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Carrie

By: Wagasm



Carrie was the biggest slut in the school. She was proud of it to. She would always wear her school dress in a size too small, so that her large breasts would be pushed up, making them look huge. She always wore black panties with matching bra, everybody could see them through her dress, and when she bent over, as she often did. Her ass was so firm, I just wanted to squeeze it hard and pump my load into her pussy. 

One history lesson she left the class to go to the toilet, and as she left through the door, she dropped a piece of paper into my lap. I stared at her peach thighs and long legs as she walked out the door then opened the note; Don't just sit there perving on me, come and feel my tits. I read it again to make sure. I got my ass and went down to the toilets, where Carrie beckoned me into the girls. When I got in there I noticed how clean it was, then I noticed her.

She was sitting up on a bench, pushing her chest forward, making her breasts heave in and out with each deep breath. Her legs were slightly apart, letting me see so much of her smooth inner thigh, and a little of her black panties. "Come here", she said, "I want to show you something". I walked over to her, not quite sure what she was going to do. She undid the top three buttons on her dress, and pulled it underneath her breasts, revealing her beautifully large breasts, being pushed together by her black bra.

"Do you like them? Have a closer look" she said, putting her arms around my neck and lowering my head into her cleavage. I slid my tongue down between her warm breasts, tasting their subtle flavor, smelling her sexually aroused aroma.

She slid back on the bench until her back was against the wall. Her legs moved wider apart as she put her heels on the edge of the benchtop. She ran her hands over breasts, cupping them and gently squeezing as I watched on. She followed her gracious curved down to the end of her dress and pulled it up to her waist, so that her panties were in my full view. Her thighs were perfect, so smooth and just the perfect tone. She put the palm of her hand onto her panties and slowly rubbed her pussy through them, sighing a little each time.

She once again put her hands around my neck, but this time she lowered my head down onto her panties, closing her thighs around my head. I put my hands on her thighs and slowly stroked up and down, feeling the wonderful texture. I moved my head about so that my nose could stimulate her clit, she sighed and rubbed her firm thighs on the sides of my head as I excited her. She opened her legs wide and put her hands on the back of my neck, pushing my head further into her panties. I could smell her juices starting to boil.

"Pull off my panties" she screamed out a little too loudly for our surroundings, the giggled softly as she realised what she had done. She was getting turned on at the sensation of being caught with me here, it excited me as well. I ran my hands from her ankles to her hips, feeling her contours. I pulled off her panties and dropped them to the floor. She beckoned me back as I lowered my head into her hot muff. I kissed her lips and she once again opened her legs wide, opening her pussy and letting small amounts of juice trickle out onto the bench.

I blew lightly inside her cunt and watched her squirm about in ecstasy. I kissed her lips again, longer this time, tasting her juices as I slowly slid my tongue up into her. As my tongue slid in deeper I put a hand over her clit, to stimulate her and get her even more randy. My tongue licked the walls of her cunt as it slid in and out, her hips rocking back and forth in time with me as she moaned and panted, making her pussy even more wet and delicious.

I started humming into her cunt as my fingers went faster and faster on her clit, her thighs were getting sweaty as I ran my other hand up and down their length. She couldn't take it anymore. Her entire body tensed up in her orgasmic display of pleasure, while moans shot out of her mouth for all to hear. Her puss was gushing with juices as my tongue dashed in and out. She rubbed her sweat coated breasts as she rode out the last of her orgasm, signing in pleasure as my head pulled out from her soaking wet vagina.

She looked deep into my eyes as we listened if anybody was coming. I sat up on the bench as she mopped up her juice with her discarded panties. As she mopped up the last of her mess and dropped her panties back down onto the floor, she noticed the length in my pants was at full attention. She kneeled down on the floor in front of me, smiling at me for what I had given her. She rubbed my cock through my pants, putting her palm on it to feel me throb.

She slowly undid my pants and pulled them down just enough so my cock could spring upright in front of her. She wrapped her right hand around my manhood, squeezing gently. She slid her hand back down to her cunt, rubbing her lips until her hand was coated in her own juices. She wrapped her hand back around my cock and slid it up and down a few times, the moisture almost setting me off there. She moved her head towards me as her other hand disappeared out of sight. She slowly wanked me, not to fast to get me off, she wanted to taste my cock and suck it long and hard.

I watch as her tongue came slowly out of her mouth and licked my head like a lollipop. Her hot breathing on my cock making me shudder with pleasure. She licked the top of my head, still pulling me off, and opened her mouth wide as her lips wrapped around my head. She slid her warm lips halfway down my throbbing cock, squeezing the base with her hand. She slid her head back up and off, slowly kissing the side of my cock as her other hand worked away at her clit.

She once again engulfed me and slid her lips all the way down to the base of my cock, my head must have been halfway down her throat, as she licked the underside in her mouth. She bobbed up and down, slowly at first, coating my cock in her saliva. I let out a big sigh as she once again took my entire length in again. She slid her head all the way back up, then bobbed a few more times, sucking as she went, her tongue driving me crazy. She slid her blonde head completely off again, "MMMMmmmm, yummy!" she hummed.

She started pulling my cock again as she circled the crown with her tongue. She squeezed tighter and pulled me faster, panting as her pussy started leaking onto the floor, once again lowered her mouth onto my cock, knowing I could not hold on much longer. She slid up and down, faster and faster, licking and sucking as rapidly as she could.

I pushed her head down into my crotch as she bobbed, forcing my cock deep down into wet throat, blowing my load deep down as I burst into orgasm. She also let go as her fingers slid up and down her tight pussy walls, causing her moaning to shudder my cock like nothing I had ever experienced. As our orgasms faded away she laid back down onto the floor, half naked and as beautiful as anything.

The bell rang and we both jumped up, she quickly did up her buttons and put her panties in her pocket while I pulled my pants back up. For the rest of the day she sat in front of me, bending over frequently so I could see her pussy lips through her tight dress, preparing me for the night that lay ahead.

Carrie



I pulled slowly down my neighbor's long driveway. Stopping my jeep beside the house, I was instantly sweating from the hot Florida night. I could hear the driving bass beat of dance music penetrating the walls of the old farm house.

I had first met Patty and her daughter Carrie about four years ago when they moved into the old, run down, farmhouse at the end of my road following Patty's divorce. Having nearly completed renovation of my place, I was set up with the tools and skills to help them out and with the condition of that old place, they sure needed the help. I was repaid generously for the work I did for them with home cooked meals and great company.

I'm about 10 years younger than Patty. She had a rough time in her last marriage and though we became good friends, I figured out early on that she wasn't interested in anything more than friendship.

Carrie and I just seemed to hit it off right away. She was always at ease talking to me, coming over often to talk about her adventures and life in general. After Carrie's graduation about a year ago, I took a contract job out of town that was going to demand quite a bit of my attention, causing infrequent visits home. As the strict deadline loomed nearer and nearer I spent more and more time away, subsequently, I had not seen much of them in quite a while.

Hopping out of the jeep, I walked up onto the darkened porch. As I approached the door I had to walk in front of the living room window. My jaw hit my chest as I got an answer to the reason for the loud music. 

Through the shear curtain I could see into the middle of the living room. Carrie was dancing. Not just any dance, she was doing what was obviously a very erotic lap dance in front of an empty chair. Stunned, I could only stand and watch as Carrie undulated and ground her hips to the slow bass beat, her long dark hair flipping wildly. She slowly ran her hands across her body as if teasing an imaginary lover. Having been to many a strip club, I realized that this girl definitely knew what she was doing! A man would willingly go broke to spend time with her! As I watched her dance I began to see Carrie in a whole new light. She had blossomed into a goddess and the effect she was having on me was becoming more apparent by the second as a tent began forming in my kakis.

As the song ended so did her dance and she stepped to the boom box. I quickly adjusted things in an attempt to conceal my "excitement" then stepped to the door and knocked. Carrie peeked through the small window in the door as she turned on the porch light. Stepping under the light so she could see me clearly, I grinned and waved. She swung the door open with a wide grin. "Hi stranger!" she yelled, as she bounded out and threw her arms around my neck, crushing herself to me and kissing me square on the mouth. Surprised as I was by the kiss, I still gave her a big bear hug.

With her round jutting breasts pressed firmly against my chest, she looked up at me, a look of concern flashing across her beautiful features, "Is everything O.K.? Mom said you were back, but I though you were staying at the camp retreat with everyone this weekend." 

Belaying her fears I assured her everything was fine. "They started arguing politics and I'm not getting into that discussion." I explained, "Besides I need to catch up on some work in the shop tomorrow so I decided to come on back tonight."

"Well come in and sit down!" she said taking me by the hand and pulling me inside. It was then that I got a better look at her and what she was wearing and my breath caught in my throat. Carrie was always beautiful. Black hair, dark complexion reflecting her Crow Indian heritage, the bluest eyes I've ever seen and a great personality all made for a truly wondrous package and the past year since her graduation had filled her out in all the right places. She was truly stunning! A short white t-shirt and cut offs, so short that the bottom of her tight ass played peek-a-boo at the hem, made up her entire outfit. My gaze traveled down her well muscled tanned legs to a gold anklet and her bare feet. Her cut offs were extremely worn with holes showing enough flesh to drive a man mad. 'Oh shit!' is all I could think when she plopped down on the couch next to me and threw her gorgeous legs across my lap, her clearly defined breasts moving completely unfettered inside the t-shirt, a slight outline hinting at her nipples.

Catching my slack-jawed stare she giggled and said, "I wasn't expecting anyone this late so I hope you don't mind my "comfortable" clothes!"

"Oh Hell no, I don't mind!" I stammered out. "Damn! You look great!" 

Beginning to blush she said with a sly grin "Why thank you!" the flush of her skin traveled further down and her nipples started to perk up making it harder for me to concentrate.

"So, what brings you by?"

"Well," I began, "When your mom found out I was coming on to the house she admitted that she was worried that since she'll be gone all weekend, you might throw a party or something and asked me to drop in on you. You remember what happened before. It may not be a Deputy that knows ya'll who shows up next time." 

Her last impromptu party had ended when her drunken boyfriend showed his ass by stomping the shit out of a classmate who had copped a feel of Carrie's ass while dancing with her. 

Carrie rolled her eyes and groaned. "I can't get it through mom's head that I'm not a kid anymore! One party like that was enough! Besides, Billy and I are finished anyway. He is such a self centered prick! The only thing that I really miss about seeing him is the sex! God, it was great!"

I guess I looked kind of shocked at her bluntness because she burst out laughing.

"What's the matter? Didn't you think I knew anything about sex?"

"Well yes...I guess...you just...a...caught me off guard is all..." seeing my discomfort just got her would up. "Grabbing Billy's tight butt just drove me nuts, it really too bad he's such an ass, he really got me off!" 

As vivid pictures of Carrie's delicate hands gripping her lover and pulling him into her filled my head, the effect on me became apparent as my cock began to swell rapidly. I shifted uncomfortably trying to conceal my growing erection without much success. 

Carrie's gaze turned smoking hot as the growing bulge against her leg told her the effect she was having on me. Her nipples turned rock hard and stood out clearly through the thin material of her t-shirt. 

"There has got to be more to a relationship than great sex though." She said, "There were times that he was just interested in getting his rocks off, but when he wanted to he could really push my buttons." 

I could tell she was enjoying my discomfort immensely. Talking this boldly to me was something she had never done and by the way she was squirming, it was warming her up also. With a mischievous grin, she stretched languidly causing the pressure on my crotch from her legs to increase drawing an involuntary twitch from my very cramped dick. Her stretch also caused her tits to jut out towards me and her shirt to ride up more, exposing her flat hard tummy and a diamond stud in her belly button. I could feel my heart racing, my blood pounding in my ears. My face must have been beet red. She pretended not to notice my discomfort as she slid her legs across my cock and stood up asking if I'd like something to drink. I said yes just to get her out of the room for a minute to give me time to get my thoughts (and my raging hardon) strait. 

She gave me that sly smile again then bent over in front of me to pick up a used plate and glass from the coffee table, giving me a heart stopping view of her ass as the short shorts rode up her crack. The base of her bare tits became visible as the hem of her shirt fell away from her tummy. I wanted to just bite down on her delicious ass and pray for lockjaw! I have always had a thing for a fine ass and hers was as near perfect as I could ever dream of. The bottom of her perfectly formed globes just begged to be nibbled and kissed! I tried not too successfully to stifle a groan and caught a satisfied look on Carrie's face as she stood and headed towards the kitchen.

She walked back in from behind me handing my drink across my shoulder. After I took a long gulp, Carrie's arms came around my neck from behind. She bent forward and kissed me on the cheek and then pressing her tits into my back lay her head on my shoulder. 

She whispered into my ear, "I...I've really missed you..." 

She hugged me, and then let her hands run down my chest to my stomach and leaving her head on my shoulder. Her warm sweet breath played across my neck. The clean smell of her filled me and the room temperature climbed even higher. She stood and came around sitting on the edge of the coffee table directly in front of me.

With a gleam in her eyes she just looked at me, seeming to come to a decision.

"So... how long were you standing on the porch before you knocked?" she said finally.

"I ...ah...that is...ah...I guess for about two thirds of that last song..." 

"Well? What did you think of my dancing?"

I shifted uncomfortably and took another pull on my drink, stalling for time.

"I ... ah ....well...."

"Oh, come on you can tell me." She prodded, placing her hands on my knees.

"Ah shit, Carrie...it was damn hot! Where the hell did you learn to dance like that?"

She broke out in a big grin. "From a Carmen Electra DVD! Billy liked for me to dance for him and I liked the power it gave me over him. It was such a turn on to watch him loose control. I still get horny when I dance and think about it. Besides it keeps me in practice for the next man I dance for." 

With a smoking hot look in her eye, in a husky voice she said, "I'd like to dance for you."

"Carrie...I...I don't think that would be a good idea."

"And why not? You still think of me as a little girl too don't you!" she said, a hurt tone to her voice. 

"It's not that at all! Anyone with eyes that see can tell your no little girl! I just don't trust my own self restraint! I don't want you to get hurt." 

She stood slowly and bent towards me placing her hands on the arms of my chair her face inches from mine. Her sapphire blue eyes looking deeply into mine steadily chipped away at my resolve.

"You would never hurt me." She said. "Besides, I've thought about this for a long time. I've never known a more gentle caring man in my life and I want you. I have wanted you for as long as I can remember. I think about you constantly. I wasn't really Billy that I imagined in that chair and was dancing for earlier it was you. And now you're really here."

She leaned slowly into me, her luscious full lips lightly brushing mine, the tip of her pink little tongue began gently probing as she kissed me and I was lost. With a groan I stopped holding back, consequences be damned. I pulled her to me, our kiss becoming deeper, hungrier. All I could think about was having her, touching her, making her MINE. As her arms came around me my hands raised to cup her pendulous breasts. The hard burning points of her nipples played in my palms, she growled deep down in her throat. Our kiss became frantic as our tongues explored and tangled.

Catching her nipples through her shirt I rolled them between my fingers causing her to throw her head back and gasp. She pulled away from me, quickly standing back. 

"God I've wanted to do that for so long..." her hand came up to cup her tits and squeezed them unconsciously. 

"Sit. Watch." she commanded. 

I didn't argue. Turning to her stereo she switched on a slow soulful song with a lot of bass. A large mirror was mounted on the wall above the table giving me a perfect view of her face and tits while her beautiful ass was pointed in my direction. Slowly she began swaying to the music. Her hands coming up, running her fingers through her lustrous hair causing it to fan out across her back as she threw back her head, her eyes closed. Her hands ran down over her curves and she spread her feet wider, arching her back causing her ass to jut out farther, the cut offs riding up her crack exposing more of her tight globes. Turning towards me she danced slowly across the floor to stop just out of my reach. 

Bending forward, she ran her hands across her body, up to cradle her tits, pulling on her nipples as she squeezed them together and moving up and down as if they were wrapped around my hard cock. She then leaned back as her hands moved down. One to the zipper of her shorts the other pulling up on the hem of her shirt. She slowly opened the front of her shorts revealing a hint of black lace. 

Turning again she moved both hands to her waist band and slowly began sliding the shorts down stopping half way, exposing a black g-string and a fine bit of ass cleavage. With her back to me her hands slid up her torso taking the shirt with it. In one fluid motion it was off, exposing the flexing muscles of her tanned back as she moved, the tantalizing edges of her now bare tits played peek-a-boo at her sides. 

I looked to the mirror hoping to see her from the front also but she had anticipated me and brought one arm across her nipples, grinning back at me as she drew out her tease. Spinning she bent forward again concealing her nipples with her hands as she pressed her tits together allowing me to look down her impressive cleavage. She lowered herself to her knees between my now spread legs and flipped her hair forward onto the swelling of my cock. She lifted her face slowly, her lips barely grazing my bulge as she looked deep into my eyes. She lifted her breasts into my lap pressing her firm warm flesh into my almost painfully throbbing member. Pulling her hands away she still kept her nipples hidden, pressed down into my lap as she ground them into my crotch. I couldn't help myself as I pressed back. My cock throbbed against her, causing her to moan and one of her hands shot down to her crotch. Her eyes fluttered as she touched herself and her breath started coming in ragged gasps. 

Suddenly she slid up my torso and kissed me, her mouth hot and urgent. I started to bring my arms around her and she pinned them down. Breaking the kiss, she bit her lower lip seductively and shook her head telling me "No hands." 

I relented and she released me. I was rewarded as she leaned backward slowly reveling her perfect round tits to me. My mouth watered as she brought them close to my face teasing me by trying to stay just out of reach. With her hands on my shoulders she teased us both by lightly brushing her nipples across my face. Suddenly she brought her hands to the back of my head and pulled my face forward into her cleavage. Burying my face in the heaven of her warm tits she grabbed her breasts and rubbed them harder against my face.

I surprised her by quickly turning my head and catching a nipple in my hot mouth, sucking hard while rapidly flicking my tongue across her swollen bud. Squealing, she grabbed my face in her hands holding my mouth to her breast. The taste and smell of her body was burned into my mind. I then moved my mouth to the other nipple, sucking, biting teasingly with my teeth causing her to gasp and grind her crotch into mine. 

She finally pulled herself back out of my reach taking up her dance once again. Again she turned, her hands going to her hips. She slowly lowered her shorts exposing the most fantastic ass I've ever seen. She stepped out of the shorts and with one foot she flipped them back at me, grinning. Backing very close to me she bent forward legs spread wide, wagging her ass seductively, I could clearly see the outline of her pussy through the thin black satin G-string. I brought my face closer and breathed in the musky smell of her as she traced the outline of her snatch with her finger shuddering as she touched her clit. Slowly she pulled the fabric aside and slipped a finger slowly into her folds. She groaned in almost a whisper, "Oh Fuck!!"

I could take no more as I slid forward onto my knees behind her. I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her pussy plunging my tongue into her as far as it would go. With a yelp of surprise and a giggle she pressed back into my face. Switching tactics I caught her clit in my mouth and flicked my tongue rapidly alternately sucking for all I'm worth. 

"Oh Yes...Oh Fuck...Fuck Yes... Yes Lick Me...Suck On My Clit Baby! Ahhh.. FUCK YEAH

I plunged my tongue into her deep again and caught her clit between to moistened fingers and gently rolled it. That's what it took to set her off, she started cumming hard as I continued to fuck her with my tongue. I continued to suck on her pussy, occasionally flicking her clit, bringing on strong aftershocks. Finally her knees gave out and she dropped to the floor and rolled onto her back. 

Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she looked up at me with a dreamy smile. 

"You cheated!"

Licking my lips I laughed, "Like Hell I did! If you had teased me any longer I'd have creamed my pants and I have a much better place in mind for that!" 

Giggling her hands shot up to my belt and started unbuckling me. "Yeah, so do I!"

I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed her pulling her up to her knees. I kissed her hard letting her taste herself on my tongue. Not to be stopped this time, my hands made their way up to cup those magnificent tits that my fingers had been itching for. I weighed them in my hands rolling her nipples between my fingers as she frantically worked to get me out of my pants. Finally succeeding she slid a cool hand into my shorts circling my cock with it and pulling it out. I groaned leaning my head back as her cool soft hands slid up and down my throbbing length. One hand slid down to cup my tight balls causing me to shudder with pleasure. 

"Stand up." She said. I got shakily to my feet stepping out of my jeans. She made no move to stand but pulled me back in front of her, my hard cock aimed right at her face. Gently she blew hot breath across me sending tingles all along my spine. Again she took me in her hands examining every inch of me as her hand slid up and down my shaft slowly. 

She looked up at me and smiled, "You're beautiful!" she said. 

The next instant she had swallowed me whole sliding my cock all the way to the back of her throat in one fluid motion. 

"Oh Shit!!" I said as my hand came to the back of her head.

She held me in her mouth slowly swirling her hot little tongue around my cock. She lightly tickled my balls with her free hand and began slowly bobbing her head up and down the length of me. 

After too short a time I could feel my balls begin to tighten. She must have noticed my cock begin to swell and started to move a little faster moving her hand to fist me into her mouth. One of her hands was furiously busy between her legs. She began a low guttural moan as she climaxed again. The vibration of her moan was all it took to send me over the edge. She just sucked that much harder as my cock began to twitch.

"Oh God here it comes!"

She sucked me all the way down again, as I shot stream after stream into the back of her throat. She pulled back again slowly leaving just my swollen head in her mouth, pumping me with one hand as she frantically fucked herself with the other. 

The next second she was cumming again, crying out around my cock still twitching in her mouth. She continued to suck and lick me, cleaning up any drops that she might have missed until I had to fall back onto the couch to catch my breath.

She crawled up from the floor and lay down with her head in my lap. I let my hands play across her silky skin enjoying the light sheen of sweat glistening in the soft light. Now that we had crossed the line I just couldn't keep my hands off of her and it didn't take long for my cock to begin to stir again rising against the side of her face. She turned her head and intercepted my now probing cock with her lips planting a series of hot kisses down its length before sucking me down to the base, using her tongue to tease me back to rock hardness. 




Carrie



I ran my hands down her back to cup the cheeks of her ass, massaging firmly. God I loved her ass! My firm grip and probing fingers had her squirming again in no time. Releasing her hold on me she came up onto her knees and straddled my lap. She took my face in her hands, her eyes locked with mine. Capturing my now rock hard cock against my stomach, she started to slowly rub herself up and down the full length of it. Her wetness coated me as she moved her clit against me causing us both to shudder. My hands playing across her thighs slowly slid around to cup her ass.

"God, I want you inside me! You're so hard for me! Is feels so good!" 

I smiled as I lifted her, rocked my hips forward and brought her down on my slick cock driving all the way into her in one fluid motion. She began cumming again immediately. The walls of her pussy squeezed rhythmically around my cock as I thrust up into her. We kissed hungrily as her orgasm rolled over her. Throwing her head back, she pushed down onto me and ground her hips into my lap. I leaned down and took her left nipple in my mouth flicking my tongue rapidly across it. Her hands ran into my hair pulling my face into her breast as another wave broke over her causing her to let out a long loud moan aimed at the ceiling. I could feel the familiar tingle begin in my balls as they tightened up. I don't think that I had ever been so hard in my life. My cock felt like a shaft of steel as I thrust frantically into her. She matched me stroke for stroke, her eyes going wider as she felt me swell within her.

"Ohh...Cum for me, baby! Oh God you're so hard! Oh Yes...Yessss....YEESSSS!" 

My world exploded as I erupted into her. Holding to her tightly I thrust madly into her has wave after wave washed over me. The feel of me cumming inside her set her off again, her hands clawing at my back her teeth biting into my shoulder.

We held onto each other for long after I had finally slipped from her. As her head lay on my shoulder I felt a tear fall. Lifting her head I looked into her eyes. 

"I'm sorry I don't mean to cry, it's just that I've wanted you for so long that now that I have you, I'm scared I won't be able to keep you. And how is mom gonna react?"

"Well," I replied with a grin, "you don't have to worry. You have me now and the only way I'll go anywhere is kicking and screaming! As to how we'll work this out with Patty...well we've got the rest of the weekend to work on that."

Laughing, she reached down to circle my cock with a cool hand, causing me to amazingly stir again. "I've got something else I plan to work on the rest of the weekend too!"

End.



Carrie



Please note: There is no one under the age of 18 participating in a sexual act in this story.

*

I was baby-sitting for the Hartman's again. Maggie Hartman worked in Public Relations, and she and her husband, Kevin, were constantly going to fund-raising gala's and parties for her clients. Kevin Hartman was a lawyer. Needless to say, the Hartman's had a lot of money, and they paid well. I think that was mostly because Kevin Hartman wants me. He has told me so. He hasn't made a move yet, but I could tell he was waiting for just the right moment. He couldn't do anything when his wife was around.  

This particular evening, Kevin opened the door. He pulled me inside and gave me a quick, but passionate kiss. "Lets go into the living room. Jenny is watching tv in the den, and Emily is reading a book in her room. Maggie's still getting ready. She'll be a few minutes." 

I followed Kevin into the living room. We sat next to each other on the couch. His hand went straight for my thigh. I was wearing a skirt, and my thigh was partially exposed. His left hand was rubbing my thigh, while his right arm laid on the back of the sofa. He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "Maggie is going away this weekend for work. I have a dinner Saturday night. Could you baby-sit? Then maybe when I get back, we can spend some time getting to know each other." His hand had moved further up my thigh and was getting very close to my pussy. 

I moaned softly. "I ... uh ... think ... I'm ... free." I stuttered. I was getting very warm.

"Good. I look forward to it." He grazed my pussy slightly before he heard his wife starting down the stairs. I quickly pulled down my skirt and crossed my legs. Kevin stood up. 

"Maggie, Carrie said she was able to baby-sit Saturday night. So we don't have to call your mother. We wouldn't want her to have to drive all the way here just for a couple hours." Kevin gave his wife a peck on the cheek.

"I guess you're right. Thank you Carrie. I know we've been calling you a lot lately. I really appreciate it." Maggie gave me a hug, then she turned to her husband. "Ready to go?" The two left, and I went to check on the girls.

A few hours later, after both the girls were in bed, I went into Kevin and Maggie's room. I looked through all of their drawers, and found some sex toys, some birth control pills, some condoms, and some porn videos. I looked at the titles. It looked like Mr. Hartman was into teen sex. All the "Barely Legal" videos gave it away. I decided to watch one while I was waiting for the Hartman's to come home. 

The video was very hot. I found myself playing with my breasts, and pussy as I watched a guy stick his cock into a blonde headed girls mouth. I got so caught up in the video, I was surprised when I heard Mr. Hartman's voice in the doorway.

"Couldn't wait for me, huh?" Kevin said as he walked over to me. He crawled onto the bed and spread my legs. His face went straight for my cunt. His tongue licked up and down my slit before working its way into my cunt. 

"MMMMNNHHHHH... THAT FEELS SO GOOD ... OH GOD ... I THINK I'M CUMMING!!!!!!" Kevin reached up and played with my breasts while his tongue worked its way deeper into my cunt.

Once I came down from my post orgasmic euphoria, reality started sinking in. "Where's Mrs. Hartman?" I asked.

"She's in the car. She drank a little too much, and passed out in the car on the way home. Would you mind spending the night? I don't want to leave the girls if my wife is too far gone to take care of them." He answered.

"I should probably call my parents to let them know. I don't think it should be a problem, though."

"Good. Call your parents and then I will need your help to get Mrs. Hartman into bed. Then I'll show you the guestroom." So, I called my parents, and Kevin and I got Mrs. Hartman upstairs and into bed. Then Kevin showed me the guestroom.

"You know, your little scene back there really turned me on. I loved watching you play with yourself. Would you mind masturbating for me?" I hesitated for a minute, then I figured he already watched me once, why not a second time? 

I stripped out of my clothes and threw them on the chair in the corner. Mr. Hartman had found a spot at the end of the bed to sit and watch. I saw he took his clothes off as well, and he had a monster cock. I wanted to see what that would taste like in my mouth. I would have to wait a little bit, though.

I sat on the bed, leaning against the pillows. I started massaging my breasts. I took each breast and l lifted them to my mouth and sucked my nipples into my mouth. I bit each one and then pinched the nipples and continued massaging my breasts. I then let my hands travel down my stomach to my pussy. I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, getting it very wet. I then opened up my slit with one hand while my fingers on my other hand entered my pussy. I pushed my fingers in and out, slowly at first, and then growing faster. I heard Mr. Hartman moan, and I looked up to see him jacking his cock. He was watching my hands on my pussy very closely. I took my fingers out of my pussy, and brought them up to my mouth while I watched Mr. Hartman's eyes follow my hand. I sucked my fingers into my mouth while our eyes met. He crawled up the bed to me and kissed me. He took my hand and sucked my fingers into his mouth one at a time. 

"That was incredible. I was going to wait and fuck you until next weekend, but I can't resist you anymore. I have to have you." With that he pulled me by my legs until I was lying flat on the bed. He then lifted my legs until they were on his shoulders. His cock slowly entered my cunt, and he worked it in and out slowly, watching my face as he moved. 

"Play with your breasts for me, Carrie." I did. I took them into my hands and pinched my nipples, hard. I pulled them and stretched them and massaged them. Mr. Hartman was watching very intently. His pounding became more insistent. I took my left breast into my mouth, sucking my nipple. My eyes met with his again and I could see the lust in his eyes. He wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.

"That's my girl. I can't hold out much longer. Your cunt is so tight. It feels so good on my cock." His thumb started playing with my clit, which sent me over the edge.

"AGGHHH!!!! I'M CUMMING HARD!!!! OH GOD, FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER!"

My pulsing pussy started milking his cock. He pulled out and shot his load all over my face and hair. When his cock was spurting his spunk, he collapsed onto the bed next to me. "That was incredible." He turned my face towards him, and kissed me. "I think we should take a shower to clean up." 

I jumped out of bed and raced him to the bathroom. I started the shower while he pushed his cock against my butt. I stood up and leaned against him. His hands found my breasts and he started massaging them. Once the water was warm enough, we got into the shower. 

"Before we clean up, I want to be inside you one more time." He lifted me and pushed me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I maneuvered his cock to my waiting hole. He started pumping in and out of me and a lightning pace immediately. 

"You look so outstanding when you're whole body's wet. I need you so badly." He was pounding me so hard, I was afraid I was going to hit my head on the shower wall. 

He pounded into me a couple more times and then he pushed into me really hard and held it there. I felt his cum shoot into me and I started to panic. I wasn't on the pill, and we weren't using a condom. How could I tell him he just got me pregnant.

When he pulled out of me, we did clean up, and got out of the shower to dry off. We made our way back into the guest bedroom and back into bed. He spooned me, and wrapped his arms around me. "Carrie, I probably did something in there I shouldn't have. I know we weren't using protection and I still came inside of you. I want you to know that I love you, and if you are pregnant, I'll do everything I can to help you care for that child." He kissed my shoulder. 

"I also want to tell you something that can't be repeated. Maggie and I are having problems with our marriage. After Jenny was born, three years ago, Maggie lost all interest in sex. As you can imagine, that puts a strain on our relationship. We have tried seeing a marriage counselor, and it doesn't look like it's going to work out. Carrie, I'm telling you this because, I want to be with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I know your parents would not like it because I'm so much older than you, and you just turned eighteen. I've wanted you since the day you first stepped into our house. I was so happy when you turned 18. That meant I could fuck you without going to jail." He kissed my shoulder again.

"Are you still awake?" He rolled me over to see tears in my eyes. He kissed them away. "We will be together no matter what it takes. I know we're meant to be together. I love you."

"Yes, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, too."

So, two years later, Kevin and I are married. We have a daughter, Madeline. Kevin was right, my parents weren't happy, but they're starting to come around. Kevin and I spend as much time as possible having sex. I don't think our sex life will ever fall apart. I need his cock too much. We're trying for child number two right now. His cock is pounding away inside me as I type this out. Wish us luck!



Carrie



Four years ago as a 14 year old the girl trapped inside my body was screaming to be released from her prison. I had showed up at school on the first day of my freshman year wearing a dress from my sister's closet. I've never worn boys clothing since. Carrie became my new persona replacing Todd.

Psychologist Jen Robertson, herself a male to female transsexual, had taken me on as a patient less than a month into my freshman year. The thirty five year old attractive blond was at first all business. Over time I recounted my life story little by little. We chatted also about dresses, tresses and shopping and grew close. The sessions came to feel like I was chatting with my aunt. 

Barely a month into my psychological therapy, I had begun hormone treatments under the care of endocrinologist Gerry Westin. Regular visits monitored my weight and blood pressure, as well as desired and undesired effects of the hormones. At my young age something more was needed. My doctor added the testosterone blocker spironolactone. 

By age 18, I had become as feminine in appearance as any genetic girl. My new look had become a source of pride. Softened skin, vase like curve, and boobs had all appeared. The bone structure of my head and face also worked to my advantage.

Mark stood five foot 11 with an athletic build, sandy blond hair, pretty gray eyes and kissable full lips. I had met the twenty year old recently.

It was on a warm, late Friday afternoon. The sun was low in the sky and casting long shadows across the field. There was very little breeze. Like everyone else playing softball that evening, I was perspiring in the humid air.

I had dressed that day in blue Canyon River core tank top with white shorts and white sneakers. My wavy dark brown hair fell onto my shoulders. Dark red gloss colored my lips and birthstone earrings hung below the lobes.

Looking at the Indigo Red Timex watch on my left wrist I noted the time. It was 705. We had been playing for a little over an hour. Batting tenth in the order, I had come up to the plate just twice. 

Three other girls on the field, all genetic, also batted low in the order. Cindy and I sat together on the team bench. Carla and Terry played on the other team.

No one knew that they were looking at a t girl. From a few feet away I felt Mark's eyes on me. A few seconds passed slowly. Just come over and talk to me if you're so interested I told myself. I turned and looked back. He turned away.

Mark Brenner was a quiet, and probably shy 20 year old. Maybe he had been with girls in the past or maybe he had not. I neither knew nor cared. I'll date him I told myself. He's gorgeous.

Finally as the game ended at dusk I decided to approach him. Walking quickly I caught up with him halfway to the road. 

"Hi," I said. "You played a good game today."

I figured he could use a complement.

"You didn't play poorly either."

He referred to the catch I made and my two singles. In fact I barely had to move for the pop fly.

"Maybe it's the tomboy in me from my younger days."

Referring to myself this way would not betray my past as a boy. I knew that tomboy types were not rare.

We were not strangers. Two months earlier I had taken the night job stocking the store shelves. Mark was there. Though we had not spoken much I knew that he played guitar, watched very little television, preferred the Blues and adapted his I pod to play through the car radio. I knew that during his teens he and friends had formed a band. It didn't play for any money but they had fun in the back yard.

He knew a few things about me. I talked about my sister, and my brother. He knew that I once enjoyed climbing trees and playing football in the back yard as well as playing with my dolls. I did not say that the dolls actually belonged to my sister Laura. He had seen my perky sense of humor. He knew that I enjoyed watching Burn Notice.

Reaching his car I continued walking. My own wheels were three spaces further up the road also along the edge of the grass.

"Carrie hold up a second!"

I stopped and turned back toward him.

"I was wondering if I could take you out for ice cream."

"Sure," I said. "Then you can bring me to that new book store."

I was excited at the prospect of going on a date with him but at the same time a little nervous. O God I thought. He will see my penis then it's all over. I tried to think more pleasant thoughts. Maybe he's bi. He won't care what's between my legs. 

Tens of hours fantasizing had led to lost sleep. This slightly red eyed girl had played in bed with one imaginary friend after another. The dildo made with look and feel of a real penis enhanced the imagination.

I was sitting on the living room sofa staring out the bay window when Mark's blue Honda pulled into the driveway. A Saturday evening out was rare for me, and then only with the girls. 

Mark stood in the open door.

"Hi handsome," I said grinning.

"Hey," he replied. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yup," I answered.

We walked out the door. 

Back home three hours later with my detective novel in it's white Borders shopping bag, I was not ready to count the night finished. I turned to Mark wanting a romantic evening. My lips pressed against his. My arms went around hs shoulders.

"Come inside and stay for a while."

"Sure," he said.

On that note, we walked inside by the front door and down the stairs where I had an HD tv. We sat close on the sofa caressing. He kissed my neck. A second kiss followed then a third and a forth. His lips moved to my cheek. Our lips came together again and this time mouths opened. Our tongues went into each other's mouths.

He withdrew and stared.

"You're looking at my boobs."

As if a little shy, he blushed. Somehow I knew that he would react that way to my comment.

I pulled the medium orchid top over my head and off then reached behind and unfastened the maiden form. With a nudge of the straps it fell onto my lap.

"Wow, nice tits," he remarked. 

He put his open hands against me and rubbed the boobs gently causing the nipples to go erect.

"It feels good."

"I've got something else that feels good too."

"I'll bet," I answered. 

I giggled nervously. I hope he doesn't mind bum fucking me I told myself. At the same time it was exciting.

"Go for it you gorgeous hunk," I said softly.

Encouraged, he opened my shorts pulled them down past my knees, to my feet and off. My moment of truth had arrived. Mark took hold of my panties and pulled them just far enough.

"It's awesome!" As always, his voice was soft.

Now I knew that he was mine. His hand closed around the modest last remnant of boyhood tugging lightly.

"I never had a chick with a dick before. It's so great!"

I leaned in for another kiss allowing him to fondle that five and a half inch penis as much as he desired. With a lot of coaxing it could still go erect.

"Can you still cum?"

"I'm afraid not," I said frowning. "Hormones leave a person dry."

"No matter," he answered continuing to pull it.

The dildo had left my butt hole stretched which was a mixed blessing. Would he realize that I had been using one or think that I had been with other men?

"A dildo is a great thing to have."

"I'll bet," he replied. "Did you name it too?"

I giggled. "Did you name yours?"

"Matt," he replied quickly.

"Oh so it's Matthew," I teased.

"I've never made it with a girl before."

"Neither have I," I answered.

"He was real."

Mark stripped naked leaving his clothing in a heap on the floor. Going to my knees I leaned into his cock, licked it then took it into my mouth. While my head bobbed he rubbed my shoulders. Taking my own cock in hand I kept it hard while his balls touched my chin.

My first time ever with a man, I wanted more than just a the taste of cock. I pulled back, turned facing him, and sat straddling his lap, resting my hamstrings onto my calves. Ecstasy showed in Mark's eyes as I looked down and rode him. It was the same feeling for me.

The climax came. Viscous cum oozed from my buttocks hole and down the cheek as I withdrew from him. I cleaned myself using the paper towel roll nearby.

We had done it at last. I chose not to inquire about his little episode with Matthew, if in fact he had one.

Choice of location could bring an element of risk. Without a place to call my own, my parent's home had to suffice. Seeking to avoid being embarrassed, I dressed quickly. The action encouraged him to dress also. 



Carrie



Dan walked briskly toward the nondescript rental car waiting for him in the parking lot. He opened the passenger door and laid his computer bag on the seat then shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. He opened the door and slumped heavily into the seat. Expelling a sigh of relief he loosened his tie before starting the car. The radio was on a news channel prompting Dan to search for music to sooth him on the ride back to the hotel. He found a rock station then put the car in gear. 

The fifteen minute drive to the hotel was uneventful. Unless that is you want to count being cut off three times and being flipped off once. Dan just chalked it up to a typical rush hour. The sky was overcast and it looked like it might rain. Dan drove into the parking deck across from the hotel and found a spot on the fourth level. He exited the car, retrieved his bag and walked to the stairwell marked in large yellow letters on the gray cement wall. After dropping down one level Dan strolled across the glass enclosed walkway that connected the parking deck to the hotel. He entered on a mezzanine that overlooked the hotel lobby. He entered the first available elevator and rode upward to his room on the 16th floor.

The door to the room released with a click in response to the swipe of his room card. The room was decorated in muted greens. Dan put the computer bag on the desk chair and started to undress. He stripped down to his underwear carefully hanging up the suit while tossing the other clothes onto a shelf in the closet. He would fold them when he packed up to leave in two days.

Two more days until the flight home and a return to his own bed. Dan put on his work out clothes. A pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and cross trainers. Next he retrieved his I-Pod and ear buds from the computer bag. He left the room plugging in the ear buds as he walked to the elevator. By the time the elevator door opened he was getting lost in the music. The first step to coming down from another demanding day on the road. 

The elevator conveyed him to the 2nd floor where he exited and walked to the exercise room. He was relieved to find an available elliptical machine to the rear of the room. He acknowledged the four other travelers who were already present with a few perfunctory nods and mounted the machine. He fumbled with the unfamiliar controls setting the time and resistance. 

Dan settled into the routine. About ten minutes in he began to perspire. The tension and bullshit of the day began to slowly wash away. One of the anonymous men had left and another had joined. The television was on ESPN. The I-pod masked the sound in the room. 

Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the door swing inward. He shifted his attention to the door to see a woman entering the room. From the distance she appeared attractive. She wore a gray sleeveless athletic shirt trimmed in green and matching jogging pants. He guessed she was about 5'3". As she neared him he confirmed that she was indeed attractive, very attractive. She appeared to be in her mid thirties. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a short pony tail. Her youthful appearance was only betrayed by the slight creases that were visible on the outside of her stunning jade green eyes. A grin slowly crept across Dan's face as he appraised her approvingly. She flashed a bright white smile when she noticed him smiling at her. He acknowledged her smile with a nod which she may not have noticed as she turned away to climb on the treadmill in front of him to his left.

He watched intently as she checked out the machine controls before she dismounted and began a regimen of stretching exercises. She faced the front of the room as she slowly rolled her head from side to side and round before reaching for the ceiling. When she completed this series of stretches she braced herself against the treadmill leaned forward and stretched out her hamstrings and calves. Dan admired the toned body as she continued moving to sit on the floor and began performing abdominal and arm stretches while facing perpendicular to him. As she leaned to touch her toes he had a clear view of her cleavage. He guessed she was a 34 C. When she finished she looked up and caught him staring. Luckily his face was already red from exercise. He was pleased when she again grinned broadly at him as she arose, turned and stepped on the machine.

Dan was now about twenty minutes into his workout and the perspiration was flowing freely. He felt invigorated by both the exercise and watching his gym mate. He watched as he began to walk briskly on the treadmill. He was mesmerized as he gazed at her firm bottom flexing with each stride. She was in very good shape for her age. Dan thought her body expressed all the best features of a woman her age. He surmised that her butt and breasts were both probably a little larger than in her youth; yet they still were both round and firm. He would enjoy today's workout more than usual because of her presence.

About five minutes into her workout she began to jog. A few minutes later she was running. Dan noticed the sweat glistening on her exposed skin. The shirt rode up a bit on her back exposing less than an inch on skin above the waistband of her pants. The sheen of sweat was present there as well. Dan felt the desire for this beautiful woman building in his mind and loins. 

When Dan reached the end of his forty minutes of exercise he was disappointed. He wiped his face and neck with the towel as he slowly walked to the front of the room to the water cooler. Only he and the woman remained. He hadn't noticed anyone leaving since he was to intent on watching her. Breathing heavily he gulped down two cone shaped cups of water trying to look casual. She had slowed to a walk entering the cool down phase of her workout. They made eye contact. He couldn't help himself as he smiled at her again then turned to leave. 

As he stepped into the hall he could see the pool across the hall. He moved closer to look at the hours. Maybe he would take a swim tomorrow for a change of pace. When he read the sign on the door he noticed that there was a sauna in the pool area. That sounded great. He opened the door and moved toward the sauna. He slipped off his shoes and socks and left them outside the sauna but left the I-Pod on as he entered guessing that the dry heat shouldn't do it any harm. It was a small sauna with two benches. At best it would accommodate half a dozen people. He spread the towel that he'd picked up on the way into the sauna on the lowest bench. Since he was alone he decided to lie down. He closed his eyes and soon felt the sweat oozing out of his pores.

A few minutes later he felt something brush against his leg. He opened his eyes with a start to see his workout companion climbing to the second bench. She was looking at him and her lips were moving but the music drowned out her works. He sat up franticly pulling out the ear buds.

"I'm sorry; I couldn't hear you" he said pointing at the ear bud. "I didn't mean to hog the whole place." He blurted out as he rushed to sit up and make room for her to.

As she sat on the higher bench she replied, "Oh, don't worry. I was just trying to apologize for being so clumsy and bumping you. I didn't mean to disturb you. Please lie back down and relax."

"As small as this room is that would be rather rude. I'll be fine sitting up anyway. I might get too relaxed and doze off otherwise. " 

He noticed that her legs were bare and she had a towel around her waist. Dan admired her firm thighs and taunt calves. Her shoes were missing to. Her red manicured toenails matched her fingernails and lipstick. He looked back at her face when he realized he was being too obvious and was relieved to see the hint of a smile on her lips.

"Sorry, I ... um, thought you were dressed differently in the gym. I didn't mean to stare."

She pause, then replied. "No, your right I didn't want to ruin my pants or shoes. I left them in the changing room." She leaned toward him and whispered conspiratorially, "Don't tell anyone. I've just got my underwear on under here", she said pointing at the towel. 

It was then that Dan realized that she was flirting with him. She had followed him into the sauna. She was interested in him as he was in her. His mind began racing. It had been a long time since he had been in this situation.

It had only been seven weeks since the divorce from Cathy was finalized. She had filed for divorce six months before. It had shocked and hurt him horribly when he got the papers and he was still far from over the emotional havoc it wreaked on him. 

He met Cathy at work when he was just out of college. They dated, moved in together and married four years later. Then after eighteen years of marriage and two children together it was over. He blamed himself. He was too immersed in his job. He took her for granted, or so she said, and that was that. It was still painful to think about. Now he lived in a small apartment and saw the kids on weekends. He was still trying to pull his life together and his self esteem was a little low, to say the least.

He pulled himself back to the present and tried to think of a response. He said the first thing that popped into his head. "I won't turn you in to the sauna police if you join me for dinner." He immediately felt like a bit of an idiot. 

"Why, that sounds a bit like blackmail, Mr. ..." she answered with a bright smile that assured him she was playing along. 

"Um, sorry. McBride, Dan McBride and you are?"

"Carrie, nice to meet you and yes I think dinner would be nice. Why don't we meet in the hotel bar in an hour?"

She slowly stood up. The towel rode up high exposing her thighs. She didn't try to pull it down until she was at the door.

"See you there?"

Dan answered quickly, "Yes one hour see you then." He hoped he didn't sound too desperate. 

She nodded her affirmation as she walked out the door. Dan slumped happily backwards leaning against the higher bench. He felt like a kid in high school reveling that he had successfully made a date.

Dan waited for a few minutes then headed to his room. He started the shower and stripped down. He looked at himself in the mirror. At 41 his dark brown hair was gray at the temples. He stood 6'2" and weighed 200 lbs and was in reasonably good shape. He stepped in the shower and soaped the sweat from his body. He dried himself off and started off to change when he thought to shave. He lathered up his face and thought of Carrie's smile and green eyes while he razored the stubble from his face. Dan chose a pair of Khaki slacks and a blue short sleeved shirt. He clicked on the television to catch the news on CNN as he dressed. He shut the light off and closed the door behind him and made his way to the lounge.

Dan was about ten minutes ahead of schedule. He thought he would beat Carrie so he was surprised to see her seated at the bar sandwiched between two men. He felt his heart drop a little until she smiled and waved. She grabbed her small clutch purse in one hand and her martini glass in the other and walked toward him. She wore a sleeveless print blouse with a keyhole opening that showed off her cleavage, tight fitting acid washed jeans, and open toed red high heeled shoes. She put the drink down on the table to his right before greeting him with a quick hug. He reveled in the sensation of her soft breasts pushing against his chest. 

He pulled himself together and suggested they sit at the table her drink was on. She took a seat on and he sat in the chair to her left as he looked around for a waitress. 

Flashing a brilliant smile Carrie said, "I'm glad you got here early. I was stuck between two would be women killers competing for my attention. I would have had a hard time shaking them on my own. I half expected it sitting at the bar in a hotel alone. But I didn't want to miss you."

"Glad I was able to help." Dan replied as appraised her beauty. 

She wore light makeup with red lipstick to match her nails. She had two piercings in each ear. Beaded earring dangled from her ear lobes and small jeweled studs were in the cartilage just above the lobes. A modest gold necklace adorned her neck with a garnet pendant that led his eyes to her chest. His eyes strayed to the view of her cleavage through the keyhole and he quickly moved his eyes to her face. The amused smile on her lip and the shine in her eyes let him know he was caught, but assured him that she didn't mind.

The waitress arrived. Dan ordered a gin and tonic then asked Carrie if she would like another drink which she declined since hers was half full.

"What is that you're drinking?"

"An old fashioned dry martini with gin. No girlie drinks for me. Don't worry though, I can hold my own. You won't have to carry me home." She responded with a wicked grin.

They talked and felt each other out a bit. He explained that he was meeting with some difficult customers trying to resolve a pricing dispute. She was in town to meet with clients and train them on new software. They were on their second round of drinks before he explained that he was recently divorced. Carrie told him that she had been married previously and left it at that. He enjoyed her company, her smile, and her easy laugh.

Carrie swirled the last of her martini in the glass before swallowing it. She removed the olive from the glass held it to her mouth and with the tip of her tongue pulled it off the toothpick and into her mouth. She smiled for a moment.

"I'm famished, let's get some dinner. There's a sushi bar about six blocks from here if you don't mind the walk." After a pause but before Dan could answer she asked. "You do like sushi?

He assured her he did like sushi and didn't mind the walk. 

In spite of the overcast sky it was still a pleasant temperature. The downtown crowd had thinned out so they could take their time and not feel harried as they strolled down the avenue.

They were greeted by the chef and his assistant behind the bar when they entered the small restaurant. A cute Japanese hostess greeted them as well and asked their seating preference. Dan started to suggest the bar. He liked watching the chef's in action and the occasional free samples. Before he could ask Carrie asked for a booth. The hostess seated them and handed them the menu and order sheet as she asked what they would like to drink. Carrie suggested a premium sake and Dan concurred. The hostess bowed and left.

"What do you like Dan?"

"I like the nigiri the best, but the rolls and sashimi are fine too."

"The sashimi I my favorite. I love the texture of the seafood and the way it feels in my mouth. I'm very oral." Carrie responded running the tip of her tongue along the inside edge of her upper lip.

The waitress appeared with the sake and poured the chilled liquid in the small glasses. Dan gulped his down quickly as Carrie sipped hers. He felt it burn slightly as she and poured him another.

Carrie filled out the order sheet as they worked their way down the list. The waitress stopped back by and picked up their order which included Miso soup and salads. The soup and salad arrived quickly. They dug into the food with gusto.

Carrie asked Dan if he was on the road a lot. He explained that he traveled at least once a month, usually two times. She nodded.

"I'm on the road at least once a month. I don't mind it too much but it can be a little boring and lonely at times." Carrie replied.

The large boat shaped platter arrived interrupting Carrie. They both took pieces of sushi from the platter using chopsticks. Carrie at slowly, savoring the flavor of the seafood. Dan forced himself to take his time. 

They continued to chat and learn more about each other as they ate. Dan couldn't take his eyes off Carrie. He was intent on the story she was telling when he felt her foot rubbing against his calf. His eyes glanced down even though he knew the table would block his view. When he looked back she smiled coyly. 

"Why don't we go get some dessert?" Carrie asked "I know just the place three blocks west of here."

They got the check, paid and walked out the door. The temperature was dropping and the air was cooler. They had only traveled a block when it started to rain lightly. They walked faster. Dan put his arm around Carrie's waist and pulled her to him to help combat the cool air. She gratefully nuzzled in. When they stopped for traffic he looked down at her. She in turn looked up and surprised him with a brief kiss. 

The wind howled between the high rise buildings and the rain started to pour down before they made it to the next cross street. They were soaking wet when they made it to the dessert café. Dan suggested they order to go and go back to the hotel to change. Carrie agreed and ordered for the two of them while Dan flagged down a cab. Dan was waiting with the cab when Carrie came out. He helped her in and the cab cruised off in the pouring rain. Carrie sat close to Dan laying her head on his shoulder. The water from her hair was running down his neck but he didn't care. Her head and body against his felt wonderful. When she turned his head to look at her she put her hand gently on his cheek pulling him toward her lips. She kissed him gently at first, then passionately. Her tongue pushed past his lips and swirled in his mouth. He returned the kiss as he put his arm on the back of her shoulder and pulled her closer to him.

When they broke the kiss Dan was breathing rapidly. Carrie looked into his eyes with a penetrating gaze. He pulled her toward him and kissed her red lips again. Their tongues met as her hand rubbed his chest through his wet shirt. Her fingernails gently raked across his nipple causing Dan to shudder. 

When Carrie noticed his reaction she broke the kiss for a moment. She pulled his face to hers gently biting his lip before kissing him roughly. Her hand roamed his chest. Dan stroked her back. He felt his manhood starting to harden.

