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The Best-Laid Plan

By: LadySherotica



Karen dressed carefully in preparation for the concert that night, examining her appearance in the mirror from every angle. Low-riding jeans hung just right on her hips, baring her taut belly and the jewel she had recently had placed in her belly button. A pale blue baby Tee clung low enough on her breasts to tease, emphasizing her curved waist, stopping just above her belly and she added a pink cropped sweater though she was sure she wouldn't need it. Her soft, shiny brunette hair hung in waves around her heart-shaped face, for once doing exactly what she wanted. She had added just a touch of mascara to her dark lashes to bring out her dark brown eyes, some pink gloss to her lips. Her color was already high in her cheeks with excitement.

She had been sweet on Keith Urban since he first appeared on the music scene and had been fortunate enough to see him on stage a few times. Each time, he just got hotter, both musically and physically, and he had played a major part in many a fantasy for her when she was alone. This time, she had scored front row tickets, not an easy feat, but she had done it. Briefly, she had considered bringing a sign, but she had other plans tonight and didn't want to draw the type of attention a sign might. The key was to travel light.

Tonight, she planned to meet him in person and that plan called for some cunning.

The concert was amazing as it was every time that man hit the stage; he generated enough heat to send the women into a frenzy as his fingers danced along the frets of his guitar. He played them all as well as he played his instrument, his fingers coaxing sighs and moans as well as frenzied screams. Karen had stripped her sweater off at the beginning, feeling the heat though the room itself was cool. Not one moment had actually been spent in her seat; along with everyone else, she was on her feet dancing and singing along with every song. Once or twice, lost in the music, she had caught Keith's eye on her as she danced and she had returned his dazzling grin.

Near the end of the concert, though she was sorry to miss the last songs and encores still to come, she put her plan into action. It wasn't going to be easy and would call for split-second timing as well as a ton of luck. If she were caught, she would be ejected, but she had to try. She moved to the side of the stage, fanning herself as if she were over-heated, keeping her eyes ostensibly on Keith, but eyeing the guards carefully. They were gathered in a small group on her end, talking above the music and laughing, but keeping an eye on the crowd. Karen caught the eye of one and winked, but put her attention back on Keith, hoping they would think he was her focus.

Luck was on her side as it happened. It was nearing the 90 minute mark in the concert when a woman near Karen's side suddenly fainted, holding her hand on her chest. The guards surged forward, two of them taking charge, the other two flanking them. The minute their attention focused on the woman, Karen took her chance and slipped quietly behind the barrier and into the darkness. 

It had been much easier than she had thought or hoped to gain access to his dressing room. The rooms were on the same floor, halfway around the venue. With everyone behind the stage focused on Keith, there was no one around as she wandered the hall, stealthily seeking his dressing room. She grinned when she reached the door; someone had helpfully placed his name under a gold star on the door and she silently thanked that helpful person as she tried the knob. It turned easily in her hand and, just like that, she was inside Keith Urban's dressing room!

The room was much what she had expected, a couch against one wall, a coffee table with a basket of fruit on it and several bottles of Fiji water, Keith's water of choice. On the other wall was a vanity with a large mirror with lights surrounding it, the only light on in the room, except for that coming from an open door across from her. Curious, she crossed the room to peek around the door, cautiously in case anyone was there. Inside was a small washroom with a toilet, sink and large free-standing shower. Sconces on the walls gave off warm, not bright, light.

Karen's heart was beating fast and she was sure she could hear it reverberate around the room as she walked around. Her palms were sweating, her breathing rapid. Deep down inside, she really didn't think she would make it this far and her mind was blank. What would she do if or when Keith walked in? What if he just called security? She shrugged, thinking she really had nothing to lose since they would just toss her out. She grinned as she took another look around the room. At least she would have made it this far!

Checking her watch, she saw it had taken a scant ten minutes to get this far. Keith's shows regularly lasted two hours sometimes more so she had some time to wait. Skirting the coffee table, she sat down on the couch, leaning on the cushion. An idea hit her and she slipped off her cowboy boots, pushing them slightly under the couch. At least if they tossed her, she'd have a few minutes to find and put them on and she might even get an autograph out of the delay. Curling her feet under her on the couch, she leaned back on the cushion again, breathing deeply. The excitement faded bit by bit as she breathed, her eyelids eventually fluttering down and her head dropping to the cushion as she dozed off.

The sound of the door knob turning and voices awoke her and she looked around blankly before realizing where she was. The door was just cracked open a few inches, a male hand on the gold knob and she heard a male voice with an Australian accent talking to someone, laughing at something said too quietly for her to hear. 

"Give me 30 minutes to shower, change and relax, mate?" He laughed again, a hearty sound that brought a smile to Karen's face as she leaned back into the couch. She knew she was about to be discovered with one flick of the light switch and she tried to prepare herself. To her surprise, Keith didn't turn on the overhead lights. Instead, he slipped inside and shut the door, pushing the lock and leaning back against it with his head tilted back, eyes closed. 

She tilted her head to study him, enjoying the sight while he took a moment to get his bearings. His shaggy blond hair was slick with sweat, sticking against the sides of his face. Her eyes followed down, noting the three silver earrings, traveling down his jaw-line with the darker days-old scruff and down the strong column of his brown throat. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he swallowed and she thought he might turn to where she sat for some water. When he didn't, she continued to run her eyes down his body; his thin T-shirt was wet with his sweat and clung to his body revealing strong, muscled arms and just a hint of the taut leanly muscled body beneath. 

He suddenly opened his eyes, pushing off the door and headed for the bathroom, stripping his shirt off as he walked. He tossed it on the floor, holding the door jamb as he toed off first one boot and then the other, revealing bare feet. Karen smiled as she saw them; bare feet and jeans were just about the sexiest things a man could wear and she had to stop herself from commenting. This was much better than a simple meeting and autograph!

Her lips parted and she moistened her lips with her pink tongue, her mouth suddenly gone dry as Keith unbuttoned his jeans. This was much, much better! He pulled down the zipper and, in one smooth motion, stripped the jeans down his lean hips, kicking them to the side. Karen's mouth dropped open as she took in his tight butt, toned thighs and strongly muscled back and arms before he disappeared around the door. She shut it with a snap, blinking at the sight her mind refused to let go as the sound of water came through the door. 

Karen closed her eyes and shook her head. This was unreal, could not be happening! She must still be sleeping! Cautiously, she pinched herself hard and suppressed a yelp, not surprised that it hurt, but still disbelieving of what she had just seen. Was she really in Keith Urban's dressing room behind a locked door with him butt-naked in a shower a few steps away? She bit her lip, eyeing the bathroom door, but the temptation to look again was too great to resist and she levered herself off the couch, walking cautiously to the open door.

A low moan from the bathroom stopped her progress momentarily. That must be some great shower or else he really needed it! Warily, she stepped forward, peeking around the edge of the door and her jaw dropped open. Clouds of steam formed and curled about the room from the hot water pouring down from an overhead shower, circling the room with ease since Keith had the clear shower door wide open. 

She had expected, hoped she would see his naked body under that streaming water and spend a few precious moments watching him drenched in water to fuel her next fantasy. She didn't expect to see her blond Adonis, surrounded by steam, water streaming down his golden tanned body with his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly and surely. Another low moan escaped his lips and he leaned against the shower wall, his long fingers gliding along this shaft and circling the head, the water allowing them to move easily, his face a mask of pleasure.

Karen forgot caution as she leaned against the door, her entire attention caught by the sight in front of her. Like the rest of him, his cock was beautiful as she glimpsed it through his hand. Not too long, but thick, surrounded at the base by darker blond hairs curling enticingly. Her fingers itched with the desire to slide through those curls and touch for herself. She licked her lips, her pink tongue darting out as she watched his hand moving slowly, teasingly, his hips gently thrusting with each stroke. 

Her nipples tightened, hardening to pebbled peaks and she crossed one leg in front of the other, flexing and tightening it against herself so her jeans rubbed against her in just the right spot. She could feel the heat pooling in her belly and down, further down, her own juices seeping. She watched his cock hardening with each stroke, the veins pulsing, the tip glistening with the water and his own juices. Karen touched her tongue to her top lip, imagining it swirling around that head, the taste of him on her tongue. 

She stroked her taut stomach softly, feeling the nerves tighten, thinking of his hand following suit. She stifled her own moan as her hand slid under her Tee, cupping her breast, teasing one hard nipple out, her eyes trained on Keith's hand stroking now quicker, then slower. He seemed to know his body's needs and reactions intimately, taking himself to the brink and back to prolong the pleasure.

Karen bit her lip as her eyes played over his glistening flesh, the strong muscles of his thighs flexing as his hips moving with his hand's strokes. Her eyes wandered over his taut stomach, the coarse hairs curling from the base of his cock trailed up to his stomach, becoming sparser and disappearing. His chest was strong, defined and hairless, his flat nipples hard with his arousal. Her fingers tightened around her own nipple, thinking of his fingers there and a soft sigh escaped her lips. 

Her eyes moved up from his chest up his throat, imagining her lips pressed there, her tongue flicking against his clean, wet skin. Her breathing quickened as she envisioned their bodies tangled under the water, her leg around his hips, moving together. She shuddered, her other hand sliding inside her jeans to press against her panties, covering her hot mound, feeling the dampness and pushing into her fingers. She thought of Keith's long fingers against her slick pussy, sliding between the lips, delving inside and her juices flowed thicker. 

Karen moved her legs slightly apart, her hand slipping down further, pressing the material of her damp panties inside, her thumb pressing up against her clit. Her half-closed eyes dipped to Keith's hand again, his cock head moving between his fingers and seeming to point right at her. Her fingers moved in time with his, matching his rhythm as her mind teased her with thoughts of his cock pressing into her soft, slick folds.

His palm cupped the head of his cock, where the pleasure was centered, slowly twisting back and forth. Karen had caught his rhythms now, knew he was prolonging the pleasure, drawing it out as long as possible. He would focus on the head, building the sensations to a high point, then go back to slowly stroking the shaft, pulling back from the edge. As she watched him palming his cock head, her eyes moved up to his face, wanting to see the intense pleasure he must be feeling. Her eyes widened in shock.

Keith Urban was staring directly at her face, his blue eyes half-lidded and a slight smile on his face. "You're probably not supposed to be in here, baby."

Karen stared at his face for a moment, torn with indecision. It took that moment to realize that he hadn't yelled at her, hadn't ordered her out, hadn't called for help and, most importantly, hadn't stopped stroking his hard cock. She met his look boldly, then slowly dropped her eyes to his hand, watching the slow movement before meeting his gaze again. A slow smile curved her lips. "Probably not." She agreed with him.

Keith's eyes lowered the length of her body, lingering between her legs where the outline of her hand was clear, moving slowly. When he met her eyes again, his own had darkened, the heat in them causing her mouth to go dry. They gazed at each other from across the small room, mere steps between them, each taking the measure of the other. Finally, Karen came to a decision of her own, slowly pulling her hands out of her jeans and Tee. 

Keith's eyes darkened, his voice was husky when he spoke. "Don't stop!" The words came out as a plea and command.

Karen's smile widened as she took a step towards him, her hands grasping the hem of her Tee and stripping it up and over her head, dropping it to the ground. One by one, she slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, reaching behind to unsnap it, letting it join her Tee on the floor. Her gaze never left his, enjoying the look of pure lust that came over his face, the way his tongue ran over his lips as if he needed more moisture under all that water. She could use a fan herself, watching him stroke himself as the hot water sluiced his body.

"I had hoped just to meet you tonight." She spoke softly, reassuringly. "I just wanted the opportunity to let you know how much I enjoy your music. This," she indicated their present state. "is a pleasant bonus for two consenting adults." She tilted her head on her side as she viewed him. 

Keith's face said he wanted to be convinced and she continued. "What I'm trying to say is ... whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. Between you and me." Her hand flicked open the button of her jeans, teasing the zipper down and his eyes dropped to watch. Knowing she had his undivided attention, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her jeans and undulated her hips as she slid them down, taking her panties along with them. When they hit the floor, she toed them aside, sliding her hands up to cup her creamy breasts, massaging just the undersides and lifting them to his view. "What do you say, Keith?" Her voice was husky with suppressed passion now and she looked directly in his eyes, letting him see how aroused she was.

"Between you and me." Keith licked his upper lip and her eyes followed his tongue. "I say ... come here." A slow grin spread across his face.

Karen took a step closer, her grin matching his, and held out her hand. "I suppose an introduction is in order? My name is Karen." Keith ignored her hand, his own sliding along her jaw, curving around her neck as he pulled her that last step closer, his lips covering hers. His tongue slid along the seam of her lips and she parted them eagerly, meeting his thrusting tongue with her own. 

His hand massaged her neck as his other slid over the curve of her waist, fingers dancing across her ribs and resting just below her breast. She sucked in a breath in anticipation, letting it out in a low moan as his hand cupped her breast, his fingers capturing her dusky-pink nipple and rolling it gently. He slid his other hand from her neck to claim her other breast with equally devastating results. Their tongues dueled and mated, lips moving in hot passion as she pressed her body up against his.

With both his hands touching her, she realized he had abandoned his cock and seized the opportunity. Grazing her fingernails lightly down the sides of his hard torso, she stopped at his hips, trailing across his stomach and back, teasingly. His muscles contracted and he groaned against her lips as his hands slid down her waist and behind to cup her buttocks, pulling her up against his body hard. His hard, hot cock was trapped between their bodies and she moved her hips back and forth slowly. 

Keith broke the kiss, his breathing as hot and fast as hers, his lips moving along her jaw, down her neck. Karen arched against him when his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, his hot tongue moistly soothing the spot as he moved to where her neck met her shoulder. A fine tremor went through her body as tiny fissures of heat ran along her nerves, pooling as one in her pussy. She ran her tongue over his chest, capturing one flat nipple between her teeth and hearing him hiss when she sucked it between her lips. His strong fingers kneaded her butt cheeks and one hair-roughened knee thrust between her legs.

She welcomed the intrusion, rubbing her wet mound against him like a cat in heat. Her own fingers slid down across his hips, moving between their bodies and encircling the base of his cock, stroking firmly to the tip and back, just once. He pulled his head up, lips parted, eyes dark with passion. "More." He croaked, his mouth covering hers again, his tongue mimicking the touch he wanted. He thrust his hips against her and her hand moved again, stroking his hard shaft, slowly, firmly, circling the head, cupping and palming it as she had watched him do earlier. His hips moved faster, trying to speed her hand, but she wouldn't be rushed.

"You're killing me here, baby." Keith murmured against her lips.

Karen laughed softly, her teeth briefly capturing his lower lip. "Don't worry, baby, you won't die from a little torture." She pulled her hips back away from his body, tilting them up, guiding the tip of his cock down against her curls. They both moaned when the hard tip met her slick wet lips, her hand guiding it slowly up and down, her juices mixing with his. There could be no penetration at this angle, just slow, torturous teasing. Pressing his hard cock against her clit, she thrust her hips back and forth, keeping the pleasure centered for both of them. 

Impatiently, Keith hauled her hips up against his and his hard cock speared between her curled fingers into her wet lips. He groaned, his fingers spreading her cheeks and curving under them and Karen cried out as he thrust one finger into her slick wetness. Her fingers gripped his cock tighter, creating the friction he needed as he thrust forward again, a second finger entering her. His moist lips captured her ear lobe, his breath hot. "Did you say a little torture?" She gasped as he spread his fingers inside her, his thumb sliding up to stroke her swollen clit.

"Yes, oh, god, yes." She bucked against his fingers, her own hand stroking his cock harder, faster, mimicking the motions she wanted. She curled her other hand into his shoulder, seeking stability for her body as liquid fire leapt through her veins. Her eyes flew open to gaze into his own dark blue eyes, the sheer eroticism of the moment capturing them both. The passion flowed between them, caught in their eyes, moving through their hands on each others' body. 


The Best Laid Plan



Doodles was a male Chihuahua. He was small, probably about 7 or 8 pounds, covered with short coarse white fur, a dark spot on his head that made him look like he was wearing one of those little Jewish hats. 

Now there are some dog that are so stupid you can't teach them any tricks, about the only thing they can do is find the food and water bowl before you trip over it and kick the damn thing over. Doodles wasn't that dog, he was just about as smart as they come. He knew every trick in the book and a few that hadn't been written down.

Doodles was a gift from Paisley Bob to his paramour Andy Sedacocus. They were a gay "married" couple that lived on the fringe of show business, and also on the fringe of Las Vegas, that is to say a few miles into the desert where the city rules on dogs don't mean squat. Bob was a dog trainer par excellence and they had an act that you might have seen on the Ed Sullivan show years back when you were a kid, the one where the dogs do all kinds of tricks, jumping, walking inside your legs, catching plastic saucers, wearing a dress and hat pushing a baby carriage with another little dog inside. Nowadays you rarely see such stuff except maybe on "America's Got Talent" with Howard Stern judging them instead of his Wacky Packers or maybe at some of the Indian Casinos. Dogs ain't too popular in Las Vegas these days; try to get one into your hotel. 

For years Paisley Bob, or Bob as he preferred to be called, was the trainer and organizer and put on a great show. Andy wore a tux and had a small role but Bob was the real genius even if the public did not get to see him except at the grand finale when he would introduce "Brandy, the talking dog." And Brandy, a black haired curly mutt, would walk out on two legs to center stage, stand on two legs so you could clearly see his bowtie and actually say "Good Night" into the microphone. Well to be honest it sounded like that if you knew what he was supposed to say, and of course the mutt was introduced as "and here is Brandy the Mutt who is going to say, "Good Night to you." 

Now Bob was the jealous type, to say the least. When he realized that Andy was fucking around behind his back, rather than in his butt, for it was Bob who was a bottom dweller, well he went plumb crazy. But Bob was a cagey rascal, the kind who says nothing but lays in wait. He knew full well that most Gay couples are not always faithful. He trusted Andy enough to assume he was wearing rubbers when he peckered whoever he was peckering and he had reason to believe there were a whole lot of those peckered butts out there. The Casino where they were working was only a short distance from the Vegas Gay Bathhouse and Andy would usually arrive out of breath for his participation in the last his part of the act where the dogs would jump into his arms until he was holding 5 or 6 of them. Occasionally Bob would notice that Andy's fly was unzipped or there was what looked like a cum stain on his tight trousers.

Paisley Bob's main concern was that he didn't want Andy bottom fishing in their king sized bed in their desert home on that third week of the month when Bob left to see his 83-year-old mom in a rest home up in Reno. So Bob trained the Chihuahua Chico, to go after any naked erect cock he saw while Bob was away. He used food and charm and a full sized blow up plastic puppet to teach the dog to bite in deep and not let go, even though he was a small critter. He used large raw frankfurter as the target that he would tuck right into the doll's empty snatch.

Well, sad to tell, there was a windstorm last August and Bob got caught in it on his way back from Reno. He got side swiped by a big diesel truck, ran off the road and hit the gas tank of one of those little service stations you find along the desert. Needless to say, there was no one there to pull Bob out and he ended up barbequed. His last thought must have been," Thank God I didn't bring any dog with me." That was the kind of guy Paisley Bob was.

When Andy heard the news on his cell phone he was cavorting in a bathhouse in Vegas. Naturally he was distraught, but he stayed late, had sex with three more guys and went home just as the sun was rising. I guess he figured that a good morning fuck or fucks are better than a tranquillizer. Once he got through the funeral arrangements, they buried Bob with a nice head stone out off route 6. The head stone said, "A kind and loving man -- a dog's best friend." Since there wasn't much left of Bob seeing he'd been incinerated, Andy thought it would be more appropriate to just shovel what was left of Bob's ashes into a box, but fearing Bob's relatives would speak poorly of him he laid down close to twenty grand for a marble casket, a fancy head stone with a statue of a dog on top and a special funeral service. Of course no one from Bob's family showed up, just a few gay friends and casino workers. Andy took them all out to dinner afterwards at the Bellagio Buffet and that seemed to work real well. One of the stagehands was crying so much that Andy took him in his arms only to hear that Bob had been bending over for this guy every once in a while when Andy was away. Evidently the stagehand didn't realize Andy and Bob were "married."

Once the sad event was a distant memory, or about two weeks later, Andy invited one of his paramours over to stay with him and made the fatal mistake of not locking up Chico. Like all things, the timing of sexual activities can run a risk and when Larry Hogan fell forward on the king sized bed on all fours to welcome Andy's 8 inch cock, that Chihuahua Doodles jumped on the bed and grabbed Larry's c-shaped dangle right in the middle of the neck and would not let go. They had to rush Larry into the shower stall and spray Doodles with ice-cold water before he let go, however that process took about a half hour. Larry was rushed by ambulance to the small emergency clinic over near the Hotel Altoona and Andy paid $3,500 for the late night surgery to stitch his lover back into shape. After that, Larry said he discovered he was allergic to dogs and never made it out to the desert hideout again. 

As Andy wasn't a dog trainer, he began to think about disbanding the dog troop, selling the house and moving to L.A. or San Francisco He kept making the monthly co-payments for Bob's Mom and figured he still be way ahead even if she lived to be a hundred years old.

Little by little Andy found good homes for each the dogs and the Vet that had always cared for them liked Chico so much that Andy offered him to the Vet, Dr. Mazel, who was quite happy to have a show dog at his clinic. Mazel was happily married; in fact I knew the couple quite well. Andy, who hadn't figured out the strange actions of Chico, figured he'd be ok with the Doc. What no one considered was that the Doc had an assistant, Rebecca Rosner, my niece, who was quite a knockout and Mazel had been having an affair with her for several years now. How do I know all this stuff? Well, Becca loves to talk about her sex life. Likewise, as I'm retired and still did some handyman work for Bob and Andy when Bob was alive, now that it was just Andy, he spills the milk when I'd come by, to change the water heater or fix a burst pipe behind the washing machine. For some reason he thinks I'm gay so he just keeps the talk stream going, talking about all his boy friends and his exploits at the Vegas Bath House. 

Chico fit in nicely at Doc Mazel's Animal Hospital. The kids loved him. Chico still did all kinds of tricks and was a sweet pooch. Chico had the run of the place when they were closed for surgery and that was when Mazel liked to lean Becca over the stainless steel operating table and take aim at her big round ass. Vet assistants are famous for having big asses, otherwise they'd be working for legit doctors, of course don't tell Becca I said that. Well wouldn't ya know it, when their surgical work was done, spaying some cat or dog, the Doc pointed at the table and Becca knew just what was cuming next. She'd drop her tight white slacks and throw her rubber apron in the corner and assume the position. Doc Mazel, unzipped and fumbled around to get his sizable cock and balls out of his underwear and out the open zipper fly into the fresh air, when he looked down at Becca's naked ass he had an immediate hard on, smeared a bit of Vaseline on his red head and shouted, "Here I come ready or not," and started to plunged forward into Becca's caboodle, when that damn Chico, who like an elephant, never forgot a thing he was taught, and perhaps in obedience to his deceased master, jumped up and grabbed the Doc's swollen pecker as well as a piece of one of his balls and hung on for dear life. There was no way anyone was going to get Chico to loosen his grip, the Doc and Becca finally used a syringe of anesthetic to put Chico out and when Chico hit dream time, his jaw relaxed and the doc was freed. Too embarrassed to go to the emergency room, the Doc sewed up what could be saved and medicated the rest. What he told Mrs. Mazel, I can only imagine. She didn't share that with me, she was laughing so hard she couldn't talk. 

