0 comments/ 362 views/ 0 favorites Lia By: Scorpio58 Sunt disperat!... Cartier necunoscut, gagică prea puțin cunoscută, dar, totuși, împreună cu mine!... Zici că-i fantomă -- pur și simplu, a dispărut!... Apar vreo zece gorobeți, cu lanțuri, cu cozi de lopeți, chestii... Șeful, se vede pe el, e în față... Mi se uită-n ochi: --Tu vrei s-o fuți pe sor-mea!... Habar n-am cât e de bine, sau de rău!... Mă închiondurez și eu... -- Auzi, coane, habar n-am ce vrea, sau nu vrea, fata asta de zici că-i sor-ta, însă, sigur, nu are parte, de la mine, decât de ce-și dorește!... Pricepi?... -- ... Da ce bă, ești șmecher?... Deja dialogul a ajuns la un punct în care, cu siguranță, omul vrea să mă bată... Mă uit în ochii lui: -- Să ții minte! Tu ai început toată nebunia asta!... Nu vreau să-i rup rotula, așa că-l acționez din lateral -- doar îl fac să cadă... La ceilalți, mă uit urât: -- Băieți, dacă vreți probleme, n-aveți decât!... Unul dintre ei, mă prind, scoate un cuțit -- știu mersul, unii te trag de atenție, iar ăsta-ți bagă șișul... Îi comunic, scurt: -- Taicăle, ori ți-l bag pe gât, ori ți-l bag în cur -- depinde cum mi-e mai la îndemână!... Între timp, demonstrativ, pe cel mai din față îl calc pe pantof, aplicându-i o împingere consistentă, în piept... Cum piciorul îi este blocat, cade pe spate... Ceilalți, sunt impresionați... Așa, puleifricilor! Futu-vă-n noroc!... Brusc, se aude un țipăt: -- Băăăăăiiiii!!! E omul meu, bagabonților!... Mi se face scut, în față... Toți se retrag, mai puțin frati-su... O ia la șuturi: -- De când căcat îți iei tu om, fără să mă întrebi pe mine?!?... Lia e dură: -- Noi, vorbim acasă, nu pe stradă!... -- ... Da, dar... -- Am spus, acasă! Ești tâmpit?!? -- ... -- Nu pot să mă duc și eu să mă piș, că apare dobitocul de frati-miu, cu gașca lui de baragladine!... Mi se uită în ochi: --Te-au bătut? Au dat în tine?... Comentariul meu este scurt: -- Copile, toate cele, cum or fi, dar... nu mi-a plăcut de ăla care a scos cuțitul!... Fata face stânga-n-prejur și se ia de mafioți: -- De când dați voi cu cuțitul?!?... Las că-i spun eu lui nenea cu ce vă ocupați!... Pentru mine, e ceață -- multă ceață -- aflu mai târziu că nenea este fratele mai mare, închis la Jilava, pentru bună purtare... Ce dictează ăla din pârnaie, ăștia execută, fără comentarii!... Cică, mai tânăr fiind, i-a luat gâtul unuia... I-a umplut pe toți de respect, iar el și-a asigurat cazarea, masa și toate cele de la statul român, pentru mulți ani de zile... Singura mea problemă e... ce caut eu în combinația asta!... Am o oareșcare pregătire, prințipuri care nu se pupă cu ale ăstora, de cultură, nu mai vorbim!... M-a încântat o claie de păr și un fund de gagică!... Nu mai stau să frec menta -- cum sunt în apropierea unei stații, iau primul autobuz și mă car... Fata, blocată, sau uimită, habar n-am... Ajuns pe undeva, pe la universitate, cobor... Oprește, din scurt, lângă mine, un taxi. Sare Lia... Că băi, că scuze, că n-am vrut să te sperii, că frati-miu mai mult spune, decât face, că... chestii!... Eu, ce să-i răspund? -- Țonțonel mic, pare-se că facem parte din lumi diferite!... Mi se uită în ochi, dar rău, rău de tot!... -- Auzi, cretinel? Eu, dacă-mi place de tine, sunt dispusă să învăț și limbi străine! Te crezi mare? Te crezi tare? Ești... o mămăligă!... Trebuie să recunosc, frumoasă abordare!... Grăbesc pasul și, în câteva minute, ajung acasă. Nu iau liftul -- urc pe scări -- mă urmează ca o umbră. Descui și intru în apartament, apoi îi închid ușa-n nas, cum se spune... După vreo jumătate de oră, mă sună la telefon, vecina -- că am o tânără așezată pe ștergătorul meu de la intrare -- nu plânge, nu râde, nu comentează, doar că fumează cam mult... Nu știu ce draci să fac cu vecina asta!... Zici că are un ochi atârnat de vizorul ușii de la apartament!... Dacă aș fi animal, aș lua-o la pulă, dar nu pot! E prea bătrână și prea nasoală, din punctul meu de vedere... Încerc să mă gândesc la ea ca la o rudă, însă nici asta nu ține... e prea stricată, dacă mă pot exprima astfel... Oricum, ies la ușă și o prind de braț pe Lia. O bag în casă, apoi, complet contrar prințipurilor mele, îi articulez două palme -- serioase, cu forță... Îmi cade-n genunchi... Gata! M-a rupt! O iau în brațe, o pun în fotoliu, îi dau apă, whiskey, whatever!... Cine-i cea mai cea din cele?!?... Lia! Că-i frumoasă, devreme acasă, bună-n toate cele!... Mă iubește cu I mare!!! Oare?... Oricum, sunt asaltat, chiar la mine-n palat!... Nu știu cât îmi e de bine, însă, sigur, mi-e rușine!... Curat murdar, coane Fănică!... Am dat în femeie!... Îngenunchez în fața fotoliului ei, îi iau mâinile, i le sărut, nu mai știu cum să-mi cer iertare... Îmi zâmbește în timp ce, clar, din ochi îi curg lacrimi mari și multe... Dacă aș putea, aș plânge și eu cu ea... De draci, îmi aplic vreo șase perechi de palme, dureroase... Plânge și mai tare și mă apucă de mâini: -- Nuuuuuuuu!!! Are buzele fierbinți... Parcă mă ard mai tare decât propriile mele palme... Nu, gata, sigur n-o mai trimit acasă!... Însă nici nu pot să fac sex acum cu ea, așa, din scurt, după ce i-am articulat cele două palme!... Mi-este, în continuare, o rușine de nu mai știu de mine!... Mă simte că nu sunt în regulă, însă, cel mai probabil, nu știe de la ce mi se trage... Mi se uită în ochi, întrebător: -- Ce ai, omule?... -- ... -- Ce vrei să-ți fac? Spune-mi, orice, că se rezolvă!... Trebuie, într-un fel, să mă detensionez... -- Hai să facem un duș împreună!... Nu termin bine ce-am spus, că deja sunt la bustul gol, fără cămașă... Deja-mi prelucrează pantalonii!... Gol fiind, mă întoarce pe toate părțile: -- ... Băi, dar... cum de-ai scăpat nebătut de frati-miu?!?... Doar n-o să stau să-i explic, în amănunt, ce și cum!... -- Frati-tu e un drăguț, mai ales pentru că e... frati-tu!... Tipa nu-i deloc tâmpită: -- Ai avut curaj să dai în el, de față cu toți gorobeții?!?... -- ... Doar ți-am spus că nu mi-a plăcut că a scos ăla șișul!... -- ... Dacă află nenea de tine (adică fratele cel mare, din penitenciar) precis că pune să te omoare!... -- ... Pui mic, sincer, n-am chef să mă apuc să vorbesc cu directorul penitenciarelor, pe țară, chiar dacă mi-e prieten!... Spune-i lui nenea ăsta al tău să-și vadă de ale lui, că și eu îmi văd de ale mele!... Tipa e blocată: -- ... Tu... poți să ajungi la ăla?!? Mă umflă râsul: -- Nu numai că pot, dar bem cafea împreună, whiskey, vin, căcaturi!... Vrei să te pun în legătură cu nevastă-sa?... Nu știu ce am, simt nevoia să mă dau mare -- îl sun pe amic -- este încă la minister. Stabilim să ne întâlnim, la el acasă, în treizeci de minute... Lia mă roagă să-i dau un punct de reper, ceva, apoi dă un telefon... În fața blocului lui NEA, ne așteaptă un pitic, cu o paporniță, ca să mă exprim oltenește, plină cu sticle de whiskey, vin, vodcă și chiar și sărățele și fursecuri!... Lia mă strânge de braț: --Tu știi ce poartă-mi deschizi, pentru frate-miu?!?... Acum, ce dracu să fac? Madame, soția directorului este de-a dreptul încântată de bagaboanta mea, că ce gusturi am, că chestii, socoteli -- mai are puțin și mă însoară!... Când aude de frati-su, auzi comentariu: -- Dacă l-a omorât, probabil că a avut motive!... Să dau în apoplexie, nu alta!... Multe pot să depindă de director -- mai multe pachete, mai multe vizite, tot soiul de avantaje în interior... N-am avut niciodată chef să vizitez o astfel de locație... În fine, îi cere să-i dea numele complet, apoi schimbă subiectul: -- Unde ai ținut ascunsă așa frumusețe de femeie până acum?... Că tot ce-i mult, strică, refuz politicos să rămânem la masă cu ei, că doar omul vine de la muncă și ne cărăbănim. Jos, în fața blocului, dar mai la fereală, ne așteaptă fratele cel bătăuș al domniței, că să-l iert, că a fost o neînțelegere, că a greșit, tot soiul... Dau mâna, civilzat, cu el, apoi îmi iau larevedere. Plec, înțelegând că vrea s-o ia pe sor-sa cu el. Mă aud strigat. E Lia: -- Așteaptă-mă un minut, te rog!... Face un semn cu mâna și apare un taxi -- fata asta nu călătorește și altfel?!? Oricum, nu-mi pun problema de unde are atâția bani -- chiar nu vreau să știu!... Îi dau șoferului adresa, apoi Lia mă completează: -- După ce ne duci pe noi, te întorci să-l iei pe frati-miu. Într-un sfert de oră, suntem la mine. De data asta, chiar că sunt hotărât să mă bag la duș cu frumoasa... Este, mărturisesc, superbă femeia, doar că, taman între picioare, foarte aproape de gaura fofoloancei, are două tatuaje, câte unul pe fiecare pulpă interioară. Unul este faimoasa inimă perforată de o săgeată, iar pe piciorul celălalt scrie, în clar, cu majuscule, NELU. Nu arată a opere de artă, nici inima și nici scrisul... O întreb: -- Cine ți-a făcut porcăriile astea?... -- ... Ăla care m-a futut de fată mare... A vrut să mi le facă chiar el, ca să nu mă atingă altcineva pe acolo... -- ... Și tu de ce ai stat?... -- Pentru că eram mică și proastă și credeam că el este totul pe pământ!... -- ... Și de ce nu te duci și tu la un doctor, să încerci să ți le scoți?... -- M-am interesat. Rămân semne. Cine știe cum mai arată și alea! Așa, dacă-i lumina stinsă, nici nu le vezi... Izbucnim, amândoi, în râs... Ne sărutăm, în timp ce lăsăm dușul să curgă pe noi... Consecințele apar rapid, așa că mă așez pe marginea căzii și o ajut pe Lia să mi se urce în brațe. După cum se mișcă, mi-e clar că nu este pentru prima dată când experimentează o astfel de poziție. Se vede pe ea că-i place cum o umplu, dar, brusc, se oprește: -- Auzi, e clar că numai de duș nu ne mai arde nouă! Hai în pat! Ieșim, ne ștergem rapid, apoi Lia, râzând, mă ia la remorcă, de pulă și mă trage după ea în dormitor... Mă împinge pe pat, pe spate, apoi mă încalecă. E clar că aici are mai multă stabilitate și mai multă libertate de mișcare decât pe marginea căzii, iar fata se mișcă, nu face economie de energie. O simt că e aproape, așa că mă străduiesc să împing și eu. Zici că-i apucată -- sare ca o minge, în timp ce țipă: -- Acum! Acum! Acum! Acumaaaa!!!... Brusc, se oprește, așa că profit de moment și o prind de sâni. Oftează... Mă ridic și o răstorn -- am chef să prestez și eu. O întreb: -- Când o fi să fie, unde? -- ... Poți, acolo, că nu mai pot să rămân gravidă... am făcut un avort nașpa... Habar n-am ce probleme de sănătate are ea, însă eu mă știu pe mine cât pot fi de prolific, iar copil, cu femeia asta, sigur nu-mi doresc... Insist: -- ... Și alternativa care ar fi? Mi se uită în ochi, cu un soi de răutate: -- De ce nu-mi spui, deschis, că vrei să mă fuți în cur?!?... -- ... Dar tu... vrei? -- Acolo, jos, poți să-mi faci orice, oricum îți place -- tot ce te rog este să nu mă pui să ți-o iau în gură!... Gata cu conversația, că... ne futem, nu suntem la conferință. Dau în ea tare și cu forță -- se vede pe ea că-i place tratamentul -- îmi umple casa de ahuri, ohuri și tot soiul de sunete onomatopeice, mai ales în clipele când are orgasm. Și nu se încurcă -- se slobozește de vreo cinci ori. O întorc pe coate și genunchi, apoi o iau pe la spate. Într-un minut, iar și-a dat drumul... Gata! Mă opresc, i-o scot, apoi i-o centrez pe gaura curului -- nu-i nevoie să împing eu, că se împinge ea spre mine. Știe fata! Meserie!... Dacă știam că e atât de talentată, nu așteptam să fiu chiar atât de aproape de momentul ejaculării... Oricum, avem destul timp să reluăm operația, că doar n-o vrea să plece acasă!... Din ce o simt eu, îi place ce-i fac... În sfârșit, explodez -- îmi masează baza pulii cu sfincterul, mă mulge, are fata niște talente, de excepție... Se retrage, ușurel și-mi ia capul pulii la prelucrat, apoi, ușor, mă lasă să ies... Mergem, în sfârșit, să ne spălăm... După duș, la un pahar și câteva țigări, îmi povestește cum Nelu, cel care i-a făcut tatuajele, a scos-o la produs -- cică a avut de înghițit, în perioada respectivă și câte treizeci de puli pe zi. Din păcate, pe de o parte și din fericire, pe de alta, a aflat de chestia asta și frati-su. A venit, pe șestache și a prins-o când tocmai ce presta la un tip. S-a dus în bucătărie, peste Nelu, a pus mâna pe un cuțit și l-a omorât. Apoi, după ce s-a spălat de sânge, a luat-o și a dus-o acasă, iar el a plecat și s-a predat la miliție... Oricum, din ziua aia, ea n-a mai pus niciodată gura pe pulă... În fine, viața ei, trupul ei, dar, pe undeva, mai bine că mi-a spus -- oricum, probabil că m-ar fi putut informa și amicul meu, directorul penitenciarelor, că doar ăia știu tot!... În ce o privește pe Lia, ea nu face sex decât de plăcere, în schimb are vreo cinci sau șase fete cărora le aranjează să se întâlnească, în locuri discrete, cu diverși oameni, înstăriți -- șefi de restaurante, de magazine, de măcelării, de depozite... Ea le duce cu taxiul la clienții noi, sau dacă sunt tipi cunoscuți, le trimite doar pe ele, cu șoferul... Oricum, fetele sunt foarte mulțumite, pentru că le lasă jumătate din ce câștigă în urma prestațiilor, ba le și obligă ca, lunar, să depună și ceva bani la CEC, ca să aibă și ele, mai târziu, să-și poată face un rost... Fetele, toate, o consideră un fel de soră mai mare... Ea le duce la control, la doctor, chiar și la stomatolog -- vrea să le știe frumoase și sănătoase... După cum spuneam, facem parte din lumi diferite, cu principii de viață diferite, așa că, e limpede, nu putem avea vreun viitor împreună... Ne mai întâlnim, sporadic, o dată la două sau trei luni, dar și când o facem, stăm împreună cel puțin o zi și o noapte. Are boala, când vine, știind că-mi place mușchiul de vită, să-mi bage-n frigider câte un pachet, iar noaptea, după ce supunem patul la grele încercări, se apucă să-mi gătească -- și chiar se pricepe, trebuie să recunosc! Frati-su, cel din pârnaie, este foarte respectat pe acolo -- nu știu dacă și datorită amicului meu... Oricum, mai are niște ani buni de stat pe acolo. În orice caz, nici măcar în ziua de astăzi, nu-mi pot explica ce ne-a atras, reciproc, în stația aia de taxi, când am făcut cunoștință atât de normal și de natural, de zici că, în vreo viață anterioară, am fost prieteni. Liaison At Halloween The marriage of Danny and Janice Maxwell had changed after the chance meeting with the ski patroller that occurred in January. In that instance the conservative wife of Danny Maxwell had taken a more dramatic and demonstrative stance concerning the marital bed. Danny during a period of fantasy conversation had blurted out to Janice that he would like to witness her sucking off another guy. In January while in Vermont Danny had watched as his pretty wife had sucked off a young ski patroller named Jeffrey while in their room. After this took pace and young Jeffrey went back to his room Danny and Janice had a temporary spike in their sexual ardor for each other. They made love frequently (nearly every day) after the incident but then after driving home they settled back to the routine of work. The frequency of their lovemaking went back to the one to two times per week that had been the norm for the past three years. They seldom mentioned the Vermont incident. They still did their Sunday ritual of sleeping in late, having a big breakfast, reading the papers and then on occasion making love. Most of their time was spent working. For Danny the supercharged thrill and yet deadly scare of seeing his wife willingly suck off another man stayed with him. He feared the thought of a repeat performance yet there was that gut wrenching shaking and over the top excitement of seeing his wife sucking a strange cock and milking its load. He secretly wanted it to happen yet had this fear that if he did bring it up then it might occur. Danny would daydream at work remembering what had transpired in Vermont. He would embellish a fantasy that would involve Janice getting fucked by a strange guy. On these occasions he would masturbate himself and afterward feel remorse and self loathing. Then the process would start up again. Danny was reluctant to share these fantasies with Janice. He was afraid that she might think that he was a pervert. But then she did willingly suck off a guy (after a lot of wine) while on vacation. He also was afraid that if he broached the subject then she might actually want to! Janice stayed the same in dealing with Danny. She absolutely loved him. She was a free spirit but at the same time extremely loyal. Janice was a sensual woman. She secretly loved being admired at work both for her brilliant ability as well as for her quiet sensuality. She dressed very conservatively at the brokerage firm where she worked yet she drew admiring glances from other employees. Janice more often than not wore skirts or dresses but never above the knee. One of her many attributes was her long shapely legs. She was always careful as to how she crossed and uncrossed her legs and often would chuckle to herself when the sound of her stocking legs crossing and uncrossing would cause some male co-workers to look down at the source of the sound and then quickly look away. Danny and Janice had been invited to a dressing optional Halloween party at the home of someone Danny had done business with. Danny and Janice went as a "French Couple". He had on a chapeau and a striped shirt. He put on a fake moustache and a mask that covered his eyes. She had on a longish black skirt that came