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A Strong Relationship

By: BrettJ



It was a chance meeting, one that might never have happened. Both hands met in the Supermarket as they reached for a jar of Salad Dressing.

He looked over at the owner of the hand that was on top of his own and felt the breath leave his body. He was looking at the most beautiful face he had ever seen in his life.

"Excuse me" the woman's voice said in an icy tone, barely disguising contempt, "You're staring at me."

Flustered she had caught him, Neal blinked back to reality. "Oh, I'm sorry!" he said to her. "It's just that you have the most beautiful ... "

"Here it comes .... " she thought to herself " ... wait for it!"

"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my life!"

A big smile came over her sensual face, it lit up and she was even more beautiful, it that were possible. "Thank you" she now said in a soft tone, extending her hand. "I'm Mason Evans. What a lovely thing to say."

He took her hand in his and shook it. She had a strong handshake for a woman, which he liked. Neal was not fond of wimpy girls. "Neal Gordon. You can have the Salad Dressing, Mason."

It gave her a perfect opening and Mason jumped on it. "Neal Gordon, would you like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Mason ran home, not believing her own impulsiveness, yet delighting in it at the same time. How long had it been, she thought, since a man looked at her face and not her tits or body? True, her workout outfit concealed some of her ample curves, but you could still tell Mason was built. The baggy clothing didn't hide her ample cleavage or ass.

Neal hadn't been looking at that. He'd looked at her eyes, he'd seen her face. It made her feel so good, she just had to know this man better. She'd given him her address and told him to be there for seven, so she had about 4 hours to prepare.

"Michy?! You home?"

Michelle Wylde came out of her bedroom, looking spectacular as always. Her stunning Thai roommate was even more lovely than Mason. It had been Michelle, in fact, who was responsible for Mason's transformation.

She gave Mason a hug and asked her "What's up baby? You seem so excited."

"I am, and it's not because you're naked!" Mason said, winking at her roomie. Michelle tended not to wear a lot of clothing around the house and didn't need to. Her body was a work of art, which she herself had sculpted.

At 5'10" tall, 2 inches taller than Mason's own 5'8", Michelle's body was a stunning 34 / 22 / 34. There wasn't an ounce of flab on her anywhere, Michelle would have freaked. She was a serious bodybuilder and took her figure very seriously.

When they had moved in together 3 years earlier, the young women had barely known each other, but had become fast friends. Michy's habit of being naked all the time at first unnerved Mason, but as her roommate was so lovely, she quickly became accustomed to it and sometimes joined her. One day, she asked her friend how she got such a beautiful figure.

"I work hard for it, I train in the gym about 4 times a week. I lift serious weights. You'd look great if you worked out, all those curves would be so ripped and your tits would be so firm." She reached out and hefted one of Mason's breasts, which caused Mason to gasp.

Michelle giggled. "Oh, don't worry about me. I'm just playing."

Mason laughed and shook her long, curly brown hair back. "It's okay. Do you really think I could be as sexy as you?"

The pretty Thai girl looked at her roommate with a quizzical eye. "Do you really think I'm sexy?"

Caught by her friend, Mason nodded. "I think you're one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen Michy. I've seen the way men – and some women – look at you. I'd love to be admired like that. Most men just look at my boobs."

Mason was very lovely and more voluptuous than Michelle, her breasts being 38's. Michelle had looked at her roommate and thought if she worked at it, her friend would have a body that would have them lining up. But Mason wasn't as active as she needed to be. She knew Mason had been an awkward teen, with full, wide lips and a dark, caramel complexion. She hadn't had many dates until she began sprouting tits at 15 and then, the boys were only after one thing.

Michelle smiled that winning smile of hers again and hugged her roomie close. "If you worked out as serious as I do, in a year or so, you'd be beating them off with a stick. Not that you look too bad now." She smiled at Mason, this time with a gleam in her eye.

Mason reached out her hand, a little scared at the new feelings she was having. Michelle's hand met her own and they stood, a silent agreement reached. The pair went to Michelle's bedroom and Michelle took Mason as her lover that night.

Fit and supple, Michelle had been the best lover that Mason had ever known and she felt no regrets about sharing her bed with another woman. Her hands, strong and sensual, wrung orgasm after orgasm out of the young woman. Her tongue, licking between Mason's thighs and suckling at her breasts, made Mason cum like no man ever had. She got out her vibe and fucked Mason's pussy powerfully, like a man would and Mason saw stars when she did so. 

Mason feasted on her friend's golden body until the wee hours of the morning and the two fell asleep, sated. Upon awaking, they were at each other's flesh again, cravings returned, ravishing each other until exhaustion and hunger were upon them. They ate together, laughing and happy, knowing this would be something they'd do again, their was a bond between them.

Mason was inspired by Michy from that moment on and joined her girlfriend's Gym on the Monday following. She took her weight training seriously, transforming her body into a lean, sculpted form like her friend / lover's. Michelle was correct, she got stares and admirers, of both sexes. Sometimes, she indulged, but most of these playmates where only after her body. A bright, friendly, articulate young woman, Mason wanted a lover who saw her the way she saw herself.

"Okay baby, you gonna tell me what's going on?" her friend asked.

"I met a guy Michy. A really, really nice guy. We talked for a few minutes, but he didn't notice my body. He saw my face, he saw me. Oh Michy, I liked him, I liked him a lot."

Michelle smiled, giving Mason a big bear hug. "You going out with him tonight baby?"

Mason shook her head, her brown curls moving from side-to-side. "Nope, I invited him here. I'm going to cook. I hate to ask, but can you clear out for tonight?

Michelle pouted with a mock pout. "Oh, poo. I was planning to ravish you myself tonight, you mean I don't get to have fun with my baby?"

Mason pulled her lover close and kissed her softly on the lips, parting them with her tongue. "I have a bit of time baby. And I do have to take a shower." she said to Michelle, in a voice husky with desire.

"Save water, shower with a friend!" Michelle cooed as they walked towards the bathroom.

Neal was humming as he approached the stylish brownstone address Mason had given him. She and her roommate worked at a Fitness Club, Mason had told him, and made good money. He walked up the stairs, bottle of wine in hand.

He rang the bell and the door opened. For the second time today, Neal got the wind knocked out of him.

Mason was a vision in front of him. Brown curly hair cascaded down to her shoulders. She wore a nearly sheer, cream-colored blouse, unbuttoned strategically to show a generous amount of cleavage. She must have been over 5'11 in the heels she wore, sexy on her bare feet. She was slightly taller than his own 5'9" now, but it didn't bother him at all. The leather pants clung to her like a second skin. He had a date with a goddess, Neal reckoned.

She welcomed him with a big hug and he was taken aback at how strong she was, he knew she worked out, but wow! She gave him that dazzling smile again and his mind just drifted to her beauty again.

"Come on in, it's chilly out there!" she smiled, inviting him in. "He looks good!" Mason said, taking him in. In a tan sports jacked and slacks, his own sandy hair styled, he was unknowingly hunky. There was a small part of Mason that wanted to take him right there, but she'd sated her passions with Michy – for now anyway.

Neal looked around the tastefully furnished condo, a Nagel print on the wall, warm inviting furniture of good quality leather. A small fire blazed in the fireplace and Mason had laid out appetizers of Crackers and a nice cheese dip. He made himself comfortable and she went to get a corkscrew to open the wine. He watched her gorgeous ass as she walked away, he hadn't realized at the Supermarket how truly stunning she was.

She came back in the room, sat across from him and smiled that smile again. Her beautiful brown eyes were full of life, sparkling and alive. She poured two glasses of the Cabernet and handed one to him, their hands brushed gently. He felt the spark immediately, Neal wondered if she had as well?

The conversation was easy and flowed well. Neal told her of his own career as a writer, he loved writing and was articulate and funny. He'd had a few articles published and was a contributor to a magazine called COMICS INC. Mason found it amusing that he was still a comicbook fan at nearly 30.

"I grew up with them and I still like the good-guys-win idea." Neal smiled warmly, drinking his wine. "You're built a bit like a superheroine yourself Mason, you're truly beautiful."

She blushed a bit and said "Thank You."

They continued to talk, Mason told him of her own aspirations. She liked working at the Fitness Club with her roommate – Michelle – but she was an artist and she loved to draw, sketch and paint. Having artistic friends himself, Neal was knowledgeable and was able to contribute easily to the conversation. He was impressed that she'd had a few shows at local Galleries and liked her more with each passing minute.

They went to the table and had dinner, a lovely Quiche and light salad - "with the dressing you gave up", Mason giggled – and drank more wine and talked. Neal found himself completely captivated with the lovely young woman, he was having the nicest evening he'd ever had.

Mason's heart was thumping. He noticed her beauty, he'd complimented her on it, but he took time to engage her mind. He shared his ideas with her, he listened to her, he found her mind sexy as well. This was the kind of man Mason had been looking for. 

They adjourned back to the living room, having Bumbleberry Pie and Ice Cream for dessert. Both had hearty appetites and even enjoyed seconds. "One of the benefits of working out" Mason told him as she grinned.

He nodded back. "I run 4 miles every day and I use my bike as often as I can, instead of the car. I'm not a jock, but I didn't want to get flabby either."

She smiled again and Neal found his head swimming again. "I don't detect any flab Neal" she said, squeezing his hand. 

"More wine?" he asked and Mason nodded. She was getting pleasantly tipsy, but she didn't care. She was enjoying herself, it had been far too long.

The evening went on. They listened to some nice music, found they both liked Tony Bennett and talked more. It was so easy with him, Mason thought, he just seemed so uncomplicated.

It was nearing midnight, Neal turned to her and said "It's getting late, I should probably go. You need your sleep."

She leaned in to him and kissed him softly. "No, I don't."

Neal smiled again and returned her kiss. "I don't think ...."

Mason cut him off. "Don't think. Just be. Tell me what you want Neal, what's on your mind?"

"I think you're the sexiest, smartest, most incredible woman I have ever met. That a woman like you could have any man she wanted. That .... "

Mason cut him off again with a kiss, agile tongue gliding along his own lips. "If I can have any man I want, I know the one I chose." She purred throatily. "I want you Neal. I want you very, very much."

He could barely breathe. "Oh, God."

She took his hands in hers and squeezed. "I want to do something fun? You game?"

Neal didn't trust himself to speak. Despite the wine, his throat felt dry. "Uh-huh" was all he managed to say.

She stood up, he followed. Then, she reached over and picked him up, his laughter filled the room. "Your little `superheroine' would like to ravish you, stud. Think you can keep up with me?"

He smiled and said "I will do my best." 

Mason grinned. "You'd better, or Mama spank!"

Mason carried her prize into the bedroom. She was glad Michy was gone for the night, she didn't want any interruptions. "What next?" Neal asked her with a sly grin.

"Strip, stud!" she said as she looked over at this handsome man.

"Yes, sure!" Neal replied. He made a clumsy attempt at stripping, it was touchingly funny. He wiggled and gyrated his hips at her as he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants. He hung them over the chair, a neat freak, like Michy. He stood before her, in his boxers and socks, lean and attractive.

"Please – I want to see you." Neal said to Mason in a soft tone. She found that very appealing and smiled, almost shyly.

Mason took off her shoes first, reducing them to around the same height. She tossed her hair and took off the cream-colored blouse, revealing a powder blue bra that looked so sexy against her dark skin. That came next, her magnificent breasts spilled out. Round and firm, they rode high on her chest and Neal could now see just how toned she was.

"You like?" Mason asked and Neal was speechless. Like? Migod, she was the most delectable sight he'd ever seen. His cock was already straining his boxers. He nodded and Mason continued.

She practically slithered out of the tight, black leather slacks, now she was only wearing the briefest blue thong. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her anywhere, her legs beautiful and tapered, sleek and well-defined. Neal ached to run his hands over her body, to caress all of her, but he had the good sense to let Mason run the show.

"You're overdressed Neal" Mason purred to him. He removed his boxers and stood before her. While not a musclebound stud like the men at her Gym, Neal had nothing to be ashamed of. He was lean and trim and Mason wanted to take him in her body and fuck his brains out.

It was taking every bit of his self control not to walk over and take Mason in his arms and possess her, but he held off. Instead, he let her come to him and she stood before him, strong and magnificent, sheer perfection.

She reached out and ran her hand over his skin gently. "Nice" Mason purred. "I am glad you're here Neal, with me. We're going to have a memorable night."

Neal didn't doubt it. He let Mason lead him to the bed and she pushed him down. Mason looked down at her new lover and grinned again. "I want to make love to you Neal. I want to be in charge, do you have any trouble with that?" He shook his head.

Mason knew he wouldn't and she joined him on the bed. Her coppery skin shone in the the room's lighting and she knelt over him, breasts dangling. He felt one, they were firm and beautiful. "You're so beautiful Mason, so very beautiful." Her dark eyes met his blue eyes. 

Slowly, teasingly, she took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to lick at it. He surged at the first flick of her tongue on his nob and she went all the way down, slithering her tongue all over his veiny shaft. She traced every inch of it as she fellated him, never letting her eyes leave his as she sucked. It had been a long while since Mason had enjoyed a cock, she hadn't realized how much she had missed it.

Little groans were coming from Neal as she blew him. Up and down, she worked her mouth lavishly over his prick. Her hands gripped his balls, she took extra care not to grip them too hard, instead, she used a gentle fondling motion as she kept sucking cock. Side to side, up and down, she gave him a blowjob that nearly had him cumming in her mouth. He looked at the stunning goddess he was in bed with and his mind was blown with the awareness of his good fortune. Talented lips sucked, soft and full around his shaft.

Whenever he could, Neal ran his hands over her rock-hard form, caressing her skin, marveling at the smoothness of it, how silky she felt. Her head was bobbing up and down, she was the best lover he'd ever known.

"May I pleasure you Mason?" he asked and she looked at him, taking her mouth off his cock momentarily. She smiled.

"Think you can handle it sexy?" Mason said, grinning.

"I had better, right?" She laughed and nodded. Mason swung her torso over and her pussy was above his face, the thong still covering it. Neal pulled it to the side and found her pussy shaved and clean. He knew a lot of bodybuilders shaved their body hair, he found her bald cunt very sexy. Neal buried his face in her wetness and began eating her in earnest. From her sudden change in movement, he knew he was getting to her.

Neal concentrated all of his efforts on pleasing Mason. He moved his head up and down, then side to side, licking her, using his tongue like his cock, stabbing it into her heated pussy. Juice coated her tongue, sweeter than any he'd ever tasted. She was like honey and he devoured her, pulling at her pussy lips as her mouth continued to blow him.

Her body was quivering as Neal ate her, Mason was really pleased. He was almost as good as Michelle, but he was more aggressive. His tongue flicked over her clit, which was large and throbbing. She knew she was likely flooding Neal's face, but she didn't hear any objections. 

She continued to deep throat her new lover, he was certainly nicely endowed. His thick cock filled her throat, she was impressed by his self-control. Many men would have cum by now, but Neal was holding off.

She had no plans of doing the same. "FUCCKKKKK, NEALLLLLL!!" Mason screamed, as she coated his mouth with the first of her orgasms. She moved off of him and grinned down at her smiling lover.

"You're good lover!" she said, running her hands over his chest.

"We aim to please, ma'am!" Neal said in mock seriousness.

"You succeed!" Mason replied.

Mason was breathing hard, she'd had workouts that hadn't made her pant like this. Neal thought he'd never seen anything so lovely, she was awe-inspiring even now.

She ran her strong hands along his thighs again, leaning over and kissing him on the lips. Mason's mouth was made for kissing, Neal thought, lips full and pouty. Was there anything about her that wasn't breathtaking?

"Ready for the next act?" Mason said as she climbed onto his body.

"Oh, yeahhhhh!" Neal groaned as Mason lowered her taut body on top of his cock, facing away from him. She moved slowly at first, adjusting to the thickness in her cunt at first, rippling her pussy muscles around his dick. Neal groaned and moved upward, arching his cock into her body. She let out a low hum of approval as he came up from behind her and cupped her tits. 

"I want to play with your beautiful, big tits Mason, please?" Mason nodded her head as she moved up and down on his prick. It was so cute how gentle he was, but she suspected there were untold depths to her newest lover.

She was right. As he fondled her big breasts, his hands were strong and skilled, he played her body like a musician. He pinched her nipples as he fondled her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to make her moan in pleasure. Her cunt rippled around his cock, squeezing it again as she took him in.

Her body moved around and around, his cock rubbing against her hard clit. She felt his hands move all over her flesh, caressing her toned body, her flat stomach and he pulled at her navel ring. She laughed as his knowledgeable hands massaged her supple flesh, her inner fires were building and she moved a bit faster as his dick throbbed inside of her.

Every once in a while, Neal would arch his body up and thrust within her. He was letting her run the show, which turned her on immensely, but Neal was by no means an inactive participant. He ran his hands all over her silky thighs and she felt his fingers strum her clit as his cock moved within her and she squealed uncharacteristically. "Fucking hell Neal, that's good!" she moaned.


A Strong Relationship Ch. 02



As she pumped and did her exercises, Mason cursed under her breath. She'd been an idiot yesterday, an total idiot.

She and Neal had their first fight. It was one of those silly fights that people have over nothing – she could barely remember what it was about right now – but her stubborn pride wouldn't let her back down and Neal had left, angry.

She missed him. In the month they had been dating, he had become a part of her world. They had gone to dinner, on some fun bike rides, she'd gone with him to a Comicbook Convention, he had joined her at a Bodybuilder's Show. They had intermingled their worlds and it felt good. It felt RIGHT.

They hadn't shared all their secrets yet. Neal didn't know about her relationship with Michy, but she planned to tell him soon. Mason figured he'd be cool with it, Michy was so stunningly beautiful, what man could resist the image of her and Michy entwined in passion? But there were variables in any relationship, it was too soon to spill the beans about everything.

She adored Neal. He was secure in himself, secure enough to let her be strong, yet she enjoyed her feminine side with him. She wasn't afraid to be "girly", to dress up and wear perfume, nice clothes, lingerie.

Her workout was nearly over and she still hadn't figured out what she was going to do. She had to apologize, she was certain of that. Mason wanted Neal in her life, but she had to make her apology special.

Her time on the weight machine was done and as she dismounted, Marta came over and said hello. She liked Marta, the pretty girl was from Brazil, it was her mother and father who owned the Fitness Club. She was lean and slim, tiny and beautiful, standing barely 5' tall. Still, the sweet 18-year old was lovely and her personality was warm and inviting.

