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A  Helping Hand

By: Dovima



I could not keep from smiling.  I looked down the night misted road created by the hot summer sun cooled and fast moving cool front.  A few times I had to shake my head trying not to believe what I had just done, it was just too unbelievable.  Yet the proof was still running down my legs as I drove home as quickly as I could.  The night breeze felt good against my skin and made my already sensitive nipples as hard as erasers, practically poking through my shirt.  I realized then that the bra was left, discarded somewhere on the bathroom floor.  My face turned flushed red and I could feel the heat burning my cheeks at the thought of being caught.  I hoped he was smarter than I gave him credited for, but still my mind raced with excuses why my bra would be on her floor.  Nothing I could think of sounded good and I just thanked God that I didn’t have to face her for a few days yet and hoped I could come up with some brilliant reason why by then, maybe I didn’t have to.  I had to laugh out loud at my situation though.  

The radio was blaring Kid Rock’s “Cowboy” and my heart was beating hard as I smacked my hand against my steering wheel, either from fear or satisfaction I couldn’t separate my emotions.  My jean skirt wrinkled upwards as I pressed down on the accelerator, it was now high enough to allow the wind tantalized my senses.  Only moments before these same thighs had one of the best sensations in the world of a lover’s lips caressing with kisses and licks.  I ran my fingers from my knees backwards slowly feeling the traces of sticky wetness leftover from James, I let out a moan unconsciously.  I continued to massage my thighs, rubbing his cum into my skin letting my fingers roam freely.  I could feel my heartbeat pulse through my clit still swollen.  His lips had formed tightly around it swirling his tongue and bringing me to a frenzied orgasm and I could hardly even brush against it without shivering now.  

I had always been the good friend, the nice one, the virginal one, the one that went to church every Sunday and volunteered in the community, the one that everyone confided in, all that turned around in a single hour.  My parents had raised me in a conservative but loving family where sex was something that was done in the dark after 10:00 pm when everyone else was asleep and done very quietly.  But I had to admit I wasn’t quite, a few times I had lost completely control of myself and was screaming in ecstasy, yelling his name and begging him to go faster and digging my heels into him to make him go even deeper.  It wasn’t that I was a virgin, but I always thought sex should be like the love scenes shown on the Lifetime channel, all fuzzy and sweet without sweat.  I was taken aback when I screamed for him to fuck me faster, I couldn’t believe I was saying that until I heard my own voice.  I was being a complete slut and I loved it!

As I brushed my hair back I could smell the sex on me, instead of being embarrassed about it as I usually would I reveled in it and I even licked the taste of his cum off my finger tips.  I couldn’t believe how turned on I still was after all that I had done.  Who would have guessed when I woke up this morning that I would be in this situation.  I woke up this morning like any other Saturday, a nice long shower and running out to a local coffee shop to get a muffin and latte.  I read my paper on the balcony waiting for the world to pass by my apartment before I started the day.  I took an extra hour sunny myself pulling up my t-shirt up over my tummy and closed my eyes enjoying the warm summer sun.  I was taken out of my daze by the phone ringing.  My friend Amy had just bought a new house and was wondering if I’d come over to help put up new handles and fixtures in her outdated bathroom.  Of course I said I would especially since I was the one to point them out in the first place.  We had agreed with all the things both of us had planned that day that we’d meet around 7pm or so.  

I hung up the phone and went about my day.  I had put on my favorite jean skirt and a red button down shirt and sandals.  Nothing special really.  Being that it was a hot day I decided to wear my hair in a pony tail and my strawberry lip gloss.  When I finally made it to Amy’s house I was a little late and she had already started without me.  I could tell she was a bit upset but I knew as soon as we got it finished she’d be fine.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” She said screwing in a chrome handle.

“Sorry I got busy running around and found myself way out on Kennedy Rd.  But I brought my screwdrivers!” I said as I pulled two out of my purse.  I was excited that I knew the difference between a Philips and a flat head.

“Well, because I didn’t know when you were coming I called James to come over to help.  He’s going to be here like any minute now.”

“I said I’m sorry. Sheesh.  You knew I would get here.” I shook my head and started rummage through her new collections of chrome plated fixtures.  I wanted to kick myself for being late, actually for being late all the time.  

Now Amy’s friend James was a bit more than a friend.  Amy had been working on him for a few months now and from what she had told me slept with him a few times last month.  I hadn’t met him yet but everyone who has told me he was damn fine, but then my preferences had always been somewhat different from my friends.  I always liked the guys who had the polo shirts, crisp khakis and with short clean cut hair.  I knew James worked in construction so I wasn’t so impressed.  Boy was I ever wrong.

I thought my jaw had dropped to the floor when he came up to the door.  He had dusty blond hair past his chin with I believe hazel eyes and well defined chest I could see even through his shirt.  He smiled and I was ashes.  I muttered a few words about Amy in the bathroom and I followed closely behind him.    When Amy looked up I did the “okay” sign with my fingers.  About an hour passed with me stealing glimpses as he drilled through the wall hanging the brackets to the towel rack, every once in awhile I swear he was looking back which only made me squirm.  

I didn’t realize that I hadn’t gotten anything done and the screws that I did manage to get in weren’t holding up the handles.  The screws that came with the handles were too small in diameter and fell through the wide holes created by the old fastener so when I grabbed the drawer by the handle it fell completely out.  I looked over to Amy who had noticed my predicament and motioned to James to help.  He walked over and brushed up against me as he studied the handle.

“You need some washers.  And I’m thinking that you need some putty for the wall and more of these types of brackets.” He said holding up something in his hand.  “I can finish up this side of the wall and she can finish those set of mall mounts there but in order to get the rest of this done, I’ll need to get the stuff. We can finish up tomorrow since it’s getting late.” He said to Amy.

“Oh I see.” Amy hesitated.  “Couldn’t you get the things tonight?”	

“It’s a long drive back and it is getting pretty late.  If there was a Wal-Mart or something like that around here you can pick up the stuff and I’d be able to finish up most of the things and get it all done in about an hour.”

“Be right back.” Amy grabbed my arm and led me to hallway.  “Listen I need you to run to the store and get those things.  I can’t let him go home.”

“Ummm it’s not going to be a good idea.  I’m not sure where it is or what I’m suppose to get.”  I said truthfully.

“Uhh Naomi, come on.  I don’t want him to go home!”

“Then you go.  I’ll finish up the wall stuff on my side so when you get back here, there wouldn’t be a reason for me to stay. So you two can be alone.”

“Good idea.  Whatever you do, don’t let him to go home.”

“Got it.

When Amy rushed out of the house with her list in hand I was actually relieved, then I didn’t know why but I was soon to find out.  James and I made small talk about how we both knew Amy and things like that finishing up the few things that we could do.  I sat on her vanity and watched him work as he talk about his work and such, but I don’t know if I even caught half the things he was saying.  I couldn’t help but to stare at his body and the way his hands moved about.  

“Could you come over here and hold onto this for a second?” he asked.

I was there in a flash.  While holding up the bar as he measured the holes I don’t know why but I brushed back the hairs that kept falling over his eyes.  He looked at me with his questioning eyes and all that I could do was smile.  I realized then that my hand was still on his face feeling the stubble of his 5 o’clock shadow.  He turned his head and kissed my palm.  I felt the sensation rush from my finger tips to the very core of me.  I sighed I think and he grabbed my face pulling me to a kiss.  His mouth smashed against mine pressing my lips apart.  I was completely absorbed in the kiss dropping the bar with a loud clang on the floor wrapping my hands around his neck.  

He lifted me by my waist as I wrapped my legs around his hips.  He laid me onto the edge of the sink.  His mouth ravaged me, sucking on skin gabbing and pulling at my cloths.  Wildly I pulled his shirt over his head exposing his muscular chest that felt so good against me.  His hands quickly and frantically worked on my buttons until out of sheer frustration upon my behalf I just pulled it off myself.  He pushed my body back slightly and looked over my chest as I unhooked my bra and threw it somewhere over his shoulder.  He pressed his thumbs into my nipples then rubbed them in a circular motion before squeezing them roughly in his hands.  His mouth returned to mine eagerly as he pressed his hips between my legs, I felt as though he was trying to absorb all of me into his body the way he held me so tightly.  I loved the way his chest hairs tickle my erect nipples.  When his pulled away from the kiss I tried to pull him back to me only to realize how much more I loved the feeling of his lips running down my neck passed my collarbone.  He held one of my nipples in his mouth nipping at them.  Working on my left breast he twirled his tongue in circles and I let out an uncontrollable moan and squeezed my thighs together.  His mouth worked from one to the other.  I leaned back onto my hands as he worked downwards kissing my stomach lingering on my navel, his strong rough hands running down my sides.  

I pushed out my hips as his fingers hooked onto the waist band of my panties and slid them down my legs.  He kissed the inner parts of my knees kissing his way up my thighs.  He pushed up my skirt so that it was scrunched up around my waist.  He was taking small bites that made me take quick breaths at each nips.  He sucked on the soft skin just before my pussy so hard that there was a little pain.  He gave quick but thick lick between my slit and I sucked in a fast breath.  It was a wonderful torture.  I opened my eyes as he continued to tease and lick to see myself reflected in the vanity mirror across from me giving me a full view of the entire act.  I could see how I looked with my legs splayed apart with his head between my legs, my perky tits heaving with my nipples sticking out.  I loved it.  I loved how my tits looked right then, round and supple.  When his tongue found my clit I started moaning so loudly.  I couldn’t help it but to lean to one hand and squeeze my tit with the free one.  It was incredible his wet tongue flicking away, switching from licking and sucking sending me to the brink.  

“Yes! YES, suck on my clit baby.  Make me cum! Yes!!”  I couldn’t believe the words that were escaping my lips.

He heeded my words taking me ravenously.  I could feel the building, the over all warmth starting to spread through my body.  The small tremors that start in the pit of my stomach but spread out in waves to the rest of my being until I clench my teeth, my legs muscles tighten, my head tossed back and the fireworks go off and electricity flash through me as I scream.  I couldn’t believe my orgasm, I let go of trying to be quiet, to be sweet but just let my orgasm take over my body.  I didn’t care how I looked I just wanted to enjoy every moment of this sensation.   As I started to recover, still trembling I could feel his tongue lapping up my juices sucking on my lips getting every drop of my cum.  I was so hot that I knew I needed to suck on his cock right then.

I pushed him away from me to his surprise and pulled him up to kiss him.  I could taste the salty sweetness of my own cum on his lips, I licked his lips and mouth sucking on his tongue.  I could feel his bulge pushing against my thigh through his jeans.  I ran my hand over it feeling the heat permeating through the material.  I slid my hand into the waistband searching for his cock.  The silky smoothness of the head was too much.  I don’t know how I managed but in a single motion I had him in the position I was in and was starting to work to get his pants off.  I ripped off his boxers and planted my mouth on his cock.  Normally I would have taken my time and teased him but not now I desperately needed to suck his cock entirely.  I took his shaft into my hands working his head into my mouth squeezing with just my lips and sucking deeply.  I swirled and flicked my tongue all over, running my fingernails over his balls and giving them a light squeeze and massage.  I started in an even rhythm getting as much of his huge cock into my throat as I could.  It was difficult to get it all in my mouth, in fact I couldn’t breathe at all but my need to have him over powered me.  His hand was in my hair running his fingers through as my head bobbed up and down his cock.  I was moaning and humming when I got my first taste of his pre-cum.  I worked harder now, knowing how good he tasted.  All of a sudden the phone on the counter rang.

I looked up into his eyes with a mouth full of cock wondering what we should do.  In a split second he picked up the phone and started to say something.  I had half a mind to stop and let him talk but I wanted to taste his cum so badly.  I licked his shaft and gave his balls a good tongue bath then continued to work the head of his cock between my lips again.

“Yes, those are the kind that you need to get.  Uh… yeah…yeah..you can get that …uuh too.  Ummm….just get anything.  …okay …okay..see you in 15 minutes…” he hung up the phone.

I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips.  I went to continue when he stopped me to my dismay.

“No baby I want to cum in your sweet pussy.”  

He lifted me as if I weighed but a feather pressing against me with his cock.  I spread my legs apart easily as his hands cupped my ass lifting me onto his pre-cum covered head.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he lowered me onto his cock.  He eased in, an inch at a time.  I could feel the resistance of my pussy walls trying to accommodate his size as quickly as they could.  Once I was down to the hilt I squeeze my pussy muscles tightly so that he could feel them wrapping around him.  It was not a moment when he started to pump into my dripping pussy with his cock, trusting his hips into me.   I was being impaled by his cock and loved every minute of it.  I could hear wet sucking sound coming from my pussy as well as my screams of pleasure.  It didn’t take long for me, I was so turned on that I came to my second orgasm immediately.  I held onto as my body and spasmed in his arms.

“Fuck me James, fuck my pussy.  Yes fuck me harder!”  I scream.

He placed me onto the counter so I could lean back onto the wall so that he could have leverage over me.  He placed his hands on my hips and fucked my pussy like no one else ever had.  I tried to meet his trust, lifting my hips getting him deeper into me.  I was shaking and trembling screaming unknown words as the first shot of cum blasted inside of me.  He collapsed on top of me as streams of cum filled me.  When he recovered he kissed my lips sucking on them.  I was in pure ecstasy.  That’s when I heard the squeaking of brakes.  My heart stopped.  His eyes were wide opened and I pushed him off of me.  I grabbed my shirt and panties putting them on as quickly as I could, grabbing my purse on the way out the door.

Unfortunately as I was running to my car Amy was walking up the driveway.  I tried to calm myself down as much as I could as we got closer.

“Hey thanks Naomi!  I got some extra things to make it a much more interesting night.” She said pointing to the bag and walking pass me and smiling.

I continued towards my car.  “Have fun!” I said before racing off.

And now I’m racing home to close my eyes and try to figure out what I’m going to do next.  My cell phone rang waking me out of my flashbacks.  The light on it made it almost impossible to ignore.  I grabbed it quickly and answered, “ Hello.”

“Hey it’s me Amy.  James just left!  He didn’t finish it but just left.  What happened?” she asked.

“wh… What do you mean?” I stammered.

“What happened while I was gone?  He left here all flushed.  I think he’s upset with me.”

“I..I..I don’t know…he was fine.”

“Hey by the way….did you forget something here?”

My heart jumped into my throat.	

“I can explain that.” 

“That’s okay I’ll just bring them to work on Monday.”

“Them?”

“Yeah your screwdrivers.  I found them when I was picking up the bathroom.  I put everything back in the boxes and straightened up when I found them.  James left everything here, his entire toolbox.”

“Not everything.” I whispered.  “Well I’ll talk to you later I’m really tired.”  I said hanging up.

I could not get the ear to ear smile off my face as I fell asleep that night.

A Helping Hand



About once every two weeks I have to go away overnight on business. On this night away I usually amuse (abuse) myself with a girlie magazine or two. I had bought a magazine on my most recent trip and I still had it in my briefcase when returned to work. 

We are very busy and I had to work late on my first day back. My assistant, Carrie, and I had to finish an important proposal. At about 7 p.m. we were almost done. I was waiting for Carrie to copy the document and I was putting some files in my case when I came across the magazine. I couldn't resist a peak at the two-girl set with Eve and Suzy. That has got to be one of the horniest yet.

The picture of Suzy poking her tongue out towards Eve was so sexy that I immediately got a massive hard-on. I don't know if it was the imminent danger of my situation or what, but I was really turned-on and I was soon rubbing my cock through the material of my trousers. I got so engrossed in exciting myself that it took me several seconds to notice Carrie when she returned with the photocopying.

There was no mistaking the look of shock on her cute face, which is framed by a thick mane of black shoulder length hair. I tried to close my case as she strode across the room to come behind my desk.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a more amused than surprised tone. Her initial shock was waning only to be renewed as evidenced by her gasp at the sight of the naked women in my half closed case.

Carrie set down the copies and prised open the lid of my case to reveal the magazine completely. She picked it up and flicked through its pages for a moment before looking down at the fading but more than obvious protrusion in the front of my trousers. "You dirty sod," she remarked, "you were having a wank over these two," holding up the pictures of the two girl romp.

I tried to splutter some pathetic reply but she cut me off. "Well since you obviously didn't care if I came in and caught you at it I think you might as well finish what you started." 

I was flabbergasted. She was obviously inviting me to wank-off in front of her. Her tone was now softer and slightly sultry and she slowly slid along the edge of the desk to lay the magazine back down in front of me. Standing very close in front of me so that her tits were gently brushing my shirt she almost whispered, "Sit back. Relax and show me. I want to see you play with yourself."

I did as she asked and I started to rub my cock as before. Carrie was just standing there staring at my crotch. Then her eyes came up to meet mine and she nearly took my breath away when she told me she was going to get it out for me.

"I want to see it." With that she brushed my hands aside and fumbled for my belt. In no time at all she had my trousers undone and pulled wide to reveal my almost stiff cock sticking up out of the front of my shorts.

Carrie was very close beside me. She leaned over further and gently brushed my cock with her fingertips. I drew in my breath sharply and she looked into my eyes and smiled. "I suppose you want me to do it for you." 

It wasn't really a question and I didn't reply. Without looking away from my face Carrie circled her fingers round my now rock hard manhood and slowly began to draw her hand up and down in a steady wanking rhythm.

As she did this she was constantly talking to me in a husky whisper. She was telling me how she thought I was pathetic wanking over magazines when I should be working. She asked me if I wasn't getting enough at home; and then, glancing down at the pictures, if I fancied it with two girls. All the while I was just nodding and shaking my head in reply and my breathing was getting heavier and heavier.

Carrie, as I have mentioned, has long black hair. She is 28 and very attractive in a cherub looking way. She is quite tall and has a superb hourglass figure and the loveliest legs imaginable. They are very shapely and she always shows them off in skirts cut just above the knee. On this occasion she was wearing opaque black tights. I couldn't resist reaching down to smooth my hand up the back of her leg. 

She was pumping away in a steady beat as my hand passed up under her skirt and came to rest high up on her thigh. I was a little disappointed not to discover stocking tops. I suppose in reality few women wear stockings routinely. I was just turning my hand to cup her crotch in my palm when suddenly she let go of my cock and stood up straight.

I thought for a moment someone else had come in then, her voice quite stern by contrast to her commentary before, Carrie said, "Get your hand off me! If you're going to grope me then its over." 

I withdrew my hand at once. "That's better," her voice now softer again. "You mustn't touch me. I won't be unfaithful to my boyfriend. I'm not going to let you fuck me."

I must admit her reasoning had me foxed but I wasn't going to complain about getting what was a very good hand job from a sexy woman. I murmured my apology and she resumed her stroking. With her free hand she flicked over a few more pages of the magazine until she came to a centrefold. Turning back to me she asked if I would like to see her sprawled out on the desk with her legs wide open like the girl in the magazine. I agreed that I would and her pace quickened a little. Carrie obviously got something out of being desired but remaining unattainable.

"I have bigger fanny lips than she has," Carrie continued, "and much more hair. It's really thick and soft but you will never see it. If I were lying there, naked, rubbing myself I bet you would want to come over me. My fanny gets really wet when I'm aroused and my nipples get very hard. They're quite thick and I love it when my boyfriend sucks and chews them. He sometimes comes on my boobs and then I lift them up one at a time and lick his stuff off my own nipples. If you came on my boobs I might do that for you."

Just then I suddenly stiffened and my breath came in short pants. I knew I would come soon and confirmed this to Carrie when she asked.

"Do it on her!" was the order, pointing at the centrefold picture. I managed to get to my feet with Carrie still pumping me and I was no sooner upright than I fell forward to lean on the edge of the desk. 

My relief came in a massive surge. The first jet of spunk splattered onto Carrie's arm. She immediately adjusted the aim and the remaining spurts all landed on the photo. The centrefold is forever glued shut.

Carrie held onto my wilting cock until the final jerks had passed. She then wiped the blob on her arm with her forefinger and popped it into her mouth. The finger came out clean and she smiled at me and put her arms around my neck. She pulled me to her and gave me a really deep passionate kiss during which I could taste my spunk on her tongue. 

Then pulling back she said, "Well I'm off home and I think I'll tell my boyfriend to fuck me senseless. I'll probably be very late tomorrow. You'd better not complain or that will be the end of us having fun like this."

And with that she was gone. 



A Helping Hand



I was at my cousin's wedding in Croatia and I decided to go outside to get some fresh air and light up a smoke. The evening was nice and clear, a little bit on the cool side, but nonetheless, very comforting. As I was standing outside having a smoke, I noticed a couple walking out of the banquet hall and heading downstairs towards me. The woman was actually helping out her man walk downstairs as she put his right arm around her shoulder. The man turned out to be drunk, but then again, it seemed like just about everyone was drunk at the wedding, I included. As the couple came closer downstairs I noticed it was Mirjana and her husband Darko. I knew these people. Darko is my uncle's brother, and Mirjana and I met last week at my uncle's bar. 

This was a very small village that I was at, population about 200. The banquet hall was right next door to my uncle's bar. Mirjana and I had a nice conversation at my uncle's bar last week when she came in for a drink. I was standing at the bar having a beer and she came in and had a soda. She told me that she didn't drink, which was kind of ironic, because her husband drinks like a fish, and it seems wherever they go he always gets drunk. Anyway, she was very nice with me, asking me how long I was staying and if I was enjoying my trip so far. At the time, I was in Croatia for about 3 weeks and I was going out probably 4 or 5 times a week. I was living it up I guess you could say. I had about a week left before I was coming back home. So, here I was having a smoke outside as Mirjana and Darko were coming towards the last step. 

Mirjana noticed me and said, "Ivan, could you please help me walk Darko back home?" 

Ivan is the Croatian translation of my American name, which is John. 

I said, "Sure, no problem." 

I got on the other side of Darko and took his left arm and put it around my shoulder. They lived just down the block, so we really didn't have that far to walk. I noticed when Mirjana asked for my help she was a little embarrassed, probably hoping that no one would see her struggling to get her husband out of there, and who could really blame her? I kind of felt sorry for her myself. She thanked me for helping her and Darko thanked me as well, although he was mumbling something most of the time that it was hard to make out what he was saying. Anyway, we arrived at their house and I ended up holding Darko while she was looking for her house key. 

She was standing in front of us wearing a nice, long black dress. She had a very sexy body with an open back slit, and the whole time I was thinking how Darko was a lucky bastard for having her as his wife. I was thinking to myself that Mirjana deserved better than this guy. She was such a sweet woman and had to deal with her husband's idiotic behavior on a regular basis. Mirjana finally opened the door and the lights, and we helped Darko get inside. Darko wanted to have a drink with me for helping him back home, but I told him that he's had a "few too many." Mirjana and I walked him over to the bedroom and once he hit the bed he completely passed out. She took off his suit jacket and tie. I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. Mirjana then made sure he was ok and came out and closed the door behind her. 

"Thank you so much for helping me, I'm really sorry you had to see that," Mirjana said. 

"That's ok, I'm glad I was there to help." 

I could tell she was still feeling a little bit uncomfortable about the whole situation. 

"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.

I said, "Sure, but I'll drink something light." 

She responded jokingly, "Why, did you drink a lot at the wedding, because I don't think anyone had more to drink than my husband?" 

I told her that I had a few drinks and I felt a little tipsy. 

She said with a smile that she'll bring me a soda. I told her thanks. She came back with a couple of sodas and gave me one and put the other one for herself on the table while she sat next to me on the couch. I found her to be very attractive, and that dress she wore that night really made her look sexy. In fact, I had some thoughts running through my mind, but I think that was the alcohol taking over. 

She took off her shoes and with a sluggish tone said, "I don't think I'll be going back to the wedding." 

I replied, "Oh, no? How come? The night is still young." 

She said she was kind of embarrassed about going back after all the people saw how her husband got really drunk, and that she was getting kind of tired. I told her to not really worry about that, and I mentioned that just about everybody there was drunk, so no one really noticed. 

I think I made her feel more comfortable about everything as she chuckled a little bit and said, "Yeah, you're probably right." 

She took a drink from her soda as she gave me a smile and then put her drink back on the table. 

We gave each other a look as I now positioned myself sideways to face her and said, "You know, your husband is one lucky guy to have you." 

In my mind, obviously, I was thinking lucky motherfucker. 

She said, "Oh, thank you, that's so nice of you to say." 

As she said that she put her right hand on my left shoulder and I put my right hand on top of her arm, slowly grazing back and forth. We gave each other an intense look as we sat there, quiet for a moment, and then all of a sudden we both moved in for a kiss. 

As we were starting to make out, my right hand now switched from her arm onto her lap. She had put her arms around me as we were kissing passionately. I moved from kissing her mouth to her face, and then neck as she was holding me now even more. We were kissing even more and her left hand now moved down to my cock. She placed her hand on top of my pants and she was starting to "feel" me up now. She was giving out some moans as I was passionately kissing her neck. 

The thought of her husband passed out in the next room made it even more erotic as we took a look at each other, she reassured me, "Don't worry, Darko is sleeping like a baby right now." 

Her broken English sounded so sexy to me I wasn't sure what was turning me on more, her accent or her sexy body. 

"You know, I never fucked an American before," she said. 

I looked at her and said, "Well, I guess there's a first for everything." 

She got up and then in front of me got down on her knees and unzipped my pants. We gave each other a smile and before I knew it my pants were down to my ankles. She took my cock into her mouth with confidence and began sucking me up and down. I began to slouch even more on the couch so she could fully take advantage of my cock. She was sucking me good as I started to moan a little here and there. I kept looking at her beautiful face as she was going down on me. Her right hand was around the base of my cock as she was putting her left hand up my shirt. As she was sucking, I managed to get a few more buttons loose on my shirt. 

The thought of her husband in the next room, and the possibility of him waking up and opening the door were all out the window now as I fully concentrated on her and the way she was sucking me. 

"I love the way your cock feels in my mouth," she said. 

Truthfully, I wouldn't mind if a blowjob would be the only thing I was getting that night because she was doing it so well. The way her head bobbed up and down and the fact that she put both hands around my cock, I could tell she was enjoying it, and so was I. She was going down on me for quite some time and then she gave me a look and got up as so did I to take my coat off. 

She turned around and said with a smile, "I need some help getting out of my dress, do you think you can help me?" 

I said happily, "I'll see what I can do." 

She turned around and I had a great view of her back side as I put my hands in front of her and starting kissing her neck again. 

"Oh, yes. I love the way you kiss my neck," she gasped.

I slowly unzipped her dress as she was getting out of it, and I started to take my shirt and pants off. We were now completely naked, but she decided to keep her long black arm sleeves on, which looked very sexy. As we stood we continued to make out and my hands were now going all over her body. She then went back to the couch to lie down as I lied on top of her making out. I began to suck on her tits as she was caressing my hair with her hands. She had a nice pair of succulent breasts, not too big, but not too small either, just right. At this point I didn't feel guilty anymore that her husband was in the next room passed out, because he was really a no good-for-nothing drunk. 

At this time I began adjusting myself down towards her pussy where she had some nice little black pussy hairs surrounding her love fountain. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and she seemed to enjoy that as she put both her hands on my head. 

"Ah, oh, ah, oh." 

I started off slowly with my tongue as her clit was exposed. I wanted to make sure I got her all wet, and also to spend enough time on her oral as she did on me, which would be no problem, because I love to give oral on a woman, more so than receiving oral. Her eyes were closed as she was moaning nicely as my magic tongue was getting into her beautiful pussy. I felt her sweet juices in my mouth, and that got me even more hot, as I continued to lick her clit up and down, and then sideways. I gave her pussy a nice workout with my tongue. We then got up and she straddled me on top and began riding my cock. 

She began to pant and huff and puff with an occasional moan here and there. 

"Oh, oh, oy, oy, yes, your cock feels so good, ah, yes...Oh." 

I looked at her and blurted, "Oh, fuck! Ah, yes." 

She put her hands on the couch and was riding me even more now. My eyes were closed now and I was enjoying the ride. 

"Yes, oh fuck." 

She was still on top as I lunged onto her breasts now. She loved the feeling of me fucking her and sucking on her breasts at the same time. We continued to fuck for awhile with her on top then she got off me and sat next to me on my left side and continued to give me another blowjob. It looks like she really liked going down on me because she enjoyed slurping her tongue on my cock. After some more cock sucking we adjusted positions and we both were lying side by side with her in front of me in the spoon position. 

I inserted my cock into her wet pussy and a nice moan came out of her as I was starting to slide back and forth. 

"Oh, oh yes." 

I was kissing her at the same time as I was fucking her, and we were both now going in good rhythm. I began to kiss her neck delicately as she was moaning nicely. I lifted her right leg slightly and continued to pound away. 

"Ah, oh, yes!" "Oh, oy, oy, oh." 

I began thrusting hard now to the point of climax, this position really felt good with her and I gave it all I could as I was fucking her harder and harder. 

"Oh yes, fuck me, oh, ah, oy, oy, yes, don't stop, fuck me, oh, oy, ah, oh." 

As I was fucking her harder and harder I was starting to climax. 

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" 

I pulled out and I ended up dropping a huge load on her tits and stomach. 

"Oh, yes. Mmmmm. You came all over me." 

With my huge load still on her body, I reached down and began giving her soft kisses. We lay there for awhile until I got up and went to get a towel to clean her off. 

We were now holding each other in our arms, slowly caressing at each other as she was looking up at me saying, "I really enjoyed fucking you, thank you for a great evening." 

I said, "Thank you for an amazing evening, I was glad to give you a helping hand tonight." 

I got dressed as she went to put on a bathrobe and took a quick peak to see if her husband was still passed out. 

She opened the door very slowly about a quarter of the way and said, "You see, he is still passed out, he has no idea you and I were fucking." 

I said with a smile, "That's good to know." I put on my suit jacket and gave her a nice kiss goodbye as I was leaving her house. 5 days later I went back home to the U.S.

THE END 



A Helping Hand



"He said what?!!" 

Jo spluttered over her coffee in shock. We met here every week, determined to keep in touch. We'd known each other since our university days ended 18 years ago when I was pregnant with Mikey. I laughed and told her the details. We had moved to a new home, complete with en-suite bathrooms. Not liking the decor downstairs, we redecorated and my husband, Tony, had to rearrange the furniture. Mikey had helped in moving the piano but sprained his wrist. The swelling had gone down, but it was still painful. 

I took him a coffee this morning before I left to meet Jo. I asked him how his wrist was today.

"It's still a little painful, thanks."

"Well, I'm sure it will be okay when you go back to school after the break" I said, trying to cheer him up. Then it came.

"Mom…it's been a week since I…uh…was able to…okay, I have to say it…a week since I was able to masturbate…and it's so frustrating."

We had always been open and honest with Mikey, but I was still surprised when he told me. I looked at him, not knowing what to say.

"It's okay Mom, forget I said anything. It's not important." 

I knew it must have been difficult for him to mention. I smiled and told him it was okay.

"I understand, Honey…I know it must be hard for you."

We both realised my faux pas at the same time and laughed. The tension broken, it made it easier for him to continue.

"I can barely hold myself without pain in my wrist."

"Have you tried your left hand?" I asked, wondering if I was being helpful.

"It's barely better than useless…I can't write with it…I thought I might be able to…but I can't get…how can I say…I can't get the timing right."

"I see…" I began, not knowing how to continue.

"So, Mom…I was wondering if…I mean...would it be okay…" 

He didn't finish his sentence. I tried to guess what he wanted. Perhaps he wanted Zoë, his girlfriend, to come over and give him a hand so to speak!! But then I remembered things were not too good between them right now. He picked up where he left off. "Would you do it for me, Mom…please; would you help me?" 

I felt for him, I really did. But I couldn't say "Yes." I didn't say "No," either.

Jo looked at me, not knowing whether I was joking.

"Let me get this straight…you told him ‘maybe'?"

"Not exactly…I'm not sure really…it was kind of unfinished."

"I could help," offered Jo with a wink. "You probably don't realise, but Mikey is very handsome!!"

I wasn't sure if she was serious, but I didn't respond to her offer. I recalled how forward Jo had been in our Uni days; a bit of a man-eater if truth be told. However, she was right. I hadn't really thought about it before, but now, driving home, I began to think of my son in a different way. There was no doubt about it; Mikey is handsome. I knew he'd had plenty of girlfriends and I also knew he was a virgin. Well, whenever he talked about them, he said they had not gone all the way and I had no reason to disbelieve him. In fact, this was the problem with Zoë…she wanted them to do it. He hadn't felt totally committed to her, as a week into their relationship, she admitted to fucking another guy after he and Zoë had already been on a couple of dates together.

The more I thought about him as I drove on, the more I began to think he was sexy too. All those girls saw something and I tried to see him through their eyes. I could see it too. It made me think of Tony when we were younger. I really had the hots for him…I still do. But we were careless and I got pregnant too soon. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a single regret…but the fact is it wasn't planned. I was glad Mikey was being careful. But now I was thinking if I could help him. Could I really masturbate him? Actually manipulate his cock for him so he came! 

When he was 8, Mikey broke his arm. I often had to help him undo his fly and help him go to the bathroom. That involved handling his penis, didn't it? So what's the difference? I saw one immediately; back then it was his penis. Now I was thinking in terms of his cock! My son wanted me to handle his cock. To actually make him ejaculate! No…I was exaggerating; He didn't want me to do it…he needed me to do it. He was suffering and I, as his mother, was in a position to help him. After all, it wasn't as if he was asking to have sex with me was it?

Huh? How on earth did I get to that?!

I hung the keys on the hook in the kitchen and heard music coming from his bedroom. Mikey was still not up, it seemed. What had he been doing up there, sleeping? Torturing himself by playing with his cock? That word again. Had he been able to come? I felt a tinge of disappointment. He needed my help and I was too late to give it. Was I really disappointed because I hadn't helped? Why was I even thinking this when I didn't even know if he had? But somewhere on the drive home, I had made my decision.

"Hi, Mikey," I began, walking through the open door to his room.

"Christ! Mom…don't you knock?"

"Sorry, honey…but your door was open and…"

My sentence stayed unfinished as I took in the scene before me. Mikey was propped up in bed reading a magazine. His bedding was down beyond his waist; further than he thought I guess because there was his cock lying across his abdomen. My eyes lingered there, noticing the way it curved from the base to its tip. 

Mikey saw me looking and put aside his magazine. In doing so, he then realised he was exposing himself to me. His cock seemed to roll over as he reached to pull up a sheet. I was quite disappointed when I lost sight of it, but it allowed me to regain my composure and I moved towards his bed. I saw the mag he'd been reading. It was a stroke magazine; I never saw the name…just the picture of the semi naked girl on the cover. He had made no attempt to hide it; an example of the open relationship we had. But that didn't mean he was going to flaunt his erection in front of his mother. Even if he had asked me to masturbate it for him. Openness…even nakedness does not mean such displays are acceptable.

The ease with which Mikey felt at the situation was shown as he spoke.

"I tried again, mom, I really tried. My hand aches so much, now, it hurts to hold that magazine," he stated, before adding, "and that made it worse…looking at those pictures, because I couldn't do anything about it."

"It's okay, Mikey," I told him. "That's what I came to talk to you about. I think I can help you."

With that, I began pulling at the sheet that covered his cock. I could tell he was still erect, though not, by now, fully. But the sheet highlighted it nicely until I'd slid it right down, dragging his cock with it until it sprang back into place. 

"You mean…you're going to help me come?"

The relief was plain to hear, let alone the way the frustration left his body.

I knelt at the side of his bed and reached a hand across his thigh. I noticed how smooth his skin was as I looked up towards his face. Making a light contact with his shaft, his entire body jolted. I reached again for his cock and this time he allowed my fingers to feel their way around it, so I could hold it gently. I could feel him growing in my hand as I wondered how I should do it. Did it matter how I did it? Maybe all he wanted was to come. So I asked. "Okay, Mikey…you are fully hard now…" It didn't sound very sexy. It wasn't meant to be; he is my son after all. As I began stroking him I wanted to give him some control back and I asked him how it was and if he wanted me to do it differently. He could barely get the words out. "It's great, mom…..really great. I love it I...I…aaaahhhh…"

And with that, he started cumming. His essence just pumping out and down over his cock and onto my hand as I held him. It seemed never ending; more and more liquid flowing from him, like a damn had burst.

Finally, it stopped and he said, "Sorry, mom…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…" It was as if he was apologising for coming prematurely. My son was considerate!

"No need to apologise, Mikey…" I told him, smiling. "I see now just how desperate you were. Let me just get something to clean us up." I went to his bathroom where I ran my hand under hot water, rinsing my son's semen from my fingers, before wringing out a face cloth and returning to his room. I found him wiping himself with tissues. "Here…let me," I told him, sitting on the bed and I reached over, placing the wet and warm cloth over his tummy. I mopped him there, before taking the cloth to his genitals where I gently rubbed his balls. The cloth was still warm and I could only imagine how comforting this was as he sighed in pleasure.

I continued to stroke him, before the heat was lost, sliding my covered hand around and over his cock. He began to stiffen again and I wasn't entirely surprised. It wasn't unusual for a teenager; Tony was the same years ago. Even now there were occasions when his recovery time was pretty quick. Usually this would be when we were fucking and I'd feel in the mood for having him in my ass and say so. Sometimes he'd be so close to coming in my pussy that he couldn't stop himself. But he'd be so turned on by me telling him where I wanted his cock, that he'd be hard again in next to no time.

Anyway, I wanted to feel Mikey's cock in my hand again so I took the cloth away and traced my fingers along his length before taking hold of him. As my fingers slid around it, he sighed with pleasure. "Oh mom…that's so good."

I kept my hand around his cock, enjoying the warmth, before resuming the stroking I knew would give him even more pleasure. I had become an accomplished ‘masturbatrix' judging by the reactions from Tony over the years and I was just thinking that Mikey could benefit from my expertise when I realised he was easing his pelvis up and down; the movements causing his cock to slide through my fingers, as if he was fucking my hand. "Please, mom," he whispered, hoarsely, "stroke me some more." 

So I began moving my hand up and down his shaft, sliding my thumb over the tip and feeling the pre-cum already oozing out. His breathing sped up as I wanked him some more and I was just establishing a rhythm when he started to ejaculate once more. I was again feeling my son's orgasm as his cum, once again, began pumping from his penis and over my hand. I held him, waiting for his spasms to subside, saying, "You really needed this, honey, didn't you?" 

*  *  *  *  *

That evening my mind was in turmoil. Was I wrong to have done it? Had I crossed a line? I was worried I'd begun something that I couldn't stop. I thought about what I'd said, just after Mikey came again; about him needing it. It was an understatement, but did it have another meaning? Did other sons want their mothers to hold their cocks…to masturbate them until they came? By the time I went to bed, I had things pretty straight in my head. There was an end to this. It was only happening because Mikey hurt his hand. I was partly responsible and I was in a position to help. I told myself it would end when his hand was better.

As Tony was between my thighs, thrusting, my mind was not really there. As he came, shooting his hot seed into my pussy, I had already decided to do a better job with my son's cock the next day. Mikey deserved more than the quick hand jobs I'd given him.

*  *  *  *  *

I sleep nude, but as I usually keep my husband company before he leaves for work, I had thrown on one of his T-shirts. I had no panties on but you'd never know; the shirt covered me to mid-thigh. 

After Tony had left for work, I went back upstairs and looked in on Mikey. He was still asleep and I returned to bed mulling over my decision. I was aware that part of me wanted to do this for personal pride; to impress my son. I know that sounds a little perverse, wanting him to be impressed with my masturbatory abilities. But, I told myself, I just wanted to make him feel good. And I knew I could make him feel REALLY good. Later.

The time came and I went into our bathroom and collected a bottle from the cabinet. We used it mainly as lube for anal sex, but occasionally I used it when masturbating Tony. I nearly returned the bottle to its place, thinking what if Mikey asked why we had it. As open as we were about sex, I wasn't about to tell him the main reason. But even if he did ask, I could simply tell him about its secondary use. So, bottle in hand and butterflies in tummy, I approached his door. This time I knocked.

"Come in mom," he called. 

Entering, I found him propped up in bed reading a book. He looked up, smiling. I saw his eyes drawn to the bottle as I put it down on his bedside table. I answered his questioning look with a casual, "It's a surprise." I told him I'd been thinking about yesterday and that I didn't think it could have been very satisfying for him, adding, "So I'm here to make it good for you…if you want."

"Are you sure, mom?" he responded, immediately knowing what I was getting at. I nodded.

I sat on his bed and slowly drew the bedding away. Like me, he slept nude and my eyes were drawn to his cock. It was semi erect and seemingly already growing before I reached for it. I felt it twitch at my touch as I ran a finger over its smooth skin, before continuing to caress his thigh. As he grew and his cock moved, I stroked his thigh to his calf and back up again. I was determined this should last longer and made the same movements on his other leg…all the time, watching as he grew bigger and harder.


I drew imaginary circles on his chest, sliding my hand downwards. I couldn't tease him too much, so I slipped my fingers around his cock and held it gently, resisting the temptation to wank it. I didn't want him to come too quickly again. As I held him, I looked over his body. Not an ounce of fat anywhere. His skin was so smooth, everywhere; with barely a hair to be seen. Jo was right about Mikey being handsome. What would she think if she had seen him like this; naked and hard?

I studied his stiffening erection. It was about the same size as his father's but he was leaner than Tony, and it appeared much bigger as a result. I could no longer resist and I began a slow wanking movement along his shaft. He sighed, moaned and twisted as I manipulated his cock, before transferring my hand to his balls and then leaving him to reach for the bottle. His hips continued to undulate; his cock stabbing the air as if searching out something to fuck.

I poured a little lubricant into the palm of my hand and from there allowed it to drip onto the head of Mikey's cock. Before it dripped from there, I grasped him and rubbed; spreading the lube over its length. He was as hard as an iron bar as I pulled his foreskin back, revealing the dome of his cock; centred by that little hole I was to play with later. He was frantic, now, trying to fuck my hand as I deliberately kept to my slow stroking. I told him to hold out a little longer and enjoy, but the urgency was getting to me too. I wanted to see him come…but I had to make him last a little longer.

The lube had now mixed with his pre-cum as my hand slid up to the tip of his cock and back down again. I played my fingers over his balls, giving him differing sensations. Then I held his cock again, ready to take him to completion. "Cum for me, Mikey," I told him. "Show me what you can do…show your mother that you can come hard." I was wanking him vigorously, now and I knew he would come any moment. I desperately wanted my son to come really hard.

He didn't disappoint. I held his cock as the first spurt came. It was a small one…but then his hips shook and a huge jet sprayed out and up over his chest. Then another. I just held his cock as spurt after spurt flew out until his ejaculation subsided and he was able to speak. "Mom…that was unbelievable…the best…incredible…" and I smiled as I told him we hadn't finished yet.

After I'd wiped him down and dried him he gave me a hug.

"You're the greatest, mom. I really needed that. It was worth getting the injury for."

"You think so?" I asked. "It was really good?"

"Of course. I never came so much and so hard before!"

I smiled with satisfaction. It's what I hoped for. But I was curious.

"What do you normally think about; when you masturbate, I mean?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course," I replied. "I'm interested."

He raised himself from the bed and crossed the room. I watched him; his athletic body gliding as he moved towards his chest of drawers. Seconds later, I followed and moved up alongside as he slid open a drawer.

"I usually read these magazines and imagine myself with the girls, sometimes taking an idea from the stories or letters; other times from my own thoughts."

"Well…that's pretty normal, you know," I ventured, looking at the gorgeous blonde on the cover with her gravity defying breasts.

"I guess so," responded Mikey, flicking over some pages. "But I like it."

"Sure," I replied, my hand reaching for his arm. I wanted to touch him. "It's a bit tame though. I thought guys these days were into harder stuff."

He hesitated before reacting. "Well…I quite like these too," he said while reaching to the back of the drawer.

One magazine was called ‘Derriere' and the other…well the cover was missing, but it specialised in blow jobs, with numerous pictures of pretty girls holding, licking and sucking various penises. Naturally they were all huge. I could see a ‘look' on Mikey's face. "Don't worry," I told him. "They are only this big in the world of Porno!" I opened the other mag. Page after page of models on their knees, standing up, on their fronts; all showing off their behinds. It appeared Mikey had a thing about asses. Like his dad. I asked him if he had a favourite. I noticed the signs of renewing erection as he flipped through the pages. My hand had since rested on his buttocks, stroking him lightly. "This one," he almost choked out. I looked at the two girls kneeling, side by side, on a sofa looking back over their shoulders as my hand moved around to touch his growing penis. I stroked him, while he looked at the photo spread. It was so intimate; holding my son's cock as it stiffened in my fingers. "Let's go back to your bed," I said with a gentle pull before closing the magazine and putting it away.

Mikey reclined on his bed as I lay on my side, head propped in hand looking over his physique. He sighed as I again took him in my hand and began a light stroking. He oozed pre-cum and I rubbed my thumb over it, spreading it to the ridge of his cock-head. He squirmed and gasped as I repeatedly rubbed my thumb over the sensitive spot before moving my hand down towards his balls. I touched them lightly with the tip of a finger. He jumped. I loved the way his cock bounced and I tickled him there again, making his body twitch and his cock jerk some more, before taking it in my hand once more.

Writhing and moaning with pleasure, Mikey's eyes were closed as I began my next technique. His hips were soon gyrating and he realised he was experiencing an entirely new feeling. He forced his head up and opened his eyes. "What are you doing to me?" he exclaimed, eyes fixing on my forefinger; the nail of which was seemingly embedded in his pee-hole.

I recalled the shock on Tony's face when I first did this to him. I must admit, it surprised me the first time I had done this to a guy. It looked like the nail was half deep in his penis, but it was really the softness of the cock-head creating an illusion. Like the others, Mikey quickly discovered the intense pleasure. He realised as his hips undulated in pleasure, so the sensations increased and he was really in control. I had begun the motion; a kind of stirring, with my fingernail, but Mikey continued while I held my finger in place, pressing slightly now and then. "Oh…fuck...what is it…I never felt anything like it." That's pretty much what Tony said too. A couple of minutes later, his body stiffened. Then he shuddered and exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath the whole time. I waited. 




A Helping Hand



"Wow! What was that? I never heard about that before. I felt like…like I came…but it was different..." I remembered Tony describing it like a ‘dry cum' the first time I did it to him. And, like the others, Mikey was still hard. Apparently, although it was very like an orgasm, there was no ejaculation and the need to come was still great. So I took hold of my son's cock to help him with this latest need. And wanked him. It didn't take long before my ministrations had his cream pumping out and over his chest as his body arced upwards.

He seemed exhausted as the spasms subsided. As I wiped him dry, he relaxed and sunk back into the mattress. I slid down beside him feeling the warmth of his body as, I too, fell asleep.

*  *  *  *  *

I woke some time later to find my hand between my legs. I was wet and I guessed I had been fingering myself for some time. I also realised my son was curled up against my back with an arm draped across my thigh. Gradually, I became aware of his cock pressed up against me. It was hard. My T-Shirt had ridden up as I had rubbed my pussy and I could feel him against my bare skin. Was he having a wet dream? Perhaps reliving the experience of his mother playing with his cock. I didn't care and as I continued to pleasure myself, my movements caused his cock to slip into the groove between my buttocks. I took a sharp breath and held still. But there was no movement from Mikey. I called his name and there was no reply. Satisfied he was still asleep, I began to move tentatively as I recommenced my masturbation. Then I saw the bedside clock. Tony would be home soon; I'd slept longer than I thought.

I raised myself slowly, taking care not to disturb my sleeping son. His cock was still hard. On an impulse, I bent down and kissed the tip, tasting pre-cum as I did so. What had gotten into me? I padded softly out of his room, closing the door behind me. Once in our bedroom, I slipped my shirt off before moving into the bathroom. In the shower I was soon nice and lathery and I resumed rubbing myself, looking forward to a nice climax. The sound of the running water covered the sound of the opening door and the first I knew he was there was his voice. "Hi, baby…mind if I join you?"

It was Tony. He slipped his clothes off and stepped in. Previously I had been reluctant to fool around in the shower as the cubicle was small and I liked to have space when we made love. But I was already in a high state of arousal and he took advantage of this. His hands were roaming over my body and soon I felt the hardness of his cock brushing my soapy thighs. I was desperate to be fucked and he was desperate to fuck me. We kissed passionately, water cascading over our bodies and he turned me to face the shower wall while slipping a hand between my legs. "God, you're wet!" he exclaimed excitedly.

"Water does that," I teased.

"You know what I mean," he replied with a laugh.

His soapy fingers slid all over my pussy as I trembled in anticipation. I pushed back and felt a finger slip into my cunt and I gasped as another touched my smaller hole, before sliding in there too. As he finger-fucked my cunt and ass I knew what Tony wanted to do before he asked. But I remembered I had left the lube in Mikey's room. I had to think quickly to stop him looking for it. "Later darling…I don't think there's enough room here…come on…my pussy needs your cock. Fuck me against the wall." I pushed my ass out towards him. He pressed up against me, thighs against mine, working his erection between my legs and slid into my wetness. He began to fuck me as I wriggled; impaled on his cock and soon we had a steady rhythm. As Tony's hands searched out my breasts, I had a sudden vision of Mikey stretched out on his bed, one hand around a stiff penis, beckoning me to him. I managed to blank it out…but then my imagination took over. It was Mikey's thighs against mine, his hands mauling my breasts. It was Mikey fucking me hard up against the shower wall. His cock; my son's hard cock pushing in and out of my hot, wet cunt. And I came…oh how I came! I shivered and shook; my cunt milking his cock. Then Tony came too, ejaculating into me.

*  *  *  *  *

We sat at the table and before I sipped my coffee, Jo asked what happened with Mikey. I told her the truth. "Oh, his hand is much better," I replied. 

"Come on…you know what I mean…" she said testily. 

"Oh that," I replied grinning. "Yes…four or five times…I think. And then sex in the shower."

"Ha!" she cried out. "I didn't think you would."

She took a few more mouthfuls of her coffee before her next question. "Do you think Mikey would help me move a few items of furniture?"

The other customers looked at us as we fell about laughing.

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A Helping Hand



I woke up by Jay shaking me awake. He always did that, the jerk… It wasn’t because I made weird noises or because he needed something. He just wanted me to wake up at a certain hour every freakin’ morning and I could never understand why.

“Get up man! It’s almost 8.30! Shower time!”

I growled and heaved myself out of bed. Ever since the fire in Jay’s apartment, I let him stay at my pad. Unfortunately, I live in a one roomer with only a really small kitchen and I don’t even have room for a couch. So Jay had been forced to sleep in my bed… With me in it.

The problem with this was that I’m gay. I didn’t know, then, if Jay were. I hadn’t really asked him. All I knew was that I, in a sense, was thankful for him waking me up every morning so I could get into the shower and jack off, because there’s an extremely hot, NAKED guy laying in my bed every night…

So anyways, I pulled on my bathrobe to cover my erection and headed for the showers. Following my daily routine, I turned on the water, slipped out of my bathrobe and brought out the lube. Water is terrible lubrication and so I preferred to take care of my business outside the shower before actually getting in to it.

I hadn’t even started touching myself when I noticed that I hadn’t shut the door properly! I somewhat freaked at threw myself at the door to shut it as fast as possible. But then I froze… Jay was NOT laying comfortable on the bed. Was NOT trying to get back to sleep or anything similar.

…He was humping the pillow…

I know I should have looked away. That was a private moment! He was doing what I myself wanted to do so badly I could feel my balls ache. But I couldn’t look away. His face was twisted in pleasure and his hips moved a little faster and in such swift, graceful movements that I wished by everything holy that I was the pillow!

Jay groaned and rolled over to his back, cupping his heavy, almost reddish balls with his right hand and started stroking his thick cock with his left hand. I watched every moment so intensely that it felt like he was jerking me off instead of himself. Soon I realised why. I had hung up my bathrobe on a hook on the wall, right by the door and I was rubbing my dick against it, just like Jay had done with the pillow.

It felt great. I watched how Jay’s hand started going faster over his shaft, his balls drawing closer to his crotch and how he bit his lip as he gave short, irregular gasps of pleasure.

The robe didn’t give me enough stimulation for this. I moved away and brushed my thumb over the swollen head of my cock, spreading the drops of pre-cum over the rest of my dick before jerking it. I tried to keep it slow and even to make it last longer, but it was almost impossible, given the wonderful view I had through the small crack by the door.

Jay gave his cock a few more strokes before letting go. I wondered why he did that, but then he lifted his head and… oh fuck… stared right at me, with a cocky grin.

“Hey Benji. Want some help with that?”

I felt my face redden to the point where I thought I’d never get my real skin colour back again. Jay laughed softly, got out of the bed and walked towards me with steps that would make a porn director blush. He pushed the door aside and pressed his palm against my erection. I gasped.

“Jay… What…” I tried to ask him what the fuck he was doing. But he shut me up very effectively by rubbing his palm against me. I felt myself tip backwards, but Jay caught me.

“Don’t you think I’ve noticed how you get rock hard every night before we go to sleep? Haven’t you wondered, even once, why I always wake you up this early?”

He pressed his body close to mine and I could feel him rubbing his cock against my thigh. “I wake you up because you always starts humping the mattress and moaning in your sleep. I didn’t want to embarrass you.”

Okay, so apparently I could blush even worse.

“Oh, and you don’t think I’m embarrassed NOW?” I whimpered. His hand was becoming more persistent and I was going to cum against his hand within just a few minutes if he kept that up.

“I let you run off to the bathroom to let you get your relief in peace.” Jay continued. “But when I saw the door being slightly opened, I knew you couldn’t resist watching if I was jerking off.”

“Stop.” I gasped and tried to push him away.

“You’re so close to cumming?” Jay asked smugly. He KNEW how close I was. Fucker… Besides, who was he to talk? Didn’t he think I had noticed how much faster his cock was rubbing against me?

But he did remove his hand and moved away from me, just push me into the shower, grabbing the bottle of lube on the way. Something told me that I should probably run. After all, it’s not NORMAL that your best friend starts molesting you in the bathroom. But I was so horny I could see starts. I was afraid that if I didn’t cum soon, my dick would fall off. So I pretty much let him do what he wanted.

And what he wanted was pretty obvious. He knew I had done this sort of thing before so he didn’t bother much with preparations. He merely pushed two lubed fingers inside my ass and wiggled around until he found my prostrate. 

At that moment, I couldn’t have cared less about the thin walls and what kind of shit Mrs. Roberts would tell the other neighbours. I cried out in pleasure. I hadn’t had sex for nearly a year and it felt amazing having someone rubbing inside me. I just wanted more. More!

Without any warning, Jay slammed his 7’5 inch cock inside of me and I momentarily lost the ability to talk. When it returned to me, all could seem to say was “Harder! Fuck, Jay! HARDER!”

“Oh, fuck… You’re the tightest bitch I’ve ever been with, Benji. Honestly.”

Now I knew how the pillow must have felt…

I wanted to come so badly, I reached down to touch myself, but Jay’s hand was there quickly, pulling my hand away.

“Not yet, pretty boy.” He breathed in my ear and I almost felt like crying. It was too much, too good and too fucking intense. My spine was almost cracking and my ass was on fire. I felt my dick laying almost flat against my stomach and I was standing. 

Jay started moving faster and harder. He was grunting in my ear about what a slut I was and how tight I was and that if I would be able to walk within the next month, it would be a fucking miracle.

Then, with a cry of ecstasy… Jay came hard inside of me. He spun me around, got down on his knees and started sucking me, licking the head before dragging his tongue along the underside of my cock.

I gasped and felt myself stumble backwards until my back his the cold wall. Jay followed smoothly, never letting go of me. My hand grabbed his hair hard and my head fell backwards.

“Fuck, Jay…” I gasped as I felt the orgasm build in the pit of my stomach. It rolled over my shoulders and all the way into each and everyone of my toes before I exploded with a scream, accidentally banging my head against the wall. But the pain was nothing compared to the intensity of the orgasm.

When it was over, I looked down at Jay’s smirking and cum covered face.

“Promise me Benji…” Jay said as he ducked his head in under the spray of hot water. “The next time I turn you on, tell me about it. What’s your own hand compared to someone else’s dick?”

I grinned. That was all too true. I joined him and we showered… For ten minutes before I found myself on my hands and knee’s with Jay deep inside me again.

Something told me that I wouldn’t be clean and out of that shower for a long, long time…

END 



A Helping Hand



We hardly ever speak. Probably not for over two years. My brother, that is. But then, one Sunday morning he rings to ask a favour. I am intrigued. He has a eighteen year old son doing "A" levels – maths, physics and economics - apparently. Stuart is his name. I think hard to remember him. My brother's marriage only lasted two years – I think Stuart was to blame for the marriage, if you get what I mean. 

Well, Stuart is looking to go to university. Not far from where I live is the University of the West of England or UWE or You-eee as it's pronounced around here. He wants me to put him up for two nights while he visits the university. I think about protesting. But my kind heart (and not to mention my curiosity) got the better of me and the next thing we were arranging dates, pick-ups and swapping mobiles. 

He came on a Thursday in early December. I met him from the train station – Bristol Parkway. Not the nicest way to arrive in the city on a cold, damp and dark night. He arrived at about 7.30 in the evening and I bundled him and his single bag into my little car and we set off for the short trip. His first words are to thank me for my hospitality. I can see some of my brother in him. He is lean, fit and looks quite cute. And when he smiles, he will melt a few hearts

Despite the early warning phone call, my preparations are, as usual non-existent. Food supplies in the house would barely feed a mouse so my first suggestion is to tear round to our local Chinese. He smiles at my suggestion and I decide that we should eat out. The restaurant is ok. It's by a pub and not too far. We reach it without any problem and scuttle inside as the rain starts to fall. 

We get a nice secluded table and we order from the "set meals" – making selection easy. I can now take a close look at my nephew. He is about 5ft 6. Light brown, sandy hair, cut in a neat and tidy style. Better than most students who look like they are groomed by sheep shearers. He is dressed well. A nice casual shirt is covered with a well cut jacket. And his smile. He ladles on the charm like our slender Chinese waitress doles out the fried rice. We talk about his father and I tell him some of the things that we did as children (leaving out some of the more interesting stuff). I wonder what information his father will have shared with him! 

We finish the meal and order coffees. Our conversation has moved on through what I do for a living (he seems overly interested in the bikini lines) and I gently probe his own story. He keeps me amused with him tales. I take some delight that he seems to find my cleavage as interesting as the bikini lines. Eventually we go, and I drive back to my house.

It is late. Well past ten when we open the door and crash onto the sofa. I give him a quick tour, explaining that his 'bedroom' is now my studio and that he will have to crash on the sofa. He doesn't seem fazed by this and we decide on a night cap. I have only had a couple of glasses of wine – he had a beer in the restaurant. He seems delighted with my offer of a brandy and I pour two over-generous glasses. Our conversation continues and I get some old videos I have of my brother and I, originally shot on cine film. We laugh at lot at the sight of the two kids, playing in the back garden of our parents' home so long ago. 

I woke up a couple of hours later. The warmth of the house and the drink had probably done for me ...and for Stuart who is also asleep on the sofa. I tried to make him comfortable but without much success and I stumbled to bed, leaving him asleep, softly breathing.

For the second time I awoke with a start. I heard a noise and was immediately terrified. I knew there had been burglaries locally, some with violence. Then I remembered Stuart. Another crash made me jump. I got out of bed and found him, half awake, in the total darkness in the bathroom. 

'Are you ok?' I asked. 

'Yea.' He replied. 'I needed to pee and was trying not to wake you. I dropped this.' 

He pointed to a bottle of some sort, now laying in the bath with the liquid starting to dribble from the top. Nothing important. I righted it and turned to him. He was undressed. Well partially. He wore his boxer short and nothing else. He was also frozen. 

'My God. You are freezing!' I exclaimed, rubbing my hand down his goose-bumped arm. 'Come with me' I said, taking his hand and taking him to my bed. 

'Get yourself warm in here' I told him and he slipped in beside me. I could feel his arms were like ice and I felt bad about his condition, thinking I had been a poor host. I pulled him to me, wrapping my arms around him, giving him some of my body heat. 


'is that better?' I asked after a few minutes. He seemed to be warming up. I also felt the stirrings from within his boxers. Embarrassed, he tried to move. 

"I'm sorry, Aunt Jacqui' he said. 

I laughed quietly. 'Why are you sorry?' I asked. 

'Because I have a hard-on' he answered, somewhat sheepishly. 

'And why should that bother me? It would be worse if you didn't find me attractive and didn't get a hard-on, wouldn't it?'

He nodded, understanding that I found his reaction flattering. I could feel his cock against the top of my leg. 'I don't mind if you want some relief.' 

He seemed unsure of what I meant. 'if you want to jack off, go ahead.' I said.

'Are you sure?' he said. 

'Of course. But don't tell your dad.'

His hand went down to grasp his cock and I closed my eyes, as he started to work his hands up and down his shaft. Perhaps it was my presence, but he didn't seem to be getting anywhere. I wondered what to do. He was laying on his back, his left hand working on his cock. I took his other hand and put it under my t-shirt on my breast. He fondled me, exciting my nipples until they were firm. 

'Does that feel nice?' I asked. 

He made no reply but I could sense that he was getting more aroused. And so was I. I pulled off my t-shirt letting his see my breasts, and my hand joined his on his cock. I started to pump my hand up and down. He was quite dry – either he had produced no pre-cum or he had worked it all off – and I could tell it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I thought about some lube but instead lowered my head and started to lick him around his cock head. After I had explored his helmet, I opened my lips and took him fully down into my mouth and throat. 

He was a nice length for a deep throat – about 7 or 8 inches, and I enjoyed sucking him. After a few minutes I licked down his length, following the contours of his blue veins down to his hairy balls which I licked and sucked into my mouth. 

When I returned his cock to my mouth he lay back and ejaculated his load into my mouth. A full load, which I struggled to contain, exploded in my mouth and I allowed his hot white salty cream to dribble down my chin. His cock started to soften and I moved up his chest and we kissed. 

'Fuck!' was all he could say, as he panted deeply.

'We can do that as well!' I smiled.

As we kissed his hands explored my breasts and I urgently ordered him to lick my nipples. He seemed quite adept and soon had me very excited. 

After a while he lifted his head and asked me

'Can I lick you out?' 

I almost broke his neck as I pushed his head down to between my legs. He kissed my belly, then my inner thighs, making my pussy even wetter. He gently pulled down my panties and I could see him smile as he got his first look at my shaved pussy. He buried his head between thighs and started to lick me. His tongue seared my sensitive lips and vulva as he licked me hard. His fingers were buried deep within my wet cunt and his tongue started to circle my clit. He started to fuck me hard with two fingers and I was in heaven. When he sucked my whole clit into his mouth and flicked it back and forth with his tongue I came. Again and again. 

When I could stand his touch no longer I pulled him back to me and we lay kissing in each others arms. I licked his face – covered with my musky juices. 

'We'd better get some sleep.' I suggested, but his cock was already restored to its former size and he whispered in my ear

'I thought you wanted to fuck?'

Well who could resist such an offer? I insisted on going on top and I rode him till he filled me with his wonderful young sperm, and I enjoyed another series of deep, blissful orgasms. 

We finally did sleep and he became my hero when he woke me at 9 the next morning with a mug of steaming hot tea. He said how lovely I looked, how good my body was, and what a good fuck I was. He was so nice, I lay him back down, and taking a mouthful of hot tea first I gave him a hot blowjob. 

I know some people like Corn Flakes, some toast but sperm is by far my favourite breakfast!



A Helping Hand



The pounding in my temples woke me, but I couldn't muster enough energy to raise my hands to massage them. The harsh light stung my eyes, even through their closed lids. My mouth tasted like a heard of elephants had paraded through it and each had stopped to take a dump. And my stomach . . . well, you get the idea. I had the first hangover of my nineteen-year-old life, and it was a whopper.

Paula, my younger sister by a year and I were staying at the home of Miss Ann Beasley while our parents were off on their second honeymoon. Miss Ann was an elderly, very large black lady who had babysat us when we were younger. Neither of us had complained about staying with her. We loved Miss Ann. She was a great cook, and she would let us do just about whatever we wanted, as long as we were home by bedtime. To top it off, she lived three hundred yards from a beautiful lake tucked back in the East Texas woods. The lake and the forest around it had been our favorite place in the world. It was our own little slice of heaven.

