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Lustful Lyrics Ch. 01

By: Boxlicker101



My thanks to R. P. Weston and Fred Murray who, in 1910, wrote the song that inspired this story, and to Herman's Hermits, who released a successful recording of it in 1965. 

Henry Marsh is my name. At least, that's how I've always pronounced my first name, but all my Cockney friends and neighbors know me and address me as "'Ennery" and I have started to do the same. In fact, they call me Ennery the Eighth, and I'll explain why. 

I came to London a couple of years ago on a business trip and stopped in a nice little pub to have a drink and maybe a game of darts and maybe make a new friend or two. Standing at the bar by herself was one of the most desirable new friends I have ever seen. The person standing there was about forty years old, and what I would call a beautiful woman. She had an open face with strong, regular features and didn't seem to be wearing more than a minimum of makeup, if that much. Her long, dark brown hair was combed or brushed back behind her ears and allowed to spill casually over her shoulders, as if she had other, more important things to do than curl or otherwise fuss with it. 

I have always been highly partial to womanly curves, and I was looking at them in abundance that evening. Her breasts, snugly encased in a green sweater, were large, and her waist was clear evidence that she didn't suffer from anorexia. Under her rather plain, gray skirt, succulent hips and a curvy ass flared out from her waist and tapered to sturdy legs. She was a woman who looked good, and knew it, and knew she didn't need to go to a lot of trouble to do so. I stepped up to the bar and sidled over until I was standing close to her. 

The very appealing woman gave me a rather stern look, and I came close to backing away from her, which was probably what she intended I do, but I persevered. "Hello. My name is Henry Marsh..." and that was as far as I got. 

The object of my feeble pickup attempt turned to face me and interrupted what I was trying to say. "Ah, Ennery," she greeted me. "How are you? I've never seen you in here before. What are you drinking?" She spoke with the same Cockney accent as the other patrons, but I will make no effort to duplicate it in writing, except for the way my name was pronounced by her and others I met after that first night. 

"I'm Peggy, Ennery, and I'm a widow. I own the shop next door to this pub. Are you married?" 

"No, I'm not." That was the truth; I'd always been too busy to try very hard to find a wife, and any woman who interested me had never had any interest in me. Consequently, I was a forty year old bachelor trying to pick up an attractive Cockney woman in a pub. And, apparently, enjoying extremely good luck in the attempt.

"Ah, good; you're not married. What say we finish our drinks and pop over to my flat above my shop for some fun and games?" Peggy held possessively onto my arm while she spoke. 

I could hardly believe my luck. My new companion didn't even wait for an answer, but downed her drink and started for the exit, still holding my arm, and I had no interest in pulling free from her grip. Through the doorway she hurried, towing me along, and to a door in the corner of the next building. She unlocked it and pulled me through the entrance, hardly even slowing her determined stride until we were inside and she had stopped to secure the door behind us and turn on the light. I saw we were standing in a small, square, dimly lighted area at the foot of a narrow flight of stairs. 

Peggy stood facing me and leaning against the door. "My flat is up there, Ennery, but we're away from the crowd in the pub now." I didn't know quite why she said that, until she held her arms open, obviously wanting an embrace and, almost certainly, a kiss. 

When I approached Peggy in the pub, I had little hope of succeeding in picking her up, and I certainly never imagined things could work out as easily as they seemed to be doing. We hugged and, as soon as out lips met in a kiss, her tongue demanded entrance to my mouth. Never one to be rude to a lady, especially a lady as beautiful as the one I was holding in my arms, I opened wide and let her explore. 

"I like the way you kiss," she told me after we stopped to breathe. "Do you like these?" she asked, while lifting my hands and covering her breasts with them. 

"Very nice," I replied, and I meant it. I had noticed her breasts were large and pleasing to the eyes, but they were also firm and supple and extremely pleasing to my hands. 

"I'm glad you like them. Now, what say we go upstairs to my flat, and you can get to know my girls a lot better, and they can get to know you?" 

Without waiting for an answer to what was a rhetorical question anyhow, Peggy grabbed my arm and started toward her flat. I gladly followed. In the pub, I had noticed that her ass and hips were curvaceous but, as I followed them up the stairs, I realized just how generally sexy her body was. The stairway led directly to her living quarters, which consisted of a sitting room, a small kitchen, which I didn't see until the next day, and a bedroom. The latter room was our destination, and I didn't see much else of her flat until many highly enjoyable hours later. 

I didn't really see that much of the bedroom either, because my attention was all focused on the inhabitant. Peggy stood by her bed, which had already been turned down, and held her arms open for another hug, which entailed another kiss. This time, my tongue met hers halfway, and had a small wrestling match. As we kissed, Peggy removed her arms from around me, and I felt her unbuttoning my shirt and, when our mouths separated again, she pulled it from my back and shoulders. I was wearing an undershirt, but not for long, because she peeled it off over my head and tossed it aside. 

It was my turn to start undressing Peggy, and I started by holding the hem of her tight sweater and lifting it up, over her breasts and off over her head. As I tossed it on top of my clothing, she shook her head to get her hair out of her eyes, which also caused her breasts to bounce and sway under the rather flimsy bra she was wearing. I could see they were truly a pair of beauties, and I wrapped my arms around her so I could reach the clasp. When I unhooked it and pulled the bra away, her luscious breasts bounced free, tempting my hands and mouth. I cupped one of the lovely mounds in either hand and bent forward to start licking one of her dark pink nipples. 

"I knew you'd like my bristols, Ennery. My other husbands all did." 

That gave me some pause, but only for a second. Peggy had mentioned being a widow, and I hadn't given any thought since then to her marital experience. Although I was slightly curious as to how many other husbands there had been, I wasn't concerned enough to ask. I had much more important things to do with my mouth than ask pointless questions anyhow, and it was obvious from her soft, happy murmurs that Peggy felt the same way, so I put the thought out of my mind. 

While my tongue switched back and forth between them and pleasured Peggy's nipples, I saw her hands go to her waist and, seconds later, her skirt slid down to the floor. She stepped out of it and the next places her hands were busy were at my belt and the waistband and fly of my pants. Before my trousers could fall to the floor, I raised my face to smile at Peggy, and she grinned back at me. 

"The girls really do like you, Ennery," she said, referring to her breasts again. "But let's sit down on the bed and get the rest of our clothes off. I've got other parts of my body that I want to introduce to you. Do you mind if we leave the lights on?" 

That sounded like three splendid ideas to me, sitting down, getting undressed and leaving the lights on. I sat next to Peggy and quickly removed my boots and socks while she pulled off her flat-heeled shoes. She wasn't wearing stockings of any kind. When I started to remove my undershorts, she stopped me. 

"Let me do that later, Ennery. For now, I just want you to keep doing what you started doing with your mouth."

I liked that idea as much as she did so, when Peggy scooted over to the middle of the bed, I eagerly followed, and cupped a breast in one of my hands. It was soft and vibrant, and felt just as good with its owner lying on her back, her head nestled in a pillow, as it had while she was standing up. The nipple seemed to feel even better to my tongue, because it had become almost fully erect. After a few strokes, I transferred my attentions to its beautiful twin, and that sweet, rosy nubbin quickly grew even harder, until I could actually feel the tiny, individual ridges that made up its rigidity. 

Loving the feel of Peggy's breasts - or girls or bristols - against my tongue, I transferred my attentions back and forth while she started squirming under me and cooing her pleasure. Wanting even more, I drew one of the luscious globes into my mouth and started sucking on it while continuing to lick the nipple and pebbly areola. Once again, I alternated between Peggy's lovely breasts, while the motions of her sexy body and her vocalizations of joy became more emphatic. Every time I switched my mouth from one succulent orb to the other, her movements thrust that breast up into my mouth. 

"Oooooo, I love that! I love that, Ennery. Keep sucking on me like that." 

I did as she asked, but I knew there was another place that would feel and taste even better to my mouth. When I looked down her lush body, I saw how Peggy's pussy was squirming, and I saw and smelled how her fragrant juices were soaking through the crotch of her panties. Although it had been fun, I said "so long" to her succulent breasts and started licking and kissing my way down her sexily plump belly to where I knew even greater thrills awaited both of us. 

Peggy deduced what I had in mind, and fully approved of it. "Yeah, Ennery. There! Lick me down there." She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed, urging me to my destination. 

I didn't really need the pushing or urging, because the aroma of her pussy juices was one of the most delectable of my experience. On the way down her body, I stopped and swirled my tongue into her navel, making her giggle and push more and harder against my shoulders. When my mouth reached the elastic waistband of her cotton panties, I got off the bed and went around to get back on at the foot. She saw me approaching on my knees, and prepared to help me remove her last garment by bending her knees so I could get closer. 

I reached my fingers into the waistband to start to pull her panties off, and Peggy raised herself off the bed, letting me slide them around her ass and up her thighs to her knees. I held them close to my face, so I could breathe deeply of the Heavenly aroma of her juices and she could pull her legs through. With Peggy completely naked, I tossed the panties in the direction of our other clothing and started leaning forward. 

She knew what I wanted to do, of course, and she raised her legs and I ducked under them and wrapped my arms around her thighs. That left my face just inches from her pussy, and I gazed, enraptured, at its beauty. When I first saw the beautiful woman in the pub, I never dreamed her pussy would be so delectable, nor had I actually expected to find out. 

The surrounding skin was rather dusky, with a few cute freckles, and her fluffy pubic hair was light brown and trimmed into the shape of a heart. Peggy's pussy lips were swollen and dark pink, and had pushed their way through her slit. At their upper end, where they met to form her clit hood, I could see the little cutie peeking out. Very gently, I spread her slit open to see its shiny-wet lining and to breathe in the cloud of fragrance that arose.

From such a short distance, the aroma of Peggy's pussy was almost intoxicating, and I stayed where I was and inhaled it deeply into my lungs. A few drops of her juices had spattered on her thighs, and I leaned in and licked them off the soft, smooth skin. Their flavor was even more delicious than their scent had been, and I used my tongue to sluice the rest of her nectar into my mouth. There were more on her crotch, and I licked it clean too. 

"Ooooo, Ennery, your tongue feels so good," Peggy murmured, and her pussy started to squirm in anticipation of where else my tongue would be paying a call. 

The first place was one of her outer lips. The hair was sparse and soft, and felt almost as good to my tongue as her bare skin did, and I slowly licked her all the way to her mons. When I raised my head to see how Peggy was reacting, I was elated to see it must have been as good for her as it was for me. Her face was a picture of bliss, with her mouth open in a grimace of pleasure and her eyes were partly closed. They were open enough to see me looking, and she told me in words, besides what her body was saying, how much she was already enjoying what my tongue had just started doing. 

"I love that, Ennery. Keep eating my pussy; you're going to make me cum." 

That was my intention, but I didn't say anything, having better things to do with my mouth, such as licking up the fresh nectar that had begun trickling from her adorable pink hole. When I had gotten it all, I started licking Peggy's other outer lip. Once again, my tongue slowly meandered up the lip until I reached her mons, which I kissed again. When I raised my face, I saw that Peggy's eyes were closed and her head was tipped back and was tossing to and fro on the pillow, while her body writhed in pleasure. I brought my mouth back down to where I had started and my tongue got busy on the first of her inner lips. 

As beautiful and fragrant and delicious as Peggy's pussy was, the best part of eating her was the way she felt against my mouth. Her outer lips had been soft and warm and her inner labia, being swollen with her lust, felt spongy as I caressed them with my tongue. Everything about what I was doing felt so wonderful that I wanted to take a long time in bringing her to an orgasm, and I believed she would enjoy it more too. I tilted my head slightly so I could slide my tongue between her inner and outer lips, and slowly licked my way to where the inner one ended and became part of her clit hood. By the time I got there, she was moaning in pleasure and her pussy was starting to fuck up into my face. 

There was a pool of her delicious juices waiting for me when I brought my tongue back down to below the delightful pink hole that was their source, and I devoured it all before starting to lick the same way between her other pair of lips. By the time I reached her clit hood again, Peggy's whole body, as well as her head, was thrashing from side to side on the bed. I knew it was time for her climax. 

I gently spread her pink slit, relishing the delectable aroma loosed, pressed my face even more snugly against Peggy's pussy, and started licking upward, starting at the lower end. Her movements, as I tantalized this most sensitive place, became even wilder, and I clung tightly to her thighs and continued. I was actually able to dip my tongue into the pink hole that was the source of her delicious juices, and taste them at their very freshest. Still taking my time, not feeling as much urgency as Peggy apparently was, I licked up until I reached her clit and raised my head to take another look at the succulent little morsel. 

When I saw it earlier, it was small and peeking out from under Peggy's clit hood. It had become engorged since then, resembling a lovely pink pearl, and had pushed its way entirely out from under its protection. Her movements were so strenuous, that I had trouble getting my mouth around the little darling, but it was worth it. After engulfing Peggy's clit in my mouth, I started sucking, letting my lips form a seal at the base, and caressing the swollen sides with my tongue. 

"Yes! Suck my clit!" Peggy cried out joyously. 

Her urging wasn't necessary, because the little darling was one of the most wonderful things I ever had in my mouth, and I also reveled in the effect my actions were having on Peggy. Her movements became even wilder, with her pussy seeming to try to wrap itself around my face, whole her body continued churning up the bed. Abruptly, she yelled of her bliss and started cumming.

Peggy's thighs squeezed my head, clamping over my ears so tightly that I couldn't hear any more expressions of her joy, but I later learned there were many of them, and that they were loud. Her hands also found my head, pressing on the back of it to shove my face into her pussy, where it very much wanted to be. Holding me a willing prisoner, Peggy's legs swung wildly from side to side, while her ass bounced up and down on the mattress. I clung to her thighs and kept my mouth clamped onto her clit, and continued licking and sucking and enjoying the wild ride. 

I saw and felt Peggy's back arching and all her muscles clenching, and she drove her pussy into my face for an ultimate time when she climaxed. After her orgasm she relaxed, and I wanted to lick all the fresh juice from her pussy and everywhere it had spattered, but I couldn't. Her hands were removed from the back of my head, but her thighs were clamped onto me just as tightly as they had been. Finally, she loosened her grip slightly, and I heard her voice and knew what she had in mind for us to do. 

"If I release your head, will you eat my pussy again?" She must have realized that I was unable to answer because my face was pressed so tightly against her body, so she offered an alternative to speaking. "Raise your right hand if you will." 

Without hesitation, my arm shot into the air, and I waved it about like a teacher's pet who knew the correct answer. Peggy's legs released me, and I licked all the fresh nectar from her thighs, her crotch and from all over her pussy. I knew how delicious it would be, and I didn't want to waste any of it. After I had rewarded myself by swallowing every drop I could find, I started licking one of her outer lips again. 

It felt just as good the second time to me, and maybe even better to Peggy. Almost immediately, my ears were delighted by her happy cooing and her pussy was squirming under my face. Taking even longer than I had the first time, I licked to her mons and kissed her there. When I raised my head, she smiled happily at what I was doing; I smiled back, just as happy as she, and brought my mouth down to where I started. After devouring the fresh juices, I treated her other outer lip the same way, even kissing her mons again. This time, Peggy didn't see my face, because her eyes were blissfully closed; her head was slowly tossing back and forth on the pillow and her sexy body was writhing in front of me. 

Bringing my face even closer to her pussy, and relishing the superb aroma even more, I started licking the small, ultra smooth area between the origins of a pair of her inner and outer lips. When I reached where the labia were close together, I probed my tongue into the seam, licking both of them at the same time. By the time I reached her clit hood again, I could see the precious morsel it should have been protecting had pushed its way out and once again resembled a lustrous pearl. Very delicately, I caressed it with the tip of my tongue. Peggy's body quivered in delight, and her pussy started fucking up against my face. 

There was another pool of fresh juice waiting when my tongue returned to below the source of the juices. I devoured every drop, before doing what I wanted with her other inner and outer pussy lips, just as I had the first, until my mouth reached her clit hood again. I was taking more time to eat Peggy's pussy than I had the first time, and I could tell she was in an even higher state of arousal. Her hips were swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders, and she was moaning and whimpering from the exquisite pleasure. 


Lustful Lyrics Ch. 02



NOTE: This story is based on the song "Good Morning Beautiful", performed by Steve Holy. 

"Good morning beautiful, how was your night?

Mine was wonderful with you by my side

When I open my eyes and see your sweet face

It's a good morning beautiful day."

I don't usually do dedications, but this one's for my Captain, who makes every day beautiful.

*

Sunlight streamed through the venetian blinds, making it impossible to sleep any longer. Wide awake, Caleb turned toward the woman beside him and opened his eyes.

Sara was still asleep. Caleb had the side of the bed closer to the windows; the light had wakened him first. He studied her features, softened in sleep. She was beautiful. The night they'd met, he had seen something about her, an aura for want of a better word, that had drawn him to her. It had taken only a short time before he'd realized her beauty was more than skin deep. 

He hadn't expected to find love when he'd joined the dating site. It wasn't that kind of site. He'd found it while wandering the Web and had thought it might be a way to at least find a friend with benefits. It had been about a year since his last girlfriend, and he hadn't even had a date since her. He'd never had much luck with dating anyway, so female friend who was willing to sleep with him would be good enough. His work schedule was so messed up in the summer he barely had time for anything else but work and sleep, so it was nearly impossible to meet people in any of the standard ways. If he had found someone to hook up with, though, he would definitely have made time for that.

Instead he'd found Sara. He'd only been on the site for a week, maybe a week and a half, when he'd gone to a party thrown by another member. A tame, back yard party, though somewhat fueled by alcohol. He'd shown up early to help the hostess set up. Over the next couple hours he'd scouted out a few women whom he'd decided to get to know better in the hopes that it might lead to something. 

Sara had arrived two or three hours after he had. When he'd seen her, all thoughts of other women had flown right out of his mind. 

He had gotten used to being alone. A long time ago, he'd decided dating and marriage weren't for him. The former wasn't easy for him, and he'd never even come close to the latter. It hadn't mattered, at least not that he'd let himself admit. He had no reason to care about something he didn't have. He'd formed his life around his work, which he loved as long as it involved ships and the sea, and around computer games and books. He barely knew day from night; his work hours sometimes encompassed both, and with no one else to think about he'd set his own schedule. He slept when he felt like it, ate when he wanted. It didn't matter.

The night he and Sara had met, he'd persuaded her to share a hotel room. She had been planning to drive two and a half hours home but was too tired to do so safely, and he'd had a bit too much to drink to make the forty-five minute drive to his own home. The next day when he'd awakened beside her, he'd realized everything did matter. Waking up next to a beautiful woman in the morning. This was what he was missing, what he wanted, and he wanted it with her.

Two days later, he'd decided to be exclusive with her. She'd agreed. After a few weeks of spending his days off with her and her children, he'd realized he loved her.

He hadn't been looking for love, but he'd found something better than he'd ever imagined. The most amazing part was that she loved him too.