down below her knees but that was slit up one side. She had on black stockings and a garter belt and silver and purple pumps. Janice went to a wig salon and purchased a shiny purple wig. She also put on a mask (silver) that covered her eyes. After getting dressed and looking at each other, Janice and Danny cracked up in laughter while standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The party was held at a large home in Central New Jersey. This was in a part of the state where there were rolling hills and horse farms. There was a pool below a terrace that was out the rear of the property. In the distance and on either side of this property was a post and rail fence. Danny only knew the owner of this magnificent home from business and did not know any of the other guests. Danny guessed to himself that there were about sixty people at this party and a smattering of young people in their twenties and with the majority being in their late thirties. Most guests were in costume. There was a deejay, a bartender and a grand buffet of exquisite food and an abundance of champagne. Danny noticed one couple appearing to be in their late twenties. Their theme was that the male was the old porn star and very much deceased "John Holmes" and the female was "Jenna Jameson". "John" was dressed in a pair of jeans and had what appeared to be a very life like dildo causing a massive protrusion in his pants and down his left leg. "Jenna" was dressed in a very brief pink costume with no bra. She had on a very small pair of pink shorts and was wearing a thong. She had on a pair of very high heels with an ankle strap. She had on bright red lipstick and she walked around in character always licking and pursing her lips. She was in character but she was not a player. There was a point in time when guests started to get up and dance. Danny for a few moments danced with "Jenna". Danny knew that as soon as he dance with "Jenna" that she had probably had too much to drink. She was nice and told Danny that she and her husband had been married two years earlier. Danny asked "Jenna" where her husband got the very real looking dildo. She said it was the real thing and she blurted out that she could not get all of it inside of her during lovemaking. She also said she could not get her hand around it when it was hard. She then realized what she had said and apologized. She was not looking well and appeared to be ready to throw up. At the same time Janice was dancing with "John". Danny motioned over to "John" to help "Jenna". "John" came over to his wife and helped her to walk outside. A short time later "John" was seen carrying his wife to another part of the home where she was placed onto a bed in a spare bedroom she fell asleep. Danny and Janice continued to dance, drink champagne and to mingle with other guests. Danny mentioned to Janice that the dildo that "John" was sporting was the real thing. She said nothing initially and then started to ask Danny exactly what "Jenna" had told him. Danny responded and told Janice of the conversation and mentioned that "Jenna" said that "John" was so big that she could not get it all inside of her and that she could not wrap her hand around it when it was hard. Janice asked Danny to get her another glass of champagne. Danny walked to the bartender and as he was pouring it, he glanced over at Janice. She looked at Danny and then she looked towards the corner of the room where "John" was standing and then she looked back at Danny and stared intently in his direction. Danny felt a rush of fear and of incredible excitement. He started to sober up. His hands shook slightly as he lifted the glass of champagne and bought it to his wife. He handed the glass to his wife and she took a sip and stared at Danny Janice knew what Danny wanted and she knew what she wanted. She whispered to Danny, "Make it happen". Danny swallowed the remainder of his champagne. He thought for a moment and then walked over to "John". At that time "John" was standing alone. Danny asked John if he would like to go outside for some air. "John" thought it was a good idea as he wanted to sober up a little as he intended on leaving shortly and getting his wife home. Danny motioned for Janice to join them. She did. Out the rear French doors from this magnificent home the three of them walked down a pathway adjacent to a terraced area that led to the pool. There was patio furniture around the pool. There was a light from a side of the house that provided indirect lighting to the area so that one could see while walking but not enough to be seen easily from anyone inside of the party. The air was cool but not cold. It was in the middle of the fall and the leaves were falling and rustling in the breeze. The pool had been winterized and closed off with a covering. They made small talk once we were out near the pool. "John" sat down on one of four chairs that surrounded a table. Danny asked "John" where he had obtained the "fake cock" and he responded that it was real. Danny told him that he did not believe him. He offered to show Danny and said he would do so if Janice would turn away. She agreed to turn away and he pulled down his pants and then his underwear and displayed his cock. It was difficult to describe its width or length but to Danny it was a big cock perhaps six to seven inches in length and it had the width of a frozen orange juice can and it was soft. Janice asked if she could see. Danny said it was okay. Janice looked and swallowed hard. She stared at this strange cock and then looked at Danny. Janice asked "John" what it looked like hard. "John" stroked it and it grew. Janice started to walk closer to "John". She asked Danny if she could touch it and then quickly asked permission from "John". They both agreed to her request. Janice got into a position where she was crouching down and examining the growing cock. The cock felt huge in her hand. "John" exhaled and looked at Danny. Danny looked nervously away for a moment as he felt a wave of jealousy. Janice examined the cock more closely. She could see a pattern of veins that ran up and down the underside. She could not wrap her hand around it. Time stopped. Danny asked Janice to put it in her mouth. "John" had a surprised look at the turn of events. He stared at Danny and then at Janice. Janice did so. She had crouched down. "John" inhaled and exhaled slowly. Janice ran her tongue around the large head and then pulled about half of it into her mouth. She had her mouth full literally. "John" groaned and pushed upwards. In the distance music could be heard from the deejay as well as laughter from the guests. Janice became more frantic and was pulling on "John's" cock. She was slobbering over it and her saliva could be seen in the reflective light. "John" asked her to stop and then he stood up and pulled his pants down and also his underwear. Janice pulled her skirt up over her stockings and she sucked. She had one of her hands inside of her panties and was playing with herself. She sucked and slobbered for a few minutes. She then told Danny that she wanted to sit on "John's" cock. Danny had not anticipated this. Danny hesitated and then nodded his okay. "John" just stared at Danny and then at Janice. Janice stepped out of her underwear. With her back to "John" she got her self into position where she could sit on "John". Janice started her slow descent onto the tip of his cock. Danny was crazed with lust, doubt, fear and then overwhelmingly with lust again. He wondered to himself if this could spell disaster down the road to his marriage. Then he would be filled with lust as he saw his wife. Her skirt was up around her waist. She dared not remove it just in case there was unexpected company. Her black stockings were shiny in the muted lighting. Her mouth was slightly open as she prepared for the grand entrance. With the little light that was available Danny crouched down to get a closer look at what was about to happen. He saw the long lips of his' wife's labia that she was holding open and then the large head of "John's" cock getting close. Danny was fearful that "John" was going to have difficulty gaining entrance. He was sure that she was wet but the large cock head looked formidable. Danny pushed Janice's hands away and positioned himself so that she started to suck on Janice's lips and he then ran his tongue to her clit. He stuck his tongue into her as far as he could given the position he was in. Janice groaned and had a spontaneous orgasm. Danny stood up. Janice told Danny that she loved him and sat down on "John" getting the tip in on the first try. She had her feet on the patio surface and lowered and raised herself slowly at first and then with each up and down movement was able to get past the head. After about two minutes of the slow up and down movements, Janice looked at Danny and sat completely down. There was a perceptible grunt for "John". Danny could only see "John's" balls as he was totally inside of Janice. She started the long trip up and then the long trip down in a slow and deliberate rhythm. On occasion she would sit down on "John's" cock and then rotate on him and then she would make a slow ascent so that only the tip of the head was inside of her. Above the sounds of the deejay's music and the leaves blowing on the patio surface were the grunts and moans coming from "John" and Janice. Danny crouched down and was about three feet from the action. He could hear and see the sloshing of wet pussy and hard cock intermingling. "John" and Janice had been in a steady rhythm for over ten minutes. He held onto her waist and she rode him up and down. "John" did not touch her breasts but just held onto her waist. Danny stared and wondered to himself if he would ever be enough for Janice. At the same time he was so excited his heart rate was the stuff of an astronaut during liftoff. "John" started moaning louder and held Janice more tightly. On one of her descents to his cock, "John" held Janice down and made a sound that was different. Janice said that "John" was coming and she felt him spurting. She did not try to get off of him. She rotated with more vigor. Danny knew but Danny was helpless. He was also excited. After Janice stopped rotating Janice started to raise herself off of "John". Danny was as excited as he had ever been in his life. He viewed his wife as a total sexual being and he wanted to drink from her womb. After getting off of "John" Janice had placed one foot on a chair and one foot on the surface of the patio. Danny crouched down and ran his hands and face across her stockings and placed his mouth across her pussy. He started sucking. "John" had been in so deep that it took three pushes from Janice to get the commingled juices flowing. Janice pushed out with her pussy and a steady flow of her juices and "John's" sperm were drawn into Danny's mouth. It tasted like Janice but with a pronounced saltiness. Janice had another orgasm. At the same time "John" was standing nearby and his cock was in his hand while his pants and underwear were around his ankles. He told Janice and Danny that he was ready for more. It was not to be. The festivities ended. The three of them got themselves together and made their way to the party. Danny and Janice cleaned up in the restroom and then gave their thanks to the host and got ready to leave. "John" retrieved his wife and helped her into his car and left with Danny and Janice following for a part of the way home until "John" turned off. Danny and Janice arrived home washed up and went to bed. Nothing had been said on the way home or upon arrival at home. The next morning was a work day and they went off to work after exchanging pleasantries over juice and coffee. The next evening over dinner Danny expressed to Janice that he was fearful that he would not be enough for her after what had transpired. She assured him that she never wanted anyone else. Danny also expressed to her that his eating out another man's come was something that was spontaneous. Janice told him that she always knew her Danny was a sensualist and that she thought it was a sexy thing to do. The spark in their lovemaking returned. While at work Danny would think about what had occurred. He sent flowers to Janice at work. He took her to Paris for a long weekend of lovemaking. Janice was very excited about the attention given to her by Danny. She tried to place what had occurred into perspective. In essence she tried to think her way through the episode but there was a part of her that gave her a primal feeling of lust. She wondered if what had happened would ever happen again and if it did with whom. She had no particular feelings for "John" or for the ski patroller that she sucked off in Vermont. She thought what it would be like to watch Danny with another woman and then she wondered what it would be like for her to be with another woman. On a few occasions she would be overcome with lust at work about what had transpired and go the ladies room and masturbate. About two months later "John" called Danny at his office and left him a message on his voicemail. For two days Danny did not respond. He had this overwhelming fear but was not sure of what. He finally returned the call. "John" had found out where Danny worked from the host of the party. They were cordial to each other. Danny asked how "John's" wife had done after the party and the response was that she was not used to drinking and had to sleep in at home for two days following the party. "John" asked how Janice was and Danny's throat tightened and he said she was fine. "John" was almost apologetic for what had occurred saying that he never had cheated on his wife and felt guilt about the fact that he had relations with another woman while his wife was sleeping nearby. Danny remarked that he and Janice had a lot to drink and that they were keeping the episode in perspective. He told "John" that he and Janice were not swingers but had reached an experimental phase in their marriage. "John" remarked that he doubted that his wife would ever "experiment". He also remarked that although their marriage was good he was having flashbacks about the party that left him cold when he was in an intimate setting with his wife. Danny told "John" that he did not know when or if there would be another time when a third person would be included into their marriage. Danny suggested to "John" to work on his marriage. At the same time Danny wondered whether he should work on his own marriage. Danny and Janice each knew that a threshold had been crossed. Neither knew where their journey would take them. They were confident in each other's love but were wary of their respective lust. There would be more. Liaison at Work As I enter your building, I check the seams on my stockings—straight. It's time for another liaison, but you're a bit in the dark on this one. You know I'm coming to your office, and you know the day, but you don't know exactly what's going to happen when I get there. I exit the elevator on your floor and approach the receptionist, smiling and giving her my card as I ask for you, letting her know we had an appointment. She buzzes you, and instructs me to wait. Rather than sitting in what has to be an uncomfortable lobby chair, I stand at a window and look outside, enjoying the feeling of my damp panties: I'm already excited by what I'm about to do for you. I hear you approach, and I look at you and smile as you introduce yourself and shake my hand. My pulse is throbbing—can't the receptionist see?