I winced as faint images from the night before began seeping through the fog in my brain. Some of the local kids we'd gotten to know over the years while staying with Miss Ann were throwing a bash on one of the lake's sandy beaches not far from Miss Ann's house. Paula and I had been invited, and Miss Ann had given us permission to stay out a little later than usual. She admonished us "Some them older boys gonna be havin beer and such down there, I reckon. You children mind that you stay clear of that devil's brew."

But as more and more images from the preceding night began coming into focus, it became clear to me that I had not followed her instructions to the letter. My indiscretion had not escaped her notice either. Even worse, Paula had been there to witness the whole thing. I was doomed.

I was fairly certain that I could remember most of what had gone on, at least until a short time after I had lost the beer-guzzling contest. The remainder of the evening was more like a distant slow-motion spinning foggy dream. There were faint memories of me being carried back to Miss Ann's house by two of the other boys. They laid me on the old wooden porch and ran like hell. Paula summoned Miss Ann outside, and the two of them carried me into the house and up the stairs. But believe it or not . . . it gets worse—much worse.

Just as they flopped me down on my bed, the room started spinning. I knew that I was going to throw up, or pee myself, or both, so I struggled to get to my feet. It was a pitiful and fruitless endeavor, so I was forced to tell them what I feared was about to happen.

"Best get the boy off this good carpet before he does the deed." Miss Ann said. So they hoisted me back to my feet, putting one of my arms over each of their shoulders and half carried, half drug me down the hall. The upstairs toilet was broken, but they took me there anyway.

I was aware that the bathtub was in front of me—at least it was when the spinning room past by it. "My, my, what we gots to do for our men folk. You take note, child. Your day's a comin".

I couldn't lift my chin from my chest, so I saw more than felt my pants being unbuckled, unzipped and tugged down a bit. "Best see that he don't mess the floor." I heard Miss Ann's voice say just as her hand came into view and slid under my flaccid dick. She lifted it just enough to point it over the edge of the tub. "Be gettin your business done now boy, else we just gonna leave you in the tub and you can be cleaning your own nasty self up come morning."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I let loose a very long and relieving stream of pee that I knew wasn't going to subside anytime soon. I sighed with relief as I watched it arc up and hit the wall behind the tub. It wasn't until I heard Paula let out a silly giggle that I remembered she was who my other arm was draped over. That reality sent a violent gush of vomit erupting from me. I was vomiting and pissing at the same time, and I couldn't stop either expulsion.

The recollection made me mumble, "Ho . . . ly shit!" over my heavily elephant-shit coated tongue. I prayed for an additional few hours of sleep, hoping against hope that I would wake up again and find that it had all been a terrible, sickening nightmare.

* * *

It was early afternoon when I woke up again. Deciding that I'd have to face both Paula and Miss Ann sooner or later, I got up and made my way down the hall to the bathroom, fully expecting to find that I had a big mess to clean up before I could take a shower. I was very pleasantly surprised to find the bathroom spotless.

I was alone in the house, so I decided to go down to the lake. Once there, and since the bright summer sun was stinging my still sensitive eyes, I found a nice shady spot and lay down in the sand. Soon, I dozed off again.

I don't know how long I slept, but when I finally opened my eyes, Paula was sitting cross-legged on the sand beside me. When she saw that I was waking up, her lips turned up into a shit-eating grin. It was lucky for her that she didn't say anything. If she had, I probably would have knocked that grin right off of her face. After all, I was already in so much trouble that I didn't think hitting her would make it any worse. "I don't want to talk about it." I said sternly, preempting whatever she might have been considering saying.

Paula let out a giddy laugh and then said just as sternly "I don't really give a shit what you want or don't want. You owe me big time, and wow, do I mean biiiiiiig time."

"What do I owe you for? You didn't do anything."

"Like hell I didn't. Oh, I forgot. You were already passed out cold by the time me and Miss Ann started cleaning up your filthy disgusting mess."

I was astonished "You did that—helped her, I mean?" She didn't answer, but just cocked her head and told me with her expression that she had. Then she punctuated it by opening her mouth and pretending to stick her finger down her throat.

There was a long silence and then Paula broke it by letting out a giggle. "What?" I demanded.

She looked like it was all she could do to keep from bursting out laughing "Oh, nothing. I was just conjuring up the image of you in front of the tub, your arms draped over our shoulders, your pants down at your knees, and your dick in Miss Ann's hand, shooting a huge stream of piss into the air. That's all." And then she completely lost it, pounding the sand with her hand as she laughed and snorted.

"Ha Ha" I said sarcastically. "Go ahead, laugh it up. You're going to fuck up one of these days and then I'm going to be the one doing the laughing."

When her laughter subsided, she got up and brushed the sand from her ass and legs. Then she peered down at me and said "Just remember, you owe me big time, and I'm going to be collecting real soon."

"What?" I called after her as she strode away.

She didn't look around "Don't worry, you'll find out when I'm ready." And she started laughing again. I could still hear her laughing all the way back to Miss Ann's house.

* * *

I woke the next morning to someone poking me in the shoulder. "Wake up, sleepy head."

When my mind cleared, Paula peered down at me with a wicked grin on her face "Okay, here's the deal. I want to do what Miss Ann did. I want to hold your dick while you pee into the air. It's either that, or I'm going to tell mom and dad about the other night. So, which will it be?"

"What?" I asked, astonished at what I thought I'd heard.

"You heard me. Now, do we have a deal or not?"

"Why would you want to--"

"It's none of your business why. We either have a deal or we don't . . . so, what's it going to be?"

"I'm not sure I und--"

"Shit, are you dense or something? I told you the deal. I'm not going to repeat it. So what's your answer?"

"I can't believe you want to do something like--"

"Shut up and answer the question."

I thought about it for a few seconds. There was no doubt in my mind that she would tell our parents. That would be just like her. Then it hit me "It's not your call. Miss Ann will tell them anyway. So there."

She slapped my shoulder hard. "No she won't. In fact, she specifically told me not to tell them. She said . . . what was it, oh yeah, "He's a man-boy, child, and for some reason, God just saw fit to make them act a fool now and again . . . some more often than others . . . but seems they all gots ta do it."

"So, choose now. You have fifteen seconds."

I couldn't believe she actually wanted to do something like that, but playing along seemed by far the lesser of the two evils. Besides, it wouldn't hurt me any. "Just one time, right?"

"That will be up to me. And this is the last time I'm going to have a discussion about it. You have until I reach the door." And she turned and headed for it.

"Okay, I'll do it." I called out in a panic. "I'll do it."

"Okay then" she said turning back to me, her hand on the doorknob. "Tree house, fifteen minutes, and you'd better need to pee real bad." Then she turned abruptly and walked out, not bothering to close the door behind her.

* * *

Needing to pee badly wasn't going to be a problem. Holding off until I got to the tree house was. After washing my face, I pulled on some shorts, a t-shirt, and my tennis shoes and headed that way.

"Do you have to pee?" Paula asked before I'd even climbed all of the way into our tree house, which was little more than a few boards nailed across some limbs, providing a makeshift floor.

"Yes. Let's just get this over with, okay?"

"Fuck you! There you go trying to control the situation. This is my thing, not yours. I'll say what we do and when we do it."

Hearing my little sister bark orders to me sounded so strange, I couldn't help but chuckle "Okay, you're calling the shots."

"Good. I'm glad we got that straight. But just for trying to take control, you have to wait another ten minutes before you can pee."

Damn, I didn't think I could wait that long, but I agreed. Nothing was said for the next ten minutes. We just sat there, me squirming, and her taking turns watching me squirm and looking at her watch.

When it was time, she told me to stand up and put my hands up on the higher branches on each side of the tree house. "Just like you were the other night, all spread out like a scarecrow."

When I was in position, she stood beside me and unsnapped my shorts, pulling them and my briefs down to my knees. I should tell you, my cock isn't much bigger than any other guys, but there is something unique about it. It doesn't shrink much when it's flaccid. It's almost as long and thick when it's soft as when hard. Oh sure, it does get a little bigger when I have a hard on, but not much. It's one of those dicks that look great in the boy's shower at the gym, but doesn't live up to what one might expect when it gets hard. Still, I like that about it. I don't have to be shy about dressing in front of the other guys. I can tell that some of them are jealous of me for having it, but they don't know that it doesn't grow much when I'm aroused.

Paula slowly took it in her hand and pointed it out over the edge of our semi floor. But it began hardening immediately. Hence, there was no chance at all that I was going to be able to pee. And it hurt like hell.

"Well, let's have it." She barked, still pointing it outward.

"I can't."

"Why not?" she asked, her tone a bit softer.

"Can't you tell? It's getting hard. A guy can't pee when his dick is hard."

"But you have to. I want it now."

I stared at her with apologetic eyes. "Sorry. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Make it soft again." She said, her tone almost begging.

She was still holding it, and it was getting harder by the second. "I can't. Guys can't control that. It just happens."

"But why now?"

"You're kidding, right?" I teased, even though I was in serious pain.

"Tell me."

I chuckled again "When a girl is holding a boy's dick, it's going to get hard. That's just a fact of life."

She rolled her eyes "I know that. I'm not a fucking idiot . . . but I'm your sister. It shouldn't get hard when I touch it. It didn't get hard when Miss Ann did it."

"Uh . . . hello . . . I was drunk out of my fucking gourd when she did it, remember?"

She released my dick and sat down with a pouting look on her face. "We'll just wait until it gets soft again. You just stand there and wait until it gets soft."

I chuckled again "Sorry, but that's not going to happen. And even if it does, it's just going to get hard again when you touch it. Don't blame me. Blame Mother Nature."

"Fuck!" She exclaimed. Then she looked like she had an idea "It wouldn't do that if you had already cum, right. It wouldn't get hard again that fast, would it?"

"Probably not. It would take awhile. I don't think it would get hard right away. Why?"

"Then you have to make it cum."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"You heard me. Make it cum. Then I can hold it without it getting hard."

"Here? Now? You're kidding!"

"No, not here, you fucking idiot. I don't want to see that. Ewwww, that's gross. Climb down and go behind the trees. Make it cum and then hurry back up here so you can fulfill your end of the deal."

"You're fucking crazy."

"You're dead meat if you don't."

"Damn, Paula, I'm not sure I can do it. It already hurts like hell. A boy's dick hurts when it gets hard at the same time he needs to pee."

"Well, you're not going to pee until I'm holding it, so I don't fucking care how bad it hurts. Go make the fucking thing cum and then get your ass back up here so we can get on with this."

"Okay, I'll try. But I can't promise anything."

"You'd better promise. You'd better fucking promise that you're not going to pee until I say so. If you do, the deal is off and you'll have to deal with the consequences. Got it?"

"Okay. I'll do my best." And with that, I yanked up my shorts and climbed back to the ground. I found a place behind some bushes and began to jack off. It hurt like hell and it took a long time, but I finally managed to cum. It still hurt, but there is no bad orgasm. The minute I was done, I climbed back up to the tree house.

"Hurry and get in position." She said. Then she immediately began undoing my shorts and tugging them down. Her hand was around my dick in a flash, "Okay, I'm ready, let it fly."

Gawd, I tried, I really did. But I just couldn't do it. I definitely needed to pee. That wasn't the issue. I just couldn't do it while she was holding me.

"Well, I'm waiting." She said, her tone more begging than commanding. "Do it now. Pee for me."

I kept trying, concentrating with every ounce of energy I had, but I just couldn't get my stream to start. It was useless. "I'm sorry. I just can't. It's just too weird having someone else hold it like that. I'm trying, really."

"What can we do?"

I thought for a few seconds before saying "Maybe if you let go of it until I get started. Maybe that will work."

"Fuck!" She hissed, but she released my cock. "Then do it. Get it started. Hurry."

Still, I just couldn't do it. I didn't know what to do. I tried holding it myself, and then closing my eyes, but nothing helped.

After several minutes, Paula pushed my hand away and grabbed my dick forcefully. She was staring me right in the eyes. "Pee Goddamnit! Quit stalling."

Then, all of a sudden, the worse possible thing happened. My dick started to get hard again.

"Oh fuck!" She almost shouted. "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You're my problem." I fired back. "This just isn't normal. A girl just doesn't do that to a boy and expect everything to be normal. I'm not used to having someone watch, let alone holding my dick . . . especially a girl. It's not my fault. I tried my best."

Frustrated, she released me and sat down again. "Pull your fucking shorts up. You look like an idiot standing there with your dick sticking out." Then she pounded the floor with her hand "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Paula sat there thinking for a couple of minutes before jumping to her feet. She stepped over to where I was leaning against the trunk of the tree. She stared right up into my eyes and said "I'll be back in ten minutes. You'd better be here when I get back, and there better not be a wet spot anywhere within a mile of this tree. Got it?"

"Okay" I said, forcing a chuckle even though I was in serious pain. Actually, I was curious to see what she was up to. I watched her climb to the ground and disappear through the trees. Then I just sat down and waited, trying to take my mind off of the intense pain in my groin.

* * *

It was longer than ten minutes, but my sister finally returned. She was carrying a grocery sack in her arms. Several times while she was gone, I had thought that my need was so great that I'd be able to do what she wanted. I told her so the instant she joined me in the tree house.

"Great!" she exclaimed in a giddy voice.

When I started to undo my shorts though, she stopped me "No, that's my job. You just grab the branches. I'll do everything else. Still, I couldn't force myself to pee. But at least I didn't get hard. The pain was just too intense. "Fuck!" Paula grunted as she threw my dick out of her hand roughly. Then she reached into the sack and pulled out a bottle of Tequila. It was almost full.

"Where did you--"

"None of your business. Your job is to pee, not asked questions. And so far, you can't even do that. You're pathetic."

When her hand emerged from the sack again, there was a small glass in it. She filled it about a third of the way with the gold liquid and held it out to me. "Drink this. Maybe it will relax you. Hurry. Drink it fast."

I hesitated for a second and then gulped it down. It burned my mouth and throat and I began coughing and gasping for air. But she already had the lid off of the bottle and grabbed the glass and poured some more Tequila into it. "One more. Drink up."

I did as she ordered, again, coughing and gasping as the liquid burned its way down my throat. "Good, now, do you need to jack off? I don't want you getting hard on me again."

She looked skeptical when I shook my head, but finally accepted that as an answer. "We'll wait a few minutes for the alcohol to hit you. Then, if that doesn't work, you'll drink some more, and more and more until you fucking pass out if that's what it takes. But by God, you're going to pee before we leave this tree house, so you might as well give me what I want and get it over with."

There was nothing I could say to that, so I just sat and waited for the Tequila to work its magic.

* * *

I had never drunk Tequila before, so I didn't know what effect it would have on me. I soon found out. My dick started getting hard without any help from Paula. The whole situation started to seem erotic and exciting.

"What are you doing?" She asked as I reached for the bottle.

"I need a little more." Then I tipped up the bottle and took a long tug from it. It didn't burn as much this time. I didn't gag or cough or gasp. I only shuddered. My dick was almost fully erect. I thought about trying to hide it from her, but decided to have a little fun instead. I jumped to my feet, turned my back to her and undid my shorts. Then I turned around and thrust my hips out toward her. "I just thought you might be interested in what effect your Tequila is having on me, sis."

"Asshole" was the only response she made. Then she reached into the sack and produced a men's magazine. She tossed it to me and ordered "Here, use this if you have to, but get rid of that fucking thing. Turn your back though. I don't want to see. It's disgusting."

"Fucking thing?" I teased.

"Ha Ha. Very funny! Get rid of it now and I mean right now."

"Yes ma'am." I said with a giggle, finally having some fun with the situation.

I didn't need the magazine. I turned my back and began pumping my cock for all it was worth. It didn't take me long to shoot my cum out into the air. I watched it fall all of the way to the ground. Then, while my softening cock was still oozing the last of its seed, I told her. "Done . . . it's all yours."




A Helping Hand



Without looking, she stepped up beside me and grabbed my dick. But she flung it out of her hands quickly "Ewwww, that's sick. You did that on purpose, you fucking moron. You're just asking for it. I've got a good mind to say fuck this whole deal and tell mom and dad what went on two nights ago. What do you think about that?"

I watched as she tried desperately to wipe her fingers off on her shorts. "I'd say you wouldn't dare. You want this too much. You can't stand the thought of not having what you want, even though it's sick and perverted. You want it too much to give up. Tell me I'm wrong." When I was finished saying that, I grinned. I was proud of myself, even though I knew that it was the alcohol talking more than it was me.

I didn't wait for her to answer. I turned my back to her and grabbed my dick, aiming it out into the air. Almost instantly, pee began gushing from it. I was still so stunned that I was actually peeing, I didn't even realize that Paula was beside me. She thumped the back of my hand with her finger. I released my dick, but swiveled my hips away from her, and my pee stream as well. She had to fight to catch my dick and get her hand around it. When she did, I heard her breath suck in. "Too fucking cool" she gasped.

I peed for a very, very long time, marveling at how deftly she waved it about. She pointed it upward, making the stream reach a high arc, then waved it back and forth. To my utter amazement, it felt awesome. And the site of her doing it—the idea of it—as perverted as it was, seemed incredibly erotic as well. I reached around her waist and pulled her to me. "Pretty cool, huh?"

Her other hand found its way around my back and squeezed my side. Fucking awesome! I love it!" She purred. When my stream began to dwindle, she pouted "Awwwww, I want more."

I was thrusting my hips out and told her to shake it until it was all gone. She obeyed without hesitation. Finally, she looked up at me and smiled, then released my dick. "I mean it. I want more, a lot more. I want to do it again while you're still tipsy. 

I sat down and reflected on the events of the last hour. It was weird, but erotic too. I couldn't understand what caused my sister to want to do it, or why I found it all so erotic, but there was no denying that I did get quite a kick out of it. "What the hell, go get jug of water and I'll wait here and have a little more of this magic brew."

"Hell yeah!" She said as she jumped to her feet and hurried down the ladder. "I won't be long." She yelled back as she disappeared through the trees.

The End . . . for now.



A Helping Hand



I was suppose to be going out with friends. It had been a long two weeks cramming for finals. My sophomore year in college was proving to be much more difficult then my freshman. I had barely stuck my head out of the books long enough to eat, let alone relax. So since this was Friday night, some of my gal pals decided I needed a break. But now, about halfway there, I decided I was just to exhausted to go through with it, and turned the car around to head home. 

Home meaning my parents home, where I still lived. I know, I know. I was almost 20 yrs old and still living with my parents. But that was one huge advantage to going to a local college...I was saving a fortune on housing by staying at home as opposed to the dorms at school. Plus mom and dad were great about letting me have my own space and not making me account for my comings and goings and such. And it was a huge house with just the parents, my younger brother, Bob, and me.

Bob was a- what you would call a, ummmm, what would be the polite term, ummmm, oh the hell with it. He was a fucking nerd! Right down to his thick glasses, clothes that went out of style a decade earlier and those horrible pocket protectors full of pencils and pens. And he was skinny as a rail. It was no wonder he had not even had a single date. But, he had a heart of gold and was absolutely brilliant. I had no doubt that he would be the head of his class by far when he graduated later this year. 

I pulled into the driveway and saw by the empty garage that mom and dad were still out on the town. It was just now 7:30 and they had not expected me back so early. Super. That would just leave me and the boy-wonder, and he would be so engrossed in whatever book he would be studying, he was always studying that he would be no bother. I could relax and wind down from the stressful week.

I grabbed a towel, a bottle of wine from dad's liquor cabinet, and a glass and headed out to the back porch. I flipped on the hot tub, stripped naked, and settled into the steaming hot water. Privacy was not a concern. The backyard was completely fenced in so no one could see from the outside, and if Bob came out here, I would be completely covered by the water.  I poured myself some wine and turned on the built-in stereo system.

This is just what I needed. The wine was warming me on the inside and the hot streams of water were warming me from the outside.  By the time I had worked myself through half the bottle of wine, I was starting to feel slightly drunk. That, combined with the way the hot, bubbling water was feeling against my naked skin was starting to make me to feel slightly horny as well. As I leaned my head back, I found my hand sliding down my flat belly and across my clean-shaven pussy. I found myself already wet, and not from the water. As soon as my fingers touched my already erect clit, I felt an electric charge race through my body. This would not take long.

I started to rub my clit hard with three fingers as my other hand moved to my 36c sized breasts. I pinched and massaged a stiff nipple as my other hand worked at a furious pace on my hard clit. After only a moment I could feel my much needed release approaching. I squeezed my tit hard just as my climax hit. I continued rubbing my clit as wave after wave of orgasmic delight crashed over me hard. I started to scream out loud and raised my ass off the seat as I rubbed myself into one, then two more quick orgasms. When I finally regained my senses, I found myself breathing very hard and found I had drenched the area around the tub with all my splashing. I suddenly realized that I had been screaming and hoped no one had heard me. 

I quickly climbed out of the tub, dried off, and picked up my clothes. I grabbed the bottle of wine, wrapped myself in the towel, and headed towards my room. I was still horny as hell and I had a huge toy collection just waiting for me to use in my room.  I still had not seen Bob, but thought nothing of it. As I mentioned, it was a huge house and it was easy to avoid people. My bare feet made no noise on the lush carpet. As I approached the den, I could see the glow from a television coming from the open doorway. Bob must be taking advantage of the entertainment center in there. As I passed the doorway, I glanced in, and stopped dead in my tracks. 

On the screen of the large TV, which was facing the door, were two naked young girls, one with her face buried in the snatch of the other, eating her pussy for all she was worth. I also saw Bob, who was sitting on the couch in front of the TV. From my vantage point, with the couch facing away from me, all I could see of Bob was his head and the top of his shoulders. But it was very obvious, from the motion of his arms, that my baby brother was jacking off to the x-rated movie he was watching. And he was really going at it. I don't know if it was my intoxicated state, my horniness or both, but I suddenly had the urge to sneak into the room and watch my brother stroke his cock. 

Just as I stepped into the room, car lights flashed across the den window. Crap, mom and dad were home. We both panicked at the same time. Bob didn't want to get caught yanking his crank to one of dad's naughty movies and I sure as hell did not want to get caught drunk as a skunk. I ran to my room as I heard Bob crashing into things in his haste to get things cleaned up in the den. I just shut my door when I heard the front door open. Feeling safe, I let out a huge breath of air. Hope Bob made it too.

I took a shower in my bathroom to get all the chlorine from the hot tub off me and to relax a bit. I then got out my toy collection and settled into bed anticipating a nice "self help" session. Just as I was about to start, I heard Bob's bedroom door open and then shut across the hallway. I suddenly felt guilty for some odd reason. Here I was, already having had a couple of orgasms, and getting ready for a bunch more, and poor Bob got interrupted before he even had one. That just didn't seem fair. Plus I knew Bob had to be frustrated to begin with, still being a virgin and all. I know this because Bob and I are pretty close and talk about a lot of stuff. 

I snuck to my door and opened it quietly. I saw the light under Bob's door go out. I knew he was heading for bed. Again, not sure what got into me (drunk? horny? you pick) but I decided that my brother needed help. I grabbed some needed supplies from my bathroom, threw on a nightshirt, and again went to my door.  I shut out my light, opened my door, and snuck into the hallway. I looked down the hall, and seeing no one, moved to Bob's door. I knew that even if mom and dad were still awake, they would be downstairs and at the other end of the house. I quickly opened the door, moved inside, and shut it again.

Bob, who was in bed, sat up and yelled. "Who's there?" 

"Ssshhhhh...It's me." I said. 

"What's going on?" He asked. 

"Just lay back down, hush, and I'll explain." He did as asked as I moved to the edge of the bed and knelt down. I placed a small candle on his nightstand and lit it. It bathed the room in a warm glow. I put the rest of the supplies on the floor. As I expected, Bob was wearing a full set of pajamas, complete with button up shirt just like you would expect a nerd to be wearing. I shook my head. Its no wonder the poor boy was still a virgin. 

"Listen," I started. "I know that Mom and Dad interrupted you earlier when you were having "fun" in the den." He started to protest and I again hushed him. "Don't worry about how I know, I just do."

He suddenly seemed embarrassed. "It's no big deal, really...everyone does it, even me." This seemed to relax him a bit, but he still seemed confused. "I am going to help you out with your problem, but there are rules you need to follow, ok?"

A light seemed to suddenly come on inside his head that said he knew that he was in for something very rare and exciting here, even if he still did not know what. He simply shook his head 'yes.'

"Ok, rule #1, reach above you and grab the rails of your headboard with both hands. And no matter what happens, you are NOT allowed to let go." Slowly, he reached above his head and grabbed the rails.

"Rule #2, no matter what happens in the next few moments, this is OUR secret, and ours only...understand?" He again shook his head. 

I reached out and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled each half to the side, exposing his skinny chest. No hair yet. I expected that. I then reached down and started to unsnap the top button of his pants. He moved his hands from the rail and started to stop me.

"What did I tell you about your hands?" I said in a stern voice. He instantly put them back on the rails. "Just relax and trust me." I told him. 

I finished unbuttoning his pants and then pulled them down past his thighs. His now exposed cock was right in front of me. As expected, not much hair here either, but he did appear to be a little thicker then I expected. I reached underneath and held it in the palm of my hand. He jumped slightly at the feel of my warm hand on his dick. I reached down and picked up the bottle of lotion I had brought with me. I poured some along the length of his shaft. I then started to rub the lotion in with my other hand, rubbing along the length.

He started to grow in my hand, and grow and GROW. My God, I didn't think he would ever stop! I poured more lotion on and continued to rub it in until he reached his full length. He was absolutely huge!

"My God Bob....if the girls in school knew about this monster of yours, they would be all over you!" He smiled at this and settled his head back into his pillow, starting to relax enough to actually enjoy what was going on.

I cupped my hand around the top of his shaft and started to slowly work my hand up and down.  My other hand moved to his balls and I cupped them as I settled into a nice slow stroking movement. He started to groan softly as I applied slight pressure to his shaft as I stroked. I couldn't get over the size of him. Had to be at least 10 inches.

I started twisting my hand as it moved up and down his beautiful cock. He was starting to moan a little louder now and he started thrusting his hips up in time with my strokes. I poured some lotion on his balls and massaged it in with my other hand as my stroking began a quicker pace. 

I was getting very horny myself. I could feel my pussy getting very wet. It was all I could do to resist jumping on top of him and ramming this huge prick deep inside me. But that was not the intention of this session, and I was not willing to take that step with my own brother. At least not yet!

His breathing was starting to come much quicker now and he was really bucking hard against my hand. I knew he didn't have long to go. I released his balls and reached down to the floor. I picked up a small vibrator and flipped it on. I then placed it just above his balls and against the base of his cock. I started to stroke him very hard and very quick, running the entire length of his shaft.

He moaned loudly, closed his eyes, and threw his head back. I knew this was hit. I felt his shaft harden even more and then felt the cum rising through his long cock. The first stream shot high into the air and landed on his bare chest. A second and then a third shot into the air. Several, more smaller streams oozed out of the head and onto my hands. I squeezed the shaft hard and milked out the remaining cum. By the time I was done, his chest, pelvic area, and my hands were covered with hot cum. While he still had his eyes closed, I raised a finger to my mouth, and tasted a small sample. I loved it!

I released his cock and it landed with a flop on his stomach. Bob then opened his eyes and looked down first at his still erect cock and then at me. I reached down and grabbed a warm washcloth and washed off my hands. I then took another and started to lovingly clean his chest off. I then took my brother's slowly shrinking cock and started to clean it with the warm cloth, sending further jolts of pleasure through him. After I cleaned him up, I pulled his pants back up and buttoned his shirt. 

I picked up my things, blew out my candle, and then leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. As I was exiting the room, I looked back and a completely shocked and satisfied brother. "Oh, Bob...you can let go of the rail now." I chuckled as I walked back to my room to take care of MY problem now! 



A Helping Hand



I arrived home to find Tracy looking as gorgeous and sexy as ever in sweat pants and a sleeveless top that was cut short to display her flat and lightly tanned belly. The stud through her navel caught the light and, after she'd given me a big kiss – and had a quick feel of my prick – she asked me if I liked it.

'Very nice. Very discreet.'

'This one's for you. I know you don't really like the dangly one.'

When she was working, she invariably wore one that had a little chain which I thought was too obvious. She said the punters liked it though.

'Good choice,' I told her, stroking her ass as I admired it. 'Listen, are you working tonight?'

'No,' she said, wriggling against my hand.

'Then how about I take my sexy girl-friend out for a meal?'

'That would be great,' she sighed regretfully, 'but Mandy – that black girl I work with – has got a problem that you might be able to help with, so she's coming round later. Is that all right?'

'What sort of a problem?' I asked, pulling a shoulder strap to one side and nuzzling her neck.

'Mmm – that's nice! A computer problem of sorts. I'll let her tell you. God, Harry! Stop it!'

As well as nuzzling her neck, I now had a hand down the back of her pants and was fondling her bare ass. I was just able to reach her cunt with the tips of my fingers and I could feel her getting wetter by the second.

I stopped playing with her only long enough to use both hands to push her pants down and off her hips. Then I dropped down in front of her and, as I started licking her hairless and already slippery cunt, I pulled her pants down around her ankles. Instinctively, she lifted each foot in turn, allowing me to remove them completely. All the while, she was letting out a stream of little sighs and moans and finally she grabbed my hair to pull me up again.

'Enough! Jesus, Harry, stop messing about and take me to bed!'

Tracy was twenty-six years old and had ten years of fairly intensive sexual experience behind her. At sixteen she had been seduced by one of her mother's many partners and, when her mother eventually found out, had been thrown out along with the now ex-partner. He quickly tired of her and, for the next five years, she had provided for herself as best she could. Working as a check-out girl in the local supermarket had gone some way to paying her rent; working as a part-time hooker had made up the difference.

We had met when she came to my assistance as I was being mugged for the laptop I was carrying. Quite possibly I could have fought off the attacker on my own, but when Tracy waded in and hit the guy over the head with one of her high-heels, he soon abandoned his attempt to rob me and staggered away, cursing and holding his head.

We let him go and Tracy leaned against me while she slipped her shoe back on. Then I took her for a drink. After that, having discovered she hadn't had anything to eat for the last six hours, I took her for a meal. Coming out of the restaurant into a downpour she abandoned her plans to return to her street corner and, instead, let me take her back to my flat.

There she made use of my shower while I made us both coffee and poured a couple of brandies for good measure. When we'd finished those she took another look at the rain lashing down outside and suggested we went to bed instead. Five years later, she's still suggesting it. She gave up the supermarket job when she moved in with me – and took a job as an escort shortly afterwards. Despite my oft repeated suggestions that she give up her work in the sex trade, she always refuses.

'I really don't mind it,' she admitted. 'In fact I enjoy being taken out by all those different men and I get a kick out of knowing almost all of them want to have sex with me. And the beauty of it is, it's entirely up to me whether or not I let them. That apart, I need to keep my independence and earn my own money.'

She viewed sex differently to most people and regarded her body as an asset to be used as such. Emotionally, she was as committed to me as she could ever be to anyone, but she thought the idea of only allowing me to have sex with her was ridiculous. I couldn't really argue with her – she was over twenty-one and it was her body, after all. Plus, the money she made from those she did sleep with, paid for a pretty fancy holiday every year as well as a lot of luxury items for the flat.

Carrying her through to the bedroom, I laid her on the bed and then quickly undressed. She giggled when she saw my erection.

'My God, Harry! Anyone would think you hadn't had a woman for months.'

'It's you, you minx. Even now, after five years, I still get hard just thinking about you.'

'Damn right! Don't you ever stop. Now bring my favourite dick over here so I can give it a kiss.'

Tracy's idea of kissing my prick is to try to swallow it, balls and all. She loves oral sex and, more than once, we've spent an entire afternoon and evening performing nothing but oral sex on each other.

We quickly moved into a sixty-nine and, after an enjoyable ten minutes or so, we moved onto some oral sodomy - something we both find extremely arousing.

'Harry,' she panted, as we paused to draw breath, 'will you fuck my ass?'

'Love to.'

She quickly knelt in front of me, waggling her beautifully rounded ass provocatively. I gave it a playful slap and then began anointing her with oil. We used to use KY until one Italian holiday when the only thing to hand was a bottle of extra-virgin olive oil. It did the job perfectly and, the fact that it was extra-virgin tickled Tracy because every vestige of her virginity had gone years before. Ever since then, we've used olive oil whenever we've needed lubrication.

By the time we were ready, her fingers were working busily on her clit.

'I wish you had two dicks, Harry,' she sighed, as she felt me easing slowly in.

'Why's that?'

'Then you could fuck me both ways at the same time.'

'We could always find another guy if you wanted to try DP,' I offered.

'Maybe for my thirtieth birthday,' she said, panting a little as I began to fuck her. 'Oh, God, yes! That feels so good!'

By the time Mandy came round we had showered, dressed and eaten and I was feeling like I normally did after a good romp with Trace – smug and satisfied. It didn't stop me ogling Mandy's breasts, though. The white shirt she wore outside her jeans would have been thin enough to show most of Tracy's lightly tanned breasts. As it was, Mandy's coffee coloured ones were strikingly obvious.

Mandy was almost as cute as Tracy. Although taller and heavier, she was nicely in proportion and I could understand why she was as popular with the punters as Tracy. Although Mandy's husband knew she worked as an escort, he had no idea about the things her customers paid for at the end of the evening.

'The only way he lets me keep working as an escort is because I've promised him that I don't fuck the clients,' she confessed, taking a sip of her wine. 'He'd go mad if he knew I did. He's not cool about it like your Harry – although he's happy enough to spend the money.'

'But what's the problem?' I asked.

'I'm being blackmailed,' she said simply.

'About what?' I prompted.

'About me having sex with my clients, of course! There's this one guy who's actually been quite a good client. He's asked for me half a dozen times and, although the first time we went to a hotel, all the other times we did it back at his place. Anyway, the bastard had only set up some hidden cameras, hadn't he? He edited it all together and came up with three or four fifteen minute sex tapes. Now that would be bad enough except that I made the mistake of telling him my old man doesn't know I put out for some clients.'

'"Some"?' Tracy sniggered. 'More like, most!'

Mandy ignored Tracy's interjection and took another sip of wine.

'Now he's threatening, not only to publish the films on his web-site, but to tell Leon – unless I start fucking him for free. Unless I can figure out a way to get those films back, I'm going to have to go along with him – which means he can keep filming me and charge people to watch them over the Net.'

Mandy finished her wine with a big gulp. Tracy quickly refilled all our glasses.

'Trace tells me you're a whiz with computers – is there anything you could do?'

'Possibly,' I nodded. 'Depends on his security. You say he's got a blog?'

'Yeah. He brags about the women he's had and he's posted some pictures of them. I think he's trying to build it up to a sex site – with me as one of his main attractions.'

'Let's have a look then,' I said, turning to my laptop which was already up and running. 'What's his address?'

We spent a few minutes browsing his site. As Mandy had said, it was full of his tacky sexploits – half fact, half wishful thinking. The hit counter showed a reasonable number of visitors though and he probably could make some money with the right product.

'What a creep!' Tracy spat in disgust as we skimmed an entry which detailed how he'd picked up and reamed out a black girl.

'If that's supposed to be how it happened with me, it's pure bullshit,' Mandy snapped. 'I mean, I guess we did pretty much everything he says, but no way was I begging for more and then pleading with him to stop because he'd worn me out. And he conveniently forgets to mention he had to pay for it in the first place. Shit!'

'Leave it with me,' I told her. 'I can't do much tonight, from here and on this laptop, but tomorrow, in my workshop, I'll see what I can do. Do you want to be there?'

'I'll say I do! Thanks, Harry.'

Once Tracy had seen Mandy out she came back and curled up on my knee.

'Will you be able to do anything?'

'As long as he's keeping Mandy's stuff on a computer connected to the Net, probably. But if he's burned it to a DVD or something, then I don't see how I can get to it.'

'What a bastard!'

'Of course, you could always seduce him, find out where he keeps the files and then destroy them.'

'I might have to, if you can't do it,' she muttered grimly.

'Then I'd better make sure I do,' I grinned.

'You know,' Tracey said thoughtfully, grinning wickedly, 'I rather like the idea of using my body to gain secrets – rather like that Mata Hari woman.'

'Yeah, well just remember what happened to her.'

'Oooh! What did happen to her?'

'Well, for a while she had a good time bedding lots of powerful men all over Europe. But then the French decided she was spying for the Germans and shot her.'

'Hmm. I could manage the first bit, but maybe not the second.'

'I would think it's easier to be shot than to fuck loads of men.'

'Well of course it would be – but it wouldn't be anywhere near as much fun! What did you think of Mandy, by the way?'

'Cute. Sexy.'

'Fancy her?'

'Sure.'

'Fancy me?' she grinned, not at all put out that I found her friend attractive. 'Definitely!'

'How much?'

'About eight inches?' I suggested.

'That'll do me,' she giggled.

'It has done. Many times,' I reminded her.

'If I suck it, will it do me again?'

'It'll do you again whether you suck it or not.'

'I'll see you in the bedroom then,' she said, slipping off my knee.

I tidied up the lounge and went into the bedroom to see what she was up to. I found her lying across the bed, her head hanging off one side, her legs wide apart and bent at the knees off the other. She was stark naked.

'Now there's an interesting sight,' I grinned.

'You can have a choice of ends,' she giggled.

'I want both ends.'

'Good choice!'

I started by fucking her cunt. Then, just before I came, I withdrew, moved around the bed and plunged my prick into her mouth.

'Jesus, Harry!' she moaned, as best she could. 'I love the way you make me feel.'

The guy only had basic security on his system and it proved remarkably easy to hack into his computer. With an enthralled Mandy hanging over one shoulder and Tracey hanging over the other, it took no time at all to locate a folder containing a dozen or so fifteen minute videos.

'Are those the ones?' Tracey breathed excitedly.

'I can't be sure without opening them,' I told them, looking pointedly at Mandy.

'Ah, what the hell!' she said with a careless laugh. 'I've always wondered what I looked like.'

She looked pretty good. I worked methodically down the list, opening each file in turn. As it happened, Mandy's were the last three we looked at. The other nine featured four other girls, two of whom were escorts known to Tracey and Mandy.

'Wow, Mandy, you look awesome,' Tracey giggled, as we finally found the files we were looking for.

'I do, don't I?' she agreed, careless of the fact that we were currently looking at her, lying naked, legs wide apart, taking the guy's dick with every indication of pleasure.

As we watched, the guy pulled out to allow Mandy to roll over. Then he squirted some lube over her ass, applied some to his dick and eased himself into her.

'Oh my God, Mandy!' Tracey squealed. 'I can see why you don't want Leon to see these. I'm not so sure Harry should be seeing them, either.'

'Why not?' I asked innocently. 'Don't tell me you let your punters do that to you?'

'We-ell...' Tracey demurred.

'Exactly,' Mandy chipped in. 'Two hundred quid is two hundred quid. I mean, Leon gets it for free so it's not as though I'm holding out on him. What about you, Harry? I bet you love that cute little ass of Trace's, don't you?'

'Christ, yes!' I grinned.

Tracey laughed and ruffled my hair before turning her attention back to the computer.

I took the hint and quickly skimmed through the remaining files to confirm they were all of Mandy. Then I closed them and looked at Mandy.

'What do you want to do with them?'

'Can you erase them?'

'Sure, but then he'll know someone's been in his machine. A better plan would be to leave him a little present.'

'What sort of a present?'

'A nasty little virus that, once it gets loose, will wipe everything off his hard drive. And the beauty of it would be he won't know where it came from or who did it.'

'But my stuff will be gone?'

'Totally.'

'Do it!' Mandy urged, fiercely.

'Just bear in mind he might have copies.'

'Shit! How will we know?'

'The only way you'd know for sure would be for you to call his bluff. You know, if he repeats his blackmail demand, ask for a copy to prove he's not bluffing. Be careful though. Don't sound as if you know his computer's crashed.'

Before I left his machine, I planted a bug that would be activated the next time the guy opened an email. I guessed he'd assume he'd been sent it. I pushed my chair away from my computer and looked at the girls.

'That's it. With a bit of luck you won't hear from him again.'

Mandy threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug.

'Fantastic, Harry! How can I ever thank you?'

'I know how,' Tracey said, with a wicked grin.

'Huh? How?' Mandy asked, still draped around me.

'Give him a freebie,' Tracey replied.

'Oooh! Now there's an idea,' she giggled, trailing a hand down over my chest to my groin.

'He's told me he fancies you,' Tracey continued, shamelessly.

'Do you Harry?' Mandy asked delightedly, her fingers tracing the outline of my rapidly stiffening prick.

I nodded, weakly, not trusting myself to speak. Mandy swung herself astride of me as I sat there and started to give me a lap dance. Tracey watched critically for a moment or two before leaning in to hike Mandy's skirt up around her waist. Then she deftly unfastened my jeans and tugged them down.

I groaned as Mandy began rubbing herself along my rigid shaft. With only the thin material of her thong between my prick and her cunt, I could feel, first her heat and then her wetness.

Abruptly, Mandy stood up and back. I watched in fascination as she swiftly unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it and then took off her thong.

'Go girl!' Tracey breathed excitedly.

'Shit, Trace! At least make sure the door's locked,' I grunted, not keen on the idea of a customer or client walking in on us.

She giggled and quickly did as I asked. Meanwhile, Mandy, now naked from the waist down, resumed her slow rubbing of her cunt along my prick.

'Like that, do you, Harry?' she grinned, her voice not quite steady. 'Have you ever had yourself a piece of black ass before?'

'Never,' I groaned, hoping like hell I wasn't going to spoil it all by coming too soon.

But Mandy was too experienced to let me go too far. Lifting her shirt and placing my hands on her breasts, she reached for my prick, guided it between the lips of her cunt and sank down with a sigh of satisfaction.

'Not bad for a white boy,' she conceded. 'Hey, Trace, seeing this is his first taste of black, shall I give him the full treatment?'

Tracey, who was leaning back against a workbench, her fingers busy under her skirt, grinned and nodded.

An hour and a half later Tracey and I were driving home. I was still a little dazed and Tracey had to repeat her question.

'I said, "Did you enjoy yourself back there?"'

'Christ, Tracey, what do you think?'

'You certainly looked as though you did. Is she better than me?'

'No way! She's good. And she's different – and the way she twitched her ass with me inside it was awesome, but if I had to choose between the two of you – no contest. It would be you every time.'

'Maybe I should learn to do that twitching thing, though,' she said thoughtfully, 'if it's that good.'

'You give better blow-jobs though.'

'I do?'

'God, yes. And, although she was good to fuck in the conventional way, you're better.'

'So it's just really that ass thing?'

'I guess so.'

'Then when we get home, we'll start practicing.' 



A Helping Hand



The crash woke David out of his stupor. Spending five straight hours staring at an organic chemistry book would do that to you.

"Shit!" screamed Leslie from the bathroom.

David sprinted over to find out what happened. When he burst through the door, he saw the source of the crash lying in pieces on the tile floor: Leslie's hand mirror. More startling was the sight of Leslie sitting precariously on the sink, completely naked.

"Oh, Les, I'm sorry," stammered David as he began backing out of the room.

"David, don't go," instructed Leslie. "I need your help." Noticing his embarrassment, she added, "What's the matter? Never seen a naked crip before?"

Leslie was on the college soccer team. She fell in a game a few weeks ago and broke her right wrist. Since she was very right-handed, life had been a bit difficult ever since.

David smiled at her remark. She added, "Look ... we've been best friends for years. What's a little skin among friends, right?"

"Right," said somewhat unconvincingly.

"I thought I could get out of the calendar shoot this afternoon since, uh," she said as she waved her injured wrist in its cast in the air.

"But, since you are the hottest girl on the team and the cover model, they won't let you."

"No," she said in a huff.

Leslie was definitely hot. She had light blondish brown hair that fell just below her shoulders in a thick, silky cascade. Her deep-set blue eyes were oceans in which you could get lost. Her heart-shaped face was the perfect canvas for her rich, full lips. Leslie's breasts fit perfectly on her thin frame. They were soft and pointy with crisp nipples that always seemed to be erect and matched the cherry color of her lips.

Moving further past her 4-pack abs, you came to the best part. Leslie's long, lean, tanned legs could have caused a heart attack in most men even before soccer season. When she was in the thick of the season, they were amazing. Rising high off the ground, they led to a firm perfect ass that was soft, smooth ... heaven.

At the moment, the focus was on Leslie's pussy.

"I'm supposed to pose in this," she said, holding up a very skimpy bikini, "in about four hours, and this bush of mine looks like weeds on the highway since I haven't been able to take care of it. So, that's why I really need your help, David. Will you shave my pussy, please?"

In Leslie's funk, she didn't notice David's rapt attention to her "Garden of Eden." He looked up at her just in time to meet her eyes.

"Me?"

"Yes. I can't get anyone else. They're all out doing something. Jenny's already at the shoot. Kelly's studying in the library. Carol's working. And, Janie's AWOL. You're my only hope. So, will you?"

She looked at him with a fake pout that made him smile.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever."

"Great!"

"Just stay right there. I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay."

David tried to turn so his gigantic throbbing cock wouldn't become an additional source of embarrassment. He ran out of the bathroom and up the stairs to his room. As soon as he burst through the door, he dropped he pushed down his basketball shorts and started wailing away on his manhood. He knew it wouldn't take long.

All David could see in his mind's eye was Les's perfect body. He could see the sexy point of her tits when she bent over. He could see the flawless lines of her thighs as they met at what had to be the most perfect pussy he had ever seen. She had full, crimson lips erupting from her folds. He loved pussies with full lips. Those with thin labia seemed tame and less interesting.

Suddenly, David sent a torrent of cum spewing out of his rigid cock. It covered his hand, his belly, and it seemed like the world. "God, had he ever cum that much?" he asked himself. Quickly, he grabbed a dirty t-shirt and wiped himself off.

"David! Are coming?!" Leslie yelled from downstairs.

"Am I ever," said to himself. "Yeah! Be right there!"

He didn't have much time for his lobster to lose its length, but he had to get back.

"What were you doing?" Leslie asked when he walked in.

"Just checking my cell. I thought I heard it ring."

"Are you okay? You're sweating."

"Really? No. I'm fine," he answered. "Okay. I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to rub some lotion on first to, uh, get everything, uhm, moist."

David squirted some baby oil into his hands and warmed it between his palms. He then began to use his fingertips and rub the oil all around Leslie's pubic area. She leaned back and found herself closing her eyes as his hand explored every surface around her flower.

When David was sure that the entire area was covered in a slick coating, he wiped his hands on a towel and picked up the scissors. He then trimmed as much of the longer hair as he could. The glossy blond curls fell in small clumps on the floor. David had to stop and wipe the sweat from his forehead a few times.

All this attention was having a similar effect on Leslie. Sure, they were supposed to just be buds. They dated other people and had managed to keep a totally platonic roommate relationship going for three years. They had become friends in high school when the tennis coach paired the two of them in mixed doubles. They were naturals, reaching the state finals in both their junior and senior years. They took home the big prize as seniors.

She always thought David was really cute. He had dark brown hair, broad shoulders and a trim waist. The thing most girls noticed was his big dimples when he smiled. On many occasions, when she was playing the baseline, she admired his ass. David had a great ass. She would sometimes get so caught up in watching his muscles that she would get startled by the return of the ball. Fortunately, she was a good enough athlete to react and cover the shot most of the time.

Now, all those feelings came roaring back as he sat here and gently tended to her tufted treasure. She remembered those hot summer days on the court when he'd shed his shirt. How she wished he'd do the same with his pants. She remembered overhearing one of his girlfriends tell another friend that he had almost ten inches of lumber hanging between his athlete's legs.

"Imagine what that feels like," she thought. The biggest cock she had ever seen or tried in person was eight inches, and that felt wonderful. "Just imagine having two more think inches driving into you."

"You know," David blurted, which startled Leslie, "I think I'm going to get my razor. You know, more familiar." While he talked, his eyes never left her flowering pussy.

Oh, okay," she managed to get out.

Once again, David tried to turn to hide his aching erection, but this time Leslie was focused like a laser on the tent in his shorts. The sight made her very happy.

"Hurry back," she called as he sprinted out of the room.

Upstairs, David had his dick in his hand before his back hit the mattress. With the help of his oily hands, this would be a record-setter. He closed his eyes so his mind would see nothing but Leslie's basin. "Oh, God, Leslie, your pussy is soooo beautiful. I just want to taste it. Then, I want to make love to you over and over and over again," he murmured to himself.

This time, Leslie had an idea what he was doing and silently followed him. She peaked around his doorway and saw him feverishly rubbing his log. And, it was a log. "My, God," she thought. "Look at that thing."

David cock was easily ten inches, and she wondered if her fingers would reach around it. His skin was dark, partly from his complexion and partly from all the attention it was getting. The veins were like ropes wrapping around it. It was long and straight, but it had a bulge on the underside that made it even more impressive.

She was in a trance watching him. Listening to him only made her wetter. She didn't want to interrupt him, but she badly wanted to be sitting on top of that redwood, riding him like a stallion. Suddenly, he grunted and moaned, and she watched an avalanche of cum began spurting out. The first blast hit his chin. He somehow managed to grab the towel to capture the rest without missing a beat. 

When she saw that, she practically passed out from horniness. If she didn't get relief soon, she thought she might injure herself. No time now, however, as she raced back downstairs to get herself in position before he returned.

As he entered, she asked, "David, it's getting really hot in here. Would you open the window?"

The first thing David noticed once he was seated was that her pussy was in full bloom. Her lips were open wide, and her juices were practically running down her legs. Obviously, this whole experience was having the same affect on her. He pretended not to notice because he didn't want to embarrass Les, but he knew he'd be hard in no time.

He put on just a little shaving cream at a time so he could see well. Very gently, he tugged on one of her labia and delicately began shaving off the hair.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

Leslie's head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. "Hmm? Is what okay?" 

"The shaving. Am I hurting you or anything?"

"No. Just keep going." Leslie couldn't even open her eyes to answer him. He smiled not only for the reaction this was having on her but because he knew he could take all the time he needed. He slowly removed the hair from the left labia, then the right. He asked Leslie to pull up her legs so he could get to hair running down to her anus.

Next, he tackled the hair above her clit. Just slow, even strokes in line with the hair. He frequently cleaned and shook the razor in the sink. When he finished the painstaking task, he used a warm wash cloth to clean off the shaving cream. Then he inspected the entire area very closely to make sure that every hair was gone. Finally, he took a little more oil and once again began massaging her.

This time, he knew what he was doing, and he didn't care about his raging erection. He lowered his mouth to her quivering pussy and began to rub his tongue up and down her gaping slit.

"Oh my, God," she moaned. Again, never bothering to open her eyes. He ran the curved, firm tip of his tongue all around her sex but avoided touching her clit, which was quite a feat since it was trying to hard to find him.

He blew gently on her sodden quim and slowly began inserting two fingers into her canal. When he was inside, he found the rough edges of her G-spot and began tickling it back and forth. Finally, he took her swollen clit into his mouth and gently sucked it and massaged it with his tongue. 

Within seconds, Leslie's vagina latched onto his fingers and pulled him further inside as her body tensed and writhed. It took all of David's strength to support her so she did not fall off the sink as wave after wave of her orgasm flooded over her.

After she began to relax, he wordlessly picked her up and carried her to her bed. He laid her gently on the pillows and stared at her angelic face. He watched her slowly open her eyes as he stripped off his shirt and tossed aside his soaked shorts. Her eyes met his, and she smiled. Then, she looked down at the object of her fantasies and smiled bigger. 

Without saying a word, she spread her legs and reached up to him to pull him down on top of her. As he descended, he placed the head of his dick against her pussy and coated it with her ointment. Then, he began entering her while he was still moving to get in place on the bed.

He watched her eyes for any sign of discomfort, but there was none. She was too wet and too ready for that. When he finally made it all the way down and had sunk completely in her, he gave her longest, hottest kiss he could muster. He probed her mouth and her tongue while he slowly began sawing in and out of her treasure.

Next, he left her mouth and began licking and sucking her rigid nipples. She was glad he stopped kissing her only because she wanted to concentrate completely on the feeling of his dick. Normally, nipple sucking is a big thing with her. Not today. Today, it was all about that massive cock filling her and pulling out only to fill her again. With every stroke, her clit got hammered by his amazing tool. She came in torrents. When he slowed to check on her, she panted for him to keep going.

After two huge explosions earlier, David was able to last a long time. He felt every orgasm as the walls of her pussy milked him with their warm fingers. As her fifth climax began to peak, David tensed and filled her with an explosive surge of cum. The effects left him drained.

He felt himself slowly slip out of her slick cavern and he laid his head in her perfect chest, listening to her deep, satisfied breathing. "You know, David, you're an asshole."

"Huh?"

"You heard me. You let me date those losers for the past five years when I could have been dating you. We just missed five years of THIS!"

He smiled. "Oh, I see what you mean. What can I say? You're 100% correct."

"You better fall madly in love with me, young man. After that, I don't ever want another dick in me again other than this incredible one right here."

"Leslie, I fell in love with you the first day you walked onto the tennis court. Do you remember? You raced back against the fence to try and get to that slam shot, you jumped --"

"And, my shirt got caught on the fence and ripped off me. Yes, I remember."

David started laughing. "That doesn't happen every day to a skinny sophomore with raging hormones."

Just then, she hit him on the back and complained, "You mean you felt like that all these years and you never said anything? Oh, you are in so much trouble."

"Well, you were always dating someone else ... Kevin ... Rick ... Josh. There was never a good time."

"You don't think I would've dropped any of those guys in a nano-second if I knew you were interested in me? David, you're my best friend. You're easily the sexist man I've ever known, and you take care of me even when I probably don't deserve to be taken care of. You --"

"Hey, hey, hey, Les. Calm down. You know, fighting takes up an awful lot of energy, and it seems to me you just mentioned that we have a five-year backlog of fucking to take care of. So, would you rather fight or fuck?"

She grinned at him. "Good. That's what I hoped. Now, the way I see it, we've got time for 3 or 4 more juicy fucks before we jump in the shower to get you ready for the photo shoot. After that, I'd like to take my girl to dinner at Ameche's."

"Your girl, huh?"

"Only if you'll have me."

"Okay, but just this once."

David threw the covers over their heads and began to tickle her. Life was good.



A Helping Hand



Here I am, sitting at my computer bored shitless. It's ten o'clock at night and it looks like another boring evening alone. All of my kids are in bed except for the oldest kid still living at home. Nobody's on line to talk to, no new mail to read. I was hoping for someone to cam with because I'm horny as hell, but no such luck. This is starting to become the norm. Guess I have to do what I've been doing way too often lately, take care of myself.

I pull up some pictures of naked guys and open my pants. I slide my hand between my legs as I start to fantasize about the guys I'm looking at. I slowly begin fingering myself as I envision the hard cocks I'm looking at pounding me, getting wetter with each picture. 

My fingers of my one hand are sliding in and out of me. My other hand is franticly rubbing my clit as fast as I can. I'm very close to cumming and soft moans escape my lips. I'm so into the moment that I don't here the knock on my door or my bedroom door open as my 19 year old son enters.

All of a sudden I realize he's standing behind me watching me frig myself. When he sees I noticed him, he blushes, mumbles "Sorry mom," and turns to leave. 

I grab his arm and say "Don't go, mama could use a hand." I pull his hand to my crotch and slip it into my panties. "Finger me," I plead. He starts exploring between my legs, surprised at how wet I am. After a few minutes I pull his hand away, stand up and push my pants to my ankles. I sit down again and spread my legs wide so he can take in my wet pussy. "Lick me," I beg. He gets down on his knees and places his face at my crotch. He just stares at it for a moment. His tongue lightly touches me and I jump. "Yes," is all I can say as he licks me harder, darting his tongue in and out of me. 

Shoving two fingers inside me he finger fucks me hard and fast. My body starts to tense up as I get closer to release. Finally I cum in a huge body shaking orgasm.

My son stood up and was going to leave, but I grabbed his arm again and say, "Now it's your turn." I open his pants, lower them to his ankles and pull out his hard throbbing cock. I caress his balls as I run my tongue up and down his shaft. I wrap my tongue around the head as I slowly suck him into my mouth. I took in as much of him as I could. It felt so good having my mouth fucked. I stopped before he could cum and stood up. "You sit down now," I tell him. 

I stood before him and lifted my shirt to expose my small tits. "Suck them gently," I tell him. he caresses each one before sucking on the hard erect nipples. When I can't wait any longer, I bend over and kiss him deeply, my tongue probing his mouth. I suck on his tongue a bit before I position my legs on either side of the chair.

I grab the base of his cock as I slowly lower myself on to it. I sit there on his lap grinding myself in circles on him. Squeezing my inner muscles to hold his cock tight. I begin riding him up and down while kissing him, his hands grabbing my ass. I can tell he is getting close, so I speed up the pace, bouncing on him as hard as I can without hurting him until he explodes his hot cum deep inside me. We both moan as our mutual orgasms peak. As I remain sitting on his lap, sweat running down my body, I can feel his juices ooze out. I kiss him softly once again, smile and say, "Thank you for helping me out."

I get off of him and hand him some Kleenex to clean up with. I clean myself off, and we both pull up our pants. As he turns to go I kiss him one more time and hug him, and whisper in his ear, "I'll let you know when mama could use a hand again." He blushes as he leaves. He never did tell me why he came into my room in the first place. I go back to my computer and check my mail.



A Helping Hand



Tina, my strikingly beautiful raven haired wife of four years, came home one evening with an equally stunning blonde of around the same mid-twenties age.

"Ray - meet Karen, Karen - meet Ray."

As introductions go it was a bit concise even for Tina, who never used two words where one would do. But I'd heard of Karen before, so I was able to relate the name to an oft spoken of roommate from Tina's college days, but I hadn't expected such a beauty. Tina had led me to imagine a dumpy, spike haired, spotty faced punk, not the glamorous Hollywood star look-alike that stood before me in an immaculate white trouser suit. The only thing that seemed to fit Tina's description was the short blonde hair, and even that was more page boy than punk.

"Hello Ray." She said, walking forward to air-kiss each of my cheeks with an audible 'mwah'. 

"I've been longing to meet the man who snared Tina and I've heard such a lot about you."

"All bad, I hope." 

The ancient joke seemed to fit Karen's empty words. She might look fabulous, but my first impressions were not good. I hate air kisses with a passion.

"I've invited Karen to stay over tonight, she's missed her flight. You don't mind, do you?"

I could hardly veto such a fait accompli, could I?

"No, that's fine."

Tina works in the airport 'duty-free shop, so at least I knew now where she had found our guest. 

"I'm due to fly out to Berlin to attend a lesbian rights conference, but I was delayed in traffic and the next available seat isn't until tomorrow."

That killed any vaguely erotic thoughts that I might have harboured. 

Karen smiled.

"You didn't know, did you?" She asked, spotting my surprise. "Tina never mentioned that I'm bisexual, did she?"

"No, she didn't, not that it matters."

"That's probably because I kept hitting on her, but always without success. Now I'm jealous of the man who managed to get her into bed."

"Karen!" Tina was actually blushing, a rare event at any time.

I found myself suddenly warming to this straightforward woman. I was also beginning to dimly understand Tina's painting of her as a 'plain Jane', an understanding that became a whole lot clearer later in the evening and after a couple of bottles of wine.

"You know a little while ago when you told Ray you tried to get into my knickers?" Tina asked Karen after the second bottle.

"Yes, sorry about that, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"No, that's not it." Tina waved a dismissive hand. "I wonder if you know how close you came to succeeding."

There was complete silence for several seconds before Karen spoke.

"Did I?" She asked, astounded by the sudden revelation.

"Oh, yes." Tina told her. "I very nearly said yes a few times. I really wanted to try it, but I just didn't have the nerve." 

"Why are you telling me this now?" Karen asked. "Why not then, even if you didn't let me it would have been nice to know you wanted to."

"Because it might have encouraged you, and now I'm married so I have to say no. But I just wanted you to know that I did fancy you."

"Did?"

"Still do." Tina looked over at me. "Sorry darling, I hope you're not jealous, nothing ever happened."

"No, I'm not jealous." I told her, adding a little sarcastically. "But if you want me to sleep in the spare room tonight, I can do."

There was another long silence and, to my horror, I realised that Tina was actually taking me seriously and considering it. Alcohol had dimmed her perception and loosened her inhibitions. It had also made me wonder 'what if?'

It was as if we all abruptly realised that we had so nearly stepped over that invisible line between fantasy and reality, and the conversation was hastily brought back into line, with nothing more said until we were all ready to say goodnight. By then we had consumed even more wine and we had all reached that wonderful uninhibited stage just before drunkenness prevents genuine enjoyment. Now that invisible line was not so distinct.

"Would you mind if I let Karen give me a goodnight kiss?" Tina asked me as we all rose to go upstairs. She was still thinking of her earlier admission.

"Not if she gives me one too." I told her.

In my fuddle headed way I was trying to let her find out how it felt to contemplate someone else kissing your partner, but all I did was open the way to greater sins.

The two women went a little cautiously into each others arms. There was a moment when they looked into each others eyes, trying, I suppose, to be sure of each others willingness, but then their lips parted and their mouths met, and my cock instantly began to unfurl.

The kiss was hesitant for about the first two seconds, but then they kind of moulded together, bodies pressed close and tongues beginning to investigate. From where I stood it began to look clearly sexual, especially as I watched my own wife's hands explore the length of Karen's back in a very erotic manner. 

It was a long kiss, one that made up for the times when Tina had wanted to, but hadn't dared, and it lasted long enough to bring a muted groan of delight from deep in her throat. I couldn't see where Karen's hands had eventually reached, but the angle of her elbow told me that Tina's breast was probably a target. My cock tried to grow under the painful constraints of my clothing.

When they finally parted Tina was looking decidedly flustered, and when Karen came across to deliver my kiss, her breathing wasn't nearly as easy as it should be. Somehow the facts quite pleased me. 

I soon understood the attraction, Karen did kiss well, and I mean really well. Her lips were full, soft and warm, and she somehow had the knack of getting the whole length of her body in full contact of her partner's. Very, very, erotic, and when her tongue found it's way into my mouth I had the impression that it was sensing my entire being through taste. That girl could kiss.

She felt lovely, her body seemed to melt into mine as we kissed and I tried desperately to hide the fact of my erection, not that I really wanted to. Of course, it wasn't long before my hands were wandering up and down her back just as Tina's had, except that being taller I could probably reach a little further down onto the firmly soft curve of her bottom. My opinion of her changed by the second.

"Who's a horny boy then?" She breathed into my ear as we finally came apart, and I do believe I actually went red with the knowledge that she had felt my arousal.

"I suppose it's my turn to kiss you now." Tina announced to Karen, failing miserably to appear reluctant.

This time their kissing was even less platonic than before. At least the first time there had been at least the pretence of propriety, but this time as the two women kissed their hands were wandering freely and unashamedly. I watched with growing astonishment as Tina deliberately eased herself away slightly to allow her hand to insinuate itself between them to find Karen's breasts, while Karen actually tugged Tina's blouse free to caress the bare skin of her back. Surely it couldn't all be down to the influence of the wine?

I watched, enthralled by the spectacle and wondering just how far they were prepared to go, and with a barely accepted hope that it was all the way. Very soon the pleasure noises that they were making led me to believe that just might be the case. The kiss became kisses and the mutual fondling became more and more uninhibited until finally Karen almost literally tore herself away, shaking her head in denial of her visibly growing need.

"This won't do." She gasped. "If I'm going to get up in the morning, I ought to go to bed."

She shot a nervous glance in my direction, obviously wondering what I was making of their highly charged embrace. She needn't have worried, because right at that moment I had no particular thoughts on the subject, I was too busy trying to get my head around what was happening to judge.

"Don't bother with the spare room, Karen. Our bed's king size, why don't you share with us?"

Once again I wasn't consulted as Tina moved things along, not that I would have objected, or at least, I don't think I would. But it would be nice to have been asked.

"What have you got in mind?" I asked her finally, trying to get back in control.

"Don't tell me you've never wanted to have two women in your bed." She looked at me questioningly. "Well, your dream is about to come true."

She might have been tipsy, but she wasn't drunk enough to miss turning the tables on me very neatly. Oh, what the hell, I thought, why not.

"Okay then, but we'll keep the light on; if this is my dream then I want to be sure it's happening." In truth I just wanted to be sure to see what they got up to.

Karen and I followed Tina into the bedroom and waited expectantly, but she ignored us and began to undress as normal. Before long she was completely nude, and then she went and lay on the bed and finally pretended to notice us.

"Well? Aren't you two getting undressed?" She asked innocently.