Marta was adorable. She had long, jet-black hair that went down to her ass. Her breasts were tiny, but in the tight top she was wearing, it was evident that she wore no sports bra. From the way her gym shorts hugged her body, it didn't look as though she was wearing panties either, although a thong was a possibility. Her eyes were so dark as to appear black and when Marta smiled, she showed a row of perfect, white teeth. Her loveliness was truly inspiring.

"Hi Marta, how are you?" Mason asked the pretty teenager.

Marta sighed at Mason's question. "Hi Mason. Crappy, but thanks for asking." She sat down on the bench after adjusting the weights and prepared to do her lifting. "My boyfriend and I had a huge fight last week, we aren't speaking. He's very jealous and possessive, I told him to knock it off."

Mason smiled at her young friend. "I can identify, I had an argument with Neal yesterday."

Marta began her workout, while continuing to talk to Mason. "I think Jay and I are finished. He doesn't respect me. He doesn't listen to me. And in bed, he is the worst lover. When I want it slow and sensual, he wants a quick fuck. When I want to rip his clothes off and try something kinky – he says I'm acting like a slut." Marta's face broke into an angry grimace for a moment, then her beautiful smile showed again. "Oh well – men, what are you going to do?"

Mason smiled. Hearing the sexy Brazilian teen talk so frankly about her sex life was getting Mason very aroused. From time to time, Mason's thoughts had drifted to what it might be like to make love to the young hottie, but she had kept those thoughts to herself. It was getting hard to concentrate while Marta talked, as she moved the weights up and down, her nipples were getting harder and her body glistened with a sexy sheen of sweat.

"Mason, I wish I could just have a boyfriend who is good and kind – but I don't want anything serious, I'm young, I just want to have fun!"

Mason listened and then a thought crossed her mind. She figured out the perfect way to make it up to Neal, she had an idea that would also help out Marta. If she played her cards right, everyone would end up a winner.

"Marta, if I told you I have a solution to your problem, would you trust me? Would you be willing to go along with my plans?"

Marta nodded her head eagerly. She was totally captivated by Mason, she had a small crush on the beautiful bodybuilder. "Oh yes, I need to have some fun. Anything you want Mason, I trust you!" 

"Well, then trust me, if you go along with me, you'll have the most fun you've ever had in your young life, baby girl!"

Neal was glad Mason had called. Their fight was stupid, arguing over something so petty. He thought he'd blown it with his beautiful girlfriend and had been so heartsick, he had barely eaten in three days. His pretty blonde assistant, Sunny, had noticed and brought him a hamburger, standing over him and forcing him to eat it. He'd brought her in as a favor to her father, she was his fact-checker, researcher, proof-reader and "gofer". She had also become, over time, his friend.

"Go say you're sorry, dummy!" Sunny told him. "You're never going to get a girl as good as Mason, I know, I've looked." Sunny's preference for women had become quite obvious over the last 3 years they had worked together.

When Mason called today and invited him out to dinner, he had to stop himself from babbling and acting like a lovesick teenager. He stopped by a Florist on his way to meet her at Ma Maison and bought a dozen carnations, Mason was allergic to roses. He had taken the time to put on the gray suit she loved him in and he had also gone to the barber and gotten a shave and a haircut. He wanted nothing to go wrong this night.

When he got to the restaurant, he was directed to the table by the hostess. Neal saw Mason immediately, she looked spectacular in a silver-lame top and short black skirt. But he was dismayed to see his lady was not alone.

Sitting beside her was a dark-skinned girl, Neal would have described her as a "Pixie". She had beautiful black hair, which she wore up, dark skin and she was wearing a short, tight, pink dress. Were he not so head-over-heels about Mason, he would have spent a fair amount of time checking the pretty girl out.

Mason stood up as he handed her the flowers, they hugged each other tight. Neither of them said anything, they didn't need to. Each sensed the other's regret for the incident, there was a silent agreement to let it go. Mason let Neal seat himself, he was now situated between the younger girl and Mason.

"Neal, this is Marta. She and her boyfriend have broken up, I didn't want her to be alone tonight. So I invited her to join us, I hope that's all right?"

Neal knew he would rather be alone with his beautiful lady, but he was not going to be ungracious either. "Certainly. It's nice to meet you Marta, such lovely company is always welcome." The pretty girl smiled brightly at the compliment.

"Mason, is your boyfriend flirting with me?"

"If he isn't baby, he's out of his mind!" Mason said, winking at her new friend, then smiling at Neal. "You're such a hottie!"

Luckily Neal hadn't had a drink of his wine yet, Mason's boldness surprised him. In the short time he had known this incredible woman, she still managed, from time to time, to surprise him with her outrageous, audacious nature.

The evening sailed along smoothly. Neal ordered Chateaubriand and there was more than enough for the three of them, along with a superb Bordeaux. He noticed Mason slipping a sip or two to Marta, the younger girl was enjoying herself. He was glad that Mason had invited her along, she was a lovely little thing, but he wanted so much to get Mason alone for some "make-up sex".

The trio enjoyed their meal, even indulging in a chocolate souffle for desert. Marta was a sweet, intelligent young woman, he could certainly see why she and Mason were friendly. When the bill came, he paid it and helped the women on with their coats. Mason told him that she and Marta were a little tipsy, so Marta would be spending the night at her place. "Great" thought Neal to himself "I guess I won't be getting any make-up sex tonight."

The drive to Mason's apartment was mostly quiet, although the girls chatted animatedly in the back seat. Michelle, Mason's roommate, was out for the evening, Neal and Mason could have indulged in all the passions they wanted. He had been thinking all day of having a sexy shower with Mason in that luxurious bathroom of hers – oh well, there's always another night, he thought. Neal was pleased that his girlfriend was so considerate of her friends, it bode well for their future relationship.

He was going to let the girls off and go home and take a shower – a long, cold shower – but Mason insisted he come up and have coffee or a drink. Marta was equally encouraging, and he didn't have any pending deadlines, so Neal figured, what the hell?

It was nice when they got upstairs, both Mason and Marta fussed over him, he hadn't seen Mason act quite this "girly" before and it was kind of cute. She made a pot of coffee, actually perking it, while he and Marta indulged in idle chatter. The girl was going to make someone a great girlfriend, she was well-spoken, with a sharp mind – and despite himself, Neal noticed again what a hot little body she had under that pink dress.

"Are you two behaving in there?" Mason called out from the kitchen.

"Yes, he's being a perfect gentleman – unfortunately!" Marta said with a mock pout.

"We will soon put a stop to that!" Mason grinned inwardly, thinking of the naughty little surprise she had in store for Neal.

Another half hour passed, Neal was getting tired. He was preparing to leave, when Marta announced she was going to bed. Neal stood up and was going to kiss Mason good night, but Marta kissed him first. "You're a lovely man Neal, it was nice to have met you!" she said as she went into the bedroom. 

Mason walked over to her lover and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him hard and fierce. "You ARE a lovely man – and I am so sorry we had that fight. So, I am going to make it up to you, okay?"

Neal nodded, not really knowing what Mason had in mind. From out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marta standing in the doorway of the bedroom. She was wearing a sheer blue bra and thong, otherwise, she was nearly naked. He had been right, she was beautiful. He turned to Mason.

"Baby, Marta's boyfriend is a shit. He had very little sexual skill. I like Marta, I wanted her to be happy. I know what a wonderful lover my man is, I wanted Marta to know that too."

Neal wasn't sure Mason was saying what he THOUGHT she was saying, but before he could ask any questions, she went on.

"So – I want you to go to bed with Marta. Make her cum baby, make love to her. Fuck her. Whatever she wants. I won't interfere, I am just going to sit in the big comfy chair and watch you and my friend."

Marta took Neal's hand and draped it over her shoulder. "I might add, I had the option of backing out, but after spending an evening with you, I want this very much. Please Neal – I'd like to sleep with you, if you think I'm desirable?"

There was no doubt he thought Marta was desirable, Mason could tell from the slight bulge in his pants. She wasn't quite sure yet how much her lover could handle though, she could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

Neal turned to Mason, sure he was drunk and imagining all this. "You're really cool with this hon?" Mason nodded. COOL with it? The thought of seeing her lover with this adorable little nymph had her thong soaked with juice. She couldn't wait to see the Brazilian sexpot squirming around on Neal's beautiful cock. She wanted to see the exquisite contortions on Marta's sweet little face as Neal fucked her into the mattress. She wasn't going to participate this time, afraid of freaking them both out, but she knew she'd be acquainting herself with Marta's sweet little pussy and tits sometime in the near future.

Marta looked at the smile on Mason's face and wondered what was going through her mind. She hoped the sensual brunette was thinking of her. She longed to take their relationship a step further, she thought the sexy bodybuilder was one of the most attractive women she had ever known. Marta wanted Mason to be the one to initiate her in the ways of bisexuality.

Marta stepped forward and on tippy-toe, kissed Neal. He felt a tad uncomfortable for a second, but was quick to realize what a golden opportunity this was. He was going to make love to a beautiful young woman and his lady condoned it. He felt Marta's tiny little hand fondle the bulge in his trousers. He turned over and looked at Mason, who blew him a kiss.

"What are you waiting for idiot?" Mason chuckled. "Get your ass in that bedroom!"

Marta tugged on his arm and led Neal into the bedroom. He noticed the girl had a scrumptious rear end, round and adorable. He wanted very much to fuck her doggie-style and see that ass bouncing against his dick. He knew the girl worked out, he'd gleaned that from their dinner conversation, but in a much different style than his sexy Mason. Still, her body was no less appealing.

Marta sat on the bed and looked up at him with her beautiful, dark eyes. She looked over at Mason for guidance.

"He likes to be undressed. Go for it, honey."

Marta followed Mason's instructions, unbuttoning Neal's dress shirt and tugging off his trousers. He kicked them away and was standing before the teen in boxers and socks. "WooHoo, get totally naked!" Mason cheered from her chair.

"Turnabout is fair play ladies!" 

Both women were getting into the spirit of the moment. Mason wriggled and did a mock strip-tease, lifting her lame top and teasing Neal, taking her skirt off slowly and wiggling out of it. Marta took off her outfit, piece by piece, tantalizing Neal and arousing him. She was getting to Mason as well. Mason could feel her pussy getting wetter as she watched the sexy Brazilian teen strip – and was delighted to find the girl wore neither bra nor panties. As the girl reclined on the bed, Mason was equally pleased to find out the girl's pussy was shaved completely bald!

Had Neal not been there, Mason would have been tempted to ravage the little temptress herself. She had no idea if the little sweetie was into girls, but Michy had taught her that a lot of "straight" girls could enjoy their sapphic side.

Neal's eyes were taking in all of Marta's cute little body. "She's gorgeous!" he whispered to Mason. "She can hear you, she's in the room!" Mason giggled and Marta joined her.

"Thank You, Neal. Why don't you join me over here?" She tugged at his arm and pulled him onto the bed. Marta moved up and kissed Neal hard on the lips, and winked over at Mason, sitting in the chair and watching them lustily.

Neal was a bit hesitant at first – Mason thought that was adorable – but with the sexy teen kissing him passionately, he began getting into it. His hands roamed her taut, smooth body, cupping her firm buttocks as they kissed. Neal's knowing hands moved all over Marta's body, moving up her back, his hands gently lifted her tiny breasts, he cupped them and lowered his mouth to her hardening nipples. He drew each delicate bud into his mouth and sucked them gently, letting her little coos of pleasure guide him. Mason knew from her own experiences that Neal was an intuitive lover, she ached to join the pair, but didn't want to freak either of them out. Her own desires could wait, this was all for Marta's benefit.

"What would you like to do, Marta?" Neal asked the pretty teen.

"Everything!" she said with a tiny giggle. "But first, I'd like you to eat my pussy. My old boyfriend wouldn't do that, he said it was nasty!"

Neal thought her boyfriend must have been out of his mind as he zeroed in on Marta's sweet, delicious little snatch. This baby-soft pussy, clean and smooth, was one of the most edible, fuckable little things he'd ever seen. He applied his lips and tongue to the task at hand, Marta's hands pushed him deep into the recesses of her cunt. She had never felt anything as good as Neal's searching tongue exploring the folds of her snatch, never felt such exquisite bliss at the hands of a lover.

"Oh, my fucking Godddd!!" Marta squealed as Neal licked and sucked at her pussy, tantalizing her with every sensual caress. If she thought Mason would do it, she'd be borrowing Neal every night. Her pussy hunched upwards for more of his licking tongue.


Mason's fingers strummed in and out of her own pussy as she watched her lover entertaining the sweet young thing on her bed. She heard the girl's slightly-accented voice cry out as Neal tasted of her body and she envied him. But there was plenty of time for her to know Marta, if the girl proved to be interested.

Neal was buried face-deep in Marta's pussy, eating her for all he was worth. From the flow of her juices, she was enjoying his efforts, she was practically gushing onto his tongue. 

"Eat me, eat me, ooooo, eat my pussy!" Marta was squealing, her dark skin shining in the light of the bedroom. Neal was intent on making the little sweetie orgasm on his licking tongue, but Marta had other ideas.

She pulled Neal's head gently from between her thighs and kissed his mouth, softly, yet hinting of increased passion. "You were so wonderful!" she said, practically gushing. "My turn, okay? I haven't had a lot of experience, but I want to try and suck your cock. Is that okay?"

Both Mason and Neal thought the girl's asking permission was very cute, so Neal moved to the top of the bed and let Marta inspect his cock. "Ooh, it's so big!" she said, hefting his balls and stroking them with her tiny hand. "I hope I can suck it all!"

She formed her soft lips into a round "O" and took Neal's cock in her mouth, licking around the crown, then sliding her lips down on it, gagging only for the briefest of seconds. Her mouth was soft and she licked slowly, her tongue slithering all over his shaft. Mason watched, pleased at her young friend's talents, she seemed to be enjoying the sensation of having a hard cock in her mouth.

Marta's head was bobbing up and down on Neal's cock, it glistened with her saliva, hard and proud. She was a noisy little cocksucker, Mason thought, but it was turning her on. She squeezed her own breasts and licked one of her own hard nipples as her dark, beautiful eyes took in the spectacle on the bed.

She could tell from the grimace on Neal's face that he was concentrating hard on not cumming, wanting to save it for Marta later on. "Marta hon, slow down. My baby seems to be enjoying your work, but too much of a good thing, perhaps?"

Marta took Mason's less-than-subtle hint and slid her mouth off of Neal's cock. He was bigger than anything she'd ever seen, she didn't know if she could take all of it in her tiny little pussy, but she yearned to find out.

"Okay little one, this is still your night. What would you like next?" Neal deferred to the teenager.

"Hmm – why don't you put your cock in my pussy and fuck me slowly, I want to wrap my legs around you!" Marta said with obvious delight.

"Anything the pretty lady wants!" Neal said as he slid his cock into her. She gasped at first at his size, but in a few minutes, she had her legs secured around his back and was pulling him in, he was moving in and out of her pussy and her little yelps of joy made it obvious that Neal's lovemaking was what she had been needing.

Neal was enjoying making love to the beautiful teen, but he was also concentrating harder on pleasuring her than he had with any woman before her, even his Mason. He knew her previous experiences had been horrible, as he stroked in and out of her wet pussy, he wanted to make this experience as memorable for Marta as he could.

He needn't have worried. Marta's entire body felt like it was glowing, she was moving with him, her pussy taking full measure of his lovely cock, it fucked him back and wanted more. 

Mason's fingers stroked all across her own heated body, from time to time she caught Marta's eyes watching her movements. She smiled at Marta, who licked her lips and then looked away. Mason was pretty sure Marta was interested in some play-time, she'd bring it up another time. This was Marta's night.




A Strong Relationship Ch. 02



Marta's pussy was tight around Neal's cock, she was feeling every inch of his magnificent cock, wanting more. "Neal – please, can we try something else?"

Seeing the puzzled look on his face, she reached out and stroked his cheek. "Neal, you were making love to me wonderfully – but now, this little girl wants to be FUCKED!"

Neal was more than pleased to grant Marta's request. She moved away from him and faced him, she wiggled her sweet rump at him and he got the message. He slid his cock into her pussy from behind, she was soaked so he went in easily. Neal gripped her hips and began to fuck her hard, doggie-style. Marta squealed at the feeling of having Neal's big, thick shaft fucking her from behind. It was more savage, more intense, Marta loved hearing the slapslapslap of their fucking bodies.

Marta was trying to make it good for Neal too. She arched and writhed and positioned her body to match his pounding cock, from the corner of her eye, she could see Mason watching them and fingerfucking her pussy. She'd have to think of a special way to thank her new friend for this, the pretty teen thought to herself.

Grunting with every thrust, Neal continued to fuck her deeply, his hands were now running all over the small buds of her sweet tits. She loved having his hands on her body, Marta's entire being was on fire with lust as the older stud drilled her full of hard, fucking dick.

He was fucking her savagely now, the way Marta liked. It was as if Neal could read her mind, she'd move her body, Neal would fuck deeper or faster, depending on the movement. 

"Fuck me, fuck me, harder, deeper!"

"Like it, you teenage slut? Like my hard dick, fucking you, fucking you in front of my girlfriend? Turns you on, doesn't it, knowing Mason is watching me drill your little cunt!"

"Yes, oh fuck, YESSSS!!!" Marta screeched as his cock pounded deeper inside her body. Every sensation she had ever felt was magnified by Neal's wonderful fucking skills.

Mason had never realized how hot her lover looked while fucking, there was an intense, almost insane gleam in his eyes as he fucked the dark-skinned teen. Both of their bodies were gleaming from their exertions, Mason was herself on the borderline of orgasm.

Marta would have liked to keep going forever, but she realized she was being selfish. Neal had been fucking her skillfully for quite some time, he couldn't hold out much longer. Poor man, she thought with a lewd smile, too bad men can't have multiple orgasms like us girls!

"You wanna cum baby, you want to cum for your little teenage slut, don't you?" Marta teased. She heard Neal hiss "Yes" through his clenched teeth and Marta pulled her tiny body away from him. She reached out and grabbed his cock, slick with her juice, and plunged her mouth down on it deeply. Seeing her dark brown eyes looking up at him as she gave him head was the last straw, he shot his thick, white load into her sweet, dark face. It coated her soft young lips and she looked both beautiful and trashy. Marta's own body convulsed in orgasm a few seconds later.