It had been several months now since they'd met. They were so compatible it was scary sometimes. Shared interests, memories of enjoying the same things as children. Not only did they finish each other's sentences, sometimes they spoke each other's thoughts. 

During his workweek, he felt like a machine: work to food to computer to sleep, then rising the next morning to repeat the cycle. But after his last workday of the week, when he drove two hours to see Sara and her kids, he came to life. 

At least now, in the winter, his weekends actually were weekends, instead of falling in the middle of the week as they did in the busy summer season. In the winter, Sara had the same days off he did, which gave them more time together.

She stirred in her sleep. To encourage her to wake, Caleb kissed her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled. "Hi."

When she smiled, she was even more gorgeous. His cock began to harden. "Good morning, beautiful." This time his kiss found her lips. "How was your night?"

"Wonderful, and it's even better waking up next to you." 

"I like waking up with you too."

"What time is it?"

He checked the watch he always wore. "Seven o'clock."

She yawned. "I should get up. The kids probably already are."

"Nope." His arms encircled her. "You should stay right here with me for a little while."

"Oh? And what will I get if I do that?"

"This." He brushed his lips against the side of her neck. "And this." His hand came up to fondle her breast.

"Hmm, an intriguing offer."

"I would hope so."

He pulled her closer against him. The feeling of her body against his was amazing, even when they were both fully clothed. He'd always been a cuddler, and with her he got his fill of contact and then some. Holding her this way was as good as sex.

Almost.

"I love you," she said.

"Oh, good."

Now she initiated a kiss, one that was much more serious than the one he'd given her. Her tongue probed his mouth. God, he loved it when she took over. When they'd met, she hadn't been exactly shy in bed, but she hadn't been comfortable initiating anything. Over the past several months she'd found the confidence to not only ask for what she wanted, but go after it. 

Her hand slipped under the T-shirt he'd worn to bed and roamed his chest. His half-hard cock stiffened further. "That's nice," he murmured.

"Yeah?" She moved her hand down his torso. "And this?"

"Even nicer." He pulled away from her to take off his shirt and boxers, then lay back. "There you go, better access."

"Oh, my, there's a naked man in my bed."

"Yes, and you're wearing too many clothes."

"So I am. I suppose I should do something about that." She winked and shimmied out of her pajama pants and, he hoped, panties, then sat up and slowly unbuttoned her pajama top. Barely, he resisted the impulse to rip off the buttons. Finally she slipped off the top and tossed it on the floor. "Better?"

"Much." 

He fastened his mouth around one of her nipples, and she jumped at his touch. Her response to the things he did to her in bed always turned him on. He loved watching her face when she was aroused, and even more when she came.

Which, if he had his way, she would do in a moment. He lightly sucked her nipple while his hand found its way between her legs. With a fingertip, he found the little nub at the top of her pussy and pressed against it. After this much time together, he knew her body as well as he knew his own; he knew how to touch her to bring her over the edge.

She gasped and let out little sounds of pleasure, somewhat muted so her kids, in their rooms, wouldn't hear. With this encouragement, he continued his actions for a few moments longer, then moved down between her legs. His tongue took the place of his finger, while his finger slipped inside her and found the little spot at the front of her walls.

She bucked and pulled her pillow over her face to muffle her cry.

When she moved the pillow, she had a smile on her face. "Damn, you're good at that."

"Well, shucks, ma'am, I try," he drawled.

She laughed. "Try again. With something other than your hands and mouth this time."

"Oh, you mean like this?" He knelt between her legs and pressed his cock against her. "Is that what you want?"

"Mmm, yes."

He pushed slowly into her tightness. Her pussy surrounded his cock; it felt amazing. Everything they did together was like this. Sex was good, but love made it so much better.

His thrusts were slow at first. Her bed, old, heavy thing that it was, squeaked horribly and they'd learned to move together so it made less noise. She raised her hips to meet his movements and ran her hands over him. 

He could never get tired of this.

Neither of them could tolerate the slowness for long. His orgasm was too close, especially after another of hers contracted her pussy along the length of him. "That feels so good," he said. 

"Feels even better from this end." She pulled him down for a kiss. 

Lips locked together, they moved faster, harder. Her moans and noises echoed his own building orgasm, until finally they released together, she with another wordless cry that she didn't try to muffle this time, he with a grunt and aftershocks which lasted several seconds after the main orgasm.

Still inside her, he lay on her, careful not to put too much of his weight on her. She wrapped her arms around him. "What a nice way to wake up."

"It always is." He kissed the tip of her nose. "Good morning, beautiful."



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 04



Editor's Note: This is a story about incest and non-consent.

*

Janie's Got a Gun by Aerosmith, originally released in 1999.

•••

Beth grew strength from Janie. Janie took matters into her own hands. Aerosmith said so.

But man, he had it comin' Now that Janie's got a gunShe ain't never gonna be the same.

Beth felt the same way about her dad, Mike. She hated the fact she had to move back in with he and her mom when she flunked out of college her sophomore year. Her choices were to live on the street or with them. Looking back, Beth wished she had chosen the streets.

In the beginning, everything was great and just like it was before she left for college. Then her mom took the night shift job at the quickie mart and that's when she noticed Mike staring at her differently. It made Beth very uncomfortable.

It was two weeks to the day after her mom started the new job, it happened. Mike knocked on her bedroom door to check on her. Beth remembered it as if it happened yesterday.

•••

"Are you okay, sweetie," he asked in a quiet voice. "I heard noises and wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Uh huh," mumbled Beth as she tried to slide her vibrator under her pillow.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked. "You don't want me to check under your bed or something?"

"I'm not nine and scared of the boogie man," she told him, sarcastically. "I'll be okay."

"If it's all the same, let me look."

Mike walked into Beth's room slowly and left the door cracked, allowing a small amount of light inside. He put his hand on the side of her quilt and peered underneath.

"You are right," he told her. "There is nothing under your bed. Sweet dreams."

Mike then bent to kiss her on the forehead. Beth raised her head to give him access to it. Instead of his breath landing on that part of her body she felt it on her lips a split second before his met hers.

With her arms under the covers, she couldn't reach to push him off. She struggled to free her trapped arms as he lowered himself atop her and the covers. She felt his hardened penis against her leg and tried to scream out. He pressed his lips hard to hers and she found it difficult to breathe.

"It's okay Bethie," said Mike. "I'm not going to hurt you. I have loved you a long, long time and I just want to show you how much you mean to me."

With her eyes wide, she merely nodded that she understood. Her mind raced with thoughts of how to get out of this situation. She took all the safety courses she could in school and learned how to defend herself from an unknown attacker, but none of those classes covered what to do when you are under the covers in your own bed with your Dad on top of you.

She began to cry. As tears streamed down her face, her father wiped them away. 

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart," he told her, softly. "Daddy's not going to hurt you."

Beth decided to try a different tactic in the hopes he would leave her alone. She lay perfectly still and closed her eyes. Mike began to peel back the covers to reveal a tight-fitting sleep tank and boy shorts. He reached and pressed his hands against her mound and felt how wet she already was from using her vibrator.

"My, my, my," Mike said. "Looks like somebody's a little horny." He pressed his hand hard against her mound and soaked shorts. Beth still didn't react. Instead she thought of what classes she wanted to take when she went back to school. She tried recalling the list of names and numbers on the catalog. 

Mike lowered his head and put his lips gently on her nipple through her white tank. He sucked long enough to get her shirt wet and saw the red bud of her firm Bs poking through.

"You liked that, didn't you my sweetheart?" Mike said. That brought Beth out of her trance-like state and she vigorously shook her head no.

"Why are you doing this to me, daddy?" Beth pleaded. "What did I do to you?"

"I told you. I just want to show you how much I love you."

He lowered his head and kissed her hard and forceful. He reached with one of his hands and grabbed her breast with the same amount of force and pinched and squeezed. Beth flinched and tried to think of the beach—calm waters, fresh drinks, and friends. Mike ripped her shirt down the center and brought his mouth to her waiting nipple.

He sucked hard and fast, bringing it to a taut peak. He massaged her other breast with his hand and ground his hardened cock into her shorts. Beth kept her eyes closed. He took his hand off her breast and slid it into her shorts, taking time to rub her clit before forcing a finger deep inside her. 


Beth cried out and pounded her fists against her father. "Don't do this to me!" she pleaded. Mike, in his own world, didn't hear her as he slid her shorts down her legs. He braced himself and entered her hard and fast. Beth shook her head as tears streamed down her face.

Mike saw her tears and slowed his assault. He leaned down and whispered into Beth's ear.

"Honey. Please don't cry. I want you to see how much I love and want you." He then pressed his lips ever so lightly on her cheek and kissed away her tears. It took Beth's mind off what was happening just long enough for her to close her eyes. The tension left her body and her hips began to thrust up to meet her Dad.

This excited Mike more than he expected. He kissed her softly on her lips before sliding his tongue in her mouth in time with his cock in her moistness. She began to moan and writhe against him. He could feel her pussy clench on his dick as she climaxed. Mike thrust into her two more times before he spilled his seed deep into his daughter.

He wasn't worried about her getting pregnant. He knew she took her birth control pills because she left the packet in the bathroom. Mike kissed her on the forehead before getting off Beth.

"Thank you sweetie," he said as he left her room. 

Beth waited until she heard his bedroom door shut before she ran to the bathroom. She began crying again as she jumped into the shower. She couldn't believe she let her guard down and allowed herself to cum with her father. 

•••

That first time was almost a year ago to the day. Beth started planning what she'd like to do to her dad shortly after the second time—a quickie in the bathroom where she sucked his cock until he came in her mouth. 

She bought a gun from a local pawnshop and went to the gun range on her days off. The owner showed her the proper way to load the .9mm. She took pleasure each time she pulled the trigger. The paper target was Mike, her dad. She found herself thinking about the last time he put his hands on her, two nights ago. She didn't know which was worse, him fucking her or her enjoying it.

She placed her target on the frame and pushed the button to send it down range. She placed her earplugs in her ears and donned her shooting glasses. She remembered how gentle he was with her body. He moved his hands slowly up and down her until he felt her become like putty in his hands. She hated the gentleness more than when he was rough. 

Thinking about his mouth wrapped around her breast and sucking, she fired her first shot, low and to the left of the center. As she recalled first one finger and then another sliding in and out of her moistness as she bucked to meet his hand, the second round hit the target—low and to the right.

She always shot where his crotch would be on her target. Each time the manager came over to comment on how low she shot, she would correct her aim and hit the target dead center. As soon as he walked away though, she hammered the lower part of the target with the remaining rounds before gathering her gear and heading home.

She placed the gun, loaded, in the top drawer of her nightstand. Her heart pounded in her chest as she went through her usual bedtime routine. Her mom worked tonight so she knew Mike would be coming to her. She grabbed her mp3 player and turned it on. It only held one song. 

She sang along to the song

Janie's got a gunHer whole world's come undoneFrom looking straight at the sunWhat did her daddy do?What did he put you through?

Her mom came into her room to tell her she was leaving. Beth waved and went back to singing. She mentally mapped out all she planned to do to her dad when he came to her room tonight. Knowing it was the last time; Beth made a decision that she would make this a very memorable moment for her father.

She finished getting ready for bed like she always did and lay there waiting to hear her door open. He never knocked anymore. Just a quick open and close and he took over her space. As soon as the door shut, Beth took three calming breaths and willed herself to relax.

"Daddy's here pumpkin," said Mike. "Let me show you how much I love you." The pet names changed often but the love message remained the same each time. Beth lay on her side with her back facing the door. Mike came over and touched his daughter's shoulder through her blanket.

Beth forced a smile on her face as she turned. When Mike slid the covers down his daughter's lithe body, his breath caught in his throat. She lay there naked, her hand placed over her mound. Mike's member immediately sprung to life and he began stroking it in time with his daughter's ministrations of her moist pussy.

Beth closed her eyes and pretended it wasn't her dad now fondling her breast. She focused instead on her song and smiled. Mike took that for pleasure on his daughter's part and lowered his lips to her hardening bud. He stopped stroking his cock and took her pert nipple in his mouth and tugged it with his teeth. 

He massaged her other breast with his hand before moving it lower and sliding his finger up and down her clit. Beth moaned and moved her hips against his hands. This turned Mike on even more. She never responded to his touch this quickly. He kissed his way down her flat stomach and parted her thighs before planting a kiss on each one. 

Beth spread her legs a little wider for him. Mike took his time moving his tongue over her clit. She clinched her hands into the sheets and moaned as he sucked on her swelling bud. He used his fingers to part her pussy before sliding first one finger and another deep inside her. He then slid his tongue between the two fingers. 

Beth cried out as she came on her father's face. Her orgasm almost sent Mike over the edge. He liked the way she reacted and responded tonight and wanted it to last as long as possible. Beth had other plans. As soon as Mike stood up and removed his sleep pants, she hopped off the bed and pushed him down on it.

Startled, Mike looked up at his daughter.

"What's this?" he asked.

"It's only fair I repay you for all your 'loving' generosity," she replied.

She climbed atop her dad and planted a kiss on his lips. She explored the inside of his mouth with her tongue. She ran her hands up and down his chest as her tongue slid in and out of his mouth. Beth trailed kisses down Mike's chest. She bit his nipples and he cried out, wanting more. 

He held his breath as his daughter positioned her mouth over his throbbing hardness. She slowly lowered her lips over his cock. Mike closed his eyes and moaned. She wrapped her fingers around his balls as her mouth gently slid down the shaft. 

When she reached the base, she squeezed his balls before sliding her mouth back up him. Mike enjoyed the sensation of her lips on him and knew he couldn't take much more. Beth didn't' want him to cum just yet either, so she stopped sucking him before straddling his legs.

She glanced at her nightstand before she lowered her pussy to his throbbing, pre-cum soaked dick. She began to buck up and down on him hard and fast. Mike reached up and grabbed both her breasts and twisted them. Beth threw her head back and rode the wave of her orgasm as long as she could. She heard Mike say he was exploding inside her. 

She knew she missed her chance to blow his brains out on her bed with him buried deep inside her. She waited for him to stop trembling before climbing off him and walking away—again a first. She went to the bathroom and hurriedly took a shower. She knew he would leave her room and return to his. She had 10 minutes before he would return to her room to make sure she "loved" his loving.

She dressed as fast as she could. It was time for plan B. She grabbed her bag she packed earlier from the closet and took out the letter and placed it on the center of her bed.

With one last look back at her room, she opened her bedroom window and climbed out, leaving her childhood home for the last time. Two minutes later, Mike opened the door to give his speech and spotted the yellow piece of paper on the bed. He picked it up and began to read as he sat down. 



Mike crumpled up the letter from Beth and tossed it onto the ground. He leaned over the bed and opened the top drawer taking out the .9mm. He sat up on the bed with the gun held in his lap. He knew his life was over. 

The light of the new day, shone through the bedroom window. Beth's mom opened the front door and placed her foot on the bottom step, ready to make her way slowly upstairs. Mike heard his wife make her trek up the steps and made his decision. A loud explosion and thump and it was over.



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 05



Chapter 05: From a Window

*** 

Late yesterday night,

I saw a light shine from a window,

And as I looked again,

Your face came into sight.

***

I first met Allie in a sandwich shop down the street from where I work. It was crowded as usual, but I ordered my usual pastrami on rye with spicy mustard and a black cherry soda then looked around for a place to sit. I saw a smartly dressed woman with long black hair motioning for me to sit at her table by the window. I wended my way through the throng and sat down.

"Thanks for letting me sit with you," I extended my hand, "I'm Katie."

"Hi Katie," She shook my hand, "I'm Allie, nice to meet you. I hate eating alone, don't you?"

I dug into my sandwich and nodded. She looked to be in her mid-forties, stylishly dressed in a business suit, makeup perfect, smooth skin, like a model out of Vogue. I suddenly felt as sloppy as I probably looked in my usual sweatshirt and blue jeans, my blonde hair a fright wig and no make-up. Where I work, we dress for comfort, besides I hadn't felt much like fixing myself up since my divorce.

My ex had become enamored of a 24 year old fitness instructor at his gym and the feeling was mutual. Soon they were exercising in her bed four days a week, while I carried blithely on being the good wife. I came home from working late one evening to find a 'Dear Jane' note on the fridge and his closet empty. Suddenly I was alone.

"Helloo Earth to Katie."

I jerked out of my reverie to see Allie grinning, her head cocked to one side.

"I…I'm sorry. That was rude of me. It's just…"

I gave her the quick and dirty version of my current status in life. She smiled sympathetically and took my hand in hers. Her skin was smooth and warm. I felt a tingle down my spine. 

"What brings you to town, Allie?"

"I had a meeting with my publisher this morning. Her office is just around the corner from here. She recommended this place for lunch."

She hesitated for a moment, and then lightly squeezed my hand again.

"I'm so glad I took her advice."

I suddenly realized we had been holding hands for several minutes. I never even noticed. It seemed so right. Neither of us pulled away.

"Do you have anything on this Friday night, Katie?"

"No, I don't." 

"I have two tickets for an exclusive showing of D.W. Griffith's classic silent film 'Intolerance'. The print has been cleaned and digitally enhanced. Members of the City Philharmonic Orchestra will provide musical accompaniment from the original score."

"I'd like that very much. Thank you for asking me."

"Wonderful. Let's meet around seven thirty at the Rialto Theater."

"What shall I wear?"

"Dress and heels will be fine. Bring a wrap as the theater is often chilly."

We chatted for a while longer, and then a glance at the clock told me I had overstayed my lunch hour. We reluctantly parted company as Allie flagged down a cab, waving good bye to me through the window. Walking back to the office I was missing her already. Friday couldn't arrive fast enough to suit me.

***

Allie and I enjoyed the movie immensely. We spent most of it with our heads together whispering about what we were seeing or had seen. She had worn a simple black dress that fit snugly, heels and no stockings. I had rooted through my closet and found a blue knit and matching heels that I had worn to my cousins wedding. The subtle scent of her perfume filled my nostrils as our bare shoulders and legs touched and I found myself becoming aroused. We leaned together as closely we could over the armrest and at one time she nuzzled my neck and I stroked her arm in response.

By the time the movie ended and the house lights went up we were roaring hot. I had two brief lesbian romances in college, but neither of them held a candle to my feelings towards Allie. We wasted no time getting to the ladies room, going in the far stall and kissing hungrily as our hands roamed. Allie's hand was on my pussy and mine on hers, pushing our flimsy panties aside as our fingers sank into delicious warmth and wetness. Stifling our moans with deep kisses, we eagerly finger fucked each other, thumbs rubbing clits as we climbed toward orgasm. Allie's body shook and she came hard, drenching my hand; a second later my back arched and I flooded her fingers with cum. I moved to kneel down, but she stopped me.

"No! Not now, not here. Come home with me. I want us to make love in comfort."

We composed ourselves, licking each other's fingers clean, and then all but running to where her Jaguar convertible was parked. Once inside we kissed repeatedly, rubbing each other's gooey pussies until Allie pushed away with an effort started the car and we were off to her home.