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought. I stripped off quickly, letting my very relieved erection bounce into sight, no longer concerned with who wanted what. I was just delighted to be sharing my bed with two such beautiful women.

Karen cast one last anxious glance in my direction and then began to take her clothes off, stripping down to her skimpy black underwear before hesitating once again.

"There won't be any come back between you two in the morning, will there?" She asked quietly, her concern obvious.

"Not as far as I'm concerned." I assured her. "I won't be jealous. All I'm bothered about is that Tina is cool with everything."

For some reason I knew that I wouldn't be jealous, and by 'everything' I meant her suddenly discovered bisexual tendencies. I could see that there were not going to be any limits and I didn't want her to feel disgusted with herself afterwards.

"Thank you, Ray. Let me tell you something. I always turned Karen down only because I was just too chicken to try it. But I fancied her and I wanted to let her, you wouldn't believe how much I wanted to, and I've regretted not doing ever since. The only thing that would make me let this chance pass me by is if you said to stop, and you can still say that at any time."

That, for Tina, was a long and significant speech.

"There's your answer Karen, there won't be any problems" I told her.

Karen smiled gratefully and reached around to unhook her bra, and as it fell away I was immediately struck by how different two forms of perfection can be. 

Tina was slightly bigger built, still slim but softly contoured over her well muscled frame. Her breasts were fuller and capped with long brown nipples sitting in distinctive aureoles, while her thick and wiry pubic hair was as black as a raven's wing, matching the mane on her head. She would have made the archetypical female warrior in a fantasy magazine.

In contrast Karen was all femininity despite her orientation. Tall, pale, and willowy would probably be the easiest way to describe her. Her body was athletic without being muscular and, when she bent to remove her panties, I was struck by the shapeliness of her long smooth legs and tight little rump. She had much smaller breasts than Tina, pert little mounds with pale pink nipples set rather high. If I had to pick between them I'd end up with neither, for each was as beautiful as the other.

We settled ourselves on the bed with Tina in the middle lying on her back with Karen and myself beside her and facing in towards her.

"My God, fun each side." She giggled, looking from one to the other as if trying to make up her mind.

Finally, her decision made she turned to face Karen, speaking to me over her shoulder.

"I'm not forgetting you, Ray, but right now I need a woman. I'm really turned on for a new experience or two, you don't mind do you?"

I shook my head, but she wasn't looking, she was pushing Karen onto her back and rolling half on top of her, her mouth seeking that of her lesbian partner.

The strangest thing about watching my wife kissing her former roommate was seeing her hunger. Tina is usually quite a passive lover, but now she was assertive, almost aggressive, as she squirmed on top of Karen, squeezing and fondling the blonde woman's breast and exploring her mouth with her tongue. 

Karen's arms went around Tina and pulled her down closer, pressing their two bodies together, letting Tina writhe on top of her, rubbing against each other. It wasn't long before Tina was fully on top and had insinuated herself between Karen's legs, forcing them apart so that she could thrust and rub at her pussy as if she were a man fucking his lover, all the time still passionately kissing her.

I must admit that my hand went to my cock of its own accord as I watched this highly erotic display. My God, I was nearly as randy as they were.

"Oh God, Karen. You're wonderful. Do a sixtynine with me, please sixtynine me, I want to lick you."

Tina had finally broken the kiss and pulled away a little, needing urgently to take them that one step further. There was a few seconds of confusion as both women moved to be on top, but then Karen lay back to let Tina straddle her, readying herself to receive her descending pussy while spreading her legs as wide as she could to accept Tina's mouth. 

I'd never seen two women go down on each other before, and I'd certainly never expected one of them to be my own wife, but it was a fantastic sight, one I'll treasure forever along with the sounds of their fun, the moans of pleasure and the wet sounds of their tongues lapping at each others pussies.

Tina was still the aggressive one of the two, moving eagerly above Karen, rubbing herself against her partner so that it was almost all Karen could do to stay in contact with her pussy. Tina was writhing and wriggling, pulling Karen's pussy wide to bury her face within its folds, licking sucking and biting at her clitoris and labia while pushing her tongue as deeply as possible into her vagina. She was like a woman possessed, making up for all the times her brain had said 'no' when her body had said 'yes'. 

I watched, almost in awe, amazed at what I was seeing, as horny as hell, but so mesmerised by the scene before me that I forgot to more than hold my iron hard cock in my hand.

I've no idea how long it actually was, but it seemed like only seconds before both women were reaching orgasm. Karen came first, letting go of Tina's pussy to throw her head back and gasp aloud, her fingers gripping tightly into the curve of Tina's suspended bottom and the rest of her body trembling and juddering under the force of her climax.

"For fucks sake, finish me, I'm so fucking close." 

Even though Karen had stopped working on Tina for only a matter of seconds, Tina was urging her back, wanting her to lick her to orgasm, her breathless command revealing the urgency of her need.

Still panting from her own orgasm Karen turned her face back to Tina's pussy, pushing her tongue back between the hair of her bush and into the wetness of her slit. Tina came almost instantly, hardly had Karen's mouth fastened back over her clit than she started to gasp out the series of little grunts that I recognised so well, and she rammed herself down onto Karen's face, pushing her pussy back and forth over her mouth and tongue and coating nearly her entire face with pussy juice.

I stared with growing alarm as Tina, carried away on a surge of pleasure, ignored Karen's need to breathe and carried on rubbing her pussy hard across her partner's face, letting out tiny squeals and whimpers of pure ecstasy. Karen tried to twist her face away but without success, then, just as I was about to interfere, she managed to get her hands under Tina's bottom and push her up enough to turn her head to one side and take a breath. At last, her orgasm beginning to decline, Tina realised what she was doing and rolled away from her now gasping partner, clambering from the bed and kneeling shivering by Karen's side.

"Oh. Karen, I'm sorry. It was just so damn good." She was panting for breath herself.

Karen shook her head, smiling as she drew deep grateful lungfuls of air, telling Tina it didn't matter.

"God, Tina, that was awesome. I've never seen anybody cum that hard."

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to suffocate you." Tina was still breathless from the after affects of her orgasm.

"It doesn't matter. It was good to know you enjoyed it." Karen, also still breathing hard held out her arms to Tina. "Come and hold me, I'm still horny."

Tina climbed back onto the bed and the two women wrapped their arms around each other again in a whole body embrace. Once again Tina lay on top of Karen, and once again the blonde girl opened her legs to let Tina lie between them, her slow thrusts of mock intercourse starting up again almost immediately.

"I wish I were a man." Tina said suddenly. "Then I could fuck you properly."

Karen said nothing but let out a soft purr of agreement.

"I've often wondered what it's like to fuck someone instead of just being fucked."

Blushing slightly at her own admission, she looked at me and then at Karen.

"Yes, I know it's silly, but I would love to know what it's like to be so in control, so dominant, as to be able to push yourself right into another person's body" 

"Would you really like to fuck me?" Asked Karen, her husky tone showing how much the idea appealed.

"Would I ever!" Tina exclaimed, looking down at Karen's face curiously, wondering what she had in mind.

"Look in my bag, tucked down at the end in a polythene bag there's a strap-on. You can use it on me if you like."

Tina was off the bed instantly and on her way to the spare room where Karen's bag had been left.

"Are you really okay with this?" Karen asked me quietly while Tina was out of the room.

"Too fucking right I am!" I told her. "I'm not going to forget tonight in a hurry."

"It's not one I use." She told me, meaning the strap-on. "It was intended as a present for a friend of mine as a joke, and I've never actually ever had one used on me. So this will be something new or me too, and I'm a bit nervous."

I was surprised at Karen's confession, but I didn't let on.

Tina was away for longer than either Karen or I expected and we wondered what was holding her up, but just as I was about to call to ask her if she could find what she was looking for, she came back into the bedroom already triumphantly wearing a large black strap-on dildo.

It must be said that the sight of this beautiful young woman with a large black penis protruding from her feminine body did look a little strange. Its dark hardness contrasted almost grotesquely with the smooth softness of her body, and its size seemed totally disproportionate to the slim figure it was attached to. Even so, it was a turn on to know that Karen was soon to be taking it into her own equally gorgeous body.

"It's got a bit with a vibrator built in that goes inside me too, and you've no idea how good that's feeling." Tina was grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat.

Karen was staring at the dildo with a mixture of awe and fascinated excitement, as if unable to believe that she would be able to engulf it, but nervously eager to try. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs ready for Tina to enter her, and all the time her eyes were pinned to that dildo, unconsciously licking her lips as Tina coated it lightly with KY gel from the tube she brought with her.

Seeing Karen lying and waiting for her, Tina clambered across and positioned herself between her legs, moving forward to present her artificial cock to Karen's pussy. I couldn't see exactly how she did it, but I saw her hand disappear between their two bodies and I heard Karen sigh with pleasure as the dildo entered her. 

"Alright?" Asked Tina softly.




A Helping Hand



"God, it's big!" Karen answered. "But it feels fantastic. Go on then, do it, fuck me with it."

Tina then lay forward so that she was fully on top of Karen, who pulled her legs back to allow Tina to push right into her, and the pair began the movements of normal sexual intercourse.

I sat on the edge of the bed, easily within touching distance of the two girls, but just sitting unmoving and gazing with rapt attention at the scene before me. The most fascinating thing about the two girls making love with the dildo was the sight of Tina's well toned legs and tautly rounded buttocks tightening and flexing as she thrust into her partner. It was a truly erotic sight and drew my hand automatically back to my still rock hard shaft.

At first Tina's movements were slow and cautious, as if she was unsure how much Tina could cope with, but as Karen's breathing became heavier and her arms tightened around her back she began thrusting harder and faster, setting a regular rhythm that brought little gasping 'oh's' from Karen's mouth each time Tina's pubes rammed into hers. I sat beside them, my hand sliding up and down my shaft in time with Tina's thrusts into Karen's pussy. 

Once again it was Karen who showed the first signs of reaching orgasm, she started to make little gasping noises in her throat and her muscles began to shake and tremble once again. Then, as she got closer and closer her body began to jerk more erratically until she suddenly went rigid with her head thrown back as she had before. Tina thrust her pelvis forward, slamming her false cock deep into Karen and held herself rigid against her partner and gazed into her eyes as her orgasm washed over her.

"Oh no! Don't stop. Keep going and finish yourself." Karen urged Tina to keep going as she made to slide away from her. 

"No, it's okay. I can't ignore my husband all night, can I?" She turned and smiled at me. "I owe you for letting things go this far. Thank you, and I mean it."

Her heartfelt gratitude touched me and would have cured my jealousy if any had been present, but I was just happy that she had enjoyed being with Karen, although a little apprehensive while she still sported that impressively large dildo. She must have seen me eying it nervously, because she giggled and unfastened it from her body. Pulling the vibrator end from her own passage she laid it to one side and moved towards me. "You don't mind me using you as a stud, do you Ray?"

She wasn't the only one feeling overheated, so I shook my head and shuffled into a more comfortable position to lie ready on my back. Giving me a quick smile Tina scrambled over and straddled my pelvis. As her pussy descended on me I noticed a strange coolness inside her and then I realised how cold the dildo must have been. 'So different from a real live cock' I thought smugly. 

Tina was well on her way to cumming from her session with Karen and was in urgent need, and so there was no caution or finesse in her actions. She just impaled herself on me and began to ride my cock like a woman possessed. Not only did she go up and down as hard as she could, but also thrust fore and aft with her pelvis, stimulating the walls of her pussy and bringing me rapidly to the point of cumming. Neither of us was going to take much of that before we exploded.

We came absolutely together. Tina rammed herself down onto me, moaning and crying out loudly, just as I pushed up involuntarily to shoot my load deep into her body. Then as she ground her pubis against me I continued to pump spurt after spurt of cum into her womb. Eventually, with both of us totally spent, she fell forward against me and pressed her cheek against the side of my face.

"Christ, I needed that." I told her. "But I didn't think I'd be able to do it that quick."

"Me neither." She agreed, just as my quickly softening cock slipped from her pussy, followed by a little wet trickle of our mixed fluids.

She brought her face to mine and kissed me gently and affectionately as if we were all that mattered to each other, which at that moment we were. We stayed like that for several minutes with me lying flat on my back and my wife kneeling over me and straddling my middle. For the moment we had forgotten Karen, much as she and Tina had forgotten me at the height of their passion. But, of course, Karen had not forgotten us. As my wife gazed down at me I saw a sudden startled look flit across her face.

"She's fingering me!" She exclaimed by way of explanation.

"That's right." I heard Karen's voice. 

"You said you were up for new experiences." Karen giggled a little as she spoke. "I'm going to do more than finger you; I'm going to fist you." 

Tina's eyes widened with excited alarm at Karen's announcement. "Jesus, I don't think I can take that."

"Yes, you can. I can, and I loved it when it was done to me."

Karen came into my view as she took up position directly behind Tina.

"I was going to ask you to keep telling me how it feels so that I could gauge things, but tell Ray instead, like you just did then. That would be much hornier. Okay?"

Tina nodded; a look of concentration and apprehension on her face. "Stop if I say, won't you?"

"I promise you that." Karen told her.

With Tina knelt over me and her face hovering above mine and Karen visible over Tina's shoulder, I was going to be in the perfect position to see just how the two women reacted to each other.

Karen took her hand away and left Tina crouched with her bottom raised, waiting. I could see that what Karen was doing, she was squeezing a very liberal amount of KY onto the fingers of her hand in preparation for lubricating Tina's opening. But Tina could not, and when the cold gel came into contact with her pussy she jumped noticeably, a look of shock flitting over her face.

"God, that's cold." She said, and then remembering that she was supposed to be telling me about things, she added. "Karen has just put a great dollop of KY on my pussy."

I nodded and smiled up at her. "I thought that might be it." I told her, not revealing what I already knew.

"Oh, that's good. She's put her fingers back into me -- two, I think." She gave a little smile of pleasure, and then bent her head down and kissed me.

"Don't look surprised." She said. "I just fancied kissing you while somebody else is touching me."

Tina eyes half closed and she sucked in her breath. I could see Karen's shoulder moving, telling me that she was pushing her fingers in and out of Tina's pussy and giving a reason for the little groans of pleasure that she began to make. 

"She's finger fucking me, and I think she's just put another finger up me. I'm beginning to feel full now."

I looked behind Tina to Karen, who nodded and mouthed the word 'three', confirming the number of fingers in use. I could tell that she was not just pistoning in and out either; the twisting of her upper arm told me that she was turning her fingers inside Tina at the same time.

"Oh, Ray, she's good at this. I hope she doesn't make me cum before she's all in me." Tina closed her eyes and let the sensations sweep over her.

"I think that's four now." She reported to me after a few minutes. "Only the thumb to go, and it feels good so far."

I didn't remind her that Karen's knuckles would also have to find their way in if she was to be fisted properly, she'd be reminded soon enough and meanwhile I was getting randy again just being a witness. 

"That's it, Karen, push." Tina was giving instructions to Karen, who didn't really need them. "Fold your thumb under and push."

"God, that is really stretching my hole." She told us both eagerly, her voice little more than an excited gasp. "I want more of that."

Karen said nothing, but the look of concentration on her face and the movements she made with her arm told me that her invisible hand was now trying to enter Tina completely.

Tina looked at me and smiled eagerly. "It's going to happen, I can tell." She whispered.

"Karen is in up to her knuckles now." She added in a normal voice. "I can feel them on my bone."

She winced, a look of pain flitting across her features and a little gasp coming from her mouth.

"It's those fucking knuckles, they won't go through." She told me, wincing once more. "Don't stop, keep trying." She called back to Karen.

"Don't worry Tina, it takes a while the first time." Karen answered, thrusting her knuckles repeatedly against Tina's pubic bone. "I won't stop unless you tell me to." She pushed again, turning her hand back and forth at the same time, trying to work it into Tina.

Tina was gazing down at me, biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out, as she struggled to cope with the discomfort and to prevent herself from climaxing at the same time. This time I reached up and pulled her mouth down to mine, kissing her as her friend invaded her from behind.

"It does hurt." She confided, whispering. "She's stretching me an awful lot, but I'm going to take it 'cos I want to know what it's like."

I smiled silently back up at her. Behind her back Karen had a look of determination that told me that Tina was sure to find out.

"That's it Karen, don't stop. Push and twist. It'll go in, I'm sure." Tina wanted it desperately.

"She's trying to screw her hand backwards and forwards to get her knuckles in, and its working." She grimaced and gave a little cry of pain as she explained to me. 

"That's it, don't stop, it's going in, I can feel it." Tina gave a sudden start and then a look of wonder and ecstasy descended on her face.

"She's done it!" She told me. "She's got her whole hand inside me. I can feel my pussy closing round her wrist. My God Ray, it's bloody wonderful." 

Tina tried to look over her shoulder at Karen, but she was promptly rebuffed.

"Stay still!" Karen told her sharply. "I don't want to hurt you."

"No, please be careful." Tina understood the potential for damage and so she froze in place, trusting Karen and letting her do as she wished inside her.

"God, Ray, I've never felt anything like this, but I don't think I'll cum. It's such a fucking wonderful feeling it's too good to climax on." The sensation was lending her a strange turn of phrase, but I thought I knew what she meant.

"Oh my God!" It was an exclamation of pure pleasure. "Oh my God, Karen, that's fabulous."

I looked up at her quizzically; I could see no movement on the part of Karen.

"She's opening and closing her hand inside me." Tina explained, her eyes jolting wider each time. "Christ, what a feeling."

She leaned down carefully and clamped her mouth over mine, her pleasure noises now reduced to muffled whimpers as we kissed again.

"Will you do this to me sometimes?" She whispered into my ear when she finally broke free.

"My hand is bigger." I whispered back. "But I'll try if you like!"

"Good, I'd love it." Her mouth dropped open. "Oh! And you can do that too! She's turning her hand over inside me."

I could see Karen's arm moving just as it had when she was trying to twist her hand into Tina, and I knew just what she meant. Then Karen stopped and stayed still for a few seconds before, very slowly and very cautiously, she began to move in and out, her clenched fist like a giant piston inside Tina's pussy.

"Oh God, yes!" There was no need for her to explain, I knew just what was happening.

Slowly, and still very carefully, Karen picked up a little speed, then a little more, until she was moving in and out with a regular rhythm, truly fisting Tina in the full sense of the word. Tina crouched above me, not daring to move, but lost in a land of total pleasure, little whimpers and mewling sounds telling how much she enjoyed what was happening, sounds of delight edged with fear.

"That's good Karen, keep it like that." She gasped out breathlessly. "I think I'm going to cum after all, so don't stop." 

But even as she spoke she jerked slightly and winced when a longer than usual stroke brought Karen's fist into contact with her cervix. 

"Careful!" She pleaded.

"Sorry honey." Karen apologised and adjusted her stance slightly to give herself more control. But she maintained the steady pistoning movement inside my wife's pussy, and soon Tina was back in her world of pleasure. 

Before long Tina's breathing became ragged and started to clutch tightly at my arms.

"Hold me tight, Ray, I'm going to cum. Don't let me go whatever you do." She spoke in gasps and I could tell that she was on the very edge of orgasm. I put my arms around her back and held her to me, reassuring her that I wouldn't let her move and hurt herself when she came.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I'll hold you, just let go and enjoy it."

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming now." She repeated.

She did everything she could to keep herself under control as a massive orgasm ripped through her, but she couldn't help jerking and bucking a little against my hold, strangled squealing coming from her throat. Both Karen and I expected Tina to have a very powerful orgasm from what was happening and we coped with her movements without too much difficulty. I simply held on to her, while Karen matched Tina's movements with those of her own, so that the hand inside Tina's pussy could carry on moving to and fro.

Afterwards Tina remained crouched in my arms, shuddering and trembling with the effects of her partially suppressed orgasm, her mouth hanging open, her eyes wide and her breath coming in gasps. Behind her Karen was gently withdrawing her hand, slick and slippery with the mixture of my spunk and a goodly amount of KY Gel. 

Tina was so spent she seemed not to even notice Karen pull out of her, and it wasn't until she saw her wiping her hands on a tissue that she reacted at all. Then she spoke with sincerity

"That was the most intense, mind blowing sensation I have ever had in my life." She said, looking from one to the other of us. "And I've never had an orgasm to beat that one. Holding back made it even better."

Suddenly she rolled away from me and sprawled herself on her back alongside me, before, almost as an afterthought, wiping a hand between her legs and inspecting her fingers.

Karen chuckled. "Don't worry, no blood. You're still in one piece."

"Thank you." Tina told her, and then looked at me. "And you too, Ray."



A Helping Hand



KJ

The first fishing trip of the season finally arrived. The boys were packed and on their way and not a minute too soon. Katherine smiled and waved as her husband and son pulled away, closed the door and sighed in relief. She did enjoy a few days of solace to herself to do as she pleased and enjoy a break from the monotony of everyday living. Unencumbered living of what and when she wanted dinner, nothing more than her favorite robe at best, her music at her level and a candle-lit, uninterrupted hot bath were on the to-do list, just to name a few.

The evening's plans had come together nicely. A heavy thunder storm was rolling in and only enhanced the evening of smooth jazz, quiche and the warm tub.

The next morning it was clear that the soothing sounds of the heavy thunderstorm had reeked havoc to the swimming pool. The tarp covering it had come undone and the pool was loaded with debris. As she contemplated calling her husband the phone rang. Bill was calling to check in as he heard about the storm on the news report. She certainly didn't want him to cut the trip short and did not want him to be surprised when he got back. She filled him in on the status of the pool. He didn't seem too worried about it and would take care of it when he got home. Still troubled by the mess, but still pleased she had more time to herself.

Katherine went about her errands for the day and was looking forward to much of the same as the evening before. While picking up a few groceries she ran into Susan from church where Katherine plays piano for Sunday service. "So, did anything float away with all that rain last night?" Susan asked. 

"Oh yeah and it all floated into my pool. The liner broke and I have quite a murky swamp back there" Katherine replied. "My boys are on a fishing trip and I am not about to spend my vacation cleaning out that mess." 

Susan chuckled as she knew all too well the miracle of long and away fishing trips. "I tell you what, I will send Justin over this afternoon. He could use some time away from that Xbox or whatever it is these kids play these days." 

Katherine had known Susan's son Justin as the shy and polite young man from church who just started college. "Oh thank you but that's ok, I will just have my guys take care of it when they get back" said Katherine. 

"Really it's no problem - it would be a benefit to all of us." 

Well, ok then. I guess it will get me out of listening to the boys whining about having to do it." "Alright then, I will make sure he is there at noontime."

Right on time the door bell rang at straight up noon. Shy and awkward Justin stood there "Hi Mrs Jacobs, my mom said you need some help with cleaning your pool." 

"Oh yes thank you so much for coming. Let's go in back and get you started." Katherine got him acclimated with the tools of the trade. "And when you're down come back in and I will have some lunch for you."

"Yes ma'am." 

Katherine went about her household chores and stopped for a moment to peek out the window to see how Justin was doing. Down to his swimming trunks. She was taken aback by his smooth and toned body. She smirked to herself and turned away before her mind wandered. Back to the chores but a few minutes later she found herself peeking out that window again. Justin got down to nitty gritty and jumped in the pool to get the job done. He emerged from the pool and his young body glistened from the water and reflection of the sun. And, wait....what...oh my! His nylon trunks clung to his body and it outlined his cock...his very substantial cock. She starred intently to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. What he possessed was of epic porn star proportions. Her pussy tingled and her body warmed thinking about experiencing it. The cinema in her head was a flicker of nonstop lascivious scenes. She turned away and panted heavy as she tried to gather herself. For years now there was and ember inside her that longed to be ignited to do something wild and uncontrolled. It was at this moment that the blaze raged with reckless abandon. It was now or never to quench her thirst.

How could this all come together. At the very least she wanted to see his manhood in the flesh. Just a clear view of his tender man meat. It was nearly impossible for her to focus on a scenario. "Cmon Katherine....think....think clearly now" in a mumble of frustration.

Just then Justin entered through the patio doors. "All done Mrs. Jacobs, every leaf and twig accounted for." 

"Very good Justin, let me put together a sandwich for you."

"Sounds good."

Almost like a miracle the words left her lips. "Why don't we get you out of those wet trunks. My son has some sweat pants you would fit in. Come upstairs with me." 

"Um...ok..." he replied gingerly. 

Her body trembled as they went upstairs. Her mouth went dry and her heart raced. Wife, mother, school teacher, piano player at church had all been forgotten. A woman with lustful, borderline taboo desires had taken over.

She grabbed a towel from the closet. He gently followed behind as they entered her son's room. She rustled through the drawers and found a pair of sweats and tshirt. She paused for a moment. There was no turning back now. She made it this far. "Here ya go. I will leave you here to dry off and then you come on down for some lunch." 

"Thank you so much, Mrs. Jacobs."

She left the room, paused for a few seconds, her eyes closed and she listened intently to his soft motions. It could not have been timed more perfectly. She turned and entered the room and saw him standing there fully nude. His young toned body fully exposed to her. Katherine soaked him in, all of him, wide eyed and in awe of the manhood that dangled between his legs. Justin gasped and scurried to cover himself, his cock whipping around as he twisted and turned searching for coverage. He balled up the jogging pants and covered himself and coiled his body to hide himself even more, clearly embarrassed. He managed to murmur out "I'm sorry" which Katherine thought was odd as it was she who barged in on him. 

She moved towards him slowly. "Justin it's okay, you have nothing to be sorry about. There is no need to be scared or nervous." She put her arm around him and gently pet him to soothe his anxiety. His erratic breathing pattern got back in rhythm. "Justin, may I have the jogging pants?" He did not move or respond but really didn't need to as Katherine was already extracting them from his clasp before her last syllable was uttered. Her eyes affixed to his young tender cock that she wanted to awaken and then tame. Katherine reached down and lifted it with her palm and felt its mass and heat. Justin started trembling again. "Shhh Shhh Shhh baby it's okay just relax." 

"Mrs Jacobs I've never...." "Don't be afraid or ashamed and just let things happen naturally." she assured him. Her hand wrapped around his member and she began milking it to life. It responded to her touch and almost instantly it became fully engorged. His body trembled and his breathing became eratic as she massaged his tool. He stumbled, almost dizzy, and Katherine wondered if it was from all the blood that had rushed to plump up his cock. "I think it will help you relax if you sat on the bed" she said. Without releasing his cock she guided him down and continued the delicate stroking. She used both hands to provide maximum pleasure. And with both hands caressing, her clasp not ever close to making a full circle, and stacked from the base, the helmet and some shaft still poked through. Justin's arms reached behind him and pushed into the mattress, his back arching as he tried to control his breathing. 

"Mrs Jacobs I've never...I've never...this is..." It became clear to her what he was trying to say. Not only had Justin never been with a woman before in any sexual capacity, this would be his very first orgasm of any kind. His mother, Sister Mary Holy Susan had likely instilled the fear of God in him and any kind of manual exploration of his body meant going blind and a ride straight to h.e. double hockey sticks. The thought of that aroused her even more. She gripped harder and increased her stroke. His balls tightened. His massive ramrod beefed up even more. His body started to tremble. Her eyes focused on the purple helmet. 'MRS. JACOBS....MRS. JACOBS...MRS JACOBS" he gasped out. 

"LET IT RELEASE BABY. IT'S OK JUST LET IT RELEASE" almost hoping her words would coax it out. The commotion of his body trembling and the moans of his condition had suddenly stopped. The only sound was of her hands milking his tool. The glorious moment was upon them. His first orgasm, at her hands. Justin let out a loud and quivering moan as her eyes zeroed in on the tip. A white soft rope of jizz launched out of cock. Her milking was in time with his ejaculating. Spurt after spurt of warm creamy seed fired from his cock and came splashing down on her hands and his body. 

The pulsing of jizz finally subsided and his body laid limp on the bed. With much reluctance she put his meat down. "Just relax I will be right back." He let out of a soft moan. Katherine prepared a warm wash cloth and washed his seed off her hands. A bit of a waste, she thought, as she would much rather experience it splashed on her tits or in her mouth, or the sensation of it being pumped inside her. But it certainly was thrilling to see such impressive manhood fountain off its sweet milk.

She returned to the room to see him just about floating off the bed and she smiled at herself for a job well done. And then, something she has not seen in so many years, a fully engorged cock after an orgasm. How she wanted to experience it in every way possible at this moment. But it was evident from the trance that Justin was in that one trip to Nirvana was enough for him to palate today. She took his cock in her hands again and bathed it ever so gently. She cleaned him thoroughly and recorded every inch of it in her mind.

Justin sat up and looked at Katherine, waiting for instructing and assurance. "Mrs Jacobs please don't tell my mother." 

She smiled lovingly and brushed his hair aside "Don't worry, what happened today is between you and I, OK." "Yes, ma'am"

Katherine found a bag to put his wet clothes in and invited him to go home in her son's clothes, already setting up the next round. She led him down the stairs and to the door. He turned and looked at her "Thank you Mrs. Jacobs". 

She brush his shoulder, hoping to assure him even more "You are very welcome. Everything is OK, this is our secret." He smiled and headed home.

Katherine settled down on the sofa. Almost hoping to feel ashamed at what just happened. But instead her mind was aflutter with thoughts of experiencing him all over her body. She would make it happen, and not soon enough.



A Helping Hand



My name is Grace Andrews. I am fifty six years old and a widow. I am very healthy, not too fat and I have to work for a living as my husband did not leave much of an estate when he passed away suddenly. 

I found this job through another widow friend of mine that owns this very large house that she rents out rooms in. It is located close to the college and nearly all the nine rooms are rented out to grad-students. I have two rooms on the first floor in the back next to the kitchen. I don't cook for the boys but I do make sure they don't burn down the place and I check every day to make sure they keep the place clean and orderly. In other words I am a house mother. 

One boy who is a little older came here to play football as well as get an education. However when he played his first game some one stepped on his ankle and broke it badly. Then another fellow fell on top of him and dislocated his neck. So Douglas Dupree was placed in a special bed on the first floor in what used to be the living room. 

There was a young pretty nurse hired to care for him but she only came in four times a day and did not stay over night. Dug used a bedpan and this was a real bone of contention for him. He hated it and wanted to use a bathroom like every other guy in the house. But of course with a broken ankle that was very hard to do. But the fool tried and this is where I got involved. 

I was asked to cook for Dug and was paid very well to do so. I welcomed the extra income and so over the course of the first week we got to be very well acquainted. 

The first time I had an occasion to be a help to Douglas was the very next week on Saturday. This is football day here and all the other boys were at the game. Being the weekend the nurse was not in so I was all alone with Dug. 

He had a cast from his ankle up to above his right knee and a neck brace that held his head up at a weird angle. He could not see down to his feet.

I had taken a small TV in and placed it up on the top of a wardrobe so Dug could see the game. I had gone off to do my regular duties and Dug though he could get out of bed and turn the TV antenna so the picture would come in better. 

Like these boys like to say "Wrong"

I did not hear him fall but I was about half way down the back stairs I heard him yelling. I hurried to see what on earth happened and found Stupid Mr. Dupree on the floor with his good leg all twisted and bent like a pretzel. I called nine one one and helped him the best I could until the medics arrived. 

I did take a second look at Mr. Dupree's privates as it had been sometime since I was with a man. I may be over fifty but by no means am I dead nor do I lack the natural urges of a woman. 

Back before my husband died I was very active with my husband and well; shell we say I was not a true blue one man woman. My husband was a very good lover but he was on the road a lot and I somehow managed to not always be alone when he was out of town. My husband found out a few years back maybe twelve or so. But he said that was okay as he had a few ladies on the road that he visited from time to time. So we openly agreed when we were not together we could have friends over so to speak. 

It as not long before I found out my husband was not the best lover in town but he was still very good. 

So we lived with this arrangement for a lot of years and it worked fine for us. After he died I some how got away from the sex thing and after I took this house mother job I had almost put sex out of my mind. Well almost. But it came back with a rush and woke up a desire in me that had been dormant too long.

It only took ten minutes for the Medics to get here. In these ten minutes I managed to comfort Mr. Dupree and get a handle on his most private manhood. I must say I was impressed to say the least. 

His night shirt had been pulled up around his back and he was exposed from the waist down. The hem of his night gown got hook on a hinge that lifted the mechanical bed and this is what caused him to go asshole over tea cup. 

He was hurting yet he had enough sense to know he was naked and exposed. He asked me to cover him up. I had a hard time getting the material loose but in the mean time I took his rather manly manhood in my hand and arranged it so it was not longer bound up tight between the material and his bum leg. This small act relieved his pain greatly. 

It also kind of bound us together as very close friends. I have to admit I may have fondled his privates a little longer than was necessary but it just felt good to touch a man. I was excited that he even may have become aroused some even though he was in pain. I found this kind of exciting myself just knowing I could excite a man again. When the Medics came though the door Dug was smiling up at me and all covered up. 

He was returned the next day with his left leg in a cast and in some kind of harness that held his legs up and slightly parted. This time he was in a hospital gown with the ties in back. His were untied. 

I had fixed a nice pot of home made soup and as soon as Douglas was ready I came in with a bowl to feel him. Oh; I am so sorry I mean feed him. How silly of me.

We talked of things to come after he gets out of traction and is well enough to resume his studies. He loved my soup and I helped him with his book reader so he could read while he lay there. I left him and about an hour later he rang for me. He said he knew it was not my job to act as nurse but he had a problem and wanted to ask me to help him. He had some how twisted his bedpan and could not get it under him properly. 

I smiled and moved to see what his problem was. Well I saw his problem right away. He had the loveliest erection I had ever seen. It was pointing nearly straight out with a slight twist to the right. The head was round some what pointed with a wide mouth opening with a very prominent rim at the rear. The shaft was thick at the base some where deep in that forest of dark curly hair. But was a little slimmer as it approached the deep purple head. It was simply a very lovely cock if I had ever seen one and I had seen a few in my time.

I lifted his gown higher so he could not see me. I took his cock in my hand and turned it as I pulled the skin up as far as it would go. I pushed down still gripping his massive cock tightly forcing the head to be drawn nearly flat. He moaned as if I had hurt him. But I knew that sound and it was not from hurt it was from pure pleasure. 

His cock was dry so I leaned in and took it in my mouth to give it a nice wet lubricated surface. I took my mouth away and went back to working in up and down. 

Doug said "please suck it for me I need to cum so bad. I know you want to suck me as much as I want you too."

Well Doug was right about that I did want to suck him off. He had a lovely cock and it had been so damn long since I tasted male semen and I needed that too.

It did not take much to set his big boy off. I was surprised but welcomed the thick salty fluid. His semen was sweet, warm and thick as butter milk. I sucked it down deep into my mouth with in trepidation and willingness. 

I knew all too well this was not the time or place for such a romantic encounter but yet I went on. Doug was breathing deep as his cock jerked slightly. I tasted his sperm and the very sensation of it overwhelmed me. But I recovered quickly sucking his cum deep into my mouth and swallowing it eagerly. I milked his cock to get every drop of this glorious fluid. I licked his cock as it wilted in my hand. I let it slip from my mouth and my hand. 

Looking up I saw he had his eyes closed so I took myself and hurried away. That was marvelous and I loved every moment, very drop and every emotion we shared.

The game was over and several of the guys came by to say "Hi" to Doug and tell him how they won the game at the last moment. Things settled down around mid-night and so I decided to check on Doug one more time before I went to bed.

He was reading trying to keep up with his studies and was awake when I came in. 

"Hi Grace. Thought you would be I bed at this hour?" He said.

I placed a hand on his arm and ask it there was anything I could do before I retired. 

He smiled and said "You were wonderful. I loved your tender touch. It had been a long time. How does one thank a wonderful lady for something like that? I think a simple thanks seem to be too little for so very much." 

I said "don't even think that way. It was as much for my own pleasure as for you. Believe me I needed that too. I did want it as much as you did. Really." 

He reached out and laid his hand over mine. 

"Maybe some day soon I can repay you for your kindness." He said smiling from ear to ear. 

He took my hand and pulled me close and kissed me. I was surprised at that but let him circle his tongue around mine. He sucked my tongue and let his good hand find my breast. He had magic fingers as he worked his finger in between the buttons and found my hard nipple. 

His touch sent shivers through out my body. I was wetter now than when I had enjoyed the taste of his manly semen. I loved his touch as he tightened his finger on my nipple. 

I slipped a hand between his legs again to find he was hard as an iron rod. 

God knew I was so hot I was foaming at the mouth. I needed to feel is fingers in my pussy and told him so. He suggested that I stand on a stool so he could reach my pussy as I again jerked him off. I could not suck his cock at this angle but I said for him to let me know when he was going to come and I would let him cum in my mouth. 

His fingers worked their magic quickly and I was shivering with a wild climax before he came again. He had two fingers in me and his thumb rubbing my clitoris. This combination worked wonders as I let go with a real dam buster. Running all over his hand and the floor. 

"Holy shit. That was! Well Wow; I never saw a woman come out side like that... god how great that must feel to a guy if he is fucking you. I can't wait until I am well." He was not making any sense but I was feeling a lot of relief. 

I felt his cock stiffen and his balls drew up tight under his massive cock. I stepped down off the stool to lean my head under the little tent and took his cock in my mouth just in time to get the first spurt.

It was as sweet as the first time and I again welcomed his every drop. I sucked, swallowed and milked his lovely cock until his was completely spent. 

I pulled back my head to see Spurgen Hinder standing there watching me. Spurgen; is a very short thin student from Germany. He is an exchange student and has up till now been a very quiet well mannered boy. He is around thirty so no longer a boy but I call all the student that live here boys. 

"Grace; you're wonderful. I never saw any girl or woman give such great head before. I love oral sex and from what I saw you're the very best. Could I get in on the fun?" He said as he pulled out his cock. 

I was speechless and still in shock. Spurgen came up to me he was two inches shorter than my five feet six inches. But I have to admit I was also surprised at seeing the thickest cock I had ever seen. It was not all that long but my God was it a thick one. 

He said "Bend over and let me fuck you first then you can finish me off with your sexy mouth."

Doug said "You little shit get he fuck out of here."

I said "Doug relax. If I don't he will tell every one and I would get fired and I need this job."

Doug said "Grace; I'll take care of you. You don't have to do this. I'll kick the little shit's ass when I get out of this." 

"No, no it's alright Doug." I did as I was told. I could not take my eyes off his cock. I wondered what it would feel like to have a thick cock in me like this one. It would stretch me open but I thought it would feel great. All I had to do now was calm down Doug and get on with this. 

I went closer to Doug and smiled at him. "You can watch and if you get a hard-on again I suck you off again. Deal?" I said squeezing his hand. 

Doug got a strange look on his face and I knew he wanted to watch.

I went over to the side of the room and pulled my skirt up around my waist my panties were already on the floor. I bend over the chair giving Spurgen a good look at my ass and pussy.

I looked back around to see his trousers drop to the floor. The next thing I knew he had me by the hips pulling me back and down on to him. 

He expertly used two fingers to spread my very wet pussy wide so he could get the head of his cock started into me. Once the head was between my lips he rubbed it back and forth a few times getting us both very well lubricated. 

The he took a good grip on my hips and slowly pushed. He felt the resistance but kept up the pressure but not ramming or jamming at me. He knew what it would take to get that fucking pole in my tight pussy. 

I had never been too tight for anyone before and this seemed to excite me thinking he was so thick that he had to work to get in my pussy. But then he started to slide inside. I felt the muscles stretch and for a moment it was a little uncomfortable. But once he had it in as far as it would go I darn near exploded right here and then. 

When he pulled back he pulled my insides out with him and then he pushed a little faster pushing every thing back in. I was getting excited but at the same time I was afraid that he would rip me up inside. But I guess the part of me that was getting excited also got me wetter before long he was doing one hell of a job on my pussy. 

I felt my pussy getting strangely looser and him sliding easier in and out. He was fucking me faster and deeper than I thought he could. I was feeling it and liking it very much. I could see in my mind what he was watching and hopefully what Doug was watching also. 

My climax came upon me in a rush. I felt it start and then it was there pouring from me like a river over flowing its banks. I let out a cry of pure delight as I let go with the climax of all climaxes. 

I was still delighting myself to no end when I felt Spurgen shake. The heat in my throbbing pussy was like a fire. His molten lave poured forth filling me time after time. It was a good two minutes before the two of us even thought about slowing down. 

I looked over at Doug. He was playing with his cock and looking at me as if he had never seen such a thing before. Well maybe he has not seen a women climax that much or enjoyed being fucked to a climax like this.

Spurgen pulled out of me and his massive cock was no longer big and thick. He laughed and said "Very few women can get me off like that. I can stay hard for two or three times unless the first is so fantastic I can not recover."

Spurgen dressed and left the room. I went over to Doug and we laughed at each other. But I did not suck him off again. 

The next day a tall slender lady close to my age, maybe a few yeas younger showed up dressed in a nurse's uniform. 

She was here to help Dough move his legs and get on the road to recovery. She said her Name was Karen Carr. I started to leave when Doug said he wanted me to stay. 

I said 'No; he had work to do and he did not need me to watch." 

From what Doug told me the therapy session started out as normal the way he expected. But after ten minutes of the nurse working with his leg his hospital gown got pushed will up above his cock and balls. 

He thought this Karen Carr was getting red faced and she seemed to be interested in Doug's' privates. At one point she held Doug's leg high up and then folded his knee so his foot rested on the bed. At this point Karen took a moment to rub the underside of his leg with a warming lotion. Her fingers came up the inside of his thigh to slightly touch his cock head. 

Doug moaned to let her know he liked that and she was only too wiling to help this poor unfortunate fellow with his problem. 

Karen was tall near six foot. A big girl with a large frame but not overly fat. She looked solid as a rock. Her powerful hands were made for this kind of work. She was pretty with dark hair framing a wide full lipped mouth. 

By the time I check again the door was locked. I had a key and went in unannounced. Karen was leaning over Doug with this cock out of sight. She had his cock in her mouth right up to the balls. It had to be down her throat I thought "Where else could it be." 

I locked the door and stood there watching this woman give Doug an even better cock sucking than I had. I thought I was good and maybe I was but Karen was fantastic. I was not jealous as I knew Doug was having the time of his life.

As I approached the opposite side of the bed. Karen looked up long enough to see me smiling. She nodded and lowered her mouth back down over Doug's cock. I got my little stool and standing on it was able to lean in far enough to relieve Karen of her burden. She held his cock for me as I took my turn at sucking and tasting his manly cock. I enjoyed this for a few moments and then let Karen have her turn. Doug had reached down and had one of my tits out where he could enjoy their feel. I liked this too. 

How long Karen and I swapped his cock from mouth to mouth I don't remember. Karen was the one to enjoy his cum. Doug blasted off and Karen willingly sucked, swallowed and milked it of every last drop. I had stepped off my stool and was happily watching this masterful artiest ingest the last of Doug's semen. 

Doug flopped back and was dead to the world. Karen came up to me leaned down and kissed me. She opened her mouth and let me swipe my tongue around tasting Doug's cum. 

As she kissed me I felt her hand cup my dangling tit. Her fingers found my slowly stiffening nipple. The kiss became more intense. I was coming alive and the heat between my legs was causing a great deal of wetness. Karen pulled me to her wrapping her long strong arms around me. I let her fondle me but then I pushed her back and I looked into dark burning eyes that were on fire. Hell I was on fire too.

Stepping back I said "God you're good. But not now. Will you be back tomorrow? If so I think maybe we can continue this. I also want to invite a friend to join us. He's a little Germen fellow I think you would like him. What do you say to this idea?"

Karen moved close again touched me on the cheek and said "Today was wonderful and maybe tomorrow can be even more wonderful. I don't see why not. This little Germen fellow you have enjoyed him I take it." 

I smiled and told her I had and I think she would fine him very much to her satisfaction. 

Karen kissed me again. 

I fussed with Doug getting him all cleaned up and let him sleep as I went off the find Spurgen. I found Spurgen in his room deep in study. I only poked my head in long enough to ask him if he was free to join Doug, his new nurse and I for a little get together tomorrow. 

Spurgen said "I noticed the door was locked when I came in. I did not knock but I did take a moment to listen. May I guess that the three of you were engaged in a bit of sexual fun?"

I smiled and told him if he would like to join this fun I would love to have him. 

The foursome; my first

*

If I get enough requests I'll write a follow up ...



A Helping...Hand(?)



I had known Kerry for a number of years, in fact, she had gone to school with my daughter and was now in her early twenties. I had always liked her. She was a very matter-of-fact girl, capable and confident so it was a surprise to me when she became involved with a man ten years her senior. I knew him as well - and liked him, but he had settled for the bachelor life and drank fairly heavily. Nevertheless, Kerry's influence on him had been dramatic and in no time they moved in together and settled into the ways of an old married couple. My daughter saw a great deal of them and kept me well informed as to how they were getting on. 

It was after they had been together for about two years that they married and Kerry made no secret that marriage was the first step on the road to motherhood - especially after one of their close friends produced an adorable baby girl. 

The months dragged on without any sign of a child and then I heard rumblings about her husband's test results and how difficult it was going to be for her to conceive. It was gossip and I thought nothing of it until one afternoon in June as I worked alone in my office at home, that the doorbell rang. I usually took no notice of either the domestic phone or the doorbell when I was working but I needed to stretch my legs so I answered it.

It was Kerry. She had arranged with my daughter to return a video, which she then handed to me.

"I was just making a coffee," I lied," would you like a cup?"

"I don't have to be at work until four so I will, if that's alright."

I stood aside and let her bounce into the house (Kerry was full of bounce) and take a seat in kitchen. I switched on the kettle and leaned against the adjacent kitchen unit.

"How's married life treating you then?" I asked, not having seen her since her wedding day.

"Oh, it's OK,"

"Only OK?" I teased.

"Well, I suppose Sue's told you that we are having problems having a family. Colin has a very low sperm count."

"That doesn't mean that it won't happen," I comforted.

"Pretty unlikely though." The smile had gone and she looked glum.

"Have you thought of getting medical help?"

"Colin is dead against it. He says if it doesn't happen naturally then it's not to be."

"It's a bit hard on you though, isn't it Kerry."

"Oh, I'd love a baby, Peter. I really would. In fact, it would serve Colin right if I went out and found someone to give me one."

"You don't mean that do you, Kerry? It would crucify him if he found out."

A long silence punctuated our discussion before she said.

"Why would he have to know?" 

I could see that Kerry was voicing what, for a long time, had only been a thought incubating in her mind.

"Come on, Kerry, unless you went away for a weekend and picked up a complete stranger, it would get out. You couldn't trust anyone else around here to keep quiet about it. And if you picked up a stranger, goodness knows what else he might give you?"

"True," she said, then countered as if she had already considered this argument, "unless it was someone with more to lose than gain. Someone who no longer needed to brag to anyone about his conquests - say?"

"But every young man likes to do that and even those that wouldn't brag might well get possessive of the baby when it arrived. Surely, you wouldn't risk it, would you?"

She pouted and I added, "So much for a surrogate father then." 

"It doesn't seem much to ask," she persisted coyly, " just a quick thirty second 'service' and my life would be changed for ever."

"Now there's a naughty though to conjure with. Surely to god she wasn't hinting that I 'service' her was she?" The idea tore through my mind like a red hot bolt of lightning.

"You sound desperate, Kerry,"

"I think I am Peter," she sighed with a voice heavy with melancholy.

Silence fell whilst we waited for the kettle to boil and when it did, I made the coffee, served a cup to each of us and sat at the table facing her, quietly sipping the hot liquid.

I hadn't really noticed in the past, but she was a pretty young women in a plain sort of way. She had a face with everything in the right place, thick curly dark hair and a slim figure with well-developed breasts. The reason she was not a siren was that she chose not to be. She wore very little makeup and dressed modestly - the sort of women that, I imagine, a vicar would have been pleased to present her as his wife. 

More seconds passed without conversation as we drank our coffee, each of us deep in our own thoughts until she broke the silence with a comment to give away what she had clearly being thinking about.

"Did Wendy have any trouble conceiving your two?" she asked overtly.

"Don't ask me. We still don't know where Paul came from and Sue was conceived on a quiet August afternoon, on the sofa, on a day Wendy decided that Paul needed a sister. I just supplied the sperm-on-demand, so-to-speak."

"You sound pretty fertile then?" she said, giving me a knowing look.

It had to be said - both of us were beating about the bush.

"Kerry, forgive me if I am reading this conversation all wrong, but are you suggesting that I 'help' you overcome your problem?"

She fidgeted nervously and blushed crimson, but blurted out, 

"Oh, please, Peter. It's just that I feel I can talk to you and I've let my tongue run away with me. I hope that I haven't embarrassed you."

"Don't be silly. I am flattered that a young and attractive women like you should see me a potential father of your child."

"I don't see why not. You’re an intelligent man with two wonderful kids - what women would not want to have your children?"

"You do know what you are asking of me, don't you, Kerry?"

"Am I so repulsive, then?" she countered coyly.

"Most definitely not - but you do realise what your asking?"

"I do," she replied and lowered her eyes, "but it’s the only way that I can have a child and no one need know."

I let silence fall again for a good minute before saying, " When is the best time for you to conceive?"

"Oh! Thank you Peter. You will help me then?" she gushed.

"It would be churlish not to," I replied, not really realising that I had just agreed to fuck my daughter's best friend some twenty odd years my junior.

"Well actually it's about now. If I go by the book it's from now until Friday."

"Are you sure, Kerry?" I asked. Things had moved on a pace since she arrived.

"Yes, I am," she responded and then added naughtily, "If it helps, I have always quite fancied you anyway. I seem to have a thing for older men."

"Think of me as a donor not a lover, will you." It was clear the little minx had planned to approach me today and I was keen not to add another dimension to this 'favour'.

The talk had finished and action was now called for.

"Would you like me to 'service' you now?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

The reality of the situation was upon both of us, but she kept her nerve and replied, 

"Yes"

"Look Kerry, let's make this as clinical as possible. We had better go upstairs, use the back bedroom. Slip out of your panties and I will be up in a minute. You will have to - well - lubricate yourself, but I leave it to you how you achieve it."

She stood up and squeezed my shoulder as she passed by me to the stairs. 

I waited a good six or seven long minutes thinking, "What the hell am I doing?" before coming to the simple conclusion that I was getting to fuck an attractive young women and may well, give her the child she craves for.

I climbed the stairs with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, the latter manifesting itself in my jeans. On entering the room there was a sight to gladden an old - well older - man's eyes. Kerry had removed her panties and knelt on the bed leaning forward with her rump high in the air and her legs apart. Her long tousled hair hung over the side of the narrow bed and she was gently rubbing herself between her legs so that her pussy pouted and glistened with the juices she had encouraged to flow.

"I think it's ready," she said as I entered the room, without stopping her self-administrations. She made it sound like 'dinner is served'.

"I read in a book that this is the best position to do it in to become fertilised." 

I undid my belt and dropped my jeans and shorts in one movement. Stepping forward out of them, I positioned myself behind her. She had the most glorious milk white buttocks below which hung her pussy with its deep red lips framed by black curly hair. 

The erection that I had started to develop as I came up the stairs intensified into the best one that I had had in years. I grasped my cock and slipped its head between her slippery lips several times before inserting it a couple of inches into her vagina. She was tight and gripped me firmly, so I withdrew for a moment before easing forward and backwards a few times, delving deeper on each thrust until two thirds of my length impaled her. She gasped, "Christ, Peter, that feels huge."

I stopped pushing, giving time for her vaginal muscles to adjust to my girth before thrusting myself all the way in. My own pubic hairs stroked her rounded cheeks and she gasped again making me stop. This may be clinical but it didn't have to be painful.

"No, don't stop, that's wonderful," she panted.

Gripping her by the waist, I began to copulate slowly, withdrawing almost all the way out and then driving in again; building up a rhythm in which she joined me, pushing back into me as I thrust forward and gripping me with astonishing strength as I withdrew.

She was soon panting loudly as our genitals produced loud slurping noises. These only heightened my excitement and I quickened my pace. Somehow I hadn't expect to satisfy Kerry's sexual appetite as well as her need to be fertilised, but it was clear that she was enjoying the experience as much as I was and let out another heartfelt, "Ohhh!"

"Can I cum yet Kerry?" I gasped between teeth gritted with exertion.

"Just a bit longer please."

I mentally held back the avalanche that was building in my balls, but continued thrusting vigorously.

After what seemed an age she groaned deeply and, following several vaginal muscle twitches, I felt her relax her tight grip on me. I made a few more quick strokes and ejaculated with an intensity I hadn't felt since my youth.

Once sated, I softened quite quickly and stopped, releasing Kerry who fell forward on the bed with her forehead resting on her arms. I pulled my clothes on and left the room quietly feeling a mixture of pleasure, sadness and guilt. 

Waiting in the kitchen I reflected on my behaviour, "Had I taken advantage her?" "Should I have taken another day for both of us to think about it?

As I castigated myself, she entered the kitchen wearing a glow and a smile, walked over to me and planted an affectionate kiss on my lips.

"Thank you," she said simply and sat down to finish the remains of her cold coffee. I gulped the last of mine and sat peering into the empty cup, aware of Kerry's eyes on me.

"Are you sorry?" she said at length.

"Oh no," I replied without being sure whether that answer was the truth, "It made me feel so alive again."

"I know and, I know I shouldn't say so, but it was the same for me. The only orgasms that I've had before today are those that I given myself; that was my first with a man - and - what an orgasm! You are so big and can last for ages." she reached out and put her hand on mine. I smiled at the compliment and covered her hand with my own.

"How will you explain it to Colin if you become pregnant?" I asked.

"Tell him that it is his, of course. We will make love tonight and neither of us will ever know, will we?" She had obviously thought it through, which somehow made me feel better.

Standing up she said," I have to go, " then surprised me by saying, " same time tomorrow, then?"

I hadn't realised when she had said ' from today until Friday' she would need 'servicing' each day, but I agreed nonetheless, replying, "Until tomorrow then."

********

"Hi!" Kerry said breezily when she arrived the next day and pushed passed me into the hallway. I mumbled something incoherent, closed the door and followed her into the house. She was dressed in a bright coloured, loose fitting summer dress and flat shoes, which did very little to enhance her figure, but it kept her cool. She turned and looked at me," I've been thinking, Peter…"

"Me too," I interrupted.

"You're not having second thoughts are you." Her face clouded over, so I reassured her, "No, not at all, in fact quite the opposite."

"Phew! Thank goodness for that. You worried me for a minute. " She hesitated and then continued uncertainly, "You know that you described yourself as a 'donor' yesterday; providing a 'service'? Well, I can tell you that the service you provided was certainly more than that of a donor." 

Looking down to the floor, uncertain of how to say what she wanted to say, she continued, 

" My… you-know-what.. has been tingling ever since and I was wondering just how extensive the 'service' was that you could provide?" Her eyes flashed up to challenge me. I grinned, took her hand and lead her upstairs.

The sun had moved around the house and filled the bedroom with an intense yellow light though its small window. I stood with my back to the light leaving her sharply illuminated by it and looking heavenly. She moved towards me and pressed her young firm body hard against mine then, placing her arms around my neck in a lover's embrace, she kissed me. 

Her lips were petal soft and tasted of salt. Our mouths opened and her tongue snaked in to wrestle with mine: my hands grasped and massaged her splendid taught bottom and our groins ground together. Without ceremony, I pulled the zip on her dress all the way down into the small of her back and stepped back, pulling it off her shoulders as I retreated. She dropped her arms and let the dress fall to the floor to give me my first real glimpse of her gorgeous body. 

The word 'nubile' had been created for Kerry's body. She wore no bra and stood before me in the briefest of panties. Her two ripe breasts, with their erect and prominent nipples, pointed proudly outwards. I whistled softly and she stepped forward again.

Fixing my eyes with her own, she unfastened my belt and pushed down the fastener of my jeans. I pulled my shirt over my head and, as I did, she completed the removal of my jeans and then stood back to admire the bulge that I now presented in my shorts.

"Pretty fine body for an old guy," she chided and reached out to cover my cock with a long fingered hand and press her pert breasts into my chest. 

"I have to tell you that I have been dying to look at that lovely thing ever since I felt how big it was yesterday." Then she added politely, " May I?"

She rolled down my shorts and my cock sprang forth like an excited jack-in-the-box. I had been complimented on its dimensions several times in the distant past, but had always thought myself normal.

"Christ Peter, that's gorgeous," she said, standing back and admiring me like a prize bull.

She took hold of it in both her hands and squeezed and then did something unexpected. I was standing next to the bed when she pushed me, only gently, but it caught me off balance and I fell backwards onto the covers. She then straddled me in a 'sixty nine' position, slipping down my body until her head was poised just above my cock. This left me looking between her legs at a dark moist patch on her straining panties,

"I haven't done this before," she informed me in a very matter-of-fact way, "but I have seen it done on a video that Colin bought and it did make me as randy as anything when I watched it."

Lowering her head, she licked up and down my stiff cock and then took a sizeable amount into her mouth. I closed my eyes and thought of England - a different England - an England in which men took the sexual initiative and women were supposed to be grateful for ten thrusts and a loud grunt after he had spent a night down the pub….Well! maybe it wasn't that England!

The damp patch between her legs became bigger as she sucked and licked at what had become an independent part of my own anatomy. I raise a hand and started to rub the outline of her enlarged vulva then slipped a finger inside the damp garment and pulled the fabric aside to reveal a full rip fruit that I had split asunder only a day before.

I fingered her deftly, letting her silky folds open like a tender fig to reveal a monster of a clitoris. Lifting my head I took the big fellow between my lips and nibbled it. Her response was immediate and she stopped sucking my cock and pressed her pussy down hard onto my face. 

Now, although I have mixed feeling about cunnilingus, her pussy tasted as sweat as a nut and I lapped at her with abandon so that in no time she was cumming and my entire face was witness to the event. When she was spent she rested for a few moments then rolled over and said, "That was great Peter, but it won't get me pregnant."

"I was coming to that," I answered, sitting up and manoeuvring her into a position from where I could advance my cause.

I lay her down on the narrow bed with her head on the pillow then lifted each of her legs and placed them on either side giving me another great view of the love-honey stained crotch of her panties. With my own legs astride the bed, our knees touched and our genitals gently brushed up against each other through the scant covering of thin fabric that separated them.

I adored the feel and texture of her young breasts and I fondled each one of them lovingly, rolling each nipple between my fingertips until they became hard and rubbery. After a minute her eyes closed and I slid further up the bed and pressed my erect penis hard against that moist, panty covered mound. Then, holding her around her back, I pulled her towards me and slowly ground the ridge of my staff up and down her slit producing sizzling friction that excited the both of us. 

We rocked together for ages enjoying the build up of sexual tension until both she and I needed to be much closer. I lifted her legs high in the air with one hand, removed her panties with the other and then let her legs fall back again into their previous position where her now naked slit, fully open was revealing its scarlet interior. It was the first time that I seen her mons uncovered and it was a spectacular field of curly black hair, neatly trimmed, but forming a thick dark triangle that extended down between her legs.

I held my cock firmly and continued to tease her by rubbing its tip up and down her sleek trench, occasionally pushing an inch or two of rock-hard cock into its slippery depths. Leaving my cock head engaged, I gently probed her with the top few inches of my penis whilst caressing her beautiful soft body with its flat tummy and small jutting breasts. She moved slowly against me, her vaginal juices flowing freely as my penis glided effortlessly in and out of that incredible tunnel. As my in and out motion persisted, her patience finally waned and she thrust herself down onto me to engulf my penis in a cocoon of warm wet flesh.

I needed a base from which to thrust into her so I put my feet on the floor on either side the bed and raised her legs vertically, draping them over my shoulder. Being closer together now they tightened on me and I fucked her, thrusting quickly and purposefully until she started to groan and writhe against me. I pounded harder, the sweat running down my face as I grunted like a wild animal. The slapping of our bodies and squelching of our conjoined sexual organs heightened our mutual excitement and she gripped my head with her ankles and, between pants, told me, "Harder please. Faster. Ohhh! Yesss!" and I complied with almost brutal force until she gave one last groan and fell still, sighing deeply.




A Helping...Hand(?)



I came then: it took four giant thrusts to empty my two straining balls into her and then I relaxed and fell on top of her, overcome by that wave of ecstasy that accompanies a powerful ejaculation. She held me, nestling her head into my neck and we lay like that for what must have been ten minutes before we gathered our clothes and dressed.

******************

I have to say that I had entered into the arrangement with Kerry very reluctantly, but by the time Kerry arrived for her third 'service' I was feeling as horny as a twenty-year-old.

She was a generous lover and we had had the best sex I had experienced for a decade. It wasn't just the fact that she had a sensational firm young body, but she lacked any sexual inhibitions at all and this took any shame we might feel out of the experience. 

I was in the lounge watching the news on the television when she arrived. I shouted for her to come in when I heard the doorbell and she swept into the room seconds later.

"I though you might like this," she said, twirling around in front of me and removing her jacket. She was wearing a very short tight skirt without stockings that exposed her tanned legs. She also wore a low cut bra-less top through which poked two hard little nipples and, unusually for Kerry, she wore a subtle trace of makeup. I was impressed. 

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"You look good enough to eat," I answered and stood to kiss her.

"Don't let me stop you," she rejoined with a provocatively raised eyebrow. She moved towards me and threw her arms about my neck kissing me with great passion - deeply, wetly, longingly as she ground her pelvis into my, already, rigid cock. 

I reached behind her and took hold of each cheek of that lovely bottom with my two hands and pulled her into me to increase the contact pressure between our groins. Eventually I pulled back and turned her around so that I could press my cock into her back crease and nuzzled the nape of her neck. 

It also left my hands free to roam over her delicious breasts. I slipped my hands down the plunging front of her top and cupped each breast, squeezed then captured the nipples and then played with them until I heard her moan. 

In only a short while she was sighing loudly to indicate her heightened state of arousal. I reached lower and rubbed her mound through her dress until she helpfully pulled the hem up to her waist and allowed my fingers to probe between her legs. She was wet, not moist, but soaking wet, so slipped my fingers underneath her panties and into her sopping folds of soft flesh. She sighed even louder.

I had expected to stand fingering her for some time, bringing her slowly to the boil, but after only a few seconds she broke away, removed her panties in a single sweeping movement then attacked my belt. This disappeared quickly and she pushed my pants and shorts to the floor to leave me naked from the waist down. I stood, slightly dazed from the urgency of her actions and watched as she sat down right there in the middle of the floor, lay back and take up a spread-eagled position. 

Her skirt was around her waist and the large, generous lips of her pussy and its ruffled thatch glistened with love dew in anticipation of what was to come. I knelt down between her welcoming thighs and let my penis home-in on her opening like a heat seeking missile.

It was like pushing my hot stiff penis into a bowl of warm jelly, soft, liquid and welcoming, and I squelched straight in as far as her core. I withdrew with a slurp then drove hard into her again making her arched her back and thrust her throbbing groin against me. The sensation was sublime. I needed more and I became driven with basic lust, ravaging her - quickly, roughly, selfishly and she loved it, whispering " Harder please, Faster, Deeper, Agghh!" into my ear as I plunged into her wonderfully wet hole time and time again.

She came violently - loudly, gyrating her hips, clamping her sloppy vagina around my cock and pushing hard against me, making sure that every square millimetre of my genital flesh was rubbing against hers. If her actions had not told me that she was experiencing a fantastic orgasm, then her shouting, 

"God! I'm cumming - Yes! -Yes!" would certainly have given the game away.

When she had quietened, I came in a series of warm forceful throbs that released the monstrous head of steam that I had built up and when I was spent, we both collapsed exhausted beside each other.

"You were in a hurry. Do you have to be somewhere?" I asked eventually. She laughed.

"God, I needed that. It was like that first cold drink on a hot summers day," she answered, then continued with a glint in her eye, "But I haven't finished yet. That gets the insemination over with - now for the rest of the 'service'."

She stroked, first my chest and stomach, but then moved lower to my sleeping partner where she appeared to get immense pleasure from handling its flaccid bulk. However, as you would expect, this delicate handling meant it did not remain flaccid for long and it grew steadily again until it had regained its former glory.

"Do you know, Peter that you have become like a drug to me: like an itch I cannot scratch. I have masturbated two or three times since yesterday just thinking about what we do together when I only used to do it once a week." The forthright way in which she spoke was typical and I found it very endearing.

"Kerry, we can't keep doing this everyday day, you know, as much as we would like to. Sooner or later we will be found out and it will ruin both our lives." "I know," she replied, "and if we've been successful I shouldn't have to bother you again, but you have released something in me which will not go back in its box."