Chico was put up for adoption. The Doc, a smart guy, after hearing of Andy's boyfriend's skirmish with Doodles figured the whole thing out and found a nice middle aged lesbian couple to adopt Chico when they assured him they didn't go in for occasional threesomes with guys or dildo fucking, they passed muster and Chico went home with them for good.

Last I heard Chico was doing fine, the Doc more or less recovered, it took a few months and Becca says he's more into pussy now that he's once again able to fuck her. She says he's turned into a slow fucker cause there is still a bit of pain when he swells up. They keep the room locked when it is playtime and Mrs. Mazel and myself still do our fooling around on the Doc's late night clinics. What is good for the goose is good for the gander and Mrs. Mazel could not be grander when it comes to blowjobs and fast fucks. Sometimes I have to duck out the back window if the Doc gets home early. Since I was never into anal and neither was Mrs. Doc we leave the fudge packing to the Doc and his Ass-sistant as we call my niece, although the future of that activity seems to be in its last bite.



The Best-Laid Plan



Karen knew she wouldn't last long at this rate, his probing fingers and thumb pushing her towards an orgasm. "Keith, god, if you ... I'm going to come ... please ..." Her head rolled back, her eyes half-closed, her whole being centered on his hand and it's wicked movements inside her, on her clit.

"Come for me, baby." That half-smile was back as he leaned down and kissed her hungrily, his mouth wide over hers, his tongue enticing hers to come out and play. His strong fingers increased their pace, a third finger joining inside her as he alternately thrust deep and spread them inside her, caressing the slick, hot walls of her pussy, his thumb playing her clit as he played his guitars, with wicked ease. He pulled his mouth away, only to lean down and capture her hard nipple with it, his mouth opening wide over her breast, his teeth grazing the nipple before he settled it between his lips, sucking and stroking it with his tongue.

It was the final push and Karen's body arched back, her cry echoing against the walls of the room as her orgasm burst over her, surrounding her in waves of intense pleasure. The slick walls of her pussy contracted around Keith's fingers and he curled them up, finding that spot inside that caused her to buck and thrash hard against him, whimpering as the lights flashed behind her tightly closed eyelids, her entire being centered on the pleasure emanating from within and without her now-drenched pussy.

Keith kept his fingers moving lazily while she rode out the orgasm, softly tonguing and suckling her nipple as he watched her, fascinated by the passion she exuded. Her own hand had stopped stroking him when she came, but right now he didn't care. For this moment, he was more aroused than he thought possible just watching her, knowing he was making her feel this way. Entranced, he pushed his fingers deeper, reveling in the heat and wetness drenching his whole hand now, his thumb still softly stroking just enough, mindful of her sensitivity. 

Karen's eyelids fluttered open, her body trembling in reaction as she tried to re-gain her bearings. She was conscious of Keith's fingers still inside her, still moving and she wanted to protest, but the heat was already licking up her body, as hot as his tongue laving her nipple. Her lips parted, her pink tongue lining them as she swallowed deeply, looking down at him, meeting his eyes, slightly unnerved to find that he had been watching her come. 

Framing his face with her hands, she pulled him up, touching his lips with her own, thrusting her tongue inside boldly. The heat sparked quickly and he moved his other hand to hold her head, their mouths opening wider as they deepened the kiss. Keith curled his fingers again inside her and she gasped into his mouth. "I can't ..."

"You can." He murmured, thrusting them deeper and curling them again, his thumb sliding up to press against her clit, eliciting a low moan. The slick juices from her orgasm created a wet heat around his fingers and he flexed them inside her, pushing deeper, enjoying the quick gasp it produced. Sliding his hand down her body, he grasped the underside of her thigh, pulling it up around his hip and she wrapped it around him, shades of her previous imagery returning.

Pulling his fingers slowly out until just the tips rested against her opening, he flicked his thumb against her swollen clit, capturing her tongue with his lips, sucking it into his mouth. Karen sought his fingers, pressing down against them in and effort to pull them back inside her. Keith kept them just on the outside, teasingly running them along her swollen lips, eluding her efforts to thrust onto them as his thumb kept tantalizing her clit, stoking the fires. 

"Keith." She breathed his name against his lips, reaching down to grasp his hand. "Please ... don't stop ..." He grinned against her mouth as she pushed his hand against her wetness.

"What do you want, baby?" He leaned down to nip her shoulder with his teeth, his breath hot against her neck as his lips traveled up to her ear. "Tell me ... "

Karen moved restlessly against him, his fingers not cooperating with her efforts to push them back inside, his thumb moving just slowly enough to tantalize, but not satisfy. "Put your fingers inside me ... " She breathed against the side of his head, his teeth driving her to distraction as they captured and worried her ear lobe. "Fuck me with your fingers, Keith ... make me come again ..." Her words trailed off as his head snapped up, his eyes alight with the fires of passion at her words. 

The words flowing from her lips caused his whole body to tighten, his cock hardening further and surging against her stomach. He pushed it against her and felt the answering thrust from her hips as he thrust his fingers deep inside her, wringing a cry from her lips. He captured the cry with his own, brushing his tongue against them. "Play with yourself again for me, baby ..." He withdrew his fingers and moved hers against her clit, pressing them and moving her hand until she took over, finding her own rhythm. As her eyes glazed over, he pushed his fingers inside her slick wetness again, adding a fourth finger, forming them into a circle and pushing them deep, spreading them and curling them inside with each thrust.

Karen's head fell against his shoulder as she whimpered, her hips bucking as her fingers raced over her swollen clit, her juices coating her fingers and creating a delicious friction. It felt like Keith was trying to push his whole hand inside her, stretching her pussy until the tension screamed along her nerve endings, but she thrust against him, begging him for more. The fire began at her toes, licking up her legs, curling around her pussy and her whimpers became cries as her fingers flew over her clit, a second orgasm bursting over her without warning and a keening wail rose from deep within her as she thrust down on his fingers. 

Keith growled against her ear, urging her on, thrusting his fingers faster, helping her ride through the orgasm, prolong it for as long as she could. "god, baby, you are so hot, so fucking hot. I want to keep you coming forever just to watch you like this!" He pushed her up against the wall of the shower, his fingers pushing up inside her and holding her there as her own kept stroking her clit, enticing the last waves out. As the fire ebbed, she slumped against the wall and his body held her up as she grew limp, drained.

Keith nuzzled her ear, running his other hand up and down her body while he curled and straightened his fingers inside her. Her hand fluttered against his, pushing it away from her body and he trailed them slowly out and along her wet, swollen lips, eliciting a groan from her and another shudder. Damned if he didn't think she could keep going and he was tempted, but she grabbed his wrist, closing her eyes as she fought for control.

"Open those pretty eyes, baby." His quiet voice was husky, his accent pronounced and her eyes fluttered open slowly to meet his. Deliberately, Keith trailed his fingers, soaked with her juices, up her body, his eyes commanding her attention as he opened his lips, sucking and licking her juices off his fingers. Karen was sure he had wrung everything out of her, but she felt the heat spark again at the sight of him licking, knowing he was tasting her.

"Tell me," He leaned forward to kiss her lips, brushing his moist lips back and forth across hers, the scent of herself strong in her nostrils. "What do you do for an encore, baby?" He grinned at her and a slow smile spread over her face.

Linking her arms around Keith's neck, Karen arched her body up against his, rubbing her breasts against his smooth chest. Keith rested his hand on the curve of her waist, pulling her closer, sliding it down to cup her rounded ass cheek and pull her hips tighter, his hard cock pressing into her stomach. She grinned as she rocked her hips against him, trapping the hot shaft and saw the heat flare in his blue eyes. 

"I think since you played the first half of this concert," She leaned forward to trap his hard nipple between her teeth, soothing it with her tongue. "Now I'll give you a solo." Her grin was wicked as she moved away from the wall, trading places with him and pushing him against the shower wall. 

"Play me, baby, play me." He grinned back, taking a moment to reach up and adjust the spray so the water hit the wall instead of full on her. Karen grasped his wrist and pinned it against the wall above his shoulder. He arched his eyebrow and she just grinned, grasping his other wrist and holding it against the wall, too. Stepping closer, she covered his mouth with hers, pressing her breasts up against his chest, rubbing her hard nipples back and forth. Keith groaned, his body straining against her and she smiled against his lips.

"This isn't a duet, baby." Her grin turned wicked as she brushed her tongue softly against his lips, resisting his efforts to capture it. His eyes blazed down on her, his face taut with lust as she trailed her lips down his jaw, nipping his earlobe. She drew his hands down to his sides, pressing them their firmly and he didn't move when she took her hands off, content to let her take the lead, her teeth grazing along his neck, hot puffs of breath sending a shudder through him.

Satisfied that he wouldn't move, Karen ran her nails up his sides as her mouth moved down his chest, fine trails of heat following in their wake. Teasing his flat nipple with her tongue, she traced lazy circles with her nails across his back, back down his sides and across his stomach. Keith's hips rocked against her impatiently, but she took her time, moving her mouth to tease his other nipple, pulling it between her lips and sucking it into her mouth, rubbing her tongue across the engorged tip, causing him to suck his breath in. 

Moving her leg, she pushed it between his and Keith accommodated her, spreading his legs apart. Karen slid down his body, pressing kisses along his torso, scraping her teeth lightly across his stomach, feeling it contract. From the corner of her eye, she saw his hands curl into fists, pressed hard against the wall as he struggled against the invisible bonds she had given him and she smiled, running her tongue around his bellybutton, thrusting it in and out rapidly to hear him moan.

When she reached the tangle of wiry curls, his hard cock jutting out, she looked up at him, dropping to her knees on the wet floor. He was watching intently, his breathing harsh, and she smiled wickedly, licking her lips. She rubbed her palms down the outside of his strong thighs, feeling the muscles tense under her touch, then slid her fingernails along the inside where the skin was more sensitive. Keith sucked in a breath, his cock jerking in front of her face, the veins pulsing and she leaned in to touch the tip of her tongue against the head, tasting the liquid forming there. Keith's hands opened and pressed flat against the wall as her tongue laved the tip, her fingers dancing just out of reach along his thighs.

"Please, baby ... Karen ..." His hips thrust forward with his plea and she parted her lips around the tip, pressing her tongue into the slit. Looking up, she captured his eyes, holding his gaze as her fingers circled the base of his cock, stroking slowly. Her mouth slid over the head, her tongue swirling around it, finding the sensitive edges and she heard Keith groan aloud. Sliding her mouth down the shaft, she stroked her hand up the shaft to meet her lips, forming a seal so they were moving up and down his shaft together.

Karen slid her other hand between Keith's legs to cup his balls, massaging them gently as she pulled his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet, forming a tight seal around his shaft as she coaxed him deeper. Keith braced his legs, pressing his back against the wall, all his energy focused on her mouth and the amazing things it was doing to his cock. She would slide her mouth all the way up to the head, twisting it back and forth, letting her tongue bathe it in wet heat, then slide it down the shaft, taking more inside each time. 

His hips began to thrust against her, trying to quicken her, but Karen wasn't to be deterred from her desire to draw out this tune. Her fingers danced across his soft sac, massaging and cupping as she drew her mouth back, lapping and laving the tip, keeping gentle pressure, teasing him. Keith couldn't stand it any longer and he slid his fingers through her hair, pressing them against her scalp as he thrust forward. 

Karen raised her eyes and his burned down into them. She saw the fire and gave him what he wanted, opening her lips as he thrust forward again, closing them tightly around his shaft, her eyes never wavering from his. His fingers tightened around her hair and she slid her mouth almost off, then met his next thrust by pulling his cock further, deeper, her fingers curling tighter around his shaft. She slid her tongue tightly against the underside, pressing up, sliding along it. 

She felt his balls tightening in her fingers, his low moans coming quicker as his hips thrust in faster, tighter movements and she quickened her pace. Arching her neck, she pulled his cock deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it in, feeling it hit the back of her throat, the tip sliding past and then she stopped. Her eyes on his, she heard his gasp as she pushed her mouth forward and swallowed against the tip of his cock, her throat muscles contracting around him.

"Oh ... god ... " He moaned, and it became a litany as he framed her face. "Oh god oh god oh god oh godddd ..." Feeling his cock pulse, she gripped the base and began sliding her mouth back and forth along the shaft quickly, her mouth a tight seal, keeping him tight inside. "Shit ... now, baby ... nowww ..." The first pulse hit and she swallowed, keeping a quick, steady pace as each pulse shot deep into her mouth, sliding down her throat. His deep throaty groans were turning her on, spurring her to bring him as much pleasure as possible and she took his cock in deeper, holding it there as she twisted her mouth around it, sucking and laving it with her tongue as he came, his hips thrusting against her. 

As his thrusting slowed and finally stopped, he leaned back against the wall, breathing hard. Karen let his cock slide easily between her lips, her tongue moving around it to lick every drop of his essence, nudging under the head to seek and find. His cock was softening, but still hard and she gloried in it as she slid her mouth slowly back up to the head, laving the tip gently. Keith stroked her hair, his eyes half-closed as he watched her pressing her tongue flat against the head of his cock. Her eyes swept up to meet his and he was rocked by a surge of lust. Damn, had it really been that long for him or was she just that good? He didn't care, he just wanted to make the most of this.

Grasping her wrist, he tugged her up off her knees, pulling her into his arms. He pushed her hair back off her face, framing it as his lips sought hers, his tongue sweeping boldly inside. He tasted his own essence, not unpleasant, along with her own sweet taste and he moved his lips slowly against hers, enjoying the moment. His hands slid down along her smooth back, cupping her ass and pulling her closer, their lips and tongues moving in sync.

When they finally drew back, they chuckled together as the once-hot water turned tepid, flowing around them. Keith reached out to shut off the taps, then slumped back against the wall, pulling her against him. Karen wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head against his chest, just breathing deeply. 

His chest rumbled under her as he laughed and she looked up at him, questioningly. "I just remembered that I'm supposed to be meeting someone right about now." 

Karen nodded, drawing back, but Keith looped his arms tighter, pulling her back as his blue eyes glinted. "I think I'm going to be late." His slow, sexy grin sent warmth spreading through her limbs and she tilted her head to look at him.

"How late?" She asked.

Keith leaned down to nuzzle her neck, his hot breath sending swirling fissures of sensation along her nerves and she closed her eyes, letting herself just feel. "Very late." His answer was belatedly sinking into her brain and a slow grin spread across her face. This was her first one-night stand and she was beginning to see the appeal. She had no illusions that it was otherwise and she was enjoying the moment.

Keith stepped back and her eyes flew open, her mouth making a moue of disappointment, but he slid his hand down her arm to lace his fingers through hers. "Come on, let's go into the other room and warm up." Karen eagerly followed his lead, stepping out of the shower behind him. 

Keith grabbed one of the towels off the rack and turned to her, holding it open. When she reached for it, he held it back slightly, a small smile appearing and she lowered her arm, stepping forward into the towel as he wrapped it around her shoulders. He rubbed the soft material over her shoulders, down her back, paying rapt attention to her rounded ass. Karen let out a soft sigh when he kissed one rounded cheek, then the other as he slowly rubbed the towel down her leg. He knelt on one knee, lifting her foot to dry it, putting it down and lifting the other, drying it then sliding the towel up that leg. 

Her breathing was ragged and, unable to resist, she reached down to smooth his wet hair back off his face so she could see him better. He looked up and grinned, one hand tugging her leg and she spread her legs slightly apart for him. Keith rubbed the towel along the crease where her thigh met her pussy, not touching her there and she moaned, pushing it out slightly. He rubbed the towel along the other crease, then up along her mound, gently rubbing through the wet curls. 

Karen was nearly beside herself, wanting him again and she nearly purred when he leaned forward, hot puffs of his breath meeting her pussy. He looked up again. "I think this area needs a special touch." He tossed the towel on the ground, his strong hands sliding up the backs of her thighs as he leaned forward, pressed his open mouth directly on her wet lips, his tongue pushing between them and sliding up. A cry escaped her lips as the tip of his tongue found her clit, pushing it up into her mound, sending a myriad of sensations flowing through her body. 

Keith buried his face into her soft wet mound, her curls tickling his nose as he pressed his tongue flat, licking straight up and back again. Each upward sweep, he would flick the tip against her clit a few times, her low keening telling him that he was on the right track. Her sweet, musky scent and taste were all around him, in his nostrils, on his tongue and he craved more. Sliding his tongue up to her clit, he gripped her thighs hard as he moved his tongue faster across it, sliding down quickly to lap up the slick honey his actions produced. 

Karen gripped his hair, her breath puffing out as feeling took over her body. "Keith .. oh my god .. yes, like that ... there ..." She could feel the sensations curling, pooling in her lower regions, the fine tension beginning and her knees began to buckle. Keith pulled her tight into his face, his lips moving between her wet, swollen lips, pressing flat as he soothed. In one smooth movement, he pulled away, standing and taking her hand.

"Let's get you comfortable." He turned back to glance at her, his blue eyes dark with passion. "I'm hungry!" He grinned, his teeth white as they entered the darkened room. Karen met his grin, her entire body pulsing. She could feel the wet slickness between her legs and she was eager to get his mouth back there.

Keith was leading them past the vanity when a phone rang, startling them both. He hesitated, then bent over to pick up his jeans, digging in the pocket and pulling out his phone. He looked at her and shrugged. "It's my friend. I'll be quick." He flipped the phone open. "Hi, yeah, I know, I'm running late." He listened for a moment, his eyes meeting Karen's. Walking back to the bathroom, he grabbed a towel, running it over his body quickly and efficiently.




The Best-Laid Plan



She leaned against the vanity, her hands bracing herself on it behind her, watching him as he toweled off, phone at his ear. His eyes swept down her body as he listened and she knew she had his full attention. She licked her lips and his eyes centered there, caught by the small movement. "Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, I'm still here." He tossed the towel on the floor.

Karen grinned, shifting her ass up onto the vanity, planting her feet slightly apart. The movement thrust her pussy forward and his eyes dropped, his body turning to face her as he muttered something under his breath. "Yeah, don't worry about it." He watched as she ran her hands along her sides down to her thighs, slipping both along her inner thighs and pressing them further open. His gaze darkened, his tongue slipping out to run over his lips as she slid two fingers down, pressing them up inside her wet entrance. 

"Listen, mate, I've run into a friend and we're just catching up. I'll be there in a while so just start without me. I'll grab something when I get there. Yeah, okay, bye!" He flipped the phone closed, tossed it on top of his jeans and was heading towards her in the same moment. She gloried in the look of pure lust on his face as his body met hers, his lips parting hers roughly as his tongue pushed in, sweeping inside and tasting. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust his body between her legs, his hard cock sliding between their bodies, pressing into her lower belly.

Keith tore his mouth from hers, his hands curving under her ass and lifting her onto the vanity as he began a slow, torturous journey down her body, his lips, tongue and teeth everywhere. Karen gasped, her hands on his shoulders, nails digging in he stoked the flames again, higher than before, his hands sweeping along her sides to cup her breasts, his mouth covering one turgid peak, sucking it inside, his tongue laving it. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing into his hips, wresting a groan from both of them. 

Karen lifted her hips against him, trying to capture his cock, and was unsuccessful. Frustrated, she reached between their bodies, curling her fingers around the shaft, trying to press it down, but he wrapped his hand around hers. "Not yet." His mouth closed over her other breast, his eyes sweeping up to meet her dark eyes as he sucked the nipple inside, sending a lightening bolt straight to her pussy. Karen tossed her head back, stroking his hard cock, his hand moving with her. All she could think about was his cock filling her now, right now, her impatience palpable.

Keith took her other hand, guiding it down between their bodies and placing it on her wet pussy, his own pressing it in, his fingers sliding with hers. "Show me." There was quiet command in his voice and she thrilled to it, her fingers moving of their own volition, stroking the wet folds. Keith dropped to his knees in front of her, watching intently as her fingers glided down, thrusting inside her entrance, then moving back to circle her clit. He placed his palms flat against her inner thighs, pressing her legs wider apart, his thumbs stroking along her wet, swollen lips, opening them to his gaze. 

Karen moaned over and over as her fingers, sure in the knowledge of her own body, stroked and circled, moving slower, then faster, building the tension. "Look at me." His voice was hoarse with passion. "Watch." Her glazed eyes opened, staring down into his as he moved closer, his tongue thrusting hard inside her and her body leapt up against him. Keith held her thighs open as his tongue moved in and out of her dark, damp entrance, keeping time with her fingers across her clit. He pushed her back, placing each of her thighs over his shoulders, her body fully open to him.

Karen tossed her head, her hips thrusting in time with their movements, a low keening wail escaping her lips. "Keith ... god .. I'm going to come nnnoww oh god oh ..." Keith ran his tongue up her wet lips, thrusting two fingers inside her and curling them up into her soft walls, stroking deep inside her. He pressed his mouth against her clit, sucking it in between his lips and rubbing his tongue across it quickly as he sucked. A choked cry wrung from her as her hips shot straight up, waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Lights flashed behind her eyes as he added a third finger, curling and spreading them, his lips and tongue moving quicker on her hard swollen clit. 

She placed a hand on his head, trying to push it away, but he only began lapping harder and faster, his tongue sliding down to her entrance where his fingers were buried in her and back up to worry her clit. Karen could only moan his name as she felt him pushing her to her limits and past them. His talented fingers had found that secret place inside her, stroking and pressing into the soft spot, increasing the tension building again. As he slid his tongue back to her clit, their eyes wide and gazing at each other, she felt the first wave hit, then another and another, gaining in intensity as his fingers curled deeper.

Keith watched her, her face a mask of anguish and pleasure, the emotions inter-wrought as he lapped and tongued. His own body was hard and hot, the desire to thrust inside her singing along his nerves, but he was fascinated by her reactions. His fingers inside her told him that her reactions were real; no one could fake those lightening-fast pulses when a woman came, especially not as hard as she was. He saw her shaking her head in denial, but he kept on moving, her musky honey flowing over his hand and permeating his being as he circled her clit over and over. When the waves would stop, he would press his tongue against it and build the flames again, moving softer and quicker than fingers could.