Mason followed suit with her own climax mere moments later, then she gave the couple on the bed a big "Thumbs Up". She didn't feel even the slighest pang of jealousy at Neal for enjoying his fuck with sweet little Marta, she was in fact, very proud of her man. He had given of himself – not that Neal hadn't enjoyed it – but he'd made both ladies very happy this evening. 

Neal had treated both of them to a lovely evening, listened to them, he'd given Marta respect. He had acted like a complete gentleman, yet he was smart enough to know when to get wild. This one was a keeper, Mason realized. What to do to keep him around? How to thank him?

Mason knew that thinking of various ways was going to be fun. Lots and lots of fun.



A Strong Relationship Ch. 03



Since meeting Neal, Mason had never been happier. Michy noticed every time she made love to her best friend, Mason seemed more giving, sensual and playful in bed. She had always been an exquisite playmate, but now, there was a new depth to it, like Mason had gotten in touch with a part of herself.

Tonight they made sweet love tenderly on Michelle's big bed, her body being tantalized by Mason, who gave her a sweet, lingering massage, followed by the tenderest of kisses, then a tongue that hit all the hot spots. The sensual Thai girl had never felt so adored, none of her past lovers had made her feel this appreciated.

A sweetly licking tongue was sliding up and down firm, tanned thighs as Michelle crested upon wave after wave of sapphic orgasm. Mason had worn the filmy white negligee Michelle had given her for Christmas, against her dark skin, it was a sensual contrast. Her body glowed with vitality as she feasted on Michy's shaven cunt and brought her to the 3rd orgasm of the evening.

"Fuck, you're  insatiable  tonight baby, not that I'm complaining. If Neal has made you that happy, maybe  I should  fuck him!"

Somewhat surprised -- because Michy rarely expressed an interest in men -- Mason lifted her face from between her lover's legs and said "Maybe you should."

"Maybe I will."

"Go for it!"

Stroking her lover's smooth back and stroking her hair, Michelle beamed at Mason. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Why should I mind two people I love dearly sharing a bed?"

"You love him?" Michy asked as she moved downward. The two women were facing away from each other, side by side, about to enjoy a slow, playful  sixty-nine .

Mason sighed, she'd said it out loud for the first time. "I think so Michelle -- I  care  about him more than almost anyone and he's such a lovely man -- I keep thinking if I wake up, he'll be gone and it will all have been a lovely dream."

Michelle felt Mason's tender lips and soft, strong hands manipulating her body and she tried to keep her concentration. "He sounds so nice, why don't you tell him all this?" Michy had yet to meet Neal, so far, Mason had kept the two parts of her life separate. She suspected Neal knew she loved women, but she was almost skittish about letting him see her full sexuality, not wanting to burst the bubble of her newfound relationship.

Michelle was teasing Mason know -- she kissed behind Mason's knees and stroked just above the gentle curve of Mason's buttocks, two of her roommate's "Hot Spots". Mason bit her lip and her body shook a bit, there were few people as sexually expressive as Michelle and she also wasn't about to give up her best friend for Neal just yet.

"Ohhh lord Michy, I love your touch, you make me so horny baby!" Mason cooed as their tongues slithered into each other's nooks. The words were silenced for a while as the lithe women played and feasted on each other until sleep overtook them both.

Neal was going out of town for a few days, to the San Diego Comiccon. He'd invited Mason to join him, thinking a few days of fun in the sun would be a treat for her, but Michelle, her roommate, had to go away to a seminar and she'd asked Mason to cover her shifts. Neal hated traveling alone, so Mason suggested he invite Marta.

Marta was just a fun bundle of energy, she kept him company and made him smile for all of the trip. She also kept his cock drained and fucked him any way he wanted. Their suite was large and spacious and Marta made sure they fucked in every square inch of it. She was a little spitfire, sometimes they'd only just get in the door and she'd be all over him, tearing his clothes off and pressing her tight, toned little body against his and arousing him to a fever-pitch.

She was such fun, he forgot about meeting his idols, like Adam West and Neal Adams and John Byrne -- well, for the moment anyway. They'd go for dinner and she would play with his cock under the table and he'd have to sit for a few minutes before they could leave. One time, a few other comic fans came to their table to tell him how much they liked  Comics Inc  and his writing. He was trying hard to carry on a conversation, but it wasn't easy with Marta's tiny fist jacking him off under the table.

"God, you're an insatiable little fuckslut!" he growled as he drilled her gorgeous ass from behind in the hotel. "Don't you ever get enough?" He played with those sweet tits and saw her eyes sparkle as she turned to face him, her delight apparent.

"Nope -- hey, did you get a load of some of those Cosplay chicks? Some of them were  yuuuummmmeeee ! We should invite them to swing with us lover, I'd love to share you with another girl."

He thrust in even harder when she said that. "You mean share me or  share  me?" he asked her as she pushed back against his invading cock.

" Share  you!" Marta purred. "I've been curious about doing it with a girl for a while -- matter of fact, when I get home, I think I'm going to make a move on Mason -- I think she and Michelle are a lot  more  than just roommates. You wouldn't mind, would you lover?"

Mind? Now that she'd put the image in his head, all Neal could think of was this adorable little pixie and his lush, formidable girlfriend wrapped in each other's arms, a lesbian tryst before his eyes. Michelle too -- although he'd yet to meet her, he'd seen pictures -- and he had a vivid enough imagination to picture her and Marta, or her and Mason, or all 3 in depraved lesbian acts. He felt his cock actually swell a bit more.

"My goodness -- the idea of me and your lady turned you on, didn't it stud?" Marta purred. "Okay baby, that's one fantasy I promise we'll make happen soon -- if you give me another orgasm, that is."

Neal played it safe and gave her two.

Mason was about to close up for the day when she saw a beautiful, tall blonde striding towards her. "Stride" was the perfect word, for this tall blonde walked with a rare confidence. Nearing Mason, she tossed her ash blonde hair to one side and flashed a dazzling smile at Mason,. She held out her hand.

"Mason Evans? Hi, how are you? I'm Sam Williams."

Seeing that didn't register with Mason, the confident blonde added "Michy's ex?"

This time Sam saw a look of shock cross Mason's face. Just  what  had Michelle told the attractive bodybuilder about her?

"I'm sorry, something seems to be wrong?"

Mason regained her composure and said "I'm so sorry, I don't mean to appear shocked -- but I know so little about you, with a name like Sam Williams ... "

It dawned on Sam, who let out a hearty laugh. "You thought I was a man?" When Mason nodded, Sam laughed again. "Didn't Michy tell you anything about me at all?"

Mason shook her head, dark curls flailing about. It seemed to be a sore subject with Michelle, whenever Mason had tried to question her roommate about her past, especially with Sam, she'd change the subject. It became apparent to Mason very early on that Sam had caused her a great deal of pain.

Sam sat on a bench beside Mason and it was easy to see why Michy had fallen for her. She was lush and curvy, with curly, ash-blonde hair and a big, infectious smile. She wore a tight black leotard that revealed all her body and left little to the imagination, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body. This was a woman who exuded confidence, so her next confession was quite a surprise to Mason.

"My poor Michy. I hurt her, very badly, I know that now. I didn't  mean  to Mason ... may I call you Mason ... but in those days, I was very confused about my sexuality and my marriage was all chaos and ... "

Mason stopped her. "You're married?"

Sam nodded. "I never lied to Michelle, she knew from Day One. She was my Personal Trainer and then it became ...  more . Neither of us expected it Mason, but neither of us stopped it either."

Mason watched Samantha move, there was an elegant sensuality to the woman. She continued her story.

"I knew my husband was a good man and I wanted to give my kids a good home, so I ended it with Michelle. She took it badly, but after 5 years, I thought maybe she and I could talk. My husband passed away last month, I'm all alone and I miss having a regular lover."

Mason smiled. "But what about your sexuality?"

Sam beamed. "I figured that out when I lost Michy. I'm bi, but I prefer women to men. Listen, could we get out of here? Are you free for dinner?"

Mason thought about it for a few minutes, Michy and Neal weren't around, so why not? Sam was very friendly and appealing and Mason didn't relish cooking for herself. She held out her hands and took Sam's.

"I would love to, but can you give me a some time to finish closing and grab a shower?" Sam nodded -- and in her own head, she thought about the beautiful, dark-haired girl's sensual, supple body in the shower, all soapy and glistening -- not yet, she thought. Maybe, just maybe, Michy would be open to sharing -- if she could win her back.

As she was hungry, Mason hurried through her chore and was done in about 20 minutes. Sam had changed, she now wore a calf-length skirt and a silvery blouse that clung to a spectacular pair of breasts. She didn't need them, but she wore heels that brought her height to nearly 6 feet. She gave Mason a hug.

"Thanks for the company. Hungry?"

"Famished. Where should we go?"

"Like steak?" Mason nodded.

Sam smiled. "One of the benefits of maintaining your regimen is you can eat whatever you want, most of the time. Let's go."

Sam had a Porsche -- her late husband had been a successful stockbroker, Mason found out. The restaurant was dark and amiable, the waitstaff very attentive to two sensual women. They split a carafe of a good red wine and chatted. A few times, Sam would put her hands on Mason's bare arm or miniskirted knee. Mason made no attempt to brush it away.

They even shared a nice dessert, splitting a Turtle Cheesecake and having coffee. Mason and Sam went outdoors, it was a cool night. Mason looked at her watch.

"I should call a cab and get back to the Club and grab my car. Thanks for a lovely dinner." Mason knew she was going to bat for Sam, she was perfect for Michy and obviously sincere in her desire to win Michy back.

"Tell you what Mason -- I live 10 minutes from here and it's late. My place is huge, come back with me, stay overnight and I'll drive you back in the morning. We can have a few drinks and make a night of it. What do you say?"

Always the type to go with her gut, Mason agreed. They talked more in the car, the conversation hedging on flirty. Mason figured why not -- they were both free agents, weren't they?

Samantha's home -- migod, it was tremendous, it had to be a least 10 rooms -- and once inside, Mason was agape at the rich paneling, wonderful decorations, fine crystal, this was the home of someone with money and taste. She turned around and Sam pulled her close and kissed her. It was a good kiss, a hard kiss, the kind of kiss that could take someone's breath away -- it did for Mason.

Sam pulled away, slowly. "I'm sorry -- I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have assumed ... " 

Mason stopped her. "It's okay -- and oh yes, you  should  have. I wanted to kiss you Sam, I'm very attracted to you. You're beautiful, sensual and elegant, who wouldn't be?"

"But I should wait for Michy, shouldn't I?"

Mason took Sam's hands and sat her down on the couch. "If I know Michy -- and if  I  don't, who  does ? - she'll be cool with it. You're not back together yet, so if you want what I think you want ..."

Sam nodded and Mason kissed her sweetly.

"... if you want this, then shouldn't we take this to a bedroom?"

Sam smiled. "Hang on a second beautiful, I'll be right back."

Sam sat back down on the couch and mulled things over in her mind. She'd certainly had some wonderful sex lately -- Michelle, Neal -- she figured hot little Marta would be in on the action soon enough -- and now, Sam. Beautiful, sensual Sam who ...

.... walked down the staircase in a lacy, black negligee that left zero to the imagination. She was a sex-fantasy come to life.

Sam swayed over to Mason and sat down beside her. "I figured you for a lingerie-type of girl, am I right?"

Mason leaned in and kissed Samantha heatedly, her arms around the other woman's back and staying with the kiss for a few minutes. "Very much so" she finally responded.

Samantha led the way upstairs to her bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was beautifully furnished, a  huge  bed and matching chair, walk-in closets, it was spacious -- a sexy lady could have  quite  the party in here.

"Okay, I am dying to see you nude!" Sam said, practically licking her lips. Mason wasn't going to disappoint her, she slid out of her mini and top, leaving on only heels and lacy bra and thong.

"I was right -- you are a lingerie-type of girl!" Samantha said as she took in every smoldering, dark inch of Mason's plush figure. Mason practically dove on top of her on the bed.

"Want it a little spicy, do we?" Samantha purred.

"Uh-huh, can you accommodate?" Mason growled as she moved atop Sam. The hot blonde grinned back.

"Bitch, you're in for one fucking  wild  ride!" Sam hissed back as Mason began helping her out of the negligee. It didn't take long for both women to be almost nude, just a bit of heels and tease, as Mason would have put it. They kissed again, passionately, then slowed it down -- neither woman was in a rush, both were horny, both wanted this one to be memorable, sensual, kinky -- a combo of all that.

"Christ, you've got beautiful tits!" Sam said as she sucked one of Mason's cocoa-brown nipples into her mouth and played with them, big, round and firm, body sleek and wriggling against her own.

" I've  got beautiful tits, look who's talking!" Mason smiled as she took one of Sam's boobs in her mouth and suckled. Sam sighed, loud and audibly.

"Lord, you're a naughty little vixen. Do you and Michy ...?"

"Every chance we get!" Mason giggled.

"Do you make sure she gets lots of chances?" Sam asked.

"Oh my, yes!" Mason sighed dreamily as she felt knowledgeable hands playing all across firm, sleek flesh. Sam sure knew her way around a woman's body, she was already feeling oh, so good.

Sam had been lonely for a warm, friendly lover -- she'd taken women lovers from time to time, missing the touch of a woman, she softness, the sweetness of pussy. It called out to her like a siren's call at those times and she could not,  would not  resist it's allure. Her husband knew by the end and he was fine with it.

But most of those lovers had been flings, often one-night stands or Call Girls who only sated the urge for a while and moved on. It had been some time since she'd felt loved and admired, the way Mason was making her feel right now. If someone wanted to label her a lesbian, she wouldn't have argued the point at this precise moment, no man had  ever  wrested the feelings out of her that Michy -- and now Mason -- had been able to do.

It seemed like they were linked, Mason would move in just such a way that Samantha could touch her wherever she wanted. Mason's pussy was so rich and sweet, Sam feasted on it greedily while she plunged two fingers deeply within. The tiny thong was barely an impediment to her actions, it was almost like a little game, how to get past it. She noted Mason had one of her own little kinks, she liked to fuck with her shoes on, the silver tip catching the glean from the bedside lamp. Mason's tits had lots of lovely, natural bounce and as she moved, her in-shape form rippled and sinewy flesh inflamed Sam's senses.

Mason considered herself a sexual animal and she had found a like-minded lover in Michy -- and she could see now why Michelle had been so lost, Sam was cut from the same cloth as they. Even in the throes of passion, Sam had elegance, even while her tongue was buried deep in Mason's cunt, she just seemed to be so graceful.

"Eat me, suck that horny cunt, you sexy bitch!" Mason hissed, knowing it would turn Sam on to hear her lose control.

"You've got a hot, slutty cunt -- like the way I'm eating it, don't you, you whore?" Sam growled back, her fingers finding Mason's engorged clit and squeezing it between her fingertips. Mason howled loudly as she felt a mini-climax surge throughout.

"I like everything you're fucking doing, keep doing it, you gorgeous fuckable cunt!" Mason growled, seeing in Sam's eyes the affect every lewd word had on her. It was like Sam had to maintain a facade for so long, that letting loose in the bedroom, with another woman, was her ultimate release.

Up until this point, it had been sweet, a bit naughty and very loving. When it became apparent to Sam that Mason could handle anything she dished out, she became somewhat more savage. She focused her attentions on Mason's tits and cunt, practically mauling them both, eager to send Mason sky-high in orgiastic bliss. She succeeded, Mason howled in delight and began bucking hard against Sam's seeking mouth and hands, her body arousing Sam in turn. Her own body, moving against Sam's, was the fucktoy that Sam wanted, needed and desired.

To anyone with two eyes, it was apparent these women knew what the other liked. Mason wriggled and moved against Sam, her pussy hunched against Sam's own, she raked her nails all over Sam's inflamed skin, leaving red scratch marks, she lost all sense of gentility and became an animal, biting Sam's tits and leaving teeth marks in them. Sam's wetness flowed, soaking the sheets underneath the trysting lesbians.

" Fuck , you're good!" Sam howled as Mason's tongue buried itself deep in her own horny cunt and sought out more pussy-cream.

"I was about to say the same thing about you!" Mason said as she removed her face from between Sam's smooth thighs and licked her lips of Samantha's spend. She'd already had several climaxes and licked Samantha's last climax from her pussy.

"Lucky Michy!"

"Lucky us!" Sam grinned as she pulled Mason close for a passionate, after-climax kiss.

"Excuse me!"

Mason and Sam spun around to see a tall, long haired brunette standing nonchalantly in the doorframe, in a tight black leather mini, GoGo boots and crop top. She was gorgeous, who the hell was she? Sam's lover?

"Is this a private party or are you willing to share --   Mom  ?" 



A Strong Relationship Ch. 04



Had she been prone to modesty, Mason would have covered herself. The 19-year old girl had caught her and her mother in the act of lesbian sex, but Sam didn't seem at all out of sorts. She made no move to cover herself, indeed, she just smiled at the girl and then back at Mason.

"I don't think that's my call to make, dear. Mason, this is my daughter, Tamara. Tamara, this is Mason – she's Michelle's roommate."

Boldly, the younger girl walked over to the edge of the bed and kissed Mason hello. The sexy girl had full, pouty lips and she made the kiss last just long enough to hint to Mason there might be more if she so chose.

"Michelle – your ex?" Tamara asked, Samantha nodding.

The imposing blonde turned to Mason and told her "After Tamara's father died, I told her everything. I loved her father, but I knew I couldn't stay in mourning for too long. I'm too passionate a woman. Tamara was very understanding – it turns out my daughter and I share many of the same traits."

Tamara sat beside them on the bed and it was obvious she was checking Mason out. "Including a passion for beautiful women, right Mom?"

"Right."

"Have you two ever ...?"

"Shared the same woman? On several occasions." Samantha told her as she got up and put on the black negligee she had worn earlier.

"At the same time?"

Tamara nodded.

"Do you two ever ...?"

Neither woman answered that question and Mason wasn't sure she needed an answer. It was their business and Mason had never been the judgemental sort. The two women were obviously comfortable together, if that extended to their sexuality, so be it. Samantha spoke up.

"We didn't have those drinks I promised you, but would you prefer coffee and somethng sweet?" Mason nodded. "Me too. Mason, why don't you and Tamara talk. Take your time darlings – and Tamara, be on your  best  behavior!"

"Aren't I always, Mom?" Tamara teased as her mother left the room.

"Your mother is one very together lady." Mason said as Tamara sat closer on the bed.

"Yeah, she's cool. She misses Michy though – I think she fell hard for Michelle. Does Michelle miss her?"

"I think so. I'm going to try and get them together again, Michelle's very special to me and she deserves to be happy."