The cab halted and the driver called out the fare. Dan paid him not waiting for change as Carrie pulled him by the hand out of cab toward the hotel door. They entered and walked briskly to the elevator. Carrie pushed the button for the 21st floor. 

Unsure what to do Dan started to speak and leaned to push the button for his floor. "We can meet ...." Carrie put a finger on his lips and stopped his hand from pushing the button. She pulled him to her and kissed him.

"We can have dessert in my room." Then she kissed him again.

Carrie slid her card and pushed the door open. They entered the room and she turned on the lights. She still looked wonderful in spite of the wet hair and clothes. Dan could see her hard nipples poking through her wet blouse. She put the dessert bag down and opened the closet. She reached inside and tossed Dan a hotel terry cloth robe and took one for herself.

"Go ahead and get out of those wet clothes in the bathroom. I'll change out here. You won't peek will you?" She said with a smile.

Dan entered the bathroom and removed his wet clothes. The used a towel to dry off before he put the robe on. He realized that Carrie may need a towel.

He called out. "Do you want a towel?" 

"No, I'm fine. I just used the robe. Come on out dessert is waiting."

He opened the door and stepped out. The room was dark except for a light by the bed. Carrie lay in the bed under the covers with her head propped on two pillows. She motioned him over. He saw the piece of cheesecake on the bedside table. He was almost to the bed when he noticed her robe was on the chair by the window. She pulled the covers to the side to reveal her nakedness. 

Her body was slightly flushed from toweling off. The nipples on her full breasts were hard with desire. Her legs were slightly parted with one leg raised and bent at the knee giving him a clear view of the pink lips of vagina. 




Carrie



"Come here lover." She beckoned 

Dan neared the bed and unfastened the belt on the robe. His slowly hardening cock sprang out when the robe fell away. He lay on the bed next to Carrie. Their bodies moved together. He shuddered with lust when he felt her warm soft flesh pressed against him. Their lips met and he kissed her fiercely. Dan felt Carrie's hand on his cock. She gently pulled and stroked him to full hardness.

Carrie rolled onto her back pulled Dan on top of her. Her legs opened to receive him as she guided him to the opening of her warm moist slit. The heat and velvety wet softness engulfed him. Dan slowly started to pump in and out of Carrie. She held him tight and nibbled his neck and ear. 

Dan began to quicken his pace causing Carrie to moan slightly.

"Ugh. Oh yeah. Yes Dan. Umm. That's it." She purred.

Dan's balls tightened up. He pushed as deep inside Carrie as he could. Her knees were at his side her body responding to his thrusting. Dan could feel the pressure building up inside his shaft. He tried to hold it back but it had been a long time since he'd been with a woman and felt wanted. He moaned. Carrie's arms were wrapped around his back pulling him tight against her. 

"Ummm. That's it. Ohhh that's good." She whispered in his ear.

Dan couldn't contain himself. He slid his hands under her cheeks and pulled her up to him; then started to fuck her harder with unbridled lust.

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Damn". Dan exclaimed as cum pushed up his shaft and out inside Carrie. 

She ground her pelvis against him and held him tight as he shot inside her. One long spurt followed by three short ones. 

Dan blurted out "I'm sorry ... it's just been awhile ... and, well....."

"It's ok, it's fine." Carrie assured him "Don't worry. 

They cuddled and kissed for several minutes before Carrie gently nudged Dan to his side. 

"I know how to make it better. Let's have dessert." Carrie suggested.

Dan was embarrassed and didn't think dessert would be much help but he nodded affirmatively. Carrie picked up the carryout container and opened it.

"Oh, they forgot the forks. I told them we needed two. Well, we'll just have to make do." She said as she sank her finger into the messy strawberry topped cheesecake.

She liked it off her fingers then scooped up some and pushed toward Dan's mouth. He opened his mouth and accepted the cheesecake. She licked her fingers clean and flashed him a wicked smile before scooping more on her finger. Carrie smeared the small piece on Dan's penis then licked it off. She applied two more small helpings and did the same sucking his cock into her mouth with the second helping.

Carrie cradled his balls and sucked Dan expertly. Her tongue felt amazing and she rolled it around his head. Dan's dick started to come back to life. Carrie released him from her mouth and licked slowly up and down his shaft. Then she flicked her tongue at his sack before taking one of his balls in her mouth. She released it and did the same with the other ball. Her mouth moved back to hover less than an inch from the head of his cock. She looked up into his eyes and blew on his cock before swallowing it and taking the length of it into her throat. She moved up and down his shaft gagging slightly each time her lips reached the base. She let him slide slowly form her mouth.

Carrie reached over and scooped up more cheesecake but this time she smeared it on her right breast. Dan took the hint, leaned forward and gently lapped up the sweet desert, his tongue flicking at her stiff nipple until she was clean. Carrie applied cheesecake to left breast and Dan responded accordingly this time nibbling ever so lightly as he cleaned it off.

Carrie again took a finger full of cheesecake. She reached down between her legs and inserted the goo covered finger into the opening of her vagina. The cheesecake mingled with her juices and Dan's cum that clung to her lips and pubic hair. Dan slid backwards and moved his head down to her groin. He started to lick the inside of her thigh moving his mouth back and forth. His tongue lapped up the cheesecake. The sweetness contrasted to the saltiness of the sex juices. 

Dan licked at her lips and then her clitoris. Carrie's body jumped in response to his tongue at her clit. He sucked on it and licked it with more vigor. Carrie moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He moved lower and inserted his tongue into her most slit lapping up the last of the cheesecake. He worked his tongue in and out and back and forth. Carrie pushed his face against her. Soon his chin, cheeks and lips were covered with a film of her secretions. Carrie's hips rocked rhythmically against his face. Her breath grew deeper and more ragged. Dan's hands cupped her ass checks as her buried his face in her. Carrie moaned; her fingers were clawing at his head, her hips gyrating.

"Ohhh, fuck, yesss. You......, Oh God, Oh mmmmmmmmmmmmm Shit yeah Ohhhhh. I'm cumming, yeah I'mmm cumming"

Carrie ground herself against his face as her hips bucked. Dan didn't let up he licked up as much of her cum juice as he could. When she started to rock slower Dan pulled his face away. Her crotch was soaked. The white liquid was pooled in her asshole and shone on her cheeks and thighs. Her lips were swollen with pleasure. He wiped his chin on the sheets and slid up her body to kiss her. 

Carrie pulled him to her and kissed him roughly. He shoved his tongue in the mouth. The excitement of pleasuring Carrie had brought Dan's cock back to full rigidity. He reached down to his crotch and guided his shaft inside her. This time he wasn't so hesitant. Dan easily slid into her sopping wet hole. He started to fuck her hard and fast.

After several minutes in the missionary position Dan pulled out. He motioned and gently nudged Carrie to roll over. She raised her ass in the air and waited on her knees with her head on a pillow for him to mount her. Again Dan entered her waiting pussy easily. He slid in and out of her leaning across her torso fondling her full breasts. Then he rose up and grabbed her by the hips pounding in and out of her like a piston. Carrie moaned with pleasure. 

Dan leaned forward again gently pushing Carrie flat on the bed. He urged her to pull her legs together. His cock was snuggly held in her pussy by her closed legs. He pushed in and out while he kissed her neck and cheeks. Her head turned to the side. He kissed her open mouth wetly.

Dan again changed position helping Carrie onto her back. He entered her legs wrapped around him. Dan could feel his cum boiling up inside his ball sack. Carrie's face and chest were flushed. Her breathing was ragged, but no more ragged than Dan's. 

He kissed her fervently then said. "I'm cumming" and renewed his furious hip gyrations.

"Oh yeah. Cum in me. Make me cum again."

Dan felt the cum pushing up his shaft. The damn had burst and there was no holding it back. He slammed into Carrie grinding against her clit as the first stream of cum shot out into her waiting belly. Two more jets shot into. 

Carrie groaned with pleasure and shuddered. 

Dan bellowed "Oh fuck yeasssssssss. Shit Ughhhh" and collapsed on top of Carrie. 

They held each other tightly, kissing intensely at first and then slower with more tenderness. They lay in each other arms before drifting off to sleep.



Carrie



As I pull into the driveway, I feel the butterflies return to my stomach. We've hung out before, fooled around before, but every time I see her, I get butterflies. I sit in the truck for a minute, remembering the last time I saw her. I can feel myself getting wet as I remember how her hands felt on my breasts, her breath on my clit. I shake myself out of my remembrances, and walk up to her door. I knock, and she lets me in. I give her a hug hello, and we move to the kitchen to get a drink. She grabs a beer from the fridge, and mixes my vodka and juice.

We move to sit on her couch, me with one leg tucked up underneath me, facing her; her with her feet up on the coffee table, facing the TV. We just sit there for a moment, enjoying each other's company. She turns to face me, our eyes meet, and we smile. I ask how her day was, and she tells me it was ok. Her boss was out for the day, so it was a nice relaxing day with the kids. She asks about my day, and I roll my eyes, and say that it was just boring paperwork again. She laughs, and reminds me that I enjoy my job. As I stretch my arm out along the back of the couch, behind her head, I laugh too, and agree.

She leans her head back onto my arm as she smiles at me. I smile back, and move to place my drink on the coffee table, using it as an excuse to move closer to her. I wrap my arm around her as I sit back, and she shifts so our thighs are pressing together. She looks up at me, and asks what I want to do. I tell her it's up to her, as I let my hand fall onto her thigh. She leans forward, and grabs the TV remote. As she tries to find something to watch, I watch her. I can't seem to take my eyes off her. She's beautiful. I'm not sure what she sees in me, but I'm glad she sees it.

She finds something on TV, but neither of us are really watching it. She keeps sneaking looks at me, only to get caught each time. I finally laugh after catching her yet again, and pull her into a tight hug, pressing her against me. She leans into the hug and laughs herself. I relax my arms around her, but don't completely let go. She settles in, and we watch some TV for a bit. Eventually, we lay down, me on the inside of the couch, arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling off. She's lying on her back, but is watching the TV. Slowly, I start to move my top arm, using my hand to draw little circles on her stomach. Ever so slowly, the circles expand in size, until I'm just barely brushing the underside of her breast at the top of the circle. 

All this time, it looks as if she's just paying attention to the TV, and ignoring me, but I heard her sharp intake of breath the first time my fingers brushed against her breasts, telling me that she's not as absorbed in the TV show as she appears to be. I laugh to myself, and wonder how far I can go with teasing her before she'll give up pretending to watch TV. Slowly, I trace a line down her from her ribcage, along her hip, and down her thigh to her knee. I slowly start making circles again, but this time, instead of increasing the size of the circles, I slowly move up her leg. 

When I get close to the junction between her legs, I feel her shift slightly, and I know I've got her attention. Instead of continuing to move up with the circles, I move to the side, and continue up her side, over her hip, up her rib cage. When I get to her breasts, I flatten my hand out, and begin just running my hand over her flat stomach, imagining myself covering her with kisses. She moves the arm closest to me, and places her hand between my legs, and starts to gently kneed my thigh. I let my hand wander up over her breast, and I just cup it. As I allow my hand to just sit there, I can feel her anticipation in how she begins to kneed a little harder, almost asking me to do something. I move my thumb, just enough to brush over her nipple, and I can feel it harden under my touch. 

I gently pinch her nipple between my fingers, and she takes another sharp breath. Now I know I've got her undivided attention. She turns to look at me, and just looks into my eyes, as I play with her nipple and her with my thigh. I release her nipple and let my hand slowly drift back over her stomach, inching lower and lower. I run one finger under the waist of her jeans, testing to see how tight they are. I slowly unbutton them, and run my hand even lower. I trace the top of her panties with my finger, occasionally allowing my fingers to dip a little lower over her mound. I can feel her panties getting a little wetter each time. 

I slowly start to work her jeans down over her hips, and down her legs. She helps by lifting her gorgeous ass off the couch, then picking her legs up. Once her jeans reach her knees, she takes over, and sits up to remove them. As she sits forward, I reach under her shirt, and unclasp her bra. I grab the hem of her shirt, and pull it over her head, taking her bra with it, so when she lies back down, I have full access to her breasts. I lean down and nip at her nipple with my teeth, then soothe it with my tongue. Each nip causes her breath to catch for just a second. I suck her nipple into my mouth, and it's almost as if it controls her whole body. As I suck, her back arches, forcing her nipple farther into my mouth. 

I allow her nipple to slip out of my mouth as I go back to tracing her panty line with my hands. However, this time, I trace the top, and the sides. I can feel the heat radiating from her when my fingers trace out where her panties meet her legs. I can't help but run my fingers over the crotch of her panties when I feel that heat. She moans, and I catch her moan in my mouth as I lean down to kiss her passionately. I slowly trace her slit with my fingers, feeling her arch against me again. Our tongues intertwine, each of us teasing the other, as I slowly slip my hand underneath her panties to feel her heat and wetness with nothing in the way. I can't believe how wet she is. I dip my fingers into that wetness, and then raise my fingers to my lips and taste her. She watches me, her eyes glassed over with desire. 

I can't stand it another minute. I need to see her, all of her. I slide out from next to her, and slide her panties down her legs, and off of her. I take a minute to just sit back and look at her. I can't believe how beautiful she is. She leans forward and kisses me gently. I kiss her back, slowly pushing her to lie back down. I carefully lay down on top of her, kissing her, tongues in each others mouths. I slide my hand back down between her legs, this time doing more than just teasing her. I slowly trace her slit with the tip of my finger, pressing a little harder to part her lips. I feel, rather than hear, her breath catch when my finger grazes across her clit. I slowly circle around it, not touching, just missing it. I feel her pushing against my hand, trying to get my fingers on her very sensitive button. 

I give in, not able to deny her anything. I press my fingers against her button, and feel her push back. I move my fingers in a circle, the way I know she likes. Unable to help myself, I slide one finger inside her. Her heat is incredible. As I slide another finger in, her walls grip them tight, as if they'll never let go. Sliding my fingers in and out of her, I slowly move down so my face is even with her pussy. Never letting my fingers stop, I lick her from my fingers to her clit. 

The second my tongue connects with her clit, she jumps, not expecting it. I suck it into my mouth, playing my tongue over it. I feel her walls clamp down even tighter on my fingers, and I know she's about to cum. I let go of her clit just long enough to say "Cum for me baby," and suck her clit back into my mouth. The second I do, I can feel her let go. Her cum floods over my fingers, coating them even more. I keep my fingers moving, prolonging her orgasm, until she's begging me to stop; I slow my fingers down, bringing her down gently. 

I lick my fingers clean, and move off of her. I slowly move so I'm between the back of the couch and her, and slide one arm under her neck, the other rests on her chest. I kiss her, letting her taste herself on me. She kisses me back passionately, throwing her arm over me to pull herself closer to me. As we lay there, I feel her breathing even out, and I know she's fallen asleep. I close my eyes, and allow myself to drift off, wondering how I got so lucky.



Carrie



I often wonder how I get myself into these situations. I am not a bad guy. I just seem to find myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am a 30 year old married man. I have a wonderful wife and two kids with another on the way. I own a horse ranch and make my money buying and selling. I could be described as a modern day cowboy. I am considered handsome and with the type of work I do I stay in great shape. I run horses through an auction barn about 200 miles away. 

One weekend a month a haul up there and sell horses. I stay at a local motel and eat whenever I get a chance. This past month my neighbor asked me if I could haul a horse for them. They were getting rid of their daughters horse since she couldn't handle it. I knew these people for years and had a good relationship with them so it was no problem. 

Carrie, the daughter, was going to drive up and ride it in the arena so all I had to do is make sure it made it there. The sale starts on Saturday morning and runs through the weekend. I like to get there Friday night, get the best stalls, ride the horses around and be prepared for the next day. I had reserved a room in advance so I didn't worry about the fact that they had no vacancy left as I passed by and made my way to the sale barn. I unloaded the animals and unhooked the trailer. I was prepared to ride a horse when Carrie showed up. I took her to her horse and helped her get it ready. She was a little scared of it so I had her follow me so it could get used to the yards. Satisfied with the way it went, Carrie rode solo and I concentrated on my other horses. 

After I rode them all I gave them hay and water and made my way to the tack sale they held on Friday nights. I drank a few beers that I had brought and watched the sale. Carrie made her way up the stands to where I was sitting. Her horse was all taken care of and she was all set for the sale the next day. She asked me where I was staying and I told her. She then mumbled something about the long drive so I offered to let her stay with me. She eagerly accepted and we decided to get a bite to eat and crash. 

We ate at a local honky tonk and after a steak and some beers I was ready to get to the room. When we got to the room she called her parents and told them her plans. They thought it was a good idea and wanted to be sure she thanked me for helping out. Next we had to settle the sleeping arrangement. There was only one bed and so I thought I would be nice and take the floor. Carrie must have anticipated staying because she brought an over night bag in and slipped into the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

Now I must admit that Carrie was a very good looking young lady. She is around 5'7 and probably weighs in at about 115lbs. She just turned 18 and recently developed what I would guess to be a firm set of 34 B's. She is the long slender type with sandy brown hair and big blue eyes. I often flirted around with the young cowgirls and Carrie was no exception. I always felt she had a little crush on me through the years but I would never even think to pursue anything since I was married and I knew her since she was just a kid. It was plenty warm in the room and I was wearing a pair of sport boxers and a t-shirt. Carrie came out wearing a little nightie without a bra underneath. She bent down and I noticed her white laced panties looking very inviting. 

I don't know if it was the beer or the circumstances but I was feeling very attracted to this young lady tonight. I figured the best thing for me to do was to sleep it off. I told Carrie to kill the lights as she was playfully romping around the room. She jumped into the bed as she hit the switch. She started babbling about what she expected tomorrow as I couldn't stop thinking about her. I took off my shirt as she tried to talk so big like most teeny bops do and I now wondered if she was still a virgin. I tried to get these thoughts out of my head since I knew her parents fully trusted me as did my wife. 

Carrie started telling me about the big party she was missing and how there were cute guys that would be there. She said that one of the guys was a stud and he had already been with 11 girls. She said she was thinking about being number 12. I asked her why and she said because he was totally hot. I laughed and said that the little smart ass had probably never been with anyone before. She started talking as big as she could saying that she knew girls he had and that he was cool and things like that. 

I dismissed it as b.s. and she really tried to prove her worth saying that she wasn't as innocent as everyone thought and asked me if I could keep a secret. I thought that this was getting good so I said yes. She turned on the lamp as scurried to her bag. She fumbled around a little and then turned to face me. She stuck out her tongue, displaying a ball tongue ring. I laughingly asked what her parents would think as she ran back to the bed. She said they would probably kill her and I agreed. I asked her if she knew what tongue rings were for and she sheepishly answered yes. I was really getting horned up so I tried to change the subject. She told me that I had a nice six pack. 

I agreed, saying that there is nothing better than a six pack of mickey bigmouths. She laughed and said that she was referring to my stomach muscles. Surprized by her forwardness, I tried to act like an adult and told her to kill the lights again and get to bed. Now I really couldn't get her out of my mind. I thought to myself that she couldn't handle a real man. I wondered what that tongue ring would feel like against my cock and what her young pussy would taste like. I wanted to fuck her brains out but I knew better. I drifted off to sleep only to be awaken around 2 am. The wind was howling loudly as it was thundering and lightening out. 

The hot humid air finally produced a hell of a storm. Carrie was scared. She asked if I would sleep by her. I was a little groggy and said yes. I slid into bed against her. The feeling of her warm body next to mine sent a shiver through me. I decided I had better face the other way and rolled over. She moved tight against me as I felt her breath against the back of her neck. I knew I had to fall asleep. As I was slowly drifting in and out of sleep, I noticed her arm slide around me. Her hand slowly slid down to my abs with her elbow resting on my hip. She gently started to run her fingers lightly against my stomach muscles down to the top of my boxers and back up. The hair on the back of my neck started to stand up as I was really getting turned on. I was now fully awake as she worked her courage up to feel a little lower and allowed her hand to brush against the tremendous bulge I now sported. I think she thought I was sleeping so I laid motionless. 

She slowly felt along it's great length as I tried to resist this torturous temptation. She continued to let her fingers do the walking as I did the best I could to hold still. She was basically feeling me out as I could hardly take it. I wanted to see how far she would go but I decided I had enough. I slowly rolled over to face her. She pulled her hand back and we laid in the darkness not knowing what to do next. I raised my hand to touch her face. I slowly lowered it, running my fingers down her neck and on to her nightie over her breasts. I slowly ran my fingers around her nipples as they were at full attention. 

I continued with my slow descent, running my fingers down her nightie and to her little panties. I slid my fingers upward and brushed through her cunt lips as she grabbed my arm and bellowed a quick moan. Her panties were wet as I now knew I was past the point of no return. I leaned in and brushed her lips with mine. She squeezed me tight as we passionately kissed. I parted my lips and ran my tongue lightly against her lips. When she parted her lips I entered my tongue, searching out hers. Her mouth was warm and wet and when our tongues met a strong sensation went through my body. 

I felt the tongue ring rub against my tongue and couldn't help but think about what it would feel like against my hard pole. I aggressively licked her neck. Her young body tasted good as I sucked her neck and worked my way down. She was breathing heavy as I lifted her nightie and pulled it off. I rubbed against her warm body as I searched in the darkness for her young breasts. Her nipples felt surprisingly large as I squeezed her firm breasts. I reached up and turned a small lamp on so I could see this young goddesses beautiful body. When my eyes locked on to her big blue eyes, I couldn't believe that I was fondling a young lady who I once coached in t-ball. 

Her tight body looked so inviting as it was tan and firm. Her breasts looked bigger than b's as her slender body accented them. She had a submissive look on her face as though she might have bitten off more than she could chew. I lowered myself down and took her left breast lightly in my hand and started to gently lick around her nipple. As I continued this I could see the nipple harden before my eyes. 

When I took it in my warm mouth she arched her back and moaned. I started to suck her tit passionately. She squeezed the back of my hair as I switched to the other young breast. I wasn't holding anything back as I sucked her tits. They were so perky and responded well to my wet mouth. I continued my oral attack on her firm rack when I noticed the slight scent of her pussy. She was definitely coming into heat as I hungrily sucked her ripe melons. I wanted to taste her young snatch in the worst way. I reached down a pulled her little panties apart with one tremendous pull. She yelped as her panties were ripped apart and off her young body. 

I wasted no time as I released her breast from my mouth and licked my way down to her young pussy. I spread her legs and looked at her young cunt. Her pussy hairs were the same sandy brown color as the hair on her head. She had a light patch over the opening as her still developing body looked sultry. I ran my thumbs through her pussy lips as she took a deep breath. She was already wet and the smell of her love was thick. I leaned in to taste as she squealed with anticipation. When my tongue split her pussy lips she moaned in delight. I licked her opening and tasted her juice. I licked a little deeper and sucked on each lip and licked her inner pussy walls. She was tight and wet and her juice was warm as I continued to lick my way around her warm love canal. I lifted her legs over my shoulders as she was bucking against my strong licks. 

Her pussy lips started to swell as blood rushed to her loins, readying them for the inevitable. She really started to squirm when I locked onto her precious little clit and started to suck it dry. She was trembling with passion as her clit was quivering. As I alternated licks through her moist snatch with sucking her clit she started to squeeze my head with her legs and purr loudly. With that she had a thunderous orgasm. Her joy juice gushed through her soaked pussy as she screamed in delight. I lapped up the mess I made and finally tasted her young love. I continued to eat her out as her young pussy came back fast. She was sweating bullets and breathing hard as my oral assault filled her pussy and pumped it back into shape. I lifted myself up so she could notice the huge tent I was sporting in the front of my sport boxers. 

She instantly got the hint as she sat up and started rubbing my abs. She admitted that she was still a virgin but she has given head before. I thought my cock was going to explode when I heard those words from her young mouth. She pulled my boxers down as my stiff cock bounced out. Her big blue eyes grew as she stared at my fully loaded meat wagon. I was a man among boys as far as she was concerned. My dick was thick and hard and probably approaches the ten inch mark. She licked her lips as she grabbed my cock with both her hands a gently stroked me. I felt my cock jump at the sight of the tongue piercing. She stroked my great width and long shaft until she was satisfied. I had an obvious smear of precum covering the cock head as she slowly lowered in and put her warm lips around it and sucked it clean.

She pulled back and swallowed, tasting what was in store. She lowered in and again sucked my cockhead only this time taking it deeper and allowing for her pierced tongue to lick across it. The strong sensation shot a shiver up my spine and I nearly blew my wad right there. Not to embarrass myself, I reached down and lifted my huge cock straight up allowing her easy access to my huge balls. As she sucked one, then the other I tried to figure out a way to make her blow job last. The thought of what I was doing with a trusted friends young daughter combined with the tongue piercing, had my huge cock ready to explode. I wasn't sure what to do as she continued to bob for apples. She took my dick from my hands and started to lick up my long shaft. The tongue piercing accented her lick and was driving my thick prick crazy. I almost lost it again when she licked across my sensitive head. I stopped her from going in for the kill. She looked up at me and asked what was wrong. I asked her if she had ever given head with the piercing in her mouth. She said no that she had only given head a couple times and that this was the first time with her new "tool".

I admitted to her that the events of the evening and the sensation of the tongue piercing on my thick cock in her tight mouth was going to make me blow real fast. I was shocked when she said that she didn't mind and that she would swallow my load and suck me back to shape. A devilish grin graced her face as she took my hard cock into her mouth. She started to slowly bob back and fourth and taking in more and more of my cock into her tight mouth. The warm sensation of the tongue piercing was driving me crazy and she knew it. This little teenage slut was sucking my dick and dragging her metal along my thick shaft repeatedly. Well as predicted I wasn't lasting long as I had immediately felt the twinge from deep beneath. I grabbed her head and started to thrust, driving my huge cock deep into her throat and mouth fucking her. 

The tongue piercing did its job as on about the fifth thrust I held her head and planted my hard cock deep down her throat. I tensed as my cock became even wider and I felt a powerful explosion shoot through my manhood. Thick, hot cum shot down her throat as she tried to pull back. I held her head steady and allowed for my cock to drain down her throat. I was shooting load after load into her mouth as she finally relented and held my ass tight and swallowed all she could. She was breathing heavily through her nose as her mouth was air tight around my thick cock. I was moaning like a mad man as I she successfully sucked me dry. I was shocked to look down and see her rock her head forward and take in the rest of my cock down her throat. It had softened but couldn't have shrunken much. I let go of her head as she continued her sword swallowing act and deep throated me. When she slowly started to retreat, I watched as cum started to drip from my shaft. Her little mouth had worked wonders as she finally pulled my large crank from her mouth and dropping a huge wad of cum down to my balls. 

My dick looked like it had just come back from a war as she sat back and worked at catching her breath. She was sweating bigtime and her little mouth was swollen from sucking my dick. Her rib cage glistened as I watched it expand with each deep breath. Her tits were still large as she looked like a fighter between the ninth and tenth round. She was staring at my cock as I asked her if she had enough. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and went in for the kill. She first licked the cum from my balls and swallowed. She sucked on my cock head and made sure I could feel the piercing slid against me. She then started to lick feverishly up and down my long shaft. Her metal was back at it and my cock was quickly coming back to shape. 

I leaned back on my hands, jetting my cock upwards and giving her full access to suck me off. She developed a rhythm of licking up and down the sides of my long shaft and then taking it deep down her throat for a couple of bobs. She did this repeatedly sending shivers down my spine and driving me to a frenzy. Her piercing was unbelievable as it repeatedly slid up and down my hard cock. This little innocent teeny bopper was giving me the best blow job I had ever had. The piercing had a lot to do with it but her technique was well advanced. I had a fire down below as she started to concentrated on deepthroating my huge cock again. She was giving it her all as she was giving me head like a pro. She couldn't take in my full size but was as close as anyone has come. As she continued to deeply suck my cock I couldn't help but feel turned on by the sight of this young daughter of a friend giving me head. She was so sweaty and her lips were so swollen as she was giving me a serious blowjob. The piercing did it's job again as I felt my dick swell. 

I immediately pulled it from her mouth and pushed her back against the bed. I grabbed her little legs and pulled them up and apart by the knees. Her little pussy was spread-eagle as I purposely held my body away from hers so we could watch my huge dick plunge deeply into her tiny cunt. I worked my hips down low so I could position my huge cock to her wet opening. Her pink pussy was as ready as could be as I drove my huge cock through her pussy lips and spread her tunnel wide. She dug her fingers into my back as I slowly rocked it back and fourth, allowing more of my great size to penetrate her luscious little fur trap. 

I stuck it in a little less than halfway and held it there as her tight wet cunt worked to prepare itself for my great size. She was moaning as I felt her hymen burst and her pussy take new form. I took this as the go ahead for safe passage as I slowly worked at delivering my whole package. She moaned with each thrust as I could no longer take it. I thrust hard as my huge cock slipped through her tight wet cunt and landed it all inside of her. I held it there and moaned as her tight wetness was giving my cock a sponge bath. It felt so sweet I never wanted to leave. She bucked against me and adjusted her insides to my tremendous manhood. I had all I could take as the deep carnal instincts started to take over. I started to thrust myself back and fourth, driving my cock into her with great force. I fucked her long and hard as she howled like a dog. 

I thrust faster as her screams really turned me on. We were dripping with sweat as I continued to fuck her brains out. I rolled her over on top of me so she could feel herself slide down my pole. She slid up and down a few times but the intensity of her passion wouldn't let her continue. I rolled her over and continued to fuck her. She was screaming in delight as I flicked her switch and she was experiencing multiple orgasms. I pulled out of her and quickly rolled her over to her stomach. 

I lifted her ass up in the air until her back was properly arched and her stretched little cunt was visible from the back. I rushed in and mounted her sending my cock deep within. She buried her face into the mattress as I fucked her doggy style. This was my favorite position and I had her right were I wanted her. She was screaming in orgasmic delight as I could have my way with her. She gave herself to me as I pounded away at her pussy from behind. I pulled out and licked her cunt, making her spasm in ecstasy. 

I rolled her over to her back and went in to finish her off. She was wet and I was hard. Her little cunt was now stretched to the max and willing to take me in. She started to buck up as I thrust into her, delivering the goods. I knew she wasn't on birth control as I felt myself hit the edge. I buried my ramming rod deep and exploded. I held her arms out over her head as I blew my load into her fertile body. Our bodies melted as one as I planted my seed deep into her. She started to kiss me uncontrollably as if to thank me for a job well done. I think that first time I left me cock inside of her until we both found the urge to fuck again. 




Carrie



By the time we were done I think I fucked her in every position I knew of. We fucked until the next night. When it was all said and done she could barely walk, I had a permanent grin on my face, our horses ran through loose and were basically given away. All said, I felt like I had the world by the ass. Until today, when she announced she was pregnant with our baby.



Carrie



Don’t try this at home. Stories about one-night stands and unprotected sex are fun to read but dumb to try. Always protect yourself.

* * * * *

Dave stopped at the bar for a beer because a friend had told him they played excellent jazz music. He quickly learned that there would be no jazz that night. The bartender put rap in the CD player and turned the volume up too loud. Dave was ready to leave when he saw her sit down at the bar. She was a cool drink of water to say the least. Nearly as tall as Dave’s 6’1” she was statuesque., blond, and solid. She wore a gold satin shirt that hugged her body and showed just a hint of midriff. Tight black satin pants hugged her hips and left little to the imagination. She had been on the dance floor a few times with some friends and moved in a most enticing way. 

She was finishing a glass of wine when Dave walked up and sat down beside her at the bar. He was surprised at a college girl drinking red wine but was certainly intrigued. “Can I buy you another?” he asked. Dave turned on his best smile to compliment his rugged good looks. 

She returned his smile and checked him out. “Normally I would say yes but I think I am getting out of here before the music drives me nuts.”

“Well we have that in common. I know a place where the music is always great and the wine selection is excellent.”

“Where might that be?”

“My place.” Dave knew it was risky to go for broke this quickly but he was getting tired and did not feel like working for half the night to find out if she would hook up with him.

She looked at him for another moment as if sizing him up and replied, “I guess we won’t know if that is true without giving it a try. I’m Carrie” She extended her hand as she stood up.

They drove to his place and Dave went into the kitchen as she sat down on the couch. He quickly returned with a fine bottle of cabernet and two glasses. When he walked into the room he saw her remove her ID and a few dollars from her bra strap and placed it on the end table. Dave poured them each a bottle of wine and turned on the stereo. Soothing synthesizers and saxophones filled the room as she took her first sip. “You are as good as your word. Both the music and the wine are excellent.” She kicked off her heels and pulled her legs up beside her as Dave sat down.

They made small talk about school and life in a college town. She was a business major and was full of questions about his graduate program and his years spent working as a policeman before coming back to school. A lull in the conversation was punctuated by her leaning ever so slightly toward Dave. He closed the distance and kissed her tenderly. She returned his kiss and their tongues began to mingle. He ran his fingers through her hair and down the side of her neck. Things had gone well so far so her dropped his hand down to cup her full right breast. She moaned and pushed the orb tighter into his palm. 

Dave massaged the right breast and then the left until she sat up and pulled the gold blouse over her head. The lacy demi bra disappeared just as quickly. She had wonderful, firm breasts. At least a c-cup sticking straight out from her chest. Dave leaned forward and sucked her long nipple into his lips. She moaned even louder and pulled his head even tighter to her bosom. He continued to thrash one nipple with his tongue and then lavished attention on the other. 

Dave picked her up in his arms and carried her to his king-sized waterbed. As soon as he placed her on the bed her pulled her pants down. The sheer black panties nearly drove him mad with desire. It was obvious she shaved all the pubic hair off her body leaving only the pink gash behind. Dave quickly removed his clothes and placed himself between her legs. He pulled her panties down with his teeth until her hairless mound was revealed. She was already wet with moisture and her breathing quickened as her kissed his way up her inner thighs. Her tight abs tightened when his lips and tongue first grazed her pussy lips. As he parted her lips with his tongue they began to swell and her desire built. He delicately probed her folds and then more aggressively worked her clit with his talented mouth. Dave ate her to a small orgasm and she began to cry “Yes, yes, ohhhhh God.” 

Carrie started to come down from her orgasm as Dave kissed his way up her body making a short stop at her breasts and placing his cock at the entrance of her gash. She reached down and grabbed his ass with her hands and pulled him into her. Dave slid into her pussy in one fluid motion. He could not believe the heat. He couldn’t remember a pussy that tight ever. He began to move back and forth in long strokes. She wrapped her legs around him and he continued to pump in and out. Dave kissed her face while he fucked her and saw her eyes tightly closed in pleasure. She began to squeal and writhe under him. He knew she was close and began to drive with short jabbing strokes. He felt a new flow of pussy juice as she cried out in ecstasy and felt her pussy tighten even more. She held him tightly in the glow of her second orgasm and eventually rolled him off her. 

“Wow. No guy ever made me come that hard that fast. You are incredible.”

“Anything for the cause. I’d hate for you to leave disappointed.”

She grinned. Oh, I’m not disappointed; and neither will you.” She moved down his body and grabbed his cock with her hand. After a few quick strokes she placed her lips over the tip and applied hard suction. Dave moved his hips up and forced more of his throbbing cock into her mouth. She knew what he wanted and sank all the way down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He throat seemed to massage his cock and he could feel his nuts begin to bunch. The vigorous fuck had put him at a high pitch and he knew he would not last long. Carrie moved back and forth on his rod. Occasionally using her teeth in an erotic way, she took Dave to the edge of pleasure again and again.

“I’m gonna come.” He was pretty sure she was going to swallow but wanted to give her the option. She pulled back to the tip and jacked the root of his cock with her left hand while her right hand massaged his balls. The manual stimulation and her warm mouth put him over the edge and he fired seven full shots of cream deep into her belly. She made wonderfully lewd swallowing sounds and kept his cock in her mouth until he began to soften. She smiled as she moved up to lie beside him.

“I love a man who can deliver a big load. It’s so sexy to be with someone so virile.”

“Let’s just say that you’re inspiring.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. I want your next load in my pussy.” She placed her leg on his body and began to rub her tits and cunt all over him. Dave could scarcely believe how fast he became hard. She placed her slot over his cock and sat down on his hard pole. She began to ride. Her hands pushing on his chest and her eyes locked to his was the most erotic experience he could remember. He glanced down to watch his cock appear and disappear in her body. She lay on top of him with his cock still in her.

“I’m so close.” She said breathlessly. “Give me a good pounding fuck and I’ll come again.”

Dave rolled on top of her and began to drive with a vengeance. Long solid strokes brought his balls against her incredible ass every time. She cried out. “Oh Dave! Its gonna happen.” He felt her cunt contract around his meat and she had another orgasm. 

Dave kissed her lips while his hard cock was still inside her. “Can you come again?”

“Not for a while. Take me as hard and fast as you want.” Dave began to pound her pussy like this was his last fuck. His strokes became erratic. Carrie knew he was close and began to whisper in his ear. “You feel so big inside me. I want to feel your hot come.” Dave felt it happen and drove his cock as far in as he could get it. She tilted her hips to give him maximum penetration. He began to fire another huge load into her. 

He pulled out after the second shot and placed his spurting cock over her. She reached between them and began to jack him off as his cum landed on her tits and belly with the final drops coming to rest on her hairless mound. She new men loved coming on her body. She reached down and scooped a small amount of Dave’s cum off her bare mound and sucked it off he finger. 

Dave’s cock gave a small flex when he saw her little show but knew it would be awhile before he could go again. Dave collapsed beside her and began to tenderly kiss her. He hoped she was going to be around for a long while.



Carrie



He had never wanted to be a "dirty old man" -- especially since he wasn't even 30 yet -- but she was pushing the idea on him.  He'd spent his masturbation-time with thoughts of her the previous two weeks -- and usually that time was dedicated to fantasy-girls he'd never meet.

"Dirty old man" wasn't a man he man he wanted to be.  But it was hard to fight the urge.

On the other side of town, Carrie was having similar thoughts about the man who was 10 years older, and 100-years more experienced than her.  She had learned all she could about him; and felt she knew him like the back of her hand.  Now she just wanted to feel him like she was feeling the front of her hand as she played in her panties at night.

Wade was the locally famous writer, which meant very little to him.  Two of his novels had won some acclaim -- and one found its way as a made-for-cable television movie, so he was financially set for the time-being.  

He was 28 and being urged to move to Los Angeles or back to New York to get involved in the up-and-coming writers circle, but he was content in Michigan for the time-being.  He didn't enjoy the party-writing scene of LA and the pompous-writing scene of NYC.  

And New York reminded Wade of his girlfriend -- who had passed away of cancer three years earlier.

So most nights his party and pompous scene was his house, hot tub and a bottle of Jack Daniel's.

Wade had gone to the local high school to promote writing when he first met 18-year-old Carrie.  She had asked several intelligent questions about the profession.  Most of the other kids just wanting to know about the Hollywood stars he had met when his second manuscript was turned into a screenplay and then into a movie.

He wasn't much on the idea of celebrity.  

Carrie had impressed him with her questions about the chances of being published, how long it took to write a book and what inspired certain characters.

Wade gave the classroom of seniors his e-mail address -- and within two days, Carrie was sending him notes about her desires to be a writer as well.  Even in just the letters she sent him, he knew she had the ability -- now all she needed was the luck he'd had.  She had the skills and emotions and sensuality.  For two weeks, the e-mails came on a regular basis -- steadily growing more brave and hinting of sexuality.

Sexuality.  Something he'd thought about very little in the previous two years.  Masturbation was just an exercise in clearing the prostate -- not an erotic experience as much as a giving into the need.  

But here it was again.  Feeling sexual about another person.  A young woman who flirted heavily and made him feel 18 again -- that age where everything was tabula-rasa -- a blank slate.  Where love was possible, sex was crazy and life was based on passions.

Carrie loved the fact that he'd responded to all of her e-mails.  To all her flirtations, he had flirted back. The sexual innuendoes were laced like shoestrings in their more recent writings.  She wrote about her loving when her pie-filling was warm; he responded by saying that was his favorite as well.  He wrote about his pen running out of ink; she responded noting she would love to refill it -- and inspire him to drain his ink, everyday.

She'd tried to find out all she could about Wade since they'd first met.  He was 28, his birthday was June 28, he was single and had two novels published.  Wade also had numerous short stories in magazines and won an award for a piece on cancer survivors the previous year.

She'd passed his house numerous times in her gray Ford Tempo.  She had his two novels on the passenger seat, a book of her writings and an excuse in her brain for pulling up to his home.  Autographs.  And to show off some of her writing -- erotic poetry.

Of course, she thought, he'd only believe that if he was deaf, blind and unable to smell her perfume.  Her voice quivered as she spoke aloud to herself.  "Hi, Wade.  Hello, Wade.  I want you, Wade.  Is that okay?" she said to herself in her car.  

And he'd have to be beyond legally blind to see what she was wearing.  Tight, hip-hugging white shorts, a sleeveless, button-up red shirt that was losing a battle to keep her 34C breasts enclosed.  Lucky for the shirt, her chest was also held in check by a lace white bra.  Under her shorts, Carrie wore a new pink thong she'd
bought a few hours earlier with Wade in mind.  They were already moist as she drove into his driveway.  Fantasies of the man filled her head as she thought of him filling her body with his, and her soul with his kiss.

He came to the door just moments after her fist rapped on it -- Wade had been in his living room watching ESPN's Pardon The Interruption, one of few programs he enjoyed on a regular basis.  

"Oh, hi," he stammered seeing the 18-year-old on his porch with his novels and another folder.

"Hi.  I mean, hello, Mr., um, Wade."

"How are you doing, Carrie?"

"Um, good.  I was wondering if you could sign these for me?"

"Sure.  Of course.  No problem.  Can't say they'll be worth anything more ... but um, come on in."

He briefly wondered if his neighbors had seen the girl walk into his house, but he didn't care.  She was 18 and he was a respectful adult.  He wasn't doing anything illegal.  Just helping another writer.  Albeit a youthful writer.

"Please, sit down," he pointed to a couch as Michael Wilbon and Tony Kornheiser debated football on the television.

"I wouldn't have thought you were much into sports, Wade," Carrie said.  "Your novels are so much more ... intelligent."  She didn't mention the love scenes he wrote in his first novel which were written so realistically that they made her wet just reading.  She felt the lovemaking in her head as she read, and smiled as the novel's characters laughed in the afterglow -- like she thought it was supposed to be.  The writer didn't seem to be a typical guy, but here he was -- watching typical guy TV.  Sports.

He laughed.  "Carrie, sports are intelligent.  I'm not a stat freak -- but I like to know what is going on in sports.  It's another part of life -- like what's going on in the news or on Oprah or MTV.  I think to be a writer, you have to want to learn about as much as you can."  He wanted to teach her as much as he could about life.  He preferred learning by traveling, experiencing and talking with people who had life-experiences, but some television programming gave him insight he otherwise would never have.

She looked at his body as he sat down and wrote a note on the inside cover of the first book.  His dark brown hair had just been cut a few days earlier.  His darker eyes focused as the Sharpie pen glided on the novel.  He was about six-feet tall and worked out regularly.  He was wearing a Columbia University T-shirt and Nike shorts.  

"You caught me in lounging mode," he explained, looking back up to her.  "You look and smell very nice, by the way.  You have a date tonight?"

"Hopefully."

"I hope you have fun."  He thought he knew what she was indicating, but he didn't want to assume.  She was 10-years-younger.  He felt a bit like the main character of "Beautiful Girls."  Wanting a much-younger girl, and feeling guilty for that want.

"I do, too," Carrie said.  Butterflies flew in formation inside her stomach.  She didn't know what to do to take the conversation to the next level.  She'd had sex before -- but just with a boyfriend who was a bit clumsy about emotions and physical love.  She had much better orgasms by herself than with her exboyfriend.  Something told her an older, smarter guy would take her elsewhere.

"Would you read a few things I've written?" she asked.

"Sure.  Short stories?"

"No.  Poetry."

"I love poetry.  Dabble in some of it myself.  That's how I started writing as a teenager.  I wrote lyrics for my best friend's band.  Too bad they never made it big."

"Well, I don't know if these could be lyrics," she said -- cautiously handing Wade her notepad of poetry.  He muted the television so he could concentrate on the words.  She felt the weight of potential shame if he didn't like it, or even worse ridiculed him for her sexuality expressed in a poem.

He read through Carrie's first entitled "Sweet Surrender" -- about a girl giving herself to her lover.  Underneath her name, she wrote the date -- the poem was a year old.  Not only was it good, it was amazing.  Somehow, it was both innocent and erotic. 

Just like Carrie was.  

He cleared his throat and looked to her.  "Very," breathing as he found the right word "intense."  

"You like it?"  The weight of shame lifted.

"Carrie, you are a very good writer -- and that is a very good poem.  I'm going to need a cold shower now, but I think that means it is a good poem."  He tried to concentrate on the next writing -- titled "Come To Me."  He noticed she'd written it the previous day.

Again, it was bathed in sexuality and passion.

"Did I mention you're talented?" he smiled.

"I think."

"You are.  You write very ... well.  I'm sure you could write anything you wanted to -- erotica, short stories, poetry and novels.  And whomever inspires you is a lucky person," he smiled.

"You inspired the second one, Wade."

"Sometimes my luck surprises me," he responded.  Carrie forced herself to stand and walked to him on his loveseat.  She kneeled in front of him, closed her fingers on his knee and rested her chin on her hands.  Her fingertips pressed against his thigh and she saw her exhalation move his leg hairs as goosepimples grew from his skin.  She looked up into his eyes as his hand reached down to her face.

"You know I shouldn't be thinking what I'm thinking."  He curled a strain of her brown hair in his fingers.

"What are you thinking, Wade?" Carrie grinned, kissing his knee.  He adjusted his hips slightly to accommodate his swelling manhood.

"I'm thinking I'm too old for you."

"You're right.  You shouldn't be thinking that," Carrie smiled.

"But I am.  I'm aged to you, Carrie," Wade said.  He exhaled again, trying to compose himself.

"Age isn't that much of a factor," Carrie said to Wade.  Although she didn't completely agree with it, it wasn't like she was 15 and he was 87 on his death bed.  They were both sober adults.

"Age wouldn't be much of a factor if you were five years older and I was five years younger.  Then we'd both be 23."

"So you don't want to be with me?"  She was feeling a crushing feeling on her chest.  Carrie pulled away from his knee, her ass propped on her heels.  Wade leaned forward and caught her hands as they were falling to her sides.

"Don't get me wrong.  I want, desire and need to be with you, Carrie.  Truly, honestly."  He paused to find the right words.  "I think you're incredible -- but I've been around the block and the next four blocks down the avenue.  And I've got the scars.  Anyway, right about the time you hit your sexual peak at 35, my prostate is going to be giving me fits," Wade grinned.

"I'll be good for your prostate."  She reached along his Nike shorts and ran the palm of her hand along his growing cock.

"I think you'd be good for all of me."

"Yes, but especially your prostate."  

He felt his defenses break down around him.  As he began to lean down, Carrie leaned forward and met his lips -- both kissing hard against one another, tasting each others tongues like they were painting a canvass in one-another's mouths.  Wade pulled her smaller frame to him and they both slowed, calming the intensity to savor the touch of another human -- something neither had experienced in months.  

She giggled as he ran his tongues along her neck, and glided his fingertips down her sides.  Tapping his fingers on the teenager's waist, she started laughing at the touch.

"Ticklish much?" he smiled.

"Very," she fessed up.

"Maybe we should slow down a bit?" he pondered allowed.

"Not after the thoughts I've had of you the last two weeks, Wade.  I'm going to be either loving you or loving myself -- but I'm going to be doing either-or very soon and very close to you."

"Your fingers are very lucky digits," he smiled.

"I'd rather your fingers help."

Again, his defense crashed.  She slowly stroked his hardness up and down through his shorts.  She reached up his shorts and felt his warmth and flexed cock.

"Would you like to get in a hot tub?" he asked.

"Sounds fun.  I've always wanted to make love in water."

They slowly maneuvered off the bed, kissing and touching.  

"How far have you gone?" he asked -- hoping he wasn't breaking all sorts of taboos.

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you're asking.  I had a lover -- he was an expert in cumming in a few seconds and missionary style in the back-seat of his Geo Metro -- but nothing else."

"Just missionary."

"I've heard of other positions.  I'm very curious about them," she smiled, kissing his neck and pumping her hand on his cock.  His fingers parted her shirt, unclipping the buttons with one hand as he sucked on her tongue.  Wade paused to turn on the hot tub, and pressing play on his CD player with The Beatles' Revolver album started singing "Taxman."  As he did, she removed her hand from his manhood and pulled the T-shirt of his alma-mater from his torso.  She kissed his lips, neck and chest, wrapping her hands around his back and running them down his spine.  

He flared open her shirt, exposing her pert breasts.  His other hand found the bra-clip on her spine.  With a flicking of his thumb, the bra was undone.  Wade leaned down and met Carrie's lips again as they kissed.  With his hands, he pulled down her shirt first, and then draped her bra off her breasts, the garments falling around her feet.  He leaned against the hot tub as she leaned against him -- the flesh of her breasts pressing down on his chest.

Wade lifted his young lover to the side of the hot tub, unbuttoned her shorts and looked into her eyes.  She unzipped her shorts helping the process, and letting him know to continue.  Wade stepped into the water, still wearing his shorts.  He submerged his body on the side -- pulled off Carrie's white shorts and kissed her knee.

"Very beautiful.  You're very beautiful, Carrie," he expressed -- his fingers touching the front of her thong.  "Nice thong.  Lucky, lucky thong," he smiled running his tongue up the inside of her thigh.  He rested his mouth on her thong and sucked briefly, Carrie's legs falling into the water as he tasted the wetness of her pussy.  

"I've never received oral before," she breathed.  "Just given."

"Tragedy," Wade said -- pulling off her thong and tonguing her clit.  "We're changing that," he added as he started to suck as the melodic guitars of "I'm Only Sleeping" strummed on the compact disc.

"Oh, yes," Carrie breathed.

She ground her hips against his face, enjoying the fact she was having sex in a comfortable area -- not a back-seat of a car -- and not having to worry about parental units showing up at her exboyfriend's house or police busting her at one of the lover's lanes in town.  Her breathing was escaping her control as Wade lapped into her over and over again.  He ate deep inside her, his tongue licking and his lips then taking her clit -- her favorite button -- into his mouth.  She started groaning and moaning in pleasure as she felt herself start to cum five minutes later.

Wade licked and tasted her pussy flood onto his lips as the climax overtook her.  He looked to her rising breasts, her hardening nipples, her gyrating hips and enjoyed the screams of her pleasure ringing in his ears.  He moved up and kissed her belly, then held onto her hips and glided Carrie into the hot tub.  

He kissed her breasts and held her naked body in the 89 degree water.  He lowered her more into the tub until his lips met her mouth again.  She bathed his hair in the water, and kissed his neck, wetting her long hair as well.  She ground her hips against his leg and again found his cock.  He moved her hand from his hardness.

"Enjoy this," he smiled.  "Let yourself float," he asked, and maneuvered behind the 18-year-old.  He cradled her body and moved toward one of the hot tub jets.  "Spread your legs against the side, Carrie."

Feeling somewhat insecure, she decided to let her lover do whatever he desired.  Carrie spread her legs against the side of the tub hearing the goofy-song "Yellow Submarine" begin.  Thoughts of the waves of an ocean greeted her because of the song Ringo sang.  Wade was behind her, holding her by her belly with one arm, then reached down to her clit with his other.  Then he glided her pussy against the hot jet of water as he kissed her shoulder.

The pulsating sensation thundered against her passion and she immediately gasped in surprise, pleasure and excitement.  The feelings intoxicated her body -- with Wade's lips on her sensitive neck, his one arm wrapped around her torso -- his fingers of one hand tickling her side, his fingers of his other hand enhancing the pleasure of the hot tub's secret: the pleasure jets.

"Oh my Gawd," she screamed after a few seconds.  "Oh my Gawd.  Every girl needs one of these," she laughed as she began cumming for a second time.  "Oh my gawd, Wade ..." she screamed over and over on the jet.

After two minutes, he lifted her from the side and pulled her to the middle of the tub, kissing her in the three-and-a-half-foot pool of heated water.  

"I want to make love with you, Wade," she smiled.  Both of them were now soaked in water -- his cock leaking precum underwater -- her pussy wet with her own juices.  She pulled down his shorts, pulled them out of the water and threw them out of the tub, landing in the pile of her shirt and bra with a smack.  He moved back to the side of the hot tub.  She fisted his hardness.

"You're big," she noted with desire spicing her voice.

"Average."

"Bigger than my exboyfriend."

"Hopefully I'm better," he smiled.

"You've already pleasured me more than he did in a month of sex.  He wasn't very good."

Wade touched her breasts and kissed her neck.  His other hand returned to Carrie's hip.  "What do you want to do?"

"Pogo Stick position," she said.

"You don't have to."