—and I can feel my panties become ever more damp as we walk down the hall to your office. Once inside, you close and lock the door and simply—look at me. You do know one of the rules for today: No talking. I've dressed as your powerful professional woman fantasy: Tight black pencil skirt and suit jacket, with a buttoned white shirt underneath, black stockings and black stilettos. But this isn't about my professional power today. Today I'm a different fantasy. While you watch, I take my hair down out of its French twist tucked into a clip and shake it out. I remove my jacket while I watch the pulse pound in your throat and your cock harden inside your dress pants, and hang it on the back of the guest chair next to your desk. The chair has no arms, and it's going to be perfect for a number of the parts of this liaison. I pull my shirt out of my skirt and unbutton it down just below my bra. You can see it's a push up with lace and tiny black bows, and my full, heavy breasts rest inside, jiggling with my movements. I arrange myself in the chair for you, pulling my knee length skirt up, up, up above my stockings, showing you what's in store. Underneath my skirt, my little panties are black, and my stockings are gartered with tiny bows connecting the garters and the stockings. You can see the tops of my thighs now, and you watch as I spread my legs, completing my transformation into your whore making an office call. I crook a finger, beckoning you silently toward me, and you come. I reach up and unzip your pants, bringing your hard cock out and towards my mouth. You instinctively thrust your hips toward me, but I hold you off: I have one more detail. I reach into the pocket of my skirt and bring out the dark red lipstick I have there, and while you look down at me, your cock inches from my lips, I coat my lips with red, preparing my mouth to take your cock. You breathe harder, knowing I've listened to those fantasies you've told me about. When I'm finished, you watch your cock disappear into my mouth as I take the first gulp of your cock, my lips sliding down your shaft, down, all the way to the base. A little smudge of lipstick remains as I slide back up, and you focus on that: the visible mark I'm leaving on you. You start to run your fingers through my hair, but I pull back and shake my head at you. When I leave here, I'll walk out the trim and polished professional that came in. Instead, your hands rest on my shoulders as I mouth-fuck your cock, up and down the shaft, sucking and licking, one hand on your balls, lightly squeezing and fondling. When I feel you swelling and throbbing, I ease up, knowing this is only one part of the fantasy. I slide down again, my mouth at the base of your cock, and—when the head bumps the back of my throat—you jerk as blood rushes to your cock, and I hear you inhale sharply. But not yet, babyboy, I think—and slide you out of my mouth to hang there, hard and throbbing, dangling obscenely from the fly of your dress pants. You watch, breathing hard, as I rise and walk to your couch. I turn and look you in the eyes as I lift my skirt even higher, reaching beneath to pull my panties down, past my knees and to the floor. You watch them go past the stockings and down my legs—my legs that you love—and watch my stilettos step out of them, leaving them lying on the floor. I sit at one end of the couch, draping myself across it, one foot on the floor, one high on the back, my skirt up around my waist, my shirt gaping with my breasts blooming out of the top of my bra, my stockings dark against the pale skin of my legs, my lips dark with the remaining smear of my whorish lipstick. And you know I've done this for you: reached down inside myself to bring out the slut and whore inside me, set aside the professional, the proper lady, the outward decorous woman the rest of the world sees. You come to me and when you would kiss me, I turn my head—lipstick smears on your cock are one thing, but not on your face. So you reach into my bra and pull my breast up, exposing the nipple for you to lick and suck. I let you play for a minute, and then I slide down into you, and you feel my hot, wet pussy make contact with your rock hard cock—and you know this liaison is making me just as excited as it's making you. You grab the back of the sofa and hold yourself up, and I rock my hips up once, twice, three times; your cock slides into my pussy as if it belongs there. You begin to move now, fucking your whore as she opens for you in your office, and your cock bottoms out in my cunt. My pussy is throbbing, my hands on your hips as you thrust in and out, harder and harder. I bite my lip to stifle my moans and you grit your teeth with the effort to stay quiet. At this rate, neither of us will last long—we're too excited for that—and I squeeze your ass as you fuck me. Your breathing gets harsher and harsher as you work your cock in and out of my pussy, and I feel myself start to shiver and shake with my oncoming orgasm. I look up at you, holding yourself so tight above me, and I break the rule and say—Cum—and, as if you were waiting for my permission, you thrust once more, harder than ever, and I feel your hot cum explode into me as you hold your cock deep inside, its deep throbbing setting off another orgasm for me. For several minutes we stay there, panting and still, and I don't feel you shrink or soften. I look up at you and you shake your head and grin at me, and I know what you're thinking—Still fucking rock hard, baby—and I shake my head and smile at you. But it's time to get back to work, and you pull out from me, releasing a stream of cum to splash onto my pussy and thighs. You use my panties to wipe your cock and my pussy, and then pull them back onto me. The whore has to wear the cum-soaked panties out of the office. I pull out makeup and a brush, and you watch as I put myself back together, returning to the professional woman who arrived less than an hour ago. I remove the red lipstick, twist and clip up the hair, tuck in the shirt and straighten the skirt. As I pull on my jacket, you come and take my face in your hands and kiss me—the kiss that turns me back into your lover from your whore—and I walk out to the elevator, knowing we'll play this one again... Liaison at Work - My Turn It's been an awful day at work—nothing's gone right, I've decided my clients are out to kill me, and I'm ready to crawl up anyone's ass that looks crosswise at me. I've shut my door, ordered my assistant to screen all calls and visitors, and am just pounding away at everything covering my desk. I have a dinner meeting in a few hours, and I know it will be a long night. My heels are kicked off under my desk, the rock music is going pretty loudly, and I'm working away when you text me: Why so quiet, baby? I growl at the phone and hammer out a text that lets you know exactly how bad my day's been. Instead of the instant soothing text I expect, I get nothing. I growl again and throw my phone to my desk. Fine. I work for another hour before my phone buzzes with a call from my assistant, who is rightly hesitant to announce a visitor. She's ready for me to bite her head off, and I'm considering it. Until she says your name. I breathe deeply—this is so unusual, for you to be here—and stifle the urge to check my hair or makeup. There's no point. I've been pulling at my hair all day, and god only knows if I have anything left on my face. You've seen me worse, and will see me better. I am what I am. My pussy is tingling at the thought of you here. I put my stilettos back on and go out and greet you, trying to smile and be nice. My assistant is watching us warily, wondering—I'm sure—if I'm going to order you out like I have everyone else. Since her desk is so close to my office, I suggest she go down the hall and work on some things in the copy room. She takes my suggestion with unseemly haste and escapes. I pull you into my office, and you immediately take me in your arms. For a minute, I just stand there, enjoying the feeling, but then pull back. Why are you here?—I ask, and you smile at me. Your fucktoy is here to service you—you say, and my breath catches. Then you take my hand and pull me to my desk, pushing back a pile of papers on the end. I stop before I say something sharp about the pile and your arrogance, then realize what you're doing as you begin to reach up under my skirt. Wait—I start to say, ready to push you and what I think you're doing aside. No—you say, and begin to pull my panties down. My pussy continues to tingle, and now it's throbbing. I step out of them, and you watch me as you hold them up to your face. Mmmm—you say as you inhale deeply, and as always, your kink gets me hotter. You drop them to the desk, and then begin to hike my skirt up to my hips, and I have to try not to pant as my breathing gets faster. We've never done this at my office, even though we christened yours recently. I have no lock on my door. You push me further onto the desk and I sit on the edge precariously, my weight on my hands behind me, and you spread my legs apart, my pussy open and gaping, waiting for you. You kneel on the Persian rug and lightly rub your face on the soft skin of my inner thighs; my clit joins my pussy's party and begins to throb heavily as you kiss and nibble your way up. It's less than a minute before the tip of your tongue touches me, but it feels like I've waited hours until I feel the pointed end of your tongue flick my clit. You stay there for a while, and I'm about ready to cum when you pull back and begin to suck my pussy lips into your mouth, sending me over the edge. As my cunt clenches, you begin to fuck my hole with your tongue. I hold back my moans but can't hold back my panting breaths, and even with the music going, they sound so loud in the office. Outside my door, I hear people walking by, talking, but they know better than to come in if the door is shut and loud music is going—thank god. But the presence of people a few feet away while you kneel between my legs is so risky, so taboo, that I keep cumming, my heart pounding, and I lean forward to pull your head into me, my thighs wrapping around your head as I fold onto you for balance. You're now licking me with the flat of your tongue, top to bottom, drinking my juices, your tongue flicking into my pussy, and now into my ass, my hips are moving, fucking your mouth, my thighs squeezing your head unmercifully, your hands clenching my ass tightly, and I'm cumming continuously as I clench you to me, my nails scraping your scalp as I grip your hair. I'm on the edge of the desk and the edge of ecstasy, and all that's holding me up is you. My shuddering orgasm finally subsides, and your licking and sucking gentles as I come down. I put my hands behind me on the desk again and rest my weight on them, watching your head bobbing between my thighs, and—rather than feeling satiated—I am aroused even more. I want more than just your tongue in me. I put my hand on your face, and you look up at me. Are you...?—I start to ask, pretty sure I know the answer. As a fucking rock—you answer me, and stand up. I can see the ridge of your cock beneath your dress pants, hard and rigid, and my cunt gets even wetter. I stand and kiss you, loving the taste of my pussy on your lips, and then turn around facing the desk. When I bend over the desk, presenting myself for you, I hear you exhale deeply, and then upzip your pants. I wait breathlessly for a few seconds, then I feel the head of your cock at my tingling, throbbing pussy lips. For a moment, you pause there, and then your cock plunges all the way in, bottoming out in my cunt, and you bend over me to put your mouth at my ear. That what you wanted?—you ask me, and I can only answer with a low laugh and moan as you slowly ease out then thrust back in. Here to please—you say with a low laugh. You start to move faster, thrusting inside me, your cock perfect for my cunt at this angle, rubbing over spots and ridges inside me as you piston in and out. I can feel my juices oozing out of my pussy as you fuck me, and I begin to cum as quietly as I can. The desk is starting to move across the carpet with the power of your thrusts, and my breasts are pressed into the hard wood, but I don't care. I can barely breathe with how aroused I am. I can hear you breathing faster and faster, harder and harder—just like the thrusts in my pussy—and I know you're getting close. At this moment, there is nothing I want more than to feel you explode in my cunt. I know my pussy is clenching you, but I add to it, the muscles in the walls of my cunt squeezing your cock hard, and you groan as they milk you. Your cock reacts with explosive squirts of cum inside me, liquid white heat, and I cum with you, my cunt milking you and sucking you further up inside me. You lean down on me, resting yourself for a minute, and I take a moment to say—That's what I wanted, babyboy, now do it again—and you laugh, a little breathlessly, and then stroke your still hard cock in and out of me again, sending little streams of our cum down my bare legs. How's that bad day now?—you ask me, and I laugh, spreading my legs a little farther to accommodate you. What bad day? Liaison Plus One Pt. 01 I pull up to the valet lane at the club, and the handsome young valet opens my door and greets me with a smile as usual, and extends a hand to help me out. There are certain benefits to being older with a great car and a propensity for liberal tipping. I greet him by name, and we exchange a few words before I turn to the door. There's no line, but I slip the bouncer a few bills and talk with him for a few minutes. He's a great guy, with two kids at home and two jobs in addition to this one. The inside of the club is dark, and—while my ID is hardly necessary—I show it to the girl at the desk, and then turn to the bar. We've not really arranged a liaison tonight, but I am feeling cougarish and hungry and hope we can make something happen. I don't know the bartender behind the bar tonight, but my order—as usual—raises an eyebrow and elicits some conversation. I sit for a moment watching the people around the bar. Most are my age or younger, and there are a group of young women clearly out for a bachelorette party. They are obviously deep into their night, their heavy makeup, short dresses, and stacked heels looking a bit awkward as they eye the men on the other side of the bar and laugh loudly. The men at the bar are a bit older—late thirties or forties at least, if not older—and they are watching the girls with predatory eyes. I know how they feel: I too prefer to be with younger men...they're less complicated, less cynical, less ready for a lifetime commitment. All I want from you is tonight. For a moment, I look down into my drink. It's been a long and busy week, with some complex negotiations in my office and in yours—on different deals, of course—and it's going to be interesting to see who's on top tonight: me or you. I look up when I hear the girls giggling, and there you are, coming in the door. I can hear the girls talking about someone hot, and I'm amused to see it's you they're talking about. I can see why: you're tall, muscled, tan, and gorgeous. And you're looking at me as you walk past the giggling, half-drunk party girls. I can see what's in your mind as you come in: you're wondering what we're going to do tonight, how we'll drive each other wild, who'll be in charge or on top, and how one of us will bring something kinky or dark or crazy into whatever it is we're doing. And my pussy begins to throb, because I'm wondering the same thing. As you come close, I idly speculate as to whether we'll pretend to be strangers or will act like the lovers we are. You close the distance and answer the question for me by sliding an arm around my waist and nuzzling my neck with your lips. I tilt my head to give you access as I watch the girls watching you, and I know my eyelids are starting to feel heavy and my smile is sultry and full of every expectation I have, and I feel so much more experienced and sensual than any of them could possibly imagine. My breathing quickens, and you laugh into my ear, knowing just what you're doing to me. Your laugh makes my nipples tighten and my breasts get heavy, and I close my eyes at the sensation. When I open my eyes, one of the men at our side of the bar is watching me, and, as I stare back at him, he raises his glass in a bit of a toast. He's older than me, older most of the other men standing there, and I don't recognize him; he's probably an out of town businessman staying at the hotel a block away. I smile a bit at him, and then focus my attention on you again. My hand has drifted down to rest against your thigh, and I can feel the ridge of your big cock beneath your pants as you stand against me. Looks like you caught someone's attention—you say, and as I look at you, you dip your head in the direction of the older man. I look over at him. He's still watching, drinking his scotch as he does, his eyes hot and intense on us. And suddenly I know what our wild and crazy will be tonight. Why don't we ask him if he wants to watch us tonight?—I ask you, and I hear you breathe in quickly. You look up at the man, who is still watching me watching him, and I can almost hear you thinking: Why not? But your teeth nip at my neck and I wonder if I've read you wrong, as you step up to the bar to order a drink, blocking my view of our voyeur. You drink it down pretty quickly and then turn to look at me. Why not?