She grabbed my penis and squeezed it playfully. I slipped my hand between her legs, feeling the warmth, the dampness and softness as I gently stroked the slippery lips of skin. She purred and opened her legs wider. I delved deeper, finding her own little penis and rubbed it. Her fingers tightened on my staff but her concentration had been interrupted. I slid two fingers in and out of her quickly and she arched her back. "Fingers, tongue or cock?" I whispered enquiringly into her ear and she stammered, " Yes - in that order."

My very first girlfriend, whilst liking sex, had been afraid of intercourse, or rather, of being made pregnant. Consequently, on most evenings I had brought her to orgasm with my fingers and then laid back while she performed a hand job on me. I enjoyed doing it then and I still do.

I cupped Kerry's mons in a partly closed hand, gathering the soft, down covered flesh together and squeezed it gently before rubbing her pelvic bone with the heel of my hand. I trapped her clitoris between the ends of two of my extended fingers so that the rubbing motion of my hand stretched and tweaked this little soldier. She pushed herself up into my hand and gyrated in much the same way as when she had pushed her groin into mine only a short time earlier.

Grinding her hairy little mound hard against the heal of my hand and having her clitoris pulled and rubbed, made her pussy begin to squelch, so I transferred my attention back to her vagina which was now oozing its warm lubricant all over my searching fingers. Her legs were spread widely now and her head, with its perspiration-covered forehead, was thrown back. She wriggled against my touch, banging herself down onto my outstretched fingers with increasing urgency. 

In, out, up, down and around her pussy they went, keeping time with her own bucking until finally she stiffened, stopped and clenched her thighs together around my hand. Then she relaxed and I removed my hand so she could roll toward me and embrace me.

"Do you fancy a beer?" I asked at length easing her head off my shoulder and getting to my feet. She rolled onto her back and clasped her hands behind her head before replying, "That would be great, for some reason I'm feeling very hot today."

"You can say that again," I joked and went to get the beers. 

When I returned she had moved to an arm chair and, considering our recent activities, was sitting quite demurely. By comparison I stood rudely, holding two beers and was naked from the waist down with a half-erect penis swinging before me. Leaning forward she took both ice-cold bottles from me and, with a wicked smile, brought them slowly together on each side of my cock, reducing its size by another fifty percent.

"Heh, what's that for?" I shouted jumping back.

"Just putting it on ice for later," she giggled handing me one of the beers.

I sat in another chair opposite her and we eyed each other as we sipped our beers. About half way down the bottle she smiled and crossed her legs, letting her short skirt ride up her thighs, then she uncrossed them and my attention was drawn to the view.

She licked her lips slowly and opened her legs slightly, all the time watching for my reaction. Then she rubbed her free hand meaningfully up and down her thigh. I sat motionless except for a lengthening penis that was working its way over my groin like a scavenging serpent. Seeing this, she put down her beer and proceeded to use both hands to rub her inner thighs, opening her legs even more to allow her fingers to massage her now fully engorged vulva.

I stood up and crossed to her. Dropping to my knees I took each leg in turn and placed it over the arm of the chair leaving her wonderful pussy presented like a delicate canapé in front of me. I reached out and parted her swollen lips with my thumbs then smoothed down her damp hair. She held my head for a second and then pulled me into her groin and, as my face approached, my nostrils filled with that intoxicating odour of a sexually excited woman. 

I opened my mouth and covered her sex with it in the wettest of wet kisses, darting my tongue into its depths to confront a tongue that was not there and finding only a stiff little sentry, at attention and standing guard over his secret tunnel. I sucked it in between my lips: she moaned and pushed forward into my face. 

I pushed back, moving my mouth in a circular motion with my tongue fully extended. I don't know where it all came from but in no time my face was covered in a mixture of her love juice and my own earlier secretions. My own ardour had been steadily building and by lifting my head and straightening my body I brought my throbbing penis within inches of her scorching genitals. 

Kerry's eyes were closed as she hovered in that surreal state attained by orgasm. I held my shaft at its base and teased those enflamed lips with its spongy head, guiding it slowly, up and down that slippery cleft several times before allowing it to enter only the porch of this exquisite hallway. Her vaginal muscles clenched my penis's head involuntarily and I thrust forward to sink it fully into her. Unhurriedly and surely, I pushed until I could feel her hairy carpet mingle with my own and then I stopped, enjoying the feeling of being fully ensconced in the saturated heat of her sheath. 

I could feel the strength of her inner muscles as they rippled along my shaft like a coiled python strangling its prey, but it wasn't enough to bring me off. I withdrew and plunged into her depths again and again and again like a steam engine with a broken regulator that would only stop when its head of steam was exhausted. It did not take long - an embarrassing couple of minutes later and I was spurting procreation fluid onto her waiting eggs. If this deluge did not fertilise them I don't know what would. 

I need not have worried about my premature ejaculation - she had already cum and was waiting for me to finish, stroking my hair gently as I gave my last thrust with a softening member.

*******************

 My daughter was excited when she told me the news that Kerry and Colin where expecting their first child and at the christening of their son they looked the most doting of parents. It was later at the Christening party, as I dance a slow number with Kerry that she said with a glint in her eye, "He's a beautiful boy Peter, don't you think?" 

She looked up at me and I nodded.

"It's not much fun being an only one though. I'm sure he is going to need a baby sister."

I felt part of me stir as I took in the implications of her remark.



A Helping Hand



It was late on a Friday night when I heard my parents arguing. It always happened whenever they were getting ready to throw a big party. My mother played the role of party planner and handled all of the details, but between caterers, musicians, and the other help something always went haywire. My father would get upset that something wasn't perfect and they would spend the days leading up to the party yelling at each other. Normally I would steer clear of their arguments but this time sounded more heated than most so I decided to intervene to see if I could calm things down a little.

"What going on guys?"

"Don't worry about it son. Your mother is just trying to ruin our big spring party."

"Me? How does this have anything to do with me?"

"Well, you're in charge of getting the help."

"It's not my fault that Martine is leaving the country!"

"You must have known about this for months. Why don't you just get someone else to fill in."

"You don't think I've tried? The party is next weekend and on this short notice everybody is booked up. We'll just have to set up the appetizers on a buffet table."

"Buffet table? What do you think this is? We can't have our guests serve themselves. You need to get someone to serve the food and clean up after everyone. Or else the party is off, end of story!"

"So you guys need some help for the party next weekend?" I cautiously entered the fray.

"I'll think of something."

"I could use some extra money, how much does the job pay?"

"You? No son of mine will be seen serving food at my party!"

"Why not? I can wear a tux, I'll fit right in with the other help."

"No way!"

My father is very old fashioned in his ways. His family made their fortune building railroads in the west and have been a part of high society ever since. Generations of selective breeding and grooming have left his side of the family very inflexible in their ways and I've learned over the years to back down when he really gets angry. This was one of those times.

"Ok, it's up to you." I turned to my mother before leaving them "Let me know if there is anything I can do to help."

"Thanks, your very kind, but I have to figure this thing out on my own."

I slipped out of the living room to leave them to sort out their problems. I always felt bad for my mother when one of their parties came up. She would spend weeks planning everything and would stress out over every single detail. The parties were always a big success but I wondered if it was worth all the fighting. Up in my room I spent the rest of the night working on a school project while trying to drown out their arguing with my stereo. At eighteen years old I felt like I needed to get out of my parents house and experience the world on my own. After graduating high school my grades were terrible so I enrolled in a community college to get my grades up. My plan was to eventually transfer to a better school on east coast.

It was past midnight when I heard a soft knock on my door. My mother wanted to talk but didn't want to wake me up. I figured that she just wanted to vent about the party but it turned out that she had another idea.

"Sorry to bother you so late Danny"

"It's ok mom. I was just working on a school project. What's up?"

"Well, you know we have this party coming up right?"

"Yeah, I heard." I immediately felt bad for sounding so sarcastic.

"Well, Martine usually helps us out serving food and doing some light cleaning during the party. She's leaving the country for a few months and I can't find anyone else to fill in for her."

She seemed a little nervous as she continued.

"So I know you're looking to make some money. I was wondering if you wanted to help your mother out this one time."

"I'd be happy to, but you heard dad. No son of mine... blah blah blah."

"Yeah, I heard. He said no son of his will be seen serving food at my party, but what if you're not seen?"

Confused I replied "huh?"

"Well, since you were in the drama club I thought that maybe this could be more of an acting job for you."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"All it would take is a wig and some makeup and nobody would recognize you."

I couldn't believe what my mom was suggesting.

"You want me to dress up as a girl?"

"It's just one night, and you would be acting right?"

My heart was pounding at the thought of dressing up as a girl, even for just one night. I secretly had a thing for wearing women's clothes and this would be the opportunity of a lifetime for me. It started when I played Mary Sunshine in my high school's production of Chicago. I had never thought of wearing women's clothes before, but something about the costumes got me really horny. Ever since then I would sometimes sneak away with one of my mom's Victoria's Secret catalogues and marvel at all of the sexy outfits. Secretly I was a little jealous that girls got to wear such soft and silky underwear. I didn't consider myself gay and I didn't want to wear women's clothes all the time, but something about it always made me horny. I knew that I had to play my cards right with the party. If she was really serious about this I would have to hide my excitement.

"I don't know mom."

"Didn't you play a girl in that musical last year?"

"Yeah"

"So this is like the same thing. It's a one time live performance. And I promise nobody will know it's you, especially not your father."

"Do you really think it would work?"

"Well, I don't have any other options right now. You said you wanted to help and here is your chance. Any great actor would jump at the part."

She was playing me like a violin.

"Since you don't have any other options, I guess I'll do it."

"Really?"

"You know I'll do anything for you mom."

"You're amazing! Ok, I've got to start planning it all out. Why don't we talk again in the morning."

"Ok"

My mom rushed up to me and gave me a big bear hug before disappearing down the long dark hallway. That encounter left me too distracted to continue doing work so I spent the next hour struggling to fall asleep.

The next morning I found my parents in the kitchen doing their usually weekend routine. My mother didn't say anything about our conversation so I didn't bring it up either. During breakfast I kept searching my mother's face for any indications that I didn't just dream the whole thing up myself but she acted like it was just another ordinary Saturday morning. After reading his paper, my father got up and left for the country club for the day. As soon as I heard his car door slam shut my mother rushed over to me excitedly and took my arm in her hand.

"Come on, we have a lot of work to do!"

She led me through the house to her studio. Technically, my mom didn't work anymore but she occasionally did some work for her friends as a throwback to her glory days. Before she met my father she was an up and coming fashion designer with a struggling boutique. She managed to get her collection into a few runway shows and was starting to break through when she met my father. His family had so much money that she would never have to work again, and even if she wanted to he would never let her. When they built this house, years later, she convinced him to give her a studio of her own so that she could do alterations for herself and friends. The studio was a large room filled with closets and mirrors. The few times that I've been in there it was covered in sheets of fabric and partially finished dresses. There is a pedestal in one corner of the room that is about two feet off of the ground and surrounded by mirrors. My mother frantically led me to the pedestal and pushed me up the steps.

"Ok, so first we have to get working on your uniform and then we have to work on training you for the role."

Trying to act nonchalant about what was happening to me I said "Whatever you want mom."

"This won't be easy for you, but I know you can pull it off. Now, take off your clothes so I can take some measurements."

"What?" I was starting to get a little embarrassed.

"Come on, don't be shy. You can leave your underwear on but I need to get your measurements right if the uniform is ever going to fit you. Now get to it!"

Her voice had a sharp tone in it and I realized that the stress of the party must be really getting to her. Not wanting to aggravate her any more than she already was I did as I was told and stripped down to my boxers. My mother held up her seamstress tape measure and quickly took measurements for every one of my body parts. I fidgeted a little when she took my inseam which required her hand to press against my inner thigh. She pushed the leg of my boxers up and could feel the coolness of her hand brush against my balls as she took the measurement. Moments later she was done and had written everything down on her little pad. I reached down to grab my pants but was interrupted.

"Not yet young man. You have to try this on first."

She was taking Martine's uniform off of a hanger as she walked over to me. The uniform is a very traditional french maid outfit. It is a small black satin dress with frilly white lace trim. The top of the dress is form fitting with two thin black shoulder straps. The front of the dress is laced up with a thin white satin ribbon to cinch the dress at the waist. The skirt portion of the dress flares out from the hips and is trimmed with white lace around the hem. There is a white satin strap that wraps around the waist and holds up a small white satin apron. My mother indicated that she wanted me to step into the dress and then proceeded to slide it up my legs. With her guidance I put my arms through the straps while she straightened everything out. I am a fairly skinny guy, especially compared to Martine, who really filled out the tight dress. I was also a few inches taller than Martine which left the hem of the dress higher up on my legs than when she wore it. Partly because of the difference in our frames, the dress looked a little ridiculous on me. It practically fit me like a tent, my mom would certainly have her work cut out for her. I was looking myself over in the mirror when I felt her tugging on the straps in the front. She pulled them as tightly as she could and breifly knocked the wind out of me before tying it up. She could tell that I was having a hard time breathing and looked up at me.

"I know it's uncomfortable, but it's important that you get used to this. Every woman has to have some curves and this is the only way to do it. Don't worry honey, with a little practice this will feel completely natural."

I couldn't even respond until she finally released me.

"Ok, I've got what I need. You can put your clothes back on."

Even though I looked silly in Martine's uniform I couldn't help getting a little turned on by it at the same time. I was actually wearing women's clothes and the soft material against my skin sent a chill up my spine. I didn't notice that my penis had involuntarily responded to the excitement until I pushed the dress down my legs. There was a distinct bulge in my boxers; I just hoped that my mom wouldn't notice. When she walked over to me to retrieve the dress at my feet she ended up with my crotch right in front of her face because of the elevated platform. I'm still not sure if she noticed my excitement but after picking up the dress she looked right up to me with a wide-eyed smirk before turning away to get something off of the table.

"Ok, we're done here. You can get dressed now."

I quickly reached for my pants and covered up my growing erection. While I pulled my shirt over my head my mother handed me a bag.

"Now you need to begin preparing for your role. Use the razor first and shave off as much hair as you can and then use the gel in the bottle to take care of any stubble. After you're finished you should use the lotion all over to make sure that you don't get any razor burn."

Looking in the bag I saw a pink razor, ladies shaving cream, a bottle of hair remover, and a bottle of lotion.

"But I've already got my own razor; I don't need any of this." It didn't even faze me that she was telling me to shave my body.

"A man's razor won't work. Women's razors are specially contoured to shave legs. Trust me, you don't want to cut yourself. Now, I need to run out and take care of a few things. When I get back I expect you to be all shaved and ready for our first lesson. We only have a week until the party and you have alot to learn before we can pass you off as a girl."

As much as I was turned on by wearing women's clothes, I was starting to have second thoughts about this whole thing. But I knew that I couldn't let my mother down. I was stuck.

"Ok, I'll do my best."

"I know you will, bye honey!"

She turned on her heels and left the studio. I didn't know how long she was going to be gone so I decided to hurry up and get it over with. I wasn't very hairy to begin with so shaving my legs wasn't much of a problem. I took my time though, being extra cautious not to nick myself with all of the contours of my legs. I followed the instructions on the hair remover and left it on for ten minutes before rinsing it off. After the shower I did as I was told and rubbed the lotion all over my body. At first I was a little put off that it was a scented lotion, but by the time I was finished I was starting to enjoy the delicate floral scent and was amazed at how soft it made my skin feel. My skin felt smooth and soft but it was a little weird at first when I put my pants on. I didn't expect it to feel any different but I was now much more aware of the fabric of my pants rubbing against my freshly shaven skin. I spent the next hour trying to work on my project but my head was still in the clouds. When I heard a car door slam shut I anxiously looked out the window to find my mother carrying in several shopping bags. Minutes later she knocked on my door.

"Are you decent?"

"Come on in mom."

She bounded into my room with her arms full of bags and a gleam in her eye. I felt my stomach sink wondering what she had in store for me.

"Since we don't have much time you will need to start rehearsing right away. Normally you would have weeks of rehearsal, but this time is different so I need you to do everything that I tell you to ok?"

"I guess so."

"Danny!" She snapped "I'm being serious. If your father finds out that you are working at the party he will lose it. You need to pull this off."

"Ok, Ok, whatever you say mom."

"I noticed how uncomfortable you were when I tied the uniform up in the front, but you will need to get used to it." She reached into on of the bags and pulled out a large black object with straps hanging off of it.

"I got you this corset to practice with. I want you to wear this every day and each day we will make it a little tighter. By the end of the week you will have a perfect hourglass figure. Now take off your clothes and I'll help you put it on."

I stripped down to my boxers and waited."

"Sorry Danny, not this time... Take it all off."

I pushed my boxers down my smooth legs and sheepishly tried to cover my manhood.

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

After a brief pause she turned around and left my room in a rush. "That won't do!"

She reappeared moments later with the pink razor and shaving cream in one hand and a towel in the other.

"I told you to shave off everything! You need to play the part starting today."

She sprayed some shaving cream into her hand and before I could react was spreading it on my balls. My mother crouched in front of me and deftly began shaving me. Her hands made short work of the job as they danced around my crotch. I felt my penis growing when she lifted up my cock in one hand so that she could shave underneath it with the other. She didn't seem bothered by the fact that my cock quickly became rock hard in her hand while she finished the job. Using the towel she cleaned off the excess shaving cream. Finally she squirted some of the lotion into her hand and slowly rubbed it all over my cock and balls. I stood frozen as her hand started at the base of my cock and slowly moved up the length of my penis until she circled the tip. Her hand was gently squeezing me while she massaged the lotion into my skin.

"Now don't forget to use the hair remover next time you shower. I expect you to shave yourself every day until the party. And the lotion is very important, it will make your skin as soft as mine. Ok?"

"Ok, mom." I replied meekly.

My mother walked over to me and slid my arms through the arm straps of the corset and then wrapped it around my torso. She turned me around and played with the straps pulling them tight.

"Tell me when it's too tight."

"Unggh..." I could only get out a little grunt.

She took the hint and barely loosened the corset before tying it off. I was struggling to breathe but she didn't seem too concerned. The corset was made of a black elastic material with stiff ribbing going up the length of my torso. The ribbing was covered in strips of bright pink satin. The shoulder straps were accented with pink lace and the cleavage of the corset was covered in pink lace ruffles topped with a pink satin bow in the middle. The bottom of the corset was trimmed with the same pink ruffles as the cleavage. Four thin black straps hung down from the corset, two in the front and two in the back. After securing the corset my mother pulled two rubber objects from one of her bags. She slipped one into each of the cups of the corset and stood back to examine the results.

"Not too shabby."

I reached up and squeezed my new fake breasts through the corset.

"Since you will be wearing stockings for the party you should start getting used to them. You will have to learn how to put them on yourself so pay attention."

My mother, Rebecca although most people call her Becky, is in her early forties but still has a spectacular body. I've never fantasized about her before but it would be impossible for a teenage boy not to notice that she is hot even though she is my mom. She is pretty tall, about 5'8", with long blonde hair with light brown highlights. Her large breasts were showing signs of her age and had developed a slight sag. She often wore dresses around the house and I suspected that she rarely wore a bra, although I didn't spend much time thinking about it either way. That day she was wearing a long thin dress that covered her almost to the floor. It was light green with a peach and brown tropical print. The top of her dress revealed the swell of her breasts and had a ruffled trim below the neck.

"You should sit down to make it easier."

I took a seat on the corner of my bed while she searched through the bags. She took out two small packages and handed one to me. It was a pair of sheer black thigh high stockings. She took hers out of the packaging and told me to pay attention. She reached behind her head and tugged on the spaghetti strap that held her dress up.

"Since it's just us girls here." She gave me a devious wink before releasing her dress. It fluttered to the ground landing in a heap at her feet and in an instant my mother was standing before me wearing nothing but a pair of small red panties. She leaned forward and stepped into one of the stockings. Her breasts fell away from her body and rocked back and forth as she pulled it up her leg smoothing it out as she went.

"See, the trick is to bunch it all up before you step into it. And be very careful, these are delicate and will rip easily." She stepped into the second one just as easily as the first and pulled it up her leg in one motion.

"That's it, now your turn."

I expected her to put her dress back on but when I saw that she wasn't moving I pulled my stockings out of the package. I tried to follow everything that she did and managed to pull both of them up my legs.




A Helping Hand



"Not bad for your first time. You have a week to practice and I expect you to be a pro at this. Now come over here and I'll help you with the rest of it."

I stood back up and noticed how the breeze from my slight motion felt against my stocking covered legs. The soft breeze felt incredible against my smooth skin and caused penis to stick straight out.

Looking down at my cock my mother said "Now, that is going to be a problem."

She fished around in her bags again and pulled out something small and walked over to me. Again, she crouched down in front of me and pulled a pair of black satin panties up my legs. When she reached my waist she took my penis in her hand and did her best to stuff it into the panties. Between the silky material of the panties against my skin and her hands on my cock it was enough to make me explode right into the panties. I thought that she would be mad, but I felt her hand slowly stroke the length of my cock while my cock filled the panties with cum.

Looking up at me she asked in a gentle tone "Does that feel better honey?"

I was so embarrassed all I could do was nod. I watched as my mother wiped up my cum with her hand and licked it off of her fingers. My mouth dropped at the sight and she stood back up.

"You look surprised, it's just cum. Don't tell me you've never tasted your cum before."

Still at a loss for words I shook my head.

"I thought teenage boys did all sorts of things like that. Here." My mother reached down and pushed her hand into my panties, wiping up more of my cum, and brought her hand to my mouth. My mouth still hung open in shock as her outstretched finger slowly brushed against my lower lip as it pushed further into my mouth. Instinctively I closed my lips around my mother's finger and licked my cum off of her. The taste is hard to describe but it was very salty with a heavy musky flavor. It didn't taste bad, but it didn't taste like anything I had ever had before.

She pulled her finger from my mouth and asked "Well?"

"ummm..."

"That wasn't so bad was it?"

"I guess not."

"It's a good thing I bought you other panties, but don't go doing that in every pair of panties you have. This is why you need to practice before the party. You need to look and feel like a natural girl if you are going to pull it off."

"I understand. I'll do anything you say mom."

"Now take off those dirty panties and put on a fresh pair."

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the panties and slid them down my legs. I picked them up off the floor and curiously looked at the crotch of panties that was still covered in my cum.

"It's ok honey, I won't tell anyone if you want to take another taste."

I can't say that I liked the taste of my cum at first, but I was intrigued. I pulled the panties to my mouth and licked the silky fabric until my tongue was covered in my sticky cum. For some reason the taste was exciting to me. I might have been partly because my gorgeous half naked mother was goading me to eat it but I slowly started to enjoy the taste as it lingered on my lips. My mother handed me another pair of panties and I pulled them up my legs. Once again, she pushed her hand into the front of my panties and grabbed my cock. This time she pushed my penis against my body and between my legs. She was somewhat forceful, but not enough to hurt.

"See, you need to tuck it between your legs otherwise you won't really look like a girl. You have a lot to practice young woman..."

My mother took my hand and pressed it against the crotch of her panties. She held it there for a few moments before gently rubbing my hand across the thin silky fabric that covered her pussy. I could feel the heat of her body through the material and thought that I heard a soft moan escape her lips at the intimate contact.

"This is how it should feel. Isn't that nice?"

"Yes, you feel very soft."

She let go of my hand but I lingered pushing it against her body a little more firmly before she broke the silence.

"It feels so soft because I shave every day. See."

She pushed the waistband of her panties down exposing her bare pussy. I had never seen a pussy before and was mesmerized by the gentle slope of her mound and the small nub of skin protruding above her slit. She must have noticed me staring and again pushed my hand against her crotch. This time I could feel the contours of her soft skin against me. I couldn't believe how soft she was. I took my time gently caressing my mother's pussy and noticed that she moved her legs apart ever so slightly to allow me better access. While rubbing her I felt my fingers getting moist and realized that she must be getting wet. I was thrilled that my hand was getting her so excited. I pushed my luck and pressed my finger against her slit and felt it slide between the moist folds of her pussy. My mother gasped as my finger brushed against the entrance to her pussy and she abruptly took a half step back. I could hear her panting heavily as I watched her chest rising and falling with each breath. I turned my attention to my hand, my finger was covered in her juices. I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled her aroma before licking my finger. My mother stood frozen with her panties stretched across her hips watching me lick her pussy juices off of my finger. Her juices tasted very different from mine. Hers was much sweeter and almost floral. I was intrigued by my taste, but I was immediately hooked on hers.

"mmmm..." I smiled at her as I moaned in satisfaction.

Seeming somewhat embarrassed she pulled up her panties and then stepped back towards me and showed me how to clip the garter straps to the tops of the stockings and then pulled out a pair of high heels.

"This is going to be the trickiest part for you. Some women take years to be comfortable in heels, so you will need to wear these at all times around the house."

I slipped my feet into the heels and they were a perfect fit. My mother held me by my arm to help me balance as I took my first tentative steps. I was surprised how difficult it was to walk in them. Women make it look so easy. I was determined to get the hang of it so I slowly walked around my room. I gained confidence with every step and eventually my mother let go of my arm.

"Very good. With practice you will be a natural I can tell."

Next, my mother pulled out a wig and spent a few minutes adjusting it and securing it to my hair with bobby pins. My new straight hair was dark brown and fell down between my shoulder blades. It felt weird having so much hair and I gave my head a few twists causing it to swoosh around me. But I didn't have much time to enjoy my new hair when my mom spoke up again.

"Now for the finishing touch. Let's go up to my room and do your makeup. It's very important that you pay attention for this part because you will need to be able to do your makeup all on your own."

My mother picked up her dress and pulled it over her head. With a quick tie of the strap her body was once again covered. She led me from my room to hers slowly as I struggled in the heels. She sat me down at her vanity and over the course of the next hour I got my first lesson in makeup. She plucked my eyebrows into a thin tapered line and showed me how to curl my eye lashes. She taught me about foundation and blush. When she was finished I was astonished that I looked like a real girl. My mother gave me a little color in my cheeks with a light blush. My blue eyes were accented by a soft layer of eye shadow that faded into my skin tone and my lips looked more pronounced with a pale pink color that gently shimmered under the lights of her vanity.

I walked over to her body length mirror and admired her work. I twisted and turned to see myself from every angle and was amazed at my transformation. The heels gave my legs a much more feminine shape. The corset was already forcing my body into more of an hourglass shape and combined with my new breasts made me look like a knockout.

"Pretty good, huh?"

"Wow mom, this is incredible. I don't even recognize myself."

"That's the point. Now all you have to do is practice walking around dressed like a girl and learn how to do you our makeup."

"We just might pull this off after all." I said with a smile as I ogled myself in the mirror.

"I don't know how I missed it, but you need to work on your voice too!"

"You're right." Thankfully, I've always been good with voices. I cleared my throat and said "How does sound?"

"Hmmm... Good, but not great. I think you should spend as much time as you can this week practicing your voice too."

"Ok, I'll get it."

"Since this is only for the next week I thought it would be silly to buy you dresses when you can just borrow mine. We are about the same size after all. Why don't you grab something from my closet we have somewhere to go."

"You want me to go out like this?"

"Of course! You need to practice and we have things to do, now hurry up and pick something out."

My mother had a massive walk-in closet that was the size of a small apartment. I was overwhelmed when I walked in the first time. I felt foolish that I never thought to borrow some of her silky lingerie before. This was the mother lode. She had two full racks filled with silk nighties and negligees. Some of them were full length gowns while others were much shorter. I reached out and brushed my hand across the wall of soft fabric. I could already feel my cock stirring in my panties as I looked through my mother's lingerie. Next to the racks of lingerie were a stack of drawers. One of them was partially open and I saw that it was filled with her panties. Nervously I pulled it open further and let my hand explore the soft pile of underwear rolling the fabric between my fingers. I heard footsteps behind me and quickly pushed the drawer closed.

"Come on, we don't have all day. You can go shopping later."

She walked over to a rack that was filled with dresses and pulled one out.

"Try this on."

She handed me a light summer dress in a floral print. It fit perfectly and the shoulder straps covered the straps of the corset. In an instant I was transformed from a lingerie-clad vixen to the girl next door.

"What a good fit! It's like we're sisters!" My mom shouted with a devilish smile.

I followed her down to the car and managed to avoid killing myself in the heels. I was very cautious with the stairs at first but slowly my balance was improving which allowed me to keep up with my mom as we walked through the house. We drove into town and got a quick lunch before going to a tanning salon. My mom made arrangements for me to get a weekly package telling the woman at the counter that she wanted me to be as dark as possible. She waited for me in the front of the store while I was led to a room in the back. I was given a little mesh hat to put my hair in and carefully undressed myself. I found a zipper hidden in the seam on the side of the corset and felt a wave of relief when I took it off. I stripped down to my panties and got into the tanning bed. After my time was up I looked myself over in the mirror and noticed a hint of color already. I took my time getting ready, trying to remember how to put everything on. I met my mother in the front room where she complimented me on my new color.

We went out for an early dinner at a cafe and I continued practicing my new voice. It was hard for me to remember to always use my feminine voice but after an hour or two it was coming more naturally. After eating, we went to a salon and got our nails done. My mother chose a deep red for herself and a soft pink tone for me. In addition to getting our nails done she asked them to pierce my ears. I was left with two small gold studs and was told not to take them out for two weeks. After all of the pampering we went back home. It was getting late and my father would be getting home soon so my mother took me up to her room. She led me back to her vanity and showed me how to remove my makeup before telling me to pick out a night gown from her closet. After ten minutes alone cataloguing her entire wardrobe of lingerie she joined me and began getting ready for bed herself. My mom tugged on the strap of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She spent a minute walking around her closet in her panties putting away her dress and jewelry. I was torn between watching my nearly naked mother gracefully float around the room with her breasts swaying at every move and focusing my attention on her endless collection of sexy underwear. I was in heaven. My mother walked over to the rack in front of me and slipped her panties off. She pulled out a shiny black chemise with a lace trim. I watched intently as she lifted it above her head arching her back and pushing her breasts out towards me. My eyes drifted down to her bald pussy tucked neatly between her legs as the silky material fell into place ending just beyond her crotch with a small slit up on side of the front exposing her leg up to her waist. She looked like a goddess and I felt honored to be under her guidance.

"You look like you're having a hard time deciding."

She flipped through the hangars on the rack and pulled out a little outfit for me. The outfit she picked for me was a two piece. The top was a short silky shirt that tied up in the back and left my midriff exposed. The bottom was a pair of high cut silky boy shorts that barely covered my ass. The outfit was black with little red and white hearts all over them. She helped me out of my clothes and into her lingerie. Watching my mother move around in her chemise and feeling the silky material against my skin made me rock hard again and the boy shorts that I wore did nothing to constrain my cock. The head of my penis proudly projected out of one the leg openings and pushed the silky material away from my body. Taking my penis in her hand she said.

"Remember you need to keep this tucked between your legs at all times. I don't care how excited you get you must always play the part."

It didn't help my situation that my mother was slowly stroking my cock as she scolded me.

"I'm starting to think that you like playing dress up. Is that right?"

I nodded weakly.

"Well, since you've been such a good girl today."

I watched in disbelief as my mother knelt down and began stroking me faster. My eyes followed her down and she looked up at me with a wicked smile before she guided the tip of my cock towards her mouth. My body reeled as her warm wet lips first made contact with the tip of my cock. She kissed it and then opened her mouth wrapping her lips around my penis as she slowly pushed her head forward into my body. The warmth of her mouth encasing my cock was too much for me to handle and I grunted as my cock twitched releasing my cum into her mouth. She kept her mouth on my cock until I finished cumming and then stood back up. I watched as she swallowed my cum and then leaned in to me pressing her lips against mine. She tasted sweet like honey but I could also taste my own musky cum on her lips. After a brief kiss she pulled back and told me to go to bed. I gathered up my clothes and headed back to my room. As I walked through the bedroom I heard her call back to me.

"Don't forget these" She stood in the doorway to her closet with her arm outstretched and the panties she had been wearing earlier dangling from her finger.

Still wearing my heels I walked back to her as quickly as I could and took the panties from her. I felt her staring at me as I left her room. Back in my bedroom I dropped my clothes on the floor and held her panties up to my face inhaling her aroma again. My head spun as I pressed the soft material to my face. I kicked off the heels and slipped into bed where I fell asleep with the crotch of my mother's panties pressed against my face.

The next day I was awoken by my mother standing over my bed. The smile on my mother's face reminded me that I still had her panties pressed against my nose. I snatched them away and tucked them under the covers, but it was too late and I felt my face redden.

"Rise and shine honey." My mother's voice was soft and chipper.

I pulled the blanket off of me and sat on the edge of my bed. I saw that my mother has already layed out an outfit for me to wear. There was a fresh pair of black panties, the same corset and stockings, and a pink polka dot dress. She told me to get dressed and then watched as I applied my makeup. She gave me tips along the way and then told me that I was on my own today because she had more errands to run for the party. She reminded me to go to the tanning salon and gave me a short grocery list. Before she left she again tightened my corset until I felt like it was almost too tight. I looked in the mirror and marveled at how my figure was even more feminine than the day before.

After she left I decided to spend the morning out in the sun by the pool. Since I was instructed to leave the corset on all day I only took off my dress and napped in a lounge chair for most of the morning. I made my tanning session and stopped by the grocery store, all the while practicing my new voice. By the end of the day I found that I could easily speak like a girl without even thinking about it. When I got home the day was almost gone but my parents were still out so I went up to their room and went through my mom's makeup in her vanity. I sampled her different perfumes until I found one that I liked and sprayed it on my neck. The feminine scent gave me goosebumps as I admired myself in the mirror. I was experimenting with different colors of lipstick when I heard her come in. She seemed to revel in the fact that I was taking my role so seriously. She told me that my father was taking her out for the night and she needed to get ready. She started to take off her clothes while asking me about my day. I watched as she stripped off her clothes and darted around the room naked. She emerged from her closet wearing a bra and matching panties and shooed me away from her vanity so that she could do her makeup and told me to pick out another nightie to wear. I was again lost in her vast collection and was once again drawn to her panty drawer. I opened a different drawer this time and carefully examined every piece of underwear she had. When I reached the bottom of the drawer my hand hit something hard and I pulled it out curiously.

I had found my mother's vibrator. It never occurred to me that she would have a sex toy, but my cock instantly sprang to attention. I licked the end of it and found that it tasted just like her juices did the day before. I heard her walk into the closet and turned around trying to hide her vibrator behind my back. She knew what I had in my hand and walked right up to me pulling it from my hand.

"So, you found my little friend. Boy's aren't the only ones who play with themselves you know. I haven't played with this in a long time." Her voice trailed off as she said that.

My mother walked over to the plush chair in the corner of her closet and sat down with her legs spread wide apart. She pushed the front of her panties to the side and I heard a sharp inhale as she pushed the tip of her vibrator against her pussy. She rubbed it up and down the length of her pussy before twisting the end of it. I watched as she plunged her toy deep into her wet pussy. I walked over to her to get a closer look and could hear the sound of the suction caused by her fucking herself. Suddenly she pulled it out and turned it off.

"There's no time for this now. I'm already running late." She handed me her vibrator and said "Put this back where you found it and pick out any nightie you want. You should take these too." She stepped out of her panties and handed them to me too. My mother grabbed a slinky red cocktail dress and pulled it over her head. She took a pair of red high heels and left for dinner without putting on another pair of panties. My heart was pounding as I held her vibrator in one hand and her dripping wet panties in my other. I took off my dress and slipped out of my panties, replacing them with her wet ones. I tucked my cock into the moist fabric and rubbed myself while I licked my mother's juices off of her vibrator. I came right away filling her panties with my cum. I was so worked up that I sat down in her chair until I calmed down. I took off her panties carefully making sure not to spill any of my cum on her floor. I watched myself in her mirror dressed in my black and pink corset as I lapped up the mixture of my cum and her juices from her panties. I was amazed at how hot I looked in my new costume and was getting turned on watching myself. After I cleaned up her panties I picked out a sheer green chemise with matching panties and carefully removed my makeup before retiring to my room. I again fell asleep with her panties pressed against my face.




A Helping Hand



I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of a door slamming. I heard muffled sounds coming from the hallway and realized that my parents must have come home from their date. I spent the next 20 minutes unsuccessfully trying to get back to sleep when I heard the phone ring and then my parents door open.

"I've got to get back to the restaurant, they found my wallet." My father's voice echoed through the hallway.

My mother called after him "You can't leave me like this."

"I'll be right back. We can pick up where we left off."

Moments later I heard his car driving off. Since I was unable to get back to sleep I let my curiosity get the better of me and decided to take a look in the hallway. I slowly opened my door, a crack at first, and poked my head around the door to find my parents doorway mostly open and their light on. From the distance it was hard to be sure but it looked like my mother was in bed making noises. I wondered why she didn't close her door so I crept down the hallway to see if everything was ok. To my surprise I found my mother naked in bed blindfolded with her arms and legs tied to the bed posts. I watched her naked body writhing in bed struggling against the restraints. My weight must have shifted causing the floor to creak. Suddenly my mom stopped moving and turned her head in my direction trying to listen for more noise. At this point I figured that she knew that someone was there and with the blindfold on she couldn't be sure if it was my father or not. Boldly, I walked into her room. She could hear me approaching and her head followed my every footstep until I reached the bottom of her bed. I paused for a minute to take in the sight of my mother's naked body. Her legs were splayed apart giving me a full view of her pussy. Slowly I moved towards the bed and crawled between her legs. I could hear her breathing as I inched closer to her. By the time that my face was level with her thighs I could smell the distinct aroma of her wet pussy. I slid my arms under her body grabbing her ass in my hands. On my knees I pulled her body up bringing her glistening pussy up to my face. I took my time basking in her aroma at first before I slowly stretched my tongue out making contact with the soft folds of her pussy. Her body twitched in my arms as my tongue pressed against her flesh. I delicately licked the sweat from between her legs and then I pushed my whole tongue against her dragging it gently across the length of her pussy. Her hips bucked grinding her pussy into my face. I lapped up her sweet juices causing her to moan louder with every lick. I increased my pace until I felt my jaw getting tired and decided to push my tongue inside of her tight pussy. Feeling her clit pressed against my nose I shook my head from side to side rubbing it while I forced my tongue deeper into her. Her moans were getting louder until her body tensed up and she screamed. I held her tight against my face as her body convulsed beneath me. I knew that she was cumming and eagerly lapped up her juices while she slowly regained her composure. After several minutes of gently licking her pussy I heard the front door close and knew that my father must be home. I gave her one last lick before fleeing to my room. My heart was racing as I lay in bed thinking about what my father was about to do to her.

The next morning I was again awoken by my mother standing over my bed. She was wearing a bright pink sheer babydoll that didn't even cover her silk pink panties. I could clearly see her hard nipples through the thin material and notice that she was wearing a pair of silver high heels. Needless to say, she looked spectacular. She never wore stuff like this around the house before and I was starting to suspect that she was beginning to enjoy putting on a show for me.

"Well, I hope you slept well last night." She said with a smirk. I figured that she must have known it was me who ate her pussy but she didn't say anything about it.

"I.. uhhh..."

"Why don't you shower and then get yourself dressed. Don't you have class today?"

"Class? I can't go to class like this!"

"I thought freshmen classes were in lecture halls. Nobody will notice a new student in such a big room, and besides you can't afford to get bad grades young woman."

I got a little rush every time she called me that.

"I guess you're right."

"Well, you'd better hurry so you're not late. I'll get an outfit ready for you." I watched the sheer material swoosh across her tight ass as she walked out of my bedroom.

I hurried off to the shower and gave myself a quick shave remembering to use the scented lotion all over my body after I was done. Every day I noticed that my skin was getting softer and softer from the lotion. My mother had set out a whole outfit for me to wear to school in my room. She picked out a tight black strapless top with a built in bra. Below the bra, the material was sheer and clung to my body leaving my midriff exposed. She had taken the liberty to attach a pair of fake breasts to the bra so that they wouldn't fall out. The top was paired with a floral print chiffon skirt that ended several inches above my knees, a bright red belt, and a pair of bright red high heels. After getting dressed I went down to my mom's room to do my makeup and found her waiting for me.

"What do you think?"

"I like it, but you didn't give me any panties."

"I almost forgot, why don't you wear these?" My mother, who was still wearing the same pink babydoll lifted up the hem and slipped out of her panties before signaling me to come over to her. She knelt before me as I stepped into her panties. She slid them up my legs and tucked my cock into the front panel. I had never worn a thong before and at first it was a little uncomfortable, but I quickly adapted to having something pressed between my ass cheeks. After she took her hand out of the panties and straightened my skirt I could still feel the warmth of her body from her panties pressed against my cock. She sat me down and instead of the pink lipstick applied a hot red color that matched the outfit and showed me how to style my hair up. After she finished I looked at the clock and realized that I had to run in order to make it to class on time. My mom offered me a ride so I grabbed my books and we headed to campus in a hurry. I was getting very confident walking in heels and enjoyed the attention that my new look was receiving. Other guys were openly leering at me as I walked to class. I loved every second of it.

In class I took a seat at the back of the room and tried to draw as little attention to myself as possible. I noticed that the guy next to me was spending more time looking at me than at the professor. One time I caught him looking and he flashed me a quick smile before turning away. He wrote something on a slip of paper and pushed it towards me. The note said that his name was Tom and asked what mine was. Up until this point I hadn't given any thought to coming up with a name for myself and wrote Alicia. He passed it back a minute later. It said that I was very pretty and asked if I wanted to get a coffee after class. Even though I felt pretty, I was taken by surprise to have someone else tell me that. I was flattered and felt my face get flush. I pushed back the note saying yes. Another minute passed when I felt his hand touching mine. He took my hand in his opened it up placing the piece of paper in my palm before folding my hand over it. He held my hand in his for what felt like an eternity. His hands were warm and strong against my soft skin. For some reason my heart was beating faster and I felt my penis respond to his touch. While I loved the feeling of dressing up like a woman I never entertained the thought of being with a guy. Suddenly my head was swimming with a combination of lust and confusion. I turned to Tom and looked into his eyes. I had never thought to consider if another guy was good looking or not before, but I decided that Tom was cute and smiled at him. I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. After a few more minutes I looked down at the note in my hand and read it. It said that her couldn't wait to have coffee with the most beautiful girl on campus. My head swooned.

Class went on for another 15 minutes and Tom took me to the only coffee shop on campus. We sat at a small table and chatted while nursing our drinks. I was falling naturally into my role and was enjoying it more and more as I progressed. I was having such a good time that I didn't want it to end. He asked if he could walk me to my car, but I told him that would have to call for a ride. Being a gentleman he offered to drive me. I noticed his eyes glued to my legs the entire drive back to my house and decided to give him a little kiss thanking him for the ride. I spent the whole ride working up the courage and when we were finally parked I looked into his eyes and leaned into him. He got my signal and pressed his lips against mine. Up until that time, the only kiss I had ever had was with my mother. Tom's lips were very different than hers. His were not as soft and didn't taste the same but I felt my heart pounding in my chest. My instincts took over and I leaned further into him putting my hand around the back of his neck pulling him into me. He reached out and touched my legs. My body melted at the touch of his skin against mine. He caressed my bare skin and slowly moved up my thigh. Suddenly I realized that I couldn't let him go much further. I had to stop him but I didn't know how. Thinking quickly I moved my hand down to his crotch and rubbed his cock through his pants. I worked on his zipped and pulled his pants open. Once his penis was out and in my hand his hand fell off my thigh. It worked! His hard cock felt hot in my hand as I slowly stroked him. I sat there staring at his cock, not fully believing what I was doing, and watched as I jerked him off. After a minute of stroking him I felt his hand on the back of my head pushing me gently forward. I didn't resist and soon found my face inches away from the tip of his throbbing penis. I could see a drop of pre-cum dripping out of the tip as I moved closer. My hand continued to stroke the base of his cock as my lips made contact. I felt the heat of his penis against my tongue as I wrapped my lips around him. His pre-cum tasted salty and very different from my cum but not necessarily in a bad way. I was intrigued by the different flavor. His hand nudged the back of my head again pushing my mouth further down the length of his cock. My tongue traced the veins that ran down the length of his hard cock as I slowly took his entire penis into my mouth. The tip of his cock pushed against the back of my throat causing me to have a slight gag reflex until I pulled my head back up his length. I stopped when my lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock again. I repeated my motion up and down slowly until I got the hang of it and began working on his cock faster. My hand moved down and massaged his hairy balls while I fucked him with my mouth. He began moaning softly and then I felt him adjusting himself in his seat. I suspected that he was getting ready to cum and pushed his cock deep into my mouth while I pulled on his balls. His cock throbbed in my mouth as it exploded against the back of my throat. I didn't know what to expect as his cock gushed it's hot sticky cum into me. I tried to swallow it as it came but it was too much for me. I felt it dripping out of my mouth and down my chin until finally I felt his cock softening in my mouth. I pulled my head up and wiped the cum from my chin licking my finger clean with a little giggle. I leaned over and kissed him again. Aware that my mouth was still filled with his cum I pushed my tongue past his lips and made love to his mouth. I felt his hand moving up my thigh again and pushed him off me. I gave him a wicked smile and asked for his number before getting out of the car and running up to my house.

I ran into my mother in the kitchen. She asked how class was and then hinted that she noticed the car out front was sitting there for an awful long time but she didn't see anyone in the passenger seat. She walked over to me and said that it was nice that I made a new friend and then the icing on the cake, she reached out and rubbed her finger along my chest. Apparently some of his cum dripped off my chin and landed there. My mother took her finger to her mouth and licked it off. With a smile she told me that she was proud of her little girl and left to do some shopping.

I had the rest of the afternoon to myself and decided to get some sun by the pool before I went to the tanning salon. Laying out in the sun I went through the events of the day in my head. I was still amazed at my rapid transformation into a woman. The taste of Tom's cum was still in my mouth. I heard a noise on the far side of the yard and say that one of the gardeners was ogling me. He had a dopey grin on his face as he openly leered at my body sprawled out on the lounge chair. I pretended to sleep so that he could get a good show and slowly moved my legs so that my skirt rose up. I hoped that he could see my red panties from where he was and hoped that he didn't notice my growing bulge. Still pretending to be unaware of his presence I moved my hand up my thigh pulling my skirt with it. I let my hand drift across my crotch and began rubbing myself. I could see through half closed eyes that he was enjoying my performance. I thought of Tom's hard cock in my mouth while I rubbed myself through my mom's silky panties. As my cock grew harder and began to stretch out the front of the panties into my hand I felt the strap of the thong pulling against my ass. For some reason I enjoyed the feeling of the fabric rubbing against my sensitive asshole and rubbed myself harder until I came in my mom's panties. After cumming I stood up and adjusted my skirt. I flashed the gardener a smile and walked back to the house as if nothing had happened. I made my appointment and noticed that my tan was rapidly growing darker. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. My mom knew exactly what she was doing.

That night I had a simple dinner at the house with my mother and then she helped me get ready for bed again. My mother picked out a floor length leopard print night gown for me to wear with matching panties. Before I left she again gave me the panties that she had worn that day. I spent the night reveling in the feeling of the soft fabric draped across my naked body and my mom's worn panties pressed against my face.

The next morning my mother woke me up as usual. She stood over me wearing a sheer black bustier and a pair of black satin panties. She instructed me to get ready and meet her in her room. My morning routine was getting quicker every day. All she had laid out for that morning was the corset, a pair of panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings. This time the panties were a g-string. I was starting to enjoy the feeling of something rubbing against my asshole all day long and looked forward to the new style. I found her in her closet sitting in her chair with her legs spread apart plunging her vibrator into her wet pussy. She acted surprised to see me so soon, but I suspected that she planned for me to see her like that. She left the vibrator inside of herself while she told me how well I was coming along and that she was very proud of me.

"Now that you've caught me, I guess it's only fair that you show me what you do when you're all alone." She said with a smile.

I stammered, not knowing what to say.

"I guess you probably want these first." She slid her panties off and tossed them at me hitting me in the face. I caught them before they hit the floor and felt the dampness in my hand. I pressed her panties to my nose and inhaled her sweet aroma. My mother moved her hand back to her vibrator and began slowly fucking herself again.

"Does this make you horny?"

I nodded

"Why don't you show me what you do when you're horny."

I reached down and began rubbing myself though the panties that I wore.

"Show me" She insisted.

I pushed the panties to the side releasing my rock hard cock. I stroked my cock while watching my mother fuck herself faster and faster.

"Use my panties"

I got the hint and wrapped her silk panties around my cock and began stroking again. The soft fabric rubbing against my cock felt incredible. I watched as my mother's breathing increased and her body heaved in the chair as she brought herself to a climax filling the room with the small of her sex. I leaned my head back as my cock exploded into her panties. A smile spread across my mother's face as my cock shot ribbons of cum into her panties and onto her floor. My pumping slowed until the last burst of cum fell to the floor.

"I thought you liked the taste." She said mischievously.

I pulled her panties up to my mouth and licked them clean. I could still taste her juices mixed with mine. She was such a tease.

"Very good, now come over here so I can tighten you up."

I walked over to her and turned around. She tightened the corset again until I could barely breathe. She turned away and picked out another light summer dress for me and told me to put my makeup on. After getting ready she told me that she was going out again for the day. I didn't have any classes that day so I had the whole morning to kill until my tanning session. I decided to lounge by the pool again but made sure to stay in my corset to work on my figure. I chose a chair in a sunny spot and took off my dress. I laid out in my corset, stockings, panties and heels, thoroughly enjoying the femininity of the outfit. After an hour I hear a noise and opened my eyes a slit to see that the same gardener from the day before was again watching me. He must have thought I was crazy to lay out dressed like that but I guess it was much less revealing than a bikini. Just like the day before I pretended not to notice that I was being watched and I seductively moved around in the lounge chair giving him a good view of my panties. After a while I began to rub my legs and thighs before working my way up to my panties. But all that time in the sun had made me thirsty so I interrupted the show to get myself a drink in the house. I stood up and looked right at the gardener before I spoke.

"It's hot out here. I'm going inside to get a drink, do you want one?" I asked as casually as I could as if I didn't catch him watching me rubbing myself.

He slowly nodded and I signaled for him to follow me inside. I took a moment to look him over and liked what I saw. He was about six feet tall, blond and his shirtless chest was drenched in sweat. I decided not to put my dress back on and walked back to the house in my corset. He followed me into the house and watched as I poured two glasses of water. I walked over to him handing him his glass. He took a sip and set it on the counter. I set mine down too and then moved closer to him putting my hands on his hot sweaty chest. My knees weakened as I drew my hands across his muscles. I couldn't believe how hard his chest was. I felt my cock straining again my panties pulling the string further into my ass exciting me even more. It didn't take me long until I was unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down to the floor. I grabbed his hard cock in my hand as I knelt down before him like my mother had done for me. I examined every contour of his sweaty cock before I brought it to my lips. The saltiness of his sweat filled my senses and overwhelmed me. It felt so raw and sexy to be sucking on the cock of the help. I felt like a princess dressed in lingerie taking advantage of a servant. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock as I lowered my mouth down onto him. His cock was much thicker than Tom's was and I struggled to get it all in without choking but I was determined to make it work. I was developing a good rhythm when I felt his hand on my shoulder. It felt like he was pulling me up away from his cock. Shocked I wondered if I did something wrong. I looked into his eyes as I stood up. He reached for my crotch but I pulled back knowing that I couldn't let him touch me.




A Helping Hand



I shook my head and said "Not today, I'm sorry."

"I understand" She smiled at me and turned me around. I saw him reach for the hand lotion that my mom kept on the counter and felt him push me forward bending me over. I reached out and held on to the edge of the counter as his hand pulled the g-string out of my ass. I felt a wave of pleasure through my body as a cold finger pressed against the opening to my asshole. He rubbed lotion against me and then pushed his finger inside of me. I made a sharp inhale as his finger first entered me and felt my sphincter contracting around him. He slowly moved his finger around inside of me wiggling it back and forth until I felt my sphincter relaxing. He pulled his finger out and then I felt something much warmer pressing against me. He grabbed me by my waist and I braced myself as he pushed forward slowly as the tip of his cock breached my virgin asshole. His cock was much bigger than his finger and his hard cock spread me apart as he slid deeper into me. His cock pushing inside of me hurt at first, but the pain was quickly replaced by a feeling of total ecstasy. My whole body shuddered when I felt his hips pressed against my ass and I realized that his cock was fully buried inside of me. He paused for a moment with his hard cock throbbing deep inside of my ass before he slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was still in me. He pushed back into me slowly at first but he eventually moved faster and harder as he fucked my ass. The sound of his bare skin slapping against mine filled the room. He didn't fuck me gently, he fucked me hard like a wild animal and I loved it. I was being used like a little slut and I felt like a real woman for the first time. I held on tight as he pounded his hard cock into me. I arched my back and looked up only to see my mother standing in the doorway watching me get fucked by the gardener. She leaned against the doorway and looked pleased with what she saw. Before I knew it I felt his body crash into mine as his cock expanded inside of me shooting his hot cum deep into me. His juices pushed deeper inside of me than I ever thought was possible. Each blast of cum from his cock filled my insides more and more. After he finished he slowly pulled his cock from me causing his hot cum to drip out of my asshole and down my leg into a puddle on the floor. I suddenly felt an incredible emptiness as I stood bent over the kitchen counter basking in the glow of what just happened to me enjoying the fact that I had an audience too. I heard him zip his pants and then step back outside. I was still trying to catch my breath when my mother walked over to me.

"That's the problem with fucking the help. Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am. No romance!"

She reached over and grabbed a paper towel to wipe up his cum dripping down my leg. I couldn't move.

"Well, it looks like you're one of us now!" My mom said cheerily.

"Oh my god" I finally managed to get out.

"Not bad for your first time"

"Call me Alicia"

"Alicia..." The word hung in the air for a moment "...I like it. Why don't I give you a drive to your tanning appointment?"

"Ok, but I need to get my dress first."

"I'm going to go freshen up and I'll meet you at the car."

My mom gave me a little pat on my ass before leaving me to get my dress in the yard. I readjusted my g-string and slowly walked across the yard aware that the gardener was still watching me. When I reached the lounge chair I gave him a little wave and turned my back to him as I leaned over to get my dress. I bent over at my waist and watched him through my legs as I reached for my dress. I shook my hips a little as I stood back up and slowly walked back to the house. 

After the tanning session we went out for an early dinner where we ran into an old friend of my mom's. His name was Andrew. She introduced me as her friend Alicia and asked him to join us. After we sat down I excused myself because I felt more cum dripping out of my ass and wanted to clean up. Back at the table, we ordered and my mom and her friend caught up on old times. After dinner we were looking over the dessert menu when her friend surprised me by putting his hand on my knee. He gently massaged me under the table and slowly moved up my thigh. He played with the clip that held my garter belt to my stocking before moving up my bare skin closer to my little secret. Scared I put my hand on his and attempted to push him away. He was much stronger than me and his hand effortlessly proceeded up my inner thigh. As nervous as I was I was enjoying his warm hand against my thigh. His palm passed across the front of my panties and pressed against my cock. I knew that he would figure it out any second. I braced for him to start yelling or hit me but he kept rubbing me through my panties. His hand moved up and slid into the elastic waistband and his fingers wrapped around my cock. I pushed my seat back and spread my legs to allow him better access to my cock. He pulled it out of my panties right as the waiter returned to our table. My mom's friend didn't slow down as the waiter looked down and saw his hand pumping away at my cock that was sticking out from my dress. The expression on his face as he realized what was happening was classic. In horror he turned and quickly ran back into the kitchen. My head fell back and I closed my eyes panting as he pumped away at my cock in the middle of the restaurant. He kept stroking me as came. My first blast of cum shot up over the edge of the table and landed on my plate. The next shot hit the table cloth and the rest of my cum slowly leaked out all over his hand. He tucked me back into my panties and withdrew his hand wiping it clean with a napkin. My mother put a pile of cash, probably much more than the meal was worth, on the table and suggested that we leave. My mom's friend gave me a lingering kiss and we left.

On the way home I asked my mom about her friend.

"That was unexpected."

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's harmless."

"How did he know?"

"Well, he is a close friend. I tell him everything."

Back at the house we followed our normal routine and I picked out a thin silky nightie with matching panties. My mom gave me her damp panties and I fell asleep with them pressed against my face.

I awoke the next day with my mother standing over me wearing a red sheer bra and a matching pair of what appeared to be crotchless panties. Instead of a panel of fabric in the front there were two that were attached above her pussy with a little red satin heart. A hint of her flesh peaked through the fabric taunting me. I followed my normal routine and showered and dressed. I wore the same corset that my mother again tightened, further enhancing my figure. She picked out a red thong, a short leopard print miniskirt, and a sheer black button down blouse that left my corset clearly visible. My mother was clearly in a hurry to get her errands finished for the day and dropped me off on campus. We agreed to meet in front of the coffee shop at 2pm after my classes were finished. The morning was a blur as I was overwhelmed by the attention my outfit drew. Every single guy that saw me openly stared as I walked across campus. 

After my classes I waited at the designated spot, but realized that I still had about 15 minutes before she was supposed to arrive. I had noticed an adult bookstore down the street and decided to kill some time. The bookstore was as dark an quiet as I imagined. The racks were filled with magazines and videos covering every imaginable fetish. I slowly walked down the aisle looking at whatever caught my attention until I reached the back of the store. I saw that there was a dark hallway lined with about a dozen doors. The sign above the entryway read 'Viewing Booths' and another sign that said 'Show Room' pointed down another dark hallway that only had one door. Curious I decided to look into one of the viewing booths and found a room no bigger than a small closet with a coin operated TV on one wall and a floor to ceiling window on the adjacent wall. I wasn't interested in watching porn in a closet so I left and went down the other hallway. I walked though the door in the middle of the hallway and found a large semi-circle room. There were a few chairs and a couch against one wall and a table in the middle of the room. The table was littered with a variety of sex toys. Along the curved wall was a dozen floor to ceiling windows, which I figured represented each of the viewing booths. I walked into the show room closing the door behind me and examined the items on the table. There were a variety of dildos, vibrators, and different things with straps that I didn't recognize. Above each of the twelve windows was a small light, and I noticed that all but two of them were red. The other two were green. There was loud dance music playing in the room and I found myself dancing to the beat as I explored the room. I suspected that there were guys in the two booths with green lights on so I moved closer to those windows swaying my hips to the music. I decided to give a little show while waiting for my ride. I ran my hands across my body while dancing for the strangers behind the glass. I turned my back to them and bent over, lifting the back of my skirt up exposing the red thong tucked between my ass cheeks. When I turned around I saw that two other lights turned from red to green and I moved over to give them a better view. In the middle of the room I slowly unbuttoned my short while dancing seductively to the music. I heard the door behind me open as I dropped my shirt to the floor revealing my corset. I looked over my shoulder and saw my mother walking into the room. 

"I waited ten minutes for you little lady. I should have known better."

"I'm sorry."

"It's ok. I don't want to interrupt." 

As she finished her sentence I felt her hands slipping into the waistband of my skirt pushing it down to the floor. She reached around and rubbed my cock through my panties while I danced for the anonymous audience. A few more lights turned green. 

"Hold on" She whispered into my ear.

I watched as my mother unzipped her dress and let it drop to the ground. She walked over to the table wearing nothing but her see-through bra and crotchless panties.

"Come over here Alicia." She said while holding something up.

"Turn around and bend over" 

With my back to the glass panels she knelt behind me and pulled off my panties before she began strapping something around my waist. It was a harness for a strap-on, but there was no strap-on. My mother arranged it so that my hard cock was sticking through the opening as it I was wearing a strap-on dildo. After finishing with the harness she turned me around to face my audience and wrapped her mouth around my cock. I looked down and saw her hand between her legs while she began sucking my cock in front of twelve strange men. After a minute of licking my cock she stood up, the thick smell of her dripping pussy filled the room. She walked to the table and bent over it while spreading her legs. 

"So, are you going to fuck me or what?"

I ran over to her and with my hands on her hips I positioned my cock against her smooth wet pussy. Slowly I teased her by rubbing the tip of my cock along the outside of her pussy before I decided to enter her. I couldn't believe how incredible her warm wet pussy felt against my cock as I slide easily into her waiting body. I could barely control myself knowing that twelve strange men were jerking while watching me fuck my own mother. And with me dressed like a slut in my corset, stockings and high heels. My mother moaned as my cock pushed further into her.

"FUCK ME!!!"

I did as I was told and started to pump my cock into my mother's pussy as hard as I could. Her hips pushed back against me with every thrust. 

"DON'T STOP YOU FUCKING WHORE!"

I was too turned on to even hear what she was yelling as I fucked her. She began grinding her ass into me, working her hips from side to side. I couldn't take it anymore and felt my cock erupting inside of her.

"OH YES!!! FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!!"

And fill her I did. I don't think I've ever cum so much as when I fucker her that day. My cock pulsated inside of my mother's tight pussy as it released streams of my cum deep inside of her. After what felt like an hour of cumming I slowly pulled my cock out of her. After a moment she walked over to the couch and sat down with her legs spread apart. I could see my cum smeared across her pussy and dripping out from between her lips. She signaled me over.

"Now come over here and finish the job like you did the other night"

This was the first time that she acknowledged that I made her cum while she was tied up in her bedroom. I moved between her legs and knelt between them. She grabbed my head and forcefully pushed my face down onto her waiting pussy. I began licking up all of my cum what covered the outside of her pussy before I pushed my tongue between her lips. 

"OH YESSSS!!"

I pushed my tongue into her while I licked up the rest of my cum as it oozed out of her. Her thighs wrapped around my head and she draped her legs over my shoulders. Her body tensed up and I knew she was about to cum. I worked my tongue faster and faster until I felt her thighs tense up as she came into my mouth. Her juices mixed with mine as I drank every drop that flowed from her body. I kept licking her as her body relaxed beneath me.

"Very good" She purred. 

I laid my head down on her thigh while we caught our breath. It took a while before we could get back up, but eventually we dressed and left the adult bookstore. As soon as we were outside she agains acted like nothing had happened and casually suggested that we get a bite to eat. That night at home we followed our usual routine before bed. I wore a black satin teddy with matching panties and was again given her soaking wet panties to enjoy.

The next few days were mostly uneventful as the party approached. My mother was consumed with getting things organized and I had a heavy load of classes. Unfortunately, I didn't run into Tom again and I didn't even have time to sun bathe. The week flew by in a flash and suddenly it was the day of the big party. My father was out at the country club for most of the day, as usual, and my mother seemed very stressed out. I did what I could to help her out, but I mostly just got in the way. As the afternoon grew late she told me that it was time to get my uniform on. In her studio she ran around getting everything together. I stood on the pedestal naked ready for her to dress me. The french maid dress had a built in corset that was much more comfortable now that I had been practicing all week. She tied it up as tight as she could. She helped me into a pair of black silk thong panties and gave me a set of white thigh high stockings. She decided not to use a garter and got ones that would stay up on their own. The stockings each had a little black silk bow at the top that matched the rest of the uniform. After I had the stockings on she helped me into a crinoline skirt that fit under the skirt of the uniform. It pushed out the skirt around my waist exposing my legs almost completely up to my panties. She made sure to warn me that if I bent over everyone would be able to see my panties. My mother fastened a black satin choker around my neck with a small pearl pendant hanging from it. The final part of the uniform was a pair of impossibly high heels. I stumbled at first but quickly got used to the additional height. The top of the dress had a pair of false breasts attached to the inside and the dress was so tight against my body that there was no way to tell that they weren't real. After I was dressed my mother left me in the studio while she worked on getting things ready for the party. I spent the next half hour working on my makeup, using the same pink shimmery lipstick that my mother gave me the first day. I noticed a bottle of perfume and bathed myself in a mist of floral scented air. I was sitting at the vanity when I first noticed that I had nipples protruding from my dress. I peeked into my corset and saw that the fake breasts that my mom used had rock hard nipples. I was destined to spend the night walking around with an obvious sign of my arousal. My job wouldn't begin until the guests had arrived so I practiced walking around and bending over in front of the mirrors while I marveled at my sexy body. 

My mother eventually came to get me. "It's time honey. How do you feel?"

"I feel good mom, I think I can pull it off."

"I'm sure you can, but remember, I'm not your mom tonight. I'm your boss. Ok?"