"I want to," Carrie said, crossing her legs over Wade's hips and straddling her pussy down onto his hardness.  She lowered herself slowly, enjoying the sensation as they started making love.  Her exboyfriend was barely four inches long -- she measured one time.  Of course, she told him he was six inches long just so he wouldn't feel inadequate.  But he was inadequate.  Wade was feeling like he was twice as big already, and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take him all into her body.

She kissed him hard.  "How big are you?  Are you one of those 15-inch guys I read about?" she moaned.

"No," he laughed and groaned at the same.  "I'm just eight-inches.  Damn, Carrie.  Your body feels so wonderful."  His cock stretched deeply into her body.  They paused as she started to feel all of him inside her.  She kissed him and as they fucked, the water around them splashed into their faces, mixing their kisses with heated water.  The Beatles singing behind them as cheerleaders.

"Mmmm..." she moaned, climaxing lowly for a third time.  "I'm cumming again," she reported as her pussy contracted on Wade's cock and she rapidly slammed down on his body.  Wade pushed his feet up and the couple floated to the other side of the hot tub, his cock still impaling the teenager.

"Gawd, Wade.  Missionary even feels great with you," she smiled, flexing her legs around his ass to bring his body deep into her.

"Good.  I want everything to feel good to you," he responded.  Water was taking several different forms in the hot tub now -- the water, her wetness, her wetness slick along his hardness, and the sweat coming from their bodies.  They made love through three Beatles' songs in missionary.  Carrie clawed at Wade's chest, leaving marks from her fingernails as she came for a fourth time.




Carrie



Wade looked into her eyes as he bit his bottom lip.

"Carrie, I'm going to need to cum soon," he expressed, trying to catch his breath like a triathlon athlete.  

"It's ... okay.  It's okay.  I'm on birth control," she breathed, squeaking as she groaned in pleasure.

"Want to try any other positions?" Wade smiled, attempting to control his body.

"I have an idea," Carrie breathed.  She pulled herself off Wade, her pussy feeling the absence of his cock.  She turned her body around and went back to the water jet.  She pulled her body out of the water, letting the jet pulse against her clit again.  "Now, fuck me now, Wade," she asked, her beautifully rounded ass out of the warm water, her pussy just below the waterline.

He stood and went to her, sliding his cock up and down her pussy and feeling the water jet thunder against his cock.  He slammed deep into her and leaned over her back.  The water jet thrust the pressure against his balls and her clit as they fucked like porn stars on their last day of their careers.  Feeling the sensations was too much, and Wade's cock swelled larger inside his 18-year-old partner.  He lost control.

"I'm cumming," Wade screamed -- his body's prostate exploding cum, thrusting seemingly just as hard into Carrie's pussy as the hot tub's waterjet thrust the heated water against her clit and his manhood.  A fifth orgasm overheated Carrie's young body and both yelled in pleasure and sensuality.  

He leaned down and kissed Carrie's back, tracing her spine with his tongue until he reached her shoulders.  His cock still inside her, he pulled her back as he fell back into the water, her on him -- he inside her.  She turned around and the two kissed hard.  On the compact disc, The Beatles sang "Got To Get You Into My Life."  It had been about 29 minutes since they got in the hot tub, and both were exhausted and sweating.

Wade kissed and moved with Carrie in the water, a lover's dance to the saxophones and the passionate voices of song.

"I got to get you into my life," he sang softly into her ear, her breasts on his chest, her smile kissing his cheek.

"I am," she responded.  "And I'm going to be good for your life -- and your prostate."



Carrie



As I sit alone in the room I suddenly think back to how this all started ten months ago...

At 5:00PM I got the call that my dinner meeting that night was canceled. As important as this meeting was for me I was glad that it was canceled because it would give me a chance to spend the evening with my wife. It seemed that lately I was always working late or going to dinner meetings and spending less time with Carrie. I decided to call to see if she would like to go out to dinner. When I called she wasn't home and I figured she must have gone shopping so I just headed home. When I got to the house around 6:00PM Carrie still wasn't home. That wasn't surprising to me. Carrie often went shopping or out to dinner with her friends when I had one of my dinner meetings scheduled. What did puzzle me a little was that her car was in the garage. She usually drove herself when she went out with her friends. I didn't spend much time worrying about it, I just made myself a sandwich and got a beer and went down to my office in the basement, turned on my computer and went surfing on the net. 

About 9:30 I heard the front door close and Carrie walking through the house. I shut down my computer and headed upstairs. By the time I got upstairs Carrie had turned on the TV in our bedroom and had gone into the bathroom. As I entered the bedroom I could see Carrie getting undressed. She had her back to me and with the TV on she didn't hear me enter the room so she didn't know that I was watching her. She was wearing a matching champagne colored bra and panty set that showed off her beautiful ass and firm breasts to their best advantage. I didn't say a word as she removed her bra, exposing her lovely tits in the reflection in the vanity mirror in the bathroom. She dropped her bra in the laundry basket and slowly slid her panties off of her ass and down over her beautiful legs. As she bent to lift her feet out of her panties I looked at her firm beautifully shaped ass and got an instant erection. After eight years of marriage Carrie's body could still excite me. As Carrie picked her panties off the floor I was thinking about how much I wanted to bury my cock in her tight pussy. It was with this thought in my head that I stood and watched as Carrie examined the crotch of her panties. Then she used the panties to wipe her pussy as though she were trying to clean herself. I didn't immediately understand the significance of what she was doing. I guess it was because I was so horny I couldn't think straight.

Anyway, I decided it was time to let Carrie know I was home. I said, "Hi babe, I'm home." Carrie turned quickly and let out a little scream of surprise then said, "Oh God!" and she turned away from me almost as soon as she realized that I was there. She moved very fast, but not fast enough. In the brief moment that she was facing me I saw a white crusty substance clinging to her pubic hair and noticed that her pussy hair was all matted down. Without even realizing what I was doing I began to speak. I demanded, "Who have you been fucking?" Carrie didn't say a word; she just stood with her back to me. I walk over to her and took the panties out of her hand and looked at them. I could clearly see that the crotch of the panties was covered with cum. At that point I became extremely angry and started yelling at Carrie, called her all kinds of names. I called her a whore and a slut among other things. When I calmed down a little I asked her how she could cheat on me and how long had she been fucking around behind my back. Carrie responded by saying, "You have a lot of nerve to call me names and judge me. Did you think I didn't know every time you fucked one of those bimbos you called a customer after one of your so-called business dinners. How do you think I felt week after week finding cum stains in you underwear after you've been to one of your business dinners."

I was a little taken back. I didn't have any idea that she knew about that. But that didn't mater because those affairs were strictly business. I had to keep those women happy or I would lose their business. If it weren't for that we wouldn't have a beautiful home and two nice cars. I decided it probably wasn't the right time to use that defense. Besides it was her behavior that was in question hear not mine. It's a lot worse when a wife fucks around than it is when the husband does (at least that is what I thought then). At this point I asked Carrie whom she was fucking.

She said that who it was didn't matter and that she would never tell me. So I asked her how often she had cheated on me and she said, "You probably won't believe me but this was the first time."

I said, "Your right I don't believe you." At that point Carrie started crying so I grabbed my pajamas and went to the guest room to sleep.

For the next two days we didn't speak to each other at all. Finally on the third day when I got home from work Carrie broke the ice and asked me if I wanted a beer before dinner. We continued sleeping in separate rooms but we were at least speaking to each other. We didn't discuss the obvious problem between us but things were civil. As time went by I started to think things over and I realized that I still loved Carrie and didn't want to lose her and that maybe it was my fault that she had an affair. Maybe I didn't really need to have sex with my customers to get their business. The more I thought about it the more I realized I was an ass hole and I had nearly ruined my marriage. After that I stopped scheduling dinner meetings and handled all of my business during normal working hours. Things continued to improve at home. After four weeks of sleeping in separate bedrooms I decided it was time to make a move to get our marriage back to the way it had been before. That Friday I called Carrie from work and told her that I decided to forgive her and that I wanted to take her out to a romantic dinner. Carrie just said, "We'll see." 

When I got home from work Carrie was coming out of the bedroom dressed in her sexiest cocktail dress. It was a short black number, which was low cut in the front displaying Carrie's beautiful 34 C breasts. I was beginning to get excited at the site of her and I almost didn't hear what she was telling me as she came into the living room where I was standing. I had to ask her to repeat what she had said so that I could understand. She said, "Your dinner is in the oven. It should be done in a half hour. I will be home late so don't wait up for me." 

I said, "What this? You're going out. I told you I was going to forgive you and that I wanted to take you out. What's the story?"

Carrie said, "I don't need you to forgive me. That is not the problem here."

Before I could ask her what the problem was I heard a car horn and Carrie said, "Good night."

As the front door closed behind her I ran to the window to see her getting into a black Mercedes. As soon as the car started to pull away from the curb I went into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Then I ran to the garage and got my car and started off in the same direction the Mercedes had gone. Luckily I didn't catch any traffic lights and I was able to get within a half block of the Mercedes. I followed it into town where it parked in an area where there were three bars and two restaurants. I couldn't park near them or Carrie might have spotted me so I continued down the block until I found a parking space. By that time I got out of the car Carrie had disappeared into one of the bars or restaurants. Unfortunately I didn't see where she had gone or whom she was with. I discretely entered the restaurants one at a time and looked for Carrie but was unable to find her. After that I went into each of the bars and looked around with no better results. In the last bar I gave up. I found a table in a corner and decided that I would sit there and get drunk. I was on my second martini when I saw an attractive blonde that looked to be about 30 years old approaching me. My first though is that she was some drunken bar fly looking for someone to buy her drinks. 

When she got to my table she smiled at me (a very lovely smile) and said, "I noticed you sitting here by yourself looking very sad or depressed and decided to come over and see if I could cheer you up a bit. Would you mind if I sat down with you?"

It became obvious that she was not drunk or a barfly. She was well dressed, very attractive, spoke with the confident clarity of a well-educated woman and I said, "No, I wouldn't mind at all, as a matter of fact I think I would like it very much if you did join me." 

She introduced herself simply as Julie and said that she was there alone. She had planned on meeting her husband there but something had come up and he wasn't going to be able to make it there that night. Julie then proceeded to tell me about herself. Where she went to college, what she did for hobbies, that she didn't have a career but did a lot of volunteer work and that she was 39 years old. I was amazed. She was 10 years older than me and I thought she looked maybe two years older. When she was done telling me about herself she said, "I can see that you are in some kind of pain. If you want to talk about it I am an excellent listener, and if you don't that's okay too." 

For the next half hour we made small talk. I found her to be as good a listener as she said and before long I was telling her about everything that had happened between Carrie and me over the last few weeks.

When I was done Julie said, "What you have to do now is decide if you still love Carrie enough to try to work things out and if you can live with the memory of her infidelity. If you think you can do that then you just need to let Carrie have her fling and when she realizes that you still love her and can truly put all this behind you, she will come back to you. And if she doesn't come back to you it just means that as far as she was concerned things were already finished between you. Following her around and having arguments about her behavior will not help anything." 

I knew she was right and I decided that I was going to try to save our marriage by being patient and letting Carrie come back to me on her own terms. In spite of the pain the image of Carrie with another man gave me I actually felt better after talking to Julie. 

Around 10:00 PM Julie asked me if I could give her a ride home. Being as how her husband wasn't going to make it she didn't have a ride and she really didn't want to take a cab. I told her I would be glad to give her a ride. 

As we left the bar I noticed that the black Mercedes was gone. On the ride to Julie's house she told me a little about her husband. That he was a successful attorney and she told me how they met in college and got married two years later. Then when we were about five blocks from her house Julie put her hand on my crotch and began rubbing my cock through my pants. I knew that I should stop her but I couldn't because I already had an erection. As soon as Julie noticed my hard on she undid my belt and pulled my zipper down and then she released my cock from my shorts and began stroking it. Almost before I knew what was happening I felt Julie's warm mouth engulfing the head of my cock. She began giving me the best blowjob I ever had and it lasted until I pulled up in front of her house. Julie got out of the car and said, "Come in so I can finish you." I followed her into the house and straight into her bedroom. We were both naked in less than a minute. When we fell into the bed Julie resumed the fantastic blowjob she was giving me. She had been going down on my cock for about five minutes when the bedroom door suddenly open and a man stepped into the room. He just stared at us and didn't say a word. I tapped Julie on the shoulder and pointed to the man by the door. Julie let my softening cock drop from her mouth and said, "Oh hello darling." and then to me she said, "Bill, I would like you to meet my husband George." 

George gave a little bow of the head and said glad to meet you and then to Julie he said, "I am glad to see you got a ride home. Now I will leave you two to enjoy yourselves and each other."

After George left the room I look at Julie in shock. She said, "Oh don't worry about that, George and I have an open marriage. George actually encourages me to have sex with other men. Afterward I tell him about it and he gets very aroused and than he makes love to me. It is an arrangement that we both benefit from." Having said that Julie went back to work on my cock. I still didn't feel comfortable about the situation but I was caring less by the second. When Julie had me fully erect again she swung her leg over so that she was straddling me. Then she took my cock in her right hand and as she lowered herself down she rubbed the head of my cock on her pussy lips. Once the head of my cock was covered with a mixture of my pre cum and Julie's pussy juices, she started guiding my cock inside her tight pussy. By the time my cock reach the bottom of her warm moist hole I was no longer thinking about Carrie at all. Julie moved up and down on my cock for several minutes until she climaxed. 

After her orgasm Julie stretched out on top of me and we fell into a slow comfortable rhythm. Julie and I fucked until she had three orgasms and I got off once. As I was getting ready to leave Julie said, "While you are sorting things out with your wife feel free to give me a call anytime you want to talk or fuck. I would be equally happy to do either or both with you." 

I got home about 12:30AM and Carrie was not home yet. I went into the kitchen and got the casserole Carrie had made for me out of the oven and put some on a plate and put the rest in the trash so that it would look like I hadn't gone out. Then I went into the guest room and changed for bed. I got into bed and laid awake thinking of everything that had happened that night. I gave a lot of thought to the advice that Julie had given me and decided to take the advice and I also decided to take her up on her offer of conversation and sex. I was still awake at 1:00AM when I heard Carrie come into the house. I remained quiet so that Carrie would think I was asleep. She came and peeked into the guest room before she went off to our bedroom in the back of the house. I quietly got out of bed and sneaked to our bedroom door, which Carrie had left partially opened and watched as she stripped off her clothes. I was hoping that I would see some sign that would tell me that Carrie had not had sex. When Carrie removed her skirt and slip I saw what I hoped that I wouldn't see. Carrie wasn't wearing any pantyhose or panties. As Carrie continued undressing I could see the drying cum in her pubic hair. When Carrie stepped into the shower I went back to the guest room. I got back into bed and tried to figure out what I should do. The image of her pussy covered with some other guys cum kept swimming around in my head. I was angry, I was jealous, I was a little aroused, and mostly I was confused. Finally I drifted off to sleep around 2:30 AM.

For the next two weeks nothing changed. Carrie was cheerful and pleasant when I came in from work. She talked to me about the book she was reading or about what was on the news. Everything was back to normal except that we had no physical contact and we were still sleeping in separate bedrooms. We were both staying home nights, which after two weeks made me suspicious. I began to wonder if she was having an affair during the day while I was at work. Friday afternoon I decided to go home a couple of hours early and see what Carrie was up to. I parked my car around the corner and sneaked around to the back of the house and started peaking in windows. I couldn't see Carrie right away, but I finally spotted her coming out of the bathroom into our bedroom. Her hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her. She sat down at her vanity and began putting on her makeup. She spent about twenty minutes on her makeup then she got up and removed her towel. The line of sight I had into the bedroom had me looking up at Carrie's sexy ass. As she moved around the bedroom I got glimpses of her pussy, seeing it between her legs from behind. This view had me very hard. Carrie went to her dresser and got some lingerie out and put them on the bed. Watching her as she slowly began dressing in her sexy underclothes was better that watching any stripper I had ever seen. She started by putting on a pair of black fish net stockings, which she held up with a black garter belt with a red ribbon trim. Next she put on a pair of very sheer black silk panties followed be a matching black silk bra. Standing there like that she looked so sexy I had difficulty breathing. After that she went into her closet. When she came out she was wearing a very short white cocktail dress. I could almost see the outline of her black panties through the dress. The odd thing was that when she put the dress on covering up the garter belt and her bra and panties it made her look even hotter than she did before. Finally she sat down and started brushing her hair. At that point I decided to go in the house and see what would happen next. 

I went back to my car and drove back home and parked in the garage. When I went into the house Carrie didn't come out of the bedroom to greet me. I called out "I'm home" and Carrie called back "Okay, I'll be out in a minute." Her response, although it made no commitments, sounded promising to me. I began to think that maybe she had dressed up for me. 

When Carrie came out of the bedroom she acted very friendly. She asked me how my day had gone and how I was feeling. I told her I had a good day and I was feeling fine. Then I told her that she looked fantastic. Showing no embarrassment she thanked me for the complement. Then she said, "I am sorry" and I started to say "Oh that's okay" before she finished talking. 

Good thing I stopped myself because I nearly made a fool of myself as she continued to speak, "I was so busy doing the shopping and cleaning that I didn't get your dinner started. There is a steak in the refrigerator or if you don't want to cook you can go out to eat. I will try not to be out to late tonight. Maybe we can go see a movie or something tomorrow." Then I heard a car horn and before I could recover from my shock she was out the front door. I went to the window in time to see her get into the same Mercedes as before. I became extremely angry. I was almost ready to go throw all of her clothes out on the front yard. I stopped myself as I realized that act would end up being more humiliating for me than it would for her. I poured myself a large scotch and sat down. When I was about half done with my drink I decided to call Julie. Her husband George answered the phone. I felt a little uncomfortable but I asked to speak to Julie. George asked, "Who should I say is calling." I told him it was Bill and he gave me a very friendly hello and said that he would get Julie right away. He said that he knew she would be glad to hear from me. 

When Julie got on the phone she said, "I am so glad you called. Am I going to see you tonight?" I told her that I would like to see her and that I needed to talk. She said, "Do you really need to talk or do you just want me to suck your cock again." 

I laughed and said, "Both. But now that you have already cheered me up the blowjob sounds better that the conversation."

Julie asked, "How soon will you be here and are we staying in or going out." 

I said, "I'll leave that up to you."

She said, "Okay, let's stay in. That will give us more time to talk and fuck."

I said, "I'll be there in an hour."

I showered, shaved, and put on clean clothes and headed for Julie's house. When I got there George answered the door. He shook hands with me and escorted me into the living room where Julie was waiting for me. George gave Julie a very loving kiss and started out of the room. I asked him as he was leaving, "Are you sure your all right with this." He turned to me and said, "Of course I am. I wouldn't allow it otherwise. It makes me very happy to know that Julie is enjoying herself with another man. Actually the thought of her having sex with another man excites me like nothing else can. And I don't just sit around while she gets hers. I have a date tonight too."




Carrie



As he left the room George called back, "You two enjoy yourselves."

Julie fixed us drinks and a snack as I told her about how I had thought things were getting better and then Carrie went off with the same guy she had been out with two weeks ago. When Julie bent forward to hand me my drink I got a great view of her lovely breasts. I took the drink from Julie and sat down on the sofa. Julie put her hand on my cheek and said, "As bad as things may look now when the time comes for you to act, to either take Carrie back and forgive and forget or to leave her, you will know what to do and you will be happy with your decision." Then Julie sat down in an easy chair facing the sofa.

I thanked Julie and said that I felt much better just talking things out with her. She said that she was glad to be able to help. For the next few minutes we didn't speak. I found myself staring at Julie's knees. She was sitting with her ankles crossed and her knees close together. As I was staring her knees separated a little, maybe four or five inches. I could now see some of Julie's creamy white thighs. As I looked at her beautiful legs I could feel my cock stiffen slightly. As Julie lifted her glass to sip her drink her legs spread a little farther apart. Now I could see a little bit of her panties. As we continued to sit in silence Julie's legs opened wider again. Now I had a clear view of the crotch of her panties. Her panties were white and very sheer. I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair and just below that I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the thin material. By now I had a full hard on. With some difficulty I took my eyes of Julie's crotch and looked up to see her staring at me with a knowing smile on her face. She asked, "Do you like what you see?"

I didn't say anything. I just got up from the sofa and got down on the floor in front of Julie's chair. With my hands I spread Julie's legs farther apart and then pushed her skirt up to completely expose her panties. Then I put my hands on Julie's hips and pulled her forward in the chair so that she was now sitting on the edge of the chair. With my right hand I began to run my fingers gently over Julie's silk covered pussy. Julie responded to this by purring and pushing her hips farther forward. Next I slipped a couple of fingers under the crotch of Julie's panties and pulled them to the side to expose her pussy. I leaned forward and ran my tongue lightly up the crest of her pussy lips. As I did this I could almost sense a vibration going through Julie's body. When my tongue reached the point where her pussy lips were joined at the top I ran my tongue back down. I repeated this several times and then pushed my tongue as deep inside her pussy as I could make it go. Julie responded with a loud "Yes!" I then locked my lips onto her pussy and sucked and licked her into her first orgasm of the evening. 

After her orgasm Julie had me stand up and she helped me out of my pants and shorts. Then she stood up and directed me to sit down. When I did Julie kneeled down on the floor between my legs and began stroking my cock. It didn't need any encouragement, as it was already rock hard. Julie then sent a shock through my body by gently touching my balls with her still half filled drink glass. The cold from the ice filled glassed almost made me jump out of the chair. Then Julie took a sip of her drink and took three or four pieces of ice into her mouth. I could hear her chewing and sucking on the ice then she swallowed it. Next she slipped her ice-chilled mouth over my raging hard on. What a sensation. I almost blew my load immediately. Julie began swirling her tongue around my cock as she slid her mouth up and down the shaft. This had to be one of the best if not the best blowjob I ever had. As I felt the pressure build in my balls I told Julie I was getting ready to cum. She just continued her licking and sucking. As I felt the first pulse of my orgasm start I yelled, "I'm coming." 

At that point Julie pulled my cock from her mouth and amazed me as she used her hand to pump my load of cum into her drink glass. When my orgasm passed I had to sit back in the chair and relax for a few minutes to recover from the intensity of the experience. As I was sitting, feeling fantastic in the afterglow of the beautiful orgasm I just had, Julie held up her drink glass and I could see my cum inside the glass. Some was on the side of the glass and some had formed sticky looking globs floating in the drink itself. Then, to my surprise, Julie said, "Here's to you," and she brought the glass to her lips and drained it in one large gulp. 

Julie made us another round of drinks and we sat a talked as we drank. After we finished our drinks we moved into the bedroom for some slow and gentle sex. I was inside Julie for the third time that night when George walked into the room. He quietly walked to a chair next to the bed and sat down. As he was watching he pulled his cock out and began jerking himself off. I never would have thought that I could fuck a woman while another man watched, especially if the other man was her husband, but when I saw how much he enjoyed watching us and I enjoyed fucking Julie so much I had no problem. Even with George watching, I had a very satisfying orgasm. When I pulled my softening cock out of Julie and rolled over to the side of the bed George stripped out of his clothes and slipped his cock into Julie's already cum filled pussy. I sat on the side of the bed mesmerized by the sight of George fucking Julie. I began to fantasize that I was actually watching George fucking Carrie instead of Julie. I was surprised to find myself with another erection. When Julie saw my erection she told me to put it into her mouth, which I gladly did. I can't swear to this but I think we all came at the same time. 

Afterward I ask them if they had been involved in threesomes before. George said, "Oh yes. Many times. We belong to a group that has 'parties' occasionally."

I asked, "Do you mean swingers parties?"

George said, "I don't like the term swinger but I guess you could say that's what we are. We go to a friend's house. It's a very large house just outside of the city and we swap partners or have threesomes or play sex games. We don't have the parties real often only every couple of months or so. You should come with us some time."

I said, "Isn't your group couples only? I mean wouldn't it become mostly guys if you don't make it couples only?"

Julie said, "Yes, it's couples only. I would bring you as my date and George would bring a date of his own. Would you like to come with me?"

I said, " I might like to try it but I would have to think about it. Let me know when the next party is scheduled and I will let you know."

As I got up and said my good nights both Julie and George told me to come back real soon.

Over the next week things continued to get better between Carrie and me and on Thursday she even gave me a little kiss good night. On Friday when I got home from work Carrie was dressed to go out again, only this time she hadn't dressed as sexy as before. She said to me, "I thought maybe we could go out to dinner together and talk things over." I quickly agreed and asked her where she wanted to go. She named our favorite restaurant.

We had a very pleasant dinner. We didn't talk a lot and when we did it was about nothing of importance. When we had finished dinner we went into the bar and found a quiet table in the corner where we could talk without being disturbed. 

Carrie spoke first. She said, "How do you feel about what has been going on?"

I said, "You mean how do I like watching you go out, knowing that you are going to have sex with another man? Well I have to be honest. I don't like it at all and I wish you would end this so we can get our lives back to normal if possible."

"Well" Carrie said, "that is exactly how I have felt for the last three years every time you called to say you had a dinner appointment and the next day I would find some evidence that you had been unfaithful to me. I put up with it for three years and finally decided to get even.'

I asked, "Are we even now? Or is your plan to drive me crazy then leave me? I mean, do you still love me? Even just a little?"

"Of course I still love you. Why do you think I would go to all this trouble to teach you a lesson? If I didn't love you I would have left you a long time ago."

"Well then, is this the end of this? Can we now try to put our marriage back together?"

"No, it's not over yet. I am going to have one more fling. I won't tell you when because I want you to know it's going to happen but not when it's going to happen. I want to make sure you never forget this last time, because if you are ever unfaithful to me again after that I will start fucking every man I meet. And then when you can't stand it anymore I will leave you. I'm sorry but that's the way I am going to play this out."

I didn't like what she was telling me but I figured I got through the last two months I could get through a couple more weeks. I asked, "Does this mean we can start sleeping together again?"

Carrie said, "Not yet. Not till this is over."

We went home after that and I retired to the guest bedroom where I read till I fell asleep around 12:30 AM.

On Monday Julie called me at my office and told me that her group was having a party that Saturday night and she asked if I wanted to go. I told her that I didn't think it would be a good idea and then I told her about what Carrie had told me at dinner Friday night. Julie said that she understood but said that if I changed me mind she would love to take me to the party.

I quickly forgot about Julie's invitation, as the only thing I could think about was when Carrie was going to go out on her last date. Every night when I came home from work I was half hoping that I would find Carrie ready to spend an evening watching TV or reading but I was also half hoping I would find her getting ready to go out on her last date. I was on pins and needles all week. Then Saturday came. Carrie and I spent the day working in the yard raking leaves and cleaning up trash and getting the house ready for winter. We had just gone in the house to start dinner when the phone rang. Carrie answered the phone. She talked for only a brief time. I couldn't hear her conversation but she was in a good mood when she got off the phone. She came over and said to me, "I'm sorry honey but I have to go out. You will have to make your own dinner tonight."

With that she when into the master bathroom and got into the shower. When she came out of the bedroom nearly an hour and twenty minutes later she was wearing the white cocktail dress with the fishnet stockings, which told me what underwear she probably had on. Ten minutes later I heard the car horn. Carrie kissed me on the cheek as she left the house.

I was feeling depressed so I called Julie and asked if I could come over. She said, "Oh did you change your mind about the party."

I said, "I forgot about the party, but yes I guess I changed my mind, let's go to the party. I'll pick you up in half an hour.

I showered and shaved and made it to Julie's house in 35 minutes. As we drove to the party Julie explained what I would see when I got there. She said, "John and Kim host all of these parties. About four years ago they bought an old eight-bedroom farmhouse just outside of town. They restored the house and turned it into an inn. John and Kim had a house warming party at the inn and invited their closest friends. By closest friends I mean the people that had been having sex with them over that last year or two. While we were looking around the house George made the comment 'With all these bedrooms and the privacy of this location we should have a swap party here.' Everyone laughed, but John kind of smiled and said that might not be a bad idea. A couple of weeks later we got an invitation to John and Kim's first swapping party. Now they throw a party every month or two when they have no rooms reserved for paying guests. "

I asked how they would feel about a stranger dropping in on there party. Julie said, "Strangers are not problem. John and Kim have one rule; they get to have sex with any new guests first. So you can expect to be dipping into Kim shortly after we get there."

I asked how the party gets started. Do people just immediately pair off or do they socialize first?

Julie said, "Most guests arrive around 8:00. At that time everyone goes into the inn's bar for drinks and by 8:30 or 8:45 some of the guest begin pairing off. Some you don't see the rest of the night and others keep coming back to the bar to find another partner. Everyone is well fucked when they leave the inn. It will be close to 9:00 when we get there so there may be only a couple of people in the bar. But remember, you have to take care of Kim before anyone else."

I said, "I am looking forward to meeting Kim and I have the hard on to prove it."

Julie had it figured right. We arrived at the inn at exactly 9:00. The inn was a beautiful old house that looked more like it belonged on a plantation than a farm. The front door opened before we could ring the bell. Standing in front of me was a very beautiful Asian American woman. She had jet-black shoulder length hair, and almond shaped eyes that were nearly a color match with her hair. She was wearing a red silk blouse, which was opened enough in the front to show off her beautifully proportioned breasts. She was wearing a short black skirt that displayed her shapely legs and most of her thighs. She was about 5' 7" tall. I felt my mouth begin to water, as I looked her over for the second or third time. Suddenly I was aware that Julie was speaking. I decided that I had better listen or I might miss something important. And boy was I right. What I heard Julie say was, "Bill, I want you to meet our hostess for the evening. This is Kim." The thought that I would soon be making love to this beautiful woman was causing a crowding problem in the crotch of my pants.

As Kim escorted us into the bar I told her that I thought the Inn was very beautiful. She thanked me and asked me what I would like a drink. I told her I would love a gin and tonic and as she prepared the drinks I looked around the room. Julie had already disappeared somewhere into the house. There was one other couple in the room. The woman was very attractive and about forty years old and the man looked to be in his mid thirties. The woman had her hand on the man's shoulder and he had his hand half way up her thigh under the hem of her skirt. I watched as the woman leaned forward and kissed the man and his hand slid the rest of the way up her thigh. At that point Kim appeared in front of me with my drink. As she handed me the drink she asked "Would you like to sit and watch them for a while or would you like a personal tour of the Inn?"

I began to apologize for staring at the other couple but Kim stopped me. She said that one of the house rules was that all doors are to be left unlocked and that anyone who wanted to watch could watch, so if I wanted to watch it was all right. I told her that as interesting as it was watching the other couple I would much rather have her give me a tour of the house.

Kim started the tour by showing me around the downstairs. Kim led me through an impressive library, a beautiful formal dining room, a very large restaurant style kitchen, and a small den. The only other people we saw during the tour were in the den. In the den a man was sitting on the sofa getting what I knew was a great blowjob, because it was Julie that had her head in his lap. Julie looked up at us as we came in and winked at me and continued running the very stiff cock in and out of her mouth.

As Kim and I began climbing the lovely curved staircase to the second floor Kim said, "There are eight bedrooms in the house. There are five on the second floor and three on the third floor. At the top of the stairs on the second floor there was a wide hallway straight ahead with doors on either side. There were three doors on the left and two on the right, and to the right of where we were now standing was the stairway to the third floor. Kim turned to me and asked "Shall we peek into the rooms and see who is doing what to whom?" Then she laughed.

The hallway was dimly lit and when Kim opened the first bedroom door on the left the lighting in the bedroom was only slightly darker than the hall. It was light enough to see the couple on the bed, man on top slowly stroking in and out of the woman but it wasn't light enough to get a good look at their faces. I wouldn't be able to recognize them if I saw them later but that wasn't important. The scene in the other four rooms on the second floor was about the same except that in one room there were two couples on the bed. It seemed to be a mass of arms and legs but they were obviously having fun. 

Having completed the tour of the second floor we headed up the stairs to the third floor. At the top of the stairs was a landing. There were three doors off the landing, one to the right, one straight ahead and one to the left. We went to the room on the left first. As Kim opened the door I saw a young woman on her hands and knees on the bed facing away from the door. There was a man in front of her and although I couldn't see clearly I could tell she was sucking his cock. I could hear the sucking and slurping noises she was making all the way across the room and the look on the man's face was unmistakable. As I watched the action I noticed the girls ass. The globes of her ass were perfectly rounded and proportioned. Between her cheeks I could see the mound of her perfectly shaped pussy and I could see the wisps of hair surrounding the slit. It looked so beautiful I wanted to run in and put my mouth on it and eat her till she came in my mouth. But I didn't move. Suddenly I was aware of movement from the side of the room. It was George, Julie's husband. He climbed on the bed behind that beautiful ass and slid his cock into her pussy in one long slow smooth stroke. She must have been very excited and wet because George's cock went in so easily. I watched as George began stroking into her gradually picking up the pace. She pick up on George's pace and pushed back against him every time he pushed into her. In a couple of minutes the man getting the blowjob let out a moan and became tense as he released his cum into the woman's mouth. At that point I realized that I had better fuck something very soon or I was going to have an accident. Kim must have read my mind because at that moment she suggested we find an empty bed. 

We found the empty bed in the center bedroom. As we walked into the room Kim stopped in front of me and put her arms around me neck and pulled my face to hers and gave me a deep tongue kiss. Then she helped me remove my clothes. Once I was naked I sat on the bed and watched as Kim removed her clothes. She didn't do a strip tease but the way she moved was every bit as erotic as any stripper. Kim's breasts were about the size of grapefruits and firm with large brown nipples. But the thing about Kim that turned me on the most was her pubic hair. It was the same color as the hair on her head and just as straight. 

Most pubic hair is curly but Kim's was straight and very soft. It was almost like fur rather than hair. Kim sat on the bed next to me and kissed me a couple of times then she turned away from me and went straight down on my swollen cock. As she began sucking on my cock she positioned herself so we were the sixty-nine position. The feeling of her soft pussy hair on my face as I tongued her was great. After about ten minutes of kissing and sucking each other Kim got on top of me and guided my cock inside her pussy. Once I was fully inside her she laid down on me and we just started moving around until we found a rhythm that work for us. We fucked like this for about ten minutes until Kim had an orgasm. Then Kim got on her hands and knees and said, "I could tell by the way you watched George fucking Carrie that you must like this position." I knew right away that Kim had just said something that I should be reacting to but I was so horny at that point that I could only think about fucking this pussy that was waving around in front of me. I pushed into Kim and began pumping into her as fast and hard as I could. 




Carrie



Kim whispered, "I'm coming again." 

Immediately after that my orgasm started, and just as the first explosion of my orgasm hit I suddenly realized what Kim had said. "George fucking Carrie." Yes, of course it was Carrie, how could I have not recognized that beautiful ass of hers. As I finished my orgasm I had the very clear image of George pumping into Carrie as she sucked on the other guy's cock. The odd thing was that instead of upsetting me I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. Even afterward I wasn't upset like I would have expected. Actually I was excited by the idea that Carrie was in this house. I decided then that I would have to fuck Carrie before the night was over.

I had a strong feeling that once we fucked that everything would come into focus and I would know what I had to do to make things right for us again.

When my cock slid out of Kim's dripping pussy she said, "Wow, that was some finish, what brought that on?"

I asked Kim how well she knew Carrie and she said, "I just met her tonight. She came as a guest of one of the regulars." 

Then I told Kim that Carrie was my wife, and gave Kim a condensed version of what had been going on in my marriage. Kim said she was sorry. 

I said, "Don't be sorry. Everything is going to work out fine now. But when you see Carrie don't tell her I here. I have to figure out the best way to get her in bed with me." 

Kim said, "I have an idea. You stay here and when Carrie comes down stairs I will tell her that she has a blind date. It's a game we play occasionally. The idea is that one of the guests wins the opportunity to choose someone as their blind date. The chosen date then is blindfolded and taken to the bedroom where their date is waiting for them. The blind date cannot remove their blindfold until their date gives them permission. How does that sound?"

I said, "That's perfect."

Kim got up and said, "Great, I will make the arrangements. You can sneak downstairs in about a half hour and watch us prepare Carrie for the date. Everyone enjoys that and I think you will find it interesting. Now remember, Carrie does have the right to say that she doesn't want to participate in the blind date. We never force anyone to do anything they don't want to do. I don't expect that to be a problem though. We have never had anyone refuse a blind date before."

I waited for a half hour after Kim left then started down stairs. When I got to the first floor I could see that there were several people sitting around in the living room. When I got closer I could see Carrie standing in the middle of the room with Kim standing next to her. I couldn't hear everything from where I was standing but I could hear enough to tell that Kim was explaining the rules of a blind date to Carrie. Finally I heard Kim ask, "Well Carrie, what do you think? Do you understand the rules as I have explained them and do you want to go on this blind date?" 

Carrie didn't hesitate. She immediately said, "Yes. I want to go on this blind date. What do I do now?"

Kim said, "First we have to help you get ready for the date. John, will you put the blind fold on Carrie please?" One of the men got up from a chair and walked behind Carrie and slipped a sleeping mask on over Carrie's head and asked Carrie to position it comfortably so that she could not see out at all. Carrie cooperated. Then John put a rolled up silk scarf around Carrie's head covering the mask and tied it behind her head. Now that Carrie was blind folded I came into the room for a closer look at the proceedings 

Next one of the women in the room said, "Okay Carrie, now remove your dress and hold it out to Kim. Carrie did as she was told and Kim took the dress from her and set it aside. Now Carrie was standing in front of about a dozen people wearing only her black silk bra and panties. Her garter belt and fishnet stockings must have been removed earlier in the evening. Carrie seemed to be completely at ease in her current situation. Then another voice in the room said, "Remove your bra." Carrie did. Then she was told to remove her panties, which she did with a little difficulty because being blindfolded affected her sense of balance. 

Another voice, a man this time said, "Turn halfway around." Carrie did. Then the voice said, "Now bend over and put your hands on the foot stool in front of you."

Kim had to help her find the stool with her hands so that Carrie wouldn't fall down. With Carrie bent over this way her ass and pussy were completely exposed to the people in the room behind her. From where I was I could see that her pussy hair was matted with cum and that there was a little bit of cum leaking out of her pussy. Now Julie spoke. "You are going to have to wash the cum off your sticky cunt. Someone bring Carrie a wash cloth." John appeared next to Carrie and helped her straighten up then he handed her a wet washcloth. John told her to wash herself.

Carrie took the washcloth and standing there naked in front of all these strangers she began scrubbing her pussy. When Carrie was done washing herself John took the washcloth from her and told her to bend over again so that everyone could see how clean she had gotten herself.

Carrie again did as she was told. John walked around Carrie and examined her and said, "You look beautiful. I wish I was the lucky guy that was going to be fucking you." Then he gently ran has fingers over her pussy and up the crack of her ass. Then he patted her ass and told her she could straighten up. 

Suddenly Julie as at my side kissing me on the cheek and saying, "It's time for you to go upstairs. Enjoy." 

Then I heard Kim say, "Well Carrie, it's time for your date. Are you ready?"

Carrie said, "Yes." 

Then Kim said, "John and George, would you please escort Carrie to her date?"

As I quietly climbed the stairs I looked back to see Carrie being gently guided toward the stairs by John and George. Only John, George and Kim came up stairs with Carrie. It seemed to take a long time for them to get to the bedroom on the third floor where our date was to take place. Kim was the first one to reach the third floor and she stood next to me as Carrie was escorted up the last few steps. I suddenly had an idea and whispered it to Kim. She smiled at me and nodded her head. I went ahead into the bedroom and waited by the bed as John and George brought Carrie to the bed and sat her down. As Carrie sat down Kim began to speak. She said, "Carrie, it's time to thank your escorts. To do that you should give each of their cocks a little sucking" (my idea).

John was the first to step in front of Carrie as she reached out. When she found his still soft cock she bent forward and gently took it into her mouth then she suck it until it was erect. Then Kim said, "Okay, that's enough for him." John stepped aside and George stepped in front of Carrie and guided Carrie's mouth to his cock. When his cock was fully erect, George stepped back and he and John went to wait at the door. 

Kim started speaking again. She said, "Now the fun begins. Just a review of a couple of rules, Carrie, you are not to speak except to show pleasure or to stop something that you do not want to do. You are not to remove you blindfold or in any way try to find out who your lover is until he gives you permission. Is that understood and agreed to?" Carrie said yes and Kim said, "Okay then, begin." 

Then Kim left the room with John and George. I came around the bed and stood in front of Carrie and bent down and kissed her with a deep tongue kiss. She responded by pushing her tongue into my mouth. When the kiss was over I took Carrie's hand and put it on my cock and with my other hand I pulled her head forward to let her know I wanted her to suck my cock. She needed no encouragement. She put as much of my cock as she could fit into her mouth and began giving me one hell of a good blowjob. She had never been this good at sucking cock before. Within minutes I was in danger of losing a load of come in her mouth so I had to stop her. I pulled back so that my cock came out of her mouth with a popping sound. Then I indicated to Carrie that I wanted he to lie down and then I got between her legs. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and began kissing the inside of her thighs and moving toward her pussy. When my face was only about an inch away from her beautiful pussy I could smell the scent of Carrie's pussy. It was a combination of her natural scents and the faint smell of her perfume. There was also another ingredient to her scent that night. It was the scent of a well-fucked cunt. As I spread the lips of her pussy with my fingers I could see her juices were already running and mixed with them I could see the traces of the cum deposited by who knows how many cocks that had been in her earlier. Rather than being grossed out by the idea of another man's cum in my wife's pussy I was suddenly extremely excited. I just dove in tongue first and started sucking on Carrie's pussy. I could taste Carrie and I could taste cum. Sometimes it was two distinct tastes and sometimes it was one combined taste. But I didn't care, I was just happy to be having sex with my wife again; even though she didn't know she was having sex with me. As I continued to suck on Carrie's pussy she began to respond. She grabbed the back of me head and pulled my face tighter against her pussy and bucked her hips up and down. Carrie had never been this responsive in our love making before. After a while Carrie seemed to calm down a little and let go of my head. I got out from between her legs got on top of her and push my cock up inside her and began kissing and sucking her breasts. I nearly came again but I backed off just in time. I didn't want to cum to soon because I wasn't sure how quickly I would be able to recover. I got a mental picture of Carrie on her hands and knees the way she was when I saw her earlier this evening so I got up and turned her over and guided her into the position I wanted her to be in. Once I had her there I started to examine her beautiful body almost as if I was seeing it for the first time. I had always known that she has a nice ass but I never appreciated that much before that night. Standing behind her looking at her ass and the way her pussy mound was framed by the tops of her legs was more beautiful than anything else I could imagine. I ran my hands all over her ass and dipped into her pussy. Carrie began making whimpering noises so I knew she wanted some cock. I got back on the bed behind her and began rubbing the head of my cock on the opening of Carrie's pussy. It was almost as though her pussy opened up and sucked my cock inside. I put my hands on her hips and just started driving in and out of her. Carrie's was going wild under me. Pushing back with each stroke, making grunting noises as I slammed my cock deep inside her and finally a loud groan as she had an orgasm. I was still stroking into Carrie when I turned to see George standing in the doorway watching. Without even thinking about it I motioned for him to come into the room, then pointed at the bed in front of Carrie. George came around to stand in front of Carrie. He already had his cock out and he looked at me. I nodded my approval and he held his cock up to Carrie's lips and wiped the pre cum from his cock head onto her lips. When he pulled his cock away, Carrie ran her tongue around her lips and opened her mouth as if in invitation. George put his cock up to Carrie's lips again and she just swallowed it. 

Fucking Carrie while watching her suck on George's cock was more that I could handle. I had an intense orgasm and filled that beautiful pussy up with my hot load. Carrie gave out a little scream of joy then went right back to sucking on George. As my orgasm subsided I pulled my cock out of Carrie and indicated that George should take my place. As George was sliding his cock into Carrie's cum fill pussy I got on the bed in front Carrie and guide her mouth to my cock. She more than willingly cleaned all of the cum off my cock. Then I slid down on the bed so that I could kiss her. I began to play with her tits and give her tinder kisses all over her face and on her neck. After a few minutes I could tell that between George's cock pumping in and out of her pussy and my playing with her tits, she was about to have another orgasm. At about the time her orgasm started George yelled, "I'm coming" and started pumping his load into Carrie's pussy.

When both George and Carrie had finished their orgasms George left and I pulled Carrie down on the bed next to me and continue to kiss her and play with her tits. After a few minutes Carrie began to respond to my kisses a little more. This told me that she was recovering from her orgasm and was getting ready to go again. I decided it was time for Carrie to know who she was in bed with so I reached up and untied her blindfold, and then I removed the sleeping mask. Carrie had her eyes closed as I removed the mask and she kept them closed for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes it took her a few seconds before she could focus on me enough to see who I was. During that short period of time I was scared. I worried that when she saw who her blind date had been that she would be angry and that any hope of us patching things up would be ruined. 

When Carrie finally could focus enough to recognize me she screamed, "Oh my god! Bill. It was you? What the... How... when... you let me... oh well never mind that. Bill, I love you. Maybe even more now than ever before." 

With that Carrie began kissing me all over. She appeared to be genuinely happy. She kissed her way down my chest and started sucking on my cock. I didn't think I had it in me but my cock started to respond almost immediately. Carrie kept sucking on my cock until I was hard then she turned around and mounted me. We got a nice slow comfortable rhythm going and Carrie began talking. She said, "I am sorry I put you through all that but I had to do something to get even with you so that I could respect myself. I just couldn't let it go. It's over now. Are we going to be all right?"

I said "It is up to you if we are going to be all right. I will do my part. No more business dinners. No more lies about where or whom I was with. But you have to do your part too.

Carrie replied, "I will. From now on I will only have sex with you. No more secret dates. We will just go back to the way things were before this all started."

I said, "Well that is not what I had in mind. I don't want to go back to the way things were. I have met some women I want to continue fucking. I want you to fuck other men, only not behind my back. I have to admit that I got a rush out of seeing you dress for a date, but I didn't like that I wasn't a part of the date. Earlier tonight I saw you sucking some guy's cock while George was fucking you from behind. It was one of the most beautiful erotic sights I have ever seen. I want us to have an open sex life. To have other partners, to share each other with other people but only by mutual agreement. No sneaking around and no lies. Can you live with that?"

Carrie said, "You really want me to have sex with other men? I nodded. And you want me to let you have sex with other women? Again I nodded. But it has to be out in the open, no secrets and no lies? Is that right? (I nodded) I can live with that." Five minutes later we both had an orgasm together. 

SIX MONTHS LATER

Carrier called me at work and said that David had called her and asked if she would like to have dinner with him and she wanted to know if it was all right with me if she accepted. I told her it was fine with me as long as I could watch her dress for her date. 

As a result of events that took place six months ago Carrie and I had opened up our marriage. We both dated other people but only people that we both know and approve of. Mostly we date the same people that attend the parties at John and Kim's Inn. We are now regulars at the monthly parties. David is one of the regulars also. I have dated his wife, Kathy, a few times and Carrie has gone out with Dave two other times.

When I got home from work Carrie was in the shower so I went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. While Carrie was finishing her shower I called Julie and asked her if she would like some company that night. She said that she would love to see me so I told her I would pick her up for dinner at 8:00 PM. When Carrie stepped out of the shower I went into the bathroom and helped her dry her body. Once she was dry we went into the bedroom again. Carrie and I have established a routine for when she is going out on a date. She lays out the clothes she is going to wear before she gets in the shower, then when she is done with the shower I hand her each item of clothing and watch her as she dresses. As I watch her dress, knowing that she is going out to fuck one of our friends gets me really excited. This night Carrie has chosen to wear a sheer white silk and lace bra and panty set with a matching short half-slip. She will where a white lace garter belt and white lace stockings. Over that she wears a pink silk blouse and a short white cotton skirt. I hand her each item of clothing before she puts them on. I always hold her panties till last. Before I let her put her panties on I hike her skirt up and go down on her pussy. I suck and eat her till she is near orgasm then I stop. This way she is always in the mood for sex when she goes out on a date. It also puts me in the mood for sex so I usually find a date for the nights Carrie goes out so that I don't have to wait till she comes home to relieve myself. 

At 7:00 PM Dave comes to the door to pick Carrie up. I answer the door and invite David in and I ask him where he and Carrie are going for dinner. No one feels awkward. It all just seems so natural now. At 7:15 Carrie and David leave. As I sit alone in the room I suddenly think back...



Carrie



I still remember the day they brought her home from the hospital. I was only five, and Mom told me I had a new baby sister. Of course, back then, that didn't mean much to me. I remember looking in at her through the bars of the crib. Little Carrie. God, even as a baby she was pretty. 

When I hit 13, Carrie was eight. I was, of course, starting to look at girls in a different way at that age. But my gaze always returned to Carrie in the end. I just couldn't help it. Looking at her beautiful face, looking into her pretty eyes... It was just too much at times. 

When I turned 17 and Carrie was 12, something happened. It may not have seemed like much of an event to everyone else, but it was a big one for me and my relationship with Carrie. 

She was coming home from school when three eighth-graders came up to her and started messing with her. They pushed her around and tried to touch her in different places. I saw this and came running. I took one of the boys and yanked him off of her. He went flying and landed on the ground. I looked at the other two and said, "You leave her the hell alone," with fire blazing in my eyes. They ran off, followed closely by the third one. 

In my moment of glory, Carrie looked at me as if I had just saved her life. I loved her so much at that moment. She came over to me, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Thanks, John." 

"Any time, Carrie," I said, and I really meant it. I would do anything for that girl. I watched her as she went into the house. Even though she was only 12, I knew I was starting to love her in more ways than one. 

When Carrie turned eighteen, I really started to go crazy. When I was home from college, I would go around naked before and after showers, just to see if Carrie would notice anything. When I slept with any of the girlfriends I had, I was always fantasizing that it was Carrie there in bed with me, moving with me, moaning, coming with me. Everyone says that's sick, right? But with us, it was different. It was just... different.

I knew that she was finally old enough to legally have sex, but how could I possilby tell her how I felt? Or did she already have some idea? Did she even have some of the same feelings? I didn't know what to do. I was totally fixated on her, no doubt about that. 

One night, I secretly followed Carrie after she left the house. She had been going out late almost every other night and I was curious to find out where it was she was always going. She stopped at what looked like an old abandoned building and went inside. I waited five minutes and then went in after her, carefully trying to stay hidden. When I looked around the corner, I saw a woman sitting at a small desk, under a dim lightbulb. Unable to hold back my curiosity, I approached the desk. She looked up at me. 

"Hello there. You're a little early, but we've got two girls ready for you back there. Have anything special in mind tonight?" I gave a her confused look. 

"I'm sorry, what is this place?" The woman gave me a suspicious look. 

"How did you find us?" 

"I just followed my-... followed Carrie here." The woman eased up a bit. 

"Do you promise to keep what I tell you a secret? Believe me, you don't want to mess with us." 

"Yeah, yeah I promise." 

"Alright. Through that door we have some glory holes set up. We're equipped with special mirrors that allow you to see the girl without her being able to see you. We also offer an option of role-playing, if you're willing to pay a little extra." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. 

"Wait a minute. You mean... you mean this is a sex house?" 

"Yes, that's one way of putting it. But it's more than that, see? The girl in there never has to know who you are if you don't want her to. We offer you total anonymity; that's the key." Total anonymity. My heart started pounding in my chest when I began considering the possibilites. "So, will we be doing business tonight?" 

"How much?" 

"Would you like her to do anything special?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"You can write something down on a sheet of paper and we'll hand it to her. You can tell her to pretend to be a nurse, a teacher, or whatever little fantasy you might have. And that'll go only to her; we won't look at it." What an incredible place, I thought briefly. 

"Uh, no, not right now." 

"Alright then. That'll be $25. Go through that doorway, turn left, stick your thing through the hole, and enjoy," the woman said, smiling. I pulled out a twenty and a five and handed them to her. 

"So is that Carrie on the left side then? I only want to see Carrie." She gave me an interested look. 

"Have a special thing for her, do you? Alright, you'll want to turn to your right in that case." 

I went through the doorway and down the hall, my heart beating wildly. My erection was pressing strongly against my pants in anticipation of what looked to be the biggest night of my life. I came to the first set of turns. The hallway went on with many different turns, but I took the first right. I came to an open room with a sink and a toilet off in one corner. The only light was coming through a window on the lefthand side. My heart skipped a beat. Was Carrie sitting right in there, waiting for me? I closed the door behind me and went into the room. 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I looked through the window. Carrie was indeed on the other side of the glass. She was sitting naked on a small stool, reading a magazine. I stared in awe at my beautiful nude sister. Her breasts had grown in well, with nice red nipples. Carrie had her hair tied back in a cute ponytail. She sat with her legs crossed, so I couldn't see much more. My mouth was completely dry, and my heart felt ready to explode. I went and got some water out of the sink, splashed some on my face, and drank some down. Was I really going to do this? I looked over at Carrie again, who didn't even know I was in the room yet. Dear, sweet Carrie. Yes, I had to do it. It wasn't the best arrangement, but it was all I had. 