—you say, and my heart thunders in my chest. We've done some pretty kinky things, but we've not added anyone to our fuckfest yet—this is new, and a step over some invisible line. But I look at you, young and confident and gorgeous, and I know I want to show you and your big beautiful cock—and what it does to me—off to someone else who'll appreciate it. You step back to my side and, sure enough, he's still looking our way. You slide your arm around me and begin to kiss my neck again. I tilt my head, keeping my eyes on him, then slide my hand up to cup your head, digging my nails into your scalp. This time he can tell it's no accident that I'm watching him watch us, and his eyes widen. His eyes flick down to my barely contained breasts in the man's dress shirt I'm wearing, and then back to my face. I'm flushed and warm, but my nipples are as taut as if we're in freezing weather. I watch him down the rest of his drink, and for a moment I think we might have gone too far—perhaps he's leaving—but he orders another, and I notice as he looks away to the bartender that his face is a bit flushed and there's a sheen of sweat on his upper lip. By this time, your other arm has gone around my waist as well, pushing my tits up even higher, and I feel as if you're offering me to this man as he picks up his refreshed drink and turns to watch us again. There are a few people in between us and him, and they move and laugh and talk, but no matter what, his eyes find us again after being blocked. I am on fire, and every time you press up against me, I feel your body heat as you get more inflamed. I can only imagine your cock is rock hard by this time. I finally turn my head toward you, breaking eye contact with our voyeur as I do, to kiss you, and I know you are as aroused as I am as your tongue sweeps my mouth possessively. As we break the kiss, I look directly in your eyes and tilt my head toward him slightly. You nod, and I stand, my knees slightly unsteady. I disengage from you and walk toward him, and he straightens from his leaning position at the bar. I step up close to him and smile, then ask one of the most cliché'd questions around: Not from around here? He smiles and shakes his head as he leans in and responds—In from Portland for the week—and I smile and say the expected—Welcome to Texas. Then I take a breath and jump right in. My friend and I want to know if you'd like to watch us tonight?—and he reacts immediately, his eyes widening, his head going back, and his body tightening. How?—he asks, but I can tell he's already decided the answer is yes. We'll figure it out—I respond, and turn to walk back to you. I know—I KNOW—he's following me, and your eyes tell me I'm right as I step toward you and take your hand. When I turn, he's right behind me, looking a bit uncertain. I smile at him, and suddenly I feel completely confident and powerful, with you—young and so beautiful—and him—older and more confident and mature—and both of you want me. I can see it in your eyes and in his. Ready?—I ask you, and you nod. Ready?—I ask him, and he nods as well. I walk out of the club in front of you both, feeling like a goddess or a queen, ready to fuck my subjects... We walk out to the valet lane, and I pay and get my key and make a quick agreement with the valets to leave my car in the garage, and we begin to walk toward the luxury hotel a block away in the center. As we round one block, you push me up against the wall of a restaurant slightly out of sight, and kiss me deep and hard, your body jammed up against mine. I put my hands at your waist and hold on, and your hands come up to rest on the wall on either side of my head. Your tongue dips in and out and, before I can even respond, your mouth slides off mine and you dive right for the place that makes me crazy—on the side where my neck and shoulder meet. I instinctively pull you in closer, and your hips grind against my belly, your cock rigid and hard against my softness. Even in my four-inch heels, you're several inches taller than me, but you nudge my legs apart and lean in, your body grinding against my pussy. My eyes are closed for a few seconds, but then I remember our guest, and I open them and look to see him leaning against the wall a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, watching you ravish me. My cunt is already thundering towards orgasm, and this sight sends me careening farther towards it. You feel my pulse with your lips and I know you can hear me panting, and your grinding with your hips takes on a rhythm that I know is you fucking me, and that's all it takes: I shatter. You keep me there against the wall in the darkness, grinding slowly against me as I come down, and then you kiss me again, and pull me towards the hotel entrance. You've very clearly shown me that even goddesses want to feel a hard cock every once in a while. We go into the hotel and for a minute, the bright lights of the lobby seem to confuse all three of us: are we getting a room or using his? But I step forward and approach the desk pretty confidently. Since it's Friday night and this is a weeknight hotel, they have some rooms available. I note our friend has stepped away and is looking over some material on a side desk while I complete the transaction. The desk clerk writes the number on the little key folder and hands it to me, asking if we need help with our luggage. We laugh and refuse, and I take the key cards from the key folder. As we pass our voyeur, I slide the empty folder with the room number into his pants pocket. My touch startles him for a moment. We get into the elevator and he follows, and we choose our floor. Before the door even closes, I am on you, my mouth on yours, my body snugged up to you as I give you the kiss you wouldn't let me give out on the street. Your hands go to my head, in my hair, as you kiss me back. When the bell dings two short floors later, I pull away, and you growl at me—and I know there will be repercussions later. While we don't look at our guest directly, we both know he's there, and when I open the door with the key, he follows us in. The room is turned down for the night, and I go to the lamp and turn it off, then go to the window—which faces the busy pedestrian street out front, and open the curtains wide, bringing in the moonlight and the glow from the streetlights. I turn around and see the two of you standing like competing lions, wary and uncertain how to look at each other. Our guest has found the minibar and a glass and has poured himself a scotch. He seemed a bit nervous before, but now he's just excited. I start to speak, then shrug. You'll figure it out. I make a quick decision and decide to slip off my short black skirt, my black panties stark against the pale golden skin of my legs in my black heels. The white dress shirt—yours—I'm wearing hits me at the top of my thighs. I unbutton the straining buttons at the chest, and my tits spill out over the pink and white bra I have on. I'm wearing glittery dangling earrings and a diamond necklace at my throat, and my hair is wild from your hands in the elevator. I feel absolutely gorgeous as I step toward you and begin to unbutton your shirt, my lips following my hands as I untuck the shirt and pull it off you. Then you're standing there naked from the waist up, and I go crazy on that chest and abs while you stand still, letting me play as I want to. Our voyeur has found a chair and is sitting off to one side, watching and drinking. His absolute stillness and intense scrutiny is making me crazy, and I take it out on you, licking and nibbling and sucking. My hands find the button of your jeans and I go down on my knees in front of you as I unwrap my present for being such a good girl—and take your hard, hard cock out, shucking your jeans and boxer briefs as I go, helping you step out. Naked in front of me. Just like I want. I start by running my nails up and down the length of your cock, lightly stroking, my mouth only inches away. I feel your gaze and his as I begin to rub your cock over the soft skin of my face, and I hear you groan a bit as it moves past my mouth, once, twice, a third time. By the time I've rubbed your cock all over my face, you're hard as a rock and leaking precum on my skin. I pause and look up at you looking down on me, and you watch as I lean in, my mouth open, my eyes on yours, and take your cock inside my mouth...all the way inside my mouth, until the head bumps the back of my throat and your balls brush my chin. I struggle not to gag, the hard length of you almost more than I can take, the huge head making my cheeks bulge. Your hands are in my hair and you sweep it back into an impromptu ponytail and I know you're about to fuck my mouth a little, so I take a deep breath and prepare: and sure enough, in you go, your hand steady on the back of my head. I reach up with my hands and cup the cheeks of your ass as you slowly fuck my face, in and out, in and out, in and out. I can feel your cock throbbing and I know you'd love to cum inside my mouth, so I take over, sucking harder, sliding you in and out of the back of my throat, until I hear you take in a deep, deep breath, and then suddenly you're cumming in my mouth and throat, and I struggle to take it all in. As I feel you spurt in my mouth, I look over at our voyeur to see him rubbing his cock through his dress pants. He seems a little taken aback; does he think we're done? Is he in for a surprise... I can feel you breathing hard as you come down from your orgasm, stroking slowly in and out of my mouth. As I swallow and try to breathe, you pull me up to stand in front of you. You kiss me, opening my mouth with your mouth, dipping your tongue into my mouth to sweep the taste of your cum from my tongue, your hands sliding down my back to my ass, squeezing them in the black satin of my panties. Your still-hard cock presses against me, and I slide a hand between us to cup your heavy balls, and you groan into my mouth. I continue to stroke your balls and cock and you slide your mouth to the opening of your shirt that I'm wearing, pushing the placket aside to nibble at my collarbone. One of your hands comes up between us to finish unbuttoning the shirt, and I feel the cold hotel room air on my skin, tightening my nipples even more than the arousal had already tightened them. I can't help it: I have to touch you, all of you. You're standing so straight and tall, and I love to touch your body. I pull you down to the bed and begin to run my hands all over you. You're used to this fetish of mine, and I hear you exhale as I start at your head, my fingers pushing through your hair and skimming over your face, my own face and lips following after. I rub my face on your chest like a cat rubbing my scent all over you, stopping briefly at your taut nipples, laving them with my tongue and scraping them with my teeth, drawing a sharp breath from you as I nip and suck. Your hands keep time with mine, running through my hair and over my back, but I'm soon out of your reach as I move lower and lower, dipping into your flat male belly button and then to my favorite spot, that Basket of Heaven at your hip, my tongue digging into the bundle of nerves just inches from your hard cock. The fact that I'm still dressed while you're naked just heightens the arousal for us both, as you submit—even for a few minutes—to my ministrations. I stay where I am for a few moments, my cloth-covered body rubbing deliciously over your smooth skin, and you react with a husky groan as my hands go back up to your flat stomach and arms while my mouth is busy at your groin. Over to the other side for another few minutes of joy, then my hands rove to your thighs, pulling them apart so that I can play between. I massage the Stalk of Heaven for a minute, pulling another groan from you as I rub my face over your damp and sticky cock, so recently in my mouth. I dip my head and take your cock inside my mouth again, and your hands push me down on you briefly as I take you in as deep as I can, before leaving it to delicately suck each of your balls into my mouth. My fingers are busy below, sliding down the crack of your ass with a little dip into your asshole as you raise your hips to give me access. But I'm moving on, my lips now on the inside of your muscular thighs, behind your knees to that spot, and further on, my bra-encased tits now hanging outside the dress shirt, and my entire body sliding over yours down to your feet, to rub myself, my covered breasts, my satin-covered pussy all over the rest of your body. As I slide back up, your precum-wet cock hangs on my body, and tugs at me, and I think about mounting you right then, but you have other ideas, and you push me down on my back, laughing and telling me it's time for your turn. You start by sitting back and looking at me lying there, your white shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, my bra clearly not containing my breasts as my nipples peek over the top of the white and pink garment. My black satin panties are damp and high on my thighs, my legs hanging open and slightly bent. My legs are askew and open, ready for anything and everything, my black high-heeled sandals still on my feet. We both know what you're thinking: No matter how dominant I am, I can and will be your slut when I choose to be. And I am your slut tonight. We've both barely remembered our voyeur, but he suddenly speaks quietly from the side of the room: Fuck the slut—he says, and for a moment, I see you tense and look at him without a bit of pleasure in your eyes. My slut—you say quietly, and then your eyes are back on me, and I know I'm about to get fucked within an inch of my life. You start by pulling off the shirt, and hold it for just a second, inhaling my scent from the soft cotton fabric. You suddenly grin at me and I know you're wondering if you're ever going to get the expensive shirt back. I laugh and shake my head, and you toss it over the side of the bed. Now I'm dressed only in my bra and panties and heels, and I know as much as you'd like me naked, tonight I'm a visual feast for you and our guest. You begin at my feet, a deliberate turnabout of my exploration of you, and hold up my black leather sandal-clad foot, extending my leg out for yourself and our voyeur to see, the muscles along my calf straining as you kiss my red-painted toenails at the toes of the sandals. Your wet tongue scrapes along the arch of my foot, and my pussy clenches in reaction, pulling a deep breath and a moan from me as your lips kiss my ankle, then skim up the inside of my calf, making those muscles jump as they pass over. Then you're at the back of my knee, laving your tongue over the nerves so close to the skin. I'm moaning nonstop by this point, hoping your upward trend continues, and it does, your lips coming up to play in my inner thigh, the skin so soft and sensitive there. But before I enjoy the sensation, you've left to pick up my other leg, and I am treated to the achingly slow journey from that side, my pussy left to wait in anticipation. As you begin to creep up my inner thigh again, I sense movement from our guest, and I open my eyes and turn my head to watch as he unzips his dress pants and takes out his cock. It's not as large as yours, but it's not small either, and as you begin to kiss my panty-clad pussy, I watch as he begins to stroke it slowly, top to bottom, and the light from the window shows the faint sheen on it from his leaking precum. The sight of him and the feeling of your lips kissing over the satin so close to my pussy are making me throb and clench, and as you settle in between my legs, placing them over your shoulders, I feel the beginning of an orgasm—and you have yet to touch my clit or pussy directly. I shake and shudder with it, moaning and panting, and you slide your hands under my ass to pull my body onto your mouth, pressing it hard against the satin covering my clit, the wet material warm with my body heat and yours. Liaison Plus One Pt. 01 I can feel my heart thundering in my chest, and my hands find your head, pulling you into me as I come down from the orgasm, but then your fingers pull my panties to one side and your mouth is on me, and I can feel the next one building. I wrap my strong thighs around your head as I open my eyes to see our guest watching my eyes and face, and I buck my hips into you as I cum again, your tongue sliding right into my hole to fuck me as I clench and throb and moan. All thoughts of a long slow fuck have left my brain and all I want right now is you inside me. I pull at your shoulders and beg—Please babyboy, please fuck me—and you're so sweet: for once you listen to me. My panties are ripped down my legs and I help as much as I can, and then they're gone, tossed to the floor where they stay. You're sliding up me immediately, your hands going to my back to unhook my bra, and suddenly my tits are unbound and free, the nipples hard as diamonds as the bra goes flying. Your mouth finds one nipple and the first touch of your tongue is electric to my body, my chest bucking up to stuff it further into your mouth. My hand on the back of your head presses hard, and your mouth is full of my flesh as I feel your hard cock between my legs. I open wider and push my hips up, searching, but you evade me, moving your head to my other nipple first, and it is all I can take. Now—I demand—fuck me now—and there's no way I'm begging at this point. You slide up higher and your mouth finds mine, your tongue thrusting into my mouth as you thrust your cock into my cunt, bottoming out into my drenched hole, and I can feel your balls slap against my ass as I cant my hips up, my legs wrapping around your hips as you begin thrusting into me, fucking me hard and fast, my heels digging into the back of your ass. Your hands slide up my arms as you fuck, pushing them above my head to hold them tight, holding me down—as if I would try to get away at this point. But you love to see me spread out for you, holding nothing back, and for a few short minutes we fuck each other, my hips coming up to meet yours as they thrust down, pushing me hard into the bed. I turn to watch our guest, and I'm not surprised to see him standing close to the bed, watching our writhing bodies as we fuck each other