"Ok"

"Now the first thing I need you to do is answer the door and take peoples coats. After everyone arrives you will report to the kitchen. They will show you what you need to know. It will just be walking around with a tray of appetizers most of the night. Every once in a while I need you to do a walkthrough of the party and clean up any napkins and empty glasses. Do you think you can handle it?"

"Don't worry about me. I've been practicing all week!"

"I know you have. One last thing, some of your father's friends can be real assholes. Don't worry about them; they usually don't get out of line unless they drink too much."

"Ok, I'll watch my back."

"People will start to arrive any minute, so I need you at the door. And before you go, I wanted to thank you again for helping me tonight."

"I'm happy to help." 

My mother gave me a little hug and then led me to the front door to begin my duties. We have a pretty big house, but it's on a huge property and my parents always invited a ton of people to their parties. As soon as I got to the door there was already a small crowd waiting with their coats. My mother had set up several wardrobe racks in the small sitting room off of the foyer for the coat room and I took the coats as people arrived and tried to neatly arrange them in the other room. Thankfully most of the guests didn't wear coats that night, since it was a warm night, because I must have counted well over a hundred people. After about an hour at the door the flood of people became a trickle. I didn't recognize most of the guests until Andrew arrived. My heart jumped as he walked past me into the house. 

"Well, hello Alicia. We meet again."

"Hello Andrew. May I take your coat?" I stammered

He held out his arms waiting for me to take his coat off for him. Stand behind him I reached around his waist and pulled his coat down his shoulders. I folded it across my arm to take it to the coat room but heard him follow me in. His arms swooped around my body and pulled me into him. The heat from his body radiated through his suit and washed over my trembling body. His left hand moved to cover my breast through my corset and his right hand traveled down my stomach until he ended up on my bare thigh. I was at his mercy as he explored my body. My cock grew harder as his hand caressed the soft skin of my inner thigh. I closed my eyes and leaned back into his chest giving myself to him. I felt his warm face against my neck as his hand moved up and enveloped my cock through my panties.

"You smell nice tonight Alicia." His lips rubbed against my neck as he spoke.

"uhhhhh...." A soft moan escaped my lips.

"I think that we're going to have a little fun tonight." 

I couldn't even think straight with his hands rubbing me and his lips pressed against my neck kissing me between his words. I nodded in response.

"These parties can get a little wild, do you think you're up to it?"

I didn't know what he meant but I nodded again.

His tongue traced a line up my neck to my ear lobe which he took into his teeth. He spun me around and looked into my eyes before leaning in and pushing his lips to mine. I involuntarily parted my lips as his tongue entered my mouth. Just as quickly, it was over and he let go of me. I stumbled back a little as he turned to leave. My heart was pounding and I was out of breath. I struggled to compose myself as I finished my job at the door.




A Helping Hand



After I was sure that nobody else was coming I went to the kitchen for my next job. My parents had designed the house knowing that they wanted to throw big parties and built a special kitchen off to the side of the house. Someone showed me how to hold the platter of appetizers and told me how to describe them. Each tray held about fifty little bites and after each was empty I went back for a refill. I noticed as I walked through the party that some of the men were staring and I made an effort to spend most of my time in their line of sight. I can't lie, it was hard work but I enjoyed the attention. I took advantage of my new audience when I did my first pass through the party to pick up garbage. I had a little bag to deposit napkins and empty cups into as I sashayed through the yard. I spotted several of the guys who had been leering earlier sitting by the pool. The table in front of them was filled with garbage and I made sure to bend at my waist as I cleaned so that they could see my chest. While I was bent over I saw that one of the straps on my shoe had come undone and lifted my foot onto the table before realizing that all three guys were now staring right at my panties. I didn't do it on purpose, but I was happy that I did. I leaned over to fix my shoe pretending to be unaware of the show that I was giving them. After fixing my shoe I looked up at the slack jawed men and blew them a kiss before turning back to the party. 

I continued through the yard until I came across Andrew. He acted as if he didn't know me and kept talking to his friend as I approached. He didn't acknowledge me until I was right in front of him. 

"Well hello"

"Hi" I said meekly, aware of my role.

Turning to his friend Andrew said "Not bad, huh?"

"What's your name, beautiful?"

"Alicia"

"Hi Alicia, my name is Andrew is this is my handsome friend Eric."

I turned to his friend and said hi with a little smile.

Andrew reached out and brushed my hair away from my face.

"You have very pretty eyes Alicia. Your boyfriend must be a lucky guy."

I blushed and said "I don't have a boyfriend."

"Well, I guess that makes us the lucky ones."

"I need to get back to the party before I get fired."

"Ok, well I hope we see more of you later." He said with a wink.

As I turned back to the party I noticed a napkin on the ground and with my back to Andrew and his friend I bent over to pick it up. I kept my legs straight knowing that my skirt was quickly rising over the curve of my ass revealing my thighs and my skimpy panties. I took my time and gave them a little shake of my ass before standing back up and disappearing into the crowd. 

The next few hours flew by. Occasionally a hand would slip under my skirt and caress my ass, but for the most part I didn't have any problems. There was so much work to do that I didn't have much time to tease the guests but I did my best to show off my body. Around midnight, the kitchen ran out of food and my job started getting much easier. I was doing another lap of the party when Andrew pulled me aside.

"So, do you want to have a little fun?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"You made quite an impression on my friend earlier. I told him that I would ask you if you were interested. So?"

"I'd like to, but I'm not sure. I don't want to get caught."

"Don't worry about it, I'll handle everything. I'll go set up the bedroom in the pool house, meet me there in twenty minutes."

"Ok"

My cock strained against my panties pulling my thong into my ass. I wasn't sure what to expect but I couldn't wait. I spent the next twenty minutes walking through the party in a haze of anxious anticipation. I could feel my cock leaking pre-cum into my panties as I approached the pool house. The door was open to the upstairs bedroom and the hallway was filled with a soft red glow. I walked in to see Andrew standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. The only light in the room came from a single table lamp that had been draped with a thin red scarf. The radio was set to a soft jazz station and the curtains had been pulled tight. Andrew signaled for me to come to him.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Yes"

"Ok now get on the bed. Up on your hands and knees."

I did as he said and felt the bed moving as he climbed up behind me. 

"It's very important that you tell him that you want to do it doggy style. Tell him that it's because of your dress or something. Now, I'm going to help you get ready."

"Ok"

"This is a special lube that will make your backdoor feel just like a wet pussy." He pulled the thong of my panties aside and applied a generous dollop of lube, working it into me with his fingers.

"Now this might hurt a little." I felt a gentle pushing as he pushed something into me. "I'm going to loosen you up and then he's all yours." The gentle pushing became more forceful as something entered me. My muscles tightened as Andrew penetrated me with a gigantic rubber cock. 

"AHHHHH!!!!" I let out a sharp scream as he pushed the dildo further into my ass.

His one hand was on my back pushing me into the bed while his other forcefully pounded the dildo into my ass. The pain was slowly being replaced by pleasure as I got used to the abuse. It continued for a few minutes until Andrew stopped moving, leaving the rubber cock buried inside of me. He got up off the bed and walked around until he positioned himself under me naked. His cock playfully throbbed inches beneath my mouth. He reached up and grabbed something when I realized that there was a long arm attached to the dildo in my ass. From his position he was able to keep fucking my ass while I sucked him off. 

"Now it's my turn little missy"

I leaned into him and eagerly took him into my mouth. It took me a little while to get used to being fucked while I tried to suck his cock but the two of us fell into a good rhythm and I began to thrust my hips up into the rubber cock with each thrust. It was a very clumsy blowjob but Andrew didn't seem to mind. I'm pretty sure that he was having more fun abusing me than from what I was doing to him. His pounding grew faster and faster as my mouth attempted to keep up. I felt his hand on the back of my head forcing me down onto his cock as he came in my mouth. He pushed the tip of his cock so far into my mouth that I almost gagged. He continued pounding my ass relentlessly while his cock unloaded itself into me in bursts of hot sticky cum. After he finished cumming he got up and pulled the rubber cock out of me. I was again consumed by a feeling of emptiness. He told me to get myself together and get ready for Eric. After I heard the door shut I rolled over and quickly straightened out my outfit. Moments later there was a knock at the door.

"Come in"

Eric entered the room pausing in the doorway before walking over to me. I looked into his eyes and jumped into his arms as we kissed. His hands greedily explored my waiting body as his mouth moved down my neck. I wasted no time and began to unbutton his shirt while he mauled my body. I was pushing his pants down his waist when my ankle rolled over and I fell back. He caught me in his arms and scooped me up. Naked, he walked over to the bed threw me down. I fell back with my legs splayed apart exposing my panties to him. He hungrily eyed my body up as he approached. Quickly I rolled over and resumed my position from earlier tell him that I wanted him inside of me. He pushed his hips into me and I felt his cock between my legs rubbing against my own cock through my panties. He thought that he was rubbing up against the bulge of my pussy and kept at it. I let him rub against my cock knowing that I had to stop him when I felt something warm against my skin. His penis had slipped in the opening of my panties and his hard cock was now rubbing against the length of my hardening penis. I was terrified that he would find me out and hoped that he assumed that my cock was actually my thigh. I reached around and grabbed his hard cock in my hand. He pushed forward again as I guided him to my waiting asshole. I was already loosened up from Andrew's abuse so that upon initial contact his cock slid right into me. His body fell against mine as I felt the heat from his cock penetrating deep inside of me. He grabbed my hips and frantically rammed his cock into me. 

"You're pussy feels so good Alicia" He moaned.

"OH YESSS! FUCK ME HARDER" 

He didn't hesitate and pumped his cock into me as hard as he could. The crinoline skirt was crinkling with every thrust. I buried my face into the pillow and pushed my legs further apart so that he could go deeper. 

"Unngh" He grunted as he pulled me back into him while thrusting his hips hard against mine. His cock swelled up inside of me shooting his hot cum deep into my bowels. He held on tight as his cock gushed into me. After a minute his penis grew soft and he pulled out of me. I fell into the bed panting as he dressed. I heard his zipper and then.

"That was great Alicia. Just what I needed tonight."

The door closed behind him and then I was alone. It took me a good ten minutes before I could move. I laid in bed while his cum slowly poured out of my freshly fucked ass. After I got up I went to the bathroom and cleaned up as much of his cum as I could before returning to the party. Walking out of the pool house I ran into one of the three guys that had been watching me all night. He walked over to me and introduced himself.

"Hi there"

"Hi"

He took my hand and apologized for not introducing himself earlier.

"My name is Jake"

"Alicia"

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman"

He smiled at me while I thought of something to say. He pulled me into him.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked.

"Lead the way Alicia"

I led him back up to the bedroom and turned around to face him. Without even closing the door I dropped to my knees and ripped open his pants. His cock smacked me across my face as I freed him from his boxers. With one hand massaging his balls I stroked his cock until it was hard and then wrapped my lips around him. I already tasted his salty pre-cum as my tongue traveled across his hard shaft. With his cock burying in my mouth I was startled when I heard a noise in the hallway. I pulled my head up and watched as Jake's two friends walked into the room.

"Whoa! Sorry, the door was open."

"It's ok guys, I'm sure there is plenty to go around." Looking down at me he asked "You don't mind if my friends join us do you?"

"The more the merrier." I looked over at his friends and said "Let's see what you got guys."

They pulled their pants down exposing their semi-erect cocks. This was my first time seeing more than one cock at a time and I was really getting horny. I pulled Jake's cock back to my mouth and continued sucking him off. I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around the others too when I was finished. I was so focused on Jake's cock in my mouth that I didn't even notice that the other two guys moved so that they stood on either side of their friend. Their cocks were positioned inches from my face as I bobbed my head up and down on Jake's cock. They were stroking themselves while they watched me suck their friend's cock. I left my left hand on Jake's thigh for balance but reached up and grabbed the cock to my right in my hand. If I felt like a princess taking advantage of the help while being fucked by the gardener, I now felt like a total slut being used and abused by anyone who wanted me. And I loved it! 

Jake's friend moved his hand aside for me and I managed to stroke him while still sucking on Jake. My hand was moving faster and faster as I was getting more and more excited with so many cocks in front of me. I left my mouth wrapped around Jake's cock but all but stopped moving as I directed my attention to the cock in my hand. I pumped him faster and faster as his moans grew louder by the second. I knew that he was getting close and I felt his cock twitch in my hand releasing a ribbon of cum directly at my face. I turned my head towards him and after the first shot of cum hit my cheek I tried to catch the rest in my mouth. Unsuccessful, I ended up with my face covered in his cum. As his penis shrank in my had I again turned to Jake to finish him off. I watch the third guy still stroking his cock while I deep-throated his friend. I moved my right hand between my legs and started rubbing myself through my panties while I sucked Jake with all my energy. I realized the my dress would hid my cock so I pulled it out and jerked myself off right in front of these three men. Jake's cock expanded in my mouth just as his friend was also starting to cum. I felt a warm stream of cum across my forehead as Jake filled my mouth with his sticky juice. As soon as I tasted Jake's cum, my own cock exploded in my hand. A second glob of cum shot from his friend, hitting me on my cheek, while I drained Jake empty. My hand continued to pump away at my own cock as I shot my load all over the floor. After finishing with him I tucked my soft cock back into my panties and fell back onto the floor exhausted. Lying on my back I looked up at their cocks as they dripped cum all over my body. I could feel every warm drop of their sticky cum dripping down onto my exposed thighs. The three of them eventually collected their clothes and left me in a cum drenched heap on the floor.

I was such a mess that I couldn't go back to the party, but when I finally saw my mom the next morning she told me that I did a great job. I wasn't sure if she knew about my encounters in the pool house but she said that I could work every party that summer. I spent the rest of the summer living as Alicia, even going to classes dressed as her but still handing in my assignments as Danny. I had a few more dates with Tom, among others, and my parents had several more parties that year. I worked every one, they even rented me out for their friends parties. It's been quite a ride for me but I've finally come to terms with my new identity.



A Helping Hand



Everyone should try and do a good deed every day. 

At least that's what I believed and tried to follow through on in my life. 

So when my new neighbor moved into my building I decided to put my money where my mouth was and offer him a hand.

He was a good looking guy. A light skinned black man about my age and from the looks of it someone who frequented the gym on a regular basis. He wore small gym shorts and a tank top and his sweaty black body glistened in the sun. My eyes stopped for a minute on the anaconda that was sleeping between his legs and then I realized Derrick was looking at me and smiling. I fumbled and mumbled something and grabbed some boxes. 

I'm straight and didn't want him to get the wrong idea. I could only imagine what he was thinking as he caught me staring at his monstrous cock.

Derrick told me that he had been transferred by his company and didn't know anybody. Being neighborly I offered to show him around and introduce him to some folks. 

We moved in all of his things in just about 5 hours, taking a break every now and then to pull a cold beer out of a cooler and chat some more. 

Derrick was a good looking guy with a good sense of humor and I told him he'd make new friends in no time. 

On one trip up the three flight of stairs, I found myself with a particularly heavy box marked PERSONAL STUFF.

I asked Derrick for directions and he steered me towards the huge walk-in closet. Once inside I turned on the light and set the box down. A flap on the box opened and i saw that the box was filled with magazines and dvd's. 

Curious I opened the box and saw that the 'personal stuff' Derrick had so carefully packed was apparently his collection of gay porn.

I knelt down beside the box and began to look through the extensive collection. 

There is no denying that the photos in the magazines and on the covers of the dvd's were hot. 

There were photos of men, black and white, showing off their muscular bodies and epic, engorged monster cocks. There was closeups of washboard abs and rock hard, toned asses. There were photos of men engaged in almost every activity I had thought possible. There were photos of men in the 69 position, sucking each other's cocks and balls and playing with their puckered man-holes.

There were close-up shots of huge cocks stretching assholes and sliding into wet, eager mouths. 

There were photos of younger men, some looking barely 18 and so pretty they could have been girls. Those photos showed them with boys like themselves, smooth and pretty and wrapped around each other and inside each other. There were also photos of those girly-boys with older men. In some of the photos the older men had the boys over the lap and were spanking them.

There were photos of hairy men and smoothly shaved men. Derrick apparently didn't have a specific type of man he liked to look at. He just liked cock and ass and all the things you could do with both of those features. 

As I was staring at a photo of a white man taking a monster black cock past his lips, I heard a voice that stopped my heart momentarily.

"You okay in there?"

It was Derrick.

I stood up, a little more than embarrassed than shocked and dropped the magazine of the closet floor, it's pages opened to a scene of the black man's cock buried to the hilt of the white's man ass.

"I'm sorry," I stammered, "I just..."

"I mean, you didn't pull a muscle did you?" He was looking directly at my crotch. 

I looked down and saw that my cock was tenting my cotton shorts and there was a large wet spot directly over the head.

"Oh GOD," I stammered, but really, what can you say in a situation like that? 

I heard a little voice inside my head say 'Well, I know you hardly know me but I got wood while standing in your closet looking at your gay porn...hee hee hee."

"It's cool, Jack," he said with a sly smile. "I get the same reaction when I look at that stuff. And to be honest, your condition is having an effect on me as we speak. So before this gets any weirder for you, what say we finish moving me in, there's only a few things left, and then enjoy some cold beer and throw some steaks on that grill on your patio. Sound like a plan?"

"Yes. Ummm....thanks Derrick."

"No sweat, bro, why don't you get yourself readjusted and comfortable and I'll meet you down at the truck. Take your time and come out of the closet whenever you're ready."

He laughed and walked away. I watched his muscular ass flex and relax with every step.

Within the next silent hour, we finished moving Derrick into his new apartment. 

True to his word he brought a cooler of ice cold beer onto my deck as I prepared the grill and steaks. As the sun set, we finished off a 12 pack and ate the best steaks we had ever had.

We sat on my deck in just our shorts and watched as stars began to dot the summer sky.

"So, does it bother you that your new neighbor is gay?'

"No," I answered bluntly, "It'll actually be kind of nice to have someone in the building who can help me pick out some drapes."

"Fuck you!" he said with a laugh.

"SEE! It's starting already! The gay man is making his moves on the naive, unsuspecting straight man! Help! 9-11!!"

We laughed for a minute or two and then he said, "Oh, come on, Jack. I get the sense that you're neither naive or unsuspecting."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that I get the sense that maybe you've been with a man before. I'm not saying you're gay, but judging from...ummm...your reaction in the closet...you've at least thought about being with a guy before. Am I right?"

"High school," was all I managed to stammer.

"Tell me," he said as he leaned forward allowing me to breathe in the scent of man-sex. The man-sex that was stirring inside his tight little shorts. 

"My best friend and I experimented a little...you know...'

"I don't," he said, his hand on my knee, his eyes locked onto mine, "Tell me....please."

"We were looking at magazines one night...magazines like you have..."

"Magazines showing photos of hot naked men with big cocks?"

"Pretty much," I answered, not wanting to see the look in his eyes, "and we both got hard." I continued, "like young guys do...and we found ourselves looking at each other...and then at our hard, young cocks and then..." I gulped some cold beer down quick, "...with some silent agreement, we decided to jack off in front of each other. One thing led to another and we ended up with each other's cock in our trembling hands, slowly pumping each other as we looked through the pages of those magazines. 

We finished in the shower, taking turns, on our knees, looking up into each other's eyes, sucking each other to orgasm."

"Did you swallow his load?"

"Yes. I choked a little and most ran past my lips, but I took as much as I could."

"What else? Tell me, Jack." 

"We tried to do what we had seen in the pictures that had started our adventure. There was some kissing. It was all very clumsy and awkward...and..."

"HOT," he said, finishing my thought.

"Yeah."

"Did you ever fuck?'

"No. We tried but we too afraid."

Derrick leaned forward, his lips brushing against my chin, his strong hand resting on my hard cock, "How about now? Are you afraid now?'

"No," I answered, "Not in the least." 

My hand found the monster that was continuing to grow in his cotton gym shorts and a finger traced along it's length as our lips met for a brief kiss.

"I can't...," I whispered as I broke our kiss. 

"Your mouth says 'no' but this-" his hand squeezed my shaft and he gave it a tender tug, "...but this says 'Yes Derrick. Take me into my bedroom and please, please fuck my virgin ass."

"Well, he's always had a mind of his own," I replied with another kiss. 

Derrick stood, his cock at its full length, looking as though it would burst through his shorts at any second. 

I could smell the musky aroma of it and my head was spinning. Derrick took my hand and led me to my bedroom. 

Once in my dimly lit room, he stripped off my shorts and tank top. Kneeling, he peeled off my biker shorts slowly, allowing my own cock to spring towards my belly. He gave it a light kiss and then stood once again. Our eyes met and then he whispered, "Now you undress me."

I stepped close to him, my cock brushing against his, and pulled his soaked t-shirt off his hard muscular body. 

I knelt in front of him, suddenly feeling so submissive to this ebony god, and began to slowly pull down his shorts. 

He was wearing tiny little black bikini briefs which were no longer containing his thick black cock. It was snaking along his washboard stomach...glistening with pre-cum.

I slipped my fingers into the waistband and slid the satiny briefs down for him to step out of. His cock hit me in my face. The large purple mushroom head was leaking precum and thick veins wrapped themselves around the shaft. He had to have been at least 10 inches. 

I touched his cock and all the memories of my high school experimentation came flooding back to me. 

I leaned forward and kissed the sandpaper head, capping with my quivering lips and sucking lightly. 

Derrick pulled me to my feet and led me to my king sized bed. He laid me down on my back and crawled between my legs, taking my cock into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. 

I have never had my cock sucked like that before. He was a master. He licked along my shaft as he played with my tensed balls. He tongued my cockhead all the while keeping an incredible sucking motion. He traced along the underside and down the veins on my shaft until he reached my balls. Taking them in turn into his mouth and bathing them gently. 

At one point his tongue slipped further into my crack and I found myself raising my hips for him and spreading my legs a little. 

He motioned for me to roll over and I obliged him. 

He gently spread my white cheeks and leaned forward, his master tongue finding my sensitive puckered ring. He licked around it and occasionally slipped inside me, sending electric shocks through my body. 

At one point, a moistened finger entered me and I tensed. Derrick leaned forward, kissing my neck, and whispered, "Let me in. Let me get you ready baby."

Soon I had three fingers inside me, stretching me and getting me ready for the monster that was swinging between his legs and brushing against my bare legs. I could feel the heat off of it and could only imagine what it would feel like inside me. 

Derrick then slid off of me and told me turn over. When I did I found myself staring at his cock. 

"Make Daddy wet and slippery for you Baby."

I didn't need to be asked twice. 

I crawled to it and gripped it with both hands. 

I opened my mouth and took as much of it as I could. I pumped my mouth which was stretched beyond capacity. I pulled off, leaving a trail of saliva from the mushroom head to my mouth.

For the next several minutes I bathed his black beauty with my spit until it shone with molten slickness. 

Finally, Derrick told me to lay back. I did as instructed and he put my legs on his shoulders. He said he wanted to see my face my when he took my cherry. He inched himself closer until I felt his cock head slide between my cheeks. 

I pushed forward until it touched my tender ring and told me to push out. I did and for a second the pressure continued to build. Finally his purple mushroom head slipped inside me. I gasped and he stopped, allowing me to get used to the million sensations I was experiencing. 

Slowly, our eyes locked onto another, he fed me more and more of that monster until finally, his balls rested against me. 

Then he began to pull out of me. Just when I thought he would pull all way out, he pushed forward, slowly building a rhythm that had me panting and sweating.

Derrick was a gentle lover and as cock filled me and fucked me, he leaned forward to offer me his tongue, which I sucked into my mouth. 

Derrick began to increase the speed of his thrust and I found myself pushing back to meet each and every one of them.

We were both grunting like animals now and I knew it wouldn't be long before he erupted inside me. Finally, with a primal scream, Derrick climaxed inside me, showering my insides with a massive blast of his hot cum.

I could feel every spasm, every twitch of his black cock as it brushed against my tender ass lips. 

He pulled out of me and I felt instantly empty and knew that I would have to have him inside me again. 

He told me to get on all fours and before I could catch my breath, he slipped all the way back inside me and started to fuck. 

I felt his hands on my cheeks, pulling me to meet every thrust, his balls slapping me. I pressed my face into the mattress, more content than I had ever been as Derrick began to spank me. 

"YES DADDY!!!" I cried out.

"Who's my little white baby? WHO?!" he grunted as he spanked and fucked me. 

"I am...." I said in between sharp breaths.

"You ARE MY WHAT?!" he said with a particularly hard thrust.

"Your little white boy."

"Damn straight," he said, once again showering my insides with a huge, hot load.

He pulled out and rolled me over and collapsed onto my sweaty body and our cocks, both well-spent for I had also cum as my cherry was taken, seemed to melt into another. 

There were only gray shadows in the room but through the night's darkness I could see his hard naked body next to me. He slid behind me and pressed forward, his cock sliding into me as his hand found my cock. He cupped it and kissed my neck.

I turned to face him and we kissed. He, more so, than me. Which sounds weird coming from a guy who had just let his new neighbor fuck him, but I wasn't sure I was ready for that. 

I then laid my head down on his strong, broad chest. I could feel his heart beating and I knew he could feel mine.

"So," I asked, "You think you're going to like living here?"

"Oh yeah," he answered, giving my cock a squeeze, feeling it begin to stir in his touch. "My apartment is quiet, I'm close to work, and the people here seem really nice...and helpful."

"Yeah. Well good then. I'm glad."

"Which reminds me. Thanks for the helping hand today."

"I should be the one thanking you, pal."

With a smile on his face, and with his now hard cock sliding all the way back inside me for Round Three, he whispered, "Oh. Don't worry, Jack. You will. You will."

THE END



A Helping Hand



Dr. Phasia Somers stepped into the glass elevator and pressed the button for the 113th floor. The doors slowly closed out the chill that permeated the evening air, and the lift rose. He turned around, put his hands on the rail, and watched the ground disappear. The sun was still setting over Pax-Termini, but the city lights were already awakening beneath the shadows of the superstructures. He stared at a small patch of lawn and watched it until it vanished in the distance. Everywhere he looked, the inky black maw of darkness swallowed the world.

  Phasia closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the glass. As the cold started to draw out the ache in his head, he imagined his migraine being drained by some kind of phantom leech. For a moment, he was some innocent victim trapped by a demonic force bent on the domination of every living soul. He choked off a laugh and let his eyes drift over the skyline. 'Innocent' and 'victim' were about the last words he thought applied to him.  The sharp peaks of the other buildings emerged, a collage of mingled geometric shapes stacked like toys atop the lower rooftops. He saw the faintest trace of his own eyes reflected in the glass, and for the smallest moment, it looked like the sunset itself was staring back at him. He waited for his reflection to blink first.

  When the door opened behind him, the sound of dueling vacuum cleaners echoed in the gilded halls. Phasia sighed and turned into the corridor, then swept around the fountain on the corner next to his office. A cleaning crew working their way up from the obstetrics offices deeper in the building's core had sprawled out ahead of him. His toe caught on a layer of crossed extension cords. He stumbled, but managed to avoid crashing into the back of a woman cleaning the windows that flanked his front door. He forced himself to watch the floor for more of the writhing tendrils and avoided the delicate curve of her hips as she swayed back and forth. He was hypnotized by the way her arms moved above her head and cleaned the glass to a rhythm she alone seemed able to hear. The whine of the vacuums couldn't conceal the way her pants tightened against her ass, or hide the line of her high-cut bikini panty. It even had lace trim. When he opened the door and stepped into his office, he let out a pent-up breath and fought the urge to turn around and stare at her. He knew her breasts were there, waiting for his inspection, and his imagination already saw them heave hypnotically behind him.

  Instead, he looked up at his receptionist, Bania, and smiled. She smiled back at him from behind her computer screen. She had three monitors hovering near her and a telephone headset tucked behind her ear. Just behind her on the counter, he could see a small stack of charts that were set aside for him. The waiting room already had three women sitting at opposite sides; two were filling out new patient forms on the clipboards poised on their laps. The one woman who wasn't writing was casually flipping through a fashion magazine.

  He took another deep breath and stepped through the glass door separating the waiting room from the front desk. He hung his coat next to Bania's and leafed through the stack of charts waiting in his tray. "Anything special tonight?"

  Bania turned around and shook her head, tapping the mute button on her headset. "There's a cancer screening and a few annuals, but the rest are just consults for insurance eligibility."

  Phasia smiled, but the movement at the lobby windows caught his eye. His eyes tracked it like a lost ship bearing down on a lighthouse. The window cleaner's shirt had two open buttons that barely hid a deep valley of cleavage.  It looked moist from sweat or water spray, maybe both. She bent lower to reach the glass near the floor, and he saw the top edge of her white bra before she disappeared behind the edge of Bania's counter.

  Phasia felt his heart race for a moment and his mouth went dry. When he caught himself, he looked back to his receptionist and was grateful that she was too busy taking the forms from one of the new patients to notice his lapse. He shook the image from his mind and turned into the back halls. He took a long white coat off the rack between the exam rooms and shrugged into it while he juggled the stack of charts.

  His office was at the rear of the suite between his partners'. Xander Michaels had the office to his left and staffed the daily workweek. Prima McAllister occupied the space to his right and only worked afternoon shifts. Phasia worked nights and the occasional weekend. Where most of his peers blanched at the late hours, Phasia greeted the night: the workload was lighter, the patients grateful, and no one seemed to be in a hurry.

  Pax-Termini had a booming population and it showed no signs of slowing down. Terran was a world hinged between two sectors of space that offered a transport interconnect for trillions of dollars worth of cargo and personnel. It had the potential to generate trade windfalls unseen since the carving of the Panama Canal on Earth. In addition to its migrant population, it also created a mass genesis of new colonists. The desperate outcry generated by that teeming mass made Phasia, and his colleagues' skills a powerful commodity. Phasia's problem wasn't earning money; he just had nowhere to spend it.

  His office light was already on, and he saw that Bania had left a small pot of coffee waiting for him next to his desk. He inhaled deeply as he sat down and set the files aside. He stared at his computer screen, and his hand trembled a fraction as he reached for the mouse. He almost scrolled through his browsing history but he snatched his hand away and reached for his coffee cup instead. He had been living on Terran for nearly three years and could count his a full days of sunlight on one hand. He saw the sunrise and sunset regularly, but he rarely left his luxury apartment for anything short of food and work.

  He browsed through the charts while he finished his coffee. He had nine cases to see to. Nine. He glanced down at his mouse and smiled. He'd be done before midnight. Once his patient load cleared, he wondered if he would send Bania home, or check himself out early. He smiled as he picked up the charts again and carried them back out to Bania's desk. He called the first woman's name, and she smiled as she looked up.

********

   The patients cycled through seamlessly. Each of them only spent about twenty minutes in his exam rooms, and most were content to answer a few questions from his forms without full palpation. By the time he walked out his last patient, Phasia felt a bit anxious and hoped Bania wouldn't notice. He retreated to his desk while the woman scheduled her next appointment and before the lobby door had even closed behind her, his screen was warming up.

  It wasn't long after he arrived in Pax-Termini that he turned to his computer to fill the void in his social life. He started out with quick visits to picture sites promising him an enticing social forum to meet other new colonists, but it wasn't long before he found that looking through the profiles of the different women had far more appeal than actually meeting any of them. He might have flipped through every woman's profile a dozen times, read their posts, and looked through their picture galleries. He even returned night after night to read their updates. Within six months, Phasia had cycled through three more similar sites.

  He brought up his home screen and blocked off the rest of the nights calendar. He had just logged in the patient count and general notes when Bania knocked on his open door. "You want anything? I was going to run downstairs and grab a bite."

  Phasia looked up and saw her leaning against the doorframe. Her hand was resting on her hip in a way that didn't look accidental. That's when he noticed. Her slender fingers had a new accessory. "Oh my god, Bania," he said and stood up. He reached out to hug her as he came around the desk. "Why didn't you tell me?"

  She smiled like a Cheshire cat and held out her hand so he could look at the ring closely. "He asked me right after I got home yesterday. He went down on one knee and everything."

  Phasia smiled. He was sure that her new fiancé went down on more than one knee yesterday. "That's wonderful, Bania. When are you thinking of having the ceremony?"

"We were talking a bit about it this morning but nothing's set in stone. It'll definitely be before the year is out though."

"Tell you what. Tonight's dead, why don't you get the hell out of here and take the rest of the night off? On me."

  She blinked at him and cocked her head to the side. "You sure? I mean, I still have the filing to do and-"

"I can manage the paperwork. Besides, even if I can't, I'm sure I won't make so much of a mess of it that it can't be straightened out tomorrow."

  He walked her back to her desk and helped her into her coat. As they walked to the door, the phone rang behind him.  She turned around to answer it, but he caught her. "Oh no you don't, go!" he said and turned her by the shoulders out into the hallway. He watched her hips sway until she turned the corner, and then he sprinted to the reception desk and lunged for the phone. Just as his hand gripped the receiver, the line stopped ringing. He looked up from where he was balanced on his hip and a second later, the call was forwarded to his office. He hauled himself over the desk and raced down the hall. He grabbed the handset and punched up the line. "Hello, PTGYN, This is Dr. Somers, how can I help you?"

  Phasia heard the familiar click of an automated message that rattled off a list of imaging software deliveries. His mind ticked with a familiar kernel of recognition before it blossomed into a full memory. The software they were using in the cervical cameras started to bog down and Xander said he was going to order an updated version.

   Phasia reached for his notepad and scribbled out a message for his colleague with the date and time and then walked the note next door and dropped it onto Xander's desk.  As Phasia walked back to his own desk, he almost didn't notice the woman standing in the lobby. The shape existed in the corner of his eye, but it wasn't until she called out to him that he fully realized she was there. The sound made his heart stop even as the rest of him jerked sideways. She held her coat folded over her arm, and a rolling travel suitcase stood behind her like an obedient dog. He felt his brain retreat back to the patent list and wondered if he'd forgotten someone. "I'm sorry, do you have an appointment?"

  He saw her shoulders sag slightly, but she recovered quickly. "No, I was getting ready for trans-line when I remembered that I hadn't gotten my clearance form checked."

  Phasia suddenly understood the luggage. "So you need a full blood panel? That's not going to be ready for at least a week."

"No, no bloodwork. I've only been here for five weeks. I just need the stasis check."

  She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a folded document case. Her travel papers were all stamped and ready for her trip back to Earth. The only thing that looked like she was missing was her pregnancy clearance. Eight months in stasis could get complicated if a woman was in any stage of a pregnancy.

"Look, I'd really like to help, but I'm alone in the office tonight." He gestured to the empty office and the chair where Bania usually sat. "I don't even have a secretary. I'm afraid I wouldn't even know how to bill you."

  She set her coat on her luggage and sighed heavily. "I'm being paid for by Genn Tech. Everything I incur goes to them. I have to make this flight."

  Phasia was about to tell her to go to the hospital up the street where an emergency room visit could get her the same results, maybe even faster than he could, especially with Genn Tech paying her bills. His eyes betrayed his logic though and did a fast check of her body: she had short chestnut hair and the tailored cut of her business suit highlighted the delicate swell of her breasts instead of concealing them. "Look, I really want to help you, but-"

"Look, I can pay cash. I have three thousand dollars right here." She reached into her travel case and opened her wallet.

  He felt a sudden flush of anger. "I am not some kind of medical whore. And I'm not trying to turn you away because of your wallet, but because you're alone in an office in the middle of the damn night with a man who could be psychotic for all you know!"

  For the second time that night, she surprised him without trying to. This time she flashed him a nervous smile. "I think I'm willing to risk it, Doctor. And look, I'm sorry if I offended you." She put her wallet away and sighed. "I just really need to make this flight. You're my only hope at this point."

  Phasia looked up at the clock. "What time is your flight?"

"Four thirty. And it's a thirty-minute fare to get there from here. I'm already preset so I just need to show up, present my documents, and find a place to sit."

  Phasia felt his adrenaline surge through him. Several long seconds ticked by like hours in his brain. "I shouldn't be doing this," he said finally. "I could be thrown out of the profession for even considering it."

"Does that mean you'll help me?"

  Phasia went around the desk and opened the door to the lobby. "Take your things into room two and change into a gown. I'm going to lock the door and turn out the lobby light. And for God's sake, hurry."

  He felt his heart beat harder in his chest, and he felt like there were eyes on him from every shadow in the hallway, from the fake cameras mounted on every corner. He glanced out into the deserted hall and retreated to lock the door behind him. He turned down the lobby lights and forwarded the office phones to the call center. He made sure his cell phone was on in his pocket and then picked up the screening documents he needed from Bania's desk. He stopped long enough to emboss the blank forms and then picked up a stack of papers he'd need to open a new medical chart. He carried the bundle into room two without stopping to knock and realized the woman was still changing. Her blazer and shirt were hung neatly on a hanger while her bra covered the back of the chair where he was going to sit. The zipper on her skirt was down, and the cloth hugged her hips like a second skin waiting to be peeled off. She started as he burst in and spun around, trying to use her arms to cover her breasts but Phasia didn't notice. His throat had gone dry, not out of his usual lust, but from his fear of being discovered.

"I need to fill out this chart; where are your travel documents?" he laid out the forms on the counter. He looked back at her and held out his hand. "The papers?" 

  She nodded and blinked slightly, then reached over to her coat and pulled out the travel case. As she did, Phasia finally saw what she was trying to cover. Her breasts looked perfect, better than anything he'd seen on his computer or in his office in the last two years. Her nipples stood out half an inch from her large areolas and the light pink color was a beautiful contrast to her milky white skin. In short, she was mesmerizing. She handed him the case and he turned back to his paperwork. He scribbled in her name, date of birth, marital status, insurance information, employment status, family status, and age.

  By the time he reached the medical history form, she was starting to take off her skirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the color change from dark blue to white, framed with the same matching tan of her bra. He got through the general topic items without staring, and then turned to ask her a few of the more open-ended questions directly. She was just pulling the gown closed around her back and he saw the delicate curve of her ass before it disappeared between the folds. He helped her tie the ends closed and told her to sit in the chair. She asked him if she needed to put her feet in the stirrups.

"Not yet," he said as he looked up from his forms. She looked so much more vulnerable now than when she first walked through his door. "Have you been sexually active since you've been here?"

"Not really. I mean, I've been out a few times, but I haven't taken a lover."

   He checked a few boxes on his list. "And when was your last period?"

"Before I left Earth. So, last July."

  He looked up at her and tried to get his mind to focus. "That long? Have you had any abdominal pain, or cramping?"

"No, but I have been..." A blush rose to her cheeks. "I have been very..." She sighed and then spoke in a rush of words she didn't want to repeat. "I thought I was starting my period a few times. I needed to wear pads to keep from leaking through my pants."

"Bleeding?"

"Um, no."

"Well, if you're not experiencing any pain or bleeding then it's likely there's no problem. Have you been uncomfortable at all?"

"No. Well, a bit, you know...easily excitable."

"Well, that's understandable considering what you've put your body through over the last thirteen months.  Once you get back to Earth, you'll have some adjusting to do, but after about six months, you should be back to normal. In the meantime, let's get you cleared for travel. Go ahead and lean back and put your feet up."

  He leaned over to switch on the digital array behind him. The screen mounted up on the wall was for her benefit, not his. He knew the inner workings of a female's anatomy better than his own. She settled into position while he lifted the digital wand and wrapped it in a warm compress. He pulled on his gloves and covered the end of the probe in a thin layer of pyrnol. The end glistened slightly as he turned toward her, but as he lifted the hem of her dressing gown, he saw that he probably wouldn't need it. Her vaginal lips were already distended and glistening. Her eyes were fixed on the screen, and she could easily see everything through the probe's camera lens- mainly her own legs spread wide by the footrests.

  He adjusted the focus by turning the dial near the base of the handle. "Okay, there's going to be a bit of pressure," he said and pressed the tip at her opening and slid it into her fully on one stroke. The camera on the end blurred for a moment, and then focused on her inner tissues. Phasia thought he heard her moan slightly, but when he paused to listen more closely, he could only hear the hum of the machine behind him. He pulled back, turned the wand slightly, and pressed in again. This time he could see the edge of her cervix. He felt her thighs tremble slightly, and he pulled back again. "Are you feeling any pain?"

  She took a deep breath and shook her head to the sides. She closed her eyes tight and let her breath out slowly. He looked back up at the screen, pressed the wand in further until he could clearly see her cervix, and then held it firmly in place while he captured a screenshot. As he moved to pull the wand out, her legs flexed and he could tell she almost had an orgasm. He stopped for an instant, not knowing what he should do. Even as he hesitated, she angled her hips slightly against the wand. Again, he felt like a thousand eyes descended on him, and he pulled the wand out completely. He set it in its cradle and turned back to wipe her lips with a towel. The entire region from her anus to her clit was wetter than anyone he'd ever seen outside of a porn site, and the scent of her was like a toxin designed to drive him mad. His thoughts were racing as fast as his pulse.

"When was the last time you had a cancer screening?"

  Her eyes opened, and she looked up at the still image on the screen. "I don't remember. Probably before I left Earth. Why, is there something wrong?"

"I don't think so. It's just that since you're here, and you're not paying for it, you might as well."




A Helping Hand



"Okay, if you think I should," she said. She closed her eyes for an instant and bit her bottom lip.

  He leaned forward and put his hand against her abdomen, pushing up under her gown and pressed his fingers into her lower stomach slightly. At the same time, his other hand drifted between her thighs. He pressed firmly with both hands; the first was external against her muscles and with the other, he inserted two of his fingers. He felt inside of her, slowly moving from one side of her to the other. Her hips inclined slightly as he felt deeper into her, tracing the walls of her vagina, feeling around for anything abnormal. 

  Phasia had done the same bimanual examination a thousand times, but he'd never had anyone react so powerfully to it. His hand pressing into her abdomen went from probing to holding her flat into the chair as her body reacted, lifting up without her even realizing it. He turned his fingers up and pressed against her g-spot, and she came instantly. It shocked him at first how hard she clamped down on his fingers. The amount of fluid was enough to coat her thighs and drip off the edge of the basin under his wrist. He withdrew slightly, but then turned his fingers down and brought his other hand to her anus. The slight pucker of her ass was contracting in time to her spasms. Rectovaginal exams were also common for him, but he never knew anyone who enjoyed it. At the first touch of his other hand against her opening, Aurora groaned so faintly that he almost didn't hear it before she bore down on his fingers. He pressed his fingers together inside her, feeling the smooth walls and pressing them together so he could trace his fingers everywhere he could reach. The sound of her wetness filled the room and reverberated off the walls.

"Have you been having trouble attaining orgasm when you masturbate?"

  Her words were lost, but her groan begged him to ask her again. He adjusted his probing to accommodate a third finger to her vagina and a second to her rectum. He asked her again.

"Yes." She said with her eyes still closed. 

"Have you been under a lot of stress lately- I mean, more than usual?" His fingers still probed, sliding in and out, but slowly so he wouldn't miss anything. The tissues inside her were yielding, soft, and held onto him greedily.

"Yes." There was a gasp to her word and a hiss of air when she took another deep breath and held it.

"I think we should take a screenshot for the file as a preventative. Just hold still for me a moment," he said and withdrew his fingers from her ass. He peeled off the glove and took hold of the wand again. He reset the camera and positioned it against her opening. She parted easily for him and he slowly pushed it in halfway before starting to turn it slowly. He could feel its length against his fingers in her vagina. She clenched again, but her eyes opened and stared up at the screen. She looked dazed as her body shook and then shuddered. He pushed in further and took a screenshot that he saved to her file. He left the probe in place and then reached up to touch her clit with his bare finger. He turned the fingers of his other hand to put pressure against her g-spot again.

"The buildup of fluid inside you may be the reason you have uncontrolled leakage. And this might help alleviate some of that. If we can produce a fair amount of discharge here in the office, your trip back may be essentially worry free."

"Thank you, Doctor, I think that would be-"

  He flexed his fingers and began to press hard on her g-spot. He stroked her lips with his other hand. His bare fingers parted and started to run up and down her lips and flanked her clitoris. His nimble fingers rubbed it along its sides. Her back suddenly arched, and her muscles clenched around him. The wand was pushed out of her ass and fell into the basin. The camera angle was pointed up at his hands as they worked on her. She watched the screen open-mouthed as she came. It was harder than she ever had in her life and she felt herself suddenly erupt in a stream of what she thought was urine, but quickly realized, wasn't. She came in bursts that gushed out onto him, soaking his lab coat and hands. Phasia's forearms were coated; even his cock wasn't spared where it strained against his slacks.

  He withdrew slightly while she relaxed and he gently massaged her outer lips until she started to breathe a little harder and faster. Once she was primed, he pushed into her again and started to work her body again until she climaxed a second time in another flood of wetness that splashed everywhere. He kept working her until she cried out and went completely rigid with an orgasm so intense that it made her pass out. He pulled his hands out of her and felt the mad desire to mount her. She was excited, subdued, and completely open for him to put his cock into her. He could drive himself deep into her ass and come without fear of getting her pregnant. It was a Pandora's Box he refused to open, no matter how badly he wanted to. He even managed to fight back the desire to stroke himself until he came all over her face or gorgeous tits like a porn star.

  Instead, Phasia took a few deep breaths and reached for the warm compresses to start cleaning her. He soaked up the fluid dripping from her skin, padded her lips and anus until they were dry. She stirred as he wiped down the wand and set it gently back into its cradle. He caught her staring up at the screen with a dreamy look in her eyes and a faint smile that lingered on the edge of her lips. He felt enchanted by her. Something about the way she appeared seemed so mystical, so otherworldly that he didn't want to endanger it by examining it too closely. He even turned his back to her while she got dressed. He filled out the last few pages of the paperwork and listened to her fastening her buttons and zippers. His cock still strained against his pants as he handed her travel documents over, but he knew he had plenty of time for himself later. She thanked him repeatedly for his kindness, even when she handed him her billing information. Phasia smiled as he unlocked the door for her. The halls were still silent and full of shadows, but he didn't care about them anymore.  He stared after her while she towed her suitcase down the hall and sighed when she rounded the corner near the elevators. As he slipped back into the office, he turned the lock again and felt like something had awakened inside of him: it felt like a fire that would never be extinguished again. He smiled again as he realized he couldn't wait to come back to work.



A Helping Hand



Catherine was the girl next door. I've seen her out and about ever since she was a child, and she's now grown into quite a lovely young woman. That's not to say that I know her. I didn't get on particularly well with her parents as we were just completely different personality types, so Cathy was just the kid next door.

She must have been about nineteen or twenty when I finally got to know her a bit better. It was a long weekend and her parents had gone off to their holiday house at the beach, whereas Cathy had stayed home. She had a couple of guests staying with her for the weekend. Female guests, in case you were wondering.

My first thought was that Cathy and her friends would be throwing a bit of a party, but not so. Friday night passed peacefully enough. I could hear music playing and assumed that they were entertaining themselves doing female things, whatever they might be. Saturday they just seemed to relax around the house and do some sunbathing. Saturday night they dolled up and headed out.

Typical sort of Saturday night for her age group. Mine, too, come to think of it. I didn't exactly dress up, but I did hit the pub to meet some friends and play some pool. For some reason I was just feeling edgy and a bit bored that night, not really good company, and I headed home early. 

That explains why I was home when Cathy and friends came rolling up. The three of them had imbibed a few too many, it seemed, but had retained enough common sense to catch a taxi home. Either that or some kindly soul had loaded them into one and sent them off.

I happened to be sitting on the front veranda enjoying the cool breeze and having a final beer before I went to bed. I saw the taxi pull up and the girls pile out. Cathy lingered for a few moments paying the cabbie while her friends sort of staggered down the path to the front door. They sat down on Cathy's front veranda while she came trailing along, fishing in her bag for her keys. 

Cathy took a while opening the door. I suspect that she found the lock was moving around a little, avoiding the key she was trying to use. I've found locks do this once you reach a certain stage of inebriation. Anyway, eventually she made the key and lock connection, opened the door and called on her friends to get up and move on in.

Her friends totally ignored her, as they'd both fallen sound asleep. I could see her shaking them, but they were having none of it. Morpheus had them and was keeping them. Feeling in a generous mood, I wandered over to see if I could give her a hand.

Cathy was almost in tears when I arrived. She couldn't very well leave her friends out on the veranda for the night, but neither could she waken them or carry them in herself. 

"Cathy," I suggested, "why don't you just lead me to where you want them and I'll carry your friends in?"

I stooped and picked up the nearest young woman and indicated to Cathy that she should lead the way. She led me through to her parents' bedroom, asking me to dump my cargo on the bed. Very nice bed, too. A king size. Nothing like having plenty of room.

"I'll go and get your other friend," I told her. "You take off your friend's shoes and dress and tuck her in."

Leaving Cathy to do that, I returned to the front veranda and picked up the other sleeping beauty and brought her through to the bedroom, dumping her next to sleeping beauty number one.

Cathy, instead of following my suggestion, was just standing there, looking at her friend. Instead of just packing it in at that stage and heading home, my evil gremlin came to the fore.

"Cathy," I said quietly, "you can't really expect then to sleep in their party dresses. I'll give you a hand."

I slipped the dreamers shoes off while Cathy watched, then after a quick check to see how the dresses were fitted, unzipped them and eased them off, leaving the two girls in their lingerie. I then flipped the doona over them. Cathy had been watching me do this, mouth open, shocked that I should be so casual about stripping them. Well, partially stripping them, anyway.

"Your turn," I told her, encouraging her to sit on the bed. 

Bending down I slipped off her shoes and then had her stand up again. Before she caught on to what I was doing I had the zipper at the back of her dress undone and was helping her out of it. By the time she was starting to react I'd also undone her bra and was easing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.

Finally catching on to the idea that if she didn't do something she'd be naked. Cathy clutched at her bra, holding it against her breasts and blushing.

"Stop it," she snapped. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Undressing you for bed," I said, switching my attention to her panties and pulling them down.

Cathy promptly let go her bra to grab at her panties, which was an error on her part. When she reached down to grab her panties her bra dropped straight down, the straps slithering down her arms and revealing a very nice pair of breasts. And she was also far too late to catch her panties and I had them down and around her ankles. Lifting a foot I disengaged them from one leg and then the other.

Cathy was looking confused and shocked. All of a sudden she was naked and she wasn't quite sure how or why that had come about. She wanted to hide behind her hands but also wanting to use them to push me away, resulting in her doing neither.

"Why'd you do that?" she demanded, while trying to sit on the bed and use the doona to cover herself.

"You needed your dress off so you could go to bed," I pointed out, quite reasonably, I thought. "I just thought I'd take off your bra and panties as well so they wouldn't be in the way when I make love to you."

"That's very kind of you," she told me, a bit stiffly, "but I don't want you to make love to me." 

"Mm-hmm?" I hummed, pushing her back so she was lying on the bed, pushing the doona away at the same time. I hadn't stripped her just for her to cover up her charms with a stupid doona.

"I mean it," she told me, her voice firm, projecting decisiveness.

"I'm sure you do," I said, cupping her breast and squeezing it.

I ran my hand lightly over her body, reaching for her mound. Cathy very quickly covered herself with her hands, but I just pushed them away and took possession of the prize.

"I said no," Cathy pointed out, sounding a little stressed. "I want you to stop this, now!"

"I heard you," I murmured. "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm also ignoring what you say." 

I squeezed her mound when I said that, giving a gentle emphasis.

Standing up, I quickly stripped, while Cathy watched in surprise. Until she saw me naked I don't think she'd really gathered what my intentions were. Now my intentions were standing out a mile, in a manner of speaking.

"But I said no," Cathy protested. "You can't."

Settling back onto the bed next to her I smiled at her.

"I can and I will," I pointed out. "Now be a good girl and be quiet for a while."

Once again my hands took control of her breasts and pussy, playing with them and teasing them into an aroused state. Cathy may not have had as much to drink as her friends but she'd certainly had enough to relax her inhibitions. She may not have wanted me but her body was relaxed and ready, and Cathy's protests had only been verbal. She certainly hadn't tried to resist physically.

I sucked lightly on her breasts and nipples, not wanting to leave any bruises (this time, anyway). While I was doing that my fingers were exploring, dipping between her legs and easing their way past her lips and into her secret self.

It was easy to tell that Cathy was aroused. Her labia had flowered, opening to encourage my entry, while I could feel that she was warm, wet and waiting. I didn't hurry, continuing to play with her, teasing her, building her expectations.

Finally, I moved over the top of her, settling between her thighs. Cathy was breathing hard, but looking away, trying to pretend that this wasn't happening. I eased her lips a little further apart, edging the tip of my cock between them and then pressing lightly. Cathy gave a little gasp when she felt me there, but still refused to look at me.

I stayed like that, poised ready to enter her, waiting for her to acknowledge what was happening. I could almost smell the tension in her as she waited, knowing what was about to happen and wondering why it hadn't already occurred.

At last Cathy gave this little choking sound and looked down at the junction of our bodies to see what I was doing. She gave another gasp as she saw me pressing against her, and then let out a little squeal as I chose that moment to push forward. 

Cathy could both see and feel the head of my cock invading her body, and now her eyes were glued to where I was slowly sinking into her.

"Bend your legs and push up against me," I told her, and she did, lifting her knees high and driving her hips up against my shaft, encouraging it to sink deeper, faster.

With that simple action I drove right into Cathy, fully sheathing myself in her. Then I pulled out and came back in again.

Once started, Cathy couldn't seem to help herself. She pushed firmly up against me when I thrust down into her. I started slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of me in her, letting her accustom herself to meeting my cock whenever it advanced. 

Slowly our pace increased, and soon we were banging together in fine style. Cathy was gasping and squeaking as I drove into her, little pleas burbling out of her as she clung to me, desperately trying to hold me to her as we danced our little dance. She was loud enough that I took a quick look at the two sleeping beauties to make sure we hadn't woken them, but they slept on, oblivious to what was happening.

As they say, all good things must end, and so it was for us. Eventually I knew that I was about to climax, and I was trying to hold back, waiting for Cathy to reach the explosive point. She was close I could tell, and soon I could feel those preliminary ripples as her climax started coming full steam upon her. 

I relaxed and let myself go, dropping my mouth to cover Cathy's, muffling the scream she gave as she climaxed, clutching me tightly within her, taking my seed as her own.

I held her as she came slowly back to earth and then, to my surprise, she smiled at me and fell asleep, with me still in her.

Quietly disengaging, I dressed. I wandered into the en suite and ran a flannel under warm water. Going back to Cathy I wiped her down and dried her while she slept peacefully.

Glancing at the three sleeping beauties, a thought occurred to me. Cathy was clean shaven. What about the others. I wrestled with temptation and won. Easing the doona off the other two young ladies, I relieved them of their lingerie. They didn't really need it for sleeping, after all. 

Neither of Cathy's friends were clean shaven, both having neatly trimmed little muffs. I fetched the electric razor I'd spotted in the en suite and attended to that little detail, keeping one eye on them to see if they were going to wake up. Apart from one of them smiling when the razor ran across her, there was no reaction. (I wonder what she was dreaming of when that razor was vibrating against her mons?)

Covering the girls with the doona, I then went home. 



A Helping Hand



I share an bachelor apartment with a really nice guy who is about my age - 35 or so - and we have a harmonious household. Stephen takes care of the bills, and does handy work when things break. I, on the other hand, take naturally to housekeeping. I like seeing things clean and in order. I'm a good cook, too. Stephen is often content with a burrito for dinner, eating it out of its foil wrapper. But I surprise him now and then and spend time in the kitchen making something special.

Now, there's been a new and important development in the household dynamics. Stephen has a girlfriend! They met at a party in the neighborhood, and gradually began to see more of each other. Finally, of course, Jill stayed over. Our two bedrooms are right next to each other. That night, I lay quietly and listened to the distant sound of traffic, and to the hushed voices from the next room. There was laughter, too, and I was feeling glad for my roommate. 

I awoke that night to a soft, rhythmic thudding sound coming from Stephen's room. 'Of course', I thought. 'They are humping'. What a wonderful sound! In the midst of it, I heard muffled, breathless voices - protestations of lust, i imagined. I held my face into the pillow, and thought of how their bodies might be arranged. Doggie-style? It seemed a position Stephen might favor. He's very much a top man, and I know he likes checking out women from behind. Sometimes, when we're out doing something together, he may comment on women. 

"Wouldn't mind getting to know her better.", he would say as a good-looking woman walked by. I always felt a twinge of jealousy in those instances. 

Stephen knows I'm bi, and he seems cool with it. Still, maybe deep down, he thinks of me as just another fag; someone he need't concern himself with in the realm of competition for women.

Once, sitting in the living room, Stephen noticed me looking at his crotch. My eyes flew from his as he observed this. Could you blame me, though? One could easily see that Stephen had a nice package between his legs. I noticed it early on. I'm sure my eyes opened wide at the first sight of his bulge. Since then, I keep a discreet lookout for a chance to admire his groin or his ass. Skinny as he is (he laments his lack of upper-body development), he is built quite well where it counts. When he caught me looking where I shouldn't have been, he, compassionately, I thought, reminded me of his unvarying heterosexuality. I remember that I apologized, and went straight to my room. The next day, he was very kind. He told me that he loved me, that I was a great friend. He reached out and hugged me, and I felt the happiness, however brief, of being in his arms.

Let me tell you more about Stephen. (Did you happen to notice that I am obsessed with him?!) Well, he's tall, about 6'3", and lean. He's more intellectual than athletic. He reads widely. He never hesitates to make his opinion known, and he judges people harshly who are cowardly or vain. Stephen has curly black hair and a full beard. The rest of his body is fairly hair-free. He's of Irish descent, so his skin is very white. 

Once, along with a woman friend, we three took a hot tub together. The tub was outside on a patio, and the moon was nearly full. As I sat with the fabulous hot water up to my neck, Stephen emerged from the house buck-naked, and headed to the tub where we two were. 

"Check out the stud", said Ellen, and I couldn't have agreed more! Of course, she may have been ribbing him about his skimpy musculature. I, however, saw a god approaching. The tall figure, the skin shining eerily in the moonlight, the genitals swinging gently from side-to-side as he came closer. Later, when he climbed out, his gorgeous, manly butt made its indelible imprint on my psyche.

So, I allowed, over time, that I was in love with my roommate. As you may have surmised from what I've already said, I fell comfortably into the role of housewife, and I secretly savored it, sometimes imagining, alone in my room, being his woman. Otherwise, I took it as far as seemed practical: buying him gifts for birthday and Christmas, picking up after him, etc. I was content. I knew he was straight all the way.

Once Jill came on the scene, I at first kept a low profile. It pained me to see them having intimate talks or exchanging kisses. Jill sensed what was up with me and tried to steer me towards dating services.

"You could have a hunky guy in no time flat, Jim". She would say. "I'd be looking your way if you were straight."

A lot of good that did me! The only way I wanted to see her body was with Stephen's fine cock pounding it. And don't think I hadn't imagined it. 

Stephen hung some old tapestry on the wall of his room adjacent to mine in the hope of gaining more privacy. It helped, but I could still hear. In fact, I would often press my ear to the wall when they were fucking. I could hear quite well! When they were really in high gear, Jill tended to talk to him, calling him all kinds of things: 'cock-daddy', 'Mr Stud', etc.

She had a way of exciting him with words, saying, perhaps: 'You're driving my pussy crazy, baby. Did you know that?' or, "Don't stop fucking me,Stephen.'

Stephen, in such moments, was simply focused on slamming her good, from the sounds of it. He was like a pit-bull who doesn't growl when it's fighting, saving his energy for what mattered. It shames me to confess that on nights when Jill stayed over, we all three came together - they, with unbridled moans that they could in no way stifle, and me silently spilling onto my belly and whispering Stephen's name over and over. 

They had been in an intimate relationship for many months when Jill went to New Hampshire to help with family matters. She was unsure of how long she'd be gone. Her parents were selling their large house at the ocean, and neither of them had time to prepare it for sale, or for dealing with the realtor. Both were professors with very full schedules.

Stephen got the news a week before, and questioned why it had to be her taking care of it.

"Look, hon, they need me. Carla is in Prague, for pete's sake. She can't do it."

"Some excuse." Stephen sulked. "How long will it be?"

"I told you. I don't know. Maybe a few weeks, maybe more. Please don't make me feel guilty." she said, looking crestfallen. "How about a little support, eh?"

'I'm sorry. It's just... well, it's not easy!"

"It's not forever, you horny little devil." Jill said, giving him a quick kiss. "It's nice to know I'll be missed, though!"

"It's not just the sex, although that's significant. I've never been so happy with a woman."

"Hey, we'll talk every day, won't we?"

"Yeah. Yeah, sure." Stephen said, hanging his head. "I guess I was kind of thinking of myself."

"Like you're the only one. Come on, let's go to Dana's for lunch. It's not that crowded on Tuesdays."

Jill left four days ago. I feel as though I am in limbo. Let me explain.

I decided to take a great chance,an especially big one for a normally timid guy like me. Seeing Stephen's sorrowful countenance in the hours following Jill's departure, and watching him sit slumped on the sofa staring, I decided that I would come forward - and come clean, in a way. I wrote the following letter to Stephen. The day after they parted, I slipped it under his door in the early morning, and quietly went out.

Dear Stephen,

I know that Jill left yesterday morning. Given your ardor for Gillian, a separation from her, even a brief one, must be anguishing for you! A physical union as passionate as yours can only make the days unbearably long when you're apart.

I've seen the look of loneliness and thwarted desire on your face, and it pains me.

So, I was thinking: why not let me help? I know you have no sexual feelings toward me, but, still, I could serve a practical need for you. I think you know that I have feelings for you. That's true. And it is so generous of you to have accepted that reality all this time we've known each other. A lot of straight guys wouldn't have.

I'm blushing as I prepare to write what follows: 

You are invited to knock on my door (or on the wall between our rooms) any time you like, and I would be happy and proud to help you feel a bit more relaxed and less tortured by Jill's absence. It could be as simple as this: You knock. You decide whether to direct me into your room or come into mine. You tell me how you would like to be pleased. You would give directions, and I would obey. It would be absolutely secret, and I would never consider that you were in my debt in any way. (If you only knew to what extent the opposite would be true!) For my part, you will hear no more on the matter should you decide against it. It will be as if this letter were never written, and I hope I can count on your discretion, as well. 

Against whatever the odds, I will prepare my room for your visit. I'll have some really good weed for you, and a couple of bottles of champagne. We needn't talk. We will just focus on your happiness and pleasure. At least, if that's what you wish. I hope you will think of me not as an opportunist, but as a friend who is pained in witnessing your unhappiness. Whatever you decide, I remain your steadfast friend and supporter.

Affectionately,

Jim

Several days passed, and I began to feel regret, wondering if I'd been rash. Somehow, mostly by staying away for long periods, I didn't see Stephen in that time. Then, a week after Jill had gone, I was walking down the hall to my room when Stephen's door opened. We exchanged nervous hellos, and I began to rush into my room. 

"Is that ice in that bowl, Jim?" I heard him say as I began to close the door.

"It is." I said, feeling like a prize horse's ass. I felt myself begin to perspire.

"Oh." Stephen said with a quizzical look on his face.

"It's to keep the champagne cold." I whispered, as I gently closed the door between us.

With the door secured behind me, I allowed myself to breathe. My heart raced, and I felt the full weight of my stupid blundering in the hallway. 'And what does Stephen think of me, now?' I asked myself bitterly. What a chump - keeping the champagne cold. Sure. He obviously had no intention of sharing it with me. I might as well have drunk it all myself, and tried to forget the disaster I'd engineered for myself. 

And that's the doleful path I set upon that evening. I sparked up a fat joint and, tears forming in my eyes, I set to the task of getting thoroughly trashed.

I lay on my futon, and looked out at the city lights cutting through the fog. I was beginning to feel pretty good A nice nurturing buzz was taking hold. I began to relax. 'It wasn't that stupid', I told myself. 'Nothing ventured, nothing gained.' I assured myself. And although I felt a hurt deeper than anything I'd felt before, I figured that, well, I tried.

There was a light tapping on the door that brought me out of my stupor and made my hair stand on end. I heard Stephen's voice.

"Jim." 

Then a few more knocks, this time louder.

"Hey, Jim!"

My heart pounded as I stood and said: "Come in."

Stephen entered. He saw the one empty champagne bottle and the unsavory look of intoxication and shame on my face.

"You're not going to drink that all by yourself, are you?" he asked, indicating the other bottle nestled in the bowl of ice.

"If you can help me with it, I think that would be for the best." I said, wondering what kind of unbearable commiseration I was in store for. There's nothing worse than the understanding words of someone you can't have.