I stood by the hole in the wall and knocked on the window. Carrie looked up at what was the mirror to her. "Hello," she said cheerfully. I was amazed at how well I could hear her. There must have been speakers somewhere. It was so strange being with her like that. I knew I would have to change my voice so she wouldn't recognize me. 

"Hey," I said in a lower voice. Carrie giggled. 

"Hmm, you sound like you don't want me to hear your real voice. Do I know you?" 

"I know you from school," I lied quickly, not knowing what else to say. 

"Really?" A naughty smile came over her face. "This is just going to be between us though, right?" 

"Right." 

"Okay, good good. Do you have something for me?" She tipped her head and smiled again. It was almost too much for me. I knew I wasn't dreaming but it was hard to be sure. Carrie kneeled down in front of the hole and put her hands on her knees. I could see some of her soft pubic hair. I pulled my penis out. I hesitated a little bit, knowing it was my last chance to turn back. "Don't be shy," Carrie urged me on. I bit my lip and pushed my cock through the hole. Carrie smiled again and moved foward, gasping suddenly. She looked up at the mirror with a surprised look on her face, as if she had just remembered something. What was going on? Was it for show? I started to get worried. But then she said, "Ooh, it's so big," and I relaxed again. 

I jumped as Carrie wrapped her soft, delicate hand around me and stroked me a little bit. My sister's hand. It was happening; it was finally really happening. I couldn't believe my luck. I moved closer and pushed all the way through, giving her all I could. 

"Mmm, thank you," she said approvingly. I tensed up as Carrie opened and took my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue licking my shaft and her lips all around it. She took me all the way down. My God, she was good at it! Where did she learn this? She slowly moved her head forward and back while I looked down and saw it all. She pulled it out and stroked me again. "Feel good?" she asked. 

"Yes," I breathed. 

"Good, good. Don't be shy, let me hear you." She went back to sucking me and I started moaning softly, like she told me to. My little Carrie--not so little anymore. She sped up her sucking and jacked me at the same time. We were both moaning. My breathing sped up suddenly and Carrie knew that I was about to come. She pulled me out of her mouth and stroked me strongly and smoothly. I easily had one of the best orgasms of my life then. Carrie milked me expertly and I shot out all over her sweet face and hair. She was saying, "Good boy," over and over while she jacked me off. I finished jizzing but Carrie kept stroking my cock to be sure I was done. God I loved her. "Mmm, did you like that?" 

"I loved that," I said in my low voice. She finished stroking me, gave the tip of my cock a little kiss, and then let go. I pulled out and zipped myself back up, looking at my beautiful little sister, covered in my cum. 

"Will I see you again?," she asked, looking to where she thought my face was. 

"Definitely," I answered. She blushed a little bit. 

"My name's Carrie. What should I call you?" 

"Um... Call me John," I told her. Again, she looked surprised, but then just said, 

"Okay, see you next time, John." 

"Bye." I walked out of the building in a daze. It was 11:30. How late would she stay there? Who else would she service? I didn't really want to think about that. What mattered was that Carrie, Carrie herself, had just made me come. It was wonderful. It was the most amazing thing in the world. But it wasn't enough, of course. 

I went right back a couple days later. I asked if I could write her a note this time. I wrote that I wanted Carrie to masturbate a little before she sucked me. After they delivered the message, I went down the hall again, turned right, and closed the door, just like before. 

When I looked through the window, I got a full view Carrie's vagina. She was on her stool again, but this time, her legs were wide open facing the mirror. I think I almost choked. 

"John? Is that you?" 

"Yes. Hello, Carrie." 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yeah, you just startled me." 

"Should I start then?" 

"Yes, go ahead." It felt so strange, commanding her that way. I knew I was probably just making myself crazier and crazier, but how could I resist? She was everything to me. And if our love had to be onesided, then so be it. 

Carrie left one hand on her knee while she fingered herself firmly with the other. She closed her eyes and faced the window, parting her lips slightly. My penis was pointing to the ceiling in no time. "Mmm, do you like to watch me?" 

"I love it." 

Carrie continued palming herself for a while, then asked, "Are you ready for me to suck you?" 

"Yes." Carrie kneeled, keeping her legs parted a bit so she could keep playing with herself. I presented my baby sister with my cock again. She took it right into her mouth, sucking it in deep, loving strokes. I came very quickly, filling Carrie's mouth with my cum. I couldn't believe I had done that. She accepted it, but then spit it neatly into a nearby bucket. 

"God, Carrie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to." Or did I? I didn't know what I wanted. It was getting hard to tell between right and wrong. 

"No no, it's okay. It's just that I'm not allowed to swallow you unless you pass their tests." 

"You mean you... you would swallow if I passed the tests?" Carrie seemed to look me right in the eye just then, even through the mirror. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as she smiled. 

"Yes." 

Needless to say, I went back the next time and asked to be tested. When I was cleared, I practically ran down the hall to where my sister sat, nude, waiting for me. I told her my results. 

"So, would you like me to swallow your cum, John?" We both knew the answer, of course, but it was great hearing the question. 

"Yes, Carrie." 

"Alright. I will." I gave her my cock again. She sucked slowly and deeply, making it last ever so long. She put her hands on the glass as her head continued to bob. I placed my hands where hers were, with the glass between us. It made me feel just a little closer. I came into Carrie's little mouth again. She didn't flinch, but just kept on sucking, collecting all of my cum. Once she had all I could produce for her, she looked up at me and showed me the semen in her mouth. Again, it was as if she knew exactly where my eyes were. With our gazes locked, she swallowed my cum down, licking her lips. 

"That was good, John." I didn't even have a reply; I was too stunned. After thoughtlessly righting myself again, I headed for the door. "John?" 

"I'm here." Carrie's hands went to her crotch, where they rubbed her slowly. 

"Next time, would you like to fuck me?" I let out a big sigh. I had thought about it a thousand times, of course. I answered carefully. 

"No, Carrie. I'd like to make love to you." She smiled, her eyes sparkling again. A small tear fell from one of them. 

"I'll be here." I left, in a daze, as usual. What had my life become? I wasn't sure. But I couldn't stop, at least not yet. 

The off day came and went; then it was another Carrie day. I sat in my car outside the building, waiting for her to arrive. I didn't know how it would all end. Would this be my last night with her? What if I couldn't stay away? What if she quit her job and I didn't have a choice? Any way I looked at it, things were spinning out of control. 

Carrie showed up, at last. She paused in front of the building, took a deep breath, and went inside. It looked like even she was a little anxious this time. I waited for another agonizing fifteen minutes before going in. The woman at the desk stopped what she was doing as I came in. 

"And there he is," she said, as if she had been talking to someone else. "Carrie tells me that you two will be talking a step further tonight." 

"That's right," I said nervously. "How will this work? Is there a wall with a bigger hole?" The woman looked slightly taken aback. 

"What, didn't she tell you?" I only stared blankly as she continued. "Carrie has requested one of our private rooms for the two of you. You will have full contact with her." 

No. It couldn't be true could it? "What about total anonymity?" I asked, my voice shaking a little. The woman grinned smartly. 

"Carrie will be wearing a blindfold," she said simply. I took a deep breath. It wasn't what I had expected, but there was no turning back now. After paying, I went down the hall, taking the third right turn this time. The hallway ended with a simple closed door. I was in another world it seemed. Everything was blurry. 

I knocked on the door. I heard Carrie's voice inviting me in. Hearing her voice brought reality flooding back. I was about to experience the ultimate, whether right or wrong. 

I went in, closing the door behind me. Turning around, I saw Carrie, naked except for a dark blindfold across her face. She stood next to a large bed in a bright room, not unlike the room I usually saw her in. When I gazed upon her, all other thoughts melted away, leaving only love and lust. 

"Welcome, John." I jumped slightly before realizing that that was only the name I had given her. She stood with her arms behind her, her feet together. My eyes roamed her skin, causing me to start hardening. "Come here." I went to her, drawn by a powerful force. We embraced. I could smell a sweet perfume on her. I didn't want to let go. Carrie found my mouth and kissed it. 

"Now, John," she said. "May I take this blindfold off, once and for all?" I stared as she calmly smiled. 

"What do you mean? You would see who I was then." 

"I already know who you are." A wave of goosebumps rolled right through me, followed closely by extreme heat. Did she actually know? She continued, through my awed silence. 

"You protected me from those boys way back when. You walked nude around the house, allowing me to see your penis, to memorize it, so I would recognize it later. You've always loved me. You're John, my big brother." I was completely stunned. She had known all along, since the first night I had met her here. My heart beat wildly. 

"Should I leave?" I asked, full of fear. 

"No, John. Of course not. But what's your answer, should I take this off?" I didn't know how I would feel if our eyes actually met in this situation, but I had to find out. 

"Yes." Carrie's hands moved to the back of her head, undoing the knot, as my heart continued pounding, afraid of what would happen. The blindfold fell to the floor. We looked at each other. I searched her soul, trying to discover if this was okay. Then, after just a few seconds, everything was fine. All the worry, all the fear, all the confusion, it all melted away. 

Carrie found my penis and lead me to the bed. I sat down while Carrie kneeled in front of me. She lubricated my shaft with her wet mouth, pausing to look up at me every so often. After a time, she stopped and sat next to me. It was my turn to kneel. I waited before her, her pussy just inches from my mouth. I would finally return all the favors she'd granted me. I pressed my face between her legs, wetting her a bit more. Her delicate feet hung in the air, suspended by her pleasure. 

At last, Carrie stretched out on the bed, her legs apart, inviting me. I climbed between her legs, ready to fulfill my fantasy. My penis touched her opening, sending a chill down my spine. I looked at Carrie to make sure it was okay. She nodded to me, smiling. 

I penetrated her--my penis in Carrie's vagina. It was truly incredible. I slowly moved in and out of her, her vaginal muscles squeezing me gently with each pass. One of my hands moved up to touch her soft cheek. Her hand met mine there. I kissed her. It was perfection. 

I don't know how long it went on that way, but it was long enough to etch itself into my memory, to remain there forever. Finally, I pushed forward, into my sister Carrie, for the last time, bringing her orgasm about. I held it there as I came deeply inside her, our eyes locked together as I did so. 

We stayed that way, connected, for the longest time--not speaking, not needing to. 

The next day, and ever after, everything was fine. My obsession had left me. I was able to move on with life. Carrie and I had a regular, close relationship from then on. Every so often, meeting on holidays, I would see a certain glimmer in her eye and be reminded of our time together, our little secret. I don't know whether what we did is right or wrong, but I don't think it matters. What counts is, Carrie and I were able to have a unique bond, and more importantly, the bond remained strong and unbroken, to this very day. 

The End 



Carrie



He lay down on his back and looked up at the stars, there were thousands upon thousands of them filling the vast bowl of the desert sky, immersing him in wonder and a sense of scale. How small and insignificant we are, he thought. There is nothing like being reminded of that when your troubles seem so large!

The dune behind him was a dim area of more solid black and its bulk cut out the lights of the camp and the nearby village. This must have been how the night sky has looked for millions of years, with no human light to detract from it.

The sand under his back still held an echo of the heat of the day in the desert and for while he thought of nothing at all.

But after a while his thoughts returned to the here and now, specifically to this evening when the bittersweet pleasure of a great evening with the woman he loved so much, but who would never be his, ran though his mind. 

Timing he mused, the whole universe up there works like a vast clock, but down here we cannot get anything right. He had met this girl and fallen in love, he knew she could have been the one for him and the greatest love of his life; but the timing was wrong, he was with someone else when they met, and by the time he was not, she was! 

It must happen all the time he thought, and we all follow the conventions of our tribe, our society or our religion to prevent us pursuing happiness by following our hearts. 

He sighed. He was not a stupid man, he knew that you need rules and conventions for society to work, for children to have security, and for civilization to exist.

But on a night like this, where it is just you and the universe, it seemed a bloody shame that love could not be the only consideration, just for once.

That evening he had watched Carrie chatting to the local villagers. She was everything he would like to be, sociable, with a gift of being able to talk to strangers and make friends easily, and transparently honest and interested in others. For someone like him, awkward and a bit reserved it was revelation, and drew him like a magnet, in her company he too felt more at ease with others, and with himself. 

Of course when the dancing started she was in the thick of it, and soon he was too. Letting go completely for once in his life. He managed to forget for a while that tomorrow they would be returning to their everyday lives.

When the local women, all smiles and laughter had dragged her off somewhere, he had continued to bask in the wonderful atmosphere of the place, the flickering fires and smoking candles and torches. The warm colours of the tent fabrics moving in the breeze, and rich carpets on the ground with the shadowed corners, and exotic scents of cinnamon and spices on the night breeze. The desert had its own smell, and his tiled kitchen with its fluorescent strip lights, frozen food, and television, seemed a lifetime ago and a universe away.

The music began again and Carrie reappeared with two other women, to his delight she was wearing a diaphanous outfit composed of many pieces of some floaty fabric that followed her movements as she danced, her belly was bare with a large jewel of some kind fixed to her belly button, and she was laughing to him as she tried to imitate the sensuous rhythms of the local dancers, a kind of shawl of small silver coins and trinkets circled her hips and flashed in the candle light as she swayed. Her outfit was red, gold, green and violet, a chaotic mix of warm colours that wove around each other and highlighted her white skin and teeth as she laughed and laughed. 

Her belly dancing was, frankly, rubbish, but his eyes were glued to her, and he thought he had never seen anything so beautiful or full of life. 

She smiled straight at him as she tried to copy a sort of grinding squatting motion that would have got her thrown out of polite society, and she added a bottom wiggle with an over the shoulder wink that soon had the others trying to copy her. His heart and trousers were both under considerable strain by now and it was almost a relief when the music ended, and the three ladies took a bow. The place was in uproar and he reckoned she had done more for international relations in half an hour than the UN had managed in ten years here.

Carrie dropped onto the huge cushions in a sprawl, "I am knackered" she said that belly stuff must be good for your waistline, I am glowing!" 

"Yes like a pig", he said, "I love the outfit though, very you"

"Pretty damn sexy eh?, I wonder how this would go down in the old home town! I kept thinking my boobs were going to jump right out, its' more like a shelf than a bra!"

" You love it! and I love do too" he said almost tripping over his tongue, he had almost said "and I love you too" but although his heart was saying just that, he knew it would bring problems and he just wanted to live the moment.

Carries' eyes betrayed that she had caught him, not much got past her when it came to feelings and nuances of meaning. She smiled, more gently ( wistfully?) this time, and said " I must pop to the loo, I will see you in a bit." 

He saw here chatting with her new dancing friends as she left the big tent. 

Suddenly he felt like being alone, and where better than the North African desert for a quiet walk . 

That is how he came to be staring at the stars. 

" Just bad timing" he sighed to himself. 

" Is it a bad time for you"? She said

" Bloody hell, I never heard you coming!" he jumped up, "how the hell did you find me out here?"

" I have special powers!, and the moon is just coming up, look". A faint sliver of moonlight traced the twin trail of dark imprints left by their feet. It was like a magic path leading away over the sand dune and as they watched the moon rose another degree, and the footprints vanished again into the black backround.

" You must have magical powers" he said, "what are the chances against that happening?, the angle of the sand, the moon, you looking the right way... hell it's impossible, its magic, his voice dropped and he paused; it's fate"

He looked at her for the first time, she was in shadow, but he could make out the gleam in her eyes. " fate" he said again stupidly.

And he kissed her. Her kiss was cool and soft, her lips seemed to touch something inside him, after a few moments he broke away, " sorry" he said "I..."

"Never say sorry for kissing a woman" she interrupted.

" I will remember that piece of advice" he smiled. "And while I am doing things I should not do, I have one more to add, I love you, I know I should not, but here and now the rest of the world does not exist for me, only you"

He stood there uncertain for a moment, the moment stretched out, till he looked up into her eyes.

" Me too" she said, " fancy a shag"?

" Sure, who with"?

She jumped at him then and they kissed frantically as she wrapped her legs around his waist, she was so light he easily held her with one arm as he pulled aside her wispy knickers , dragged down his trousers, probably tearing the zipper, as he kicked them off, and pushed into her, without breaking the kiss. 

After a few thrusts he fell to his knees and laid her down on the sand, never breaking contact with her, or stopping the kisses, but as they gasped for air, and he reared up her top fell open showing her moonlit breasts, joggling and swaying as he moved. He seemed to go on and on, with his body taking control of his mind for once. It was not subtle and did not last very long, but it was a heart stopping moment, when his whole soul seemed to leave his body and flow into hers. 

" You witch, you've stolen my soul " he gasped.

" Oh, no!, Well I know lets' try again and see if it comes back, she said, " I will be on top this time" 

" I don't think I am quite ready yet" he laughed "give me a minute"

" I will have you ready in 30 seconds" she said. And squatted over him, knickers pulled to the side, she started the bump and grind routine from the dance but this time with added finger actions, " come on come on, I am starting without you" - he could smell and hear her squelchy arousal and sure enough in 30 seconds he was as hard as a rock, and she was lowering herself down onto him in the most delicious sensation in the world. 

As her rounded bottom squashed down flattened against him, she wriggled the last few millimeters. " Ah a perfect fit I think" she said contentedly.

" How did that dance go again" he asked innocently, and she growled as she began to bounce up and down on him.

Reaching round to cup her soft bottom cheeks in his hands he glanced up at the starry sky with her face farmed by her hair, and the tiny point of her tongue just peeping out between her lips. He knew that this was a moment that would be burned on his memory forever. 

But he had no more time for deep thought, as he gave into the urge to buck his hips and slap up against her as she met his thrusts. They made love for hours as the stars swung above them and in both their hearts they knew this moment would never be repeated.

They would never have arguments over trivial things or grow tired of each other, but they would have just this one perfect night to keep with them wherever they went, and however old they became. Whatever happened tomorrow.



Carrie



I was 36 when I started grad school. I was older because I had spent a lot of years in the military and also on starting a family. I got into a pretty good school and four years later I was writing my thesis. My area of concentration was U.S. History and in particular 19th century reform movements. This meant I spent a lot of time in the school archives as well as other archives and libraries. My advisor told me the more original source material I used the better. I was an excellent researcher so I was more than up to the challenge.

It was early May and I was in the bowels of Widener Library hunting down a book. I was going to go from there through the tunnel to the archives. It wasn't at all unusual to be the only one back in the stacks and quite honestly I preferred it that way. A couple of times while hunting the book I needed I thought I heard someone else in the stacks with me but didn't see them. I didn't think much of it but it did pique my curiosity a bit. I remember looking at my watch and seeing it was just a little after six which gave me another full three hours before the library closed. It wasn't unusual for students to get trapped in Widener as big as it is. Graduate students would get the customary "you know better" whereas undergrads were threatened with a loss of privileges. Being allowed in the stacks was unusual for undergrads so holding that over their heads provided a bit of leverage.

I was walking down one of the aisles towards the rear of the building when I saw a stunning young woman standing on a stool to reach a book on the top shelf. When first seeing her I guessed she couldn't have been more than 19 or 20. She had auburn hair that was tied up behind her head. She wore a long dress that pinched at her waist and fell to her ankles. Back then we weren't far removed from the hippie years so I figured her to be a bit of a throwback although punk style was coming in so it was a bit unusual.

I continued walking down the aisle. I needed to go to the other side of where she was standing. Just as I reached her she went to take a step off the stool and lost her balance. Being rather agile I was able to catch her before she fell to the floor.

The woman looked a bit shocked and then said, "Thank you." She blushed although for the life of me I couldn't understand why.

Being recently divorced and lacking in female companionship I quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity afforded me. "It's my pleasure." I smiled and nodded to her. "People have been known to die from falling off these stools and then not be discovered for weeks down here." I lied of course but it was an attempt at a bit of light humor.

"Is that so?" She responded with a serious look on her face.

I couldn't believe she was taking me seriously. "No, of course not, I was just joking." My attempt at humor having failed I tried another tact. "So what are you looking for down here?"

"A book on Josiah Quincy, do you know of him?"

"Actually I do. I wrote a paper on him last year. He was the 2nd lay president of the college 1839 to 1845."

"Well, I'm impressed." She said finally breaking a smile. "I'm sorry but I shouldn't be talking to you as we haven't been formally introduced. My father would truly disapprove."

"Oh, I'm sorry. My name's Henry Everett. My friends call me Hank."

"I'm Caroline Stevens and my friends call me Caroline."

"Isn't that just a bit formal?" I asked her. I thought I was heading down a road I didn't want to be on so I quickly changed the subject to something I consider more controllable. "So maybe I can help you with your research my having already done it."

Caroline looked at me pensively and then said, "Well maybe you can." She then proceeded to ask me questions about where to find certain facts. They were all pretty basic questions that I answered easily. Finally she asked, "So you teach in the history department I take it." Before I could disabuse her of the idea she continued. "I'm surprised I haven't seen you around here but then you know we Cliffies are reigned in pretty tightly."

"I don't teach here," I said almost laughing, "I'm a student here just like you. I'm doing my thesis work now."

"Fascinating." She replied. I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic but decided to take it at face value. As we continued to talk whole demeanor seemed to change in a way that is difficult to explain save to say that she was more warm and bubbly. She had transformed from this very serious woman to a happy and free spirit.

Caroline carried the conversation and then suddenly said, "Listen to me, I'm gong on and on. What about you?"

Her question confused me. I had no idea where it was coming from. So instead of querying her I asked, "Do you mind if I call you Carrie?"

"No actually, I'd love it. My best friend calls me that and I really like it." She was off to the races again chattering about everything. Finally she said, "Listen, I know a room over there" she was pointing through the stacks toward the side of the library "that one of the professors always leaves unlocked. Let's go in there so we can sit down and be more comfortable."

I told her I thought that'd be a good idea. Carrie led the way and as she said there was an unlocked door to one of the offices. Just as we walked through the door Carrie turned around and said, "See what I mean." I verbally agreed and nodded my head but as I nodded I took notice of her dress's loose neckline. I could see the soft swell of her breasts. "Men!" Carrie said sternly. I was about to apologize when she said, "But I'm glad you like them." Carrie through her arms around me and kissed me dead on the lips. The first kiss was a fun sort of kiss. As she broke that kiss Carrie looked up into my eyes with her emerald green eyes, a real bedroom look. Then she kissed me again only this time there was a passion about it. She would kiss me and then lightly brush her lips against mine and kiss me again. When she brushed our lips it sent a tingling sensation up and down my spine.

As she kissed me Carrie had pressed her body firmly against mine and was moving it ever so slightly back and forth against me. We continued to kiss and as we did my hand moved from her back to her side and up to her breast. The moment I touched her breast Carrie stepped back. I was certain I was about to be reprimanded. Instead she turned around and said, "Get the buttons."

I was a little taken aback but more than willing. I fumbled through the buttons and as the dress fell from her shoulders a slip and petticoat came into view. "Wow, look at that." I said indicating her underclothing. Carrie gave me a puzzled look but said nothing. When she stepped out of the slip she was wearing she was in just a pair of panties. I thought they looked a bit large but considering the rest of her dress I wasn't surprised. I was looking upon what seemed to be 36D breasts, a small waist but broad hips. I'd say she was 38 or even 40 around the hips. Still, she looked absolutely stunning standing there in all her glory.

"Well?' Carrie said finally and pointedly.

"Ooops, sorry, I was just taking you in. You're so beautiful."

"Oh you don't have to say that. I know I've got a big bottom."

As I stripped off my clothes I decided not to challenge her perception and instead said, "You know you have the most gorgeous eyes. I'll bet you've caught lots of guys with just a look of your eyes."

"Oh heavens no," Carrie said, "I've never had a beau. I've never even . . ." Carrie's quick paced speech suddenly stopped as she seemed to be looking for the right words but she didn't continue.

"You've never even what?" I asked finally.

"You know." She said showing her embarrassment.

I thought about it for a second and then said, "You mean you've never . . ." I didn't want to say the word fuck or even the phrase make love. It was apparent to me that such talk embarrassed her. Carrie looked down and shook her head no.

I looked around the room and was happy this professor had a smallish sofa in his office. I motioned Carrie to sit there and I sat next to her. As I went to kiss her neck Carrie seemed to suddenly stiffen up. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied nervously, "I want this." I reached out and gently caressed her breasts. They were firm with pebble stiff nipples. The areola surrounding them was very light in color. Her skin was silky soft and very pale. As I first touched her nipple it raised goose bumps on her flesh very noticeably. Then I placed a hand on each breast and fondled them, caressed them, made love to them with my hands. As I took one hand away I let the other trace its way down her belly to her pussy. She had a fair amount of pussy hair which was a little darker than the hair on her head. When my finger touched the lips of her pussy she shuddered. I pressed her back on the sofa so she was in a semi-reclining position. I quickly kissed her lips and then gently sucked first on one nipple and then the other.

I continued kissing my way down her body but just as I was about to kiss her pussy she said, "No, don't. That's dirty!"

Carrie had opened her eyes and was looking at me when I said, "Yeah, that's the point." Her expression changed quickly to one of confusion.

Finally she said, "But good girls don't let a gentleman do that."

I was really taken back by what I saw as some confused moralistic ideals. Finally I said, "But that's what makes it fun." I kissed her lips then her neck and then said, "Okay?" Before she answered I was kissing her breasts again, sucking on her nipples and then kissing between her breasts and down her belly.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. Feeling I had the green light from her I quickly kissed my way down to her pussy and pressed my tongue again her pussy lips. "Oh!" She said in a sort of half surprise half sigh. The taste of her pussy was light and her scent quite delicate. I could feel her relax a bit and her legs spread apart a little more. I lifted my head up just enough so I could look at her beautiful pussy and the pressed my face back down into it. As I ran my tongue down her pussy the tip of my tongue flicked over her harden clit. She let go of a very pronounced "Oh!" as my tongue went over her clit and then followed than with a very satisfied sort of "mmmmm". I continued sucking on her clit and running my tongue up and down her pussy and as I did she began to squirm beneath me. I could also hear little "ohs" escape from her lips each time my tongue touched a sensitive point which seemed to be just about everywhere.

My cock was so hard and begging for attention I couldn't ignore it any longer. I moved myself up on the sofa and between Carrie's legs. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the tip of it up and down her pussy. Carrie looked up at me and said, "Please be gentle, I've never done this before." Even though she had previously said in so many words that she was a virgin hearing her say it now was incredibly erotic. I wanted to plunge my cock into her pussy hard and take her that way. She did look so innocent laying there even naked as she was. I didn't want to hurt her though as I went through her hymen. I knew it was inevitable that it might hurt a little bit so I told her that and she said it was all right and gave me a nervous smile.

I pressed my cock slowly into her pussy. In my mind was the thought that my cock was the first to enter her pussy. As her pussy began to surround my cock I thought of how this sensation was a first for her and I was doing it for her. As I went deeper I readied for the backpressure of her maidenhead. Finally I was all the way in her and there had been no hymen to break through. I knew there were a dozen reasons this could be so but I did feel a twinge of disappointment. I wanted to feel my cock breaking through and then I realized it was my good fortune that hadn't happened. Hopefully it meant no blood and where we hadn't put a towel or anything beneath her there'd be no mess to deal with, hopefully.

As I pulled my cock from her pussy and pushed it back into her I said, "Oh your pussy feels so good."

Carrie's eyes opened upon hearing my words and whispered, "Don't say that." I couldn't believe her request but her innocence was such a turn on it actually made me feel like my cock suddenly swelled inside her. Now it felt like her pussy was wrapped very tightly around my cock and that it was resisting me effort to pull it out and then pulling me back in as I entered her again. Each time I entered her Carrie said an increasingly pronounced, "oooh!" As my rhythm picked up so did her saying "oh" and then as my cock was going quickly in and out of her, my balls slapping noisily against her ass she said, "Yes, fuck me Hank!"

I couldn't believe what I heard escape her lips and it pushed me right over the top. The cum quickly swelled up from my balls and into my cock and my cock swelled in her pussy. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna come!" I almost yelled. Seconds later I could feel my cock exploding inside Carrie's pussy and Carrie responded by saying "Oh yes, I'm coming!" Carrie seemed to change right there beneath me and as my orgasm started to subside she yelled, "Fuck me more!" She kept saying it and saying it. It wasn't long before sweat was rolling down my face and falling on her body. Carrie was glistening with sweat as well. I can only guess that it was a combination of the strength of her words and her newly lost innocence that kept me hard inside of her.

We continued to fuck and Carrie came several times more and I came once again as well which surprised me. The male multiple orgasm, who knew? Finally we collapsed in each other's arms and lay there curled up on the sofa, slightly panting and slowly cooling down. I didn't know what to say and decided saying nothing was all right. I playfully touched Carrie's breasts. She smiled back at me and closed her eyes. I felt like I could fall asleep right there just like that. It was then I noticed a clock. It was 15 minutes before closing time.

"Quick!" I said, "We've gotta get dressed and get out of here or we're gonna get locked in her. It's getting late." I stood up and looked down at Carrie. She smiled back at me and slowly stood and started to dress herself.

As soon as I had buttoned up her dress for her she said to me, "Wait here a minute, I've got to get something." She didn't wait for a response from me quickly disappearing into the stacks. I waited five minutes and when she didn't return I went out into the stacks and called her name. There was no response. I called a little louder and still no response. I repeated this several more times walking through the stacks looking for Carrie and calling her name and getting no response. I looked at my watch. It was five minutes to close. I ran up the stairs and out to the library entrance. I told the guard there I was waiting for someone to come out and he said it'd be all right for me to wait there. At five minutes past the hour a librarian came down the steps just beyond the door to where I stood.

The librarian looked at the guard and said, "You can go now Jerry, everyone's out."

"What about the stacks?" I questioned him.

"Everyone's gone sir, we did our checks."

I was confused and didn't know what to say. The guard ushered me out the doors so he could lock up. All kinds of thoughts ran through my mind from Carrie ditching me to her being in the stacks still and not being detected. I waited outside on the library steps for 15 minutes. Students who found themselves locked in the library always got out by that time and still there was no Carrie.

I wandered around the side of the library and out into the street. I decided I needed a drink and went to a nearby pub. As I entered I saw a friend of mine, Sam. He greeted me and I joined him and told him about meeting Carrie with giving him the part about the sex we'd just had.

Sam was actually an undergrad at the school and I was a TA in one of his classes. We'd become friendly and then friends because we'd graduated from the same high school. "So what's your mystery girl's name Hank?" Sam finally asked me.

"Carrie," I said, "Caroline Stevens."

Sam laughed and said, "Yeah good one, so don't tell me her name."

"That's her name." I said defensively.

Sam could see I was serious and said, "So you're telling me you talked to the Widener ghost?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked sharply.

"The Widener ghost, don't you know?" I think he could see from the expression on my face that I didn't know so he continued, "The story goes that one of the Cliffies, Caroline Stevens, was murdered in the stacks back at the turn of the century and her ghost roams the stacks seeking revenge."

"Well the woman I met wasn't a ghost and she was very nice, not looking for revenge so it must be another Caroline Stevens."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Sam said.

As the days and weeks passed I kept looking for Caroline but found no trace of her. Then one day I had to go to the president's office to get permission to look at a journal of one of his ancestors. His secretary had me sit until he was ready. As I looked up at the wall I saw a painting of Caroline hanging there with a much older man. I got up and looked more closely at it search out a plate saying who was in the painting. "Do you know who this painting is of?" I asked the secretary.

"Ah yes," she replied a little hesitantly. "That's Noah Stevens and his daughter Caroline. He was some big wig on the board of directors here way back around 1910 I think."



Carrie



I remember well the night that I first met Carrie - It was a Friday night and I was on a business trip at a hotel. She was my waitress, and apart from being very friendly she was absolutely gorgeous. She has very dark hair, a beautiful delicate face with sharp inquisitive eyes that contrast her softer features. There was nothing electrical or even out of the ordinary, however - she simply brought me my coffee and a piece of cheesecake, smiling. I would look up from my work to watch her with the other customers - fending off advances from half-drunk businessmen trying to escape their wives, sighing slightly when she got a bad tip. 'She's cute as hell' I thought to myself when I watched her pouring drinks and talking with the barman - apparently friendly enough with him but not flirty. I went over more boring info about what kinds of makeup compliment Asian skin tones the best, what the newest trendy diets were and whether they actually helped or harmed your body - sipping my tea and half paying attention to my work, half to Carrie. 

The restaurant began to wind down, and soon I was one of only 2 tables left. I was polite however, and didn't ask that she refill my cup when she was busy or take offense when I was neglected for an extended period of time. Eventually the last customer left, and to my surprise Carrie came over to my table and plopped down, exhausted. She carried with her a big wad of cash and several credit-card receipts.

"Mind if I do my cash-out here?" she asked, looking worn.

"Not at all, it looks like you had a busy night," I replied. "I'm Ariele by the way. Do well with tips?" I never fully understood the whole American culture of tipping, but I knew enough to be aware that people from foreign countries often don't tip nearly as much as the server should receive, based on their meager wages.

"Not too bad," she answered, "I'm dying to get out of here though. Been one of those days."

I looked up at her, directly in the face and was a little embarrassed when she looked straight back into my eyes, smiling. Then it happened - she saw one of my personal columns I had written earlier - my 'weekly lesbian lesson'.

Her face flushed a little but she moved her eyes quickly from the article back to me. I felt a little exposed with the way she took me in. I'm 5'5", 105 lbs and Asian. 30-b breasts, and not a lot of curves, but very slim and I've often been told I'm very pretty, whether I choose to believe it or not. I could feel her eyes gliding over my body - it wasn't perversely sexual or obvious, just a glance that lingered longer than usual.

"I wish you had been on the floor with me tonight, maybe then I'd have gotten less attention from all those old, liquored up men! Ugh... they drive me crazy sometimes." she said, as I took my turn in examining her. She was strikingly pretty without her fancy shirt on- just a T-shirt and her black miniskirt. She was probably closer to 5'7", 125 lbs, 34-c breasts which had an elegantly done tribal symbol tattooed in the top center of them. 

I brushed off the underlying compliment, attributing it to her friendliness. I opened my mouth to speak but felt foolish and closed it, not knowing what to say. Luckily she was engrossed in her closing duties and didn't notice. 

She let out a sigh as she finished, slumping back in her chair and sticking her legs out in front of her. I felt her smooth skin brush against my leg, and come to a rest pressing against me. The booth afforded little room for 2 people to sit in comfort without touching. I felt a little tingle crawl up my neck but merely looked up at her and smiled. She didn't move her leg.

"So what are you plans for the night?" she inquired, leaning in on the table and resting her head in her palms. I could see a bit of cleavage when she did this, and began to feel warmer than usual.

"Nothing really... I've finished most of my work and I'm not on your time, physically at least, so this is like the middle of the day to me." I responded, putting down my work and leaning in, assuming a more receptive posture. My leg slid against hers, our smooth skin gliding together. She smiled.

We chatted for a bit about our jobs, she was exceptionally kind and friendly, and I had to admire her devotion to her studies. She worked 2 jobs non stop just to save up the money she needed for college every summer. She became more flirtatious, putting her hand on my arm, smiling and laughing, eventually sliding her other leg against mine, trapping me between her slender stems. I began to lose some of my earlier reservations - she was either interested or just extremely friendly and looking for a girlfriend to chat to. I was happy simply with the chance to get to know her better. 

"Asian women are so elegantly beautiful," she said almost nonchalantly, "I must say I've always been jealous." As she said this more inhibitions broke down, and my face flushed with color as she began openly rubbing against me under the table. My attraction must have been utterly obvious, yet still I held the pretense of it just being a friendly chat. 

"Want me to show you the pool on the roof? It's supposed to be closed this time of year but we all have keys to it. You can see the whole city from up there! What do you say?" she blurted out suddenly, breaking the tension that was building as a result of our touching and flirting.

"Sure," I replied, smiling wide. I felt my heart flutter a few beats as she took my small hand in hers, interlocking fingers with me and leading me to the lift. We waited in silence as the floors ticked down, hand in hand. She gave my hand a little squeeze as the doors opened with a *ding*, allowing us entrance.

The atmosphere on the elevator was filled with tension. We were still holding hands, but were completely silent for the first few floors. 

Then it all broke down entirely.

She turned to me suddenly and pushed me against the wall, jamming the stop button on the elevator and putting her arms on either side of my head. She looked me straight in the eyes.

"Please god tell me you want me as bad as I want you right now!" she demanded, aggressively perhaps- but also in an almost desperately pleading manner. 

I stared at her, my heart racing and my brain locking up. I couldn't make a sound, but needed desperately to show her that her advances were appreciated and her feelings reciprocated. I reached out and placed my hands on her sides, slowly bringing them up to her ribs, then around her back. It all came in an explosion after that. I pulled her to me fiercely and kissed her lips. We held the pose for a second or two, broke it off and looked at each other in the eyes, then immediately we began to make out feverishly, hands running all over each others bodies. She slid her hands down to my waist, letting her fingertips slide in underneath my skirt and then around to my lower back. She pulled my body into hers, I could feel my breasts pressed against her, waves of heat washing over me as we passionately shared tongues.

I was too shy and confused to know where to go with this, but I felt her baby-soft palm slide around to my front, rubbing my tummy and then sliding down into my skirt. I nearly fainted when her soft slender fingers pressed against my sex through my panties. She tilted my head back with one hand and kissed and sucked my neck, while the other hand began to rub against the moistening material of my underwear.

I was moaning out softly, it was as though every inch of her body was charged with electricity that shot through me on contact. I felt her fingers slide up to the top of my panty line... then back down, this time on the inside. Her middle finger ran up between my pussy, becoming coated in my juices. I was so wet I worried she would be put off - but it only increased her enthusiasm. She slid a finger into my sopping wet pussy and her thumb began to rub gentile circles over my clit. I knew I must be moaning too loud at this point, but I was too far gone into oblivion to notice or care. Her free hand explored down to my breasts, squeezing them gently and rubbing across my stiffening nipples. I nearly doubled over with ecstasy as her finger curled up against my G-spot. I looked down into her face as she focused her attention on my anxious pussy. We shared an almost dirty-feeling moment where the lust shone through our eyes as she methodically worked her fingers in and out of me, curling them up towards my belly each time to hit that wonderful spot. I pulled her up and brought her in for a kiss as I felt my surprisingly rapid orgasm approaching. Our tongues swirling together, I began to grind into each motion her hand made. I was beyond control and behaving like a slut, moaning and begging her to make me feel good. I bit down on her lip - as gently as I could - when my orgasm hit, screaming through clenched teeth and gripping her busy arm so hard to hold it inside me that it probably lost circulation. A wave of heat washed over me and an incredible tension built up in a matter of seconds inside my soaking wet pussy, then I got that familiar tingling sensation in my toes and released her lips so I could scream out as the built up tension burst apart in a feeling of complete ecstasy. 

When I had finished cumming, the fervor was hardly over. She resumed the elevator ride, bringing her wet fingers up to her lips and sucking them, staring directly into my eyes as she did. She then began kissing me all over, but presently we heard the tell-tale *ding* as the doors opened, revealing the roof top pool. We could barely move forward let alone call it 'walking' as we made our way to a lounging chair, our bodies inseparable.

I threw her down onto it and crawled on top of her, quickly removing my top and unhooking my bra. I was on top of her like a tigress pinning her lover. I let out a husky moan as I kissed her again, then moved up and placed my breast in front of her face, looking down through the hair hanging in front of my face. She anxiously took my nipple into her mouth, her tongue drawing circles around my small areola and making my impossibly hard nipple even more erect. I saw her hand move with desperation between her legs, she began to rub her pussy as she sucked on my tits, one at a time.

I eventually had to pull free from her soft lips and slick tongue, kissing her passionately before sliding off her shirt and helping her remove her bra. Her breasts were incredible. They were a perfect creamy white and held their shape even in the reclined position we were in. I went at them with a vengeance, my hands sliding down and pressing against hers, feeling the motion of her rubbing her clit. I took her nipple between my lips and flicked my tongue against them rapidly, drawing forth moans of pleasure and abandon.

Then I worked my way down, sliding a hand slowly up her thigh, tugging at her panties.She closed her legs and arched her back up to slide them down to her ankles. She kicked off one shoe and slid them off that foot, then ran her hands through my hair and pulled me against her anxiously awaiting pussy.

I breathed in her scent and slid my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, pressing it against her clit and running it around in circles. Her cries became even more audible as I pushed one, then two fingers inside of her and worked her pussy as my tongue continued to pleasure her button. She was so wet I could hear the sound of my fingers squishing in and out of her sex. I paused to look up, seeing her hands playing with her breasts and tugging at her nipples. Her eyes were half-closed and she was biting her bottom lip.

She needed to cum.

I sucked on her clit, curling my fingers up into her body and flicking my tongue back and forth against her. I felt her body begin to tense, and I decided it was time to unleash everything in my repertoire. I gently took her clit between my teeth and began rocking it back and forth, pressing my tongue hard into it at regular intervals. She began to moan louder and louder, practically screaming when I felt her pussy begin to clench around my fingers. Her hands were pulling at my hair so hard it hurt as she lifted her waist to my face. She arched her back again, every muscle tense in her body and not a single breath escaped her lips for a full four seconds - then she screamed out in joy as she climaxed. I eased off with my tongue, slowing it down to lick her hard in rhythm with her shudders as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. I slid my soaking fingers from her pussy and caught as much of the liquid oozing out of her with my tongue as possible.

I then came up and kissed her full on the mouth, our tongues dancing together and sharing her taste. When we had finally caught our breaths, we just looked at each other for a moment, beaming. Then almost as if on cue, we both held our breath for a split second then burst out laughing.

"Wooooow!!" She said. "Where the hell did that come from!? Shit I came so hard!" she exclaimed, laughing and smiling, her face still flushed red from our act of lust.

"Not a clue, baby" I answered "but that was *incredible* I've never been that turned on in my life!"

We smiled at each other trying to make the scene more romantic, but soon dissolved into giggles again. We lay there, basking in the afterglow of sex, looking down at the lights and hearing the sounds of the busy city below us.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked me, still smiling broadly.

"About a week longer" I told her, wishing dearly it was more. "Do you want to meet me again?" I asked shyly, hoping that this wasn't a regular sort of fling for her.

"How about..." she hesitated for a moment, then continued, "How about you forget the hotel room and come back with me for the night?" 

...and so began one of the most incredible relationships of my life, to be continued in further stories.



Carrie! A Fantasy



This is a fantasy about a wonderful lady that I met via Literotica [yes, another one!] Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent [and the guilty -- lol]. It is HARD ANAL all the way through so, if that is not your thing, please DO NOT read this. 

*

I couldn't believe what I was seeing! A message from her internet address. It was Carrie! My heart pounded as I looked at the screen. Almost two years since she sent me that last message. It hadn't been unexpected but it still pained. Goodbye had always been a possibility and I had both asked for her to be honest and, to my eternal regret; I had 'frightened' her off. I had realised that Carrie did not want emotional involvement but I had realised it too late. She feared my feelings for her - feelings that she did not realise would never have compromised her. So it fizzled out after three fantastic meetings until I pressed her and she sent the last email.

Now here was a message from the woman who, unknowingly and certainly unintentionally, had changed my life - for the better it must be said.

I almost could not bear to open it for fear of disappointment but then I wanted desperately to see what it said. These feelings warred within me! Finally I clicked the mouse on the message.

"Darling Mark," she began and my blood pressure raised a notch. "It has been a while. I am sorry I was so abrupt but you know that I thought it was for the best." I had realised that she didn't want to hurt me and felt that a clean break was right way to do that. "I lied a little! There wasn't anyone just then!" That surprised me for Carrie is a very attractive woman and I was sure she must have seen other guys: although many men would be intimidated by her sparkling wit, her intelligence, and her high sex drive [when it was finally given full reign].

"I remember that you said you and Anna were living near Atlanta, Georgia. Well I am coming there next week for a conference." My heart was pumping as I began to realise the significance or her words, particularly as we now lived in Atlanta itself not far from the airport.

"It would be nice to meet again!?"

That was an understatement! She was suggesting and asking. Heck! She was, and is, everything that I ever wanted in a woman so of course it would be nice. It would be bloody wonderful!

I showed the message to Anna and her immediate response was to suggest, yes of course, meet her again. My love is like that! We have a reasonably open relationship and she knew how important Carrie had been and still was to me.

It took me a while to put my response onto paper for, I suppose, I couldn't really believe that she wanted to meet again. Of course, there was no intimation of a return to the scintillating sex we had experienced before but, even so, just to speak to her, take food, be with her - especially with Anna as well - would be wonderful. Finally!

"My darling Carrie, it would be wonderful to see you again so, of course I would love to meet. We actually live in Atlanta now not too far from the airport. When are you coming over and for how long? I am sure we can arrange something."

Her response was almost immediate. I could almost hear her voice as I read the message. "I'm taking the 'red-eye' on Sunday 7th," I smiled to myself. Business Class of course so she could sleep and be ready for conference! "I'm due to fly back on Thursday evening but it's a flexible ticket." That was the message - short and sweet. Was she suggesting, hinting, at staying longer? Leaving it up to me?

How to respond? I talked it over with Anna. She knew, and understood, just how much Carrie had meant to me. Anna also knew that my love for her would not be diminished by Carrie's reappearance - even if there was more than just a meeting! I really needed to speak to her just to get a feel for how she felt so:

"Carrie darling - can I phone you?"

Her immediate reply was, "Yes. Of course."

I quickly checked the time. It was almost 2am in the UK but I knew that Carrie often stayed up very late. My mind wandered back to the call on that emotional Sunday before I first flew to the States and of the major changes which I had made to my life. She had phoned me at 2am, was sympathetic, and listened as I poured my heart out. I phoned immediately!

"Hello," she answered, "Mark?"

"Yes Carrie love, Mark," I said softly. "How are you?"

I could hear the smile in her voice as she answered. "I am fine Mark. It's nice to hear your voice again."

I took a deep breath, trying to make sure I didn't ruin things again. "It was a surprise to hear from you - a nice surprise of course!"

She laughed - oh how I do love her laugh! "I'm sure," she said then continued more seriously, "I thought it would be nice to talk again."

That was something of an understatement! My heart was pumping away as I replied. "Yes, nice. Carrie love, I don't understand!"

"It's just that I'm in Atlanta and you are nearby. We could meet for dinner or something."

I wasn't sure but I knew I had to be bold in this. "I suspect that you'll be busy for the conference so," I hesitated, then, "can you stay on for a while afterwards? We can show you Atlanta!"

There was no hesitation in her response. "Yes, I can," she replied, "'til Sunday. I can fly out on Sunday evening." There seemed to be a question in her voice so my response was made almost holding my breath.

"That's great Carrie. We have a spare bedroom if you would like to stay with us? No expectations."

"That would be nice. I could get to know Anna and, yes, I know. No expectations." So the die was cast! It was strange for I sensed an almost hesitation or uncertainty in her voice that was so unusual from the usually confident manner that she displayed. We made arrangements for us to pick Carrie up from the conference centre then we chatted for a while. It was a bit 'forced' I think, primarily because neither of us was really aware of the 'real' relationship between us now.

We had had three intense meetings where I had taken Carrie in her arse over and over - because she wanted that I hasten to add! I had never met a woman like her, independent [she had never married], highly intelligent, and almost totally submissive in the bedroom. I had fucked her arse deeply in almost every position in the short periods we had spent together. I suppose, because of my situation then, I had fallen a little bit 'in love' with her. She sensed this, I think, and withdrew worried that I might compromise her independence. So, since that last email just over a year and a half ago I had not heard from her. I thought about her a lot. Don't get me wrong - I knew just how independent she was and it was never my intention to jeopardise that in any way. Now to see her again, even if just as a friend, was pretty wonderful. I suppose I was just unsure of how things stood. There had been no hint of sex in our phone conversations although she had mentioned that she had not had any guy friends for a while.

We talked on the phone a couple of times and exchanged emails, just bringing each other up to date with various happenings. I was pleased to hear that her work schedule had diminished somewhat with the successful release of two new products. Perhaps that was why she could take the short break. What I did not know at that time was that Carrie and Anna had been exchanging emails - and making plans!

Carrie phoned when she arrived on Monday morning and we arranged to meet for a quick meal on Tuesday evening. As expected, she would be tied up with business all day and into the evenings as these 'conferences' were very much business oriented. The meal went well. Carrie and Anna hit it off and spent some time teasing me. To be honest, I was somewhat overwhelmed by these two women about whom I felt so strongly. Of course, my feelings for my wife were strong, very strong for she was my life, but running alongside those were my similar, albeit weaker, feelings for Carrie. This left me somewhat tongue tied and confused. Meeting Carrie again was, however, sweet! I remembered later that evening our last meeting and contrasted it with now. I had been back in the UK tying up loose ends and had hired a car to drive up to have dinner with her. She had been reserved, almost cold. I understood later that it was her way of trying to end things. It didn't tarnish my memory of her, however, and I did get the only photo of Carrie that I possess.

Because of time pressure the meal was short and Carrie left to continue working. All through the evening I had found myself noting that she had lost a little weight which seemed to make her even more attractive. Thankfully that had not affected her gorgeous arse which, encased in tight jeans, was as desirable as ever. I did idly wonder whether she had dressed that way on purpose. I mentioned it to Anna that evening and she teased me about Carrie - and got well and truly arse-fucked as a result!

Arrangements were confirmed and we would pick her up on Thursday around 3.

The days seemed to drag on. We didn't hear from Carrie but that was not unexpected; her conferences were always very busy. Thursday did come round at last however! As Anna and I ate lunch she gave me a sexy smile and a Cialis tablet. "You might need this tonight." Little did I know just how much I would need it and why!

I wasn't about to argue knowing she was always pretty horny around this time so I quickly swallowed the pill. I knew she could tell I was nervous and her happy disposition - and her obvious pleasure at finally getting to know Carrie - helped me remain calm.

We arrived at the hotel and I sent a text to Carrie. 5 minutes and she was there. She looked fabulous. Oh I know she is in her mid-40's and thinks she carries a few pounds to many, and that her bum is too big but she is an attractive woman and, for me, her arse is perfect! Her slightly Eurasian appearance, her fabulous waist length black hair, and her shapely figure make her a very attractive, mature woman. For me, her self-confident manner and air of assurance add immensely to that attractiveness. Knowing, as I did, her almost complete change of manner in the bedroom, I was always liable to fall for her.

The journey back to our apartment only took 15 minutes and Anna was soon showing Carrie the spare bedroom and the attached bathroom. Carrie said she would shower and change - 'to wash off the work dust' - before dinner; which I was preparing. 

Again, as I cooked the simple meal, I allowed my mind to wander and imagine being 'with' Carrie again. I had always longed to wake up next to her but that never happened and now, here she was, yards away in the other bedroom! I was not about to push things however, for all sorts of reasons. I suppose I should have suspected something as Anna and Carrie spent most of the time chatting. I couldn't make out what they were saying but could hear the murmur of their conversation. She appeared for dinner dressed in a simple, soft white, chiffon blouse and a short-ish white denim skirt - she took my breath away as her long black hair seemed to flow down her back and direct my eyes to her fulsome bottom. A bottom accentuated by 3 inch heeled 'bedroom slippers'. I am sure she, and Anna come to that, knew exactly what effect she was having on me. An effect accentuated by her open smile as they both joined me in the kitchen. I thought I sensed an air of sexual tension but, again, I didn't want to push things.

We sat and enjoyed the simple meal, conversation flowing easily between Anna and Carrie as Carrie talked about her job and her travels. To be honest, I felt a little awkward for I was very aware of my desire for both women but, of course, especially for Carrie. It had been such a long time and the intensity of our earlier meetings remained with me. I am sure that they both noticed but it didn't affect their conversation.

At the end of the meal we all cleared the table, washed up, and returned to the lounge. Throughout I became intensely aware of Carrie: her perfume, her voice, the occasional touch of bodies. Had I been fully aware I would surely have noticed how my two loves were manipulating the situation to increase both my awareness of, and desire for, Carrie.

It was almost 9 when we finally sat down with an after dinner drink and it wasn't long after that when Carrie stood. She smiled and said, "I think it's time for bed. It's been a long time and I have an awful lot of catching up to do!" Dense, I know, but that didn't really register with me. Then, with a big smile, she glanced at Anna, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Looking to Anna I saw her nod her head with a big smile.

Carrie turned to me. "Come on Mark - bed!" I must have looked shocked for the both laughed.

"It's not often I find him lost for words," Anna said to Carrie as she laughed. "Go on goob," she said, "your presence is required. It's all been arranged! You've got a lot of catching up to do - together!"

Carrie held out her hand to me. I glanced again at Anna and she mouthed 'go'. I looked at Carrie. Her smile was warm and inviting. "It's time to catch up on things," she said, "together. That's right isn't it Anna?"

Anna smiled. "Yes it is," she said with an approving glance in my direction. I turned and kissed Anna on the lips. "I love you," I said softly.

"And I love you. Now GO! Carrie wants you!" I smiled, stood, and took Carrie's hand. She led me into the bedroom and, with a smile, closed the door. I noticed then that the bench that was usually at the end of our bed was now at the base of this one. 