hard, finding our rhythm now. Your head is tucked into the side of my neck, and I can hear your breathing increase, and I know you're about to give me a gift, pandering to my fetish, and I'm delighted to help. Cum—I say—and in reaction, you groan once, thrusting hard once, then again, and I feel your hot cum spurt into my cunt, as you continue to thrust. And then—your cock staying hard and hot—you keep fucking me, my now-sopping cunt taking you in even farther. And the fact that you've given your cumslut what she wants sends me over the edge, and I start cumming around your cock, my spasms pulling you and your cum inside me. I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling, but open them again as I feel you release my hands and sit up, your hips still pistoning your cock inside of me, and I watch you as you sit back on your heels. You pull my hips up and into you, and I wrap my legs around you and hold on as you continue to fuck me while you watch me, your hands first sliding over me, then up under me to squeeze my ass. I look at our guest, and he's stroking hard at his cock, his pants and underwear down around his ankles, his dress shirt unbuttoned and open, his tshirt pulled up to reveal a taut flat stomach. You slow your thrusts for a second, and I look to see you looking at me with a cynical smile on your face. You're watching me watching him, and you know what I want before I do. Slut—you whisper, and you're right. I am. I turn back to our guest and extend my hand toward his cock. He complies with my silent request and moves forward, and for a minute, while you fuck me slow and hard, I stroke his cock for him, my smooth soft hand with my long nails scraping the underside. He watches me, mesmerized by the sight, then groans under his breath and closes his eyes as I pull on the head, then back down to the base. Then I stroke him hard, mimicking what he was doing almost exactly, and I know he's close to cumming in my hand. I feel you stroking harder, and I know you're going to cum again, and, as I look at your face, I see that you're close. The position we're in is perfect for deep, deep penetration, and I feel you bottoming out in my cunt, your balls slapping in rhythm against my ass. I let go of the stranger's cock and begin to tweak my nipples, my hands cupping my full breasts. The extra stimulation gets me closer to my own orgasm, and I know you can feel my clenching cunt around your cock. As I begin to cum, I feel you spurting inside me, and then I feel a splatter on my hands and chest as our voyeur cums from feet away, his cock shooting his hot cum over my body... Liak Several European explorers lent their names to the "discovery" of the northern Artic. Baffin, Frobisher, Mackenzie and Franklin were met by the nomadic Inuit's as they sailed into the land of ice and snow. The white man called them "Eskimos", eaters of raw meat as their diet consisted mainly of fish and hunted mammals. Later they became known as "Inuit", meaning "the people" in their language, Inutitut. The marital customs among the Inuit were not strictly monogamous, many Inuit relationships were implicitly or explicitly sexually open polygamy, divorce and remarriage were fairly common. Formal marriage and divorce required the approval of the community and particularly the agreement of the elders. Marriages were often arranged, sometimes in infancy and occasionally forced on the couple by the community. Marriage was expected for a man as soon as he could hunt for himself and for women at puberty. Family structure was flexible, a household might consist of a man and his wife or wives and children; it might include his parents or his wife's parents as well as adopted children. It might be a larger formation of several siblings with their parents, wives and children or even more than one family sharing dwellings and resources. Every household had a head of household, an elder or a particularly respected man. This was Liak's world. It was summertime in the Artic and her band were living in their caribou skin tents. Liak's family consisted of four men and three females. Tuma was the head of their household having survived seventy-two harsh winters on the tundra. Itukuchuk was Liak's husband and along with his brother Nanook were the family's hunters and whom they depended on for their food. Millaaraq was Nanook's wife who had borne him a son. Liak was large with child and ready to give birth in a couple of moons. Noayak was the matriarch wife of the respected Tuma. Liak being the youngest of the breeders was a favorite with the men even though she was with child. The family occupied three tents, one of which was for eating and doing chores while the other two were for sleeping. One of the sleeping tents was reserved for those engaging in sex. Liak spent most nights in this tent. Tuna was too old to fuck his lovely granddaughter but she dutifully sucked his ancient cock each night until he spurt his sperm into her mouth. Liak was accustom to salty tasting food and gulped his jism down into her swollen belly with gusto. Whilst servicing her grandfather's cock it was not unusual for her brother Nanook to mount her from the rear using her warm cunt to relieve himself in. It was warm enough in the tent for Liak to be naked for her lovers. Her long, lustrous black hair hung down with her pendulous swollen breasts. A thick pelt of shiny pubic hair blanketed the opening to her womb. "The council wishes to use you." Itukuchuk informed his pregnant wife. The council consisted of five of the band's elders, all of whom were well into their senior years. Auguta, Tuna, Akluitok, Injuquaq and Amaguq, Liak knew them all. She had grown up with these men and three of them had taken her on her wedding night. The Council of Elder's tent was almost thirty feet in diameter and towering forty of fifty feet into the Artic sky. It was summertime so the sun never really set, it just sank towards the horizon and then begins its climb to overhead once more. The elders were sat in a circle when Liak entered the tent. "Take of your clothes child". Auguta said in Intuit as she took her place in the center of them. Obediently Liak removed her caribou skin garments and stood naked before them. Liak's swollen belly glistened with perspiration as the air in the tent was hot and stank of rotten flesh and dried blood. "On your knees." Auguta said as he stood to approach her. Liak took her position on her hands and knees knowing the elders wanted to use the gateway to her womb. Auguta knelt behind her and slid his very old cock into her wet passage. The other elders mumbled their approval as Liak rocked back taking Auguta's cock completely inside of her. Each or the elders took their turn depositing their sperm into the very pregnant wife. Liak returned to her tent with their cum running down her legs. Itukuchuk and Nanook awaited her. The brothers wallowed in Liak's dripping cunt using their cocks and their tongues. They considered it good luck to partake of the elders' sperm. It was only two weeks later that Liak gave birth to her first born daughter, Adlartok. Liak was overjoyed knowing her child had been blessed by the Council of Elders. The weeks passed quickly by as Liak nursed her baby and returned to the service of the family's males. She would often fuck with her husband, Nanook or Tuma while Adlartok cooed softly in her caribou hide cradle. Winter was setting in and there was very little daylight. The sun promised to rise in the east but quickly retreated into the western horizon leaving them in darkness. Nanook and Itukuchuk were out on the tundra hunting the elusive caribou. If they killed one they would skin and butcher it right there, drinking its still warm blood and swallowing its tender organs. Feeding the scraps to the dogs they would load the sled and return home to the cheers of their family. Nanook saw him first walking through the falling snow. He was certain it was not a caribou or a polar bear, it looked like a man. He did not walk through the snow like an Inuit, he wore no snowshoes. He must be a white man Nanook thought signaling his brother of his discovery. Cam Jackson's single engine Beaver had gone down due to a frozen fuel line. He had managed to land the ski-equipped plane on the tundra and decided to walk to find help. Jackson had come down further from any settlement than he thought and had been wandering the tundra for hours in the harsh frigid wind before stumbling across the two Inuit hunters. Nanook and Itukuchuk loaded the half-frozen pilot onto the empty sled and mush the dogs back to home. The family came running out to greet the returning hunters. Seeing Jackson's body laying lashed to Nanook's sled the quickly freed him from the sled and helped him into one of tents. The Inuit women were skilled at reviving their frozen hunters who happened to fall through the ice into the frigid waters. Quickly they removed all of Jackson clothes and stuffed him naked into a caribou sleeping bag. Liak and Millaaraq then joined him, both naked on each side of him. Liak knew a man's cock was one of the first victims of the cold so she took Jackson's shriveled prick in her hand and felt the life ebbing back into. Each of the women pressed their naked bodies tight against Jackson's transferring their body heat into him. Jackson's cock was now fully erect in Liak's hand. White fathered Inuit children were greatly valued by the band and always ended up being an elder. Millaaraq was already pregnant by one of the Inuit men so it was Liak's hope to conceive with this white stranger. Jackson being back to Norman Millaaraq left the sleeping bag so he could fuck Liak. Liak had never fucked a white man. A few of the Inuit women had been fucked by whites and said it was an experience they would never forget. They said the white man fucked with passion and sometimes caused the woman to "come". Liak had never had an orgasm while being fucked by an Inuit man and only got that feeling when her and Millaaraq played with each others des vagins Alone with Jackson in the sleeping bag Liak maneuvered herself under the pilot's warmed body. She reached down and groping is erection she guided him to her opening. Jackson's cock was much bigger than she had ever had in her before but her cunt stretched to allow him into her womb. Jackson grunted as her cunt swallowed his cock. Inside her warm, wet sanctuary Jackson's cock came fully to life and began to move inside the young Inuit mother. The white man's cock felt good in Liak, it was long and thick but softer skin than she was accustomed to. Liak contracted her pelvic muscles gripping the stranger with her fuck hole. She started moving her ass around like she knew men enjoyed her to do. Jackson's cock was becoming like a giant salmon trapped inside her belly. As his cock thrashed inside of her she felt the beginnings of the feeling she got when Millaaraq's tongue was inside of her. Liak's hips rode the beating cock lowering the nipple of her right breast to Jackson's mouth. Jackson swallowed her teat and grasped her bare buttocks as his back arched himself deeper into the Inuit woman to inseminate her. Liak felt the warmth of Jackson's sperm flooding her womb and igniting her own orgasm. For the first time in her life Liak was coming while being fucked. It was so much better than it had ever been with Millaaraq, having her fuck-hole crammed full of the white man's meat while having an orgasm. Liak made guttural noises deep in her throat as the unaccustomed orgasm shook her body. Jackson fucked Liak six more times and a few of the other Inuit girls before the helicopter came to rescue him. The following summer Jackson made a trip to find Liak's band and see his children for the first time. Liam and His Porn Star Sister Disclaimer: Everyone in this story is over 18 years of age. If you find incest in any form offensive I'd suggest you give this story a miss. ---- For Liam, finding out his sister Samantha did porn didn't come as a surprise. For her eighteenth birthday her then boyfriend -- a 32-year-old photographer -- had given her a brand new set of tits, increasing her bosom to an impressive 34DD. Sam had been delighted with them, and was probably even more delighted with her parents' horror at their little girls new look. She had goaded them at every opportunity, walking around in nothing but a bikini top as soon as the sun peaked out from behind a cloud. It was only the threat of being kicked out that eventually forced Sam to calm down, although only slightly. The photographer hadn't lasted long, and only got to play with his new toys for six months before Sam dumped him to, in her own words; "have more fun." Fun certainly wasn't hard to come by for Sam - her new tits, year-round tan, long blonde hair and tight, toned body meant that every guy she met wanted to have their way with her -- and Sam absolutely loved it. So, for Liam, when he got a text from a friend containing the URL to a website for a pornstar called Sammy Love, and the words 'isn't that ur sister?' it didn't shock him that much when he logged onto the site and was greeted by his 19-year-old little sister's smiling face and naked breasts. Truth be told, it had turned him on. He'd come to terms with the fact that he found his sister attractive the day she'd come home with her new breasts, and had often spied on her when she was in the shower of having one of her many lingerie parties with her friends. Little sister Sam - or Sammy Love -- was a hot girl who just happened to be his sister. Confronting Sam about her secret was easy; in fact Liam revelled in it. He wasn't coy or tacit about it, instead choosing simply to greet her as Sammy Love when she arrived home one afternoon. It was the first time in his 18 years of being her sister that he saw genuine fear in Sam's eyes. "How did you find out?" she asked, shocked, after wiping tears from her cheeks and eyes. "I found your website. Why Sammy Love?" he had asked, with a grin on his face. Sam didn't answer. "Are you gonna tell Mum and Dad?" "No." He meant it. He wasn't going to blackmail her or hold the sword of Damocles above heard, what Sam did with her life was her business and Liam knew he had no place interfering with it. That being said, for the last sixth months it hadn't stopped him from teasing his sister about her choice of 'career', and he would often ask her distasteful or unpleasant questions when she arrived home. His favourite at the moment was "did you drink much today?" which he would make sure to ask when at least one of their parents was present. They thought he was referring to Sam's partying, but if they'd have paid attention to their daughter's reaction they'd have probably realised that there was a little more to it than that. Liam knew he would be in no place to tease Sam if she ever found out his 'little secret', however. A quick check of his internet history would expose him, which was why he'd started locking his bedroom door every time he left the room. His parents thought he was up to something, but the 'something' he was actually up to was way beyond anything they could imagine. He couldn't become a member of Sammy Love's website; that much was obvious. He doubted whether she actually had anything to do with the running of the site herself, but if someone saw his surname on the membership list then there was a chance that two and two would be put together. God bless video streaming sites, then. Liam had built up quite a collection of Sammy's videos; all of them were catalogued in his favourites to be watched over and over again. She had never done anything that Liam would consider truly 'hardcore', mostly sticking to lesbian or standard 'boy fucks girl' stuff. There was one video of some nameless guy shooting his load all over his little sisters tits, which was a video Liam liked to cum to. He imagined that it was stream after stream of his own cum splashing down onto her breasts, and that she was looking into his eyes as she massaged the hot, milky liquid into her skin. Inevitably, the post-wank shame hit him and he would close down all his browser windows, clean himself up and then spend half an hour feeling guilty about what he'd done. Then he'd start feeling horny again and images of Sam would fill his mind. Aside from the easy access to images of her getting fucked, Sam's career in porn had other upsides. The fact that all her female friends now seemed to be unutterably gorgeous was the main one, they were all in porn as well, and they would all come over to the house at least once a week. Right now was one of those times, and Liam sat in the living room watching four hot women, one of them his sister, through the French doors from his living room as they sat in the garden chatting whilst wearing nothing but tiny bikinis. He knew all their names -- Sam, obviously, as well as Belinda, Carly and Lori - or, if you wanted to search for them on the internet; Cassie Hart, Violet Ray and Andi Rhodes. His sister was the stereotypical blonde porn star. Belinda was redheaded, light skinned, small breasted and only just 5'2". Liam thought