Karen had lost track of time, her body wracked by one orgasm after the other. She didn't think she could feel more and then he would stoke her desire again, that wicked tongue alternately soft and giving, hard and demanding. He was relentless, driving her body past hereto unknown limits, reaching for new ones. She couldn't tear her gaze from his, her emotions laid bare as her body gave up every secret. 

"Please ... no more ... " Her voice was hoarse, punctuated by soft gasps as she pressed against his head. Her dark eyes closed once, then met his again and he relented, drawing his fingers out, his tongue sliding easily along the edges of her pussy, lapping gently. He pressed his tongue flat against her entrance, drinking in the juices that still flowed, up and down, gentling her now. Karen slumped against the mirror, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her limbs weak. She couldn't help as he slid her thighs off his shoulders, rising slowly to press gentle kisses along her stomach, the nerves fluttering under her skin at his touch. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, their lips meeting in a kiss that went beyond passion, their tongues touching, mating. His hands slid down her back, strong and warm as he pulled her tight against him, her hard nipples pressing into his chest like twin bullets. She could taste and smell her essence on his face, his lips, permeating the scruff that covered his face and neck and she swept her tongue inside his mouth to taste it there. 

When he drew back, she caressed his face, her eyes wide in wonder. "What the hell do you do for an encore?" She asked and a slow grin spread across his face.

Keith chuckled, leaning forward to nuzzle her neck briefly. "Can I help it if you're so tasty?" He gave her a wicked grin as he bent to wrap his lips around one hard brown nipple, tugging it as his tongue ran across the tip. Karen inhaled sharply and his eyes glinted, his hands sliding down to her hips. He scooted her closer to the edge of the table, pressing up against her as he moved his lips to her other nipple, giving it the same care and attention. 

Karen shuddered as the lightening sparks ripped along her nerve endings again. Sliding her hand between their bodies, she curled it around his hard cock, reveling in his sharp intake as she stroked it slowly, cupping the head and palming it gently. His hips moved, thrusting himself into her hand and he groaned. Karen curled her hand around his neck, pulling him up to meet her lips, her tongue thrusting boldly into his mouth, pulling back and thrusting again. Keith followed her lead, their tongues thrusting and mating, matching the rhythm of his hips, thrusting his cock into her hand.

Wrapping her legs around Keith's hips, Karen urged him closer still, her heels resting just above his ass, tightening around him. Keith lifted her hips up as Karen guided his hard cock to her entrance. Her wetness guided him in, the heat enveloping him as he slid into her tight warmth. Even with her recent exertions, he still had to push, thrusting slowly back and forth, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. When at last he sank inside of her, their pubic hairs curling together, they both groaned, staying still for a moment to savor how good it felt.

They drew apart, lips swollen and moist, eyes dark with passion as they gazed at each other. Keith drew back his hips slowly until just the tip was inside, then thrust back inside her heat, wringing a gasp from her. Karen reached out to run her nails down his chest, her eyes not leaving his as he withdrew again and she pushed her hips up to meet his thrust. He pressed deep inside, rocking back and forth as if he wanted his whole body inside her and Karen tightened her legs around him, trying to pull him inside. He reached up to cup her cheek as he began moving again, slowly and sweetly, pressing up against her clit with each stroke causing her to shudder, her belly fluttering again.

Karen closed her eyes briefly, rubbing her cheek into his palm, her body quickly matching the rhythm he was setting. When she opened them, he was still watching her face, a faint smile on his face. She reached up, running a finger across his lips and he parted them, capturing it and sucking it inside, his tongue running over it inside his mouth. Karen's lips parted and Keith abandoned her finger, leaning down to capture her lips, his tongue bold as it drew hers out. He wrapped his hands under her thighs, lifting her as he thrust in sharply, finding a new angle and they moaned into the kiss.

Karen slid her hands around his back, urging him closer, leaning into his heated body as his pace quickened. Her nails raked his back, not lightly as his cock drove into her, her body sucking him in deeper, making him part of her. "Harder ...I need you ..." her words were little more than a moan as she bit his lower lip gently. Keith's eyes darkened at her words, his fingers digging into her thighs as he pressed them further apart, his hips moving faster, driving his cock inside, glorying in her heat and wetness.

Suddenly, he stopped, pulling out of her and Karen cried out, her body screaming for release. "Nooo .. Keith .." She clutched at him, but he pulled her off the vanity, spinning her around and bending her over it instead. Karen braced her hands on the edge as he guided his cock head down her wet pussy lips once before thrusting in, driving it hard inside her. They both gasped, but he didn't pause, drawing back and thrusting again and again, building the fire again. 

Karen dropped her head, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on one sensation, but couldn't track the myriad of feelings. Keith ran his hand up her back to her shoulder, squeezing it. "Karen ... watch us ..." His voice was hoarse, his breathing harsh and she opened her eyes, meeting his in the mirror. 

The erotic picture that greeted her was almost enough to send her over the edge. Her full breasts swayed with each hard thrust and she could see Keith's cock between her legs as he moved easily inside her, his balls slapping up against her with each thrust. His face was a mask of passion, intensity and concentration and she knew he was close to the edge himself as his fingers dug into her shoulder and hip, holding her body captive as he thrust in deep, sure and quick. Her firm ass moved against him, into him as she moved with him, meeting his thrusts.

She could feel her own orgasm around the edges, but not close enough and she needed it, she needed to be one with him in this moment. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid one hand down between her legs, between her wet, swollen pussy lips, gliding easily as she found her hard clit and pinched it lightly. Keith groaned, his hands tightening on her as he followed her hand. "Karen .. god .. I'm so close ... I can't ..."

"Don't wait." She flicked her clit quickly, her pussy tightening around his hardness, gripping him as he tried to pull out. "Come with me ... now ..." She bit her lip as he redoubled his efforts, his face contorted as he sought his own pleasure. She fell over the edge first and he quickly followed, hot bursts of semen splashing against her contracting walls and their cries echoed in the room as he leaned over her body, his cock thrust deep inside her as they rode their orgasms out. 

It took a few moments before either could move. Karen's arms shook as she gripped the edge of the table again, Keith's weight bearing her down as he panted across her back. At last, he moved, kissing a trail along her back, his hands sliding under her to hold her, pulling her up against him as he stood. As she straightened, his now-soft cock slipped out, trickles of their mingled juices wetting her thighs. He rested his chin on her shoulder, pulling her tight against him and their eyes met in the mirror, matching smiles on their faces.

Finally, Karen let out a breath. "Hell of an encore." Her giggle mingled with his chuckle and she wrapped her arms over his, crossed over her stomach. 

"Yeah, well, I never did like finishing anything quickly." He grinned as he traced a circle over her stomach with his fingertips. She felt a quiver and shook her head at herself. Keith's breath was hot against her ear. "I do believe you could sing one more tune at least." His grin was wicked in the mirror.

Karen groaned, her own grin widening. "I don't know where it's all coming from, but I'm not going to complain." She rubbed back against him. "I fell delicious."

"You taste delicious, too." He thrust his hips against her, rubbing against her ass. 

"Mmm ..." Karen turned in his arms, her own wrapping around his neck and bringing him down to meet her lips. "So do you." She whispered against his mouth before they lost themselves in the kiss.

Keith ran his hands up and down her back, reaching down to cup her rounded cheeks and pull her up against him. She readily pressed back, rubbing her hips back and forth, her chest rubbing against his. She inhaled at the contact and knew his words were right; she probably could go further.

Keith's cell phone rang again and he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against hers briefly. There was longing in his voice, a reluctance she found gratifying. "That will be my mate again. We're pulling out soon and I was supposed to meet them for dinner first."

"I'm sorry." Karen felt bad now. "I made you miss your dinner!"

Keith laughed. "No worries, baby." His blue eyes twinkled. "I think you satisfied my appetite perfectly." He drew away to bend, flipping open his phone as he answered. "Yeah, mate, I'm sorry. I'll meet you in five."

Karen sighed, a delicious ache in her limbs as she surveyed his naked form before slipping into the bathroom. She had her panties and jeans on, picking up her bra when he walked in, zipping up his fly, his torso still bare. Taking the bra from her, he held it out while she slipped her arms in the straps, spinning her around to do it up while she adjusted her breasts in the cups. When she turned around, he was holding her Tee. She moved to take it, but he held it out of her reach, grinning and she held out her arms for him to slip it over them. He slid the neck over her head, smoothing the sides down, his fingers taking one last linger over her stomach.

Their eyes met, a wealth of questions in each, but they both knew the answers. He reached out to brush a strand of hair off her cheek and she moved into his arms for a lingering moment. At last, she pulled back, meeting his eyes again. "You should go."

Keith nodded, emitting a sigh. Karen smiled faintly, gratified at his reluctance, but she had no illusions. This had been a pleasant, if unexpected interlude for them both, but it wasn't more. Taking his hand, they headed to the other room; Keith grabbed a clean T-shirt and shoved his feet into his boots while Karen found her cowboy boots and slipped them on. She picked up her sweater and purse, looking over to where he sat watching.

Keith pushed off the chair, meeting her halfway across the room, but the words dried up in his brain. Everything that he wanted to say, sounded trite or crass and this hadn't been crass. Their eyes met again and they both smiled. Karen's shoulder lifted in a half-shrug. "I want to say I'm happy to have met you, but it just sounds funny now!" They both laughed and Keith pulled her to him, his arms wrapping around her in a warm hug.

"I meant what I said." Her words were muffled against his shoulder, but he could still hear her clearly. "What happened in here, stays in here. No one will hear of this from me." He drew back to meet her solemn eyes and smiled faintly.

"I believe you, Karen." He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and they headed for the door. "But, I won't forget."

"Me either." Karen placed a hand on the door when he would have opened it, leaning up to brush her lips across his and he responded fully. When she pulled back, her eyes were shining. "Goodbye, Keith. Take care."

"You, too, Karen. Bye."

Opening the door, she turned left and found herself confronted by a very large security guard, eyebrows beetled as he looked at her. She was startled as she tried to think of what to say now that she had been caught. Keith shut the door behind her, holding a duffle bag. "Oh, great! Hey, could you help my friend find the exit? I have to rush and I didn't want to leave her to find it on her own." The security guard's face relaxed as he blithely accepted Keith's words.

"Sure, Mr. Urban." He nodded toward the right and Karen glanced back at Keith as she followed. He stopped for a moment to watch her leave before turning and walking quickly in the opposite direction.

Karen followed the guard, her mind skittering over scenes from the past hour with Keith. Her body felt pleasantly tired, yet wide awake and yearning for something she couldn't have.

But, she wouldn't forget her time with him.

Epilogue

It was two years before Keith made it back to Karen's town again and a lot had happened. His star had burned brighter, his shows bigger with more awards under his belt along with a high regard from everyone in the industry. Along the way, he had met, dated and married Nicole Kidman, a fellow Aussie and star in her own right. Everything in his world seemed to be the best it could be.

Karen never told another soul about her time with Keith, though she took the memory out often, reveling in the reactions he had stirred in her. In her own time, she began dating a great guy and eventually accepted his proposal. The wedding was two months away and he had given her an early wedding gift: a front row ticket to Keith's concert. He knew how much she liked Keith and enjoyed his music, too, so that was how they ended up together in the front row, his laid-back pleasure at sharp contrast with her own excitement.

Keith was into the third song before he saw her and his eyes softened as he grinned at her. Karen's whole world stopped, tilted and then righted again as her fiancé wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She really did love this man and had only a lingering soft feeling for Keith though the memory was strong enough if she called it to mind. She nodded to him, a slow smile crossing her face and Keith glanced at her fiancé, his eyebrow arched as he grinned, belting out his song.




The Best Laid Plans



Of course, all characters and situations are fictitious, but certainly plausible given the range of human sexual behavior. My job is to combine them into a form you will find erotically entertaining. Please encourage me with your comments and suggestions and I will do my best to satisfy you. I am not inclined to write long stories that need to be divided into parts. This story stands by itself. A future story may continue the theme, or employ the same characters, but it will also stand alone. The enjoyment of it will not depend on having read any of my previous stories.

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Kari Riggs would never have cheated on her husband Greg. She was madly in love with him and the idea simply had never occurred to her. That is not to say she wasn't a sensual woman. She shared a robust sex life with Greg. She was a passionate and willing sex partner. Greg on the other hand, while faithful to Kari, was given more to sexual fantasizing and experimentation. He was always coming up with new things to try out in the bedroom, or elsewhere for that matter. He introduced Kari to porn movies, toys and taking snapshots and videos. At first Kari was reluctant to try out these things. She felt that they were kind of dirty and the idea made her uncomfortable. But with her trust and love for Greg over the twenty years of their marriage, she accept his need for novelty and came to enjoy it herself. For a woman who wouldn't use the word "damn" in conversations, the bedroom was a different story. There she might tell Greg that she was going to fuck his brains out, or urge him on to fuck her harder or tell him what a wonderful, big cock he had. Pretty ordinary stuff, but over time things got kicked up a few notches.

Kari seemed to particularly enjoy watching a porn flick while sitting on the couch with her legs wide apart and fingering herself or using a dildo. It was better yet, when Greg nestled there on his knees and patiently sucked her pussy while she focused on the action on the screen. She would play with her nipples while she watched while Greg insisted that she describe the action to him. No detail was too insignificant. He wanted to know if the cocks were shiny with juices, how big they were, what the girls looked like, how many shots in each orgasm, what the girls wore and what their cunts looked like. Eventually, Kari would begin to rub her clitoris in her own special way and in seconds she would begin to come. Long, intense spasms during which she pulled his face so tightly into her he thought he would pass out for lack of air. Sometimes Greg would watch her in her long black stockings while he masturbated. He provided her with an assortment of dildos over the years, but now she was down to two or three that worked well for her. When a girl in the film was getting fucked by one man and sucking the penis of another, Greg would ask Kari how she would like it if she had someone squirting a load into her pussy while another lover ejaculated into her mouth. Kari was so hot by this time, she admitted for that moment she couldn't get enough cock or cum into her. They both had some of their strongest orgasms during those sessions.

One difference between Kari and Greg was that Kari was able to keep her fantasies confined to the bedroom, while Greg let his spill over into his everyday life. Kari knew that reality destroyed fantasy. Greg thought that if fantasies were thrilling, acting them out would be more thrilling. Any way, by this time, talking about making love with other partners was a basic part of the sexual fantasizing they enjoyed together.

Greg was a regional sales manager for a national company that made electronic accessories for computers. He was a forty-four year old, nice looking, trim, white-collar kind of guy. You wouldn't know it to look at him be he had sex on the brain. Kari was forty-one and was a nursing supervisor in a clinic of ten doctors. Her office was a few minutes from home, but Greg's job frequently took him on the road two to four times a week. That's how he came to meet Nathan Rogers. Nathan, twenty-four, was hired to be a major account sales rep by Greg's office and it was Greg's job to help train him. He liked Nathan's honest straightforward approach. Nathan had been a computer science teacher and a football coach at a nearby Christian high school when he decided that he wanted something more for himself and was hired by Greg's dealer in Denver. Nathan was a tall, lanky bachelor, a big-boned type of guy. He had hair like straw, which lent to his looking like a hayseed. But, he was bright, polite and a hard worker. He customers liked him and his country naivety was refreshing. 

One evening, after working with Nathan in the field, they were having a drink together at the bar in Greg's hotel; at least, Greg was. Nathan, who did not drink was having a 7-Up. They talked about life and family. Nathan hoped to get married someday. He implied that he had been saving himself for the right girl, but was reconsidering his approach. His new job was part of his coming out, so to speak. Greg told him that he and Kari wanted kids but had no luck and had just about given up on it. Nathan took out his wallet and showed Greg some pictures of his folks. Greg responded by opening up his laptop and bringing up some pictures of he and his wife taken on a recent vacation in Lake Tahoe. Kari looked beautiful. Nathan saw a natural brunette who was at the peak of her femininity. No longer a girl, she could best be described as very curvy. Full breasts, rounded buttocks, but far from fat. She was tall and had tapered, delicate hands and feet for such a statuesque woman. Kari Riggs was a woman who had no angles, just curves. She had a pretty face that responded to make-up like a showgirl's. What he could see but not feel was her smooth, lovely complexion. 

The laptop photos had a life-like, 3D quality to them. Nathan admired Kari and complimented Greg on his wife. The pictures were mostly taken on the lake and in the hotel restaurant. As he flipped through them one popped up on the screen of Kari standing in front of a mirror wearing lingerie, high heels and stockings, breasts exposed, legs slightly apart and her hands covering her crotch. It was only up for a couple of seconds, but it felt much longer than that before Greg slammed the lid of the laptop shut. In that instant they both stared at each other and turned bright pink. "You weren't supposed to see that" Greg stammered. 

"That's ok Mr. Riggs." There was an uncomfortable pause. "Do you have any more?" Another pause, and they both broke out in laughter. That evening Greg ended up showing Nathan his "best of Kari" collection in his room. Kari holding open her pussy lips on the balcony, bending over without panties in the supermarket, Kari cumming with her favorite toy. Nathan was full of "wows", "gollies" and "gee whizzes". That night after Nathan left, Greg masturbated before falling asleep. At home, Nathan masturbated twice.

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"You what?" she screamed. "You showed him those pictures of me?" Kari was furious and embarrassed when Greg told her what happened. He tried to explain, but she went on. "Next thing you'll be spreading me all over the internet! Greg how could you"?

"I don't know what to say except that I was so proud of you. You looked so beautiful; I wanted to show you off. Kari, I was so excited knowing he was looking at you in that way. My throat was dry and my heart was pounding. It gave me an erection knowing that he was excited too and having and erection of his own. I jerked off after he left. I'll bet he did the same thing. I kept thinking about him cumming with pictures of you in his mind. Doesn't that turn you on a bit"? Greg was on the right track, but it would take a little while before Kari got over her outrage. Only after a few weeks and several hot times playing their usual games, did Kari admit that the thought of a guy over five hundred miles away, stroking his hard cock while fantasizing about her was a turn on. 

It should be no surprise that afterward, when Greg and Kari took pictures, he toyed with the thought of showing them to Nathan the next time he was in Denver. Since Kari seemed to be over the incident and came to share some of Greg's excitement over it, he decided to get her permission this time. To his delight Kari was getting into the game and agreed. Nathan was having some problems with an account and Greg was happy to make extra trips to Denver to help him out. It was part of his job. They would end up in the hotel room at night with Greg showing Nathan the latest pictures. Nathan wouldn't believe that "Mrs. Riggs" willingly posed for the photos knowing that he would be seeing them. Greg offered to prove it and invited Nathan to order some photos to his own specifications. Nathan asked for pictures of Kari at her computer wearing a white dress and stockings, a rose, and playing with a red dildo. Greg was straight up with Kari about Nathan's request. She had to dig a little through her things for the outfit, but the red dildo was no problem. 

Kari felt the situation was under control as long as Greg didn't give any of the pictures away, which he didn't. He was sure that Nathan would love to masturbate with Kari's lovely photographs in front of him, but Greg didn't offer and Nathan didn't dare ask. It was Kari who "kicked it up a notch" when she suggested that Nathan was a part of this threesome, but she didn't know what he looked like. She asked her husband to bring back some snapshots of Nathan when he next visited Denver. 

"Sure, Mr. Riggs" Nathan said one evening in the hotel room. He got up, combed his hair, straightened up a little, and sat in a chair to pose for his portrait. Greg snapped off a few on his digital camera. Then he said, "You know Nathan, Mrs. Riggs has been very generous with you. She and I have allowed you in on some very intimate activities. I think she would appreciate a more personal response from you concerning her request. Greg had that feeling again. He felt his heart pounding high and dry in his throat. Nathan seemed confused. Greg lied, "She'll appreciate these pictures but, I think she expects to see pictures of you similar to the ones that you've seen of her."

"I don't have pictures of me like that. If I did I would let her see them".

"We could solve that problem right now" Greg replied, holding up the camera. He had Nathan and they both knew it. Nathan couldn't refuse without losing the privilege of having this man's loving wife perform for him and he wouldn't take the risk. Greg waited for Nathan to get completely undressed before he started to photograph. Nathan was as blonde below as he was above. Lean and muscular, he looked quite natural naked. Actually, a business suit didn't become him at all, Greg thought. His genitals looked long and droopy as if pulled down by their own weight. Greg talked him through a series of poses as the camera clicked. "Mrs. Riggs is going to like this even more if you can show her that you're excited by showing yourself off to her. 

"I understand, Mr. Riggs, but I think I'm too nervous to get it up". Nathan rubbed himself, increasing his length considerably, but he was still soft. Greg was impressed and now even more he wanted to see Nathan with a full erection. "Maybe this'll help", Greg said, as he set up his laptop in front of Nathan on a small table and set the computer to run through the pictures of Kari in slide show format. "Pretend I'm not here." Nathan had hoped for a long time for the luxury of getting off with the pictures of Kari and now the chance was here. He soon forgot about Greg and the camera. As the computer cycled the slide show his erection grew to it full length. And very considerable it was, too. The phrase "world class cock" ran through Greg's mind. He felt that he had made a discovery. Nathan slowly stroked the long, pale shaft with the pink head, very deliberately at first as he watched Kari posing in expensive lingerie; Kari with her fingers in her pussy; Kari with her ankles tucked behind her head; Kari sucking her nipples. Greg asked him to show off his cock. So Nathan squeezed it firmly down at the base to make it look bigger. The head expanded even more and pre-cum gathered at the tip and began running down its length. Kari is going to love this he thought. Nathan returned to his rhythmic stroking. The head was taut and shiny like a polished plum about to burst with ripeness. When Nathan came to a picture of Kari he hadn't seen before, one of her spreading her lips with her fingers, exposing a glob of Greg's cum running out of her cunt, down the crack of her ass, he went over the edge. He threw his head back and pounded for all he was worth. Greg got it all. He caught the cum flying in mid-air, splashing on the blonde hairs of his chest, running over Nathan's fingers and wrist. It looked as if Nathan had saved up two or three normal loads and spewed them out all at once. It was all over him and the furniture. Greg kept photographing the mess until Nathan had wiped himself clean. Later that night, after Nathan left, Greg reviewed the pictures and although he didn't know it, he set a personal record for the amount of cum ejaculated in a single orgasm. The next day he cut his trip short and flew home with his gift for Kari on his lap.