"You two have been planning," I said with a smile and Carrie, smiling, nodded in reply. I was still at something of a loss although it was obvious that we were going to spend the night together. Spend the night together! I took a deep breath realising that Carrie had been watching me closely.

"Well?" she said with a smile.

"Well," I smiled in return crossing the room and enfolding Carrie in my arms. At only 5' 7" [in her heels!] she seemed to fit so well. She rested her head on my shoulder, seeming to enjoy the closeness, and then gazed into my eyes. I bent my head and kissed her. She pulled away slightly as our kiss ended.

"Oh heck! I want you! In my arse!" she murmured breathlessly, "Hard!" I took a deep breath as my cock hardened at the thought of her tight rectum guessing how she would want it the first time. 

I ran my hands over her back and down to her arse, savouring her shape, her curves. Carrie has a wonderful arse. Not a 'bubble butt' but the fulsome bottom of a mature woman. She will tell you it is too big - it isn't. There is not an ounce of anything that her bottom should lose! Now I cupped her cheeks, pulling her gently close in.

We kissed again as her hands ran over my back then, again pulling away slightly as our kiss ended, she began to unbutton my shirt. That was soon done and it disappeared to the floor. At the same time I was doing the same to her blouse which quickly followed my shirt. I bent my head and kissed her shoulders then down to her breasts. Why hadn't I noticed before that she was not wearing a bra!? Carrie will again tell you her tits are too small. Well, for me anyway, they are perfect. I am an 'arse' man but I like smaller breasts with larger nipples - just like Carrie's. So now I 'attacked' them! Soft moans crept from Carrie's lips as I sucked first one nipple, then the other. At the same time both hands squeezed and caressed the cheeks of her arse.

"I missed you Mark," she whispered quietly. That surprised me.

"And I missed you," I responded, leaving her nipples for a moment. I had found the catch and zip to her skirt so unclipped and unzipped then, with hands on her hips, slid it down noticing, as I did, the absence of any more clothing! Carrie stepped out of her skirt then, with a big smile, knelt at my feet. I was wearing 'lounge shorts' which weren't doing a very good job of hiding my pretty full erection - something which seemed to amuse Carrie as she pulled them down 'capturing' my cock as she did so!

"Mmmm," she murmured, "just a big as I remember it." Then she added, beginning to play the game, "It might be too big!"

I smiled, "It fit before," I said with mock sternness, "a bit tight but it will go! Use your mouth to get it really big and hard!" Her hand gripped my cock at the base and began to masturbate me as her other cupped my balls, caressing gently. Her eyes gazed up into mine as she bent her head slightly and licked the tip of my cock before sucking the head inside.

"Oh fuck Carrie," I moaned as she gently sucked and washed my cock, continuing to stroke the base. There is nothing much better than having a woman kneeling at your feet sucking your cock - particularly a woman as attractive and willing as Carrie. And one as practised in fellatio! I took her head in my hands and began to, slowly at first, fuck her mouth. The 'transfer of power' was taking place as she became more submissive.

"Suck Carrie - get it nice and hard for your arse. You know how you like it." She sucked hard and her tongue worked overtime. I couldn't take too much so, after a while of pleasant enjoyment I stopped her.

"You want me in your arse?" I asked quietly.

Carrie stood. "Yes," she replied fixing my eyes with hers. "No lube." I raised my eyebrows questioningly. She smiled, "I got ready," and then she added softly, "no prep Mark. I want your cock to be the first thing in there!"

I looked pained then smiled. "No tongue?"

Carrie smiled sexily. "Well, yes. Tongue is OK - but no fingers," she added with mock severity.

"Sure?" I didn't want to hurt her. I was well aware of how important 'prep' is in relation to anal sex.

"Sure," she said. Carrie is experienced in anal sex so she knew exactly what she wanted. "I want to 'feel' every little bit!" she whispered softly. I reached down and lifted her, taking her into my arms and enjoying the soft warmth of her skin next to mine.

"I refuse to fuck that gorgeous arse of yours," I said with a smile, "unless I get to 'play' first!"

Carrie giggled. "Play?"

"To stroke, caress, and kiss your gorgeous cheeks . . " 

"It's too big," she interrupted with a coy look.

I laughed. "No - You know it is just right for me -just right for fucking," I said, "licking, and kissing. Not too big for my tongue!" Carrie took a deep breath for, as this interchange took place, my hands continued to caress her arse cheeks, my fingers floating between and teasing her anus. No penetration however, for I knew she meant my cock to breach her anus first [after my tongue of course!].

"Yes!" she whispered softly, "your tongue - then your cock!" she added with a wicked smile.

"Chaise!" I said, my hands pulling her arse cheeks tightly to me so that my erection pressed into her body. "Minx! Kneel. Bottoms up ready to be fucked. Ready to take this," I pushed my cock into her, "in your arse!"

I released her and she turned towards the bed then looked back over her shoulder. "You know it will be too big!" she said - but she didn't stop. Reaching the chaise, positioned at the end of the bed for just this purpose, she knelt. Carrie knew the position. Head down, bottom thrust back, legs about 15" apart and back dipped. She was an arse man's dream! My cock twitched, almost with a will of its own, as I contemplated her there and what the next minutes would bring. I just hoped I could hold on long enough for her real pleasure because she would be tight. Tight and extremely provocative for Carrie liked to be 'taken' in her arse: almost forced even, to accept the full 7 inches of my wide cock deep in her rectum. I knew she enjoyed the discomfort, pain even, of her first sodomy and would protest volubly but never actually tell me to stop. There was something intensely exciting about fucking Carrie in her arse; a sense of power, of control. Dangerous for all sorts of reasons but exciting nevertheless.




Carrie! A Fantasy



Wriggling her arse into a comfortable position, she looked back at me. "Well?"

I smiled and crossed to her. She was magnificent. In this position her cheeks naturally parted and I could see the tiny star of her anus glistening slightly from the small amount of lube I guessed she had applied earlier. Below was the tempting heaven of her cunt, clearly wet now as she became aroused. I would explore that avenue of pleasure later - not that much, for Carrie prefers a cock in her arse!

Kneeling behind her, I began my caress. I started stroking the cheeks of her arse with my whole hand, running right down to the back of her thighs. Up and down, up and down, spreading them and exposing her tight anus even more.

"Oh fuck Mark, love. DO SOMETHING!" 

So I bent my head and licked from the back of her cunt and up over her perineum to her arsehole. There my tongue stayed as I enjoyed the faint taste of cherry flavoured lube that told me she was ready. I licked up and down, dragging my tongue over her anus and coating the whole area with saliva. I didn't want to probe her sphincter for I knew that she wanted my cock to be the first thing there - at least this time. Carrie was moaning softly and pushing her arse back onto my face, obviously enjoying my passing attention to her nether region. 

Finally I knew it was time. My cock was hard, very hard, so I stood and, placing it's length along the valley between her fulsome arse cheeks, leaned forward over her body. "Now?" I whispered quietly.

"Oh god! It's too big! I know it's too big! You'll break me in half!"

"No Carrie love, I won't." This was part of her game so I played along. "You took it all before," I whispered confidentially, "over and over again so you ARE going to take it now. Every inch!"

"I can't! Please!" Carrie never said 'No' just comments like this. It was part of her 'pretended' reluctance so now I just ignored her and stood. I placed the tip of my cock at her tiny rosebud.

"Oh god! It's sooooo big!" Pushing gently, my hands gripped her hips and held her still. It seemed impossible that my cock, almost 3 inches in diameter, could enter her tight rear paradise but, as she let out a loud gasp, her anus relaxed and my cockhead slipped inside.

"FUCK!" was about all I could manage as her sphincter gripped my erection just below the head. She was tight - almost impossibly tight - and hot. It was the entrance to paradise!

"Too big!" Carrie cried, "you're breaking me in half! Owwww. Oh god!" This continued as I remained still.

After a few moments, just to let her get a little used to something going in rather than out, I pushed another 2 inches into her rectum. "Oh please! It hurts - really hurts. Please . . . Don't . . . Stop!"

I couldn't look down now for I knew, if I did, it would be too much. To see my cock buried 3 inches in the arse of this wonderful woman would send me over the top. I wanted to come in her arse - and I knew she wanted me to - but I wanted to fuck her arse properly and shoot my cum deep in her body. So I focussed on her shoulders and neck as I remained still again.

I caressed her arse cheeks then, holding her hips again, gave her another inch. Carrie groaned and continued to moan her various comments about size and pain. I wasn't holding her so tight that she couldn't pull away if she wanted to so I knew everything was OK. Important now to ease the pressure on her sphincter muscle so I pulled back, almost out, and then started to slowly fuck her arse with half my cock.

It was easier now as the lube she obviously used earlier mixed with the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from my cock. Her rectum was hot, hot and tight with her elastic anus gripping hard as I slid gently back and forth. Carrie was quiet so I leaned forward and whispered, "You want it all Carrie? All my cock in your arse?"

"It's sooo big! Too big. It hurts. You're breaking me in half. Oooooohhhh!" I was still fucking her slowly but now pushed a little deeper, feeding another inch of cock into her. This is the widest part, almost 2 inches, and a series of gasps erupted from Carrie's lips. I didn't stop, however, just continued to slide in and out.

"Well?" I whispered.

"So big!" she muttered. "Oh god! Yessss!" Her whole body shuddered. Her rectum rippled, seeming to try to milk my cock as her anus gripped like a vice. I was still, absolutely still, trying to control my own orgasm. Carrie groaned my name over and over together with a breathless, "Yes, yes, yes!" 

Her high lasted a couple of minutes before she relaxed again. My crisis had passed and I had gained my second wind as it were. Carrie still had not taken all my cock, another two inches remained, so I leaned forward again. "Do you want it all Carrie love. All 7 inches buried in your arse?"

"It's so BIG! Oh god! Yes. Yes, all of it. Like before."

"Tell me Carrie. Tell me what you want!"

"I want you. You inside my arse. All of you in my arse. Oh god!" I fed her the rest. "Ooooooooh! Too big! OH MY GOD! YES! Fuck me!"

I took a series of deep breaths as my thighs met the cheeks of her arse. I was still again, holding my cock inside her. I could feel the fluttering movement of her rectal walls getting used to the invasion. Judging now so that her second anal orgasm coincided with mine was important. I was sure the heat of my cum and my pulsing cock would take her to a new high - and I wanted that for her.

I began slowly, withdrawing almost all of my cock then filling her again deeply. My hands held her hips and controlled her backward movement. After some time doing this I teased her arsehole with just my cockhead, occasionally driving hard and deep. Each time she gasped as my thighs slapped her arse. I fucked her like this for almost 10 Minutes [which, incidentally, I thought was a superhuman feat with such a receptive arse!] then, as I felt Carrie begin to moan more loudly, I let my own orgasm loose.

Now I drove into her. Long, deep, and hard thrusts, pulling her arse onto my cock. She screamed into the pillow, gripping the sheet tightly. Her arsehole contracted tightly just as I was buried deep. It was enough! That familiar feeling: scrotum tight, balls up inside, and spunk shooting out of a pulsing cock!

I shot four solid pulses of cum into her bowels. Each was accompanied by a gasp from me and a low groan from Carrie. Her whole body shuddered and her rectum gripped my erection as if never wanting to let it go. I held her arse tight to my thighs through our pleasure then, as we both began to wane, let Carrie fall forward onto the bed. My legs had gone with the intensity of my orgasm - almost as intense as with my beloved Anna - so I fell to the bed beside her.

Her head faced me. She was smiling. "Oh you bugger! I have missed that. You broke me in . . "

"Half?" I laughed breathlessly.

"No," she laughed back, "just broke me in for the rest of my stay!"

We lay there together for a while then Carrie sat up. "I need to clean up!" she said with a smile.

"Now why could that be?" I laughed.

"Because YOU filled my arse with cum - and it is running out!" 

I sat up too, pulled her to me, and kissed her passionately. "Was it good Carrie love?"

She smiled at my uncertainty. "Mmm, yes. It's what I wanted Mark," she giggled, "your cum in my arse!" Well! "Now let me go!" she laughed.

"I want you again," I said quietly, "and again!"

"I know. We've got a lot of time to make up!" she said with a wicked smile and left for the bathroom. I gave her a few minutes then knocked.

"OK," she said and I joined her and cleaned up. She watched as I did so then dried my cock and began a sensual massage. Well the Cialis was working and I began to harden again.

"Mmm, nice!"

"Fuck Carrie, you are something else!" She led me back into the bedroom by my cock then playfully pushed me back on the bed. 

"Lay back while I really explore you for a change!" I did! She knelt beside me smiling, her hands caressing cock and balls. "I forgot how nice this is," she said with a smile and began to stroke harder. My erection was returning now as her other hand caressed my balls, fingers sliding down occasionally to tease my anus.

I was in heaven looking up at this sensuous woman almost 'playing' me like a musical instrument. Pretty soon I was hard again and Carrie was smiling down at me. "Again?"

"Oh Carrie love - as often as I can!"

"I know," she said then added passionately, "I want you again too, and again, and again."

I reached up and pulled her to me. "You know I love you Carrie," I said softly.

"Oh Mark! No, you can't. You don't." I knew this was dangerous but now the passion of our first orgasms had passed it was important to set things in their place and that meant explaining my feelings to her.

"I know you don't want to hear that Carrie love but it is true. I loved you from the end of that phone call you made after our first meeting."

"But you love Anna don't you?" she asked quizzically.

"Yes," I replied, "with all my heart."

"Then how . . . .?"

I smiled wryly. "Oh Carrie love - it is possible to love more than one person. We love our parents, our siblings, etc. We have a vast capacity for love."

"That's different. That's a family thing, not sex, romance."

"So? Why isn't it possible? I know that I feel for you almost what I feel for Anna! Here, now, with you in my arms I'm even more certain."

She turned away. "Oh Mark, Mark, I can't!"

"Doesn't matter'" I said with a sad smile. "What you feel doesn't alter how I feel about you." I reached for her, pulled her close and kissed her. "I would like to know why though?" I asked with my most innocent expression. It didn't lighten the mood however for her eyes, full of sadness, met mine.

"I can't," she said softly. I raised my eyebrows. "Too dangerous! Oh Mark! I like you - oh bloody hell I like you! It's just . . . I can't, mustn't let myself." She was almost in tears now and I held her close.

"Why?" I whispered softly.

"It hurts to leave," she whispered in reply.

I moved her away and now held her eyes with mine. "Yes Carrie it does - it hurts like hell!" She looked away, remembering, I think, her 'goodbye' email. "But, Carrie love, that's what it's all about isn't it. As the song says 'Love hurts'. It's the price we pay for the fantastic highs of love."

"I . . . My job. You know. I told you." she whispered.

I smiled, "What has that got to do with anything? I know that. I know that you don't have room in your life for a 'regular' relationship. That doesn't stop me loving you. You can't know how I feel just now with you in my arms, your body next to mine, and making love. And you will leave. I know that and it doesn't change the 'now'. I will be sad when you leave but I will be happy you stayed. I will have the memory of that on top of the memory of our first meetings. And I will love you."

Tears welled in her eyes and I pulled her close. "Let it happen Carrie, just let it happen! The joy will be worth the pain!" I felt her heart beating then, close to mine as my feelings for welled into a crescendo. I held her tightly to me as I felt her body shudder with emotion.

Slowly we both calmed then moved apart. Carrie fixed me with her eyes. "You are a dangerous man," she said with a wry smile. I looked back with my most innocent expression. "Stop that!" she laughed then continued more seriously, "I suppose I must have known, or suspected at least, before. That's why I backed off."

"I realised that I was becoming too, I don't know, threatening but I would never have compromised you." I smiled, "I loved you!"

"And I am here now," she said softly, "and . . . I think I more than 'like you'," she added softly.

I smiled. "That does it for me! Come woman - let's fuck!" I said lightening the mood as I pulled her close. 

Carrie looked shocked then she giggled. "You are incorrigible!"

"And you are a minx!" Her giggle, as it always does, began to raise my erection which had dissipated during our intense discussion. Carrie noticed of course.

"I suppose you want to fuck my arse again?" she said with a smile, "with this big thing!" Well, I'm not that big but Carrie liked to play!

"Yes - after you suck it nice and hard. You want it nice and hard for your arse - don't you?"

"It's very big. Will it fit?" she asked coyly.

I laughed. "It fit an hour ago," I said, "I'm sure it will fit again!"

"Mmmm," Carrie murmured as she moved down the bed, bent her head, and took me into her mouth!

"Oh fuck!" was about all I managed as her tongue danced over my cockhead, probing the tiny pee hole. One hand stroked whilst the other fondled balls, perineum, and arsehole. I was very quickly as hard as a rock.

"Mmmm, that's nice," she said lifting her head but continuing to masturbate my cock. "How do you want me?" she asked archly.

"Standing," I said with a big smile. "We didn't get round to that!"

"No - we didn't!"

"There," I indicated the dresser with the mirror. "Put your slippers on," they were about 3 inch heels, "rest your arms on it and stick your arse out!" It is a long chest high dresser with an enormous mirror.

"It will be too big like this," she said quietly as she took the position and looked back over her shoulder. It was part of the game. I would take her arse and she knew it!

Lube in hand I moved to her, putting my cock between her cheeks as I leaned forward. "You want it Carrie don't you?" 

A sobbed, "Yes," escaped her lips, "but it will hurt!"

"Yes Carrie love, it will and you will enjoy it. Enjoy my big cock reaming your tight arse." She gasped as my lube coated fingers found her arsehole and pushed inside. I added more lube as I fucked her then coated my cock. I moved back close, erection sliding slowly up and down the valley between her cheeks and whispered, "You want it Carrie, don't you? My cock fucking you deep in your arse!"

"Oh god! It's so big. I can't . . . Don't! Please. Yessss!" she sobbed finally.

Gripping my erection I directed the head to her anus and pushed into her.

"Ooooohhh! So big! I can't . . . Oh Mark! Aaarrrggghh!" I was pushing into her deeper. She was tight. The hot and velvety clasp of her rectum was unbelievable and I had to contain my desire to drive deep into her. I was half into her gorgeous arse by now so I started to fuck her. Slowly at first and only with half my cock.

"You like that Carrie darling," she seemed to nod. "Look in the mirror Carrie. Look into my eyes as I fuck your tight arse!" Our eyes met in the mirror and she smiled. Then I felt her rectum and anus grip even tighter.

"It's so big," she groaned still looking into my eyes. "You're breaking me in half! Oh please . . . don't . . . Stop . . . Please!" It was like that! I knew that Carrie didn't want me to stop so she was indefinite.

I smiled at her in the mirror. "You want it Carrie love don't you? Want the rest? Well Carrie, you are getting it!" I held her hips tightly and thrust the rest of my cock into her tight arse.

I watched her eyes in the mirror grow suddenly wide and her mouth open to let out a loud gasp. "All Carrie, you have it all: 7 inches of my cock in your arse!" She seemed almost incoherent as I remained still, buried deep inside her. She muttered continuously, "It hurts! It's too big! I can't! It's too deep!" I ignored her protests and, still holding her hips, began to fuck her arse slowly. Almost all out then back, glorying in the velvet grip of her rectum.

I could see her face in the mirror reflecting every deep thrust -- and the minute smile that played across her lips! Pretty soon I didn't have to hold her hips. Carrie loves being fucked in her arse and now she was really enjoying it, pushing back into me as I thrust into her.

Suddenly I could see the passion in her eyes. She shuddered. Her whole body convulsed and my cock was gripped even more tightly in the heaven of her back door. A long drawn out groan escaped her lips as her head rested down on the dresser. I fucked her arse through her orgasm until she raised her head and smiled.

"You are a devil!" she said softly and with, I thought, more feeling. I stopped fucking her then. "Oh no! Don't stop. I like looking in your eyes. Do it some more!" I did! Slow, fast, hard, deep, and teasing her sphincter. All the while seeing every sensation in her eyes and enjoying each moment. Fucking a woman's arse like this is an unbelievable experience. Carrie is an artist! I was in heaven! "Carrie love, I'm sorry. I can't cum again just yet."

She smiled, "I know. Doesn't matter. I just love the feeling of your cock in here!" She thrust her arse back into me to emphasize the point. "Don't stop!" I didn't and reached around, fondling her breasts. She smiled and, as I pushed into her, she pushed back. We established a rhythm and she began to succumb to her feelings. Soon another orgasm arrived and I revelled in both the look on her face and the feelings her body generated on mine.

This time her orgasm lasted longer, seemed more intense, and left her limp. I was still hard so I stayed in her. Carrie didn't demur as I lifted her body and walked her over to the bed, my cock still in her arse. There she fell forward, face down, half on, half off the bed. I had slipped out of her arse but was still hard [thanks be to Cialis!].

I knelt, my cock sliding between her cheeks and whispered, "More?"

"Oh yes Mark! Yes!" She looked back over her shoulder. "Fill my arse again devil," she said with a big smile. I reached for the lube and squeezed some more onto both her anus and my cock then pointed my cock back to her arsehole. This time I didn't hold back, filling her velvet and heavenly arse with 7 inches in one thrust.

Carrie screamed softly and again began her litany of apparent discomfort which I ignored. In this position I could control things and, knowing I would not cum, began to change depth, strength, and direction. Carrie moaned softly, groaning a soft, "Yessssss!" as my cock played her body like a musical instrument.

Her arse, looser now, was still tight, smooth and slippery with lube. She was gripping and releasing my cock as I fucked her. I teased her sphincter, enjoying the sight of the muscle flexing around my cockhead. The pleasure was extreme as I sensed her orgasm approaching so I thrust deep so Carrie could feel the whole size of me inside her.

"Oh Mark! Yes! Yes! Yes! Make me cum!" I did. She shuddered again. Her rectum and anus gripped tightly as her body revelled in its explosion of pleasure. I just fucked her gently trying, through my body motion, to express my feelings for her. For this wonderful woman who was the catalyst which changed my life.

As Carrie's body relaxed I slipped my cock from her arse then eased her gently onto the bed. I moved beside her, head on hand and looked down at her. "Wow!" she said smiling up at me.

I laughed, "Wow yourself!" I said.

"Come here!" She reached up and pulled me down, her lips meeting mine in a soft, loving kiss.

"Oh heck Carrie. Heck! I love you!"

She stroked my cheek tenderly. "I know!" It didn't seem to be something she wanted to dwell on just then but I did detect tons of emotion running across her features. "Hold me!" I did and we settled into that usual position. She felt so good on my arm. I just wished Anna was on the other! Little did I know how these two wonderful women had planned things!

We lay like this for a while before Carrie shifted and said, "I need to . . . you know!" I smiled as she went to the bathroom then followed a few minutes later. "Shall we shower?" she asked.

"Sounds good." So we did. No playing, just washing this time. "I want to do this 'properly' you know," I said as we dried each other.

"I know - and I want you to! Mark?" she continued, "I want you again you know!" I held her close hoping that I could manage another round. "We have a lot of ground to make up!"




Carrie! A Fantasy



Although I was used to the 'heavy' demands of these lovely women in their 40's I was not sure whether I could manage again but was perfectly willing to try. I knew Carrie was open to almost any position so I leaned over and whispered, "Your arse again . . ." She nodded a 'Yes'. ". . . Face down?"

"Mmmm! You are a naughty man - and you know it will be much too big like that!"

I smiled in response, running my hands over her arse, "You will Carrie love! All 7 inches! You might even get another load of cum!"

"Now that would be nice!"

I held her close and, for a few minutes, we just caressed each other. Back in the bedroom she pushed me back on the bed playfully, knelt at my side, and began to work on my cock and balls. Soft at first I slowly began to react to her ministrations.

"Mmm," she said meeting my eyes, "Seems like there is life in the old dog yet!"

I laughed. "Carrie love, I think you could raise me from the grave!"

She pouted! Have you any idea how bloody sexy this is when a lovely woman her age does this. "I hope I won't have to do that for a long time! This is very promising though!" she added with a laugh.

"I want to suck your pussy this time Carrie - and fuck it - before your arse!"

"Pussy, pussy, pussy! You guys! My arse is much tighter!"

"I know, and I am going to fuck you there. I just want to suck and fuck your pussy!"

"Oh well," she huffed playfully coy; "I suppose I'll have to let you!"

With that I reached up for her and we rolled playfully around the bed for a while ending with my cock in her mouth! "Swing round and over," I said, "let me get at you!"

Without demur she moved atop me in a 69 position. I explored her cunt with my tongue, sucking the lips, and probing deep. I found her clit and sucked that before moving across her perineum to her, now much looser, arsehole. Carrie groaned softly as my tongue probed her tender sphincter then loudly as I pushed inside and tasted the wall of her rectum. Her mouth left my cock as she enjoyed the tender attention to her already much used arsehole. In heaven, and urged on by her soft mewling's of pleasure, I continued licking and probing for some while before moving back to her pussy to remind her that it was my next port of call!

Well - Carrie now took matters into her own hands as she turned and moved to straddle my thighs. Smiling down at - and gripping my now fully erect cock - she said, "I ride. You taught me how nice this can be!" She lowered her body onto my erection, sliding right down in one movement. Her cunt was almost as heavenly as her arse!

"Shit! Carrie! Give a guy some warning!" She laughed and, leaning forward, kissed me. I love Carrie's arse almost as much as Anna's but her vagina is pretty tight too. Such a different feeling from the clenching grip of anus and rectum, her pussy was gentler, softer, wetter, and only warm. She rocked back and forth on my erection interposed with a spate of bouncing up and down. I was being ridden! This was fun but now I wanted her tight arse again!

I reached up and pulled her lips to mine. "I want your arse Carrie," I said softly. Ride me with my cock in your arse!"

She looked shocked [not that I thought for one moment she was shocked!]. "I can't . . . I haven't since . . . It's too big like that!"

"Do as you are told Carrie! Your arse is MINE!" Her eyes widened in surprise. "It will get you ready to take it face down! Now - reach down and lube my cock then put it in your arse." I handed her the lube. She dutifully squeezed some out some, lifted her body up and stroked it onto my cock then, after wiping her hands, guided the slippery muscle towards her, not so tight, arsehole.

"Look into my eyes Carrie as you take me inside you: as you feel my cock stretching you." She made a whimpering sound as she let her weight slowly take her onto my rock hard erection. The feelings this engendered were amazing. I could see the effect of my cock in her eyes. The conflict between discomfort and pleasure was plain to see. "Is it too big Carrie love? Do you like sitting on 7 inches of fat cock?"

She shivered and her arse gripped even tighter as a low moan escaped her lips. "Big! So big! It hurts! Oh god!" I began to move my hips under her. 

"Fuck me with your arse Carrie! Take it all over and over!" She began to move up and down - just a little at first then more and more until, with her head thrown back, she was fucking my cock with the whole length of her rectum. After a while of this, interposed with some rocking motions, she let out a loud moan. Her body convulsed around my cock, squeezing hard.

Carrie fell forward onto me, my cock slipping from her arse. "Face down now Carrie," I whispered as I lifted her sideways. Her head was facing me.

"I can't! It's too much! No more, please!" This was new! Different language. Did she want me to stop? I had been in her arse for an age tonight and she had had nothing there for a while. Was it too much?

"You want it Carrie, don't you? You love a cock in your tight arsehole filling you, stretching you, breaking you in half?"

"It's so big! I can't like this!" she said, her eyes fixing mine. I thought I read desire there, and then I was certain as the ghost of a smile crossed her lips.

"You will Carrie! You will take it all like this, deep inside." I moved over her, straddling her thighs as I pressed her legs together. "Reach back and open your arsehole for me Carrie."

"I can't like this!"

I leaned forward, my cock nestling in between her cheeks, and said sternly, "Do as you are told Carrie because you ARE going to take my cock in your arse like this - because you want to!" Her arms moved as I lifted my body and both hands gripped an arse cheek and pulled them apart. Her anus, fully on show, was red and much looser but still so, so desirable. I reached for the lube and poured some right onto her abused ring and watched it trickle inside. Then more on my cock - I really did not want to hurt her, nor make her unable to enjoy more anal later [if she wanted too, that is].

Nicely lubed, I bent my cock forward directing the head at the beckoning muscle of her anus. She gasped as it slipped easily inside: then groaned out loud as I leaned forward and pushed in 3 more inches. It was exquisite! This is how I love to fuck a woman's arse. I watched as her sphincter slid along my erection, gripping tightly, as Carrie groaned her litany of apparent discomfort. She did not, however, tell me to stop nor did she pull away. I was fucking her slowly, a little deeper each time until finally I leaned right forward taking my weight on my arms. This allowed me to drive downwards into Carrie's wonderful arse. I did! I knew I would cum inside her like this but, with one earlier, it would take a while. I continued to enjoy this wonderful woman, fucking her arse like this. My thighs slapped her cheeks and she finally let go and clamped tightly.

"Well Carrie," I whispered wanting the final release, "do you like me fucking your arse like this?"

"It feels so big. So full!"

"Tell me Carrie, tell me what you want."

She took a deep breath as her anus and rectum gripped tightly. Her body shuddered. "Oh fuck me Mark love! Fuck my arse hard!" I was pounding down into her, almost all out then back. Deep and hard. "Yes, yes, yes yes, YESSSSSS! Cum in me! Please! I want your cum again. Fill my arse with your spunk!" It was enough!

"CARRIE!" I shouted as my body exploded with pleasure, my cock pulsing in her willing backside. A lot less this time but the pulsing, the swelling, and the heat of my cum must have sent her over the top again. Her body shuddered. Her anus and rectum gripped. She screamed my name softly. Finally my shrinking cock remained in the vicelike grip of her rectum and anus - almost as if she didn't want me to leave - as her body shivered over and over again.

Then it was over! I rolled to her side and our eyes met. "I love you!" I said with a smile. Carrie smiled back. It was all I needed. We had to clean up then to bed where she went to sleep in my arms - just as I had imagined. And she was here for two more days and nights!

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Carrie and John Pt. 01



Ever since John had joined the gym he had noticed Carrie. Quite simply, she was stunning. He had instantly been hooked by her long blond hair, perfect face with piercingly blue eyes and a body which was toned to perfection. He could hardly keep his eyes off her when she was working out. She was the perfect balance of fitness with toned arms and legs and an impressive six-pack with full but not oversized breasts and a very pert backside coupled with a pretty and feminine poise. It was all John could do to not go hard whenever in her presence. Each time he saw her she seemed to make a point of exchanging a casual greeting with him or flashing him a smile which made his heart beat faster. It was not long before his dreams were filled with Carrie and he was spending far too much time masturbating and fantasising about being with her. The thing was, John was really quite ordinary. He was lightly toned but had never had the drive to really get fit. The gym was more the place to spot girls and chat with his friends; a place to detox after the stress of work. 

Since leaving school he had not had much luck with women. They all wanted him to take charge and John really didn't want to. If he had not found the female form so stimulating he might have wondered if he was actually gay. He had never admitted it to anyone, but actually he really wanted a woman who would take charge, especially in the bedroom. 

From time to time he went on bondage websites where men were tied up by female doms who then mistreated them or tantalized the men into submission. He had persuaded his last girlfriend to tie him to the bedposts and masturbate him until he came. Unfortunately John was so excited by the thought of being tied up, he had cum almost immediately and that had been the end of the evening. His girlfriend had not looked impressed and left him soon afterwards. It seemed impossible to John that his particular fetish would ever be satisfied, so he had spent most of his sexual life tying himself to things, only to feel disappointed and somewhat ashamed post orgasm. 

So catching glimpses of Carrie in all her perfection and carrying those mental images home to turn into fantasy seemed to be about the nearest he dreamed he'd ever come to real satisfaction. It was therefore a complete surprise to him when Carrie, in one of her brief exchanges with him, had suggested that they might go running together one evening. Unlike before, she had waited just long enough after speaking for John to come to his senses and make a response. "I would love that," he had replied, hoping he had not looked either too shocked or too keen.

"How about Friday evening," she had replied, "6:30 in the beach car park?" Without thinking John accepted. He had not thought of the agonising wait that lay before him as it was only Wednesday when they spoke. For the following two days his mind reeled over what to wear, what to say to her, how to behave and whether she would enjoy his company after all. 

Carrie had been observing John for a couple of months before she asked him to go running with her. She had first noticed the puppy dog look which came over him every time she spoke to him or even entered the same room. She was naturally cautious so wanted to really check John out before speaking to him. After all, he could be a psychopath, a stalker or just plain simple, the way he behaved towards her. Carrie was well connected so she had checked out his background: job, college education, friendship group etc. She had been strangely pleased to see that John had no living close relatives and that the property he lived in was rented from his employer. His job was in computer programming but, despite being a good employee, he lacked the confidence to push for advancement or an increase in pay. So he was intelligent but shy. What she really longed to know was whether this made him a submissive because that is what she really longed for; a man who would do whatever she asked and who would give up anything to be with her. 

Carrie was only 22, the same age as John, but she was already one of the wealthiest women in the world on account of having inherited her father's business empire when both her parents were killed in a plane crash, just before her eighteenth birthday. The pharmaceutical and technology empire was skilfully run by a team of business people her father had assembled around him as the empire grew. They allowed Carrie to take an interest, even to take over decisions, but they were equally happy for her to sit back and count the profits. 

On her eighteenth birthday Carrie was awoken to be told by the servants that a powerfully built older woman waiting for her in the living room. She had dressed quickly and gone to greet the mysterious visitor who had responded by handing Carrie a letter, written in her mother's hand. Carrie was taken aback by the letter which she had read several times before she felt she could speak to her mysterious guest; a guest who turned out to be a Mistress of the strictest kind and who had been commissioned by her mother to take over Carrie's 'sexual education' and to prepare her for the 'harsh world' of business. For the next two years Carrie lost her freedom completely. There and then the mysterious visitor had ordered her to undress and after a struggle, she had reluctantly obeyed. The woman had then handcuffed Carrie and shackled her ankles before leading her to a deep basement section the girl had never known existed underneath her parent's luxury mansion. During the following two years Carrie experienced no freedom at all. She was tortured daily and made to perform all sorts of perverted sexual acts on both men and women. 

On her twentieth birthday she had been told that her education was complete. "You have been completely dominated throughout the last two years," her Mistress had told her. "In that time you have been forced to submit, but in so doing you have proved to me that you truly are a Dom. Your mother knew you would be and it was her clear wish that you use some of your resources and facilities to take a man or woman and to extract from them every ounce of pleasure that you can. The only warning I will give you is this, you must learn to love your sub. Love them so much that you teach them to love pain and humiliation as much as you will love giving it. Hurt them completely, but never harm them. Make them your pet, but be a good pet owner!"

Carrie had been overwhelmed by the thought of freedom as her chains were removed and she was finally offered clothing to wear. Although she had fought every step of the way through her domination, often receiving far more pain as a result, she had grown to love her Mistress. "How can I do it without you?" she had asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"You will, it is in you," replied her Mistress. But remember that everything you do to your sub is born of love and care, not hate. If you use hate, you will destroy. I will come and see you once a month. In our meetings you will spend the night as my sub. I will give you time to ask me anything you wish to know. I will not leave you to be alone. When you feel ready, find a man or woman to please you. Pick them carefully and study them before you approach them. If you choose well, they will be your to won and keep for the rest of time."

At this, the Mistress had left and Carrie had spent the next few months reacquainting herself with life outside of the basement and with the business. She had then joined the gym, despite having all the facilities she needed at home. She knew that part of her domination would be to enforce fitness and physical perfection on to her submissive. It was during these months that she also decided it would be a man who she would take out of the world and bring into her control. 

During the two years since gaining her freedom she had met several men through different means. Two she found on fetish websites, men who claimed they wanted to be completely dominated. Both had turned out to be failures, simply because they wanted to fit their fetish into their regular working lives. This was not good enough for Carrie, she wanted everything, every second of their lives for herself. The others had been men she met at the gym or in other locations who she had convinced herself were submissive. None of them had been! In fact two of these men had tried to take her to bed on only the second date, and in not at all a submissive capacity. These experiences had led Carrie to be much more circumspect. She knew she wanted a long time partner, if that was the right word, and so she could afford to wait. On her monthly meetings with her Mistress, where once again she was the slave, Carrie was able to voice her doubts and to be encouraged and corrected in turn. Patience was the key.

It was all this which had brought her to John who, despite being very average in his fitness, had the air of a man who wanted to be taken charge of. He was also pretty cute with lovely eyes, she had thought. More importantly, he also appeared to almost swoon at the sight of her and she knew that could easily be the hook into devotion and complete submission she needed. It made her smile to think that John could barely control himself physically when she spoke to him. She also felt powerful at the thought that he saw her as a beautiful fit girl with no idea of her background or the plans she had for him, if he turned out to be the one. 

John had never felt so nervous as when he arrived in the beach car park a few minutes early and stood around waiting for Carrie to appear. He had bought a whole new outfit for running. Shiny Under Armour compression shorts covered by red Nike running shorts. On top he wore a shiny Under Armour compression shirt with short sleeves and Nike trainers on his feet. He had to admit the whole outfit made him feel quite turned on. John had discovered, in his experiments with bondage, that he really loved sportswear and manmade fibres. He had even cut out the built in briefs from a number of running and football shorts so that he could feel the smooth outer material against his butt and genitals. What concerned him now, however, was whether5 Carrie would notice him physically. She was so perfectly toned and beautiful, way out of his league that he was sure she was just being kind to him by offering to go for a run. 

After five minutes Carrie jogged into the car park. She was as stunning as ever with mint green Nike Pro Combat shorts, matching trainers and a dark green Nike running crop top. Her hair was tightly tied back into a long pony tail and she flashed him a beautiful and disarming smile as she came to a halt. John almost felt faint. "If we run along the beach front, we can stop for a break at my beach house," Carrie suggested, "it's only about 5 miles away."

"I'll do my best," said John, not wanting to make a false impression from the start," but I don't normally run that far."

"Try and do it for me," she replied with a twinkle in her eye which John picked up on straight away. "I make the meanest smoothies on the beach," she added as if to tempt him further. 

To be honest John was overwhelmed at the thought that he might even go into Carrie's house, let alone drink a smoothie with her. Carrie on the other hand noticed the bulge in the front of John's shorts and knew she had hit the mark. He'd definitely run the eight miles, which it really was, to her beach house. Then he might just need to stay the night to recover...

Throughout the run Carrie was slightly ahead of John. She made sure to set a pace which she judged he would be able to sustain over the distance. For John the view was terrific. He hardly noticed the beautiful beach, the crystal clear sea with its waves foaming on the shore or the cliffs which rose majestically to the left of him. Carrie filled his mind, his vision and really his whole body as he ran behind her, fully erect the whole way. The perfect shape of her legs, her backside, her legs and the mesmeric bobbing of her golden hair almost hypnotised him. He had never run this far in his life, but if Carrie had told him it was twenty miles he would have followed her. In this state he did not notice how exhausted he was becoming or the sweat which dripped off him as he struggled to maintain the pace which she was setting. No matter what happened when they reached Carrie's house, and John really did not know what to expect, he would never forget the sight of her perfect body, running ahead of him. 

Eventually Carrie brought them to a halt and John saw a beautiful beach house which had several floors, being set into the face of the cliff. Wide glass windows surveyed the beautiful view and several balconies opened out on the different levels of the property as it rose up the cliff. "Wow!" was all he could say as he regained his breath and as Carrie led him through a number of stretches and poses which would prevent him cramping later and which would help his muscles to relax after their exertion.

"Let's go get that smoothie," she said, smiling at him, as they finished stretching and she led him to the entrance of the house. Inside they walked up a marbled flight of stairs to a wide room which overlooked the beach with those wide windows. These opened up onto a stunning balcony which was beautifully decorated with candles, lanterns and tropical plants. The windows opened electrically and Carrie bade John to find a seat outside and relax in the sun whilst she set about making their drinks. John noticed that the sitting room opened up into a well appointed kitchen behind the seating area. He walked onto the balcony and found a recliner to sit down on. Carrie soon reappeared with two brightly coloured smoothies and handed one to John before sitting down next to him. "I'm sorry the run was so long," she said innocently, "I may have miscalculated the distance. 

"Oh don't worry," John replied, "I guess I won't be able to stay long, though, because I will need to get all the way back before it gets dark."

Carrie looked at him with a slightly amused expression on her face and said, "You don't have to go anywhere John. You're welcome to stay the night here, after all you don't have work tomorrow." John couldn't help going bright red with embarrassment at this idea, he had no idea what to say. He didn't know whether she wanted to sleep with him or was just offering him a room for the night. He was completely out of his depth. "We could sit up and chat or play cards or even watch TV if you like," Carrie said in order to smooth over his embarrassment. "I have a lovely spare room which you are welcome to use and I would enjoy some company, if I'm honest. It's pretty remote out here and I don't often get to spend time with someone else.

John relaxed a little; he also felt a pang of disappointment. It occurred to him then that whatever Carrie offered, it would affect his emotions somehow. But this was his big chance to spend time with her and it felt suddenly right that he should spend that time completely innocently. Anyway, what right did he have to assume this perfectly beautiful woman would want him for anything more than a friend? Wasn't this the 21st century, men and women ought to be able to be friends without sex getting in the way! "I would love to stay," he replied at last. "To be honest I don't often have company for the weekends, I could do to chat and maybe play a few hands of cards. You're really kind to invite me."

So they sat and enjoyed the sunset. Carrie then suggested that they shower before supper and again John was unsure what he would wear for the night. "I'll put your Lycra in the wash," she said, "you should be okay in your running shorts for the night and it is due to stay warm all night so you won't want anything more. Is that okay, I don't think my nighties would really suit you!?" and she laughed. John agreed at this and went to the en suite spare room for his shower. This really was some kind of fantasy situation. The shorts he had worn were amongst those he had removed the built in briefs from. They were part of his sportswear fetish which would heighten his sexuality anyway. To be dressed like that in Carrie's home was almost too much to bear. 

After John dried himself off he pulled on the shorts and tied the cord tightly around his waist. He was as hard as a rock and the brief shorts could not hide his erection. He heard Carrie calling him to come and eat and knew he would just have to hope she didn't notice. He was not prepared for the sight which met his eyes as he entred the kitchen. Carrie had also showered and changed. Whatever other people might have thought appropriate when entertaining a male guest, Carrie obviously thought differently. She was wearing a skin tight sheer chemise made of an artificial fabric called Tactel. The colour was the palest pink and the short nightie reached to just below her bottom. As the material was semi transparent john could see a matching string thong, pale pink over her crotch and black strings around the side and back. She wore no bra and her full, firm breasts showed clearly through the material as it stretched over them. Her nipples were clearly erect. Over her shoulders she wore a very short dressing gown in the same material and colours, which was open to the front. If John had been hard before, his penis was now throbbing as he sat down on a bar stool to eat his food. "I hope you don't mind me getting ready for bed too," Carrie said calmly, "it seemed silly to shower and then have to change again later. If you are uncomfortable I can change, though. You look as if you've seen a ghost!"

"No, I've just seen you!" John stumbled before he really knew what he was saying. "I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful woman in my whole life, Carrie. You really are wonderful!"

This time it was Carrie's turn to blush. She was really taken aback by John's words, but even more by the fact that he wasn't already groping her and trying to get her into bed. She really was hoping that this was not a sign of plain old weakness, but a sign of his submissive nature. She so wanted him to be a true submissive. At least now she knew she was right, he did find her attractive. She knew it was cruel to do this to him, but she had to find out how he would react. Making him wear just the shorts, knowing he had cut out the briefs, thrilled her but also made him very vulnerable. She had not failed to notice his hard-on as he came into the room. She also knew the way she was dressed would torment him out of his mind if he didn't try to make a move on her. She really hoped he wouldn't as she so wanted John to be her slave. The tricky part would be explaining to him how complete his slavery would be, that is if he actually agreed to it in the first place. 

"You really are lovely," she said to him as innocently as she could manage. Let's eat, then we can play cards and chat before bed time.

They ate in silence and John enjoyed every mouthful of the healthy salad she had prepared. Whenever he thought Carrie was not looking he cast a glance at her. She was more beautiful than he had even imagined in his sexual fantasies about her. The tight sheer material showed off her breasts and toned abdomen to perfection. He knew that beneath the bar her long, muscled legs went on forever. He had to really focus to avoid cumming. He cursed the hours he had spent stimulating himself, not just over Carrie, but throughout his life since puberty. All that masturbating had reduced his cum time down to next to nothing. If Carrie did want him, how would he ever satisfy her? One touch from her and he would cum all over his shorts, he just knew it. 

Carrie kept the pressure on him though. She had been far less provocatively dressed when her previous male 'friends' had tried to take her. The last one had come at her from behind whilst she was bending down to tie up her trainers. Doubtless to say he had been sent packing, but all these experiences made Carrie ruthless in her testing of John's manners and self-restraint. She took the empty plates and then carefully opened the dishwasher. Keeping her legs straight, she slowly bent right down from the waist to put them in the machine, giving John a perfect view of her backside and of the patch of sheer material which covered her genitals. 




Carrie and John Pt. 01



John watched Carrie's every move as she walked over to the dishwasher and then unbelievably bent over to fill it. Those legs really did go on forever and her pose of about twenty seconds surpassed even his wildest fantasies. He realised he was sweating and his heart was hammering in his chest. Carrie was either trying to seduce him or was plainly so innocent that she didn't realise the effect of her actions on the poor, unsuspecting male!

Following this little episode she poured a couple of glasses of chilled, sparkling water and then they both went into the sitting room. She pulled an arm chair opposite where John had sat down, a coffee table between them and then sat down herself. Again the pressure was on John as the short chemise allowed the thong panty to show a little between her legs as she relaxed back into the seat. He could hardly keep his eyes off this and Carrie noticed this too. Not that it was all going Carrie's way. She also loved sportswear as more than a functional thing. She found John's red shorts very sexy, their shiny, smooth fabric being very attractive. She also loved the way, despite John's attempts to pull them straight, his shorts rode up towards his scrotum as his firm erection pulled the fabric tight. 

The next couple of hours were interesting for both of them. They chatted about all sorts of topics, John finding out a little about the wealth and business interests of his host, Carrie discovering more about John's work and apparent loneliness. They talked about past relationships and John admitted that his past girlfriends had not found him very satisfying or his sexual tastes in line with theirs. He did not, however, go into detail about what he meant by this. Carrie was very careful what she said and really only admitted that she had not found the right man. 

They talked at length about the gym and characters they both knew there. John discovered that Carrie was completely dedicated to fitness and her stunning body really was the result of hours of hard work, as well as being a gift of nature. After chatting they played cards, Carrie winning every hand and then they finally agreed it was time for bed as Carrie tried to stifle a yawn. "I do hope you sleep well," she said to him as they both stood up, "at least it is very quiet here, only the sea to keep you awake." She leaned forwards then and lightly kissed John on the cheek, not failing to notice the tremor which went through him as she did so. 

After brushing his teeth with a toothbrush Carrie had provided for him, john lay back in the large double bed, pulling the silk duvet over his trembling body. Everything about Carrie was perfect and it was almost as if she knew everything about his tastes and fetishes. From the way she had dressed after her shower to the silk duvet and sheets on the bed he was in. The way she had gently forced him to wear only the running shorts and to be quite exposed as a result; he felt as though she were dominating him in a strange way, though he doubted a girl as beautiful as Carrie really had designs on him. He also doubted she would want a man whose deepest desire was to be dominated. Surely a wealthy business tycoon, for that is what she appeared to be, would want an equally powerful and successful man at her side? It was a long time before John finally fell to sleep. 

Correspondingly john awoke quite late in the morning, just after 9. He decided to shower again before presenting himself to his host and once he had done this he brushed his teeth and slipped into his shorts again. He was surprised to find Carrie nowhere to be seen. He bedroom door was open and she was clearly not in that room. He wandered about the sitting room and onto the balcony to see her in the distance, running along the beach with a small rucksack on her back. As she came nearer he realised she was wearing full length running tights and a sports running bra top, her bright red trainers flashing in the morning sun. Seeing him as she approached the house, she waved and John went in to greet her as she came bounding up the stairs. 

"I thought you might like croissants, so I ran to a beach vendor I know a couple of miles away," she explained. "Sorry I wasn't here when you got up."

John was quite taken aback at the efforts she was going to in entertaining him. He offered to help her prepare the breakfast and she allowed him to do so, the pair of them working alongside each other in the kitchen. Needless to say, the sight of Carrie in her Lycra outfit, face shiny with sweat, had brought John's cock back up to attention. Carrie noticed this straight away and was pleased. The poor man couldn't help himself, but was also trying a little less to hide the fact. In fact, he almost looked proud of the fact he was hard and Carrie realised that John was trusting her a little more, knowing that she did really like him, as a friend at least, and was not just out to make fun of him or make him act the fool. 

After eating Carrie went to shower and returned to find John enjoying the sunshine on a recliner. He almost lost control again when he saw her dressed in a very brief red bikini, a gold chain on each side forming the waist band. "Let's go and swim in the sea," she said, "the waves look amazing and the sea is so warm at this time of the year." John couldn't argue with that so they spent the next couple of hours swimming, diving and jumping over the waves. It was really the first time John really relaxed with Carrie as they genuinely had fun together. His mind continued to reel at the sight of her stunningly toned yet feminine body as she cavorted in the waves. She even held his hand on a number of occasions as they laughed and joked, jumping the waves together. 

Eventually they came out of the sea and Carrie threw herself down onto a sun bed which stood on the beach in front of her house. John followed suit on a bed next to hers and they dried off, toasting themselves in the sun for another hour, turning at half-time to toast their backs too. Then it was lunch time and Carrie slipped a completely sheer sarong around her waist as they climbed the stairs to the kitchen and ate another healthy and delicious lunch. "I really should be getting back home," John said as they finished clearing up after the meal. "I've taken up a lot of your time and you must be wanting to be rid of me by now. I can't thank you enough for the time I've had, it has been great."

"Honestly John, you can stay tonight if you like," she replied. "I'm really enjoying having you here, but I understand if you have stuff to do back home. Maybe you would like to come over again next Friday and we can watch a film together or just hang out?" John was so happy to hear this he nearly cried. She really did like him, even if only as a friend. He would do anything to be in the same room as her.

"I would love that," he replied eagerly. "I'm out of town until Friday morning for work, so I won't see you at the gym. However I would really enjoy catching up next weekend.

"Make sure you can stay a bit longer then," she said. "If work is keeping us apart all week, the least you can do is make the most of the weekend with me!" John's mind raced at the possible meaning of this. Carrie gave him his Under Armour and he went to the bedroom to dress. He was determined to run all the way home, just to prove to himself that he could do it and to secretly impress Carrie too. She waved to him from the balcony as he ran down the beach and despite the summer heat, John managed to run all the way home where he was able, at last, to rela=ease the pent up sexual energy of the time he had spent with Carrie. Images flashed through his mind as he pulled off his Under Armour and slipped back into his running shorts. Lying on his bed, knees bent and legs apart, he felt his balls through the smooth material and gently rubbed his cock. He fought the urge to cum for as long as possible as Carrie in her bikini, dressed for bed and in her sportswear crashed through his mind. When he finally did cum, it was the biggest orgasm he had experienced to date, his shorts filling with the creamy liquid of his manhood. As his breathing calmed down, John knew that his whole being was now focused on one thing - seeing Carrie again next weekend.



Carrie and John Pt. 02



The week seemed to drag by for John, being away from town was really tough when all he wanted to do was see Carrie again. Not just at night, but most of the day her image burned into his mind and it was really difficult to focus on anything else, like work. His boss began to notice and became increasingly grumpy with John as the week went by, but he didn't seem to notice. In fact, when Friday lunch time came, John set off for home without so much as a bye or leave.

There had been one highlight to the week, however. He had managed to get into a really cool sportswear shop and had found himself a pair of 3 inch running shorts and pair of Pro Combat compression shorts with large reflective zones down the sides. The running shorts were silver and themselves quite a shiny material, smooth and light to the touch. Almost in a trance that evening at his hotel he had carefully cut out the inner brief and thrown it away. He would wear both new pairs of shorts when he went to visit Carrie at the weekend. 

Arriving home John showered and changed into his new sportswear. As he was going to stay all weekend, he hoped, with Carrie, he decided to wear a compression top, this time black, and also a light shower proof running jacket. Secretly he loved the plastic feel to the jacket and couldn't resist wearing it, just in case it rained. 

He decided against taking anything else with him, no need for night wear. Carrie seemed to think it normal for him to wear his running shorts. He was fairly convinced she actually liked him to. 

Once dressed John jogged down to the car park and within minutes he saw Carrie running up to meet him. She had Capri length Nike running tights on with another matching sports bra/crop top. She looked even more perfect than ever to John and he could barely speak when she pecked him on the cheek and they set off along the beach towards her house. 

Once again she remained just ahead of him all the way and he was able to drink in the beauty of her body and the fluidity of her movements as she ran. Despite being far too hot in his jacket, John really didn't notice the eight mile run but was glad that he could cool down and have a drink when they arrived at the beautiful beach house.