"Wow. What a really nice thing to do. That's just so cool, Mason. You're beautiful inside too. But I've got to tell you, looking at your curvy body is getting me so hot. I didn't hook up with anyone tonight and I'm really horny. Can I kiss you?"

"Please."

This kiss was not just warm and friendly, it was sensual, delicious, passionate. Mother and daughter, both could kiss – Mason's desire to bed the daughter was just as strong as her desire to bed the mother. Mason's strong arms held the 19-year old girl tight, she enfused as much of her passion into the kiss as she could, hoping that Tamara's own body would yield to her lesbian lusts.

It did. Tamara moved closer, kissing Mason, their tongues dueling. Mason's hands ran through her long, wavy brown hair, Tamara closed her eyes and let her mind imagine how wonderful it was going to feel having Mason's lips on her skin, her hands on her body, their bodies grinding together, tits against tits, their cunts grinding together, noisy sex filling the house, noises she knew that Samantha could hear. The pair loved hearing each other having sex, it was one of their perverted kinks. Already Tamara could feel her body readying itself for a session of girl-girl loving she knew would leave her weak and trembling.

"I – I want to make love with you Mason, I really do. Would you like to have sex with me? Please, don't stop kissing me – just do it  all over  and make me cum!"

Mason found it very endearing to hear the lanky brunette begging, she quietly agreed and she squeezed Tamara's leather-clad ass. The young darling had a beautiful ass, she couldn't wait to bare it, Mason slid the mini down thighs that were silky soft and subtly perfumed. Tamara reminded Mason of some of her other lovers, they liked the little touches, they were sensualists. Mason's mind drifted briefly to Marta – she and Tamara were alike in some ways, different in others. What was Marta up to right now? When would she and Marta share a bed? Every time she and the younger girl got together, she ached to initiate her into the lesbian arts. It had to happen – soon.

"How's my sweet baby?" Neal grinned as Marta got in the car. Her miniskirt was the tiniest he'd ever seen her wear, it was just a strip of cloth. Her blouse was a black chiffon and she wore nothing beneath it, her skin was bare and sweetly perfumed.

"Fine, sugar daddy. Are we going to lunch first or do we just go back to your place and  fuck ?" the pixieish girl chuckled. The little fling with Neal had become more serious, he was screwing her frequently and bought her nice things. She even had lunch with him on a regular basis, although the first few times, she could have sworn his assistant, Sunny, was giving her dirty looks.

"Are you hungry or horny?" Neal teased. He found 18-yearol old Marta's sexual awakening very sexy, had he not been so crazy about Mason, despite their age difference, he could have fallen hard for the tiny, Brazilian beauty.

"I'm famished, but you know with me, fucking comes first!" Marta purred, squeezing his cock through his trousers. "Have you given any more thought to what I mentioned before – asking Mason if she wants to do it with me?"

It was all Neal had been able to think about every time he saw Marta over the last few weeks – the image of this cute little nymphet and his powerful, sensual girlfriend locked in a carnal embrace. He knew he'd had to be very selective in the way he dealt with Mason if they were going to pull this off.

Mason ran her hands all over Tamara's now-naked body. She was darker than Sam, and sleeker, she wasn't built like a fitness buff. Every caress of Mason's strong, knowing hands illicited a satisfied purr from Tamara.

"You don't work out, like Sam?" Mason smiled as she nuzzled the back of Tamara's neck and ran her fingers down the girl's sleek spine to just above her ass. She felt the tremors that were going through Tamara as she touched her, the younger woman was highly responsive.

"Don't need to – I'm a GoGo dancer at the Blue Pelican nightclub, it keeps me in excellent shape!" Tamara replied with a lazy drawl. Mason's hands continued to explore her languid form.

"You're beautiful, absolutely flawless" Mason intoned as her lips replaced her hands and she rained sweet kisses on Tamara's dark, supple flesh. Tamara raised her head and sighed "That feels so wonderful, please keep doing that. Oh Mason, my body is yours, just do whatever you want and make me cum, please!"

Mason combined rubbing, massaging and licking to enflame the younger girl's senses and to arouse her fully. She had perfect legs, with nicely tapered calves, even Tamara's feet were nicely formed. Mason had slipped the GoGo boots off earlier and was rubbing Tamara's feet, she could see dew forming on Tamara's pussy lips, but it wasn't time to taste – not just yet.

Mason's mind was on the task at hand – turning Tamara into putty in her skilled hands. She worked her magic on Tamara's feet, licking tiny toes and working up soft thighs, seeing the brunette squirm and watching as her hands curled into tiny fists. The daughter did indeed have much of the same passion as the mother and Mason really, turly wanted to eat her pussy, but she exercised self-control and began to caress Tamara's beautiful, round rump and knead it playfully.

"Oh fuck, you have wonderful, strong hands. Mason lover, this feels so fucking good, you teasing bitch, please, please keep on doing that." Tamara moaned. Mason lowered herself down a bit and while she massaged Tamara, she let her hair trail ever-so-gently over Tamara's back. The younger girl sighed and her eyes closed, she was fully under Mason's spell now.

Her face buried in the pillow to muffle her moans, Tamara's lips bore a satisfied smile. Since their mutual confession to liking girls, Sam had brought Tamara many stunning and sensual partners, but she'd outdone herself this time. Dark, passionate Mason had topped them all and they'd barely even started. She yearned to feel Mason's lips on her cunt and she was a hair's breath away from begging when Mason seemed to anticipate her desire.

Mason went in behind and Tamara raised her ass so that the seductive bodybuilder could eat her out and manipulate her body. "Good going, little  slut !" Mason teased as her tongue slithered up and down Tamara's pussy groove, then flatttned and slid side-to-side. Mason then stabbed her tongue in deep and used her hand to pat against Tamara's pussy and to stimulate her clitoris. Tamara felt her body kick into high gear as Mason increased the speed and intensity of her lovemaking.

Silently, with nary a word spoken, Mason flipped the girl over onto her back and began to eat cunt -  hard . She was absolutely merciless and really gave Tamara a good tongue-lashing, fingerfucking, wild session of unbridled lesbian play. Tamara's head snapped back and she wriggled, but she managed to reach out and hold Mason's head firmly between her thighs and prevented her from stopping. Mason feasted on the sopping-wet pussy greedily, her own sexual insatiability surprising her. Her jaw ached a bit, but it was a small price to pay for tasting the lovely snatches she'd feasted on tonight.

Mason kept her hands and fingers equally occupied, really ramming them hard into Tamara's tight cunt. The girl had a "snapper" pussy and it gripped the fingers hard, but Mason also sensed Tamara's orgasm would be heightened because of it. She sucked the girl's dark nipples and licked the flat plane of the girl's stomach as she did her best to give Tamara the fucking of a lifetime.

"Want to mix it up a bit lover?" Mason said as she nuzzled the girl's neck softly. Tamara seemed out of it, so she explained.

She had Tamara lower her body down onto her face and she used her own strength to pull Tamara as close as she could. Straddling Mason, Tamara got the cuntlapping of a lifetime. Her body was creaming and she felt out of control, but she braced herself against the wall as Mason sucked her off to an orgasm that had her seeing stars. She screamed "Oh my fucking  GOD !" and Tamara couldn't hold it any more. Her legs were like jelly and she keeled over, narrowly missing falling on top of Mason. 

Tamara lay on the bed, Mason idly caressing her. She couldn't breathe, she'd never been so winded after sex, but there had never been  anyone  like Mason before.

Tamara stretched out and fondled one of Mason's round boobs, running her hands all over Mason's magnificent, sculpted body. She was at a loss for words as to what to say to Mason, so Tamara just kissed her sweetly a few times and rolled over, raising herself up on one arm. She was beaming.

"Wow. Mason, that was so amazing. I haven't felt like that in – no, I've  never  felt like that. I have to show you my appreciation."

Tamara kissed Mason with sensual desire, just letting her tongue slide along Mason's full, soft lips. Tamara was eager to show Mason that she too, could give pleasure and she wanted to take her time and do a good job. Her fingers skimmed along Mason's firm, sensual form, almost unbelieving at the perfection that was Mason's body. Tamara wanted to show Mason her desire, there wasn't any part of Mason that wasn't shapely, sensual or desirable. Mason made very sensual noises that seemed to come from deep within as the younger girl kissed her body. She just enjoyed Tamara's relaxed style of lovemaking and felt her body awakening sexually yet again.

Tamara had a soft, sexy playfulness that Mason found very appealing. Sex was recreation to the younger girl and as she moved and darted about Mason's body, Mason was delighted to see the girl was no stranger to loving a woman's body. 

Downstairs, preparing coffee and cake, Samantha could hear the creaks of the bed and her daughter's sighs and moans blending with Mason's. She was proud of her daughter's lovemaking skills, it had come very naturally to Tamara. Whenever the pair shared a lover, Sam found the sight of her daughter pleasuring another female almost as sensual as when she herself was in bed with their playmate. Watching Tamara and another girl in bed was almost like watching an erotic painting come to life, she moved with such a supple grace when she was with another girl. Sam knew to bide her time – let Tamara have her fun, she'd go up and watch them in a little while.

Tamara loved the scent of Mason's arousal and the prior aroma of her sex-session with her mother. Mason smelled of fucking – Tamara was now between Mason's sleek thighs and eating cunt for all she was worth. She licked up as much of Mason's spend as she possibly could, craving more. Tamara knew that Mason could hold her in place with those powerful thighs, but she needn't bother – Tamara had no intention of going anywhere.

Tamara's slender, dancer's body was a real turn-on for Mason, and she was such a nimble, agile little lover. She arched herself forward and while her tongue plunged deeply into Mason's needy cunt, she reached out and manipulated as much of Mason's body as she could reach. Even at her tender age, Tamara had experienced many female lovers and she knew how to move and where to touch to arouse them. Men had their merits, Tamara knew – but there was nothing sexier than a beautiful woman at the height of pleasure.

Tamara had a sweet smile on her face as she could see how much pleasure she was imparting to Mason. She pressed her soft hands against Mason's beautiful, round big tits, from underneath, weighing them, then at the sides. Tamara moved her slender body upwards and now she was tit-to-tit with Mason, her stiff nipples against Mason's dark nipples, the pair of them now dry fucking each other. Tamara's tongue slid out and languorously licked Mason's nipples. She took her cues from the shine in Mason's dark eyes and the little coos the dark-haired bodybuilder gave her as her body was being teased and pleased. Mason's body was trembling and twitching, it had been a while since she'd cum this often in a day. Mother and daughter – it was difficult to determine who was better in bed, not that anyone was forcing her to make a choice. As Tamara licked and sucked her upper half, her hands weren't idle, her hand cupped Mason's drenched pussy and rubbed frantically, Mason's body arching up to meet the fingers that rubbed her pussy and clit.

Mason's mind drifted momentarily to Neal – she wondered what he'd make of all this. If their relationship was to move forward, she'd have to tell him about her little sexual pecadillos and let the chips fall where they may. If he was like most men, she doubted he'd mind her playing with other women – but which one should she share with him first?

Neal's wonderful cock was moving in and out of her pussy and Marta was riding him for all she was worth. Neal loved how energetic a fucker the teenage girl was, he also loved how sexy her tiny body looked while she was top-riding him and the blissful look that came over her sweet face while she was being fucked.

"Give it to me, sugar daddy, fuck your little Marta like the teenage  slut  she is!" Marta screamed as Neal's dick slammed deep within her body. It was very sexy to her that Neal wasn't threatened by her aggressive nature – he thought it very sexy, that she just couldn't wait to get naked and start fucking. They had barely been in the door when she wrapped herself around him and began fumbling with his clothes, they were still fused together by the time they got to his bedroom, but most of his clothes had gone. Marta had pounced on him and tackled him to the bed, her tongue flicking all over his skin, her hands squeezing and fondling his naked cock and balls. Marta gave him a quick blowjob to get him hard, but the lusty teen was too horny to wait long and she mounted him quickly and began to fuck him. If there was a better sensation than fucking, Marta hadn't found it. She thought a cock was the best feeling she'd ever had – but she had no basis in comparison, she was going to change that soon. She was going to get a promise from Neal after lunch to set her up with Mason – and if he kept fucking her like this, she might allow him to join them when they were done.

"You've got a gorgeous ass" Mason smiled as she stroked Tamara's body. The little minx had wrung an orgasm out of her that had blown her mind – how had someone so young become so good at pleasuring another person? Someone had taught Tamara to give and receive pleasure and taught her well. Mason thought it best not to worry about who that might be and just enjoy.

"I have to keep my ass gorgeous, I shake it often enough!" Tamara said as she snuggled closer to Mason. They were face to face on the bed, lying on their stomachs, recovering from their romp. It wasn't over yet, Tamara knew – there was a sense of unfinished business hovering in the air.

"So – you're Michelle's roommate, huh? Is she as good as Mom says she is?" Tamara asked, running her fingers through Mason's thick, dark hair.

"Michelle's a wonderful lover, but there are other reasons she's special. I have to find a way to get your Mom and Michy back together – Michy would never admit it, but I think she misses your Mom a lot and would take her back in a heartbeat."

"I want Mom to be happy – I think she'd settle down in a second if she could get Michelle back" Tamara said, nuzzling Mason's neck.

"Oh – I don't think Michelle needs your Mom to settle down, she just needs Sam in her life. Don't worry Tamara – I think I can make things all better."

"I believe it – you can make something else all better too."

"Oh? What might that be?"

"You can help me cum again – my pussy is getting that feeling again, like it needs your tongue buried deep inside."

"Isn't that funny – I have the same feeling." Mason pulled the younger girl to her and kissed her savagely, this time she was going to use her strength to her best advantage. She squeezed Tamara's rounded buttocks, then swatted them and said "This time, you little bitch, I'm calling the shots, get it?"

Despite the lateness of the hour, Tamara was wide-awake. "Yes – of course." Tamara's cunt was pulsating with unfulfilled need, she twisted and writhed as Mason's fingers invaded her pussy and began to fuck her. The gentle nature of the previous sessions was replaced by an anxious, needy urge to fuck and let go with whatever erotic thought came to mind. 

Mason didn't see the need to be gentle this time – she drove her fingers in faster and faster and really let the young dancer have a superb fucking. She drilled her fingers in and out of Tamara's tight cunt, the girl's muscles contracted around her hand, but Mason's strength allowed her to take control. Tamara did her best to keep up her end of the bargain, a kiss here, a fondle there – but there wasn't much she could do this time, Mason was in full control and all Tamara really could do was relax and enjoy the ride – which she did, tremendously.

Mason flipped Tamara over and demanded "Okay, you little  fuckslut , I want you to  eat my cunt  and do a good job, don't stop until I cum on your face – got it?"

Tamara was really getting into this new type of lesbian play. "Yes, I will!" she wailed and felt Mason's body lower to her face. Her tongue shot out and she used her hands to grab Mason's buttocks and hold her in place while Tamara ate pussy. Mason was really getting off on Tamara's licking tongue and it thrilled her that this beautiful young woman, who could likely have any playmate she wanted, was so eager to please her. Tamara's lean, sexy body was wriggling about as she ate pussy, so Mason once again began to fingerfuck the younger woman wantonly. Tamara's howls of pleasure were buried in the warmth of Mason's spasming cunt, Mason had really set off a chain reaction in the sexy brunette.




A Strong Relationship Ch. 04



Kicking things up a notch, Tamara slurped Mason's cunt avidly, but she drilled a slender finger into Mason's ass while she ate her out. Mason jerked forward, slamming her pussy even harder on to Tamara's licking tongue. Tamara could scarcely breathe, but it was  soooo  worth it if she was pleasing the lovely Mason. She hoped Mason would want to visit she and her mother again – they'd show her some of the things they'd done with their other bedmates. She and Sam together would surely blow Mason's fuckin' mind!

"Ohhh Lord – I'm cumming, but don't you stop licking bitch, don't you fucking  stop !" Mason groaned. Her body shook with orgasm and she actually squirted her juices on to Tamara's face. It thrilled Tamara that she'd been so successful pleasing Mason and her own orgasm followed suit.

Mason rolled away and looked into Tamara's dark eyes, they were dazzling. She kissed the girl and hugged her close. "Wow – sexy sure runs in your family. That was fantastic kitten, simply wonderful!"

Sam walked in at that moment carrying a tray laden with coffee and cake. "I'm glad you two lovelies had such a nice time. My – such  noisy  girls!" she laughed, setting the tray down on the nightstand and sitting beside Mason on the bed. She still wore the filmy negligee, it was hard for Mason to decide who was lovelier, the mother or the daughter – but she didn't  have  to chose, did she? She'd been with both and found them wonderful, passionate, inventive lovers.

Sam snuggled beside Mason on one side, while Tamara cuddled in on the other. Mason poured herself a cup of coffee, it was late and she needed the caffeine. Sam cut the cake and spoke to her.

"Well – do you think you can get Michy and I back together? I miss her so, so much!" Samantha sighed.

"I think I have a plan – but I'm going to need the help of this hot little sexkitten here!" Mason said, glancing at Tamara. The girl raised an eyebrow, but Mason said "Don't worry – you won't have to do anything difficult, and I can promise you dear, you will have the time of your life!"



A Strong Relationship Ch. 05



Mason had been ready to call the week a total loss. Work had been grueling. She hadn't been able to snuggle with Michy, who was feeling out of sorts, cramped and achy – Mason knew why. Samantha was out of town and sexy little Tamara had to work this evening, so Mason was left on her own tonight. She decided to treat herself to her favorite Ice Cream and when she got to the store, they were sold out. Neal had been offered an extra writing assignment that paid really well, so she hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks. She was tired, she was cranky, she was fed up and she was horny – and there was nothing she could do about it. Friday night without a date, she was about to go to bed and read a book when the phone rang.

"Hello gorgeous."

"NEAL! Oh, how wonderful to hear from you. Did you finish your assignment?"

"Yeah, a few days early. Babe, I know it's short notice and it's a bit late to ask, but heck, it's worth a try. Do you want to go to dinner tonight? I've got some extra cash from the writing gig and we can do it up nice and ... "

"God yes, darling, you're a lifesaver. It's been a hell of a week, I could use an evening out. It's not quite 8 yet, could you give me until 9?"

"Of course hon, sounds good. How about Bellisima's?"

"Italian sounds good. I'll see you at 9, sweetheart!"