she'd get sunburnt given her light, almost porcelain skin, although much to his delight Sam had started helping her out by rubbing lotion on every visible inch of flesh. Carly was a brunette, with hair that reached halfway down her back and sometimes covered her pert 32C breasts. She was somehow ignoring the action between Sam and Belinda as she chatted away with Lori, another brunette, with slightly smaller breasts and a short, almost boyish haircut. Liam could feel his engorged cock pressing against his boxers. He'd been hard almost from the moment he came into the lounge and saw the girls outside, giggling and frolicking in the South England sun. Now, though, he was fully erect, and knew he'd have to go and relieve himself. Luckily his parents were out and the girls didn't look like they'd be coming in any time soon, so he was able to take himself up to his room without the danger of anybody noticing his funny walk. Liam removed his t-shirt as he entered his room - he liked to be completely naked when he masturbated so his shorts, boxers and socks soon found themselves piled on top of the discarded black shirt. The bedroom door slammed shut and Liam threw himself onto his bed, cursing the location of his house -- he couldn't watch the girls out of the window as he stroked himself, as the houses that backed onto his would have a clear view of what he was doing, should any one of his neighbours happen to pass by their windows. Closing his eyes Liam gripped his thick shaft, and the voice that had been telling him he'd forgot to lock his door was soon banished and replaced by the sound of his sister moaning and squealing in one of her videos. Knowing the object of his desires was downstairs wearing practically nothing had sent Liam's head swimming. He struggled to maintain concentration as his right hand pumped up and down on his 7 inch dick, as he tried to visualise his sister straddling him and riding him like she'd ridden so many other men. Liam's concentration coupled with forgetting to lock his door would come back to haunt him, though. He didn't hear Belinda and Carly enter the house, yelling to Sam and Lori they'd "be out in a second." He didn't hear them climb the stairs, as their bare feet barely made a sound on the carpeted floor. He even missed Carly whispering to her red-headed friend; "have you ever wondered what Sam's brothers' room looks like?" followed by the two girls' giggles. Opening the door, Belinda almost did a double take as her eyes took in the fantastic site before her. She had always thought Liam was attractive, but never imagined he'd be so well endowed. She was no stranger to big cocks, but seeing one so big in her private life was unusual, to say the least. She felt Carly squeeze her head past hers to get a look, before her brunette friend dragged her back into the hallway. "We've got to go and get Sam!" exclaimed Carly, barely able to conceal her excitement. "Carl, no, we can't!" said Belinda, only just managing to stop herself from laughing. "Oh come on, she'll think it's fucking hilarious!" Carly grabbed Belinda by the arm and the two made sure to make no noise as they hurried down the stairs, before sprinting out into the back garden. Sam and Lori looked up from their conversation at the two slightly out of breath girls stood in front of them. "What have you two been up to, then?" Lori asked, suggestively. "Sammy, you've got to come with us." Carly ignored Lori, and dragged Sam to her feet. "Oh, come on, can't it wait?" Sam protested, but she couldn't outmuscle Belinda or Carly, and they were soon joined by Lori whose interest had been piqued. Liam was now completely lost in his Sammy fantasy. His hand had been replaced by her shaven, smooth pussy, which he was fucking furiously from behind as she called out his name. Her hands grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into her, and she mashed her lips against his and darted her tongue into his mouth. Liam was ready to cum, he could feel his hips bucking and thrashing, but suddenly he was stopped in his tracks. "Oh dear, Liam... what are you doing?" The sarcasm in Sam's voice pierced through his fantasy, and his eyes shot open as he jerked up violently. Sam, backed up by Belinda, Carly and Lori, was standing just inside his doorway. He tried to speak but his throat was bone dry, and he could feel his cheeks burning up as the four girls stared a hole in him; all with grins on their faces -- except for Sam. His sister looked like the cat that got the cream, as if she'd finally 'won' one over her brother. The other girls followed as she walked over to his bed and took a seat, and soon he was surrounded by the four porn stars. He felt self conscious and penned in, and jumped when Carly's hand came to rest on his lower leg. "So, what were you thinking of?" Sam asked, putting on her best 'innocent' voice whilst staring into Liam's eyes. He looked away, only to find three other pairs of eyes looking at him. "I think he's a bit shy!" Belinda said, breaking into a giggle. "I don't know why, he's impressive." "Oh my god, Lori!" Sam cried, having been taken aback by her friend's forthright views on her brother's manhood. Despite the embarrassing situation Liam still felt his ego swell slightly when Lori complemented the size of his cock, he knew he was big but to have a porn star say it simply drove it home. The four girls started laughing again, and now Carly was crawling up next to him. "So, Liam. Were you thinking about us? It's alright, you can be honest." She grinned seductively at him, running a hand up his toned stomach and then back down towards where the girls were sitting, although she stopped short of his still erect penis. "I bet he was," Sam piped up, "that's why he was sitting in the living room for so long!" More giggles, and Liam felt yet more embarrassment at just how close in their guesses they were. "Ok, ok..." Belinda silenced the girls, "you don't have to tell us who you were thinking about. But now we're all sat here, who do you think is the most attractive?" Instinctively, Liam's eyes shot to his sister -- and the game was up. She suddenly turned away, the look on his face when he glanced in her direction had been obvious, and Liam had barely managed an 'umm' before Carly squealed out his secret for the whole world to hear. "No fucking way!" she cried, turning to the rest of the girls. "He likes Sammy!" They laughed through shock more than anything else. Before he could even think to deny it Sam was on her feet and running for the door, her three friends following behind calling her name in mock concern. They shut the door behind them, and Liam was left on his own. He looked down at his impressive cock; it was still standing to attention, ready to be taken care of... and he couldn't help himself, as he once again gripped his long, hard member and began to stroke up and down, furiously and without any care of being caught again. He still thought of his sister, and the look on her face when she'd finally realised his feelings for her went beyond the normal brother-sister relationship. Cum erupted from the tip of his cock, shooting harder and further than it ever had before. It splashed on his chest, stomach and the bed sheets, and when he was finally empty he slowly got to his feet and began to clean himself up. This time, though, he felt no guilt about what he had been fantasising about. It was out in the open now. Sam had made her friends leave almost as soon as they had followed her out of her brothers' bedroom. They had laughed and mocked her as they left, with Lori shouting back warning her not to "do anything... or anyone stupid!" She hated them for what they'd just done. Seeing her brother masturbating was funny, sure, but the little look he'd given her when Belinda had asked him who he thought was the best looking had turned her world upside down. What was she supposed to do? Her brother had basically just admitted to fancying her, how could she live with him and act as if everything was normal? Could she move out? No, she was making good money in porn but wanted enough money to be able to buy a house. Moving out and renting might mean never getting enough money for that, and she couldn't keep doing it for much longer than another year or so. She had already been in the industry longer than she'd already planned. Curled up in the foetal position on top of her bed covers, she drifted off to sleep and asked herself why her brother couldn't be normal. Liam sat at the dinner table, flicking his cereal with his spoon. It was one in the afternoon, the house was empty, his parents were at work again and his sister hadn't been around since what he had termed 'the incident' occurred two days ago. Pushing his bowl away he stood up and stretched, when the sound of keys jangling diverted his eyes towards the front door. It swung open and in stepped Sam, dressed in tight pink jogging bottoms and a white hoodie. "Hey," he said, but she ignored him. "Look, Sam, about the other day..." "Don't," she snapped, cutting him off. "Just don't fucking talk to me." "Sammy, we're going to have to talk about this some time." "No, we're not -- and don't call me fucking Sammy. If I ever want to talk to you then it definitely won't be about THAT. It's sick, Liam, my friends might have laughed but you're disgusting." Liam knew his feelings for his sister were wrong but there was no way he was going to take being spoken to like that. As he stepped round the table and stood in front of his sister, his tone became much sterner. "I'm sick? What about you!? Most other sisters would have seen their brother wanking and left, you came and sat on my bed! If I'm sick then you're just as bad as me." Liam could see tears welling up in Sam's eyes as she looked up at him. His aggression had clearly taken her by surprise, and she knew she couldn't answer that. "Ok, so we're both sick -- at least I don't want to fucking talk about it! Listen to me, Liam; YOU. FANCY. YOUR. SISTER." She spelled it out for him. "Doesn't that sound just a little bit fucked up, even in your head?" Suddenly, Liam found himself desperately trying to think of a way to defend himself, and although he knew that what he had come up with was weak he said it anyway. "I never said I fancied you, I never said anything. I just thought you were the most attractive." A look of incredulity spread over Sam's face. "Oh my god, you're actually trying to defend yourself! You're a freak, Liam, and everyone's going to know it!" Sam squeezed past him and made for the stairs, but Liam caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm. "If you tell anyone I'll tell Mum and Dad about what you do for a living." Sam, now on the first step on the stairs, spun round. Now she was looking down on him, an irony not lost on either of them. "You know what? Go ahead. I'm sure they'll be pissed but wait until they hear about you! Their sick little son; I bet if I looked on your computer now I'd find a load of videos of me, wouldn't I?" The look on Liam's face gave Sam her answer, and she cackled almost maniacally. As Liam tried to regain his composure Sam turned and ran up the stairs taking two steps at a time, and made a beeline for his room. Liam caught up with her just as she stepped through the door he once again had forgot to lock, and placed herself in front of his laptop. Before she could see anything Liam wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and spun her into the middle of the room. He felt a kick hit him in the thigh, and then Sam's arms caught him on either side of the face. "Get off me you sick cunt!" Sam screamed as he released her, unceremoniously dumping her on the floor. Now his little sister was in full on vindictive mode, laughing at his desperation. She got to her feet and pushed him, slapping her hands hard against his chest, and swung a leg at him. Liam's reflexes kicked in and he grabbed her foot, before tucking it under his left arm. His right hand reached out and grabbed her by the throat, and he charged forward causing her to hop backwards towards his bed. She collapsed down on her back and Liam fell on top of her, before readjusting his position so he was straddling her just over the stomach. Sam tried to free herself but Liam was too strong, grabbing her wrists and pinning her hands against the bed just above her head. Sam stopped struggling and Liam loosened his grip slightly, but not enough to let her loose. Both breathed heavily and locked eyes with each other, when Liam suddenly felt the blood rushing to his cock. Sam noticed immediately, as his erection grew and grew until it was clearly visible through the material of his shorts, and poking into her stomach. "You just can't help yourself, can you?" She had stopped wriggling completely now, and had caught her breath. "So, big brother, you've finally got me on your bed. What are you going to do?" She continued to stare at him, watching him weigh up his options. If he let her go, she had won. But what else could he do? "Come on, Liam. You know what you want to do now. Do it, you sick fuck." Whatever he did, Liam realised; Sam had won either way. Slowly he lowered his head towards hers, opening his mouth slightly. She didn't try to avoid him, and instead kept her eyes focused on his as he pressed his lips to hers. Sam didn't react so he kissed her more forcefully, pushing the back of her head down into the mattress of the bed. As he felt her mouth open slightly he slipped his tongue inside her mouth, she accepted it and greeted it with hers. Somewhat reluctantly he opened his eyes expecting to see hers, but they were closed. Did she want this? There was only one way to find out, and he let go of her wrists. They remained in place for a moment, before wrapping themselves around him and Sam locked her hands tight against his back. He tried to pull his head away, but she held it in place and continued to kiss him. Liam rocked his hips so his cock grinded against her, and they both manoeuvred so his cock was pushing into her mound. Finally Sam broke the kiss and pushed Liam back, sat up ripped her top off. She had been wearing nothing underneath, and her big, round, perfect breasts were now within his reach. Her pink nipples were erect and pointing towards him, she jiggled her chest slightly and looked across at him. "Suck on my tits, big brother," Sam demanded, and Liam didn't need to be told twice. He practically dived forward and took her right nipple into his mouth, sucking it first before biting it gently with his teeth. He pawed at the other with his right hand, and felt his sisters' hands gently caressing his back. Liam and His Porn Star Sister Sam looked down on her brother, who was busy suckling and fondling her breasts. When he had kissed her, she knew she had won, but suddenly found herself unable to stop. She had continued kissing him even when he tried to pull away, and then, almost by instinct, had offered he breasts to him. She tried to stop herself but couldn't, and instead grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and began to pull it off him. Liam moved away from her chest and lifted his arms above his head, allowing her to remove his shirt. Now Sam was hungry for him, pushing him down onto his back and climbing on top of him. Her breasts mashed against his chest and his two hands began kneading her ass, and she responded by wiggling and rocking so her cunt was rubbing against his stiff cock. They kissed again before Sam began to slide herself down Liam's body, kissing at his chest and stomach before carefully lifting the tip of his shorts up. She could already see he kept himself tidy down there, and as she took a sneak peak she could see he was a regular trimmer. Grinning up at her brother, who looked both shocked and delirious, Sam began to pull his shorts down his legs before pulling them from around his ankles, finally leaving him lying in just his boxers. His cock was poking up through the front, dripping in pre-cum, looking engorged and ready to explode. It twitched violently as she removed his boxers, and as he lifted himself up off the bed so she could slip them down his body she suddenly licked the glistening tip of his cock. Liam groaned and shuddered as Sam tossed the boxers onto the floor. Liam's eyes begged her to continue, and she obliged. Leaning forward her mouth opened and she took the head of his impressive manhood into her mouth, letting her saliva dribble down the shaft. She tickled his ballsack with her fingertips, and she knew that he was already close to cumming. Slowly she lowered her head, taking as much of his 7 inches into her throat as possible, before bobbing back up again. Hot liquid dribble down her throat, a sensation she had come to love, and she gripped his shaft with her free hand. Soon her mouth and hand were working together, and even though her entire body was laying on top of him Sam could still feel him bucking and writhing. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming..." He didn't need to warn her, Sam thought to herself -- she wasn't exactly an amateur. Her brother exploded in her mouth, streams of come hit the back of her throat, and the amount caused her to gag as she struggled to swallow his load. Excess cum dribbled out of her mouth, but her tongue lapped that up before cleaning the rest of his shaft. Sam thought he was done, but one final shot hit her just below the bottom lip. Sitting up, his cum still on her chin, she stared at him and then once again used her tongue to lick it up. "Oh... god, Sammy... that was..." Liam couldn't talk. He gave up halfway through his sentence and flopped back against the bad. He felt Sam once again snaking her way up his body, finally bringing her head up to his. They kissed; he could taste his cum in her mouth and it drove him wild. He had never cum so hard or plentifully as he just had, but already he felt ready to go again. Sam leaned up, her eyes shimmering as they looked into his, and grinned evilly. "Does your sister give a good blowjob?" she asked, her voice full of innocence and sweetness. Liam nodded. "Would you like another one?" Sam was turned on now, there was no denying it. This time Liam shook his head. "No?" Sam feigned surprise, "well what would you like?" Liam could only whisper his response. "I want to fuck you." "You'll have to speak up, big brother. I couldn't hear you." Sam's little game continued. "I want to fuck you, Sammy." His voice was louder, this time, and more forceful. Sam grinned. "Well, you can't do that unless you ask properly." Liam decided to play along. "Please, Sammy, can I fuck my little sister?" The delight on Sam's face was plain to see. The hatred and bile that had existed between the two of them not so long ago had now completely vanished. He continued; "I want to climb on top of my little sister and slide my cock inside of her. My big, hard cock, deep into her cunt." Sam kissed him again. "And what if she doesn't want you to?" she teased him. "She does," Liam replied as he sat up and pushed her backwards. She began to remove her jogging bottoms. "My little sister wants my cock inside her; she wants to feel me cum inside her pussy." Sam was now totally naked and spreading herself on his bed. "Well, aren't you a lucky boy?" she asked, as he crawled on top of her. "Yes," whispered Liam, as they kissed again, "Very lucky." Sam laughed. Liam looked down and began to stroke the tip of his cock against the walls of her pussy. It was already wet and ready to accept him, and she shuddered when he slowly slipped the head of his cock into the folds of her vagina. Staring down a look of almost childlike delight was etched on Sam's face, and she groaned as he began to pump in and out of her. Liam was fucking her with such force that Sam could feel herself being pushed up the bed, and soon her head was banging against the headboard. The noise it made was drowned out by the sounds of her screams though, as she ordered Liam to fuck her harder, faster and deeper. He tried his best to oblige, and she could hear him grunting with each thrust. Her hands began to massage her breasts, and Liam leaned down to kiss her deeply. Finally Liam came, shooting his cum deep into her cunt, but he continued to thrust in and out, desperately trying to continue to please his sister. She was still crying out for more, and even though he'd tried his hardest to hold onto his load he had suddenly been forced to let go. Every fantasy he had had for the last six months had come true; he had finally fucked his sister, his beautiful porn star sister, and she seemed eager for even more. Eventually Liam was granted release when Sam pushed him away, and he collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and the two laid in each others arms; a sweaty, forbidden tangle with both siblings feeling higher than they ever had. Finally, Sam broke the silence. "Sorry I called you names," she said, genuinely meaning it. "Don't worry about it," her apology was accepted. "Besides, if I'm sick, then so are you." Liam and Sam giggled and kissed each other on the lips before slipping off into a light sleep, their bodies still nestled against each other on top of Liam's bed. Liam and Me I have known the Greens all my life, Ryan, is the oldest boy, the closest to my age at just one and a half years younger than me. Stephen is the next at four years younger than me. The last of the boys is Liam Green. Liam is six years younger than me, at just 18 years old. The lads have been like brothers to me since I was little. I am not afraid to tell them what I think, just the same as they feel about me. I even used to view their mum and dad as my second set of parents. We used to live across the road from each other and we were always in and out of each others houses. Water fights all summer were the norm. All my life I have never thought of them as anything other than amazing friends and the brothers I never had. I moved over here to Ireland when I left high school, I missed them all like crazy. They all came to visit me with their mum a few years back and we had a great time mucking around visiting all the tourist attractions, like the giants causeway and the carrick-a-rede rope bridge, where I was a complete wuss about the height. We stayed up late chatting and we danced to crappy music. Liam even did a supermodel walk and pose against the door to Just a little girl by Amy Studt. We watched zoolander over and over and perfected the 'looks' of the film. It actually made me miss them more because I realised how much fun we used to have and what I was missing out on. The next time I saw them was 3 years ago, I was over visiting family in England and I went round to see them. The last time I saw them, Ryan was slightly taller than me, but I walked in and Stephen came down the stairs and towered over me, I couldn't believe it. But then Liam walked down the stairs and he had also grown taller than me. His baby face was long gone and he looked so hot! We sat talking for hours and catching up, I felt so safe with them I finally confessed something I had hidden from everyone for years. "I was raped when I was a teenager, by someone we all know. I never told anyone." I whispered. "Fuck!" they all said in unison. "Who the hell was it?" Liam asked. "It doesn't matter." I said. We left it there and I left to go home. I flew home to Ireland the following day and kept thinking about how different Liam was. He was now the lead singer of a band and looked totally different. So here we are ... I am going to England in a couple of days and all I can think of is how hot Liam is! I think I am gonna try to kiss him, but with my confidence shot to pieces it is not as easy as it might be. Hmmm what to do, what to do? *** Little did I know that he would present me with the perfect opportunity without even knowing it. I arrived at their house later than I expected, I brought a box of fosters with me and as I walked up the street I saw two figures stood outside the house. Stephen and Liam, were having a smoke out front. "Hi, Oh my god I have missed you both so much!!!!" I said while hugging them both in turn. I took one look at Liam and I swear my heart skipped a beat! He had grown a beard and Fuck did he look sexy! We went inside and Liam grabbed me a can and took one himself, Ryan stood and hugged me and I finally met Stephen's boyfriend Chris. I remembered him as being a couple of years below me in school. We started making small talk, you know, how you been? Etc. After a little while we got to talking about the film Eclipse (I love it!) and Liam said he hadn't seen it. "It is awesome!" I yelled "The best bit is when Bella tries to punch Jacob in the face, and his back is to the camera, she hits and his head doesn't move and her hand just bounces back. It is hilarious!!!" I laughed. "But why was she trying to punch him in the first place?" Liam asked. "Because he kissed her." I replied. Liam looked at me like a had five heads. "Here pretend I am Bella and you try to kiss me" I offered. Liam looked a bit scared, and mega cute, "I don't want to because you will punch me!" he said with a chuckle. "What if I don't punch you? What if I just let you kiss me?" I teased. He chuckled inwardly and grabbed his beer, then he leaned over and gave me a quick peck, "That wasn't a real kiss, you wuss!" I laughed. "No, there is too much pressure!" he countered, "I'm gonna need a few more beers in me first!". I sat talking to the others while Liam went to get us another beer. I kinda hoped he would pluck up the courage to actually kiss me but if I am honest I didn't think he was interested. I carried on drinking my beer and got tipsy quite quickly, it doesn't take a lot of beer to get me tipsy, vodka I can handle, but 2 beers and i'm a gonner. I started telling the boys about my story on Literotica, 'awakening'. But of course being the 'good girl' in everyone's eyes, I kinda fudged the truth and told them my friend had written it, total bullshit! So I looked it up and read it out for them. Liam seemed to be getting hot under the collar which I was enjoying very much! He excused himself to get another beer. "Any excuse! I think he just needs to do a bit of readjusting!" I laughed. He made his way back in and sat down. When I had finished reading the story Liam stood up and walked over to me saying "Okay I'm ready!" I quickly understood what he meant and stood up so we were face to face. I obviously had to look up as he was quite a few inches taller than me. My heart started pounding in my chest as we moved closer. I closed my eyes and our lips met, I thought I was going to cum on the spot!!! I couldn't believe it! I was actually kissing Liam Green! We pulled away and had that awkward Oh my God did we actually just do that in front of everyone look then he walked back to his chair and I sat down. My heart rate was going ten to the dozen and I was getting so wet! A little while later Liam rolled himself a cigarette and said "Hey, you want one?". I don't normally smoke but on a couple of occasions I have smoked a few. "Sure," I answered. Liam rolled me a cigarette and we went outside. He lit them up and then said "Just let me see something..." and he leaned down and we started making out again. Damn he was a great kisser, just then the back door opened and startled us and we quickly moved apart. The night carried on as before except for the fact that all I could think of is how much I wanted to keep kissing him and how I wanted his hands on me, on ALL of me. "I hope you realize I can't go back to my uncle's house smelling of smoke!" I giggled, "I need a toothbrush to brush my teeth!". "I will get you one, come on!" Liam stated. I followed him up the stairs, my heart beating ten to the dozen in my chest. I walked into the bathroom after him and he handed me a toothbrush "Thanks," I said as I took it from his hand. I ran it under the cold water and then suddenly it was gone. "Before you do that ... let me..." He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, I moved my hands around his shoulders and ran my tongue across his bottom lip. Taking the hint he opened his mouth and wrestled my tongue with his. Our breathing got heavier as he started to run his hands through my hair, then down my back and pulling me closer to his perfectly formed body. His hands moved around my waist and moved up to my breasts. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it gently. His hands started moving my top down showing off my black bra. "I knew you wanted to kiss me!" he whispered. "What can I say you're a stud, I couldn't resist." I replied breathless. He lifted my top over my head and he moved my bra down releasing my breasts and he proceeded to take one into his mouth and began sucking and biting on it as his nails scraped down my back to the waistband of my leggings. He pulled them down taking my elmo panties with them. Damn I should have dressed for the occasion! He resumed kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue. God he was so hot!! He slowly started kissing down my body again, lifting my leg over his shoulder, and spread my lips open as his tongue flicked across my now super sensitive clit, causing me to gasp in delight. "Mmmmm" I moaned. He sucked and tongued my clit sending me to seventh heaven. "oooohhh! God Liam don't stop! Aaahhh! So good! Mmmmm!" Just when I didn't think it could get any better he gently scraped his teeth on my clit. "Oh Fuck Me!!!" I yelled. He stood up and put his finger to my lips "sssshh! Babe, the lads are downstairs. We don't want them to come looking for us." He smirked as he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. As we kissed I stroked my hands down his body towards his crotch. I started rubbing his dick through his jeans and felt how hard it was. "mmmm someone needs some attention" I moaned into his mouth. I lifted his arms over his head and removed his t-shirt, I stroked his chest and twisted his nipples as he returned his mouth to my nipples. I moved my hands lower and took hold of his belt as I tried to open it, I gasped in both pain and pleasure as he bit down on my nipple harder than before. I heard his little chuckle as he resumed sucking on my tit. I slowly sunk down to my knees as I kissed down his flat stomach, I wrapped my fingers round the side of his jeans and pulled them down taking his boxers with them. My first thought ... 'OH MY GOD!' "You're huge!" I said as I leaned in and flicked my tongue across the head. "oh God, see how hard you make me!" he whispered. I circled my tongue over the tip and then opened wide and plunged down the shaft, as I pulled back I applied suction and my cheeks hollowed, I continued moving up and down his perfect erection using plenty of hand action as I went. After a few minutes Liam pulled me up and took my place on the floor as he began eating me out again. Damn he knows how to work that tongue! Two minutes later I was moaning and almost ready to cum. "oooo don't stop, mmmm, ahhh FUCK!" I was shaking and unsteady as Liam stood and held on to me and kissed me again, sucking my tongue into his mouth. His breathing was heavy as he pulled away and whispered "should I get a condom?" "mmm hmm" I said as I nodded my head. He stepped back and picked up his jeans and pulled a condom out of the pocket. H ripped the packet open and rolled it down his 8 and a half inch cock. He smiled as he stepped closer to me again. He turned me around and bent me over the bathtub, I groaned as I felt his cock head rub along my pussy lips and part them, he slowly slid his huge steel rod into my cunt from behind causing more moaning from me. "Fuck, Lucy, you're so tight!" he moaned. "You feel so big inside me Liam! Mmmm Fuck me!" He began pounding into me as he squeezed my nipples. He pulled out of me and turned me around as he kissed me again. We both fell to our knees and I led down on the floor and wrapped my legs around him. He lined his dick up with me opening and thrust in to the hilt. "Oh Fuck!" I moaned. He leaned down over me and started picking up speed as his cock thrust in and out and his balls slapped against my ass. He kissed me again trying to quieten my moans. His hands roamed my body as he pounded me into the floor, he squeezed my tits as he kissed me. "Fuck I am gonna cum! Fuck me harder Liam!" I moaned into his mouth. "Yeah baby come for me!" he moaned back. "OH God! AAAAHHHH UUUNNNHHHH FUUUCCCKKK!!!" I yelled The contracting of my tunnel brought Liam to the brink his breathing grew ragged and his rythmn faltered as he breathlessly said "I'm cumming too, Lucy! I'm cumming! UUUNNNHHHH!!!" He exploded into the condom and I held him close as we came down from our high. Eventually we stood and between kisses got redressed. He handed me the toothbrush and I brushed my teeth and he said "Shit, you have scratches down your back!" I turned so I could look in the mirror gasping as I did! "Fuck! The lads are definitely gonna know what we were doing and what about my uncle?" I was beginning to panic. Liam leaned down and kissed me and said "Don't worry!" he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a hooded jacket from his room, he slipped it on my arms and said "We have been up here for an hour and a half I think the lads may suspect something" he started giggling and I had to join him. "well I dont care if they do but you know what my family is like!" I replied. "Yeah I do! Don't worry they wont find out." he said as he kissed me one last time. We walked back into the front room and sat down as the lads just watched the tv. "God is it that late?!" I asked looking at the clock. "I had better get back to my uncle's house before they send out a search party!" I stood up and Ryan said "Yeah doesn't time fly when your having fun!" I turned and he winked at me as I walked to the front door blushing bright red. I gave them all a hug at the door and Liam whispered in my ear "you better come back before you go back to Ireland!" "Don't be silly ... Like I could resist!!!" I laughed as I turned and walked away! I think our friendship just got a whole lot better! Liam Tells his Aunt About Massage Prologue: This story is a continuation of my story, "Liam's