"How has your week been?" Carrie asked him as they sat on the balcony, enjoying the sea views.

"It was busy," he replied, "to be honest a bit boring and I was really looking forward to visiting you again so I was glad when it was over!"

"That's so sweet," she purred and gave him one of those devastating smiles which completely disarmed John every time. "I've missed you too and I really do hope you are going to stay all weekend this time and not run out on me like you did last weekend!"

"I'll stay as long as you like," John said, not really thinking about what he had said until it had come out of his mouth. It almost sounded like an offer and he really didn't want to offend Carrie.

She surprised John, almost knocked him out, however, when she replied, "You can stay as long as you want, I really hope you will." It was the kind of statement laden with meaning but at the same time so vague that he couldn't really be completely sure of her sincerity or if there was a deeper meaning behind her comment. 

He couldn't take the conversation any further though because Carrie went to the kitchen and began to prepare their supper. Once ready this turned out to be another delicious but light and healthy salad based meal. 

After eating, Carrie changed into a beautiful one piece swimsuit with a tulle sarong around her waist. She suggested they enjoy the evening sun going for a walk. John could not argue and they gently walked along, sometimes dipping their bare feet into the warm sea as they walked and talked. 

Once again John found that Carrie gently extracted more and more detail about his private life from him. He didn't mind talking to her though, and he was open about pretty much everything, except his desire to be dominated and his fetish for sportswear and artificial fabrics. These he thought would put Carrie off him straight away and he so enjoyed her company that he would not let anything do that. 

Half-way through their walk he realised that he had been hard the entire time he had been with her, since the car park. His heart constantly beat quicker than usual and he was almost overwhelmed with desire and the need to cum. 

Carrie for her part appeared as relaxed and sexy as ever. She was agony to be with as her sexiness and sheer beauty were so unforced. Not like some of the models on the Internet or the porn sites he had visited. Carrie didn't need to pout or strike a pose to turn him on. 

It was almost dark when they arrived back at the house and Carrie allowed John to settle back in an arm chair as she fixed them both a smoothie before bed time. As she had the weekend before, she sat opposite him, the sarong discarded onto a spare seat. 

This time she sat with her back straight and her legs slightly apart. The swimsuit was a stunning red creation which emphasised her breasts and also had a very high leg design. 

She allowed her hair to hang over one breast and gazed at John as she sucked on her straw. He was completely mesmerised by her. The challenge was to remain calm and not to look at either her breasts or between her legs, though he felt driven to do so. He tried to fix his gaze on her face and not look down!

"John, I want to ask you a question," she said quietly as she continued to gaze at him. "Do you find me attractive?"

"Uuuuh, of course I do," he stuttered, almost choking on his drink. "I think you are beautiful," he added quickly, blushing deeply as he did so.

"You are so sweet," she said, smiling quite softly at him.

"Why do you ask?" he wondered.

"Because you have not made the slightest move on me in all the time we have been together," she replied. "I have hardly dressed in a conservative manner, but I have felt completely safe with you John, and I want to thank you for that. Every other man I have entertained in the way I have with you, has tried to come on to me or even force me to have sex with them by this stage."

"That's awful!" John responded, a little more loudly than he had meant to because he suddenly felt angry that any man would dare to force themselves on her.

"It wasn't pretty," she confessed adding wryly, "for them!" She laughed at this and then focused in on John again.

They both sat quietly for a while and then Carrie suggested that it was bed time. As before John changed out of his running gear, had a shower and then popped on his 3 inch running shorts so that Carrie could wash the Lycra compression wear. On seeing John in these, Carrie gently reached out and stroked the hem of the shorts at the side, just below the Nike Swoosh. "I really like these on you," she said and smiled at him again with an expression which John couldn't work out. 

His penis was so hard when she did this, it actually jumped a little at her touch and Carrie made no secret of the fact that she was aware of his condition by very obviously glancing at his crotch and then smiling again. 

"I've put a lighter duvet on your bed tonight," she said, "so I'd like to see you wearing that jacket when you get into bed. I think that would be a really lovely combination for you to wear when asleep." 

John was speechless. She was pretty much admitting to a fetish like his. She had touched his shorts only inches from his erection and she had made it plain she knew he was hard. 

Things were definitely changing in their friendship, but John knew instinctively that he must let Carrie make the moves. Somehow he realised this was a bit of a test. She wanted him to wait for her. She seemed to want to be in charge. 

Carrie left the room at that point and shortly he heard the shower in the main bathroom running. Obediently he pulled on the jacket, revelling in the coldness of the material as it enclosed his body. He had to be careful. 

Anymore sexual tension and he would cum instantly. He was amazed he hadn't already. He had never felt so charged up in his whole life. It was like his fantasies were really becoming reality. He climbed into the bed but left the duvet pulled back so that he could sit up and read a little in comfort. 

He heard Carrie come out of the bathroom and go into her own bedroom. At this he almost turned out the light, but after a few moments she knocked quietly on his door. "Come in," he called out and she came in, walking barefoot across the soft white carpet. 

She was dressed in the shiniest black silk chemise, the edges of which were lightly frilled with lace. The cord which passed from the top of each breast and around the back of her neck was very thin and delicate. Her strong shoulders and toned arms glowed in the bedside light and her beautiful long legs were emphasised by the shortness of the garment. As with the week before, her nightwear only just passed below her bottom. 

This was almost too much for John; she was the sexiest thing he had ever encountered in his life. In his mind he knew a matching black silk thong would be lightly covering her sex and pressing between the halves of her perfect tush. He almost moaned when he saw her. 

Carrie looked down at him and he watched her eyes travel right over his body. She even paused as she looked at the bulge at his crotch again before sitting down on the side of the bed next to him. 

As she did so, she smoothed her chemise, but it rode up her legs enough to reveal to John that he was correct about the thong. "If you are going to dress like I suggested, you have to do it properly," she said, speaking as if addressing a naughty child.  

She made him lean forwards a little and then undid the Velcro in the jacket collar, unfurling the light hood hidden within. This she pulled over John's head and then really quite tightly tied the pull cords so it fitted snugly around his face, completely covering his hair and ears. She then adjusted the jacket zip, making sure it was fully to the top. 

Finally she tightened the draw string which ran inside the hem at the bottom of the garment, making sure the coat tightly fitted against John's abdomen, where it met the waistline of his shorts. These she then straightened a little, once again stroking the hem and making sure the shorts were not wrinkled or tangled in anyway. 

Whilst she did this, John couldn't move. He was paralysed by the need to fight off an orgasm and out of disbelief that she should know exactly how he would sometimes wear his jacket in bed, as part of one of his lonely sexual rituals. 

Kissing him briefly on the cheek, Carrie then stood, wished him a good night and padded to the room door. "I expect to find you dressed like that when I come to get you in the morning," she said. No getting up without me, do you hear?"

"Okay," John murmured. He was in Heaven. Carrie had, in a small way, dominated him.

Carrie had been impressed with the way he had so obviously wanted her, but not made a move. She was even more pleased with the way John had done as he was told and seemed to really like it. There was no doubt that her information was correct. John wanted to be dominated and really did have a fetish for sportswear and for artificial fibres. What remained to be seen was whether he would submit to her completely, or was he still hoping for some level of control over their relationship? 

As she lay back on her matching black silk sheets, Carrie reached for a large vibrator and, gently pulling the thong panty to one side, she pushed it deeply into her vagina and switched it on. She was surprised at how quickly and powerfully she came. John was more than a plaything; he might be the real thing and she so longed to set to work on turning him into a real slave, completely under her control. After removing the sex toy and calming herself down, Carrie slowly drifted off to sleep.

It was hard for John to sleep, but eventually he did and then slept late. Carrie let him; he was no good to her all tired, not just now anyway. She had decided that they would have a fun and active day together. She wanted to give him more time to spend with her and for her to have a few more small opportunities to dominate him, without it being too obvious. 

Carrie was so cautious after her previous attempts to dominate a male that she did not want to rush anything. She would much rather take her time and observe John in different situations. She also hoped that the events of this weekend so far, and of what she was to do with him today, might be signalling to John that his deepest desires could be fulfilled by her, if he would allow her to. 

Carrie smiled as she recognised the irony of this. For her to take his freedom away, she needed him to allow her to do so. She did not want to force him; she wanted a true submissive who would, after training, beg to be enslaved, humiliated and restricted in every aspect of his life. No matter how fond she was becoming of John, she would not go ahead with the enslavement if he did not show her his willingness to give up his freedom. 

So it was, with all this in mind that she quietly entered his bedroom as he lay fast asleep, despite the warm summer sun shining in through the side window of the room. Carrie very carefully lifted aside the duvet which had loosely covered John. He looked exactly as she had left him, his jacket tightly done up and his little shorts barely covering him. 

She drank in this picture for a few moments before gently lowering the duvet back onto him. She needed to be patient. She would soon find out if he really was the one and she did not want to get too excited until she was sure. It was better to wait, maybe even another week, than rush in and frighten him off. 

It was another hour before John awoke. By that time, breakfast was ready and Carrie had even spent a little time in contact with her company CEO to check everything was okay with the business. When she heard him stirring, Carrie went back into his room and greeted him with a very warm smile. She was still dressed in her black silk, shimmering in the morning sunlight.

John awoke and mentally checked himself over. He was still dressed as Carrie had instructed and as he heard her pad into the room and quietly greet him, he opened his eyes, saw her standing there and went instantly hard. He had slept well, but his body was so responsive to Carrie that he felt constantly on edge, delighted, on the verge of orgasm and extremely happy, all at the same time. 

He smiled back when he saw her smile and climbed out of the bed only to receive another soft kiss on his cheek. "Come and have breakfast, then you can shower and we can get going with the day," she said to him. 

She gestured to John to go ahead of her and as he passed between the bed and Carrie, on his way to the door, she gently patted his backside. 

Again he almost moaned with pleasure and really had to concentrate on his food and coffee as she sat next to him at breakfast. Her silk chemise shimmered in the beautiful light and John found it hard not to touch the shiny fabric, or the woman wearing it. 

"I thought it would be fun to go for a bike ride up into the hills today," she announced as they ate. "I have a bike which will fit you and I took the liberty of buying you some cycle wear during the week. I'm a bit nervous to see if it is the right fit. They looked really cool, though, so I couldn't resist. What do you think?"

John thought the very idea of Carrie buying him clothes which she liked was wonderful. He also really enjoyed cycling, and being alone with her in the hills and mountains behind the coast sounded lovely. "I'd love to come," he said enthusiastically, "and I think you are really very kind to be buying me clothes. I must pay you back."

"Oh no you won't," she replied quickly, "payment for me will be seeing you wearing them! Now, whilst you shower I will wash those running shorts of yours so they are fresh for you tonight. In this warm weather they'll soon be dry and you won't need them whilst we are out for the day." 

John agreed that this was a good plan and when he entered the bathroom, he left the shorts out on the floor of the bedroom, along with his jacket. When he returned to the bedroom a stunning pair of black and white Fan Filler cycling shorts and a matching cycling tee lay on the bed with cycling shoes to go with them. 

This was real quality stuff and John spent his time wriggling in to the tight fitting clothes and admiring his reflection in the mirror. 

Despite the protective padding of the cycling shorts, it was even more obvious he was erect when wearing this tight Lycra. Somehow he didn't mind too much. He knew deep down that Carrie knew anyway and had even looked him over last night. She seemed to be enjoying him and that pat on the backside earlier was another of those affectionate and yet unclear signs from her. 

When he met Carrie in the sitting room, she was dressed in the same design of shorts and top as him. She looked amazing, her hair already in a tight, long ponytail, ready for the day's adventures. 

"Wow, you look great," she said to him and John suddenly felt very proud. She looked him over, again with a really penetrating look and he could see her register his condition as her eyes slowly passed over his crotch. "We need to go upstairs," she explained, "it will be easier getting into the mountains from the back of the house, rather than the beach. Also the garage is up there," she added.

John followed her up the stairs and past several levels of the house he had never been in. He was curious to know what lay behind the various oak doors as they travelled on up. 

Just before the top floor, Carrie paused and opened up one of the doors to reveal a kind of roof garden. The ceiling was very high and all along the sea side of the large room was glazed, from floor to ceiling. "Those windows slide right back," she said, "and look over there, a hot tub. I think we'll need to relax in there after our ride today, if you still want to stay another night?" 

John was almost speechless at the thought of spending time in a Jacuzzi with her but he managed to inform her he would like to stay and that the idea sounded great. They then continued to the top of the stairs which opened out onto a large driveway with an even larger garage at the side of it. 

Carrie clicked a button and the garage door rumbled open to reveal a stunning red, open topped Ferrari parked on one side and a pair of racing bikes propped against the opposite wall. John was again speechless as he looked over the magnificent vehicle and then strode over to two of the most expensive road bikes he had ever seen. 

"These look too good to use," he said.

"I hope not," she replied, "I think they will be good fun. Now I don't want you to be angry with me, but there is a little complication for you in riding your bike." Carrie pointed to the larger framed bike and then pulled it away from the wall for John to look at. "I bought these lock-on cycle shoes in your size, only to find that they won't unclip from the pedals when you need to stop!" "

Basically, once you're locked on you'll have to keep going until I can hold the bike for you or you find an appropriate object to lean against!" John should have found this dangerous and rather silly of Carrie. Instead his erection bobbed inside its restrictive Lycra and his heart beat even faster. Surely this was some kind of test from her, or was he just imagining her interest in him? Whatever, it certainly put him in her power as only she could unlock his feet from the peddles.

"That'll make things a bit interesting," he tried to say as coolly as possible, "but I don't want to miss this ride and I can see you really want to go. I'll just risk it and put myself completely in your hands!" he regretted saying this last bit as soon as the words slipped out, but Carrie actually smiled.




Carrie and John Pt. 02



"I will do my best to honour your trust," she said, her smile broadening as she did so. After all this it took only minutes for John to be locked onto his bike and to start slowly pedalling around the drive before Carrie shut the garage and the pair set off. 

It really was a perfect day with a sapphire blue sky and the hills and mountains stretching out before them, all pine trees and rugged rock. The first few miles were really quite relaxing, but John soon realised that Carrie was going to expect a great deal from him on this trip as the roads grew steeper, more remote and in places, quite precipitous. 

He had to really focus on keeping going and keeping his strength for the really steep parts of the road. This was despite Carrie being often in front of him, her athletic body gleaming in the sun and apparently at ease with the difficult climb. It was the sight of her, and her encouraging words, which kept him going. 

By lunch time his legs were trembling with the effort. He was soaked with sweat and his water bottle empty. The thought of disgracing himself by stopping and falling over was too much for him to bear. If Carrie did like him, she was bound to have overestimated his athleticism and would surely be disappointed if he failed. He could not lose this girl, not now she seemed to at least value his company. He knew he had to prove himself to her again. 

It was one o'clock when Carrie suddenly sped up to a patch of lime green grass, jumped off her bike and then waited for him. He approached slowly, almost at the end of his strength as she reached out and grabbed his handlebars. 

Reaching around him she unlocked first his left and then right shoes from the pedals with a small tool she had brought with her and John gratefully put his feet down and climbed off his bike. 

He almost staggered as he caught his breath and then stretched his legs to prevent any cramping. Carrie pretended not to notice his predicament and gently grabbed his hand, leading him across the grass and through a small group of trees to a large flat rock. 

It was a while before John noticed the stunning view across the mountains and all the way back to the coast and the cliffs where the beach house was built. He was still captivated by the thought of her holding his hand. 

The view was breathtaking and Carrie allowed him to take it in before she released his hand and bade him sit on the rock. She then disappeared back towards the bikes and returned with the water bottles which she dipped into a spring which bubbled out of the side of their rock seat. 

"This is the best tasting water you'll ever drink," she announced, taking a big drink herself. John was so thirsty he gulped all his water in one go and then refilled the bottle again, also allowing the icy water to run over his hands and feet to cool them. It was true, it tasted really good. 

As he stood admiring the view, drinking even more from his bottle, Carrie came and stood before him, blocking his view for a moment. Then she elegantly knelt down in front of him and before John could ask what she was doing, she began to kneed and massage his leg muscles. 

The way she had positioned herself and the closeness of her head to his crotch, made John think of a much more sexualised scene than this. He really had to control himself as her hair brushed against his crotch and her hands worked up and down his legs, relieving the aches and pains of the ride. 

She really took her time massaging him, occasionally looking up at him in a way which was so seductive that John really wondered if she was waiting for him to push his cock into her mouth. He would have loved to have been sucked off by her, but something in his submissive heart also rebelled at the thought that she would do such a thing for him. 

Once she had massaged him, Carrie pushed his control even further by gently pulling the hem of his shorts, running her fingers just inside them to make sure they were fitting well. 

Eventually the moment ended and Carrie stood up. She then shocked him again by turning to stand beside him and placing her arm around his waist, leaning gently in to him as she admired the view. 

She did it so naturally and without any subtext that John even felt he could relax a little and just enjoy the touch of her body against him. If he had seen a photograph of the scene on the Internet, he would surely have masturbated at the thought of the couple so perfectly dressed in Lycra, even more at the sight of the perfect woman he was with. 

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to lock you into those pedals again," she said "and then we can make our way back. The good news is it is mainly downhill all the way!"

"That sounds good," replied John as they walked back to the bikes and he climbed into the saddle. 

He relished the little clicks the locking shoes made and the thought only she could set him free. Carrie pushed him off and he slowly pedalled until she had caught him up. 

They went home a different way, but Carrie was true to her words when she said the journey was mainly downhill. 

John was relieved and felt invigorated by the time they arrived back at the house. In places they had shouted for joy at the speed and excitement of going so far down, so steeply, so fast. Again Carrie stopped him and released his feet from their pedal prisons. They then went inside.

"I think we should shower before going in the hot tub," Carrie said. "I also have another confession for you; I bought you something to wear in the tub too. I've left them in the drawer by the side of your bed. Please wear them for me; I hope you won't be offended!"

John was quite excited at the thought of Carrie spending so much time on him when he wasn't even there, shopping and buying clothes. He would even wear a chicken suit for her if she wanted him to so he promised he wouldn't mind and made for his bedroom and the shower.

After stripping off the cycle tee, John spent several minutes feeling himself through the smooth fabric of the cycling shorts. They were so sexy and he really had to check himself again, usually this sort of behaviour was quickly followed by an orgasm. He stripped himself and entered the shower. 

His poor penis was begging for release and John also thought it would be very embarrassing to cum in the hot tub and spoil that moment for Carrie. After washing himself, he stood under the warm flow of water and grasped his cock firmly, pulling his foreskin back and forth, his hand making firm strokes up and down his shaft. It was only a few moments before he ejaculated powerfully in to the stream of water, his eyes rolling and his breath coming quickly. 

He made sure his member was carefully cleaned and the shower showing no trace of his excitement before drying himself off and heading for the mysterious parcel in his drawer. At least now he felt he had a fighting chance to resist the temptation to cum. Any time spent up close to Carrie was now so sexually charged and erotic for him, that he wondered how long he could stay in control of his own body. 

He carefully lifted the small package and unwrapped it, to find a shiny red and blue pair of Speedos. The fabric was so smooth and they were beautifully brief, without being vulgar. 

Even as he pulled them on he went as hard as a rock again. This posed a problem tying the cord as his penis insisted on poking its head above the waist band. Only some pretty heavy handed manipulation and a focus on anything unsexy he could think of, enabled him to tie the cord, rather tightly to avoid mishaps! 

He realised that some of his pubic hair showed above the string tie and he vowed to shave himself when he was back at home. He decided not to tuck the cord into the front of the trunks, but to let it hang over his crotch in a way which he thought was quite sexy.

It was then it struck him that Carrie had now got him almost naked and he was going to be in the hot tub with her. He turned and climbed the stairs to the garden room, his mind racing with all sorts of possibilities and scenarios. 

It was getting more and more difficult to believe that she only wanted to be friends; unless Carrie was so naive she really had no idea how sexy she and her behaviour were or she was only making fun of him. 

He was beginning to find the possibility that Carrie had no sexual interest in him ever harder to believe and his excitement continued to rise when it occurred to him again that she had instigated everything in their 'relationship' so far. She was certainly in control and that alone was enough to turn him on.

If he was excited climbing the stairs this was nothing compared to how he felt when he met Carrie in the room. She was wearing another beautiful bikini, the strings at her waist tied neatly into little bows with more string trailing a little way down her legs. 

Her gorgeous breasts were filling the bikini top, she had obviously chosen a size or two smaller than she really needed and the effect was to emphasise her breasts whilst also showing off the narrowness of her waist and muscularity of her abdomen and body. Her skin was such a lovely tan and so smooth and flawless. 

John realised, despite his near speechlessness at the sight of her, that Carrie had been the one to make all the compliments today and he really wanted her to hear something of how she made him feel. 

Without allowing himself any time to think he said," You look really beautiful Carrie, you are amazing."

"You are too kind," she replied, smiling at him in a way which made his heart fill with love and a powerful sense of devotion. "You look pretty good yourself, although I don't think you ought to leave that cord outside of your trunks. It looks really sexy whilst you're out of the water but might look bad floating around near the water surface in the hot tub!" 

John was just about to tuck the cord in when she said, "No, allow me." He now tensed as she carefully gripped the cord and then, pulling the waist band at the front of his trunks out a little, tucked it into the trunks. As she did so her fingers gently touched the end of his erection, quite deliberately moving it aside to make room for the cord. 

John's buttocks clenched and he went rigid all over as his mind and body tried to stay in control as she actually came into contact with his manhood. "Oh no, I have upset you!" she said, seeing John's look of anguish at what had just happened. "I had no right to do that to you, please forgive me." 

John remained speechless and after a few moments Carrie suggested they get into the tub and try to relax. After regaining some control over his legs, John followed Carrie into the pool of warm, bubbling water.

"Please don't feel that you offended me," John said as they both relaxed against the side of the tub. "I was struggling to control myself. I know you weren't trying to upset me. You have to understand that just being in the same room as you is almost more than I can cope with!"

Carrie looked alarmed at this statement so John hurried on with an explanation, almost tripping over his own words. "No I don't mean to be negative. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Please understand that the thought you would want to be my friend and spend your spare time with me is just amazing to me. I am having such a great time, but I have to admit to being strongly attracted to you. Ahhh, now I've said too much. I should just shut up, the thought of you seeing me as anything other than ordinary is ridiculous."

"Please forgive me and send me on my way if what I have said sounds presumptuous or offensive to you." 

At this point John decided it was better to shut up now than ruin his friendship with Carrie any further. So he was really surprised when he was finally able to meet her eye and see that she was in fact smiling at him. Was it a smile of derision, humour or of fondness, this he couldn't tell and he prepared himself for the worst?

"John," she said quite firmly, "if I didn't like you I wouldn't have bought clothes for you or insisted you stay for longer this time. I certainly would not be in a hot tub with you. You need to have a bit more confidence in yourself and a bit more trust in me to have organised all this." She smiled at him again and he relaxed just a little. 

Carrie reached into the water and grasped his right hand, pulling it to her lips and gently kissing it. She continued to hold his hand when she said, "I would be blind not to know that you find me attractive." 

"The bulge in whatever shorts or trunks you've worn this weekend has shown me that. I just want you to know that I am honoured by your erection but that I am even more impressed by the fact that you have been such a gentleman these past two weekends. I know I have not made it easy for you. It is not every man I wear a bikini like this for, or little nighties and thongs for. I want you to want me John. There, I have laid my cards on the table. Please don't speak anymore for a bit. I have prepared smoothies for us and a few bites, after that bike ride you must be as hungry as I am."

John accepted the drink and took his time sipping it. His mind was buzzing and now he knew for sure that Carrie wanted to be with him as more than a friend. Was it now that he should make a move on her? Should he be the one to take her to bed or at least to kiss her? 

As he looked over to Carrie, he realised that she had set the pace so far and he must trust her. He also had the thrilling idea she loved his sportswear fetish and she seemed to like being in control. 

"Thank you so much," he whispered to her as she passed him a second drink. "I just want to submit to your ideas and plans, if you have them. Everything you have organised so far has been amazing."

Carrie thought about what John had just said. He was so obviously submissive and now she had revealed an interest in him, she wanted to see how far she could take him without frightening him away. 

The plans she had for him could certainly scare him, if he found them out too quickly. Still her natural caution dictated that she would continue to move things along slowly, although maybe not as slowly as she had been doing so far. 

She would need to make a couple of phone calls later and then it would be interesting to see how John reacted. Would he run away or would he come to her for help and safety? She decided to push him a little further now and then let him relax with her a little as the evening came on. 

"John, what is it you like about me? She asked, almost innocently.

"Where do I start," replied John, his heart pounding, "you have been kind, you are really beautiful and you have treated me with real respect, something most women I've known have failed to do. On top of all those things, you don't mind me being so indecisive and weak, you seem to enjoy being in charge and all my life I have been looking for someone to take charge of me." 

Carrie looked at him for a while and then smiled again. That was damn close to being an admittance of submissiveness. Most women would be scornful of such a man, but Carrie actually found it sexy. Her mind raced with images of her controlling John and taking away his freedom. 

She was beginning to think it was what he really wanted, even if the idea was not completely clear in his mind yet. She decided that at the very least he deserved a kiss; nothing more just yet, but certainly a kiss. She turned in the water and stood in front of him, her crotch gently pressing into his firm erection. 

She could feel him throbbing and the tightness of his bulge in the restrictive swimming costume. Putting her hands on his shoulders, she leaned in and brushed her lips on his. She felt him quiver with delight and so licked his lips, her tongue smoothly passing from left to right along them. 

His mouth opened a little and she pushed her tongue in, lips pressing against his, her tongue pushing past his and deeply exploring his mouth, right into his throat. 

Interestingly, John made room for her in his mouth. He did not try to take over the kiss as her other men had tried to do. She could feel him wriggle against her a little and so slowly withdrew, knowing he would not be able to avoid orgasm, if she overdid things.

"Thank you," John gasped after a few moments in which he struggled to comprehend what had just happened. This was way beyond his wildest dreams and fantasies. Those all looked like dust compared to the real thing. 

Carrie stepped back from him a little, but she did let one finger run down his spine and then let her hand grip one of his buttocks gently before letting him go and turning back to sitting beside him in the tub. 

John's balls were so tight with cum that they ached. His cock felt as though it was trying to break out of its own skin by being more erect than ever. If his heart didn't calm down soon, he thought, he would drop dead. Carrie changed the subject back to their cycle ride and for the next half-hour they chatted really quite innocently about the mountains, views and experiences of their trip. 

Then Carrie suggested they get out, dry off and go down to the sitting room to watch a movie.

"I will give you your shorts, John," she said as she climbed out after him. "I want you to only wear those this evening, do you understand?" John was immediately aware of her control again; after the kiss earlier, he would have done anything for her.

"Yes of course," he replied and hurried downstairs to change. This time he decided not to masturbate, it seemed wrong and he loved the sensation of constant sexual charge which this weekend was giving him. 

He carefully pulled on the shorts and tied the cord. He was aware that his hard-on pulled the shorts up at the front and with them being so short, he might be more on display than he should be. But that vulnerability was something he longed for, to be hers and to be completely open and available to her. 

When he entered the living room, Carrie was leaning on the balcony, enjoying the sunset as the ocean turned pink and then an ever deeper red with the light of the setting sun. Once again John was taken aback by the shape of her body, silhouetted against the sun and once again dressed to perfection. 

She wore a pair of VS 'Pink' jogging bottoms in grey jersey, the word pink emblazoned down the left leg in huge white letters. The waist band was cut very low so John could glimpse a burgundy red silk thong which rose to show a little above the waist band, at her hips. She wore nothing else than a matching burgundy silk bra, very simple and unadorned, but designed to emphasise her beautiful cleavage. 

Her hair, golden and tousled, hung loose over her shoulders and her perfect tanned skin glowed in the evening light. She was lovely. 

Immediately John realised how under dressed he was compared to her and once again that delightful feeling of vulnerability and near nakedness flooded through him. The thought she had instructed him to dress as he was, made him even happier. 

They stood together and watched the sun set and then Carrie closed the windows and drew the shades. They spent the next two hours watching a film whilst sitting very close together. The film turned out to be quite erotic. Cleverly shot, unlike a porn film where too much was on display, so the characters appeared genuinely sexy and very passionate. 

The fact it had real dialogue and a very clever plot made it the perfect sexy film for the mood John was in. After it had finished they chatted about the plot and then Carrie suggested it was bed time. "I'll come and tuck you in, once you've brushed your teeth," she said in a rather motherly fashion, so John quickly went to the toilet and did as he was told.

On leaving the en suite, he found Carrie waiting for him, now dressed in a pair of silk boxer shorts and a silk pyjama shirt, buttoned at the front. She watched him sit on the bed and then, as he lifted his legs in, she pulled the silk duvet over him and then bent down and kissed him gently on the cheek. 




Carrie and John Pt. 02



"I'm really looking forward to having another day with you John," she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing where it takes us." Then, on that mysterious note, she tousled his hair, straightened the duvet and left the room for her own. 

John tingled all over. The experiences he had in just a single day with Carrie were enough to fill a whole week. Now he knew she liked him and so he spent quite a while wondering how he would admit to her he was looking for someone to dominate him, before he finally fell asleep. It did not occur to him that he had already let that idea slip in the hot tub. 

It was Whilst John was worrying about these things that Carrie was making a few late evening phone calls. She could be very persuasive and was also able to back up her claims with money and lawyers when necessary. John's life was going to change faster than he imagined, Carrie had finally decided he was definitely the one and she hoped John would be hers completely.



Carrie and John Pt. 03



The following morning John awoke at about 8am and quickly went into the bathroom and showered. He was getting used to the luxury of Carrie's lifestyle; he had not often showered in a marbled cubicle which was actually big enough for about four other people as well. The fact that water seemed to spray at him from every direction was also fun, as well as practical and he laughed at the thought he had probably never been so clean in his whole life! 

Once out of the shower he dried off and then, towel around his waist wandered back into the bedroom to find his Under Armour, clean and dry, waiting for him on the bed. Carrie called out from the hallway, "I thought we'd go for a run this morning. Don't bother with your running shorts. I'd like to see you in just the compression wear for once." 

Instinctively John realised that Carrie knew he would not be able to hide his erection in the tight Lycra. He felt suddenly glad, he wanted to show her how much she turned him on and he also felt a deep desire to fulfil her wishes. He dressed carefully, checking the seams were exactly central over his arse, and then wandered into the sitting room.

Carrie was a sight to behold. She was wearing running tights with compression shorts over the top. Over these she wore a pair of two inch, wet look adidas running shorts. The idea of layers was another thing which turned John on. Seeing Carrie like this, her hair tightly in its customary pony tail and an adidas running bra on top, made him weak at the knees. 

"Just drink a smoothie before we set off," Carrie said, pecking him on the cheek and allowing her hand to linger on his bottom for a few seconds, "we'll eat when we get back."

So they went downstairs and set off on the beautiful morning. Not running towards the town but further along the beach. John had never been this far along the coast and he enjoyed the spectacular scenery and the beautiful, clear blue sky and ocean. He also enjoyed the sight of Carrie's toned perfection running ahead of him. The thought of all those pretty layers made him harder than ever. 

They ran for over a mile before Carrie brought them to a halt at a part of the beach where rocks jutted out into the sea for some distance. Taking John's hand, she led him onto the rocks and they clambered and scrambled together for about ten minutes before they finally reached the furthest point. 

For a few minutes they stood admiring the waves as they lazily splashed over the rocks. The water was deepest blue, but also quite transparent. They could easily see the sandy bottom and fish swimming among the smaller rocks. John wished he could just dive in a swim, it looked so inviting. 

Then Carrie turned to him and put her arms around his neck. She brushed her lips on his again before plunging her tongue between his teeth and kissing him deeply. The kiss lingered on and on, John feeling his penis throbbing and his heart rate climbing. One of her hands ran down his back, slowly, tracing his spine. She then ran her fingers around his backside, fingers again tracing, this time the divide between his buttocks. 

Her long, elegant finger nails pressed in, to feel his anus, and John felt himself thrusting forwards, his cock pressed against her crotch. All the while she kissed him ever deeper. She was able to reach right into his throat with her tongue; it was as if she was taking possession of him.

At last she pulled away, still resting her crotch against his firm shaft. "I think I want to be more than friends," she whispered, "I want you to belong to me." John didn't miss the deeper meaning of what she was saying. His heart soared not only at the thought she wanted to be with him, but that she might be hinting at a power balance in their relationship which fitted with his dreams.

"I would like that," he replied somewhat breathlessly, "I would like to belong to you completely." He thought he would try to press her into more discussion of his dreams but instead Carrie pulled him in for another long, deep kiss. Her hand continued to explore his back and his arse. 

She seemed to enjoy the smoothness of the Lycra and the feel of his body. It took John every ounce of control he had to avoid cumming at that moment. He knew he would have to become tougher if he was to be able to satisfy this amazing woman. 

After kissing, she led him back to the beach and then they began the run back to the beach house. The whole run back was like a dream to John. He had to tell her his dream of submission today; he had to find out if she also really dreamed of dominance. 

On arriving back in the house, Carrie and John both went to their rooms and showered. When he returned to his room he found only his brief running shorts to wear. His heart leapt again, he so wanted to be vulnerable, almost naked before her when he spoke about his wishes in their relationship. 

He so longed for her to be fully aware of his erection, the symbol of his deepest desires for her. He pulled on the shorts and enjoyed the struggle to tighten the cord without trapping himself. He then went into the sitting room to meet Carrie, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear, longing and anticipation. 

Carrie's appearance quite took him by surprise at first. She had put on a skin tight dress in an almost lime green. It plunged low to show off her ample cleavage and ended just beneath her backside. Her feet were wearing very high heeled shoes and she had a chunky gold chain around her neck. It was also clear that she was not wearing a bra, but the slightly translucent nature of the fabric revealed a matching green triangle string thong. 

He had only ever seen her in lingerie, bikinis or sportswear so he was surprised, but a thrill ran through him as he realised how powerful she looked dressed like that. She handed him a plate of food and gestured towards the armchairs in the sitting room. 

John sat down, careful to arrange his shorts as neatly as possible. Carrie watched this performance and smiled, she then sat down slowly, keeping her knees together. The short dress would not preserve her modesty otherwise. They ate quietly, each looking at the other from time to time until the small meal was over. Then Carrie leant forwards, her bosom prominent in John's view. "Tell me what you want in a relationship, John?" she asked.

John gulped, it was now or never. "You might think I am pathetic," he said quietly, already expecting the worst, "but I really do want to belong to you. I long to submit to a woman, submit in the bondage sense of the word. If we were together, I would want you to be in charge, for me to be your sub."

He stopped at this point, suddenly embarrassed at what he had told her and all too aware that she might not understand his feelings or even approve of them. He realised he was so into Carrie that he could easily have misunderstood the signals she had been giving him. 

"If I have offended you with any of this, please forgive me," he murmured, "I would rather stay your friend than lose your trust."

Carrie looked at John for quite a while before she spoke. Her eyes seemed to bore into him and he felt smaller and smaller, in agony over how she would respond to him. At last she spoke, "John, how much will you submit to me?" it was a simple question and John responded immediately, she was opening the door to him at last.

"I would do anything you asked me to. I would give myself to you completely, no matter what you ask," he said determinedly. 

"Are you completely sure, John?" she asked again, "being my sub would mean huge changes in your life. I would expect complete obedience; it's not a game you know."

"Please believe me," he said breathlessly, "I would do anything for you. Please believe me."

"Okay," she said, getting to her feet, "go and stand in the middle of the room, right there, under the beam." 

John saw the wooden beam which crossed the ceiling of the room and he quietly stood up and placed himself before her where she had indicated. 

"Now undo the cord of your shorts and slowly strip out of them," she instructed. 

John gulped at the thought of this. His fantasy becoming reality was more than he could have dreamed of a couple of weeks before. He stood with his legs slightly apart and reached for the cord tucked into his shorts. He gently untucked it and then pulled one end until the bow undid. 

Carrie watched him intently throughout and as a result his penis throbbed with desire. He then tucked his fingers into the waistband at his hips and slowly wiggled the shorts down from his waist and over his straining cock. They then slipped lightly to the floor. 

"Step out of them," she commanded, and John did so. "Look at the floor and find the two small metal studs in the carpet," she continued. "Put one foot on each stud and then stretch up until your fingers are touching the beam above you."

John saw that the studs would put his feet about a metre apart, spreading his legs and leaving his genitalia completely unprotected. 

He did as he was asked with his feet and then reached up to the beam. It was a real stretch for him, he had to be on tip toes and even then his fingers only just touched the smooth wood above him. He wobbled slightly as he tried to hold the position and seeing the stern look in Carrie's eyes, he redoubled his efforts to stretch and to hold his position. 

Carrie surveyed the naked body of the man before her. He certainly had a good looking face and he was not in any way overweight. Wonderfully, he was her exact height but he lacked the muscle mass and overall fitness she would like to see. 

This did not bother Carrie. She was a fitness addict and she was very proud of her perfect combination of tone, fitness and feminine prettiness. It was always her intention to enforce a strict regime of fitness and development on any slave she owned. With John being so physically average, she should see a real improvement in his physique over time. 

His genitals were pretty average too but his ability to stay erect pretty much all the time, impressed her. She almost smiled at the thought of his addiction to her and the unspent need he must have right now. Nevertheless, she would need more from him than he could offer naturally, so she would also need to work on his cock and balls, to bring them up to match her desires. 

To impress on John his subservient position, she made a show of walking around him slowly, as if inspecting a sculpture, from time to time looking more closely or gently touching some feature on his body. 

Eventually she came back to stand in front of him, his legs now visibly shaking with the effort of maintaining his stretched position. "Relax, but keep your feet in position," she ordered. 

John gratefully lowered his arms and stood flat on his feet. He was so aroused he could not think clearly, but his legs and arms were sore with the effort of holding so still. Carrie walked behind him again and then ordered, "Keeping your feet as they are and legs straight, pick up your shorts from the floor." John was very aware of her gazing at his balls and suddenly upturned cock as he had to bend at the waist and reach forwards to grab the shorts. 

He felt so exposed and it was a feeling more exciting and erotic than any he had experienced before. He stood back up with the shorts in his hands and Carrie ordered him to carefully turn them inside out. He did so, wondering what she meant him to do next. 

"Look carefully at the shorts," she said, "look at all the pre-cum you have deposited inside the front of them. I want you to slowly and carefully lick every drop from inside those shorts. I want to see your tongue slick with it." John looked at the shiny pool of sticky liquid which had formed on the material. He began to lick, tasting for the first time his own salty essence. 

He licked very carefully, making sure he cleaned off every last stubborn drop from inside the shorts. Unfortunately, as he did so, his penis had produced more which had dropped to the carpet in a small pool there. 

Carrie then ordered John to put the shorts on and she then tied them tightly at his waist before ordering him to lick every last drop from the carpet. She insisted that his knees were apart as he knelt forwards to do this, so she could, if she wished, easily reach his balls and penis from behind. As he licked up his mess, John felt her eyes scouring his body, he felt so vulnerable, so exposed, even wearing his shorts again.

Once he had finished his cleaning, Carrie made him stand in a more relaxed fashion. "I enjoyed your obedience John. But you said you would do anything I asked, so I am going to test you on that promise. It is now the busiest time on the beach. I want you to go outside. Strip off your shorts and run all the way back to your apartment, naked. Do this and I will believe your boast that you will do anything for me, that you truly are subservient."

John was taken aback at this suggestion but his desire to please Carrie burned so strongly that he agreed at once. If it meant being hers, under her care, he would obey. 

Carrie passed him his trainers and, otherwise naked having removed his shorts once again, he crouched down and tied them up. He then headed for the stairs. Carrie said, "Phone me from your land-line when you arrive home. Then I know you have completed this little mission and we can really start our new lives. I will watch you set off from the balcony." John nodded that he understood and then went down to the beach level. 

He paused for a moment, suddenly aware of a cold sweat forming all over him. As he reached for the door handle he already doubted his ability to cope with the challenge. There would be families and people out walking their dogs, as well as the usual groups of surfers and other beach sports fanatics. 

There could well be people who knew him from work or the gym. Then he thought of Carrie and what she was potentially offering him, the life of a submissive to a beautiful young woman who possessed every attribute he found sexy and beautiful. 

Upstairs he heard Carrie slide the windows to the balcony open and he knew he had to do it, if only to please her. Gripping the door handle nervously, John pulled it open and stepped, naked, onto the beach. No one was in view and he began to run, glancing up to see Carrie watching him from the balcony. 

He had run only a few hundred metres when, rounding the rocks at the bottom of a cliff which jutted onto the beach, he almost ran straight into an elderly couple who had, until that moment, been enjoying a quiet stroll by the waterside. 

Seeing him, the woman shrieked and her husband let out a gasp of surprise before both of them glared accusingly at John. He had stopped to apologise for running in to them and realised this was only making matters worse. The man tried to obscure John's naked form from his wife's view while she complained bitterly at the disgusting behaviour of the young these days. 

John glanced further along the beach to see, as he had thought, families and groups of people everywhere. He panicked and before he knew it, he was sprinting headlong towards the safety of Carrie's beach house. Once inside he skulked up the steps to the living room, to find Carrie waiting for him, a very disappointed expression on her face. 

Without saying a word she passed John his Under Armour and his running shorts and then turned away from him as he dressed. 

"I am very disappointed with you John," she said at last as he completed his dressing. "You promised to do anything I asked and at the first hurdle, you fell. I didn't ask this of you because it was easy, but because it was difficult. Despite this I truly believed you would go through with it. Now I don't think I can trust you. You are obviously not the sub I want or need." 

"If being subservient is only for tasks you approve of," she continued, "you need another kind of Mistress, one who has much lower standards than I do." Tears formed in John's eyes as he pleaded with Carrie to ask anything else of him. 

He fell to his knees and begged for her forgiveness. He could see she was not only disappointed, but actually hurt. He had been right that a kind of bond, trust, maybe even love had formed between them, and now he had crushed this in its early life. 

When finally he quietened down she said, tears trickling down her face, "You must go home now. I don't think you can stay here. I need to begin my search for a sub again; you will have to make your life without me. Please leave, go to your home, and carry on with your life. I am sure you will find happiness somewhere else."

John knew it was useless to argue. She turned away from him and went upstairs, to the other rooms. He looked around the beautiful sitting room he had come to adore for its proximity to Carrie and then walked slowly down stairs and on to the beach.

It took him four hours to get home. In that time the weather changed and John found himself drenched by a sea fret which had obscured the sun and turned the whole world to a dull grey. It really was an example of pathetic fallacy, chiming perfectly with his state of mind and the trajectory of his life. 

He felt strange too because he was now limp, his penis no longer stimulated by the beauty of Carrie or the possibilities she had offered. So it was, that approaching the flats where he lived, he was shocked to find all of his possessions on the driveway where his car had been standing before he met up with Carrie on the Friday night. 

Everything, from clothes to television, was soaked by the drizzle and rain which had come in off the sea. Lamely he tried to unlock the front door to find out what was happening. His key no longer fitted the lock. He couldn't even get into the building, let alone his flat. 

Going back to his worldly goods, John noticed an envelope taped to the front of one of his suitcases. He pulled it off and opened it to find a note from his employer. It complained bitterly about his performance the previous week at work. It hinted at disgraceful scenes reported to the boss from his parents who had bumped into John on the beach earlier that day. It finished with a declaration that he no longer had a job, his company car was gone and the flat he had lived in was back in the possession of his boss who was the landlord anyway. 

John had gone from almost sublime happiness and erotic excitement, to complete failure and homelessness in the course of a few hours. Feeling completely dejected, he kicked the pile of belongings savagely and then wandered aimlessly into town. He had nowhere to live, no transport and pretty much everything he owned was being ruined by the rain, even as he contemplated how his life had changed. 

Wondering what to do, he decided to call on pretty much the only friend he had in the town, a work colleague who had introduced him to the gym some months ago. As he approached the house where he lived, John noticed that the place looked deserted. 

He peered through the windows to see that the rooms were empty. Even the carpets had gone. Now he really was friendless and alone. If he had only stayed in his home town and taken a lower paid job, none of this would ever have happened. 

He continued to wander aimlessly around the town, looking a little out of place in his running gear, drenched and cold in the summer rain. Eventually he headed back to his former home. It occurred to him that his wallet must be in that pile of stuff. He could at least find a room to stay the night. 

When John arrived back 'home', he found his belongings scattered across the parking spaces. The television had gone and most of the other items were missing, broken or ruined by the rain. He scrambled about in the dim light of evening looking for his wallet, but it was nowhere to be found. He didn't have any means of identifying himself, let alone buying a meal or a place to sleep. 




Carrie and John Pt. 03



At this point he should have started blaming Carrie and her irrational demands for all this disaster which had befallen him. John didn't, however. He blamed himself. He was ever clearer about the opportunity he had trashed by giving up on the mission she had set him. Pictures of her beautiful, toned body and stunning face floated through his exhausted and distraught mind. 

He was really cold now, actually shivering and he aimed for the centre of town to try and mingle with the tourists and try to get some warmth into his body. The rain continued to pour, harder now, as John began to stumble down through the restaurant district of town.

Looking up from the puddles which covered the pavements, he spotted a beautiful red Ferrari. He looked again and realised that it belonged to Carrie, the very car he had seen in her garage when they went cycling. It was parked outside a very expensive restaurant with huge, plate glass windows which proudly displayed the wealthy diners and the exotic dishes they were eating. 

Like a child who was lost, John turned and looked through the rain smeared windows and, as his eyes became accustomed to looking through the reflections of the street lamps outside, he caught sight of Carrie. 

She was sitting opposite an older man who exuded wealth and confidence. He was also, John thought miserably, very handsome. Carrie looked amazing in a short, off the shoulder black dress which sparkled with what may well have been real diamonds. She wore high heeled shoes and her legs, tanned and toned, gleamed in the soft light of the restaurant. Both she and the mystery man were deep in conversation. 

It was some while before she glanced towards the window and an almost imperceptible expression of sorrow passed over her face as she saw John. It was like someone seeing the ghost of a loved one who has only recently died. 

Shaking almost uncontrollably with cold, wet and emotion, John fell to his knees. He lifted his hands to his heart in a soundless expression of pleading. Carrie held his gaze for a moment and then went on with her meal, almost as if nothing had happened. The man she was with noticed nothing. 

A few moments later a pair of burly waiters came out of the restaurant and hauled John to his feet. They pushed him roughly into the street and he staggered, blinded by rain, tears and an unbearable sense of loss. A bright light seemed to rush towards him and he heard a shout of anguish from one of the waiters. The next thing he knew he was sent flying by the bumper of a car which had swerved to narrowly miss running him down completely. 

He was thrown onto the pavement and was briefly aware of a sharp pain in his right leg and a dull ache all over the rest of his body, before he fell unconscious.



Carrie and John Pt. 04



He didn't realise it, but John was out cold for a couple of hours. When he awoke he was lying in what appeared to be a private hospital ward which held only the bed he rested on. Trying to sit up, he realised he still ached, that memory at least was real. A surge of panic then spread over him as he realised he had no means to pay for his stay in this obviously expensive medical facility. Once again, despair swept over him.

Shortly after waking up a nurse tended to him. "You have only bruising and some superficial wounds," she informed him. "You will be able to leave in the morning. It is midnight now and you really should be getting some rest."

"I can't pay for all this, you know," he said miserably as the nurse turned to leave the room.

"You don't need to," she said over her shoulder as she opened the door to leave, "Carrie is taking care of the bill."

A sudden buzz of excitement rushed through John as he heard Carrie's name again. She must have seen the accident and organised for his treatment. He lay back, ignoring the aches and pains. It was some time before he slept as the possibilities of meeting Carrie again or of being in her debt swirled around his mind.

In the morning, when he awoke, John ate a small breakfast and was given the opportunity to shower and get dressed, ready to check out. He was handed his running gear, which although it had been cleaned, looked as though it had seen better days. 

Depressingly for John, he realised this was pretty much everything he owned in the world and he was about to leave a hospital with nowhere to actually go. He didn't even have access to any money. He sat down on a chair by the bed to ponder his dilemma when the door opened and, looking up, he saw Carrie. She was dressed in pale blue, skinny jeans and a grey hoody. John's heart melted at the sight of her, she was achingly beautiful and he had been so stupid to refuse, especially as now she had come to his rescue. 

She sat down close to him on the edge of the bed, her face serious. She actually looked a little relieved to see he was okay, but there was a sadness about her too which John had only seen that time he returned from the beach, only to be told by her that she would not see him again.

"John, are you feeling okay?" she asked him quietly. John quickly told her about his aches and pains but then spilled into profuse thanks for her kindness and another desperately humble apology for having let her down. She stopped him by holding up her hand. "You are alive, that is the main thing. I heard about what your boss did and realise that you have nowhere to go. I really want to ask you to come back to my place, but I think this time it will have to be entirely on my terms. I don't see you have anything to bargain with!"

"I will do anything you ask," he replied. "I know I said that before, but I really have learnt my lesson. I'll run, or rather hobble, all around this hospital naked if you ask me to!"

"You hurt me a great deal when you refused me John," she said, once again a tear trickling from her eye. "My deepest desire is to be your Mistress and to have you as my sub. But for that to happen there has to be complete trust on both sides and total obedience from yours. I won't compromise again, do you understand?" There was such hope building inside of him, that John could only nod his agreement. 

Tears now coursed down his cheeks, as he realised how lucky that accident had been. He was determined not to fail her again, he really would do anything. As a warm glow of joy flooded through him, John realised that he was hard again. Despite the simple, everyday way she was dressed, Carrie still looked prettier and sexier than any woman he had ever known.

"You need to understand that what I am about to offer you is non-negotiable and there will be no turning back from it. Even if you change your mind, you will no longer have a say over what happens to you. I want us to be together but you will truly be my slave. You will have no rights beyond those I might afford a pet dog, do you understand?" 

Again John nodded, working hard to come to terms with his ever changing fortunes. "I have a doctor friend here," she continued, "who has agreed to inject you with drugs which will effectively put you into suspended animation. It works by slowing your breathing and heart rate to such a point that any observer, even a trained nurse, will think you dead. The story will be that your concussion must have been more serious than first thought and you will be proclaimed dead. He will organise a fake autopsy report and sign your Death Certificate. According to the outside world you will be dead!" 

John looked amazed at what she was saying, but the softness of her voice and her determination to take him back, despite everything, mesmerised him. Continuing, she said, "Your boss, who is full of remorse at the moment, will organise and pay for your funeral at the local cemetery. Your work colleagues will have seen you lying in the coffin and the Undertaker will have fitted the lid. Everyone will be convinced you are dead. What they will not see is that I will remove you from the coffin overnight, before the funeral, putting the body of a local vagrant who died yesterday and is about your size, in to replace you."

"That's quite a plan," John said, "but if it works and I can be yours, I'll do anything."

"Yes John, but be clear about the consequences before you agree to this. It will mean you are officially dead. You will owe your very existence to me. No one will ever look for you again, you will have no one but me to turn to and if you did escape from my control, you would be similar to an illegal immigrant. Once you are 'dead' my friends will erase any image of you that has ever been held by any authority, website or friend. You will genuinely cease to exist!" 

This was quite a shocking thought, but the alternative was to be without Carrie and he did not want to go through that agony again but before he could agree to her plan, Carrie went on further. "We had a lovely time at my beach house John, before you spoiled it. But it would not have stayed that way. When I say you will be my slave, I really mean it. You will suffer pain, humiliation and anything I choose to do with you. It will be hard work and, although there will be rewards, you will have to prove yourself every time, before you get them."

Pausing for this to sink in, she then continued. "Remember, you will not really exist. You will have no rights, certainly no freedom at all and your whole being will need to be completely focused on pleasing me, no matter what I ask. It will be everyday and at times extremely challenging for you, both physically and mentally. It won't be a game with nice frilly edges. This will be the hardest thing you have ever done. But if you truly are a submissive, you will gain a kind of fulfilment through it. Also, no matter what I do to you, you will have my love for, despite my better judgment, I have fallen in love with you John. It's just my way of showing love, is very different from that of a romantic novel!"

Just to hear that Carrie loved him was enough for John to go through with the plan. He almost came as she described his lack of freedom and how much she loved him. It did not occur to him that he might have a choice. He wanted to be hers, no matter what.  

On agreeing, and Carrie made triple sure he really meant it, for her there was no delight in having a slave who didn't really want it, she ordered him back into his hospital gown and said the doctor would be in to see him shortly. She kissed him gently on the lips and then turned and left without a backward glance. Inside her heart there was again the warm glow which John gave her. But more than that, she felt a wave of sexual excitement. She had wanted a slave for so long and soon she would have one. John had proven to be more than loyal and she knew he was aroused just at the thought of her which was something she really enjoyed. He had let her down, but in a way she had expected him to. 