Weaving skillfully through the late evening traffic, we took a road out of town passing large homes on tree dotted acreage until we arrived at a colorfully painted three story Victorian, turned into the drive and stopped beneath an ornate Porte-cochere. We were out of the car in an instant, kicking off our heels in the hall and running upstairs to a huge third floor bedroom dominated by a massive bed.

Stripping off our clothes, we tumbled onto the crisp white sheets, hugging and kissing. Allie rolled me on my back, cupping my breasts in her hands as she sucked my stiff nipples and rubbed her knee against my drenched pussy. I gripped the headboard as I felt my orgasm building under the dual sensations. I ground my crotch against my lover's knee and erupted in a screaming orgasm.

In a flash, Allie's face was in my pussy, licking and sucking, her tongue driving me wild as it wiggled between my engorged labia. When she sucked my clit between her lips and laved it with her tongue, I spread my legs wide and spurted warm juices in her face, my body jerking with the force of my orgasm. She continued to lick tenderly until I calmed, and then crawled up and we embraced.

Catching my breath, I said "That was wonderful. Now it's my turn to please you."

Allie kissed me on the nose, went on her hands and knees and shook her ass in invitation. I eased her head on the pillow, then ran my tongue up and down over her pussy and puckered hole; her moans exciting me further. Coating her asshole with saliva, I worked my index finger inside, and then began licking her pussy. Moving my finger in and out, I darted my tongue deep between the pink walls, her cries becoming louder as I orally fucked her. 

She was already worked into a fever pitch, and within minutes her body shook and filled my mouth with her love honey as she shrieked in ecstatic release. I continued licking her until she had a second powerful orgasm and then lay prostrate on the rumpled sheets, breathing in gasps. I crawled up to her and we snuggled, overcome by the intensity of our lovemaking.

I need to develop more tact instead of just blurting out what's on my mind, but when I said "This house is beautiful. How can you afford it?" She smiled, reached into a nightstand drawer and handed me a paperback entitled 'Death Rides the Trail' with a cowboy shooting guns on the cover. The author was Zachariah Comstock; she grinned and said "That's me." 

"You're Zachariah Comstock?"

She handed me more paperbacks from the drawer; science fiction, war, fantasy, secret agent and romance titles, each with a different author. 

"You wrote all these books? How many have you written so far?"

"I honestly don't know. I stopped counting around two hundred. I can always check with my editor."

"That was a rhetorical question, love. How many words do you write in a day?"

"On a good day, about nine thousand, I work on two or three at once. I get stale on one, I work on another. You seem to know about writing, are you an author as well?"

"I wish. I'm chief sub-editor of the daily 'Press-Intelligencer'. I correct what others write. My own writing skills leave something to be desired. Those who can't do teach and all that."

I finally looked about at my surroundings. Large double hung windows in two walls let in pale moonlight filtered through huge trees surrounding the house. The effect was that of being in a forest canopy; somewhere in the distance an owl hooted.

I arose and stood at a window, a light breeze through the screen cool on my bare skin.

"This is so beautiful, Allie. How can you tear yourself away to write?"

"Discipline, love," she said, rubbing her firm breasts against my back and kissing my shoulders. "Come to bed, we've only begun our journey into pleasure."

She was right. Exhausted and content, we fell happily asleep in each other's arms as the sun came up.

***

Oh, I would be so glad,

Just to have a love like that,

Oh, I would be so true, 

And I'd live my life for you.

***

The days and weeks rolled by as Allie and I fell deeper in love. We attended gallery showings, plays, movies and other events we enjoyed; then we'd go to my condo or her house and make love all night. She soon convinced me to share her bed permanently, so I leased my condo and moved in. I found a red Miata convertible in the drive with a sign on the windshield 'Happy Commuting Katie'. We fucked each other with a strap-on that night until we were thoroughly satiated.

Then one day at work my cell phone warbled, it was Allie.

"Hi baby, what's goin' on?"

"Katie honey, I need you to come home. It's an emergency. Please!"

It's a wonder I didn't have a fistful of traffic tickets by the time I skidded to a stop in the drive, dashed into the house and took the stairs two at a time to Allie's study where she did her writing.

She was slumped in her desk chair staring at the computer screen, tears glistening on her cheeks. She saw me come rushing in, stood up and held her arms out. I held her tight as she sobbed against my shoulder. In a few minutes she had composed herself and I led her to the couch under the window.

"What's wrong, my love? What has you upset?"

"I received an e-mail today. There was a video clip attached. It was us making love in the bedroom using the strap-on. The e-mail said there was a lot more where that came from and unless they receive one hundred thousand dollars by the end of the month, they'll send copies to every media outlet and post it on the internet."

"Do 'they' have a name?'

"It was signed 'The Night Stalker', sent from a webmail box."

"My, how original. Let's see that video."

It was us alright, in close up and in color. They had a directional mic that picked up every moan and squish as I fucked Allie's brains out. Our faces were clearly visible. How in the hell did they get those vids?

"I don't have that kind of money, baby. Most of my profits are tied up in various investments. What are we going to do? We'll be ruined."

I began to pace up and down as I always do when I'm thinking. Allie began to cry again. I was raving mad, but I forced myself to stay calm. Finally, I stood at the window watching the birds fluttering in the trees, my mind racing. Then it hit me. The tree! The bastards climbed the tree by our window! 

"Put on some shoes, love. I know how they got the vid. We're going outside."

Sure enough, there were gouges from climbing spikes up the trunk of the majestic sycamore closest to our bedroom window.

"Motherfuckers," Allie said disgustedly. I couldn't help but grin. She was soft spoken and rarely used profanity. "What do we do now?"

I didn't answer her. We knew the how and the why, but not how they found out about us and who was behind the blackmail scheme. Then, gazing upwards into the leafy canopy, I had a light bulb moment.

"There's a guy I know in IT at the paper. He's a genius. I bet he's got a way to trace whoever sent that e-mail. Once we know who, then we can figure out how to get that tape back."

"I knew you'd think of something," Allie said happily. She took my hand. "Let's go upstairs. We need a little togetherness in the midst of this bullshit."

Leaving a trail of clothing on the stairs, we tumbled into bed, hugging and kissing, so happy and in love. The kisses became deeper, hands began to roam, her fingers began a familiar dance in my pussy and my hips rose to meet them. She pivoted on the mattress and lowered her juicy cunt to my mouth, all the while rapidly finger fucking me.

I buried my face between her labial lips, my tongue swirling against the pink walls; she jerked and cried out as she ground her pussy on my face. I dipped a finger in her plentiful juices, and then worked it into her tight, puckered asshole. My back arched as she inserted four fingers in my cunt, her thumb rubbing my clit.

I sucked her clit, fingering her pussy and asshole as she fisted me; God it felt so damn good I never wanted to stop. When we both came, it's a wonder our screams didn't have somebody calling the cops. We cooked dinner naked, fed each other from our plates like teenagers, took a long soak in the Jacuzzi and went to sleep in each other's arms. We were gonna be all right.

***

"This guy thinks he's clever. You call that a firewall? Why not give me a tough one?"

Allie and I sat on the couch in her office watching Jeremy's fingers fly over the keyboard as he muttered to himself. When Allie answered the door and saw a gangly youth wearing a 'Linux Rules' tee shirt, ripped cargo shorts and flip-flops standing there, she almost said 'we don't need any magazines, today', then called for me. 

He reminded me of a magician with a bag of tricks. Extracting various things from his pockets and connecting them to the computer, he disappeared into cyber world until he finally asked "You know anyone named Duke Lukeman?"

"Fuck! That's my sneaking ex, that sonofabitch. Is he the one behind this?"

"Looks that way. Those e-mails originated from a computer registered to him; the ISP account is in his name."

"So he knows about us?" Allie sighed. "Now what are we going to do?"

"I didn't live with that cheating bastard for twelve years and not learn the way he thinks. Jeremy, we're going to need your help."

***

"He's in the tree," Allie whispered, the blinking red detector light freeze framing her face in a rosy glow. 

"Let's give him a few more minutes, and then we'll make our move; let him get really caught up in it."

'It' was the two of us going at it like famished sailors, only behind a gauzy curtain on a hi-def video screen with stereo sound courtesy of Jeremy, who also installed the tree alarm. We owed that young man big time, but he wouldn't take anything for his trouble saying he was glad to help.

Hiding in the dark by the utility shed, we giggled at the moans and shrieks coming from upstairs. We couldn't see into the tree, but we knew he was up there. Glancing at my watch's glowing dial, I saw ten minutes had passed since the alarm had gone off and we'd sneaked outside.

"Let's go."

We opened the shed doors and pulled our rubber tired utility cart filled to overflowing with split wood and cardboard boxes over to the base of the tree. The lovemaking noises from upstairs masked the sounds of us stacking our burden at the tree's base. When we were ready, Allie lit my propane torch and I screamed "You're gonna die, you bastard. Blackmail us will you."

I set fire to the cardboard which began blazing merrily. We had no intention of burning the tree, just scaring the shit out of him until he gave us the tape.

"Ohmygawd…please don't hurt me…please…please…I'll come down, just don't hurt me!"

We looked at each other in surprise. That's a woman's voice.

A video camera came hurtling down, smashing against the piled wood.

"There's the camera. Please don't hurt me."

I sprayed the burning cardboard with the extinguisher.

"C'mon down then, the fires out."

A rain of leaves and twigs fell on us, followed by a pair of shapely bare legs shinnying down the trunk. They belonged to a petite blonde woman wearing tight shorts and a red tee shirt bearing the slogan 'Heather's Fitness Service'. It was her. The woman my rat ex had abandoned me for. 

She dropped to the ground and stood shaking in fear. I guess we looked pretty scary all dressed in black with scarves over our faces. I snuffed the torch and pulled down my scarf. Allie did the same.

"Why were you up there?" I said menacingly. "Where's your partner? He not have the balls to come back?"

The girl began to cry and I weakened. I went over and hugged her while she sobbed, then composed herself. The poor kid was scared to death.

"He…he said I had to do it this time since I was getting half the money. I didn't want to, but he said if I didn't I'd get nothing and he'd blame everything on me."

"Sounds like Duke, always conniving and getting others to do his dirty work. Whatever the reason is that you're involved you're in this mess up to your eyeballs. Listen Heather, if you cooperate with us we'll stand up for you with the cops."

"I'll do whatever you want me to. He said he knew a way to get money so I could start my own fitness salon. Next thing I knew he showed me the video of you two making love and started talking blackmail. He said he knew you were keeping a low profile because of your careers. He said you'd pay big to keep this out of the media."

She paused for breath, her face flushed. 

"Where is he now?" Allie said in a low voice.

"At the apartment, he's waiting for me to call and tell him I have the pictures."

"Allie, you and Heather get in the Jag, I'm gonna turn that movie off and then we're going to see Duke."

***

Heather rang the apartment's doorbell then knocked as we stood against the wall out of range of the peephole.

"Duke Sweetie. My key won't work. Please open the door."

The lock clicked and the door opened.

"Why the hell didn't you call me…?"

Heather stepped aside and we barged in. For once his ruggedly handsome face wasn't wearing it's customary half-grin but was contorted in surprise. He backed away as we moved toward him, his eyes that of a cornered animal.

He stumbled over a hassock and Allie was on him like a duck on a June bug. She slammed him against a wall and held him there. Duke outweighed her by a good hundred pounds and was a head taller, but she was consumed with fury and he didn't stand a chance.

"Where are those tapes, you sonofabitch? Give them to me now or I'll rip your fucking dick off and make you eat it."

My mouth gaped in surprise. My sweet, ladylike Allie had become an avenging angel.

"I…I don't know what you're talking about."

"You fucking well know what I'm talking about, you bastard. Don't play games with me."

She reached down and squeezed his crotch, hard. He squawked and fell to his knees.

"That's just a sample. I want those tapes, motherfucker."

"Ohhhhh…shit…okay…okay…there's a box in the bedroom closet behind my golf clubs, they're in there."

"All of them? That better be all of them. Where's the camera?"

"It's all of 'em I swear. Heather has the camera."

"Kate, get those tapes."

They were where he said they'd be…five cassettes. I searched the bedroom just to make sure and then went back in the living room. Duke was slumped in a chair looking like shit with Allie glowering down at him. It felt good to see him like that. I noticed Heather was sitting on the couch not looking at him, her face solemn.

"They're all here, babe."

"Are you sure? I don't trust this scum."

"That's all of them," Heather said meekly, "The original and four copies. I suppose you're calling the police now."

I looked at Allie and she winked.

"Nope, we have what we came for. If my charming ex here doesn't have another blackmail scheme up his sleeve, we'll call it even."

Duke groaned but said nothing.

"Can I go with you?" Heather said, standing up. "I don't think I want to stay here tonight," she paused, "With him."




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Allie looked at me and I winked.

"Pack some things, we have plenty of room."

Duke mumbled something and tried to rise, Allie shoved him back.

"Don't even try it. If it wasn't for that poor girl your sorry ass would be in jail right now. So sit down and shut up."

This was a side to Allie I'd never seen. I loved her even more at that moment. 

Heather emerged from the bedroom pulling two suitcases and we left. I never looked back. I used to wonder why Duke had abandoned me; I kept my figure from college, always dressed nicely and wore makeup, kept the house spotless, brought in a steady paycheck while he jumped from one dealership to another as a car salesman. Now I saw him as he really was, a selfish bastard who did whatever suited him and screw everyone else. Good riddance.

***

Sitting around the kitchen table drinking tea and nibbling on cookies, Heather told us how she had met Duke at the gym and how he seemed so kind and loving. He told her he was divorced (the rat) and literally charmed the pants off her. Once he'd moved in and their sex wasn't as thrilling, he began drifting back to his old ways. By then she was totally smitten and overlooked as much as she could. The blackmail scheme was the last straw.

Allie showed her a guest room and the adjoining bath, bid her goodnight and went upstairs where I was waiting in the Jacuzzi. We were snuggled together in bed and drifting into sleep when there was a knock on the door. It was Heather.

We told her to come in and I switched on a bedside lamp. She was wearing a wisp of cloth masquerading as a nightgown and nothing else; her toned and tanned body putting any Playboy bunny to shame.

"I didn't mean to disturb you. I just wanted to thank you both for your generosity and compassion." She hesitated. "When I watched you making love this evening I thought it was so beautiful. I found myself becoming excited. I've never seen anything like it."

I sat up. "So you've never seen women make love?"

"Duke rented some porno DVD's once. Said they would enhance our sex life. Your lovemaking was so sweet, not nasty like those women in the movies."

Allie sat up, her full breasts swaying. We looked at each other and smiled.

"Would you like to join us, Heather?"

She nodded, her nightgown drifted to the floor and she crawled between us.

We kissed and caressed Heather, sucking her thick nipples and rubbing her clit. I dipped my head between her thighs and licked her pussy while Allie kissed her and stroked her breasts. She howled in pleasure as she came, grinding her wet cunt against my face.

We changed positions. Allie tongue fucked her and I soul kissed her, letting her taste her juices in my mouth. She had another back arching climax and squirted into Allie's mouth. She was insatiable and we kept at it all night long. Heather was a natural pussy licker and I almost fainted when she ate me out. Dawn was breaking as we fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, exhausted and happy.

Allie burned the tapes in the trash barrel; Heather moved in and soon had us slimmed down and toned up. I came out to my colleagues at the paper and Heather to her personal training clients; almost everyone was supportive. When Allie told her publisher she was in a relationship with two other women, she laughed and told Allie she was jealous. I sometimes wonder how different my life would have been if I'd brown bagged it on that day Allie and I met. But I didn't and I'm happy.

I must run, Heather has us doing ab crunches and I need to limber up. Bye.

***

So meet me tonight,

Just where a light shines from a window,

And as I take your hand,

Say that you'll be mine tonight.

***

Song: 'From a Window'. Performed by Billy J. Kramer with the Dakotas. Lyrics and music by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 06



There aren't enough words in the world to describe the woman standing over Jake. Starting with the obvious she's gorgeous, magnificent, stunning nearly a goddess in her own right. From her long legs flowing down from a blood red dress into open toed stiletto heels one of which was currently digging painfully into Jake's sternum to her full ripe chest barely contained behind the neckline that plunged nearly to her naval. Her lips and nails were painted the same bright offensive shade of devil red and her lips were curled back in a smile that was beautiful even from Jake's rather unfortunate vantage point. 

It suddenly occurred to him that he didn't know her name. He knew a lot about her. He knew she had a black cat named Jinx who first crossed her path on Friday the thirteenth. He knew that she carried around a voodoo doll of her ex boyfriend and whenever she was frustrated she'd jab a new needle into its tweed and cotton body. She only wore two colors; black and red. The supposed reason was that those two colors could be mixed without any significant conflict and the reality may not have been far off. The two colors both flattered her mocha hued flesh and made up for any imperfections she may have had. There weren't any that Jake could or had noticed. She might have been perfect except for a single unavoidable detail.

She had a gun pointed directly at his skull. A long barrel six shot revolver focused between his eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous but Jake's full attention was focused on a black hole. The hole was the barrel of the gun being aimed at him. It was actually his entire world. To the point of blocking out just how lovely she was and how far into ecstasy she'd been able to take him. She was going to put a bullet through his brain just because she was bored and thought it might make a pretty pattern when she splattered his skull. Jake clenched his eyes shut hoping that somehow if he couldn't see her then she'd go away. Instead it just allowed him to focus on the heel digging into his chest and for a single insane second he thought that at least when she shot him the pain would go away. Then she pulled the trigger. Jake heard it happen in two distinct steps. First there was a click and it was followed by an earth shattering boom.

Jake snapped upright in throwing the sheets away as he did. A cold sweat coated his entire body. He didn't have a clue where he was or how he'd gotten there. The whole day and night before were just a blur of that woman. She was stunning, mocha hued flesh, full pouty lips and emerald green eyes. Her jet black hair nearly came down to her ass. Jake could remember the way she'd moved almost like she was always dancing keeping her hips swaying constantly.

A sudden pain all along his back reminded him of something else. She'd dug her nails into his back when the two of them had fucked. They'd started standing up with her literally leaping into his arms and driving him till his back was against the wall. They eventually slid down the wall to the floor before he'd decided to pin her down just to keep her from clawing at him any longer. He'd dragged her half across the room then and had the rug burns on his knees to remind him. Jake smiled slightly at the memory.

"Where the fuck am I?" Jake muttered blinking the sleep from his eyes and looking around. He was lying in a single bed in a room barely big enough for the bed. The wallpaper was peeling away to reveal the yellow walls beneath. Sitting up was actually painful. His head was splitting from a night of drinking, his back ached from hours of sport fucking straight from Kama Sutra itself. He could remember that much but still his current location was a mystery.

His legs didn't want to support his weight forcing him to wobble slightly as he rose and walked to the window hoping that it would give him a clue to his whereabouts. It did. Though he'd never seen the city in person the New York skyline is unique. "What the fuck?" Jake whispered. It wasn't possible. Just last night he'd been in Florida. 