Mason hung up and then realized she'd called him sweetheart. But the more often she saw him, the more certain she was that she was falling for him. He made her heart sing and tonight was perfect evidence that he could brighten up a bad day. She ran to the shower and washed quickly, not wanting to waste a minute of time.

Mason wanted to convey to Neal that she wanted him to come back to her place tonight and fuck her brains out, but she didn't want to be trampy. She had just the right outfit to wear, a very elegant black satin dress she'd bought a year before but never had a chance to wear. The dress was snug, with a slit up the right side and a nice plunge in the back that ended just above her buttocks. She grabbed the dress from her closet and laid it across the bed, then she went into her lingerie drawer and got out a lacy black G-string and black silk stockings. She put those on and hooked the stockings to a garter belt, put on a sheer black bra and looked at herself in the full-lenght mirror. Knowing she looked hot, she put the dress on and took another admiring glance in the mirror – Neal would love this outfit, she was certain of that – and there was no mistaking her message.

She also vowed that tonight she would tell him about her relationship with Michelle and with other women. She wanted to see him make love with Michelle, the thought of seeing her two lovers together and really fucking each other got her so hot, so wet and ... oh God, she thought, I better calm down or I'll attack him the moment he gets here. She smiled – she was almost glad Tamara was working tonight, although a romp with the brunette cutie tonight might have been fun. She hoped Neal had lots of energy tonight – because after dinner, she was going to drag his ass back to her place and fuck his brains out.

 ThumpThumpThumpTHUMP .

Sara Morrison wasn't sure if it was coming from the driving beat of the music or if it was in her own head. She still had the headache – 4 Tylenols hadn't removed it, not even after four hours. It was all his fault.  He  being her boyfriend.

Mick and she had been dating for nearly a year and until tonight, she had been very happy with their relationship. The pretty blonde DJ had caught his eye at the Blue Pelican nightclub, where she worked and he was a VIP customer. Mick demanded Sara's number – people did not say no to the successful attorney – and although Sara turned him down and wouldn't give him her number, the owner  did  give it to him. 

People just didn't say no to "Mick" McKenzie. Mick was persistent, he called every day for a week, sent flowers, came to the club until Sara caved and went out with him. He was smooth and suave and charming, she gave him that. Very attentive. He was patient and didn't rush her into sex, but when they did sleep together, Mick was wonderful in bed. He was everything a girl could want. It seemed to good to be true. It  was  to good to be true. The problem was, a lot of girls wanted what Mick had and he made sure they got it. He was a player and Sara hadn't seen it. Friends had tried to tell her, but it took her seeing him openly making out with one of the GoGo dancers earlier in the night to open Sara's blue eyes wide. She had fumed, she had cried and she had decided it was over. In all the time she'd been going out, Sara hadn't been with anyone else, although opportunities had certainly presented themselves. The hot blonde had been pursued by many a patron and some of the staff. She wanted a revenge fuck. She wanted to cheat on her boyfriend and then flaunt it in his face. Then, for perhaps the first time, someone  would  say no to Mick and that someone was going to be Sara.

She put on another track and standing to her left was Tamara Williams, one of the GoGo dancers at the club. She didn't know the striking brunette very well, but she seemed to be likable and friendly. Sara's boss had asked her to help train Tamara as a fill-in DJ, should one of the others get sick. The Blue Pelican only used female DJ's, a pretty girl spinning music kept the crowds coming through the doors.

"Hey Sara, what's up? You okay hon – you look like you've been crying?"

Sara nodded. "I'll be okay – I just found out what a rat Mick is."

Tamara sighed. She had seen this coming, most of the girls knew what Mick was like. Some – the true whores of the bunch – didn't care, they just wanted the gifts Mick lavished on them or a quick fuck. But girls with self-respect, like Tamara herself, had his number and kept him at a distance. Tamara knew Mick was a total sleaze and she felt bad that Sara had gotten mixed up with the smarmy lawyer.

"I'm sorry Sara – I guess you had to find out sooner or later. Hey, Austin and I are going out after for some pizza – why don't you join us, I know Austin won't mind having two hotties on his arm."

Sara protested, but Tamara had really been wanting to get to know the sexy blonde better. Swinging both ways, she had hoped an opportunity to bed the pretty girl would present itself. She loved life and sex and hoped that she could inject those kinds of feelings into Sara, but Sara had been totally faithful to Mick. Now she had her chance and the sexy dancer wasn't going to let it slip away. At first, she thought of ditching Austin after the pizza, but it'd been a while since she'd had a good fuck and maybe Sara would be up for a little revenge-screwing.

The Pelican closed a few hours earlier, a Private Party was coming and another DJ was spinning the tunes for them. Sara got her coat and prepared to go, when Mick came to collect her, Sara flipped him off. He would've caused a scene, but Austin at 6'5" and 250 pounds of solid linebacker muscle, wasn't intimidated. He told Mick in a strong, masculine voice "Back off turd – the lady isn't buying what you're selling!"

Sara felt very protected and she wondered why she'd never given the College Football player much attention. He was an impressive man, with short-cropped black hair and a solid build. His green eyes were hidden behind black-rimmed glasses and he had a very good mind, his football scholarship helping pay for his way to Med School. He worked at the Pelican as a bouncer to help defray other costs and everyone liked him, Tamara and he were often seen together, Sara wasn't sure if there was anything serious between the two. 

"I think Austin likes you" Tamara said as they were seated at Boston Pizza. The waitress took their order and scurried away, Austin excused himself to use the bathroom.

"Don't be silly, he was just being nice, and besides, you're dating him. I don't go after other women's guys!" Sara said to her companion.

"He and I are just friends Sara – we keep it light, nothing serious. I'm free to go out with whoever I want and  fuck  whoever I want, and so is he!" Tamara smiled, her brown eyes looking into Sara's blue eyes. She hoped a little naughtiness might just loosen the blonde up and perhaps open up a door ...?

Austin returned and Sara stood up and gave him a hug. He had a puzzled look on his face. "What was that for?" he inquired.

"For being a good guy and standing up for me. Mick's a powerful guy – he gets what he wants. Aren't you worried he might try and get you fired?"

"Shit Sara, guys like that are cowards, he won't do a thing, wait and see. Besides, I'm the best bouncer the Pelican has and I'm reliable. They can't afford to lose me."

The pizza and beer came and everyone dug in. Sara's headache was gone and she really liked the company, Austin was so warm and friendly and Tamara was so bright and lively. Despite the lateness of the hour, she didn't want to end the evening. It was Saturday tomorrow – well, it was Saturday now – so she had no plans and she wasn't working. Her only plan for Saturday was sleeping in, and at the moment, Sara wasn't tired.

Tamara couldn't help but notice the sparks flying between the pretty blonde and Austin and it made her smile. She felt Sara's sexiness every time the girl smiled at her and she wanted to make love to the blonde lovely, but she really wanted to feel Austin's cock inside her again. She knew Austin would go for a threesome – he was a man, wasn't he? – but would Sara be up for it?

Sara sighed. "They're closing – darn, I guess the evening's over!" she pouted.

"Says who?" Tamara countered. "We can go back to my place, my Mom's gone for the weekend, not that she'd mind. I have the whole place to myself, we can go back and do whatever we want." She leaned over to Sara and repeated " Whatever " and nibbled her ear.

Sara shied away for a second and looked at Tamara directly. "My God Tamara – are you coming on to me?"

Tamara just gave the girl a sly smile and replied "Maybe – you'll have to come back to my place with me to find out. Austin won't mind – will you,  lover ?"

Austin shook his head – he knew a good thing when he saw it.

"Tamara – I've never – I mean, I'm not a – I don't think I ... "

Tamara lifted Sara's blonde hair and kissed the side of her neck. "Don't think Sara ... just  do . You're very sexy – Austin thinks so and so do I. You can fuck him baby, but I'm part of the package. Why not let your hair down and have a little fun – no strings attached, it's not like you're with Mick anymore."

Sara wasn't sure if it was the mention of Mick's name or the fact that she found herself overwhelmingly attracted to both her companions, but she turned to Tamara and kissed her full on the lips. "Let's go for it!" she enthused and took Tamara's arm on one side, Austin's on the other and exited the restaurant.

It was a cool night, but Sara herself had never been hotter. Tamara and she shared a passionate kiss in the Parking Lot, Tamara's hand sliding under her miniskirt and naughtily, she pinched Sara's ass. She hadn't bothered with panties and Tamara's hand went unimpeded to her bare pussy and stroked it gently. Sara didn't care it was a girl who was arousing her this much, all she knew was  how  much she was aroused. Austin's lips were on her neck from behind and she felt a whopping desire to be fucked. "T-take me to your place, I  need  it!" she practically begged.

They took Austin's car back to Tamara's place and practically broke Speed Limits getting there. Tamara was happy her mother was out of town, although Samantha always enjoyed meeting her daughter's latest conquests. Sam and Austin had fucked a few times, Tamara loved watching her mother screw the younger stud. The two women shared lovers a few times, their tastes ran in exactly the same directions.

The trio stumbled into Tamara's home, kissing and playing, Sara's tiny mini was being pulled off by Tamara who couldn't wait to get out of her own silver, chain-link mini. She pulled of Sara's top and saw the girl's tanned, nude body for the first time – it was exquisite and she proudly removed her tiny black top to show off her own, dark-skinned body to Sara, who eyed her appreciatively.

"I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" Sara said gently, lifting her hand to touch Tamara's cheek. "I'm a little nervous, so if I don't do anything right or ..."

Tamara touched Sara's cheek and leaned over to kiss the sexy blonde. "Don't worry – don't over-think it. We're both sexy and nude – but hey, where the heck is Austin?"

"I'm up here, get up here, I'm horny!" came a voice from the upstairs bedroom. 

"Men – can't live with 'em ... "

"But you  can  fuck without 'em!" Tamara said, adding a funny twist to the old cliché. Tamara intended to show Sara that men weren't always necessary for a good time in the sack, although Austin was better than most. She led Sara upstairs and stopped once, pushing Sara against the wall and rubbing her pussy against Sara's. They were equal in height, around 5'7" and their bodies melded together very nicely. Sara just let herself experience the sweet sensation of her first girl-girl experience and found herself enjoying it very much. It was so unlike kissing a man – no pressure, just softness and gentle touches..

"Hey you two – are you coming or do I start without you?" Austin yelled down at them. Tamara smiled at Sara and said "To be continued ...?"

"Yes ... please."

Austin was laying on the bed and he openly admired the two young beauties. Sara was feeling much looser and got on bed beside him and wasting no time, engulfed his cock in her eager mouth. The blonde girl knew how to suck dick, Tamara noted – she went right down to the base of the shaft and back up again. Not wanting to be left out, Tamara moved herself atop Austin's seeking mouth and waited for him to work his magic. The sultry brunette's body was tingling within seconds, Austin was quite skilled at cunnilingus and he always enjoyed eating pussy, Tamara's in particular. His tongue lashed out and swabbed up and down her cunt while Sara slurped his dick and covered it with her saliva. It glistened, a large pole that desperately needed to be buried in a cunt very soon.

Sara was thrilled to see how nicely Austin was built – Mick might have the cash, but Austin had the cock – but this was Tamara's home and she knew she should defer to her hostess. She gestured towards Austin's bobbing dick, but Tamara shook her head.

"Guests first" the pretty brunette smiled. "I'm quite happy right where I am – and once you ride him, you and I can play, gorgeous!"

Sara liked that idea, so she straddled Austin's cock and lowered herself down on it, taking her time. She was no shy little virgin, but she wasn't quite a slut either, Austin had the biggest cock that had – ever – entered – her – cunt – there – she -  had  - it! Oooh, her body felt electrifying sensations coursing throughout and she felt so alive, those feelings were added to when she began to ride the hard stallion's massive prick. It got even hotter when Tamara leaned over and began kissing her and fondling her round, pink-nippled tits. "Such a pretty baby!" Tamara purred, flattering the pretty blonde.

Sara began to ride Austin's cock with a bit more fury now and was becoming an active participant in their cluster-fuck. She marveled at the sleek softness of Tamara's darker-hued body and how nice a picture the three of them made. She sucked Tamara's nipples, which responded quickly to her loving touch. She could see how wet her friend's pussy was and yet, Austin was keeping the pace, licking her juices as fast as they flowed. Sara just went for the gold and screwed Austin with all the fire she could summon up.

"Sara, ride him baby, whip that sexy blonde hair baby, you look good, fucking Austin like that, fuck him baby, fuck the shit out of his cock!" Tamara yelled, encouraging her new friend to grab all she could. She could see in Sara's eyes that her troubles were forgotten, she was really into it and Austin wouldn't be forgetting this evening any time soon.

The girls got as close as possible and hugged each other tightly, lips kissing and breast pressed together. Sara thought she'd be weirded out having sex with another girl, but it wasn't weird, it was downright  sexy . Their tongues swirled about each other and Austin's cock continued to move in and out of Sara's tight, hot, wet pussy while Tamara continued to revel in the tongue-lashing he was giving her cunt.

Sara thought what an idiotic fucker her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend was – had he played it straight, he might have been able to enjoy an evening like this with her. Cheating on him didn't feel wrong, because as soon as she could, she was going to demand her apartment key back. She deserved respect, even girls who liked to fuck and were kinky deserved honesty and respect!

"Ohhh Tamara, if I like fucking you both this much, does that make me a  slut ?" Sara asked, giving voice to her thoughts. A warm smile came over Tamara's beautiful face.

"Sweetie, slut is just a word and you can take it any way you want. As long as you're honest with your lovers, if you want more than one partner, there's nothing wrong with it. I love to fuck and I adore having sexy people in my bed. Does that make me a slut? If so, then I'm happy to be a slut. I'm proud to be a slut Sara, I empower the word, I wear it as a badge of honor. To me, being a  slut  conveys that I make my own choices about who gets to share my body and bed!"

Packed with cock-meat, Sara groaned and nodded. Tamara made perfect sense and she was giving Sara food for thought, so another kiss, one of gratitude and passion combined, was bestowed on Tamara's full, soft lips. Sara was also grateful to Austin, he had treated her with kindness and respect from the outset, he was being thanked to death, she giggled.

Austin was trapped between the two fuckstresses, but he wasn't complaining. He figured he was up for a pleasant evening of fucking with sexy Tamara, but having Sara thrown in for good measure was an unexpected / welcome bonus. His fantasy girl was riding his cock, she was taking it deep, it was her tits that were bouncing up and down while she rode him!

"Tamara, we should switch places – you need some of his cock darling, he's still so hard and so good – c'mon baby, let's switch places, okay?" Sara said with the gratitude she felt towards the brunette for including her in this evening of pleasure.

"Sounds good Sara honey, but I have an naughtly little idea. Shift around a little – that's it, your pussy is against my face – now taste me, don't rush, take your time. Austin – you get behind me, studmuffin and fuck me as hard as you like, I'm going to eat this cute little morsel the way I've wanted to all night!"

Sara was a bit timid about eating pussy for the first time, but the timidity vanished the instant her lips touched Tamara's sweet muff. She tasted sweet, like a mild honey and now Sara went after her whole-heartedly, really cutting loose and licking the brunette for all she was worth. Tamara, in turn, felt Austin's cock move into her cunt and she slid her own tongue deep into Sara's box and began to show the blonde the time of her life. 

Sara was now – happily – bi-sexual. Tamara's tongue was doing amazing things to her body and she didn't doubt there were many other girls who'd be happy to play these kind of games. She intended to find out. Why should men have all the fun? Tamara had the right idea, she was just going to live in the moment and share her sexuality with whomever she chose. She drove her tongue into Tamara's cunt, which was filled to the brim with Austin's thick cock, which she was able to touch and lick from time to time.




A Strong Relationship Ch. 05



Tamara could see the blissful expression on Sara's face and she was happy that she was at least partially responsible. Austin was going to get some kind of special "thanks" for his role in this evening of debauchery – just what, she didn't know yet – but she vowed she'd make it memorable. He was fucking Tamara a lot harder than he had fucked Sara, she liked her sex with women sensual, but her sex with men wild and primal. Austin was just the man for that – strong and masculine, but secure enough not to be savage. He could always read Tamara's signals and give her just what she wanted.

" Fuck me , give it to me good Austin baby!" Tamara yelled. "Do you see him Sara – isn't his cock sexy, fucking my cunt like this? We're such  sluts  Sara, sharing a man like this, but goddamn, isn't it just the  best ?"

"Fuck, YES!" the blonde howled and her body crashed into wave after wave of orgasm, which triggered Tamara's. Austin tried to hold on, but it was to no avail, when Tamara came, her pussy clenched around his dick and he let loose his load. Greedy, cum-hungry little Sara gobbled it all up and didn't stop until Tamara's pussy was sweet and clean.

Sara felt happy and she had no regrets about having sex with someone other than Mick. They were done. She went into the bathroom to wash her face, humming happily.

Tamara gave Austin a nice kiss and said "I think you should offer to take Sara home in the morning."

Austin was puzzled. "Huh? Why?"

Tamara's wheels were spinning. "Well – to make sure Mick doesn't try anything or send someone around to make trouble for her."

"Oh, sure. Okay then."

Tamara's grin widened. "Oh Austin, I'd appreciate it if you could stick around and keep her company, in case she needs someone to  talk  to!" she winked.



Mason let Neal in the door and took a step back to give him a good look at her. Neal was happy he'd gone with his gut and thrown on a turtleneck and jacket – Mason looked beautiful beyond belief, she was so sensual, he didn't know what to say to her. Neal was in awe of Mason, he couldn't believe this beautiful woman was going out with  him ? She had changed his life and he didn't have the words to express his gratitude. He hoped when he told her about his relationship with Marta and made his request, she wouldn't walk out of his life. He knew losing Mason would break his heart – he had never been so crazy about anyone in his life.

"Wow – you are the most beautiful woman in the world. I still can't believe how lucky I am to have you as a girlfriend. Hmm – you sure you want to go out tonight?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Mason giggled, but she hadn't missed the "girlfriend" comment. He  was  thinking about her that way – good! It might make it easier to tell him about Michy and Tamara and her other playmates – at least, she hoped it would.

"I'm sure I want to go out darling – it's been a  hell  of a week, I need to unwind!" she purred as she kissed his cheek and nuzzled his neck. "But I never said it had to be a  long  dinner."



A Strong Relationship Ch. 06



Mason Evans really wasn't in a good mood and now this – latest development. She honestly couldn't see what everyone was making such a fuss about.