It had been her phone calls which had caused John to lose his job, car and home. She had expected him to spot her Ferrari outside the restaurant. The only thing which had not been planned was his accident, but even that was going to work out for the good. If John actually ceased to exist, she would have total possession of him and he would truly be her slave. She wanted no pretence and now she would have none. 

It had broken her heart to see his pathetic figure at the window of the eatery. It really had scared her as she watched him thrown through the air by the careless driver who was going too fast. She had left the restaurant and arrived at John's crumpled form, faster than anyone else, even the waiters who had pushed him in the first place. She had immediately taken charge of the situation and of John's future. 

As she walked back from the hospital to her car, she realised how wet she was at the thought of her own human toy. Before getting into the driving seat, Carrie made a call to her Mistress. She was so aroused, and John would not be available for a few days, she knew she needed to be a slave herself again, for a time. She really wanted Mistress to punish her and really push her to the edge. It would mark the ending of one life and the beginning of a new one. Not just John's, but hers too. 

It was while Carrie was making her call, that the doctor came in and spoke to John. He arranged to come back later in the day when the nursing shifts were changing over. That way he would be able to inject John with two chemicals. The first would simulate a massive seizure. This, he told John, would be downright scary for him and he would have to trust the doctor that everything would be alright. 

The second chemical would be injected instead of medicine when the doctor came to 'save him' from the seizure. It would be this that initially would seem to heal him but would then put him into the almost dead like state Carrie had described. He would then be pronounced dead and taken to the morgue where he would be prepared for burial. John should expect to be unconscious for several days whilst his body was displayed at a wake and the swap prior to the burial took place. He would wake up in the possession of Carrie, something which pushed his fears about the next few days to one side. Anything was worth being with Carrie!

As arranged, the doctor returned later in the day and quickly, efficiently injected John before speedily leaving so he could return when the alarm was sounded and inject him again. It was a few minutes before anything happened. Then John's whole body involuntarily went rigid and he began to foam at the mouth. His nurse had just come on duty and John was vaguely aware of her calling the doctor who then injected him. He felt his body, by now in agony with a whole body cramp, begin to relax and within moments John blacked out. 

He no memory of the next few days; Carrie, on the other hand, was pushed further by her Mistress than she had ever been. Whipped, chained, suffocated, filled with huge butt plugs and dildos and made to cum harder and for longer than she could ever remember. Deep into the moments of pain her Mistress inflicted on her, Carrie realised that her excitement and high level of arousal were in part due to the thought of having her own slave soon. She couldn't wait. She relished every punishment, every chain, every second without air or freedom, knowing it would soon be her turn to inflict these on John. He would suffer for her and his suffering would be great, because her love for him was growing. 

John awoke in the same silken bed he had slept in when staying with Carrie before. He ached all over and had a real need for a drink of water. After a few minutes of orientating himself, he managed to sit up and saw a glass of water by the bed. He drank this down in one and began to feel a little better. Carrie came in at this point and smiled at him. She was again dressed in jeans and hoodie and looked unbearably cute to John who was hard in seconds. 

She sat on the side of the bed and informed him the water he had just drunk would knock him out until the evening. She explained that it was currently the morning and she would be out for the day. They would talk when she returned, but for now, she told him he needed rest to recover from the powerful drug he had been given and to finish the healing of his bruises, which had almost completely gone. She leant over him, a hand on either side of his shoulders, and gave him a deep, long kiss at the end of which, he was drifting into a very relaxing sleep. 

It was getting dark outside when he awoke again and this time he managed to get out of bed and go into the en suite to relieve himself. He felt a little unsteady, but much better than he had in the morning. He had found himself to be wearing the cycling outfit which she had given him on his last visit. He realised now, of course, that she had fetishes which chimed with his own love of Lycra and synthetic sportswear. Pulling the shorts back over his erection after going to the toilet, he felt very sexy indeed. But he was also apprehensive. After all, Carrie had warned him that being her 'slave' was not going to be easy and he would have to be obedient from now on, if he was to please her. Yet that was his deepest wish, to please Carrie and obey her. He felt a strong need for this, deep inside him and the outward expression of this was his cock, hard and close to orgasm. 

Carrie called to him from the sitting room to go and shower. She would leave more appropriate clothing out for him. He was then to join her upstairs, in the garden room. He was happy to get clean and relished the warmth of the shower. He was amazed to see his wounds and the dark bruises on his body completely gone. The warm water washed away the last of his aches and pains leaving him feeling refreshed and ready to see Carrie again.

When he entered the bedroom, a beautiful pair Adidas Adizero split, 3 inch running shorts lay waiting for him on the bed. They were a smooth grey with black mesh side panels. Their inner brief had, of course, been removed. John pulled them on slowly, enjoying the moment, and then tightened the cord after ensuring they were fitting properly. 

His erection pushed up the fabric at the front and he felt very sexy and vulnerable, once again. Their shortness meant he was barely covered and he could hardly keep his hands off the fabric as he relished its lightness and smoothness. They felt great on his skin and fluttered a little over his buttocks in a way which was very arousing indeed as he walked around the room. 

Nothing had been put out for him to wear on top, so he quietly left the room and ventured upstairs to the garden room. There he found Carrie sitting on a comfortable sofa to which she motioned for him to sit next to her. Before he sat down Carrie stopped him and carefully adjusted his shorts. She ran a hand over his backside and gently stroked his erection through the smooth fabric. 

This was almost too much for John and he gritted his teeth to prevent him from cumming all over his new clothes. She only stroked him for a few moments, seeming to enjoy touching him so intimately at last, before she allowed him to sit down. John was careful to make sure his shorts did not wrinkle or ride up too far as he sat down and Carrie looked approvingly at him for this, it was a care for appearance which she approved of. 

"Now you are feeling better," she said, "we have time to talk and begin preparing you for slavery. Be very clear, you no longer exist, as far as the world is concerned, you are dead." John nodded as she spoke, it was sinking in quickly how cut off from his past he was. It scared him but also felt very liberating at the same time. "You owe everything to me," Carrie continued, "without me, you would be a homeless bum by now."

"I am so grateful," John whispered, "I know I don't deserve your attention at all, after I failed you on the beach. I still don't know why you wish to bother with me; compared to you I am so ordinary. You are so fit and beautiful, way beyond anyone I could dream of caring for me."

"All of this is true," she replied bluntly, "but I feel a growing love for you John. You are in my heart and I don't ever want to lose you!" John was completely blown away at this. She actually loved him. Waves of deep emotion driven by the conflicting sexual and emotional needs within him burst to the surface and he broke down completely in front of her. Carrie edged closer to him on the sofa and actually cradled him in her arms. She stroked his hair and gently whispered her love to him until he was able to really believe what she was saying. He felt so unworthy of her and so worthless, and yet this amazing girl was determined to love him.

Once John had recovered his composure, she pulled away from him a little and continued her explanation of his situation. "My idea of love is not the same as most people's," she said. "I believe that deep within you John is a strong desire to be dominated and to be completely obedient to someone. That someone is now me, a situation you can do nothing to change. I want you to be clear about a few essential things, so I need to know you are really listening to me and paying attention!"

John quietly moved off the sofa and sat on his knees, facing her at her feet. His face showed Carrie that he was not only listening, but also showing his sub nature, his desire to be dominated and owned. "You will no longer have a name," she went on, "but from now on you will be known as Slave or Male, perhaps sometimes as 'Male Slave'. You will have no freedom at all except for occasional treats for pleasing me completely and excelling at whatever I ask of you. Your entire being, mind and body belong to me. I can, and will, do anything with you I please. You cannot reason with me and you cannot beg unless I ask you to. You will address me only as 'Mistress' and I will punish you severely if I ever hear you using my name again. Any disobedience, however slight, will also lead to punishment you will regret and want to avoid again. Am I making myself clear so far?"

"Yes Mistress," John replied, a thrill running through him as a life time ambition to be submissive was expressed in that phrase. 

"Good," she said quietly, looking at him intently. "Now I want you to listen closely to what I am going to say to you now, it is really important." John nodded as she paused for him. "I am not happy with the condition of your body, Slave. I work hard to be as fit as I am and I know it turns you on to see me like this. In return I expect you to do the same. You will be put on a fitness regime which will get progressively tougher. I want you physically very fit; real cardiovascular fitness. But I also want eye candy that turns me on just to look at you so I want a really defined six-pack. I want your legs, arms, shoulders and butt to be strongly muscled and toned. Do you understand?" 

Again John nodded, although inside his natural laziness quaked at the thought of a fitness regime which would do all that. Carrie continued, "I will incentivise you through targets. Meet these fitness targets and I will reward you sexually. Fail to meet the targets and you will be punished severely and you will not receive sexual pleasure. I am also aware that all that wanking you've done has given you a 0 to cum time of only a few seconds. We will have to work hard to give you control. If you are making love to me, I want you to go on for hours, not seconds!" 

John's eyes were wide at this and he had to work hard to resist cumming again, the thought of making love to Carrie was almost overwhelming and he became even harder as a result. "I also wish to modify your body in some ways, to improve the look and feel of you, but we will talk about these things for another time. Although you have no choice in what I will do to you, I do think you should be informed." 




Carrie and John Pt. 04



Carrie then stood up and ordered John to his feet. "You cannot be seen at any time for fear of causing suspicion," she warned, "I intend to move you to another place where no one will find you, but for the moment we are in the beach house and you must be careful not to be noticed. Follow me and I will take you to a room you have not seen before."



Carrie and John Pt. 05



John followed Carrie out of the Garden Room and up the stairs to one of the doors which had remained locked on his previous visit. Carrie used a finger print reader to unlock the room and led her new slave quietly inside. It was a large room, floor, ceiling and walls all covered in a shiny white, hard rubber which gleamed in the bright lighting. At the far end of this windowless space, a shiny metal cage stood and in the centre of the room a large metal X frame. A locked cupboard, almost a walk in wardrobe, took up most of one of the side walls and various other pieces of shiny metal equipment stood around the space, including a toilet. 

The far end of the room was set up as a wet room with shower heads and a couple of white towels. "This is your accommodation for now, until I can arrange for your shipment to a more suitable location. You may not leave this room again, unless I say so. In fact, there is nothing you will now do without my permission, including going to the toilet. I think it would be good for you to start getting used to your new life immediately. This is all the introduction you are going to get."

John turned to her and quietly said, "Yes Mistress." His heart soared as he saw this pleased her, but he was feeling somewhat overwhelmed with the cold reality of slavery which Carrie had revealed to him in the last half-hour. When she had said in the hospital that it was not a game, she had obviously really meant it. John was realising that the days of sleeping in silken beds and going running with her were over. He had asked to be submissive and now he really was going to have to be.

"Remove your shorts and hand them to me," she ordered. John quickly untied the waist cord and slipped the lovely little shorts off. He stood, hard and naked, before her in the full glare of that white, bright room. "Now go to the toilet," she said, "you will not get the opportunity again for some time." John walked over to the toilet and realised he would have to sit down to urinate. He was so hard he would not be able to aim successfully otherwise. He found this embarrassing, all the more so because his Mistress watched his every move. It took him a while to get going and he was relieved when it was all over. Standing up, he went to the metal sink and carefully washed his hands, drying them on a hand towel nearby, before presenting himself to her again.

Meanwhile, Carrie had opened the large cupboard to reveal all sorts of bondage equipment, chains, whips and cuffs. Enough to make John's eyes water! She took out four shiny metal cuffs, lined with soft latex inside. Each had a metal ring attached to it and each cuff was hinged along one side. They appeared to have screws all along one of the open edges with corresponding holes on the other open edge. John stood still as she opened one of the cuffs up and placed it around his leg, just above his ankle. She then went back to the cupboard and produced a motorised screw driver which she used to tighten the screws up with. There were six screws on each cuff and once tightened, the item fitted snugly to his leg. She repeated this operation on his other leg and then on both of his wrists. "The heads of these screws are unique to this screwdriver so only I will be able to remove them from you," she stated firmly.

John looked at the shiny wrist and ankle cuffs and felt an odd mixture of fear and delight. How often had he wanked himself senseless over the thought of being bound? But reality was a bit of a wake up call, he knew this life would take some getting used to, no matter how much he wanted or needed it. 

Carrie led him then over to the X frame. The metal rings on his ankle cuffs were placed at the back and she locked these to the frame using large padlocks. The rings on his wrist cuffs were in line with the back of his hands so when he put his arms up as ordered to do, the rings touched the metal of the X frame behind him. Once again, Carrie padlocked these to the frame too. For the first time ever in his life, John was truly immobilised through bondage. He could not escape from those locks and for the first time he was genuinely not in charge of what happened to him. His cock throbbed with delight. Something deep within him almost made him moan with pleasure. This was what he had needed, wanted for a lifetime. This is what he was made for. He really was meant to be locked up in this way.

Carrie once again went to the cupboard and this time came back with a waist belt which worked in a similar way to the cuffs. She placed it just above John's hips and screwed it tight. A metal ring at the back was then padlocked to the centre of the frame. Thinking she was now finished, John was surprised when Carrie returned from the cupboard again, this time with a matching metal collar which she fitted and screwed tight like the rest. This had metal hoops at both sides, above his shoulders, at his throat and at the back. She padlocked the back loop to a projecting part of the X frame which came up from its centre for this very purpose. John really was completely immobilised. The tightness of the collar and its padlocking to the frame meant he could no longer tilt or turn his head by much. 

"You look very sexy indeed," Carrie said to him. I feel completely over dressed in these jeans. I will go away and get changed, then we will continue." She walked quietly out of the room, the door closing softly behind her with a click from the locking mechanism. John was not uncomfortable, but he was completely fixed in place. He felt frustrated that he could not rub himself. He so wanted to cum, but now he was entirely at her mercy. This thought made him feel even more desire and, as a result, frustration. He was given opportunity to really contemplate his situation when the lights automatically switched off after a couple of minutes. The room was in complete, impenetrable darkness, something which focused John even more on his own body and the feelings and thoughts rushing through him. 

It seemed ages before Carrie returned. First he heard the door open and then the lights came on again. She was wearing an incredibly shiny, bright blue, latex mini dress. The garment barely covered her tush and the front was designed to show off her beautiful cleavage. It was so tight, every bit of her tone was on display, her body's sexy muscularity revealed through the shiny material. 

John's penis bobbed with pleasure at the sight of her. He began to pant a little as the testosterone and sex hormones surged through his body. His balls ached with semen waiting to cum. Carrie, of course, noticed the bobbing, the breathing and the sheen of sweat which had covered her slave. She herself felt so sexy dressed like this, with her very own slave to play with and torture. Her Mistress had taught her what it felt like as a woman to be in his position. But she had also gone further and explained how a man would be affected, how his inner drive to impale the female on his cock and to pump her, drive into her, would be almost too much to take when rendered helpless as John was now. 

Going back to the cupboard, Carrie reached in and produced a medium sized ball gag. It was black, to contrast with the whiteness of the room. She might as well turn her slave into art, if he was to be bound for her. Ordering John to open his mouth wide, she pushed it firmly behind his teeth and then tightened the rubber strap behind his head. As she became more and more aroused, Carrie became stricter. She knew what John was feeling and she strongly believed he would feel even more if she was really firm with him. Furthermore, being cruel made her feel even more aroused. It was a circle which she knew could make it harder for John but more pleasurable for her, each further torture of him bringing her more pleasure which in turn drove her to be tougher with him than before. 

As a result of this, she reached for the rubber strap holding the ball gag in place and tightened it a further two notches. This applied a very firm pressure to John's mouth, head and jaw. The look of discomfort in his eyes delighted her. She then walked away from him, slowly and sexily sashaying as she did so. When in his full view, back turned to him, she bent down at the waist, as if to touch her toes. This revealed her perfect bottom and the small patch of blue latex which covered her sex before turning to latex string between her buttocks. John was mesmerized. 

He had never felt so much sexual drive in his body before. He began to struggle with his bonds, desperate to get to her, to relieve himself inside her. Carrie wanted more than to tantalise him when she reached down, however. She actually picked up his Adidas shorts and walked back towards him, holding them up for him to see. 

Standing in his full view she then began to tighten the shorts and bunch up the waist band as much as possible to reveal as much of the waist cord as she could. In the end she had at least 30 cm of cord showing. "Now let's use this to bind that little cock and those sweet little balls of yours," she said. John could not look down, but he soon felt Carrie pulling the shorts so the waistband hung just behind his balls. She then wrapped the cord around the base of his penis and pulled it very tight indeed. Tying a single knot, she then wrapped the cord around the top of his scrotum, where it was attached to his body, and again pulled it very tight with a single knot. Finally she crossed the two ends of the cord over, pulled them savagely between his two balls and then tied it off at the base of his penis, this time with a double knot. 

John could feel the tightness around his genitals and almost immediately he felt a further hardening of his cock. Visually he could not see that his scrotum had been made into a tight ball by the first knot and then his balls split apart by the last tie off. The tightness around the shaft of his penis allowed more blood in than out which caused its head to swell and for his foreskin to pull back someway to accommodate the increase in width. It did make his member a little numb, but was stimulating and sexy at the same time. 

To Carrie it turned him into a work of art she couldn't keep her eyes off. She really had to restrain herself to avoid finding more cords and binding him even harder. She loved the swelling of his cock head and wished she had pulled his foreskin back first so she could really see the effect. She would remember that one for the future! There were just a few finishing touches she wanted to do before she went off to watch him on the screen in her bedroom and masturbate herself senseless. That was partly what he was for wasn't it? 

She went back to the cupboard and came back with a short length of shiny chain and a kilogram weight. She looped the chain over the scrunched up shorts as they hung behind John's balls and attached the weight to the two open ends, using another padlock. She then let it go and watched John's face as he absorbed the weight now pulling down on his genitals. The inside of Carrie's latex thong was soaked with her juices as she watched his penis move from its near vertical position, to one pointing straight out from his body, just a slight upward tilt to it as the weight pulled downwards. She had always wanted to do this to a man and in her mind she decided there and then that she liked the visual effect and the discomfort it gave John. "He had better get used to weights!" she thought to herself.

Finally, before retiring to her bedroom, Carrie moved to a remote control, which operated the various hydraulics used to adjust the positioning of the X frame. First she made the frame into a much wider X shape; it had been quite upright when John was first attached to it. This spread his legs and arms much wider, into a perfect letter X. She then operated a second control which moved the attachments on the arm and leg sections away from the centre. This had the effect of stretching John's arms and legs in opposite directions. It also caused his body to be tensioned, showing his ribs and stretching his abdomen. She only stretched him a little, he would need to get used to this soon too, but for now she would be gentle. No matter, it was bound to be very uncomfortable over time, for a novice like John. 

"I will leave you now, to enjoy this position. You look beautiful, very erotic," she said. Carrie bent forward a little and gently kissed the end of John's penis, her tongue circling the part which protruded through the slightly pulled back foreskin. She tasted his wonderful saltiness, but knew he had not earned that sort of pleasure yet, so she kissed him once more and then pulled back. 

Without another word, Carrie sashayed out of the room, adjusting the lighting so that John alone was spot lit from all angles, his stretched, weighted, bound body, sweat gleaming, on full view to her video cameras, hidden all over the room. Going to her bedroom, she switched on a huge flat screen TV which covered the wall at the foot of her bed. Lying back on the silk sheets, her fingers slipped in to the top of her thong and she began to pleasure herself, enjoying the sight of her slave as he hung helpless on the frame. She played with herself for several beautiful minutes, her breathing and heart rate increasing. Eventually she came, screaming with pleasure. 

As Carrie came down from her powerful orgasm, she almost immediately felt the desire to do it all again. She had succeeded in making her own slave. He wanted her more than anything in the world and was hers to do with as she pleased. He had no rights and she would not afford him any. He was both worthless and adorable at the same time. She loved him for his pathetic submission and his loyalty to her. Her fingers began to rub her clitoris again as she thought of how there was nothing, nothing at all stopping her expressing her love in the dominating and painful ways in which she wanted to. 

She would make her slave endure all sorts of suffering, but she would also ensure that he begged for more each time, that he knew that only by submitting to anything she asked, was he ever likely to please her. She came again as the cameras zoomed in to look at John's stretched balls and tightly bound cock. Despite the discomfort he was in, he was still hard. Carrie decided to shower, change for bed and sleep a while, before releasing John. She wanted him to suffer. The more he suffered, the more he would be experiencing her rather unusual expression of love!

As for John, he was in a place which seemed to divide equally between Heaven and Hell. The longer he remained bound to the frame, the more discomfort and pain he felt. His arms and shoulders were particularly painful, as were his testicles, weighed down by the kilogram of metal and tightly bound by the cords of his shorts. But despite these agonies, he felt truly fulfilled, his body subject to the whims of the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, to be her property. This was a joy which burned more brightly than the bondage weighed him down. If she was there and he was free to speak, he would beg her to double the weight, to tie him more tightly, to stretch the frame further. If it pleased her, he had to do it. 

An almost mad desire to be hurt, to be humiliated filled him as he thought of her and the quiet, kind, commanding way she had controlled him. She seemed, more than ever before, to be almost a holy being he was not worthy to touch. Any fantasies he had once had of penetrating her, of pumping her or of her using her mouth on him, seemed like sinful, unworthy ideas. If she ever let him caress her or make love to her, he would feel his highest ambition had been achieved. Even as his body cried out for release, John's love for Carrie grew ever greater and more sacrificial.

Carrie had slept for longer than she intended. John had been on the frame for hours and she rolled out of bed quickly when she saw the time. His form, stretched and bound stilled glowed at her from the huge screen. Tears trickled down his face and his expression showed the severe discomfort he was now in. Yet, despite this, his penis was still hard and as swollen as ever in its binds. A glow of pride flushed through Carrie, he was pleasing her even now, so early on in his new life. She pulled off her nightwear and dressed in her one piece, red swimsuit with the high legs. The smooth, shiny material would drive him crazy and she needed to shower him before locking him up for the remainder of the night. 

In fact, time would mean nothing to John as he was unaware of natural daylight. She could make him sleep at anytime which suited with her life. If he was up all night and slept all day he would not know the difference. It was important to her that he lost contact with the natural cycle of day and night. She wanted him to depend on her for everything, including when it was time to sleep or to be awake.

John watched Carrie as she walked purposefully into his cell. Despite the pain he was in, he could not avoid noting to himself how sexy and beautiful she looked. Her swimsuit was cut in a way which emphasised her bust and the flat, muscled abdomen, her pert backside and strong shoulders and arms. At the front it even had a short zip, which allowed Carrie to reveal a little more or less of her cleavage. Zipped up to the top, her body would look sleek and purposeful. Unzipped, she looked sexy and flirtatious. As she came in, she was unzipped. 

Pressing buttons on the remote control Carrie was obviously releasing the tension on his body as he felt the pull on his arms and legs lessen. Slowly, the X frame became more upright so that John's feet faced the ground and his arms pointed straight up. This meant Carrie had to press lightly against him as she reached up to undo the padlocks at his wrists. The feeling of her so close almost pushed John over the edge. His tortured penis, quite numb from the tight bindings but still ready to pop, rubbed against the smooth material which stretched across her gorgeous abdomen. 

He followed her instructions, bringing his arms slowly to his sides as she undid the padlocks at his waist, neck and ankles. He staggered slightly, legs stiff, as she led him away from the frame and the weight between his legs pulled and stretched his balls as it swung back and forth with his movements. Leaving him standing for a moment, Carrie went to the cupboard and returned with a 30 cm chain and a pair of solid handcuffs. 

"Put your wrists behind your back," she ordered and then clicked the handcuffs tightly to his wrists, preventing any movement of his hands. She then crouched down, looking up at him provocatively as she clipped the chain to his ankle cuffs. Remaining in her crouched position, Carrie then slowly and meticulously undid the cord which bound his cock and balls. She undid the weight and John felt enormous relief run through him as the blood began to flow freely once more. 

Carrie then led him to the wet room end of the cell and ordered him to raise his hands, behind his back, as high as he could. John had little strength in his arm then and raised them a little. Carrie disappeared behind him for a moment and he felt her hooking a chain, which hung down from the ceiling, to the centre of the cuffs. Reaching for the remote again, Carrie then pressed a button which caused the chain to slowly retract into the ceiling. This pulled John's arms up behind him until he was on his tiptoes and leaning forwards. Almost his full weight was on his arms which were stretched out behind him at an angle which set his shoulders on fire with pain. Any further up and he would have suffered real damage. 

"Now you are safely chained up," she purred, "I'm going to shower you. Water then splashed from the shower head above John, cold at first but then warming up. Carrie produced a bottle of shower gel and a wonderfully soft sponge and slowly, caressing every inch of him, she washed John's body. The pain in his shoulders was so severe that John had to really concentrate all his energy on standing still and not losing his balance. The touch of the sponge and the sight of Carrie as she also became wet added a strange, almost surreal sexual sweetness to his agony. Her swimsuit became quite translucent as it became wet, revealing her perfect body almost fully to him. 




Carrie and John Pt. 05



Despite his submissive desires, John could not help longing to reach out and touch those perfect breasts, to run his fingers between her legs and over her sex. He could see himself gripping her buttocks and pulling her in to him. It was clear that Carrie had a pretty good idea of what was going through his head as she moved so sexily, so provocatively around him. Her lips almost touched his cock as she stroked it clean with the sponge and gently pummelled his balls with the soft sponge. Oh how he wanted to cum; but pain and a strong urge to please Carrie, prevented him. 

By the time he had been towelled dry, John's arms were in such pain that he could not imagine anything worse. At last she reached for the control and slowly lengthened the chain to allow his hands to once again rest against his bottom. Carrie remained resplendently wet, her body shimmering through the semi-transparent material of her swimsuit. John was, as always in her presence, hard. "You are pleasing me with your hardness Slave," she said. You have given me great pleasure since this episode of your life began some hours ago. Now you will sleep, but when you awaken, I will reward you." 

She led him over to the small cage which stood in the cell. Bending over, in full view of John, she took her time to unlock the entrance and swing it open. "I am afraid that this is a very small cage," she apologised, "but it is good enough for a new slave. You will earn better sleeping quarters through the pain you take and the pleasure you give me. I would love you to wear a little pair of unlined shorts, but you need to earn those too," she whispered. John quivered at the thought of a silky pair of running shorts, but he accepted her analysis of the situation. 

She motioned him to his knees and then he had the tricky job of shuffling into the cage, without the help of his hands which were still cuffed behind him. He found that he only had room to kneel in the cage with his head bowed to the ground and his body resting on his knees. She attached a short chain to the cuffs and pulled them up a little to attach the chain to a padlock at the top of the cage. This pulled John's arms up behind him again, but only slightly. 

She then reached through the bars and undid the chain between his ankles before tightly padlocking his ankle cuffs to the corners of the cage by his feet. She then closed the entrance with a loud click and attached no less than three padlocks to it on specially made hasps. John had no room to move and was anyway very restricted by the chains he was bound in. "Now, Darling Slave," she said softly, "please sleep comfortably and enjoy some dreams of me. I will certainly be dreaming of you!" John could only moan in reply and then, as she left, the cell was plunged into complete darkness and silence. 

John lay, scrunched up and immobile in the cage for ages, thoughts of Carrie in her swimsuit flickering though his mind. His body ached and he was very uncomfortable in the cage. But a great sense of completeness, safety and happiness washed over him as he slowly, inexorably, drifted into a fitful sleep. As for Carrie, she stripped off, dried herself and then went back to bed, sleeping soundly in the knowledge that she had a human toy ready to play with when she awoke in the morning.



Carrie and Julie



Chapter 1: The Education of Carrie's Breasts

The Story Begins: From the outset, it was unclear which of them was seducing the other. When they met during an aerobics class at their health club, it had been Julie who suggested that they wind down at her apartment, and it had been Julie who introduced Carrie to the sensual pleasures which one woman can provide another. 

On that first occasion, Julie had done no more than give Carrie an innocent massage. Upon their return to her apartment, Julie prepared them some tea while Carrie, still wearing the leotard in which she had exercised, relaxed in a chair. After finishing her own tea, Julie approached Carrie and positioned herself so that her stomach rested against the back of Carrie's chair. The tea having induced a pleasant state of lassitude in her well exercised body, Carrie closed her eyes and let her head fall back into the warmth of Julie's breasts. Enjoying the feel of the head nestled against her breasts, Julie placed her hands on either side of the head resting on her chest, gathered Carrie's hair so that it hung down the back of the chair, and then ran her fingers along the contours of Carrie's exposed ears. Although she was taken by surprise at the intimacy of Julie's attentions, Carrie raised no objections, even when Julie's hands drifted down from her ears and began to massage her neck and shoulders. On the contrary, she marveled at the skill with which Julie's hands soothed her tired body and at her body's gratitude for the sensual relaxation which it was experiencing. Thus, when, having completed her massage, Julie let her hands slip along Carrie's sides until they came to rest on her hips and leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on her upturned forehead, Carrie found this unexpectedly loving gesture entirely natural and welcome.

Welcome as Julie's kiss may have been, it broke the spell under which both women had been captive since their arrival at Julie's apartment. In fact, the instant that Julie's lips left her forehead, for the first time Carrie became disturbed by the peculiarity of the situation and roused herself from the semi-somnolent state into which she had fallen. Struggling with conflicting emotions about what had transpired, Carrie rose from the chair in which she had been sitting and, with some embarrassment, quickly prepared for her departure. Carrie bade Julie goodbye and, out of politeness more than an appreciation of its possible implications, promised to look for her during their next class at the health club. 

Indeed, it was not until Carrie returned to her own apartment and had taken a shower that she fully realized that aspects of her visit to Julie's place warranted her further consideration. Specifically, she found herself examining the ease with which Julie had lulled her into acquiescence and questioning her own disinclination to resist. Never before had she had reason to wonder about her own sexual predilections, but now, remembering the veil of sensuality which Julie's hands had cast over her mind, she was forced to recognize that she had not only accepted what Julie had done but craved more of the same. 

On the one hand, Carrie prided herself on her liberal attitude toward sex, but, on the other hand, this was the first time that she had to confront the possibility that her sexual makeup included a component which might be best satisfied by another woman. Standing naked before her bathroom mirror, Carrie stared at herself as she ran her hands over her body. She began by retracing the path which Julie's hands followed, but she did not stop where Julie had. Instead, she continued down her front, first cupping her breasts while teasing her nipples with her fingers and then running her palms along the pleasing contours of her belly.

As she watched her hands rub the muscles around and below her navel, Carrie wondered how she would have responded had Julie's hands made a similar exploration of her body. Surely it must be true that she, as distinguished from a man, would have, from her own experience, personal knowledge of a woman's anatomy and its responses. Not only would she know the pure sensuality of having ones breasts and stomach caressed, she would know first hand the ambiguity a woman experiences when she entrusts her body to another's care. Such knowledge would give her a special appreciation of the responses she was eliciting and an instinctive sense for those portions of the female body from which the greatest pleasure can be derived. 

On the other hand, exciting as Carrie found all these considerations, she could not help being concerned about their implications. Was she really open to the possibility of having sexual relations with another woman? Liberated as she prided herself on being, she had not before given serious thought to engaging in lesbian activities. Indeed, she had never been sexually attracted to another woman, and, even now, she did not feel any sexual attraction to Julie's body. Instead, what fascinated her was Julie's attraction to her body and the as yet unexplored possibilities which might result from that attraction. Thus it was a rather perplexed state in which Carrie ended her narcissistic idyll before the mirror and completed her preparations for bed.

The Second Time: Throughout her next aerobics class, Carrie was acutely aware of Julie's presence, although neither she nor Julie gave any evidence of their nascent relationship. Nonetheless, at the end of the class when they were retrieving their coats, she was pleased when Julie approached her and invited her to again come for tea. As on her first occasion, the visit began in an entirely conventional mode, with Julie going to make the tea and Carrie seated in the same chair waiting for her. Moreover, just as before, when she had drunk her own tea, Julie again approached Carrie from the rear and cradled her head while using her hands to caress her neck and shoulders. 

However, this time Julie did not stop at her shoulders. Instead, when Julie's hands had soothed the knots out of the tendons in Carrie's neck and shoulders, they returned to her front and dropped until they lay on top of her breasts. Perhaps because she had, while fondling them herself, imagined such intimacy, Carrie made no attempt to interfere. On the contrary, her only reaction was, by pulling her shoulders back, placing her arms along her sides, and clasping the seat of her chair with her fingers, to give Julie greater access to her breasts, a reaction which Julie correctly interpreted as an invitation to go further. 

Pressing gently but firmly with her palms, Julie molded Carrie's breasts, at times pushing them nearly flat against her ribs, at other times cupping from below to enhance their fullness, and sometimes kneading them just hard enough to make their fullness bulge between her fingers. Encumbered as her breasts were by the sports bra which encased them, Carrie derived less explicitly erotic stimulation from Julie's fondling than she would have had they been bare. Nonetheless, as Carrie had hoped, Julie's handling of her breasts evinced a subtle wisdom which none of Carrie's male lovers had ever exhibited. For example, Julie never rushed but proceeded with a precision born of personal experience so that Carrie could savor every nuance of what was being done to her breasts.

By the time that Julie released her breasts, Carrie's head had fallen back until it nestled in the softness of Julie's own breasts, and, after the exertions of the aerobics class followed by Julie's sensual attentions, she had difficulty keeping her eyes open and slumped deeper into the chair. Thus, she hardly noticed when Julie leaned forward and placed her hands on the surface of Carrie's belly, which, in her relaxed position, had assumed a succulent, rounded contour under her leotard. Once her hands had arrived there, Julie, after spreading her fingers so that they would cover as much as possible of Carrie stomach, slowly increased the amount of pressure she was applying until her hands were able to deform Carrie's tummy into a succession of pleasing shapes. 

The shape that she seemed to like best was produced by her pressing on the sides of Carrie's stomach, thereby exaggerating its roundness and increasing the prominence of the region around its navel. Once she had manipulated Carrie's tummy so that the bowl surrounding her belly button was clearly delineated, Julie, while maintaining the pressure with which she had achieved the desired effect, used her thumbs to explore Carrie's navel and its environs. At first she contented herself with teasing and gently palpating the bulge of flesh along the rim and just below Carrie's navel. However, she soon moved from there to the navel itself. Working like a potter making a bowl, she anchored her hands by delving her thumbs into Carrie's belly button and used her fingers and palms to mold the firm but pliable muscles over which she was exercising steadily increasing control. Having forced Carrie's abdominal to accommodate considerable and protracted dislocation from their accustomed state, she finished by digging her thumbs into Carrie's navel until it was stretched to twice it normal size and kept them there until Carrie's stomach learned to accept this intrusion.

It took several minutes for Carrie to accustom herself to this intensely personal and slightly painful treatment. Nonetheless, after her initial shock at what was being done to her tummy, Carrie discovered that the pleasure Julie was giving her far outweighed the accompanying discomfort. Thus, she soon stopped making any attempt to protect her tummy from Julie's onslaught and joined Julie in her fascination at the variety of shapes into which a woman's stomach can be molded. Never before had she thought of her stomach as a potentially potent source of erotic pleasure. Of course, she knew her flat belly was a critical part of her sexual attractiveness to others, but she had not thought of it as a part of her body from which she might herself derive sexual pleasure. However, she now realized that, when manipulated by someone as skilled as Julie, her stomach was as susceptible to erotic stimulation as she had always known her breasts to be. 

Admittedly, the stimulation was quite different from that provided by her breasts. Whereas her breasts, and especially her nipples, were primary sources of erotic pleasure, her stomach was a secondary source. That is, the pleasure came from the fact that, as Julie probed and manipulated her navel, she was sending subtle signals throughout her abdominal cavity, signals which were transmitted via her uterus to her vagina and thence to her clitoris. Although the resulting stimulation of her clitoris was muted by comparison to that provided by more direct contact, it had a special quality. Namely, its very subtlety allowed her to concentrate on its insidious delicacy without the distraction of intercourse or the onset of imminent orgasm. 

Indeed, Carrie, with some concern, began to suspect that, by continuing to delve into her belly button, Julie could force her to remain indefinitely suspended in a highly aroused state without granting her the relief of orgasm. Carrie had often fantasized about such a possibility and had been excited by those fantasies, but she was not sure whether she wanted them to become a reality, especially when she was at the mercy of person whom she hardly knew. In addition, she still had reservations about expanding her sexual repertoire to include lesbian relations. Thus, in spite of the pleasure they had given her, Carrie was relieved when Julie finally withdrew her hands.

As soon as Julie's hands left her abdomen, Carrie let her upper body droop forward and assumed a seated approximation to a fetal position, with her forehead resting on her knees, her shoulders hunched, and her arms dangling. Appreciating that Carrie needed time to assimilate and come to terms with her new experiences, Julie resisted her urge to rouse Carrie and, after covering Carrie's bent back with a banquet, left her to recover her equanimity. Much to her own surprise, an hour had passed before Carrie discovered that she had drifted off into a peaceful sleep while curled up on Julie's chair, and her surprise was heightened when she brought herself back into a normal sitting position. Not only was she slightly stiff from staying so long in an abnormal posture, her stomach made her acutely aware of the treatment to which Julie had subjected it. 

All the musculature in the vicinity of her navel was complaining, and her belly button itself felt as if it had been deepened and stretched well beyond its normal limits. Somewhat embarrassed by these symptoms as well as by her own acquiescence in allowing the activity from which they came, Carrie was loath to engage in small talk with Julie and wanted to leave as soon as possible. For this reason, she prepared to depart and left Julie's apartment after making only minimal concessions to the usual amenities which a guest owes to her hostess.

Upon her return home, Carrie once again spent quite a while pondering as she examined her freshly showered body in her bathroom mirror. This time, there were visible traces of her visit to Julie. Specifically, the entire region around her navel had acquired a distinctly deeper pinkish hue than the rest of her front. Furthermore, when she stuck her finger into the well of her belly button and then wiggled it against the walls, she experienced an intense, but not entirely unpleasant, sensation which radiated out in concentric circles throughout her lower body and caused her to contract the muscles controlling both her vaginal and anal sphincters.

At first, Carrie was taken aback when she learned how penetrating Julie's seemingly benign massage had been. However, her initial shock was soon replaced by a sense of awe at how malleable her body could be and how skilled Julie was at bringing out its potential in that direction. In fact, by the time that she went to bed, she was convinced that she wanted to have Julie reveal more of her body's possibilities and that, in the meantime, she would keep her memories of Julie alive by each day forcing her belly button to accept a marble which she would keep in place with a sash bound around her midriff under her clothes.

No Turning Back: When Carrie accepted Julie's invitation after their next aerobics class, she had no illusions about the implications of what she was doing. Quite the contrary, she had spent a lot of the time since her last visit savoring what Julie had done with her body and imagining what she might do next. Thus, after they arrived at Julie's apartment and had finished their conventional tea ceremony, Carrie was not as shocked as she might have been when Julie asked if she would mind baring her upper body before having it worked on. 

Instead, Carrie rose from her chair and stood passively while Julie pulled the straps of her leotard off her shoulders and pushed the fabric down to her waist, where she rolled it into a band which was supported by the flare of her hips. Thinking that Julie had completed her disrobing, Carrie started to sit back down. However, Julie was not done. Guiding her with her hands on her shoulder caps, Julie gently pulled Carrie forward until their bodies met and she could comfortably reach the clasp at the back of Carrie's bra. When she had opened the clasp, Julie reversed the procedure: using her hands to push Carrie away and resuming her grip on Carrie's shoulders while coaxing the now dangling bra to drop on the floor. In this way, Carrie found herself, bared to the waist, standing directly in front of Julie, whose hands were holding her erect so that her eyes could fully appreciate the nakedness which they had exposed.

This was not the first time that Carrie had exposed her body to another woman. In her youth, Carrie had often showered with other girls. However, on those occasions, the other girls had carefully avoided overt stares at each others bodies and had restricted themselves to covert peeks a their neighbors. Such experiences were entirely different from the unabashed inspection to which Julie was subjecting her now. Starting at her neck and working their way down to her navel, Julie eyes took in every nuance of Carrie's trim figure. Further, when she had completed her visual examination, Julie slid her hands down to cup Julie's pert breasts. Carrie had always thought of her breasts as her least attractive asset. Although Carrie knew that they were nicely shaped and was proud of their youthful firmness, she regretted their size, which she considered too small. Thus, she was relieved when she saw from Julie's expression that her breasts passed muster, and her confidence increased when Julie moved her hands to capture her nipples in her fingers. On the small side Carrie's breasts might have been, but her nipples and their surrounding aureole were not. In addition, she knew, from her own observation and the appreciation lavished on them by her lovers, the skin and color of her aureole and nipples were unusually pleasing, and Julie's attention to them only reaffirmed this conclusion. 

Proceeding with exquisite care, Julie's fingers traced every facet of Carrie's nipples. First she brought Carrie's nipples to full erection and lightly teased the region where the stalks of her nipples protruded from her aureole. When she had brought Carrie's nipples to rigid attention, Julie explored their environs. Hardly touching the skin and using only the pads on her index fingers, Julie ran her fingers along the necklace of sensitive little buds adorning Carrie's aureole around each of her nipples. After familiarizing herself with the path which her fingers would follow, Julie studied Carrie's face to gage the response she was evoking and was gratified by what she saw.

The look on Carrie's face was one of bliss. With her eyes were half shut, she appeared to be holding her breath lest her breathing do anything to interrupt the contact of Julie's fingers on her aureole, and when she inevitably had to take a breath, she did so in quick gasps in order to minimize the movement of her proffered breasts. Casting her gaze back down to her fingers, Julie saw that Carrie's nipples had blossomed into hard pink points at the center of the circles she was tracing and that the breasts themselves had acquired a succulence they had not had earlier. Knowing that Carrie would be pleased by their transformation, Julie invited Carrie to tip her head so that she could appreciate what had happened to her breasts. 

Then, with Carrie watching every move, Julie began to vary her tactics. For one thing, she moved her hands so that her fingers lay along the outer sides of Carrie's breasts and replaced her fingers by her thumbs as the tormenting agents. Secondly, she alternated her attention to Carrie's aureole with visits to her nipples. Namely, taking full advantage of their rigidity, Julie intermittently flicked her thumbs against the distended stalks protruding from Carrie's chest, bending them back and forth and occasionally pressing on their tips so that they were forced into the soft mounds from which they protruded. At other times, she returned to the base of Carries nipples, along which she would run her thumbnail.

Having endured Julie's attentions for quite a while, Carrie, who was becoming increasingly frustrated by the delicacy of her touch, surreptitiously pushed her chest forward in an attempt to alleviate her frustration. When Julie noticed what Carrie was doing, she instructed her to hold herself still, and, to enforce her instruction, made her place her arms firmly against her sides and slip her hands under the band of cloth which girdled her hips. When Carrie had complied, Julie not only renewed her tactile manipulations, but augmented them verbally. 




Carrie and Julie



Leaning forward so that her mouth was inches from Carrie's ear, Julie asked Carrie how she was enjoying what was being done to her breasts. Responding with difficulty, Carrie said that she both loved and hated it. On the one hand, she had to admit that she had never been more sexually excited. On the other hand, she was frustrated that, because it was only her breasts which were receiving attention, her sexual excitement failed to build toward a climax. Julie then asked her whether she had ever achieved orgasm through the stimulation of her breasts alone, and, when Carrie answered that she had not, Julie smiled and, in a seductive voice, announced that she could train Carrie's breast so that they would induce orgasm when properly stimulated.

Somewhat scared by Julie's announcement, Carrie asked her what she meant. Did she intend to simply continue what she was doing as long as it took for Carrie to reach orgasm? Julie laughed at this question and assured her that what she had in mind was a much more intricate procedure. She had no desire to torture Carrie. Instead, she wanted to teach her how to realize her full sensual potential, and training her breasts would be a step in that direction. Furthermore, Julie, only half in jest, added that a concomitant dividend of their training would be the enhancement of her breasts as one of Carrie's assets. Namely, Julie explained that not only would Carrie's breasts be more responsive to control by others but also by herself. Thus, for example, Carrie's awareness of her breasts would be sufficient that, without touching them, she would learn how to bring her nipples to erection, an ability which could be used to great effect when she left her breasts unfettered under a T-shirt, sweater, leotard, or swimsuit.

Although her mind was distracted by the unrelenting teasing that Julie's thumbs were giving her breasts, Carrie was intrigued and excited by what Julie was saying. Much as she would have liked one, she knew that stimulation of her breasts would not bring her to orgasm today, and she was skeptical about its power to do so in the future. Nonetheless, the idea of having Julie train them appealed to her, and so she asked Julie what the training would entail. 

Julie's response excited her further. To begin with, Julie told her that Carrie would have to become much more aware of her breasts, and, for this purpose, she should leave them bare as much as possible. Thus, when at home, Julie wanted Carrie to wear nothing above her waist, and, when she was out, she should wear no bra. Further, Carrie should choose clothes which would keep her nipples excited. For example, sweaters made out of wool, whose fibers would irritate her skin a little, or starched blouses, whose folds would rub against her breasts whenever she moved. At no time was she to do anything to relieve the stimulation which her breasts were receiving. Instead, especially when the stimulation was intense, she should try to focus on it. 

Occasionally, when she could do it discreetly, she should examine her breasts. In order to help her, Julie said that she would carefully measure every facet of Carrie's breasts before she left this evening. In particular, she would record for, future reference, the circumference of Carrie's aureole and the length of her nipples, and she wanted Carrie to carry a small tape with which she could repeat these measurements on her own. Finally, Julie told her that, on future visits, she would subject Carrie's breasts to various forms of stimulation. Some of these would be ephemeral, similar to what was being done to her now, but others would involve rougher treatment which, at times, might tax Carrie's resolve, a statement which she tempered with a promise that she would never do anything which would inflict real pain, much less cause damage.

When she had finished, Julie withdrew her hands from Carrie's breasts and stepped back. Suffering enormous but unfulfilled excitement, Carrie stood limp before her gaze. However, Julie did not give her much time to recover before she looked her straight in the eye and asked whether Carrie wanted to undergo the training which she had just described. By now, Carrie knew that, beneath her placid surface, Julie was a rigorous taskmaster. Thus, the thought of subjecting her breasts to Julie's training gave her pause. On the other hand, when she imagined submitting herself to the regimen which Julie had described, she felt a thrill run through her half naked body and realized that she was more excited than scared by the prospect.

After all, why should she deny herself the pleasure which Julie's program could give her? She was no puritan with inhibitions about sexual pleasure or prejudices about the appropriate source of that pleasure. If another woman could expand her horizons, why should she shy away from what that woman had to teach her? With these considerations guiding her decision, Carrie raised her eyes to return Julie's gaze and accepted the offer which she had made. As if to confirm her acceptance, Carrie stepped forward, pulled back her shoulders, and literally thrust her breasts at Julie. In response, Julie hugged Carrie and planted a loving kiss on each of the distended nipples which Carrie presented to her. When she drew back from

Carrie's chest, Julie went to fetch her sawing box, from which she took a tiny tape measure. Using the tape, she began to a careful measurement of Carrie's breasts. First she circled each breast and noted their circumference at their base. Next, she measured the diameter of each aureole, running the tape just under Carrie's erect nipples. Finally, she placed the end of the tape at the tip of each nipple and measured the distance to the aureole out of which it emerged. When she had gathered this information, she recorded her findings on piece of paper, and made a copy for Carrie.

After Julie had gathered the information which she required, she reminded Carrie to abide by the rules which she had outlined and told her that she looked forward to her next visit. Carrie, in turn, disengaged her hands from her rumpled leotard and, with some reluctance, drew the leotard back over her chest. She then retrieved her bra and, without further ado, departed for home.

When Carrie got home that evening and had taken her shower, she stood naked before her bathroom mirror examining the reflection of her breasts for a long time. In spite of their time under warm water, her nipples had not relaxed and the surrounding aureole appeared to have become distinctly darker and possibly a little larger. Furthermore, when she used her own fingers to imitate what Julie's had done earlier, she was surprised at the intensity with which her breasts responded. 

In the past, her attempts to stimulate her own breasts had been disappointing, but now, as she bent her stiff nipples back and forth or traced her fingers along the path which Julie had blazed, she experienced, albeit with diminished intensity, the same pleasure which Julie had elicited. Pleased by her discovery, Carrie retired to her bed, where she gave herself the relief which her body craved, using her hands in regions where Julie had not yet ventured and techniques for which that region was already amply trained. 

Chapter 2, Homework: During the ensuing days, Carrie carried out Julie's instructions assiduously. Each morning, she covered her otherwise bare breasts as Julie had said she should, and, upon returning home in the evening, she would parade around her apartment in nothing but her panties. On those days when she chose to wear a wool sweater, her breasts were in mild but constant torment and, to her great embarrassment, her nipples asserted their presence through their scant cover. When it was a starched blouse under which they spent the day, their torment was easier to bear but, in its subtle way, more profound. Indeed, with every movement she made, the material of the blouse would scrape against her nipples and send a frisson of excitement throughout her body. On the other hand, the stimulation was far too brief to satisfy and only left her longing for more. Thus, when she wore a sweater, she spent the day wishing that the stimulation would abate, and, when it was a blouse, she wanted for it to persist. In either case, she was kept more aware of her breasts than she had ever been before, and, following Julie's advise, whenever her work allowed her, she tried to focus her attention on the signals which they were sending her. 

Her awareness was significantly heightened when she attempted to carry out Julie's instruction that she monitor her breasts for any changes in their shape or size. Having bought one of the little tape measures which Julie had employed and having plenty of pads and pencils available for recording her findings, her challenge was to spot and seize opportunities to make and record the required measurements. 

Obviously, she could not simply expose her breasts while seated in her office. However, examining them while huddled in a toilet stall was devoid of appeal. Thus, she learned to bide her time until the women's lavatory was free and she could sneak in, lock the door, and stand in front of the mirror over the sink. Once inside, she would quickly divest her breasts of their cover and make her inspection. Because of the incessant irritation caused by the wool, she was particularly keen to visit the lavatory on days when she wore a sweater, but, even when her breasts had not been suffering under a sweater, she relished her trips to the lavatory. In fact, she soon recognized that she was becoming fascinated by her breasts and what she was doing with them. 

Julie had been completely correct about her nipples: they were learning to remain hard throughout most of the day. In addition, although the change was not dramatic, her tape revealed a slight growth in their length and circumference, a fact which she enjoyed interpreting was a consequence of the calisthenics they were being made to perform. More dramatic than the growth of her nipples was that of her aureole. She had read that the aureole of nursing mothers increase in size and color when they are suckling their babies, and it excited her to know that she was making hers do the same thing without the benefit of a nursing child.

After several days, Julie's instructions had become an integral part of Carrie's routine. Forcing herself not to shirk, she wore a sweater on alternate days, even though, each time she wore one, she regretted it by midday. Each evening, she bared her breasts as soon as she was inside her apartment. Not having anyone else around to appreciate them, she would then go into her bathroom where she would do what she had been wanting to do all day. Namely, she would leisurely fondle her breasts while staring

at them in the mirror. Unlike her past attempts to stimulate her own breasts, she now found that her breasts responded to her hands. Particularly responsive were her erect nipples when she ran fingers along their rigid sides. Nonetheless, because her excitement seemed to peak at the same level each evening, she continued to harbor doubts about her breasts ever providing her an orgasm. Thus, when she sensed that her excitement had peaked and would go no higher, she would take her shower, and then, with great cares, prepare her breasts for the marrow by massaging into them a body cream which left them soft and pliant and soothed away any residual irritation which they had suffered during the day. On the other hand, in the hope that abstinence would make her body more receptive to what Julie had in store for her breasts, Carrie refrained from relieving her pent up excitement when she retired to bed.

Chapter 3, A Day of Reckoning: The day arrived for Carrie's next encounter with Julie. All day she was on edge. It had not occurred to her before, but she now realized that Julie would expect her to turn up at their aerobics class with nothing more than her leotard covering her breasts. Was she really prepared to put them on such blatant display? How would she feel about having the rest of the class, both male and female, see her breasts dance on her chest, especially now that her nipples had been trained to be so prominent? In order to know ahead of time exactly what her colleagues would be seeing, she stripped to her panties, donned her leotard, and went to look in the mirror, but her reflected figure did nothing to allay her fears. To her dismay, her well schooled nipples stared back at her, like little sentinels standing at attention, and her dismay increased when, by hopping up and down, she caused her nipples to cut clearly visible trails in the thin material which did more to display than it did to conceal them. 

But as she began to recover from her initial shock, these disconcerting thoughts were displayed in her mind by happier ones. Had she not always envied well endowed girls whose breasts attracted the attention of others, and why should she not take advantage of this opportunity to turn heads? Further, was not the pleasure Julie planned for her more than ample compensation for whatever embarrassment her methods caused? Indeed, she had not balked when Julie intimated that she might make her endure more than embarrassment, so why should she back out now? Thus, armed with renewed resolve, Carrie fetched her coat and headed to the gym.