Miami Florida to be exact. He'd gone to a club with his friends when the most stunning woman he'd ever seen had walked. Walked wasn't the right word, she sauntered, she danced, she swayed like a cobra and slithered into his lap. As soon as she sat down she ordered a shot of Bacardi One Fifty One took it in a single gulp and then kissed him sharing what was left. From there it was like being caught in a hurricane, something Jake had personal experience with. Whatever her name was she could drink and drink until most soldiers would have been passed out in a puddle of their own puke.

Jake half stumbled half dragged himself to the bathroom letting the wall do all the heavy lifting. Normally he would have felt guilty about tearing the wall paper but it was already shot beyond repair. He wasn't once he was in it that the room could accurately be called a bathroom. The sink was actually built into the top of the toilet somehow. There was no curtain around the tiny show that didn't even have a cover on the drain. Which was at the moment was both good and bad. Good because Jake had been in here at some point the night before when he'd puked before getting back to the bed. It was bad because he was almost certain he'd seen something disappear back into the hole. He was completely certain that he wasn't going to be touching anything in that room though. "Just get my wallet and my phone and get out of here." 

"Where's my wallet?" Jake started to flip the bed over just because a little bit of violence would probably make him feel better but there wasn't enough room to flip the bed. After several minutes he found his wallet in the front pocket of his jacket empty of cash. It was hard to be upset though, he didn't know if she'd robbed him or if he'd spent it all on her. Either way she was worth it. 

She did this thing with her hips when she was riding him. Only her hips would move while the rest of her was almost perfectly still. Then she'd ride, bucking until Jake was forced to grab her hips and slow her pace just a bit. When Jake closed his eyes now he could see her on top of him body glowing from their sex. He could hear her voice like warmed honey promising him every fantasy every man's held and then going on to fulfill her promises. A silly smile crossed Jake's face as he remembered what happened after the first. . .group of shots.

That woman had reached into his pants, right there at the bar and walked him out to the parking lot after shouting to the entire bar that she was going to give him the most amazing blowjob ever. The woman then dropped his pants in the parking lot squatted down and started sucking and slurping. A moment later it was pouring rain but wasn't enough to stop her. It barely phased her and for Jake it was incredible to feel the rain on his back. She told him to take off his shirt just as she finished. Her hand slipped into her purse and the parking lot was suddenly filled with music. 

It was getting harder to put the memories in order. Jake had expected that the fog would rise and he'd be able to remember it all in order. That somehow he'd know why he was in New York hundreds of miles from home. He knew she'd been riding him while he was driving, she was a killer on the ole stick shift but they weren't getting clearer. 

There was one thing that was getting clearer by second. He had to find her. He didn't even remember her name but he remembered how she felt. How she tasted and smelled and he needed more of her. She'd spent a day running him ragged and it wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. 

It wouldn't be enough until she took away his pain.



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 07



A tribute to 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry released 2008.

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Dear Diary, I'm sorry I've taken so long to write in you but it's been such a busy fun filled weekend I just didn't have time. With both my bbf Kimberly and me turning eighteen this weekend, it all just turned into one big party. When Kimmy's parents had to leave town on her birthday they felt so badly they allowed me to spend the weekend with her. As soon as we heard their car door slam we called our boyfriends and invited them over and Diary right then I just knew it would be a weekend of firsts for yours truly.

Diary you know my boyfriend Chase, well, he brought booze with him, I think he stole it from his mom's house. I thought it would be soo hot, I was ready to give up my cherry to Chase anyway and this would be a perfect time to do it (it would be like me giving a present to Chase for my birthday) plus I'd get to try booze for the first time.

Then just like that, everything turned to shit. First Kimmy and Jason had a big fight cause he didn't bring her a present and then he stormed out. I told Chase he wasn't gonna get any (so no present for him) because I couldn't leave my BFF alone on her birthday. We played a drinking game but both Kim and I hated the taste of the booze so we quit playing. Diary, how do people drink that stuff, anyway Chase said he liked it but I think he was just trying to be 'The man,' (you know what I mean). What happened is Chase got drunk and then he got sick and ended up throwing up in the toilet and sleeping in the bathroom all night. Yeah I know Dairy, how romantic; sometimes I think men are just not worth it.

That left just me and Kim, which is OK because I have more fun with her than I ever do with Chase. We got into our nighties, I wore that sexy one, you know the one I hid from my mom, cause I, well you know, I was gonna do it with Chase so I wanted to look good. Kim just wore her old baby doll that she's had since she was like 16 but she still looked cute in it. Kimmy teased me saying she could see my nipples right through my nighty but I just said 'Duh I was trying to turn on my boyfriend, of course now he's drunk and passed out' (note to you Dear Diary I will never drink).

We turned on the tube to E and you'll never guess who was on, OK I'll tell you it was Paris. You know I hate her but Kimmy thinks she so hot. I asked her why and she said that Paris gets to do anything she wants and she doesn't care what anybody says. I asked her what if she just walked up to you and kissed you on the mouth and Kim said that would be hot so I said what if I kissed you on the mouth. I'm telling you Diary it was like my words just hung there in the air, everything stopped and Kim had this funny look on her and then I just did it I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips. Honest Diary, it was supposed to be a joke but it was like magic, her lips were so soft and I could taste the cherry Chapstick she always likes to wear. 

Diary I don't know what happened I guess she was just too hard to resist and we kissed again. I know it's wrong but it felt so good, I remember I kept hoping that Chase stayed passed out in the bathroom. It all started out as no big deal but Diary I learned that Kim is a bitchen makeout and once I started, there was no way I could stop. We forgot about the TV, we forgot about Chase and we forgot about how wrong it is for two girls to kiss. It was when I felt Kimmy's cute little nipples rubbing against my big ol' nasty ones that I realized we were headed down a dangerous road. When our nipples touched, it was like an electric shock and I just pushed away, then I stood up real fast.

We were both embarrassed casuse we knew we'd gone too far. We turned off the TV and went to bed spending the night sleeping in each other's arms (it was innocent I swear). In the morning, I got up to pee and there was Chase still sleeping with his arms around the toilet (disgusting) so I used the other loo. When I came back, Kim was still asleep on top of the covers. I sat beside her, just looking at my BFF, you know Dairy she is just so cute. Her nighty had pulled up exposing those precious little boobies of hers. Gosh, Diary I guess I'm glad I got big ones because the boys like them so much but Kim's are so damned adorable it makes me wish I could go without a bra sometimes. I looked at Kimmy's tiny little nipples all hard from being exposed to the cold morning air and it made me think about the night before when they were rubbing against mine. I swear I was getting wet down there and believe me Dairy I was getting ideas and kinda wishing that maybe we shouldn't have stopped when we did. Just when I was thinking about climbing back in bed with Kim I heard Chase calling my name. Don't worry Dairy he didn't 'get' any and right now I'm thinking he might never get any, but Kim, well I don't know but I sure am tempted. That's all for now, dear Diary but I promise to fill you in on the details about Kim's sleepover here tomorrow night. 



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 08



My Thanks to Robert Nix and Billy Gilmore, who wrote this song and to Billy Joe Royal who recorded it and made it a hit in 1969.

Cherry Hill Park 
(R. Nix/B. Gilmore) 

Mary Hill used to hang out in Cherry Hill Park 
The games she played lasted all day till way after dark 
All the girls they criticized her 
But all the guys just idolized her 
'Cause Mary Hill was such a thrill after dark 
In Cherry Hill Park 
CHORUS: 
Mary Hill sure was fun down in Cherry Hill Park 
Playing games with everyone till way after dark 
In Cherry Hill Park, Cherry Hill Park

All the girls in the town where I grew up criticized Mary Hill and called her a slut for the way she acted when she was hanging out at Cherry Hill Park and the games she played 'til way after dark. If they had to be honest, all the guys, or most of them, probably would have grudgingly agreed about her sluttiness. Even so, all of them I ever heard talk about her actually idolized her for it, because she was such a thrill to us, especially after dark. 

She was probably more of a thrill to me than any of the other guys around our small town. I knew Mary Hill ever since she was a very young girl, because her family and mine were next-door neighbors, and we went to school together, all the way from Kindergarten through high school, graduating a few months after our eighteenth birthdays. It happened she was exactly one day older than I and, with our families living so close together and being such good friends, we always celebrated our birthdays together. 

Mary Hill and I had so much fun together so many nights in Cherry Hill Park that the individual times tend to run together in my mind, but one afternoon and night do stand out. It was the last time we got together there, and it was certainly one of the best times, but still just one of many. Other guys can probably say the same thing, but I always thought of myself as something special to Mary Hill, and I will always remember this one time, in particular, the last time we played games 'til way after dark in Cherry Hill Park.

It was late afternoon of a hot day in late August, and I went to the park hoping to find Mary Hill. As usual, the first place I went was the merry-go-round that she really loved riding on. In the daytime, that is. At night was another matter entirely. She was there, just where I expected to find her, and she was wearing a white t-shirt and a blue mini-skirt and sneakers, and she had an old leather purse sitting between her feet. 

Like I said, we were really old friends, so I greeted her. "Hi, Mary," I said. I was never much good at small talk, but Mary Hill didn't care about that, which was another thing I liked about her. 

"Hi, George," she answered me, sticking out her chest to give me a good look at her breasts. 

I got a really good look, because, like I said, it was a hot day, and Mary Hill was sweating, and the t-shirt was skin-tight. She wasn't wearing a bra – she never did - and the thin fabric was plastered against her, so tightly I could see her boobies right through it. They were big and succulent, and were topped by dark brown nipples. She had dark brown hair too, and blue eyes and really fair skin. I think she was mostly of Irish descent, but I never worried about that. To me and the other guys, she was a hotsy, but really sweet. 

"Wanna ride with me?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer. 

The merry-go-round was slowing down, and she jumped off, holding onto one of the vertical rails. This wasn't a carousel like you see in amusement parks, with music and horses and lions and stuff like that. It was made of a fifteen foot tall steel post that was imbedded in the ground and had a steel ring that turned in circles around the top of the post. Radiating out from that center ring, like spokes on a wagon wheel, were steel supports, and there was a big steel ring connected to the ends of all the supports. Hanging down from where the outside ring was fastened were rails, and Mary Hill was hanging onto one of them. 

The bottom ends of those rails were bolted to the ends of wooden planks, with each rail fastened to two adjacent planks. There was no power source; the merry-go-round was started by people running alongside it and pushing on the rails and, when it was going fast enough, jumping onto a plank to ride until it slowed down, followed by jumping off and pushing and riding again. It was very low tech and cost nothing to operate, except occasional greasing and, once in a while, some other maintenance. 

Anyhow, Mary Hill started running beside the merry-go-round, and I grabbed the next rail after the one she had, and ran and pushed right behind her. When it was going fast enough, we jumped on, and stood on the planks holding onto the rails. I was standing upright, but Mary Hill was bending way over, and her mini-skirt was riding high up over her hips. She was wearing skimpy white panties under the skirt, not much more than a thong, and they were wet with her sweat and were plastered against her body. I had a good view of her ass cheeks and I could even see her cute little brown rosebud, because the material of her panties was thin and they were pressed tightly against her. All us guys agreed, in the daytime, Mary Hill was a teaser, but neither I nor any of the others objected because, after it got to be dark, she was such a pleaser. 

After a couple of short rides like that, two more guys, Pete and Andy showed up, and they got eager eyes watching Mary go round, just as I had. We all knew each other. I had even played games with Mary Hill and Pete before, but not with Andy, and we all said hello. They joined us on the merry-go-round, and got the same view of her ass through the wet panties as I had been getting. After a couple dozen more rides, we could all see night was getting closer; the sun had gone down, and the street lights had come on. 

"Do you think it's dark enough yet?" she asked. 

We knew what she meant, and all the guys were in agreement and said it was dark enough to start playing the games we all loved. 

"I think you're right. Okay, follow me. George, you and Pete know the place." She picked up her purse and started walking to the spot where we all wanted to go.

Having been there before, neither Pete nor I would ever forget, but we let her lead the way. We followed Mary Hill to a thick growth of bushes, turned sideways to go between two of the biggest, turned left and right again, and ended up at a nice mossy area in the middle of the thicket. The circular clearing was about eight feet across, and there was still light enough overhead for us to see what we were doing, but the bushes were so thick we couldn't see out, and nobody could see us. This was the place where Mary Hill liked to play games 'til 'way after dark, and she stopped and smiled at all of us as we clustered around her. 

"You know what I want first," she said. I want George to eat my pussy." 

Nobody had any objections to that, least of all me. I knew Mary Hill to be prime eating stuff from my tongue having frolicked all over her pussy before. The other guys had no objections either, because Pete knew they would do more than just sit around and watch, and he had probably told Andy. While I had my face buried in her crotch, they would be kneeling beside her and getting head. She wouldn't actually suck them off; she never did that, unless she was in her period, and that was not the case that night. Mary Hill much preferred fucking to sucking, but she also liked the feel of a cock in her mouth, and she would be fondling them with her lips and tongue while I was bringing her to her first orgasm of the night. 

After that, we would take turns fucking her, with Mary deciding who went first, although I was sure that would be me. After everybody had cum at least once, with her cumming at least four times, she would decide what else we would do, if anything. Playing games with her in Cherry Hill Park was so much fun, none of us objected to having Mary Hill deciding who did what with her and when. 

When playing those kinds of games, we all like to get naked, so Pete took hold of the hem of Mary's t-shirt and started pulling up. It was so wet and so tight that Andy put his hands under it and cupped her breasts to keep them out of the way. When that pair of beauties had been cleared, she raised her arms, and the two men pulled it all the way over her head and off. Mary Hill shook her hair back into place, making her lovely breasts sway and bounce enticingly in front of herself, but we had already been enticed. 

I knelt in front of her, unbuttoned and unzipped her mini-skirt and pulled the short strip of cloth down. Mary Hill leaned on my shoulders so she could step out of the skirt and Andy hung it on a handy branch next to her t-shirt. She kept leaning on me while I took off her sneakers and sox. From anticipation of the games we were starting to play, she was really turned on already, and I could tell by the delectable aroma of her pussy. She lay down in front of me, with her leather purse under her head and her legs spread, so I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off, so Mary Hill lay naked on the moss-covered ground. 

She stared, unspeaking, at me, and I took the hint and unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt. I tossed it aside and quickly divested myself of my pants, jockey shorts, shoes and socks. Pete and Andy did the same, followed by kneeling on either side of her face. Mary smiled at the sight of the three of us, all as naked, as she, and reached out to fondle the cocks of the other two men. They were fully erect, as was mine, but she couldn't reach mine because I was between her legs. I already knew Pete was pretty well hung, about the same as I, but Andy's cock was much smaller. Mary Hill liked nice big ones in her pussy, and I wondered what she would do about Andy, but I also felt it was no concern of mine. 

She was ready, so I started by leaning forward, and Mary Hill raised her legs and rested them on my shoulders so I could wrap my arms around her sexy, plump thighs. There was nothing coy about Mary, or skinny either, because her body was built the way heterosexual men, except for fashion designers, fantasize about. Andy and Pete and I weren't fantasizing that day, of course, because we had the very sexy young woman surrounded in the bushes, and she and we three men were all ready for an evening of great sex. 

Night had almost completely fallen, and I couldn't see very well, which was kind of a shame, because I knew Mary Hill's pussy to be one of the most beautiful sights in the world. However, I was able to smell the heavenly aroma, the most delectable scent I knew of, and I pleased my taste buds by licking the fresh juices off her legs and crotch. The flavor was even better than their scent. Mary Hill was already murmuring happily as I started licking one of her outer lips. Her light brown pubic hair was soft and sparse, and the skin of the lip felt even better to my tongue than the soft texture of her inner thighs had. Very slowly, my tongue meandered all the way to her Mount of Venus, where I kissed her, followed by bringing my tongue back down to her lovely pink hole again.

She had produced another large quantity of delicious juices, and I carefully licked all of them from her, not wanting to waste any. After my tongue had cleaned off Mary Hill's pussy, I started licking her other outer lip, and treated this one the same as I had the first one. Her body was starting to squirm under me as my tongue slowly worked its way to her mons again, and I kissed her there and raised my head to see what results my ministrations were having on her. 

It was too dark for me to see much, but I could feel the movements of her body, and I could see her face moving back and forth between the other guys. I knew she was sucking and licking on their cocks, the way she liked to do, and both of them were fondling a big, luscious breast. She only used her tongue or lips for a few seconds on either one. Later, after she got more excited from what my mouth was doing, she would stop doing even that much, and concentrate on cumming, which would be almost as much of a thrill for me as for her. 

Being a lot more interested in eating Mary Hill's pussy than thinking about what else was happening, I brought my mouth back down to her pink hole and feasted on all the delicious juices she had just produced. Their flavor was to die for, and I made sure I got it all before starting to lick between an inner and an outer lip. Her pussy was a lot more sensitive there than most other places, and her movements became more strenuous; she even started fucking up into my face while my tongue traveled all the way to the end of her inner lip. 

It was too dark for me to see, but I knew her inner lips merged there to form her clit hood and, when I delicately touched that sweet little cutie with the tip of my tongue, I could tell it was so swollen it had pushed its way out from under its protection. I looked up toward Mary Hill's face again, and I could see she had stopped giving head to the other guys and was concentrating on what she and I were doing. Like I said, she knew what she wanted, and she let me know what it was. 

"I love that, George. Keep eating me 'til I cum." 

"I love it too," I told her. "You are delicious and you smell great." That wasn't any kind of flattery; she really did taste great, and the aroma of her pussy was almost as good. 

I could have brought her to an orgasm then by sucking on her clit, but I didn't want to, at least not right away. Most women, including Mary Hill, have their best climaxes from having their pussies eaten if the guy keeps going until she is at the peak of her arousal before he starts sucking her clit. My intention was to wait until the best time before wrapping her man in the boat in my tongue and lips and sucking on her, and I knew that was what she wanted too. 

Besides that, we were really having a great time getting her there. By that time, it was too dark to see her body, especially because the lights in the park didn't penetrate through the heavy brush, but I could feel her legs thrashing against the sides of my face and her pussy when it started thrusting up against me. Besides those movements, she was sighing and cooing in bliss from what I was doing, which has always been one of the most delightful sounds I have ever heard. 

Mary Hill started expressing even more joy when my tongue began to caress between her other pair of inner and outer lips. I treated this pair of labia the same as I had the first ones, and she started moaning from what my mouth was doing for her pussy. Her body became more active too, and I could feel how she was rocking from side to side from the intense pleasure I was giving her. Once again, when I reached the end of her inner lip, I touched the tip of my tongue against her clit, and she responded by starting to thrust her legs out and back past the sides of my head. 

She was really excited sexually, and almost ready to cum, so I started below her dripping pink hole again. After devouring all the fresh juices, I probed the tip of my tongue against the bottom edge, relishing the drops of Mary's pussy juice that flicked out to please my taste buds. From there, I licked up the sides of that hole, thrusting my tongue against the sides and dipping the tip into the bubbling cauldron of nectar. When I reached the top of the wet pinkness, I knew she was ready for her first orgasm of the night. 