BFD – Ashley "Superbabe" Armbruster was coming to the Gym to do an exhibition. It was great free publicity and Mason's employers had been thrilled their Gym had been chosen for the event, everything had been tidied, repaired, washed, waxed and buffed. Michy had expressed regret she couldn't be there and the rest of the staff was told to be on their best behavior, but Mason herself just couldn't get into it. As far as Mason was concerned, Ashley Armbruster was another bodybuilder who'd gone into Professional Wrestling; in no way did Mason consider her an athlete of any kind.

The rest of the staff and the owners however, had gone Gaga over Ashley's visit and were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Mason just went about her business and tried to get her work done and not let all of this get to her. It would've been easier if she wasn't in a bad mood, but both her beloved Neal and her roommate Michelle were out of town and Mason wasn't getting any. Being a highly-charged, sexual animal, that didn't sit well with the curvy, caramel-skinned brunette bodybuilder & fitness trainer. She'd briefly considered calling Sam, but wanted to set things up with Sam and Michy first and not screw that up. Marta had the flu – Mason pouted, she just couldn't catch a break! 

It was a slow morning at the Gym and Mason was bored to tears – even her most dedicated students were all agog over Ashley's visit, so when Ashley walked in with her entourage, cameras flashing and everyone making a fuss over here, Mason tried desperately to make herself scarce. Sadly, it didn't work out that way. For some reason, the pseudo-celebrity noticed her and walked right over to her, holding out her hand.

"Hi, I'm Ashley Armbruster and you are ...?"

 It wasn't in Mason's nature to be rude; she took Ashley's hand and said "Mason Reynolds. I'm one of the trainers here." She tried to remain friendly, but there was a cool tone to her voice.

"You were going to leave?"

"Yeah. This just isn't my scene and no one's doing much working out right now, so I was just going to call it a day."

"I'm sorry you're not going to stick around. You don't think much of me, do you?" Ashley said, startling Mason a bit with her bluntness.

"I don't think of you as a professional athlete, if that's what you're asking, no," Mason replied with sincerity.

"I worked very hard to get where I am Mason ... I came on the scene with very little and I built myself into a name brand."

 Mason sighed. "No offense Miss Armbruster ..."

Ashley smiled. "Please, call me Ashley."

Mason smiled in spite of herself; Ashley wasn't going to make it easy. "No offense ... Ashley ... but I just don't consider wrestling a sport, it's entertainment. You follow a script, you win or lose depending on popularity – it's more like one of those god-awful 'Reality' Shows I can't abide."

Ashley smiled again; she was quite attractive, despite Mason's dislike of her public persona. "I can't stand them either and yes, there is a scripted routine to what I do. But I am a real athlete – I take my fitness very seriously, as you can see and I train hard. I'm dedicated to being the best I can be. I'd like to get to know you and perhaps change your mind – could we have lunch, dinner?"

Mason shook her head, dark curls falling into her brown eyes, Ashley seemed to looking right into them. "I don't think that's a good idea. I don't dislike you Ashley ... I just don't have much use for your profession."

Ashley's green eyes sparkled for a moment as she tilted her head to one side, as if lost in thought. "What can I do to get you to have dinner with me? Oh, I know – I challenge you to a Fitness Competition, right here. You win, I'll donate – let's say, 1 thousand dollars – to your favorite charity? If I win, you spend the evening with me and let me try to convince you that I'm well worth knowing."

Mason was trying to think of a way out of this when her employer came up behind them both. He'd overheard the latter part of the conversation and he insisted Mason go for it, it would be great publicity for the Gym, he insisted. Mason wished she could shrink in a corner and hide, but there was nothing the young beauty could do but nod and accept Ashley's challenge.

Mason did not like to lose and she did not intend to lose.

Yet lose Mason did, in virtually every contest. Ashley beat her in lifting free-weights by over 20 pounds and in an extra ten reps. On the indoor track in a contest of ten laps, Ashley beat her by a full lap. She did beat Ashley on the Stationary Bike and in sit-ups, but Ashley cleaned her clock with leg presses, beating her there by a full 100 pounds. Mason was absolutely shocked – Ashley had proven her point and she knew she had to be gracious in defeat.

"Congratulations," Mason said, posing for a picture with a smiling Ashley.

"Thank You, you're a good sport," Ashley said gently. "As I recall, we have a deal. You're going to be spending the evening with me, so here's the Hotel I'm staying at – be there by 7 PM, won't you?" Mason took the business card and assured Ashley that she would. She figured, what the hell, with Michy and Neal both away, what have I got to lose? I have to eat, anyway.

Mason made her way home an hour later and changed. She had to admit, she was a bit more intrigued by Ashley than she'd been at the start of the day, there was obviously a very facile mind under that spectacular body. Mason was startled to realize she'd actually noticed, she chalked it up to both Neal and Michelle being away and her libido was feeling a little neglected.

She arrived at Ashley's hotel suite decked out nicely; she wasn't going to let Ashley outdo her tonight. She'd chosen a very light, gauzy white top that fit her nicely and put a black lace bra over her 38-inch tits. She'd always maintained her figure and her 5'8" body was clad in black leather pants that hugged every curve, and black stilettos. Mason hoped that wherever they went this evening, she might be noticed in Ashley's company, as Mason truly loved being the center of attention. The concierge of the Hotel showed her where Ashley's suite was located, his eyes never leaving her rounded ass. Mason put a little extra wiggle in her walk, why give the poor guy a cheap thrill?

Mason reached the room, knocked and the door was opened by a near-naked Ashley. The only thing the tall blonde was wearing was a bath towel; her hair was still slightly damp. Ashley smiled and asked Mason to come inside.

"I'm sorry, the day got away from me, but there's a nice bottle of champagne over there if you'd like a drink, the Hotel sent it up. I wouldn't mind a glass, if you'd care to pour one."

Mason found it hard to take her eyes off Ashley's body – up close; her chiseled body was absolutely devastating.

"So, where would you like to go to dinner?" Mason asked, trying to distract herself.

"Oh, we can go to dinner lately – as you recall, our deal was that I have you for the evening!" Ashley smiled. "You may also recall that I was going to convince you that I'm worth knowing."

Mason nodded. "Yes, I recall. How do you plan on doing that?"

Ashley's answer was to drop the towel and reveal her body to Mason; she was now standing in front of Mason, totally naked. Mason was stunned, but recovered quickly. She went over to Ashley, who wrapped her arms around the luscious brunette and kissed her, feeling Mason's big tits pressed into her own. Had Mason not been wearing 4-inch heels, she would have stood taller than the pretty brunette, as it was, they were just right.

"I promise to be very persuasive," Ashley said, breaking their embrace. From the moment she'd set eyes on Mason, she knew the pretty brunette was bi-sexual and sensed she was suppressing a latent desire to bed Ashley. Ashley intended to show Mason she didn't have to suppress anything, because Ashley hadn't been to bed with a man in over a year, she was heavily into women at the moment and she sensed Mason could give her a run for her money in the sack. Their little contest had been a way for her to size Mason up.

Mason's head was reeling, but she didn't really mind. She felt her heart thumping, with her boyfriend and roommate-lover away, she knew she could use a little sexing up and Ashley would be more than happy to provide it. She acted on Ashley's earlier instructions, poured them both a glass of champagne and lifted her glass.

"Here's to a lovely evening."

"Here's to a night of hot lezzie sex!" Ashley teased back, clinking her glass with Mason's, who sputtered a bit at the first mouthful, then regained her composure.

"Wow – you really lay your cards on the table, don't you Ashley?" Mason said as she sat down in a chair, Ashley sitting opposite from her, totally unconcerned with her nudity.

Ashley sipped her drink, then took a large mouthful, got up, poured another half-glass and sat back down. "Yes, I do Mason. With my lifestyle and career, I don't have time with my schedule to play games or waste time. I'm turned on by you – I am very into girls and you're smoking hot. I want to take you to bed and show you that I'm a sexual athlete as well, if you're not too hungry and can wait on dinner, I'd love for us to go into that bedroom, be naked together and blow each other's minds."

Mason found herself liking Ashley more each minute, the sexual heat between them was palpable and Mason also got a mental image of blonde, Amazonian Ashley and her own caramel, curvy body tangled up together and she began feeling very wet and horny. She stood up, took one last mouthful of drink and walked over to Ashley and sat in her lap. She sucked one pink nipple of Ashley's massive – 34DD? – tits and Ashley sighed and ran her fingers through Mason's dark, curly hair.

"I knew you were into me, you naughty bitch!" Ashley sighed. "Are you gay or ...?"

"Bi," Mason replied. "I have a boyfriend and a roommate I sleep with from time to time, but they're both out of town at the moment. Don't worry though, it's all cool. So, you said something about a bedroom and us blowing each other's minds?" Mason got up and held out her hand to Ashley, who giggled – it almost seemed out of place with her image – and escorted Mason to the bedroom. 

The bedroom was plush, inviting and very comfortable. Ashley stretched out on the bed, her blonde hair spilled about, she resembled a very sensual lioness. Mason felt her body responding to Ashley's raw sensuality and there was also the thrill of having a new lover, something she always got a kick out of. Mason moved in close to Ashley, slid her tongue into Ashley's mouth in a warm greeting, then moved away and decided she'd put on a little show for the statuesque blonde.

Mason hummed a little and moved about the room, she knew how to dance in stilettos, she and Michelle often went dancing and always played up how sexy they were, played it to the hilt, she and Michy vamped it up. Her ass in the tight, black leather pants looked great, she knew, and she could feel Ashley watching her every move. She brought her hands down, cupped her tits in the filmy top, then slowly, with a tease, removed the top and tossed it on the bed. The bra followed, gorgeous round orbs spilled free, she moved close to Ashley, then pulled away. There was then a zzzzippppp as Mason unzipped the tight leather pants, a barely-audible noise as she slid them off her legs and now wore only thong and heels. She crawled on to the bed beside Ashley and said "Okay, my horny blonde slut, would you like to take my thong off and see how wet my pussy is now?"

"Oh God, yes!" Ashley smiled as Mason stretched out and lifted her hips. Ashley took off the tiny thong and saw Mason's beautiful pussy, the time for tease was done. She moved close, paused and then went for the kill, attaching her sucking lips to Mason's horny cunt. Mason yowled with pleasure, she'd gone too long without some hot sex and this felt fucking amazing. Ashley's tongue was hitting all the right spots, she licked, she whorled it about, she used it like a miniature cock, stabbing deep inside Mason's pussy, rarely had Mason's cunt had a tongue this knowledgeable doing such fantastic things to it.

"Oh God, you're a fucking sweet little bitch!" Ashley groaned as her glistening face emerged from between the darker woman's smooth thighs. "I love how you taste and you're very responsive, baby. So Mason – want to find out how I react to a tongue licking my cunt?"

Sensing that Ashley enjoyed strong, in-control women, Mason said "You probably love having your cunt eaten by another woman, you lezzie slut-queer. You've got an incredible body, I bet you've got lots of hot women lining up to eat your pussy, but you're mine tonight bitch and I'm going to tear you apart!"

Ashley groaned as Mason's tongue went right into her pussy after that, the younger woman had found her out. "Yeah, a lot of my other female fans would kill to be where you are right now slut, eating my juices. Keep it up baby, you're a good little tongue-fucker Mason!" 

"I am, aren't I slut?" Mason retorted, her face coated with Ashley's spend. "I love sex, in all forms, so I work on that as much as I work on my body!" She resumed eating Ashley's pussy, enjoying some of the most heated lesbian sex she'd known in recent months.

"That's a ... oh God ... fucking good ... shit, that's it ... philosophy, oh fuck, yeah!" Ashley groaned between spasms of outright pleasure. She'd been with many women in her career, Mason had eclipsed them all with ease.

"I want us to make each other cum, let's do that baby, sound good?" Mason purred. Ashley was almost out of breath, a rarity for her, she and Mason tumbled together into a sixty-nine. It was almost like their earlier competition, a challenge to see who the superior being was, but in this case, there would be no losers and the payoff would be one huge, honkin' CUM!

The horny duo clutched at each other for dear life, neither one of them was planning to slow down any time soon. Mason couldn't believe it – Ashley had somehow sensed she liked her sex slow, unhurried and sensual, tongue and fingers applying languid strokes to the body to keep her just on the precipice of pleasure. She, in turn, had deduced that Ashley liked her sex on the wild side, fingers plunging in deep, tongue lapping and sucking the clit, keeping it as wild as she could, but teasing, also not letting the other one have just what they wanted ... yet.

Their bodies were heaving, bucking and writhing, sexual heat that could have set fire to the room. Mason's initial dislike of Ashley was now replaced by growing desire, she had only met a few partners who were her sexual equal and kept her on her toes. Her body was almost reaching a new state of arousal, new heights that Mason would not previously have believed existed.

"God damn, God damn, GOD DAMN!" Ashley groaned as her body twisted in the throes of Mason's embrace. For the first time in her life, she regretted the nomadic existence she led with her wrestling career – she could have quite easily gotten hooked on Mason and this kind of savage loving the pretty bodybuilder seemed to be capable of providing.

For a time, the sensual, physically-fit beauties just languished in bed, kissing and licking, but it seemed at precisely the same time, that was no longer enough for either of them. They spurred each other on with words and actions and caresses until Mason arched forward, her body in full climax, Ashley following a minute or two later.

They both lay there, panting and exhausted, fingers just trailing over each other's bodies and big tits and coming down from their sexual high. Ashley finally sat up, indicating Mason should do likewise. She went to the closet, got out a pretty black dress that came to just above the knees, a clingy silver top and some sexy lingerie, heels and stockings.

Mason pouted. "Poop. You got to see me undress, I only to see you put clothes on. No fair." She mock-sulked.

"After dinner babe – if you think you can handle another round like that, we'll come back here and you can rip them off me, if you like. I'm pretty sure you can handle it, right?" Mason nodded. "Well Mason, have I convinced you that I'm a real athlete?"

"Sexual athlete, damned right. Over dinner, you can make your case for the other." Mason teased.

Ashley sighed. "I can see I'm going to have to do my best to win you over. I guess there's some benefits to that – I might have to pay you a return visit so that I can continue to – press my case."

Mason smiled warmly. "I see, Ashley. I just might have to increase my workouts then – you put on a very convincing – and exhausting – argument," Mason said as the two new friends linked arms and left the Hotel room for their dinner date.



A Strong Relationship Ch. 07



Mason was becoming happier and more comfortable in her relationship with Neal as time went on. He let her live her life and he lived his, yet Mason knew if she needed him ... for anything ... he'd have been there in a second.

Nor did her obsess over his masculinity. Most men would have been very unhappy about having a girlfriend who could, quite literally, kick their ass. Neal Gordon didn't even give it a second thought. He knew who he was and even believed that destiny had drawn him and Mason together. Neal thanked his lucky stars, counted his blessings and gave thanks to the powers that be EVERY day that he was fortunate enough to have someone like Mason in his life. She was strong, tall, curvy and powerful, but she was sexy, adventurous and fun to be with. Mason took every day as a new adventure and had brought Neal along for the ride.

Neal had always been in nice shape, but Mason was a fitness buff and wanted him to be able to keep up ... in the bedroom and out. He began to ride his bicycle a lot more and swim and eat healthier. It paid off in the bedroom, his stamina increased and one recent night, he fucked Mason until she begged him to stop. He teased Mason she was lucky her roommate Michelle wasn't home or he would have fucked her next.

Mason was still trying to figure out a time to introduce that very possibility into their relationship. She wanted everything out in the open with Neal; Michy was someone she loved dearly. The thrill of having Michy and Neal in bed together was one that made her wet with desire. Women were a big part of her sexuality ... Michelle, Sam, Tamara and Ashley had all brought wonderful pleasures to her life and she wanted those to continue, but openly. She was fairly sure Neal was enjoying Marta, but at the moment, their relationship was almost "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" and Mason wanted that to change. She wanted to share her adventures with Neal, full disclosure and she wanted to know how adorable little Marta was progressing. 

Mason hoped that she would be able to see Michy and Neal screw each other very soon. Michy was one of her oldest friends and, next to Neal, her favorite lover. Sooner or later, she was going to have to bring them together, because she wanted them both to remain in her bed ... forever? Yes, Mason was fairly certain her feelings for Neal now ran that deep.

Mason had decided to dip a toe into Neal's world this time, which is what had brought them here. The Chicago Comic Con was a huge event and Neal had finally been able to sell his character, Warrior Woman, to an independent publisher. The first 3 issues had already sold out and were going to 2nd printings. Neal insisted it was because he had based the visuals on Mason, she told him it was because his writing was daring and sexy. He had insisted his artist friend base the character on Mason and Neal had enjoyed taking a series of photos of Mason for artistic reference. Of course, there were some photos that Neal had kept for himself.

There was a strong undercurrent of sexuality in the book and Neal had received many E-Mails from female fans telling them how hot they thought the book was. Neal read a few of them to Mason and she was very impressed with his recent success.

Neal was in an over-the-moon state of mind. He'd attended Comic Cons before, but this time, he was one of the guests. Still, he was star-struck, meeting celebrities like Bill Mumy and Mark Hammill and Johnny Galecki, comic legends like Joe Kubert and Murphy Anderson and people he admired, like Adam Hughes, Brian Bolland and Warren Ellis.

Mason was happy that Neal was happy. He was very supportive of her bodybuilding / physical training work, why shouldn't she be equally supportive of his? She manned his table a few times while he was schmoozing and far from being the "geeks" comic fans had been stereotyped to be, she found most of them articulate and interesting. Quite a few of them were girls and several of them were in costumes that were quite naughty, some almost scandalous. More than one "Catwoman" attracted her attention and the "Emma Frost" costumes were highly pleasing to the eye.

Just as Neal was returning to the table, a very curvy, tall blonde approached the table. Wearing a snug white sweater and tight white jeans, she caught a glimpse of Mason and walked towards the table. "Wow, are you entering the CosPlay contest later on? If not, you should. You're the spitting image of Warrior Woman." The blonde said.

"Actually, Warrior Woman is the spitting image of her," Neal said, moving closer to the front of his table. "I'm Neal Gordon, Warrior Woman's co-creator." Neal's artist friend was having a conversation with DC Comics about doing some work when he had free time in his schedule. He told Neal he was firmly committed to their book, Warrior Woman came first.

"Oh wow, it's so nice to meet you," The pretty blonde said. "My name is Karen, I'm a big fan of the book and what you're trying to do with her sexuality – keep the readers guessing without saying things outright." Karen winked. 

"Let me guess, you ARE in the CosPlay contest, right?" Neal smiled, extending his hand. "I'd guess – Powergirl?"