I like to keep my room softly lit in the evening. I have several small, shaded lamps placed about the room. A welcoming atmosphere, I felt.

Stephen sat on the carpet with his back against the wall.

"We're lucky we have these views of downtown." he said as I poured him a glass and brought it over to him.

"Yeah." I said sitting a few feet away from him with my gaze directed out of the window. I was having a hard time looking at him. I got another joint going, and we shared it. 

"Whew! Good stuff." Stephen exclaimed, blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the room. "Should help me sleep." he said.

"Trouble sleeping?" I asked, keenly feeling the stupidity of the question. I was getting pretty darn high, to be honest.

"Well, I just miss her so goddam much." stephen said, letting his head roll from side to side on the wall. "It's tough."

"Sure. Sure it is." I said. "About that letter..." I began, not knowing what I would say.

"Yes! The letter. Jim, I was so touched by it! Really. At first, I was not at all sure how to respond but, hey, in the end I thought, 'Well how sweet is that?'

"Really?" I said, disbelief unmistakable in my voice.

"Absolutely! Look, I know you're gay, right? That's been clear all along. And we are friends. What you offered makes sense in that regard. And I'm pretty sure you have some feeling for me."

"Stephen", I said with deep sincerity, 'Jill is about the luckiest girl anywhere. No kidding!"

"Flattery is, well... so nice to hear! Thank you, Jim."

"Anyway, I hope there are no unresolved feelings around this". I said. "I meant well."

I poured more champagne into our glasses. 

As I poured, Stephen spoke to me.

"Maybe you could help me get to sleep tonight, my friend." 

Bubbles slid down the side of Stephen's glass as I overfilled it.

"Sure, Stephen. I've got a couple more j's at the ready here..."

"I mean, you know..., what you suggested. In your letter, Jim." Stephen said, giving me a searching look.

"Um...Um... do you mean..." I stammered.

"Yes I do! I" Stephen replied. "I mean, at first I thought, 'this is crazy. My roommate 'taking care' of me? But, God knows, Jim, I need it! I tell you, I wake up in the middle of the night and my dick is just aching, it's so hard! I'm not going to mess around with another woman. No way. Jill is IT for me. But it would be... Jesus... it would be so nice just to get a bit of release. And that's why I'm here, Jim, to be honest."

Stephen got up from his seat and stretched. Then he went around the room, sizing up the contents.

"Nice lighting. Hey, it's okay for me to come in here to hang out, isn't it?" 

This sounded like an assertion of rights rather than a polite request.

"Of course!" I approved of the idea heartily, and I LOVED the way Stephen took the reins. 

"If I'm not here, then I'm not using it". I said good-naturedly. 

Stephen lifted the bottle from the slushy ice and emptied the contents into our glasses.

"And when you are here and I need your room?" Stephen leveled at me.

'Shit', I thought, 'He sure knows how to take charge'.

"Well, sure! It's a big flat. Yeah, any time, Stephen."

I could feel my longing for this man manifesting beyond my control. My penis was in an uncomfortable bend in its semi-erect state, and bound up in my shorts. I didn't know if it was the possibility of servicing Stephen's cock and balls that was arousing me, or if it was the manner in which he strode about the room, claiming it as his. I loved the whole package, really. And he was no dummy. He knew I was in love with him.

Of course, I understood Stephen's bold behavior as a way of exhibiting his influence and superiority over me. Hey. No complaints! I would find ways to show him that I knew my place.

"Now, Jim, I want it to be clear from the outset that you will pleasure me and expect nothing for it." 

"For me," he said, looking down at the floor, "it's just really difficult to not have someone appreciating me sexually. I suppose that's kind of vain. I miss her voice. She had special names for me."

"I get it, Stephen. You're such a passionate couple, you and Jill. Yes, it must be difficult."

I walked the two paces to where he was standing. Looking into his eyes, I slowly descended until I was kneeling before him. I was face-to-face with Stephen's crotch. There was an awkward silence. I dared not look up. 

'Finally', I thought. 'I'll have his nice, warm penis in my mouth. I can't wait to taste it!'

Stephen began to loosen his belt. As he did, I took a chance and, leaning forward, I gave his hand a kiss. He said nothing, just methodically worked at removing his pants.

"I'm so excited." I said in a whisper. Perhaps I hadn't intended to speak aloud.

"What was that?" Stephen said.

Oh! You heard me."

"I thought you were saying something, that's all. Well?"

"I said I was excited." I said. I'm sure he could see me happily grinning below him.

"That's great. We should both have a good time, right?" he said, and clumsily rumpled my hair.

Stephen stepped out of his pants and, naturally, my eyes went to where his genitals pressed against the blue cotton of his briefs. I could see where the head of the penis was pressed forward, hoping for more room.

"Jim, when did you first know...you know...that you're... ."

"Oh, you mean a cocksucker?" I said, and blushed violently.

"Yeah, I guess. I was going to say"gay" but I suppose it's the same thing."

"For lots of guys, sucking cock is it. They can't get enough of it. I know I can't."

I had by then taken Stephen's pants, folded them, and place them on the floor. He now stood in T shirt, underwear, and socks. He lifted the shirt over his head. Then he hooked his thumbs into the binding of his briefs.

"Well, let's see how you like this cock." Stephen said with a touch of confidence in his words and, with that, he let his briefs fall to gather at his feet. I moved closer on my knees, picked up the still-warm underwear and the T shirt, folded them and placed them neatly with the other clothes.

Looking up from my task, I glanced at Stephen's cock which was presenting itself in profile to me. It was magnificent. 

"Leave the clothes alone, and come over here." Stephen said.

I sidestepped over to him on my knees until I was directly in front of him.

"Your erection is beautiful." I said.

Stephen turned a bit from side to side to give me different views of it. He sure loved showing it off!

I was so happy that I was going to get to know Stephen's penis in an intimate way. And he seemed to be 100% behind it, as well! It was a stunning piece of man-meat. No wonder Jill was calling him all those crazy names. 

Stephen had been touching himself a bit (to show me what a REAL hard-on looks like, I suppose). And, wow, did he ever have one! 

I felt a thin stream of saliva run from the corner of my mouth as Stephen turned around, and before me were his two full, round ass cheeks, lightly covered in fine, dark hairs. I watched their soft,fluid movement as Stephen adjusted himself.

He turned to me. "Come closer." he said.

I was already close, but I inched up a bit more. I could feel the warmth coming off of his erection, and my nostrils savored the different aromas that tend to bloom between a man's legs. 

"Tell me about my cock, Jim. Describe it for me." Stephen directed.

From my perspective, a man with a cock as fine as this one was entitled to be an egoistic show-off. Stephen was showing me who was boss.

"The length...should I get a measuring tape or...?"

"It's nine and five eighths, Jim. Six flaccid."

"So, a formidable organ, we'd have to say." and in saying this, I looked up into Stephen's eyes.

"Go on." he said.

"The shaft is of a good girth and is well-supplied with blueish veins, some very fine and dark purple, others more prominent and a lighter shade. They take strange circuitous paths. A few travel across the top of the shaft, while others go for several inches down its length.

"What about my helmet?" Stephen interrupted, and I was delighted that he did.

"Yes! Sometimes called the 'head' or 'glans'" I began, genuinely enthused to be on the topic. 

"Here we have a proud example of the 'mushroom' head." I declared, and I moved around it from an inch or two away. I was enjoying the opportunity to praise Stephen in this way. It made me so horny!




A Helping Hand



"The trademark large size of it, - that is, it's breadth, well-transcending that of the shaft. Mushroom heads are prized for their grandeur, their commanding presence. Gays and women alike love the feel of one in the mouth, letting the tongue-tip play along the sloped ridge on top, or the plump globes on the underside. And women groan low and happy when they feel that same mammoth head, bathed in cunt juice and precum, making its joyous way down the tight length of their greedy pussies."

"Okay. I guess that's enough." Stephen said looking embarrassed. " I just like to hear a little appreciation, is all." He looked away sheepishly. "Oh...and...that was good, by the way. I think you captured my penis quite well."

"Of course, Stephen! You should be celebrated by all who know you for a true man. You don't take shit from people; you call a spade a spade; you're proud of packing that amazing cock of yours; and you know for sure that, walking down any city street, more than half the people you go past would give a lot to fill their mouths with it."

Not wanting to be too forward, but wishing to move things along, I bent down and delivered a soft kiss to each of Stephen's socked feet. It was my first contact with him outside of day-to-day jostling or high 5's.

Stephen took a wider stance, moving his legs out and standing with his arms crossed. 

"okay, Jim. Give me a blow job." he said.

I think he was taking a stern, hard-ass posture to make it clear that he wasn't queer. I found that touching AND erotic. I was entirely prepared to admit that he was a lot of man. He looked the part there, standing so majestically. A proud rooster. And if I could find my niche in his life somehow... well, that would be a dream. 'Give it your all, Jim!' I exhorted myself. If I pleased him well here, he might have time for me even when Jill was around. I could see to that, of course. There are ways of arousing a man that Jill possibly didn't know of (of course, I did), or that she would simply not do.

Stephen walked to my bed, his cock swinging in front of him, and got a pillow.

"For your knees." he said, placing it at his feet, and I gave him a grateful look. 

'By all means, let's be comfy while I see what I can do about making your ball-sack a little bit lighter.' I mused to myself.

With light fingers, I held the rock-hard penis in my hands. There was room enough for me to get both of them wrapped around the shaft. I could feel jerky tremors running through the whole length. 

The helmet reacted immediately to my touch, swelling to epic size, the skin of the warm bulbous flesh stretched taut and gleaming. I knelt there and stared at it as it pulsed rhythmically.

"My God." I whispered.

"That's a boy, Jim. Take your time. Get acquainted. Give it a kiss."

I placed my lips gently against the turgid crown and kissed it. A spasm ran through Stephen and he moaned. I began to, timidly at first, plant kisses over all the helmet, moving, say, a half inch or so between kisses. I felt as though I were out on a date with a beautiful penis, and we were making out. I let one of my hands move to Stephen's scrotum. I played gently with his balls, feeling their weight in my hand, and their warmth. Meanwhile, I had managed to let all of Stephen's cock-head into my mouth. It was heaven! I knew that he was looking at the proceedings with interest. I could feel his eyes on me as I let the head slip back and forth between my lips.

"Atta boy, Jimmy." he said. "Jeez! Your lips are so soft. Mmmmmm! What a friend. Damn! Fuck, yeah!" he cried, throwing his head back.

Naturally, I was overjoyed to hear Stephen react so strongly to my attentions. So, he likes my soft lips. Wasn't that nice. Well, I was just getting started!

Stephen was leaking pre-cum now, and I waited patiently for more of it to rise to the surface and drip from the miniature lips. 

Little did Stephen know that, not without some effort, I had become accomplished at deep-throating a man. It took a good bit of practice but, once past the gag reflex, you're home free. I began to let more of Stephen into my mouth. At one point, I was halfway down the shaft when Stephen said:

"Damn, Jim. You are phenomenal."

With my lips stretched wide around my roommate's cock, I looked up to him and winked. I slowly introduced more cock into my mouth, and Stephen was in sheer bliss.

Whoooeee! I've never been this far into someone before. Damn, it's sweet!"

I watched as his eyes rolled back into his head, and his mouth hung open.

Knowing that I now had a very interested audience, I started feeling my way around. I reached between Stephen's strong thighs with one hand, and began caressing his ass. He moaned approvingly, and I could not help expressing my own pleasure, moaning in response. 

All that time, I had been paying close attention to the matter at hand (or 'in mouth', as the case may be!)

I had become happily accustomed, in the previous few minutes, to entertaining a 9 5/8" length of lovely cock in my soft and welcoming mouth. Hooray for my lucky mouth!! I couldn't imagine how many fag whores would love to be in my place. But it was me: Jimmy got the beautiful cock. Jimmy has a real man!

"Jim! Buddy! Hey, I feel like I gotta blow. Is that okay, man?" Stephen said, his breath coming in bursts now. 

"Shit. I'm going to cum so hard. I can feel it." he said through his gritted teeth.

"By now, I had my nose buried in Stephen's thick black pubes. I'd say about a tenth of the weight of my head was cock right about then. 

After patting them goodbye, I once again gave Stephen's ass-cheeks an appraising once-over. Sweet! They were officially on my kiss list. 

Now,with one hand fingering his ball-sack, and the other resting on his lean thigh, I waited with great expectation for the moment when he would explode. Oh, there'd be:

Cum in my hair,

Cum everywhere!

It was gratifying enough to finally be sucking Stephen, but I also savored our friendship, which was warm and respectful and fun. And here he was, poor guy, deprived of his very hot girlfriend for an extended time, trying to at least lessen the raging need to fuck at the rate he had grown accustomed to. And the lucky bastard! A made-to-order cock-slave right on the premises, ready to kneel and serve at any time. And a cook and a maid, to boot!

Stephen eased his very happy penis out of my mouth. I watched it slowly appear: the skin a ruddy, bruised-pink from all the attention it had just received, the prominent veins, and all of it glistening with saliva. My word!

With his legs beginning to tremble as if some eruption was brooding somewhere in them, Stephen grasped his cock with one hand. He squeezed hard, and the already-massive cock-head gleamed yet more darkly as it gained its fullest stature. 

Had he not bopped me on the head with his very ready penis, I'd still be under its spell!

"Look, here's what I want you to do for me, jimmy. Pay attention! I got such a load here. Do you think you can keep up with it when I orgasm? It's up to you."

"Stephen, I'm very sure that I can accommodate the full volume of your semen. And I would be blessed, indeed, to feel your warm cum bathing my throat. But I think it would be nice to maybe eat the first surge, then just let the rest fall where it may! I would love to watch your seed fly through the air, as I know it must."

"Okay. Cum in the mouth first. Then I shoot the rest on your face?" Stephen queried, not wishing me to be disappointed, or so it seemed to me.

"Yes! All on the face, if you can."

"I don't know. I always throw a bunch of big, sticky wads. Especially when I've been minus a fuck partner for awhile."

"Sounds cool!" I said, envisioning myself with his grey, light-yellow sperm rolling prodigiously down my face from all angles, and dangling from my chin.

"Okay. Let's get going." Stephen said curtly.

"First, I want you to get the head and a couple inches more in your mouth." and to this I most adroitly responded!

"Good. That feels just right." 

"Then, you know what they say about idle hands. Get one of you hands - doesn't matter which - reach between my legs, and stroke my ass. Got it?"

"Oh, absolutely! Kind of like I did before?"

"Sure. That'll do. I liked it."

"Thank you, Stephen!" I said, with sudden and unexpected emotion.

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Back to the game plan. I want a 'first class' orgasm here, and your role is important. Now, getting back to my ass... look, women drool over it. They tell me that they do. One didn't want to go to sleep without her head resting on it. So, I know I have a really attractive ass. While you're petting me there, you are invited to - very gently - probe into the crevice, and well..., explore! With your other hand... what do you think? Where might it be of some use?"

"Give your hanging basket a little massage?"

"Exactly. My balls. Ah! this sounds like such a great plan! Thanks again, Jim, for being available. I know I can be a bit fussy about how I like things. You've been great."

"I disagree, actually." I said. "I think you simply know what you want, and you have the moxie to ask for it. That's so admirable, and not a bit 'fussy'".

Following Stephen's instructions, I was soon coordinating the prelude to a massive orgasm. With both hands delighting in their tasks, and Stephen's lusty phallus disporting itself merrily in my hungry mouth, I did all that I could to help bring this man to a memorable climax.

Stephen's ass-cheeks clamped tight onto my probing fingers, then loosened. He was heading to his finish. His breath emerged from a deep quarter, serene and open, but for a quiver at the end of the outbreath. Again, my hand was pressed tight between the cheeks, and Stephen reached down and held my head in his hands, seeing...what?

"Portrait of a boy with a big Cock in his Mouth."?

Why not. It was the pinnacle of my life! I'd always hoped for a masculine guy with a nice dick to take an interest in me. But it's slim pickins getting that combo. Best enjoy it while you can. And I planned to.

Suddenly, Stephen was pulling at my hair. I looked up, and the tendons in his neck were tighter than banjo strings. I brought both hands up to ground level, and began to pump Stephen. I let the head slip out some, and I fell to sucking it hard, my tongue going crazy on it, licking the plump rim, and savoring its musty aroma.

All at once, Stephan thrust forward, and I was ready for him. His cock plunged in all the way. The animal sound I heard coming from his breast, I could never recreate. It was pure release, pure satisfaction. He plunged again. I felt the initial surge of sperm fill my mouth. It was so warm and delicious, and I wanted to drink every last drop, but I remembered our plan. In tacit cooperation, we each drew back from our joining. Just as the erupting member reached daylight, as though it were Eros with an arrow, it spewed a forceful and copious emission that landed between my eyes and on my nose. An express love letter. As I fell to scooping up the goodies, the next salvo struck. Now, the left side of my face was dripping with Stephen-cum. He was saying something to me, but I was too crazy with lust to understand. He kept saying it and patting my head as though I were a dog. Feeling that I had more than enough cum on my face (and my neck and my chest, by this time.) I left the penis to drain onto the carpet. It was still hiccuping and bouncing about spasmodically, reminding me of a race horse resting and cooling down after its exertions. 

I was a bit embarrassed, kneeling on the floor with semen all over me. But I soon forgot myself as I fell to cleaning up. The cum was still warm and very fine for eating. I scooped it off my face, and collected it in the cupped palm of my other hand. When I had a decent amount, I would slurp it up, then lick my fingers as Stephen looked on. I was very turned on by it all: a virile man watches a grateful homosexual eating his semen in front of him, and thanking him profusely.

"Stephen! Good lord, it was amazing!! Mmmmm. Your cum is so tasty!"

"Hey! Help over here. I'm a mess. Clean ME up, then worry about the rest."

"Yes, sir." I responded, first quickly checking to assure that I was relatively cum-free. There were large areas on my neck and chest that were dry now, though crusty with residue. 

Stephen was swaying giddily in the center of the room. His cock hung limp,now, with a thread of cum hanging from it.

"Gee, Stephen." I said. "You were wonderful. Thanks!" 

A silence fell between us. 

"So, let me get you clean, eh?" I said.

It was so good licking Stephen's warm skin free of cum. He had jizzed onto his belly, and legs, and feet. His pubic patch needed a good lick job, as well. (It's not easy getting cum out of pubic hair!) After he was very clean, and I'd blow-dried him, Stephen prepared to take his leave, pulling on his pants, checking his watch. Before he had a chance to pull up his zipper, I rushed forward and gently buried my face onto the fabric of his briefs, feeling the contours of the warm cock there. 

"Thank you, Stephen." I said, still kneeling. "Visit again if you like. anytime." I was sad to see him go, but I knew better than to protest. 

"Jim, that was exactly what I needed, I'll have you know. Damn! It was good!"

I beamed at him, hearing these words.

"I was so happy to see you get relief, sir. It was wonderful for me, too."

In less than half an hour, Stephen was softly snoring, and I went out for more champagne. It's good to be prepared!

Next: Jill returns and... something's different.



A Helping Hand



"A Helping Hand" (circa-1966)

The full length mirror on the bedroom wall threw back an image of a fit and healthy eighteen-year-old man, boasting an impressive sculptured and toned physique. 

Lifting the lid of the record player and carefully lowering the needle onto a black piece of vinyl, cursing when the needle missed the start and scratched the surface. 

'In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty,' Donovan chimed. 'To feel you all around me,' he sang, letting the wet towel drop to the floor, smiling with admiration at the perfect specimen of manhood hanging in a gentle curve over his left thigh.

Some of his friends often teased him about the size of his penis. And when he was taking showers after playing football he noticed that compared to other boys of his age he had been gifted with an exceptional attachment. 

Eric Clapton and Bob Dylan looked down from posters on the bedroom wall as he pulled on a pair of tight beige shorts and slipped a white t-shirt over his chest. 

He looked into the mirror, checking his winning smile, his immaculate appearance and the orderly bulge straining inside his shorts. 

With temperatures reaching into the high seventies it was only late morning and even with all the windows open his bedroom was incredibly hot and uncomfortable. 

A generous splash of after shave and another glance in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect before he left the house and headed off to meet his best friend. 

Strolling along in the sweltering heat he wondered if this year could get any better. England had beaten Germany 4-2 in the final of the World Cup. He was about to start his fist job as a trainee building surveyor with a local firm of architects and next week he was going on holiday to Barcelona with his best friend, Andy Dobson. 

But football, work and holidays were insignificant. The only thing on his mind today was meeting Andy's mother. 

Ruth Dobson lived with her son in a detached house on a private residential estate on the outskirts of Gateshead. In all the time he had known Andy and Ruth they had never once discussed or even mentioned the subject of her divorce, almost six years ago.  

According to gossiping neighbours when Ruth discovered her husband was having an affair with his secretary - apparently a woman half his age with loose legs and firm young tits - he came home one night, packed a bag and walked out of her life. 

During the early stages, Ruth was devastated and struggled emotionally with the circumstances, but time is a great healer and eventually she recovered from her ordeal and was able to get on with her new life. Some people said that when the time came she actually looked forward to the divorce. 

The divorce settlement left Ruth financially comfortable which enabled her to pay for Andy's university fees and a new Austin Mini for his eighteenth birthday.

He often wondered whether his insatiable appetite for knowledge was driven by his own aspirations for academic achievement or more of a parental motivation to please his mother.

In the girls and sex department, Andy claimed to have lost his virginity to a girl he met when he was on a camping holiday with his parents in southern France. 

He was still a virgin. Probably because he had been going out with a girl for almost two-years, who constantly reminded him that the Catholic Church advocated that sex before marriage was an unholy act. And definitely because her parents had an over-bearing disciplinarian attitude with their daughter's social life, both lecturing her about the merciless wrath that would befall her if she ever gave in to temptation and that boys were the evil seed of Satan and if she ever explored such wicked and unholy temptations, God would come down and pierce her eyes with fire. 

But the day she let him touch her breasts for the very first time would be embedded in his memory for life. He wasn't sure whether it was her final pledge of endearment or just a parting gift, but there was an uncanny coincidence on that particular day. 

Not long after he had fondled her breasts she told him that her parents were going to live in Australia and she would be going with them. 

Up till now, sex had been nothing more than imagination and endless hours of masturbation. 

For a woman in her early-forties Ruth Dobson was a beautiful, elegant and sexy woman. 

Greeted at the door with an infectious smile and a soft kiss on the cheek was all it took to shape a growing lump inside his shorts. 

"Come in Mark," Ruth invited, with a sweeping hand, a smile showing perfect white teeth, sipping a cool drink from a glass, a motioning finger pointing at the kitchen door. 

"Andy's waiting outside on the patio," she said, her voice whispered in a seductive melody, her large breasts making a brief appearance through a gap in her blouse. "I've prepared cold drinks. If you come this way," she offered, heading for the door, his feet following quickly on her heels, his eyes glued to her shapely curves, her endless legs disappearing inside a pair of snug fitting white shorts, her pouting bottom lifting and lowering as she shifted her weight, waving invitingly from beneath the tight fabric, revealing shrouded hints of the alluring nakedness that lay beneath. 

The drink was cold, his heart warming to the acquaintance of her elegance and captivating smile, watching her skipping around the patio, fussing over the two of them as if they were both her children, an accidental meeting of hands or the slightest touch of her womanly curves sending a shiver up his spine, leaving him with an iceberg of an erection straining inside of his shorts. 

There had been numerous occasions when the heat from hormonal proximity was so intense that he had to sprint home to release the build-up of steaming contents inside his testicles, although there were times when his desire to masturbate was so urgent that he had to use her bathroom to offload a generous amount of seminal fluid into the toilet pan.

Thermometers were almost reaching boiling point, sending needles high into the eighties the day Andy and Ruth pulled the car to a halt outside his parent's house. 

After squeezing his bag into the boot of the car and giving his mother and sister Victoria a hug, they were gone. 

Their holiday to Barcelona involved a short detour to Ipswich to visit Andy's grandmother. While the two boys were away Ruth was going to spend some valued time with her mother. 

Even with all of the windows rolled down the heat inside the Austin Mini was unbearable. Andy at the steering wheel, him in the front passenger seat, accepting the role of navigator, Ruth casually thumbing through a magazine in the back, a wide-brimmed straw-hat tilted on her head, her fingers playing with a silver pendant hanging on a chain around her neck, twisting the buttons on her blouse, the white summer dress creeping slowly above her knees, the slightest movement in the seat offering hints of the enchanting treasures that lay beneath. 

"Would you two boys like a mint?" Ruth asked, searching inside a straw bag, the question giving him another excuse to crane his head and look back over his shoulder, a welcoming smile and a soft voice greeting his inquisitive eyes. 

"Take one for Andrew," she said, fanning her face with the magazine, her summer dress riding high on her thighs, her white knickers in full view, his decadent subconscious flashing images of the buttons on her blouse springing apart and a surge of pure woman spilling out. 

In the claustrophobia of closeness and the emerging heat of hormonal chaos, pulses throbbed, heart beats raced and genitalia stirred, perspiration and perfume teasing his nostrils, filling the car with the aroma of sex. 

Was it the humidity of the afternoon sun, or was it the heat of sexually charged bodies, he thought. 

Whatever it was it had left him with a throbbing nuisance inside his shorts and he wondered how many times he could discretely lower his hand and make an adjustment without making it too obvious. 

It was almost six-o'clock when they finally reached Ipswich.

The imposing Victorian double-fronted detached house set in an acre of land, boasting six bedrooms and a large sun terrace at the rear leading to a gazebo bordering a small orchard at the bottom of the garden, was certainly impressive.

Although Edith Webster had recently suffered a stroke, leaving one side of her face and body semi-paralysed, she showed amazing courage to ensure that her disability wouldn't prevent her from the life she had cherished with her late husband Arthur. 

The house held many memories of her late husband and Edith made it very clear to anyone who asked that she would only leave when heaven calls her name. 

During dinner that evening, Ruth had been sampling the red wine a little too much and a little too often, and it was evident from her slurred speech that she was heading for a severe hangover the next day. 

After putting Edith safely to bed and making a short detour to her wardrobe, Ruth walked back into the living room wearing a figure hugging red skirt and a blouse with too many buttons undone. 

She smiled poured wine into a glass and lifted the lid of the record player. 

The romantic voice of Frank Sinatra filled the room. 'Strangers in the Night,' she sang, a glass of wine in her hand, twirling on tiptoes to an imaginary waltz, a vision of wonder floating on air around the room. 'What were the chances, we'd be sharing love, before the night was through,' she harmonised with Frank, her curvy bottom swaying with the rhythm of the music, sweeping her tongue suggestively over her lips, blowing the occasional kiss from the palm of her hand when she thought her son wasn't looking. 

Andy sighed, jumped to his feet and pointed at the clock above the fireplace. 

"It's getting late. I think we should all get some sleep."

Andy's uncompromising stare was enough to prompt his friend to lift from the sofa. 

"Not before I have a dance," Ruth insisted, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. 

"You can go to bed Andrew," she added, her words slurred from too much wine, pointing a finger at the door. "We'll follow you up as soon as we've finished our dance." 

Grunting his frustration through hissing teeth, muttering in disapproving grunts, Andy headed for the door, his footfalls thudding in fading echoes on the creaking stairs.

"Dance with me Mark," she whispered, her words breathed more than spoken, peppering soft kisses over his neck and blowing a whisper of hot air into his ear, running a soft hand across his face, feeling his growing limb pressing urgently against her burning heat. 

The closeness, the warmth of two bodies joined together in a moment of spontaneous intimacy, moving to persuasive urges, meeting the force, applying more pressure against his swollen flesh, twisting and wriggling her hips, letting him feel the heat of arousal, the urgent sexual desire of a wanting woman. 

The kiss was warm wet and hungry, the promise of expectation stealing his heart and the breath from his lungs, lust and hormonal chaos teasing his senses, adrenaline fuelling testosterone, a heart racing in timeless beats, a throbbing limb straining inside his shorts, threatening to make an appearance, his balls about to erupt at any second. 

He wanted to tell her to stop but that was never going to happen.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept on dry sheets. The sleepless nights, his mind creating images of her naked body lying in his bed, a running commentary, a filthy narrative to stimulate the countless hours of masturbation and the violent orgasms that followed. 

And now the woman who had helped to launch a trillion sperm was pushing her body against his swollen flesh with lustful intent, teasing his senses and corrupting his mind with potential and suggestive implications.

Mouths collided, tongues duelled passionately, the warmth of her breasts flattening against his chest, hands fondling and touching, feeling and caressing, hormonal turmoil spinning inside his head, his body responding in ways he could never have imagined. 

He had to ask himself was this really happening or was he dreaming? If it was a dream he never wanted to wake up. 

The pulse of her lips and the fullness of her breasts promised him the moment was real. 

A vulva burning with desire, the heat of passion pooling between her legs, breathing in short gasps through tight lips, moans and groans chasing laboured pants, her breasts rising and falling against his chest, a thousand butterflies fluttering inside her stomach, the ache between her thighs pleading for attention, closing her eyes, a wanting woman floating in a dreamy trance, a needy woman lost in a moment of sensual arousal. 

Hormones erupting with the acquaintance of touch, two hearts beating in an intimate union of surreptitious flutters and anxious confusion, two heads swimming in a sea of mixed emotions, two people losing control of rational, arousal and expectation sweeping away caution, pushing and thrusting, letting her feel his hardness pressing against her softness.

Tugging and pulling impatiently with the clip on her bra, two weighty breasts spilling from their bondage and into his hands, feeling the warmth and the softness between his fingers, fondling the hard nipples between his finger and thumb, pulling and twisting each one a little more than he intended. 

"Be gentle," she whispered, breaking away from the embrace, smiling at his innocence, watching his face turning crimson and his mouth searching for apologetic words. 

She smiled and placed a finger over his lips. 

"Don't say anything. It's not necessary. Sex is a perfectly natural biological function and I'm rather flattered that...at my age, I still have that effect on a man," she said, removing the finger from his lips, a soft voice revealing a trace of sadness. 

"I also have needs, Mark. It's been a long time since my divorce and far too long since I had..." her voice faded, her eyes taking a detour over his youthful physique, a collection of immoral thoughts gathering inside her head. His fit young body...His firmness...His endless stamina...The gruesome muscle hidden beneath his shorts... 

Shaking her head and rolling he eyes, banishing the corrupt thoughts from her mind, a deep intake of breath giving her time to regain her composure, a feigned smile and an anxious voice betraying a hint of longing and frustrated desire. 

"Well let's just say far too long since I enjoyed the comforts of a man." 

What happened next would be etched in his memory for the rest of his life. 

The embrace was warm and affectionate, lips touched and mouths crashed together in a smouldering kiss, two bodies energised by an exchange of powerful electric charges, eager tongues joining together in a ballet of heightening endearment, impatient hands sweeping over fabric, over curves, over bulges, over flesh, searching and probing, fondling and squeezing, feeling the firmness, the length, the thickness, the pulse beneath the cotton fabric responding to the persuasion of touch.

"Wow," she gasped, breaking from the kiss. "That's something to be proud of. The girls will be queuing up for you," she said, forcing a smile that quickly faded.

The sound of elephant-like feet thudding on the stairs interrupted their moment of passion.

A frustrated sigh and a nervous shuffle on the sofa, eager to get distance between them, a quick rearranging of clothes making sure there were no signs of mischief, innocent faces looking up from the sofa, watching and listening, waiting patiently for the living-room door to burst open at any moment. They looked at the door. They looked at each other. They waited for the lecture that never came. 

Disapproving sighs and mutters of frustration, glasses clinking and an unnecessary clashing of cupboard doors echoing from the kitchen was all they got. 

"Just getting a drink of water," Andy growled into a glass, the tone of his voice growing louder, a clear sign that he didn't agree with leaving his mother alone with his friend. 

In a room full of emotions they forced smiles and spoke in surreptitious whispers, watching the fire crackle, the mood unavoidably broken, the intimacy and the passion, the excitement and libido consumed in the flames. 

But although the interruption frustrated him a little there was no denying that the promise of flirtatious interaction and the mutual exchange of chemistry were all encouraging signs that their conversation was becoming more of an adult nature. 

Ruth emptied what was left of the wine into two glasses and made the best attempt to apologise for her son's protective behaviour. 

"Ever since the divorce, Andy has inherited a protective influence on my life. He means well," she sighed, lifting the glass to her mouth. "He's still young and sensitive but it's just a matter of time before he grows out of it," she smiled, draining the wine from her glass.

It was just after one o'clock when they climbed the creaking stairs and headed off to bed. 

His bedroom was spacious and immaculately clean, boasting a double bed, a wash hand basin and fitted wardrobes running the entire length of one wall. 

He removed his t-shirt, dropped his shorts to the floor and took himself in hand. 

It was time for the tissues. 

Tonight's masturbation would be special. 

The bulging veined beast throbbed in his hand, images for masturbation already forming inside his head. The kiss... The heat of her breath... Her stunning body... Her shapely bottom... Her weighty tits falling into his hands... Her hand stroking his cock...

The solo stimulation quickly gathered speed, an eager and impatient hand working the meaty length up and down, fast and slow, tugging and pulling, up and down, increasing the pace, a filthy commentary motivating momentum, faster and faster. 

The sound of the bedroom door closing against the latch and the shapely silhouette of an unexpected visitor dressed in a white robe, standing motionless with her back against the door, interrupted his moment of pleasure. 

He sat up in bed and pulled a bed sheet over the swollen limb, blinking his eyes and trying to focus in the darkness. But even in the obscurity of the room the shapely curves visible through the diaphanous material and the unmistakable smell of perfume informed him that Ruth Dobson had entered his bedroom. 

Floating across the room in a whisper of silent footsteps, her shapely breasts bouncing beneath the robe, the bed creaking slightly as she settled her weight on the mattress, a thin smile curling the corners of her mouth. 

"Don't say a word. We don't want anyone to hear us?" she whispered, covering his mouth with her hand.

"But...But...We..." he stammered, opening and closing his mouth, searching for words, but nothing was coming out, the promise of suggestion interrupting his painful dilemma. 

"It's okay. Don't try to talk. After our unfinished romance I had to come here tonight. I think you were expecting me, weren't you?" she asked, resignation making way for optimism, leaning over and kissing him softly on the forehead. 

"Yes...I suppose," he mumbled unconvincingly, failing to disguise the delight in his voice, the phallic object poking beneath the white cotton sheet teasing her curiosity, bringing a smile to her face and a question forming on her lips. 

"Is that a present for me?" she mockingly asked, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I like presents...Can I open it now?" she smiled, pulling the bed sheet from his naked body, flicking the switch on a table light. "I like to see what I'm getting," she giggled, the forty-watt bulb just enough to show white teeth smiling through full red lips. 

He shuffled nervously on the bed, clutching his testicles with one hand and grabbing a very impressive erection with the other, trying to hide his embarrassment behind a smile.




A Helping Hand



"I can help you with that...If you'll let me?" she teased, her eyes taking a quick tour of his firm young body, running a playful finger over the hard sculptured peaks, searching the indents and valleys, exploring and probing the proportional bumps of his abdomen, lowering her hand and sweeping her fingers through his pubic hair, searching his eyes before scraping a finger nail over the scrotum.

A heart banging inside his chest, a surge of visceral blood rushing through his veins at the speed of sound, chemicals charging hormones, adrenalin fuelling arousal, the fleshy muscle pulsing between his fingers, a lump in his throat threatening to stop him breathing, watching and waiting, wondering what mind-blowing thing would happen next.

Lifting slowly from the bed the vision of beauty loosened her robe, brushing it casually from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, two melon-sized breasts spilling out in front of his eyes, nipples blossoming from dark areolas, the smile of perfection lifting the corners of her mouth, the glint of a temptress dancing behind her eyes. 

His penis twitched. His heart missed a beat. His mouth opened and his jaw dropped. He was afraid that if he blinked his eyes the impossible image would suddenly vanish. 

He choked back a lump in his throat and refocused his eyes, taking in her unabashed beauty, a work of art silhouetted against porcelain skin, full lips begging to be kissed, shapely breasts and nipples standing firm and erect on dark areolas, the sculptured curves of an hour-glass figure, the junction where hips joined never-ending legs, the mysterious shadowy triangle of pubic hair clearly visible beneath a pair of white panties. 

Hormonal chaos rattled around inside his head, saliva flooding in rivers inside his mouth, mindful that if he didn't swallow soon he would end up drooling down his chin. 

Stepping over the garment and sitting back on the bed, a flirtatious smile lifting the corners of her mouth, kissing him softly on the lips, lowering her hand and tugging at his fingers, trying to liberate the swollen object from his hand, snorting a surprised gasp when the fleshy limb sprung free from his grasp. 

A familiar wetness manifesting between her thighs, her eyes falling under a hypnotic spell, staring wide eyed at the formidable object, capturing images of perfection, studying the shape of the bulbous head, making a mental note of the awesome length, marvelling at the substantial girth, watching the sticky white fluid oozing from the open eye. 

"Such a fearsome object on any man would stimulate the vulva of most women, even a nun," she thought, her mind running wild with erotic images, his swollen flesh stretching, filling, abusing her body.

"Give me your hands," she said, never once taking her eyes away from his manhood, placing his hands firmly on her breasts, letting him feel the warmth, the weight, the softness and the hard nipples rubbing against his sweating palms, watching him fondling and squeezing her breasts, smiling at his innocence as he played carelessly with the nipples.

Impulse responding to suggestion, two bodies embracing in the heat of passion, wrapping her fingers around the fleshy column, feeling the firmness filling her hand, moving in slow measured strokes up and down the length, clutching and relaxing, dragging the loose foreskin over the smooth head, increasing the pace, fast and meaningful, slow and deliberate, back and forth, tugging hard, up and down, gripping and squeezing, pulling fast, stoking and squeezing, up and down, back and forth, tugging and pulling, a surge of blood rushing into the swollen limb, his balls tightening inside the scrotum, emotional fluids weeping from the small eye, coating her hand with his sticky seed. 

"I'm coming...I'm coming," he moaned, closing his eyes and moving his hips, inhaling and exhaling, sucking in deep gasps of air through clenched teeth.

"Come for me. Let it all come out," she said, in a persuasive whisper. 

The dam broke, his balls exploded, erupting in an unprecedented ocean of boiling hot lava, his life source shooting into orbit before falling back to earth, warm streams of seminal fluid spattering her hand, decorating her breasts and spilling over the bed sheets. 

Breathing in urgent gasps of air through his nose, his limp flesh hanging like a quivering serpent over his thigh, his balls drained of passion, a contented smile tugging the corners of his mouth, his head and his heart floating somewhere in heaven.

She kissed him on the forehead and rolled off the bed, the messy offering cooling quickly on her hands, skipping across the room to the wash hand-basin, ignoring the old taps groaning in protest, smiling into a mirror as she cleaned the sticky mess from her hands, a love song finding its way inside her head.

Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing...Dooby-dooby-do, she whispered, taking a paper tissue from a box and cleaning his attachments, the sensuous movement of a paper tissue brushing over his fallen champion and her pendulous breasts swinging with the motion of her hand, bringing his flaccid penis back to life. 

The sticky tissue abandoned on the floor, the swollen limb growing rapidly in the palm of her hand, curling her fingers around the long veined column, working the length, pulling the foreskin over the bulbous head, watching it smooth away over the thickening girth, pausing briefly to admire the throbbing limb growing in her hand, pulses racing, a heartbeat banging inside her chest, a vulva melting between her thighs, a head spinning with the promise of expectation. 

Such a beautiful specimen... The length...The girth...The firmness...

Shaking her head, sweeping away the corrupt images from her mind, remembering that he was only eighteen and his body was still growing, mindful that she was in his bed and the ache between her legs needed urgent attention. 

"I'm not finished with you," she smiled, her knickers joining the discarded tissue on the floor, kneeling on the bed on all fours, her bottom perched precariously above his face, the folds and petals of her sex peeking through a forest of pubic hair.

Nervous hands searching in the darkness, sweeping over feminine curves, discovering unfamiliar territory, sliding a finger through the dark bush of pubic hair, parting the delicate flaps and folds, exploring the moist entrance, feeling the heat, the textures and the wetness, watching the cheeks of her bottom opening and closing, making a mental note of the hairy valley and the dark pigmented skin around her anal opening, catching a whiff of his fingers, breathing in the musty smell of sex, waiting for his balls to erupt.

It wasn't how he had imagined it to be down there and it was nothing like the pictures in the girlie magazines. He couldn't believe what was happening to his body. It felt like he was in a dream, floating somewhere above the ground... somewhere in paradise.

Up to this point in his life, Ruth had been a fantasy in his thoughts, a visitor in his imagination, guiding his hand through tireless hours of masturbation. 

A nervous lump grew in his throat, imagination running wild with conflicting thoughts that he might have to perform sexual intercourse. He swallowed the lump.

The warm melting pleasure of her mouth broke him from his mental dilemma. 

A warm wet tongue marked a sensuous trail of oral fluids along the swollen shaft, a hungry mouth sucking him in and easing him out, taking him deep and spitting him out, teasing the ridge around the smooth helmet, wiggling her tongue inside the small eye, sweeping over the bulging crown, feasting on his essence of life.

He moaned and groaned. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He blurted her name in a final warning. 

"Ruth, I'm coming...I'm...I'm coming...I'm commiinngggg." 

His balls exploded with a frenzied force, emotional ballast spewing in copious streams from the open eye, the untimely communion filling her mouth, decorating her face, stinging her eyes and making her gag, pulling the meaty object from her mouth, staring curiously at the endless surge of sticky white substance, as if fascinated by the exceptional quantity. 

"You're going to have to control your emotions when you make love to me," she announced, rather matter-of-fact, leaning over the washbasin and cleaning the sticky residue from her hands for the second time that night. 

"Make love... Mr's Dobson," he gulped. "I... I... Should tell..." 

"You don't have to explain," she whispered, interrupting his confession. "I understand your inexperience. But that's another thing I can help you with when I come to your bedroom tomorrow night," she offered, a surreptitious smile curling the corners of her mouth. 

"And after what we've just done tonight, I think you can call me Ruth." 

She slipped quickly into her clothes, kissed him softly on the forehead and crept silently from the room. 

He wasn't sure whether it was the enthusiastic knock on the bedroom door or the delicious smell of bacon and eggs that woke him from his sleep, but his eyes were just coming into focus when Andy barged into the bedroom, sweeping back the curtains with infuriating enthusiasm, filling the room with the sunlight. 

"You'll sleep your life away," he smirked. 

Remembering his sexual liaison with his mother only a few hours earlier, he greeted Andy with a lazy smile and a voice full of guilt. 

"It looks like another nice day," he croaked, failing to disguise the pride in his voice. 

A sing-along-voice greeted them at the kitchen door. 

"Good morning," Ruth chimed, placing breakfast plates on the table, leaning over and turning up the volume on the radio, their eyes meeting briefly, their faces flushing, both trying to hide behind furtive smiles.

'In My Life,' she sang with the Beatles, twirling in graceful steps, her sandals clicking on the floor tiles, her trousers clinging to her figure like a second skin, dipping into curves and hugging buttocks, breasts bouncing hypnotically inside a white blouse, finishing the song line...'I've loved them all.' 

"After you've had breakfast, I've got a little job that needs done in the gazebo," she said, pouring coffee into cups. 

Changing a light bulb would normally be a simple task. 

But hovering at the top of an unsteady pair of step ladders with a bothersome wasp buzzing around his head and a permanent lump inside his shorts screaming orders in a coital language that he couldn't comprehend didn't make the job any easier. 

"Fucking light bulb," he sighed, thoughts of the previous night flashing in his mind. 

The warmth of her mouth... her shapely breasts... her curvy bottom and bushy vulva..., the blow-job... the aroma of sex still teasing his nostrils. 

"Fuck off," he cursed, swatting away the pest with a sweeping hand, almost losing his balance, catching a glimpse of the vision of beauty walking towards the gazebo.

Framed in a halo of sunlight with one hand raised to protect her eyes from the sun, her hips swaying like a cat-walk model, her breasts bouncing freely beneath a white cotton blouse, Ruth Dobson looked like an angel. 

"Can I help?" she offered, raising both hands and squeezing his buttocks, the sound of her soft melodious voice and the slightest touch of her hand enough to awaken the sleeping monster inside his shorts.

"I would like to see what mouth-watering delights are hidden inside those shorts, but I'm afraid I must go and prepare dinner. And don't forget our rendezvous tonight?" she prompted, as she left the gazebo, just as quickly as she had entered. 

With a light bulb sweating in the palm of his hand and fantasies swimming around inside his head, her perfume teasing his nostrils and the visitor inside his shorts twitching as if it had a mind of its own, he sighed and went back to work. 

After drowning in a sea of hormonal promise for almost an hour there came a point when he thought if he didn't masturbate soon his balls would burst. 

Checking his watch for the millionth time the sound of his bedroom door closing against the latch and a whisper of movement gliding across the floor in the hide and seek of shadows, signalled the beginning of a momentous night of passion. 

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered, brushing the robe casually from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, twisting and twirling in stockings and suspenders, knickers hugging curves and dipping into valleys, a white uplifting bra exposing a deep cleavage, swaying her hips and flaunting her body with provocative ease. 

"I want to you," she smiled, flashing her eyes, reaching back with her hands and unclipping the bra, two weighty breasts tumbling out, shuffling her feet and wiggling her hips, panties shimmering over thighs and dropping to the floor, nylon stockings gliding in static whispers down long smooth legs and pooling at her feet. 

She was standing naked in front of him wearing nothing but a smile. 

"I want you now," she said, climbing on the bed, kissing his lips and blowing a whisper of hot breath into his mouth, feeling the throbbing limb pushing urgently against her body and a familiar moisture gathering between her thighs, moving her hips and pushing back, letting him feel the warmth of her tits flattening against his chest, letting him feel the intense heat of arousal and the emerging heat of passion between her legs. 

He closed his eyes and shuffled anxiously on the bed, moaning and groaning and breathing in urgent gasps, euphoric mutterings signalling his premature release. 

"Don't you dare come," she insisted, frustration curling the corner of her mouth.

"I desperately need you inside me tonight," she said, her voice fading into an apologetic sigh, a promising smile lingering long enough to make sure he controlled his emotions.

They were going to fuck, the cold realisation of performing sexual intercourse suddenly fed his panic. He choked back a lump in his throat and chewed the inside of his mouth.

'She doesn't know I'm a virgin...? Should I tell her...? What if I can't get it up...? What if I get it up and she's disappointed?' 

The sound of squeaking bedsprings and a demanding voice interrupted his torment.

"Let me get on top," she volunteered, squatting over him with both knees on the mattress, feeling the swollen limb throbbing against the cheeks of her bottom, closing his eyes tight and clenching his teeth, trying his best to control his impulsive climax. 

"Let me do the honours," she said, smiling into his closed eyes, lifting her bottom slightly, parting her legs and opening her body, lowering her hand between their heated bodies and gripping the formidable limb, easing the smooth head against the moist lips, lifting and lowering over the awesome length, easing the sturdy muscle inside her body, lifting and lowering, taking him deep, lifting up and easing down, filling her body with hard flesh. 

As he entered the gateway to heaven, chemicals charged hormones and heart beats raced, blood rushing through veins and into genitals, two people joined together in a moment of intimate connection, two voices exchanging compliments and words of endearment, loving and giving, giving and taking, moving back and forth to persuasive gestures, rejoicing in a mutual courtship of sexual discovery. 

For a brief moment he thought he had lost the distinction between reality and imagination. 

She worked him tirelessly, drawing him in and slipping him out, rising and falling, in and out, lifting and lowering, hard and fast, softness against hardness, skin smacking against skin, thrusting and grinding wriggling and twisting, thrashing from side to side, moans following groans, wheezes chasing grunts, pants forcing sighs, pulling her hair and flaunting her body in a tireless exhibition of temptation and persuasive meaning, a mature woman submitting to compelling needs, a clear sign that Ruth Dobson had gone too long without having the pleasure of a man inside her.

Breathing in short gasps through his nose and blowing out air through gritted teeth, a thin smile tugging at his mouth, a combination of fulfilment and achievement distorting his face in a euphoric mask of pleasure. 

She was on a plateau somewhere in heaven. He was floating somewhere above the ground. He wanted to shout at the top of his voice that he was no longer a virgin. 

He resisted the temptation. 

Fucking at the speed of a finely-tuned-machine, back and forth, bucking and thrusting, in and out, penetrating deep inside her warm wet centre, reaching the limits of her inner heat, involuntary muscle spasms taking control of his body, moans inviting groans, cries trailing muted whispers, lips parting, words mumbled in breathless gasps, a choking announcement of an approaching climax. 

She just shot him a look that said, "don't-you-dare-stop." 

His release came with a powerful force, his legs stiffened, his body shuddered, his balls exploding inside the scrotum, a stream of liquid lava firing up his shaft, shooting through the open eye, a million trillion sperm splashing with reckless abandon inside her innermost depths, flooding the walls of her inner sanctum in a sea of seminal fluids.

Sensation followed sensation, two hearts racing in timeless beats, sweat and perspiration fusing in the heat of give and take, hands searching, fingers gripping flesh, a finger nail accidently piercing his skin, whispers growing into blissful cries, genitals embracing genitals, hot and moist fluids blending with the fluids of passion, feet arching and toes curling, teeth clenching and lips parting, whispers smothered in the explosive release, a breath-taking orgasm celebrated in silence. 

Neither of them spoke for a while, two exhausted bodies glistening in perspiration, staring at the bedroom ceiling, whispers and gasps chasing pants and wheezes, inhaling through noses and exhaling through mouths, sucking precious air into their lungs, breathing in and blowing out, waiting for their heartbeats to slow, waiting for the welcoming calm. 

Heads turned and eyes met in a smile, her voice soft and sensitive. 

"How do you feel? Was it good? Was it all you expected it to be?" 

Mouths opened and lips joined in a momentous kiss. 

"I will take that as a yes," she smiled, brushing a whisper of wet hair from her face. 

A huge wave of relief suddenly swept away the burden of turmoil, a triumphant smile lifting the corners of his mouth and an overwhelming excitement of euphoric glory gathering in the pit of his stomach, words of endearment and promises of eternal affection waiting impatiently behind tight lips.

He wanted to rejoice. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her. He wanted to ask questions. He needed reassurance. 

He would have to wait. She had other things on her mind.

A warm mouth and wet tongue marked a moist trail down his chest, fingers probing and searching, fondling and squeezing, dragging her nails over his hairy scrotum, gripping his meaty cock, feeling it growing in her hand, stroking the length, feeling the weight and the firmness filling her hand, snaking her wet tongue up and down the length, sweeping over the bulbous head and probing the small eye, a hungry mouth feasting on his seed of life.

"Get on the floor," she insisted, letting him slip from her mouth, shifting her weight on the bed, kneeling on all fours with both hands flat on the mattress, her bottom raised submissively in the air, glancing over her shoulder, her smile widening, her legs following. 

He met her smile and followed her instructions, a fleeting glance at the dark valley of hidden delights between her legs increasing his heart rate, sweat gathering on his brow, the fearsome object throbbing in his hand, waiting impatiently for instructions.

Fumbling awkwardly in the shadows, shuffling his feet and standing on tip-toes, natural impulses fuelling expectation, buttocks clenching and relaxing, moving his hips back and forth, grabbing the pulsating muscle in his hand and pushing forward, trying to penetrate the burning inferno between her legs, feeling the moistness and the heat of her vulva brushing against the sensitive head, sighs and grunts turning into choking gestures of frustration, twisting his face in animated frustration, clearly unsure of how to proceed.




A Helping Hand



"Let me help you with that," she smiled, reaching back and guiding him in.

Bodies joined in a sea of blissful sensation, flesh to flesh, skin to skin, joining and separating, stretching and filling, a bruised and tortured body giving way to the force and the energy of youth, moaning and groaning, gripping the bed sheet with both hands and breathing in gasps, her breathless pants and painful cries smothered in the fabric.

A progression of give and take, blissful cries of encouragement sweeping away whispers, NO! NO! Turning into YES! YES! YES! Moans clinging to groans, pushing in and pulling out, in and out, forward and back, plunging into her depths, hard and fast, easing from her body and sliding back in, in and out, soft and slow.

A collection of words escaping through gritted teeth, gasps stumbling over sighs, moans clinging to groans, words blurted and stammered, having no meaning and making no sense.

"Oh Mark...Fuck me," she pleaded, compelling urges stealing her dignity. 

The sudden outburst of sluttish language caught him by surprise. He choked back a lump in his throat and frowned in disapproval, the crude obscenity something he didn't expect to hear from a Christian kind of woman as refined and innocent as Ruth. 

He swallowed the lump and dismissed the frown, knowing that her choice of words were nothing more than a spontaneous reaction brought about in the heat passion, a mixture of crude words responding to impulsive suggestion.

He shrugged his shoulders and responded to her request, storing the momentous obscenity in his memory files for future use during solo stimulation. 

Turbulence followed calm, adrenaline fuelling a renewed intensity, breathless pants of passion stealing breath from their lungs, bodies fused together in pools of sweat and perspiration, a momentous exhibition of carnal pleasure, the treacherous length moving inside her body, filling her depths with hard flesh.

In and out, hard and fast, giving and receiving, the tight labia lips gripping the girth on the way in, flaps and folds clutching the length on the way out, breathing in the musky odours of mature sex, erotic thoughts creeping inside his head, wishing that the woman he was fucking would be sluttish again.

"Ruth...I'm coming...I'm coming..." he hissed, through clenched teeth.

"Let it come," was all she said.

Aggression joined physical force, the bed rocked and the floorboards creaked, the mattress bounced and the bedsprings squeaked in a fanfare of perpetual give and take, a sea of passion exploding inside his scrotum, rushing through his throbbing shaft with a burning intensity, continuous spurts of hot seminal fluids splashing the walls of her inner core, filling the vaginal vault with a force and quantity she couldn't have believed possible. 

An explosive climax, a responsive release of euphoric bliss, vaginal fluids spilling from her vulva and flooding her thighs, pushing her face into the mattress and gripping the bed sheet with both hands, suffocating moans, pledges and promises and muted cries of pleasure smothered in the fabric, a body sliding into a delirium of coital euphoria, the searing heat of orgasm flooding through her body in an ocean of spine tingling release, an earth shattering orgasm celebrated in blowing whispers of silence.

Easing the softening limb from her body, the intimacy and passion, the physical endurance consumed in racing heartbeats, breathless pants and restless flutters, two exhausted bodies collapsing on the bed, vacant eyes staring at the ceiling, settling into silence, stealing glances and exchanging smiles, waiting for calm.

"That was amazing," she declared, between short panting breaths. "And twice in one night... That's a first for me," she added, shuffling uncomfortably on the wet bed sheet, her words of approval bringing a smile to his mouth, the ego-boost making him feel an inch taller. 

"How does it feel to lose your virginity to an older woman," she smiled affectionately. 

"But the next time we make love you'll have to control your urgency," she said, brushing her hand across the side of his face. "There are many things you need to discover about the female body and there are many stages of human sexual response that you need to know about especially if you intend to arouse the girls." 

He wanted to tell her that he had no intention or desire to even look at another woman let alone make love to them. This beautiful woman had helped to stimulate his imagination through many sleepless nights of tireless masturbation and he wanted her to know that for the rest of his life he would only ever want one woman.

She spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. 

"This must be our secret, Mark. No one must know. Andy would be devastated if he ever found out we had slept together," she whispered, snuggling her face into the pillow.

An over enthusiastic voice and a tapping noise against the bedroom door broke them from their slumber. 

"Are you awake, Mark?" Andy enquired, his fingers playing a rhythmic pulse over the door.

"CHRIST!" They whispered in unison, shock and horror joining forces with panic and disbelief, rolling off the bed, a tangle of fumbling hands nervously gathering clothes from the floor, Ruth disappearing inside one of the wardrobes while he pulled on a pair of briefs, nervous whispers choking back guilt, apologies already forming on his lips. 

A knitted weave of agonising knots turned like a nauseating vice inside his stomach, beads of sweat forming on his brow, frustrated sighs and choking gasps impeding the excruciating palpitations of a racing heartbeat. 

He took a deep intake of breath, braced himself and opened the door. 

"Hi, Andy," he croaked, forcing a smile and feeling a surge of blood rushing to his face.

"You're up early today. Couldn't you sleep with all the excitement?" he muttered, covering the door with an outstretched arm, hoping it would prevent him from coming into the room. 

It didn't. Andy brushed passed him as if he wasn't there, scanning the room suspiciously before turning to face his friend.

"There's no sign of my mother," Andy muttered, his eyes taking another tour of the room. "I've knocked on her bedroom door, but there's no answer. I've been downstairs but she's not there. My mother's always out of bed before six," he added, pointing at his wrist watch, muttering the time under his breath.

Six-thirty for fucks sake. She's only a half-an-hour late. Ruth was right about his controlling influence on her life, he thought, the chaos inside his head filling with impulsive thoughts of how to salvage the situation and furthermore protect Ruth's dignity. 

He exaggerated a yawn and feigned a smile. 

"Your mother is probably exhausted and don't forget she had a lot to drink last night, so she's probably nursing a hangover. Go down stairs and put the kettle on. I'll follow you down in a couple of minutes," he said convincingly, pointing a finger at the door.

Looking around the room one more time as if he suspected something wasn't right, Andy sighed, shrugged his shoulders and opened the bedroom door. 

"You're probably right. But don't take too long." 

The wardrobe doors creaked as Ruth emerged from the claustrophobic darkness, her bra and stockings in her hand, blinking her eyes and breathing in whispers, anxiety feeding panic, slipping discretely out the door, tiptoeing across the landing with uncanny silence, avoiding the floorboards that always creaked outside her bedroom door. 

Andy was pouring tea into a cup when he walked into the kitchen, guilt and uncertainty plaguing his mind, preparing himself for further interrogation. 

An enthusiastic voice interrupted his nervous dilemma. 

"Good morning," Ruth announced, draped in a white bathrobe with her hair wrapped in a towel above her head. "Forgive me for not having breakfast prepared but I've just stepped out of the shower," she said, apologetically, forcing an innocent smile. 

"Was that you banging at my bedroom door, Andy?" she enquired. "It seems I can't use my bathroom these days without first informing my son." 

Andy sighed, shrugged his shoulders and took two more cups from the kitchen cabinet.

The weather forecaster was right when he said it was going to rain.

Bolts of lightning raced across a dark sky, electric flashes lighting up the cruel sea, torrential rain spilling in waterfalls over the deck of the boat, Andy's face slowly turning green. 

The Dover to Calais ferry had barely left the port when Andy emptied the contents of his stomach over the lap of an elderly woman sitting next to him. 

And after suffering from a severe bout of sea sickness for the rest of the journey, the port of Calais couldn't come quick enough. 

In the vaporous humidity of the nearest café, they talked for almost an hour, mostly about Andy's first and last time on a boat. Once the colour had returned to Andy's face and he had listened to his compelling storey of the ferry crossing for the millionth time, he brushed his hand over the misty window. 

The rain had stopped. 

In the distance an orange-tinted sky shone through a dazzling coloured arc of a rainbow, a clear sign that if they wanted to get to Paris before midnight, it was time to go.

Even without the traditional beret perched on his head and a string of onions around his neck when you looked at Marcel Dubois you knew he was French. 

A pair of beer-bottle glasses perched on the end of a huge bulbous nose, a foul smelling cigar gripped between badly stained teeth sitting permanently in the corner of his mouth, an inch of grey ash hanging precariously from the end, his grimy jacket and trousers soiled with ash and a number of indescribable stains, the origin of which you would hazard a guess at but would never dare ask.

Marcel Dubois looked too old to be in charge of a bicycle, let alone a motor vehicle. He was clearly one of those older Frenchman who had obtained a driving licence without having to take a driving test. 

They had only been standing on the roadside for about fifteen minutes when the rusty old Renault delivery van pulled up. Because Andy was still suffering from the ferry crossing he quickly occupied the wooden bench seat in the back of the vehicle, although his hasty decision would eventually prove to be a serious error of judgement. 

In a challenging protest of groans creaks and splutters the driver fought frantically with a vehicle desperately in need of urgent maintenance and four tyres lacking air and tread. 

They had only travelled about fifty yards when the smell drifted into their nostrils. It was the most horrendous smell that could only be compared with diarrhoea. 

Marcel tried his best to apologise for the disgusting smell, although it wasn't really necessary when he launched into a comical improvisation, flapping his arms and making a squawking noise in that universal gesture synonymous with a chicken farmer. 

He tried his best to occupy Marcel's attention, raising his voice an octave and lowering the window to get fresh air into the vehicle hoping the distraction would deaden the painful retching noises coming from the back of the van. 

It didn't. But the Frenchman just smiled into the rear-view mirror and puffed on his cigar, the ash falling carelessly onto his trousers, his stubby fingers casually brushing it away, the grey stains joining the rest of the shameful fabric.

They had only travelled about thirty miles when Marcel made an unexpected hand gesture, pointing a finger at a road sign and pulling the car to a halt at the side of the road. 

After swearing on oath never to eat chicken again they sat on a grassy verge by the roadside, breathing in precious air, watching the Renault van chugging up the road, clouds of black smoke spewing from the exhaust, the engine protesting against the reckless misuse of the clutch and gears. 

In a moment of collective silence they looked at each other in disbelief. 

"He's having a laugh, Andy. Tell him thanks but no thanks." 

Picking up his bag from the ground, Andy walked towards the vehicle. 

"Let's not be too hasty," he offered, lifting of his shoulders. 

A short fat Frenchman dismounted from his motorbike, his leather jacket and heavy boots creaking as he lifted the side-car and removed a layer of water from the pillion seat. After the second down stroke on the pedal, the BMW 500cc engine started with a deep throaty roar. With Andy and their bags squeezed inside the side-car and Mark on the pillion seat, they headed for Paris. 

Wrapping his arms around the Frenchman and gripping his leather jacket with both hands, pressing his face hard against a symbol of a blood-soaked dagger imprinted on the back of his jacket, the white knuckle ride feeding his panic, haunting images of his lifeless body lying in an open coffin torturing his mind. 

He tightened his grip. He cursed Andy. He prayed.

They had only travelled about five miles when it started to rain.

After standing on the roadside on the outskirts of Paris for more than an hour, cold and wet from the bike ride and the smell of chicken shit still lingering on their clothes, staring into the windscreens of oncoming cars, wondering if they would ever reach the Spanish border.

The Volkswagen Camper Van was a work of art. 

Hand painted purple and green with funky images and psychedelic symbols designed to demonstrate and support the revolution for love and peace, the unmistakable sweet smell of cannabis and incense mixed with the body odours of the unwashed welcomed them aboard with a cold beer and a smoke. 

'Christ! A Volkswagen Camper was never designed for so many people. There must be ten bodies. They made a mental count. Ten... No twelve, including the spaced out driver and the girl on her knees giving him a blow-job. 

Hairy people sitting cross-legged on the floor, lost in their own little world, smoking weed or tripping on a more lethal cocktail, all dressed in a way to express rebellion against social citizens of the contemporary world. Some with braided hair weaved with coloured beads and flowers, some wearing bandanas or floral patterned scarves, most of them wearing t-shirts, blue flared jeans or long flowing floral skirts, everyone wearing leather sandals. 

A girl with Che Guevara's face printed on the front of her t-shirt rocked on an old cigarette burnt leather seat, singing and strumming a guitar with a string missing. 

It appeared to be an off-key rendition of a Joan Baez song, but sadly without the aid of the high-e string her performance gathered little interest. 

Once the guitarist realised she had no future in the music industry the gravely voice of Bob Dylan crackled from a battered old radio.

'Like a Rolling Stone,' sang alcohol and dope inspired voices, abandoned mouths struggling with meaningless words and singing lyrics that didn't exist. 

They travelled the rest of the journey south to Montpellier in a friendly and claustrophobic atmosphere, drinking beer and vodka and smoking weed, listening to their compelling narrative of why the hippies had given up their boring lives back in the U.K. and were now heading off to spend the rest of their days living in love and peace on the island of Ibiza.

Colin Jenson had a face only a blind mother could love. 

One brown eye and one blue, unkempt and scruffy hair, a curved hawk-shaped nose and yellow stained teeth looking out from a face covered in acne healing scars, a mouth never without a dope charged cigarette, his body odour an unwelcome reminder of the stench inside Marcel Dubois delivery van. 