She knew it too. Her whole body was thrashing under me and she was begging me to make her cum. "Suck my clit," she pleaded with me. "Suck my clit and make me cum." 

Mary Hill was at the apex of her sexual excitement, so I moved my face up and enveloped her clit in my mouth. With my lips acting as a seal, I sucked while my tongue stroked the engorged sides and top. After less than a minute, I heard her soft cry of exquisite joy, and she started cumming. 

Her thighs clamped tightly onto the sides of my head, and Mary Hill's hands grabbed onto my hair, which was long and thick back then. She rammed her pussy into my face, which was the nicest place in the world for it to be, and her legs began swinging wildly from side to side, carrying me as a very willing prisoner. I kept a tight grip on her thighs and kept my mouth wrapped around her clit and kept licking and sucking for as long as she was cumming. When she climaxed, it was with another shut of ecstasy; all the muscles in her body convulsed and she rammed her pussy into my face for a final time. 

After her great orgasm, as good as she usually enjoyed while playing games in Cherry Hill Park, Mary Hill relaxed completely onto the ground. I licked all the nectar off her thighs, crotch and the outside of her pussy. Although it was hard to pass up something so delicious, I left the fresh juices inside the place that had produced them, because I knew they would be needed for lubrication. After eating as much as I would allow myself, I stayed on my knees, backed out from under her legs and let them fall to the ground. 

"That was great, George," she said. "I hope you can give my pussy as much fun with your cock." 

That was my intention. It was too dark to see much, so I put my hands on Mary Hill's legs and crept up until I was close to being in position to fuck. I felt forward, and discovered her hands were between her legs, spreading her pussy lips, so I leaned forward, supporting my upper body on my left hand while my right hand guided my cock until I felt the tip between her fingers. I was aware she was taking birth control pills, and I also knew nobody had ever caught the clap from her and, even if I did, it was easy to cure. This was long before AIDS was even heard of, so fucking without protection was not such a big deal, even with a girl who had as many partners as Mary Hill had. 

"Right there," she murmured as she felt the end of my cock pressing against the hole it was about to start stuffing. 

Still holding my shaft, I moved it up and down to spread some of the plentiful wetness that was available, and Mary Hill guided it so the tip was in place. Once I was fully ready, she moved my cock ever so slightly so it was perfectly positioned.

"Right there," she whispered, and I thrust forward and felt the head of my cock wedge into the wet, warm place we both wanted it. 

Mary Hill breathed in sharply. "Yeah! Yeah! Like that!" she urged me. "Give me that nice, big cock." 

I started giving it to her, just as she wanted. I'm not all that well hung as Mary Hill was implying, but I reacted to her flattery the way she wanted. When I thrust forward the second time, another two inches of my cock slid into her wet pussy, eliciting moans of joy and more urging me on. Enough of my cock was inside her that I no longer needed to guide it, so I slipped my arms under hers until I was resting on my elbows on the mossy ground. She felt me lying atop her, but leaving her room to move under me, and Mary Hill reached her hands up to grip my upper arms. 

"Give it to me, George," she whispered into my ear. "Give me that big, hard cock. I really need to cum again." 

I gave it to her, slowly and plunging it in more deeply with every thrust. Mary Hill spread her thighs wider, allowing an additional fraction of an inch of my hard cock to plunge into her pussy and wrapped her ankles around my legs. The next time she felt it surging into her, she flexed her thigh muscles to pull herself forward and pushed against my arms to fuck back to meet me. All the rest of my cock drove into her pussy, and I could feel her pubic hair mingling with mine. 

We lay like that, her pussy squeezing and releasing the entire length of my shaft, and I know pleasure was washing over her body too, from the presence of my cock. After a few seconds, I drew most of the way back, paused briefly and drove all the way into her pussy again. She fucked back to meet me, and our bodies came together with a satisfying wet sound and mutual sighs of pleasure. The next stroke was just as good and just as wet, and so were the many that followed that one. 




Lustful Lyrics Ch. 09



Abby sat in an internet cafe, close to work typing in the code that gave her the allotted internet time she had paid for. The bare minimum of one hour. The knots that had formed in her stomach twisted once more, and she took her shaky hands from the keyboard and looked around furtively. Kids wagging school hammered at keyboards as they played MMORPG's and several random lost looking backpackers stared at the screens. She breathed deeply and raised her hands to the keys again.

The rabbit shaped card sat beside the computer keyboard face down, a single website was printed on the back, no name, no other distinguishing marks. It had arrived on her desk at work this morning attached to a small bunch of brightly coloured wildflowers. Abby knew who had sent it deep within her heart, and she had resisted the urge to log onto the website until now. She sat silently tears misting her eyes as she stared at the screen, the song singing quietly from the headphones she had left hanging around her neck, "Run rabbit run."

The images on the screen were lurid, and the young pet girl, leashed, bound and in varying poses looked back at the voyeur with a small teasing smile. Abby barely recognised the girl anymore and a verse of the song playing appeared on the screen as it sung through the headphones.

"I over-ride objections - I'm not listening to "no"The only thing to ask yourself - is how far d'you want to go?Cause you're warm and wet and willing - and your heart betrays you tooWhen you gonna wake up and let this dream come true?"

Abby clicked the website closed and took a deep breath. She had built a whole new life for herself over the last decade. She had moved to the opposite end of the country taking a job as a hotel clerk in an exclusive resort. She had a quick mind and an eagerness to please. Even the most demanding guest was never too much trouble for her. Her personality and work ethic saw her given management training, and she had quickly advanced to a management positions, and that allowed her to travel and move within the chain of resorts. She never stayed in one city longer than two years.

Hiding in plain sight, in crowded resort towns along the coast, she had allowed herself to believe he had let her go. She barely resembled the girl in the pictures on the website anymore, not physically nor emotionally. She had done a lot of growing up since then. She gathered her things and stood surprised at how shaky her legs felt beneath her and walked out into the sunlight.

Lifting her face to the sun Abby took a deep breath, and walked back toward work her mind working over why he had contacted her now. Just to scare her, to torment her, to reclaim his property? Surely not, it had been so long, she was not the nubile young girl from so long ago. The song stayed in her head rolling around words of love, but she knew it wasn't love, it was obsession and power that drove the man she had run from so many years ago.

One of the benefits of the management package she enjoyed the hotel chain she worked for was that he had a room to live in. It was modest by the hotels standards, but it suited her to have people around her constantly. She felt safer somehow in a crowd than she ever did alone. Walking past the maintenance manager she smiled and joked lightly about current drama's of guests and went to her room.

She figured she was being watched as the flowers had arrived here at the hotel, she could run, she had some savings but then what? She wasn't the young naive girl he had taken to his remote cattle station and imprisoned anymore. She was older, wiser and lacked the prettiness of youth. Once he saw her he would realise she was not that same girl. She looked at her computer still debating calling HR and demanding immediate relocation as she had in the past when she felt she was being watched but shook her head. It was time to stop running.

She dressed conservatively in a nondescript shift dress, with matching low heel pumps. She left her hair hanging loose and aware of her position in the hotel she left her makeup in place if slightly subdued as a small concession. Her heart raced as her mind remembered her previous life as his 'rabbit' and she packed a small case with all the things essential to her leaving it just inside her door. It didn't hurt to be prepared she counselled the part of herself who was trying to hold it all together and believe he would leave her alone once she spoke to him.

"You can do this, Abby," she spoke softly to herself, "Just say no." Grabbing her hand bag she went looking for Brian the maintenance manager to ask him to retrieve the bag she had packed and put it in the luggage storage room behind the front desk. Reminding herself that she was a grown woman now, she walked to the bar to sit and wait for whatever was coming. The flowers had arrived yesterday, but she had worked the night shift and had worried over its meaning all night. Unable to sleep the following morning as much as she tried she had finally given up and walked the streets of the city window shopping until unable to resist any longer she had entered the internet cafe.

Maybe he wouldn't come or be here. The thought flared hopefully. Maybe he had wanted to scare her into running again as she had twice before when she thought he might have located her. The words of the song sang in her head, "Run rabbit run." Stealing herself Abby walked into the bar of the hotel and pulled up a stool, it was time to stop running.

Smiling at Roxanne as she approached from behind the counter she ordered a well needed drink and some nuts to nibble at realising she hadn't eaten all day. Brian came to find her some time later as he finished work for the day and sat on a stool beside her. "Why the bag?" He asked.

Looking up at her friend she smiled, "Earning my Boy Scout badges this week, always be prepared, dib-dib dob-dob and all that."

"Come have dinner with me," he smiled at her, "You probably haven't eaten much as usual and that's what, your third drink?"

"I'm sort of waiting for someone," Abby hedged.

"More reason to eat. You don't want to be falling over drunk when they arrive," he laughed and helped her from the stool encouraging her to go with him.

"Why do people think they can make me do whatever they want. Haven't I proved I can look after myself," she shot back angrily taking Brian by surprise.

"I don't know what is going on with you tonight, but something is stressing you out," he looked at her trying to read her face, "It might help to talk to a friend rather than drown your sorrows."

Abby shook her head, how could she tell this kind man that beneath this conservative appearance that she had been branded like an animal as belonging to the owner and master of Blue Ridge Station. She pulled at the high collar of the conservative dress almost feeling the leather of the shock collar around her neck once more as her thoughts became darker and the fear of returning to that time in her life wrapped its icy hand around her heart.

Brian was looking at her closely his eyes full of concern. "I'm sorry," she said, "Food would be good. Thanks."

Brian also apologised, "Meet you halfway," he smiled picking up two menu's from the bar and smiling. "Let's grab a table in here though, it's uncomfortable eating up at the bar."

Abby was grateful for the company, and with no sign of David in the bar, she began to relax with Brian. Several work colleagues and residents of the corporate hotel joined them as the night wore on and the entertainment, a solo guitarist and singer began his first set. Once again Abby felt safe within the crowd. She allowed herself to forget for a while why she had come alone to the bar

Close to midnight as the bar was winding down the musician thanked the crowd for a fantastic night and began his final song a request from the tall man in the back corner. Abby froze as she heard the first chords. Her head came up and looked around to the back corner of the bar and stared into the piercing blue eyes as the song sang around her, "Run Rabbit Run."

Feeling brave with her friends around her and the false courage of alcohol coursing through her veins she excused herself and stood up shakily. Brian stood with her putting a hand on her arm, "You look pale are you okay?"

"Yeah going to the bathroom, I won't be long," she reassured the gruff man.

Abby turned toward David and straightened her back, finally facing a man she had run from for over a decade. She felt her resolve crumble with each step she took, she knew here in this place he had no power over her, but she felt it none the less and by the time she stood close enough to talk to him her throat had constricted, barely letting out a squeak as she said, "Hello, David."

If he was shocked that she had not called him Master, she could not see it as he looked down on her with a slight curl on his lips, "It's been a long time Rabbit. Are you ready to come home?" His voice was soft gentle even, and she was stunned by his question.

"Surely you are joking," Abby gasped, "It's been ten years you don't want me anymore."

"You all I ever think about, all I dream of too. You're always on my mind, always and for all time. I would travel anywhere to retrieve you. You are mine, Rabbit," he spoke calmly, he wasn't mad, he wasn't sad, he didn't even seem happy to see her. He spoke as if it was well known fact and as if he was picking her up after a day at work. He asked again, "Are you ready to come home, Rabbit?"

"No," she said, "No, don't you get it? I don't want to go home with you, ever!"

David didn't react as if he had heard her at all, "I love you, Rabbit, and you love me too. You could not find someone to replace me or the way it is when we are together. We belong to each other, Rabbit, when are you going to realise that and accept what you have to do." He spoke as if to a recalcitrant child. "I will be in town for a few more days. I am staying at the Park Royal when you are ready to come to me."

Open mouthed, she stared unbelievably up at him, Abby said nothing. As always he was as immovable as a rock. He bent low and kissed her cheek murmuring in her ear, "Don't take too long." He walked out of the bar leaving her staring speechless after him.

Returning to her friends she stayed for one last drink with them before returning to her room. She lay awake trying to make sense of his appearance and his calmness. She had expected anger and punishment when he finally found her, or disgust at how she had aged over the last ten years. Not the profession of love and the request to return home. Home she thought, Blue Ridge, his cattle station, had never been her home. It had been her prison.

As Abby drifted off to sleep the image of him a decade earlier, sprang into her mind, tall and muscular with a weather worn face. He was the epitome of the rustic cowboy in his akubra and chambray shirt the first day she had met him. She had gone to the Ekka, the state fair in her part of the world, and being a city girl she had always liked visiting the animals that were entered in various 'best of breed' competitions.

Bright and bubbly she wandered past stalls with her friends astonished at the sizes of some of the beasts on show. They had made their way to the animal nursery set up for children with pregnant mothers and baby animals. It was meant as a teaching part of the exhibition for school groups and those interested in animal husbandry.

Abby had been rubbing noses with a baby rabbit when he strode into the building leading a red kelpie with a bulging belly to a stall close to where they stood. Abby had watched as the tall rugged man squatted next to the dog and stroked her softly, murmuring to her in a deep rumble. As if trained to deliver on command, the dog produced a litter of six pups to the astonished squeals of the watchers, all the while the man stroked the dogs head and murmured.

Abby had held the bunny close stroking its soft fur as she watched on, the man looked up, and she met his eyes. The piercing blue gaze seemed to bore into her, and she looked away turning her eyes down the rabbit she held. When she looked up again he was again tending the dog, she was lapping at the wet pups as they struggled to reach her belly to suckle their first breakfast.

Turning from the scene, Abby returned the rabbit to its pen and went with her friends to side show alley eager to see the new thrill seeking rides that had arrived at this year's fair. As the sky grew dark, the friends all trooped over to the stockman's bar where they could drink in the beer garden and still see the high fireworks of the display going on in the main arena. The bar was full of farmers and ranchers most still wearing hats even though the sun had long gone down.

The girls had been flirting outrageously with the country boys who were happily plying them with drinks. Abby was enjoying the attention and fun of the rowdy bar and the people crammed into the small space. She was on her way to the toilets when she noticed the cowboy from the animal nursery leaning against a wall. His eyes flickered to her and he nodded in her direction before returning to his conversation, and she hurried on.

Emerging from the bathroom Abby glanced over to where she had seen the cowboy, but he had disappeared from his spot against the wall. Returning to her friends she was surprised to find him nearby to their table talking with a group involving two of her friends. She was introduced to him and as she smiled and extended her hand he took it and within the noisy din had said, "Hello Rabbit." Believing he had just misheard her name she let it go and smiled, "Hello, David," before joining in the conversations going on around her.

Through flirtations and contacts made that night, the girls had managed to secure passes to enter the Ekka for the whole ten day duration free of charge. They had visited their new friends in the animal pens and watched the judging ceremonies of various breeds of farm animals. Abby visited the new mother kelpie and her pups each day always picking up a bunny to cuddle and hold while she was in the nursery, lamenting that it was such a shame rabbits were not able to be kept as domestic animals any longer in Australia.

David seemed to be everywhere over the next few days as Abby and her friends visited the Ekka to see the country boys and their stock. Sitting in the small arena to watch the wood chopping he had appeared beside her, walking around the amazing mural like displays of fruit she had seen him watching her from the corner as he spoke to another man. Each time he greeted her he called her Rabbit despite her correction and repetition of her name.

He seemed to enjoy her frustration at having to correct him as his mouth quirked into a half smile each time. In the end, she gave up and just accepted that he was teasing her. Particularly after a trip to the animal nursery to see the red kelpie and her cute pups when David had been there, the laconic man approached her, "You're missing your friend."

"Oh they're around," she pointed as two walked through the door following some several minutes after her arrival.

"No," he said abruptly and turned walking to the rabbit pen, picking up a baby bunny by the scruff of its neck and placing it in her hand with a knowing smile. "He misses you when you're not around," he said cryptically and turned his piercing blue gaze on her face again and smiled lopsidedly.

The man confused her. He had a quiet foreboding presence. He was tall good looking but seemed to be more reserved than the other men who had arrived for the fair. She and her friends, on the other hand, were bright and bubbly enjoying the attention of men away from home and playing up in the big city. She found herself looking around for him more often as the fair began to draw to an end.

She couldn't quite put her finger on what drew her to the tall silent man, he was handsome that was for sure, but there was something enigmatic about him, and her curiosity about him made her mind wander about him all the time. On the final day of the fair, she entered the animal nursery alone to say goodbye to the mother kelpie and her bunny friend, she was disappointed not to see him there. Perhaps it was best she told herself, to leave him as the enigmatic fantasy man she would be able to day dream about during her boring University lectures.

Two months later, a friend who had been dating one of the cowboys they had met during that week had invited her to the Warwick Rodeo to watch him ride. She, in turn, had invited Abby and another friend to go with her on the long drive to the country town. It was there that David found her the day they arrived. He had stood back watching her several minutes before she felt the prickle of being watched against her neck and turned to find the source. She smiled as her eyes found him lounging against the fence near the stall she had been at buying ice cream.

"Hello Rabbit," he had said as she got closer and she shook her head at him.

"Abby, my name is Abby," she laughed, "Hello David."

"Of course it is," he grinned at her then, "It's nice to see you again, Rabbit. Come I have something to show you." He held out his hand and she took it following him to a trailer parked off to the rear of the rodeo slightly apart from the many others. In a small pen, there was a red Kelpie pup jumping up and barking at the sight of her owner. Picking her up and handing her to Abby he smiled, "You were there the day she was born."

Abby giggled as the dog licked her face in greeting and wriggled excitedly in her arms. "She reminds me of you," David murmured, "An excitable bitch, but I believe she can be trained to my liking." Abby's head came up, and she blinked her eyes, the words 'excitable bitch' and 'trained' making her back stiffen in indignation, but the pup licked her excitedly and wriggled so much her attention was quickly taken away again.

David just watched her as she petted and spoke to the pup, "Such a pretty girl aren't you?" Abby cooed at the puppy, "You're so cute I wish I could take you home. Yes, I do." She eventually put the squirming puppy back in her pen and smiled, "What did you call her?"

"Abby," he smirked, "She reminded me of you as I said, excitable but she can be trained." He watched her carefully and saw her stiffen at his words making his smirk bigger. He walked her back to the bustle of the rodeo in silence.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" She laughed.

"Seems a waste if I don't have anything to say," he shot back.

They spent a great deal of the three day rodeo together after that, getting to know each other as dating couple might. Abby was entranced by him. Always in control and quiet to the point of almost seeming moody. If one was to look up laconic in the dictionary, Abby thought, his picture would be there. It made her feel special though, that the rare smiles he gave seemed to be saved for her.