Greg has taken lots of pictures of Nathan and edited them down to a dozen of the best. Kari was excited by them and watched them over again a number of times. "How did you get him to pose for these?" she asked, "They're fabulous," she added. Greg explained that during the entire sequence, and while he was squirting all over, Nathan was thinking of her. The idea brought a warm flood into her vagina. "Let's take our showers and get ready. We have work to do," she said. During their love making the slide show was repeating itself over and over on the TV screen. Kari handed Greg the red dildo as she settled in on the sofa, legs wide apart. "You know what to do, baby", she urged him. Indeed he did. He licked her for a long time making sure she was well lubricated before he inserted the hefty plastic cock. He was firm and steady. Most of the time she didn't like the rhythm to vary until she started cumming. She loved the constant mechanical power of an inexorable erect penis that would never tire of fucking her. One shot in particular had Nathan looking directly into the camera while a string of semen was frozen in mid-air between them. Her favorite however, was one that Greg took over Nathan's shoulder. She could see him holding his cock, while he was looking at a picture of her on the screen of the laptop. In that shot her legs were apart and her wet fingers buried in her cunt. That's when she went over the edge. Now Greg was working the red dildo furiously. She almost fainted from the strength and the length of her orgasm. Before she was quite finished, Greg climbed between thighs and positioned his dripping cock at the entrance to her hole. She was so swollen with excitement that Greg had to push himself into her tight canal as if she was a young virgin and not a woman who had been well fucked a few thousand times. That's a lot of cum juice for one pussy he thought, and in a few seconds he made another large deposit.

Over the next few weeks their lovemaking was especially intense. Kari was stimulated by the exchange of pictures with Nathan and she looked forward to doing it again some time. Greg, as usual had a different slant on things. Images of Kari and Nathan kept intruding into his thoughts. He saw her straddling Nathan's enormous prick, nestling the engorged head at the opening of her vagina then slowly lowering herself on it very deliberately. He imagined Nathan's cock glistening with a layer of both their juices. He could call up dozens of such images like Kari deep throating Nathan and sucking him dry.

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Greg had a private agenda and was quietly pulling strings to make things happen to fulfill his lust. He argued convincingly to his vice-president that it was his turn for his region to host the next national sales convention and it was decided in his favor. He knew that Nathan was up for a sales award and would attend. Wives and husbands of sales executives would be attending also and Kari would have some responsibilities as a hostess. Greg planned for the three of them to get together one evening during the convention in the suite he had reserved. From Kari's point of view, her excitement centered on the prospect of seeing Nathan in person. She felt that they had shared such intimacy though the photographs that being together when taking a few more, was not that much of a leap. Nathan was beside himself with the anticipation of meeting Kari in person and hoping that Greg had something in store for them. 

The convention turned out to be a great success, topped off by a sumptuous awards banquet. Kari looked beautiful with her black hair and her silky black dress. Low-cut with spaghetti straps, the dress showed off her flawless skin. Of course it flattered her curves, but one could have inferred her voluptuousness even under a sheet. Nathan received a handsome check and a plaque for "rookie-of-the-year". He had a fresh haircut but by the time he was presented his award it had sprung up again, giving him the boyish look of a young Gary Cooper. Greg looked smart and sophisticated in his tux. By midnight all the guests in the suite had left except for Nathan. Greg locked the door. 

Nathan was saying to Kari, "I want to thank you, Mrs. Riggs. I don't know if you realize how much this experience has meant to me. It's brought me out a lot and I owe much of this award to you".

"Thank you, Nathan, you deserve it. I hope you realize what a special young man you are. You've brought Greg and me a lot of pleasure and we admire you very much," and she reached out and squeezed his hand. Nathan blushed and said something like "gosh" or "gee whiz". Then Greg poured Kari and him a drink and said that he wanted a shot for the company newsletter of Kari congratulating Nathan on his award. He had them stand in front of the flowers that were on the baby grand piano, holding the plaque between them. He took another positioning them a little closer. The next moment was the moment the night would pivot on. Greg said, "Now let's take one for our own collection. Kari, may I"? Greg loosened one of the straps on Kari's dress and pulled the delicate fabric down and off one of her breasts. Despite its fullness the nipple still tilted upward. Nathan stared. "Look at the birdie." The flash went off. That pose was exactly like the first one, except for the fact that Kari's tit stared back at the camera. They took a couple more; in each one Kari had on less clothing, but still holding on to the plaque. 

"What about Nathan?" Kari said. 

"Ok. How about this" Nathan replied. He had Kari slip her dress back on and he opened his fly. He took out his cock which curved out and down in front of him in a great arc. They both stood tall, he in his tuxedo and she in her dress with the plaque between them. "Mrs. Greg Riggs congratulates Nathan Rogers on winning 'Rookie of the Year'. Do you think this one will make the front page?"

"Nathan you're a perverted genius", Greg smiled and they all laughed. The game was now afoot. Greg loosened his tie, but still in his tuxedo, instructed them to strip down. Kari was wearing black high heels, black thigh high stockings, a thong and no bra. Then she removed the thong revealing a small, neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Nathan was down to his shorts and socks. Then he dropped his drawers revealing his huge semi-erect cock. It swung and bobbed out in front of him like a yardarm on a sailing boat. And it wasn't fully erect yet. "The socks too", Greg had to remind him. And there they stood, these two beautiful specimens in all their glory, secreting, getting ready for the next act. Greg Riggs directing.




The Best Laid Plans



Holly Hamill was a little drunk. Not much, just a little tipsy and giggly. She walked into the living room of the old house with her husband Matt. Just behind them came her sister Riannon and her husband Sean. They had all been out to dinner and had had a few bottles of wine.

Holly was twenty five, tall and willowy with very long, coltish legs that went up to a very muscular butt. Her 34B breasts were just the right size for her slight frame. She had a pretty face with long brown hair and bee stung lips.

Riannon was twenty two, slightly shorter and much curvier then her sister. She had 36C breasts and a round, heartshaped ass. Her short black hair framed a pixeyish face with a pug nose and green eyes.

The Hamill sisters had been out celebrating their anniversaries. They had been married on the same day, but two years apart. Everyone still called them the Hamill sisters even though they were married. Holly had taken over the house when their mother moved out. Riannon and Sean lived in Durham and she was finishing college at UNH.

Holly had been married for three years and Riannon just a year. They had both decided that they wanted to start their families now and start having children. They had always been especially close, even for sisters, and had hatched the plan to try to become pregnant on the same day so that their children might be born at the same time. Their husbands had been enthusiastic participants to the scheme.

The first part of the plan had been to go out tonight and have a good time and get a buzz on to relax. Holly had worn a classic little black dress with spaghetti straps and black thigh-high stockings with four inch high "fuck me" pumps. Riannon had worn an iridescent green dress that clung to her curvy butt and boobs and the same heels as her sister. They were a stunning pair.

The plan was for them to all go back to the house and then Holly and Matt would retire to their bedroom while Riannon and Sean used the guest room downstairs. Holly poured them all another glass of wine and they sat down to chat and catch up for a few minutes all of them in anxious anticipation of what was to come.

Both Holly and Riannon were a little high and their inhibitions, and they didn't have many, all were falling by the wayside. Riannon looked over at her handsome husband sitting next to Holly's equally handsome man and smiled.

She leaned over to her sister's ear and whispered "Let's give them a dance to get them started. They'll go crazy!"

Holly stood up and walked over and hit Play on the CD player and some jazzy blues started to fill the room. She walked back to her sister and took her hand and they danced to the middle of the room and faced their husbands.

Riannon and Holly started to move their hips and bodies to the music. Holly looked Matt in the eye and started to teasingly lift the hem of her short black dress and then let it drop back again. She let the straps fall off her shoulders and they caught on her upper arms stopping the dress from falling just by catching on the upper swells of her breasts. Both Sean and Matt had sizable tents in the front of their pants.

Riannon was finding it hard to move as sensuously as she wanted in the tight green dress. She looked over to Sean and licked her lips and hen reached for the side zipper on the dress. She slowly worked it down and the dress fell and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it. All she was wearing now was a very brief pair of dusky rose boyshorts and a strapless see-through bra of the same color. A string of pearls and the slutty heels completed her outfit.

Holly looked over at her sister slightly shocked. Not by her semi-nudity, they were too close for that to be a surprise; instead it was because how turned on she was to see her own sister almost nude and moving to the music. Holly realized that her sister had grabbed the spotlight and she was determined to get it back. She let the thin straps fall down her arms and her dress was on the floor. Holly hadn't bothered with any underwear, she figured it would be coming off soon enough when they got home and, anyway, it drove Matt crazy to know she was sitting in the restaurant naked under her dress. Holly stood in the middle of the floor in just a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings and her black "fuck me" heels.

Matt and Sean were squirming on the couch as the girls looked at each other and smiled. Curvy Riannon bursting out of her bra and panties and willowy Holly nude except for her spectacular legs encased in sheer black nylon. Each thought how sexy the other looked and their bodies moved towards each other.

Sean and Matt both groaned as Holly reached out and kissed her sister deeply on he mouth. Growing up, the girls had practiced kissing with each other and as they got older, some of the sessions had led to heavy petting. By the time Holly was fifteen, she would make thirteen year old Riannon cum using her fingers while gently sucking her sisters developing tits. They had started dating by then and their attention was transferred to other people, but they still occasionally enjoyed that intimate closeness with each other.

Their husbands were aware of their special closeness. The summer after Holly and Matt were married they had gone on a sailing vacation in the Islands with Riannon and Sean who were living down there that winter and had access to a good sized sailboat. 

They had spent two idyllic weeks sailing and then anchoring for the night in secluded coves. They first day out both Holly and Riannon had shed their tops and for the remainder of the trip were topless all day long. Sean and Matt had enjoyed the sight of the tan and sexy sisters sunning naked on the deck. At night, Sean and Riannon slept in the forward cabin while Holly and her husband slept in the main cabin or on deck if it was a nice night. Except there wasn't a lot of sleep involved.

The first night on the boat, Holly and Matt were laying on their bed when the sounds of Riannon and Sean having sex drifted down from the forward cabin. Not just sex, but nasty, dirty sex. Riannon kept moaning for Sean to fuck her harder and deeper and the boat rocked as he pounded her.

"FUCK ME!! FUCK ME LIKE THE LITTLE SLUT I AM!!" Riannon yelled out.

Matt turned to Holly with a questioning look. Holly just smiled and shook her head. Then she reached down for her husbands cock.

"My sister has always been a screamer." She said as she slowly started to jack Matt's cock up and down. "Wait until she cums." Holly's head sank down and she wrapped her lips around his cock. It took just a few minutes for Matt to blow a huge load in her mouth just as Riannon screamed through another orgasm. He fell asleep with Holly curled up at his side.

In the morning, they all had a long, frank discussion. Holly and Riannon had told the guys about their past history, some of the men and women they had slept with and how they always were taught that sharing was good. Matt and Sean, not being stupid, agreed and the rest of the trip had passed in an almost constant orgy of swapping and fucking.

Matt learned that Riannon really got off on anal sex, the harder the better. She liked to have her hands bound or handcuffed and to pretend to resist while he lubed up her muscular behind and fucked her ass hard. Her orgasms that she reached this way were off the scale, even for her. They had to make sure they were anchored way out in the cove every night.

Sean discovered that Holly's pussy was shaved bald and that she had en incredibly long clit that stuck out of her pussy lips when she was aroused. She also ejaculated when she came hard after a long session of sucking her clit and fucking her hard. She loved to turn him on with dirty talk as he pounded her.

They had spent a couple of blissful weeks together but had not had a chance to repeat their exploits except for a brief couple of days at Riannon and Sean's wedding. Riannon had been married with Matt and Sean's cum seeping out of her pussy and asshole. And if anybody had checked, they would have caught the subtle odor of her pussy on Holly's face and fingers.

Now, here they were on their shared anniversary and the girls slipped into each others embrace. Holly reached between her sister's big breasts for the front closure of the bra. She slipped her hands under the cups and eased them off Riannon's boobs and gently caressed and pulled at her thick nipples. Riannon slid her hand down between them and slowly stroked Holly's long clit. Both of the Hamill girls started to moan into each other's mouth.

Sean and Matt had stripped on the couch and were stroking their cocks. Matt had a thick seven inch dick that fit perfectly in his sisters ass. He was tall and in great shape from working out. Sean had a magnificent nine incher that drove girls wild. He knew it wasn't just the size that mattered and was a very skillful cocksman.

Holly and Riannon looked over at their handsome men. They had agreed ahead of time that they would only fuck their own husbands this weekend as they wanted to become pregnant. They were sorely tempted as they looked over at their husbands masturbating on the couch. Riannon felt a tingle in her butt as she remembered Matt's cock parked up there and Holly remembered the ecstasy of nine inches of cock packed in her spasming pussy but they had a mission tonight.

The girls tottered over to the couch in their high heels. They knelt before their husbands and gripped the cocks before them. Holly kissed the head of Matt's cock and slipped her lips around it's head. She slowly lowered her head and it hit the back of her throat. She bobbed up and down a few times, then bottomed out again and started to work her throat muscles. In a minute she had deep throated his big dick, her lips resting on his pubic hair. Matt groaned.

Riannon looked over when she heard the groan. She had been licking along the sides of Sean's giant horsecock. It was so big, she had a hard time giving him head. When she saw her sister deep throating Matt, she tingled in her pussy and had a little orgasm. She had never seen anybody do that before. She watched Holly's throat muscles work on Matt's dick and reached into her panties to finger herself. She had had enough; she was ready to fuck.

"Sean, I want you to bend me over the couch and fuck the shit out of me! I want your big cock all the way up my tight cunt and I want you to shoot your white hot sperm deep into my pussy and make me pregnant! Come on honey, Fuck me! Fuck me now!!"

Sean reached down and pulled his panting wife to her feet. He bent her over the arm of the couch and tore the boyshorts from her hips. He held onto the torn material as he lubricated the tip of his cock in the moisture weeping from her pussy. Then he started to feed his cock into her cunt.

"I'm going to fuck you until your eyes cross, you dirty little slut! You've been teasing me for two days and I have a big load of cum built up for you. There's enough to make three women pregnant! I'm going to stuff these torn panties in your slutty little mouth so you don't disturb the neighbors. Now take it all!"

With that, Sean bent forward and stuffed the torn panties in her mouth. The ends hung out past her lips and her groans were muffled. He slid another two inches into her tight pussy and she let out a muffled yell.

Holly looked over at her sister. She had been lost in the pleasure of blowing her husband, but the muffled shout got her attention. She saw her sister sweating and red in the face with the torn lacy panties stuffed in her mouth and then watched as inch after inch of Sean's cock packed her tight cunt. Holly got on the couch on all fours facing her sister and begged Matt to fuck her.

Matt slid all seven inched into his wife's sopping pussy. Holly grunted and reached out and held her sister's hands in her own. The two husbands started fucking their hot wives in rhythm.

"Fuck me Matt! Fuck my hot wet cunt! Give it to me harder, I won't break. Shoot your hot cum deep in my pussy! Shoot a baby into me, that's what I want! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEEEE!!!"

This last was a scream as she came. Riannon looked up through hooded eyes at her spaming sister. She looked so beautiful, her face was flushed from cumming and her boobs swung in time with her husbands thrusts. She pulled the tattered lace from her mouth and bent forward and kissed Holly gently on the lips.

"You look so beautiful." she whispered to Holly "Your gorgeous long legs have your tight butt way up in the air, just the right angle for Matt to slam you good. You're taking it like a dirty little slut. Do you like it? Do you like being pounded like a cheap slutty girl? I love it! I love to be slammed hard. Sean's cock is way up my cunt. I'm full of cock! UGGGGH! UGGGGGH! I'm there!!!"

Riannon let out a piercing scream and her dirty words and sexy kiss set Holly off again too. Nobody heard their mother Emma come in the front door.

Emma Hamill was in her mid forties, tall and very slender with short brown hair. She still had small A cup breasts that rode high on her chest and a tight muscular ass. She had been divorced from the girl's father for many years and had never gotten married again. She had gone back to school and become a teacher and lived a couple towns over. She had stopped by the house because she knew Riannon was visiting and the sight that greeted her stopped her in her tracks with a gasp.

Her younger daughter Riannon was a screaming sweaty mess bent naked over the arm of the couch and cumming hard. Her son's enormous cock was plowing in and out of her wet spasming pussy. Emma had never seen such a long cock and was both fascinated and excited. Holly was shaking like a rag doll and also cumming hard, almost convulsing in pleasure. Emma felt her pussy starting to get wet.

Emma had grown up during the golden age of sexual freedom and had had many partners before she got married and had babies. Since her divorce, she had had a few partners, but for the past few years all her orgasms had been self induced. She had been very frank with the girls when they were growing up and they felt free, for the most part, to tell her of their sex lives although she had no idea of the orgy on the sailboat. She felt her body start to flush with sexual excitement as she watched her girls in such obvious orgasmic pleasure.

Suddenly Sean let out a yell and started to shoot his cum deep into Riannon's wet pussy. She could feel his cock swell and the sperm hitting the inside of her cunt. She grunted and became light headed, almost passing out. Matt, watching the other couple, was overcome and started to shoot five days worth of cum deep into his wife. She fell forward with him on top of her gasping for air.

Emma had heard enough when she came in to guess what the girls were up to and she found it very erotic that she might have watched both her daughters getting pregnant. She had never seen them having sex before and the four beautiful bodies before her turned her on. She was surprised at her arousal, but turned on never the less. She cleared her throat.

"That looked like fun. Whose idea was it to try and get pregnant at the same time?"

Four heads snapped around to look at her. Holly, in a post coital bliss, looked up at Emma through hooded eyes and noticed her mother wasn't wearing a bra under her thin shirt and that her nipples were rock hard. Holly had always admired her mother's beauty and strength and realized with a rush she always had a crush on her. She knew her mother had been in a dry spell lately, sexually speaking, and decided to see how far she could press her mother.

"Mom, what are you doing here? Sorry you had to catch us like this. This wasn't exactly our plan but we just got carried away." Holly pulled herself off Matt's cock, making sure Emma got a good look at it.

Emma had seen her daughters nude many times over the years, but had never seen them in a post orgasmic blush like this. Holly's long legs ran up to her shaved pussy and it was leaking Matt's seed. Riannon looked up through tousled hair at her mother and smiled as Sean started to snake his giant cock from her well used cunt. She could fell it as he withdrew every inch and Emma took it all in.

"I just stopped by to see Riannon and I guess I saw more then I bargained for." She joked. Her pussy was getting very wet and she unconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

"Sorry Mommy!" Riannon arose and walked to her mother and gave her a big hug. Her big breasts crushed into Emma's almost flat chest and her thick nipples rubbed against Emma's taut nubs. Her mother shivered. The whole room reeked of sex and Emma was getting more light headed. "Let's get dressed and we can talk." Riannon murmured.

"Don't get dressed on my account. I'll just run along."

"No!" Holly almost shouted "No, stay a minute." She noticed Emma's eye's drift down to Sean's still semi-hard prick. "I know what she wants!" Holly thought, smiling. She got up and walked over to hug her mother and her tiny buttonlike nipples dug into Emma's chest just like her sister's had.

Emma was starting to quiver with pent up lust. She knew she had to go, but Holly took her arm and led her to the couch. She sat down in one corner and pulled her mother down next to her. The air was heavy with the musk of cum and pussy and Emma lost all her normal reasoning ability.

Holly was still on an orgasmic high, her face and upper chest still pink with excitement. She knew her mother had been in a dry spell lately and she felt so much love towards her that she wanted her to feel as good as she did. Emma's glance at Sean's monster cock gave Holly the idea that she needed. She leaned over and whispered in her mother's ear.

"Mommy, I saw you staring at Sean's big dick. It feels so good inside you, I've had it in me many times. Wouldn't you like some of that? Would you like Sean's big cock way up your tight cunt. Would you like to be a dirty, slutty girl tonight? Would you like Sean's cum coating your pubic hair and running down your thighs? HMMMM??"

The other three could hear Holly whispering to Emma and watched as her hands slid around to the front of Emma's body and slid up her chest underneath her tee-shirt. They gently caressed her small boobs and she started to flick her fingers on her mother's nipples. An electric jolt went from Emma's nipples to her pussy and she started to moan.

"This is so, so wrong! This is my little girl! I can't be enjoying this! Oh, God but I am. My pussy is soaked! Oh honey, please don't stop!" Emma's brain was a jumbled, horny mess.

Holly started to pull the shirt up Emma's chest. The others could see her flat belly appear and then the underside of her breasts. Emma sat forward as Holly worked the shirt over her head. Emma's nipples were hard and stood off her almost flat chest. Riannon walked over and kissed her mother, her tongue slipping into Emma's mouth. She pulled back and looked at her mother with lust clouded eyes.

"Mommy, Sean would love to pack that big cock into your tight pussy. Let me help you get your pants off." Riannon reached for the snap on Emma's jeans. She unsnapped and then unzipped her mothers jeans. She reached up to the waist and slowly slid them off Emma's legs. Now all she was wearing was a pair of bright blue panties.

They all stared at Emma for a moment. Holly gently played with her nipples as Emma writhed on the couch. Riannon moved between her mother's legs and slid to the floor in front of her.

"You look so sexy Mom! Sean is so huge, I'd better help get you ready." Riannon slid the panties to one side and could see Emma's glistening pussy. She licked her lips and then started to kiss her mother's upper thighs.

Emma felt a jolt go right from her daughter's tongue to her cunt. She started to drip with excitement. Riannon slowly worked her lips around her mother's lips and then kissed her on her clit. Emma screamed at the top of her lungs. 




The Best-Laid Plans...



It had been a long day, and a frustrating one. As representative for a major Information Technology group in the Research Triangle of North Carolina, my job took me all over the eastern US with great frequency. By 9pm this particular evening, I had arrived home four hours late after having been diverted twice, I was tired and ready for a hot bath, a cold drink and some relaxation.

I smelled the strawberrys-and-cream scent that Gloria favored as soon as I opened the door. The odor brought a smile to my face. Gloria often left little surprises for me to find whenever she knew I was on my way home. I had called her from Chicago much earlier in the day, letting her know that I had once again been rerouted by the airline.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know you wanted to go out this evening to celebrate but it looks like I'm going to be late. I don't know exactly what time I'll get home but right now it looks like 8:30 or 9 tonight." Gloria and I had been seeing each other very regularly for 6 months and today was my birthday. She had been planning a surprise and celebration for me for quite a while and now my job schedule had ruined her plans. I felt terrible but there was nothing I could do about it.

"That's okay, Brad. I checked the airline schedule on the pc and saw you were going to be diverted, so I changed our plans a little. We are still going to celebrate, sweetie. I think I'm just going to shoot a bit." She laughed softly and then said "See you tonght, lover."

Gloria is a buyer for Sears and is all too familiar with recalcitrant airline schedules. I knew that she truly did understand my being delayed. Her reference to 'shooting' came from the fact that she is also one hell of an amateur photographer, and has had several shots published in various magazines.