As she had anticipated, her scantily clad breasts were, if not the center of attention, at least a major attraction during her aerobics class. However, bolstered by a look of approval from Julie, she quickly learned to enjoy their celebrity, and, by the end, had overcome her embarrassment about the way her nipples poked through her leotard. However, when the class was over and Julie approached her, she again experienced a momentary loss of courage. Going to Julie's apartment constituted a tacit but irrevocable commitment to accept whatever treatment Julie had planned for her breasts. Until now, Julie's demands may have caused her mild mental anguish, but they had all turned out to be pleasurable. What did Julie mean when she said that some of her methods would "tax Carrie's resolve?" Try as she might, Carrie could not drive these ominous sounding words out of her thoughts.

Sensing Carrie's concern, Julie acted as if Carrie's going home with her was not a foregone conclusion. Rather than assuming that Carrie would come over, she asked what plans Carrie had for the evening and whether they included a visit to her apartment. Walking along beside her, Carrie was reassured by Julie's solicitous words, and, though they did not disappear entirely, her fears began is dissipate and were replaced by an increasingly strong feeling of excitement. As a result, by the time that they found themselves in front of Julie's building, she had made her decision and was ready to follow Julie inside.

Both women knew the purpose of Carrie's visit, and so, rather than begin with their tea ceremony, Julie suggested that Carrie take a warm shower and afterward douse her herself with liberal quantities of the body powder which she would find on Julie's sink. While she was doing this, Julie said she would make a few preparations, and, when Carrie was done, Julie asked that she reappear wearing panties, but nothing else. Carrie was glad for the opportunity to preen her body before presenting it to Julie and spent quite a while under the shower cleaning and shaving herself. When she had dried herself off and coated her body with Julie's powder, she put her panties back on and stood before the bathroom mirror in order to know what image she would be presenting to Julie. On the whole, Carrie was pleased by what she saw. 

She was pleased by the way that the powder masked the imperfections in her skin and lent the surface of her body a smoothness which showed her svelte figure to its best advantage. In addition, she was gratified to note that the dusty film covering her aureole and nipples enhanced, rather than obscured, the subtle effects wrought by their training. Thus, the one aspect of her reflection which bothered her had nothing to do with her upper torso but, instead, with the junction between her thighs. Looking down at her reflected crotch, Carrie saw that her pubic hair was already quite apparent under her nylon panties, and she suspected that it and the region it covered would become more and more visible as she responded to Julie's attentions. Somehow, Carrie felt that involving her vulva in her games with Julie would entail her submitting to a level of lesbian activity for which she was not ready. However, she soon overcame her qualms with the rationalization that Julie's goal was to make her achieve orgasm by stimulating only her breasts and therefore that, at most, her vulva might become more visible but would not be otherwise involved.

Returning to the living room, Carrie saw that Julie had made a lot of changes during her absence. For one thing, Julie had removed her own gym clothes and was now clad in an attractive nightgown under which her body was displayed, without being flaunted. Particularly appealing was the way that the gown hugged the contours of Julie's breasts, which were somewhat fuller than Carrie's and swayed in an inviting way as she moved. But it was not only Julie's clothes which had been changed. With the exception of the wooden, straight-backed chair, with which she was already familiar, a framed mirror, and a floor lamp, Julie had shoved all her furniture out of the middle of the room. She had placed the lamp so that it shone directly on the chair and the mirror on the floor in front, tilted so it would reflect the image of the chair's occupant. She had also turned off all the other lights in the room, leaving the ensemble in the middle ominously stark. 

For Carrie, the resulting effect was daunting. The room now resembled one of those interrogation centers she had seen in movies, and, standing with nothing on except her panties, Carrie felt a chill run down her spine. Fortunately, Julie quickly assuaged Carrie's fears by, grasping her upper arms and holding her at arm length, repeating her promise to do no harm and saying how enchanting she looked. She then pulled Carrie's slim body against her welcoming breasts and hugged her there until she could feel that Carrie's confidence had returned.

Having won Carrie's confidence again, Julie outlined how she would proceed. Because, at all times, she needed unhindered access to Carrie's breasts and because, at times, Carrie might be tempted to interfere, Julie said that she would begin by securing Carrie's arms to her sides. Since, as distinguished from their previous session, Carrie's leotard was not available and because, even if it were, it would not suffice, Julie would secure them by first passing a cord around Carrie's waist and then attaching her wrists to loops in the cord. So saying, she abandoned Carrie long enough to fetch a rope from a table, whose surface was partially hidden in the dim light. Returning with the rope in hand, Julie knelt before Carrie's standing form and carefully ran the rope around the narrowest part of her waist. After making sure that it was properly set, Julie pushed one end of the rope through a loop at the other end and, applying considerable force, cinched Carrie's waist and then, after knotting it in place, felt along the length of the cord to make sure that none of Carrie's skin was being pinched. 

Back on her feet, Julie saw that Carrie was somewhat disconcerted by having her waist so severely bound. She therefore explained that the reason for binding it tight had less to do with securing her wrists than with Julie's desire to make Carrie's upper body feel disconnected from her lower body, thereby emphasizing that it was Carrie's breasts, not her crotch, which be the center of attention. Seeing that Carrie accepted her explanation, Julie next enclosed Carrie's wrists in adjustable loops which Carrie had not seen but had felt grazing her against her hips. Because these loops were made with cotton rope, there was no danger of their chafing Carrie's wrists, even after Julie had adjusted them to a snug fit.




Carrie and Julie



Having effectively immobilized Carrie's arms, Julie had to help her get herself comfortably seated in the waiting chair. She then went behind the chair and, placing her hands on Carrie's cheeks, positioned Carrie's head so that she would have a frontal view of her seated body and admonished her to not take her eyes off of what was being done to it. When she was sure that Carrie was focused on the image of herself in the mirror, Julie reached over Carrie's shoulders, placed an index finger at the very tips of each erect nipples, and commenced what was for Carrie the most sensually frustrating mode of stimulation to which she had been ever subjected. Namely, only applying enough pressure to control the nipples under her fingers, Julie first bent Carrie's nipples to the side and then forced them to follow her fingers in a circular orbit around their bases. Due to the angle at which her nipples were bent, on each orbit Carrie's aureole were required to accommodate considerable distortion as its nipple progressed. In response to such intense teasing, Carrie clenched her fists and pressed them against the warm flesh of her thighs, and, since her view of the proceedings was just as good as Carrie's, Julie had no trouble monitoring Carrie's reactions and immediately saw that a look of anguish had appeared on her face. But if Carrie had hoped that her anguished expression would induce Julie to relent, she must have been sorely disappointed by the words Julie was whispering into her left ear. 

What Julie told her was that, without respite, she would continue manipulating her nipples in this way for another five minutes, and, at the end of that time, she would stop only long enough to switch to a new techniques, a technique which would force Carrie to endure more than frustration. She would continue the new technique for another five minute period, at the end of which she would resume with a different deliciously gentle one, and she would alternate in this way until Carrie's achieved orgasm, an event which she predicted would occur in no more than half an hour.

When Julie stopped rotating her nipples, Carrie felt a sense of enormous relief which was immediately replaced by one of apprehension. What was Julie going to do now? The answer to this question was not long in coming. After leaning forward to kiss away the beads of sweat on Carrie's forehead, Julie went back to her table and retrieved what Carrie quickly recognized as the head of a broom. This was no household broom, but was the kind used in institutions to sweep up trash in halls. After lifting Carrie out of the chair, Julie turned it to make its back face the mirror and then tied the broom-head to its top, with, as Carrie duly noted, its bristles pointing frontward. When she was done, Julie bade Carrie resume her seat, only this time pointing the opposite direction. That is, she had Carrie sit so that her legs straddled the seat and her naked breasts pointed straight at the waiting bristles. Again stationing herself behind Carrie, Julie put her hands on Carrie's shoulder blades and slowly pushed her forward, leaving her no choice but to impale her breasts on the bristles.

As soon as Carrie's breasts came into contact with the broom, Julie stopped pushing but prevented Carrie from losing contact with them. Thinking that her breasts had been transformed into living pin cushions, Carrie's initial reaction was to revolt. However, again pressing her lips to Carrie's ear, Julie was able to persuade her to accept the pain and learn from it. Although it was not clear to Carrie what Julie expected her to learn, after a few seconds, she realized that her breasts were responding in a way that she would have never predicted. At first, each bristle had seemed to be boring a separate hole into her unprotected breasts. However, the bristles were no longer the aggressor. Instead, her breasts had become the active party, and, even as she saw in the mirror her own tears running down her cheeks, she also saw that she was nestling her breasts deeper into the spiny bristles which awaited them. Smiling at what was happening, Julie whispered words of consolation and endearment into Carrie's ear, commiserating with her about the pain being inflicted on her breasts while, at the same time, encouraging her to absorb more pain by shifting her position in ways that would expose different portions of her breasts to the bristles. Complying, Carrie discovered that she could use the bristles to stimulate her nipples as they had never experienced before. If she was not careful, the bristles would dig painfully into her tender skin, but if she exercised care, she discovered that she could make them actually caress the stalks of her nipples and the sensitive rings of her aureole.

When her time on the broom was up, Carrie disengaged her breasts from their prickly pillow with a mixture of relief and reluctance. There was a moment when, with her nipples impaled on the bristles, she had thought she might reach orgasm, a thought which was confirmed when she rose and saw the damp patch on the place where her crotch had been. Stepping in front of the mirror while she waited for Julie to return from her mysterious table, Carrie stood in awe at what had happened to her pert breasts. Having spent five minutes on the broom-head, her breasts seemed to have grown in importance, if not in size. With her warm blood coursing through them, the network of vessels just below the surface suffused the whole of each breast with a mottled but beautiful flush, and added both bulk and length to her nipples. As Julie had predicted, Carrie was not regretting her decision, in spite of her lingering doubts about what lay ahead.

All business, Julie reversed the chair to its original position and asked Carrie to take her seat. When Carrie had done so and was again staring at herself in the mirror, she saw that she had been correct about what would happen between her legs. It was not just the damp patch on the chair seat which gave evidence of her increasing excitement, the crotch of her panties was now plastered against her vulva, over which her pubic hair lay in matted wet profusion. However, Julie gave Carrie little time to contemplate the state of her crotch. By running a couple of soft belts over Carrie's shoulders, through the hallows of her armpits, and around the top slat on the back of the chair, Julie forced Carrie's shoulders back and chest forward in a way which tightened her pectoral muscles, thereby flattening and firming her breasts on her ribcage. Having essentially immobilized Carrie's breasts, Julie, again standing behind the chair, cushioned Carrie's head against the softness of her own bosom and began giving Carrie's breasts their next lesson. Grasping opposite corners with her fingers, Julie drew a linen scarf back and forth across Carrie's distended nipples. By modulating the the tautness of the scarf and the speed with which she worked, Julie was able to deny Carrie the comfort of knowing what to expect. When the scarf was slack, its touch on Carrie's breasts was so light that, if they had not been for their recent encounter with the broom, it would have been barely perceptible. However, in their tender condition, Carrie's breasts felt every fiber of the linen material as it traveled back and forth over across nipples. As soon as she saw that Carrie was becoming accustomed to the insidiously light touch of the slack scarf, Julie would pull the scarf taut and increase the rapidity of her sawing, a tactic which produced a burning sensation in Carrie's nipples.

After a couple of minutes, Julie's efforts were rewarded when she observed what was happening in Carrie's pelvic region. Without missing a beat, Julie focused her gaze on the reflection of Carrie's crotch in the mirror. Much to Julie's satisfaction, the half of Carrie lying below the cord had started to undulate in a way that unequivocally presaged the onset of orgasm. Thrusting her hips forward, Carrie was forcing her normally flat tummy to bulge under the tight cord around her middle. At the same time, having spread her legs and hooked her ankles around the legs of the chair, she was providing a deliciously inviting view of her labia, which had swelled and become clearly visible under the now sopping material of her panties. 

Thus, when the mandatory five minutes had elapsed, Julie seized the moment and wasted no time preparing Carrie for the next phase. Nudging her buttock forward and shoving a pillow between her and the back of the chair, Julie forced Carrie to arch her back until her nipples were pointing straight up at the ceiling and her head rested on the top slat of the chair. Then, armed with a flexible plastic spatula in her right hand, Julie delivered a carefully controlled sequence of light slaps to Carrie's upthrust breasts. Alternating between Carrie's left and right breast, Julie timed the slaps so that the breast struck was given time to fully absorb the sting before the spatula struck the other breast. Julie aimed each blow so that it would be Carrie's nipple which received the primary impact, and each time this happened Carrie thought that her nipple had been driven into her breast, like a nail driven by a hammer. But it was not only her nipples which were under attack. With her breasts riding high on her ribcage, their entire surface was available, and, by making small adjustments in her aim, Julie made certain that the no portion of either breast was deprived of its fair share of punishment.

If someone had suggested to Carrie that this sort of treatment could be sexually exciting, she would have dismissed the idea as complete nonsense; but she would have been dead wrong. By the time that spatula had visited each of her breasts ten times, Carrie was in a frenzy of sexual ecstasy and fast approaching a climax. Twisting her head from side to side and lifting her chest to greet the spatula, Carrie was savoring every blow, and when Julie leaned down to encompass Carrie's gaping mouth in her own, Carrie achieved the most satisfying orgasm she had ever experienced. Her orgasm was not only excruciatingly intense, it was marvelously protracted. Instead of stopping at the onset of Carrie's climax, Julie continued her rhythmic tattoo for the preordained full five minutes period. Thus, when the tension of Carrie's sexual crescendo normally would have begun to subside, Julie forced Carrie to remain at the peak of arousal for much longer than she was accustomed. As a result, when Julie's blows finally came to an end, Carrie was utterly spent, both physically and emotionally.

Immediately thereafter, Julie removed the bands fastening Carrie to the chair and the cord from her wrists and waist. At last free to relax, Carrie slumped forward and assumed the same fetal position which she had taken at the end of her second visit to Julie. Understanding that Carrie needed time to recover from her ordeal, Julie fetched a towel and lovingly wiped the sweat off the bent back of Carrie's torso, resisting the temptation to minister to the rest of her body before Carrie was ready. Once Carrie's back was dry, Julie stood next to her, solicitously running her hands over her bowed form and occasionally pulling aside her hair so that she could plant a kiss on the nape of her neck or the lobe of an ear. A quarter of an hour passed in this way before Carrie lifted herself into an upright sitting position. No sooner did she sit up than she emitted a small cry of horror at the livid color of her front reflected in the mirror before her. From the line along which she had been cinched to the top of her neck, the color of her skin had transformed from its normal light hue to a reddish pink. This transformation was particularly dramatic on her breasts, which were so dark that their aureole were hardly visible. Gingerly examining her breasts, Carrie quickly learned that their redness was accompanied by a distinct, albeit mild, soreness. At first, these lingering traces of her experience alarmed her. However, when she remembered that she herself had been an accomplice to her own ordeal and that Julie had lived up to her promise to do no harm, her anxiety receded and was slowly replaced by a sense of gratitude to Julie. Julie had asked her whether she had ever experienced a breast induced orgasm, and, when she said that she had not, Julie had said her breasts could be trained so that she would. Still dazed by the enormity of what had just occurred, Carrie could not but recognize that Julie had delivered, and done so generously.

When Carrie at last rose from the chair, Julie appreciated that she would want to depart with as little fuss as possible. Thus, without waiting for Carrie to get back into her leotard, Julie draped her coat over Carrie's nearly naked body and accompanied her to the door. Just as Julie was opening the door, Carrie smilingly turned to her and asked what she had planned for her breasts if she had continued to the next phase of their training, and Julie smilingly replied that Carrie knew exactly how she could find out.

Part II: A Weekend to Remember

Chapter 1, Julie's Invitation: When Carrie next found herself in Julie's apartment, it was clear to both women that their relationship had been irreversibly transformed during Carrie's last visit. No longer was it possible for Carrie to doubt her craving for the sensual pleasures to which Julie had introduced her. As for Julie, she had always enjoyed teaching young women to expand their sexual horizons, and she now knew that in Carrie she had a most receptive pupil. Thus, soon after they were settled in her living room sipping their cups of tea, Julie broached the question which was uppermost in both their minds: what next?

Coming straight to the point, Julie pulled her chair so that she was staring Carrie in the face and asked "Carrie, are you ready to bare the lower half of your body for me?" 

Abrupt as her question was, it came as no surprise to Carrie. After all, Carrie had already given Julie freer reign over her upper body than she had ever granted anyone else, so why should she not now give her access to her lower body? Clearly, aside from her residual resistance to confront her own lesbian predilections, there was no reason for her to deny Julie equal access to that portion of her anatomy specifically designed for sexual gratification. With these considerations still flashing through her mind, Carrie demurely lowered her head and, after a few moments, said, in a trembling voice, "Yes, I think that I am."

Pleased by Carrie's answer, Julie leaned back and asked Carrie to uncover her body from the waist down, leaving her upper body clothed. At first this request struck Carrie as strange, but, having learned to trust Julie's judgment, she rose from her chair and removed all the clothes below her waist. When she had done so, Julie beckoned her to come closer and stand so that their knees touched and Carrie's naked belly and crotch were available for Julie's inspection. For a little while, Julie contented herself with visual appreciation of the image before her. Like a connoisseur savoring a glass of fine wine, she drank in the expanse of smooth skin covering Carrie's slightly rounded lower belly and savored the soft flesh padding on her pubic region and upper thighs. Soon unable to resist temptation further, she reached forward to run her hands over the delicious contours of Carrie's pelvis and palpate the succulent flesh of her buttock. 

Sensing Carrie's nervous response to her explorations, especially those in the neighborhood of her vulva, Julie quickly placed her hands on the points of Carrie's pelvis and pushed her back a couple of steps. Then, with an indulgent smile, Julie said "Carrie, it is not my intention to offend. I sympathize with your reservations about having another woman handle the most intimate parts of your body and suggest that you sit back down." 

Obviously relieved, Carrie took Julie's advise and returned to her chair. However, no sooner did she resume her seat than she was overcome by intense embarrassment about the exposure of her nether regions which sitting entailed. Namely, short of crossing her legs, there was no way of her not displaying her entire pubic area when she sat down, and, after she herself had bared the region in question, crossing her legs was a ridiculous option. Thus, with a self-conscious blush on her face, Carrie took her seat and, as if to demonstrate her resolve, left her legs sufficiently spread that Julie had an unobstructed view of her vulva.

After several minutes in this position, Carrie began to understand Julie's wish that she remain covered from the waist up. By baring only her lower body, she had focused attention on that region in a way which total nakedness would have diffused. As she soon realized, there was something excitingly obscene about sitting as she was, chastely clothed from the waist up and blatantly exposed from the waist down. 

Added to this was the fact that another woman was making no pretense about the enjoyment that this exposure was affording her. Indeed, Julie was doing nothing to conceal the pleasure which she derived from letting her eyes rove over the hills and valleys of Carrie's naked lower body. Further, after giving her target a thorough inspection, Julie began discussing some of the many sensual techniques to which she would enjoy introducing Carrie's bottom half. Perhaps out of respect for Carrie's continued modesty, Julie began by talking about things that she would like to do with Carrie's belly. "Do you remember your second visit to my apartment, the one on which your belly had to bear the brunt of my attentions? I very much want to teach you how important a role your tummy can play in your sensual life. Because of the demands made on it during pregnancy, the female stomach is among the most malleable parts of a woman's anatomy and, once it has been properly trained, can be a source of great sensual satisfaction."

Carrie had no trouble recalling the evening when Julie had worked on her stomach, and her memories caused a visible tremor in her naked lower belly. Yes, she had found pleasure in having Julie manipulate her tummy and belly button, but she also remembered that her pleasure had come at some cost. It took several days for her stomach to fully recover from the probing to which Julie had subjected it, and she was not at all sure that she was ready for it to endure what promised to be a much more protracted and thorough probing. Anticipating Carrie's concerns, Julie rose and came over to the side of Carrie's chair, where she knelt and brought the palm of her hand to rest against the bulge just below Carrie's navel. Then, applying nearly no pressure, she lovingly ran her hand over and around the inverted bowl of Carrie's lower belly. As her hand glided over the skin covering Carrie's firm tummy, Julie started telling Carrie more details about what she had in mind. 

"Your belly has a lovely shape and is a pleasure to caress. However, if you are to realize its full potential, you must submit to having it trained. Sexual experience at its best must involve contrast, and the role that I plan for your tummy is to provide that contrast. Surely you remember the way I alternated between soothing and rough handling of your breasts. Well, when I am stimulating your nether regions, I want your stomach to be available for the rough treatment. In order to maximize the potency of what I will do to your stomach, your stomach has to be first prepared, and the best preparation is rigorous exercise. A woman's belly is most susceptible to stimulation when its muscles have been worked repeatedly for several days in advance and, as a result, are sore enough to be acutely aware of whatever demands are being made on them. Thus, for example, had your tummy been properly prepared, even the gentle massage it is now receiving could produce highly erotic sensations. However, if you want to experience those sensations, you will have to accept and diligently adhere to the exercise regime which I prescribe for you."




Carrie and Kate



Her screen name was Kitten. She had been my online friend now for a month giving her age as twenty on the night we met. On several occasions she had showed me her face in private chat. I could see her long light brown hair falling to her shoulders and her full lips.

I go by the screen name Miss T. Kitten was one of the few who had seen my face and put it with a real name. "Carrie," I told her. I gave her my age as twenty five, which is my real age.

At twenty- five I am a Transgender girl who is aroused sexually by boys and girls for the past dozen years. One dirty fantasy after another went through my head night after night. The web cam chat room gave me the outlet that I felt I needed. The outside world was not aware of my sexual proclivities.

The room came up. Kitten was online. I sent her a private message.

"Hi baby," I said.

"Hi," she replied.

My camera was angled so that it could see most of my body. I showed it to her. Like me Kitten was excited by another naked girl touching herself.

I pulled off the print pattern tunic over my head then unfastened my bra nudging it to the floor.

"Yes! nice," said kitten, " nice boobs!"

I have boobs but otherwise my waist curves gradually and my butt is flatter than most girls.

Bringing my hands up to my boobs I cupped them and squeezed gently. Those were Kitten's hands on my boobs, Kitten's fingertips brushing my nipples. I couldn't let her know that the fantasy included her.

I watched my imaginary lover do the same. Her boobs were slightly bigger than mine. Though taller and leaner than me, none the less, she could turn me on. It was still clearly a woman's sexy body.

I opened my slacks and pulled them off slowly then pulled off my panties. Now I repositioned the camera to have a view of my pelvis. As I tugged at my small penis I moaned softly. Within a few seconds I had a hardon.

Though the computer muted the sound, Kitten heard it in her imagination.

I enjoyed being naked in front of my web cam as did hundreds of other girls who would never admit to such behavior. During the day the colleagues at work and other's with whom I interacted saw a girl who was friendly but private. 

Colleagues didn't know me as a T girl because I had developed long ago. As far as I was concerned that was nobody's business.  

A web cam could not substitute for a lousy love life. Those who knew me well correctly concluded that I do not have a significant other. Usually a girl will mention him in some context or another. Mark from pickup softball was a distant and fading memory.

Many nights I lay in bed having graphic sexual fantasies. The lesbian couple engaged in all the acts that one does not confess. My fantasies generally included someone I could invent.

This night things began to change gradually. 

"My name is Carrie."

"It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Kate."

"Hi Kate," I said.

"Hi Carrie," she said.

"It's a little difficult for me to type right now."

"Giggles," she replied. "I'm having a little trouble here too."

There had been a lot more than just virtual sex between us during the past month. I learned about her or at least I learned what she wanted me to know. Everything I had told her about me was true, and i had told her quite a bit. She knew that I had worked the past four years as a dental hygienist. That was just the beginning.

During that month I learned about her life style. She liked romance novels and read them exclusively because they're easy to follow. She lived in her parents home and was the youngest of four. There were three older brothers. ages 27, 25, 24. She was the only left at home. The 25 year old, she said one night, is gay. She worked in a hospital as support staff. 

"Where are you from?"

"Texas," she replied.

"Can we meet?" 

As soon as I typed that I began having second thoughts. Oh shit I said to myself. Did I just ask that? Up to now I had lived in the safety of the virtual world. There everyone was a nice person and everyone was legal age. She could be a rat. She could be a minor for all I know I thought. 

"I would love to meet you."

The offer was out there I thought. I guess I'll take the chance. That said I gave her an Arlington, Texas location. 

Like every girl she enjoys shopping. "I'll meet you at Six Flags Mall this Saturday morning at 10 when the stores open. There's a Kiosk with the name of the Mall."

She would, I knew, be coming up from Houston but if she really wanted to meet me she'd be there.

"I'll be wearing a pink ball cap, blue denim Lee Comfort Waist, and a Canyon River blue smock V neck T shirt. and black patent wedge shoes."

"I'll look for you."

"OK," I replied.

"I'll be dressed in denim jeans and rose red jeweled halter top."

The die was set. Now I looked forward to Saturday morning. There's nothing to lose I thought. She's the one going miles out of her way.



Carrie and Max: Pretty Kitty



Carrie woke up that morning to find her panties were damp. "Damn that Max," she thought. Her husband's explicit, thorough description of his plans for her that day had given her erotic dreams of a nature she rarely experienced. Vivid dreams, full of rich visual images and sounds, complete with delightfully arousing physical sensations and smells. It was as though she had already lived the day once and was going to experience a slightly different version.

She could still feel Dream Max's hands sensually stroking her breasts, her arms, her stomach. She could still feel them, strong yet gentle, lazily finding their way to her erogenous zones as she excitedly anticipated their delicate touch on her most sensitive areas. She could still feel the cat tail seated firmly in her ass, the light playing off of the velvety material as she swished it back and forth. She could still feel the feline teeth in her mouth, the whiskers firmly yet painlessly seated under her nose, the velvety cat ears perched atop her head.

She felt as though she was still recovering from the many orgasms she had had in her dreams. She tried to slow her quick breathing, to relax her racing pulse, to clear her mind of the exotic images still whirling inside. She tried to will her erect nipples to lie down, her fiery pussy to dissipate its volcanic heat. "Damn that Max."

"Mornin' beautiful," Max called as he entered their bedroom. "Looks like you slept pretty well last night. I thought for sure you were going to wake up when I dropped that plate. Did you wear yourself out yesterday?" By this time Carrie was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off her nightgown. Max saw her erect nipples and then the large wet spot on her panties. "Or just have a five-star dream?"

Carrie felt her face burn magenta with embarrassment. Max had a gift for knowing exactly what was going on with her just by glancing at her. It was as though, in a split second, no more time than it took to breathe in, Max could enter through the still blue ponds of her eyes and enter her soul, fathoming the deepest reaches of her inner being.

"It's all your fault, you know," she chided him. "You didn't have to be so specific with the details."

"What better way to get you excited about today? I've got a surprise for you. We're going to start early." He pulled a studded collar from behind his back and showed it to her. She lifted her long blonde hair off of her neck and let him buckle the collar around her throat. "Is kitty ready for some breakfast?"

She made a contented purring noise and said, "Kitty is starved." She stood up and took off her panties. She reached for the dresser drawer to get a clean pair but Max stopped her.

"I said we're going to start early today. You can get dressed tomorrow."

"But Max, the neighbors," Carrie protested. "What if they see?"

"What if they do?" He gave her that look of authority and tenderness she could never resist. She could feel fear and love spring up strong and quick in her, battling for supremecy and then, neither gaining the upper hand, combining into a fast-spreading glow of comfort and contentment that left her so very willing to follow Max's orders, knowing that he would never hurt her, never take advantage of her. The tension quickly left her lithe body. "That's what I thought. Besides, I already closed all the drapes. I don't want to share my kitty with just anybody, you know."

He clipped a chain onto her collar and, after allowing her a visit to the bathroom, led her to the diningroom. Carrie noticed that the table was only set for one. Looking around the room she saw a plate of food and a dish of milk on the floor. She knew from Max's descriptions that she would be close enough to him that he could reach down and pet his pretty cat.

She knelt on the floor and ate her breakfast. "Judging from your panties earlier you're going to want more milk than that. Just let me know when you need a refill." Again she felt her embarrassment burn on her face, in equal measure to the thirst burning in her throat.

After breakfast Max led Carrie to the bathroom. As Max drew her bath he said to her, "The directions on the body paint say to wash the area thoroughly for best results. Your bath may take a little longer than I figured. But I think we can handle that."

Max washed his wife gently yet firmly, massaging each part of her body as he got it clean. He gently squeezed her breasts and massaged her nipples until they stood up even more erect than they had when she woke up. He paid extra attention to her labia and ass, spending more time in those areas than necessary. He even massaged her scalp as he washed her hair.

When he had finished he picked her up and set her down on the bath mat. Then he wrapped Carrie in a large thirsty bath towel and sensously dried her off, taking care to get her dry before she caught a chill. Max and Carrie kissed passionately, wrapped in each other's embrace.

Max produced a woman's electric razor. "You really should be hairless, you know. This way we don't have to worry about nicks and cuts from a razor blade." Carrie had never had her pussy shaved but had been looking forward to it ever since Max told her his plans.

Carrie laid down on the floor on her back. She spread her legs wide enought for Max to work comfortably, her feet flat on the floor. Max combed her pubic hair and then, taking a barber's style pair of scissors, began cutting it as close to her skin as he could.

Then Max switched on the electric razor. The buzzing of the razor echoed through the private places inside Carrie. She began softly moaning as Max set the razor on that ticklish area below her stomach. It flinched from the delightful vibrations, causing Carrie to take a sharp breath in.

Each stroke of the razor increased the buzzing in her pussy until she began moaning, her head slowly turning from side to side. As the razor neared her swelling lips, an orgasm quickly built up strength inside her quite warm love box. With an accidental brushing of Max's pinkie on her overstimulated sex, Carrie's orgasm crashed over her with all the force of a tidal wave.

Max pulled the razor away and waited until Carrie's breathing began to return to normal. "Well, looks like we found something you really enjoy." True to form, Carrie blushed deeply. "Ready to start again?" Not daring to speak, both because she didn't know if she could and for fear that speaking might somehow ruin the magical spell that Max and the razor had on her, she simply nodded her head.

"Lift you hips, Carrie," he told her. Now not only was she being driven mad by the buzzing sensation on her pussy but she felt like she was offering herself to Max, begging him to worship at her altar. She felt like a needy, whorish sex-craved Love Goddess; she also knew that she liked the feeling. Her mind went split screen, one side enjoying the rest of the shaving, the other side daydreaming about all the the things she wanted to do and have done to her.

"Clean as the day you were born." Max helped Carrie stand up and brought her over to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. Her now hairless sex was just as it had been when she was little, before the discovery of self-arousal, before the joy of learning about her needs and wants, before the master and equal she had met and married, before...

Finally he put her collar back on her and led her to a corner of the living room. Carrie saw the drop cloths covering the carpet and the body paints and brushes neatly arranged on the coffee table. Max looked at her, his excitement evident on his face, and said, "Now we can transform you into Sasha the tiger woman."

Carrie stood naked on the floor in the middle of the drop cloth. She was in no danger now of getting a chill; Max had set the thermostat a little higher, and she was generating enough heat to be quite comfortable. She noticed that she was trembling slightly with anticipation and willed herself to be still.

Max brought over some orange colored paint and two paint brushes. He dipped the larger brush in the paint and began painting her body. First he covered her arms and legs. Then he painted her breasts, gently pushing each one so as to coat them thoroughly. Letting her simmer for a bit, he then painted her chest and back.

Next came her stomach  and pelvis. Then, affecting the air of an artist simply attempting to do his job, he began painting her sex. He pushed and pulled her lips to thoroughly cover them. Carrie began moaning from the attention. He then spread her butt cheeks and started painting the insides of them. Carrie moaned louder, more insistently as the brush played over her erogenous zone.

Finally Max painted her face, hands and feet. Then he took the smaller brush and dipped it into black paint. He blackened the tip of her nose and then drew tiger stripes all over her body. He gently played with her sensitive nipples, causing them to stand as erect as possible, and then carefully, playfully he painted them black, making them instantly visible even from a few yards away.

"The painting's done. Now it's time for the accessories." Carrie shuddered gently, remembering from her dream the feel of what would come next. First Max put a pair of false cat-like pointed teeth in her mouth. Next he affixed a set of whiskers under her nose. He put black lipstick on her lips. Then he set a pair of tiger's ears on her head.

"Kneel," he said simply. Carrie dropped to all fours and spread her ass. Max lubed a combination dildo/tiger tail and slid it inside her. Carrie remembered Max's demonstration of the tail the day before and began clenching and relaxing her sphincter muscles, making the tail raise and lower. "Excellent," he praised her. "Now why am I not surprised that you got that so well so fast?" Feeling herself blush and knowing that Max couldn't see it under all that body paint, Carrie let out a lusty purr.

"Stand up," he commanded. She stood up quickly. Max applied a powder over the paint that would keep the paint from smearing. A few minutes later he looked at her and smiled. "The transformation is complete. Come take a look." He led her over to a three-way mirror he had borrowed. Carrie almost couldn't believe that the creature she saw was really her. She clenched her butt cheeks and watched the tail move. That was her alright, that glorious tiger woman staring back at her. Suddenly she felt more feline and graceful than she dreamed she would.

Max clipped the leash to her collar, Carrie watching in the mirror, and he lead her to the middle of the living room. "Sasha, down," he commanded. Carrie, now Sasha the tiger woman, dropped to all fours. "Good girl," he told her, stroking her hair. Carrie purred in response to his touch.

Carrie and Max spent several hours playing Tiger Woman and Owner. Max fed Carrie her lunch, partly to keep food off of her, partly to reinforce the submissiveness of Sasha. She drank through a straw, which only required the reapplying of her lipstick.

Finally, after the playing and sensuous teasing had aroused both of them almost to their limits, Carrie and Max began kissing passionately. The began running their hands over each other's bodies, their fires burning out of control.

"God, I need you inside me," Carrie moaned. She dropped to all fours, her ass facing Max. Max dropped his pants and knelt behind her. As his manhood entered her steamy sex, she was enveloped in a rapturous orgasm. Together they danced the dance of lovers, until his explosion sent her into the most powerful, time- and space-robbing orgasm she had ever experienced. Nothing existed but that all-consuming orgasm.

Slowly the here and now intruded upon Carrie's consciousness. They collapsed to the floor, locked in a tender embrace, both totally, completely, lovingly spent. They both knew that Sasha the Tiger Woman would soon be a welcome visitor again.



Carrie and Miranda



Carrie Underwood left the stage of "Ellen" after a nice interview. It was country week on the show and Carrie was the first interview of the taping session. They were taping two episodes this day and next up, after a short break, was Miranda Lambert.

Carrie finished talking with a stage hand and approached Miranda's dressing room. She lightly knocked and received no answer. She slowly opened the door and peeked in but saw something that almost caused her to faint. 

Miranda was facing away from the door, on her knees and in front of a black man who had not a stitch of clothing on. Her head was bobbing back and forth, making it obvious to Carrie what she was doing to this man who was not her husband. He noticed her standing at the door and smiled before closing his eyes and having what was obviously an orgasm in the singer's mouth. Carrie quietly closed the door and backed away from the room.

"What the fuck," she said to herself as she walked back to her own dressing room.

Carrie quickly changed out of her purple dress and into the pair of jeans and tight white tank top she wore to the studio. The entire time she changed, she could not get the picture of Miranda cheating on her husband out of her mind. She decided to leave the building and get back to her hotel room to think things over. 

As she exited her room, she bumped into Miranda who was heading for the stage.

"Leaving already?" Miranda asked.

"Yeah, I've got a bit of a headache so I'm heading back to the hotel," she responded.

"Too bad, I wanted to hang out a bit today before I head back to Nashville," Miranda said with a smile.

"Maybe next time," Carrie said, smiling back.

Miranda headed off for the stage while Carrie headed for the exit. As she passed by the restrooms, she bumped into the man she saw earlier.

"Hey," the tall black man said.

"Hi," Carrie said, looking at the ground.

"Enjoy the show earlier?" he asked.

Carrie looked at him with a disgusted look. "You know she's married, right?"

"So am I, no big deal," he responded. Carrie sighed and started walking away. "If you ever want a taste of chocolate, you know where to find me!" he shouted out.

She started walking faster towards the exit when she realized she had left her phone in the dressing room. She walked back and passed by the man once again.

"Hungry?" he asked as she rushed past.

"No," she simply responded.

Once she got back to her dressing room, she noticed several missed text messages on her phone. She sat down and took the time to respond to all of them. By the time she was done, she realized that she had been in the room for a half hour. She got up and left, again bumping into Miranda as she left.

"I thought you had a headache. Feeling better?" she asked.

"A little better; I forgot my phone and got caught up texting," Carrie responded. Miranda started to walk away when she was stopped. "Hey Miranda!" Carrie shouted out. "Why don't you come to my hotel and we can hang out for a bit like you wanted." 

The two shared a smile before leaving together. They both passed the man again, this time with no words exchanged. They went into their separate cars and headed towards the hotel. After a fifteen minute drive, they arrived and headed up to Carrie's room. Miranda sat down on the bed while Carrie tossed her bag onto a chair.

"Want anything to drink?" Carrie asked.

"Got any beer?" Miranda asked back.

Carrie retrieved two beers from the mini-bar and tossed one to her friend. She sat down on a chair and quickly drank the beer down while Miranda drank slower.

"Thirsty?" Miranda asked.

"It's just...I need a drink after today," Carrie said, grabbing another beer.

"We were on "Ellen", it's not exactly a stressful situation," Miranda said.

"It's not the show it's...nevermind."

"What? Did something happen to you?" Miranda asked as she stood up.

"No, nothing happened to me. Just forget it," she said as she finished her second beer.

"Tell me right now," Miranda commanded.

"Really, it's not important at all."

"Tell me or I'll break this," Miranda said as she grabbed Carrie's phone. 

Carrie tried to grab it back but Miranda held it out of her reach and started to dig her nails into the screen. "Last chance."

"It's you!" Carrie shouted out. "I saw you...with the guy...on your knees."

Miranda slowly handed the phone back to Carrie and sat down. She looked like a small child that had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"How much did you see?" she asked.

"I only saw you for about twenty seconds but it was...you know, the last twenty seconds," Carrie said, not looking at her. "He caught me just as he was finishing and I left. That's why I was leaving early, it was just so shocking." Carrie stood up over Miranda and placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're married, how could you do something like that?"

"It has nothing to do with Blake, I love him," Miranda said.

"Enough to suck another man's..." Carrie stopped herself before finishing the sentence.

"It just happened; it was one time," Miranda responded, still with a shocked look on her face. "You can't tell anyone."

Carrie sighed and sat down next to her. "I'm not a good liar and Blake is a good friend, I don't know if I could hold something like this back."

"You have to, Carrie. It would crush him to find out," she said, grabbing onto her hand.

"I don't think I can."

Miranda looked around the room nervously before looking at Carrie again, only this time she was looking lower. Her eyes met Carrie's heaving chest, watching it rise and fall with each breath. She could tell by the pace that she was beyond nervous.

"Maybe I could do something for you to make sure that you don't tell," Miranda said, licking her lips.

"Like what?" Carrie said as she turned towards her and noticed her staring. "What are you looking at?"

"You have a beautiful body Carrie."

"Miranda?"

"Shh," Miranda said, placing a finger over Carrie's lips. "I know what I can do to keep you quiet." 

She removed her finger and gave her a quick kiss, causing Carrie to jump up off the bed.

"What are you doing!?" she yelled, wiping her mouth.

Miranda stood up and walked towards her. 

"I want a shot at that pretty little body of yours," she said.

"I...I've...I've never done..." Carrie said nervously.

"Shh," Miranda again covered Carrie's mouth. "Have a seat, sweetheart."

Miranda backed away. Carrie slowly made her way to the bed and sat down. Miranda stood in front of her and smiled before pulling her shirt off. Carrie watched as her friend lifted the tight black tank top off and wrapped it around her neck. She quickly tossed the shirt down and continued watching as Miranda unhooked her bra and let her massive breasts free.

"Wow," Carrie whispered when she saw them.

"Blake said the same thing when he first saw these," Miranda said as she pulled her jeans and panties down, exposing her clean-shaven pussy.

Carrie stared at her crotch as she felt a stirring in her own. "I never would have guessed you were a shaver," she said as an intense warm feeling grew in her pants.

Miranda sat down next to Carrie and started rubbing her thigh slowly. She leaned forward and gave her another kiss; this time getting a much more positive response. Carrie timidly started kissing back until she caught herself and broke the kiss.

"This isn't right," Carrie said as she tried to move away from her.

"You're right," Miranda said, catching Carrie off guard. "You should be naked too."

Carrie stood up and started to walk towards the door but was stopped when Miranda grabbed her arm.

"Let me go, I don't..." she stopped after Miranda slapped her on the ass. "Don't do that. Now..." she was again cut off when she felt her jeans being pulled down. 

Miranda roughly pulled Carrie down on the bed by her jeans and pushed her on her back. She climbed on top of her and sat on her chest, facing away. Carrie tried to fight her off but froze when she heard her zipper being pulled down. She felt her pants being roughly pulled off. She was beyond embarrassed when she felt a cool breeze on her trimmed pussy.

"So you don't like wearing panties...nice," Miranda said as she pulled the jeans off of her and tossed them across the room.

Before Carrie could respond, she felt Miranda's fingers running through her pubic hair. She was nervous but also was getting very excited. Once Miranda's hand pressed against her pussy, she found out just how excited she was.

"Soaking fucking wet...I knew you were enjoying this," she said, holding her wet hand up in front of her own face before licking all of Carrie's juices from it.

Miranda looked back at Carrie and slowly sucked on her own finger. This caused Carrie to giggle, which in turn caused Miranda to giggle. At this point, Carrie realized that fighting was not going to work. Once Miranda pressed her hand against her pussy again, she responded with a soft moan. They looked each other in the eye and it was on from there.

Carrie reached out and pulled Miranda down to her, giving her the proper kiss that she had fought against twice before. Miranda put her wet hands around Carrie's cheek and took control of the kiss. Both girls were in heaven as they experienced their first loving kiss.

Once the embrace was broken, Miranda started grabbing at her new lover's tank top and pulled it off over her head. She instantly dug her face into the perfect set of breasts beneath her. Only the sounds of kissing, slobbering and moaning could be heard in the room.

After a minute of breast worship, Miranda rose from her chest and sat up, still sitting on Carrie's hip. She grabbed onto her friend's hands and drew them to her own chest. Carrie cooed when her hands grabbed onto the large mounds hanging from Miranda's body. She never could have imagined how great it would be to play with a large pair of breasts before. She had only grabbed at her own before, but hers were a lot more firm and smaller than Miranda's. Both girls closed their eyes and moaned as she kept her hands on Miranda's chest for several minutes. 

Once she released her grip, Carrie gently pushed Miranda off of her and sat up next to her. They both tilted their heads and shared another kiss. As they kissed, both girls lowered their hands until they were touching each other's soaking wet pussies.

Carrie jumped when Miranda's index finger found its way between her puffy lips. She returned the favor by doing the same to her friend. They never broke the kiss as they lightly fingered each other. They both got increasingly wet and tried slipping a second finger in. Carrie had not trouble putting another finger in Miranda, but it took some work for a second finger to fit inside her own body.

Miranda pushed Carrie back down on the bed and shoved the second finger in as hard as possible. Carrie screamed loudly as he pussy was stretched further. She felt both fingers slide in and out at a faster and faster pace until she could hold on no longer. She arched her back and let out a deep moan as an intense orgasm washed over her. She was so lost in her lust that she did not even realize that Miranda was busy licking up every drop of cum that her pussy produced.

Carrie remained still on the bed as she received her first licking from a woman. She stared up at the ceiling with a big smile, feeling Miranda's tongue and breath on her swollen and sensitive opening. After a few seconds, she saw Miranda's crotch above her head. Slowly, it lowered down until it met her lips. Without missing a beat, Carrie let her tongue slip out and started licking her pussy while hers was still being ravished.

The girls were locked in a 69 as Carrie experienced the taste of another woman for the first time. She had tasted her own juices many times in her life but never before tasted different juices. She immediately realized that pussy was indeed one of her favorite tastes. She slowly worked her tongue around the hot, wet hole resting against her mouth as her nostrils soaked up the intense smell of pleasure.

Around two minutes after the 69 was locked in, Miranda sat up and put all of her weight down on Carrie's face. Carrie was unaffected by the change of position and kept her tongue circling around inside the increasingly moistening crotch around it. Miranda leaned back and purred as her body started to tense up before exploding in an orgasm that drenched her friend's face. 

Carrie closed her eyes and lapped up as much of the hot cum that fell from Miranda as she could, all while keeping a big smile on her face. Once Miranda came down from her orgasm, she removed herself from Carrie's face and collapsed next to her. They two girls embraced in a hug before taking a chance to relax.

"That was awesome," Miranda whispered into Carrie's ear.

"I never thought I'd like being with a woman so much," she responded before sharing a small kiss. She stared into Miranda's eyes before jumping out of bed and going through her bag. "I've got an idea for something fun we can try," she said while looking.

"Like what?"

"Like this!" Carrie said, holding up a ten inch, pink dildo.

She flipped a switch on the toy and watched as it violently shook in her hands. She looked over at Miranda, who was licking her lips and running her hand down her body. She reached for the toy once Carrie got back in bed but was stopped.

"You went first last time, it's my turn," Carrie said with a devilish smile.

Miranda rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide. Carrie held the toy against her clit and drew it closer to Miranda. She licked her lips before slowly inching it into the waiting cunt of her friend. 

Miranda's eyes went wide as the thick toy slid between her soaking wet lips and into her pussy. She immediately arched her back as the feeling of fullness ran through her. Carrie held her eyes closed and mouth open, groaning as she started thrusting in and out. It took no time before she was slamming it is hard as she possibly could.

Miranda spread her arms out on the bed and laughed with each thrust. She had never had someone fuck her with a toy before and she loved every second of it. She looked up at Carrie and saw the fake-angry face she was making as she pumped away. Miranda could not help but laugh at the faces se was making. Eventually, she just closed her eyes and took in the fucking.

Several minutes in, both girls felt a stir within their crotches. The vibration on Carrie's clit sent her into another orgasm while at the same time; Miranda had her own climax around the toy. Both girls froze in lust as they felt the pleasure rush through them.

Before Carrie was fully recovered, Miranda took the vibrator from her, pushed her onto the bed and took her turn. Without skipping a beat, she slammed the toy as deep as she could into Carrie, causing her to jump back into reality. 

Carrie did as Miranda and spread her arms wide, closed her eyes and just took in the feeling. Miranda was a lot rougher with the fucking than she had been...and she loved it. It was the hardest that she could ever remember being fucked.

Miranda, meanwhile, was loving being in charge. She treated the toy like it was attached to her body and made sure to get full use out of it. She held it in one hand while using her other hand to slap various parts of Carrie's body, particularly her breasts. After just a few minutes of fucking, Carrie's breasts were beat-red. 

Miranda kept fucking her for several minutes until Carrie arched her back and had yet another orgasm, this one accompanied by a loud shriek.

"FUCKING SHIT!" she screamed as a puddle of her juices formed underneath her ass.

Miranda pulled the toy out of her and started rubbing it against her clit. Shortly thereafter, she stood up directly over Carrie and started slapping her own pussy until her cum started spraying out. She squirted what seemed like a gallon of cum all over her friend. Carrie opened her mouth wide and caught as much as she possibly could. When it was over, she was coated in a thick layer of sweet smelling liquid.

Miranda lay down next to Carrie and snuggled next to her while they both recovered from their intense love-making.

"That was beyond awesome," Carrie whispered. "I never want this to end."

"Be patient sweetie, this isn't over just yet."

To be continued...



Carrie & Parker: Amazing



Carrie watched carefully as Parker slipped the tie around his neck. His dark hair was still tousled and he was biting his lip a little as he focused on tying his tie. She sat up and laid her head on her hand and laughed softly. He looked up at her and smiled back,

"What's so funny?" He moved toward her a little.

"You're just so damn cute." She licked her lips a little and Parker could feel himself growing hard. He glanced at the clock. He really didn't have time right now but he knew if he didn't fuck her right now, he'd just be uncomfortable all day. He looked her over carefully. Her dark skin was wrapped in his silky light blue sheets and her hair was messy from sleeping over the night before.

"Come here." He motioned to her. She shook her head no,

"Can't. You have to work and I have to get over to Matty's."

Parker felt a surge of anger rise up. He didn't understand Carrie's relationship with Matt. She insisted they were just friends, but she was always hanging around that guy.

Carrie seemed to sense Parker's jealousy and she rose up on her knees so that the sheet fell down exposing her soft, dark skin. Parker thought her nipples were the perfect size; they fit into his mouth perfectly. She grabbed his button up white shirt and pulled him close. 

"Kiss me." She whispered to him. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. He could feel her nipples rubbing against his shirt and he let out a low groan. Carrie pulled away and hopped off the bed.

"Have a good day." She shut the bathroom door.

Parker knelt down on the bed for a moment. It took all of his strength not to follow her in there and punish her for teasing him like that, but instead he tied his tie and went off to work.

"Matty come on give it to me." Carrie pushed the tall boy and he tripped a little. The two were walking down the main street of their town.

"No way, I want to see this stud muffin." He teased. He had Carrie's picture phone in his hand and he was looking for a picture of Parker.

Matty and Carrie had been friends for a long time and though they had never been sexual in any way they had always had chemistry. Saturday was they tried to always go out to brunch to catch up on each other's lives. Matty usually had some crazy story about some chick he had fucked and Carrie's stories consisted of work or something boring, but not lately, lately she had ditched brunch because of her new boyfriend and Matty wanted to see him.

"Matt!" She grabbed the phone out of his hand, "I'll show you."

"Why? What do you have naked pictures on there or something?" Carrie smirked, "No way? You do!" He laughed and grabbed the thin girl around the waist. He picked her up and tossed her gently onto the grass.

"Knock it off." She joked, "Here look." She showed him the picture she had of Parker.

"Oh yeah, that dude. I remember him from the bar."

"Yeah."

"He any good in bed?" He smiled at Carrie knowing she wouldn't answer, she was too prude.

"Matty!"

Later that night, Carrie knocked softly on Parker's door. He opened it quickly and let her in. She went to kiss him but he moved away.

"What's up?" She asked him softly. He shut the door behind her.

"Carrie, tell me the truth about Matt." He turned to face her. Carrie could feel his anger. His eyes, usually bright and blue were dark and grey.

"Matty's my friend. What is this about Parker?"

"I saw you two today. Walking down the street near my office. He had his hands all over you."

Carrie sat her purse down and walked into the living room, "He did not have his hands all over me Parker, that's stupid."

Parker followed her, feeling his anger rising. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close to him, 

"Don't lie to me Carrie."

"I'm not lying." She yanked her wrist away, "We were playing around and talking about you. That's it."

Parker crossed his arms and glared down at her. He was physically imposing and Carrie felt very small trying to stand up to him.

"Look. I'm yours. Do you understand that? I'm yours." She unbuttoned her top and pulled it off, "This is yours, and I won't let anyone else touch me but you." She unfastened her bra and took it off quickly. "All of me is yours." Parker let his eyes take in her brown body and then he looked up into her eyes and saw the ferocity of her feelings, the truth behind her words. He felt the anger melt inside him.

"Baby, I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He let his lips touch her neck and kiss the soft flesh.

"I only want you. I want you to touch me and kiss me and lick me and fuck me." She said the words in a whisper and Parker felt himself get hard. He had thought about fucking her all day.

"I want you too baby." He kissed her hard on the mouth and let his hands roam up and grab her tender breasts. He pulled on the nipples gently at first, then hard, like she liked it. She moaned softly. He unzipped her jeans and let them fall. She stepped out of her pants. He took in her whole body; she wore the tiniest pink thong he had ever seen.

"God you are so hot." Carrie reached up and unbuttoned his shirt pulling it off him to reveal his hard muscular physique. He kissed his chest and then his biceps. She undid his belt and knelt in front of him. She pulled out his hard cock and began to lick the shaft up and down. Parker let out soft moans. She teased him by licking and then kissing the head of his cock. Just when Parker was ready to scream from frustration she took him into her mouth. He sighed then groaned,

"God baby, how are you so good at this?" He let his hand rest on the back of her head gently urging more of himself inside of her. She let her hands caress his balls and then pulled her mouth away from him. He looked down at her and she looked so sexy kneeling in front him. She took one of his balls into her mouth, then the other, switching slowly back and forth.

"Oh Carrie yes." 

She then took him into her mouth again. She could taste the salty semen beginning to come out of him as he came hard in her mouth, holding her head right on his cock.

"God you are amazing at that." He pulled her up to him and kissed her thick, swollen lips.

"Parker..." She bit her lip and didn't say anything.

"I know, I love you too." He took her hand and led her to the bedroom, "Now I want you to lie back so I can make you cum over and over again."...