She found he lived on a cattle station called Blue Ridge, it was his family's station, but he had built his own house and lived quite independently from them. It was an extremely large ranch, and he and his brother had both built houses there but were still a good half hours drive from each other and their parents. Abby couldn't even imagine how immense the station the truly was. At the grand old age of twenty-seven David's parents had been forcing him to attend as many of these social events as possible in the hopes he would find a girl to settle down with as his brother had done.

For her part, she told him of being just about to graduate with a business degree and how she wanted to work in tourism somehow. She was a city girl and honestly didn't know much about farming or cattle stations aside of that's where the food came from. He had laughed at her on more than one occasion over the few days they had spent together. She exclaimed over the bulls and horses and stepped in the soft, round pads that littered the ground, in her less than sensible shoes making him chuckle.




Lustful Lyrics Ch. 09



The second night of the rodeo they had attended a Jamboree, the band had been lively and people danced where they stood slapping their thighs and calling out at various times throughout the songs. Abby had never been a fan of country music, but the atmosphere was all encompassing and she yelled "Yee haw" with the crowd and even tried to join in a group of line dancers laughing hysterically with her friends as they slipped in their high heels while the booted dancers slid across the floor.

As the band did it last call, David took her in his arms, and they danced closely to the soft guitar melody of the final song, the rabbit song. The song had become their song, and at the time it spoke to her of love and romance. Abby roused herself from her reverie her stomach twisting at how those words had changed for her over time. She got a drink of water and looked at herself in the full length mirror. "You are not that same young girl," she reminded herself out loud. Turning away she looked at the bed and sighed as tiredness swept over her and once again she lay down and closed her eyes.

Drifting off into a light doze she was once again in his arms dancing to the familiar melody of the song. They had left the dance hall after the song with many other patrons and holding her hand tightly he had dragged her away from the buildings into the quiet of the side alley. Pressing her against the wall of the building he had bent low and kissed her deeply. "Stay with me tonight," he murmured and she felt the need she could hear in his voice equally. She nodded not trusting her voice, "I need to hear you say yes," he murmured and bent to brush his lips against hers,

"Yes," she whispered, "Yes." 

He straightened taking her hand once again and dragging her behind him he headed for the trailers. Pulling her inside he slammed the door and bent cupping her face in his hands he kissed her deeply, his hands pulled at her clothes as he continued to kiss her. Within minutes, their clothes lay around their feet, and he had picked her up and walked the two paces to the bed looming over her his piercing blue eyes raking over every inch of her body. His hands followed the trail of his eyes as he explored her curves. While not fat, she was solidly built and had large firm tits that he squeezed gently gauging her reaction.

Abby arched up off the bed as his hands travelled over her torso, she watched him as he inspected her, she reached up to wrap her hands around his neck but he stopped her pulling her hands above her head and kissing her deeply. He was tall enough to hold her hands with one of his and trail kisses down her neck and over her tits sucking the nipples into his mouth and lightly chewing on them. Abby moaned softly in pleasure her hips rolling beneath him. She found she had little movement as he pinned her lower body with his own and held her hands tightly, he whimpered as he sucked on the soft white skin of the underside of her breasts leaving them throbbing with the deep bruises of love bites.

Kissing down her body he nipped at her flesh with sharp teeth stopping to mark her hip with another dark purplish bruise brought out by his suctioning mouth and teeth. Her soft, breathy moans and whimpers seem to urge him on as he devoured her flesh. Unable to move lower while holding her hands in place he changed position. He moved quickly to kneel above her head trapping her wrists below his knees.

Abby looked up at the massive erect cock as he lowered both it and his balls over her face. She parted her lips seeing him holding his cock pointed at her mouth, and he slid it between her lips. He then leaned further covering her body with his own, his hands wrapping around her thighs and pulling them widely as she sucked at his cock. She felt his teeth nip at the soft flesh of her inner thighs before sucking the flesh to leave her another bruised love bite directly below the glistening lips of her wide open cunt.

Using his fingers he pulled her cunt lips apart before swiping his tongue along the length of swollen clit and inner lips delving it into her leaking hole and tasting her. Abby bucked her hips at the delicious sensations, and she felt his hands dig into her flesh holding her still as she panted and squealed around his cock, which filled her mouth. His feet moved to each side of her head twisting the flesh of her arms as the position of his legs changed to hold her completely at his mercy.

She had never felt so vulnerable, and it fed her passion for this man, her cowboy, his hips moved slowly to fuck her mouth not enough to make her gag but filling her mouth entirely before drawing it back out. He matched his rhythm with his fingers as they entered her and he drew her clit into his mouth toying with it, his tongue flickering and his teeth scraping lightly over the surface as he pulled on it slightly making her issue muffled whining noises around the cock that slid effortlessly between her lips.

Abby had never felt anything like the waves that rolled up through her body making her legs shake almost violently as her head exploded and she cried out. He pulled his cock from her mouth not wanting to be accidentally bitten as she came hard over his fingers, his mouth moving to the unmarked thigh biting it deeply leaving teeth marks and sucking the flesh into his mouth revelling in her cries of mixed pain and pleasure feeling her body jerk and shake beneath him.

Releasing his tight hold on her movements David moved again, turning quickly to slide between her legs pulling them up over his shoulders as he loomed over her. He entered her brutally, forcing his rock hard cock deeply into her tight cunt just to hear her cry out again. His fingers dug into the bites on her thighs as he held her wide and stared down into her sex glazed eyes. Doubling her over he forced his way forward, fucking her hard possessing her mouth and devouring her cries of pleasure as if they were the sweetest chocolate.

Feeling his own orgasm approach he lifted back up and pounded her hard watching her face as he finally growled deep and low pumping his cum into her and collapsing beside her onto the bed both of them breathing raggedly into the small space of the trailer. 'So that's what wild animal sex is like,' Abby thought to herself, turning her head to look at David. There was a buzzing in her ears, and in the dream self looked around confused. She couldn't work out where it was, her dream self morphed and slid until she was no longer in the trailer that first night with David, she was in the kennel he made her sleep in when she was disobedient on the station. The buzzing seemed to be coming from the shock collar except it didn't buzz, the buzzing was in her ears.

Consciousness slowly came back to Abby and she rolled over groaning at her alarm clock. Shaking off the dream that seeing David again had brought on and she went and showered grateful she had a day off. Most of her wanted to run away, far away, but it was time to stop. Walking naked through the hotel room she lived in she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and moved closer twisting her body and inspecting the pale lines that sat behind her hip just above her left buttocks, his brand burnt into her flesh marking her for all time as belonging to him.

Turing away from the mirror and the painful memory of being branded, Abby dug out an old pair of jeans and a tank top purposefully dressing down. Tying her hair back in a pony tail and resisting the urge to make up her face she pulled on her only set of sports shoes. Glancing in the mirror she smiled, David would not be impressed at all. She looked plain, and every one of her thirty-three years showed in her face. Her fingers traced the crows feet that crinkled at the edges of her eyes.

Grabbing her bag and keys, she left her room and headed out to the front desk to retrieve the bag she had Brian leave in the luggage room last night. She took the lift down to the car park and moved over to her car opening the boot and lifting the small bag in. Closing the boot she had screamed, standing in front of her car was David. "Nice," he murmured, "But I haven't even touched you yet." She began to walk back toward the building. Moving with speed David was beside her and caught her around the waist. "If you scream again this will only get worse." She opened her mouth but closed it again as she saw two of the jackaroo's from his station move from the shadows.

"You surprised me by not running sooner," his voice was soft against her ear, "and even more so when you spoke to me last night the way you did." He pulled her back to her car then and held out his hand, "Keys," he demanded.

When she didn't willingly hand them over he took them from her hand and removed the bag from the boot of the car, "You pack light," he said as he tossed the bag to one of the other men.

"I wasn't running," she said sounding stronger than she felt. "You can't just kidnap me. People will care if I go missing. I am not that stupid little girl you can just scare into submission anymore. I have a job, responsibilities."

David hid his surprise at her words. "I see," he pulled her close in his arms and looked down into her eyes, "You are not the only one who has changed over the years. I even tried to let you go, but you are all I ever think about and the only one I have ever truly loved, you are mine, Rabbit."

"That wasn't love, can't you see that!" Abby was seeing something new and softer in his eyes, but she couldn't place it with the David she knew.

"Fuck!" David exploded, "You are driving me crazy. Maybe not in the conventional sense but the way that I love you is more, so much more, than that paper hearts and roses bullshit." He looked around and growled, "We are NOT having this argument here." Abby gulped and knew in that moment the chance to run again had gone.

Throwing her keys to one of the men he muttered, "Follow the plan." He turned then and forced her into another car. The two cars moved out of the car park and drove in different directions. Heading south out of town Abby turned to him in a last futile effort to convince him to let her go.

"You can't possibly want this anymore . I am not that young girl. You could have a multitude of women with your looks and money. Let me go please," she begged, "I don't want to go back." He looked at her without emotion as she spoke, he could see the fear in her eyes and hear it in her voice. She had every right to be frightened, he was a man of little patience, and she had jerked him around for over a decade.

"I don't want a multitude of women. I have had them, and they cannot replace what I feel for you," David's voice was harsh and accusing, "I know you also have tried to use others to forget what we had, but it didn't work did it? When are you going to accept that you are mine? Ten years is long enough, I won't wait any longer for you to come home on your own. WE are going home today."

She was not terribly surprised by his words. It was true, she had tried dating and even sleeping with other men, but inevitably the sex left her flat and unfulfilled. She was not about to accept that her place was at the end of his leash like a pet girl though, her mind brought forth images of her punishment kennel, the shock collar used in her training, being hogtied like a calf at the rodeo and tears misted her eyes.

The car stopped and he pulled her out holding her wrist with a vice like grip. She looked around. It was the small airfield on the south side of town used for private planes and flying schools. His plane was ready and no sooner than they had buckled up than it was taxiing down the runway. Desperate she turned to him. Her eyes filled with tears, "People will miss me. Someone will look for me."

"Right at this moment," he said checking his watch, "There is a girl fitting your general description, with you name boarding a flight to England to see your only living relative, an aunt I believe who runs a bed and breakfast." He smirked at her, "Coupled with the email you sent from the airport to your boss apologising for the lack of notice in handing in your resignation. I do not think we will be bothered much do you?"

It was at that point Abby broke down sobbing pitifully. "Indeed," he smiled widely at her, "I am so happy I could cry too," and held up her collar as the plane lifted into the air.

And the song played over in her head...

"Now you've got the REAL DEAL Baby - What you gonna do?Run rabbit run - run rabbit run - run rabbit run - but I know you'll comesome day you'll come - so run rabbit run"



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 10



This semi-autobiographical short is dedicated to my Master, best friend, lover and partner in honour of one of our special songs. While not exactly accurate, it parallels a real-life Sunday morning spent in His arms, except my humble words never do those moments with Him justice. 

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Frejya watched the gentle rise and fall of His chest. The sound of His snores were the sweetest music to her ears. Her lips turned softly up in a Mona Lisa smile as her fingers slipped through the springy hairs that covered His chest. She had from that first night nicknamed it her 'fuzzy pillow.' He just shook His head indulgently at her creative license. 

She was exhausted too. They had spent much of the night making love. Her eyes caught on the dark blue and purple oval bruise rising on her upper arm that was draped across His chest. Yes, making love was the correct term, she thought. It might include more than its fair share of pain, biting, spanking and anything else that His sadistic mind could cogitate. 

Equally, it abounded with pleasure that not even she would have thought possible. It transcended the multiple orgasms that He gave her. Those were common enough for a woman, whose favourite actress had once been Marilyn Chambers in Insatiable. Oh yes, that young women, who had watched in awe at her orgasmic abilities, had grown up to be just like her heroine. An idiot could make her come and more than a couple had. But with Him, the multiple orgasm were more like one very long one. She smiled as she looked across the room at the clock. Twenty-five hours and counting of orgasmic bliss. 

He stirred slightly in her arms, burrowing His face into the softness of her breast. She inhaled sharply as His lips brushed a soft kiss to the fading yellowish-green mark. It would be gone in a couple of days, but that was all right. He had left a couple dozen more as sweet reminders of His love to tide her over until they could meet again. She stroked His head softly as she pressed a soft kiss to His closed eye lids. 

The fingers of her other hand traced the road map of soft lines around His eyes and across His forehead. They were a gentle reminder that time was not in their favour. She had spent half a lifetime searching for this man, this perfect love. A man worthy of her all. 

She caressed His temples. The brain that lay just beneath its surface enthralled her. He was a fountain of information, seemingly useless facts, but they fed her thirst for knowledge, for mental stimulation, for conversation. As a sapiosexual, this one quality was more important than all others. And she loved the fact that He challenged her, stretched her and made her strive just a bit harder than she ever had, not to disappoint Him. 

Disappointing Him was the one thing that scared her the most. The one thing that she hated doing above all others. It was what drove her to new mental heights. It was what gave her the strength to face whatever challenges arose in her life when they were not together. It was what allowed her to endure pain that He inflicted well past her masochistic threshold. The simple truth was that she wanted to make this man proud. She wanted to be all that He ever needed or wanted. 

Just as He was more than she had ever dreamt possible. She sighed as she pressed another kiss to His temples. Her throat constricted and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. His strength humbled her. He faced so fucking much. More than anyone should. Struggles that would break most men, turn them bitter. But not Him. No, each day, each obstacle, every hurdle only made Him stronger and wiser. Nothing got Him down for long. It was His indomitable spirit that had first spoken to her, attracted her to His writings and ultimately the man Himself. 

She jumped as the pain arched through her breast. The neurons in her addled brain struggled to register all the sensations. Pain, yes, most definitely. But it was laced with pleasure too as it fed her masochist. Her legs automatically fell open for her Master as she felt His hand caress up her thigh, seeking His cunt. His eyes were still closed, but she saw that mischievous smile upon His lips as they stretched across the expanse of her breast. She smiled too, noting that there would be a fresh bruise to cover the fading one. 

His fingers completed their journey, homing in upon their prize as they slid between her wet folds. Her hips arched off the bed to meet His thrusts as He found her g-spot. His teeth sank deeper into her flesh as the orgasm hit her full force. The sensations melded in her brain. Pleasure and pain warred for supremacy for a moment before merging into perfect union just as they were in that moment. 

His fingers inside His cunt stilled as His teeth released their captive. He pressed a tender kiss into the reddened flesh that was already swelling and burning. Yes, this one would be a vivid reminder of His love that would carry her over the days until she was back where she belonged, in His arms. 

"Over thinking again?" His deep baritone voice caressed the corners of her mind. He stared up at her and for a moment she was so lost in the depths of His eyes that she forgot the questions. But the sharp slap on her backside brought her out of the reverie.

She blushed as she nodded, "Yes, I was just thinking how perfect this moment was. How perfect you are. I just don't want to miss a thing." 

She should have known it was coming. She had left the door wide open and as He had told her a thousand times, He could resist anything but temptation. But even after all these weeks, it still caught her unaware as He began to serenade her. 

'Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you, baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing

She smiled as she pressed a soft kiss to His lips. His rendition might give Steven Tyler a coronary, but she loved every note. The fact that He often broke out into song just sealed the deal for her. This man truly was every last one of her dreams come true. And whether they had decades, years or months together, they would squeeze a lifetime of love into those finite days. No, sleep was most definitely over-rated, because she did not 'wanna miss a thing.' 

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing written by Diane Warren and performed by Aerosmith



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 11



"It's okay." Tom replied as calmly. He wasn't completely sure how he'd gotten himself dragged into this situation. One minute he'd been in the middle of something that could have been considered a spat with his girlfriend the next he was in the mall helping Jesse shopping for clothing. Whatever step had happened in between he hadn't really been involved. He had the distinct feeling that he'd made the wrong decision though at whatever step his opinion had mattered.

"No it's really not." Jesse sighed holding a black mesh dress between herself and the mirror. The dress would look amazing on her; actually almost anything looked amazing on the almost gothic girl. She was naturally pale, no extra make up was needed to give her the vamp look that she fully built on with dyed black hair and dark lipsticks. 

Tom quickly searched around the store for something, anything; he could look at other Jesse. There wasn't much since she'd sequestered him to the waiting area of the dressing room. "Listen to me. Kayla is a dear friend, I love her like a sister but she gets a little crazy sometimes." Jesse put the mesh dress up on a rack with several other dresses she intended to try on. 

There was no denying that Kayla could get a little crazy at times. Everybody was a little crazy sometimes though and girls well they were a little extra crazy right? All those extra hormones flowing around giving them wild mood swings from explosive to the urge to coo over puppies. That was how these things worked right? "I'm sure it was my fault." He wasn't sure it was his fault. Tom wasn't even really sure what had happened.

"It's not your fault." Kayla took a quick glance around to make sure they were alone and stripped down to her matching black bra and panties. "She shouldn't have had you over and she should have said that." She turned posing in front of the mirror. "I mean it's true, I do have the best butt in the world but what were you supposed to do? Lie?"

There was no need to tell Tom that it had been a trick question. Like Jesse said, what was he supposed to do? She'd been trying on a black . . . something. He wasn't sure what you'd call it since it didn't actually cover anything important. It heavily emphasized her perfect ripe apple rump. She'd been shaking it suggestively when Kayla had asked him point blank what he'd thought of the outfit. He hadn't even gotten past the common pleasantries of 'hi, how are you' and the only thing she'd told him he was coming over to help her settle something, not to be ambushed by the vampire vixen in her slut costume! It wasn't really fair. "I could have said something other than wow."

"Yeah. You could have." Her tone dropped into a dangerously seductive or seductively dangerous octave. He wasn't certain which. It might have been the fact that he didn't have a lot of experience with women at all. What he knew instinctively was when those dark brown nearly black orbs locked on him that he knew exactly how mice felt when cats were stalking them. "I mean wow? C'mon you're the biggest nerd I know and you couldn't come up with better words for my bodacious backside? My awesome ass? My superior posterior? If you're wondering yes, yes I do take a little time out of everyday to find new and exciting adjectives for all the junk in my trunk." She popped her hip to the side. Tom blushed and started contemplating his naval. "You know you've got to be the only man who doesn't like looking at me in my underwear." 

"I'm the only guy who's gonna have to go back to his fiancée look her in the eye and tell her that all I did was help you pick out a few outfits." Tom repeated. While the words came out of his mouth it became obvious that he was a few more miles up a certain creek than he'd realized a few minutes before. 

Jesse stepped into a floor length strapless red sequined dress with a slit half way up to her armpit. "She's not going to believe you." Jesse put her foot on the bench beside him revealing her leg through the slit. "What do you think she meant when she said 'do whatever you want' and then threw your box of condoms at you when I was dragging you out the door to come shopping?" Tom blushed hotter than before. He hadn't really been thinking anything more complicated than 'avoid the fight' at that point but in hindsight it the danger was obvious. Why couldn't she have just said 'fine' he knew that was code for 'don't you fucking do a thing you stupid sonofabitch'. Crap. "Besides we both know what a prude she is, that's what this was all about you know." 