The dirty hand of friendship confronted them in a French cafe. 

Over a glass of beer Colin Jenson said that he had been travelling through southern France for the last three weeks and was now heading to Andorra in the East Pyrenees. 

After swopping trivia about their destinations they purchased three bottles of red wine and headed off to seek refuge under a covered canopy in a farmer's field. 

Their sleeping accommodation for the night was dry, warm and comfortable. They smoked weed, finished the wine and laughed at jokes that should get old but still get a laugh. 

Any disappointments from their travels that day would now be lost in fragmented dreams. 

They weren't sure whether it was the toxic fumes or the sound of the double-barrel-shotgun echoing above their heads that suddenly brought them out of their deep sleep. 

The entire haystack was ablaze, thick black smoke bellowing out into the wet morning sky. 

When the second barrel echoed in their ears, they needed no prompting. 

Ignoring Colin Jenson rolling around on the wet ground with his clothes on the fire, they sprinted like athletes across the muddy field, running in zigzag formation, partly to avoid the trigger-happy farmer and partly to avoid a field full of squealing pigs.

A flock of startled birds flew above their heads as he finally reached a steel wired fence just ahead of Andy. Grabbing the wet wires and jumping over the fence, an unexpected charge of electricity penetrated his leather gloves and forced an urgent gasp of caution.

He looked back to warn Andy. But it was too late. 

The painful cries echoed across the muddy field as the electrical charge burned into Andy's unprotected wet hands. He squealed like a scared cat. He looked just like one of those cartoon characters that end up with their finger caught in an electric socket.

After arriving at Perpignan and passing through the French border into Spain they boarded a train that would take them along the Spanish coast, taking in the sights of the Costa Brava on their way to Barcelona. 

Andy sat in silence nursing his wound, his hand wrapped delicately around a cold bottle of beer, clenching and unclenching his fist, in no mood of his friend's cartoon impression of a scared Disney cat. 

The campsite near Barcelona was modest and inexpensive but more importantly it was close enough to the nightlife and the inviting buzz of city centre. After a night of drinking against the splendour of the fountains and the magic of Gaudi's architecture it healed the wounds and they were able to put the previous nightmares out of their mind.

After taking a gap-year before attending Boston University to study architecture, Sally and Kelly were in their last few days of a four week vacation. 

In a café opposite the monumental majesty of Antoni Gaudi's 'La Sagrada Familia,' the two girls asked them to take a photograph against the backdrop of the magnificent cathedral. 

The flash of a Nikon camera was enough to make the introductions. 

Over a drink in a nearby bar the two girls bubbled with enthusiasm, a deep conversation of historical significance gripping the atmosphere. Gaudi's architecture. The work of Picasso. Renaissance Art. Michelangelo and Leonardo da Vinci. All subjects joining the conversation. 

The two boys nodded their heads and forced smiles at every appropriate junction trying not to look like idiots, hoping there would be no questions to answer. Questions followed questions, nods and smiles quickly fading, the vacant eyes of two idiots staring back. 

The invitation to join the girls for a drink at their campsite near Tarragona the following day and a promise not to discuss 'The Arts,' helped to ease their embarrassment.

It was late the following morning when the taxi approached the El Cordoba campsite, the outstretched hand of a Spanish Policeman signalling to the taxi driver to pull to a halt against the temporary barrier. 

A cold wave of dread swept over them as they stepped from the taxi, the utter chaos of what they were witnessing leaving them both speechless. The Police had taped off the main access road and all pedestrian routes into the campsite. Nobody was allowed within fifty yards of the entrance other than the emergency services. 




A Helping Hand



Anxious tourists drove in a single line of traffic trying to take in the devastation, curious onlookers staring into camera viewfinders, shutters snapping at the speed of light, capturing timeless images of sadness and tragedy. 

A young female reporter pointed over the campsite and talked into a TV camera. 

Trees around the site stood blackened, incinerated by the heat. Pieces of green and white fabric, presumably the remains of what used to be tents, hung limply from metal posts and the remains of burned clothing and shoes littered the grass. 

The campsite was swarming with emergency service vehicles. 

Paramedics carried stretchers. Ambulances speeding in and out of the site in a fanfare of sirens and flashing blue lights, taking the dead and injured to hospital. The Fire Service fighting tirelessly, trying to extinguish the last of the burning embers.  

The pungent stench of human flesh hung in the air, rows of green plastic shrouds embracing the unmistakable shape of lifeless human beings.

Everywhere you looked you saw death. 

A reporter informed them that a tanker delivering liquid gas to the campsite exploded under pressure producing a propylene gas cloud that spread quickly across the site. Someone lighting a stove ignited the gas and a devastating ball of fire consumed everyone in its path. 

The fire at EL Cordoba campsite claimed more than two-hundred lives.

The taxi drive back to Barcelona seemed like an eternity. Hardly a word was spoken. The devastation, the confusion and uncertainty, the fate of Sally and Kelly had left them both speechless. They prayed in silence.

After purchasing two train tickets that would take them from Barcelona to Paris the following day, they decided to spend their last night in the city.

The two girls weren't really interested, but nonetheless they listened to their compelling narrative of the fire at the El Cordoba campsite. The girls were only interested in sex and money and they intended to make their last night in Barcelona memorable. 

But it would come at a price. 

The clock on the church tower had just registered midnight when they met the two girls having a drink by one of the coloured fountains. 

The sixties was the decade of free love, a liberated society free of any boundaries, the advent of 'The Pill' providing a promiscuous path for those who were willing to take it. 

Endless legs disappeared into the smallest of mini-skirts and pieces of fabric the size of a handkerchief barely covered their breasts. The only thing missing was a 'fuck-me-quick' hat on their heads. 

It certainly looked like their luck was about to change.

"Wake up Mark!" Andy shouted, holding his head in a state of nervous panic. 

"She's gone and the bitch has taken all my fucking money," he blurted, his face twisted with rage, searching his pockets before prompting his friend. "Have you checked you're pockets?" Andy asked, choking back a lump in his throat. "I can't imagine they would take my money and not yours," he said, answering his own question. 

Ignoring the hammer banging inside his head he jumped to his feet. "SHIT!" he spluttered in reply, searching through pockets he didn't know he had, grunting and cursing under his breath at the inevitable outcome. "The cash I had in my jeans and shirt pockets has gone," he confirmed, lifting his shoulders in defeat and snarling his anger through gritted teeth. "Fortunately, I still have a few pesetas and some francs, which I had hidden inside my money-belt," he declared, snorting a sigh of relief.

Andy's suggestion to buy the train tickets the day before proved again to be an invaluable decision. After praising Andy for his forethought, he quickly calculated that they probably had enough money to buy a few beers and something to eat during their journey to Paris.

After swapping notes about their sexual experiences, they accepted what money had been taken was a small price to pay for what the girls had offered in return. 

Their holiday was now over and it wouldn't be long before they were back in the UK.

As they left Ipswich and headed back to Gateshead, Ruth appeared to be a little subdued. She seemed to lack her usual enthusiasm and her smile held a trace of sadness. 

Once they had settled into the journey Ruth spoke to her son in a soft sympathetic voice. 

"Andy, I'm concerned about your grandmother's health. She requires daily care and attention that I can't give her living in the North East."

After blowing her nose into a scented handkerchief she paused to collect her thoughts. 

"I've asked her to come and live with us in Gateshead, but she refused. She said she wants to spend her final days living in the house she shared with...your grandfather." 

She caught sight of her son staring back through the rear view mirror. 

"I'm just letting you know that if things don't improve we might have to move to Ipswich."

The seasons slipped away from warm summer days into cold winter nights, eventually melting into the welcoming spring of a new year. 

Mark and Andy continued their close friendship. At times they were almost inseparable. 

But although their closeness made it difficult for Mark and Ruth to see each other, it kept him informed of Andy's whereabouts at all times. 

They waited patiently for opportunities. They didn't come. Ruth couldn't wait. 

After a lot of subtle persuasion from his mother, Andy agreed to carry out some maintenance work at his grandmother's house in Ipswich. 

No risk. No uncertainty. No furtive apprehension. Just a week-end of amazing sex. 

Ruth showed him different ways to make their bodies connect and how to arouse a woman during foreplay, making sure she reaches ultimate pleasure. 

She spoke with authority, much like a school teacher giving advice to a pupil. 

"Ask her what she likes. Find out what turns her on and what turns her off. Remember there are some women who enjoy oral sex and anal sex but there are others who are offended or embarrassed by it. So if you don't ask, you will never know." 

The sex was physical, heated and extremely vocal. They fucked in the missionary position. They fucked standing up against a wall. They fucked in the bedroom, doggie-style in front of the mirrored wardrobes. They fucked on the couch. They fucked over a table. They fucked on the floor. They fucked over the kitchen sink. They dropped onto the floor in the sixty-nine position, her on top of him, him on top of her, two bodies joined together in a union of suffocating passion, two bodies copulating in an endless display of oral and anal sex.

She mothered him. She fucked him. She sucked him and fucked him. She swallowed his cock. She swallowed his sperm. She stole his heart. 

It was early in June when he received the news that would change his life forever. 

Ruth informed him that she was moving to Ipswich in September to live with her mother. 

Although the news was somewhat expected and he knew he would miss Andy's friendship, the pain he felt in his heart for his mother would always have a deep and everlasting effect.

Saturday the 30th September 1967 was a day he would never forget. 

It was 6.45.am and he hadn't closed his eyes all night. 

He had spent most of the night casually thumbing through a book and admiring the parting gift from Ruth, the new wrist watch and book a reminder of their time together.

Ruth told him the book was an informative study carried out by 'Masters and Johnson on the reaction of Human Sexual Response' during different stages of sexual arousal. 

Choking back a lump in his throat he read the inscription out loud. 

"To my dearest Mark... You will always be in my thoughts. All my love... Ruth." 

The clock on the bedside table told him it was almost 7.00.am. 

He leaned over and pressed a black button on the radio. 

Tony Blackburn greeted the early morning listeners.

"Good morning everyone...Welcome to the exciting new sound of Radio 1." 

The Move started singing, 'Flowers in the Rain.'



A Helping Hand



Isla was frustrated, that much she could tell you for sure. She had spent the last two weeks visiting family and didn't feel comfortable getting herself off in her family home—so she was two weeks sex free, and she was ready to get laid. Her newest fuck buddy was supposed to meet up with her, but had cancelled, so Isla was bound and determined to find someone to suit up and fill the role. 

In her shared apartment it was just her, and her brother. Dean was twenty, a year older than Isla and had sexual partners around frequently—one of which was currently in his bed judging by the noises that could be heard through the small hallway separating the rooms. Dean was athletic, he worked out every morning, and kept his personal hygiene up as well—always showering daily, and keeping his facial hair trimmed. Isla on the other hand was small, she was short, with a thin waist and full b-cup breasts—not the biggest, but they complemented Isla's small frame perfectly. Her ass was round, and well-toned from the occasional workouts Dean conned her into joining. 

Isla felt her body grow hot as she keyed in on the sound of loud, delirious moans echoing throughout the hallway. The sound of the bed squeaking made her wet as she imagined the pounding the female down the hall must be taking—and Isla wished she was in her shoes. She imagined it, hard and fast, thrusting non-stop until the two were covered in a slick coat of sweat, and shaking from a long awaited orgasm. She imagined the rough hands kneading her breasts, teeth nipping at the skin of her neck, lips, and chest until it caused her to cum around the thick, long cock thrusting in and out of her bare pussy.

Isla slipped a greedy hand down her body, until she reached the end of her top, pulling it up over her head and tossing it aside, running her fingers down her smooth, toned stomach. Once her hands reached the waist band of her jean shorts, she hurriedly unbuttoned the denim, pushing it down until it fell around her ankles, and finished kicking it off flinging it in the same direction her top had disappeared to. Her hand circled the front of the lace underwear she was wearing, feeling the expensive underwear becoming damp as the echoes amplified driving Isla mad. 

One hand pushed the underwear aside as her fingers found her little bud, making a circling motion with the speed quickly building—she didn't care about how long she lasted, she just wanted to cum. With two fingers circling her clit, she ran her other hand down her body, tweaking her nipples until she could barely contain the moans that were threatening to break out—that's when she drove two fingers inside her needy pussy. The minute the fingers made contact with her most intimate area she couldn't contain the moans that were passing through her lips. She didn't care if her brother and his partner heard her, she didn't care if the perverted fifty-eight-year-old across the hall heard her—she just needed to cum. 

With two fingers inside her greedy pussy, she quickened the pace she was using to circle her clitoris. Her breaths were now pants, and moans were flowing out her mouth unstoppable. She couldn't stop and quite frankly, she didn't want to. She didn't care who heard her, she just desperately needed release, release she couldn't reach alone. 

Isla had always been able to build herself up to a great orgasm, but she never able to actually set herself off—which is where she was stuck now. No matter what she did, it didn't make a difference, she couldn't get herself to cum. Isla let out a cry of frustration as she felt herself fall into the same groove she did every time she tried to finger herself to orgasm—it was beyond frustrating and with a frustrated cry she withdrew her fingers, the slick fingers making a familiar sound as they slid out of her cunt.

Isla reached for her phone eagerly, hoping she could reach someone who could help her. She tried old flings, ex-boyfriends, everything, no one was answering and Isla was beyond frustrated. With a groan she sluggishly got off the bed, and slipped into her satin robe, tying the sash just under her bust while displaying an eyeful of succulent cleavage. Isla listened to see if she could hear anyone in the hallway, and when the coast seemed to be clear she stepped out, ready to grab a toy from the other room. She had forgotten her bag in the other room earlier when she was reorganizing, and planned on making a quick dash to grab a dildo and then return to her room, desperately hoping she could get herself off with it although she was never able to before.

Isla stumbled down the hallway into the spare room, heading straight for the untouched box in the very back that was set aside on the floor. She reached the box in record time, flipping open the lid, and bending over to sort through the miscellaneous items she'd packed on top in case her brother every opened the box thinking it was his. Isla was so concentrated on looking for a specific dildo she had purchased not long ago, that she didn't notice the footsteps until it was too late. 

"Isla, what are you doing?" Her brother asked, his eyes narrowing in on his scantily dressed sister, who was displaying her barely covered ass and pussy. 

Isla jumped as she whirled around, her robe catching on the lid of the box and pulling the loosely formed tie loose, causing it to expose more of her breasts. "You fucking scared me!" She cussed, crossing her arms over her partially-exposed breasts.

"What are you doing?" Dean repeated, slowly moving forward until he came to a complete stop a few steps away from Isla. 

"Just looking for something," Isla replied, keeping her eyes downcast as his gaze flitted to the box she was digging through, were laid numerous dildos, vibrators, and other sexual devices she had used to please herself throughout the years. 

Dean's eyes widened as they focused in on the items packaged in the box. His gaze passed from the box resting at shin length on his sister, up over her pussy, briefly resting on her breasts before they settled on her own eyes. Dean always found Isla sexy, but he had ignored it up until this moment. With her light brown hair, chocolaty brown eyes, and curvy figure she had often been on his mind when he was going through puberty, getting those awkward hard-ons, and masturbating on a daily basis. His sexy sister, who was trying to find a toy to stuff inside her pussy.

Isla's gaze flitted from the ground, to her brother's muscular build, over his calves, the obvious bulge in the sweats he had pulled on, and up over his taut chest that turned Isla on like no one else's. Isla didn't care at that moment that they were related, she just wanted a good, hard riding, and found the perfect candidate. 

"It could be a onetime thing," Isla felt herself mutter, knowing full well that she was lying.

"It's wrong," Dean supplied, trying to break his gaze from his sister's perky tits.

"I don't give a fuck," Isla snapped, stepping closer to Dean.

"I don't fucking, give a fuck," she cursed, seeing the obvious reaction it had on Dean.

"Fuck, Isla we can't," Dean reasoned, biting down on his bottom lip as he prepared himself to turn away. 

"But we can," Isla argued, "who would know? Just you, and me." She persuaded, pulling at the tie holding her robe up, until it came loose, sending the robe to the floor. 

Dean couldn't help but look at his sister's bare breasts, they were exposed and Isla knew she had leverage over Dean at this point. While maintaining eye contact with Dean, Isla slid her fingers down her body, stopping to briefly caress her tits, before continuing down, and shimmying her underwear over her hips, down to her ankles, before kicking them off. Her hand immediately went between her legs, pushing her pussy lips apart as she resumed circling her clit. A moan tore through her lungs, sounding vaguely animalistic. She couldn't help it, she needed him. 

Isla stepped closer to Dean, keeping one hand between her legs while the other curled around his shoulder, bringing him closer to her naked body. She quickly withdrew her fingers bringing them up to Dean's face, tapping his lip softly until she coaxed his mouth open, and he sucked her juices from them, sending the heat pooling in her lower stomach. Isla ran one hand down over Dean's abs, tracing different muscles briefly until she felt him shutter—knowing she was influencing him. Her hands stopped at his waist band, slowly loosening the strings until she could work the pants downward, her face eye level with Dean's hard cock. 

She licked her lips as her vision clouded over with lust. She leant forwards, giving his cock an inviting open mouthed kiss, before sliding up his body—pressing her chest into his, and her pussy against his cock. She locked her arms behind his head before giving him a swift kiss—breaking his final feat as he snapped, and wound his arms around her body, cupping her ass with one hand, while the other slipped into her hair, pulling her to him. He greedily kissed her, lifting her up with ease, and carrying her back to her room, which was closer than his. As he sat her on the bed, he reconnected their lips, running his hands over her small frame, feeling her shutter from underneath him when he began playing with her pussy. 

Dean pulled away from Isla's lips, running his down her neck, and chest until he reached her firm tits—and teased the hardening buds, sucking one into his mouth, while his hands were holding her hips into place. Dean was a breast man, he preferred smaller tits, such as Isla's. Isla let out a frustrated cry as she tried to buck her hips, but couldn't—they were being held in place. Dean took his time with each breast, ravashing them until he felt satisfied, then moved on, kissing down her flat stomach, until he reached her pussy. He blew against it softly, listening to Isla's breathy moan. Without giving Isla any time to ponder it, he dove straight in—lapping at her clit while easing a single finger into her sopping pussy. Isla moaned the second Dean's tongue hit her bud, and felt her climax start to build. 

Dean sped up his rhythm, pumping his fingers faster, and sucking on her clit enough to earn a moan—one that sounded damn sexy coming from his sister's mouth. He withdrew at once, making his way back up her body before stopping at her lips. Her eyes were livid as the feeling stopped all at once.

"Can I?" Dean asked, thrusting the head of his cock between her open legs.

"Do it," Isla moaned, hooking her feet around Dean's hips as she pulled him forward, pressing more firmly against her. 

In one swift move, Dean buried himself inside Isla, moaning at the tightness of the little cunt. He gave Isla a few minutes to adjust before he withdrew his length, and thrust it in quickly, hearing the moans spilling out of Isla's mouth as he continued his assault, fast and hard. Dean worked one finger in between their bodies, circling Isla's clit with remarkable speed as he continued slamming in and out, building a heavy pace. 

"Ohhh!" Isla moaned, lifting her hips to match Dean's rhythm the best she could.

Dean's pace was building fast, and at this point, his only concern was Isla. He didn't want to be too rough, but he couldn't help but thrust faster and harder each time, his orgasm was approaching as was hers. Dean lowered his face back down to Isla's tits while pounding her pussy, and circling her clit. He took one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking it—knowing it would only help set her off. Another moan rippled throughout Isla's body as her toes started to curl, she knew it was approaching.

"Mmm, I'm almost...there," Isla moaned, using her hands to hold his head to her breast. 

Dean moaned in response, biting down on the sensitive nipple, and slamming into her harder—knowing it was going to set her over the edge in just a couple thrusts. Isla threw her head back in ecstasy, feeling the familiar heat build at a quick pace, knowing her orgasm was approaching fast.

"Oh, Dean!" Isla moaned. "I'm going to cum, fuck, oh, fuck," she cussed, little moans breaking through her clenched teeth as her orgasm was quickly reaching its peak. 

Dean moaned around her tit, reaching his non occupied hand under her ass, kneading the tight skin that shaped her perfect ass. 

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Isla groaned, throwing her head back, her body spasming on its own accord.

Dean let out a guttural groan, as he pumped fast and hard, effectively making himself cum. 

"Holy fuck, Isla," Dean gasped, his salty load being shot inside her hot cunt, "you're so tight," he groaned, feeling her pussy clench around his length, "oh fuck," he moaned, sending a spark right to Isla's pussy. 

Isla realized in that moment that hearing Dean moan was one of the sexiest things she had ever heard, but when he moaned her name...fuck. 

"This was definitely not a onetime thing," Isla moaned, feeling herself getting hot just thinking about another round. "You are definitely mine now," she winked, clenching her soaked pussy around his length again, this time with purpose.

"Fuck woman, you can't do that if you want to rest," Dean groaned, gritting his teeth as a shiver ran throughout his body.

"Who ever said I wanted to rest?" Isla winked, turning him over to straddle his lap, lining her sopping wet cunt up with his hard length, plunging downwards on his lap until she had taken his entire length, feeling her eyes roll backwards from the feeling.



A Helping Hand



I guess I should start this story by telling you a little about my girl. Her name is Liz petite, athletic woman, with a strong personality. I wouldn't describe her as buxom but for her small frame she is beautifully shaped. Champagne glass breasts whose nipples stand at attention almost all the time and a bottom most every man would kill to have. Now that the mental vision of her is set in your mind I should get on to what happened just last week.

Our sex life is fun and adventurous, ranging from romantic and playful. Liz is a little on the conservative side, afraid to express her sexuality. In hopes of getting her to break out of her shell, I purchased a toy for her to use while I was going to be out of town on business. Maybe I went to far when I decide to give her a long, thick double headed dildo. She smiled and excepted the gift as graciously as possible but told me that she never was much on masturbating. "Just doesn't seem the same by yourself, I like the real thing" which I know for a fact that she does!

While I was out of town, I joking asked her "Are you enjoying your new toy?" She told me that she just couldn't bring herself to try, but that she was very horny and could hardly wait for me to come home so she could have the real thing. I told her that I also was counting the minutes until I got home. That I was saving a huge load of cum for her tight little box. If I didn't tell you, she has the most perfect little box. Her pussy lips swell and her tight little pussy pours juice when she gets horny. Not to mention the control she has over her muscles and how she loves to milk my cock dry. I asked if I could satisfy myself? She told me to save it until I got home; "You know how I love to have you cum in me." With an invitation like that who could resist fulfilling her desires.

The week seemed to drag on forever, the anticipation growing. I couldn't take it any longer and I scheduled a flight to come home early and surprise her. I dreamt about her on the long flight home. How her body would feel next to mine. Her soft skin pressed against me, how well we fit together. Firm behind against me, like puzzle piece, as we spooned. I woke to the sound of the seat belt signs coming on as we started our descent. With an erection so hard I could only hope it would go away before I reached my gate.

I flagged down a taxi and headed for home, hoping to beat her home from work. As I pulled up I noticed her car was in the garage. I put my bags down outside the front door and made my way in as quite as possible. I heard some muffles sounds coming from the bedroom, a little shocked I crept up and looked into the bedroom. Wow! To my surprise Liz was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide apart working one end of that huge toy into her pussy and sucking on the other end. Not wanting to ruin the moment I sat back to watch the show. She looked so wanton, I had never seen her so driven by desire. She was pushing and pulling about 8 inches of dildo in and out of her pussy. Just seeing the wetness shining on the dildo was making me hard. Every time she pushed it in she would let out a little whimper and a sigh as she withdrew it. This was a dream come true, not in my wildest dreams could I have ever thought this one up. She let go of the tip of the cock in her mouth and I could hear her say, " give me that big cock, I need it deep," then the words I so love to hear "give me your hips, I want to feel you cum inside me." It was almost too much for me to handle; just the thought of her milking my cock into her pussy brought me right to the edge of orgasm. Could it get any better? Well, damn right it did, she took the other end of the dildo and started trying to push it into her tiny little hole with the other end still in her. Holy shit, I couldn't believe my eyes as she put both ends into her pussy. Every man's fantasy, my conservative girl had turned in to a real nasty girl. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she worked both ends of the cock in and out of the pussy. The sight was too much for me to handle and I knew I would blow my load in my hand if I didn't get in and join her. I removed all my clothes and stood at the end of the bed str!! oking what had to have been the biggest and hardest erection of my life. She was unaware of me for what seemed like an eternity, pounding away on herself like there was no tomorrow. Finally see opened her eyes; I know it scared her but she never missed a beat. Overcome by her lust she just kept working both ends deep into her box. Now it was my turn to get a better look, I eased my way onto the bed so I could get a close up look at her stretched hole. This was the most incredible sight I have ever witnessed. I had to taste her; Gently I licked around her pussy tasting her juices in all their glory. She moaned out loud as I took her clit in my mouth and started working it over with my tongue. " STOP PLEASE STOP, I have to feel you inside me" here is where it gets even better! Liz grabs my cock and starts to work it into her pussy with the dildo still inside her. With the sight before my eyes and the sensations of her squeezing!! may cock and the dildo together, I wasn't going to last long. "I'm going to cum" I managed to blurt out. "No, I want to taste your cum. Fill my mouth with you seed!" It seemed like I would cum forever. Squirt after squirt in her mouth then I pulled out and started spraying her face and her breasts. Liz seemed to revel in the cum that poured out of me. Scooping up what was on her face and licking it off her fingers. Her breasts where covered in the white gooey mess, she started to massage it into her skin but I stopped her just so I could look at her beautiful figure drowned in cum. That afternoon didn't stop there but I will have to follow up later, the story only gets better.



A Helping Hand



With hindsight, Toni reflected, she had been pretty stupid by anyone's standards. Crossing the road without looking was not something you would expect a mature forty year-old woman to do. She had been lucky, though; the car wasn't moving very fast, otherwise things might have been very different. As it was, she had woken up in hospital with a broken arm and leg, and mild concussion. Plus numerous bruises, cuts and grazes. 

At least the worst was over now. The cast on her leg had been removed two days ago, and the one on her arm was due to come off next week. But she still felt very shaky on her feet, partly due to her injuries, and partly due to lack of exercise over the last few weeks.

Climbing the stairs was an effort now, and Toni found herself out of breath as she reached the landing. Her youngest daughter, Saskia, came out of the bathroom.

"I've run the bath," she said. "And there are clean towels on the rail."

"Thank you, darling," Toni smiled. Saskia had been such a great help recently. Toni didn't like to think what she would have done without her. "Would you do me a favour, I mean another favour."

"Course I will," replied Saskia.

"Help me into the bath, would you, I don't want to take any chances." Toni was still very unsure of her sense of balance, having relied on crutches for so long.

In the bathroom, Toni discarded her robe. Her breasts were full and heavy, but still firm, her nipples large and dark. Toni smiled as her daughter put an arm around her waist, cooing maternally. This role reversal actually felt good, it was nice to have somebody looking after her for a change. Holding onto Saskia's shoulders Toni stepped gingerly into the bath.

The water was steaming hot and full of bubbles, just as she liked it. Lowering herself into the bath was tricky, but the hot water soon eased away any aches and pains, making her skin tingle. Toni found herself relaxing; the soft feathery touch of the bubbles was deeply sensual, almost erotic. But she felt slightly ridiculous, with her right arm hanging over the side of the bath, a plastic bag wrapped around it to keep it dry. 

Saskia sat on the toilet and the two of them chatted for a while as Toni luxuriated in the bath. Time flew by, and Toni realised that the water was starting to get cold; time to get on with the business in hand. But she found to her dismay that soaping herself was easier said than done; she realised she couldn't work up a lather with one hand.

"Do you want me to do that, mum?" Saskia asked. Toni smiled gratefully. "Would you darling? I'm sorry, I can't do it with one hand."

Saskia took a sponge from the shelf and knelt by the side of the bath. She plunged her hand into the water, searching for the soap; Toni felt a frisson of excitement as her daughter's fingertips brushed against the inside of her thighs. Wow! She thought, I'm not supposed to feel that, am I? This is my daughter for God's sake!

Toni found herself relaxing again as Saskia lathered her body. This was certainly therapeutic, but there was an undertone of something else... some other feeling that she was sure she shouldn't have.

Toni watched her daughter. Saskia's big brown eyes dominated a still-babyish face. Sometimes it was hard to remember she was a grown woman. Her long brown hair was tied back, a stray lock escaping at the front, making her poke it back behind her ear repeatedly.

"Oh, darling," Toni protested. "You're getting soaked!" Saskia looked down; her white t-shirt was drenched, becoming almost transparent, making it plain that she was bra-less. "Sod it," Saskia replied, pulling the t-shirt off over her head. Toni saw her daughter's naked breasts for the first time in years. They were small but firm and shapely. Toni giggled.

"What's so funny?" Saskia asked defensively. "Your nipples," Toni replied, stifling her laughter. "They're just like mine."

"They should be, shouldn't they? I'm your daughter." Saskia laughed, and then fell silent. "Yes", Toni replied softly, gazing into her eyes. "You're my daughter, no doubt about that."

Saskia carried on; her movements slow and deliberate. Toni parted her legs as wide as she could as Saskia's hand moved between her thighs. Toni found she was unable to speak as her daughter's hand moved closer to her most intimate place. But the sponge was too big to reach, so Saskia dropped it and lathered her hand instead.

"My God," though Toni, "this is not happening." Her feelings of arousal were clear and strong now, as Saskia's hand plunged between her legs once more. The younger woman's fingers sent an electric thrill through her mother's body as she touched her labia, slipping over and between them. There was nothing innocent about this, Toni realised, it was openly sexual. Saskia's finger was sliding in and out in a steady rhythm, her thumb was rubbing Toni's clit with a gentle circular motion. Waves of sensation spread through Toni's body as Saskia masturbated her towards a climax.

It had been a long time for Toni, and as her orgasm came upon her she almost fainted with the intensity of it, closing her eyes as her breath hissed from between her lips in a great sigh.

When the wonderful feelings finally subsided, Toni gradually opened her eyes and looked up at her daughter. She couldn't believe what had just happened, but all the same, it had been incredible. Saskia smiled down at her. "You better get out, the water's getting cold." Toni eased herself up, with Saskia supporting her. She stepped carefully from the bath and Saskia bundled her up in a large fluffy white bath-towel. Briskly but gently, Saskia rubbed her mother down with the towel until Toni's skin assumed a healthy glow.

Toni made her way to the bedroom while Saskia cleaned the bath. Toni dropped the towel and stood naked in front of the mirror, taking a good long look at herself. She looked pale, and out of condition, but she would soon get back into shape. She felt incredibly good after her relaxing bath and the wondrous thing Saskia had done for her; but there was something she didn't understand. Was it a sexual thing for Saskia, or was she just doing her old mum a favour? If it was the former, that just posed a whole new set of questions, questions that Toni couldn't begin to answer.

"Alright, mum?" Saskia came into the room, clad only in a pair of pale-blue panties. The two women sat side by side on the edge of the bed and Toni took her daughter's hand. "Thank you, darling. That was very special," she murmured. "It's been ages since I could do that for myself." Saskia blushed. "That's OK," she said. "You must have been gagging for it!"

Toni chuckled. "Yes, I was. And I'm very grateful. So I would like to do something for you." Saskia looked at her mother, puzzled. "Make yourself comfortable, and take off your knickers."

Saskia removed her panties and lay back on the bed, still unsure of what was about to happen. At Toni's insistence she moved further back on the bed and parted her legs.

Toni looked at her daughter, lying naked in front of her. She was so beautiful; the very sight of her brought a lump to Toni's throat. Gently pushing Saskia's legs further apart, Toni began the next stage of their adventure.

She started by running the very tip of her tongue along the inside of Saskia's thighs, alternating from one side to the other, gradually working closer to her daughter's pussy. She could tell Saskia was aroused, her glorious womanly scent filled the air. Toni felt herself becoming aroused again.

Saskia moaned as her mother's tongue began to probe the fleshy folds between her legs. The feeling was indescribable, no one had ever done this to her before. She was certainly no virgin, and she masturbated regularly, but she had never known the pleasure of cunnilingus.

Suddenly the sensations increased immeasurably as Toni found her clitoris, swirling her tongue around it while gently caressing her labia with a finger. Saskia arched her back, pushing herself into her mother's face. Toni began flicking her tongue in and out between her daughter's pussy lips while rubbing her clit with a couple of fingers, varying her rhythm to intensify the effect, coaxing Saskia higher and higher towards her orgasm. Saskia's sweet juices coated the tip of Toni's tongue as she pushed it deeper into her daughter's pussy, burying her face between those firm young thighs.

Suddenly Saskia gasped, again and again as her climax burst over her, hips bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm, clamping her legs tightly around her mother's head. Toni continued licking Saskia's pussy, gradually slowing down as the eruption subsided; Saskia collapsed like a rag doll, breathing heavily, her cheeks wet with tears of joy.

Toni lay beside her daughter and held her tightly. Saskia was still shaking as she looked into her mother's eyes. They lay in each other's arms, both comfortable and fulfilled, until sleep overcame them, bringing dreams of what the future might hold.



A Helping Hand



Matt Simmons stood by Mrs. Hammond, holding her hand as her husband's coffin was lowered into its rain filled resting-place. Matt held her sobbing body close as the rain poured down on the crying mourners. He had been killed in a horrible car accident only 3 days ago. Matt could feel Mrs. Hammond's body shaking as he held her delicate, mature hand. Matt and Mrs. Hammond had always been very good friends and the last 3 days had brought them even closer. 

Mr. Hammond had been a very respected college professor at the local college. His students loved him more than any other professors. He and Mrs. Hammond had been married for 30 years. She had depended on him for everything. He did the checkbook, paid the bills and any other things that needed tended to.

"What am I going to do, Matthew?" Mrs. Hammond sobbed on Matt's strong shoulder. "He did everything for me." She sobbed wrapping her arms around his back. She didn't care what any of the other mourner's thought she needed to hug a man.

Matt wiped a tear from her beautiful face. "I'll help you. I'll always be here for you." Matt felt a tear forming in his eyes as he watched this wonderful woman cry. She had been his first love and still was to this day. He would do anything for her.

"You're to good to me young Matthew. What would I do without my man?" she leaned to his face and placed a soft, loving kiss on his young lips. "Take me home, please." She gave him one final hug and started walking to her car.

Matt sat behind the wheel on the car, driving very carefully on the slick road. It had been raining for 7 days in a row and showed on signs of letting up. "If it doesn't stop raining soon, I'm going to buy a boat." Mrs. Hammond said with a little laugh. It was the first time in the last 3 days she had even thought of smiling.

"If you do, I want a seat on it." He looked at her smiling face. "If this doesn't stop soon we are going to get flooded again. " 5 years ago it had rained like this and the river became a ragging monster over night. Flooding the small town of Summerset.

Mrs. Hammond smiled at young Matt. "Well, let's just pray it stops soon. I'm not up to sand bagging my house again." Matt turned the car into the rain filled driveway and drove towards the elegant home. Mr. and Mrs. Hammond were very wealthy and their home reflected it. "Will you have dinner with me?" she asked her young driver.

"I'd love to." He replied, reaching for her soft hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. He loved to touch her and did every chance he had. It had always been her hand or maybe wiping something from her face, but he never touched her sexually. 

She slid across the seat next to Matt, her arm reached around him giving him a tremendous hug and she bust into tears. Her body shook as the events of the last 3 days hit her hard. She was alone in life for the first time in her life. She had married young and had never been alone. She had left her parents home and went straight into her husbands.

Matt opened the car door letting the pouring rain in the car. "We better run for or we'll get even wetter." He said looking to Mrs. Hammond. Seeing that the tears were still running down her pretty face. He reached to wipe them off and she held his hand.

"You are the most wonderful and caring person I have ever known in my life." Mrs. Hammond said leaning to gently kiss him on the mouth. Her lips parted and her warm tongue carefully licked Matt's lower lip. Sending a warm rush through both their rain soaked bodies. "Thank you, Matthew." She kissed him again. "Let's go inside." She said with a warm smile.

The couple ran from the can through the heavy rain and to the front porch of the rustic home. By this time they both were wet to their bones. Matt pulled of his coat and laid it across a chair. "I'll be lucky if that dries before summer." He said laughing and looking to Mrs. Hammond, seeing that she too, was very wet. In fact, she was so wet her black dress stuck to her body like it was painted on her. Her full breasts were open to Matt's view. Her thin bra did little to shield her beauty from his eyes.

As he looked down the dress, her thin hips and behind came into view. Young Matt began to get a massive erection and had no way to hide it from the older woman he loved so dearly. "Matthew!" Mrs. Hammond yelled out with a bright red face when she saw his full, hard manhood pointing to her. "What's gotten into you today?" she had known of his love for many years. It made her get a warm rush between her slender legs seeing how hard this young and handsome man was for her.

"I'm sorry. You just look so good with the dress sticking to you like that. I couldn't help it." He said looking to the floor of the porch. He couldn't stand her being upset with him.

She walked towards him placing her hand under his chin and lifted his face up. "It's all right Matthew. I understand. This dress is very thin and being wet it is very revealing." She said. "Let's get inside so we can change for dinner. You can wear some of Mr. Hammond's' things if that's all right?" 

"Sure, I don't think he'd mind." Matt said looking at Mrs. Hammond's wonderful behind as she walked to unlock the front door of her home. His eyes looked at every beautiful inch of her body. From her rounded hips, down the glorious crack of her behind and to her slender, long legs. 

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Once inside Mrs. Hammond slid off her wet jacket. "Will you help me Matthew?" she asked with a strange tone in her voice. He ran to her side helping her pull off the wet garment exposing more her fruitful breasts. His young eyes took in her beauties like never before. Her rounded breasts and hard nipples filled his eyes. "Matthew? Do you like seeing me like this?" she asked caressing his wet hair from his face.

"Oh, yes Ma'am!" he blurted out with a red face. He had always wanted to tell this woman how beautiful she was. He wanted to her how much he loved her and wanted to be her lover. But, he was always so afraid she would reject him. Matt would die if this wonderful creature left his life.

Her sleek body pressed against his. "Matthew! You dirty boy. What am I to do with you?" she said with a little half smile and pressed her hip a little more into his hard erection sending a bolt of lightening between her legs. "Let's get changed and we can start dinner." She turned to face him, letting his young, full manhood press straight between her slender thighs. "My little man has grown into a very handsome and… such a big man." Her hips moved against his hardness, taking her breath away and making Matt all the harder.

She pulled from him and walked to her bedroom with Matt right behind her, looking at her breathtaking body. "What were you planning for dinner? I'm starving!" Matt asked as his eyes were still glued to her round seductive behind. How he loved to watch this gorgeous woman. Today was a sad day, but she looked so good in the black dress and the rain had made it even better. Showing her great curves even more than normal.

"I'm not really sure. What would you like?" she asked turning to see him again staring at her behind. "Matthew? I'm beginning to think you like staring at my ass." She put her hands on her hips. "Why do you spend so much time with me when you could be out getting any young lady you wished? You are one of the most handsome, intelligent and kindhearted men I've ever known." She moved towards him letting her long brown hair fall across her thin shoulders. 

"Because I lo… like you very much." Matt stuttered out. "No! I lo… lo… I love you!" THERE! He said it at last. The truth was out and he was glad. He had been hiding his feelings for way to long. Now she knew.

She reached behind her back, unzipping her silky, black dress and let it fall to the carpet. Letting him see her see-through bra and her round breasts. A very small pair of bikini panties covered her gorgeous hips and that astonishing behind. Her velvety legs were covered with sheer stockings. "Is this better, my young man? Now you can see all of my old body." She moved closer to him. "Do I hold up to all of your many dreams?" she stood only a few inches from him, he could smell the soft sent coming from between her legs.

Matt's hands reached to each of her thin, seductive hips. He felt her jump with surprise at his touch. "NO! You look even better!" he said pulling her against him and his hard manhood went between her long silky legs. His arms wrapped around her smooth back. Her body trembled at his touch, but it made her burn inside, as he always did.

"Oh, Matthew!" she moaned out in the still room. Her body pressed against his harder than her late husband had ever held her. Matt made her feel like a woman. She had not been loved in over 5 years. She needed someone to make her feel special, someone to make her scream out in ecstasy. "YES! Hold me!" she moaned out again wrapping her arms around Matt so tight he couldn't breath.

Matt reached a hand down to his pants, pulling them off as fast as he could, letting his bare hardness touch a woman for the first time in his 18 years of life. He pushed against her soft, wet mound, feeling the heat coming from her body. "You're so beautiful, Mrs. Hammond!" he moaned moving his hands to the soft, silk panties that covered the behind he had looked at for the last 10 years. Now it was his to love, please and so many new things to come.

She gasped for air as Matt's hardness went between her slim legs. She had no idea a man could be as thick and so long as he was. Her husband was just less than 5 inches long and he could never keep it hard for no more then a few minutes. So many times the last 30 years she would silently cry herself to sleep at night, longing for a man to please her burning body. "I think it will be just fine if you call me, Meg."

"Oh, Meg!" he cried out. "I love you so much." He said as he began to move his long shaft against soft mound of love. His hands held her sexy behind as tight as he could without hurting her. Faster his hips thrust his hardness against her wetness, bringing them both near a wonderful release.

Meg pulled away and gently sank to her knees in front of him. "I've only tried this one other time in my life. I hope I can please you, my love." Both her hands wrapped round his long shaft and she still filled her mouth full of 'man meat'. She gagged the first few times he hit the back of her throat, but soon she was sucking his hardness like a pro. Her dreamy, brown eyes watched as she pleased her young lover.

His strong hands caressed her soft hair as she pleased his manhood. "Oh yes! I'm getting close." He moaned as her soft, wet mouth consumed his hardness. 

She watched as she pleased her man. She could see the pleasure on his face as she sucked him deep down her silky throat. Faster she moved him in and out of her mouth. She wanted him to release so that he could please her better. 

"OH GOD! MEG! I'M CUMING! I'M CUMING!" he screamed as his massive shaft began to shoot so much cum into her mouth and down her throat Meg backed away gagging and spitting it out of her mouth.

Matt stepped towards her taking the long shaft in his hand and began pumping it. Shooting the remaining fluids on her face and all through her long hair. Squirt after squirt he continued to expel the thick fluids all over her body. He came with the force of a garden hose.

Young Matt fell to the floor, gasping for air and enjoying the wonderful feeling that the woman he had been dreaming of all his life had just given him. "Well, it seems like I need a shower." Meg said, licking a long strand of Matt's seeds with her tongue. "I'll be back in a second." She blew him a kiss and started to walk the shower.

"STOP!" Matt said to Meg. She froze in her tracks. "Can you keep that on or wear things just like them?" he moved his fingers to point to all of her sexy under clothing. She looked so sexy wearing the thin bra that covered her full breasts, the tiny panties just shielded her soft mound and her legs looked so, so good in the sheer stockings.

She just smiled at her new lover. "I'll make sure to wear things that will 'catch' your eye. Now, you go wait in the living room. I'll be there shortly." Meg gave him a sexy wave with her little finger and vanished in the shower.

Matt pulled himself from the carpeted floor and walked to the plush living room. He sat on the large soft thinking of the wonderful thing that just happened and of all the many more things to come. He had dreamed of this elegant woman for most of his life, always thinking it would never be. But, tonight, she was his. He closed his tired eyes remembering the sad events of the day. 

Meg sat on the edge of the soft next to her sleeping, young lover. She looked down on his strong, handsome face and gently caressed him. She too, had been in love with him for as long as she could remember. It really started when his body grew into the strong young man he was now. Many times she would catch him stealing looks down her blouses or up her many short skirts, but she loved this young man looking at her with such lust. 

"Hey, sleepy head. Time to get up. Dinner is ready." She said smiling down to his sleepy eyes. "Oh, by the way, is this OK?" she slowly stood up showing him her near naked body.

His eyes looked up and down the beautiful woman's body. Matt had never seen a woman wearing a bustier before, only in his cheep porno books. "Oh Meg! You're beautiful!" he sat up taking in the sights of her body. His hands moved to each side her hips, holding her as he slid from the sofa to the floor. His nose was only an inch from her warm sex; he could smell the sweet sent that her body was giving. "I think some one is horny." He said looking up her body to her face.

"Who do you think it is?" she giggled stepping closer to him pushing her sex into his nose and mouth. Her soft hands ran through his hair edging him to her sex. "Lick me, please!" she begged him with a soft voice.

His mouth opened, letting his tongue ease its way between the creamy white thighs of his new lover. Slowly he licked the front of her white panties sending waves of pleasure through Meg's lonely body. His hands moved behind her to that great ass of hers and he began to caress her.

"OH MATTHEW!" she moaned out into the dark room. Meg spread her long, lean legs giving herself to the young man between her legs. Giving him the fruits that her husband never wanted. The fruits that burned to be picked.

Matt tore off her wet panties, exposing her dripping, bare sex. Her tender folds of flesh were swollen with hot blood. He licked the right side of the inflamed flesh, then to the other side. And gently placed his mouth over her, softly sucking every inch of her sex. Letting his tongue slid into her most insides.

"MATTHEW!" Meg cried out into the night. Feelings that she had never known and never dreamed of were running through her burning body. She spread herself wider and lowered on his mouth, grinding into his tongue as it used her like a small, hard penis.

He looked to her pretty face, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her mouth was open and gasping for air. He knew she was close and he wanted her to orgasm around his tongue. He wanted to feel a woman's muscles squeezing him as her body released. He wanted to taste the sweet fluids as they ran from her body.

"MY GOD!" Meg screamed out with joy as her neglected body orgasmed for the first time in years. She shook with delight as the feeling rushed through her body. "MATTHEW! OH MY MATTHEW!"

He rammed his tongue as deep into her as he could feel Meg's delicate muscles squeezing him. Matt's mouth sealed around her orgasming mound, gently sucking the wonderful juices from her exploding body. Tasting a woman's nectar for the first time in his life. It sent rushed of blood to his full, hard penis. He when what he needed, he needed to be inside this woman, NOW!

He stood up, turning Meg's orgasming body to the sofa and laid her down. Spreading her stocking covered legs as wide as possible. He mounted her and said, "I need you now!" 

"YES!" Meg moaned pulling him to her. Placing his swollen head to her wet opening. "DO IT, NOW!" she wrapped her long legs around him and squeezed as hard as she could, ramming his long, thick manhood deep into her wanting body. "OH MATTHEW!" she screamed out as his thick pole stretched her tiny love to its limits.

Matt's body trembled as Meg welcomed him into her body. Every muscle she had gripped his throbbing manhood. "Meg! I love you!" he moaned as her muscles pulled and milked his long, thick shaft.

"GO! LOVE ME! LOVE ME HARD!" Meg screamed thrusting her thin hips into his hard shaft. "Go!" she moaned digging her fingernails into Matts back.

He stood up, lining his penis to Meg's love. He thrust into her body as hard and fast as he could go. In and out he used her hard, like a man would a cheap whore. He held her bouncing breasts as he abused her lonely hole. Pounding his long manhood into her like a wild animal.

"YES! YES! YES!" Meg screamed as Matt exploited her body. Giving her the hard lovemaking she had always wanted, but had never gotten. Her legs now rested on Matt's strong shoulders as he pounded his shaft into her wet body. He looked down seeing his shaft move in and out of the woman he loved so dearly.

Matt lay across Meg's body kissing her deeply as his shaft slowed to a nice steady pace and his pelvic bone teased her swollen clitoris. "I never want this to end." He said looking into her tear filled eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

"Nothing. I'm just glad I decided to make all your dreams of me come true." She replied with a little smiled that made a small tear run down her face. Her sexy brown eyes looked into his seeing the joy she had brought in his life. He had loved her from the first time he ever laid eyes on her and she loved him.

Matt moved his hardness in and out of her body as they both gasped for air. "I'm ready my love. Are you?" Matt asked as his thrusts into her became faster.

"Oh yes! Love me." She begged pulling him closer to her body. She could feel him getting harder, she knew her young lover was about to fill her body full of hot, sticky cum, something her late husband could never do. She had always wanted a baby but it never was. She had always thought of Matt as her son. Now he was also her lover.

Matt thrust into her burning sex. "OH YES!" was all the young man could say when his has penis began filling Meg's body full of steaming, hot cum. "I LOVE YOU!" he screamed out.

"GO MY LOVE, GO!" Meg yelled kicking her feet into his tight ass. "LOVE ME!" she rammed her hips up to met his thrust into her sex. "OH YES! MATTHEW!" Meg screamed when her lonely body exploded around his long shaft. Her brain filled with so much blood she couldn't see. The massive orgasm took her to a new dimension of life. Her body felt like it had left earth and was floating away in time.

Matt continued to fill her aging body with so much cum it poured from her tiny hole. The leaking fluids made a wonderful sound as he used her tender body. "I love you." Matt moaned as he fell of her panting body.

"I love you, too." She said as she thought of what she had just done.

Making love to someone she had known since he was a small child and on the day she lay her husband to rest. The man she had loved for 30 long years. The man who had made her laugh so many times. The man take gave her anything she had ever wanted. And she did this nasty, wrong thing on this sad day. The shame rushed through her body taking away all of the wonderful feelings she had. Now it was just shame.

"Matt, I need up. Hurry, please!" she jumped from under the young man that had just pleased her so wonderfully. "Thank you so much for always being there for me. Remember, I'll always love you." She said with tears running down her sad face.




A Helping Hand



Meg ran to her room closing the door and making sure it was locked. She walked to the dresser, opening the top drawer; she pulled out the loaded gun her husband kept. She cried as hard as any person had ever done. Her body shook thinking of what she had just done with her long time friend.

Matt jumped from the sofa and ran to the locked door. "Meg open the door, please!" he begged her through the thick door. "Come on Meg." He asked her again.

"No Matthew! I did something very, very wrong. Now I'm going to go to HELL for doing it!" she pulled back the cold steel hammer of the gun and placed it to her head.

Matt heard the gun being cocked. "MEG, NO!" he screamed out in the dark house and stepped back and kicked the door open. "NO! YOU WILL NOT DO THAT! I love you DAMN IT!" he moved towards Meg and jerked the gun from her hands.

"Matthew, I feel so dirty. I buried my husband this morning and I made love to you the same night. This has to be wrong!" her hands covered her shameful face and she cried more. "I love you so much I hurt inside. Even my husband knew I loved you. He wanted me to be with you years ago when he couldn't… well, you know. But, I didn't even though I loved you so much."

Matt held her sobbing body in his arms, rocking her like a small baby. "He wanted you to do that?" He gently caressed her back as he held her close to him. 

"Yes! He thought it was so sweet the way you followed me around like a little puppy. And when you got so big and handsome, he would see you looking at me with so much love and lust." She said breaking a little smile.

"Come on, let me help you into bed." He picked her up taking her to the large bed. "Here, you just sleep or whatever you need to do. I'll sit with you." He said as he pushed a long strand of hair from her face.

"I don't want to sleep. I want you take me again. This time I want you to love me as your wife on our honeymoon. Love me Matthew!" Meg said lying back on her bed, spreading herself as wide as she could. A little smile filled her tear-covered face.

Matt gently kissed her soft lips and he lay on her wonderful body. "I love you so much." And he entered her body, making them man and wife.

THE END….

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A Helping Hand



Riding an escalator in a crowded department store is a silly way to meet old acquaintances, since you may be going down while the other person is going up, and the escalator relentlessly keeps you moving in opposite directions. But that is exactly what happened one Saturday afternoon as Barbara Weston and I suddenly recognized each other halfway down (or up) the escalator. We cried out, almost grabbed each other, then thought better of that, and Barbara was good enough to travel all the way up and then down again so that we could talk to each other after a lapse of nearly five years. Before long we drifted to a coffee shop on the main floor and sat in a booth and talked. We had worked in middle management positions for the same firm a number of years, and then Barbara had married and left town, and now she was back. She was now with a management consulting group, and she was evidently doing quite well. Her husband was an attorney in the local office of an international corporation. As for myself, I was (and still am) a public relations specialist, except that now I work only as an independent contractor.

"You look wonderful," Barbara said. She was in her mid-thirties, a few years younger than me, with lovely shoulder-length auburn hair and a bright smile. As a committed bisexual (out to certain people only), I'm always physically interested in women, but Barbara was straight and married and we had never been more than casual acquaintances. But I looked. She was something to look at, with a lovely face, full lips painted scarlet, and a generous bust. Looking is harmless; you can always entertain your libido by just looking.

"And you look wonderful too," I replied. I'd always liked her, and it was pleasant talking to her again. We gossiped about this and that, and soon the conversation drifted to personal circumstances. Her marriage was still intact but they had no children yet. As for me, I was still unmarried (after an earlier divorce), and I intended to remain that way. I lived alone and I enjoyed it. I had several ongoing relationships, lovers of both sexes, but there was still no one I would care to have as a permanent partner.

"Good for you," Barbara said, when she learned I was alone and happy that way. But I suspected she was merely being polite. Most married women think unmarried women are unfortunate creatures, and I did not know Barbara well enough to know if she thought otherwise. But then she added: "Sometimes I wish I were single again. Marriage is not all roses, you know."

I shrugged. "It never is, is it?" I was hardly surprised. I was aware of too many marriages, including my own early marriage, that went nowhere except downhill. Barbara evidently needed to talk about her problems.

And so she began talking. I think if we had known each other better she might not have said so much. But since we were only casual acquaintances, maybe she felt more comfortable talking to me rather than to a close friend. I'm a good listener, and I listened. I've always thought trouble in marriage, as in any intimate relationship, is caused by money or sex or both, and in Barbara's case, as she revealed the details, the problem was apparently sex.

"It's good for me when it happens," she said, "but for Gordon it seems not to be the right kind."

"Is he gay?" I had never met him and knew hardly anything about him.

"No, definitely not. He's not interested in men."

"Then what do you mean by not the right kind of sex?"

Barbara sighed. "Gordon has confessed to me that he's been seeing a dominatrix twice a month and he's been doing it for nearly a year. Now that we're back in Chicago, he intends to find one here and start up again. He says he considers it psychotherapy. He says there wasn't any real sex with the other woman, and there won't be any real sex with her replacement. He says he loves me and he doesn't want our marriage to end. What in the world do I do with this?"

"Do you love him?"

"Yes I do. Very much. Do you know anything about this sort of thing?"

I had a choice at that point. I might have said I knew nothing about it and suggested she see a marriage counselor. Instead I revealed more about myself than I probably should have, although later events proved that I did the right thing.

"Yes, I know something about it," I said.

"You do?"

And I told her. My early first (and only) marriage had ended in divorce because my husband turned out to be a submissive who required a sexually dominant woman, and at that time I was not willing to play that role, at least not the way he wanted the role played. I became willing toward the end of the marriage, but by that time it was too late and I wanted the marriage to end. After that, in all my relationships with men, I was sexually dominant, sometimes in an extreme way. And the same was true in my relationships with women.

By this time, Barbara was sitting upright with her eyes wide open. "You're bisexual?"

"Definitely bisexual."

"Oh my."

I had to smile. "It happens, Barbara. It's not a fatal or contagious disease and I do enjoy it."

She gave a short giggle. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

"So now you've met one. We're human, you see."

She extended her hand across the table and touched my wrist. "Oh, that's not it, Katherine. My sister's as gay as a lark. She's an out-of-the-closet dyke and I love her dearly."

Now it was my turn to be surprised. "Really?"

"Definitely really. Now tell me, what do you think I should do about Gordon?"

"Do you want ideas?"

"I certainly do."

And that was how my involvement in the marriage of Barbara and Gordon Weston began.

* * *

One evening, a few weeks later, Barbara came to my apartment as planned. After she settled down with a glass of wine, she expressed her uncertainty.

"I don't know if I can go through with this," she said. "What if I can't do it?"

"Which part? Tonight or all of it?"

"All of it, of course. I think I can get through tonight. Although watching you and maybe doing something with a strange man is wilder than anything I've ever done, I suppose I can manage it. But I don't know about the rest of it. I don't know if I can change the way I am with Gordon."

I tried to reassure her. I understood her qualms. "Let's take it one step at a time. Let's see what happens tonight, and then we'll talk about what happens afterward."

"Are you sure this Eldon of yours expects me to be here?"

"Oh yes."

Eldon was one of my lovers. When I'd presented to him the idea of Barbara joining us for an evening, he hadn't said yes or no. Eldon always agreed to anything I wanted, and in any case he thought Barbara was a domme like myself, and the idea of being under the control of two women at the same time excited him tremendously. Eldon had been one of my subs for nearly two years now. He was a successful stock broker, with a wife, a family, and a large house in Lake Forest -- and a liking for serious degradation. I would play with him relatively gently this evening in order not to shock Barbara too much, play with him at least enough so that she could learn a few things. After that we'd see what she might want to do with him. Of course she was nervous. I'd been nervous the first time also, lucky to have the help of an experienced woman friend. It's not easy for a woman to change her attitudes about herself, and her attitudes about men, not easy to play an empress who could have any sexual whim she liked satisfied immediately. Any sexual whim, no matter how impossible it might have previously seemed.

As I had advised Barbara, when Eldon arrived, she remained seated in her chair and said nothing.

"Eldon, this is Barbara," I said.

She merely nodded. Eldon looked at her once and then looked away. He was in his mid-forties, physically fit, short greying hair, and of average height. He was naturally hairy, but I'd made him shave his chest and pubes; how he'd explained that to his wife, I have no idea. Our relationship was simple: we saw each other two or three times a month in my apartment, Eldon would serve me sexually any way I wished for three or four hours, and then he would shower and drive home to Lake Forest. There was no business arrangement, no payment of any kind. I've never been a professional, I have no interest in that. I liked Eldon, but as a sexual toy. He knew it was never more than that, and he was satisfied. What he wanted from me was an opportunity to serve a woman completely, and I gave him that opportunity. He had once shown me a photograph of his wife. She seemed like an ordinary attractive upper middle-class suburban woman, the type of woman who might be completely crushed had she known what went on between her husband and myself. Everyone has their secrets, and I was Eldon's secret. If I ordered him to use his mouth and tongue on my anus, he would gladly spend a greedy hour doing it; as for his wife, he had admitted to me that he'd never had his face within a foot of her buttocks. People are chained by their attitudes.

One of the rules with Eldon was that he never spoke in my presence unless I requested it or unless he wanted to leave. He did not speak now. Instead, when I ordered it, he methodically removed his clothes, piled everything neatly on a hardwood chair against the wall, and stood there naked and waiting. His chest and genitals were shaved smooth and completely devoid of hair, his cock dangling in a half-erection.

Barbara was already in a state of mild shock as she sat silently and looked at him. But I could also see the interest in her eyes, the mild excitement as she gazed at his naked body. He was standing not more than a few feet directly in front of her. He had a good body, well-toned by physical exercise, firm muscles in his arms and thighs, and he was also well-hung. A large cock and heavy balls might not matter to a woman under a blanket in the dark of a bedroom, but it does matter when the man is to be looked at. Eldon's generous endowments were one reason I was not yet bored with him. Large cocks are simply more fun to play with.

"Turn around," I said. And when he did so, I moved closer and stroked his buttocks, then pried them open to show Barbara his anus. "Bend over," I said gently. And as he bent forward, I reached underneath to take hold of his balls and lift them into the crack of his ass.

I heard Barbara exhale in a hiss. She had probably never seen her husband like this, bent over with his scrotum held from behind and stretched upward. I released his balls and told him to remain as he was. I took up the anal plug from a side table where I'd prepared it, lubricated the business end with K-Y jelly, returned to Eldon and carefully worked the plug into Eldon's anus in front of Barbara's transfixed eyes.

"All right, stand straight," I said. And Eldon immediately did so. He was my toy, my automaton. If I ordered him to kneel and open his mouth while I urinated into it, he would do that without hesitation -- and he had done exactly that many times. But Barbara was not ready for anything so extreme, and she might not ever be ready for it.

There are no scripts in my sexual life. I don't like playing with scripts. The operating motif is control, not play-acting. 

Eldon had an erection now. I made him turn and face Barbara so she could see what he had. She glanced at me, one eyebrow raised, and it was obvious she was impressed. Her face was flushed. She was excited, in full excitement now.

"Go on," I said to her, while pushing Eldon toward her. "Squeeze his balls, if you like. Pinch his cock."

His cock was what she wanted. She couldn't resist all that male meat. The large head looked swollen, almost purplish in color. He was aroused to a maximum, the tip of his penis leaking steadily. Barbara ran both hands over his cock and balls, feeling the weight of his testicles, gripping his penis to test its girth. He was thick, all right. I learned later she had never had a cock this size in her hands. She was not that experienced. Two lovers before her husband. Fun and games in high school in the back seats of cars. Hurried fucking in dormitory rooms in college. And then the deadening sexual routine of marriage. The ordinary woman has so little opportunity to explore the depths of her sexuality.

I began undressing. I never wear domme costumes. I hate them. I have no use for men who need such devices. Costumes are for actors, not for reality. I stripped myself naked while Barbara amused herself with Eldon's cock and balls, and then I urged Barbara to do the same. "I want him to suck you," I told Barbara. "He's very good at that. He has a skilled mouth."

I also wanted to see her naked. I was in fact more interested in Barbara now than in Eldon. I could have my male-toy anytime; Barbara was new and still untouched.

Of course she wanted Eldon to go down on her, and she quickly stripped away her clothes. She was more lovely than I'd thought, especially her breasts. They were the breasts of a much younger woman, firm globes with turgid long nipples. She had a carefully trimmed auburn bush and wide hips. She ought to have been a mother. But I wasn't thinking about her motherhood; I was thinking about what it would take later on to get her into bed with me. Straight or not straight, she was something I wanted. Would she be a sub for me? Maybe. The idea was delicious.

Since Eldon was facing us, he now had two naked women in front of him.

"All right, Eldon," I said. "Get down there and say hello to Barbara. Make it good for her."

I sat down beside Barbara and watched it. I resisted the urge to slide an arm around her shoulders. As Eldon pressed his face into her cunt, she began moaning almost immediately. Her breasts trembled, her lovely long nipples so close I could see the texture of the spongy tips. Without touching her, I leaned close enough to whisper in her ear: "He's good, isn't he?"

"Yes!" she whispered back.

"Raise your knees so he can get at your ass. He'll rim you."

She groaned. Then she pulled her knees back to her breasts and tilted her ass upwards. Eldon knew what to do. His face slid down and he started tonguing her anus. I knew all his moves, and just imagining what he was doing excited me. I wondered if anyone had ever done it before to Barbara.

I whispered in her ear: "How is it?"

"Oh, Katherine!"

"Would you like to queen him?"

"Queen him?"

"Sit on his face."

"Yes!"

She was learning fast. I pushed Eldon away with my foot and told him to stretch out on his back. He knew what was coming. He lay on the rug and waited, the tube of his cock extended along his belly. I watched as Barbara hurried to mount his face. She was clever enough to do it facing his feet, which made her anus more available to his mouth. She sat down on his face with a groan, wriggled her buttocks and closed her eyes.

While Barbara enjoyed herself, I retrieved two velcro bands from a nearby drawer and used them to bind Eldon's cock at the base of the shaft. Then I left them, went to my bedroom, and carried back a small cardboard box. Still wriggling on Eldon's face, Barbara gave me a questioning look.

"We're going to fuck him," I said, and I opened the box and pulled out two strap-on dildoes, a pair of twins, one blue and one pink.

Barbara stared at the dildoes, slid a hand down to rub her clitoris, and came. She threw her head back, groaned, and pumped hard on Eldon's mouth. Was his tongue in her ass? I couldn't tell. Wherever his tongue was, she had an intense climax. She finished coming on his face and rose on her feet with another groan. "I'm going to the bathroom," she said.

I told Eldon to roll over on his knees and remain like that. I waited for Barbara. In a few minutes she returned looking refreshed, but her cheeks were still flushed. She sat down on the sofa and said, "What now?"

"I'll do him first," I said. I would show her how. This would be an important event for her. Not as important as when she did it to her husband, but important enough. I remembered my own initiation, and how it profoundly affected me.

I crouched near Eldon and pulled the anal plug out of his ass. His anus was wide open now, and he would take a dildo easily. I stood near Barbara as I strapped on the harness holding the blue dildo, showing her how to do it. Then I lubricated the dildo with K-Y jelly, moved behind Eldon and lowered myself on my knees behind him. I had done this to Eldon many times, and it took only a few moments to get all the way inside him. Barbara gazed at me with wonder in her eyes as I started fucking him.