The apartment was dark. Light flickered throughout from the candles Gloria had lit and by their light I saw a filled highball glass on the stand beside my favorite chair. I knew immediately that Gloria was there. The drink was my favorite - Chivas Regal on ice. I paused, listening, but heard nothing. She was certainly being quiet. I dropped my briefcase beside the chair and. glass in hand, wandered over to hang my coat in the foyer, where I found my first "surprise."

Hanging from the coatpeg was pink paper heart on a string. I grinned and opened the obviously handmade card. Surprise number two! Gloria had pasted a picture of herself inside the card. I stared long and hard at the picture, drink forgotten in my hand. 5 feet 9 inches barefoot, with a glorous riot of curly raven hair, cropped short about a heart-stopping face, Gloria is a doll, drop-dead gorgeous and built like a porn star.

Her lush figure appeared to be draped in transparent white fog. The pegnoir showed off the dark circles of her areolae, the outline of her perfect hips and long legs visible with the backlighting she had used for the shot. She had posed herself with a wineglass in her left hand and a long-stemmed rose in her right. The petals of the rose appeared to be caressing the almost-visible nipple of her breast.

She had written in a fine, precise hand on the other side of the card. 'The shower is ready and all you need there. Finish your drink and then clean up, lover.'

Gloria wanted to play, and when she did, I was always eager for whatever game her wicked imagination would produce. I needed no more encouragement. Quaffing the rest of my drink, I headed straight for the shower, my weariness completely forgotten.

The bath was only slightly better lighted than the rest of the apartment, having several scented candles placed in front of the mirrors to reflect light. My terrycloth robe was hanging on the door and another drink was on the washstand - a fresh one, the glass only now beginning to bead with moisture. I grinned and sipped at it as I stripped down, then turned the shower on and stepped into the hot spray.

I showered quickly and got out, eager to see what else she had in store for the evening. I discovered another surprise on the washtand, one that hadn't been there only a few minutes before. A small, rope-handled bag was sitting beside my drink. 'Damn,' I thought. 'That woman is as quiet as a cat!'

I looked in the bag and found several items. Hanging by a thread from the rope handle was a tiny key, round and tubular, but only about a half inch long. I pulled out a small plastic bottle of Astroglide, another of scented massage oil, a vibrator about 5 inches long, an unlabelled audio cassette and, the strangest of all, a red leather mask! Yup! This was looking to be one hell of a night.

I put everything back in the bag and went to the bedroom, my already stiffening cock poking out of my robe to lead the way. I found another heart-shaped card tacked onto the outside of the bedroom door. 'Put the mask on before you come in.' Heart beginning to pound in my chest, I slipped the mask over my eyes. Whoever made the damn thing knew what he or she was doing. I could not see a thing. I took a deep breath and opened the door and stepped inside.

"Don't move, baby." I heard Gloria's voice coming from straight ahead, close to the bed. I heard her walking then heard the door close. I could smell her perfume, Red Door, as she came close to me. When I reached out for her though, she put her hands on my arms, forcing them down to my sides.

"No, Brad. You can't use your hands - at all."

"Okay, baby. No hands. So what now?"

I felt Gloria's hands on my face as she kissed me, long and deep, her tongue dancing with mine. She started kissing and nibbling on my cheek, my ear and my neck, which she knows drives me crazy. Her hands unbelted my robe and wandered across my chest, tweaking both of my nipples simultanously.  My cock was starting to throb a bit and I was already as stiff as a spike.

My hands started to move involuntarily but Gloria imediately backed off. "No hands baby! Since you can't seem to behave, I'll have to help you." She led me farther into the bedroom by one hand then stopped. As best I could tell, I was about in the middle of the room. She put her hands on my chest and stopped me. "Stay here and don't move."

I obeyed her instructions, growing more aroused by the puzzling noises I heard. The silky rustle of ...clothing? I heard a jingling noise and various clickings. I felt her hands on my wrists as she raised both my arms over my head. More jingling. I was just beginning to suspect what might be in store when she fastened the manacles on my wrists and stepped away from me. Damn! I was now chained in my bedroom with my arms over my head, blindfolded and completely naked, with a raging hardon to boot!

"That's much better, baby." I heard her throaty chuckle. "Now we can play." Her scent filled my senses as she drew close again and kissed me, then slid her tongue across my lips. Kissing down my neck and across my chest, Gloria began biting my nipples, going from one to the other. Her hands were hot on me, one cupping my balls as the other slowly and firmly stroked the length of my shaft. I stiffened in shock as I felt both nipples being bitten and suckled at the same time!

Now two pairs of hands were wandering across my chest, my stomach, fondling my asscheeks. Two mouths were kissing and nibbling all over me.  I felt two tongues licking the stiff shaft of my dick and my balls, nipping and kissing at my thighs.

"Oh God, baby! Who is that? Who's here?" I moaned. Someone put a hand on my mouth to silence me.

"No questions, Brad! You cannot say anything and you cannot look. Those are the rules for now." Gloria chuckled as I felt a hot mouth enclose my cock and swallow me completely, sucking slowly as it withdrew. I heard another click and voices filled the room. One was Gloria's and she was moaning in passion.

"Oh damn, yes! Eat me, suck my clit, you bitch! Mmmmmm....." I could tell from the sound of her voice that she was close to orgasm. Gloria continued to mon on the recording as she whispered in my ear.

"Like what you hear, lover? She's really good. She licked my pussy, sucked my clit and stuck her tongue in my ass. I loved it!"

The two pairs of hands continued to fondle me, only occasionally stroking my tumescent cock. Two sets of lips and two tongues continued teasing me unmercifully. The sounds coming from the recording changed now and I heard a stranger's voice, higher pitched than Gloria's but still very sexy and filled with passion.

"Yes, baby. That's it! Right thererighttherethere! Oh God! Turn...mmm, yes that's it! I want that sweet cunt again. Yes, in my ass!" The sounds became muffled groanings andd faint screams as two women came together.

I was going crazy by this time! My cock throbbed painfully and I could feel the swelling in my balls as they ached for release. Still Gloria and the mysterious stranger continued their teasing. Suddenly they stopped and Gloria's breath was hot on my cheek. "Listen, lover. Listen!"

Gloria's head rested on my chest and now I could hear soft lapping, suckling sounds from below me. Gloria was breathing hard and faster now and moaning softly in my ear. Her hands were pinching my nipples over and over as she whispered raggedly to me.

"Unh...she's licking my pussy, baby. Ohohoh! Mmmm...she's fucking me with her fingers! Yesyesyes!" Gloria continued moaning softly as she described the licking and tongue-fucking she was now getting. Suddenly I felt her place one leg on my hip as her hands now clutched at my chest. "Oh God, Brad! Her tongue is in...my ass! Fucking me, fuuuccckkkk!!!!!!!!!!" Gloria screamed once and her leg dropped as she went limp and backed away from me, still breathing hard. I could feel the stings on my chest where her hands had gripped.

Now I could feel someone behind me. Two hands ran up and down my legs and thighs, tickling, occasionally dragging fingernails lightly across my ass. The hands gripped my asscheeks as I felt teeth lightly nipping. A tongue ran slowly and wetly up the cleft of my buttocks, then down again as the hands spread my cheeks wide. I grunted and moaned as pure lust shot through me when the tongue qickly circled my anus and flicked rapidly across it, just before forcing its way into me and quckly withdrawing.

More movement now. A hand was on my cock, stroking it slowly. Infrequently, a tongue lapped across the head or up the shaft. Gloria's scent in my nostrils again. Long hair tickled across my chest as she whispered to me. I stiffened and felt my cock spasm hard. It wasn't Gloria.

"Lick my ass, Glor. That's it baby, there. Yessss! More! Slide your fingers in. Yes! Mmmm." The voice was the same as the one on the recording I had heard earlier making love with Gloria. Now she was describing step by step Gloria's assault on her. As Gloria made love to this unknown woman she put her arms around my waist and held tightly, her head on my stomach.

I could picture her in my mind, bent over, ass in the air with Gloria behind her, using that talented tongue and mouth on her. The strain on my arms and legs was incredible and my cock now throbbed painfully with every heartbeat. I could feel my balls snugged tightly against me, aching in their fullness. 

The woman holding on to me began to grunt rhythmically and continued her lewd descriptions. "She...unh...sucking me..oh yes!! Lick my ass baby! Stick your tongue in! More, yeah like that!" I was going crazy with lust and the pictures my mind was conjuring up, one after another. I had long since stopped thinking, now wanting only release, wanting to fuck one or both of these women through the bed.

The woman holding me began to moan, low in her throat and building with her orgasm. Her arms gripped harder around my waist, squeezing tightly. "Ahhhhhooooooohhhggggoooooodddd!" I could feel her spasm rhythmically against me as her body moved to Gloria's sweet mouth, a mouth I knew all too well.

Gradually the hold on me relaxed and someone began kissing me softly, licking my lips. I could smell the mix of perfume and sweet woman musk on her face, but still I didn't know which she was. I was breathing raggedly and my legs were trembling by now. I needed to cum more than I had ever needed it in my life.

Suddenly I felt hands at my wrists. My wrists were released and my arms dropped to my sides. Gloria began whispering in my ear again. "Now will you behave and do as I tell you, Brad? Or do we need to do this again, lover?"

Again? Oh God, I wasn't sure I would live through another of those 'punishments'. I quckly agreed to behave and do as I was told. Hell I would have agreed to anything at that point!

"Good boy! Now, remember, no more talking, baby. Not unless we tell you. You do exactly what we want or...." she didn't need to finish that threat. I understood completely. I swallowed hard at the lump of pure lust clogging my throat and nodded my agreement. The women stopped speaking as one slid close to my chest and the other plastered herself against my back and my ass.

They began moving in unison against me, sliding their bodies up and down across my skin. I could feel hard nipple points dragging against me, fingernails raking my skin and hands caressing me everywhere as tongues and lips licked and niblled my flesh. The scents of Red Door and woman musk were everywhere. I groaned in spite of myself, an involuntary shudder of desire, but kept my promise and said not a word.

The women moved away finally, after what seemed like hours, and taking my hands, led me on farther in the bedroom. I was completely disoriented by now and had no clue where I was in relation to anything. An unexpected push on my chest caused me to sit down suddenly on the bed. Hands pushed and tugged and urged me until I was lying face down on the bed. Once again my wrists were held and tied, now down at my sides. My legs were spread and tied to the bed corners or something.

The stranger's voice in my ear whispered silkily. "Time for a massage, Brad. You seem so tense and we want you to relax!" A soft chuckle and she was gone. Hnads, warm and slick with oil, began sliding over my back and neck, firmsoft touches kneading my tense shoulder muscles. More hands massaged my buttocks and thighs, sliding repeated between the cleft to tickle my nether region briefly, before continuing on.

The massage was excellent and I could feel myself begin to relax in spite of my turgid state. A sudden slap on one asscheek got my attention immediately. My wrists and legs were untied and I was rolled on to my back, where my legs were refastened. I was pulled up into a sitting position in the bed and my wrists tied once again. When I was pushed back I understood. Now my hands were tied together behind me, the cord or rope or whatever only long enough to lie on. My hands and arms were effectively trapped at my sides again. I could move them a little, nothing more.

"Now for the front, baby. Can't miss an inch now can we?" Gloria's voice was teasing, coming from my left side. Oiled hands began massaging my chest and stomach while others worked my legs and thighs. Suddenly cool air on the head of my cock caused me to jump just as a mouth engulfed me, tongue swirling and wrapping around, teasing me. I groaned and nearly came right then, but just as suddenly, the hot, wet mouth was gone.

I could feel the bed shift as someone got in to it on my right, and hands gripped my hair as a sweet, hot musky cunt plastered against my lips. I began licking and sucking her delicious juices as I felt my legs being untied. 'At last!' I thought to myself. I felt my knees being bent and my legs raised in the air. Someone grabbed my ankles and held my legs up, knees to my chest, my stiff cock and swollen balls exposed and tender.

A hot tongue licked at my cock now. Up and down the shaft, around the head. It moved down and licked and tickled the area between my balls and my ass, my perineum, before flicking lightly over my puckered back door. Nails raked my thighs all the while as the moth moved over me, again and again, but always stopping before i could orgasm. By now I was moaning continuosly and pleading, forgetting my instructions to remain silent.

"Please, Gloria! Oh my God, please, baby. Fuckmesuckme, please!"

A hand over my lips stopped me and the mystery woman laughed deep in her throat. "Oh my!" she said, chuckling. "We didn't tell you to talk, Brad. Did we, Glor?"

"No," Gloria said, and I could hear the pleased tone in her voice. I had done exactly as she had wanted! "Now we'll have to correct him again!"

The hot pussy plastered against my moth again and begain sliding back and forth, the woman now fucking herself on my face in earnest. A hand at my asshole began to massage me, then an oiled finger slid inside me sudenly, causing my cock to spasm hard. I never experienced this before so I tensed up immediately. Undeterred, Gloria kept fingerfucking me, slowly and steadily, until I felt the addtional pressure of yet another finger. I moaned nonstop while frantically licking and sucking on the hot pussy now soaking my face and neck with sweet fluids.

The woman fucking my face was gripping my chest and riding me hard now, her fluids even more copious than before. Suddenly, the fingers withdrew and before I could adjust, I felt a new sensation that almost caused me to break my bonds. She had slid a vibrator into my ass! I could feel the insistent buzzing clear up into my stomach and my balls drew against me painfully. I couldn't help humping my ass off the mattress again and again, in rhythm to the fucking Gloria was giving me.

I could feel that the woman on my face was close, very close, to cumming. She was driving down hard onto my mouth and I felt her pussy and ass quivering as my mouth flooded with her release. She screamed, then began moaning and I felt Gloria's hot mouth engulf my cock. This time she didn't stop however, withdrawing to my glans only to slam me back into her throat again, literally fucking me with her mouth. The vibrator slid faster and faster and my orgasm shot from deep in my stomach and chest, as my cock shot jet after jet of hot fluid.

I moaned loudly into the pussy still humping my face as Gloria sucked incessantly, over and over, milking every drop from me. Finally I couldn't take any more and just went limp on the bed, unable to move a muscle. Te weight withdrew from my face and chest and I felt the women lie down on either side of me, kissing and stroking my face, my neck and my chest.

I could smell the mixture of my semen and the mystery woman's pussy juice on her breath as Gloria kissed me softly. "You can have your birthday present as long as you behave, baby," she whispered softly.



The Best Laid Plans



 [©2011 BY CLINTON09; ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18 WITH IDENTITIES DISGUISED; THIS STORY HAS A 'HARDER EDGE' THAN MOST; BE WARNED: HERE BE DRAGONS; FOR AGES 21 OR ABOVE]

[When son realizes that his mom is a lot better than the girls he's been dating, he composes a complete campaign of conquest.]


I was on a hot date. I had my 18 year old high school sweetheart up at 'Lovers' Point'. I was about to undo her bra and get 'down to it'. Well, the bra came off, along with a whole lot of cotton wadding. In the event, it turned out she was as flat as the hood of her car. 

Although that was just a part of her whole package, for some reason it really flipped me out. With apologies, I told her we had to go home; that I wasn't sure WE should go all the way. She was stunned: what kind of a guy finally gets in there and then wants out?

Confused, angry, and still horny, I zoomed home in record time. Remembering that people might be sleeping, I tiptoed into my house. I was still living at home. I could stay in my little room by the garage, as long as I paid rent (now that I was over 18.)

To my surprise, my beautiful mother had waited up for me. She was on the couch, with reading glasses and all. Her Kindle, showing 'THEM' by Joyce Carol Oates, had slipped onto the floor when she nodded off. She wore her simple cotton house robe which only went halfway to her knees. As she slept there, she was draped across the back of the couch. 

Heavens, those tanned shapely legs and smooth sexy feet were an incredible contrast to the bland, pale, flat, dull date that I had. I'm not ashamed to admit it: I walked around the back of the couch and could see into mom's robe. 

Holy Hannah!! Mom had no bra on: I could see her incredible rack--nipples and all. God, I could only compare them to the 1st Playmate foldout I saw. I thought back to tonight's date and all that cotton falling out: Talk about contrasts! 

As I took this all in, I was on sensory overload. To my shock, I looked down and my pants were tented out: I had gotten hard for my own mother! I then noticed something that would change our fate. I saw mom's personal data device. I had always wondered what she had on it. Dare I look? Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained...

I grabbed mom's little computer data storage device and ran to my room. It asked for a code word. Fortunately, mom hated passwords and the code word 1-2-3 had not been changed. I quickly downloaded her database within a few minutes and returned the device to her on the couch. 

On the device was a schedule of her 'old man's planned trips, personal finances, and her personal calendar and diary. I checked some entries:

"December 12: I'm relieved to see that Jimmy is going out on a date. He's grown into quite a young man with quite a physique. This summer when he did all that yard work and would take off his tee shirt, I had to quietly leave the room. 

God, what a bod! I'd think of those muscles as I used one of my 'friends' on the bed side table. My son's hard body cost me a fortune in batteries until I switched to a converter. If he knew that I wanted him badly and hadn't done it with 'the old man' for years, I wonder what he might have done. "

"December 13: I stumbled into Jim's room while he was watching some body-building contest. It was both men's and women's; I DO hope that his shortness of breath was due to the women and not the men! I hate to admit it, but when the guy who won the middleweight class flexed his huge guns, my nipples popped and other parts got, umm, lubricated. 

God, I'd love to be the lotion gal that has to rub those hunks down before they hit the stage. Well, to my relief, I saw that Jim started watching again with the women hitting the stage. I'd never forget it; talk about embarrassment! I have never so much as looked at another woman...ever. 

Well, this mature hardbodied babe got on stage...she was so perfect, so sexy while being so strong...I actually had to tell Jim I'd talk to him later to sneak out. I rushed to my room, closed the door, put on that channel, and got out my three-D-cell 'friend' from the bed table. My Tivo caught that incredible babe's appearance on stage. I replayed it three times before moaning my muffled pleasure." 

"December 14: I don't know why I put up with it. Mal, my 'old man', is going on another of his odd trips to Asia for 'business'. Even though he and I haven't done anything in years, he's afraid I might stray while he's gone, or be tricked into getting drunk and then do something. 

So, before he leaves, he insists that I have my plan doctor put in a diaphragm and have the 'morning after' pill at the ready just in case some guy did get me drunk. Crazy..." LAST DIARY ENTRY.

From the computer, I saw that he was leaving on December 18th for Thailand and Cambodia(using the old country name). Mom had been fitted for a diaphragm the day before. She'd also gotten those pills. It seemed that mom's cycle peak would be right as he leaves on this trip.

We drove him to the airport. I wanted to get with my plan immediately. Somehow I had to get the ball rolling. So, on the way home:

Me: "Mom, do you think that girls that I date have birth control. How can I know, and what should I say about it?"

Mom: "Oh honey, they may very well be on the Pill. Some of them might wear devices or have been fitted for them."

Me: "fitted for them?"

Mom: [Taking a deep breath] "Sure, they go to their OB GYN and have something put in to make them safe. If you must know, I just had something like that put in."

Me: "YOU mom? But, umm, well, I've overheard—by mistake—that you and the old codger don't do it anymore. So, why do you risk hurting yourself inside for no reason?"

There was dead silence. I pulled off the highway into a mall parking lot. Mom continued to stare blankly. She DID think it was crazy, but she had married him, entrusted her family's businesses. A divorce now would put the whole business network at risk. It might make their bank rescind their line of credit.

Mom had promised to watch 'Dancing with the Stars' with me. About five minutes before showtime, I went to her room to fetch her. To my surprise, the door was cracked. 

She had her house robe, but it was neatly laid out on the corner chair. Mom was taking 'stock' of herself. Her legs had just a slight trace of colors here and there and just the slightest trace of a wrinkle. Some call them 'mommy legs', with a vein or fold to spoil the perfect image. 

Well, they also were silky smooth, fresh from a bikini waxing; her thighs glistened. She rose up on demure tiptoes, turning sideways. She cupped her breasts which were worthy of a centerfold. Pinching her nipples till they were 'angry', she was the perfect vision of the mature piece. 

I almost came right there and then. By some miracle I kept stone silent. As she took out a little scissors and trimmed the fluff over her entrance to heaven, I quietly slipped away. I just hoped I could conceal my roaring hard-on when I asked my mother to sit on my lap.

My mom told me when she was a young lass she used to innocently sit atop the lap of both of her parents as they watched TV or played board games. Well, there was 'Dancing with the Stars' on TV. Mom loved the dancing part, while I loved the short skirts of the professional female dance partners. When I asked mom to sit on my lap like she used to do as a fair lass, she smiled and shook her head.

I didn't give up. Mom was wearing that same simple green house robe that could barely contain her outsized jugs or shapely legs. I wanted her on my lap and right now...finally, she turned on her pink boudoir feathery slippers and demurely fell onto my lap.

At the first commercial, mom thanked me for driving him to the airport for her. She beamed at me and then kissed me on the cheek. 

Me: "Mom, are you REALLY grateful?"

Mom: "Of course I am sweetheart...why do you ask?"

Me: "Well, I was just thinking, if you were REALLY grateful, you would've done this."

With that, I grabbed mom by the ears and gently but firmly kissed her ruby lips. My tongue just lightly tapped her teeth.

Mom immediately broke away and got to her lovely bare feet. She slapped me as hard as she could, then ran off and locked the door to her room.

Oops! The plan had hit a snag. Now to go to Plan B. Unfortunately, I had no Plan B. I guess I'd have to improvise.

I came to mom's room. The door was locked. Anything I did was a giant risk. Not really thinking it through, I knocked on the door. Mom told me to go away. I wasn't in the mood for giving up. The lock on the door was a simple indented button, so a toothpick would open it. I popped it open. 

I waltzed in triumphantly. Mom was on the bed and immediately put one hand across her jutting tits under that robe, the other covering her pussy. Now to Plan B, which I'd think of at any moment.

Me: "Mom, I'll be honest with you. I had hoped to get you into the sack after he left. Moreover, I wanted to have you unprotected 'down there' so that I had a chance of the ultimate: getting my own beautiful mother pregnant."

Mom: "You'd do that?!?! You'd put your despicable little cock into your own mother just to fulfill your sick fantasy of having an illicit hell child?"

In spite of the fact that I towered over her, at six foot two compared to her five foot two, mom was ready to fight and got up off the bed to slap me again. She hit me again and again till I grabbed her hands. God, she was strong, but I was even stronger.

Me: "Mom, don't pretend that you've been doing it with him or that you don't need it. Instead of an all-day fight, or me forcing myself on you, I will do this: first let me show you the 'despicable little cock' you referred to. Then my offer."

Out came my pride and joy. With the rough, uncut, oversized cockhead, it resembled a cobra. Mom gasped when she saw it. Her hands shook as she put them out to hold it; one hand cradled it like a ten inch long baby while the other hefted the hugely swollen testes, engorged to the point of bursting. 