"Right on the mark. Last year, I did Dumb Bunny from the Inferior 5. The year before, I did Angel from Angel & the Ape. Got my boyfriend to dress up as Sam. We won." Karen giggled. "When you're built like I am, you might as well take advantage of it."

Mason watched her boyfriend interact with the pretty blonde and at last, she figured it was time. Mason had enjoyed several sexual escapades since they'd been together and Neal had never tried to impose any type of limit on her. He accepted Mason at face value and cherished her for that. Mason thought it was time he got a little payback.

"Karen, you and Neal seem to be having a nice conversation, but I'm famished. When's the contest?" Mason asked.

"Oh, not until tomorrow," Karen responded.

"Oh, that's good then. Why don't you join us for dinner, I don't think Neal would mind, would you sweetie?" Mason smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry ... perhaps you have plans with your boyfriend."

"EX-boyfriend ... he couldn't handle my being ... who I am. I'm sorry, I didn't get your name, I just keep thinking of you as Warrior Woman," Karen chuckled.

"That's okay. My name is Mason," Mason said, holding out her hand. Karen took it and instantly, she knew her instincts were spot-on. Karen was totally into her and Karen was also very much into girls.

Mason let her boyfriend take over the decision making; Neal had been to Chicago several times before and knew the best places to eat. She made sure to stay close to Karen and flirt a bit, but not so outrageously that Neal would get wise just yet. She hoped that Karen would pick up on her subtle clues. She found herself liking Karen more with every passing minute; the blonde was a CPA and a member of Mensa. She was also in terrific shape, with 34D tits that she proudly admitted were the real deal.

"I know girls who've paid a lot of money to get a set like that," Mason whispered naughtily into Karen's ear, putting her hand over Karen's. The blonde squeezed her hand.

"So do I," Karen said in a soft, dulcet tone. Things were moving along very nicely and their food was spectacular, Neal had chosen a nice steakhouse and the music was at the perfect level, not too loud that they couldn't talk, but loud enough that no one else could listen to them.

"You're really luck to have a guy like Neal ... I wish I could find a boyfriend like that," Karen sighed, a little tipsy from her 3rd glass of red wine.

"I might be willing to loan him to you sometime," Mason said, making her move. "Or I might even be willing to share him with you; if that's something you might be interested in." Mason emphasized her point by planting a little peck on Karen's cheek and squeezing her hand. Neal hadn't noticed, he was busy finishing off his last bites of steak.

"Wow, you're really up-front," Karen grinned. "What about Neal, shouldn't you ask him?"

"Karen, just look at the two of us. What sane man is going to pass up the chance to go to be with us? Believe me; Neal would love to fuck you ... but so would I. You're into women, aren't you?" Mason asked.

Karen's head looked down, then back up. "Yes. It's one of the reasons my boyfriend and I broke up, he caught me making out with a contestant last year and he freaked."

"What a moron," Mason said derisively. "Neal might freak too, but in a good way. Let's flirt with him a bit; he and I have never done a threesome together. I want to mess with his mind a little," Mason giggled.

The girls had been sitting on either side of Neal and now moved closer. Neal had no idea what Mason was up to, but they were practically on top of him now.

"Okay you, something's going on in that devious mind of yours," Neal said, looking at his lady-love. "What gives?"

"Oh sweetie, Karen and I were just discussing ... inter-company crossovers ... weren't we Karen?" Mason said in a sugary tone.

"Mmm-hmm, yes we were," Karen smiled.

"You've lost me," Neal said, blinking.

"Powergirl and Warrior Woman," Mason said, her voice barely above a whisper. At first it didn't register, then Neal's eyes went wide. 

"Do you mean ...?"

"Yes, I do. I'm sure you've been wondering about me ... about me and Michy and the answer is yes. Tonight, lover-man, this gorgeous babe and I are going to make your fantasies come true. I can't wait to see you fucking this gorgeous, big-titted blonde, but I'M going to have her first."

"Karen? You're sure you're okay with this?" Neal asked, still not believing this was really about to happen.

"I thought about sleeping with both of you 5 minutes after I met you," Karen said candidly. "You aren't the typical comic creator Neal, you're buff and Mason's absolutely gorgeous. Let's stop screwing around and go to your hotel and ... screw around." Karen laughed.

Neal paid the cheque, sure that any minute he'd wake up and find himself in some parallel dimension. That was what was happening, right? It was the only thing that made any sense – guys like him didn't get opportunities like this. Then he remembered what Mason had been telling him for the last number of months – she was with him because he was comfortable in his own skin and not threatened by her physicality. Okay – so let's go and prove her right, Neal thought.

They were barely into the hotel room when the girls were all over each other. Neal had been suspicious during the time they had been a couple, but to see Mason in the arms of another woman ... and what a woman at that ... was a mind-blowing sight. The two of them were toned, buff and fit, imposing figures, but they were also grabbing at each other, mouths practically fused together and for a brief moment, it almost seemed like they were unaware of Neal's presence. Mason was helping Karen get her white sweater off and over her head; Karen's body was almost as sculpted as Mason's and her lingerie was almost as pretty. Mason tugged Karen's jeans down next and Karen kicked them away, leaving her in only bra and panties. "Your turn," Karen said and Neal could easily hear the want and desire in her voice.

Watching Mason appreciate another woman was very erotic and sensual. Her eyes were taking Karen in with undisguised lust, Mason was getting out of her dress and Neal could see that Karen obviously liked the sexy black lingerie Mason had on underneath. They moved back together and kissed, tongues meeting hungrily and edging towards the bed in the middle of the room.

Mason almost pushed Karen down on to the bed and then, she was swarming all over the beautiful blonde. Like his Mason, Karen's body was a work of art, her skin was a bit paler than Mason's own naturally-dark complexion, but she was still tanned and you could easily make out the sleek ripples of the muscles she obviously worked hard at to achieve. Mason's hands were all over Karen's 34D tits, squeezing and fondling and then he saw her lips move down Karen's body, enjoying the Amazonian blonde. Neal didn't think he'd ever seen Mason look so turned on and when she spread Karen's long legs, the 5'10" blond wrapped them around Mason's back as Mason began eating her cunt.

It was gorgeous to watch, the dark brunette Mason and blonde, sexy Karen, locked together, groaning and moaning as Mason worked her magic on Karen's body. She was holding Mason in place with her long, powerful legs, not that Mason had the desire to go anywhere. Karen's hands also had fistfuls of Mason's wavy dark hair and her eyes were closed, all she was doing was hissing "Oh yeah, ohhh fuck, yeah!"

Neal himself just stood there watching, after about 10 minutes; Karen became impatient and flipped her new playmate over. Now the two of them were side by side and for the first time, Neal experienced the thrill of watching his lover '69' with another woman. He'd thought about it, fantasized about it, but the reality was far, far sexier.

"Are we being selfish?" Karen whispered to Mason. "He hasn't made a move on either of us; he's been a perfect gentleman."

"Tsk – he should know better," Mason giggled. "Neal darling, I think we've heated things up enough, get your ass over here, get naked and join us. I think Karen could use a little cock, I know I could." Then Mason made a bad pun. "Although I guess I should warn Karen, you don't HAVE a little cock."

Neal's eyes rolled back in his head, he adored Mason, but she could sometimes be a bit goofy. Still, he moved between the two women, looking into Mason's dark eyes and then into Karen's aqua eyes, which were quite dazzling. The busty women on either side of him would be a formidable challenge, but he was more than up for it.

Karen began unbuttoning Neal's shirt, looking into Mason's eyes for approval. She found it and had her lips on his bared chest while Mason had his pants down, then off. Mason went for her lover's cock as fast as she could, licking and sucking his cock while she gave Karen the chance to make out a bit with Neal. Neal, Mason knew, was one of the few men who could kiss as well as a woman could and she could see from the heaving of Karen's massive chest that Neal was his usual talented self.

Karen was panting hard and after her little make-out session with Mason, on the verge of cumming. She moved down Neal's body and joined Mason in licking and sucking Neal's cock. Mason hadn't used the slightest bit of hyperbole, Neal was nicely built and Karen knew that once she had his cock inside of her, she'd have no problem cumming on it. While they were playing with him, Neal was far from idle, his hands were running all over their sleek torsos and he was using his fingers to play with their hair. Neal did his best to make sure he didn't favor one girl over the other, Karen was gorgeous, but Mason was his true love and he always intended to make sure she knew that.

"Do you like to ride?" Mason asked Karen, who nodded enthusiastically. "Good, because he really loves it when I ride him. Get on top of him Karen, Neal; I'm going to ride your face. You're getting double-teamed baby, what do you think of that?"

Neal really didn't get much of a chance to answer, because Karen had climbed on to his cock and was corkscrewing her firm, taut body down on top of him, her muscles already squeezing him and her face changing into a blissful expression. As for his Mason, she was moving on top of his face and now his tongue was digging into her cunt. He could barely make out Karen leaning forward to kiss Mason; their big tits mashed together, Karen's big tits rubbing sensually against Mason's. Neal could hear them kissing and making out, the two of them seemed to be really into each other and Neal was turned on by that. Both women were grinding against him, Karen's pussy was taking his cock as deep as it could go, while Mason's pussy was pressed hard against his face and he was licking for all he was worth.

Karen was really fucking; she was obviously an active partner, the kind Neal had always enjoyed. Mason was a very active, eager fucker, Karen wasn't far behind. The blonde was putting herself out there, energetically giving Neal a wild fuck. He was lucky to be in good shape, because only someone in top physical form would have the stamina to keep up with these two beautiful hellions.

Mason moved from on top of his face and then he felt Karen lifted from his cock. He saw them kiss again and now Karen was on all fours, her face buried in Mason's wine-red cunt-lips, while she wiggled her ass in his direction. Neal got the hint immediately; he grabbed Karen's hips and shoved his cock deep into her cunt. Karen howled and then her screams were hushed as Mason held her face deep against her pussy. Karen knew what she was doing; Neal could see her tongue moving all over Mason's pussy, slurping up Mason's spend. He'd never seen her so wet and the expression on her face was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed before as well, Mason seemed to be lost in sexual pleasures, almost out of it with happiness. Neal kept shagging Karen, he wasn't even sure of Mason was 100% sure of her surroundings, but he sure as hell was. Karen kept slamming back against him, letting him know she was appreciative of the hard fuck she was getting. She was a bit feistier than Mason, but the differences were enjoyable. Mason couldn't have picked a better partner for their first threesome, the fact that the girls were voluptuous, yet still somewhat difference in appearance made for a very sexy, exciting contrast.

Mason's mind came back to reality – Karen was an amazing, lusty bitch, one of the hottest she'd been with, and she could see from the way Neal was fucking her, that he agreed with her assessment. Mason always had a pretty girl or two on the side to share her bed and now was sure that Neal would be totally cool with that; she hoped that she'd be able to add Karen to that list, because this bouncy-titted slut was a smoking-hot piece of ass!

"Give it to her darling, fuck this big-titted blonde whore, she loves it, she's eating me up!" Mason cried out, encouraging Neal. He winked at her and slammed hard into Karen's pussy again, she groaned and her body arched, Mason could tell that the blonde had just cum.

Karen considerately hopped off Neal's cock; she could tell he didn't need to cum just yet. Mason moved alongside of him and he fucked her from behind, his cock moving in and out of her pussy while Karen spurred them both along by licking at the juncture of Mason's cunt and Neal's cock at the same time. With his arms wrapped around her waist as they fucked side-by-side, Neal was able to wink at Karen to let her know what a good time they were having. He could tell from experience that Mason's climax was nearing, she was making those noises and "that" face that always signaled an orgasm was imminent.

Neal had come to know his lady-love well. Mason's pussy clenched tight as it always did when she came, her body rocked a bit and then she released, her body unclenched, she screamed and her head went back. Karen didn't stop, she stroked at Neal's cock until he finished deep inside of Mason's cunt. Once he had finished cumming, Karen tapped him on the shoulder and moved into place, cleaning Mason up with an eager, seeking tongue.

"Wow," was all that Mason or Karen was able to utter for the time being. The girls were done for a little while and just lazed together in bed, snuggling close. Neal went to shower and order some Room Service. As he went into the bathroom, Mason heard him say quietly to himself "Best ... Convention ... EVER!"



A Strong Relationship Ch. 08



Poor Mason had a terrible case of the blues. She and melancholy had become close companions over the past several weeks and try as she might, she just couldn't shake off her huge case of the glums.

Life over the past few weeks had been terribly lonely. Neal was now on the road because of Warrior Woman, the sales kept escalating and he credited her for that. They had printed variant editions with photo covers and they had sold out within a day. The company had gone to additional printings with new photo covers and those too, had sold out. Originals were going on E-Bay for big bucks and Mason herself had been asked to autograph some copies. Ashley Armbruster had called her and asked her how she liked being in the limelight now. The two friends teased each other and Ashley promised to visit soon. Mason thought perhaps Neal could create a character based on Ashley's look. She knew that her friend would be up for something like that.

With Neal gone, Mason was lonely far too much of the time. She could no longer deny the fact that she was in love with him. He was funny and talented and sweet and all man. He wasn't threatened by her in any way; their little tryst with Karen had removed all the doubts in Mason's mind. He was prepared to take her as she was, including her relationship with Michelle - if one still existed.

For some reason, over the past few weeks, Michelle had been a bit aloof and very distant. She didn't even speak to Mason when they were at work and she avoided being in their apartment together. Did Michy know about her sleeping with Samantha and with Tamara? If she did, why not come out and confront Mason about it? Mason might have broken some archaic "girl code" by sleeping with Michy's ex, but that was her style to be jealous or possessive. Try as she might, Mason could not get a read on her roommate's emotional state.

It was not at all like Michelle to be cold or to be so mercurial in her temperament. Mason even began to wonder if Michy herself might be having an affair. The strangeness of it all bothered her and she began to lose sleep over it. Next to Neal, there was no one else in the world that Mason cherished more than her Michy. She had to get to the bottom of it all, so she called the one person who might have an inkling as to what might be going on and asked Samantha to meet her for lunch. She didn't need to twist Sam's arm, the gorgeous blonde was thrilled for any excuse to meet with Mason again.

One look into Mason's beautiful dark eyes and Samantha knew that something was amiss. After a good, stiff drink, Samantha got the full story out of Mason. She sat back and a look of concern crossed her own lovely features.

"I don't think Michelle knows about us babe, I certainly haven't told her and I don't think that she's in contact with Tamara," Samantha said with total candor. "It wouldn't matter anyway; she has no right to dictate how I live my life - not any more. We're not currently together and IF - and I do stress if - we ever do get back together, we're going to make sure all the rules are laid out for the both of us. No matter, she still doesn't have the right to make you so miserable. That isn't like Michy; it isn't like her at all."

Normally strong and in control of herself, Mason trusted Samantha enough to let her guard down. She sniffled a little and wiped her tear-filled eyes. "Thanks for talking to me, I thought that maybe I was just going crazy or imagining things. The two of us can normally talk about anything, but lately, she's been clamming up around me. We aren't sleeping together; she's been a regular ice queen. I'm not getting any from my boyfriend or from Michy, a girl can only take so much rejection," she sighed.

"It's not as if your boyfriend is rejecting you babe, no man would be that insane," Samantha chuckled. "He's just busy with work. I don't think anyone with a heartbeat would reject someone as sexy as you. Tell you what, why don't we finish our lunch and then hit the sheets?"

Mason sighed and then shook her head, curly brown hair framing her face. Samantha remembered how that gorgeous face had looked in the throes of passion. "I can't Sam, I really can't. I'd love to blow off work for a chance to enjoy an afternoon with you, but they asked me to come in around 4 for a meeting. It's some big deal, no one else is supposed to know about it. Soon gorgeous, I promise. It's too good between us for me to put off for too long," she grinned at Samantha. She allowed herself to indulge in a little PDA and as their server walked by, she smiled. More and more, Mason was becoming quite comfortable with her sexuality.

She arrived at the gym a little before 4 PM and saw the owner engaged in a discussion with two people she had not seen before. They were an attractive black couple who appeared to be in their early-30's. Both of them were gorgeous, the woman was around 5'7" in height and appeared to be of mixed race ancestry. Her man - boyfriend - husband? - was around 6'4" in height and impeccably dressed in a well-tailored suit and shoes that cost more than Mason likely earned in a month. When her boss saw Mason, he motioned for her to join them. "This is the young woman I've been talking to you both about," he said to them, introducing Mason. "I think she will be able to fulfill your needs quite well."

"Why do I feel there is something going on here that I'm not a part of?" Mason asked. The female of the attractive couple laughed and held out her hand.

"I'm Lynn Lindeland," she introduced herself. Mason had heard the woman's name before, but couldn't place it. "I'm an actress ..." that was when Mason placed her, she was an actress on a soap that Mason used to watch "... Marcus is my fiancé, we're doing a new project together and your boss suggested you might be able to help us."

"If you're willing," Marcus smiled and Mason's heart fluttered a bit. Her libido was so out of whack that had Marcus made a move, she might have succumbed. In fact, she found both of the handsome couple sexually appealing. "Lynn and I are involved in a controversial new project and it's all very hush-hush. This all has to be under the wire."

"Consider me curious," Mason smiled, leaning in close to the couple. She was sure that they were both checking her out and that was fine with her. Mason continued to be very proud of the work she had put in sculpting her body. Admiration from both sexes was always welcome, it was one of the reasons she had worked so hard. Her boss suggested that they use his office and left the three of them alone to discuss business.

"We're going to be involved with a very controversial, sexy new series for cable and for the web," Lynn explained as they all sat down. Her skirt rode up and Mason let herself stare at Lynn's beautiful, shapely legs. "All of the actors involved will be real-life couples as well."

"Interesting," Mason commented.

"We haven't gotten to the interesting part just yet," Marcus smiled with a twinkle in his eyes that informed Mason there was something wild in the offing.

"Okay, is this going to be a series I'm going to want to watch?" Mason questioned with a naughty little grin of her own. 

"Definitely, and likely, all of your friends will want to watch as well," Lynn explained. "It's about 4 couples at different stages of their lives - but the sex scenes - they're all going to be real," Lynn told Mason.

"Wow!" Mason said with a loud whistle. "You can count on it, I'll be watching - especially for your scenes," she flirted a little. The couple chuckled. "I still don't understand, why do you need me?"