Tom's stomach dropped to the floor following the dress Jesse had just slipped out of. She was humming as she half walked half danced over to the rest of the clothing she'd picked out. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me?" Jesse sang wriggling into pink mini-dress that did more to display her ass than conceal it. 

"Huh?" Tom looked up. Jesse either didn't hear him or pretended not to. It was difficult to tell which, it was difficult to keep anything in his head straight while the curvaceous beauty spun across the floor striking several poses in front of the mirror before playfully blowing a kiss. 

"Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?" She slid the dress back down and off looking over her shoulder at Tom. 

Tom couldn't look away from her. He wanted to. He wanted to be able to go back to Kayla and tell her honestly that he hadn't been tempted by her, not one single bit. He was a poor liar though and she was a fantastic dancer swaying back and forth squatting to the floor before popping back up. Jesse was watching him with her coal black eyes and smiling. "Don't cha, Don't cha?" 

Jesse danced back over to Tom sitting down in his lap. She ground her hips against him until she found his cock trapped between her ass and his thigh. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me?" She was practically purring in his ear. Jesse reached back grabbing Tom's wrists and brought his hands to her body. His left she slid along her thigh, higher and higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties. The other she placed on her smooth belly gliding up so he could cup her smallish breasts. Even if Tom had wanted to stop Jesse he wasn't sure what he could do. There wasn't a part of her body that didn't seem like it was built for sex. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was fun like me?" 

Jesse's past as a cheerleader, ballerina and gymnast were things she usually flaunted with back flips and high kicks. Today she just demonstrated her flexibility when she lifted her leg straight and rotated in his lap until she was straddling him. Her hips continued their forbidden rhythm. "Don't cha?" She whispered into his ear before gently biting his earlobe. "Don't cha?" Her tongue slowly traced his inner ear making him shudder. Jesse raked her nails down his chest smiling just like the cat that ate the canary. 

She was still humming the lyrics when she leaned backward until her hands touched the floor. Jesse thrust her hips upward until he was face to face with her crotch but only long enough to inhale the lavender scent of her body wash. Then she flipped over and back to her feet. She made it look so effortless even in that dress. She beckoned him with a crooked finger. Like a fish on a hook Tom followed her into the small changing room. 

It was only once he was inside that he was fully aware of what was happening and then it was too late. By then she'd squatted down in front of him and yanked his trousers and boxers to the floor examining his erect cock with a malicious grin. Tom wasn't certain at what point he'd had given consent. Jesse seemed to think he'd given it. She wrapped a one hand around his shaft, the other gently coaxing his balls. "Don't cha." It wasn't a question that time, it was a declaration and the last words she spoke before wrapping her plump black lips around his cock. 

Tom couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a blow job, certainly not one without lots of cajoling. Kayla wasn't that kind of girl. She was barely the into sex at all it sometimes seemed. She certainly wasn't spontaneous cloths shopping pull you aside and suck your dick girl. Tom had no clue what to do with his hands, again, so one went to either side of the stall holding on for dear life. Jesse giggled and said something Tom couldn't quite hear when she came up for a breath of air then returned to sucking cock. "Stop." He whispered.

"Why?" Jesse replied. She was still close enough to his cock for him to feel her warm breath on the flesh and her lips gently brushed against the tip.

"I'm gonna cum." Tom replied. Kayla hated when he came in her mouth, or on her face, or on her in general. On the extremely rare occasion that she gave him a hand job she made sure there was a washcloth or handkerchief nearby to catch the mess. 

"That's good, I'm gonna swallow, and then try on a few more outfits." She terminated the argument by engulfing his cock again this time all the way to the root. Tom couldn't keep his eyes off Jesse; she stared up at him with her smoky eyes. Jesse's hands moved between his legs digging her nails into his taut buttocks. 

"Yes I do." Tom answered her question when he came. 

"Hey, you're not allowed in there!" A woman shouted from behind the door banging on it noisily. 

"Gimme a minute!" Jesse called back after swallowing. "I just need one second."

"No come out now." Jesse shrugged and shoved Tom who stumbled into the lobby with his trousers still around his ankles. 

Tripping over his pants and trying to pull them up at the same time. It wasn't just the angry clerk anymore when he fell into the lobby. Sometime during the few minutes that Jesse was giving him the best blow job of his entire life the lobby had filled up. There were two black girls pointing and giggling, and a blonde woman with a shocked look on her face and a redhead who had a look on her face Tom couldn't even identify. "He's with me." Jesse licked her lips walked over to Tom and hauled him to his feet. "And I want this dress in black and pink."

Dumbstruck the clerk nodded, a few of the girls giggled and everybody else remained perfectly still.

"Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?" She teased deliberately stepping over him so he could get a look at her bared nethers before she made her way to the door. 



Lustful Lyrics Ch. 12



"Little ditty about Jack and Diane Two American kids growin' up in the heartland"  By John Cougar Mellencamp

Diane chuckled as she put the final stitches in her grandson's Halloween costume. More than thirty-five years and that damned movie was as popular as ever. A Wookiee, for Christ's sake. Oh, the memories that brought back as she caressed the rough fake fur with love.

***

October 31st, 1977

Diane scanned the packed fraternity house looking for her new boyfriend Jack. He had said to meet him at the Halloween party. He had even told her what to wear. She was to come as Princess Leia. Only one tiny problem, because of the popularity of that damned movie, every single one of the costume shops were sold out of the damned thing. She had been so desperate to impress him though that she had cut up one of her white bed sheets and sewn the damned costume herself by hand. Looking down at it now, she was rather satisfied with her work, even if she did say so herself. 

But she was no closer to finding Jack. He had said that he would come as Chewie. At well over six foot, she could appreciate his humor in selecting that character. Jack's All-American good looks and abilities as a football player had first attracted her to him. He sat three seats over in psychology class. Although seats were no longer assigned in college, it seemed that everyone had fallen into a pattern of sitting in the same place each time. Of course, Diane had never expected Jack to notice her. Her mousy brown hair and girl next door looks never attracted much attention from the boys in high school.

Except tonight that all seemed to be different. She noticed several guys looking in her direction. She knew the popularity of the Leia character explained that more than anything else, but there were several Leia's in the room already. Blonde ones, other brunettes and even a lone red head. But she recognized that her depiction of the forthright and entitled Princess was the closest to reality. Not that any of it was real. 

She was just about to slip quietly from the party, go back to her dorm and try calling Jack to find out where he was when a glass of punch appeared in front of her. "Drink this," said the familiar voice from beneath the hairy suit. "You look..." 

Diane was nervous as the pause stretched out. She strained to hear his next words as if they held some great importance. The room was loud. Music. A couple hundred people all talking until it sounded like a hive of bees all buzzing in unison. But she was cued to just one sound, Jack's voice. "Hot!"

She sighed with relief at his pronouncement as his dark brown eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again. She smiled, blushed and responded, "Thanks but probably not as hot as you are in that outfit."

He chuckled, "Yeah, well, I seem to be stuck in here. The zip broke as I was pulling it up." He fidgeted from foot to foot before adding in a whisper, "I'm dying for a piss too."

Her blush deepened a bit. A small town girl she was not accustomed to such frank language although she was more than accustomed to watching animals perform the act. The words always seemed so vulgar somehow. 

She bit her lip and considered the situation for a long moment. She did not want Jack to get the wrong idea about her, but he did seem desperate. "I could try to help you with the zip. I sew and maybe I can fix it. Or at worse, get you out of there and back in."

He smiled or she thought he did. It was not easy seeing much more than his brown eyes in that damned costume. "You are the best, Princess. I just need to talk to Mike, our president, about something real quick. My room is on the third floor, second door on the left. Meet you there in fifteen minutes?"

He bent and rough fake fur brushed the side of her face as he 'kissed' her cheek. "Okay," she mumbled, suddenly nervous about going to a boy's room alone. Her mouth was dry at the thought so she downed the cup of punch and looked around for someplace to get another.

She found what looked like a refreshments table across the room and made her way slowly there with dozens of 'excuse me's' and more shoving than she would have liked. But she finally made it and helped herself to more of the bubbling witch's brew from the large cauldron in the middle of the table. She knew she was stalling, second guessing herself about the promise to meet Jack in his room. She had another cup. 

She was being silly. This was no place for her small town morals. She had decided when she went away to college that she was going to leave all of that behind. That 'good girl' mentality that had been drummed into her by hers parents, the church and small town America. She was a college woman now. Her own person. She could make her own decisions. Right?

She stumbled just a bit as she turned from the table towards the stairs. But rather than be embarrassed she just laughed it all off. Her head felt a bit light like the time she had accidentally picked up Uncle Joe's glass of egg nog at Christmas. On some level it registered that the punch was spiked. But Diane was past the point of caring by then. Besides this new Dutch courage felt pretty good as she clutched her fourth cup of the brew even tighter.

Climbing the stairs was not as easy as she had thought. She had to push past large groups of people who were congregating there. And putting one foot in front of another seemed to require more concentration than she had ever noticed before. She gripped the bannister and focused as she climbed that final flight. "Third floor, second door," she pronounced as she made the landing. 

Damn, there were two second doors. One of the left and another on the right. She vaguely remembered Jack mentioning one, but could not remember which. Left or right? Right or left? She chuckled and in her inebriated state decided that a game of 'iny, meeny, miny, mo' would be the best way of solving her problem. The right it was then.

She tapped lightly on the door and it opened on its own. She gasped as she took in the sight there. Another Leia was kneeling on the floor before a handsome Hans Solo. It could have been one of the promo pics on the posters. Except for his cock going in and out of her mouth. Diane clutched the door to steady herself. She knew that the polite thing would be to say yet another 'excuse me' and close the door as she left. Except that she seemed frozen there, unable to move, unable to even look away. 

The guy's eyes were closed. He had not even noticed her presence. But the girl was looking right at her as she continued to lick and suck the man's penis. She even winked at Diane as her tongue swirled the fat purple head, then she smiled as she swallowed the thing. Diane shook her head as she watched the whole thing disappear down the girl's throat. Was that even possible? She heard the guy moan, long and low like one of her daddy's bulls in heat. He clutched the girl's blonde hair as his hips pounded against her face. Diane feared that he would suffocate the girl. Was she watching a murder take place? She clutched the door helplessly. 

Then the guy smiled and opened his eyes. "Damn, Pat, you are the best cock sucker." 

The girl released his still hard penis from her mouth. Diane could see clear fluid glistening on her lips and chin as she spoke, "Learn anything new, sweet cheeks?" she pronounced looking right at her. 

Diane's eyes flew open as the man's head turned towards her too. She could feel her face burning as the blood rushed to it. Her knees felt like they would buckle under the weight of her embarrassment. She tried to say 'excuse me' but it just came out a mumbo jumbo of nothingness. 

The guy smiled as he looked from Diane to his partner on the floor, "Next time you want to join in? Two Princess Leia's sucking a guy off would get anybody going," he chuckled casually as if being watched while engaging in an intimate act happened to him every day.

Diane had seen more than her fair share of animals 'doing it' on her family farm. Dogs, cats, horses, even the old bull covering a heifer or two. But that was different. That was reproduction. About making babies. The birds and the bees. This was anything but. 

She knew that she should be mortified. Should be disgusted at the casual way that these two were treating her intrusion upon such an intimate act. But the truth was that she was anything but. Not only was she curious about what it had felt like for the girl: her mouthed stuffed to overflowing with cock, unable to even breathe, but Diane had to admit she was turned on by it. Turned on by watching these two go at it like rutting animals back on the farm.

Then she heard the soft chuckle behind her, felt a firm hand about her waist. "My friend asked you a question, Diane. Do you want to join in next time?" 

With the alcohol addling her brain, Diane did not filter her response as she stared up into those deep brown eyes. She simply nodded her head and whispered, "But I don't know how."

Jack had taken his head off the costume so she saw the play of shock across his face. "Don't know how to what? Give a blowjob?" 

"Don't know any of it," she admitted on the verge of tears. Her eyes dropped to the floor afraid of what she might see in his eyes.

"Any of it? Are you virgin, Diane?" he asked as he used his fingers beneath her chin to lift her face to his. 

She blushed even deeper and nodded head, closing her eyes in shame. The room erupted in laughter and she wanted desperately to run away. To leave this place, these people and run as far as she could. Run back to the safety of her small town and the farm. She could feel her eyes brimming over with unspilled tears. Shame ate at her soul. She pulled away from him, was about to start that run for freedom. But she stumbled. 

A pair of strong hands gripped her upper arms, kept her from falling. They pulled her backwards until she felt the hard ridge of Jack's erection pressed against her bum. His tongue ran around the ridge of her ear as he began to rub against her. She moaned softly as she felt hands message and knead her pert young tits through the white cotton sheet. She turned her head and sought out Jack's kiss. She really liked the way that he kissed. 

They kissed in the door way for several long moments. Tongues dueled, parrying and thrusting against one another, even as their hips mimicked the same motion lower down. His hands on her hips guided her, leading this erotic dance.

Wait a moment, she thought through the haze of alcohol. If Jack's strong hands were on her hips then whose were on her breasts? She forced herself to break the hypnotic kiss and open her eyes. She gasped as she saw Pat in front of her. Her own Princess Leia costume pushed aside to reveal breasts much larger than Diane's perky thirty-four Bs. The other girl's hands stilled as she stared up at her. 

Diane noticed that the other man still lay across the room, half on, half off the bed. But his cock that had begun to go flaccid once it popped from this woman's mouth was now back to raging attention as he stroked it and watched them. 

Jack kissed the side of her neck. "Diane, I think you have already met my friend Mike and this is his girlfriend Pat."

In the fog of her inebriation Diane giggled at the formality of his introduction. She had watched this couple have sex. This woman had touched her breasts, something that she had not allowed anyone except Jack and her high school sweetheart to do. This man had his cock out in front of her. Oh my god, she had not even seen Jack's cock. She blushed as she realized how awkward this whole situation was.

Jack nudged the girls forward slowly just a foot or so. Then he closed the door behind him. "Diane, Mike and Pat asked if you wanted to join them. Are you serious? Do you want to? Want to learn how to suck cock as well as Patty?" He smiled at the other woman, "She has the reputation of the best cock sucker on campus."

The other woman blushed and shoved at him, "Go on with you. Flattery will get you everywhere." She stepped forward and brushed a soft kiss against Diane's lips. A feather light tease of sensation as she whispered, "I'm better at eating pussy."

Diane sucked in great lungs full of air. The idea should have disgusted her. But so too should she have walked out of the room when she saw what these people were doing. The truth was that as naughty as this proposition was it had her hot. Hotter than she had ever been. Even when she and her high school boyfriend had fooled around in the back seat of his car. He had never gotten her anywhere near as excited as she was now. 

What kind of a girl was she, she wondered. How could she even be considering this? Of course, the times were changing. Of course, the sexual revolution was upon them. But that still did not mean good girls watched other people having sex. Let other women touch their breasts. And certainly did not consider having sex with three people. For the first time. Diane's mind was fractured between a lifetime of shoulds and must nots and the heat that was building like the fires of hell between her legs.

Then Jack made the decision for her, "Mike, move over. I think the Princess deserves the bed now, don't you Pat?"

Pat smiled as she took Diane's hand and led her slowly across the room to the bed where Mike had been. "I promise we'll be gentle," she said. Then slowly she lowered her face towards Diane's. Her lips were firmer this time, more demanding. But they were softer than a man's. It was an interesting sensation, kissing without the stubbly roughness. 

Diane opened her mouth a bit and Pat's tongue plunged deeper. She registered hands on her shoulders, pushing the material down. Then she felt cool, crisp air on her nipples, they hardened. Then they were being cupped and squeezed once more. Harder this time. The hands were larger, rougher, and male. But Diane was too caught up in the erotic dance of tongues to worry whose hands they were. 

Especially when another set began to push the costume down over her hips. She should have panicked. Should have stopped them before this game went any further, went too far. But she was enjoying the feeling. The attention of hands all over her body, tongue in her mouth. 

Then she was falling. She was lost. Totally and completely disoriented until the softness of the mattress embraced her. A weight landed on top of her, but it was not overpowering. Diane's muddled mind recognized that it was Pat on top of her and not Jack or the other man. That was oddly comforting. If she was going to be a drunk and naked virgin in a bed at least another girl would understand. Right?

It was as if the other girl could read her mind as she smiled down at her, "Just relax. We won't do anything that you don't want." Her face filled Diane's vision as she towered over her, "But that doesn't mean we won't make you want things you never thought you would," she chuckled briefly before her lips re-captured Diane's. This kiss was as domineering and demanding as its male counterparts. It was about taking charge, showing Diane who was in charge. She was breathless when it ended some long moments later. 

"Jack, you get up here. Kiss her and play with these cute little tits," she pinched the nipples and Diane jumped a bit from the pain. "Have you let him play with your tits yet, Diane?"

Diane nodded and mumbled, "Sort of."

The other girl pinched harder, "What do you mean sort of?"

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arm behind Diane's head and stared into her eyes. "She means only through her top, isn't that right Princess?"

Diane nodded and smiled up at the familiar face, seeking reassurance. The answering smile and kiss on her nose gave it to her. She was drunk, naked and in bed with her boyfriend that she had known only a few weeks. That should have been bad enough, but his two friends were with them. And to make it worse, Diane was turned on. How could she be turned on by this?

Jack's lips took hers in a long and soulful kiss. She tasted beer and man. She felt the stubble that had been missing when the other woman kissed her and it gave her the reassurance she sought. 

"Mike, hold open her sweet thighs. I have never tasted virgin pussy before," she heard the feminine voice say. She mumbled into Jack's mouth. He brushed the hair back from her face softly and whispered against her lips, "It'll be fine. I promise." Then he was kissing her again. 

But Diane found it hard to concentrate upon his familiar kisses when a tongue was lathing the inside of her thighs. It was a completely new sensation. Then the tongue was replaced with sharp teeth pinching her soft flesh. Back to the tongue, then feather soft kisses. Diane was lifting and undulating her pelvis as that mouth moved higher and higher up her thighs.

Then she felt hands of her thighs, pulling her legs apart, opening her up. Cold. Hot. Air was blown across her mound and she arched completely off the bed. Then she screamed into Jack's mouth as another one covered her secret button. No one had ever touched her there except herself. 

Now it was being sucked and nibbled at. By a woman. A stranger. Diane tossed her head and moaned. In shame at the intense pleasure shooting through her body. Jack broke the kiss. His handsome face filled her view as it smiled down at her. "It's okay, Diane. Doesn't it feel good? Her mouth on your pussy."

Diane knew that his nasty words should have disgusted her, but instead they caused her nipples to harden like granite. All she could do was moan as Jack took her lips in a searing kiss and another mouth found those nipples, sucking and biting. And still that tongue, teeth and mouth went on torturing and pleasing her clitoris. Her senses were overloaded. 

She cried out as a slim finger found her virgin hole. It was too much as she arched and screamed into Jack's mouth. Her whole body tightened into muscle spasms. It was not the first orgasm of her life. She had been masturbating for years. But it was unlike any other. Stronger. More intense. And she blushed as she realized...shared.