Her hand weighed those swinging 'family jewels' again and again, apparently disbelieving that any man could be so well-hung.

Mom: "This is incredible...I feel like I'm holding a couple of navel oranges at the market. But this sausage, this long, beautiful, manly thing...I, I am speechless. When a man...and you ARE a man, ALL man...when a man has something of this size and power, he has the chance to bed any female he wants. 

Did I say chance? Hell, it's almost a duty. This thing (she lovingly caressed its length) was made to be dragged in and out, in and out, until your partner begs for more. Finally, you leave your 'calling card', an immense gusher of sperm-rich cum deep, deep, DEEP inside her."

Me: "Give me ten minutes. If I can convince you in ten minutes to love me, then we will go ahead. If I can NOT, then I will give it up. You can call your grisly old man, 9-1-1, or anyone you want. Just let me put that inside of you one time...just once."

Mom stood next to me and thought. Absent-mindedly, her hands explored the broadness of my shoulders, the swell of my biceps, and then squeezed my unit. She marveled at how well I was equipped. 

Suddenly, this became an obsession with her. Her demure soccer mom hand began a frenetic keyholing on my already stiff cock. My balls were so bloated they could have doubled as flotation devices.

Once again, she put one hand thru the opening of the gym shorts, cupping the old family jewels, while her other hand keyholed my giant cock. 

Mom: "My God, it's so big...so fucking big! Jimmy, you're HUGE! And those family jewels! So heavy, so very heavy...so swollen, sloshing with all of that cum. How many millions of sperm are swimming in them?"

Mom: "If you only knew how dry the tiny thing of your father was. Jimmy, I so much want to do this, but I'm your mother, damn it. I'm a married soccer mom, not some common slut or high school hottie. As much as I'd love to see what this gorgeous thing felt like, I just can't. Besides, all of this seed (she caressed my swollen testes) would surely make something grow if you planted it deep inside of me."

I now had three minutes of the ten minute window to impress mom. Dispensing with all foreplay, I just flipped open her green robe and draped her over a leather chair. 

My huge phallus would have to convince her and fast! Deliberately sawing with that rough-headed cock, I felt a lot of resistance. At the eight minute mark, there was even more resistance. 

I was done. If the rough uncut head of my cock dragging itself back and forth across the hypersensitive tissues of my mother's gateway to heaven didn't do it, then all was lost. I went to the ninth minute (out of ten) still diligently going in and out. 

Desperate, I pushed as deep as I could, brushing against her backwalls. At the same time, I lowered my head and let her pouting nipple brush lightly against my mouth. I suckled as I'd done as a babe. Then, just then, as the kitchen timer went off, so did MOM!!

Talk about beating the old buzzer, mom had the biggest orgasm I could imagine with my enormous cock lodged deep inside of her. She shuddered and shook, making a sound that was a blend of crying and moaning in ecstasy. She fell off of me, slippery and wet, her pussy's slavering lips having joined with me to give her more pleasure than she'd ever had. 

My gorgeous mother, with those Playmate-of-the-year boobs and Fox NEWS info-babe legs, had just had the big 'O' right at the deadline. I hoped it would be my turn now.

Mom: "Sweetheart; you were just joking about getting me pregnant, weren't you? I mean, at your tender age, did you really intend to knock me up, or anyone for that matter? It's okay...you can admit it. I just said this because we can do it without worry. Even if my diaphragm failed, I still have 'morning after' pills that will take care of anything."

Me: "That's good thinking on your part...or 'the old man's. Where ARE these pills, anyway?"

Mom got up off the bed and pulled them from the cabinet: 

A bottle of twenty of the so-called 'morning after' pills that could stop any early pregnancy even if taken days after the fact. 

Me: "Mom, bring those pills to the kitchen. I want to show you something."

Bare-butt naked, the two of us walked to the kitchen. My hard cock wasn't up; six inches long, it swayed back and forth as I walked. Mom's heavy breasts bounced and jiggled. 

I led mom over to the kitchen sink. 

Me: "Mom, I don't want to force you to do this, or anything. I do ask, beg, that you put all of those pills into the drain and turn on the disposal. That's all twenty of them. I do not want to pump my precious seed inside you only to have you kill it tomorrow."

Mom: "This is where I put my foot down. I am not going to dump them; I am not going to have my son's baby."

Well, I was NOT going to force her, but I was determined...BOY, was I determined!! I pinned my mom against the kitchen cabinet and rose up and down on my toes, rubbing my huge phallus against the tingling lips of her pussy. Her eyes closed, a tear came to her eye, and she got sopping wet and oven hot within seconds. She begged me to stop but I didn't 'buy it' for a second. 

Me: "Mom, I WANT YOU TO REMOVE THAT DIAPHRAGM. Then I am going to turn you around against the sink. With my ten inch cock, I am going to slide in and out of you for about ten minutes. By then, you should be shrieking in delight. When my uncut cockhead is deep inside you, I am going to unleash a tidal wave of love inside you." 

Me: "We shouldn't make more of it than it is: I just will be transferring what, a quart of thick liquid into your fertile womb. Without that diaphragm in the way, millions of my young, healthy, vibrant sperm will be injected deep inside you. If your calendar is right, you should be at your peak of fertility." 

Me: "God, I wish I could watch my eager guys, flagella waving, attacking that ovum until one, two, three or four worked their way in. My dreams would be realized; you'd be pregnant. Not knowing that at the time, of course, you'd still put those horrible 'morning after' pills into the disposal where they belong... Now, please start the process and remove that diaphragm..."

I turned away from my mom, not knowing what she'd do. To my delight, I could hear her turn away from me, reach in as she braced herself against the counter, and removed that wretched device. She handed it to me. 

The device itself was harmless but it represented a roadblock to my alpha maleness and becoming man-of-the-house. It represented 'him'. Enraged, I used every scrap of strength in my Mr. Universe arms to tear it apart before dumping it in the waste basket.

I put the pill bottle in her hand. I turned on the faucet and the quiet disposal. I spun her around so she was draped over the sink. I threw up her robe from behind. I inserted my gigantic baby-making tool into the fertile depths of my mother. In spite of her protests, mom was sopping wet and ready!!

I commenced making insanely passionate love to my mother. My hips were going so fast they were like a DVD running at 4X. Mom was moaning, begging me to stop but doing nothing whatever to pull away. She braced herself on the sink edge, one hand holding the sill while the other held that bottle of pills.

With each thrust of my hips, my cock went deeper, ever deeper, into the sensitive folds of my mother's sacred place. I tried to be sensitive and gentle, but I also was almost insane with desire. 

I put my hands on mom's trim waist for balance, my cock relentlessly plunging in all the way and then out until only the mushroom-shaped head was partially inside. We repeated this process for fully ten minutes. It was sheer bliss. I guess I was gentle enough too, because my mom had four earthshaking orgasms in spite of her being a little sore there.

At the end of each stroke, I found my long babymaker was in an unknown land. I didn't know what the bumps and alcoves in there were, but my big mushroom-shaped cockhead found this place where I could 'plug in'. I pressed mom against the sink counter, pushing that ten inch cock just far enough to get fully within that alcove. Then I kissed mom's neck tenderly as my cock swelled with power and manhood. 

From down below, my avocado sized testes compressed against my body and then propelled my potent seed with unbelievable force. My cum, unlike the two or three droplets of the old man, was teeming with sperm in the millions. These lively, vibrant young swimmers were injected like an industrial machine. 

As my swollen balls emptied, a huge volume of liquid was transferred into my mother's totally unprotected and fantastically fertile womb. In the dead silence of the kitchen, we could actually hear each blast of my mighty rod as the powerful spray hit the already thick translucent puddle of warm sperm. When we finished, my testes which had drooped to my knees, heavy with seed, were now empty. On the other hand, mom's fertile womb was awash in potent seed.

I finally finished. Gasping for breath, I stayed inside of her. Mom was gasping too. While I was cumming inside of her for what seemed like minutes, mom had raised her head off the sink counter. 

Almost on cue, she had looked upwards at the precise moment when I released my firestorm of cum and sperm. Her muted cry of passion let me know that she'd saved her best and biggest 'O' to join me. Our first act of love and our climax was simultaneous.

Shakily, she arose. She hadn't turned around. I was terrified that she had second thoughts; hell, she might even call the 'old man' or worse, 9-1-1.

Well, still looking away from me, mom opened that bottle of birth control 'morning after' pills and dumped them into the running water and hit the quiet disposal button. They were gone. My pathetic plan had succeeded somehow! 




The Best Laid Plans



My gorgeous mother had just accepted a copious amount of my baby-making seed. The evidence of that was abundantly clear as it oozed out of her sperm-filled pussy like so much shaving cream.

Mom slowly turned around. I was ecstatic that she had dumped those damn pills. We kissed passionately for several minutes.

Thereafter we made love constantly. Each day that 'the old man' was gone on his trips, we would do it several times. Even if one of us had to go out on errands, we would come home in the middle of the day for sex. Our record was ten times one Friday; our slowest day still meant we did it four times. 

We also did it in crazy places, from fitting rooms and restrooms to storage rooms. The craziest by far was when mom was on jury duty. She cell phoned me and met me in the men's bathroom at the courthouse. Things got so intense that when I noticed this clapped out commercial van (no rear windows) for $500, I bought it. 

Thereafter, I would often hook up with mom, providing her with a little 'afternoon delight'. She was so tickled when she took a brief break from shopping at the huge new mall with her friends; she snuck out to me in that van and I balled her for ten minutes. She staggered back to her friends at the food court, my sperm filling her womb as sort of a souvenir of the morning's entertainment.

It was poetic, or ironic, that the ladies next mall stop was the 'Baby Duds' store to buy a cute pregnancy get-up for one of their friends. As mom saw the top, showing "MOMMY + DADDY=BABY", she thought back to our wild little van escapade and wished she was getting that top. In a cosmic irony, at that exact moment a sperm covered ovum attached itself; my gorgeous mother had just conceived...

It wasn't long before my beautiful mom noticed her nipples were constantly erect. They also had changed color from dark pink to light brown. She knew enough to buy a home pregnancy test. I did the honors and was delighted to see that strip turn blue. I had done it: the ultimate, I had gotten my beloved supersexy mother pregnant.

On the day that mom's 'old man' was flying back home from that Asian junket, we got a call from our bank-card. It seems that he had charged $1,000 US in Bangkok at the 'Pleasure Man Palace' and they wanted us to confirm it. 

Mom immediately asked for a computer webpage to check his past charges. She saw to her horror where the 'losses' from her family's businesses (under his management) came from. All of the businesses were profitable; it was just that he had squandered funds overseas at very questionable locales.

Well, I wouldn't have missed it for the entire world. My mom was only five foot two but did yoga, jogging and even lifted weights. She was in incredible shape...one of the fittest women anywhere. Believe me; I FELT it when she slapped the hell out of me. For her size, she was strong as hell.

On the other hand, her pale, paunchy, overweight hubby was none of these things. So, as he nonchalantly wheeled his roller bag in from the airport limo, it was great to see my strong & healthy mother coil back and hit him a stupendous blow. POW!! He was out, and I mean for three hours. 

He got up, with only a couple of black eyes and a slightly displaced and broken nose. Mom verbally laid into him, dropping the 'D' word on him (divorce), the 'P' words on him (pregnancy, then another word to describe what he did in Thailand), and the 'S' word (settlement, as in all to her and none to him.)

Well, that was it. The shortest, clumsiest, most foolish plan in history; It had no prospects of working and was within moments of failure time after time. Yet, in the end, I wound up with the woman of my dreams, a beautiful house, her family's businesses, money back from his clutches, and an ever growing family. 

Mom never replaced those 'morning after' pills and chose to give birth. We were blessed with fraternal twins, both healthy. After that, she got pregnant for three straight years, always planning for delivery on the date she had divorced her 'old man'.

With five healthy babies on 'the scoreboard', we hoped for one final one to make an even half dozen. With our practical nurse attending the flock, we had gone to a married couples' getaway to finalize our family. We used the on-line check-in so we could grab a key and be in the room in minutes. Within ten minutes of pulling into the facility, mom and I were in a roiling hot tub, with hard cock in sopping pussy. 

After ten minutes of the most intense lovemaking ever, I pressed my mom against the green wall of the tub and exploded inside of her. My powerful jet of cum laden with sperm was actually more powerful than the water jets of that tub. Slowly coming down, our lips met as my hands sought out her pouting nipples. I lightly brushed across her sensitive puckering nips sending ripples of pleasure thru my gorgeous mother. 

I had just pumped an ocean of cum and sperm into mom's once again unprotected and incredibly fertile womb. Mom joked that we were splashing around in beer now. I wondered what she meant. Then I saw that all of the excess cum that escaped the lips of mom's pussy had floated to the surface, forming a thin foamy 'head' to the roiling warm tub waters.

In the aftermath, we remained in that hot tub, my erect cock still deep inside of her. Every few minutes it would swell up and pump even more baby batter into the darkest, deepest reaches of her baby machine. It was an even exchange, though; every time I guzzled some of mom's warm, sweet mother's milk, I had returned the favor with a copious spend of 'my own cream', deep inside her. 

We kissed intermittently as we watched the news. One of the lesser stories was from overseas. An American tourist was caught in a raid by the Thai police. The sex club had been closed before due to some indescribably nasty things they had provided to American and Euro 'sex tourists'. 

One of the men was caught in the crossfire during the bust. When they showed the picture of mom's old man, we were stunned. We looked at each other; for some reason we kissed and hugged. 

Even odder, and unknowable to us at the time, at the exact moment that she saw his picture on the screen, mom's precious ovum, bearing the flagella waving of three 'guests', attached itself to her inner walls. Mom had conceived again. I had made her pregnant for the last time with triplets. 

Here's to the best laid plans...



The Best Laid Plans



My new neighbour was very attractive and definitely interested. For the moment, you'll just have to take my word for both – and my word that the combination made the ploy viable. 

Opening the door, she was smiling faintly and the smile actually broadened slightly when I said: "I don't imagine your key would open my place?"

"I sincerely hope not," she replied, reaching behind her partially open door and producing a set of keys, "but here, have a try." She even traded me for the light bag of groceries so I could free both hands.

Of course it didn't. Handing the keys back, and taking back the bag, I said, "I expect that's a good thing. But I just haven't a clue what I did with mine."

"Why don't you come in for a minute? Give yourself the chance to look for them properly."

"Sure." I followed her inside, coaxed off my trainers then padded barefoot after her -- following her shapely tush as she crossed to the kitchen island. 

"Wine while you look?"

"Sure. Thanks." I placed the bag on the island and began to take out the contents one item at a time. Okay, she worked from a stand-up desk by the window. That's what I'd suspected. But it didn't explain the sheer amount of time she spent watching when I was in the parking lot. "I expect we'd meet eventually one day. But I'd rather it wasn't through my stupidity."

"As you say, it was bound to happen. Cheers." She maintained eye contact when we clinked glasses, hers twinkling faintly. The bag empty I turned it upside down and the only thing to drop out was the till receipt. Shrugging, she added," They'll turn up. I bet 10 bucks they're not far away."

"Don't bet money, please." I was checking the pockets of my hoody. "I was a dime short at the till as it was. I mean, I don't normally go out like this so everything's in my other slacks but it was just a few items so you know how it is." 

Turning out my pockets, with a frown, I peeled off the hoody and began to search it properly. Then laid the hoody beside the groceries and started on the pockets of my jogging pants.

She may've had a hint that I had come out commando (which I had, preparing deliberately and selecting my wardrobe carefully) because she wandered away to the desk and glanced out the window, sipping her wine. When she turned back, I could tell from her smile that she'd confirmed what she already knew. Oh hell, I'll make it simple. I'd left my keys on the roof of my car "accidently" and she'd been watching when I did it. Now I knew she knew and she knew I knew she knew, so I was just going through the motions when I dropped to one knee and began to search around the elastic 'in case the keys had dropped down that far', of course.

When I rose back to full height, it was who was going to blink first. The silence stretched and it was obvious from the faint smile that it wasn't going to be her. Why should she? l I hooked my thumbs in the thick elastic of the waistband. Then she lowered her glass an inch and said, "They might be caught in your tee, of course."

That was true, so I peeled that off first...shook it out, shrugged wryly and added it to the hoody and the groceries on the island. Then I hooked my thumbs again, and, when she said nothing, simply peeled them down...



She couldn't have kicked me harder in the balls if she'd actually applied the boot. "'Police please.'" 

I'd only just stepped out of the jogging pants, my head snapped up and I froze, horrified, still bent in a full stoop.

"'Yes, I believe there's a naked man in my condo...'"...she was speaking into her iPhone and made a sweeping gesture with her foot and I straightened up, both hands over my groin now...and when she made the gesture again, heart pounding, I kicked my pants toward her..."'No, I don't know who he is. I've only just come in and there are clothes all over my floor..."...she collected my jogging pants and tossed them outside on to the balcony, sliding the door closed and latching it, all the while making uh-huh noises, like she was agreeing with what was being said...then she faced me again and motioned for me to place both hands atop my head...

I did. Swallowing very very hard, believe me.

Only to have her turn the phone toward me and snap a photo. "Next time it'll be a real 911 call. Get down on your knees, facing me..." she was manipulating the phone ...sending the pic somewhere???! – shit!..."... keep those hands up on your head..."...there, just like that..." she snapped another photo...and she started working the phone again...she WAS sending the pic, somewhere...

The phone wasn't the only thing she was manipulating.

My mind only re-synched with the present part way through her sentence. "...Thank you. I bet the girls I'd get a CFNM scene with you inside a month and you've just won me 100 bucks..." Bitch!-she'd played me right from the start! "...nice cock, by the way. "

"Thank you." Damn. Her smile said, 'guys are so easy' – and of course I was, had been. I was even expressing gratitude now. 

But she'd just gone on. "...now if you behave yourself and do what you're told, the girls will blur the face when they post the pix..."

"Post?!"

"Yes, we all belong to this CFNM site. It's sort of CFNM – femdom...lie down on your back, head away from me...good...arch up so your balls are fully exposed..Higher..." I was on tiptoe at full stretch. That wrestling position where all your weight is on feet and neck. Looking under my arm I watched her drop to her haunches to snap off several pix. "Thank you. Relax."

It was a relief to lay back on the carpet and catch my breath. I realized, of course, that what had been mutual in the moments after she looked out the window had become a "scene", as she'd described it. A scene entirely under her control and direction. As though reading my mind, she smiled, looming over me now, slipping off her shoe and starting to roll my rock hard cock and taut balls with the ball of her bare foot...

I then realized it was the relentless pace that was the source of my unease. As a rule, the naked person in the room has control – or at least some control. Ask any stripper. Scoff if you like, in my experience it's true. You retreat to this state-outside-yourself, sort of, and for much of the time everyone else allows you to initiate activity. Okay, for some of the time and it may vary from person to person how much exactly but some at least. Not on this day. Not with her. She was a half-step ahead in thought and action. It was her scene, to use the term again. Her world. Her control. Utterly.

"Rules of the game," she was saying, then she dug her toes sharply into my balls – getting my immediate attention," are you listening?"...I managed to nod through the haze of my watery eyes..."...Good. Because I'm not going to repeat these so pay attention. The people I send pix and vids to I trust. They will not pass them on elsewhere. Understood? Say you understand."

"I understand." She was back to rolling my cock and balls gently under her foot. It was a relief...to know the pix wouldn't be floating about... well, also to have my throbbing cocks and balls being ministered to in such a pleasant manner...

"Any pix and vids that are posted will have the face blurred or otherwise unrecognizable. Unless you fail to take direction effectively. In that instance pix and vids with the face intact will be posted on a special private page within the website...the idea then being that any full female member will have the means to recognize you and exploit you for the purpose of continuing your training. Understood?" 

She had to coax me once more with her toes but I did understand and told her so and she went on, " Good. The actual rules are simple. I say, you do. Anything less and you'll be punished and posted – posted on the site that is...anything more and you'll be punished and posted." Her ministrations were fantastic. Very talented foot obviously. "Understood?"

"Yes." The sharp pain made me gasp, but subsided quickly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I understand." God, that felt good...when she did that little roll thing with her toes.

"Yes, I understand Ms Red."

"Yes, I understand Ms Red."

"Excellent. In a little while I'll paint bits of you red, it's a form of marking you as my property but for the most part if you do what I say, when I say, exactly what I say when I say we should get along famously. Now," her foot moved up to my face," there's pre-cumm all over my foot – open up and lick it clean. Come along, hurry up, it's not comfortable to stand on one foot. No no, leave your hands above your head, just open up, now – that's better, now start licking..."

My mouth was completely full, distended. I felt like it was her entire foot in my mouth and I had to work out how to make my tongue function, then I did and I was licking and it was hard to breathe and I realized when my eyes focused that she was over me, had rolled me about a quarter on one side and was now also using her other foot to tease my cock and balls again. And she was smiling, holding out her iPhone...taking a vid!? – this lady was my dream domme... and at that moment , with that thought, I lost control completely and felt the already welling wave of the orgasm hit with massive, shuddering richter-scale jolt....



The Best Laid Plans



I awoke to find myself chained to the floor on my hands and knees, the room was dark, and smelled musty, like sweat and mildew, the air was damp and cold, the floor hard concrete. I had been previously stripped of my clothes, I tried to force my eyes to adjust to the lack of light, and my mind to remember how I could have gotten to where I was presently at. My mind raced, I was at work, I closed up shop, I walked to my car, I drove home... But no, I didn't. I didn't even make it to my car, I was stopped. Who stopped me? A guy. Why did he stop me? Car trouble, no directions, he was lost. What did he look like? Short hair, long hair? What color was his hair? Fuck! I couldn't remember... But by now my eyes were adjusted well enough, I was alone in the room, there was a door to the left, with a short stair case before it, no windows, walls looked like concrete as well, must be a basement somewhere. But where? Was there a chance if I screamed out, that anyone would hear me? I couldn't hear any sounds coming in from without, so I doubted anyone would be able to hear me, even if we were in the middle of grand central station. There was one light bulb suspended from the ceiling directly above me. I looked around for anything else, there was nothing. 

I had often watched shows about real crime, how to avoid it, how to live through it. I had even played out scenarios in my head as to what I would do if caught in x-situation. I had played back and forth on if I was ever kidnapped to go along with the kidnapper/s, or to try to run every chance I got, to pretend that there was nothing they could do to me that I wouldn't enjoy. But now my brain would not function like it would when safely day-dreaming about all of this. Obviously I was naked for a purpose, either they were intending my lack of clothing to prevent me from attempting to run, or they were planning on raping me. Instantly I remembered what rape is all about, it's not about the sex, or the getting off, it's about power. The rapper needs to feel that level of power in order to get off, or feel better about themselves. So, if it's rape, do I take away that power? Do I moan, and cum, and beg them to fuck me, so that they don't get that rush? In theory I could do it, and I made up my mind then and there to do just that. Should it turn into rape, I would do my best to enjoy it, to picture it was just something kinky that my boyfriend and I were trying. What I failed to remember at that time was a little saying about the plans of men...