First Massage". Please read it before reading this story. These stories are fiction but incorporate true personal experiences. Thanks! Driving to Betty's office, feeling dampness between her legs, Jean was thinking, "What if Liam had been completely naked when I gave him that massage, such a large, strong, good looking young man! "I need to be very careful when I ask Betty about him visiting me next weekend. I don't want to let on as my true intentions," adding, "Once I get her approval I'll make a quick exit before I say something I shouldn't." Jean drove into the parking lot of the small, upscale strip mall that Betty owned. Betty used one of the ten suites as her real estate office. She parked, apprehensively walked up to Betty's suite and knocked on the front door. Betty broke out in a big smile when she saw Jean at the door. "What a pleasant surprise!" Betty exclaimed, exchanging a big hug with her friend. "It's great to see you!" Jean returned. Suddenly, her apprehension disappeared. "Come on in. I'll make a pot of coffee," Betty offered. "That would be fine," Jean replied. The women chatted like girls for onwards of an hour, when Betty remembered that she had asked Liam to start the charcoal at four thirty. "I have to call Liam to tell him I'll be late," Betty said, "He's starting the charcoal at four thirty." "No, don't do that. I have an appointment myself. I need to be on the road," Jean said. "By the way, I was wondering if Liam could spend a weekend helping me. I have a lot of chores and minor repairs that need tending to?" asked Jean. "Sure, that would be fine. You'll enjoy his company. He's a very personable and intelligent young man," Betty answered, "When were you thinking of?" "Well, if possible, next weekend would be great for me. I still haven't found anyone to put in my boat dock and it's already two weeks into June," Jean replied. "Done, my friend!" Betty returned, "I'm sure Liam will want to help you." "Well, I'd better let you go," Jean said. The women exchanged hugs and left for their cars. I lay on the couch reliving the massage and all the enlightening events that I had experienced since moving in with my aunt some three weeks ago. Betty isn't really my aunt; she is a close family friend who we affectionately call "Aunt". Betty is a very pretty woman, fair white skin, freckles, and strawberry blond hair, depicting her Irish heritage. At five foot six and 155 pounds, some might describe her as a large woman, but compared to my six foot two, 220 pounds she was just right. Her well proportioned figure, ample 36D breasts and a fairly trim body looked good in a one piece swimsuit or the outfits she wore to the health club. When I moved in with her, I was shy and had little self confidence with girls. I shouldn't have felt this way but I did. Needless to say, I was a virgin. About a week into my stay an event occurred that started out as the most embarrassing ever to happen to me but ended up well, starting my sexual awakening. Since then, Betty had taken me under her wing. Both of us knew that we would always be friends but due to our 27 year age difference that our sexual relationship would end someday. She was the first person in my life that I could truly confide in. That was a comforting feeling. I got up, grabbed a beer out of the fridge and started the grill on her porch. The coals were just right when Betty pulled into the carport. After a good hamburger dinner and a few beers, we sat in lounge chairs over looking the lake and rehashed our week's activities. Betty mentioned that Jean would like me to help her next weekend and I agreed. After watching the sun slowly disappear into the lake, we retired to her bedroom. Since I had taken a shower earlier, I undressed and got in bed, naked, pulling a light sheet over me. Betty took a long shower, giving me time to think about how I was going to tell her about the massage. We had established such a close and open relationship that I knew I had to tell her. Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel covering from her neck to mid thigh. "That felt good," she said as she lay down on her back on top of the sheet, "I have to dry off." I rolled on my side and started caressing her damp thighs. She looked, smelled, and felt so good. "You've just shaved, I remarked, feeling her smooth skin. "Just for you," she replied. Trying not to stutter, I blurted out, "You remember when we talked about me eventually having sexual encounters with other women? Well, I had...." before being interrupted. "No! You didn't, already? Don't tell me. Let me guess. It's Wendy, the secretary at your construction site," she said excitedly, "I could tell from the way she was looking at you." "No, when Jean came by today," I said before being interrupted again. "JEAN! Really!" my aunt exclaimed, "I should have guessed. You sure picked a nice one." "Are you upset?" I inquired. "Oh, heavens no," she replied. "Tell me what happened," she asked eagerly. "I was taking a nap when she came by. Since she had awoken me, she offered to give me a massage. I thought it was just going to a massage until the end when she played with my penis and I came," I said quickly and concisely. "Wait a minute! You're not getting off that easy. Tell me the whole story, every minute detail. Don't leave anything out," she demanded, taking my hand and pressing it onto her smooth mons. Moving my hand down to cover Betty's vulva, my middle finger on the outside of the crease where her full puffy lips met, my fingers began lightly caressing the soft skin of her outer private parts, I began the story, "I was laying on the couch with my shirt partially unbuttoned, my belt undone, and pants unsnapped and unzipped. She offered to give me a massage and I accepted. She said that she would have me back to sleep in no time, as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face. "Right when I thought she was finished, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my shirt and opened it up, pressing her hands on my hairy chest. Starting at my neck her palms and fingertips slid down my chest and stomach to near my waist, then back up my sides to my neck. After several minutes of that gentle, repetitive motion, I was almost asleep. I continued to caress Betty's mons and lips, moving my middle finger up and down her crease, stopping at times at the keyhole below her mons. The crease was getting slippery. "However the last time she didn't stop at my waist but continued down onto my underpants. Only the thin soft cotton fabric separated her hands from my skin. I felt like I was going to cum the moment her hand brushed over my genitals," I continued before being interrupted. "Stop teasing me, Betty begged, as she pressed my middle finger into her crease. My finger felt Betty's heat and wetness, probing to find her tiny inner lips, purposely avoiding her clit. I continued, "Her hands returned to my stomach. I felt her right hand slip under the waistband, through my thick pubic hair and onto my neatly trimmed scrotum, cupping and squeezing my testicles. The tips of her fingers moved to the base of my small, limp penis, slowly moving on the underside towards the tip. "When the tip of her index finger slipped into the deep slit on the underside of my glans, Jean said, "Oh!" in surprise. "She pulled down my underpants down so she could see what she was touching. Betty visualized her good friend about to examine my small, unusual penis. She vividly remembered the first time she watched me cum. My sperm had squirted out the hole on the underside of my shaft. The hole was located just below the glans. The white, sticky gel filled my slit and splattered all over my flat, hairy stomach. She recalled the times she toyed with the small hood of foreskin that covers the top third of my glans; pushing it back to reveal the top rim, pulling it in different directions, and most of all pinching it with her fingernails and teeth. . "She looked at my penis and examined my slit with her finger. She said that she had never seen penis with such a long deep slit before." "Rub my clit, PLEASE!" Betty interrupted. I inserted my index finger into Betty's pussy, finding her swollen clit with both fingers. "Then she noticed my foreskin. When she pinched the hood of my foreskin and pulled it back exposing the top rim, I couldn't hold back any more and started to cum. She continued to rub my slit and play with my foreskin until I was empty and got so sensitive that I begged her to stop," I continued. "When I had regained my composure, I looked down to see her cradling my penis, barely longer than her fingers, in her cum covered hands. "Embarrassed, I told her that I had never come when I was soft before, that I didn't know what happened and that it had happened so fast. "I looked Jean in the eye. "Then she said, "Its o.k. I surprised you didn't I? You didn't think I was going to play with your little cock, did you?" "I replied, "No." Then she went to the bath room, brought back a bowl of water and towel to bath me. She washed and dried me. "That's about it," I concluded. Betty was breathing heavily as I continued to play with her hot wet pussy. Her clit was has now huge. "Come on. Tell, me, in detail, all about the bath she gave you," she demanded. "O.K., after Jean soaped up her hands, she wrapped her right hand around my penis, pushed back my foreskin with her thumb and squeezed, spreading my slit wide open. She placed the tip of her index finger on the mushroom tip, and then pressed it down the slit the entire length of my glans to the hole, then back up the slit to the tip. She repeated that slippery movement several times before concentrating on the hole," I replied, phasing. "Continue," my aunt said, anxiously. "Well, I'm embarrassed to tell you this part," I replied, timidly, "I.....I was so self conscious that asked her if she liked my penis." "Slow down, I don't want to come yet," Betty interrupted. I mowed my fingers off her clit and down to Betty's delicate inner lips. Breathing heavily, Betty asked, "Well, what did Jean say?" "She, said, "Yes, of course, I like it, now relax and enjoy your bath,"" I replied, continuing to play with my aunt's most hidden parts. "I can't wait any longer. Make love to me now, PLEASE!" Aunt Betty begged, her hips arching up off the bed, "Please fuck me!" I moved to a kneeling position between her spread inviting legs. My penis, rock hard, straight, only five inches long but thicker than most with a head larger in diameter than the shaft ached to feel the wet, warmth of her pussy. "Ah!" I exclaimed as my head slipped into her cameltoe. My pubic hair touching her bald mound, I felt my penis wallow inside her. She could have accommodated a member much thicker and longer than mine. I stroked her the way she had taught me; almost pulling my penis out on each stroke, rubbing my mushroom head and foreskin on her inner lips and G-spot on each stroke, in and out. I slipped my hand between our bodies, rubbing her swollen clit. She stiffened up, quivering. I felt her tighten up on my penis. I came and came and came. Exhausted, I lay on top of her, both of us hot, sweaty, shaking, and locked together. Slowly, her grip on my penis relaxed and I pulled my now small, limp penis out and rolled over on my back. A few minutes later, Betty sat up, grabbed the towel and wiped me off before placing the towel between her legs to adsorb our juices. Laying over on me, her ample breasts pressed against my hairy arms and chest, she said "Now that's what I call a bedtime story!" "Jean's been a naughty girl," she added, kidding, "She deserves a good spanking!" To be continued. Liam's First Massage Prologue: This story is adapted from a chapter in my book. It is fiction but incorporates true personal experiences. The main character, Liam, is an eighteen year old recent high school graduate who is living with his Aunt during the summer before his first year in college. * After working a long week at my construction job and all morning and half the afternoon on some projects for my Aunt Betty, I was looking forward to taking a power nap to recharge my batteries. My Aunt had gone to her office to catch up on paperwork and the phone was off the hook. I had just taken a long hot shower and put on some comfortable clothes. Taking off my shoes, I lay down on the living room couch, unbuttoned several buttons on my shirt, undid my belt, unsnapped and unzipped my pants and quickly feel into a deep sleep. About a half hour into my nap I was awakened by noises in the house. When I cleared my eyes, I saw my Aunt's friend, Jean, standing in the living room doorway. Jean, who lived in a nearby town, was an attractive brunette, tall and thin, in her late thirties. "I'm sorry that I awoke you," she said, "I was in town and thought I would drop by." I explained to her that Betty was at her office this afternoon. As I started to sit up, she said "Please don't sit up. I didn't mean to disturb your nap." I lay back down. She walked over to me, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "Betty tells me you have been a great help to her this summer and that you work very hard. Now how about if I give you a nice relaxing massage?" I didn't know what to say. I'd never had a massage before, so I just nodded approval. "I'll have you back to sleep in no time," she said as her fingers started lightly kneading my left arm. Never pressing or squeezing hard, she methodically massaged my arms, hands, feet, calves, the lower half of my thighs, and finally my forehead and face. Right when I thought she was finished, she unbuttoned the remaining buttons on my shirt and opened it up, pressing her hands on my hairy chest. Starting at my neck her palms and fingertips slid down my chest and stomach to near my waist, then back up my sides to my neck. After several minutes of that gentle, repetitive motion, I was almost asleep. "I think you will get a nice nap now," she said as she moved her hands down my chest. However this time she didn't stop at my waist but continued down onto my underpants. Only the thin soft cotton fabric separated her hands from my skin. I felt like I was going to cum the moment her hand brushed over my genitals. Her hands returned to my stomach. I felt her right hand slip under the waistband, through my thick pubic hair and onto my neatly trimmed scrotum, cupping and squeezing my testicles. The tips of her fingers moved to the base of my small, limp penis, slowly moving on the underside towards the tip. "Oh!" she said in surprise as the tip of her index finger slipped into the deep slit on the underside of my glans. Her left thumb hooked under the waistband and pulled my underpants down. Moving her hand from my penis, she said, "My! You have a long, deep slit. I've never seen one like that before! Lifting my penis up, she added, "And a nice little foreskin." When she pinched the hood of foreskin that covers the top third of my glans and pulled it back exposing the top rim, I couldn't hold back any more and started to cum. She continued to rub my slit and play with my foreskin until I was empty and got so sensitive that I begged her to stop. When I had regained my composure, I looked down to see her cradling my penis, barely longer than her fingers, in her cum covered hands. Embarrassed I said, "I never came when I was soft before. I don't know what happened. It happened so fast." I looked at her face. She smiled, "Its o.k. I surprised you didn't I? You didn't think I was going to play with your little cock, did you?" "No," I replied. "I'll be right back," she said as she got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. Looking down at my exposed genitals, I thought about pulling my underpants back up as I was thinking, "What would it be like to have a large and perfectly shaped penis?" It seemed like an eternity but a few minutes later, she returned with a small bowl of warm water, a wash cloth, and a towel. She soaped up her hands but then stopped as if she had second thoughts. "It's O.K. if I wash you?" she asked. Unable to speak I just nodded my head. "I know you're embarrassed, but don't be. You're just young and very sensitive," she said as she took my penis in her warm, soapy hand and pushed back my foreskin with her thumb. "Do you like it?" I asked, meekly. "Like what?" she replied, squeezing my penis. "My penis," I answered, softy. She smiled and replied, "Yes, of course I like it, now, relax and let me wash you." After she finished washing and drying me off, she bent down. I felt her hair tickling my thighs and scrotum and then a light kiss on mushroom tip. As she got up to leave, she said, "Why don't you stay at my house next weekend? I have some things you can help me with." Before I could answer, she added, "I'll stop by Betty's office on my way out of town and clear it with her. Have a good nap." I heard the door close and laid back but couldn't get back to sleep. I just kept reliving the experience, wondering if she would tell my Aunt about the massage, what my Aunt's reaction would be, and if I would actually visit Jean next weekend. To be continued...