Even when she had fooled around with her old boyfriend or Jack she had made certain it never went this far, that she never lost control. But this night she had most definitely lost control as that mouth kept stroking her clit, kept pushing her higher and higher until the pleasure swamped her mind like the banks of river overflowing and flooding her daddy's fields, washing the crops away in a heartbeat. So too was a lifetime of should haves and should nots erased from her mind.

Her body was on fire, every nerve ending sang in unison, a cantata of rapture as the orgasm stretched on and on. She was just starting to float back to reality when Jack broke the kiss. Soft fingers on her face turned her head in the other direction. "Beautiful," the other woman whispered as she lowered her head slowly.

Her soft lips covered Diane's once more. Diane's eyes flew open as she tasted herself on those lips. She frowned for moment as she savored the flavor. It was like the first time she had tasted beer. Uncertain whether she liked it or not. Then she closed her eyes again and gave into the kiss, taking more of the strange essence inside her. Swirling it around her tongue. 

It was not bad. Just unlike anything she had tasted before. She did not know what she had expected. But it was not even like the couple of times that she had given in and sucked her boyfriend's cock. No, the taste was completely different. Was that because she was a girl? Did girls taste different from boys? Or did everyone have their own unique flavor? It was a question she considered for the first time then. 

"Mike, hand Jack a condom. I think our friend is ready to dispense with her virginity," said the other woman with a smile as she broke the kiss.

"No," Diane shook her head.




Lustful Lyrics Ch. 12



Everyone stopped and stared at her. For the first time, she realized that she was naked. The only one totally naked. Even though the other girl's costume was draped about her waist, revealing those lush breasts and her boyfriend still had his pants completely open and this throbbing cock stood at attention. Jack remained full clothed as he stared down at her questioningly. "It's alright if you don't want to, Diane," he said though she could see the disappointment in his handsome face.

She nervously shook her, "No, it's not that. It's just that..." she stammered as she sought the words, the right words. How could she explain? It sounded so foolish. And yet so forward at the same time.

The other girl knelt next to Jack, "It's all right. Just tell us. I promise no one is going to be mad. We all just want to have fun. Not force you."

Diane looked at the other girl and smiled, "Can I whisper it to you?" she felt silly asking. Like some second grader and not a college woman on the verge of sexual discovery. But the truth was that even though they had just met, sometimes it is just easier to talk to another woman. 

The girl laughed and nodded her head. Looking at the guys, she took charge once more. "You two go find us some more of that punch while we have a girl talk."

Diane looked around nervously as the other guy pulled up his pants, cursing as he tried to stuff his erection back into the soft brown leather. Pat reached over after a moment and pulled the shirt from his waistband, tugging it down so that it covered his still hard cock. "There, that should do for a couple of minutes." She slapped his ass and shoed the guys out of the room. Then she turned back to Diane sitting on the bed. She wrapped her hands in hers and smiled, "Okay, so what is it, girlfriend?"

The alcohol made Diane laugh wildly at that. Pat joined her for a couple of minutes until the mirth passed. "How can you be my girlfriend? We just met."

Pat brushed hair back from her face, "You know that Monopoly card that says 'go directly to jail, do not pass go?' Well when someone has their head between your legs and gets you off, it is like that. A fast forward button to the next song on your cassette." That actually made some kind of warped sense to Diane in her drunken state. "So what is it? Don't you like Jack? Is it us?"

Diane giggled as she shook her head, the buns above her ears bouncing just a bit. "It's not you. That was hot. How do you do that? I have only sucked my high school boyfriend a couple of times but I could not go that deep. Do girls taste different from boys? Does everyone have the same taste?" It all just spilled out.

The other woman frowned at her, "Let me try to follow this, sweetie. You have only ever given one guy a blow job?" Diane nodded her head. "So you are wondering if everyone tastes the same? If girls taste different from guys? Is that why you didn't want to have sex with Jack?" The confused look on the girl's face made Diane see the disjoint in her logic then. 

"I guess I just feel like I don't have any real experience. Like I will disappoint," she tried to explain but knew she still was not getting it right.

Pat squeezed her hand, "Did you feel like we were pressuring you to do things you did not want to do?"

Diane shook her head in denial and the buns bounced so fast this time that she was afraid they would come loose. "No, that's just it. I liked it. Liked watching you." She blushed, "What you did to me. I know I shouldn't but I did. I wanted to you know but what if I'm not good like you? What if I get guilty and freak out?"

"You have to start somewhere. Honestly, I wish another girl had been there to give me advice and help me out my first time," she smiled conspiratorially. "I was awful. He was awful. I hated it. Swore I would never do it again. Ever. But Mike was so kind and patient. He really understood. I got so good at blow jobs because that was all I would do with him for like a year. Then I got really drunk and horny one night and I let him go down on me like I did to you. It was amazing. But even then I felt empty. Like there should be more. Like something belonged inside of me. We ended up fucking that night." She winked "And now I am addicted to his cock."

Diane felt relieved by the other woman's story. Her honesty touched her as if they really were friends. There was a soft knock at the door and a voice called out, "Can we come in?"

Pat looked at her, "What do you want to do? I can help you get dressed and back to your dorm if that's what you want. No one wants to go any further than you want. I'll talk to Jack for you even."

Diane sat silently for a long moment. She knew that this was a big decision. She had been brought up in the Bible belt. Good girls just don't do things like this. They especially don't enjoy it. But already tonight she had seen that she did like it. Liked watching Pat suck Mike off. Liked having Pat lick her...down there. Liked Jack's kisses. Liked Pat's kisses. Maybe she was some dirty slut? Would going back to her room tonight make her any less one? Would she regret it? Always wonder and fantasize about what might have happened if she stayed?

Yeah, yeah she would. And that was what made up her mind. If something inside of her made her a slut, made her like this stuff, then all the hiding in the world would not stop it. She would just spend nights alone thinking about it, touching herself and wishing it was someone else touching her. "You can come in," she said.

Jack was the first to sheepishly pop his head in the door. "You sure? Mike talked to me. Maybe we should not have pushed you so hard. Maybe I should not have."

Diane smiled weakly at him, "No, it's not that. I guess I just was surprised at how much I liked it." She reddened again, "At how curious I am about all this."

"Curious about what?" Jack asked as Mike followed him into the room and closed the door behind them. 

Diane bit her lip and looked at the floor as Pat squeezed her hand once more, "Well, to begin with...does every one taste the same? I mean I have only given my ex-boyfriend a blow job. Then when Pat kissed me I could taste myself on her lips and it was different. So I know that girls taste different than boys but do they all taste the same? I mean do all boys taste the same? And all girls taste the same in a different way?" She knew that her words were garbled nonsense but she hoped they were sufficient to get her fucked up message across. She sure was not up for trying to explain it all again. 

Mike stepped forward and lifted his shirt. His cock was no longer fully hard, but it was not completely soft either. "As a pre-med major, I am always up for a science experiment." He looked at Jack and nudged him, "What about you? You willing to get your cock sucked for science, man?"

Jack laughed, "If I could get my ass out of this hot suit, sure."

Pat stood up and walked behind Jack, "I'll help you with that. While Diane begins the little experiment. If you are cool with that? I mean she is your girlfriend."

Diane bit her lip as her head turned back and forth between the cock that was growing just inches from her face and the guy that she had come to the party with. Was she actually waiting for his permission to suck off his friend? It seemed strange to say the least. But she could not deny her curiosity or the way that her whole body felt afire with this whole thing. 

He nodded his head, "Like the man said, in the name of science." He smiled at her reassuringly.

Mike lifted his half hard cock and waved it at her. "What you waiting for? Come and taste your second cock."

Diane reached out and took his cock in her hand. Like a good scientist she examined the specimen closely. It was thicker than her boyfriend's had been. But not as long or as hard as it had been earlier. She began to softly tug at it. 

Then Pat was next to her, kneeling beside her by the bed. "Not like that. It may be called getting him off, but you don't want to pull it off." She brought up her hand and wrapped it softly over Diane's. She slowed the pace of her movements and the cock in their hands began to grow right in front of Diane's face. "That's right. Now take the head in your mouth. Just the head."

Diane looked at the other girl and nodded. She leaned her head in and tasted her second cock. It was salty yet sweet. She frowned as she analyzed the flavor. Then she realized how that must seem to the others, "Sorry, I was just thinking. It tastes similar but not exactly the same."

Pat and the two men smiled at her. Diane noticed that the furry costume was wrapped about Mike's ankles now and that his cock that was even longer than his friend's and substantially larger than her ex-boyfriends was bobbing just inches from her face. "Now taste Jack's, Diane," Pat urged.

Diane turned to the left and did as Pat had ordered. She used her hands as her friend had shown her, bobbing up and down on his throbbing cock for much longer than she had with Mike's. She felt him thrusting against her face, his cock going deeper into her mouth almost reaching the back of her throat. When he pushed deep the next time, she gagged a bit. She opened her eyes in shock at the odd sensation. 

She saw Pat next to her bobbing up and down on Mike's hard cock. "Watch me." Diane saw her use her hands along with her mouth to control the depth and speed of her boyfriend's movement. She would alternate long deep thrusts with more shallow licks at the bulbous head. 

Diane tried the same thing on Jack. She was reward with a long moan and a thick line of pre-come that tasted decidedly sweeter than either her ex-boyfriend or Mike's had. It spurred her on. She wanted to know what Jack's come would really taste like. She watched Pat and followed her every move. Jack and Mike had both said she was the best cock sucker so Diane might as well learn to do it right while she had this chance. 

It only took a couple more moments of her full attention before she was rewarded with what she sought. She felt Jack tremble then she heard him roar, not unlike the Wookiee that he was this night. Then she felt the first spurt of hot, thick come on the back of her tongue. 

With her ex-boyfriend she had always drawn back then. Allowed it to spurt into the air after that first taste. But this time she could not. A gentle set of hands on her head kept her firmly in place as spurt after spurt of Jack's come filled her mouth. "Swallow," she heard Pat's command.

She did not have much choice either. It was swallowing or choke Jack had filled her mouth with so much. She did as ordered and was surprised to discover that his come was more sweet than salty. She actually liked the taste. She sucked the final spurt out of the head greedily. And kept sucking. 

Pat laughed, "I might have some competition, boys." She bent and kissed Diane then. The women shared the taste of Jack's come. When Pat pulled back from the kiss, Diane noticed that Jack had collapsed on the bed next to them. His eyes were half closed as he watched them. "Now help me finish off Mike," Pat ordered.

Diane nodded, her curiosity spurred on by the shocking revelation of just how different Jack's come tasted from her former boyfriend's. Would Mike's taste as sweet in the end? The girls alternated then taking turns licking and sucking Mike's hard cock. 

Pat explained that he would last much longer because he had just come a little while ago. She used the opportunity to demonstrate all the nuisance of the 'best blowjob on campus.' She showed Jill how to deep throat by leaning your head back enough to minimize the angle between the mouth and the throat. She even arranged Diane's naked body on the bed next to Jack so that her head hung off and she could suck Mike even deeper. 

Jack used that position to play with her tits until her nipples were almost sore they were so swollen with blood. Then he moved on to her pussy. He spread her legs and used his fingers to rub her clitoris as Pat had used her tongue. Every time that he rubbed it a certain way, Diane would arch off the bed and Mike's cock would slip down her throat. After a few times, she began to think the guys were doing it on purpose. 

Then her eyes flew open wide and Mike's cock sunk all the way down her throat as two of Jack's fingers found their way inside of Diane's virgin cunt. She panicked for a moment. The pain in her untried pussy warred with the need for oxygen. Then she felt Pat's hands on her hair, brushing it back from her face. "Relax. Go with it. The boys won't hurt you, I promise."

Even though they had just met, something inside of Diane told her that she could trust this woman. That she would not let anything happen to her. Diane relaxed and Jack's fingers slipped a bit further inside her tight pussy. It was not as painful now. And Mike began to withdraw his cock so she could breathe at least. The guys found a see-saw rhythm then that alternate a full cunt and mouth. Until she began to push back against Jack's fingers. Until she wanted more. 

"Stop you two," she heard Pat say. Diane whimpered as both men obeyed the other woman. She felt so incredibly empty with a cock in either hole. Pat's smiling face came into view then, "Do you want Jack to fuck you sweetie? Do you want to feel a nice big cock inside you for the first time?"

Diane knew exactly what this girl was asking. This was not how she had expected to lose her virginity. Good girls did that on their wedding nights. Not in a dorm room with two strangers watching. But Diane was not sure she was a good girl anymore. Not the way that her greedy pussy felt forlorn and lonely without Jack's fingers. Not the way that her mouth longed to be stuffed full of Mike's cock. Needed to know if he tasted as sweet as Jack. No, that good girl was dead. Diane needed to embrace who she was...a greedy little slut. 

"Yes. Yes, please," she whispered. 

Pat took over again, rearranging everyone. She turned Diane so that she was length wise on the bed and her thighs spread wide open. She moved Mike to the foot of the bed where Diane's head now hung off. She bent and kissed her then. "It'll be okay, I promise," she reassured her once more. Then she nodded to both men. They resumed their positions, except that this time Jack loomed over Diane, his throbbing cock poised at her open cunt. Mike pushed his cock inside Diane's mouth and she closed her eyes, allowed it to slip deeper once more. 

She stiffened a bit as she felt something much larger than his fingers begin to prod her opening. That soothing and comforting voice broke through the darkness behind her eyes, "It's all right. Just relax. It might hurt for a moment. But it will feel so fucking good once he gets it in you." Then Diane felt another sensation as soft lips suckled at her nipples. It was the final straw. Sensory overload took her as she arched upwards, impaling herself on cocks at both ends. 

She would have panicked again as the intense pain sliced through her virgin cunt knocking the wind from her as surely as the cock buried in her throat stopped her from inhaling. But the gentle sucking at her breasts and the soft caresses along her side calmed her, reassured her. Here was another woman. A woman who knew this pain. She assured her that ecstasy was to follow and Diane believed her. 

Then she felt those soft hands caress lower over her abdomen until they came to rest on her mound, just above the place where she was joined intimately with Jack. Soft fingers began to rub in slow circles around her clitoris in perfect timing with the suckling on her nipples. 

After a moment, it seemed as if they all were moving as one to the tempo that Pat set. Jack's cock moved slowly inside of her in time to Pat's fingers strumming her love button. Mike's cock thrust back and forth, deep inside her throat, much deeper than she had ever thought possible, then just the head remained. A couple of times even that popped out and Diane was left to greedily reach for it, licking and sucking until it was back where it belonged.

Pat released her nipple and Diane whimpered around Mike's cock that was buried to the max in her throat. "I want you to come for us, Princess," she said as she increased the pressure and the tempo of their erotic dance. 

Diane saw stars as real and true as the opening to that stupid movie. They were flying past her faster and faster as the other woman played her body like the blasting symphony in the opening scene. Then it reached its crescendo as Diane felt her cunt throb and contract around Jack's thick cock. He moaned and joined in the theme music as she felt his hot come burst this time inside her pussy. Mike followed soon after, releasing slow long spurts of come down her throat. 

Diane smiled as she floated back to reality. If that was what this was. Mike did taste different. Saltier, less sweet but not bad. She was reminded of her Mama's pound cake recipe. Even though she always followed the same recipe, it never tasted quite the same. Like but different every time. 

Pat bent and kissed her as Mike's shrinking cock slipped from her mouth and Jack rolled to the side, his own cock making a loud popping sound as it slipped from her no longer virgin cunt. That kiss was long and soulful as she caressed her like you would a small kitten. "Beautiful little sister," she said as she moved onto the bed to lie next to Diane, wrapping her in her soft arms. 

Diane wanted to say thank you to them all but she was too exhausted. And perhaps the alcohol was wearing off, exerting its central nervous system depressant effects. All Diane could do was nestle closer into the warmth of the other woman's embrace and smile. 

Perhaps she would have been ashamed, mortified the next morning by her drunken actions. Except that she awoke in a single dorm bed cocooned between Jack's with his hard cock pressing into her bottom and Pat's soft tits pressing against her own. Mike's hand was across Pat's shoulder, sandwiched between those sets of tits. Diane could not even feel the headache from the hangover once the boys challenged her to taste Pat's pussy and see if all girls tasted the same. How could anyone have regrets with friends and lovers like that?

***

Strong arms wrapped about her from behind. Hands clutched at her pendulous breasts in her plain cotton nightgown. She smiled as she felt Jack's erection pressed against her bottom. She knew it was larger than it felt, but his beer gut which rubbed against her back kept most of it hidden. 

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of her face, "I know what your dirty mind was thinking about." He had her rubbing like a cat in heat against his cock as his thumbs and fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples. When he kissed her, it was not the naïve excitement of that first time, it was coming home. It was safety. It was the pair of old jeans that you never throw out because they fit you so damned well. Almost forty years later and Diane still liked Jack's kisses.

They kissed and dry humped in her sewing room for several long minutes before he took the costume from her hands and laid it on the table next to her sewing machine. He chuckled, "I hope they have lots more of that stuff at the shop. Cause I think I'm gonna need a new costume too." 

Diane chuckled as she looked down at her own full figure that had practically doubled since college with three pregnancies and a lifetime of loving. "Yeah well Leia will need one too."

He threw back his head and roared with laughter, "Better get loads of white cotton then cause Pat ain't sticks and bones either."

Diane's eyes widened at his suggestion, "Yeah, I know, we ain't played those games in a while, sweetheart. But watching your face as you sewed, I thought, why the hell not? We ain't dead. And I bet if we asked Mike and Pat would love to come down from Chicago for a few days. So what do you say, Princess Leia? You up for a bit of kinky fun with your old husband and our friends?"




Lustful Lyrics Ch. 12



Diane chuckled. Jack was right. It had been close to a decade, since right after their grandchild started coming that they had indulged in swinging. After her gallbladder surgery, the nasty scar on her stomach just made her reluctant to get naked, for a time even with Jack. They had just fallen into a routine. Not a bad one, even at their age they still had more sex than the average twice a week. Just that it was not the experimental stuff of their youth. 

But why not? She knew that Mike and Pat would be as gentle and understanding as they had been with the little virgin farm girl. And honestly she missed her friends. Even though they talked it was not the same as the intimacy they shared as lovers. She realized that she wanted that back. "Tell Pat to send me her measurements and I'll make two Leia costumes."

Jack smiled, "That's my good girl. We can dress up and hand out candy to all the kids. Then once that dies down we can have some fun of our own." He bent and kissed her lips, "I love you, old woman." He punctuated his rare admission with a sound slap to her butt. "Now hurry and finish up in here. This old Wookiee is horny and I don't intend saving it all up until Halloween."

Diane chuckled as she watched her once athletic husband waddle his rotund butt up the stairs. Oh yeah, life goes on but who says the thrill has to go anywhere?

***

"Oh yeah, I say, life goes on Long after the thrill of livin' is gone Little ditty about Jack and Diane Two American kids done the best they can."