...

I had been watching her for weeks, wanting her. I didn't even know her name, but that had never mattered in the past. The urge was returning, now it was just a matter of the right opportunity. I followed her for weeks, making her routine mine. Then one night after she closed up I approached her in the parking lot, pretending I was lost, I stopped her and asked for directions, and as she peered down on my map, I firmly held the rag soaked in chloroform over her mouth and nose until she went limp in my arms. I bound her tightly and placed her gently in the trunk of my car. I drove to the warehouse, and unloaded my precious cargo. I undressed her, admiring her body, touching every inch of it gently before binding her to the floor like so many others. And then I turned off the lights, and went upstairs. It was only a matter of time now. 

I let a few hours pass, long enough for her to wake up, I changed into all black to better blend in, and grabbed the food I had brought with me, and a flash light and headed back down stairs to her.

...

It wasn't long before the door opened, and a bright light was shown in my face, I assumed to keep the identity of the person behind it from me. I decided now would be the time to act, and against my better judgment I pleaded through tears;

"Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, just please let me go!"

I got no response from my captor, just a plate of food placed below my head. This threw me for a loop, rapists and kidnapers are not supposed to buy you dinner! And besides, food was the last thing on my mind.

"Please, I'm not hungry, just please let me go..."

The plate was removed, and he left me again. As he shut the door, I heard it lock behind him. I let my brain wonder what it was he wanted, since it didn't happen like I thought it was going to... It wasn't long before he came back down. This time I held my tongue, in the hopes that my silence would force him to speak. If it worked I'll never know, but when he did come back down, the light that he had been shinning was off, and he sat directly in front of me. He looked to be in his mid twenties, in good shape, dark eyes, light skin, and dark hair. He looked nice, like a person I would have dated.

"I'm sorry for the conditions you have found yourself in, but unfortunately it's necessary. My name is Mark, what's yours?"

"Tammy." I said, and again I pleaded, "Please, Mark, let me go home."

"No, I can't do that, not yet."

"Why did you do this to me?" I asked.

"Because I want to have sex with you. And I find I enjoy it more this way." He casually replied as he stood up, and unzipped his pants. 

Obviously he was not worried about me telling the police about this, I could give an excellent description of him, and knew his name. And yet he had balls, because apparently he was still going to rape me. And that's when the fear took hold. I started to whimper, and squirm in my bondage in feeble attempts to escape. With his pants down around his ankles, and his cock rock hard, he took me by the face, and pushed his cock to my mouth. I clamped shut as tight as I could.

"Now, now Tammy, we don't want to do this the hard way, now do we? Just open up, and kiss it a bit, you might find you enjoy it." He sneered as he pried my mouth open with his fingers, and shoved his cock into my mouth. 

Pushing in and out, he held onto the back of my head, and started to moan.

"That's it baby, oooooo yea, suck it nice and slow for me." 

His pace continued and his breathing was labored, but practiced. Almost as if he was holding off to prolong the enjoyment of it.

"Alright, I think that's wet enough." He said as he withdrew from my mouth, and moved behind me. He grabbed my hair by the roots, and slid inside of my exposed sex. Slowly at first, but then more rapid, and violent.

"You are fun. I knew you would be. You like that big fat cock inside you baby? I know you do." He said as he picked up pace, and I despite my fear, and anxiety started to rock back and forth on his dick, moaning, on the brink of an orgasm. 

"See, this way can be fun too. Wanna see something I really like?" He said with a sadistic tone, and before I could respond, he pulled his manhood out of my pussy, and shoved it deep in my tight virgin bowels. I screamed, and yelpt, but he didn't seem to notice my discomfort. And just as I was getting used to the feeling, and started to enjoy it he said;

"Want me to go hard on you, you do, don't you?"

And he began to pull almost all the way out, and then slam back all the way in, hard and fast, "Oh yea, you're gonna finish me off with your mouth. Get ready for it!" He growled as he pounded me harder and harder, before he pulled out, and grabbing my hair again, yanking my head up, and gagging me with his cock.

"That's it baby, take it all... Get ready for it... Here, it, comes!!" He shouted as he shot stream after stream of hot sperm down my throat. And without conscious thought I swallowed every last bit of it. 

When he was finished, he left his cock fall out of my mouth.

"There, I knew you'd be fun." He said as he pulled his pants back on, and turned to walk up the steps. Calling after him I said;

"Wait, when will you be back?"

He did not answer me, but I knew as much as he did, that I was his, I liked it, I wanted it, maybe a part of me had always wanted what he had just done, and now I was craving it again...



The Best Laid Plans of Elves & Men



The rain had stopped. For four days there had been nothing but bleak skies and a slow, steady drizzle. In that miserable weather Wilfed had travelled up the Mourn River across the borderlands between Trimbledale and the Kingdom of the Elves. Everything on the river boat had gotten thoroughly soaked, all except for his letter of introduction. He had kept that dry in a sealed ivory scroll case. 

As they came into view of the city of Dewa the clouds began to break. The small grey clouds clung to the palaces' upper spires began to vanish. The sun broke through the clouds as they arrived at the docks. As they unloaded the boat the sun began drying the clothes that clung to him. In an hour everything smelled fragrant and delicious, and everything looked clean and bright. He thanked the captain and prepared to go on his way.

"It was quite a journey," said the captain, he was an older half-elf who had plied his trade on this river for well over a century. "Well at least you got the sun here at the city. I reckon that will make your mission more pleasant."

"I'm sure it will," said Wilfed, "Though it does figure."

"What does?"

"That the sun would shine here; elves do everything perfectly, even the weather."

"Ho, ho," the captain chortled. "Now just wait 'til you see, they do more things as an art than you could ever imagine. Aye, it does take some getting used to, even for me."

They parted and Wilfed walked from the docks to the city. Dewa was the main port of the Kingdom of the Elves. All of the noble houses of elves and several great trade houses of the other races had a presence there. The elves conducted diplomacy from Dewa as well. The capital was far away, but the king never received messengers from the outside world at his court. Except on ceremonial occasions, only the circle of advisors ever saw King Azurstal. For an outsider the only way to get the king's approval for a proposal was to go through a lengthy chain of intermediaries. Going through the process could take a decade; a blink of an eye to the elves, but an eternity to humans.

Wilfed didn't have a decade; he barely had a month. His proposal was of utmost urgency and it required the approval of the king. The situation had seemed hopeless until an old family servant had reminded him that his great grandfather had known a noble elf woman, Lady Sindra of the house Mystal. Mystal was a great house and Wilfed made his case in the council of war that they must have had some rapport with the royal family. Lady Mystal had lived in Dewa a century ago, maybe she was still there and if she was maybe she could help. The council had thought the plan was preposterous, but no one had another, so Wilfed was sent.

The Elvish city was different than any other city Wilfed had seen. Elves did not live in trees, as Wilfed had once thought, but in magnificent palaces. The city was filled with palaces with long yards which were set on broad streets paved with white stone. Throughout the city there were plazas with ornately carved fountains and statues of great elves. The buildings did not hug one another as they did in human cities. Instead sunlight shone through even on the streets. There were no slums, no beggars or any sign of poverty. Even the docks were orderly, and the dock workers were burly, by elven standards, but they were not menacing and sullen. There were stately arcades with porticoes which held neat little shops and smart taverns, but no marketplaces ringing with the cacophony of a thousand voices and little but junk for sale and no filthy brothels with madams outside slyly propositioning young men.

He found his way to the palace of house Mystal with the aid of some passers-by. It was a gorgeous chateau of pink marble which rose up to a forest of soaring chimneys on the roof. The large oak door was carved with a scene of unicorns in the woods. The heavy brass knocker was held in the mouth of a unicorn; Wilfed raised then dropped it. The sound was deafening. In a few seconds the door swung open and an older elf emerged. He wore a red velvet coat with an insignia of two unicorns on his chest.

"May I help you?" he asked. His voice creaked from age, but he managed to sound polished and differential.

"I am Baron Wilfed von Esten," he said and bowed stiffly. "I am here to see Lady Mystal on a matter of utmost importance. I have with me my credentials and a letter of introduction," he said. He presented his scroll case and opened it to show the elf two scrolls with the seal of King Kronning III.

"Baron von Esten, you said?" he asked as he cocked his head slightly. A faint smile played on his lips.

"Yes."

"I shall inform her ladyship of your arrival at once," he said and then bowed deeply. "Welcome to the Dewa palace of house Mystal." The elf led him through the foyer into a spacious hall. At the center of the room was a large wooden table. It was intricately carved with a leaf pattern, like a forest floor thought Winfed. Three younger elves rose to attention in front of the table as the men entered. They were dressed in the same livery as the older elf. That elf bade Wilfed sit as he addressed the others, "This is Baron von Esten. See to his needs as I fetch Lady Mystal."

Baron Wilfed took his seat and looked around at the hall. It was magnificent. The walls were paneled with a rich, deep cherry wood. Half pillars were spaced at regular intervals against the paneling, each carved in a likeness of an elvish lord. Wilfed guessed that they represented the forbearers of house Mystal. The ceiling soared above into hammer beam supports made of a lighter colored wood. The floor was made of rich lacquered planks set in a parquet pattern. Wilfed thought that this was the elf's way of bringing the forest to them in the city, despite being so large the room was rich and warm and felt almost alive. 

As Wilfed looked about he noticed the footmen had dropped their rigid pose and were all staring at him. One of them spoke after a few moments, "You must be a man of great importance."

"I shouldn't think so; I'm just an ambassador," Wilfed replied. He was a baron as well, but that was hardly an exalted title among elves or men. Many of King Kronning's council had wanted to send a man with at least the rank of count with him. That proved to be impossible. The counts and dukes were needed to muster their knights and to form a strategy. It was decided that the success of this mission would have to rely upon Wilfed's ability rather than on his title.

"How strange," said the same elf. "Normally one of us would have been sent. Aronstad is in charge of all the household servants. He doesn't announce visitors, unless they are of great importance and he never announces anyone to Lady Mystal. Her ladyship's secretary receives ambassadors, not her ladyship."

"Perhaps he's heard of our mission," said Wilfed. "We need to move troops through the elven land for the safety of the world."

"Maybe that's it," said the elf, though he sounded doubtful.

They sat in silence for a few minutes; then the door on the far side of the hall opened and an elf-woman walked in. From the miniature the servant had shown him he knew that this was Lady Mystal. She was pretty, just like in the miniature, with violet eyes and honey colored hair which she wore in a braid. She stopped just as she got through the door and smiled brightly. Wilfed felt his pulse quicken when he saw that smile. "Bransy?" she asked.

"I am Baron Wilfed von Estal, my lady" he answered as he stood up and bowed, stiffly.

"Oh, of course," she said quickly. "I am Lady Sindra of Mystal," she said and bowed slightly. "Please forgive my informality, but was Lord Bransor von Estal your father?"

"He was my great grandfather."

"How the years fly," Lady Mystal said softly as her smile turned sad. "I knew your great-grandfather," she continued. "We were," she paused, "Close friends."

"He died before I was born. When I was a child my grandfather showed me a miniature of you. He said it was his father's most prized possession."

The family resemblance was there, thought Sindra. At a glance you might have thought this man was Bransor. He had the same mannerism. It was most apparent when he talked, he had the same direct hand gestures and the same direct gaze. Maybe he was like his great-grandfather in other ways as well. Maybe she would find out.

"I'm flattered to hear you say that. I have also kept my miniature of your great-grandfather," she said. Her smile brightened again and again her eyes flashed. "My servant said that your business is urgent. Could it wait for this evening? I have a million things to do today, but I'll be free tonight."

"That is most acceptable," replied Wilfed as he nodded. That was much sooner than he had expected.

They had set a time. Lady Mystal thought it would be most convenient to meet over dinner. Wilfed knew no one else in Dewa, so he readily agreed. Lady Mystal instructed one of her footmen to show Wilfed the city. The footman talked at length about the architecture and histories of the various palaces and temples. There were dozens of them each with its own story. Wilfed paid close attention; he knew that information gleaned here could provide insights into elven history and character, subjects on which his knowledge was sorely lacking. These in turn could provide helpful in negotiations. The footman didn't seem interested in his own lecture, though. He seemed more interested in Wilfed. The whole time he watched Wilfed closely. He didn't seem suspicious, but he did hang on Wilfed's every word and closely observe his every action. Wilfed tried to hide his discomfiture.

Late in the afternoon, after having seen the city, Wilfed was shown to a spacious chamber with a drawn bath. The elves were subtle, he thought as he looked about the room while sitting in the white porcelain tub. Often human lords had ostentatious displays in every room. Wilfed's own manor had centuries of accumulated artwork covering every inch of the walls. The elves seemed to find joy in the simplicity of bare walls, with slight accents. There was some stenciling on the upper walls near the ceiling, a couple portraits and violet curtains. When the war was over Wilfed resolved to change his own baronial halls to be more like this. 

The violet curtains were the same shade as Lady Mystal's eyes, Wilfed thought. He had found his thoughts drifting to Lady Mystal throughout the day. Was he smitten? Even in their brief interview there was something about her that had struck Wilfed. He had seen elf women before. They were pretty, though their lithe figures were too boyish for Wilfed. Lady Mystal was more developed than most, but there was something more than just her figure. She was bewitching. Wilfed kept thinking about those eyes, that hair, and her skin. He reminded himself that he needed to be cautious. He could hardly negotiate effectively if he was falling in love with her.

He read through his dispatches throughout the day. They were still soggy and the ink on them had smeared. He went over his mission and formulated his appeal in his mind. He'd have to deliver it to her; he felt happy and nervous. In the evening a pair of footmen summoned him from his room and led him to Lady Mystal's ante chamber. Lady Mystal was sitting at the table waiting for him. She rose as the footman announced him and she smiled as he entered. Wilfed thought that he had never seen a more beautiful woman. She was radiant. She wore no jewels, her long hair hung loose and had on a simple violet silk dress. Even in such simple attire she seemed to glitter. 

Sindra felt like the simple woodland elf girl she had been a century ago; breathless and full of dreams. She knew she shouldn't expect a man to be identical to his ancestor, but after seeing him and hearing him talk she couldn't help but think of him all day; confusing this one in her daydreams with Bransy. She had given her footman strict orders to give her a detailed report of everything this Lord von Esten did. She listened patiently as he reported back to her at evening betraying no emotion. In fact she felt as though she was fifty again, gossiping with her friends over boys. She wanted to giggle with every question she asked and to squeal with delight over everything he told her. Everything Wilfed did seemed so manly. Now he was across the table from her. He was handsome she thought as she slyly checked out his features. She invited him to eat. 

The table was small. This was Sindra's private table. She often dined here alone when there were no banquets or balls that she needed to attend. She had the table dressed simply with a plain white cloth and some green glazed plates and platters. Those were overflowing with all manners of fruits and cheeses. Lady Mystal had made sure both their goblets were filled with dark ruby wine. It was the finest reserve from the Mystal estates.

They made small talk for a few minute. His voice was different than Bransy's, and the human language had evolved in the past century. Humans were like that, quick, adaptable, always changing. Even so, Sindra enjoyed listening to him talk. She wished that they could just talk all night and continue with business another day, but she knew humans are direct creatures. They didn't have the patience to deal with the elaborate social custom of elves or evenings of idle chatter. She broached the subject directly and said, "So tell me of your mission."

Wilfed put down his goblet and stared straight at Lady Mystal as he spoke. "We face a grave crisis in the human lands. The Necromancer of Azbug seeks to extend his domain at our expense. His forces are vast and filled with all sorts of nameless horrors. They are advancing on the city of Mogul. Though Mogul is a walled, its population is large, and it doesn't have the resources to withstand a prolonged siege. If Mogul collapses the western lands are likely to fall which would leave Lord Abzug free to move south into your lands; however all is not lost. We have evidence that the dark lord has overextended himself. If we were allowed lead a small army through the Black Woods we could overrun his stronghold in Duneastem, gain control over the routes through the Dismal Hills and leave him without the means to supply his forces. That would force him to retreat while we reinforce our strongholds and prepare our own counter attack. It's a risky plan, I know, but it seems like our best option. We need the permission of King Azurstal to move our forces through his land."

Though she still smiled, Sindra felt her melancholy mood return. The passion this man had was overwhelming. He was just like Bransy; all man, brave, bold, and cunning. The way he took charge, and the way he spoke with such force made her feel flush. She had missed having a human lover, she had missed it more than she had realized; but they couldn't be lovers. No matter how much she desired him she realized that she was just a tool for him.

"And you would like me to ask my husband to suggest this to the king," she said.

"Your husband?" he asked. He sounded puzzled.

"Yes, didn't you know?" she cocked her head and looked at him directly from one eye, "My husband is a favorite of the King Azurstal."

"No, I didn't know," he paused, "By favorite you mean..."

"Yes," she replied before he could continue. He turned bright red and looked down. His great grandfather had done the same when Sindra had told him about her husband. Most humans were embarrassed by the proclivities of male elves. "I've been very lonely for over a century."

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you," he said quickly. Wilfed felt deeply ashamed and wanted to leave. He didn't stand, though, he reminded himself that his duty came first.

"Think nothing of it," said Lady Mystal as she waved her hand. "I'm hardly the only elf-woman who has been abandoned by her husband; but if you weren't seeking my husband's help why did you come here?"

"We are desperate. There isn't much time. You were the only contact with a Great House," he replied.

"Any great house?" she repeated. "I had thought you were bold before. I could have been anything. I could have been out of favor with the King. I could have been a pariah among the other great houses. I could have hated humans, many elves do."

"I know all that, we discussed this thoroughly in council. We are desperate and you were our only hope."

Such a human, she thought as a pejorative, the way elves usually used the term. Sindra had told her daughter to quit behaving like a human when the child would misbehave. Sindra was about to shake her head in disbelief, but stopped herself. Behaving as a proper elf with caution, patience and grace had only left her lonely. Here this strange wonderful man was before her; so far from being an elf. She had been just about to dismiss him for not pursuing the ideals which had made her miserable. She smiled at her own foolishness and said, "Tell me, Baron, are you this bold when dealing with women?"

"Sometimes," he replied; though he wasn't usually in the presence of great ladies. Tavern wenches hardly required indomitable courage.

"Then why are you so nervous with me?" she asked as she leaned forward revealing the upper portion of her breasts.

"You elves do everything so perfectly and with such art that I'm bewildered by everything here."

"Bewildered?" she repeated with some amusement. He seemed more confident than his protests indicated.

"Everything is confusing here. You elves have a thousand different subtle gestures that seem to convey intricate meaning that I could never begin to guess at. If a human woman spoke as you do I'd think that she desired me." He stopped, again embarrassed, as he realized that he had said too much.

"And you think that I am different?" This was going better than she could have imagined.

"I don't know..." he stammered.

"What if one of your own women looked at you like this?" Lady Mystal asked as she slowly ran her eyes down his body. Winfed gulped and suddenly felt very warm. "Come now," she continued, "I'm a creature of flesh and blood, just like you." She stood up and took him by the hand. He stood up and stared into her eyes for a moment then he kissed her voraciously.

Sindra bent back, delighted to be held in his strong arms. She felt treasured. This is what she had dreamed of across the years. Was it shameful to make love to your lover's great grandson? Lady Mystal dismissed the thought as quickly as it entered her mind. His lips, his hands simply felt too wonderful for her to dwell on such trivialities. There were elves who thought it was perverted to make love to a human at all and regarded it as a sort of bestiality. They didn't know what they were missing. She felt alive as his insistent mouth explored hers. She pulled back in a moment out of breath and stared deep into those gorgeous eyes. She wanted him, now. She took his hand and led him to her interior chambers.

Wilfed felt his heart race as he entered Lady Mystal's chambers. She had a room fit for a princess, he thought vaguely as he gazed over the whte canopied bed, but had no more time for thought as the elf woman spun to the ground and fell to her knees in a simple, graceful motion. She looked up at Wilfed with a pleading gaze as her hands reached around his ass and slid his pantaloons down. His erection sprang out and she smiled with delight.

The generations had been kind to the house von Estan thought Sindra. If anything he was even larger than his great grandfather. She deftly took his cock in her mouth, playing with the head, licking it and then engulfing it with her mouth, while her hands worked up and down the shaft. It had been nearly a century since she had made love to any man, but her natural elven grace made up for the absent years. 

The elves had so many arts, Wilfed reflected, more than he ever imagined. He was amazed by her skill at cock sucking. He ran his fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down. She'd stop from time to time to give the head of his cock a soft lick as she stared up at him. He'd shiver in delight at that. He found himself softly moaning in delight as the soft warm wetness of her mouth descended again. Her gentle suction and her deft doll like hands upon his shaft were too much for him. He came with a grunt and shot his seed deep within her mouth. To his delight she gleefully swallowed every drop of his spunk, keeping his cock in her mouth until it grew soft and fell out.




The Best Laid Plans of Elves & Men



"That was magnificent," he said as he gave her a hand to help her up. "Should I do the same to you?"

She answered with a sly smile and a wink. Then she turned around and motioned him to unfasten her gown. She wiggled her hips in excitement as she felt his hands fumble against the buttons. The gown cascaded down her hips into a puddle on the floor. She had not worn foundation garments; clearly she had prepared for the night's activities. Wilfed reveled in the site of her taught ass then her pert breasts and sparse blonde hair on her nether regions as she turned around. She looked like a young girl, though she was hundreds of years older than he was. Wilfed picked her up and carried her to the bed, then hastily removed his own clothes before he joined her. He felt his eyes upon him as he removed his shirts. He could tell she liked what he saw, as her nipples grew harder. He moved up above her and flicked his tongue across those nipples. He felt her shiver. His mouth worshipped her breasts and he reached down and placed his hand upon her lower regions. His fingers began working their magic on her cunt.

There may be an elvish trick to retain a lady-like composure in the throes of passion. If there was Sindra didn't want to know it. She moaned with delight as Wilfed strong hands splayed her most secret recesses and as his tongue and lips bathed her stiff, aching nipples. It felt as if flames were running from her sensitive nipples to her womanhood and from there into her brain. He was amazing. She forgot entirely about his ancestor, or her husband, or any other man she had ever desired and became lost in the delirium of her lust. The anticipation overwhelmed her as he breathed a trail of fiery kisses from her breasts, down her stomach and to her nether regions. She began to scream in earnest as he started working his tongue over her moist groove. He gave it a gentle lick, then another, and then began working his lips and his tongue across the apex of her womanhood. The pleasure overwhelmed Sindra. Soon she shuddered and gasped out her own orgasm.