"We were just about to get to that," Lynn smiled and let her eyes flirt right back. "Marcus and I are both in good shape and neither of us have a hang-up about nudity. Still, we want to look our best if we're going to be filming in the buff. If we're going to be performing in the all-together, we don't want any little bulges. We're vain enough to put in the work to get in the best shape we've ever been in. Your boss is going to let us use his gym and we're going to set up a schedule where we'll be the only ones here. He suggested you might be interested in being our personal trainer, for which we're willing to compensate you nicely."

Mason looked at Lynn and Marcus and her first instinct was to agree. They were an interesting couple and physically, gorgeous. Still, it meant more work and more time away from Neal and Michelle, even if her status with Michy wasn't certain. She had to think this through. No rash decisions she would regret later on.

The holidays were coming up and although she had one gift in mind for Neal, a few extras wouldn't hurt. Michelle was difficult to buy for, so some extra money would be a perk. She might spread the wealth a bit further, to Michelle, Tamara and to lovely Marta. "Just how much compensation are we talking about?" Mason asked candidly. She quickly thought of a figure and hoped they wouldn't think her too greedy when she named it. Wisely, she had started high and left herself some wiggle room.

"We were figuring intense, near-daily workouts, maybe only taking weekends off," Lynn told her as Marcus wrote down a figure. He handed it to Mason and they both looked at Mason for her answer.

She stared at it and tried to maintain her composure. The sum was more than double the high ballpark figure she had set in her mind. She couldn't speak right away and Lynn took that as an omen. "If it's too low, we're prepared to ..."

Mason waved her hand. "No, no, you're being very generous. I couldn't possibly ..."

Lynn laughed. "I knew I liked you, right from the beginning. I can always tell a good, honest person. Don't worry - you'll earn it. We're going to spend a lot of time in your company and having someone we can trust is worth the expense. The studio is underwriting our expenses. Are you interested? Do we have a deal?"

"I think so, but how much of this will I be expected to kick back to the gym?" Mason asked.

"She's a smart one Marcus, I told you," Lynn laughed again. "Not a dime, beautiful. They're being paid right out of the studio's pocket. That's all yours, every dime - acceptable?"

"Fuck yeah!" Mason blurted out and then, realized her language. The couple both laughed and stood up to shake her hand. Lynn embraced her, saying they were going to be spending a lot of time together, so they might as well get comfortable and work on being friends.

Mason couldn't wait. Perhaps keeping busy with such a fun and sexy new project would take her mind of Michelle and keep her from missing Neal quite so much.

Before undergoing her new project, Mason had a serious discussion with her employers. She didn't want any problems arising over the next few months. She needn't have worried. The gym was going to make a mint on the deal and after the show was released, they would be given a credit at the end of each episode, as would Mason herself under "special thanks". Her schedule was rearranged and cut back a bit so that she would not be overworked. She intended to discuss it with Michelle as well, but her roommate was still avoiding her. She did tell Neal a bit, although she couldn't be too specific, as per a confidentiality agreement she signed. He was thrilled for the extra income and assured her he wasn't going anywhere. "Promise not to exhaust me the next time we get together?" Her boyfriend joked. Mason told him she was making no such promises and that she was sure Marta would help keep him motivated. The totality of her relationships at time puzzled her, yet she never felt even the slightest pang of jealousy as regarded Neal and Marta. Quite the opposite, she was actually quite pleased at how much they enjoyed each other's company.

The workouts were scheduled either late at night, once the gym had closed, or early in the morning, before they opened. Mason, who was not a day person by any means, preferred the night workouts by a country mile, so that was when most occurred. She found herself in better spirits and it gave her time to primp for each workout. She wanted to look her best each time and make a good impression on Lynn and on Marcus. Why that mattered so much, she was not entirely sure. Theirs was a business relationship, she knew that. Still, she did want them both to like her as she liked them. It would go so much smoother if everyone got along and so far, all seemed to be going along swimmingly.

Had she been questioned on the matter, Mason would have not have disputed a bit of sexual tension between her and the attractive acting couple. Lynn's heritage of Vietnamese and African American gave her an exotic look and Marcus reminded her a lot of a buff and taller Jesse Martin. They were both articulate and talented and were giving their workouts their total, 100% commitment. Rarely had Mason experienced such drive, in fact, the last time she remembered anyone making such a good job of physical fitness was she herself. In just two week's time, the results were already noticeable. They were both looking a bit more buff and both seemed more vital and alert.

However, it wasn't helping poor Mason's wanting libido that neither Lynn nor Marcus was at all self-conscious about their bodies. Lynn's workout outfits would have tempted a monk and Marcus' ripped form showed through almost all of his clothing. These were two beautiful, sexy people and it wasn't hard for Mason to see why they had become celebrities. The sexual mystique wafted about each one of them without either of them doing anything intentionally to cause it.

After an early morning workout, both Lynn and Marcus were a bit creaky. Mason had really put them through their paces that day and at 7 AM, they were ready to call it a day. They got dressed and insisted on taking Mason to breakfast, making it out just before the gym opened its doors at 7:30. Everything about their upcoming project was still hush-hush, not even the press had gotten wind of it and they were both registered at an out-of-the-way hotel under assumed names. In casual attire and at the diner which was also in the boonies, the couple didn't think that any of the early morning patrons would recognize them. So far, it seemed to be working out fine.

Mason finally got to quiz them a bit about their work and about how they had met. What was unusual about their breakfast was the fact that Marcus kept staring at her intently. She wondered why. With a woman like Lynn on your arm, why would anyone pay attention to Mason? She knew she was attractive, but still ...

Every so often, Mason would catch Marcus giving her the once-over, looking at her intently. Lynn noticed it as well and finally, she nudged his arm. "I think you're making Mason uncomfortable baby, why do you keep staring at her so much? It's not like you haven't seen her before, we've spent the past few weeks in her company."

"Yeah, but now I'm sitting right across the table from her and I can't shake this feeling that I know her from somewhere," Marcus said, shaking his head in confusion. "I know we haven't met before, I'd remember someone that gorgeous. Forgive me Mason, but did you use to be someone famous?"

Mason herself had no idea what Marcus was talking about and she shook her head `no' and then, she remembered. It seemed ridiculous and there was no way that this handsome man would recognize her that way, yet it was the only possibility. "My boyfriend is in the comic book industry," she told Marcus. "He used my face and body as the model for ..."

"Warrior Woman!" Marcus screamed as excitedly as any kid might upon meeting one of his idols. "Holy shit babe, we're having breakfast with Warrior Woman!" He cheered as he watched his girlfriend and Mason laugh in delight.

"I'm glad that mystery is solved," Lynn chuckled as their waitress brought them more coffee and looked at them all with an odd look. "He's been bugging me since the day we met you that you seemed familiar."

"It's not a big secret, but not a lot of people around here know it, either," Mason smiled. "My boyfriend didn't even tell me until after he had sold the book. It's very flattering having someone make you into a superheroine."

"Wow, your boyfriend must be Neal Gordon then," Marcus gushed. "You've got to get me a signed copy, I'm a big fan."

"I'll see what I can do," Mason laughed again. "This is all a bit surreal. I mean, to me, you're both celebrities."

"I love comics, they're my escape," Marcus told Mason. "I wanted to be a comic book artist or writer, but looking the way I do, no one would take me seriously. So, I became an actor and shortly after, hooked up with this lady here. The rest, as they say, is history."

"He has talent," Lynn said, smiling at her man. "After we finish this project, I told him he should think about self-publishing his book. We can afford it."

"I'll talk to Neal, when I can tell him about you, and he might have some suggestions," Mason informed them. "He's very supportive of other creators."

"Thanks," Marcus said, slumping back in the booth. "We really owe you a debt of gratitude, you've been so committed. Hey, do you have to work at the gym at all today?"

"No, I can put this body of mine to bed and rest," Mason smiled.

"Let us take you to dinner and drinks, we'll unwind for the week," Marcus smiled back. "We can all dress up and go someplace fancy, our treat."

"Please say yes," Lynn pleaded with Mason. "I could use a night out and I have a new pair of heels I'm dying to wear. I haven't had a night on the town in months."

Neither had Mason and the opportunity to see both Marcus and Lynn dressed to the "9's" was a temptation she could not - would not - did not intend to resist. She agreed and gave them her address. Before they left the diner, their waitress came back with a pen. She had recognized the couple and decided to leave them in peace. However, finding "Warrior Woman" herself was part of the trio was a bit over the top. "My son would never forgive me," she smiled as she handed over a copy of the latest issue for Mason to sign. The three of them also posed for a photo and signed a napkin so the girl would have a nice memento of her celebrity patrons.

Mason made sure to get a good rest so that she would be all ready to go for the evening's festivities. She still didn't see Michelle and the fact that her roommate was still avoiding her was troubling. Before too long, she knew that she would have to confront her and have it out with Michy, but not just yet. She wanted to have a little bit of fun before that happened. She awoke, feeling as fresh as a daisy and primped and prepped. She chose a pretty white lace dress that showed almost nothing and yet, seemed to show everything. It suited her dark complexion and the dress hugged Mason's body in all of the right places. For some extra emphasis, she added some sexy spiky heels to the ensemble. Mason knew that she was now a gorgeous piece of eye candy and hoped she would be pleasing to her admiring new friends. 

Mason got her answer when Marcus and Lynn picked her up for dinner a little bit past 7 PM. Both of them were staring and obviously impressed. Not that they were lacking oomph of their own. Lynn was in a tight-fitting black & gold dress with expensive new stiletto heels. Marcus wore a suit that emphasized his muscular physique. The trio were bound to attract attention no matter where they were having dinner. "Aren't you worried about that?" Mason asked as they all got into the limo.

"Not anymore, the studio is issuing a press release on Monday," Lynn grinned. "Tonight will just stir up the pot a little. Baby, you sure look gorgeous - doesn't she look gorgeous, Marcus?"

"Both of you do," Marcus nodded as he instructed the driver where to go. "I know I'm not going to forget this evening any time soon."




A Strong Relationship Ch. 08



The restaurant was one of the best-known and most expensive in the area. As predicted, they made quite the stir upon entering, although Marcus had arranged a private table. He spoiled and indulged both of his companions, who were both a bit giddy by evening's end. The wine seemed to have a particularly pleasant affect on Lynn. It had loosened her tongue a great deal and she was being extremely flirty. 

"You're both so hot," Lynn said, slightly slurring her words yet still managing to make a sensual purr out of them, "I don't know who I want to fuck more!"

Mason's tongue must have been loosened by the wine as well. Before she even realized the words were out of her mouth, she had voiced them. "Why choose? Why not fuck us both?" She giggled playfully.

Lynn shook her head so that the cobwebs would fall out. "Hold on, let me get this straight. Are you suggesting ...?"

"... that we have a threesome? Of course I am! Don't you want to?"

Lynn looked at Marcus in total disbelief. "Of course we want to. We thought about it from the very first day that we met you. We didn't want to come across as totally sleazy human beings, but we couldn't help it - you're so perfect. Of course, once Marcus learned your little `secret', he was even more intrigued. You're serious about this?"

It had been too long since Mason had enjoyed the opportunity to cut loose. She was very proud of being a woman in control of her own destiny. "I'm as serious as I can be," she said, licking her full, soft lips in a sensual manner. "Although if you both take me up on my offer, you'll get to see my fun side in all its glory."

Lynn spun around and faced Marcus. "For God's sakes Marcus, get our server over here and pay the check. If I have to wait too much longer to get Mason into bed, I'm going to rip her clothes off right here!"

Marcus chuckled. "Well, it would be good publicity for our new series," he teased Lynn. He paid the bill and gave the server a nice tip, plus an autograph. The three friends made a beeline straight for the couple's plush hotel room. It had all the amenities, not that they really planned to make use of anything much aside from the sumptuous bed.

The girls opted to take a shower and prime the pump while Marcus took care of room service. Both Lynn and Mason found themselves in the throes of passion as soon as the water hit them. Mason was overwhelmed by Lynn's dark and exotic beauty and she showed her just how ecstatic she was to finally be able to indulge her most carnal whims. With the water splashing over her back, Mason spread Lynn's legs as wide apart as they could go. Lynn used the shower wall to brace herself and she was glad that she did. In Mason, she had found someone who could provide world-class cunnilingus. Mason worked Lynn's pussy over with a tongue that had enjoyed hours of practice with several beautiful women, all of whom were demanding bitches. Her training had paid off, in spades. It was all that poor Lynn could do to keep from tumbling to the floor in exhaustion. When she could catch her breath, it was in short gasps and pants. She couldn't speak, all that came from her sexy mouth were incoherent mumblings borne of passion.

"Oh sweet baby, holy fuck, that was the best I have ever had!" Lynn said when she could finally find her voice. "Every fantasy I had about you loving me and you surpassed all of them in one fell swoop," Lynn told Mason.

The dusky, wildly sensual Mason had no doubts whatsoever about her sexual skills. To thrill such different women as Michelle, Samantha, Tamara, Ashley, and of course, delightful little Marta, you had to bring your A-game to the bedroom. Already this evening, Mason had decided to kick it up a notch to an A+ game. From the near-crazed look in Lynn's eyes, she had done precisely that.

Lynn insisted on giving Mason a few climaxes of her own. She was wildly enthusiastic, although her tongue was no match for Michelle's or for Samantha's. Still, Lynn did probe and lick and she had amazing hands. Mason was quite satisfied with Lynn's efforts, although now she really wanted cock! Lynn read her mind and they put on robes as they went into the bedroom to join Marcus. Mason gasped - Marcus was solid muscle everywhere. Although she had no complaints about Neal's endowment, Marcus did seem to give some credence to the rumors about black men. "He's a fucking machine, baby," Lynn teased Mason as she gave her a gentle shove on to the bed. "Why not find out right now? She's wet already Marcus, but why don't we two horny sluts get you all worked up?"

"Huh, like I'll need much of that!" Marcus grinned. "I could hear you two evil bitches all the way out here, I'm horny as hell. Go to it ladies and then, prepare for the consequences!"

Lynn's favorite thing in the entire world was oral sex. She got off on giving as much as getting and Mason had a bird's-eye view of the deliciously exotic Lynn working over her man. Mason gave Lynn a few minutes and then she joined in, eager to begin the "threesome" part of their night. Marcus hadn't been exaggerating, he certainly was eager to go and yet, he had enough self control not to cum. When the women pulled away, his cock was as stiff as a crowbar and almost as long. Mason climbed aboard the imposing rod and slid down in a reverse-cowgirl position. Lynn picked up the idea immediately, with Mason in that position, she could ride Marcus' tongue and still play with Mason's big titties. The two hot brunettes screwed Marcus in a heated and frenetic passion, switching off from time to time with such deft skill that he was barely aware of it.

Their sexual romp was almost as much a workout as their efforts in the gym. The three young, vital lovers didn't spare any excess and Mason enjoyed the best sex she had in months. Despite their vigor, neither Lynn nor Marcus was overly rough and both seemed to have an innate sense of where to touch his or her partner. Mason found herself overwhelmed with orgasms and she lost all sense of time. After an orgasm that knocked her out for a minute or two, she awoke to find fresh coffee and danishes. It was morning and the "minute or two" had actually been almost an hour.

Mason said her goodbyes and made her way home. She got there and there was no sign of Michelle, although Neal had called. There was a tiny pang of regret over her previous night's assignation, yet they still had no formal commitment. Seeing the strength of the relationship between Marcus and Lynn made Mason realize even more that she wanted and did need some kind of understanding between herself and Neal and possibly, Michy as well. She fell into a deep slumber after that and was only woken by the delivery of a package - a dozen red roses, a bottle of expensive wine, a new white lace teddy with a note accompanying her gifts saying simply "To be continued ...?", signed by Marcus and Lynn.



A Strong Relationship



Neal was pleased with himself. To know he was pleasing this magnificent specimen of womanhood was very gratifying. Neal pumped and thrusted his rod deep within her, the heat of her cunt and her pussy muscles – which she exercised as well, he knew – were trying to drain him dry.

Neal was set on pleasing her and focused all his efforts on doing just that. His hands roamed her glistening flesh, gleaming with the perspiration from their sensuous fucking. She rolled her hips back and forth as she took Neal's cock in her body, all of him felt so good. He was a gifted lover and Mason's body was screaming in delight.

Bouncing up and down on his thick cock, Mason fucked him with intensity now. She was loving all of this wonderful sex, his cock felt good, so fucking good, so hot inside of her, so fucking hot. Her mind was roaming now, she was just lost in the wave of fuck-lust that overwhelmed her senses.

"FUCK ME NEAL!!" Mason yelled out. "GOD, YOU BEAUTIFUL FUCKING BASTARD, FUCKME, FUCKME, FUCKME and DON'T STOP!" Mason screamed out.

"FUCK YOU? LIKE THIS, MY WILD BABY?!" Neal said as he shoved his cock hard against her body. The slapping sound of his flesh hitting hers aroused them both.

"YESSS!! OH GODDD, YESSSSS!!!" Mason howled in arousal. She was into it now more than ever, she continued to ride his thick shaft and squeezed her cunt around his cock from time to time, wanting to make him cum, yet wanting to prolong this incredible fucking.

Mason bounced up and down, she moved her hips from side to side, she rolled her body around and around. Neal pumped and thrusted, fucking her demanding body, loving every second of it. He yearned to cum, but this was Mason's show and he was along for the ride.

Mason's body was slick with sweat now, this man was the best fuck she'd ever had. She was going to have him again, she had to. Every inch of her chiseled body tingled with excitement and she was on the verge of her second orgasm.

Neal's body ached in frustration, yet he kept moving his dick inside his sexy lover. He was so near, he didn't think he could hold it much longer.

He didn't have to. "FUCK, I'M CUMMMINGGGG!!!" Mason squealed as her pussy convulsed around his cock. Almost as quickly, the lovely bodybuilder got off Neal and gulped his cock deep into her throat. "Cum for me baby!" she urged and that was it, Neal lost his load in her cocksucking mouth.

Mason swallowed it all, eagerly. She loved the taste of a man's cum – or a girl's, she thought – and it was protein. She licked her full lips and ran her hand over Neal again, who was still trying to catch his breath.

"You were amazing" she told him as she kissed his chest and dwindling cock. "I want more of that."

Neal was flattered and pleased with himself. He'd achieved his goal of making her happy and he was proud of that. She lay beside him on the bed and their bodies seemed to fit together.

"I might need a bit of time to recharge" Neal said, still out of breath.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere!" Mason said, kissing him softly. She wondered what time Michy would be home? Her body tingled at the naughty thought.

"Neal – what do you like for breakfast?"