Many women are repelled by the idea of doing this to a man. Other women are intensely excited by it. Barbara was obviously excited. All the men I've done it to have said they enjoyed it. I think what they enjoy is an exploration of the feminine side of their nature. There is more of it in some men than in others, and even with men who have it, they tend to strongly reject it. Fucking is delightful for both the recipient and the active partner. Eldon loved it; I probably loved it more than he did. When I finished fucking Eldon, when I came hard pounding into his ass, I removed the velcro bands from his cock and it was then Barbara's turn. She was wonderful; she had watched me and she had learned the moves. Eldon came while she was fucking him; he came without touching his cock, which happens often to him when I fuck him. Barbara didn't come because a woman who uses a strap-on must learn how to come with it, and she hadn't learned how yet. But she had a blissful look on her face, a special bliss that happens to a woman when she fucks a man for the first time. Was she thinking about her husband? Yes, I suppose so.

* * *

I did have Barbara in my bed that night. After Eldon left us, we showered and then went to my bedroom to make love. As it happened, I was not her first female lover. I was not in the mood to take her as a sub, and our lovemaking was thoroughly tender and mutual.

I haven't seen Barbara in nearly a year. I had a note from her last week thanking me again for the revival of her marriage. Of course I did not do much. Merely a helping hand. The credit belongs to Barbara.

--End-- 



A Helping Hand



It was late one Saturday evening and I was home alone, something I seemed to be doing a great deal of recently. I was experiencing a large amount of blood pumping hunger. In other words, I was in the throes of the hormone monster and thinking about doing the single girl two step -- masturbation. I could feel my nipples throb and my neither regions ache with need. I craved release -- just the idea of pleasuring my own pussy had me wet with anticipation.

I stood at my bedroom window and looked across the common area directly into my neighbor's apartment. I had an unrestricted view into the dwelling usually but tonight it was completely dark. (Not that I needed any additional eye candy in my condition.) I had spoken with this man in the laundry room, at the mailboxes, even watched him ride away on his Harley with a lust filled eye. There was something very sexual about him that had nothing to do with the amount of women that traipsed in & out of his place: he had a way of treating women, that made them aware of his genuine appreciation for their gender. Maybe it was the way he leaned in when a woman spoke to him, as if he hung on every word. Or perhaps it was the way he would casually brush his fingertips along her arm or hand, as though emphasizing his presence. 

From the top of his sandy brown head to the tip of his boots, he was hot with a capital 'H'. I wondered about his sexual prowess -- then was over come by mind pictures of him in various positions that were so intoxicating, they had my clit throbbing with desire. My fingers longed to play...

My black silk robe was all the clothing I wore. While gazing out into the darkened apartment I had allowed the belt slip open, the cool air crinkling my nipples; my erotic thoughts causing my 38c breasts to swell with desire. I could so easily imagine him on his knees licking up the honey flow that threatened to spill out of my neglected pussy. I allowed my fingers slip into my slick vee and found the stamen between the folds of my petals and began massaging it. The lights behind me were dimmed, perfect for self-gratification. I used my left hand to cup & massage my breasts as a lover might, while my right skimmed & trailed thru my syrupy slick playground. I nearly had two fingers inside my tunnel when I heard a knock at the door. I hurriedly moved away from the window, rinsed my hands, wiped them quickly on a towel and headed toward the door. I didn't bother to add to the lighting and using the peephole, I discovered my fantasy neighbor on the other side. I opened the door hesitantly; making doubly certain my nakedness was contained.

"I don't know if you remember me, my name is Greg. I have a package that was left for you at my place by mistake." I opened the door wider, allowing him into my apartment. He came in sporting black leather & tight jeans and left a clean scent in his wake as he passed. (I couldn't help but take the opportunity to check out the goods yet again. The man was packing. My bad!) He glanced around and placed the package on a nearby table and turned to face me. 

"That's really nice of you to bring the package over," I began. 

"It's no trouble, I've been home awhile. I was doing some star gazing and got distracted. The view just about killed me," Greg smiled; the warmth was mirrored in his honey brown eyes before he grabbed my right hand. He then began to slowly and erotically lick over my fingertips, all the while maintaining eye contact with me. His actions nearly had me jumping out of my skin or maybe it was the moment he started sucking on my fingers; the answering pull could be felt directly between my thighs. I was more than a little shocked when he placed my dewy digits directly over his bulge and rubbed himself against my hand. My fingers trailed over his firm flesh slowly, trying to convince myself that it wasn't a dream. 

'This can't be happening,' I thought but his cock jumped at my touch. That was all the wake up I needed. 

"It looked like you needed a hand. I believe in being neighborly." He stated as he pulled open my robe and began suckling on my pale pink nipples, making the crests bloom a darker hue. His mouth's voraciousness sucked in more & more flesh vigorously as his hand skimmed lower cupping over my well lubed rose. "You're dripping wet, I can take of that." He murmured as he knelt and licked the outside down-like muff that covered the entrance to my honey flow.

"Mmm, don't mind my cold ears." He teased as his tongue lapped up my wetness, slurping, sucking noises soon followed, my thighs opened wider to allow him easier access to my body. 

"I really get off over a well lubed pussy -- it makes experimentation that much more fun." I felt his knowing fingers move back and enter my rear door, moving in & out lewdly as he sucked on my well-developed pea. I flooded his face instantly and felt his honey wet kisses move up along my thighs, leaving a trail of small passion marks in his wake.

I dropped to my knees and nuzzled the bulge in his well-packed jeans. He assisted me by opening them up and freeing the male protuberance that resided there. He held it at its base and stroked the tip over my waiting lips. His other hand skimmed over my hair to cup the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. The very size of his cock was a force to be reckoned with. 

"Suck me off," he ordered. "I know you've been watching me for a while. I've been watching you, too." He guided himself into my waiting, hungry mouth while still holding my head steady, taking control. (A fantasy this oral woman could relive repeatedly!) My tongue flicked over his tool, my body responding to the growing fullness against my tongue. I moaned audibly as his hips gyrated back & forth, fucking my mouth. 

"I knew you were oral." Greg whispered as I swallowed him down to the base of his cock while lightly massaging his balls. 

"This is just getting in my way." He pulled the robe from off my body and it fell to pool on the carpet around me. The image we brought to mind was mind-boggling. I'm kneeling before him submissively, completely nude, sucking and licking over his turgid cock like a sugar junkie after a fix. He's still fully clothed; his pants lowered just enough to allow me access to his cock. My tongue bathed over him fully, paying added attention to the ridge at his crown. I tasted droplets of pre-cum, the warm pearls combine with my natural exuberance -- I swallowed hungrily. I felt the warmth spreading throughout my body. I craved more.

"I don't want to cum yet -- get on all fours," I moved eagerly, ready to obey his every whim. I yearned to feel him inside me completely. 

Greg entered me from behind with one quick thrust -- the rough texture of his jeans rubbing against my nakedness, the contrast of tender flesh against the harsh material is not lost on me. I savored the sensations, all of them. I felt the head of his cock tease the very core of me. He toyed with me, keeping me right on the edge. He moved his hips against me slowly; the movements sent spirals of enjoyment through us both. Our combined pleasure spills out, leaking down my thighs. The scent of us permeates the air...the perfume making me long to taste his cum once again.

He dampens his fingers in my honey and I felt him seeking entrance at my dark portal. He inserted one slowly, finger fucking me - opening up my back passage while lubing me for more pleasure. I felt him pull out of my tightness with an audible plop and explore the opening of my unused cavern. I tensed but before I could utter a protest Greg plunged into my tunnel of unearthly delights. I softly whimpered; the pleasure is almost more than I can bear, as he stroked my clit leisurely. I'm so aroused, so wet we could hear his fingers as they moved thru my soft folds.

"Touch your breasts for me, pinch your nipples," Greg hoarsely ordered. I felt him tense, his body close to cuming. As I cupped and manipulated my breasts, his digits began flickering over my clit in a rapid staccato. 

"You feel so good," He cried out as a warm rush permeates me, a load of delectable cream shoots into me deeply...wave after wave of heat pulsates through me.

I felt Greg pull out of me and his lips replace his rigidness, his tongue lapping up through the folds of me -- sampling the combined flavors he discovered...he began tongue fucking my pussy once again, causing yet another explosion.

Afterward, I walk him to the door, my knees still a bit unsteady from our encounter, the very force of our love play. He grabbed me in a warm embrace and kissed me passionately, deeply. I could taste the erotic flavor of us in the kiss -- the dark images it created were to be savored and remembered -- but at another time.

He picked up the package and gave me another hug. 

"I thought that was for me?" I questioned: still somewhat dazed.

"This is my laundry. I just used it to get through the door." 

"Next time you need a hand -- you know how to get my attention."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a few days and I hadn't seen my sexy neighbor since our encounter. I felt the want building inside me; like a volcano ready to erupt. I yearned for release. I craved his taste, his touch. The force of the hunger spurred me into a bold move.  

I prepared myself for him, wanting to please and delight him as much as he had given of himself to me. 

'This time will be all for his pleasure,' I thought to convince myself as I soaked in a perfumed bath, the airy bubbles teasing my flesh. I wanted to play with my clit but I waited, I wanted to explode and flood his face...I could imagine his reaction at such wantonness.

I would have liked my visit to be a surprise but I've called ahead and made certain he'd be home and receptive to a guest. The excitement and expectation in his deep voice allies any fears I might have possessed. I felt my excitement level increase and dampen my thong.

At the appointed time I knocked at his front door. He opened the portal, wearing a pair of low-slung jeans, his chest bare, muscled and begging to be touched. His warm and welcoming smile stilled the butterflies that had suddenly taken flight deep within me. The living room was aglow from several strategically placed candles but the light did nothing to dispel the darkened corners of the large, well appointed room. He pulled me further into the room, closing and locking the door behind me, the sound of it overly loud in the quiet room. 

I had fantasized about being alone with him again, but now facing my desires I felt suddenly hesitant, shy. As if reading my thoughts Greg placed his hands on my shoulders briefly, giving me a reassuring squeeze. One hand slowly, methodically began blazing a trail down the front of my dress, my nipple a hard erect point that begged his attention. His fingers traced lovingly over it before unbuttoning the front of my bodice, revealing my full breasts for his hungry gaze. He lowered the lacy cups and my twin points peaked out over the edges of my black bra. His mouth sucked in an erect nipple, slowly, teasingly. Both buds were soon well loved by the force of his voracious mouth. He repositioned me, so that I faced away from him, leaning back against his masculine frame. An arm is wrapped around my waist holding me steady as his other plays over my exposed flesh as expertly as a musician plays his instrument. Fingers teased and trailed over me igniting an unquenchable desire. 

My dress is as quickly cast aside as yesterday's gossip. I leaned against him as his fingers delved under my thong and into my pussy, removing the syrup that is freely flowing from my libidinous body. He raised a hand to slowly and erotically lick over his digits then kissed me deeply, passionately.

"Your pussy is as sweet as I remember." Greg whispered, his breath causing ripples of delight to skim over my flesh.

I sensed movement and looked off into the darkness. A form emerged from the shadows -- walking slowly into the dim light. A dark haired, curvaceous woman moved in towards us. I start and attempted to move away but I'm held firmly in place by Greg's steely arms. He occasionally dipped in a finger or two into my still wet pussy as if exploring my reaction.

"This is my good friend Amy. She wants to taste your sweetness." I jerk -- the night suddenly as surreal as a dream but I'm conscious of my derriere pressed against Greg's still growing bulge and I'm lost in a sea of sensations. She placed her mouth on mine -- her tongue snaking in to plunder my softness. She moved lower, erotically, licking and sucking on my breasts, her hunger apparent in the moans she makes as she moved lower still.

"Go after that pussy. You know you need that sweet pussy." Greg urged her on. "Suck on her clit. I want to hear you eating her wet pussy. Make her cum," he tells her lewdly -- she worked herself lower, her breath tickling my down covered box. 

"Don't worry, let her taste you. Relax, just relax for me." I can't move, I can't turn away; she's pressing me against him while his bulge is growing fuller against my backside. I felt her pull down my thong, part my lower lips softly, her tongue soon lapping at my velvety entrance and swallowing down the excess moisture she's discovered.

Soon my thigh is resting on her shoulder, allowing her easier access to my honey. I pull her head deeper into me, my resistance forgotten as he nuzzles my neck, sucks on my earlobes or teases my breasts while Amy feasts.

"I told you her pussy was good." I feel her finger knocking at my back door, right before it slips inside. I grind against her face lewdly and I gush out a flood of warmth covering her cheeks and chin. She moved up and kisses me; I can taste myself, as Greg chuckled delightedly in my ear. "I knew the two of you would be hot together." She pushes herself against me, her breasts rubbing against mine as Greg moans his obvious approval in my ear. The two of them exchange a kiss sharing my essence; then he kisses me deeply. I taste my pussy juices from his lips as he groans wickedly.

"We're going into the bedroom. We want you to join us but you know what's expected -- it's going to be a threesome and everything that entails. That means every combination possible." 

Amy moves off but pauses briefly in the doorway before entering the bedroom. 

Greg stands before me, holding my hand. "What's it going to be?" He questions gently waiting for my response. "Are you woman enough to explore another female, to taste her essence?" 

I follow them both into the room beyond and the unknown delights and surprises that await us all.



A Helping Hand



SOME tears slipped out of Victoria's eyes unbidden as she closed the door of the craft shop she'd come to think of as her second home. She brushed them away as she walked toward her car. She just needed to make it home and then she could let all the tears out. She didn't look back as she walked away. Would it be possible to get around town and avoid this street for a while so she wouldn't have to be reminded.

VICTORIA was glad the parking lot was mostly empty, so no one would notice her tears. It had been snowing and she pulled her coat around her tighter to stay warm. She'd have to use the same coat for another winter. Now with loosing her job she wouldn't be able to afford that new coat she had been eyeing in the window, or the trip to her parents for Christmas. She couldn't think about that now, or she would really start crying. The tears made her cheeks feel even more cold and she continued to brush them away as they trickled from her eyes. 

HER job had fit her perfectly and had been a God-send. Alexandra was a friend and a co-worker and and found her the job. Working at the craft store was interesting, and allowed her to meet lots of people, paid well, and gave her a discount on supplies for her own scrapbooking and cross stitching addictions. The store wasn't doing well, and as the newest employee she was also the first to be cut. She tried not to be angry at Alexandra as she reached for her keys, but it was hard not to take this personally. 

THE keys were usually in the front pocket of her purse. Where were they? She reached for the door handle to see if she had left the car unlocked? No, it was firmly locked. She must have just been distracted and placed them in her bag instead and she searched her bag. It must have been snowing a while, the snow had piled up on the windshield. Victoria wasn't a winter person and got no joy out of cleaning off the car and waiting for it to warm up. The tears flowed freely now as the frustration inside her built. She stepped forward to place her bag on the hood of the car to look better but as she did so her right foot slipped on some ice. 

JERRY came to this strip mall every Friday at the same time. He would pick up his cleaning and drop off his clothes for the week and get his errands done. He had spent more time visiting with Mr. Wong in the cleaners then he wanted. As he started the car again he let the car sit for a while to warm up and spied a young woman leave the craft store. She seemed upset as she walked across the near empty parking lot. His first thoughts were how beautiful she was. But she seemed to be upset and crying. He wondered what happened? 

JERRY was ready to pull away when he saw her slip on the ice. Jerry quickly got out of his car and went to her, offering her his hand. "May I be of some assitance?" he asked as he noticed her desheveled appearance from the fall. She looked up at the stranger talking to her. She's hoped she could be alone in her humiliation but even that wasn't possible. Her tears continued stronger this time from the humiliation and the pain in her ankle.

THINKING to himself, she is even more beautiful up close. He couldn't tell the color of her eyes because she tried to avoid eye contact. Her long, curly hair made him want to run his fingers through it. Her face looked so sad he promised himself he would give her something to smile about. He reached down and helped her to her feet. Brushing the snow off her well worn jacket. She looked liked she was freezing. Is that all she had to keep herself warm? 

JERRY'S heart melted, he wanted to help her as he saw her tears and hands shaking. He didn't know why or how, but he knew that he must help her through this ordeal. She tried to gracefully to stand on one foot wincing as she put pressure on the other foot. She forced the tears to stop and after self consiously wiping her tears she looked into the face of her rescuer. 

HIS eyes caught her attention first. They were filled with kindness. His hair was short with some gray in it. He was certainly older then herself. He was handsome and wore a winter coat that looked to be eternally warm for the cold seemed to have no affect on him. She smiled, not because the pain had eased but because his eyes seemed to tell her that he was safe.

HE must have thought she was feeling better though because he let go of her arm which forced her to place weight on her twisted ankle and she cried out in pain. He grabbed for her again with both arms to steady her. She caught his arm before she could fall again. The only good part of this pain was that he would think the pain was from the ankle only and she wouldn't have to explain her internal pain. 

"WHERE does it hurt?" He asked. The kindness in his voice matched the kindness in his eyes. SHE wanted to tell him about all her pain but wasn't very good at asking for help, instead said, "I seem to have twisted my ankle. If you can help me get in the car I can get home and get some ice on it." She didn't want to inconvenience this kind stranger any more than needed. 

"I don't think you should put any weight on it at all. I don't think you're in any shape to drive," he spoke softly. 

"OH, I'm sure it will be fine once I get out of this freezing weather." she spoke more harshly then she meant to. She could feel herself on the edge of tears and needed desperately to have a good cry and she preferred it to not be in front of this stranger again. 

"WELL, at least let me clean off your car and get it started for you. Give me your keys." His kind voice didn't show that he had noticed her harshness. She fumbled in her purse, looking for her keys and trying to maintain her balance. She was starting to get into a panic because the keys weren't there. She was unable to restrain her tears. This was too much. 

"I can't find my keys." Victoria said through the sobs. 

"YOU need to get warm, come sit in my car. You can look for them there." Guiding her the short distance to his now warm car, Jerry helped her in the front seat. Feeling her next to him, hearing her sobs, and knowing she was in such pain was having a profound affect on Jerry. He couldn't remember when the last time a woman made him feel this way. 

"YOU can empty your purse onto the front seat there and look for your keys. While you are doing that, I will clean off your car." Victoria looked up, tears streaming down her face, and could only nod. Taking the brush from his car, Jerry started to clean off her windows. As he cleaned the driver side window, he noticed the keys still in the ignition. He tried each door but the car was securely locked and with the weather as bad as it was, there would not be anyone available for hours to help her, except himself. 

WALKING back to his car, Jerry slid into the front seat next to her. She looked as if she had the troubles of the world on her shoulders. Too much pain for one so young and so beautiful.

"EXCUSE me Ms, I found your keys." She looked up surprised as his words. "They are still in your car." 

SEEING her look of disbelief and continued sobs, Jerry reached out and touched her shoulder gently. knowing no words will ease her pain, but a soft touch might. "I don't believe I have introduced myself yet, I am Jerry." He reached down and grabbed her hand. His were large and warm, hers, small and cold. Their eyes met again and she saw kindness and warmth. He saw beauty and pain. 

SHE responded, "I am Victoria. Thank you for all that you have done, but I am taking up too much of your time. You have been very kind." 

"NONSENSE Victoria, I have nothing but time. It's okay to ask for help. What kind of gentleman would I be if I left a beautiful damsel in distress alone in the cold." Laughing lightly. "Why don't I drive you home, you can put your foot up, call for a locksmith, and I will come back to wait for him." 

HE wanted to get to know her better. He wanted to know what is causing her so much pain. He knew he could help, he must help. Victoria couldn't respond right away. She had no idea what to say. She knew she should probably get out of the car immediately but it was so warm, and his eyes were so kind. Maybe she could just rest here a moment and then she could think more clearly. 

SEEING the confusion in her eyes, Jerry rests his hand on her shoulder again, "Listen Victoria, you need help right now. I know that you are hesitant to receive help from strangers, but in this case you don't have much choice. Your ankle needs attention and your keys are locked in your car. Please let me help you. I promise I will be the perfect gentleman." 

VICTORIA felt numb from all that has happened to her. She nodded slowly to the man next to her. She wished he would take her hand, she felt so weak and needed something strong to hold on to, "I hate to admit that you are right. If you have time I will at least take you up on your offer for a ride to my apartment." Jerry was relieved and smiled. 

"DIRECT my humble chariot and I will take you home." 

"IT'S only an apartment. I live at 1429 Maple, next to Doppins Deli," she said as she slumped back into the seat. Jerry put the car into gear and began the trek to her home through the thickening snow. The trip was made in almost silence. Both were filled with thoughts, but neither wanted to relate them to the other. 

JERRY'S thoughts were jumbled. So many things were running through his mind. He wondered what happened in the Craft Store that caused her to start crying. and hoped she'd continue to let him help her. She looked so beautiful and so vulnerable. He wondered if she would ever want to be with an old man like him. 

VICTORIA closed her eyes but instead of worrying about the pain she thought about how handsome her rescuer was. She turned her head toward him to see if he was wearing a wedding ring. He wasn't. Why was she so relieved? She had started to believe all the good men were taken. She noticed his hands looked strong and she relaxed. THEY arrived at her apartment without further incidence, Jerry helped her out of the car. She winced when she put her foot down, crying out. Without asking or listening to her protests, Jerry lifted her into his arms and carried her to her door. Thinking to himself how she had fit perfectly into her arms. Setting her down carefully while holding her arm he remembered, "Let me guess, your apartment key is in your car?" 

SHE looked up at him, seeing the awareness of a potential problem registered on his face. She smiled slightly, "I always keep a spare in my purse pocket." Finding it and handing it to him. She unlocked the door but when she started to open it, he again picked her up and carried her in. He noted that there were no objections this time. He set her down gently on her couch. 

HE helped her with her coat before propping her foot on some pillows. Getting some ice for her ankle was the first order of business and he didn't wait for her permission to get some ice from the kitchen. Her apartment had a lived in feel to it. He could tell from comparing the living room to the kitchen that she knew how to make a house a home but needed help with the dishes. "I like your place. I feel comfortable here," he said as he tucked the ice around her ankle, "There now, that should get you settled enough for the time being. Let's call that locksmith, and I will go back and wait for him." He kept his hand rested on her leg enjoying the closeness to her. 

SHE remembered how close she was to tears before but now the presence of this man made her forget that she had lost her job, and she enjoyed every moment of this attention. This certainly didn't happen often and she probably wouldn't ever see him again. 

"I'D feel terrible if you went out of your way even more tonight. I'll take care of things in the morning. You've already done so much." She hoped she sounded more insistent then she felt. She selfishly didn't want to deal with the snow, the locksmith, or seeing 'her shop' tomorrow with a sore ankle. She leaned forward and put her hand on his saying, "Thank you for all you've done. You may have restored my faith in men. I won't forget you." 

SHE withdrew her hand and she almost wished he hadn't promised to be a gentleman. She had made no such promises. She must seem like such a baby to him, why would he even look twice at her. Her kind gesture only reaffirmed his decision to help her more. Jerry was falling for this young woman. He had not felt this way in a long time. HE had made up his mind that he would continue to help her until she kicked him out. "I won't have you up and around on your ankle tomorrow. Impossible," he decided to just take charge and not give her a choice. "Where is the phone book?" He easily found it before she had a chance to answer. 

SHE tried to make objections but he brushed them aside with his hand and dialed the number. He seemed to have forgotten about her as he made plans and headed back out the door. Oddly, she didn't want him to leave. He promised to return with the keys shortly, and she trusted that he would. And if he was up to no good and the keys never returned, she knew she could turn in a very detailed physical description of the handsome man. 

NOW that he was gone the full weight of the day hit her again. The tears started again as she thought about her lost job and her car stuck out in the snow. But the couch was comfortable and Jerry's smile still kept her warm. She didn't mean to fall asleep on the couch but she did. 

JERRY returned with the keys. It had taken a while and he wasn't sure what to do to return the keys. He knocked lightly on her door, but he didn't hear Victoria's voice. Would it be okay if he let himself in? He didn't want her hobbling to the door and hurting her ankle more. He used the key to let himself in. She had fallen asleep on the couch. The ice had fallen off and was laying on the floor. She looked so peaceful. 

HONESTLY he had hoped for a chance to get to know her better and had lots of questions to ask. No, this wasn't the time. He looked around for a blanket to spread over her. Well, he at least had a good excuse to satisfy his curiosity to see her bedroom. She did need a blanket if she would spent the night on the couch. The desk overflowed with crafts. Well, that explained the craft store. 

THE room was nicely decorated, and there was lots of photographs around. He grabbed the comforter from the unmade bed. He hadn't thought she could be more beautiful but she was. He knelt beside her, spreading the comforter around her, and couldn't resist a kiss on her cheek. He hoped he hadn't stepped out of her defenition of a gentleman but he didn't regret it. 

JERRY wrote her a note saying he would make arrangements to pick up her car tomorrow morning. And he would be by to check on her. HE whispered, "Good Night my angel," as he slipped the keys back into his pocket, walked out and locked the door behind him. 

JERRY was up bright and early the next morning. He wanted to get his things done so he could take a cab to pick up Victoria's car. He hardly slept all night. All he could think about is this heavenly angel he had met yesterday. He dreamed about kissing her, holding her in his arms, taking care of her. If he continued to think about her, he wouldn't get anything done. So he busied himself and finished his tasks in record time. 

HE called for the cab and waited. The cab whisked him away to the strip mall where Victoria's car was parked. He brushed off the snow and started the car. He decided to stop and pick up breakfast for her along the way. He arrived a little after 9 AM wondering if she was awake.

JERRY lightly tapped on the door and listened. He heard a faint voice say, "Who is it?" "IT'S me, Jerry. I'm coming in." Not wanting her to get up, he used the key to open the door. "I brought your car over and decided to pick some breakfast up. Hope you like bagels and cream cheese?" 

SHE must have stayed on the couch the whole night because everything was as he left it. "Good Morning Sunshine, how are you feeling this morning?" 

"OH, much better, thank you." She had read his note and hobbled around enough to get her long hair under control. She had wanted to look good if he came by but didn't want to give away her anticipation. She had learned that he was a man who would get whatever he wanted. She couldn't help but wish that he wanted her. She had settled back down to the couch and was reading a book when he arrived. 

SHE tried to stand as he entered, trying to appear strong. She hadn't anticipated how much it would hurt. Her pain was strong enough that she couldn't hide it. She cried out as softly as she could while slipping down onto the couch. Jerry quickly moved to her. He sat on the coffee table opposite her. 

"YOU don't need to be brave for me. It's obviously still hurting. Let's put it up again." He lifted her foot beside him onto the coffee table. He kept his hand resting on her ankle rubbing his thumb on it while she talked. 

"I really can't thank you enough for all that you've done for me. I'm terribly embarassed that I need so much taking care of, but I'm also terribly grateful to you. Thank you." She owed so much to this handsome man. She wanted him to know that. 

"I wish I could kiss it all better," he replied. She felt her cheeks blush at his comment. Imagining kissing this man was what she first imagined as he had walked into the room. Could he read her thoughts? Were they his thoughts too? HE grinned as he turned their attention to the bag of bagels he had brought. It was fun to see her blush. He wondered how he could help her with not only her ankle but her inner pain as well. She seemed to want to appear self-sufficient. He handed her a bagel and placed the orange juice on the arm of the couch where she could reach it. 

"THAT was very sweet of you to think of returning with a breakfast in hand. Are you always this thoughtful?" She hoped her question would lead to finding out more about this man. 

"I aim to please," he replied lightheartedly. 

"SORRY I fell asleep on you last night. How did it go with the locksmith and picking up the car? Although I certainly had no expectation that you would do either." She felt he had gone above and beyond her expectation. Maybe this is a taste of true chivalry. 

"THE car is safe and sound, and open, in front of your apartment. And here are your keys." He handed her the keys, a little reluctant to give up this piece of her life. She was obviously hungry and maybe hadn't even had supper the night before. The bagel disappeared quickly. 

"YOU are my knight in shining armour. Thank you." She leaned forward and rubbed her hand on his knee. "So Jerry, you're not going to leave me here alone are you? A whole day with my foot up is no fun without someone to enjoy it with." He grinned at her comment. It was exactly how he had planned on spending his day but hadn't known how to ask her. Taking care of his beautiful Victoria. 

HE was happy that she had remembered his name. "I have no other plans for the day, so I guess I'm all yours," he meant that in more ways than one. He placed his hand again on her ankle, stroking it gently. The touch of her skin sent shivers through his whole body. 

TURNING back to her, Jerry touched her cheek "Victoria, I'd feel honored if you told me about your tears yesterday." 

VICTORIA eyes him suspiciously before answering. What could he mean? "I guess I hurt my ankle more then I thought I had, and the tears came because of the pain in my ankle." 

"NO Victoria, I wasn't talking about those tears but the ones that you were crying before you fell down," Jerry answered. "Listen Vicotria, I know I am a stranger to you. We just met yesterday under other than optimal circumstances. But, sometimes it is best to let it out." He said this earnestly, wanting to make her more comfortable, wanting to help. Smiling he said, "Telling me all your sorrows may help with that bad ole ankle. I am a great listener, and I can't think of anyone I would rather listen to then you Victoria." 




A Helping Hand



SHE was completely stunned. Could he honestly mean what he was saying? Did she really want to be vulnerable with this man? Could she trust him? She'd been hurt before and had a hard time knowing who to trust. He certainly knew how to melt her heart.

SHE took a deep breath before starting, "Well the short story is that I lost my job and last night was my last night at work." She had a hard time holding back the tears that beckoned.

"TELL me more," was all he responded quietly.

HER voice quivered from the approaching tears, "I really loved my job. I worked at the craft store close to where you saw me slip. I was happy, and just starting to feel like I was getting to a good place financially." Hesitating Victoria continues, a tear forming in her eye, "A year ago both my parents were killed in an auto accident. They weren't very good at planning, so they left me with some debt. Although the job didn't pay much, it was enough to get me on the road to solvency. Now, there is nothing." She lowered her head and started crying again.

"I can certainly understand why you were upset. I wish you didn't have such a heavy burden to carry alone," he wondered how she would take it if he volunteered to help. "I think I may be able to help you. I have openings at my job all the time. It is not the craft business, but it is honest work and, my guess is, it will pay much better then your previous employment. Would you care to apply? I can do the interview right now." Jerry said this with the biggest smile on his face and in his heart. He wanted to be close to her and now there was a way. 

HE had been a good listener like she guessed he would be. She couldn't believe he would also be able to help her. It did seem to give her some hope for the future. This ankle wouldn't be sore for too long, she would be up and around soon. 

"THAT would be an enormous help Jerry. I would really appreciate your help. I won't let you down."

LOOKING into her eyes, an irrestible urge came upon him to kiss her. He leaned in and kissed her lips ever so gently. Lingering on them, savoring the sweetness. Then suddenly, realizing what he had just done, he pulled away. IF she looked angry he would opologize. But if not he hoped for another kiss.

LOOKING into her eyes, Jerry saw shock. Was there something more? Could she want him like he wanted her? He reached out and caressed her face. "Victoria, I want you to know that you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me." Leaning forward, Jerry touched his lips to hers again. This time there was more intensity to the kiss, more want. 

HIS spirit soared when he felt Victoria reciprocating the kiss. He moved closer to her and cradled her face. Her arms pulled him in tight and lips kissed back fervently. 

JERRY lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He was careful of her foot. Both knew what was going to happen next and both wanted it...no needed it. Laying her down gently on the bed, Jerry sat beside her, looked deep into her eyes and said, "Am I moving too fast?" Victoria quickly answered, "No." 

HE was caught in this woman's web and he was starting to loose his self-restraint. She was so beautiful. He leaned over and kissed her slowly. Tongues exploring each other. He let his hands explore her body as she wrapped her arms around him. This young woman seemed to be as turned on as he was. It was wonderful.

SHE shivered under his touch. A few minutes ago she thought she'd be dreaming to just find an excuse to spend time with Jerry and now she was in his arms. She couldn't believe he really wanted her. She even felt beautiful with this man looking at her. 

HE reached under her shirt feeling her soft skin. His hand travelling eagerly up to her breasts. He squeezed her breast through her bra. He could feel his own excitement growing with each movement. 

HIS kisses stopped only because he wanted to explore her more. His need was growing. He wanted to see those breasts up close. She seemed willing to oblige and made no move to stop him. He kissed her neck, and his kisses followed the path down her stomach as he undid each button slowly. Her breathing was increasingly. 

SHE hoped he would be pleased with what he saw. She decided to help him and tease him. She pulled the shirt open and slipped it off. He bent down kissing her exposed neck, Jerry tasted her skin, warm and inviting. He easily removed her bra, bringing her breasts into full view. Her nipples hard and expecting. 

JERRY whispered, "You are gorgeous Victoria, absolutely gorgeous." Bending down, his tongue circled her left aereola, flicking against the nipple. Finally taking the nipple between his lips, he nibbled, sucked and teased it with his tongue and lips. Slowly he moved to her right breast. Continuing his ministrations there. 

VICTORIA was enjoying every moment of his attention and forgot all about her sore leg, and noticed a wetness growing between her legs.

JERRY wanted to experience all of her. As he continued to tease and savor each of her beautiful orbs, his hands were busy fumbling with her pants. He could feel her hands beside his, helping to remove the obstacle. The obstacle was finally removed. Moving back to her lips, he kissed them passionately and with great fervor. Jerry's right hand rested gently on her womanhood. He could feel the heat through her panties. He could feel a light wetness through the silky cloth and realized that she was as excited as he was. 

MOVING away for just a moment was hard even if it was to remove his clothes. Having trouble with one of his buttons, he ripped it off, not caring. Victoria giggled and smiled at Jerry as he struggled with his clothes. She loved that he was this crazy just for her. Naked now, Jerry moved next to her naked body on the bed. He took her in his arms, and held her close again. They gazed into each other eyes with arms around each other. He felt for the first time, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. He could almost feel her heart beating next to his. It was racing. 

LOOKING deep into Victoria's eyes he almost moaned, "You are so beautiful. I can see it in your eyes Victoria." Jerry saw the inner beauty she possessed; the caring, warmth, and love that was aching to be released. And he wanted to be the one to release it. Leaning in he kissed her deeply. The kiss lasting for an eternity. Victoria returned the kiss with equal fervency.

JERRY began to move downward slowly. Exploring every part of her with his lips and tongue. Teasing, tasting, savoring every inch that his lips come in contact with. Finally reaching the edge of her panties, Jerry slowly lowered them, kissing as he exposes more of her. 

VICTORIA groaned with each touch. It was delightful to be spoiled and taken care of. She lifted her hips to accomodate him, making it easy to remove the last barrier between them. Flinging the panties into some unknown region of the room, Jerry moved between her legs.

LOOKING at her womanhood, seeing her lips puffy, her juices starting to flow, he placed one finger on the lips and slowly traced it from bottom to top. Separating her lips, he found her exposed clitoris. Jerry circled it with his tongue. Neither touching or disturbing it. The musky bouquet of her juices on his tongue excited Jerry even more. His tongue finally flicking against her clit, feeling her react. Taking her clit between his lips, sucking gently at first, pulling on it slightly, and licking it gently.

SHE lost all sense of anything else except what she was feeling between her legs and the man who was making her feel this way. Her hips started squirming and she brought her hips up to his face, anxious to show him what she wanted. She could feel her wetness increasing even as he licked it up gently. She called his name over and over needing to call to him. As his ministrations continued she grew more and more excited. Her need for him grew and she hoped he was wanting her too.

FEELING her move beneath him, Jerry knew he was exciting her. He continued to taste her sweet nectar, delving in deep inside of her folds. Separating them with his tongue, finding new depths with each thrust of his tongue. His mustache rubbing gently against her clitoris as he went deeper. He wanted to disappear inside of her, tasting all she had to offer. He could feel her pussy spasm around his tongue, pulling him in deeper. 

OPENING his eyes, Jerry could look up her beautiful body and see her chest rise, her breathing increasing, her eyes closed in passion. He wanted to give her more pleasure than she had ever experienced, he wanted her to feel what he was feeling. His tongue went in deeper, swirling around inside her. He could feel that her first orgasm was imminent. Her hips were pressing into his face, causing him to lick her in new spots. Jerry was hungrily devouring this beautiful woman. HER moans became louder the closer she was to exploding. Jerry could feel her hands on his head pushing him into her. His tongue working magic inside her. Finally release...she screamed...her juices spraying into his mouth. His tongue lashing out at her, wanting all she had to offer. Her body tense as she moved through her first orgasm. 

SHE lay taking a rest as she recovered. He crawled towards her over her body, never loosing contact with her bare skin. Their lips finding each other again. In between kisses and adoring looks Victoria murmured her appreciation for him taking such good care of her. She felt at home in this mans arms. She tried to imagine how she could take care of his needs with her sore leg. Her leg frustrated her until she remembered that she wouldn't have made this amazing man if she didn't have the sore leg. 

"DID I hurt your leg," Jerry asked gently concerned that while pleasing her he might also have caused her pain.

"NO, you did not Jerry. I could tell you were being careful and thinking of me," she whispered not wanting to break the spell they had created together. "Now it's my turn to think only of you.Since I can't move too much you need to..." Jerry put his finger to her lips, silencing her. "DON'T you worry about that this time. I get pleasure from just watching and listening to you."

JERRY kissed her lips then slid on top of her. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. Her hard nipples boring into him and he loved it. He loved everything about her. Sliding between her legs, Jerry positioned himself so that his belly rested on her mound. She separated her legs in anticipation...anticipation of what was to come.

KISSING her lips with passion he slid his cock to her entrance. The tip finding its home easily, like it knew where it was supposed to be. Entering Victoria slowly, feeling her heat burning against his cock. "Beautiful Victoria, you are so fabulous," he whispered as he pushed the rest of the way in. Jerry could feel her pussy muscles suck him in. Resting inside of her, his cock twitched involuntarily, knowing that it was home. 

SLOWLY Jerry started to move. His cock sliding in and out easily. Nibbling on her ears, kissing her neck, sucking on her tongue the whole while his cock eased in and out of her. He could feel her spasms around him. He was ready to cum, but wanted to make this first time last. Her clit was rubbing agasint his cock. She was moving with him, thrusting up to meet each stroke in.

LIFTING himself up, Jerry stared into Victoria's eyes as his rhythm increased. He knew he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, he started to slow, but then saw the passion in her eyes. He knew she was close too. Faster, harder, deeper into her loving pussy. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass as he thrust in harder. Unable to hold back, uncontrolled thrusts deep inside her, he let go. All those many months released in one instant. Filling her with his cum. Hot, molten cum spurting inside her. More, more, more. More than he thought he had in him.

WHEN Victoria felt the first spurt, it sent her over the edge. The pleasure this man was giving her was unbelievable. She had never experienced anything quite like it. Her pussy was spasming sucking him into her and causing her orgasm to continue on and on. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, she couldn't see, all she could do was let the wave after wave of pleasure rush over her. Her moans were louder then before and combined with his they had probably awakened the neighbors or the neighbors neighbors.

HE was still buried deep inside her pussy. They both collapsed at the same time. Both breathing hard, not saying a word. He could feel the spasms ebbing. Kissing Victoria's lips lightly, Jerry rolled off of her. Enjoying it as she to cuddled into his side. Her damaged ankle resting on top of him, her wet pussy pressed into his hip. Kissing her forehead, Jerry whispered softly, "You are so amazing Victoria. I have never met a woman like you."

"JERRY, you are the amazing one." she whispered, snuggling in closer. "I'm still not a hundred percent sure that this whole thing isn't one long fabulous dream." She was exhausted but felt wide awake at the same time. The tears that sprang to her eyes as she lightly brushed Jerry's chest reminded her how special this time was and how much she had missed it. His arms felt so comfortable and she let herself enjoy this rare opportunity and closed her eyes. Now, she could get used to this kind of attention from this man. She hoped he would there when she woke up and then the day after that and the day after that, and...

THEY fell asleep in each others arms. Waking first, Jerry stared down at this beautiful woman. How did he get so lucky? Kissing her hair, feeling her chest move against him. Her breathing regular. He had been lonely for a very long time. Maybe this will change now. "I don't want this to be a one time fling," he whispered the words into the air. He wanted her to know that he was serious about this, but didn't want to awaken her. He just wanted to watch her and feel her in his arms. He wanted her to be next to him for a long time, if she would have him. (I welcome feedback)



A Helping Hand, and More



Eva looked out her bedroom window. She had heard the gate to her driveway being opened. It was Jim, the son of her best friends Alice and Mike, arriving to mow her lawn.

Eva was a fifty five year old widow, living alone on the outskirts of a small college town. Her husband Eddy had passed away three years previous.

Eva was only now beginning to pick up her life following the death of her soul mate. God knows what would have happened to her without the support of her friends and their son Jim. Alice had been there for her, making sure that she ate properly and looked after herself, and finally persuaded her to get out into the community and start to live again.

She had turned down an opportunity to couple up with an old boyfriend from her pre-marital days. Art had also lost his mate and had suggested that they see if they could revive their previous relationship. She had thanked him for his offer but had told him that she was not ready to move in that direction.

Eva was a petite lady. Her body had stood up well to the test of time, no doubt aided by not bearing children. She had remained faithful to her husband throughout their married life, although many men had hit on her over the years. She had enjoyed the attention but she always managed to turn them down in a gracious manner. 

Mike and his son Jim had looked after all the physical work around her house and large property since Eddie's death. Young Jim came over several times a week to do her lawn and garden or to shovel snow in the winter. This despite the fact he was attending the local college and had a part time job evenings and weekends.

Eva had noticed a sadness or dejection in Jim over the last year, unusual for such an outgoing young man. She suspected it had to do with women. His mother Alice had indicated that he never appeared to have a steady girlfriend.

He was a good-looking young guy, well built with a friendly open face, and Eva wondered why girls were not chasing him down. She suspected that she would have been after him when she had been 19 or so. He was wiry more than muscular, except for the bulging thighs and tight butt of a young man who had played hockey and soccer all his life. She smiled at the little twinge, the softening in her loins, as she watched him get out of his car.

Jim headed for the back yard to retrieve the lawn mower as Eva pulled on a pair of tight Capri pants and tucked her breasts into a halter-top. She smiled in the mirror as she applied a touch of lipstick. Here she was trying to look sexy for a kid she had known all her life.

A little while later Eva heard Jim finishing up. She stepped out to the back patio to greet him. He smiled at her and waved. It was a warm summer evening and he had worked up a sweat; his tee shirt was molded to his upper chest. Eva took in her breath as she felt another surge of warmth in her loins. 'What is wrong with me,' she wondered.

"Jesus Eva, you look great," smiled Jim. His eyes ran unashamedly up and down her body. They had always had an open and frank relationship. They were always direct in their exchanges and could say exactly what they felt. The comment was not meant to be a pass at her, just an expression of his immediate thoughts. 

"You are all sweaty, let's have a beer. You are old enough aren't you?" she giggled. But she did feel good at his compliment. She glanced back as she left to retrieve the beer to catch him looking at her ass and legs. She swayed her hips a little, acknowledgement that she knew he was looking at her butt.

They sat on the back patio, exchanging chat and stories, much as they had done for many years.

Eva asked, "How is your love life? I never hear much about your girlfriends. Too shy to tell me about them?"

A bit of a cloud descended over Jim's face. He put his head down for a few minutes, avoiding her eyes. "I am afraid there is not much to tell Eva. I don't do very well with the ladies. I have dated a few but it never seems to go anywhere."

This confirmed to Eva that whatever his problems were, they originated with a girl or girls. "I can't understand that Jim, you are a great looking guy, play sports, excellent student and well liked by everyone I know. Tell me about it."

"Oh, I'm not sure what to tell you. When things start getting a little more personal with a girl, I suppose I drop the ball," he said, not looking directly at her. 

"Are we talking matters of a sex here? Some women don't want a guy to move too fast. Are you being too aggressive? Maybe just take it slower, is all," Eva advised.

"Oh no, I don't rush things and I usually do get to first base," he said.

Eva looked at him closely, "You mean they let you touch them in an intimate manner."

Jim was very defensive, "Yes, I get to touch them alright."

Eva said, "And then?"

Jim would not look at her when he murmured in a low voice, "I go off."

There was silence for a few minutes; Eva was completely caught off guard by his reply. And then, "Well you must know that problem is not unique to you, it happens to many men. It usually resolves itself. Even my Eddy, as randy as he was, had times when he got off too quickly or could not get up at all. It can be many things but it is usually mostly mental, a sudden lack of self-confidence, too anxious to please, or it can be a physical thing. Have you talked to someone about it?"

"I can't bring myself to talk to anyone, except now you," he smiled at her.

"What about your Dad?"

Jim smiled again, "The only advice my father ever gave me about sex was when I was about 15. And even then, he did not talk directly to me but told a story in my hearing, about a young boy he once knew, who went 'soft in the brain, it turned to mush' from 'fusing' himself too often. I guess he suspected I was masturbating too much."

Eva laughed, "Fused himself! My God, that's the first time I ever heard that expression about a kid jerking off!"

The discussion was turning both of them on. Jim could see Eva's nipples pushing through the cloth of the halter-top while she squirmed in her chair. Eva noticed movement in his tight shorts, a bulge forming down along the inside of his thigh.

Eva suddenly decided to drop the conversation and said, "Don't let this worry you too much. You will find the right situation with a pretty girl and you will forget the problem ever existed."

Jim said, "Did you have sex before you married Eddie?"

It was Eva's turn to be defensive. She started to deny it, but felt that she should be open with him in return and said, "Yes, I did have several affairs before I married Eddy. Why do you ask?"

"Well, did any of your lovers have problems like I am having?"

"Not exactly, but first times are never terribly satisfying at that age. It takes a while to become smooth and easy with sex. There was a lot of fumbling around and even then the foreplay was usually better than the sex. One or two guys did get off too quickly, although after they were in." 

Oh God, she thought, why did I say that? She decided that this was not the time to tell him about the one guy that could have taken her any day, any time, and how she could still get off remembering him.

"I think we should let this alone for now Jim. I am glad that you were able to talk about it with me, and maybe that will help."

Jim replied, "Okay Eva, it was a relief to discuss it instead of wrestling around with it in my mind 24 hours a day. Thank you for that, can we talk about it again some time?"

They stood up and Eva put her arms around him and kissed him softly on the cheek, "Of course my dear, if it helps I am glad to chat about it." 

Jim could barely keep his hands still as she pressed her breasts against him. He allowed his hard cock to brush her hip and felt her hesitate. He knew that she had felt it when she returned the pressure. Then she pushed him to the door. 

Eva tossed around sleepless that night. She could not forget the exchange with Jim. She was very aroused at the thought of his problems. Ideas flowed through her mind like wildfire. Maybe she could help him get over his early ejaculation problem. Maybe a hand job to get him off. Maybe she could help him become a more accomplished lover. Maybe she could seduce him. She shook her head, trying to chase the erotic thoughts from her mind. 

Her slit was slippery and wet as she made little circles around her clit. She slid a finger up inside her pussy and clenched her legs tight around it. She got off for the first time in a long while; prompted by visions of Jim's hard young cock buried in her.

Jim showered when he got home, and jerked himself off with the thought of Eva's body wrapped around him. She had always looked pretty. And in recent years he had often imagined being in bed with her. But now she seemed more available and he thought of little else for days. 

Later that same week, Eva called and asked Jim if he could come over for a short while to repair a gate in the back yard. She was waiting at the front door when he arrived, and beckoned him into the house. If there was something needing fixing, it was not the gate. 

She was wearing a halter-top and short skirt. Her hair was loose, her eyes were bright and her lips glistened. Jim's hands became hot at the sight of her. He wanted to touch her. Anywhere, just touch her.

She invited him into the living room and they sat side by side on the sofa. Eva got to the point.

"I have been thinking about your problem. And to be honest our chat excited and aroused me. Straight out, I would like to try and help you. It is possible that you might overcome it by practicing with me. There would not be any pressure for you to be anxious about pleasing me. And I would love to show you some techniques that arouse women."

The thought that Eva had any interest in him sexually had only recently entered his mind, and even then as pure fantasy. "God Eva, are you sure? I would love it." He reached for her but she smiled and pushed him back.

She said, "Now there you go, jumping at the girl too quickly. Making love should not be a race to the finish. Most women, including myself, enjoy the seduction part. Every move should be only a lead-in to another move. And you should wait for her to respond. First though, let me touch you and see if we can get past the first hurdle. Think of me as a teacher and forget about getting into my panties." 

Eva was not as objective as she sounded; her blood was racing and her nipples were hard. But she wanted to keep him calm.

Eva moved closer to Jim on the sofa. She could see his hard shaft lying along the inside of his pant leg. She said, "I'm going to touch you now."

Jim could barely breathe as he said, "I am hard already."

Eva leaned in to him, allowing one breast to rub on his upper arm. She let her open hand rest on his bulging shaft. She could feel the heat building in her pussy, as she said, "Let's not worry what will happen, if you come it's okay, nothing lost, you won't be putting it in me anyway. And I imagine that you will recover quickly enough to try again." 

Jim squeaked, "I can get hard fast."

She slowly closed her fingers around the shaft through his pants. Her eyes focused on his as her hand began to stroke him slowly. She felt him begin to throb, and lifted her hand. He groaned, "Don't stop Eva."

"Close your eyes Jim, think of something else for a while, count sheep or think of playing hockey. We want to stretch this out as long as we can."

With that she unhooked his belt and pulled down his zipper. She felt him tense as she gently stroked the outline of his cock through his shorts, and then quickly pulled the band of his shorts down to allow his cock to pop out. She wound her fingers around his shaft carefully, squeezing it just below the knob. She felt him throb again and released him. She considered herself expert in hand jobs but had never played this role before. It might be she and not he who got off first.

"Jesus Eva, that feels so good."

He lifted his butt up as Eva tugged his shorts down past his cheeks, freeing his entire stiff cock and big balls.

"It is very exciting for me as well," murmured Eva, "you have a very beautiful cock." She closed her fingers around the shaft, pinching it just below the knob. Jim slipped one hand inside her halter-top and found a nipple. Eva bit her lip to contain her excitement,

She circled two fingers just below the burgeoning knob and stroked him slowly with the other hand. She remained calm and gave no sign of her inner turmoil. She wanted to suck it, but felt that would be moving too quickly.

"Eva, I am close? Should I come?"

She pulled her hand away, and said, "We are doing well, settle down and relax and see if we can push the envelope a little more." Eva wanted to push it more than a little, but she was enjoying the power that she was exercising over him.

She sat back and untied and removed her halter-top, her breasts dropping out nicely, nipples jutting out like the first digits of a little finger. She pulled her panties off but kept her skirt pulled down to her knees. She wanted to excite him more, but the pussy might be too much to display right away.

"Don't come now Jim. We have gone further than I dreamed we could, but nothing lost if you do come. We can start again. You have a nice cock; I love it. You are very desirable." She wanted to reassure him, keep up his confidence.

She settled back in beside him, both breasts pressing his arm and chest, her hand slipped easily around his cock and she whispered, "Touch me now, just touch my pussy, lots of time, don't think about getting in it, just touch it."

Jim's heart was racing, his fingers trembling as he moved his hand up under her skirt, along the silky skin of her inner thighs and finally to her mound. He thought only of her pussy and not his cock as he rubbed her bush and mound with two fingers. She opened her legs slightly and he pushed two fingers in along her slit. Eva kept her fingers tight around behind his knob as if preventing him from getting off.

"Now my nipples, women loved to have their nipples loved as you play in their pussy, make sure you do that each time. Oh my sweet boy, your lips are hot and wet." Her hand started to move on his cock, stroking him gently.

Jim lifted the hem of her skirt up around her waist but they had pushed too close to the edge and with a sudden jolt he closed his hand around hers and blew his load. 

They kissed, a full open-mouthed tongue-sucking kiss as his cum surged out. She clutched his cock in her hand and milked it, cum oozing out, a stream of it laying over her hip and butt.

"Ah damn, see what I mean? I thought I had it, and then suddenly just lost it," Jim groaned.

Eva pulled back from him, still holding his cock and smiled, "Don't worry about that. We jumped some hurdles before you got off. 

But when you come before your partner you have a duty to perform. You have to consider the lady. She would want to get off and I certainly do. Give me your hand and I will show you how to pleasure a woman with your fingers." She was going to say 'and mouth' but thought that she should save that for another day.

She settled back on the sofa sideways to Jim, spread her legs and pulled his head down to her tits. "You should always start on the nipples, kiss and suck them lightly."

Jim found a nipple with his lips and sucked it in. 

"Use your tongue baby, run around the nipple with your tongue. Good, feels good, suck now. Ah, the feeling goes right to my pussy, makes it tingle and get wet. The other one now." She moved the other tit to his mouth and held his head as he pleasured her. 

"Hmm, you should be good for a while. You just got off so you can probably feel me without losing it," she whispered hopefully.

She took his hand and guided it to her mound. His fingers toyed with the hairs on her bush. "Yes, yes, play with the mound, rub it with your finger tips. Ah good, do you feel my legs soften and part? That's an invitation. 

Gently Jim, use your fingers to tease my slit. You have already made it wet and slippery. No, don't jam them in, slow and easy, along my slit bottom to top. Hmm, yes, now use one finger to tease my clit. Just make soft little circles around it. Be easy with it, feel it swelling, oh goodness."

Jim could sense Eva slowly surrendering herself to his fingers. He felt in charge now, feeling her rotate her hips in response to each move. She pressed his finger into her slit and he felt her pussy close and pinch it. 

He bent down, and slurped a hard nipple into his mouth. Eva groaned and pulled his head tighter to her, her hips now writhing, her legs closing. He instinctively began stroking and then slipped a second finger in as she spread again. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned as her hips began to drive back and forth on his two fingers now buried to the knuckles in her pussy.

For the first time in his life Jim experienced the thrill of getting a woman off. It was not lost on him, he realized that it was he touching and kissing her that had produced such an erotic result. 

Still pressing her hands on top of his, she slowly opened her legs again. He continued to rub her mound and to finger her. Her pussy lips were swollen and trembling. He looked in wonder at this woman, her eyes smoky and hot, and her body still trembling.

She reached down and found his cock, stiff as a rod once more. She closed her hands around it and said, "My goodness, look what I found, prepared for more action already. Now Jim, do it now or we may never have the courage to do it."

With that she lay back in the corner of the sofa and pulled him up, her tits bare and skirt bunched up around her hips. He fumbled around, suddenly excited again, jabbing at her pussy until she whispered, "Slow down, it's not going anywhere, take a deep breath, let me guide you."

He slowed down and raised himself over her, supporting himself on extended arms placed each side of her head. She had room to reach down and guide the red knob of his cock to her slit. 

"Easy Jim, just go in slowly, try not to think of where it is. That's right baby, nice and slow, you feel great, and you feel wonderful in me. Now lay down on me, cover me, feel my breasts against your chest, and make love to me."

Jim closed his eyes, his mind now only on the woman beneath him, the feel of her body pressing against his, her legs slowly encircling his body, trapping him inside the hot wet velvet of her pussy. 

He began to stroke her slowly at first but quickly began to lose it, the natural need to plant his seed in a woman took over. It did not last long. He jammed his cock deep in her and let loose. His legs stiffened, his toes curled, his hands pulled her up against his body, and with some slow grinding strokes experienced total relief for the first time in his life.

They lay there for a while, her hands holding his ass cheeks, his mouth in her neck. 

He finally lifted off of her and smiled down at her. "Oh Eva, that was so great, wow."

Eva said, "No thanks needed, I wanted that as much as you. But we can't make a habit of it can we. People would soon find out and it would not do anybody any good, including your parents."

"Maybe we could have a few more classes and tips," Jim grinned. God she looks beautiful he thought.

"We are all sticky, you can't go home like that, did you ever shower with a woman?" she smiled.

They jumped up and ripped off their remaining clothes and raced to the shower. Soon they were in a cascade of warm water, taking turns with the soap. The young stud was erect once more. Eva moved behind him, her slippery tits crushed against his back, her arms around him soaping his cock.

She whispered, "One more lesson today. I love oral sex and you should learn about it. Today I will give and you receive, but I expect to be the receiver the next time class is called." She turned him around facing her, his body protecting her from the shower stream.




A Helping Hand, and More



She dragged her tits down his body, peering up at him as she did so. He was trembling already. This would not take long. She ran her tongue around the knob. She closed her fingers tightly just behind the knob before slipping her lips over and around it. She looked up at him again. He was standing rigid with his eyes closed tight. "Just let go when you want baby. I'll look after things, just enjoy."

With that she removed her hand and sunk her mouth right down the length of his cock until the knob hit the back of her throat.

"Ah damn," he groaned, "I'm coming, Eva, I'm coming."

And he did just that as Eva pulled her lips back to his knob. He pushed her head back down as he gushed once more.

They continued to meet although not as often as Jim would have wished. He was suddenly in possession of a means to satisfy his erotic needs, the prime objective of most young men. He would shudder at the memory of rolling around with a naked woman. He was ready for it on a daily basis. 

But Eva did not want it to become too obvious to others and restricted their exchanges to once a week or so, and only for those occasions when he came to do some yard work. 

Her feelings towards Jim had not really changed that much. She still thought of him with the affection one would have for a very close friend. She was enjoying the sex and looked at it as just a pleasant add-on to friendship. She knew that the affair could not last much longer. There would not be any broken hearts here she thought.

Jim was gaining control over his internal plumbing and had become able to extend the foreplay satisfactorily before entry. He was still fairly crude, but he treated Eva with respect and his crudeness was the result of fumbling rather than by roughness. 

Eva enjoyed it all; she loved the feeling of restraining this young lion. Each time he entered her, she could feel his strength desperate to release in her body. She reveled each time to that final deep thrust to get his load off; it always put her over the edge.

But it had to end soon. She said to him one evening, "I am going to meet Art next week. He has been asking me to meet him. I know that he wants to start dating. We were once a couple before I married Eddy. We won't be doing this anymore if things work out with Art. He is a nice man and I can only deal with one man at a time."

Jim nodded, "I hope it turns out well for you. You have been wonderful to me and have changed my life. You have brought me confidence and pleasure. But, how about one more time," he grinned.

Eva smiled quickly, "Yes, we can have a sort of a graduation night for you. Come over Friday night, dressed nicely and we will have a date with wine and candlelight. I will be dressed for a party and it will be your job to seduce me. It will be all about pleasuring me, although I am sure that you will gain as much pleasure in the doing."

They laughed and clutched each other tightly. The break-up sounded so easy for both of them, despite knowing their affair would be difficult to get over.

Eva met him at her door that Friday night. He did not own a suit but was dressed in his best slacks and sweater. Eva wore a form fitting long black dress that accentuated her lithe body. They kissed softly at the door before she led him into the living room. 

The drapes were drawn and the only light was produced from a half a dozen candles spread around the room. The door to a bedroom was open; the bed illuminated by candles set on lamp tables each side of the bed. Soft music helped provide a romantic flavor to the evening.

The wine was open and she asked him to fill their glasses for a toast. They sipped wine, kissed again as Eva whispered, "Dance with me."

She slipped into his arms, her full body pressed against his in invitation. She placed her arms around his neck freeing his hands to roam as he pleased. 

Jim was intoxicated by the scent and feel of the woman in his arms. She desired him; she wanted him to make love to her and it was important for him to know that. He pressed his hands along her sides, sliding them from her hips to the swell of her breast and back, grinding against her hips. He found the cheeks of her ass and massaged and squeezed, pulling her more tightly to his body. His cock was erect and pressed against her belly.

They stood pressed together, their bodies swaying and grinding to the soft beat of the music. Their tongues took turns exploring the others mouths. Eva pulled back a little and whispered, "Take me to bed my dear, I am ready for you."

She stopped in front of a full-length mirror beside the bed. "Undress me while I watch."

Jim moved behind and pressed against her, hands sliding under her arms to find and massage her breasts. His fingers were trembling as he fumbled with the tiny zipper at the back of her dress and slowly pulled it down to her ass. 

Their eyes locked in the mirror as he pulled the dress off of her shoulders and down the front of her body, exposing her breasts cupped in a strapless black lace bra. He pushed the dress down past her hips and to the floor. Black lace panties covered her bulging mound. 

He fumbled with the tiny bra hooks, finally tearing them open. He slid his hands back around her and cupped her tits as the bra fell to the floor. He kissed the back of her neck as his fingers rolled her elongated nipples and his cock ground against her cheeks. Eva's eyes never left the mirror until she turned her head for another tongue twisting kiss.

Jim slid his hot hands into the back of her panties and pushed them down to the floor. Eva, stepped out of the dress and panties pooled around her feet, as Jim licked and kissed her back and ass cheeks. 

Eva's eyes were slits of burning lust as she watched her young lover explore her body with his strong hands while kissing and licking her neck and shoulders.

She said, "Strip for me now."

She crawled up onto the bed and lay on one side facing him. Eva had never been one for dark room sex. She always preferred the visual images with lights on, or at least candles on. And now for probably the last time she would watch her young lover's powerful body prepare to mount her. 

He did a mild imitation of a male stripper, doing a slow tease as he undressed down to his bulging shorts. With a smile he turned his butt to her as he pushed them down, before swinging around. He slung the shorts over his knob and twirled his cock around until the shorts flew twisting across the room. He was full of confidence in his ability to bring Eva pleasure.

She smiled at him, and then her eyes became serious as she laid back, her head on the pillow, her nipples bursting. She raised one knee up and spread her legs. It was both an invitation and a command performance.

Jim crawled up on his hands and knees sideways to her, his head over her breasts, his eyes fastened on hers. He toyed with each nipple, rolling them and tugging them. He traced the outline of her body with a finger. He bent and kissed her softly. He ran his flattened hand down her sides past her hips to her knees and then up the inside of her leg to her already wet slit. His fingertip sampled her juices. She groaned at the touch.

He spread a little wetness around each nipple and sucked them. Eva spread wide with her legs flat on the bed in total submission. She reached under his body and closed her hand around his cock.

"Be careful Eva, I want to taste you before I enter you," he groaned, but remained still for a minute as her soft hand glided back and forth on his cock.

He moved down between her legs as she spread for him, lifting her knees as he kissed his way down her inner thighs. She had shaved her pussy, leaving only a little exclamation strip for a bush, the lips clean as a whistle. He kissed and rubbed his nose in the bush, and then flicked his tongue at the lips. Eva raised her hips, demanding more. She spread the lips with her fingers exposing her already swollen clit. Jim kissed the tip of it, then flattened his tongue and rubbed it.

He licked and sucked wherever she directed him. Finally she held him steady and pressed her clit against his tongue. 

"Take me to the edge dear, right to the edge," Eva intoned.

He clasped the clit in his lips and sucked gently. Eva was trembling and moving her hips until finally, "Now Jim, take me for your own," she cried, as she struggled to pull him up over her body.

He moved quickly and entered her in one continuous move, burying his stiff shaft completely inside of her. He lay on her, and remained still as he felt her move and adjust to his presence. Despite his training, he was very close to getting off and he tried to focus on something else, the candles, the music in the background, 'who was that singing', his economics class next week, anything to keep from coming.

Eva sensed his attempt at control, and quieted her own body. But she was as desperate as he to release the built up passion resulting from his romantic foreplay. "Take me now, I want to come with you, use me."

He hooked his hands under and around her shoulders, as if preparing to do chin-ups on her, grinding his chest on her tits. As he began to stroke her, she raised her legs up around his hips and pressed her heels into the back of his legs. It did not take long for him to get into the short strokes and she was right there with him.

Eva loved the feel of the sinewy body on her, the steel thighs and butt between her legs, the sense that he was going to explode, the barely controlled rage as he neared release. "Take me, hard as you can, Jim, Jim, fuck me deep."

They lay there for minutes afterwards, all quiet except for heavy breathing. Her arms and legs remained locked around him, not wanting to release him. He continued with the last delicious slow strokes, the desperation over, feeling only the sensuous pleasure of his cock enveloped by the hot velvet tongues of her pussy.

"That was beautiful Jim. I am going to miss our meetings, but it is time to move on. You are a wonderful lover, don't ever lose sight of that." Eva was more emotional than she expected.

Jim replied, "I am not sure why it has to end, but I will never forget what you gave me. I would love to spend the rest of the night in bed with you. Any chance?"

Eva rolled him to his back and spread her body over top of him. She kissed his neck and face, rubbing her tits and pussy on him. She sat up straddling him with a lascivious smile. She reached behind her to find his cock. She said, "I was going to suggest a shower first, but we could put that off for a while, seems like you might be ready shortly. I would love to ride my stallion."