"You are marvelous," said Lady Mystal. Her eyes were closed in bliss as she lay sprawled across the bed.

"You are spectacular yourself," said Wilfed as he moved up next to her. She smelled fresh, like a wildflower. They kissed, slowly at first, but then with building passion. Wilfed felt himself growing rigid.

Sindra smiled as she felt Wilfed's hardening manhood upon her thigh. She reached down and began to gently stroke it. She saw a look of pleasure crossed his face as she opened her eyes. He got up and entered her with a long smooth stroke. It was marvelous staring into those eyes as he entered her, her husband had always wanted to take her from behind. This way she felt they were connected in the moment. Even though Wilfed was big, she was soaked with love juice and he easily plowed into her tight, willing vagina. She felt completely full. Wilfed was like a beast, snorting and bellowing as he drove into her. Sindra ground her hips trapping his manhood deep within her. They moved together as one for several minutes. Everything about the encounter was filled with such a powerful erotic charge that soon Wilfed tensed up and groaned as he shot deep within her. She shuddered and gasped as she felt his penis quiver and raised her legs to draw him deeper into her.

Wilfed collapsed, exhausted on the bed. Sindra crawled up next to him, and snuggled against his chest. This was, to her, the best part of sex. Her husband would leave her immediately when he finished and go to his own chambers. This man stayed with her, gently stroked her hair and whispered her name. It was wonderful, this one she wouldn't let go. She had tried to be a model of discretion with his great grandfather, but that had gotten her nothing. She'd live openly with him. They'd do this every day. His retainers would even call her "Baroness." Maybe they'd even have children, a half-brother for her daughter.

Such a lovely daydream, she thought. "That was marvelous," she said. "I would be delighted to send my husband a messenger at once."

"You don't need to," said Wilfed. He had felt so wonderful with her; the ugly thought of her husband spoiled the moment.

"What's the use of having such a husband then?" asked Sindra. "Besides your course is just and I think that you will succeed. You are indeed bold and... masculine," she raised herself a little and gave him a little smile. He responded with a quick kiss. Sindra felt as if she were in Arborea.



The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Women



It was dark as she entered the room. He had been asleep for several hours and she could hear his rhythmic breathing. She moved to the window and drew back the curtain. Moonlight drifted across the room and fell onto the bed. She turned and could see the moonlight had reviled his partially nude body on the bed. Her heart started beating faster as she began to put her plan into motion.

She had seen him at several parties given by her best friend Ruth but they never had been formally introduced. But from the first time she had seen him across the room her desire to meet him had grown. He was a head taller than her and very well built. It appeared he worked out and took care of his overall appearance. She was especially drawn to his brown eyes and bright smile. He was definitely someone she wanted to know intimately. 

Her plan involved having Ruth invite him to a late night party and convince him to spend the night in the guest room. Once that was accomplished she would do the rest. The plan had worked to perfection. He came to the party, had a few drinks, and fell asleep in the guest bedroom.

She slipped to the edge of the bed and quietly removed her dress. She let it fall at the foot of the bed. Her blouse quickly followed leaving her in nothing but her thong and bra. Her breasts were beating so fast she was afraid it would wake him before she was ready. She removed her bra and thong and slowly crawled into bed with him. Although she didn't consider her breasts to be very large, men seemed to take an interest in them whenever she wore a tight fitting blouse. At this moment her nipples were as hard as they had ever been and all she longed for him to gently squeeze them. 

She sat quietly beside him staring at his tight fitting briefs. She couldn't make out just how big he was as his bulge wasn't totally visible in the moonlight. She finally found the courage to place her hand on his bulge. As she did he stirred just enough to startle her. She jerked her hand away and looked to see if she had wakened him. No, he was still breathing steadily. She let out a soft sigh of relief and went back to her previous attempt.

This time as she laid her hand on his briefs he didn't budge. She didn't move her hand at all but left it in place. She could feel the heat from his body and the gentle firmness of his manhood under the cloth. Her excitement was almost more than she could control. She took several deep breaths and tried to calm herself. She had touched a man before but this was different somehow. 

As she started to slowly move her hand in tiny circles on his bulge she could feel it getting bigger. She noticed it was also getting noticeably harder the more she rubbed. Suddenly she realized she had been rubbing her breast with her free hand. She smiled and thought "what the heck. If it feels good, go for it." She continued to rub herself in time with rubbing him. 

Soon his manhood started to appear above the top of his underwear. The light seemed to accent it in contrast to his briefs. Her head was spinning at the thought of holding all of it in her hand. She felt bolder and decided to try to free it from its bondage. She slowly placed her fingers under the band of his brief and started to slide them down. He stirred but remained in a position which allowed her to get them down below his knees. Now, even with the little light in the room, she could she all of him. 

She had always been shy about what to call men's genitals. She did, however, like the words "cock" or "dick" or even "prick" to describe the penis. She just liked how they seemed to spring from her mouth, plus it seemed so, "dirty". She and her girlfriends used to laugh when one of them used these words. So when she looked at him again she thought to herself, "I truly want that cock. I want to hold it, play with it, kiss it, suck it, and feel it inside me!" She shuttered at the thought of him inside her.

She laid down beside him with her head just inches away from his manhood. She leaned over and gently blew a stream of her hot breath across on his firm member. He stirred a little as she proceeded to gently blow up and down his shaft. She eased herself closer and, taking a deep breath, leaned over him and placed her tongue on his balls. She began to lick the entire sack trying to be as gentle as possible. She thought she heard a moan come from somewhere in the night but all her thoughts were of him and nothing else.

She continued licking his balls and, from time to time, would take one in her mouth and gently suck on it. He tasted so good. She could feel the excitement building even more inside her. Moving up his shaft with her tongue she could almost taste the firmness. She loved how it responded to her touch. At the tip she moved her tongue and lips in small circles around it. She desired to have it in her mouth. She positioned herself for a better angle and slowly eased her mouth down his shaft. Just a little at first, then a little more. She thought her heart was going to jump out of her chest. The excitement of knowing she was sucking on his cock was almost more than she could handle. She moved her head up and down in a slow motion and made sure her lips were wrapped tightly around him. She could feel him sliding in and out of her wet lips and bumping the roof of her mouth. She was amazed at how hard it had become since putting it in her mouth. 

She had lost track of whether or not he was still sleeping. When his hand suddenly moved down her arm she almost jumped out of the bed. Without saying a word he guided her into a position where her butt was near his face and she was still on top of him with his cock in her mouth. She quickly got over her initial shock and continued to suck on his dick. 

In the back of her mind her thoughts suddenly shifted to his hands. He was moving her ass closer toward his face. Even though the room was dimly lit she knew he could now she her pussy. She also could tell she was very wet from excitement. She didn't care, she just wanted him - all of him.

She continued to suck on his firm cock, her head slowly moving up and down. She wanted this to last and for him to stay hard for as long as possible. Suddenly she felt his hot breath on her wet pussy lips. She shifted her position to allow him a better view and to be closer to her. She jumped a little when his tongue touched her leg. He moved it up her soft inner thigh toward her pussy. She could hardly wait for it to reach its goal. But before he got there he moved to her other thigh and softly kissed downward. Damn him, she wanted him to take her. She knew her pussy was getting wetter the more he teased her. He again moved up her thigh and toward her bush. He moved his lips and tongue through the small patch of hair she had just above her pussy. 

She moved her mouth even faster on his dick as she became more and more excited by his touch. He placed his tongue on her pussy lips and slowly licked them in an up and down motion. After some time she started to move her hips so his tongue moved everywhere over her lips. She found it difficult to concentrate on sucking his dick with him playing with her pussy. "Damn he felt so good" she sighed. 

She tried several times to take all of his cock into her mouth. He didn't seem that long but his dick was larger around than she had seen before. Every time she would try to get all of it, it would hit the back of her throat and she would start to gag. But she said she was not going to give up, she tried again. She noticed that each time she put his dick further into her mouth he moaned a little louder. She smiled at the thought of driving him crazy with her mouth just as he was driving her crazy with his.

Her attention to his cock was distracted when she felt his tongue on that tender area of skin just below her pussy near her butthole. He was moving in tiny circles on the skin which tickled but did, she had to admit, feel good. He would move from there slowly up between her pussy lips stopping at her clit. Several times she almost bit his dick from the excitement she was feeling. 

She moved faster up and down his cock, pausing only when she had most of it in her mouth. His cock was wet from her mouth and slid with ease in and out of her lips. She knew he probably couldn't take much more before he exploded.

It was then she felt his finger circling her asshole. She had never tried anal sex and wasn't sure she wanted to at all. "He was simply running his wet finger over and around my ass" she told herself. And it did give her an odd sensation. She loved he had his face and lips all over her pussy. His finger teasing her asshole was simply adding to her pleasure, so why stop. She moved her body downward pressing her wet pussy more into his face. He didn't have to move his mouth or his finger. He only had to hold his finger in one spot over her butt, she caused it to circle her tight little butthole as she moved her entire body. It also caused her pussy to rub back and forth over his lips and tongue. She controlled the action and felt in full control. 

She knew she couldn't endure this excitement much longer before she pasted out. She shifted her body so she was sitting up on his stomach facing his feet. His hard wet cock stood between her legs. She moved her hands slowly up and down the shaft longing to take him in her. She raised her body and slowly eased his dick into her pussy. His cock met with no resistance as both her pussy and his cock were wet with excitement. They both moaned almost at the same time as his cock entered her. He filled her like no man had ever done. She was ecstatic with pleasure. 

He laid perfectly still as she moved up and down on his dick. She vaguely felt his hands as they slid across her back down to her ass. When his hands reached her ass he squeezed her cheeks as she rose off of him. She rode his dick until she almost fainted. 

She changed her position by moving forward onto her knees. Doggy style had always been her favorite position. She dropped her head down and raised her ass up in the air inviting his cock to enter her again. He moved slowly as if he was enjoying the view. She was having a hard time catching her breath due to the excitement she was feeling. She finally felt his hard cock rubbing her pussy lips. She wanted him to enter her - NOW - her pussy was so wet she couldn't wait much longer.

He eased his cock into her and let it stay motionless for a few seconds. She couldn't wait. She lunged backwards onto his dick driving it deep into her pussy. She almost screamed with pleasure. Shit, he felt so damn good. He remained motionless as she rocked back and forth on his dick. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me!" she said. She already had two orgasms and was heading for a third when she felt his wet finger circling her asshole. The sensation of his touch there was more than she could take, as her whole body shook from excitement. "Fuck! Fuck!" was all she could say in between breaths. The third orgasm came quickly after that. 

She kept rocking back and forth on his still hard dick. He was more than even she had imagined. He moved his hand under her stomach and found her clit. He slowly started to rub it. "Oh baby, don't stop." she moaned. She felt his other hand on her butt and then his finger gently pushing on her asshole. At this point in time she didn't fight it at all. She was ready to feel the sensation of his finger entering her ass as he also rubbed her clit. She had never felt this good before. "Put it in baby, do it."

He eased his finger in a little and then back out. It didn't really hurt, it just felt "different". In fact, she was in such a state from his clit rubbing she didn't really mind at all. Her mind was swimming as he eased his finger past her tight little opening. Once in he stopped moving it. She found herself wanting him to move it in and out again. She didn't wait long before he did. "Holy fuck! Don't stop!" she gasped. Between his finger going in and out of her asshole and him rubbing her clit, she had yet another orgasm. This one was stronger than the others. She was fighting falling over onto the floor with exhaustion. 

He eased his finger out of her asshole and turned her so she was sitting on the floor. She was catching her breath when he stepped in front of her. She was facing his wet stiff cock. She looked up at him, he was half smiling down at her. "What do you want?" he asked. "I want your dick. I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock." was her response. "Open your mouth" he said. As she did he took a step forward and placed his cock into her mouth. "Don't move" he told her. She sat there looking up at him with his dick in her mouth. She closed her lips around his prick as he started moving his hips back and forth. His dick slid easily in and out of her mouth. She didn't move her head, she was letting him mouth fuck her. She could see this was exciting him as he moved his dick in and out. Once or twice he went all the way to the back of her throat causing her to gag, but she didn't care as she loved doing this for him. She didn't even mind when he placed his hands behind her head and squeezed her hair while fucking her mouth.

She put her hands on his ass cheeks which were rock hard from his straining while face fucking her. She pulled and squeezed his ass in rhythm with the movement of his dick. The faster she tugged his ass, the faster he fucked her. She moved her hand up to her mouth, pulled his dick from her lips, stuck her fingers in her mouth and moved them in and out of her mouth. As she removed her fingers she looked up at him and said, "Fuck this mouth baby, fuck it good!" She then placed his dick back in her mouth and her hands back on his ass. As he continued fucking her face she moved her wet fingers around to his asshole. She started to move her finger around his hole copying what he had done to her. She noticed as she did this he spread his legs so she had an easier time getting to his asshole.

As she rubbed his asshole he seemed to slow his motion of face fucking her. She placed her finger against his asshole and, as he had done to her, eased her finger into his hole. She thought his knees were going to give way as he let out a loud moan. "Oh fuck me...that feels great baby." she heard him say. She pushed her finger in as far as she could, then slowly pulled it back out. His dick seemed to get harder in her mouth as she did this. Once her finger was out she pushed it in again. And once more he moaned, "Shit baby, unbelievable!" She decided to see his reaction to two fingers. When she did she thought he was going to collapse. She had never seen a guy get this excited before. She then realized her pussy was wetter than she had ever felt it before. She was getting even more excited knowing what she was doing to him.

She started moving her fingers back and forth to the same rhythm as his dick. He was pushing his cock faster and faster into her mouth. She backed away pulling his dick from her mouth and looked up at him, "You can cum in my mouth if you want to." She then leaned forward taking his cock back in her mouth. Between her sucking his dick and fingering his asshole it didn't take long for him to explode. She could feel his cock starting to throb inside her mouth. She mentally smiled at the knowledge of how turned on she made him. She felt the first hot stream as it flew from his cock. It was warm and salty and seemed to come in waves. She could feel every contraction of his dick in her mouth. She swallowed every drop of him. 

She pulled her fingers from his ass and slowly eased back against the bed. He took a step backwards and found a chair in the corner of the room. All she could hear was his heavy breathing. She waited quietly trying to plan her next move. Should she simply get her clothes and leave? Should she formally introduce herself? Maybe even a "Thanks" and then sneak out?

Before she could make a move he rose from the chair and approached her. He stood in front of her, his dick hung limply near her face. "Please suck it again, get me hard." he said. She eased forward and took his cock back in her mouth. It was not as hard as before and tasted different, but she was starting to get excited again knowing she wanted her. This time he was more vocal than before. His face was pointing up to the ceiling as he said, "Lick my balls. Oh damn that feels so good! Suck on my cock baby, you're doing great!" She also noticed he was up on his toes at this point.

In this position it was easy for her to get his entire ball sack into her mouth. She sucked and gently pulled on it with her mouth. He continued to moan as she sucked and played with his balls. His cock was starting to get hard again. She looked up at him and said, "Fuck my mouth slowly baby." as he put his cock into her wet mouth. She was able to go down completely on his dick this time as it hadn't gotten fully erect yet. The more she sucked his cock the more he moaned and seemed to be getting more unsteady on his feet. She smiled to herself as his prick reached its full length again because of her.

She took her hand and reached down between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet. She ran her fingers over her clit and down her lips pushing two fingers into her pussy. she moved her fingers back and forth in time with the motion of his dick in her mouth. She thought she was going to faint from excitement.

"On your knees baby" he said. She quickly complied and stuck her ass up in the air for him. He wasn't as slow or gentle as before. He got behind her and immediately thrust his cock deep into her pussy. She let out a small yelp and braced for his next thrust. She was loving being fucked this way. Deep, hard, and fast. She could feel the excitement continue to build inside her. She felt his hand moving toward her clit and looked over her shoulder and said, "Yea baby, rub my pussy." Her head was starting to spin with him pounding her pussy from one side and rubbing it from the other. He moved his hands to her breasts which were swinging back and forth as he fucked her. He started to squeeze her nipples between his fingers. "Harder baby harder." she said. He would squeeze one of her tits while pinching the other. She loved the sensations and how he was giving her entire body the attention she desired.

She could feel his cock starting to throb inside her pussy. She quickly sat up and pushed both her breasts together. She looked up at him and said, "Titty fuck me" He placed his dick between her tits and moved his hips back and forth rubbing his dick over her hard nipples. It didn't take long. He yelled "Fuck me I'm cumming!" His load shot from his cock down over her tits and toward her stomach. It was warm to the touch. He fell backwards into the chair. "That was fucking wonderful" he said.

After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to him. She kissed him on the lips and whispered, "Thanks for making my dream come true." With that she picked up her clothes and left him sitting there in the dim moonlight wondering who she was and if he would ever see her again.



The Best Laid Plans



Greg had them sit opposite each other, just as they had seen each other in the photos, Nathan in an easy chair, Kari on the sofa. Kari immediately spread her legs apart and started to tease her pussy. Nathan's cock was almost fully erect. The sight of Kari and a few stokes of his hand had it standing to its full length. It appeared even bigger to Kari than it had in the pictures. The head was above his navel. He held it out for her appreciation. Meanwhile the camera was clicking away. "Nathan, why don't you sit next to Kari so I can get some shots of the two you together," Greg said. Kari immediately reacted as if a bolt of lightening hit her. This was not in her scenario. Watching each other masturbate was the game she agreed to play. Confused and more than a little excited, she protested weakly, but she didn't move. The next thing she knew, Nathan was sitting beside her on the sofa and she was looking across at that big cock of his, thinking how thick it looked from so close an angle. More pictures snapped off. 

Greg put down the camera for a minute and got on his knees between them. "You guys look great. Kari, you look beautiful". He leaned in and kissed her on the mouth, then on the neck and then on a nipple. Kari leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Greg lifted her breast and nodded to Nathan in a silent invitation for him to suck it. Nathan bent over and took it into his mouth, carefully licking and sucking the tit Greg offered him. Kari moaned and fingered herself. Greg lifted one of Kari's hands from her cunt and kissed her wet fingertips, took in the scent of her passion and gently placed her hand around Nathan's cock. Kari let out a long, low moan and sank deeper into the couch. It was as if she had received a mortal wound. The cock felt wonderful in her hand. With velvety soft skin covering the hard shaft, she began to stroke it, not with the thought of pleasuring Nathan, but to take pleasure in its great length and thickness. The slim, cool hand with the soft fingers transfixed Nathan with its carefully manicured, bright red nails, wrapping itself around his straining cock. He had to force himself to keep from cumming.

Greg slid his hands under Kari's buttocks and lifted her cunt up to his face and dove in like a madman making humming, slurping sounds as he smeared himself in her juices. It began with a slight vibration in her pussy, then a tremor in her ass and then her hips bucking as she began the long spasms of her orgasm. Nathan had never seen anything like it. Greg wasn't sure if Kari was squirting cum juice or peeing a little, but he didn't care. They were all lost in the moment. Then, abruptly, Kari opened her eyes and sat up causing Greg to fall back on his rump. She pulled Nathan by the back of the head and kissed him deeply and hungrily. Greg was surprised. Kari then stood up, leaving Greg on the floor and pulled Nathan to his feet and got on her knees in front of him. She examined his wonderful cock closely with her eyes and fingers. Raising it up, lifting his balls and feeling their weight, tenderly drawing them into her mouth. She squeezed him to see if she could close her fist around him. She could, just barely if she squeezed tightly. Holding him with one hand, then with two hands to test his length she finally began to kiss the head and lick the sides. When she pressed it against her cheek, the great cock ran from her jaw and cheek up the side of her head. Then she began to suck Nathan in earnest. "O, Mrs. Riggs", Nathan kept repeating. All this about twelve inches from Greg's face, but Kari paid no attention to him. After a while she stood up and pushed Nathan back down on the couch and began to straddle him. In a hoarse voice Greg said, "Are you sure you want to go through with this, honey? You don't have to, you know. You can call it off any time." Kari held Nathan's cock by the base and lifted one long, shapely, stockinged leg over it and began to guide it slowly into her cunt. Despite all of their combined juices, it didn't slip in easily. She had become so tight and he was so big that she had to work it in. At last she began the slow descent on the long column of flesh. With a couple of twists it was going in just fine. By the pained expression on her face Greg thought that Nathan's cock was hurting her. "Hey, take it easy. Slow down man, you're hurting her," he said. Nathan responded by taking Kari by the ass cheeks and raising and lowering her on his shaft. This had the effect of spreading her apart even farther giving Gregg the view he had always dreamed of. He was inches away and could see, hear and smell Nathan's cock fucking his pretty wife's cunt; fucking her brains out on a big, fat cock. All that was missing was to feel and taste it. He touched the slippery pole covered in their juices and was about to lick around her stretched cunt, when he felt a sudden, sharp. stinging slap on the wrist. "Not now, God damn it," Kari snarled and began a hard, rhythmic bouncing on the shaft, her eyes closed in concentration. 

Greg sat back on the floor as the two fucked for what seemed to be a very long time. He couldn't tell who began cumming first, but one of them tripped the other. They made sounds that frightened him a little. A ring of white began to appear around the rim of Kari's stretched cunt hole. There was just no room in there for the load of semen that Nathan was ejaculating. The cum squirted out the sides. With every thrust their wet skin slapped together. Nathan's cum began to run down Kari's cunt, down his balls and slid down the sofa.

Kari and Nathan came to and slowed down but didn't stop their motion. Nathan was hanging on to his erection and Kari continued to slowly undulate her hips. "That was quite a display", Greg said coolly. 

"What?" Kari replied.

"I mean the two of went a little overboard, didn't you"? 

"I guess we did."

"You hurt my hand", Greg added, rubbing his wrist.

"Sorry". Greg, I thought that this is what you wanted".

"It was. I guess I just felt a little left out." Nathan chimed in, "I got her all warmed up for you Mr. Riggs".

"Be quiet, Nathan", Kari said, "Mr. Riggs is feeling neglected". While the conversation took place, Nathan cummy cock was leisurely sliding in and out of Kari's pussy. "Nathan is a treasure, Greg. We want to take care of him don't we, honey". 

"Thank you, Mrs. Riggs". Nathan said

"You're welcomed, darling. I know what Mr. Riggs wants". Greg hadn't taken his eyes of their coupling organs. Kari pulled Greg, who was still on the floor, around with her arm and positioned him behind her. "Go ahead get close. Have a good look", she ordered. "But, I'm afraid we made a mess". Greg went about his business. Kari lifted her ass a bit and Nathan's cock slid out with a plopping sound out and Kari expelled a final flood of cum. It was no problem for Greg Riggs. He tidied up nicely.