3 comments/ 109165 views/ 12 favorites Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 By: Genderal The following is my first attempt at erotic fiction. I have submitted the first six chapters but there are many more. I'll post the rest if any of you are interested. ---------------------------------- CHAPTER 1 -------------------- Gavin had been married for twenty-one years, in all that time he had been faithful. He had looked, but he had not touched. There were plenty of girls and women that he liked. Several he had seriously lusted over, but he had never done anything about it. He had never made that move. He never gave off any availability signals. Now he was getting older, he felt he was missing out and he blamed his wife, Elaine. She had put on weight when they had had their twin girls eight years ago; she was permanently going to do something about it but never did. Her idea of sex was to lie down in the same spot of the bed usually in the dark and have Gavin do stuff to her, she certainly enjoyed it, but frankly, it bored him. Elaine never refused sex but neither did she initiate it, and she hardly ever did stuff back. He believed she was very naive and unimaginative, she did not like watching porn but she did have numerous toys that she would often have him use on her. She loved to have him shoot cum into her sparsely haired cunt, only once had she given him a blowjob that had ended in him cumming in her mouth, (she had swallowed but complained it tasted of onions, very romantic). Gavins big aim was to get her to have anal sex. She had, after several years of coaxing, finally allowed him to put a well lubricated finger or two up her bum, and it was obvious that she enjoyed that a lot, it was often what tipped her over the edge into orgasm when he was licking her cunt. He occasionally pressed the head of his cock against her arse hole 'accidentally' just to gauge her reaction, she would always pull away or reposition herself so that her cunt was again the target. On an occasion recently though, she had had a few drinks and they were actually in bed with the lights on. He had managed to get her very lubricated with KY and she had cum very hard several times. She was on her hands and knees begging him to stick it in her. He kneeled behind her and pressed his cock against her little brown star. He believed she had not even noticed, so he pressed harder, she moved away as he pushed he thought the mere tip of his cock had entered her, it was hard to tell, but she was squeezing her arse shut that was for sure. "That's far enough, it's hurting." Gavin had just collapsed on the sheets in sheer frustration. He simply could not face banging away at her cunt for half an hour. It was boring. As far as Elaine was concerned, sperm went in her cunt and that was it. Not once in their entire marriage had she given him a hand job. He would have loved to have wanked on her tits, face, or anywhere else, how about pissing on her, how about she pissed on him, how about she fist fucked his arse, how about a threesome with a prostitute, how about she just jiggled about a bit. Gavin was bored. He had done his bit, he'd kept in shape, not muscular but he was tall 6' 2", slim, many thought him to be mid thirties rather than forties. Elaine was short 5' 4", well overweight, in her forties and looking it. She was getting the better part of the sex deal and he had had enough. Paula was woman who worked for him. They were potters. Paula had been an object of his daily wanking lust for many years. So had several other women and girls but the difference was that he liked her, he really liked her. He was sure that if he let himself he could easily fall in love with her. This could not be allowed to happen. For all of his resentment and unhappiness regarding his sex life, he loved his wife and no way was he ever going to endanger that. Paula was the opposite of his wife, she was tall 5' 10", very slim, and blond (from a bottle). She was a girly girl, and she was funny, and outrageously flirtatious with anything that had trousers and a pulse. She was forty-one; it was obvious that she had been a real looker in her past. All the men liked Paula. It happened that Gavins pottery company had won a rush job late on Friday for delivery on Monday, he needed help with the moulds. Something that he really admired about Paula was that she was prepared to muck in with any part of the job. Pottery can be a very manual job, but she did it with feminine grace and charm, Gavin found this very sexy. Women in traditionally male occupations tend to be butch, but not Paula and she had long painted nails and lipstick to prove it. Paula had volunteered to come in over the weekend and help with the job. Gavin was slightly surprised, as she usually preferred to stay home at weekends. He was also very pleased. He always enjoyed any time spent with her. Starting early on Saturday, he had a lot of the work done by the time she turned up at about eleven o'clock. They talked while they cut clay, mixed glaze and replenished slip checked the hundreds of things that needed checking and loaded the kiln. Gavin asked why she had been so keen to work this weekend. "To be with you of course," Gavin refused to rise to her flirting. "Well obviously, but besides that, you don't usually like working Saturdays." "I wanted to spend some time with you," Paula repeated. "You almost sound sincere, what's suddenly so good about spending time with me?" Paula looked at him, she hesitated a moment, then, seeming to have made a decision she pushed the stop button on the mixing machine, it ground to a halt. "Let's get some coffee and sit down for a bit," she said. "Fine," he wondered what was coming. Paula retrieved two cups of coffee from the machine and carried them off towards the office. Gavin followed. Arriving in the office, she walked on through to the back room where the chairs were bigger and softer. Part of the partition wall between the two offices was made of glass and at a certain angle it acted as a mirror, as Gavin entered the room closing the door behind him he could see Paula tidying her hair with her fingers, this was obviously for his benefit and he knew she was preparing to tell him something. His heart was quickening, he did not want bad news right now. "So, what's up?" he said, giving her a friendly sympathetic smile. "I had another argument with Greg the other night," she said. Greg was her husband; she had an argument with him at least twice a week so this was hardly unusual news. "It was about nothing as usual, and he hasn't spoken to me since." "So everything's normal there then," Gavin quipped. "It's not that it was any different to any of our other rows, it's just that afterwards I just sort of flipped, it's like I changed channel in my mind. I think the row was the final straw, I know now that I'm not going to argue like that again, there's just no point. I have decided for sure to leave Greg." "Here it comes," Gavin thought, "she's going to leave work and start again somewhere." "Where will you go?" Gavin asked. "I don't know, it'll probably end up with him moving out, but that's all a long way off." "How do you mean?" "Well we can't split up until the girls are grown up and India's only eleven so that'll be about seven years," she explained. Paula had two daughters India, eleven and Fionna, eighteen. "So you've decided that your husband is going to leave you in your house in seven years time?" Gavin laughed. "It's not funny, that's it, I've had enough." "OK, well you have plenty of time to change your mind before then." "The point is that I have to mark time for seven years." "What do you mean?" Paula looked down at her feet, Gavin was leaning against a desk and she stood a couple of feet to his left. The hesitation drew Gavins attention to the moment; obviously, this was what was really on her mind. "Gav?" she said. "yes Paula?" "There's no way I'm going seven years without a bloke.," she said. "You'll have to go out on the prowl or you could advertise and hold interviews," he joked. "It's not funny, I need a bit of stability. I need a boyfriend who doesn't mind my husband." "Well that narrows it down to half the men in the country." "I'm serious, I need someone who's there for me but I can't commit to for at least seven years." "Darling, you need a mistress, well not a mistress, would it be a master, a gigolo perhaps, whatever the male equivalent is, that's what you need. But then so does everyone else in the country; including me." "Really?" "Yes, that's what you need, an honest to goodness fuck buddy." "No, what you just said about everyone needing a mistress, including you?" Gavins face flushed. The alarm bells were ringing in his head, here was a chance to make a real fool of himself. Some men would see this as a straight up proposition, others, and Gavin was one of them, would shy away from any possible form of rejection by a female. The relationship that Gavin and Paula had was a strange one. He was her boss. Gavin found her totally captivating. They flirted mercilessly. He had no idea how she genuinely felt about him physically, he knew she liked him as a person, but the outrageous flirting masked any true feelings. He had been led to believe by office gossip, that she was no stranger to extra marital activity, he was pretty sure she had had some one night stands and at least one long term serious boyfriend who it seemed left the scene about a year ago. Gavin figured that if he said, "No I was only kidding," he would be slamming the door on any possibility of her offering herself. On the other hand, "Sure, but the trick is finding the right one," would leave the door wide open and allow further talk around the subject without him committing himself. "Sure, the trick would be to find the right one." he replied. "What would make a good mistress?" Gavin backed away from the right answer of "You would be perfect my darling Paula." "Well for me, female, breathing and weighing in under thirteen stone. How about you? What will your advert say?" Paulas mind was in turmoil. Was he really not interested? She had thought that through all the flirting and occasional touching and hugging there had been some genuine attraction to her. She had been awake late into the night worrying about how she could engineer this conversation to let him express his true feelings, but it had passed over him like he really did not care. Paula, normally so loud and confident stood up. She moved to stand in front of him. She spread her feeling on the floor for him to trample on. "Gav, I want you to be my fuck buddy." Gavins heart stopped. It must have started again at some point at least long enough for him to say, "OK." He was scanning her every hair, gesture, sound, voice inflection for any hint of a joke or sarcasm. There was none. "So we're fuck buddies then?" he confirmed. "If you want?" She intoned awkwardly. Gavin felt numb what should he do next with his newly announced fuck buddy? What was a suitable next move? He finally decided that his response to her initial request would probably have struck her as less than enthusiastic. "Paula, I have always wanted you. You are the most gorgeous woman I know. Your husband is a bloody fool and I'm glad because it means you are here with me. I want to take you to bed, forever." He had finally said something right in her opinion, because a tearful glint appeared in her eyes. "Please kiss me," she said. Gavins heart was pounding he was very excited. Save for his wife she would be the first woman he had kissed in over twenty-one years. "Paula, if I kiss you, I doubt I could control myself, I've wanted you for a very long time." Paula decided to go for it. If this was going to happen then she wanted it all, right now. She did not want any doubts creeping into his mind overnight. "OK... Do it now," she said. "What?" "Sex... I want you in me." Gavin looked at her in disbelief, was she really going to let him do her? "Where could we do it?" he asked, "Right here, right now," she replied with the merest hint of defiance breaking across her smiling lips. This was a dream. He could not be this lucky, she was going to change her mind at any moment. Best not give her time to think. Gavin held out his hand to her, palm side up, she did not take it. Instead, she looked into his eyes, simultaneously taking a step towards him gently bending back the fingers of his outstretched hand against her tummy. Their eyes locked upon one another, she leaned forward very slightly. His fingers were brushing against the waistband of her jeans. He broke her gaze and looked at his hand, he wanted to simply push it down inside her jeans and grab her sex, but to be practical her jeans were very tight around her slim waist and his arm was at the wrong angle. Instead, he moved his hand to her left hip and brought his other to hold her right hip. Gavin raised his eyes to again catch hers, he gently pulled her closer and closer until their noses touched and they could feel each others breath, still they looked at each other, their breathing becoming lighter and lighter. Paula tilted her head and embraced him with her arms, her lips brushed his once, twice and a third time, Gavin stood still hardly daring to move his heart was pounding. Finally she pressed her lips to his, he opened his mouth and Paulas tongue found his, Neither of them dare break the kiss, such was the excitement each of them felt, they were actually kissing, this was her saliva on his tongue, that was his tongue exploring her mouth. They had both fantasized about this moment for so long, they wanted it to go on forever, but neither could they wait to take the next steps. Gavin moved both of his hands from her hips up her back either side of her spine, his fingers catching momentarily on her bra strap. God. He was actually touching Paulas bra, he knew that she would allow him to remove that bra, he knew he was going to see her tits, he was going to suck on her nipples, he brought his right hand around her side and cupped the side of her breast. Paula gave a small grunt of approval and turned her torso slightly towards his hand. Gavin opened his fingers wide and placed the palm of his hand firmly over her left breast, he closed his fingers catching the tip of her very hard nipple. He opened and closed his fingers again, this time he held the nipple between his fingers. Paula moaned, her legs were trembling; her nipples were aching to be pulled. She could feel her vagina involuntarily contracting. Gavin lowered his hand from her breast only to raise it again. This time under her sweater and vest, up her side over her ribs, she could feel his fingers levering a gap under the side strap of her bra, then he moved his hand to the front, popping the cup from her breast his fingers firmly searching out and tweaking her nipple. "I was right," he thought as he felt the silky texture of her breast. In his fantasies he always imagined that Paulas breasts would be feathery soft, instead of firm, and that her nipples would grow long and hard. He had also imagined that her tits would sag slightly, after all she was a mother of two and in her forties, but that would simply make him feel more protective toward her, her body was past it's prime and she would be feeling vulnerable. He did not care what her tits were like, he simply cared that they were Paulas tits, and that she was eagerly sharing them with him. His mind again focused on what his hand was doing to her breast. It was squeezing it, very firmly, mashing the rock hard nipple through the soft flesh of her breast and against her ribs. His other arm was pulling her into him tightly. She in turn had her arms around him, one around his back, the other she had behind his head pulling him towards her eager mouth. She was making small animalistic whimpering noises at the back of her throat and breathing heavily through her nose, she could smell his skin, soap, sweat and yesterdays aftershave, she liked the way he smelled, it was honest and trustworthy, uncomplicated, manly. She ruffled her fingers through his hair. Her thumb was behind his ear. She had always thought that he had cute ears. It had been along time since she had kissed anyone who was actually taller then her, she liked it, the man should be taller, she thought. Paula knew, she would never be more turned on than she was right now, she was ready for sex. She was ready to be mounted. She was so ready that she could feel the slippery wetness of her vagina moistening the crotch of her knickers. Her nipples were on fire. She ached to be fucked. She released Gavins head and moved her hand to his crotch. She had felt the lump in his jeans pushing against her own mound; it was pulsing with each squeeze of her tit. She needed to move this along, she needed to get his cock out and answer the question that had been uppermost in her fantasies. She flattened her hand against the iron tube that Gavin had inside his pants, that ca not be real she thought, Gavins cock was hard, very hard. Gavin moaned as Paulas palm rubbed across the tip of his penis. Paula was feeling his cock. She was hungry for it. It just could not get better than this. He felt the zipper on his jeans being eased down, followed by a fumbled pop of the top button. It could get better. Paulas hand was inside his boxers, her palm against his groin, she nudged the shaft of his cock with the back of her fingers, she turned her hand around and grasped his rigid manhood, she let out a guttural moan, Gavin almost passed out with sheer excitement. He wanted her. Paula squeezed the seven inches of hard cock, it did not feel real, it was about the same size as her husbands, but it was so hard it felt more like her battery powered best friend, she squeezed again, it pulsed in her grip. She had an immediate and desperate desire to see it. Paula finally broke their kiss, leaving both of them with a saliva soaked ring around their mouths. She briefly looked into his eyes and then down his body. "I'm sorry ... I just have to ... Do this," she mumbled, pulling away from his grip. Slowly she dropped to her knees. Gavins boxers had snapped back into place when she had let go of his cock, but his cock head was poking out through the waistband, his jeans were still in place but the front was open, his T shirt covered the opening. Paula reached out and grasped his jeans at both hips and pulled down until they were at his knees. Gavin looked down at the top of her head, it was level with his crotch. He was shaking with anticipation. He grasped the hem of his T-shirt and lifted it over his head, He did not want it obscuring his view of Paula and his cock. Paula could see the tip of his cock peeping out of his waistband it looked shiny and there was a single drop of clear pre-cum on the very tip. She hurriedly pulled his boxers down out of the way, his cock hardly moved from its vertical position it was very hard. Gavin expected her to grab it, but she didn't, instead Paula leaned in towards his cock with her face just millimetres away from it but not touching, she looked at it, she inhaled deeply through her nose, smelling its musky aroma finally she extended her tongue to the glistening liquid on the tip and tasted Gavin. She liked the taste of Gavin, she opened her mouth and swallowed about four inches of him, she ran her tongue around his cock head and again noted how hard he was. Gavin wanted to push. Gavin wanted to fuck her face. Gavin wanted to grab her head and shag it. This was Paula and she was getting off on sucking his cock. He had lusted after this woman for over ten years, all the flirting and double entendres and joking to cover up his/their genuine feelings were in the bin, he was going to squirt spunk on her tits, and make her scream. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 I had forgotten how hot it could be here even the cab felt cool. I tell the driver I need to stop by an adult store on the way to the hotel. Some things you can't take on a plane. I check in at the hotel and the desk clerk says, "Two adults and one king suite, Will your wife be joining you?" Not my wife but, yes, the lady will be alone sometime today. And I write your name "Julia" on the check-in card. The desk clerk rings a bell and says, "Jimmy will show you to your room." The bellboy opens the room and puts the luggage in the bedroom as I check out the main room and the kitchen. He comes back and asks if there is anything that I need. A bottle of Champagne and a fruit and cheese snack tray would be great. I hand him a tip and he says that will be right up. I open the glass door and step out on to the balcony. The view from the balcony is nice and being on the top floor and the way the building curved back it had some privacy. The patio chairs and table are strongly built and will hold up good. There is a knock at the door. "Come in" Another knock. Oh good, the room is very sound proof, I think as I open the door. I first see the bellboy holding your luggage but as he steps into the room I get my first look at you in person. You are so beautiful. Even more breathtaking than in any of the pictures that you had sent me. I take and kiss the back of your hand and look into those lovely brown and hazel eyes. Please come in. You step in as the bellboy comes back for putting your luggage in the bedroom. As I tip him,he looks at you then me and smiles and says the champagne and tray should be right up. When you hear the door close you turn around and look at me. I can tell you are very nervous, you look like you are about to jump out of your skin. "Julia" {It's nice to say your name out load} It's ok there is a bathroom off the bedroom if you want to freshen up from your drive. Make yourself at home and if you need anything just call the front desk and they will bring it up. You walk into the bedroom and as you close the door there is a knock on the outer door. I open the door and it's Jimmy with the tray and champagne. He puts it on the table and asks if he should open the bottle. "Please and Jimmy what is the best strip club for some private lap dances?" As he opens the bottle he says the Talk of The Town Strip Club is very private and if I want he can have a car and driver to take us. I say that would be great and I will call him after dinner. As I close the door behind jimmy I hear the bedroom door open and turn to see you standing in the door way dressed in a little tank top and a little French cut panties. With a smile you ask how do I want you to dress. I tell you to dress for dinner and a night out but you are dressed just fine for now we have lots of time. You giggle and turn and skip over to the table and have a bite of fruit. As I walk toward you I admirer your soft curves and I just want to grab you and rip off what little clothes you have on and fuck you. I walk up behind you and reach out with both hands. Touching you for the first time, I run my hands down your arms. Your skin is so soft and you smell so good. I kiss your neck and whisper, "God I have wanted to do this for so long." You turn slightly and tip your head back and our lips meet in a kiss filled with passion and want. I break the kiss. Pulling your top off I kiss from your shoulder to the back of your neck and then down your back. As I pass between your shoulder blades you shiver and start to turn and I stop you. Your smell and taste is so intoxicating I want to kiss every inch of you. When I reach the edge of your panties I slowly pull them down and continue kissing all over your butt. As I kiss across the lower edge of your cheeks I can smell your sweet arousal. I stand up and turn you around. Seeing you standing in front of me naked for the first time makes my heart race. You are so beautiful and sexy. We kiss and you unbutton my shirt and I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor as you push my shirt off my arms. I bend and pick you up and carry you to the bedroom. Laying you on the bed I kiss and suck on your left tit. Running my hand over your belly enjoying the feel of your body. When I reach your pussy it is freshly trimmed and I run my fingers over the short soft hair. I start licking down the same path as my hand till I get to your pussy mound. Moving down I spread your legs and lay between them. Your pussy looks and smells so wonderful. With the tip of my tongue I lick the outer edge of your pussy, tasting your juices. Then I lick up the center parting, your lips and just lightly sliding over your clit. I suck your soft meaty lips into my mouth. I start fucking you with my tongue in and out sucking up as much of your sweet juices as I can get. I can tell you are close so I move up, sucking and flicking your clit with my tongue and insert two fingers into you. You start bucking your hips. You grab my hair with your hands and clamp your legs around my head as you scream and cum on my fingers. When you finally relax your legs and let go of my hair, I grab your hips and flip you over. I pull you over the edge of the bed with your knees on the floor. Getting a rubber out of my luggage and putting it on I get on my knees behind you and slowly push my dick into your pussy. We instantly get into a slow rhythm as if we were old lovers but it's not long before we start getting faster and start slamming into each other. When I can't take anymore I grab your shoulder with one hand and lift up your upper body and with the other hand I reach and pinch your nipple You scream and I feel you cum on my cock as I let go inside you. I fall onto your back and just lay there kissing your neck as we catch our breath. Taking your hand I stand up and help you to your feet and we walk out to the table and we grab the champagne, glasses and tray and cuddle up on the couch. Our two bodies becoming one. For the next two hours we just talk eat, drink and relax. After we shower, we get dressed for dinner and a night out. You look beautiful in a mid thigh dress. On the way to dinner we stop and do some gambling. All through dinner we just talk, never not having something to talk about. Sitting side by side I can't keep my hands off you if I am not holding your hand I have my hand on your leg. After dinner we go to the front desk and haveJimmy get us a car and driver. He walks us out and opens the limousine door for us. You ask where we are going. When I tell you a strip club I can see both excitement and nervousness on your face. The driver asks if we would like the privacy window up. I tell him no and it would be nice if he could drive us up and down the strip so we can see the town at night. The driver start down the strip and points out some of the sights. My hand is on your knee and your skin is so soft. I move my hand up your leg and as I start to push up your dress I feel you clamp your legs close on my hand. I gently pinch your thigh and you reluctantly open your legs back up. I continue moving my hand up till I feel your panties. As I rub your panty covered pussy I can feel your heat and your panties start to get wet. You have your head lying on my shoulder and your eyes closed. You let out a soft little moan as the limousine pulls up in front of the club. The door is open just as I remove my hand and pull your dress down. We exit the limousine and enter the club and find a table by one of the three stages. The girl on the stage is just finishing her dance as the song stops. A waitress asks if we would like a drink and I order two house drinks. The next song starts up and a new girl comes out onto the stage. She is a very good looking blond in her early twenties and very much like the sign out front says, the girl next door type. As the song plays she strips and makes eye contact with everyone but I notice she is paying a lot of attention to you. When she has removed the last of her outfit she starts her floor dance right in front of you. At first she is on her hands and knees facing you and she asks you if you want to feel her tits. You turn and look at me. Your face is very red but I can tell that you want to and I nod my head, yes. You reach out but then stop as if you are having second thoughts but then you gently grab a handful of her left tit and rub your palm against her nipple. You look up into her face and see her smiling at you. You turn even redder and quickly pull your hand back. I hand you a five dollar bill and tell you to tuck into her garter and you do. The waitress comes back with our drinks I ask her if we could get a private lap dance from the blond on stage for you and one for me from the red head that was on the next stage over. She says she will set it up but it might be a little while. The girl on the stage has come back and is lying on her back with her feet toward us. As she looks at you she lifts her right leg and tucks her foot behind her head and then does the same with her left. This gives us a clear view of her smooth pussy and asshole just as the song ends and I hand you another five to give her. We sit though two more dances before the waitress comes by and tells me she has a room for us. Getting up we follow her to the back and down a hallway to a room. We enter the room and see the two girls. The waitress tell us there is only one rule and that is there is no hand to body touching. The blond takes your hand and leads you over to a couch. The redhead turns on some music and then leads me over to the same couch and they start dancing as they stand in front of us. By the end of the song they are naked and the next song starts right up. They climb onto our laps. The redhead start to rub her tits on my chest and I can feel her hard nipple though my shirt. As hot as the redhead is. When I look over and see the blond rubbing her bare tits on your shirt covered tits I just about cum in my pants. I turn my attention back to the redhead as she is rubbing her pussy on my cock. I bend my head down and lick her nipple as the song comes to an end. I can feel a wet spot in my shorts and when the blond gets off your lap I see that her dancing has pushed your dress up and I can see a big wet spot in your panties too. I tip both girls and think next time I want to just sit back and watch you as you get a lap dance. I ask you if you want another dance or go back to the room and have some fun. You grab my arm and say you want to go back to the room. I pay the bill for the drinks and dances and walk out to the car. As the limousine pulls out into the street, I lean over and whisper in your ear. "Take off your panties and hand them to me." You look at me wide eyed and nod your head at the driver. I reach up and pinch your nipple and you let out a little squeal. I whisper to you that it's dark and the driver can't see you. You reach up under your dress and lift your butt up and pull your panties down. I smile as you try to get them off over your shoes and try to act like nothing is going on. When you get them off you wad them up and hand them to me. I lift them to my nose and take a deep breath. God, you smell so intoxicating. We walk hand in hand though the casino on our way to the elevators and I wonder if you have ever been out in public in a dress without panties. The elevator doors open, it is empty and we step in. I stand against the back wall and pull you in front of me facing the doors. The elevator start to go up and I pull you to me and lift up your dress. I reach around and play with your pussy as you rub your ass against my hard cock. The elevator stops at the sixth floor and I pull my hand away and let your dress fall back down. A young couple get into the elevator and both say hi. You continue to rub your ass against me. I have my arm around you and when the couple is not looking I reach up and gently pinch your nipple. This time you moan and they both look at us and smile. The doors open and they get off. When the door closes, you turn and say that wasn't very nice. I slap your ass and tell you, you haven't seen or felt anything yet. The doors open and I give you the key card and tell you I am going to spank you all the way down the hall and until you get inside the room. With that said I give you your first hard slap on the ass. You take off running down the hallway but I manage to spank you five times before you get to the room and get the door open. You open the door and run in to the living room and turn facing me. Closing the door I walk right up to you and take your chin in my hand, and tipping your head up we kiss. As we break the kiss I ask you if you are ready for your spanking and you nervously nod your head, yes. I walk over and sit in the center of the couch and I motion for you to come lay across my lap. You ask if you should take off your dress. I tell you no, just lift it up to your waist. You bend and grab the hem and pull it up and blush a little when you see me looking at your bare pussy. You hurry and lay across my lap from right to left. I lay my hand on your bare butt and lightly rub it. As I enjoy the softness of your skin I ask if you understand the traffic light safeword system. You say yes. Slap. I start off lightly and I hear you giggle. SLAP. I get a little harder and you butt is starting to turn a little red. You are not giggling any more and you are squirming. SMACK and you jump and yelp. I rub my hand over the area and feel the heat. I tell you, you can yell if you want and you say that you are ok. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, On the third one you let out a good scream and I just rub your now very red ass. I move your right leg so it is hanging off the edge of the couch and your left is still up on the couch. This spread your legs open and gives me a nice view of your pussy and asshole. God what a beautiful sight. SMACK, SMACK. I rub my hand over your butt and down your leg and then back up the inside. All the way up till my fingers touch your pussy. I can feel your juices starting to leak out. I run my fingers up your pussy just parting your lips and picking up some of your juices and spreading them up and rubbing on your asshole. SMACK. You jump and yell and I go back to rubbing your pussy. When I hear you moan I stop and start lightly slapping all over your ass and you continue to moan. I continue slapping your ass with my left hand and start rubbing your pussy with my right thumb. You are so wet you have made a wet spot on my pants. My thumb parts your lips and slowly slips into your hot, wet pussy. As I thumb fuck you I play with your clit and slap your sore red ass. The mixture of pain and pleasure has you moaning and fucking my thumb. I start spanking you harder as you near your climax. When I feel your pussy clamp down on my thumb I give you the hardest spank of the night you scream and cum on my thumb. Your body goes stiff then you go limp with little tremors that shake your whole body. I let you lie across my lap and recover and I just admire your body and think how lucky I am. When you recover you slide off my lap and go to sit. You tender butt just touches the floor and you bounce up and we both laugh. We both stand up and I remove your dress and you unbutton my shirt and run your fingers over my chest and though my hair. You lean forward and kiss and lick my nipples. My cock is so hard and champed in my pants I start to unhook my belt and you push my hands away. As you kiss your way down, you open my pants and they fall to the floor. You grab my cock, wrapped in my shorts, and with your other hand you reach up the leg hole and play with my balls. Pushing my shorts down and pushing me back on the couch you drop to your knees. Re-grabbing my cock you stick out your tongue and with just the very tip you lick the pre-cum off. You stoke my cock coaxing more pre-cum out you take the head in your mouth and run your tongue around and over the head. Oh, that feels so good. You start sucking up and down my cock letting your saliva escape your mouth and run down my cock and over my balls. I wonder if you remember from my stories that I like sloppy blow-jobs. You can tell that I am close, so you stop sucking and with your tongue flat you lick over my balls and up the length of my cock and then run your tongue around the edge of the head. You do this over and over. Then you take me back in your mouth and start fucking me with your mouth. It feels so good I don't think I am going to last much longer. Oh how I want to grab two hands full of hair and just start fucking your mouth, next time. Not knowing if you want to take my load in your mouth, I let you know I am about to cum. You just suck harder and faster. When you feel the first blast you back off so just the head is in your mouth and take blast after blast of my cum. You don't let up until you have swallowed ever last drop. You climb up on to my lap and lay your head on my chest and listen to my heart race. After going and cleaning up I come back to the living room and see you peeking past the curtains to look outside. I walk up behind you and open the curtains. You grab the curtains and wrap them around you. Laughing at you I tell you no-one can see you. We are too high and too far from any other buildings. I take your hand and open the French doors and pull you out on to the balcony. The night air is still warm but feels nice on our naked bodies I ask you to stay there and I will be right back. I go to my luggage and get out the door hooks and the restraints. When I step outside you see the restraints and your eyes light up. You walk to me with your hand out and I put the wrist cuff on and then one ankle then the other. I slip one door hook over and two hooks under one French door and close the door. Clipping your wrists together, I fasten them over your head to the upper hook. Spreading your feet I fasten them to the two hooks at each bottom corner of the door. Leaving you tied out on the balcony I go back inside and get my toys. I come out and lay them on the table. I tell you the non verbal safe-word system. Crossing your fingers on one hand means slow down and on both hands is stop. I pick up the ball-gag and tell you to open your mouth. As I put it in your mouth and fasten it on I tell you that I don't want people to hear you scream and your eyes open wide and you wonder what you got yourself into. First I take a piece of rope and run it behind your neck and let the two long ends hang down between your tits. I tie a knot just above your tits and one just below your tits. Then I make two tight wraps around each tit and then up under each arm and then tie the end behind your back. This makes your tits stand out and the skin very tight. Picking up the crop and showing it to you, I start giving you light stinging slaps all over your tits and flipping your nipples with the tip of the crop. Now for some pleasure. Picking up the Bam Wa balls I bought today, I start inserting them in your pussy. When I have all four inside you I tell you to hold them. Lightly running my finger up your sides I tickle your ribs and armpits. As you wiggle around and laugh though the gag, the balls are banging around inside of you. I love how the spit is dripping from your gagged mouth on to your firm bound tits. I slap your spit covered tits with the crop and the way you jump and squeal causes one of the balls to slip out. I push it back in and with my hand I slap your pussy. You let out a yell and I tell you next time I will use the crop on your clit. With the crop I slap your inner thighs and after five or six strikes you let a ball slip out again and I lay one hard slap of the crop right on your clit. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 You let out a scream that would have been heard on the strip if not for the gag. I look at your hands to see if you have crossed your finger. No, both your hands are in fists and your eyes are closed tight. I look between your legs and three balls are hanging out. I grab them and pull the last one out. You open your eyes and I ask if you had an orgasm. You nod your head, yes. Did I tell you that you could cum? You shake your head, no, and try to say that you are sorry. I unhook your feet and turn you around facing the door and hook your feet back up. Picking up the flogger and showing it to you I remind you of the safe signs. Starting at your shoulders I work my way over your body. Sometimes just very light hits, other times heavy strikes. When I get to your already tender ass, you jump and yell. I look at your hands and you start to cross your fingers but then spread them wide and I back off a little. The last three strikes are between your legs and on your pussy. Dropping the flogger I remove the gag and start kissing and nibbling all over your body. Dropping to my knees I nibble on your thighs and play with your pussy. You are dripping wet. I stop and tell you do not come and you whine and say you will try not to. I stand up and as I play with your tight little asshole I tell you that when you are in restraints you are MY little plaything and you are not to cum without my permission. What are you? When I get no answer from you I slap your tender ass. "I'm your plaything. I'm your secret slut. SIR." Damn hearing you say that just about makes me cum. "Good very good" Picking up the nipple clamps on a chain I tell you to arch your body away from the French door and I put them on your nipples. I hang the heavy Bam Wa balls over the chain so they pull down on your nipples. You shut your eyes and squirm around and I wonder if it's from the pain or are you trying not to cum. Picking up the vibrator and flipping it on I start to run it over your pussy. I insert it in and start fucking you with it. After a few minutes I pull it out and place it on your clit. "May I cum, please." "No not yet." You try to move your clit away from the vibrator so I insert my first two fingers into your pussy and my thumb to your asshole. When I feel you relax I slowly insert my thumb in your oh-so-tight hole. With my fingers in your two holes I can hold you still and keep the vibrator on your clit. "Please may I cum? Please." "No you can do better than that." "Please Sir. Please may I please cum? I will do anything you say just please fuck me and let me cum." With that I pull my fingers out and drop the vibrator and unhook you from the door and bend you over the patio table and ram my hard cock all the way into your pussy. Holding ball deep in you I ask you, "Whose secret slut are you?" You scream. "I'm your secret slut. Please make me cum." I start fucking you with all the force I have. As I slam my cock into you over and over I yell, "Cum for me. Cum on my cock." I feel you let go and your pussy clamps down so hard on my cock I couldn't move if I wanted to. Feeling you cum on my cock is all I can take and I explode inside of you. Blast after blast I cum in you. Feeling the blasts of cum hitting the inside of your pussy you yell. "Fuck I'm cumming again." We lay there trying to catch our breaths. My cock still inside you twitching every now and then. Kissing your neck I say,"Come on let's go to bed and get some sleep so we can start over tomorrow." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 I'd only been with the company for a few months but had made quite a few friends. All but one of the guys I hung out with were single and liked to brag about their latest sexual exploits. The one who was married, Bill, liked to talk to me about the fantasies he and his wife had. I wasn't quite sure why I was singled out for these confessions, but I enjoyed hearing about them. Most of the fantasies would be considered fairly normal by the majority of people, but some were very dark and a little extreme, at least by my way of thinking. Before long, Bill only talked about the more dark ones. One day during our lunch break, Bill asked me if I'd be interested in helping him fulfill one of their fantasies. At first I thought he was going to invite me to join them in a threesome, but not only was that not the case, it wasn't even close. He wanted me to abduct his wife, Jennifer. Bill explained, "Jen's latest fantasy is to get grabbed off the street, blindfolded, gagged and bound, and driven to some unknown location where she's forced to do all kinds of despicable things. I think that's crazy hot but I wouldn't want her to pickup some nasty disease or get hurt really bad. So, I was just wondering if you'd be interested in playing the part of the abductor. I think I can trust you, can't I?" I thought for a moment, feeling an erection growing in my pants and responded, "Are you sure, Bill? You want me to kidnap and rape your wife?" Bill grinned and replied, "Listen, Brent. All the time I've been talking to you about our crazy fantasies, you've never made fun of me, you've been supportive, and if I can't trust you, I don't know who I can. I'd really like to make this happen. What do you say?" "Okay, let's talk this through before either of us makes a decision. First off, I don't even know what Jen looks like." Bill reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his iPhone. "I have a few hot pics of her I'll show you, but not here." He motioned me to follow him out into the parking lot. Once there, he propped himself up against the fender of his car and pulled up the first photo. "Okay, so you can't see much of her face while she's sucking my cock, but you might like the pic anyway." I looked at it and agreed that I liked it. "Is she a natural blonde?" Bill laughed. "Nah - she's kind of a dirty brownish blonde, but she colors it for me. Before she started shaving her pubes, she colored them to match." Bill flipped to the next photo and said, "Okay, another one where you can't really see her face, but she looks pretty damn hot with my cum all over her." I had to agree. The facial suited her in that pic and the next three that followed. Bill scrolled to the next photo and smiled. "Okay, here's a good one." He showed it to me. "Oh, she's pretty, Bill. She's too good for you!" I laughed out loud, trying to make it seem like I was joking. "Listen, Brent. I know I'm one lucky son of a bitch! Jen's a beauty and loves to fuck and suck me. And that's one reason why I want her to live out this fantasy. And another thing, Brent - for this thing to work, you're going to have to rough her up some and fuck her brains out, too! I wouldn't ask just anybody to do that. Come on. What do you say, buddy? I'll even rent a van for you to use." I had to admit that the idea was very appealing to me. I'd often thought about kidnapping one certain woman and turning her into a total slave, and this would be almost the same thing. However, I still had questions. "It's sounding pretty good, Bill, but I'm still not sure. I mean, how am I going to snatch her without anybody seeing me do it? Even if I can do that, how much freedom are you going to give me to make her think it's real? I don't think stopping to put on a condom is going to get it. How long will I keep her, and how will it all end?" Bill rubbed his chin while staring at the ground. "Good questions, Brent, I really hadn't given that much thought. One thing, though. She's on the Pill, so you can fuck her bareback." There was a long pause and then he said, "I guess I could send her out at night to the corner store to get some drinks or something, and you could grab her on her way there. There aren't many street lights between our place and the store, so even if somebody saw it all go down, they wouldn't get a good look at you. You'd have to obscure the license plate on the van, but that's not a problem. All you'd really need to do is hold a big knife to her throat and tell her to keep quiet. Then you'd just push her into the back of the van, slap some duct tape over her mouth and around her wrists and ankles, put a bag over her head and drive off. You could drive out to the middle of nowhere and fuck her in the van before you go to your house." "Wait a minute!" I interrupted. "My house? I don't think so!" "Yeah, okay. Well, if you keep the bag over her head..." I interrupted again. "How am I going to throat her with a bag over her head?" "Well, you could replace the bag with a blindfold while you're in the van." "Nah, I don't think so. Do you know of any abandoned buildings around here? I could rig it up with chains and cuffs and things ahead of time." Bill thought a bit and said, "You know... there's the old printing plant at the edge of town that closed down not too long ago. I know one of the former owners. He might let me in to have a look around. I could tell him I have someone who might be interested in leasing the building and get a key from him so I could show it to the interested party. That might work!" "If you could get a key for a few days, we could even put in some video cameras so you and Jen can relive the adventure together. I think you need to give your friend a call and see what happens." Bill agreed and said he'd make the call after work. "Listen, Bill. We've got to keep this just between the two of us. I really like the idea, but I sure as hell don't want to find my ass in jail! I don't want to be anybody's prison bitch." We laughed about that prospect as we walked back into the office. The next day at lunch, Bill said he had some good news to tell me, so we headed back outside to the parking lot. "Brent, everything's starting to fall into place. I called my friend from the printing company and he said he was planning to be out of town for a few weeks, but he'd be glad to leave a key with me and give me the alarm codes. He said he'd tell the security company there might be some people going in and out and not to bother checking on anything." "Yeah, that sounds good! That'll give us time to put in the cameras, some old mattresses and other stuff." "It gets better. My friend said he'd loan me one of the old company's vans. He thought that might help prevent anybody from calling the cops if they saw people on the property. So, besides that, there won't be any paper trail." "Okay, well, I wasn't worried about a paper trail, but I guess that's good for you. Anything else?" "Oh, hell yes! Last night as we were getting ready for bed I snuck up behind Jen, covered her mouth so she couldn't scream and then pretended to be a rapist. Even though she knew it was me, she got into the act and begged me not to fuck her in the ass, which, of course, I did. I spit on her ass hole, got all the way into her and then pounded her ass 'til she was raw. I came in her like a porn star and then made her suck my cock clean while I called her filthy names. She'd never agreed to do an ass to mouth before, but she really acted like she loved it. When she stopped, I slapped her across her face and then grabbed the back of her head and shoved my cock back into her mouth. I mashed her face into my belly and gagged her with my cock, and she never resisted once. After I quit that, she yelled, 'Is that all you got?' so I showed her I had more. I pulled her up onto the bed by her hair and fucked her between her tits. I surprised myself when I shot another huge load on her chin. She ran her fingers through the cum and licked it all into her mouth, grinning like a kid with a new Xbox 360. After she finished, she said something to the effect of how extremely hot that would be if it was a stranger raping her instead of me. She's definitely wanting it to happen, dude, and you're going to be the lucky SOB to do it!" "I can't say I'm sorry about that, Bill. It sounds like I'm going to have one hell of a lot of fun. Any idea when we're going to do this?" "I thought we could plan to do it the weekend after this coming one. That'd give us time to setup a place at the printing plant, not to mention giving Jen's ass time to heal. Will that work for you?" "Sounds good. Maybe we could check out the place this weekend. I'd like to find a room without any windows, but not too far from an entrance. You know what would be cool? A men's restroom with those tall urinals that go all the way to the floor." "What the hell are you thinking, Brent? Urinals?" "Yes, urinals. Dirty, stinking urinals. Get her on her knees with her face pushed into a urinal I just pissed in while I fuck her from behind." "Oh, dude! You are one sick puppy! I like it! Yeah, let's get together Saturday morning and we'll go see what we have to work with." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 Part 1 "Jonas?" He knows who says it before he even turns around. He would recognize that voice anywhere, despite not having seen each other for a while. Jonas and Kim have been friends for as long as he can remember. They went to school together, but have seen less and less of each other since high school graduation. He doesn't realize how much he misses her until that moment. He always had feelings for her, but after years without any sign from her, he gave up hope that anything would happen between them. The thoughts of her, both romantic and sexual, that once dominated his day dreams began to drift away. But now, every memory and mental image of her flood into his mind. He turns around and before he can say anything she jumps forward to hug him around the waist, pressing her head into his chest. He stands there awkwardly, his mind not working fast enough to tell his body what to do. "Hug me, dammit!" Kim smushes her face into a mock scowl. He timidly puts his arms around her shoulders, wrapping them around her back. "You call that a hug?" she squeezes harder and his body presses close to hers. His groin rubs against her midsection, and his thoughts immediately go to his dick. Before he can get too turned on by the embrace, he blurts out "Uh, how ya been?" She takes a step back, stands on her tiptoes, arms behind her back, and smiles up at him. "Still quite the ladies' man, aren't ya?" she says sarcastically. He blushes, and tries to change the subject. "I was just about to get lunch, if you're not busy..." "Why, my dear Jonas. Are you asking lil' ol' me on a date? I am fuh-lat-tered", she says in her best Southern accent, which is laughable, at best. They walk to a nearby sandwich shop and hit it off as soon as they sit down. Both of them have recently graduated from college and are home for a while, partially to save money until they find work, partially to avoid the real world. The conversation picks up and they talk about school, careers, family and plans for the summer. It feels like they are picking up right where they left off. Eventually, the conversation turns towards relationships. They find out that they are both currently single. "I'm enjoying it actually," Kim says, "there's a sense of freedom that comes with being single. I want to take advantage of that." Jonas could understand that. He liked being single as well. "How so?" he asks her. He is curious what her idea of taking advantage of being single is. "I just feel like I have been so busy for so long. Everything has been scheduled and I haven't just had time to have fun. I want to have a little freedom, ya know, let my hair down. Do what I want for a change." Jonas listens intently, though at times he finds himself staring at her a little too much. "I...have things that I want to try." Kim says. It seems liked she is off in her own world, thinking a very pleasant thought. "Like what?" he asks. "Fantasies." she says. The two have always been open with each other. This would have been a normal discussion topic back in school. "Like...sexual?" he asks. She gives him a nod, accompanied by a suggestive wink and a slight smile on her face. He's excited about where this conversation is going. "What kinds of fantasies do you have?" She lets out a little laugh, one that tells him it's going to be a long list. "Where do I begin? You know how it is, right? I'm sure you've got dozens of your own." He takes a bite into his sandwich. It's all he can do to keep from laughing. She doesn't understand how many of those fantasies she is involved in. Her status as "Guest Appearance" in his masturbation fantasies was upgraded to "Regular Cast" long ago. After all, they had known each other since they were kids. She's always been sexy, and as such, has been constant material for him since he first learned how to jack off. He thinks about her less than he did in school, but it never completely went away. "Yeah, I've got a few," he says calmly. Understatement of the year. "Alright," he says, "just tell me one. It doesn't have to be the top one. Just tell me the most recent one you had, or one you have regularly." "Well," she adjusts herself in her chair. "Is she getting hot just thinking about it?" Jonas wonders. This must be good. "I want to have a threesome." Kim says nonchalantly. Jonas almost spits out his drink. He isn't so much surprised at what she said as turned on by the thought of it. She laughs at him as he tries to compose himself. "Oh, uh, what kind?" He honestly doesn't know which she would like better. Kim is overflowing with confidence, and he knows she could handle two cocks, no problem. But the thought also crosses his mind that she might want to experience another woman in the bedroom. "Both?" she giggles, only half joking. Jonas tries to pretend like he's far less interested than he actually is. "So you wanna do two guys and two girls?" "Sure, why not?" she replies, as if they were discussing ordering a meal they've never tried before. "Don't get me wrong, I love one-on-one action and I wouldn't want to have threesomes all the time, but the thought of it is kind of hot. More bodies, more fun." Jonas thinks about it for a moment; he has daydreamed about threesomes before. It was never a serious thought, just something to get off on. But maybe he does want to try it. "I think it would be super hot having two guys pleasure me," Kim continues to explain. Jonas sees Kim run her tongue between her lips for just a second. "They could work my body over so well. But, I think two girls would be sexy too. I can appreciate a nice female body. She'd have to be smokin' hot though." The two laugh. Jonas has always known that Kim was open sexually, but this is all news to him. "Well, why don't you go for it? Which do you want to try first?" She sits, staring at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Guys first. It'll get me more into it. I'd be hot to trot if I did two girls afterwards. Plus, I like the attention." A playful smile. She says this last part jokingly, but he knows she means it. She wants the pleasure focused on her. He can't blame her. "Alright. Find two guys who are willing to play nice and share. And that don't mind seeing another guy's dick." They both laugh at that. It was an odd aspect of male based threesomes that no guy ever wanted to talk about. There's another naked man in the room. With an erection. That's about to fuck the same girl as you. "You're not gonna make them touch tips are you?" Jonas asks jokingly. "Wellll... I'd be lying if I said their might not be a little DP. They can deal with a little cock collision. A minor inconvenience for getting to fuck me. Plus, maybe if they misbehave I'll make them sword fight. Put them in their place." She would too. She was goofy like that. "Well what's stopping you then? If it's what you want, go for it." He doesn't love the thought of her having sex with two other men, but if she is going to do it, he can't do anything to stop her. "Alright, but I want you to be one of them." Jonas feels surprised and excited at the same time. She sees the shocked expression on his face. "Look. You can never be too careful these days. Especially with a body like this." He always admired how confident she was. It wasn't cockiness, but pride in her small physique. "Who knows what could happen if I went to some stranger's house for sex. I'd feel much safer if I was at least with someone I know." The logic makes sense to him, not that he cares at this point. His fantasies might be about to come true. "Besides..." Kim says, a wicked grin spreading across her face, "I've seen the way you look at me, how you've always looked at me." So she knows. She's always known. She stands up and does a little twirl, ending in a seductive pose. "I know how bad you want this." She waves an open palm along her body, as a game show girl would show a contestant what prize he won. Jonas feels embarrassed, but he can't help but smile at her. What she says is true. He has always thought of her in a more intimate way. Plus she's so adorable, he couldn't be mad if he wanted to. He looks at her as she teasingly models for him, hands pressed against the wall, back arched, butt pushed out. He instantly remembers why he had been so attracted to her. She has longer brown hair that occasionally falls in her face. She has enough freckles to be cute but not so many that her face is covered in them. She has a small build, short and skinny, but not to the point that she is practically disappearing. Despite being small, she is very fit. He has seen her in swimsuits and knows that she has nice legs and stomach. She has a tight butt that he had always wished he could spank. She has round, perky breasts, they weren't massive, but he likes them nonetheless. His eyes move along her body, undressing her as he goes. He can't look way. "Yep, that's the look." She says accusingly, and Jonas has to snap out of it. "Looks like somebody else is enjoying the show." Kim's eyes are pointed down towards his chair. He doesn't realize what she's talking about until he sees the bulge in his pants. At first, he thinks he should hide it, but knows that she already sees it. He goes for broke. "He'd like to see more." He's never said something that bold to her before, but maybe the possibility of Jonas being intimate with her has changed the dynamic. "That can be arranged." She writes down her phone number. It has changed since they last talked. Along with the digits she also writes, "For a good time call", next to a picture of a penis between two breasts that looked like it belonged engraved into a high school desk. She hasn't changed one bit. Jonas writes down his number on another sheet and gives her to her. He makes it look like a business card and writes down the self- appointed occupations of "Hired Cock" and "1/3 of Your Threesome". He assures her that both positions pay very well. They have always had this much fun together. Still, something about it seems surreal. He hasn't seen her in so long, and now he is planning a threesome with her. And they are joking around about it. But this is a very big deal. Not only is he finally going to have sex with her, but another man will be involved. His thoughts are racing when she snaps him out of it. "So who's the other guy going to be?" The next day Jonas's phone rings. "Hey stud." His dick immediately presses against his pants. She has that effect on him. "You find our third?" He has. The previous day she informed him that it was his responsibility to find the "trois" of this ménage-a-trois. He was hesitant at first, but he knew to fulfill his own fantasies of being with her, he had to fulfill hers. At first he considered asking a stranger or somebody that he wouldn't have to see regularly at least. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't ask somebody that he wasn't extremely close with. As awkward as it might be with someone he knows, it will be more so with someone he doesn't. Jonas has an old college buddy named Caleb that lives in a nearby city. He knows that as weird as it might be, he can trust him and depend on him to treat Kim right. He called Caleb the night before and he immediately agreed. Jonas knows that Caleb hasn't gotten any action in a while because he tells him on a regular basis. The plus side of asking Caleb is that they're friends, but they don't have to make eye contact for a long while after the threesome because they live in different places. "What's he like?" she asks, clearly anxious for what's to come. This has been her fantasy for so long, and she wants it to be exactly how it plays in her mind. "I assure you that you'll be satisfied, both with his looks and with our performance." He finds that he is almost as excited as she is. He's not thrilled about watching another guy fuck her, but he gets to have sex with her, and if he's being honest, the idea of a threesome is actually a little exciting to him. They arrange a time for that weekend, and before he knows it, the plan is set. This is happening. Jonas hears a knock at the door on Saturday morning: Caleb. He hasn't seen his friend in about a month, since both of them graduated. He doesn't quite know what to make of this meeting. On the one hand, the two are great friends and they are happy to see each other. On the other, they are both about to participate in their first threesome. With each other. They are about to get very intimate. "I forgot how much shaving your balls itches." Caleb complains as soon as he walks in the door. Always the comedian. His hand is down his pants scratching furiously. Jonas has also just shaved, but he lotioned everything up so it wasn't a problem. "Just remember that you're doing it for her." Jonas laughs, but feels for his friend. "Besides, you won't even be thinking about that once things get going." That comment reminds them how awkward things could get, but somehow also eases a little of tension. Caleb offers a hand to Jonas. "Eskimo Brothers?" This is extremely weird to Jonas, but he realizes that's Caleb's point. It's going to be weird. For everyone BUT Kim. They might as well have fun with it. "Eskimo Brothers." He says as he shakes his hand. They show up to Kim's place around noon. None of them knew how much time they would want, so they decided to start early. They find the door unlocked and make their way in. Kim has left a note on a ledge right inside. "Hello boys, I hope you're ready for a good time, I know I am. Please Meet me in the bedroom." They both shoot each other a look. "Let's do this" Caleb says. They walk down a hallway to where they assume Kim's bedroom is. Caleb walks into Kim's room when Jonas says, "Hey I'll meet you in there. I'm just gonna use the bathroom and freshen up." Caleb nods and closes the bedroom door. Jonas runs his hands under the sink and splashes water onto his face. "This is really happening." He thinks. He feels a dozen different emotions right now, nervousness, anxiety, excitement, but mostly, he just wants to get started. As he raises his head to look in the mirror, he feels a hand reach around his front and grab his balls, and another gives him a little spank and squeeze on his ass. "Hey handsome." Kim must have been in another part of the house and snuck up on him in the bathroom. Jonas looks in the mirror and can't believe his eyes. He didn't know it was possible, but she looks even sexier than usual. She loosens her grip on his balls and takes a step back. "Ya like?" She does a little spin for him. He loves when she does that. She has a sexy silk robe on that stops at her thighs, one that's only purpose is to cover up most of her skin until she decides it's time for the boys to see. The robe is white, the color of purity. Jonas thinks Kim looks like an angel. That innocence quickly fades away when Jonas sees what she is wearing underneath. It's slightly open in front, intentionally, no doubt. Jonas can see that she is wearing a sexy black bustier with red lining, and a matching thong. The bustier leaves a little bit of her stomach showing, confirming that she was still as in shape as she was in high school, if not more. She has on lacey black stockings that attach to the bustier, with red bows at the top, by her upper thighs. He is going to have fun taking those off. She wears a pair of black heels that make her ass and legs look incredible. She is sporting a few accessories as well, with thick black bangle on both wrists, and a piece of black material worn around her neck like a collar. Her fingernails are somewhat long and painted dark red to match her outfit. "You look...amazing" Jonas replies, having difficulty finding his words. He can feel the heat in his cheeks, and can hear his heart pounding as he slowly moves his eyes across every inch of Kim's body. His breathing quickens, and then stops completely when his eyes find bare skin. A massive bulge forms in his crotch, easily visible to Kim, no doubt. But Jonas doesn't care. He wants her to know how incredible she looks. "Just wait until the party gets started." She says, excitement in her voice. He wonders how things could get any sexier. "So are you ready?" Kim asks, playfully batting her eyelashes at him. "As ready as I'll ever be." "Don't worry," she replies emphasizing every word. "I'm going to make sure you feel VERY, VERY good." Her lips glisten and she exaggerates her tongue movements as she speaks. He wonders what her mouth will feel like. They are about to head to the bedroom when Kim places her fingertips against his firm chest, looking up at him with her big doe eyes. "One more thing before we get started." His eyebrows go up, not sure what to expect at this point. She leans up and forward towards him, as far on her tiptoes as her heels will allow. Her tongue flicking against his earlobe with every word she says. His body goes stiff and he gets goose bumps all over. "I want you to USE my body." she says in a sexy whisper. "Make me your sex slave." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 01 Paula began a steady bobbing motion with her head whilst her right hand cupped his balls, like most women, she was being way too gentle with them. He leaned down and held her head to stop its thrusting motion. "I'm going to make a mess if you carry on like that," he said. "That's the idea," she replied giving his cock head a lick. Gavin had never been very comfortable talking during sex, which up until now had been solely with his wife. She was quite naive and he thought easily shocked so he did not do it. He wanted to though, and this relationship with Paula he decided was going to be open - no secret taboos. "Paula, I've wanted this for as long as I've known you, I've got years of pent up frustration in my cock and there's only one place it's going. So get your fucking clothes off and let me see your cunt." Paula backed away on her knees. She put her hand up inside her sweater replacing the bra cup over her exposed tit. She then pulled her black sweater and the white vest that she was wearing under it, clear over her head, she tossed the clothes away across the room. Gavin looked down at her. This was the woman of his dreams on her knees before his exposed erection. She was wearing only skin tight jeans and a black bra. If Gavin could give instructions to the women of the world on how they should all dress, then this would be it. He almost came there and then. Paula sat back on her bottom and made to undo her jeans. Gavin stopped her, "ah ah. Stand up and take your bra off first. Topless women in skin tight jeans are it for me." Paula hesitated but got up, she was not a fan of her own tits. They used to be her favourite bit but that was twenty years ago, she hoped he wasn't going to be disappointed, her bras did do a very good job of supporting her 34c breasts. Gavin meanwhile was kicking off his shoes and jeans to stand totally naked in front of her. They stood about three feet apart. Paula reached behind herself to undo her bra, her hands were shaking a little, she would normally have twisted the bra catch around to the front but her husband had told her that it just was not a sexy way to do it. She looked at Gavin and fumbled, she was getting nervous, she wanted to look sexy and confident. Gavin stepped forward. "Let me," he said reaching both arms around her, his erection nudging at her flat belly. He kissed her and with a deft flick of thumb and forefinger, he undid the clasp. He had always been good at bras. He stroked his hands to her shoulders and gently lifted the straps of the now loose bra. Paula fixed his gaze and took a single step backward leaving him holding the bra. She nervously glanced down at her exposed breasts. Gavin lowered his gaze to see the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. He drew in a deep breath. Paula was aware of his eyes and it made her uncomfortable, she crossed her arms in front of herself holding each elbow, it only served to make her appear more womanly, more vulnerable, more beautiful, Gavin thought his cock was going to explode. Paulas tits were exactly as he had imagined them, they were, to him, the fulfilment of a fantasy, even though they sagged and her nipples pointed more south than north. He stepped forward and with a hungry growl locked his mouth onto her left nipple whilst he rubbed her right breast with his hand. The sudden lunge took Paula by surprise. She moaned loudly as his tongue began to flick her engorged and extended nipple. Each lick sent a small jolt directly to her cunt. She put a hand on his head to encourage him, her other hand she used to rub gently at her denim-covered vagina. Her jeans, she soon realised, were damp from her own lubrication. Gavin dropped his right hand around her back and for the first time felt Paulas bottom his hand firmly grasped her left cheek, Gavin had always loved her bum and it suddenly dawned on him that he was going to see it, feel it, kiss, smell, fuck, it? He almost came. Again. Gavins fingers explored the deep crevice of her jean clad bum, he pushed them further towards the damp opening of her dripping cunt but were met by Paulas own rubbing fingers. "Oh fuck!" she gasped, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUCK." Paulas face contorted in the painful ecstasy of an orgasm. She clenched her legs together tightly trapping her own and Gavins fingers between them. Gavin raised his head and hand from her tit and held her shivering frame. After a while Paulas gasping breaths eased and she gave a loud laugh, she slowly relaxed her thighs and they each removed their hands from between her legs. She gave another half laugh half sob and hugged her semi-naked frame to Gavins totally naked body. She was whimpering a little and kissing his chest, she didn't look up. Gavin kissed the top of her head. Paula was embarrassed; she had cum so easily, he had not even touched her cunt. "I'm sorry," she said, "I couldn't help it, I didn't see that coming, but it was..." "Paula" Gavin interrupted. "Yes?" "Take your knickers off... Now, before I shoot in the air." He was genuinely trembling with lustful desire. Nothing turned him on more than bringing a woman to orgasm, nothing turned him on more than a topless woman in tight jeans, nothing turned him on more than tall slim blonds, nothing turned him on more than Paula. He needed her now. Paula pulled away, she looked at him, she realised that he was in the same desperate state as she had been a few moments ago. She looked at the cock she had been sucking only a few minutes ago. Then she was in a fevered state of desperate arousal. Now, her orgasm had cleared her mind and simplified her situation, she new exactly what she wanted; it was twitching, pink and erect just a few inches away. She saw it as if for the first time, this cock was going to be in her cunt very soon and the thought filled her with contentment, It was not a huge cock it was probably about seven inches about the same as her husband. It was not massively thick either she could get her fist around it. It was however, a very pretty cock, she thought, it is a very hard cock and it gave her immense pleasure to know that it was his lust for her that made it hard. "I wonder what it's like when it's soft? I bet it's really cute. I'm going to enjoy playing with this new toy," she thought. She undid the top button of her jeans, grasped the zip and pulled it down. The front of her jeans peeled back to reveal a pair of pair of plain black cotton knickers with a small lace trim around the top. Gavin watched as she slowly wiggled her bottom out of the tight fitting jeans. He was sweating, trembling, his prick was as hard as it had ever been, he needed to thrust it into Paula, he knew he would not last any time at all, but he just needed it, he had to have her, possess her, be in her, be part of her. He could feel the blood surging through his body, his head was dizzy with it. He could hear bells ringing... No wait. He really could hear bells ringing. Paula could hear the door bell too. They looked at each other. They both knew that most people would ring the bell and walk straight in. Gavin could not believe it. Why had they not locked the door? Paula was already pulling her sweater over her head while stepping into her discarded sandals. "Whoever it is just get rid of them." begged Gavin. Paula zipped her jeans and opened the office door. Gavin stepped back to hide his nude frame from the inevitable delivery or sales man that had interrupted their first ever fuck. Paula passed through the inner office door into the outer office on her way to the front door. She was shocked to see Irene at her desk working on her computer. "Irene!" she almost shouted, hoping to alert the very naked Gavin in the back office, "What are you doing here at this time? I didn't know you were here." "Hello Paula, I have a few things to finish off so I thought I'd come in while it was quiet. I knew someone was going to be here. How's the job going? I can't hear the machinery working, where's Gavin? I saw his car outside." The doorbell rang again. "I'd better get that." said Paula, glad to be able to sidetrack the questions, her mind and heart were racing. Irene was a designer and a partner in the company. She was Scottish and spoke very softly often in an inaudible whisper. She seemed older than her fifty-five years, she had bags under her eyes and the beginnings of old lady jowls. She was very skinny, she had once been overweight but had now gone too far the other way. She had a very unhappy marriage, with an abusive husband and was very morose, most of the people she worked with were a little scared of her. What had Irene seen or heard? How long had she been there? Paula made her way towards the front door. Irene was a little deaf that was why she had not answered the doorbell, but she was not blind. Her desk was directly opposite the partition window that connected the inner and outer offices, surely she must have seen something. Then again she and Gavin had been to the side of the window so perhaps they had been hidden from view. She opened the door, it was a salesman enquiring if she wanted a water cooler, she took his leaflets and got rid of him. Gavin had never got dressed so fast in his life. Why was Irene here? Why was she ringing the doorbell? T-shirt, jeans and shoes, the boxers & socks could wait. He stepped out into the outer office. Irene looked up at him. His heart was racing, he knew he must look frazzled. Gavin was confused where was Paula? and how did Irene get her coat off and computer turned on so fast? "Hello Gavin." Irene said in her Miss Jean Brodie Scottish accent. "Are you getting on top of it?" she asked. "What?" "The urgent job, how are you managing?" "Fine, I nearly finished." "Is Paula doing it with you?" Gavin was way out of his depth with this conversation. Paula walked back into the office. She looked concerned, she did not know what Irene and Gavin had been talking about, and she was pretty sure Gavin had his T-shirt on backwards. "Just a salesman, I sent him away," she said dropping the leaflets on the corner of a desk. "Irene was just asking if we were finished?" said Gavin. "What?" said an alarmed Paula. "The pottery, is it finished?" offered Irene. "Just about, we've just got to clean up a bit," offered Paula, "come on Gav, lets get it done." She beckoned for Gavin to follow her out across the factory floor. Gavin followed trying to walk nonchalantly, but his legs didn't want to obey and his prick which had not actually realised it was not going to get any just now was still hard and throbbing to attention in his tight jeans. He stumbled across the office like a ten-pint drunk. From their vantage point in the factory; they could see the top of Irenes head it was pointed at her computer screen, at the same time they were obscured by machinery. They knew that she could not hear them due to her partial deafness. "Fucking hell! Shit, shit shit." Gavin exclaimed. "I don't think she saw us," said Paula. "She must have, how could she not? She's embarrassed by it so she's pretending that she doesn't know." "If that was the case, why didn't she just leave quietly and not say anything?" asked Paula. "That's true," mused Gavin. "And Irene is a bit weird, she would just come in and sit down without saying hello." Paula continued. "But how long has she been here? She's got a coffee on her desk, her computer is up and running, it's at least ten minutes. You had my cock down your throat about then, and besides she's talking in double entendres, Irene never speaks like that, she never even flirts." The mention of Gavins cock in her mouth brought a smile to the very lips that had encircled it shortly before. Paula was already relaxing in the sure and certain knowledge that Irene had not witnessed anything. "A double entendre only has two meanings if you know both sides of the story, that's the whole point." "You could be right," said Gavin, "besides, if she had seen something and is embarrassed by it I guess she's going to keep it to herself." "Even if she had seen everything. So what? Who is she going to tell? She's not in the spiteful marriage destruction business, she wouldn't do anything." Happy that their new secret was safe, Paulas immediate thoughts turned to arranging a new meeting time and place. "Do you want to try this again sometime?" she asked, still unconvinced that Gavin could want her all that much. Also happy that their new secret was safe, Gavins immediate thoughts had turned to his trousers. Paula looked up at him when he did not answer. Gavin stared directly at her. He had his cock in his hand and was wanking. "Of course I want to see you again, but if I don't cum soon I'm going to freak out," he said. He was not particularly comfortable in what he was doing but he really did need to cum. He had seldom masturbated in front of his wife, and never in front of anyone else, so despite his urgent need to relieve himself his self-consciousness was holding him back. "Oh God, I'm sorry, I forgot you haven't cum yet. Here let me do that it's the least I can do." Paula eagerly reached her hand out and down to replace Gavins own on his aching dick. Gavin moaned in gratitude as she slowly pumped his foreskin up and then down again over the shiny purple head of his cock. "Paula!... Paula! ...Telephone." The shout came from the direction of the office it had a Scottish accent. "For fucks sake!" hissed Gavin, "I don't believe this." "I'm coming," shouted Paula releasing his cock, she pouted a sympathetic kiss in his direction as she made her way to the office. "It's me that's bloody well not cumming," mumbled Gavin. "Hurry." He did not want to touch his cock, Paula had him so close again with just those brief touches, he would wait for her return. He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. He thought back through the events of the past hour. Their talk, their kiss, her tits, her bum, her orgasm...her bum... he suddenly thought.. He raised his fingers to his nose and inhaled, there it was a slight musky woman smell, the smell of Paulas fanny juice. Her jeans had felt damp when he had been fondling her bum crack. "Fucking hell," he thought, "that's Paulas cunt smell." Once again his rigid cock almost spewed forth its creamy load. He had to consciously restrain himself from sniffing his fingers again, he new that he would cum if he did. He waited a few seconds until the initial excitement of his discovery had worn off. Slowly he raised his fingers to his nose once more and inhaled deeply, it was faint but it was undeniably female and therefore amazing to him, he just loved the metallic fishy tang, the smell of cunt, and this was Paulas cunt. Knowing that Paula would be back any second to relieve him, he thought he would try a little taste. He tentatively licked his finger tips, but couldn't make out a taste other than that of sweaty fingers, he again sniffed them but he had licked the smell off. He decided that he would definitely ask to feel Paulas cunt when she returned. "I have to go," she said. Gavin crashed out of his mini dream. "What? Why?" "Fionna has broken her arm. That was her dad calling to say they're at the hospital and she wants me there now." Gavin felt gutted, even he knew that injured children took priority over a quick furtive hand job. He looked at Paula, she was now in full mother mode, she had a concerned look on her face, and was desperately looking for reassurance that it was OK to leave. Gavin suddenly felt a complete idiot standing there with his dick in his hand. He hoisted his cock inside his jeans and gave her the permission she did not need to go to her injured daughters side. "You'd better go then," he said. Paula made to leave, but stopped and with a brief glance in the direction of the office to check on Irenes position, she leaned into him and kissed him firmly on the lips with just a tiny hint of tongue. "I'll call you, or text or something," she said, with that she patted his crotch and whispered, "sorry." Paula headed for the door. "Bye Irene," she called. "Bye Paula," came the reply from the office. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 Gavin hurried to the office, he wanted to retrieve his missing pants, socks and most importantly Paulas vest and bra. His cock had an appointment with that bra. It would also be a good idea not to leave underwear laying around the office, it tends to beg a few questions. He entered the outer office. "Are you going to manage, without Paulas help," asked Irene. Gavin new she was talking about the job, but still had an inward giggle, if only Irene knew what she was saying, what she might have heard or seen. "I've done it by myself before, it's never as good but It'll do," he replied, smugly laughing inwardly at his entendre doubling. He had his back to Irene. "I'm sure you're right, a wank is never as good as a full on shag?" she demurely observed. Gavins jaw did not stop dropping till it hit the floor. It was a double hit. The first shock was the actual language that she had used. Had she really said what he thought she had said? Irene had never spoken about sex, in his presence, she had never even used a swear word, she had never implied any form of flirtation with him or anyone else that he knew of, could she have just said wank and shag in the same sentence? Then the big one hit home that she must know about Paula, she must have seen or at least heard something. "oops," he said "I know all about frustrated wanks," she said flatly. "Do women wank? Or do they masturbate or is it playing that they do?" she continued. "Whatever you call it, it is seldom as good as a getting some good hard cock from a caring lover." She made a nervous laughing noise. Gavin turned towards her. As he did so, he thought to himself, "what does she look like?" He simply could not imagine Irene speaking these words. Irene was staring intently at him, he always thought of her as a quiet person but with an abrupt side, she was an intensely proud and private person. She had a shit time at home so she took it out on people at work. She was forever thinking people were being snide about her when in reality they were just joking with her. No one could imagine how she had ever had two husbands. Her current marriage had produced a son. He was eighteen years old now. Gavin had always believed she was just very uptight and generally fucked up. "With the partners I've had, I know all about the art of solo love, of furtive rubbing." She had a look of someone trying to appear carefree but she was nevertheless very conscious of what she was saying, indeed it was obvious that the words were only coming with a courageous effort. Gavin instantly felt a sort of brotherly pity for her. She is desperate for sex he thought. That was the last rational thought he had for a while. His cock saw its chance and following a short coup-de-tat with his brain it took control of the conversation. "Irene, do you want a shag?" he blurted, "with me, I mean." No reply. "Irene, you obviously know what I was up to with Paula, you also know that we never finished, that is that I never... that is that I... ," he wasn't doing well, he hadn't had time to think or prepare. "Bugger it, just say what you're thinking" his cock told him. "Irene, I need a cunt right now and you've got one that needs a cock. How about it?" Irene looked away as if thinking for a moment. "It seems to me," she said, "that I hold all the cards right now." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Well, I came to work today to escape from my ...TWAT... of a husband," she practically spat the word out, shaking her head from side to side. "When I got here I was expecting to find you working on the urgent job. Instead I see two cars outside but no one in the factory, I see clothing being thrown around in the office next door, obviously I looked in through the window only to see that whore on her knees with your prick in her mouth with you looking like you're the cat with the cream. "I came here to get away from my shit of a husband. He's has been fucking about with some bitch at his work, giving her what he won't give me, he's flaunting the fact that he's 'got someone who can really give him what he needs' , whatever that may mean. I've always respected you for the way you stay loyal to your wife, but today I've witnessed you behaving in exactly the way my pig of a man behaves." "I see, I'm sorry to have disappointed you, and I'm sorry for what I just suggested, can I say though that I have known Paula for many years and I genuinely do care for her a great deal and I think she feels the same about me." Gavin was trying to wear his best naughty boy sorry face. Inside he was very angry, what the hell had he and Paula to do with this dried up bitch, but he was also aware that Irene could cause trouble for them both, so he had to watch his words. "You don't get it," Irene exclaimed, "if I'd known you weren't the loyal husband I thought you to be. I could have been giving you what you want. I have always found you very attractive and I know you feel the same about me. It could have been me here today not that slutty bitch." This was getting a strange. Irene was obviously harbouring long felt feelings for him that he never remotely suspected, but worse was the fact that she somehow thought he felt the same way about her. He would have to let her down carefully he did not want her causing trouble. "Irene, what do you want to happen?" "Well first we'd better take care of your little problem," she nodded her head in the rough direction of his crotch, "then we can talk about our future." For the first time in two hours his 'little problem' had actually deflated, he had not noticed, but Irene tended to have that effect on him. Did she say "our future?" He must have been insane suggesting a shag with her. In the moments he had been contemplating his soft cock and their "future," Irene stood up and crossed the room to stand a couple of feet from him. He looked up at her, she looked different somehow, what was it? The glasses, she normally wore glasses, they had come off, he had to admit she did look a lot softer and more vulnerable without them. Now she was this close he could smell her perfume which was quite intoxicating. "I don't think we should do this Irene," he said. "Do what? We haven't done anything." "I really don't need your help anymore, the problem has gone away," he said looking towards his own crotch, "and our future doesn't involve any personal stuff between us." "Then your future involves explaining to your wife how I got hold of your pants and Paulas bra." "Don't be such a fucking bitch," he snapped. "What gives you the right to interfere in any of our lives?" Irene reached behind her back and produced his grey boxers. "These," she said. With that she brought his underwear to her nose and inhaled deeply. "Nice," she whispered. "Fucking hell!" were the words in his mind. Twenty-one years of fidelity to his wife and now in the space of 2 hours he had two women he had known for years were throwing themselves at him. One of them a sex goddess in his eyes, the other a mouse of a woman who had suddenly become a raving bunny boiler sniffing the crotch of his sweaty boxer shorts. He new which he preferred. "Irene, I don't fancy you. I've never thought about you in that way." "She looked genuinely hurt. I don't believe you. Not that it matters, I've had years of having sex with men I couldn't even stand let alone fancy," she glared at him. "Now I'm calling the shots and you're going to do as I tell you." "It's a bit different, a man can force a woman, but not the other way around, if a man's not up for it then nothing's going to happen." "If it were up to his brain then that might be true but it's not, it's up to his prick, and I'm an expert at getting their attention. I know I'm no oil painting but when you can't do it with looks you have to do it with skill." With that she discarded his boxers and started to undo the buttons of her crisp white blouse, working from top to bottom carefully and precisely. "I've had years of that abusive bastard at home giving me instructions on how he wants it, I know what a man likes. I just want someone to take care of my needs for a change, Surely it wouldn't be so bad?" She popped the last little pearly white button and gently pulled her blouse from the waistband of her pleated green tartan skirt. Her voice was becoming softer and softer, by the end of her little speech she was whispering and Gavin was sure her lips were trembling, was that a tear? He was concentrating on her face and had hardly noticed the fact that she had been undressing. He looked at the opening in her blouse he could make out the centre portion of a black lace bra with a front opening clasp, her tummy was in shadow but he could make out a few silvery stretch marks, she looked vulnerable. At that moment Gavin felt sorry for her, he wanted to hug her and reassure her. He was getting very confused. Irene put her hands behind her back and undid something on her skirt. Gavin looked on as the skirt slid to the floor. As she stepped out of the tartan circle of material he notice her black shiny high heeled shoes containing her dainty little feet, her legs were covered with black nylon tights, he had to admit she did have very nice legs. His eyes travelled up towards her thighs but her white blouse was long enough to cover them. He was becoming mesmerised by this silent striptease that his uptight business partner was doing for him. Irene turned to face him full on, she brought her closed fists to rest on her hips, she pulled her shoulders back and her chest out, her hands and arms were holding back the white material of here blouse, revealing to him for the first time her thighs and abdomen. "Irene, you're wearing stockings." Gavin was wondering why he had said that, he was pretty sure that she already knew what she was wearing. "I always wear stockings, don't you like them?" Gavin liked stockings, his wife hardly ever wore them, besides she didn't have the legs for it, he made a mental note....Paula.....stockings...yes please. "Yes... yes I do." The fact was that Gavin was actually having difficulty concentrating, He did not only like stockings, he loved them, they should be compulsory as far as he was concerned. He was drinking in the strange woman in front of him. She was in the full black suspender belt, knickers, bra getup, her Knickers he noted were over the top of her suspender belt. "Fucking perfect... gorgeous," he thought to himself. "Thank you." Irene said. Shit he was speaking his thoughts, he was really losing it. Irene stepped forward, she reached a hand out and rubbed the palm of her hand across the front of his jeans. "Your cock seems to have changed its mind," she said with a small satisfied smile on her lips. Gavin became aware that his cock was quickly hardening once again. "Am I so bad, would it be such a hardship?" she pouted, giving the tip of his cock a little squeeze and looking up at him with a puppy dog look. Gavin was lost, his cock had made up its mind. He knew that there was no way he could leave the room without fucking something. He just had to cum, and this coincided with an older woman dressed in 'fuck of your life' underwear, rubbing his cock and demanding that he shag her. His conscience was nagging him about his wife and he needed to sort out those feelings soon and what about Paula, would this class as being unfaithful her? or would she understand, a true good fuck buddy may even approve, they hadn't sorted out any ground rules yet, so perhaps it didn't count, besides, Irene had been threatening to expose their earlier actions so he would doing it to protect them both........"yeah right, very noble," he muttered under his breath. He knew his cock would come up with a good logical reason to find it's way into his business partners genitals, this was all a done deal. His wife on the other hand would mind, he was pretty sure she would mind a lot. He had convinced himself that if his wife knew of his true deep feelings for both her and Paula then she would understand and it would be alright. But fucking Irene who he had always professed to dislike a little would be a betrayal, this would be true adultery so he needed this to be a one off, never to be repeated or mentioned event. This was of course all backwards. His wife would be upset but eventually forgiving of a lustful mercy shag but horrified at sharing her husband with a long term second love of his life. Gavin decided to negotiate. He took a hold of her wrist and pulled her hand from his denim entombed penis. "Irene, right now I know what it's like to be frustrated, and I know we can help each other out, but you have to know that this can only be a one off. And any talk of telling Elaine ends right here and now. We're supposed to be friends." Irene slowly nodded her head. "I know," she started, "I wouldn't really have told Elaine about you and that bitch but you don't understand how long I've wanted you and how much I need loving. When I saw that slut all over you I just got so jealous I could have screamed," she spoke softly and quietly but the words bitch and slut had real venom in them. Gavin was relieved to hear a more rational tone coming from her at last. He did not like the way she was speaking about Paula though. He wanted to defend his new love but thought better of going overboard, Irene was obviously very jealous of her. "Paula's not a slut or a bitch, she's just in need of attention like you," he said. "How can you liken her to me? She's been ridden more times than an old bicycle. She's had loads of men on the side. She doesn't care about you the way I do." "Time to change the subject," he thought. "Well she's not here now, and you are," he said. It occurred to him that he was the one to actively give sexual pleasure in his house, his wife was usually just a passenger. Irene claimed that she was the one who had to do all the work in her marriage. So they were not so different after all, and perhaps they could actually do each other a lot of good here. Gavin had decided, he was going to do Irene, this one time, he would keep it a secret from Paula and his wife (obviously). He expected that Irene would be a lot more amenable once he had given her what she needed. "OK"' his cock said, "forget all that diplomatic feelings crap, let me get to work." Gavin was an idiot. He looked down at Irenes flushed face, she was near to tears, Gavin was not entirely sure why. He leant in to kiss the oldest, ugliest woman he had ever kissed. Irene speared out her tongue into his mouth with a hunger that took him by surprise. Round and round it swirled in his mouth. "Different," he thought to himself, not unpleasant but definitely different. What he did not especially like was her breath, Irene still smoked and he had given up, she did taste like an ashtray, but frankly he was already getting used to it. His hands at this point were actually holding her shoulders. "What to grope first?" He thought. Irene gave a muffled grunt and redoubled the airtight seal that her lips had formed on his. Her tongue went noticeably deeper into his mouth. "She's trying to climb inside me," he thought. Her desperate tongue was nevertheless turning him on. He had always been an eyes shut kisser, but he wanted to see her, he just could not visualise what a sexually rampant Irene could possibly look like. He opened his eyes, she was already there. They stared unblinkingly at each other for what seemed like an age, Gavin felt uncomfortable with it, but if he shut his eyes now he thought he would be handing over dominance of the situation to her, in fact he did not feel like he should even blink before her. Irene was making snuffling noises with her nose as if struggling for air. This was stupid he thought, "I'm getting into a staring, breath holding contest with an old slapper clamped to my face." He shut his eyes. Irene gave a muffled grunt of approval (victory?). She also eased up the pressure on his mouth. Gavin moved his hands to the collar of her blouse. Save for a brief glimpse through her open blouse he had yet to see or feel her tits, he did not want to just grope them he wanted to look first. This woman was in full fantasy lingerie; to grope about inside without appreciating the packaging would be like spoiling Christmas. Gavin eased the blouse back and down her shoulders, Irene dropped her arms and the garment slid to the floor. Gavin sought to break the everlasting kiss, frankly his jaw was beginning to ache and he wanted to get to the heavier stuff. As he moved his head away she in turn followed it with her own, she was like a feeding animal reluctant to let go of their mothers teat. Gavin again grasped her by the shoulders and pushed her away. "Irene... Irene darling, slow down. I want to see you." Holding her at arms length he looked down at the black lacy bra covering what would probably turn out to be quite small, saggy tits. He thought to himself "I bet her nipples are brown, I hope her nipples are brown." Gavin liked deep red/brown nipples, or he thought he did, he had never actually got his hands on any. He silently made another wish to the nipple fairy and moved his gaze further down. Her belly was streaked with silvery stretch marks, but it was flat and her belly button looked quite cute and he felt the need to stroke it with his fingers. Her suspenders were of the non-frilly kind they were flat and utilitarian and passed under her black cotton knickers. The front of her knickers appeared to protrude slightly from where he imagined her mound to be. "She does not shave her pubes," he thought. It was true she was not facially attractive but this was hardly going to be a chore. He was a kid in a candy store and the shopkeeper was not looking. Gently he turned her around, he wanted to see all of the package. Her arse was surprisingly pert, not soft, saggy or bony, he patted her on the bum. Irene bent forward, raising her bottom towards him and began to wiggle it. He brought both hands to rest on the trembling cheeks. His fingers probing the very top of her inner thighs. After a few moments Gavin took a small step forward while running his hands up her bony spine he came to rest with his crotch pressing into her arse crack. Irene let out a small gasp and pushed back into him. Again she wriggled her bum cheeks, but this time on his covered stem, his cock pulsed its approval. "Mmmm... that would be soooo good," she whispered. Doing her doggy style right now appealed to him but he wanted her to say it. "What would be sooo good?" "I've had two husbands and they both refused to fuck my arse." Gavins heart had left his body, it was doing a lap of honour with his cock. His silence spoke volumes to her, "I'm sorry, I've shocked you, I know it's dirty but lots of people do it." "Irene, if it's what you want then I'm prepared to try. I promise I won't think any worse of you." Gavin tried not to laugh but there was a definite tremble in his voice. It came across as though he was preparing to make the ultimate sacrifice. "That's very sweet, thank you but perhaps we'll save that for another time," she conceded. Gavin thought "OK. So maybe the one off thing was a bit premature, a shag now and an anal extravaganza will be the second and last time." His cock was definitely doing the thinking now. Irene stood up still wriggling her bum against his rigid dick. Gavin brought his arms up under hers and grasped her breasts. Irene was fifty-five years old and had spent forty of them doing exercises simply so that when he made a grab for her tits and bum he would say, "Christ they're bloody firm." "Christ they're bloody firm," he said. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 Sherry stood by the bed dressed in a black leather corset that accentuated her big 36dd tits, her tiny waist and her full hips and beautiful round ass. High healed thigh high leather boots completed her dominatrix outfit and a thick black strap on hung lewdly from her waist as she barked orders to me and the three muscular men in the room. It was September 11th, her 32 birthday, and the first since we had gotten back together. My present to her was four slaves to do with as she pleased. My oringinal plan was a mix of two male slaves, including me, and two female slaves, but she requested all well built men. It took some planning but I managed to arrange exactly what she requested right down to the fully appointed dungeon with the help of the swingers website. Her first order made my stomach churn with disgust. It was something I had no desire to do but it was something she obviously wanted to see and since I was her slave with no boundaries I had no choice but to comply. "I want to see you and Jim kiss," she said as an evil grin spread across her pretty face. I fought to clear my head from the disgust I felt at her order. I walked over to the naked muscular man standing next to a stockade in a well lit corner of the dungeon and pressed my lips to his. My stomach turned and I felt sick as I kissed another man for the first time in my life. His lips were softer than I expected and it was not as bad as I thought but it was not enjoyable "Very nice slaves, now kiss deeply. Kiss like you mean it. I want to see tongue. I can see that Jim is enjoying it and I am sure you can feel his hard cock pressing against your body can't you sissy boy," Sherry teased. "Yes mistress," I answered honestly as Jim's big hard cock rubbed against my smooth shaved balls. He pressed his lips to mine and agressively kissed me. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth and swirled around as I tentatively returned the kiss. I heard Sherry moaning in the back ground as Jim's hips ground aganst my pelvis. His hard dick rubbed against my smooth shaved balls and taint and I found myself enjoying the feeling of the kiss despite my revultion. My cock hardened inspite of myself and pressed against Jim's rock hard abs. Sherry stood beside me and stroked my hair as she whispered a mix of encouraging words and humiliating, degrading taunts. "Suck on his tongue my sissy slave," she ordered as she guided my hand to his warm throbbing rod. She pressed her enormous tits against my back and ground her strapon aganst my ass as she sandwiched me between her and Jim. "Enough slave," Sherry yelled as she violently grabbed my hair and pulled hard, snapping my head back and forcing her long tongue down my throat. I sucked on her tongue and lickes her top lip making her moan loudly. Sherry took my cock in her right hand and stroked it slowly as we kissed. She grabbed Jim's dick in her other hand and rubbed them together as she ordered the other two naked muscular men over to where we were stading. She ordered them to their knees and watched excitedly as they took the throbbing cocks from her tiny hands and engulphed them in their warm mouths. Sherry removed her strap on and watched wide eyed as two of her powerfully built male sex slaves fellated Jim and I. She was panting and moaning as her fingers mercilessly assaulted her dripping wet cunt. "Enough slaves," she commanded. Everyone stopped what they were doing and awaited Sherry's next order. "It is time you queers stopped pleasuring each other and put some of that hard cock to use in my overheated cunt. I am after all the birthday girl and you are all toys to use for my pleasure." She ordered me onto the bed on my back. The black rubber sheet was cool on my skin as my beautiful mistress strattled me on the bed. Kyle, the most well endowed of the slaves climbed behind Sherry. I watched as his thick nine inch cock split Sherry's dripping pussy. Her lips clung to his thick rod as he pumped it into her in a smooth steady rhythm. Kyle's smooth shaved balls slapped against my head with each stroke and pussy juice dripped from Sherry's lips into my waiting mouth. "Suck my pussy piggy," she said breathlessly as Kyle continued to plow her from behind. I raised my mouth to her succulent pussy and licked her meaty lips making her moan loudly as Jim climbed infront of Sherry's open mouth and offered her his hard throbbing manhood. She slurped his cock into her mouth as I devoured her pussy. My tongue flicked rhythmically over her engorged clit until her sexy body shook with her first climax of the day. Sherry sucked Jim's hard six inches into her mouth as he held her head steady and rocked his hips fore and aft gently fucking her mouth. Kyle continued to pound his monsterous cock into her dripping cunt as I licked the smooth wet underside of his cock and balls. Harder and faster Kyle continued to plow Sherry's overheated pussy until his balls tightened and he sank all nine inches into her. I sucked his smooth balls into my mouth as he unleashed a torrent of thick warm cum inside her. He pulled his dripping wet cock from her tastey hole and rubbed it over my face covering me with the sticky delicious combination of their juices. I licked his cock clean as Sherry continued to suck on Jim's throbbing rod. When Kyle's cock was clean I attached my mouth to Sherry's quivering cunt and vacuumed the thick warm goo from her womb. Jim continued to fuck Sherry's mouth as Jeremy, the fourth slave who had been idley stroking his seven solid inches as he waited for his turn inside Sherry's luscious body, climbed behind he and entered her in a smooth easy stroke. Jim's body tensed as he came in Sherry's warm mouth. She greedily gulped his creamy seed down her throat and sucked his softening cock as Jeremy continued to fuck her hard until another climax shook her beautiful body. Sherry climbed off the bed and ordered me to roll over onto my stomach. I knew what she had in mind and despite my reservations I was ready for anything she commanded us to do. She poured some lube over my asshole and slid two and then three fingers inside me. She fucked me hard with her fingers as she pulled my hair hard and yelled "you like that don't you piggy?" "Yes mistress, I love your fingers in my ass." "Oh, my fingers are just the start sissy. Today your mistress gets to see you get fucked in the ass," she said as she pulled her fingers from my asshole and forced them into my mouth. "You," she said pointing to Jeremy, "get ontop of this little bitch and fuck him hard." I clenched my teeth tightly as Jeremy climbed onto the bed. I felt a huge pit in my stomach as I heard the squishing sound from Jeremy lubing up his cock. He pressed the head against my well lubricated asshole and slowly thrust his hips forward. I groaned with an odd combination of pain mixed with an unexpected pleasure as he filled my ass with warm throbbing flesh. "That's it baby," Sherry said as she pressed her soft lips to mine. "Thank you so much for my birthday present baby. I love you so much." Her lips parted and our tongues entwined in a deep passionate kiss. Jeremy fell into a steady rhythm as his cock slid in and out of my ass. My cock throbbed as his rod stroked my prostate and I found myself enjoying the experience far more than I ever could have imagined. "You like having his cock up your sissy ass don't you my piggy," Sherry chided. I groaned a response because I was unable to speak clearly. "Fuck him harder slave!" Sherry yelled. "Fuck him like the bitch that he is." Jeremy's cock pistoned in and out of my ass as he relentlessly fucked me. His cock stroked my prostate and wave after wave of pleasure rocked my body as I came hard onto the thick rubber sheet beneath me. "Oh god," Jeremy called out. "I'm gonna cum." "Stop,"Sherry yelled. Jeremy groaned in disappointment as he stopped thrusting his cock into my gaping asshole. "Get over here slave and put that big cock in this sissy slaves mouth." She said as she directed Jeremy to stand beside the bed. "Make him cum piggy, and don't you dare spill a drop." My stomach recoiled as Jeremy thrust his dripping cock into my mouth. My tongue slid along the underside of his warm meat as my head began to bob. I wrapped my hand around the thick shaft and pumped his rod as I sucked his head and swirled my tongue around it. I could feel his legs begin to quiver and I reached around and eased a finger up his asshole as I deep throated his cock. Jeremy moaned loudly and filled my mouth with his warm seed. I swallowed his surprisingly tastey cream as I continued to slurp on his spasming cock. Sherry pulled my hair and kissed me forcfully as her tongue plunged deep inside my mouth. She thrust her tongue in and out of my mouth as she reached down and played with my cum covered cock. My dick quickly stiffened in her talented hands. "Now piggy, it is your turn to do some ass fucking," she said as she greased up my pole. She bent over infront of me and ordered me to lick her asshole. I licked her puckered hole and drooled copious amounts of spit before forcing my tongue inside her tight hole. Sherry moaned loudly and pushed her beautiful ass back against my face burying it between her luscious cheeks. I reached around and rubbed her engourged clit as I lovingly tongue fucked her delectible ass. "Oh baby," she panted, "I need your cock in my ass." "Yes mistress," I replied as I straightened up and eased my hard cock into her tight hole. Sherry groaned loudly as I buried my cock deep into her tight asshole. She told me to stop moving when my cock was all the way inside her. She ordered Jim to climb under her and Kyle to strattle him with his enormous cock infront of her face. Jim eased his dick into Sherry's dripping wet hole. I could feel his cock rubbing against mine through the thin membrane that separated her two holes. "Oh god I love this," she said as Jim and I started to fuck her with long slow strokes. She reached forward and took Kyles huge cock into her mouth. She sucked on it noisily as Jim and I quickened our pace. The room filled with the sound of Sherry's slurping mouth and slapping flesh as we gangbanged my beautiful girl friend. The sweet smell of sex hung heavy in the room and Jim and I thrust hard into Sherry's tight body. Harder and faster we pounded into our Sherry sandwich as we worked toward the epic climax of our gangbang. Sweat dripped from my brow as I violently pounded my cock into Sherry's tight ass. I could feel her legs quiver as she approached a powerful orgasm. Jim came first and he grunted loudly as he filled her pussy with cum. I pulled hard on Sherry's hair and thrust my cock deep inside her ass as we came together. We collapsed on the bed in a sweaty tangled pile of flesh. Kyle stroked his hard cock and waited for Sherry's next order. He didn't have to wait long. She ordered Kyle and Jeremy to blow each other and she grabbed me by the hair. She kneeled over my face and pulled my face into her pussy. "Clean Jim's cum from my cunt, piggy and then I have a treat for you." I vacuumed the cum from her pussy as she held my head tightly by the hair. I licked and sucked all of their juices from her delicious honey pot and she moaned softly. "Here's your treat piggy," she said as she released a warm flow of salty sweet pee. I gulped down her warm refreshmen trying hard to drink it all but failing miserably. Her piss flowed down my body onto the rubber sheet. When she finished she tied me face up on the bed and ordered Kyle and Jeremy to cum on my face. I looked up at them helplessly as they vigorously pounded their cocks until they both unleashed ribbons of thick warm cum onto my face. Sherry waited for them to finish and then climbed onto the bed. She sat on my cum covered face and ordered me to make her cum. I licked her delicious pussy as she ground it against my face until she came again. Sherry left me tied to the bed covered in pussy juice, cum and piss. She walked upstairs and had each of the other three slaves pleasure her once more before they left. She returned and hour later with my dog collar and leash. She dressed me and walked me to her car for the short trip home. "Thank you baby," she said as she kissed me tenderly. "This was the best birthday ever. I can't wait unil next summer to reciprocate so you will be getting an early birthday present." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 Saturday morning finally came and the two of us took the old company van out to the deserted building. Bill drove around to the rear of the building to the loading area and parked. As we got out, Bill looked all around and said, "This is good. Lots of privacy here. This ramp will make it easier to get Jen into the building. Let's go inside and look around." Bill inserted the key into the dusty lock, turned it and opened the door. We entered and I flipped a light switch. Surprisingly, a single overhead light came on. We walked farther through a wide open space until we came to a free swinging double door and then we pushed into the next room. I flipped the next light switch I saw and on came another single overhead light. In the near distance I saw a sign on a door that read, "MEN." "Alright, Bill! Let's see what's behind door number one!" I pushed open the door and flipped on a light to reveal exactly what I had imagined. The floor was made of dingy white, tiny octagonal tiles, stained from years of use and lack of care. There were several stalls that lined one wall, sinks on the opposite wall, and at the far end stood a line of urinals that went from about waist high to the floor. I looked at Bill and he grinned back. "You know, if I tape her wrists behind her back, she won't be able to prop herself up once she's on her knees. This could be good in a really sick kind of way. You're sure you're okay with this?" Bill patted my shoulder and said, "I knew you were the right man for the job! Besides, anything you make her do that she likes, I'll get to do to her later." We left the restroom and continued inspecting the building. Not far away was a door with a sign on it that read, "SICK ROOM." "Okay, Bill. Let's see what's behind door number two!" I pushed open that door and flipped on another overhead light. Inside was what appeared to be a nurse's station, complete with an old metal hospital bed and a bare mattress. "Oh, man! This is perfect!" I shouted. "No windows to the outside. Metal bed frame for securing restraints. Mattress. There's even some old medical tape and scissors over there. Depending on how much it would cost to rent this place, we could probably do a little bit of renovating and turn this into dungeon for the kinksters in town." "What the hell are you talking about, Brent?" "You've never heard about the BDSM crowds at dungeons? If you can get the word out, you can make some money on a decent kink club." Bill looked at me strangely and asked, "How many people in this town do you think are going to join a kink club, Brent?" "Okay. Good point, Bill. But it's a thought. So, where do you want the cameras? One near the urinals and one in here? It's too bad we only have two." "Yeah, sounds good. I'll come back later and hook them up. Just being in here and thinking about what you might do to Jen got me horny. I want to get back home and get down and dirty with her." Bill locked the door and we went out to the van. Before I got inside, I noticed some large metal rings bolted into the side of the loading dock. "I don't know what the original purpose of those rings were, but they look like they'd be good for securing Jen in a spread eagle for either a whipping or a fucking, or both." Bill just stood there looking at me and finally said, "You're one sick mother fucker, aren't you? Save the whipping idea for somebody else." "Note to self," I said. "No whipping Bill's lovely wife. Fuck her brains out but don't leave any marks on her." The next several days seemed to drag by. Both Bill and myself were ready for this to happen. We'd worked out all the details. He'd installed the cameras and given me the keys and alarm codes to the building. I had the van gassed up and even put a thin mattress on the floor in the back. I'd connected handcuffs and ankle cuffs to the ends of the bed frame, and also stocked the cabinets with a couple of extra large dildos and a bottle of lubricant. I wasn't sure if I'd use it, but I hung a 2-quart enema bag with tubing from a hook I'd fastened to a door of a stall, just in case. I'd even practiced how I was going to grab Jen and get her into the van. The day it was going to happen finally arrived. Bill told me he was going to make Jen go to the corner store at 10:30 PM wearing only sandals and a rain coat with nothing on underneath. He said he'd tell her to flash the cashier on her way out to make sure she'd do it. It'd also make it easier for me to get her naked. All I had to do was park the van on the street between their home and the store... and wait for the right moment. I left early to make sure I'd get the best possible parking location. I wanted to be equidistant between the streetlights so I'd have the least amount of light falling on me. As it happened, I was the only person who parked on the street. And I had to sit and wait a long, long time. I kept glancing at my watch until finally it was almost time. I opened the sliding door of the van and left it ajar, then stared into the mirror, waiting for Jen to arrive. When I finally saw her figure in the distance, my cock immediately got hard. I wondered if this is what real rapists experience. I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was scare the living daylights out of Jen, get her into the van, gag her, blindfold her and restrain her with the duct tape, and then get to the abandoned building to start my fun. When she neared the van, I surprised myself at how easily I was able to do just that. Everything seemed to go so smoothly, although once I had her lying face down on the mattress, it was all just a blur. I sat and watched her struggling against the tape. I listened to her muffled cries for help. I told her, "Calm down, bitch. I'm going to take you where no one will ever find you and I'm going to have so much fun using you. Before I'm done with you, you'll have done so many depraved things and begged for more that you won't ever think about plain vanilla sex again. Now, shut up and enjoy the ride." I started the van and eased out of the parking space. I drove towards the old building, thinking about the things I wanted to do. Jen remained quiet for a while. For whatever reason, about a mile before we got to the building, she started struggling and trying to scream. The road was empty and dark, so I pulled over on the side and stepped into the back of the van. I rolled her over onto her back and quickly unbuttoned her coat. Sure enough, she was naked under it. I slapped her tits forcefully and then shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy. "Just as I thought! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I roughly finger fucked her for about 30-seconds and then pulled my fingers out and wiped them between her mouth and nose. "Smell that? That's pure arousal, slut. You and I are going to have a lot of fun." I got back to the driver's seat and continued towards the destination. All I could think about was how much I was enjoying everything so far and how much I was looking forward to doing more. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that Jen had rolled herself back onto her stomach and was trying to grind her pussy into the mattress. "Better save some of that for me, cunt!" As I entered the large desolate parking lot of the old building I heard Jen sigh. I drove around to the back and pulled up close to the ramp that led up to the top of the loading dock. I got out and slid open the door of the van. "I hope you're ready for some fun, slut. Something tells me you are." Reaching inside, I grabbed her long blonde hair and tugged it towards me. "Crawl over here now or I'll get back there and teach you a lesson." Jen giggled and remained motionless, daring me to live up to my threat. I climbed in, pulled out my knife and proceeded to cut the entire length of the back of her coat. I then pushed the two sides apart revealing her nude back. "You asked for it, slut." I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, and then knelt just behind her round ass. With both hands I spread her ass cheeks apart, spit on her ass hole, and then pushed the head of my cock into the center of the puckered rim. I couldn't tell if she was moaning from pleasure or pain, but I didn't really care. I pushed the entire shaft inside her until my balls were mashed against her and then started pumping her hard. Between the sensation of her ass snug around my cock and the knowledge that I was ass raping my friend's wife, I was in heaven. I fucked her relentlessly, not caring at all about how it felt to her. I wanted to cum, but I knew I'd better save myself for later. I pulled out of her quickly, rolled her over onto her back, ripped off the tape from her mouth and shoved my cock in between her lips. "Suck it clean, bitch! That's it. I know you love the taste of your ass." I pulled her head up and lowered it several times before stopping. After I withdrew from her mouth I used my cock to smear her spit all over her face. "I think I picked a good little slut this time," I said as if I'd done this many times before. After placing the tape back over her mouth, I put my cock back into my pants, zipped up and then started pushing her towards the open door. When she was just about to fall out, I climbed over her and propped her up on the edge of the seat. Her coat, now in two pieces, slid down onto her arms. "Look at you. I guess you'll just have to go naked now." I slit the sleeves of her coat and let the rags fall to the ground. "That's better. I can get to everything with no trouble at all." I slapped her on the ass and then guided her up the ramp. It was awkward trying to get her to walk with the duct tape still wrapped around her ankles, but I enjoyed seeing her stumble. I laughed at her several times, each time slapping the fullness of her butt. When we finally made it to the door, I pushed the key into her pussy. "Oops! Wrong place for that!" I snickered and them put the key into the lock. "It probably needed some lubrication anyway." I pushed open the door and then pushed Jen inside. After locking the door behind me, I told her I'd make it easier for her to walk, but the first time she tried anything funny, I'd bind her ankles again. Squatting to slice the tape, I saw the rivulets of her wetness trickling down her thighs. I slid two fingers in between her pussy lips and remarked, "I think you must want this as much as I do, don't you?" Jen nodded "yes" as she parted her thighs. I pushed three fingers into her and rotated my wrist back and forth to stretch her out a little. She nodded "yes" again, so I withdrew my three fingers and then pushed in four. She jerked just a bit and then nodded "yes" once more. I looked up at her and she nodded more vigorously. I pulled out my four fingers and then tucked my thumb into the bunch and started pushing back into her. She squirmed as if she was doing everything she could to let my hand in. I pushed harder and slowly but surely my entire hand disappeared inside her pussy. I held still for a moment before spreading my fingers apart inside her. I wiggled my fingers as if I was trying to scratch her insides, then curled my fingers into a ball and thrust upwards into her. She tried to scream when I hit her cervix but the tape over her mouth muffled it. It didn't really matter since there was nobody around, but I left the tape in place. Never completely withdrawing my hand, I fist fucked her for several minutes and then began squeezing her clit until she had a shuddering whole body orgasm. I thought about taking advantage of the copious amounts of her juice coating my hand to fist her ass, but then decided I'd save that for later. Instead, I withdrew from her pussy and teased her ass hole with a couple of fingers. When I felt satisfied that she was ready for more, I led her into the men's restroom and made her stand next to the urinal at the end. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. It was only semi-erect so I gripped it with one hand and slapped it down against the other. "You want this again, don't you, slut? You want it in your ass, right?" Jen nodded "yes." "Well, you just stand there and wait a minute. I've got to piss, and this time I'm going to piss before I get inside you." I stepped up close to the urinal, aimed the tip of my cock down towards the center of the drain and let it flow. About halfway through emptying my bladder, I twisted towards her and pissed on her foot. She didn't flinch, so I aimed higher and hit her legs. Except for parting her legs she remained motionless, so I finished my stream on her pussy. "So, you're a piss slut. Who knew? Well, time for you to get down on your knees." Jen was barely able to get to her knees without falling over. As I'd hoped, keeping her hands bound behind her back made it very awkward for her. "Bend over, bitch." As she started to bend down, I placed my foot on the back of her shoulders and gave her a push, forcing her face down within an inch of the clogged drain. I positioned myself over her ass, spread her cheeks wide and then pushed my cock into her all at once. The force pushed her head against the back of the urinal, soaking her hair. I pulled back about halfway and then started fucking her hard and fast. By the time I'd cum in her, her face and hair was wet with piss and her body was covered in sweat. I looked up to the camera and smiled before slapping her ass hard with the palm of my hand. After I pulled out I told her it was time to clean my cock again. She raised her face towards me and I removed the tape. "Oh, thank you, sir! That was wonderful! You've made me into the nasty slut I know I've been capable of for years. What do you have planned for me next?" She then sucked my cock into her mouth and did a very thorough job of cleaning it. I was shocked by what I'd just heard, but pleased, nonetheless. I looked into her eyes and replied, "If you enjoy being filled, I've got just the thing. Come with me." Wreaking of piss, I pulled her up by her arm and guided her to the door. On the way past the stalls she noticed the enema bag hanging from the door. "Oh! Is that for me, too? Please say it is!" "Not right now. Maybe later. We'll see if you can take it all in one try. Come on now." We exited the restroom and walked towards the room with the bed. I observed the cum oozing out of her ass as she walked. "You're a fine looking cum dump, girl. I may have to keep you for a while." "Please? Will you?" Jen pleaded. "Maybe," I replied. I pushed open the door to the sick room and walked us over to the bed. "Lie down on your back." Jen did as she was told and within a couple of minutes I had her spread eagled and shackled to the bed frame. "I know you like the taste of your own ass. Let's see if you like mine." After straddling her shoulders I lowered my ass over her face, spread my cheeks and then rubbed my ass crack over her mouth. Without having to order her to stick out her tongue, she eagerly thrust her tongue up to meet my ass hole. It felt so good! It was all I could do to keep from sitting down right there. I played with her nipples as I let her keep flicking her tongue over the rim. I felt her raise her head so she could get her tongue inside me. I was starting to think that I should steal her away from Bill, but knew that wouldn't do. After twisting, pinching and pulling on her nipples and enjoying her expert rimming of my ass, I decided it was time to use a dildo in her. I climbed off her and went to the cabinet. "Come back, sir! Please don't leave me." "Hold your horses, slut. I've got something we'll both enjoy." I returned with an extra thick dildo and showed it to her. "This is for your ass." I plopped my cock on her face and said, "This is for your pussy." Moving down the side of the bed, I told her I thought she'd like the feeling of getting a double penetration. I spread her ass cheeks enough to see her already well used hole and pushed the dildo into her. With the leftover cum acting as a lubricant, it slid in easily. Next I got up onto the mattress, positioned myself in between her legs and aligned my cock at the opening of her stretched, slick pussy. I leaned into her and entered with only a little resistance. "If I'm going to fist you regularly, you're going to have to do a lot of Kegels, slut. I won't keep a loose twat." While buried deep inside her, I leaned down and bit one of her nipples. She let out a quick scream and then said I should do it again. "When I feel like it, slut. I'm in control - not you." As I said that I felt the walls of her pussy grip me tighter. Somewhat surprised I was able to maintain my erection, I fucked her slowly, pulling back to within a fraction of an inch of coming all the way out and then pushing back in balls deep. My cock was extremely sensitive now so I backed all the way out, went back to the cabinet and got the other dildo. After pushing that one up into her pussy I stood at the end of the bed where her head lay and gently stroked my cock until I shot another load onto her face. She eagerly flicked her tongue everywhere she could reach, trying to get as much of it into her mouth. As she did, I took a handful of her hair and wiped my cock with it. I looked at the clock I'd brought and realized how much time had passed. It was no wonder I was getting tired. I looked at Jen, still trying to get every last glob of cum with her tongue. "It's late," I told her. "We both need some sleep. Do you have to go pee?" "I do," she replied, "but I think you'd better go with me and watch." "That goes without saying! Hang on and I'll uncuff you." Before I did, I pulled the dildo out of her pussy and held it to her mouth to lick clean. Next I removed the dildo from her ass and let her lick that one. "Can you hold it just a little longer?" "Okay," she said as she smiled. I placed my left palm over her pubic mound and pressed down as I pushed the middle two fingers of my right hand into her pussy. Curling my fingertips upwards, I pressed against her g-spot and began jerking up and pushing down very firmly and quickly. Within a minute or two, Jen orgasmed and squirted a little stream of clear ejaculate onto the mattress. I paused but kept my hands in position. When her body settled down I repeated the process. This time her whole body twitched and turned uncontrollably as she shot out another stream of ejaculate. "There, slut. I thought you earned that." I then uncuffed her ankles and then her wrists, and then helped her up off the mattress. She wobbled slightly so I held her close to my body. Her arms reached around me and hugged me, and then she gently kissed all over my chest. Jen looked up at me and asked, "Will you keep me and fuck me and never stop?" "We'll see." I knew I had to give her back to Bill, but I hoped there'd be more opportunities for me to use her again. "Let's get you to the toilet." I steadied her as we walked back to the men's room. I held open the door to a stall and watched her sit down on the toilet. Knowingly, she kept her thighs spread open so I'd be able to see her piss. "Would you like to piss on me, sir? Or even better, piss in me?" "A good little piss slut like you ought to be treated to both, but not right now. We both need some sleep. Maybe tomorrow. Now, wipe yourself so we can go back." "There's no tissue, sir." She was right! I'd forgotten to bring any toilet paper. "Wipe with your fingers, and then lick your fingers." "mmmmmm" she replied. "You know just the things I want!" She wiped as instructed and then stood up on her own. "Should I wipe my butt, too?" "No, leave it. I want you to sleep with it." "mmmmmm, I feel so dirty, and in a wonderful way." We walked back to the room with the bed. I told Jen to lie down and get comfortable, and then I cuffed one of her ankles to the bed frame. "Close your eyes and get some rest. I have one more thing I need to do before I come to sleep with you." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 As much as I hated the thought of having to do it, Bill and I agreed that I should leave her alone so he could "rescue" her early in the morning. I'd place a pre-written note near the bed so she'd be able to read it before he arrived. The note said that I'd felt guilty about kidnapping her and contacted her husband with her location so he could come and get her. After placing the note where she'd be able to see it, I quietly left the building. As I was about to climb into the van I saw Bill drive up. "Hey, buddy! How'd it go?" Smiling broadly I told him, "Fan-fucking-tastic! You've got yourself a grade-A slut there, Bill! If you ever want to have a threesome or she wants to get some on the side, be sure and let me know! You know what? I'd like copies of the videos, too. Damn, that girl is hot! Now, go inside and rescue that poor girl. Go easy on her - I gave her quite a workout! Oh, and you ought to take her something to wear. The raincoat had an accident." Bill grinned, pulled out a T-shirt and rushed towards the door. As I drove away, I wondered if I'd ever get to fuck Jennifer again. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 The sex kitten that she is, Kim takes Jonas by the hand and guides him to her room. It's obvious she wants to get things started, and she isn't scared to speed up the process. Jonas can't help but stare at her long, sexy legs, and watch her tight ass move with every step. Kim releases his hand as they enter her room and it slides down her ass and thighs, sending goose bumps throughout Jonas's body. Caleb is already stripped down to a grey pair of briefs. Caleb has a nice body, not a bodybuilder builder by any standards, but Kim isn't at all disappointed with what Jonas brought her. "You don't waste time, do you? I'm Kim." Before Caleb can respond, she struts toward him in her heels, breasts bouncing slightly with every step. She grabs the back of his head, pulling him into a deep warm kiss, her other hand on his chest. Caleb is clearly caught off guard, but he quickly recovers, pulling her in towards him. Jonas watches the scene playing out in front of him. It doesn't occur to him until now that they are just meeting for the first time. He'd introduce them, but what's about to happen will make Caleb closer to Kim than exchanging pleasantries. Jonas wonders if this sets a record for how quickly two people have fucked after first meeting each other, prostitution excluded. He makes a mental note to send Guinness an inquiry after this is all over. He follows Caleb's lead and takes off his shirt and pants. Jonas is sporting an extremely tight pair of electric blue briefs, his cock practically bursting out of them. Kim's eyes dart between the two. They aren't Hollister models, but she likes what she sees. They're bigger than she is, and if what she just told Jonas is any indication, she wants them to have power over her. Jonas sees her just watching them and he replays her comment in her head. What did she mean by it? He thinks of how he and Caleb could be in control with her. What would she want them to do? He stands up and nods his head towards Kim. Caleb gets his meaning and they both walk over to her in the center of the room. Jonas reaches one arm around Kim, and places his hand on her ass. As soon as he makes contact with her, he quickly pulls her up close to his body, with force, but not too aggressively. He plants a hard swat on her left ass cheek. He enjoys it, and hopes he can do it again. A moan escapes her lips. For a second, he is worried that he has crossed the line. But then she looks up at him with those eyes and gives him the slightest smile. It was a moan of pleasure, not pain. He can tell that this is what she meant: she wants to be submissive. The robe is the first to go. It's sexy, but it covers up the eye candy. The boys both pick an article of clothing and delicately remove it, Kim standing motionless as the boys undress her. They make sure to work over her body real well while slipping the material off. Jonas starts from the bottom and Caleb from the top. Jonas has never had a problem with feet, and he knows some women like a man who's willing to rub their feet before sex. He actually really enjoys doing it, but this is for her pleasure. He kneels down beside her and begins to kiss the outside of her left thigh. He can see and feel the goose bumps creeping up her leg. It makes her skin look even sexier. As he plants light kisses along her leg, he slips off her heels and places them to the side. He lightly massages her feet, pulling at each toe. He turns his attention to her stockings and places one hand between her legs, teasing her pussy but not quite touching it. His hand finds bare skin above the top of her stockings, a small area of her upper thigh. Jonas is careful not to touch her lips. The other hand traces a line up and down her legs on the outside of her stockings. She closes her eyes and he knows how badly she wants his fingers inside of her. Meanwhile, Caleb is standing behind Kim, working on her neck and breasts. He needs Jonas to undo the straps between the bustier and stockings, so he's taking his sweet time touching her where he pleases. He continues to kiss and suck on her neck from behind, and reaches his hands around her front to play with her breasts. The bustier has straps, so even though he can't completely take it off, he can pull it down far enough to access her nipples. He moves his mouth to suck and nibble on her earlobe. His fingers find their way to her nipples and lightly pinch and caress them. He alternates between squeezing her breasts and stroking her areolas. Caleb takes her by the chin and pulls her mouth towards his, forcing her into a deep kiss. His tongue finds hers and she moans into his mouth as Jonas's fingers work their way slowly up to her pussy. She likes what these boys are doing to her. She can't stop it even if she wants to. They are in control now. And she loves it. Caleb continues kissing her, nibbling on her ear, sucking on her neck, all while working magic on her breasts with his hands. Below them, Jonas is playing games with Kim, and she has no choice but to take it as it comes. He plants kisses along her inner thighs, breathing warm air on her pussy, but never quite reaching it. When he has to pull his head out to see the clothes he is removing, his hands take over for his lips. He decides to make use of both and removes the straps of the stockings with his mouth while fluttering his fingers against her panties. The red bows have an amazingly sexy contrast against the black lace of the stockings. He gets the straps undone and begins to remove the stockings. Slowly. Deliberately. His fingers run over every inch of her legs as he pulls down the stockings. He removes them one at a time, enjoying every second. At times, he puts the tops of the stockings between his teeth and puts his hands to better use. He refrains from touching her pussy lips. He loves watching her squirm. Finally, the stockings find their way to where the heels were thrown. The clothes that cover her skin are gradually piling up around the edges of the room. Kim is left in her bustier and thong. That won't last long if Caleb and Jonas have anything to do with it. Caleb is still using his mouth and hands on her when he feels some tension break from the bottom of the bustier. He realizes that this means Jonas has undone the straps connecting it to the stockings. He places his hands on her hips and moves up close to her. She can feel his hard cock against her back side. Her hands have been at her sides this whole time, and he takes her forearms and begins to raise them towards the ceiling. This raises her breasts, and both boys have to take a moment to admire the view. Secretly, the attention is turning Kim on. Caleb takes the bustier in fistfuls and raises it over her head. Her upper body is revealed, a glint of light flashes from Kim's stomach. A hidden belly button piercing. Surprises are a definite turn on for Jonas. She must have gotten it in college, a spontaneous decision to make her body even sexier. He wonders if this is a hint at how wild she can be. Continuing with the theme of teasing of her pussy, the boys wait to remove the thong and run their hands and lips across her body, one in front and one behind. Caleb puts a little more emphasis on her ass, grabbing it and spanking it with an occasional kiss, and Jonas gets his turn with her breasts. Jonas doesn't realize until now how much he wants to kiss her. The urge overcomes him and he places several fingertips under her chin, digging them in slightly so he can control her head. He pulls her in and their lips lock. Her mouth is warm, and he wonders what it will be like to have his cock in it. Their tongues meet, and rather than simply moving against each other, they dance wildly, moving back and forth between mouths. Suddenly, Kim moans into his mouth. It's not because of the kissing, and it isn't Caleb's hands playing with her ass. Jonas has finally ended his pussy teasing. His fingers are plunged deep inside her, and Caleb is about to join in. Caleb's left hand continues to work on Kim's breasts, but then he catches drift that Jonas is fingering her cunt, and moves his right hand below. Jonas is still kissing Kim when he feels Caleb's hand reach between her legs. At first he thinks there are too many cooks in the kitchen, but then he has an idea. He allows Caleb's fingers to enter Kim, first one, then two, then three. She lets out a shudder as they move in and out. Jonas had her thong pulled to the side but now that Caleb has taken over he can let go. Having relinquished his position inside her, Jonas turns his focus towards her clit. While Caleb fucks her hole with his fingers, Jonas rubs her with his fingertips. He starts moving them up and down then in circles. At this point, Kim is soaking wet. Her fluids are dripping down her leg, and it is a good thing too, because she is going to need the lubrication. Out of nowhere, her body begins to shake, her eyes flutter then shut, and a low scream escapes her mouth. Her first orgasm of the day. Jonas has fantasized about Kim hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and every one ended in her toe curling orgasm. The truth is her pleasure turns him on. There's nothing sexier to him than making her feel good, and now that he has experienced bringing her to the edge first hand, he wants to do it again. His thoughts race and he contemplates his next step in creating a day of ecstasy for Kim. The boys have to support Kim's weight, the tremors running through her body making her weak in the knees. She holds on to Jonas with her hands, nails digging into his skin with every thrilling jolt of bliss. She bites her lower lip, attempting to suppress the noises coming from her throat, but to no avail. They continue to do their work on her breasts, mouth, and pussy, picking up the pace to match her screams. They begin to subside, and Caleb and Jonas react by slowing down, but not completely stopping. Caleb goes back to his previous routine of working her breasts and kissing her neck. Jonas decides to take this opportunity to finally remove the moist thong and hand it to Caleb, as proof of the good work they've already done. Jonas gives him a nod as he passes him the panties, as if to say, "Keep it up." The thong is soaking wet now, which is just fine because she isn't going to need it anymore. The boys know that Kim will have to recover from her orgasm. She leans her head against Jonas's chest, hands on his shoulders as she attempts to regain her composure. Jonas looks down at her petite frame, watching her breath deeply, barely able to catch her breath. Her breasts rise and fall with every inhale and exhale, and Jonas is mesmerized by the movement. Kim is naked now except for a few bracelets and a piece of material around her neck. Jonas thought the accessories complimented the outfit well, but now wonders why she chose them. Caleb gives Kim a moment and consolidates the clothes into a pile off to the side, and for a moment, Jonas's eyes meet Kim's. He's waiting for her to make a move. Then he remembers what she said to him. She wanted to be their sex slave. To be used. He is going to have to remember that. He and Caleb are calling the shots now. She wants them to tell her what to do. Jonas takes the initiative and removes his briefs, the only thing that has been keeping the boys' cocks from rubbing against Kim. He sees that Caleb has done the same, and awkwardness is palpable. For a moment neither of them knows how close is too close to be, but then Jonas decides to act. He places his hand on Kim's shoulder, a gesture of power, imbalance of positions. He pushes her to the floor and she realizes what is coming next. The boys step forward and she moves into position on her knees in front of them, their dicks standing out attention at her eye level. "I'm a lucky girl. You two don't disappoint. These are the first words she has said since the undressing started. Part of her being submissive is speaking when being spoken to, and Caleb and Jonas have done little of that as well. At this point, she wants to show her gratitude, as well as make the boys feel comfortable. She wants to give them a boost of confidence before they fuck her. Her hands reach forward to grasp both cocks Jonas in her left, Caleb in her right. Her red nails look sexy wrapped around their shafts, occasionally pressing into their skin. She strokes them slowly, staring up straight into their eyes. As if he wasn't hard enough, Jonas's rod jumps a little higher, her stare practically bringing him to the brink of climax. Something about her looking up as she works their shafts with both hands, it makes him almost shoot his load right then. Jonas looks down and sees that the wood floor between her legs has drops of liquid. He can't help but think how amazing her pussy is going to feel on his cock. She does an incredible job of jacking them off especially considering this is her first ambidextrous jerking adventure. She moves her hands up and down the shafts, rotating her wrists. Despite her abilities, she can only do so much with dry dicks. Suddenly, Kim pulls their cocks close together and places both tips in her mouth. It isn't big enough to fit both, but it doesn't have to. Jonas knows her game. He remembers what she said at lunch about making the guys touch tips. She is teasing them. Even though she's being submissive, she still has some power. They are visibly uncomfortable with the situation; this is exactly what they were worried about making things awkward. For a second, Caleb and Jonas reflexively move back, but Kim makes sure to give them a reason to stay. She wildly flails her tongue around their tips, and they occasionally slide against each other. She acts like she's doing it to lubricate them, but Jonas knows better than that. He sees that devilish smirk on her face, and knows she wants their dicks to touch. Then he realizes that it isn't just a selfish act, it's more than her messing with them. She's doing it to relieve some tension. After all, once your dick touches another guy's, anything else seems normal. Her trick works. The boys visibly loosen up as Kim stands up and continues to work their dicks with her hands. And even though he can't say it out loud, Jonas is grateful. He gives her a little wink that Caleb can't see, only breaking character for a second. Jonas then remembers his responsibility in fulfilling her fantasy and places his hand on her lower back, again, establishing his dominance. He motions for Caleb to sit on Kim's bed, and aggressively pulls her over and down to the floor in front of the bed. Kim's bed is massive; plenty of room for the fucking that is to come. Jonas sits down next to Caleb and Kim instinctively grabs their shafts. Jonas takes her head and presses it towards his lap. Her mouth opens to accept his cock. The boys sit on the bed and lean back onto their palms as Kim kneels in front of them and does her work. Her head bobs up and down on Jonas's rod, making it about ¾ of the way down. Jonas gasps as he feels her wet lips slide up and down his member. He has imagined what this would be like, but the feeling is more incredible than he could conceive. He has never felt this degree of pleasure before. And something tells him it will only get better. He tries to form a thought, to analyze what is taking place in front of him, but is unable to do so. His mind is hazy because his cock is submerged in a warm cavern of bliss. Looking down, the site of her sexy lips making a perfect "O" around the head of his penis turns him on even more. Incapable of forming a solid thought, he releases himself to natural instinct and begins to buck his hips toward Kim, fucking her mouth. She accepts the movement, meeting his advances, withdrawing when he does. Jonas is amazed at how instinctive it is for her. What's more, she is able to do so without making eye contact. She focuses solely on the hard rods in front of her, attentive of her work and also maintaining her submissive role. Jonas wants her to look up at him so badly. Her hand works on Caleb's dick but except for the tip, it is still too dry to work with, so she switches her mouth over to Caleb. At first Jonas misses the warmth of her mouth, but then she does something with her hand that makes him forget about the blowjob. When Kim moves her head between the boys, they take turns holding her hair back. Whoever is receiving takes the length of her hair into a fist, giving them leverage, and the ability to move her head as they please. Occasionally, one of them will get aggressive with her, forcing her down onto his cock and off again, moving her head as he pleases. Wanting to play the submissive role, she does not object, and accepts every forced push and pull. For the most part, though, the boys let her do all the work, recognizing that she apparently understands what they want better than they do. As Kim works on Caleb, making sure to get plenty of spit on his dick, the fingers on her left hand focus on the head of Jonas's. She moves the tip between each of her fingers, pulling them together like a pair of scissors and letting the cock head separate them. It feels incredible to Jonas and he just hopes he can hold out. She continues in a pattern, pinkie and ring finger, ring finger and middle, middle and index, index and thumb, then back again. As she makes the back and forth motion with her wrist, her bangle taps against Jonas's balls, adding an extra sensation. The lubrication from her spit allows her fingers to slip quickly along his dick, so she can move her hand rapidly. The moisture starts to wear out though, and she switches her mouth back to Jonas. She does her finger trick on Caleb, and he lets out a pleasure laugh that turns into a long moan. She's good. Jonas takes in the picture in front of him. A beautiful woman is on her knees, jacking off his friend, and sucking on him. And it is her fantasy. Even though Jonas loves what she had done with her fingers, she is a little more invested with the sucking this time. She runs her tongue in circles around his cock head before plunging her mouth down onto his member. Kim moves her hand up, meeting her mouth as it moves down. She continues in this fashion to cover every inch of flesh. She even bites into the head a little bit, smiling up at him, teeth shining white. She plays with the balls, licks from shaft to tip, and puts it into her cheeks. She knows how to work a cock. She alternates between Jonas and Caleb, each getting their fair share of her mouth. Jonas knows that Kim won't move to the next step unless he makes her. He reluctantly pulls her lips off of his shaft, and gets off the bed. He pulls her up onto the bed with little effort, and gives her slap on her ass that leaves a red hand print. He flips her over so she is face up and takes his place down by her pussy. He assumes that she is rested up by now from the last orgasm they gave her. She may want to be submissive but that doesn't mean she can't be pleasured. He trusts Caleb is smart enough to figure out what to do with his dick. Caleb is more than happy to put it in Kim's mouth, only this time, he will be straddling her and holding her hands down. He gives her a little tap against her cheek with his dick. By now he has caught on that Kim wants the boys to make her their sex toy. She sticks out her tongue as he dick slaps her, and then he taps it against her tongue, finally putting it in her mouth. He reaches forward and holds her hands against the headboard while he fucks her little mouth. Before, she decided the speed at which she sucked, but now he is in control. As Jonas is about to dive between Kim's legs, he looks up and sees his friends ass thrusting into Kim's mouth. He could've done without that image, but he is glad that the situation is less tense, and that his friend his having some fun. Personally, Jonas wants to taste some pussy. He has always enjoyed eating girls out and he is ready to work on Kim. He places his hands right on her lips, making her think he's going to start. But then he pulls his hands back towards her knees, pushing her legs apart to give him room for his head. He places his arms under her thighs and wraps them over the tops of her legs. He can control her better this way. He kisses along her inner thigh, moving slowly even though he wants to taste her so badly. He lets out a warm breath of air against her lips, just before pressing his mouth against them. As a reflex, she tries to pull her legs up toward her, but he keeps them clamped down. Kim's pussy tastes sweet, giving Jonas all the more reason to devour it. He focuses on her clit, drawing circles with his tongue, then sucking it into his mouth and rubbing it against the inside of his lower lip. She gasps for air, but can't, because her mouth has several inches of hard cock in it. "This is what she wants." Jonas thinks. He continues to work on her pussy, adding his fingers to the equation. While he licks Kim's clit, he buries three of his fingers deep in her cunt. He can see the pleasure sweep through her body as her limbs start to shake. He holds down her legs and pushes his tongue harder against her pussy lips. Kim can't take anymore and she traps Jonas's head between her thighs, holding him in place until he decides to slow down. She plunges her mouth as far down Caleb's shaft as she can. It's all she can do to keep herself still. She lets out an "Mmmmm" onto his rod, sending vibrations throughout it. This sends Caleb over the edge and he cums straight down her throat. Kim accepts it greedily, sucking Caleb until every last drop is extracted. She licks her lips then plants a kiss on his cock head. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 The boys can't recover as quickly as Kim, so Caleb takes over eating her out. Jonas knew just how far he could take it with Kim without her climaxing. She is out of breath now, and sweat glistens on her body. Jonas is going to let Caleb finish her off. This time, Jonas positions her so she is straddling Caleb's face, and leaning forward so she can take on Jonas's hard cock. Jonas has his back to the head board, and Caleb is on his back with his feet towards the foot of the bed. Kim begins riding Caleb's face like a cowgirl. Jonas sits on his butt with his feet planted on the bed, and separates his knees to give Kim access to his crotch. Surprisingly, she is able to keep her balance while leaning forward to take Jonas into her mouth. She times her movements perfectly, letting the forward motion of her grinding propel her onto Jonas's cock, and then back again. Occasionally, Caleb wiggles his tongue rapidly around her clit, and she has to stop all movement. Jonas relishes these moments. He wants absolute ecstasy for her, and the next best thing after providing it is watching it happen right in front of him. She continues, and stares deep into Jonas's eyes as she sucks on him. A muffled moan creeps out of the spaces between her lips and his dick. Caleb is about to take her to her limit. Jonas looks down between Kim's legs and watches Caleb work her pussy with his tongue. He alternates between the visual of his friend between her thighs and her mouth on his cock. The site of Kim grinding against Caleb's face turns Jonas on even further, and he places his hand on the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of hair. She starts to work at Jonas's shaft like a madwoman, letting her mouth and tongue cover every inch. As she pushes down as far as she can, he feels her teeth sink into his flesh only slightly. She lets out a low scream, which turns into a moan and back into a scream. She starts to shake and her legs give out. She falls forward, exhausted by ecstasy. Caleb rolls around staring at Kim and gives her a swat on the ass. The red outline that Jonas had made earlier is still slightly visible. Caleb looks up at Jonas, and they smirk at each other. They have already given her two orgasms, and they have yet to penetrate her pussy. The boys give her a moment to recover, but the show must go on. As Kim lies in front of them, trying to catch her breath, Jonas tries to decide what to do next. He watches her breasts rise and fall, just as they had after her first orgasm. He manages to pull his gaze away from her beautiful mounds long enough to make a move. Kim has already set out several condoms, ready to be used at any moment. Jonas reaches towards the end table for two of them, knowing what the next logical step in this sequence is. Kim snatches them from him and rips open the packaging. She places both in her mouth positioning them to meet the natural "O" shape of her lips. She lunges her head forward and takes in as much of Jonas's cock as she can, the condom rolling down along his shaft as the inches enter her mouth. She pulls her mouth off, leaving the rubber, and does the same with Caleb. For a moment, Jonas is dumbfounded by this incredibly sexy talent. Then he snaps out of it and figures out what he wants to do to her next. He wonders how she wants them to use her, when he sees her eyes dart to the corner of the bed for only a moment. He's not even sure it means anything, but when he looks at the corners of the bed, he notices something that he missed before. At the foot of the bed are two lengths of material and at the head, two small hooks protruding from either side. Jonas makes eye contact with Kim, and he instinctively knows what she wants. She said she wanted them to use her. What better way to do that than tying her down and having their way with her? He flips her on her back and pulls her wrists towards the head of the bead. The bangles are more than a sexy accessory now, as he maneuvers them around the hooks, preventing her from any arm movement beyond twisting her wrists. Caleb gets the idea and starts to tie down her right ankle. Jonas joins him and does the other. They double check to make sure she can't move. Jonas shakes with anticipation. This is far more exciting than he could have hoped for. Jonas had enjoyed the eye contact between he and Kim as she consumed his dick, and lusts for more. He gives Caleb the privilege of first fuck, and they take their positions above Kim. Caleb gets between her legs and presses his groin as low to the bed as possible. Jonas straddles her midsection, giving Caleb as much room as he can to thrust, and Caleb leans back, putting most of his power in his hips. Caleb grabs a hold of his shaft, slapping it against Kim's pussy. He uses his hand to keep control and rubs his tip around her lips. His cock head makes contact with her clit, and Caleb realizes this from the look on her face. He continues to rub in the same spot, and she tries to move herself onto his rod. She's tied down, so there is nothing she can do, but it is clear that she aches for his hard cock inside her. Judging by the tautness in her foot restraints, and the muscles of her arms and legs flexing, she is working hard to free herself and get what she wants. She can't move her entire body, so she tries the next best thing and tilts her pelvis up towards Caleb. This just rubs his dick tip against her pussy even more and exacerbates her frustration. Jonas can see from her eyes that she wants it so badly. He feels for her, and is about to tell Caleb to relieve her pain when he remembers his role in her fantasy. He allows Caleb to keep teasing her, until Caleb can't take it anymore himself. He presses his groin into hers, and his dick slips into place. She is soaking wet, and he has no problem moving in and out of her. Kim moans, not bothering to hide her immense pleasure. She had fun up to this point, but foreplay was just a stepping stone to this. Caleb starts out slow, only allowing himself to push half of him inside of her. But as he begins to find a rhythm that she seems to like, he picks up the pace, going faster and deeper. His balls slap against her ass and make a loud clapping noise. As Caleb thrusts into Kim, Jonas is mesmerized by her breasts. With every forward movement, they bounce up, and then come back to their normal position. An idea enters his mind. Jonas reaches down and takes a handful of each breast. He plays with them a little, squeezing them, pinching them. He leans down and takes one into his mouth, sucking deeply on the nipple, lightly nibbling on it between his teeth. He lets go, and takes his cock in one hand. He spits on it, making it nice and wet, and the rubber from the condom adds to the slipperiness. He taps the head against her nipples, not so much for pleasure as an act of ownership. He grabs Kim's breasts again and squeezes them together. He lets his dick drop from his hand down into her cleavage, pressing her tits even closer together so that they envelope his throbbing shaft. Kim's flinches and her eyes go wide as she witnesses Jonas's preparation for a titty fuck. It is something she has only seen in porn, and isn't expecting it. Jonas wants her to know that she's not the only one with surprises. Kim is excited by this new development. She likes to try new things and she is interested in how it will feel for her. Jonas thrusts in opposition to Caleb's movements into her, driving his penis forward like a sword whenever her breasts drop. He continues in this motion fucking her tits just as he would her pussy. Just like when she had sucked him off, Kim maintains eye contact the entire time. Whenever she does this, he feels locked in her gaze. As his dick rubs against her soft breasts, Jonas's eye catches something on the end table. Another piece of fabric like the ones they had tied Kim's legs with. As Kim looks up at him, he knows what he could use it for. He is a prisoner to her piercing eyes, and as much as he loves it, he knows that he has to take away her ability to see. To fulfill her fantasy, he has to take away the last bit of power that she has over him. He reaches for the blindfold and wraps it around her eyes. Now Jonas can only judge her emotions by her mouth and cheeks. He is surprised to see a moment of fear crossing her face, fearful of losing any control that she had of the situation. But the emotion is gone almost as quickly as it appears, and a wide wicked smile crosses her face. She is excited for what is to come. He makes rapid movements in front of her eyes to assure that it is on properly and that she sees nothing but black. He looks back at Caleb, and puts a finger to his lips, telling his friend to keep quiet. He wants their next move to be a surprise. He moves to the headboard and unhooks her bangles. He has to reposition her for what he has in mind. She'll feel the movement but nothing can be done about that. He pulls her up into a sitting position and motions for Caleb to lie where she just had. Caleb obliges, rubbing his dick as he gets comfortable. Jonas finds Kim playing with her pussy, unaware of what is going on. He has to smile. It is the only thing she can control anymore. Jonas looks at Caleb and makes a gesture, indicating what Caleb should do next. They nod at each other, and Jonas grabs Kim by her hips. He lifts her up and scoots her butt onto Caleb, sitting up with his dick against her backside, facing Jonas. Caleb pulls her down by the shoulder so that her back touches his chest and they are both lying down. Jonas kneels in front of Kim so that their groins are almost touching. The very second that Caleb can get the angle right, he plunges his cock into her ass, immediately followed by Jonas's in her pussy. She can't help but scream a little at the rapid movement into her holes, but that very quickly turns into a purr of pleasure. Jonas has a similar reaction to Kim, incredulous of how tight her pussy is. He has imagined fucking her many times before, but he never knew how amazing it would feel when his dick was deep inside her. It is as if the walls of her vagina instinctively clamp down on his shaft. Kim can't see a thing with the blindfold on, so she decides to release herself to the boys entirely. Kim's body visibly loosens up, and she gets comfortable laying down with her back against Caleb's chest. Being their first DP, Caleb and Jonas don't know the best rhythm to use. They try alternating in and out between them, as well as thrusting into her at the same moment. At times, Jonas feels his balls rub against Caleb's, but he doesn't care. He's fucking the girl of his dreams. He props himself up on his haunches to give himself a better angle, and to make less contact with Caleb. The boys pick up the pace, and they start to up the ante a little. They continue to pound their cocks into her, but let their hands do some work as well. Caleb grabs onto Kim's breasts and uses them as handles to help him thrust. He kisses and sucks on her neck, every available limb of his body is working hard to please her. Meanwhile, Jonas uses his left hand to help thrust, but then places his right hand by Kim's pussy. His dick is deep inside her, but he wants to work her clit as well. He starts to rub it, being gentle so as not to overload her senses. After all, she is already being fucked in her pussy and ass, having her breasts played with, and neck sucked on. Kim is overwhelmed by the stimulation of all her sensitive areas. Her breathing is audible, and it turns into a series of moans, indicating her approval. She gets into a regular movement, sliding her back against Caleb, moving up as they pull out, and down to meet their plunges. She lays her head next to Caleb's, placing her left hand on his left cheek and ear. The contact sends a tingling sensation throughout his face. Kim whispers in his ear as the boys pound their cocks into her. He can barely hear her but with every thrust she whispers, "Yes." and "Harder.", causing Caleb to pick things up and, in turn, Jonas. Kim's right hand finds its way between her legs, resting on Jonas's which is still working her clit. Electricity flows between their fingers, and their eyes meet. Kim's mouth hasn't closed once since receiving both cocks, and she appears to be in a constant state of bliss. Jonas and Kim both have two fingers on her clit, moving back and forth in perfect unison. Everyone present is attending to her body including Kim. The ecstasy is almost unbearable, but she loves every moment of it. Jonas decides to change up the position a little. He pulls out of Kim and has Caleb do the same. Jonas takes over where Caleb had just been, stroking his cock to keep it ready for Kim's warm cunt. He has Caleb flip Kim over so that her breasts point down towards his face. He is inches from them and if he sticks out his tongue he can tease her nipples a bit. The boys position her into a hybrid cowgirl/doggy style position, leaning forward over Jonas while giving Caleb access to her ass. She is more prepared for it this time, despite still not being able to see what is happening. The boys get back into their rhythm, thrusting into her until their balls stop them. Kim's hands are placed on either side of Jonas, and he takes this opportunity to suck her tits while his hands hold her for stability. He takes hold of biceps, helping her maintain her balance while also preventing her from moving them. He and Caleb will have complete dominance over her in this position. Caleb fucks her from behind and can't help but make some noise. "God you've got a nice, tight, little ass." He starts slapping it, leaving a new red mark with every hit. She moans increasingly louder with every impact , clearly enjoying her spanking. Caleb looks ahead and notices the material around her neck. He grabs onto it, and gently yanks her toward him. He uses enough force to display his dominance, but is careful not to hurt her. Kim is not expecting this and she lets out a quick gasp and then a moan of pleasure as her neck is pulled back towards Caleb. His arm now follows her spine and the collar gives him more leverage to fuck her. He uses it for all it's worth and begins smashing into her ass, continuing to spank her, harder every time. Caleb thinks back to the threesome porn he has watched and decides he wants to try something. He pulls his cock out and gets off the bed. Jonas sees this as a cue and lifts her off of the bed. Caleb moves to the wall and motions Jonas to bring Kim towards him, ass facing him, legs in the air. Jonas understands where he is going with this, and gladly submits. Jonas lifts Kim's legs up and makes them straddle his midsection, her crotch pressed close against him. Caleb assists with some of the weight, Caleb grabbing her by the ass and waist, and Jonas by the legs. Kim is completely at their mercy, suspended in the air with no sense of what is going on around her. Her heart beat picks up, unsure of what is about to happen. The boys make their move and begin fucking her in both holes. They lift her up, allowing gravity to do the rest of the work. She drops down onto them, forcing their cocks deep into her body. Her breasts bounce as they fuck her and Jonas leans in to suck on them. They get into a rhythm of her bouncing up and down on their cocks in midair. Both shafts simultaneously plunge into their respective holes, sending one massive surge through Kim's body. She lets her fear transform into pure pleasure as Jonas and Caleb hold her up to fuck her. Though Kim is small holding her up is taking its toll on their legs and arms. The boys pull out and Jonas takes her full weight and carries her back to the bed. He throws her onto the bed, and pulls her towards the edge, not hesitating to thrust his shaft into her mouth. As Jonas stand next to the bed getting a blowjob from Kim, Caleb gets on the bed and straddles her stomach. He saw that Jonas had tit fucked her before and he wants some of that action. Most of the day has been dedicated to Kim's pleasure, but now they are using her to work their cocks as they please. Jonas gets into a regular motion of thrusting his hips, getting his cock as deep as her mouth will allow. Caleb rests his member between Kim's breasts and she squeezes them together for him. He fucks the area between them as puts his hands down and pinches her nipples. Jonas begins to get aggressive with her, pulling her hair towards him and occasionally pulling out to slap Kim's check with his dick. Her entire upper body and face are completely surrounded by these men, and she couldn't move if she tried. She takes them on like a pro, sucking on Jonas with the skills she had displayed earlier while accepting Caleb between her mounds. She is getting quite a bit of Jonas's length, but her current position is restricting. Jonas wants to see how much she can take. Jonas pulls out and spins Kim with so that her head is draped over the side of the bed, Caleb rotating on top of her. Her head is positioned to allow Jonas's cock access to her throat. He shoves it in and releases an uncontrollable groin. It feels like he is fucking her pussy. Her throat is so tight, and he has to ease his way into it to prevent Kim from gagging. She takes the initiative and reaches up to grab his balls. Caleb continues to fuck her tits, holding them together himself. He occasionally spits on his penis to create lubrication in her cleavage. He enjoys watching the ripples that flow across her skin as he moves his hips backwards and forwards. Jonas gets deep into Kim's throat, to the point that her tongue is drawing wet circles around his balls. She massages them with one hand while the other reaches behind Jonas to grab his ass and pull him closer. What's left of his length sinks disappears past her lips. The boys' balls are both tensing up, and it won't be much longer. Jonas pulls out of Kim's mouth and Caleb flips her over and positions her onto all fours facing the top of her bed, burying his rod in her asshole. Caleb starts spanking her ass and pulling her collar back, bringing himself closer to cumming. Jonas moves to Kim's front and sits down. His dick is inches from her face, and he decides to remove the blindfold. He wants those eyes on him again. The second she gets oriented, Kim inhales his cock. She doesn't pull away her gaze, doesn't even blink. Caleb is fucking her from behind while she sucks on Jonas, every thrust pushing him farther down her throat. Jonas is so mesmerized that he lets Kim do all the work. He places his hands on her back to feel her skin, but doesn't have the focus to pull her in. Once or twice his hands find their way to her breasts which hang below her, swinging back and forth with Caleb's motions. Caleb lets out a low moan, and it's evident he's reached his limit. He pushes into Kim one last time, and then pulls his dick out, the condom slipping off. He then sprays a hot load onto her back side as he digs his fingertips into Kim's ass. The waves are so powerful that all of the cum lands up towards her left shoulder. Caleb plays with his dick and slaps it against Kim, making sure his balls are empty. He gives her one last slap on the ass, and positions his head between her legs again. He puts his mouth on her pussy and goes right to work. Fair is fair. Jonas remembers how much he liked spanking Kim, and moves to her back side for doggy style. Caleb, out of commission after his orgasm, moves towards her front and plays with her tits one last time. Jonas puts his cock into her tight cunt and immediately plunges it as deep as he can. He does what he saw Caleb do and grabs her collar. He makes sure to position his arm to avoid Caleb's spunk on Kim's backside. He fucks her ferociously, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. Her back arches, bringing her ass up into the air. Jonas smacks her ass cheeks as hard as he can, matching his swats with his thrusts. Between Caleb sucking her nipples and Jonas fucking her little pussy, Kim can't take it anymore. She lets out a high pitched scream as her entire body convulses. Jonas holds his position deep inside her, heightening her pleasure. As she comes down from her climax, she turns her head around. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 "Time to finish you off stud." It was out of character for her, but her fantasy had been fulfilled. Caleb leaves the room to clean himself up and shower. Jonas lies on the bed, Kim's head between his legs. This is exactly how he wants to finish this. Her eyes locked on his. She doesn't hesitate working his cock with her mouth and hands. She goes back to her finger trick, and even sucks on his balls while stroking his shaft. He never looks away, wanting his moment of climax to be heightened by her gaze. He looks at her body, taking in every beautiful inch. He considers everything that happened that day, and plays it all back in his head. He can't take it anymore. He puts his hand on the back of Kim's head and pushes his cock into her throat. She takes the cue and pushes all the way down until she is licking his balls. She flails her tongue around, as he shoots wave after wave of hot jizz down her throat. She holds firm, never breaking eye contact with him. It seems like the cum will never end, when he starts to come down from his orgasm. She slowly pulls off, making sure not to let any cum drip off his cock. She cleans it up real well, and he probably would have cum again from that if there were anything left in him. A sigh escapes her lips and she smiles, proud of the fine work she has done on her friend's cock. Kim gets up and sexily strides towards the bathroom to clean up. She passes Caleb and grabs his ass on the way out. "Nice work sexy" After a short period of rest, Caleb has to leave. They all exchange goodbyes, a visible spark among the three of them now. Jonas stays behind to help Kim clean up. The two of them have not gotten dressed yet, clothes being nothing but a formality at this point. As they move around the room they occasionally touch bare skin. "Well? Did I choose wisely? Did he meet your standards?" Kim nods, a grin crosses her face. "He knows how to please a woman, and his cock was fun to play with. He can come back whenever he wants." "So you approve?" She laughs. "Yeah, nice guy, but he came on my ass." "Is that bad?" Jonas knows different woman have different preferences for cum disposal. "It just makes a big mess. I'd rather just swallow it like I did with you. Just shoot it into my belly and be done with it." Jonas nods, glad that he hadn't given her a cum bath. Kim smiles at him and leaves the room to get them something to drink. His brain has difficulty processing what just happened. He had sex with his fantasy girl, participated in his first threesome, and made her his own sex toy. His mind races as Kim walks into the room, still naked from the afternoon's events. She hadn't toweled off completely and some drops of water glisten on her skin. "So what did you think?" She asks, leaning against the doorway, tits and pussy presented for his viewing pleasure. "It was...intense." He has difficulty finding the right words to explain. He looks over at the restraints on the bed and his neck snaps back to look at Kim. He thinks about their interaction in the bathroom earlier. She wanted him to make her his sex slave and he had done so. She knew that once they were in the heat of things, she couldn't tell him what to do he had to figure it out himself. She knows exactly what he is thinking by the look on his face. "Didn't I mention that another fantasy of mine is being submissive? No? It must have slipped my mind." She shrugs. Clearly the deception had been intentional. "I wanted it to be more natural. I couldn't just tell you what to do with me. You had to truly dominate me. I just helped a little bit." The restraints, the bangles, the collar, the blindfold. She had given him the tools to fulfill her fantasy, but he had to want to use them. "You left clues." He says. She smiles at him, and does a running dive onto the bed, her breasts bouncing on impact. "She is sexy even when she's adorable, or maybe the other way around." Jonas thinks. He didn't know what was bigger right now, his smile or his stiff cock. Jonas pulls her feet towards him and starts to rub them the same way he had done earlier. He presses his thumbs into the bottoms and pulls each toe individual. Kim closes her eyes and enjoys this different type of pleasure. Jonas's attempt to do something romantic doesn't hide the tent in his pants. Kim looks down at his obvious erection, and gives it a friendly squeeze. "I hope this bad boy is ready for more." His eyebrows go up, obviously unaware of her next scheme. She giggles at him. "I told you I wanted to try a threesome with another girl." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 "Thanks," she smiled. She dropped her hands behind her back and began to feel and rub his cock. "So is this," she said. Gavin continued to knead at her bra covered breasts. "Is this nice?" he murmured as he nuzzled her neck. "Ooh yes," she whispered. She could feel her vagina contracting, with each kiss on her very sensitive neck he would gently tweak her nipples, each throbbing contraction added to an itch that she was desperate to scratch. She brought one of her hands around to rest on his, "Please?" she said and pushed his hand down across her belly and onto the front of her cotton covered mound. He cupped her sex with his closed fingers and palm. He noticed that her breathing had noticeably increased in pace. He pressed his palm into the front of her crack, rubbing her clitoris hard. Irene immediately began to pant rapidly and loudly. He crooked his middle finger and pressed black cotton against the opening of her vagina. Irene exhaled a guttural growl followed by a deep intake of breath. Gavin removed his hand and turned a slightly unsteady Irene around. "Sit on a chair, I want to lick you," he said. "What?" "Please. Can I lick you?" "Where?" "I want to lick your cunt." "No one's ever, I mean, I haven't... are you sure you want....?." She had never had her fanny kissed? "Fucking hell, this is an emergency," he thought. He guided her to his own high backed black leather chair. He pushed her down to the seat. She looked up at him nervously expectant. He was in the driving seat now. He was on familiar ground. He was a good cunt licker. He could not bend down with his jeans on. His cock just would not allow it. "These will have to go," he said as he began undoing the button and the zip, he spread the jeans open and his cock sprang free, it felt a lot better. He pushed the denim off of his legs and stood up, "In for a penny," he thought and swiftly removed his T-shirt. For the second time in three hours he stood naked in front of a woman he had not even kissed until today. Irene watched as Gavin stripped in front of her. She let out a gasp when his penis sprang free. It was quite a bit bigger than either of her husbands and his foreskin was intact, all the men she had known had had the snip. She immediately decided that a foreskin made for a prettier penis. Now Gavins cock was bouncing free just inches from her face, she was mesmerized by its springy movement and the slight sway of his heavy ball sacks. She had not really seen it before when Paula had been gobbling it. As angry as she had been when she had seen that blond bitch mauling the object of her desire, she had taken the time to note that Paula could use some cock eating lessons. This was her chance to outshine that slut. Gavin was about to bend to his task when she reached out and took a firm hold of his balls. Gavin took a deep breath. She tugged on them and rippled them in her fingers. She squeezed them tightly but not painfully, then he felt her extend her middle finger under his scrotum and she pushed its tip firmly back towards his anus. Gavins breathing became shallow. He liked this. After a few probing taps with the end of her finger, it alighted dead centre on his brown star. Irene new it would hurt to continue with no lubrication, so instead she rubbed her finger tip around in tiny circular movements. She then used her other hand to firmly grasp his cock. He liked this a lot. Irene leaned forward until her lips were almost touching his cock, then she spat on it, once, twice, three times. Gavin had not expected that, but he liked it. Irene had not realised that the extra lubrication was not really needed with a foreskin in place. The cock in her firm grasp pulsed. She new that if she pumped it now he would cum, instead she gently blew on the head. Wet from her saliva, the cool air passing over the tip of his penis felt fantastic. Gavin liked this too. He closed his eyes. Irene, had started out meaning for him to get her off first, that was the whole point, her lousy husbands never thought of her at all, her orgasms were all battery powered, but in her dreams it had always been Gavin slipping in and out of her arse, flooding her bowls with pint after pint of thick white spunk. Now that they were here making out, she realised that after the past few hours he'd had, there was no way he'd last more than a couple of strokes. Better to get the first cum out of the way then take it easy for the second. Besides one of her recurring fantasies had been to demonstrate to him what a good cock sucker she was and have him feed mouthfuls of sweet tasting sperm to her, he would then be so grateful he'd freely give in to her demands for arse fucking. Irene liked bums, she did not know why, but she did. She liked the fact that it was so rude, so naughty, so intimate, far more intimate than a cock or a cunt. Her husbands did no like intimacy, they liked using her body more like an aid to masturbation than anything. Neither gave any thought to her pleasure. Irene stopped blowing on his cock, she used her hand to fully pull back his foreskin and at the same time sucked his cock head into her mouth. She was sucking hard, her fingers were pulsing on his shaft, and her other hand was still squeezing his balls, her finger still tapping his anus. "Jesus! Oh FUCK!" Gavin liked this. Irene started to twirl her tongue around his penis end, in the same way she had when her tongue had been in his mouth; still she maintained the sucking. Gavin grabbed her head with both hands, he tried to thrust his cock deeper into her mouth, he tried to force her head further onto his cock, but neither worked because of her grip on his shaft. His hips convulsed desperate to fuck her throat, he was already way past the point of no return, the orgasm that had been building on and off for the past three and a half hours was an unstoppable juggernaut. Gavin was shouting "Take it you dirty fucking cocksucker cunt bitch," he was aware that he was tugging her hair hard, he hoped it was hurting, he was even considering hitting the side of her head, why wouldn't she let him in deeper he needed to sink it deeper, he thrust his hips and pulled her head simultaneously. Irene relented, she released his shaft and swallowed the full seven inches of his penis as he violently thrust against her face, at the same time she pushed her finger deep into his arse hole ... and wiggled it. Gavin spewed sperm through his cock, it pumped through his organ and into her throat, it pumped and pumped and pumped. "AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaah." It was the longest and strongest orgasm he could ever remember having. He was shaking all over and his body had become hyper sensitive. He was aware of releasing Irenes hair from his grasp and his soft cock flopping from her lips. He felt a tingling, burning sensation as she pulled her long dry finger from his anus. Regaining his composure a little he said, "I need to sit down." She stood and he sat. He suddenly felt a wave of affection for her, or was it gratitude? Anyway he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to sit across his lap. He looked at her hair, "I'm really sorry, did I hurt you?" he was aware that he had pulled out at least a few strands. "I've had worse," she said, and meant it. "I said some things, I didn't mean them, I just..." he was embarrassed by what he had shouted. "I know, it's OK, don't worry about it... really." Irene was picking a hair from her tongue it was one of his, "You taste of mild onions," she said. "Some things never change," he thought gloomily. "It's nice. I really like it. My husband tastes of stale socks or something it's disgusting." He gave her a tight loving squeeze. "Will you fuck me now?" she asked. "Now? ...I doubt my cock will ever get hard again after that cum." If he had been at home he would have been asleep by now. "Just give me a minute to rest and then I'll do you, I promise." Being a man, he had of course lost all interest in her about half a second after his orgasm, but he knew his duty, he certainly owed her one. What a strange day this was turning out to be. He thought of Paula, his wife and Irene here, given the choice which one would he most want to be alone with right now? He surprised himself with the answer of 'Irene'. After the orgasm she had just given him; the fact that they had most of the afternoon to fool around; the fact that she was still wearing the lingerie; the fact that he had yet to see any of her rude bits; the fact that she had offered anal sex; the fact that he had known her for all those years without really knowing her at all; the fact that she was playing with his cock. He put his hand on hers, to stop her playing with his shrunken little friend. "Please not yet," he said "it's still too sensitive." The fact was that Irene was as horny as hell. She had been frustrated before now she was in the same state as he had been in a few minutes earlier. She looked down at her own chest then with both hands unclasped the catch between her boobs, the bra fell open and two very long perky brown nipples popped into view. She shuffled the bra from her arms and tossed it on the back of the chair. "They're brown," said Gavin, his cock twitched and his brain wondered why he'd told her that. He fondled her tits. They were firm they hardly sagged at all and the nipples were pointing upwards, they were small, but then he did not especially like big tits. He pinched her nipples. Irene drew a sharp breath. After a few minutes of simply playing with her tits Gavin realised that Irene was really getting into it. "I'd better do my job," he thought, as his cock was beginning to show slight signs of recovery. He leaned his head down and towards her breast and took a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it and ran his tongue up, and around it. Irene dug her long nails into his arm and thigh. Gavin put his left hand on the bare skinned area between stocking and knickers of her slender left thigh, he gently squeezed and pushed his hand deeper and higher to rest on her inner thigh just below her cotton covered love box. Gavin could feel the heat radiating from her cunt on the back of his fingers. Irene made a little grunt and lifted her right leg clear, stretching the black cotton fabric of her knickers tight against her cunt. Gavin released her rubbery brown nipple from his mouth and moved his head slightly so that he could clearly see her crotch. The area of cloth covering her pubic mound was uneven and springy looking she obviously had quite a thick bush of hair there, the gusset of her knickers undulated with the folds of her cunt, but either side of that was she had hair, black pubic hair that her knickers did not cover. Irene had a very hairy fanny. Gavins cock gave an approving little pulse, it liked hairy fannies. His wife had always trimmed her sparse cunt hair short on top bare underneath. It was not so much he had a preference; bald, trimmed or hairy they were all good, but it was the variety he missed. He could not wait, he slipped his fingers under her gusset and gently stoked her crotch, his hand was actually shaking, this was the first new cunt he had felt in over twenty years, he barely touched her actual cunt he just very gently patted the bed of fine hair she had down there. Irene held her breath. How she had ached for him to rub her cunt, she wanted his long fingers in her, she wanted him flicking her clit, she was so fucking horny she needed to cum. Irene shoved her hips forward to increase the contact with his fingers. Gavin thought, "OK. I'll give her the works." He shuffled out from under her leaving her in the chair with a confused and pleading look on her face. "Take off your knickers Irene," he commanded. If there was a record, then Irene broke it. She passed the knickers to his outstretched hand. Gavin felt their warmth, he remembered Irene had actually sniffed his boxers earlier on, so he figured she may get a kick out of seeing him do hers. He lifted the tiny black garment to his face and inhaled deeply. Irene looked on approvingly. The overriding scent was sweat, it took him by surprise, it was quite acrid. He was too much of a gentleman to show any sort of disapproval. Undaunted he looked down at her in the chair she had her stocking covered legs loosely together. She was looking up at him with a pleading look in her eyes, there were a few beads of perspiration on her chest, which was steadily rising and falling, the triangle of hair that covered her mound was thick, curly, almost black and covered most of her groin. "She doesn't own a razor," he thought. Using her knees for support, Gavin knelt down in front of her. His cock was now just limp instead of shrivelled. Irene stared intently at him a feeling of pure and simple lust spreading through her entire body. No one had ever done to her what she believed he was about to do. Her husbands had never been interested in pleasing her and besides they said eating out a woman was demeaning. Irene had tried her own taste by licking her juice laden fingers many years ago, frankly she didn't find it all that appealing. She could never understand why so many women claimed to be "bi-curious," as far as she was concerned feeling another woman would be slimy and as for licking? it wouldn't taste very nice, although she had to admit she would have liked to feel another pair of tits, big ones, just to see what it was like. So in Irenes eyes Gavin was about to sacrifice himself to do her a huge and unexpected service that she had not even dreamed of him doing for her, this went beyond her fantasies. Having smelled the knickers, Gavin would agree with her about the sacrifice. Her smell was definitely not appealing, but he was determined to give her a earth shattering climax that would have her screaming, and that would involve his tongue and her cunt. He looked down at the tangled triangular mat of black hair before him, and firmly pushed her knees apart. Irene herself leaned forward a little and grasped her legs behind her knees and then sat back pulling them up towards her shoulders, they splayed wide apart. Her cunt blossomed wide before him. The thick black hair continued from her groin all the way down between her legs to her tightly puckered arse hole. Her crinkled cunt lips were engorged and were dark brown like her nipples, but her exposed crack flashed deep dark pink, he could see the opening to her vagina just in front of a little ridge of brown skin leading to her hairy arse hole. her clitoris remained hooded but clearly visible at the top of he crack it too was surrounded by thick curly black hair. The hair all but obscured her otherwise very pale white skin. "Gorilla's pussy," he thought. "Pardon?," said Irene. Damn, he'd done it again, "You've got a little pussy," he piped, "good save," he thought. It was also true Irenes small frame extended to her cunt, the lips were small, it looked tight and juicy. He had wondered about lubrication, she was well over fifty after all, but It did not look like being a problem. Gavin extended his index finger and placed it at the entrance to her vagina, she was hot down there, and there were actually small drops of moisture clinging to the ends of some of her hairs, like dew on grass. He pushed his finger into her cunt, it slipped in very easily. Irene moaned a sigh of great satisfaction as if to say "finally." Her cunt walls gripped his finger, Gavin was surprised at how tight around just one finger she was and at how hot it was in there. He withdrew his finger. To be honest he was actually testing the water a bit, he wanted to sniff and taste his finger to see quite literally, what he was getting into here. He looked at Irene she was staring back at him with total burning lust in her eyes. "Bugger. Why doesn't she ever close her eyes," he thought. If he did a sexy finger taste and sniff in front of her and then didn't pile into the meat feast laid out in front of him then she would probably be offended. He could hardly say, "Irene, your twat stinks so I'll pass if you don't mind." "I'll close you're eyes," he thought and placed the palm of his hand on her mound and began to gently rub the brown hood of her clitoris, he gently rubbed the hood back and forth uncovering the sensitive little gem inside. Irene closed her eyes, she threw her head back violently and gave long "oooooo," it was reminiscent of a wolf howling. She let go of her legs, which stayed up by themselves, her hands moved to her tits and began to tug violently at the rock hard nipples. Gavin continued to rub, he had forgotten his smelly finger. He was transfixed by the sight of his prim and proper business partner of many years in the animalistic throws of sexual rampancy, spread out before him so totally open. Gavins cock was poking him in the stomach. He looked down at it and gave it a little tug, "welcome back, that didn't take long," he thought. Now he had options. He really wanted to jam his newly replenished tool into the winking little anus of the woman writhing in front of him. He knew she wouldn't stop him. He could of course just jab it into her cunt right now, by the way she was moaning right now, he was pretty sure she'd get off on that. He continued to rub and her bean, he released his own hard member and remembered his finger. He decided to get it wet again. Palm side up he pointed his index and middle fingers at her opening she was dripping wet. He inserted his fingers just past her inner lips and moved them around rapidly in little circles, this produced a loud sloppy squelching sound. Irene began howling again. He jammed his fingers in as far as they would go, he could feel her cervix. Irene, bucked in the seat, the silky walls of her cunt clenched forcing his fingers to twist around each other. Her right hand released the tit it had been trying to tear off. She then put her middle finger to her nose and sniffed, then licked, then sucked it deep into her mouth. Gavin understood the significance. That finger had been deep up his arse half an hour ago. "God! The dirty bitch" he thought. He had a sudden and overwhelming urge to get dirty too. He pulled his fingers from her cunt and moved both hands to the back of her thighs to keep them up in the air, he plunged his face into her furry slime slit. He sniffed deep at the pungent mixture coating Irenes fanny, it was not pleasant but that was the point, it was dirty and therefore a turn on. The sweaty stench of her cunt made his prick throb. Gavin stuck his tongue out into her wet cunt hole and rapidly wiggled the tip from side to side, then keeping his tongue rigid moved his head in ever broadening strokes to lick from cunt to clitoris. Irene was screaming something, he could not tell what because she had clamped her thighs around his head and was bucking, thrusting her cunt at his face, now she was reaching forward with her arms and was pulling his head into her grinding cunt. Gavin could no longer breathe but still he held his tongue out while she lashed her hips back and forth wildly humping his face. Suddenly she stopped, she went rigid and twitched for a few moments and then her legs relaxed their grip a little, she flopped back in the chair and her calves came to rest on his naked back. Gavin nudged his head free of her legs and came up for air, he was very hot and sweat was running down his face. His mouth was in line with her clitoris it was glistening with juices and his saliva. He pressed a little kiss on it. Now he was going to fuck her. "Christ!, Irene my darling, I think you needed that one," he said, "but now I'm in need of a little relief myself," he gave his cock a couple of tugs. He kissed her cunt one more time then shuffled himself free of her legs. Irene lay sprawled out he back and arms on the chair, but her arse and legs were nearly on the floor. Gavin smiled at her naked form, she just lay there her head lolled to one side. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 02 "Irene?... Irene?" He touched her jowly cheek and turned her head. It flopped to the other side. He was not worried, he could plainly see she was breathing and she had a half smile on her face, in fact she looked younger now than he could ever remember her looking. Irene had fainted. "Fucking hell. I must be bloody good, women pass out when I do them," he joked aloud to himself. He was worried that the chair might slip from under her so he decided to lower her fully to the floor. That was not difficult, she weighed practically nothing. He noticed her knickers had managed to end up on the chair seat behind her, "Mine, I think," and popped them in his desk drawer. Well this was weird. Here he was, standing bullock naked over the unconscious nude body of a fifty five year old Scottish woman. Bizarrely enough he had a feeling of déjà vu. He knew why. Many years ago when he was a young boy he had a fantasy about finding a sleeping or unconscious girl, it was usually Amanda, one of his elder sister's friends. There would be no danger of her waking up so he got to do whatever he wanted to her. He figured they would have to be unconscious because they wouldn't want to do the things he was dreaming of, as he grew up he learned that not only did they want to do those things but there were a lot of other things they wanted to do too, and it was more fun when they were awake. That fantasy came into his head like it was yesterday and made his cock ache with the thought of all the wanked orgasms it had given him. "Well here's your unconscious woman," he thought "she's even naked, that saves a job." He looked down at the peaceful frame between his legs, her tits had flattened a bit and spread to her sides but her nipples were still erect, her tight curly black bush was glistening with moisture. He was slowly pulling on his cock. He really could do with another cum. "Should I wank on her? I'd love to squirt cum on a woman's face," he thought. He thought about sticking it in her cunt but humping an unconscious woman would be too sad even for him. If this had been his wife he would have his cock up her arse right now, and he seriously considered rolling her over and taking his anal sex score to one, but she'd told him she wanted that herself and it would be a lot more fun if she was actually awake at the time." "Irene... Irene," he called, he tried shaking her, she was well out of it. "A wank it is then," he said to his cock. He knelt down next to her, he had decided to take his time about this, and he would play with her bits while he pumped his cock. Then it occurred to him, I'll sit on her face he thought, he had always wanted his arse licking but there was no way his wife was ever going to do that, Irenes finger was the first digit that didn't belong to him to even touch his arse let alone enter it. He straddled her head and used his hands to hold it steady as he carefully lined up her nose with his arse hole. "Bulls eye," he thought. He could feel her breath on his anus it was very pleasant but not the same as if she was awake, he rubbed his puckered star on her nose quite firmly. "This would make a hell of a photo," he laughed to himself. Bingo! He spent the next twenty minutes propping Irenes unconscious form into every imaginable pose while he snapped frame after frame with his Canon G5 digital. Irene began to stir. She woke up more or less instantly, but was very confused, "where am I?" she thought. She finally figured out that she was on her knees, her arse in the air, her shoulders were bent to touch the floor and her head twisted flat the carpet. In future Gavin would refer to it as the trussed turkey picture, but right now he had some explaining to do. He quickly put his camera in the same drawer as the knickers he had just hidden. "You passed out, so I put you in the recovery position," he bluffed. She was standing up now. "That wasn't the recovery position," she complained while rolling her head in full circles to chase out the crick in her neck. "How long was I asleep?" "OK; two choices here," he thought. "About three minutes." Or alternatively "You were unconscious for at least half an hour, I considered shagging you but ended up sticking your nose up my arse, then I took half a gigabyte of pornographic pictures of your helpless body, your going to love the close ups of the matted hair on your fanny." "About three minutes," he said. Only three minutes? Irene felt it had been longer, she eyed him suspiciously, then it dawned on her and she felt between her legs, she was checking for spunk. If that had been her husband here she would not have put it past him to fuck her while she was unconscious. Of course Gavin would not do anything like that, and she instantly regretted the mistrust that caused her to check her cunt for evidence. The last thing she remembered was a wave of earth shattering orgasms exploding deep inside her, she had never experienced anything like it. He had been eating her out, that was a first for her and she could not believe how good it felt. Gavin was wondering what to do next, he wanted a shag, a quickie would do. "Bend over the desk and in I go," he thought. He also knew that Irene had been out for at least half an hour so she had probably gone off the boil a bit, plus he was feeling a little guilty for his impromptu photo shoot. Irene was sniffing the air, "can you smell something?" she asked. "Like what?" he replied. "Like ... poo?" she said, scratching her nose. "Nope" he said. Guilt level ten and rising. As all adulterers know, guilt and cock rigidity are inversely proportional. He found his boxers and slipped them on. "Have you got my socks?" he asked. "They're on my desk" she replied. From the comfort of a chair she watched him get dressed. She was hoping he would talk to her about how he was feeling towards her and when they could get together again. "I think I've got my camera here somewhere, if I can find it could I take a couple of pictures of you?" "What? Like this? Not a chance? I'm not having my withered old frame ogled at all over the internet." "The internet? Now that's a thought," he said under his breath. "Have you seen my knickers?" "No." It was late, and he should have set off home by now, but he still had work to do, he should text Paula to see what had happened to her daughter and he had promised to call at the shop to get some food. The petty outside world rushed back into his brain, mundane trivia crowding out and confusing his thoughts of tight jeans, brown nipples, suspender belts and hairy cunts. He finished dressing. "Irene, I'm sorry darling but I really do have to get back to that job, we'll talk on Monday." Irene was still sat in the chair in nothing but her shoes and stockings, she looked a little crest fallen when it became obvious he was just going back to work. "What about tomorrow?" she asked. "Tomorrow, Elaine is taking the girls to her mothers to help with some gardening. I get the house to myself for once, That hardly ever happens, so I like to make the most of it." "Perfect." thought Irene. "Bugger!" thought Gavin. He should not have told her that. He did not want Irene anywhere near his house, and he genuinely wanted the time to himself to get his head around today's events. His cock felt it should have a say in what it wanted to do tomorrow, it gave a little throb, as it watched Irene putting her bra on. "He could look at her pictures while he sniffed her knickers," he told it. "There's a Grand Prix on and Liverpool v Chelsea is on Sky, I can't miss them," he said. "Oh? That will be good." She lied. "I can't find my knickers. Can you see them anywhere?" "Actually Irene, I'd like to keep them in case I decide not to see you again. I can use them as a wank aid. "Maybe not," he thought, but he was not going to give up on the sweaty gusset just yet. "No, but I'll have a really good look once you've gone. Don't worry nobody's going to find them." Irene looked at her watch, it was much later than she had thought. "Time flies when you're having your cunt licked." she smirked to herself. She really was late though and her son would be grumbling. "OK. But be sure to find them," she fastened the middle button of her blouse. Gavin looked at his partner bending over to pick up her skirt, her bare arse peeking out from under her pure white cotton blouse and framed by her suspenders and stockings, he could clearly see long strands of dark hair poking out around her protruding labia. "Now that would be a good picture," he said. Irene gave a girlish giggle, she was embarrassed by the compliment. She had never been overly attractive and she new it, it was stupid to think any other way. So on the very rare occasions she had received a compliment about her appearance then she new they were just being kind. Gavin was not being kind and he was not looking at her face. The view had confirmed his desire for another round with her. He did not particularly want to kiss her but felt he should at least give her a cuddle. He embraced her and she rested her head on his chest, he gave the top of her head a little peck. "I love you," she offered. The words hung in the air before kicking him in the crotch. "What the fuck do I say now?" his cock asked his brain. "I dunno" his brain replied... Out loud. "Pardon?" whispered Irene. "I don't know how I feel. It's all been a bit sudden. But I do know I'd like to do this again. Let's talk on Monday." The truth was enough to satisfy her and she raised her head, closed her eyes and puckered her lips. He in turn looked down at her at her moist expectant lips and thought, "Badger chewing a wasp." He kissed her forehead and released her from his grip. He headed out of the office to carry on with his pots. Irene, feeling only slightly deflated, put her skirt and glasses back on, and car keys in hand left the building calling out "Bye bye, I love youuuuu." "Yeah, right, that'll happen," he muttered under his breath. He carried on working for a few minutes, he knew there was a lot to finish and his mind was everywhere but on the job so he gave up and resigned himself to coming back tomorrow. An early start would get him home in time for the Grand Prix. He switched the factory lights of, gathered up his camera and newly acquired underwear, and as a last thought he retrieved Paulas vest and bra from behind Irenes desk where she had secreted it. He looked at the bra and felt a huge hit of affection for Paula and guilt about what he had just done. He held the bra to his nose and inhaled deeply, it smelled sweet and feminine, it smelled of Paula and he wished it had been her getting him off. His brain made the comparison with his sniffing of Irenes knickers, he told his brain to stop reminding him. Her vest he put in his drawer. He wanted to keep the bra. He put the bra in a separate pocket to the knickers it just did not seem right putting them together. His lust had switched from dirty Irene to sexy Paula like a train switching tracks. Never the less he would enjoy looking through the pictures tonight. His mobile rang as he climbed into his car. It was a text from Paula. "OK to talk?" it said. "Yes" he answered. A moment later the phone rang again. He answered it. "Gav are you OK, where are you, did you remember my clothes, I'm sorry I ...." "Paula. Slow down darling. I'm just leaving to go home. I'm fine, your bra is fine in fact it's in my pocket and just thinking about it is giving me a stiffy. How's Fionna?" "She fell off of her shoes and broke her wrist. She'll be in a cast for a while, they're letting her home later today. I'm sorry I left you frustrated. I promise never to do that again. How was Irene after I went, did she suspect anything?" That was the big one. What should he tell her? Should he tell her anything? He could not face that right now. "No, she didn't suspect anything." He did not want to lie to Paula, he imagined good fuck buddies having no secrets. The statement was at least true, but he knew it was very misleading. "I told you it would be OK. I wish I could was there with you. All I could think about on the way to the hospital was how much I wanted your cock inside me. It made me all gooey just thinking about it." Gavins cock punched the air. "What about the job? Did you get it finished?" Gavin knew that there had been plenty of time to finish the job since Paula had left, "I had to break off to help Irene do something"; he cringed. "I'll be back in the morning to finish it." "Would you like me to help? I can come down in the morning. Greg, (her husband) can look after Fionna." He had not considered tomorrow, he was genuinely looking forward to an afternoon watching his sports. His brain quickly weighed Paula against football and formula one, the sports were shy a few tonnes. "I would love for you to come, but not to help me with the work. If I make an early start I should be done by ten o'clock. How about you come down then?" "I'd love to, and just so you are in no doubt; I do intend to fuck you till you beg for mercy." "I'm not going to sleep tonight," he said. "Neither will I," she replied, and hung up. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 03 Gavin drove home, remembering to call in at the shop to get pizzas. Reaching home he noticed that three of the four bicycles were missing from their rack, his family had gone for a ride. "Good," he thought, he unlocked the door, put the pizzas on the kitchen table and went upstairs to his computer room. He quickly found a hiding place for his cache of underwear at the back of a drawer. He set his pictures downloading to his computer. "The perfect crime," he thought and went back downstairs. He made himself some coffee then sat to watch TV for a while. He instantly dozed off. "Gaaaaaviiin... Gaaviin...Gavin." He woke up, he knew it was his wife's voice calling him, he was just not too sure who Gavin was. "Pizza," she said. He opened his eyes and pulled himself up in the chair. She handed him a tray, containing a knife and fork and a plate of pizza." She herself had one which she took to the sofa. "Thank you," he was confused, "what time is it?" "Half past nine, the girls are in bed." "I'm sorry. I just fell asleep." He had been asleep for several hours, he knew that much. "Paula!" he remembered aloud. "What about her?" "Irene!" he remembered aloud. "What are you on about?" "Sorry, I said Paula but meant Irene. Irene came in to work today." "Is that unusual or something?" "It is for a Saturday." OK he knew who he was and what he had been doing and it was time to change the subject. "Would you like some wine with this?" he asked. "OK" she replied. The evening then followed the same course as hundreds of previous evenings, Elaine stretched out on the sofa and fell asleep, and she was soon doing one of her large repertoire of snores. Tonight she had selected 'the intermittent lip blow', that one that really annoyed him. He suddenly remembered his camera. He had left it downloading. He was not concerned that Elaine or the girls would have seen anything; they knew not to mess with the stuff in his computer room. He went upstairs. He opened his picture browser, had he really taken one hundred and nineteen of them? After just a couple of minutes looking, his cock was like iron. He zoomed in and out of Irenes cunt, her nipples, her arse; he had even taken a couple of the inside of her mouth. The same mouth that he had filled with his onion flavoured jizz. He rubbed his cock through his jeans, a quick wank before bed he thought. He opened his 'knicker drawer' and retrieved Irenes pants. He examined them on the outside; he opened them and looked at the thin black strip of cloth that she had worn against her apparently sweaty cunt for so many hours. The gusset had a greyish white stain on it. He lifted it to his nose; closed his eyes and sniffed. In his minds eye, Irenes cunt was again before him. He opened his eyes and there it was on the screen. He undid his zip and let his cock loose. He began a steady rhythmic pumping with his right fist. It did not take long before he was ready to shoot what would be only his second load of the day. He was pumping with his right hand and holding the stained gusset over his nose with his left, he dropped the knickers into the open drawer, not wanting to get spunk on them. "You left me sleeping downstairs," complained Elaine, as she pushed open the door. Gavin instantly banged the drawer shut, and pulled his T-shirt down over the top of his prick. If his cock could cry, it would have been inconsolable right now. "Pardon darling?" he said trying to sound nonchalant. He stood up trying to mask the screen with his body; he did not want Elaine thinking he was downloading internet porn or something, really the very idea. She was in the room, looking sleepy, she stretched her arms out "I'm going to bed"; she yawned. As she turned to leave she was confronted with a perfect image of the screen reflected in the mirror on the opposite wall. "What are you looking at? Is that an animal?" The picture currently on the screen was a close up of Irenes upturned bum showing her protruding brown cunt lips below her brown wrinkled bum hole, it was of course surrounded by her glistening black curly cunt hair. "It's a type of beaver, if that's what you mean." He tried to usher her out of the room, but stopped short when he felt his T-shirt riding up to uncover his cock. Elaine ducked around him to stand directly in front of the screen. "Is that a woman?" she asked. Even in his slightly panicky state, it occurred to Gavin that his wife of over twenty-one years should not have to ask that question. "Of course it's a woman." He said. Having spent a memorable part of the afternoon with his face planted in it, he felt she was impugning his sexuality in some way. He managed to pop his penis back inside his jeans unseen. "I can see what it's a picture of, it's just so hairy. I thought it might be a monkey or something." Having cleared up what it was that he was looking at, she was going to ask the obvious follow up. He had already decided on "I clicked on it by accident." "Have you got any more?" she asked, sitting down in the vacant seat. "I clicked on it by..." hold on that was not right. "More?" he said failing to hide the surprise in his voice. "I've never seen such a hairy one it's quite amazing." Elaine did not know one end of a computer from the other, as far as she was concerned she was looking at the interweb thing, she did however know what 'next', 'previous' and 'slideshow' meant and it was next that she clicked on. Same shot from a slightly different angle. Gavin had his hand across his eyes, he dare not look; "not her face, not her face, not her face," he kept repeating to himself. He was desperately trying to think what the next shot was. He simply could not remember. Click....Next.... Clitoris Click .... Next.... Pubes and suspenders. Click..... Next.... Tits. Gavin could not stand this. Elaine was blissfully ignorant that she was playing Russian roulette with their marriage. Gavin could not let this continue, but at the same time he was quite intrigued as to what Elaine was doing. Browsing porn was not something she did. He had to get her away from the computer. "I thought you were tired," he said. Click..... Next... Nipple. "She has very brown nipples, do you like them?" "They're very nice," he said. "Nicer than mine?" "No of course not" "I think they're nicer than mine, I wish my nipples were darker." He suddenly remembered what the next shot was. He knelt down beside her, "Your nipples are fine." He placed his hand on her hand to prevent her clicking next; he knew for sure there was a bullet in the next chamber. "Just go back a bit I want to show you something," he was trying to keep the panic from his voice. He moved their hands to 'previous' and managed three clicks. Clitoris. She looked at the screen, and then at him. "You want to show me another womans clitoris?" He was out of ideas, the ground should have opened up and taken him ages ago. "Yes" he said. She looked at the screen, then at him, then back at the screen. "Actually I see what you mean," she said. "Do you?" "Pleeeeease tell me what I mean." he thought. "All that hair does add an air of mystery, of course I'm just not that hairy but I think I'll give it a go and let mine grow a bit." "Thank you God." he silently sobbed. She pulled his face to hers and gave him a little peck on the lips. "What's that smell?" she asked. Instantly he knew exactly what it was, what a fucking twat he was. He pulled away from her. "Irenes dried on fanny cream," he rejected as a sensible response. "What smell?" "I don't know, your face smells of..." she pulled his face close again and with her nose touching his upper lip, she inhaled deeply. "Kill me now," he thought, "It's a sweaty, fishy sort of smell." Here goes he thought. "I just haven't had a shower yet, so I probably am quite sweaty, and we are trying out a new cleaning agent on the kiln and I accidentally wiped the rag on my face." It was the best he could do, take it or leave it. "I really like it" she said, inhaling again, over his shoulder she looked at Irenes blown up fanny and sniffed at it again. "Thank fuck for that" he thought. He nuzzled Elaine into a kiss, no more bloody awkward questions he thought. Behind him the programme having been untouched for a few minutes went into slideshow mode. Elaine was suddenly feeling very horny, she had drunk some wine, she had a relaxing snooze, she was unusually fascinated by the unknown womans body parts being shown to her, her husband was being quite attentive, and that smell was a real turn on. Gavin was obviously getting randy; she opened her mouth wider as she felt his tongue invade her mouth. She kept watching the screen behind him; she could not take her eyes off it. Gavin fondled her more than ample 38d breasts, unaware that behind him the slideshow continued. Clitoris .......Pubes and suspenders ...... Tits ......Nipple...... "Come to bed" he said. She was more than ready. "OK." They stood up. Gavin once more obscured the screen. ...... Irenes Face ...... Irene as a Trussed Turkey ..... Irene .....Irene ..... Irene. Gavin led his wife away from the loaded gun and towards the door, bed and safety. "Was that a turkey?" "Yes." A couple of small bedside lamps lighted the bedroom; Elaine began to get undressed, pulling her woollen top off over her head. "I'm going for a shower," he finally decided that it would be a good idea to wash his body clean of the scents of the two women he had been naked with today. If he was going to be an adulterer, he was going to have to be a lot more careful in future. "You don't have to on my account," said Elaine. Gavin raised an eyebrow at that one. It was the same as her saying "don't wash off the smell." They both knew they were about to make love, Elaine had decided she would rather he smelled the way he did. What she did not know was that he smelled of a liberal spread of Irenes fanny juice. "I stink" he complained. "Yes you do, but I must admit it's a really sexy stink" she said. Elaine was now naked. Her 5'4" heavy frame climbed onto the bed, this also surprised him, even though she was about to have sex with her husband, she would normally have put on a nightdress or at the very least climbed under the duvet, She lay on the bed on her back. She opened her legs to him. Gavin was undressed by now. "Do you think I should grow my hair?" she pulled the outer lips of her cut out and away from her clitoris. His penis hardened again. "Like in the picture you mean?" "I'm afraid I'm not that hairy," she sounded genuinely disappointed. Gavin lay on the bed his face close to her cunt, his head propped up on his arm. It was not often that he got to look at his wife's body in such a matter of fact way. "I like your fanny," he said truthfully. Elaine had shaved the area around her cunt lips and left a triangle of hair above, this she had trimmed short. A sort of half and half. "Why not shave it all off instead?" he suggested hopefully. "I just think the girl in the picture looked really earthy and natural, wouldn't you find it sexy, and I think it would be sexy," "I'm not sure; I think I'd like to try before I buy. Perhaps if I could screw the girl in the picture and then make up my mind." he felt smug making this little private joke. "You wouldn't ever screw another woman would you?" "Not without your permission," he joked. His hard on was having a difficult time. "Have you ever thought about sleeping with another woman?" "Not really, how about you?" "Not until tonight," she replied absent-mindedly. He really wanted to take that one further, but the questions were a little close to home and his guilt was doing nothing for his cock. He leaned across her and kissed her cunt lips. Elaine closed her eyes and let him. She let him lick her for ten minutes. She finally grasped his cock and gave it a few half hearted tugs. Finally he climbed up between her legs, lined up his cock head with her opening and pushed, he slid in easily and as usual she gasped and closed her eyes. He humped for five minutes, squeezing her 38D tits and pulling her pink nipples, she humped back until he accidentally popped out, they both groaned and laughed about it, he leaned in and kissed her. Elaine breathed in heavily whilst they kissed, searching out that aroma again. When their mouths separated, she gave a deep growling grunt and practically wrestled him onto his back she was now on top. Gavin was taken by surprise, Elaine had always been quite vocal during sex but the growl was a new one and it quite excited him, but what really excited him was the fact that she had gone on top, it was a long time since she had been pro-active in bed. Elaine reached down between them and held his knob in place so that she could slide down onto him. She began to grind he clitoris against his pubic bone while his cock deep in her vagina pulsed and rubbed her exited walls. Gavin had grabbed her tits and was tugging on her nipples. Elaine leant down and kissed him, she was finding that smell so erotic, she ran her tongue across her husband's lips and dipped it into his mouth. Then she was cumming. It was the quickest he could remember her reaching a climax, she began to buck and grind, panting all the while. "Cum in my cunt, cum in my cunt," she breathed. Gavin was not ready to shoot just yet. As his wife began to rub her tits in his face he reached behind her and inserted his index finger in her anus. Elaine carried on grinding and cumming, Gavin was so fascinated by her reactions that he was further than ever from loosing his load. Elaine finally slowed to a halt laying heavily on him, her skin sticky and wet from her exertions. Finally, she rolled off of him, leaving his cock bobbing in the air. Gavin reached down and grasped himself, he knelt up and looked down over his wife's nude body, her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Gavin began to toss his cock with his right hand while feeling her sopping cunt with his left. Elaine moaned as he inserted one, two, three fingers into her. His pace increased as he stared at her wobbling tits, he jammed all five of his digits into his wife he was almost fisting her but his hand was too big to curl his fingers over. Elaine groaned her approval. He desperately wanted to squirt his load over her face, but chickened out at the last moment and with a violent thrust of his hips accompanied by a less than complimentary, "I'm cumming on your tits you dirty bitch," Gavin began to empty his ball sacks over Elaines breasts. Elaine felt his hot semen splatter across her chest, nipples and throat, his words made her shiver and she began to cum again squeezing his fingers out of her cunt. After about thirty seconds both of their orgasms had subsided. Gavin sweating profusely collapsed on the bed. Elaine reached to the bedside table for a tissue to wipe his cum from her tits. Seeing Gavin face down on the bed she changed her mind and decided to taste his spunk. It had been a long time since she had his sperm in her mouth she remembered she had not liked it. She would not have done this with him watching she would have found it too embarrassing. She wiped some of the runny almost clear fluid up with her finger, raised it to her nose, and sniffed. "Not pleasant" she thought, then she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked her cum covered finger. It was practically tasteless, she tried some more and some more. She concluded that it was not that bad but he would not be winning any Michellin Stars. "I really am a dirty bitch" she thought wiping the remaining cum from her chest. Gavin was asleep. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 03 Shortly after I arrived at the office Monday morning, Bill came by my cubicle and said he needed to talk to me during lunch. He offered to buy my lunch so we could go offsite and have some privacy. "No need to buy me lunch, Bill. I feel like I've already been paid." I smiled broadly. "Great. Whatever. I'll come by here and get you when it's time to go. We've got some stuff to talk about." Thankfully, the morning wasn't busy. I was distracted by Bill's insistence that we had to talk about something. I hoped I hadn't done something seriously wrong during the time I had his wife to myself. When lunch time rolled around, right on schedule Bill appeared at my cubicle. "Come on, Brent. Let's get out of here so we can talk." I locked down my computer, got up and followed him out to what I assumed was a new car. Once inside I asked when he found time to shop for a new car. "Dude! This is Jen's car! I don't know what the fuck you did to her, but the interior of my car will have to be shampooed and fumigated before I can drive it again. Jen stunk of piss, shit and god knows what else. Not only that, but when she got out to go back into our place, I found a huge wet stain on her seat. I made the mistake of putting the windows up and when I opened the door to get in it later, I practically gagged. What the fuck did you do to my wife?" I started to explain about the things that happened in the men's room but he interrupted. "Once I got her inside I knew I needed to get her cleaned up before letting her get into bed. Besides the horrible piss odor, her hair looked like it was glued together in clumps and what little makeup that was left was smeared all over her face." Again I started to say something, but Bill continued his tirade. "I had to practically force her into the shower and wash her myself, and even then, she kept trying to grab my cock and shove it into her. When she wasn't able to do that, she'd bend over and spread her ass cheeks and dare me to fuck her in her ass. And that thing was just nasty looking! I couldn't believe it when I saw cum ooze out of her - I thought it had all soaked into my car's upholstery. I made her squat over the drain and push it out. What I didn't notice at first was her hand underneath her catching it as it came out. After she caught it, she tilted her head back and let it slide out of her hand and into her mouth! What the fuck, man?" Just as I was about to speak, he continued again. "I finally got her washed and dried and put her into the bed, and she asked me where the ankle cuffs were. When I told her there weren't any she said her wonderful captor had some and if I didn't get some soon, she'd just have to go back to him. I assured her I'd get the cuffs this week and she said I ought to invite her captor over to show me how it's done. I told her she was delirious and needed to get some sleep. Luckily, she fell asleep in a few seconds." I got one word out and Bill interrupted. "Wait, there's more of this shit. I was awakened a few hours later by her tongue wriggling up into my ass and her hand stroking my cock! Ordinarily I'd welcome this, but we'd only been asleep for maybe four hours, if that, and she started on me while I was still asleep. Jen's never done that. Plus, I've always had to talk her into rimming me. Anyway, I let her keep going a while before I pushed her onto her back so I could fuck her. By the time I was into position she'd pulled her knees up to her shoulders and she asked me to give it to her in her ass. I was about to do that when the image of your dirty, old cum oozing out of her flashed through my mind. If I'd watched you fuck her I'm sure I would've fucked her right after, but something about the sight of it grossed me out. Probably the first round of stench I suffered because of it. I don't know, but the point is, I couldn't bring myself to put my cock anywhere near her ass hole. Not only did you fuck her up - you fucked me over!" "But, Bill!" I quickly said, but was interrupted before I could get another word out. "Oh, there's more, dude. When I wouldn't fuck her, she grabbed my hand and tried to get me to finger her. So, I usually like to finger her with two fingers, but she kept saying 'more, please.' I thought she meant more force, but no! She wanted more fingers and she wanted it rough! Well, I wouldn't give her more than two and she started whining about how she'd do her Kegels so she'd stay tight for us. Us? I thought she meant she and I, but she meant you and me, and I'm pretty sure she meant mainly you. What the fuck? You ruined my wife! She'd rather be roughed up by you than have normal sex with me! Now, just sit there and listen, Brent. Later in the day I walked in on her while she was using the computer to browse online sex toy stores. She wasn't looking for just a simple vibrator or even a rabbit. No, she was looking at big dildos. Huge dildos! She'd made notes on a legal pad that listed item numbers and their dimensions and the smaller ones were marked out. I asked what she was doing and she said she was looking for a second or third for us. I asked what that meant and she said a second cock for when it was just she and I fucking, and a third for when her captor was with us. Another mention of including 'her captor' in our sex life." "Well, Bill..." I got out no more before being interrupted. "While she was talking I saw her clenching her butt cheeks. I asked what she was doing and she said she was doing her Kegels and planned to do them all day and every day so she'd stay tight for us. Again with the 'us' comment! Well, I just walked away after that. Later I accidentally walked in on her while she was sitting on the toilet taking a piss. That wasn't so odd. I've done that occasionally. But she had her thighs spread wider than normal and she was pissing onto her fingers! She looked up and when she saw me staring at her, she smiled and then put her wet fingers into her mouth! I just stood there in disbelief as she sucked on her fingers and then rubbed them between her pussy lips and licked them again. She grinned and then asked if I needed to pee, and if I did, to try and pee between her legs. Well, I really needed to go so I stepped up close to her knees, took aim and let it go. Before the flow started she spread open her pussy lips and scooted forward just enough that there was no way my piss was going into the toilet without first splashing onto her. Nope - hit her right on her clit! I was shocked at first, but when she started moaning like it felt wonderful, I kind of got into it. So much into it that I pissed on her like that every chance I got. After a while she started asking me when I was going to piss in her. IN HER! What the fuck, Brent?" "Listen, Bill. In my defense..." Bill cut me off again. "Yeah, yeah... I know. You were just doing what I asked. But seriously, what the fuck did you do to my wife? Before you, she was open minded about trying things. After you, now she's practically begging for kinky shit! And you know what else? I think she knows I planned her abduction. She knows how much we talked about it right before and that I pretended to rape her about a week before it happened. Every time she mentions having her wonderful captor join us, I get the distinct feeling she knows I know who snatched her away and wants to have another after dark trip to the old printing plant. At the minimum, she wants a threesome so she can show me the kinds of things she now expects on a regular basis. You know, now that I've told you all this, that might not be a bad idea. What do you think, Brent?" I waited, fully expecting Bill to keep talking. After a moment of silence I replied, "She said a few things to me while we were in that abandoned building that pretty much summed up that she'd turned the corner from open minded housewife to wanton slut. I think if you don't step up and give her the kinds of things she wants, she's going to look for it elsewhere. If including me in your sex lives is something she wants, well, I guess you'd better start seriously considering it. I'm not just saying that so I can fuck Jen again. Since she was looking for dildos on the Internet, I'd say she definitely wants to go for at least a double penetration from now on. While a dildo is a handy substitute, it's not the same thing as having a big cock that's connected to creative, perverted man. Now, if Jen wants more of the kinky kinds of things that went on during her captivity, I'd be more than happy to help with that. We could either team up on her or I could do it by myself, whatever you two decide. In the mean time, don't you think we ought to get out of the parking lot and get our lunch?" Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 04 Gavin awoke early and set off back to work, Elaine had not been pleased to learn that they would once again be losing an entire weekend but she understood. She had rung her mother to postpone her pre-arranged visit. The half hour drive to his work gave Gavin the chance to think through the events of the previous day. "What do I tell Paula?" he thought to himself, "Do I tell her about Irene?" He wanted to. He wanted to be totally open and honest about everything. He wanted a no holds barred friendship that did not involve secrets and judgements. But most of all he wanted to see Paula naked, so the decision was a simple one, he would try to tell her after they had sex. Gavin arrived at work and hurried through the remainder of the job, he cleaned himself up, made a coffee and waited for Paula to arrive. It was about 10:30am when he heard the front door open. He hurried to greet her. Paula had spent a restless night. She thought about her injured daughter, she thought about Gavin. She thought about how they had almost been caught by Irene. She thought about how her husband would react if he knew. She worried that in the hours that they had been apart, he might have had a change of heart, especially as she had left him unsatisfied yesterday afternoon. She determined to make it up to him – big time. She had risen early and spent the early morning preparing herself. Showering, retouching her roots, applying makeup and choosing her outfit. "What to wear?" He had said tight jeans did it for him, but she wanted to be girly for him, she liked being a woman. Finally she chose a tight light blue halter neck dress with no bra, white lacy knickers, white stay up stockings with lacy tops and a pair of high heel shoes. Summer slut she called it. A liberal spray of perfume and she was ready, in fact she was more than ready. All the time she had been dressing she had been thinking of how they were going to come off again. She did not need an excuse to go out, she simply said, "I'm going out," and left. Ten minutes later she walked through the door at work, Gavin came out of the office and walked towards her, a big grin on his face. "I wasn't sure if you would come, I thought you might have had second thoughts." He said. "Same here, I'm so glad you're here." She replied looking into his eyes. "You look fantastic. Thank you;" he said, Paula had obviously made a big effort for him and he truly appreciated it, he embraced her and gave her a squeeze. "Oh I just threw some stuff on, I'm glad you like it." she squeezed back. They kissed. They kissed again. Then they kissed again. "Let's go to the office," said Paula, "and this time I've locked the door." The comment brought thoughts of yesterday afternoon and of Irene and her hairy cunt into his head. "Change the subject," he thought. "Come and sit on my knee," he said. He sat in his leather high backed chair, Paula sat on his lap. They hugged and cuddled; he smelled her perfume and bathed in the warmth of their closeness. "How's Fionna?" he asked. "She'll be fine, it's a hairline fracture, and it doesn't hurt that's the main thing. How are you, I hated to leave you without getting you off, did you fuck Elaine when you got home?" She did not feel any jealousy towards his wife; in fact, she hoped that Elaine had fucked him silly. She intended to take her duties as a fuck buddy very seriously and she had not started well, she genuinely hoped he had found relief elsewhere. Had she known about Irene she would have been angry and understanding, angry at Irene for her blackmailing attitude and for stealing her fuck buddy, but understanding of him. She knew he would need the release and after all he was a man, when it is handed to him on a plate what else is he going to do? "Elaine was quite horny for a change last night, so yes we shagged." He said truthfully. Gavin placed his right hand on her left breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. The absence of a bra allowed him to feel the weight of her tit in his hand his thumb rubbed across her hardening nipple. Paula kissed him pushed her tongue across his lips. "Do you want to shag me?" she whispered. "Yes." "Do you want to fuck me now?" "Yes." "Is your cock getting hard for me?" "Yes," he made his cock pulse under her lap to emphasise the truth of that statement. Feeling the movement beneath her pussy sent a little shiver through Paula. "Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Anything. Anything at all." Paula meant it. "Take your dress off." He tried to sound commanding, but he was actually hardly able to speak. Paula stood up. She felt behind her neck for the knot that held her halter neck dress on. Pulling on the two string ends, she undid the bow. She brought her hands to the front and grasped the material covering her breasts. "Show me your cock," she said while slowly dropping the material from her breasts. Without taking his eyes from the slowly unveiling vision in front of him he felt for his zip and pulled it down. He had chosen to not wear any underwear today so he was able to easily pull his fattening cock free of his trousers. Paula let go of her dress and let it slip to the floor. She looked at the purple head of his cock and could not help licking her lips. Gavin in turn viewed the twin nipples with equal anticipation. It suddenly registered that Paula was now standing before him in nothing but panties and stockings. "You have a gorgeous body," he said, he was simply speaking his thoughts again. Paula was tall and slim with a lovely figure, her hips flared atop long straight legs her panties and stocking tops framed her creamy white thighs. Gavin gave his cock a couple of tugs. "Stop it that's my job," she said. Paula turned and wiggled her lace covered bottom close to his face. Paula knew she had a good bum; it was the one bit of herself that she was comfortable with. Gavin knew that she was inviting him to pull down her knickers. He happily obliged. He inserted a thumb into the waist either side and pulled downwards, the knickers fell to the floor and she stepped out of them. He marvelled at the sight of her bare arse. "Perfect," he thought and said. Paula arched her back and stuck her bum out towards him. He could not help leaning his face into the crack in her perfect cheeks and kissing it. Paula giggled. "Turn around," he said. She did and suddenly Gavins face was just inches away from the object of his fantasies; Paulas cunt. She was totally without hair. Her outer labia were being pushed aside by the inner puffy lips, the hood of her clitoris protruded forward. She was pink and girly and smelled of perfume and sex. "Beautiful" he murmured. He leaned in and kissed the hood of her clitoris, she was soft her skin was like silk he ran his hands up the insides of her thighs and gently pushed them apart. Paula adjusted the position of her feet to widen her stance. She could feel his fingertips brushing the lips of her most intimate place and his breath crossing her hooded little bean. Looking down she could only see the top of his head, she placed her hands on the back of it and pulled him to her. She just wanted to hug him to her and share her most intimate self with him. The previous night she had had thoughts of him taking one look at her skinny frame and bald pussy and running away, but no he actually seemed to like her. Gavin wanted to climb inside her and never come out. He was so happy that this woman had chosen to give herself to him. The smell and feel of his friend intoxicated him. They stayed clenched together for several minutes. Despite the fact that he had his face pressed into her groin, his fingertips were touching her outer lips and he was breathing in her most feminine of aromas; this was not raw sex. This was intimacy. This is what their newly matured friendship was about. This was the third cunt his face had been pressed against inside twenty four hours. His cock was like an iron bar. Paula pulled away and knelt before him. "I want to suck you," she said. "I want to let you," he said. For the second time Gavin saw his cock head disappear into her mouth. Paula was not as proficient as Irene had been the previous day, but what she lacked in skill she made up for with looks. Gavin was a man and would take looks any day. He thrust his hips trying to get deeper. Paula was enjoying herself. Her head increased its bobbing motion and she sucked a little harder. She had one hand on his cock and the other was idly flicking at her clitoris. She was naked in front of her fuck buddy and she was sure that he genuinely found her attractive. She liked being naked. Gavin liked her being naked too. He was getting close to shooting his load. "Paula, I'm going to cum. I need it inside you." Paula stopped sucking, but carried on flicking her bean. She looked up at him with a big grin on her face, she was so happy to be here doing what she was doing. She found his desperate appeal both amusing and a turn on. "Are you going to fuck me Gav?" "Yes." "How do you want me?" she said. Gavin had not considered the mechanics of positions. "Can I lie on top of you?" he asked. Paula lay down on the floor the carpet bristles were a little uncomfortable but she would do anything for him right now. She opened he legs and raised her knees. Gavin stood and quickly removed his clothes. He once again stood naked in the office. He quickly looked over his shoulder remembering yesterdays unexpected appearance of his partner Irene. The coast was clear. "Fuck your fuck buddy now, fuck me, fuck me Gav," she breathed as he lay down on top of her, his weight on his elbows. His cock head was touching her cunt lips. He brought his face close to hers and they kissed a deep soul searching tongue kiss that seemed to go on for hours. Neither of them noticed that he had entered her and was slipping his cock in and out of her trembling clutching fanny, or that with each thrust she raised he hips to meet him, or that her grunts were getting louder with each push. It was so natural that they should be doing this with each other, the kiss went on, the thrusts got faster, the grunts got louder. Gavin began to cum. It was intense and it surprised them both. They had been in a dream like state where they would both have been happy to stay forever, they had not consciously been fucking, and they had been sharing love and desire for each other. Gavin squirted cum into Paulas vagina and they both awoke from the dream. "God. I fucked you." he said. His cock still inside her in a semi rigid state. "It feels lovely," she said squirming under him and squeezing her cunt muscles. "I fucked you," he said again. "It feels great to be fucked by you," she said. "I fucked you, Paula," he said, again. "I'm your fuck buddy and you can fuck me anytime you please." She smiled at him. She had not reached orgasm but she felt content anyway, she knew she had made the right choice. Gavins soft cock flopped out of her hole and he rolled to the side of her. It suddenly occurred to him that she was still of an age to get pregnant, it simply had not occurred to him before. "What about contraception?" "It's a bit late to be asking that," she laughed. Feeling down between her legs and scooping some of the sex ooze from her cunt, she looked at her finger, "I'm afraid these little lads are wasting their time, I'm on the pill." She sucked her finger clean. Gavin was in a state of contentment, frankly, he had fucked her and now he wanted to sleep. "I don't think I could repeat the performance anytime soon," he said feeling his soft dick. Paula did not mind, she knew that the first fuck was normally about the man getting off and besides it was his turn. "Let's get up and dressed, we can do this again soon. In fact; my house will be empty all day, husband at work, kids at school. If you give me the day off then you could come around and make a ...delivery." "That sounds like a good plan, are you sure you'll be alone?" "Positive. We can fuck for as long as you can get out of this place." They kissed. They dressed. "Where are my clothes from yesterday?" she asked. "Your vest is in that drawer" he said pointing at his desk, "and somehow your bra managed to go home with me in my pocket. I'd really like to keep it, I'll buy you another." "You don't need trophies from me, you can have the real thing anytime you like." She said dropping the front of her dress again, her tits bobbed free. Gavin felt his cock lurch. "I know, but I half thought that you would have changed your mind about me by this morning, so I wanted a memento." "Ohhh, that's so sweet." She hugged him mashing her exposed tits against his chest. His cock lurched again. They kissed. "We should make a pact to always be honest with each other," she said "OK," he agreed, "from now on, no secrets, we never deliberately hurt each other, and anytime we need sex we can use the others body." "Agreed," she said. Gavin knew that under the new pact he did not have to tell her about Irene but the fact was he wanted to be fully open and honest with her. "There is something I want to tell you," he said "it doesn't affect us, our situation or how I feel about you, but I want to tell you." "God it sounds ominous." Gavin then told her the outline of what had happened with Irene. Paula was shocked at first, then angry, then fascinated. She began to ask questions and then more questions, finally he told her the full story in graphic detail including Elaine seeing the photos and how she had been turned on by the aroma of Irenes dried cunt juice; he ended by promising to show her the photos. "Are you angry with me?" he asked. "No, besides it's not my place to be angry with you, I'm your fuck buddy not your wife. I can't wait to see the photos." At first, she had felt angry at Irene, but thinking of how humiliated she would be if she found out about the pictures, made her a little more compassionate. Gavin was very relieved that their new honesty had stood up to its first battering. "Thanks." He said and kissed her. "Would you like to photograph me?" she asked. "You mean 'photograph' you?" "I mean open crotch, tits out photographs, if that's what you like, but I would insist on being awake." "I'll bring my camera tomorrow," he said. He still could not believe his luck and he was not going to miss any opportunity with this gorgeous open woman. "So Irene promised you anal sex, well I never really enjoyed it that much but I certainly won't deny you the pleasure. You can do my bum anytime but you have to get some lubrication and you have to get me very hot and ready." "Deal," his cock replied. Gavin liked having Paula as a fuck buddy and he smiled all the way home. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 04 Shortly after I arrived at the office on Tuesday morning, Bill appeared in my cubicle. He wanted us to go to lunch again so we could talk in privacy. He said, "I'll come by here and get you when it's time to go. I want to tell you about the discussion I had with Jen last night. I think you're going to like this." The last part of what he said, that I'd like what he and his wife talked about, held my attention all morning. I accomplished very little that had to do with my job, instead thinking about what I'd like to do to Jen. When lunch time rolled around, right on schedule Bill appeared at my cubicle. "Come on, Brent. Let's get out of here so we can talk." I locked down my computer, got up and followed him out to Jen's car. "I guess you haven't had time to get your car cleaned yet." Bill replied, "No. I'm making Jen drive mine to the school. I think the smells and big stain on the seat remind her of her time with you and she actually likes it. I just hope none of the other teachers or the principal gets into the car. You know, elementary school teachers are supposed to be sweet, not perverts." "You never know, Bill, there could be more sluts there," I commented. "Yeah, well, that's not the problem right now, dude. When I got home last night, instead of Jen having dinner started, she was in the bedroom, naked and spread out on the bed, trying to get her hand up her twat. When she saw me come into the room she asked if I'd help her out since it was an awkward angle. I told her right then that we really needed to talk. She said 'okay' and then pulled her fingers out of her pussy and started licking them. That got me aroused, but I really wanted to get the discussion started." There was a slight pause so I said, "So, what did you two talk about?" I had a very good idea what the topic was, but wanted to know the details. "Like you said yesterday, I needed to find out from her exactly what she wants to keep her happy and how to accomplish that. Basically, she said that she discovered how turned on she got during the time of her captivity, mainly as a result of being forced to do the kinds of things she's secretly wanted to do for many years, plus a few others. She said that not having any control over what was happening set her free, and she wanted that from now on. When I asked what I should do, she told me that was entirely up to me. Well, buddy, other than pissing on her clit, I don't have a clue what to do, and I told her I'd need some suggestions. She said that wasn't the idea, that it shouldn't be left up to her, and if I couldn't take complete charge, I should get her kidnapper to give me a demonstration. When I didn't say anything right away she suggested I simply give her to you every weekend. She must've seen the shock on my face because she assured me she still loved me and wanted to be with me, but she also needed to experience that same kind of freedom. Then she got up on her hands and knees and turned her butt towards me, rested her face on the bed, showed me her dripping, gaping pussy and said if I agreed to talk to you about it, I could fuck her right then. What choice did I have? I fucked her. After I shot my load into her, she pushed me away, sat up and let my cum drain into her hand, and then she licked it off. She then snuggled up close to me and we kissed. I thought she'd swallowed my cum, but nooooo! She still had it in her mouth and she pushed it into mine with her tongue. Before I had a chance to do anything, she pinched my nipples really hard and I swallowed it. That was a first for me. I guess turn about's fair play, but I was caught totally off guard. Anyway, I'm talking to you about it." "So, which of her options do you want, Bill?" "It's like this, Brent. I'd rather not give my wife away every weekend, but watching somebody else do god knows what to her just doesn't do it for me. Sure, I'd like to know what she wants me to do to her, but I'm not ready to be a spectator." "It's up to you, man. Have you even watched the video from last weekend?" Bill looked a little sheepish and finally responded. "I can't bring myself to look at it." "Well, if you can't stand the thought of watching the video, you may not be able to watch it happen in real time. However, if you could watch us a while, maybe you could then join in or even take over." "I don't know, Brent." "Okay, you could give her to me for a weekend or two and then maybe watch us after that. I feel kind of bad about taking her away from you, but I think you'd enjoy learning how to take control of her mind and body. You know she loves you and that counts for a lot. I'm just some guy who knows how to get her completely turned on. Just imagine all the things you two could do!" "I guess you've got a good point, but I'm just not up to watching you enjoy whatever it is you did to her. Not yet." "Like I said, Bill. It's up to you." "Yeah, I guess I'd better figure out what to do next. Do you have any ideas?" "What if you get a hotel room in your name, give me the room key, and then you deliver Jen to me Friday evening? I'll keep her as long as you want, and then you come back and get her. At least by having a hotel room with a shower she won't be as nasty when you pick her up." "I think she'll want to be with you until Sunday. Is that going to mess up any of your plans?" I laughed and replied, "Oh, I can put off doing my laundry another day or two. Don't worry about me!" "What about food? I know you'll want to eat." "We can do room service, although that would get expensive for you. You could give her some cash and we can go out somewhere. If we do that, I'll have to tell her what kind of clothes to bring." "Now you're going to tell her what to wear?" "It's a part of the big picture. It's all about the control." "If you go out, you can't go anywhere that she might be seen by her co-workers or the kids' parents." "Not a big problem, Bill. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of her. When you get home tonight, just tell her what we decided. You can decide on the eating arrangements - room service or off site. We can finalize the details later in the week. Now let's go get something to eat." We talked more over lunch. I told Bill I'd make a list of things that Jen would need to bring with her, including her makeup and clothes. I also tried to reassure him that I had no intention of stealing his wife away from him, although the thought had crossed my mind more than once. If he only knew what he was missing! When Friday morning finally arrived, Bill came to my cubicle and told me he was planning to pickup the room key during lunch. He asked if I wanted to go with him so I'd know where the place was. "Sure, I'll go. Come get me when you're ready," I told him. He said the hotel was on the other side of town so we'd have to sneak out a little early. About 30-minutes before our usual lunch time, Bill showed up at my desk. "Come on, you pervert. Let's go!" Bill whispered. I quickly locked down my computer and off we went. Even before we got out to the parking lot, I could tell Bill was nervous. After getting into Jen's car, he turned to me and started talking. "This is weird, Brent. The closer the time has gotten to handing Jen over to you, the hornier I've gotten. I don't have a clue what you'll do to her, but the thought of you turning her into a total slut is getting to me. I've jacked-off in the men's room twice this morning!" Just then he reached under the waistband of his pants and started groping himself. "Whoa! Calm down! Get your hand out of there! You need to drive to the hotel and I want to see both of your hands on the wheel!" "Yeah. Sorry. You're right. I'll save that for later." When we arrived at the hotel, I suggested Bill go in by himself and pay for the room through Sunday. I told him to say he and his wife were going to have a mini-vacation and if there was any way possible, he'd like a room with lots of privacy so they wouldn't disturb anybody in any of the neighboring rooms. He went into the office and came back with the room key in about 15-minutes. "Alright, Brent. The room is on the end in the back and the guy said he wouldn't put anybody in any of the rooms near it unless he ran out of space. I also got him to have the cleaning crew put extra towels in the bathroom. He said he'd note that we don't want to be disturbed unless we call for service. So, I think you're all set. Want to take a quick look at it?" "Sure. I'll be able to see what I might want to bring along. We'd better hurry, though." Bill drove the car to the back of the hotel and parked near the corner. "It's up there." Bill pointed to the end room on the third floor. We went up the steps to the room and went in. It looked nicer than I'd expected. "Hey, Bill! Look in here. There's a whirlpool tub and a separate shower with a built-in seat! I can imagine that both of those have been put to use. I hope they do a thorough job of cleaning! I'd better add some cleaning supplies to Jen's list, just to be safe." After Bill peeked in the doorway, he motioned for me to follow him into the rest of room. "This is more like a suite than a room! Look over there. A sofa with an ottoman... desk and chair... big screen TV on the wall at the end of the bed. Nice! Damn, I wish I was going to be here!" I walked over to the far wall and pulled back the drapes, exposing a floor to ceiling window. "Wow! Look at the view - all of the windows of the other rooms. I may have to make Jen put on a show just in case anybody else is looking." "Wait. What? What do you mean by that, Brent?" "You know. Turn down the lights some and have her show off her hot body in front of the window. Make her masturbate or something. Maybe I'll stick a dildo on the glass and make her hump it. You'd like to see that, wouldn't you?" Bill grinned and agreed he'd enjoy watching any pretty woman do that. "It's a good thing we looked in the room. The bed isn't made for cuffs. I'll have to rig up something before you bring Jen. Shouldn't be a problem. I have some webbed straps with hook-and-loop fasteners on either end I can run underneath the bed at both ends. That'll be quick and easy. Yeah, I'd say we're good to go. Now, we'd better get something to eat and get back to the office." On the drive back I checked out the places I could take Jen to eat. Except for a couple of franchise-type restaurants and one that was probably locally owned, everything else was a fast food place, some with drive-thru windows and some that were dine in. We went through one of the drive-thru places and got something quick and easy to eat in the car and then continued back to the office. As we entered the building I told Bill I'd shoot him an email with the list of things I wanted Jen to bring with her. I'd also let him know when I wanted her there. "Just send her up to the room by herself, Bill. I want to remind her that she's doing this on her own and not being pressured by anybody. I'll give you a call on Sunday when it's time to come back and get her." At the end of the work day I hurried home to gather the things I wanted for the weekend and then drove to the hotel. Once there I placed the straps under the bed so all I'd have to do is get Jen positioned and then quickly fasten the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. She'd be completely restrained in a matter of seconds, not that I thought she'd resist. In the large closet I hung a pair of handcuffs over the rod in case I wanted to lock her in there. Dildos and clothespins were stored in the drawers of the desk and the bedside tables. I placed everything else where I thought they'd be handy. and then I plopped onto the sofa and watched reruns of the "Big Bang Theory" on TV while I waited for Jen to arrive. I'd often thought Bernadette might be a kinkster into breast torture and had a few fantasies about that. At 8:00 I heard a knock on the door. It was the pattern of knocks Jen was supposed to use. I turned off the television and opened the door to greet her. "Come in, slut. I hope you're ready to pickup where we left off." Jen entered the room and set her overnight bag on the floor. She was wearing a very short black skirt, plain white buttoned blouse and high heels as I'd requested. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra and was about to find out if she'd worn panties or not. "Come over here and let me inspect you. Unbutton your blouse." Jen smiled slightly as I pushed open her blouse and squeezed the fullness of her breasts. Her smile turned into a big grin as I lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing her bare pussy. I spread open her lips and pushed two fingers into her. "You're already soaked. Such a good slut you are. Give me a squeeze." Jen squeezed her pussy tight around my fingers. "Good girl. I see you've been practicing." I pulled out my fingers and walked around behind her. "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks." The instant I could see the rim of her ass hole I rubbed my wet fingers over it and then pushed one in. I heard her moan a little as I pushed in deeper. With my finger still buried inside her ass I told her to undress. She straightened up and removed her blouse before lifting the skirt up over her head. I pulled upwards, stretching her hole open slightly. "Take off your shoes and then tell me what you want." "I want you to fuck me," she quickly replied. "Where?" "Fuck me in my ass." "Ask me nicely." "Please fuck me in my ass. Please?" "Why would I want to do that?" "I'm your slut. Don't you want to fuck your slut? Don't you want to stretch me with your beautiful cock and flood me with your cum?" "As a matter of fact, I do want to do that. But first, I want to prepare you for use." I removed my finger and wiped it across her mouth. "Do you remember the enema bag, slut?" "Yes sir, I do!" she beamed. "Is that how you're going to prepare me?" "Yes, but before I do, there are a few things I need you to understand. Get on your knees and place your hands behind your back." Jen quickly knelt on the floor and rested her hands just above her ass. She waited patiently as she looked up into my eyes. I gazed down at her naked body. "Alright. Whenever you're with me, you are to address me as either master or sir. Nothing else. Regardless of the fact that you're married to Bill, you are my property to do with as I wish. You'll do what I tell you, even when we're not together. Understood?" "Yes, master. I understand." "Unless I specifically tell you to do something, you must ask my permission whenever you want or need to do something and you must wait until I grant you that permission before doing it. For instance, if you need to go to the toilet, you must get my permission first. If you want to cum, you must get my permission. If I catch you acting on your own I'll discipline you to help you remember the next time you think about doing something without my approval. The only things you're allowed to do without permission are to kiss and lick my cock, balls and ass whenever you can see them. Any questions?" "Are you saying that if I have to pee, I have to ask for permission and wait until you give it before I can pee?" "That's correct. And if you pee without permission, you'll be dealt with harshly." "Sir, may I go pee now?" "No." Jen's eyes widened quickly. "Sir, may I please go pee? I really need to!" "How badly do you need to go? Are you going to wet yourself if you don't go now?" "I might. I've been holding it since I was in the car." "Okay, but before you do, take a few towels from the shelf and lay them between the tub and the toilet. Once you've done that, stand in front of the toilet and rub your clit until I tell you to stop." Jen got up and hurried into the bathroom. She stood on her tiptoes and got several towels off the shelf and then quickly spread them on the floor as instructed. Standing in front of the toilet, she spread her pussy lips apart and began furiously circling her clit with her fingers. I grabbed each of her nipples, squeezed tightly and pulled them in opposite directions. Her eyes closed tightly and her breathing quickened. "Sir, may I cum?" "I thought you had to pee. No, you may not cum! Stop rubbing your clit and look at me!" I could see in her eyes how confused and frustrated she'd become. "Pull open your pussy, slut!" She spread open her lips and I watched as the opening formed. "Put your fingers inside and open it more." Jen pushed her middle fingers inside the opening and pulled them to the side, stretching the hole wider. I bent down to look and then flicked a fingernail over her urethra, causing her body to flinch. "I own that, too. It's a part of your body, but it all belongs to me, doesn't it? Tell me, slut." "Yes, sir. Everything that is me belongs to you. I belong to you. You own me." I gave her clit a squeeze and then told her, "Remove those fingers from my pussy and sit on the toilet." "May I pee now, sir?" "Hold it a moment longer." I then unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. "Kiss your owner's cock, slut." As she leaned forward I grasped her head with both of my hands and pulled her forward quickly, shoving my cock into the back of her throat causing her to choke. I held her like that for a few seconds and then let go of her head and backed away. Her eyes teared up and saliva spilled out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her breasts. "You can pee now." Still trying to catch her breath, she concentrated on emptying her bladder as I watched. When the last few droplets spilled into the toilet she looked up and asked, "May I wipe now, sir?" "Yes, and use the tissue this time. Don't flush yet. Get up when you're done." After she stood up, I motioned for her to lift the seat and step aside. I then pissed into the bowl and flushed it. "Lick me clean, slut." Eagerly, Jen knelt at my feet and licked the remaining droplets from my cock. "Now, I'm going to prepare you for fucking. Get down on the towels on all fours. Point that ass hole up in the air, and don't move until I tell you to." I decided I should get out of my clothes just in case things didn't go as planned. I left the bathroom, undressed and hung my things in the closet. When I returned to the bathroom, Jen was still in position just as I'd left her. I opened a drawer and pulled out the bottle of Wet gel. I held it above her butt and squeezed out a fair amount onto her opening. After placing the bottle on the counter, I rubbed the gel around the rim and then pushed some inside. Next I ran water into the sink until it felt like it was my body temperature, and then filled the enema bag, screwed on the cap with the attached tubing, and finally smeared some gel onto the nozzle. I released a little water from the bag and then quickly clamped the hose shut. Now that everything was ready, I pushed the nozzle into her ass hole and raised the bag a little higher. "Alright, slut. It's time to clean out your dirty ass. If you start to cramp or you can't stand the pressure, say the word 'red' loud enough for me to hear it. 'Stop,' 'no' or anything else will not make me stop the flow. Understood?" "Yes, sir. 'Red' means stop. Nothing else." "Here you go, slut!" I released the clamp on the tubing and let the water start emptying into her. I clamped it shut after just a few seconds to give her time to adjust to it. I patted her soft, round ass and then released the clamp again. After about a third of the bag had drained into her I again stopped the flow and paused. "How are you, slut?" "I'm feeling a little bit full, sir, but I can take more." I let the flow begin again until I heard gurgling inside her. I clamped the hose and waited for the sounds to cease. There was maybe a third of the water left. "How ya doing?" "Oh, geez, I'm getting full. I think I can take some more though, sir." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 04 I released the clamp once more and watched the fullness of the bag diminish until it was completely empty. I was surprised that she'd taken it all! I bent over and looked at her belly. She looked a few months pregnant. I rubbed it gently and asked again how she felt. "I don't think I can hold it any longer. May I get up and empty it into the toilet, sir?" "Yes. Do that. Keep the nozzle in you until you're almost seated, and then pull it out." I steadied her as she got up off the floor and held her up as she removed the nozzle from her backside. Almost immediately there was a loud splash as the water gushed out of her and into the toilet. Between the smell and the gurgling and farting it was fairly disgusting, but there's no polite way to evacuate an enema. After several flushes of the toilet, I told her to wipe herself clean and get back down onto the floor. I refilled the enema bag, this time adding a little mint flavored mouthwash. The small amount of alcohol in it would be absorbed quickly into her bloodstream and help her relax, and the mint would help with the odor. After applying some more gel to the nozzle, I inserted it into her ass hole and started emptying the contents of the bag into her again. Although I paused every so often, this time it didn't take as long to empty the bag completely. "How ya doing?" "I'm full, sir... I'm so full. I want to be clean so you'll want to fuck me all night." I bent down again and rubbed her belly with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. I found her clit and slowly, gently circled it with my fingertips. The sighs she made sounded as if she was completely content. "Sir?" she asked, "May I interrupt you long enough to dump the enema?" "Certainly," I replied. I helped her up again, positioned her over the toilet and watched as she removed the nozzle. This time when the splashing began, she looked dreamily into my eyes and thanked me for being so good to her. The alcohol must've been getting to her already. After several flushes I instructed her to clean up and take her position on the floor again. "I think one more will do it. Maybe two more, but we'll see. I refilled the enema bag, this time with plain water, spread some more gel on the nozzle and inserted it into her. Jen sighed and mumbled something, and then said, "I can hardly wait to get your cock in me. I thought Bill was good, but he's kinda small compared to you. I love it when you stretch me open and fuck me." "You're a good slut," I said. "Let's make sure you're cleaned out really well and then I'll let you feel me inside your ass." I eased the nozzle into her ass again and let the water start flowing. This time I didn't pause. There was no gurgling noises. In just a few minutes the entire contents of the bag was in her. "How ya feel?" "How much more is there? I can take it." I unscrewed the hose from the bag and added more water to it, screwed the hose back onto it and let the bag start draining again. When it was about half-empty, Jen moaned loudly. I clamped it shut immediately. "You okay, slut?" "Ooooh, nooooo," she moaned. "I think I'm gonna explode!" I quickly helped her up and positioned her over the toilet. The instant she pulled out the nozzle, a river of clear water surged into the toilet. Jen moaned as it continued to empty out of her. She looked up at me, smiled and said she hoped she made me as happy as I made her. I let her sit there for quite a while, wanting to make sure everything that went into her had come out. At one point she reached towards me, gently held my cock and pulled me towards her. She leaned forward and sucked my cock into her mouth, twirling her tongue around and around the head. When it was fully erect, she paused and asked, "May I have your beautiful cock stretch my ass now, sir? Please?" "Alright, but first take a washcloth and get it good and soapy, and wash between your cheeks." I helped her up and watched as she stepped into the tub. After handing her a washcloth she lathered it and proceeded to wash. "Go easy, slut! That little hole has been through a lot already, and is about to get another workout." After washing, rinsing and drying herself, I took her hand and led her to the bed. Lie down on your tummy, and spread your arms and legs out as if you're trying to touch the corners. As she stretched, I wrapped the webbed cuffs around each wrist and ankle and tightened them so she could barely move. I went back to the bathroom and got the bottle of Wet and then returned. Between the thoughts of what I was about to do and seeing her secured to the bed in a spread eagle, my cock had hardened and was ready to plow into her. I squirted some gel onto the head of my cock and spread it over the length of the shaft. I then straddled her legs, spread open her ass cheeks with both hands, positioned my cock right in the center of the puckered rim of her hole, and pushed in all the way, pressing my balls into her cheeks. Jen began moaning the instant I entered her and continued until I paused once I was deep inside her. I released my grip on her ass and positioned my hands on the bed just beside her mashed tits. I leaned down until my mouth was next to one of her ears and told her, "For being such a good slut, I'm going to fuck you hard now. When I'm done using you tonight, I'll let you sleep in my bed so we can continue as soon as we awaken in the morning." I pushed my body up, braced myself on the bed and then backed almost all the way out of her. With the head tugging back the edge of her hole, I pushed back in hard and started thrusting in and out of her furiously. After a few minutes, I accidentally popped out of her, leaving her wide open and gaping. "Don't stop, sir! Please, don't stop!" she yelled out. I repositioned my cock and drove back into her, thrusting with shorter but more forceful strokes. Several more minutes passed. Sweat was dripping off me and onto her, pooling in the small of her back. I could hear her pleading with me to fuck her harder, so I did, pounding her with as much force as I could. I was thankful I'd used the lubricant, knowing from experience that both of us would be raw if I hadn't. About the time I knew I needed to take a break, I felt the inevitable orgasm that was about to happen. I slowed the thrusts and eased my cock out a little farther each time until I could no longer prevent it from happening. I pushed all the way back in one last time and spewed my cum deep into her, collapsing on top of her. Both of us struggled to breathe. Within a few seconds she was thanking me over and over. "Thank you... thank you for fucking me so good... thank you, sir... thank you for making me your slut..." When I finally caught my breath and felt like I could move again, I pushed my body up from her back and felt my cock slide out of her. Oh, god, it was throbbing and so sensitive! I climbed off the bed and stood beside her face. I leaned over enough for her to be able to lick my cock and enjoyed it as she did. I then unfastened her left wrist and left ankle and rolled her onto her right side. The sheet was wet where she'd been lying. It was soaked where her pussy had rested. "Before I unfasten the remaining cuffs so you can change the sheets, I'm going to put a butt plug in you for the night. When you're done straightening the bed, I'll cuff one of your ankles and then we'll both get some sleep. We'll need our energy for what I have planned for Saturday." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 05 It was about two thirty when he arrived home. Gavin almost shit himself. Irenes car was outside. He parked in the drive and slowly walked the green mile to his door. He could see Irene and Elaine in the kitchen they were smiling and chatting. "OK, whatever trouble she has come to cause hasn't happened yet," he thought to himself. He opened the door. The two women looked at him as he came through the door. "Hello," said Elaine. "Hello," said Irene in her quiet Scottish lilt. "Hello," said Gavin in a confused state. "Irene was just passing and called in," explained Elaine, "I insisted that she stay for dinner. It's been so long since she visited." "Is that OK Gavin?" piped Irene. "Of course," replied Gavin. Elaine carried on chatting to Irene about people and just general stuff; it was not often they had visitors especially female ones so she was making up for lost time. Despite the fact that Irene had been Gavins business partner for almost sixteen years, this was only the fourth time she had visited the house. Gavin pretended not to take much notice; he was in fact listening to every syllable. "What was she doing here?" is all he could think. Irene seated next to Elaine on the sofa looked relaxed and chatted naturally, casting the occasional glance and smile at Gavin. When Elaine left to use the bathroom, Gavin leaped across the floor to Irenes side. "What are you doing here?" he almost hissed. Irene placed her hand on his knee and patted him. "Don't worry," she said, "I didn't come to cause trouble." The earnest but relaxed look on her wrinkly face reassured him. "It was you I came to see. You told me you were here on your own today. I thought I'd surprise you." "Shock more like," he said. They heard the toilet flush. Irene pulled him towards her and kissed his lips, "I came to let you fuck my bum," she whispered. Gavin recoiled from her as Elaine entered the room. The kiss had taken him by surprise. He had not wanted it. The bum offer was tempting but he already knew that Paula would look after him there. Elaine continued her discussion about nothing in particular. Gavin felt secure enough with the situation to leave them to it. He excused himself and went upstairs to his computer room. His daughters were in their room playing on their own computer. He sat down and flicked on the screen to look at the pictures of Irenes cunt once more. It was not that he wanted Irene, just the opposite; he had determined to tell her that they could not continue any form of sexual relationship. He did find it amusing though to look at the pictures while she was downstairs talking to his wife, even more amusing to sniff her dirty knickers while he looked. His hand had found the knickers in the drawer. His other hand was rubbing his hardening shaft through his jeans. "I see you found them," said Irene Gavin jumped out of his seat. "Fuck! Caught red handed," his mind raced for an excuse, it failed. Irene lifted the hem of her red skirt exposing her black stockings, suspenders and a pair of crimson cotton knickers. Her thick bush was clearly poking out either side of the gusset. "You can sniff the real thing if you like," she challenged. "I'm sorry, this is pretty embarrassing," he said. "It's OK; I have already been through your laundry basket looking for yours." The bizarre admission did make him feel better. "Where's Elaine?" "She's downstairs, I just came up to use the loo." Irene stepped towards him, Gavin flicked the computer reset button, at least she had not seen the pictures from where she was standing. His mind was looking for a way out, "OK Irene it's like this I was sniffing your knickers and rubbing my cock because I don't find you attractive and there is no way we can continue a relationship involving sex... maybe not." Irene reached down and felt his shaft. "Mmmmm, that will fit nicely in my bum." "My kids are next door and my wife is downstairs." It was more of a plea than a statement. "I would never do anything to jeopardise your family," she assured him, "but I do need you, my cunt has been on fire since yesterday, I want your cock." Gavins resolve was weakening, twenty-four hours ago, he had his tongue jammed up this woman's fanny and she had swallowed his sperm, today she was offering anal sex and begging for his cock. She had just found him sniffing her knickers and unknown to her he had been looking at close up pictures of her cunt and arse hole. Who was he kidding of course he was not going to end it; he wanted to fuck her brains out. "We'll have to go for a walk or something, we can't do anything here." He said. "I'm not really a shag behind a bush sort of woman." "I didn't suppose you were but I can't see any other way." Just then, they heard Elaines steps on the stairs. Irene took a step back straightened her dress and looked out of the window. Elaine entered the room. "He's not boring you with computers is he?" she asked. "No not at all." "You should've seen what he had on the screen yesterday, it was really weird." Alarm bells were ringing. "She doesn't want to hear about it now." He tried to head his wife off. "Why? What was it?" enquired Irene. "Actually it's really very rude." Elaine was backtracking she hardly knew Irene and perhaps a conversation about hairy fannies was not quite the thing. "Ohhh, I like really rude," joked Irene. Gavin wanted the ground to swallow him; a knock at the door saved him. "I'll get it," he said practically running out of the room. It was the woman from next door, asking if his kids would like to go and play with her son at the park. He called to his daughters and in a stampede that could only have been caused by a herd of buffalo or two little girls they left the house. Gavin stood at the foot of the stairs. He could just make out the two womens voices. "The strange thing was I was quite turned on by it," he could hear Elaine saying. "Not that I'm that way inclined, towards women I mean. It was just all that hair, it was so earthy and raw." "Actually I know what you mean. I felt the same way many years ago. I haven't tended the garden for quite a while now," said Irene in a matter of fact manner. "You mean you're ... you know... down there?" She gave a little nod in the direction of Irenes groin. Elaine was fascinated. "I guess I am quite a tangle down there." "Are you naturally hairy? I'm not, I've never had a really thick growth, and I've just always shaved the underneath bits." Gavin could not believe it. His wife was discussing pubic hair with Irene. He was strangely fascinated and listening to them was quite a turn on, but it was all too close to home. "It's not something I've ever really considered," he heard Irene continue. "I don't go around looking at other women's nether regions so I'm not one to judge." Elaine called to him "Gavin, can you get those pictures back on the screen? I want to show Irene." "That's not happening. No way. I can't have my wife showing Irene pictures of her own fanny that I took while unconscious from the cunt licking I gave her." he thought. Even his cock agreed with that one. "I can't. They were on the internet and I don't know how I found them," he replied. "They'll be in the browser history," suggested Irene. "I cleared it," he lied. He climbed the stairs and re-entered the room. "Look if my wife and partner want to spend their afternoon looking at other womens hairy fannies I'm not going to argue. Just Google 'hairy cunt pics', I'm sure you'll find lots." "OK" Elaine said, and did. Irene pulled up another chair and the two women began browsing through the endless stream of hairy cunt pictures. Gavin looked on in disbelief. "This is bizarre," he said. "It's just a bit of fun," said Elaine, "we look through magazines to choose a hair style, this is the same thing." "If I sat looking at hundreds of fanny pictures you would go mad at me. Or rather if I sat and roamed through hairy dick pictures you would get very worried." "Yes but we're not looking for the same reasons that you would be looking, this isn't about sex," argued Elaine. "I'm just curious to see how I measure up," added Irene grinning at him. "Yes it's more like research," reinforced Elaine. "Well I'd love to stay and look at vaginas with you but it would only make me upset, if you know what I mean." Gavin left the room and went to lie on his bed. "That's not really hairy though, is it?" he heard Irene ask. "It's a lot bushier than mine, but it has been trimmed to shape," his wife replied, "the one he was looking at was totally unkempt and it was bushier. Would you like some wine?" "Please." He heard his wife descend the stairs, followed by a chink of glasses and the pop of cork leaving bottle. All the while, the mouse clicked away in the next room. He had half-expected Irene to run in and try to molest him in some way but she remained in the other room. Soon he heard his wife returning. "I didn't know which you liked so I brought both. Red or white?" "Either," giggled Irene. The clicking of mouse and the clinking of glass continued for another half hour. Gavin dozed off. He awoke with a start. He tried to remember what was going on and what he should be doing. "Paula? No. Elaine? No. Irene? Oh right, it's OK my wife and mistress are looking at pornography on my computer." He climbed off the bed and headed towards his computer room. He listened at the door to bring himself up to speed on what was going on. "That's the hairiest one yet," Elaine almost shouted, they both giggled loudly. "I think I prefer the shaved ones, now," chortled Irene. Gavin recognised the raucous volume caused by too much wine. He went into the room, he wanted his computer back. "Gavin, Gavin" said Irene "ask Gavin." She spoke with the precision of a drunk. "Gavin," piped up his equally inebriated wife, "Husband." There were two empty wine bottles on his desk. "What?" he said in his best patronising tone. "Husband?" Elaine said again to be sure of his undivided attention. "Which do you prefer? Hairy or Shaved?" With that, Elaine got up from the desk to reveal that she was naked from the waist down. Gavin was taken aback, even more so when she then lifted up the hem of Irenes skirt to reveal that she too was exposing her naked fuzz. "Fucking hell!" sprang to his mind and shortly after fell out of his lips. "What have you been drinking?" he asked. He had to say something but frankly; he would have been happy to stand and look at the sight before him forever and a day. "Well which?" persisted his wife. His mind raced ahead of his cock, this had possibilities that went beyond his wildest dreams, no hold on; these were his wildest dreams. He did not know what had occurred in the last hour. How the hell had they gotten each others knickers off? Had they been touching? Kissing? Fondling? His cock was catching up. "I couldn't possibly say. You both look good enough to eat." He cringed when he said it; he had not meant to say that, though he did mean it literally. Irene giggled "Slow down boy," she drawled. "He's really good at that you know?" Elaine said as an aside. "Good at what?" Irene enquired. "Eating pussy," replied his wife. "Is he?" Irene raised an eyebrow at Gavin and winked. "I wouldn't know, I've never had my pussy eaten." She was not so drunk as to give him away. "What? Never?" "Nope." "Shame, you don't know what you're missing. It's lovely and he's really good at it." Gavins heart was pounding. His body was shaking. Only once in his life had he come so close to a threesome. His best friend at college had a new girlfriend and they had all been out for a drink. They had returned to spend the night at Gavin and Elaines house. They were all very drunk, somehow his friend had passed out on a bed and he had returned to find Elaine and the girl sharing little kisses, Elaine had a hand on the girls breast. When he had entered the room, the girl had tried to pull away. "It's OK," Elaine had said, "he'll be turned on by it." Gavin had instantly joined them in a three-way session of light kissing. At some point, his friend had woken up and fallen down the stairs, which put a damper on things so they ended up carrying him back up to bed and basically falling asleep. The following morning they awoke to find his friend and the girl had gone. They never met the girl again and they never mentioned the incident again. It was the only time that Elaine had shown any lesbian tendencies, until now? "Irene you're really going to regret this when you sober up," he said. His cock screamed "Shut up you traitor." Irene giggled. "It's good to have a few things to regret. It proves you have lived." "It's just a bit of fun," admonished his wife. "Elaine; I must admit your shaved bits do look very neat and tidy, I think I'll have to buy a razor." Irene rubbed Elaine on the arm in a comforting manner. "Well I didn't get a proper look at your maze of hair because he walked in," she nodded towards Gavin, "but from what I saw it was very sexy." Gavin moved further into the room. He looked at the screen it showed several pictures of cunts. Hairy and shaved cunts. On the floor beneath his desk lay Elaines jeans and knickers, on the desk next to the keyboard were Irenes red knickers. "Why have you got no knickers on?" Gavin asked his wife in his strictest schoolmaster voice. Irene, who seemed slightly less drunk than Elaine answered for her. "We were discussing the merits of hair or no hair, as you may have noticed I have quite a healthy covering." Elaine burst out laughing. "I'll say." "I've been thinking of having a shave, Elaine kindly offered to show me what her shaved bits looked like. Elaine on the other hand says she would quite like to grow ..." "I get the picture" Gavin interrupted. A poor choice of words when related to Irenes cunt. "The picture... she's just like the pictures you were looking at Gavin," insisted Elaine. "No she isn't, she's nothing like the pictures," he lied, "I can't believe I'm having this conversation with you two." Gavin was shaking his head and laughing. It did not look like anything of a truly sexual nature had or would be going on between the two women, they were just slightly drunk and had been fooling about. His cock was not about to give up that easily. It reminded him that he was in a room with two women both without knickers. "He's got a stiffy!" His wife blurted, she was pointing at his jeans, she really was quite drunk. Gavin became aware of his cock and dropped his hands in front of his bulging jeans. "What do you expect?" he pleaded, "you're stood there with your arse hanging in the face of Irene who has just let you show me her minge, and the computer is full of cunt pictures." Irene decided to come to his defence "it is only to be expected, he's a man." Elaine giggled. "To be honest, all the talk of privates and stuff has made me feel quite horny too." "Well don't mind me," said Irene, "if you two feel the need to ... you know... visit the bedroom. I do understand." Gavin held his breath, his life just got more and more bizarre. Was he now about to shag his wife while his sex partner of yesterday waited in the other room? Elaine briefly considered the idea, "that wouldn't be fair on you," she said to Irene. "You must be feeling a little that way yourself." "I get so little proper sex I always feel that way, as you put it," said Irene. "Aaawww, you poor thing, Elaine leant over Irene and cuddled her head to her ample chest. Irene had figured that if Gavin and Elaine had gone to the bedroom, she would at least be able to get herself off and maybe even sneak a peek. It was true that all the talk of pussy hair and erections had made her very horny. After all she had come to fuck Gavin. Elaine released Irene from her bosom and pecked the top of her head. "Let's all go to the bedroom" she said. The words hung in the air for about six months. Gavin almost fainted on the spot. Irenes mouth dried up, her pussy did not. Irene and Gavin looked at each other. Elaine looked from Gavin to Irene and back again. Gavin wanted to scream "Yes.Yes.Yes. Too fucking right Yes." He was not at all sure how Irene felt about having his wife being present at their adultery but he knew he was up for it. He had no idea what Elaines intentions were but he was hardly going to argue, after all, at least she was being upfront about a sexual encounter with Irene. Irene was surprised at this turn of events. She had come here to secretly have sex with this womans husband. Now she was being invited to share their bed with both him and her. Irene had never seriously considered sexual contact with a woman, the idea did nothing for her but neither did it put her off. She did like Elaine as a person and if this was an open and honest route to bedding Gavin. Why not? After several months of holding their breath Irene finally broke the silence. "OK, if that's what you really want. What did you have in mind?" "We can all just cuddle if you like, I just think that it's obvious we are all feeling randy and we may as well help each other out. We don't even have to touch each other, we could just masturbate." Gavin looked at Elaine his mouth open. It was not so much, what she had said, it was simply the fact that it was her that had said it. The forwardness was just so out of character even if she was drunk. Elaine knew this was different to how she usually behaved but the fact was she was very turned on by looking at all the vaginas. She had suppressed these urges for all her married life, but the pictures last night and Irene today had just burst open the locks she had put on her feelings. She loved Gavin and his cock, but she wanted to try a woman. Irene and his wife looked at Gavin. Neither of them expected him to refuse and he did not surprise them. "Well, if you're both sure about this," he said, desperate not to sound too keen. Elaine took Irenes hand and pulled her out of the chair, Gavin led the way to the bedroom. "What about the kids?" Irene asked. "They'll be hours yet," replied Elaine; she guided Irene to sit beside her on the large King sized bed. Gavin could not believe this was happening, he could not believe his wife had suggested this. "Fucking fantastic," he thought. He stood on the far side of the bed from where the two women sat. "Now what?" his brain asked his cock, "let me out" his cock replied. Gavin knew that he should be the one to get the ball rolling. He had sex with both of these women so his advances would scare neither of them off. The only problem was that Elaine did not know that he had already been with Irene. He figured he should not be too openly forward and that Irene would understand his fake coyness. While his brain was figuring out the next move, the women were busy making it. Elaine looked over her shoulder at him "Gavin. You just get undressed and lie down while Irene and I work this out." She still had a hold of Irenes hand and gave it a little squeeze, Irene squeezed back. "Irene. Would you like to get naked?" Irene was out of her depth. She looked over he shoulder at Gavin, he had taken his T-shirt off and was about to unzip his jeans. She looked at his bulge. More than anything, she wanted his cock, but the comforting gentle closeness of his wife was making her want to hug her. "Yes?" she said, it sounded like she was asking permission rather than making a statement. Elaine smiled at her, "Let me help you." She reached out and started unbuttoning Irenes red silken blouse. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 05 Saturday morning arrived too soon. Considering all that had happened the night before, I just didn't get enough rest. However, I did awaken to a very pleasant sight. Jen was curled up in the fetal position, but instead of sucking on her thumb, she had my cock in her mouth. It was both sweet and arousing, and before I knew it, my cock was getting firm. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I could either wait and see if she'd awaken on her own, or hold her head and thrust into the back of her throat. After a few moments I decided to place my hand on her head and rub gently, hoping to wake her calmly. As I caressed her head I felt her tongue begin to press against the underside of my cock, and then she suckled like a baby sucking a mother's nipple. I liked watching her and enjoyed the sensations but needed to get up and go piss. Eventually I gave her hair a gentle tug and spoke her name. "Jen... Jen... Wake up, slut. I need to piss." Raising her eyebrow she opened one eye, looked up at me and made a grin as best she could, and then continued with her suckling. With some urgency in my voice, I told her, "Come on, now, slut. I'm not kidding. I need to get up and go to the bathroom." Jen pressed her face into my crotch, forcing my cock into her throat. She winked at me and then lightly tapped my hip. Looking at her sternly, I said, "Alright, slut. Last warning." She looked up into my eyes and as I let my piss start to flow down her throat, she mashed her pussy into my leg. She was extremely wet. I felt her juices coating my thigh as she humped it. Without spilling a drop she swallowed all of my piss and then continued sucking to get every last drop. Of course, as she kept sucking, my cock got hard. "You're a greedy little slut, aren't you?" She finally took a break and answered, "Yes sir. I've had your cum in my ass all night and now I want a fresh load in my tummy." "Before you get any fresh cum, we need to check on what's left in your ass. Get up on your knees and I'll pull out the plug." Jen wiggled off my thigh and scooted closer to the end of the bed where her ankle was still fastened. Turning so her butt would be close to the edge, she got on her knees and raised her ass up in the air. I got up and stood beside the bed. Sure enough, the plug was still in position. Teasingly, I held the base and twisted in back and forth before attempting to slowly ease it out. The rim gripped it tightly as if it didn't want to let it go. Ordinarily I probably would've given her a hard slap on one of her ass cheeks, but for now I was content to watch and play. I pushed it into her and then pulled back. Her butt held tight. "Alright, slut. If you don't let go, I won't be able to put anything else in." That's all that was needed. The plug popped out instantly. Even with her squeezing tightly to keep in the plug, there was an almost perfect, circular hole left. "It's a shame you drank all of my piss. I could've filled your ass with it." I slapped a palm against one of her cheeks and saw the opening quickly disappear. She looked back at me and quietly said, "If I'm a good girl, will you do that later?" "I'll think about it. We'll see. Now, let's see if there's anything left inside." Jen turned to face me and then straightened up. Still on her knees, she parted her thighs and placed one of her hands below her ass hole. Nothing came out. "Squeeze some, slut." Jen gave a strong squeeze as if she was trying to shit. Nothing happened. She squeezed again, this time farting a few gooey bubbles. "I suppose it was absorbed. Guess I'll have to fill you again sometime." "I hope so, sir. I hope you still want to use your slut." "No worries, slut. There's still a lot of this weekend left, and then the next, and the next. But before I do anything else to you, I want us to have a chat. I want to know a little more about you. Do you feel up to that?" Jen smiled and nodded "yes." I reached to her ankle and unfastened the cuff. "Get up on the bed and lie back." As she did, I lay down beside her, facing her, and toyed with her pussy. "So," I began, "how many other people have you had sex with?" I fully expected to have to wait while she added up the number in her head, but instead, she quickly answered, "Just two." "Be honest, slut. In your entire life, how many people have you had sex with before you met me?" "Two, sir." "Both men?" "No sir. Bill is the only other man I've had sex with." "So, Bill, me and a woman. Is that what you're saying?" "Yes, that's correct, sir." "Who was the woman?" "My sister." "Is she older than you?" "Only by a few minutes. She's my twin." "Uh-huh. And why did you two decide to have sex together?" "Well, sir, our parents were extremely over-protective. They practically preached to us that all boys and men were evil and only wanted to get us pregnant, and then they'd leave us alone to have the babies. When we were younger, we believed it. They were our parents and we were sure they wouldn't lie to us. So, Jo, well, Joanne, that's my sister's name, we stuck together like glue. We went everywhere together, participated in the same school activities, even went to the same university and lived together the entire time. By the time we went off to university, we started having those urges, but neither of us wanted to get pregnant, so we kind of started experimenting with each other. At first it was nothing more than some innocent kissing, but that led to French kissing, and that led to kissing and groping with our clothes on. Before long we were hurrying from our last class of the day back to our room to get naked and kiss and grope, and naturally that led to fingering and eating each other's pussy. I think I was the first to discover how pleasurable rimming was to her, and she just followed suit to repay me. After we heard stories from other girls about how they fucked with their boyfriends, we decided it was time to take turns inserting things into each other. We started with long, slender cucumbers in our pussies and that eventually led to putting them into our asses, and later we'd put them in both our pussy and ass at the same time. That's when we started really getting wild." As Jen paused to get a big breath, I interrupted. "So, what led to your playing with enemas and golden showers?" She laughed and then continued. "Well, one night we'd been playing in bed and drinking beer and we both got a little drunk. Jo got up from rimming me to get us both another bottle and when she came back from the kitchen she told me there was only one bottle left and wanted to know if I wanted to share it. I told her that sounded okay and she took a few gulps. I expected her to hand the bottle to me but the next thing I know, she's pushing the open end of the bottle into my ass! The last of the cold beer poured into me as she fucked me with the bottle! It wasn't long before the alcohol was absorbed into my bloodstream and I was just about totally wasted. After she pulled out the bottle I rolled over so we could kiss some more. She got on top and after some deep kissing, she decided to go down on me. Well, I lost control and peed all over her and myself. I don't know if it felt good because of her licking me or if it was just so warm and soothing, but after that incident, we started peeing on each other without getting drunk. Most of the time we'd wait until it was bath time and do it in the tub or the shower, but every now and then we'd go for a hike near a lake. We'd start drinking water before we left, keep drinking until we were about to burst, and then stop in the middle of nowhere, undress and have a pee fest. We'd take a dip in the lake, dry off, get dressed and go on our way, usually with our hands down each other's shorts." "I suppose the ass fucking with the bottle is what led you to liking a big cock?" "Um, yeah. The beer bottle led to fisting, and that led to huge cucumbers, I think. I kinda forget what all we used. Nowadays we mostly just fist each other when we're in the mood for something big, but our hands are tiny compared to yours." "Oh! So you still see each other occasionally? Does she live nearby?" "Oh, yeah. She has an apartment about fifteen minutes from here, but I don't see her as much as I'd like. Good god, that girl knows how to use her tongue! We get together when she's in between girl friends. But we talk on the phone just about every day. We tell each other about everything." "Did you tell her about what you did last weekend?" Jen grinned and then answered. "Yes, sir. I told her everything I could remember. I also told her that I was sure that Bill had arranged it all and that I was going to try to make him let me get back together with you. And when he agreed, I told her I was going to have the entire weekend with you!" "What did she think about that?" "Well... besides telling me how wet she'd gotten while I told her about the things that you did to me and made me do to you, she asked me if I'd ask you to let her join us sometime." "You say she's between girlfriends now? Is she a lesbian?" "I don't think so! She wants to join us, after all. Besides, I think she's figured out that there are just as many girls who are going to dump her as guys, and since she can't have a baby, I guess she's ready to try being with a guy now." "I may be jumping the gun, but here's what I'm thinking. I have you on the weekends, but the rest of the week I'm by myself. There probably aren't many girls who would be willing to be mine Sunday nights through Thursday nights and then let me play with you Friday nights through Sunday afternoons. Your sister, on the other hand, might be willing to be with me every night, sharing with you on the weekends. What do you think?" "Interesting! I like that. She might go for it." I looked at the clock on the bedside table. "You think she might bring us some breakfast if you give her a call now?" "There's one way to find out, sir! May I get my phone, sir?" "Kiss my cock and then go get your phone. Bring it back here so you can call while I play with you." Jen leaned down and kissed the head of my cock once, sucked it into her mouth and twirled her tongue around and around a few times. "I'll be back in a few seconds," she said, and hurried to get the phone from her bag. When she returned, I told her to get on all fours and make her call while in that position. As she pulled up the contact list on her phone I started tugging on her pussy lips. When I heard the phone start to ring, I pushed two fingers inside her already wet pussy, and when Jen said 'hello,' I pulled them out and inserted three fingers, pushing them in as far as I could before pulling back some and then starting to finger fuck her. I listened to her try to carry on the conversation as if nothing was happening. "Hi, Jo. It's your sister. Yeah, I asked him. He wants to know if..." -- I pushed in a fourth finger and rotated my wrist as I thrust in and out -- "if you'd like to come over now, and if, oh god, you'll bring us something to eat. Huh? Yeah, he's finger fucking me right now. Uh-huh. Big hands. Stop it - you know I told you how big everything is!" I slapped her across her ass and then added my thumb, pushing into her pussy slowly. Jen moaned loudly. "Oh, god, Jo. He's fisting my pussy. No, just my pussy. I don't know, he might let you fist my ass at the same time. Stop it! You're wasting time. Get over here quick!" She ended the call and remained in position. "That sounded interesting, slut. Let her fist your ass while I fist your pussy. Think you can handle that? Think she can handle that, too, and with my cock in her mouth at the same time?" "I'm not certain, but I'd like to find out the answers to both." "Think you can take my fist in your ass?" "Oh, god!" Her pussy clamped around my wrist. "Maybe someday. After a lot of practice. Oh, fuck! May I cum, sir?" "Do you think that'll be fair to Jo?" "Please, sir! May I cum now?" I reached underneath and pushed up just below her lower belly as I pressed downwards inside her pussy. "Tell me what a good slut you'll be when your sister gets here." Jen's body began to quiver as she spoke. "Sir... I'll be... oh, fuck! I'll... I'll be your... good slut... sir? Oh... god, please?" "That's right. Go ahead and cum for me, slut." Jen lunged forward and collapsed on the bed, writhing and moaning as she finally released her orgasm. I kept my hand inside her and rhythmically spread open my fingers and brought them back together for the next several minutes. I felt her inner walls spasm repeatedly and watched as her ass cheeks clenched. When she appeared calm once again, I withdrew my hand. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me." Jen quickly obeyed. I rubbed my wet fingers over her ass hole and pushed one inside. She sighed. I pried her open a little with another finger and pushed it in beside the first one, rotating them both as I spread them apart. "Think your sister will like the taste of my cum in your ass?" Jen sighed softly and replied, "I hope so." "Well, I'll wait so she can get it while it's fresh, but I hope she'll get here soon." I toyed with her ass hole another minute or so, looked at the clock and decided we ought to get cleaned up a little before Jo arrived. I pulled out of Jen's ass and told her, "Get up. Let's make ourselves a bit more presentable for your sister." Jen sat up slowly and while pausing on the edge of the bed, asked, "May I pee, sir?" "Don't you want to save it for Jo?" "Oh, golly! Yes! I should do that! Are you going to watch us?" "Definitely! And I'll join in when I'm ready." We walked into the bathroom and I washed my face and hands while Jen knelt and licked between my ass cheeks. "That's distracting, you know." Jen giggled and then stood up. "What should I do, sir?" Before I had a chance to say anything, there was a knock on the door. I grabbed a towel and gave it to Jen. "Wrap this around you and go see who it is." Jen barely covered the front of her body and then opened the door. "Hi, Jo! Come on in!" The moment the door closed behind them, Jen dropped the towel and proudly showed off her wet pussy to her sister. "You're gonna love the way it feels with his fist inside you! Here, put those bags on the table by the sofa." I stepped out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and looked at both girls. The only difference I noticed was the slightly darker color of Jo's hair. "Aren't you going to introduce me?" I asked Jen. Jen lifted Jo's dress up over her head, exposing her completely naked body, tossed the dress onto the sofa and then said, "Sir, this is my sister, Jo. Jo, this is my master and owner." Jo stood almost motionless as I walked closer. "Jen told me you know about some of the things we've done and that you wanted to join us. I assume you understand that whatever I say goes, right?" Jo stared at the bulge under my towel and answered, "Yes, I understand, but there's one thing you need to know." "What's that?" "I've never had sex with a man, so I don't know a lot about how to pleasure you. I'll need you to be patient with me while I'm learning." "I can do that. Your sister knows what I like and she can teach you to be a good slut just like she is. For some things, all you have to do is relax and enjoy it. There's one very important thing you need to know, too. If I'm ever doing something to you and it hurts too much for you to stand it, you must say the word 'red' loud enough for me to hear it. 'Red' means stop. That's the only word that means stop. If you say 'stop,' I won't. So, say I'm fucking you in the ass and you start yelling 'stop!' I'll take that as you role playing an innocent little girl, not as you really wanting me to stop. Understood?" "Oh, yes! I like that! And what should I call you?" "Master, or sir." "Anything else I need to know, master?" "I am your master. You belong to me. You're my property... to do with whatever I want. Unless I tell you to do something, you have to get my permission before you can do anything, including going to the toilet and orgasming. The only thing you don't have to ask permission to do is kiss, lick or suck my cock or rim my ass, but that's only when they're exposed to you. Any questions?" "So, since that towel is covering your cock right now, if I wanted to kiss it I'd have to ask for permission?" "That's correct. But if I remove it, then both you and your sister may use your tongue or mouths on it, without first asking. When you're both with me, you'll have to share." I then dropped the towel, exposing my cock to them. Jen was first to kneel at my feet and lick from the base up the shaft and circle the head. She looked over her shoulder and told Jo to come watch what she was doing. After observing her sister's technique, she looked up at me and asked, "May I tongue your ass hole while she does that, master?" I moved my feet apart and replied, "Please do." Jo crawled behind me, gently spread my ass cheeks and slowly licked around the rim a few times before pushing her tongue inside. Jen then sucked the head of my cock into her mouth and teased it with her tongue before taking the full length of my cock into her mouth and throat. Just having Jen sucking me would have been wonderful by itself, but having Jo's tongue probing my ass made it even better. I let them both go on for several minutes before stopping them. "Alright you two sluts. Let's have something to eat and then we'll continue." Jen and Jo got up and went to get the bags of food Jo brought with her. Jo opened one of the bags and announced, "Coffee and chicken biscuits. I hope that's okay, sir. I didn't think we'd want to get full." "That's fine. Jen will pay you back with the money her husband gave her. Now, let's sit down and enjoy it. Spread the towels on the sofa and you two can sit on either side of me." I plopped down in the middle and Jo and Jen snuggled up close to me. Jo prepared my coffee and Jen unwrapped a biscuit and held it up to my mouth. As I took a bite out of the biscuit I felt Jo's tongue on my cock. Jo looked up at me and tentatively said, "I thought I'd give it a try, master. I'm sure I'll need a lot of practice." She then opened her mouth and sucked in the head. I turned towards Jen and said, "Either she's very observant or she lied about never having been with a man." Jo sucked harder and then paused to say, "I'm a quick learner!" and then resumed what she'd started, causing my cock to grow bigger and firmer. Jen continued to feed me, taking bites of her biscuit as she could. She held the coffee cup to my lips and I took a swallow. It was then that I remembered Jen needing to pee and making her hold it for Jo. "Didn't you need to pee a while ago, slut?" "Yes, sir, but I held it. Why do you ask?" "I thought you might like to show Jo how nice the bathroom is and maybe try out the tub." "May I, sir?" "Yes, I think now's as good a time as any. Take a few swallows of coffee first, though." Jen placed the cup and wrappers on the table and then tapped Jo on the shoulder. "Get up and follow me. I have something for you." Jo and I both got up from the sofa and followed Jen into the bathroom. Jen stepped into the tub and motioned for Jo to follow. Once Jo was standing in the tub with her, Jen put her arms around her sister and gave her a very passionate kiss. It looked almost as if one girl was kissing a mirror, they were so similar in appearance. Only Jo's natural, uncolored hair set her apart. I watched as they held each other close and allowed their hands to wander over each other's body. Jo moved one hand to cup and knead her sister's breast and the other down to caress her pussy. Jen's hands slowly traveled down to her sister's ass and pulled her even closer. Both breathed heavier as the kissing and touching continued. Without warning, Jen started peeing. The golden liquid flowed over Jo's fingers and quickly ran down their thighs and legs. In one fluid motion, Jo was kneeling at her sister's feet with her face nuzzled into Jen's pussy. She lapped up the last of the urine and continued licking as she slid two of her fingers into Jen's pussy while rubbing her own clit with the other hand. Even before that, my cock had become rigid and was standing up and out from my crotch. I wanted to fuck one of them, but couldn't decide which. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 05 Having made my choice, I finally spoke. "Jen, sit on the back edge of the tub so Jo can lean over and eat your pussy. Jo, stand up and bend over so your butt is close to me." Both girls did as they were instructed. Once Jo's ass was close to me, I gripped her ass cheeks and spread them apart. If I didn't know better I'd have thought I was staring at Jenn's ass and pussy... smooth and oh, so fuckable! I inched closer to the side of the tub and positioned my cock between Jo's pussy lips, and then eased into her. She was soaked so my cock entered without any resistance. Now holding her hips, I started pumping in and out of her. I watched her eating Jen's pussy and could see the pleasure in Jen's expressions. Every few thrusts I'd hear one of them moan delightfully. In just a few minutes, Jen asked for permission to cum and I granted it. Afterwards, I instructed them to exchange positions so Jo would get to enjoy Jen's tongue working her clit and I'd be able to fuck Jen. After a bit more time passed, Jo begged to be allowed to cum, and I told her to go ahead. As I saw her flail about during her orgasm, I felt myself about to explode and thrust a few more times before I did, spurting lots of cum just barely inside Jen's pussy. "Okay, Jo, let's find out if you like the taste of my cum. Get over here and clean your sister's cunny." Jo moved from the back side of the tub and knelt behind Jen. She watched as some of the cum leaked out before summoning up the courage to gulp it in and lick it all out. Even after she'd gotten it all, she kept licking up and down between Jen's pussy lips and then up and around her ass hole, and then back down to insert her tongue inside Jen's pussy. I watched every erotic second of it and then asked her, "Well? What did you think?" Jo smiled broadly and said, "More, please!" Jen looked over her shoulder and said, "Where's mine, sir?" I looked at both of them and answered, "Sorry, but you'll both have to wait a little while. I'm not like the young studs in the porn films." Jen spun around and looked down at her sister. "Don't listen to him, sis. He's better than the guys in porn. He knows exactly what we need and he'll either take it from us or give it to us when the time is right, but I wouldn't mind just a taste right now." She looked up at me and asked, "May I suck out anything that might still be left in your cock, sir?" I glanced down at my cock and saw a thin string of cum about to let go of the tip. "Go for it, slut. Don't waste it." Jen quickly got her mouth under the droplet and caught it as it fell. She then licked her lips and sucked my cock into her mouth. Jo crawled in between Jen and me and started licking my balls. As fantastic as it felt, I knew I'd have to put a stop to it soon or I'd be done for the day, and I didn't want that! "Okay, you two... time for a break! We all need to wash and get ready for the rest of the day. You two need to rinse out the tub first. Play with the whirlpool jets some if you want, but as soon as the tub is clean, we're all taking a shower together. I'm pretty sure I'll need help washing my ass, if nothing else. Okay?" In unison, the sisters answered, "Yes, sir!" Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 05 Irenes breathing quickened, she looked at Gavin. He had stopped undressing and was watching the two women intently. She knew that this was turning him on and was willing to go along with it to please him. Gavin watched as his wife undid the last button and pulled the blouse down Irenes shoulders. Irene shuffled it from her arms. Elaine looked down at the red lacy bra that enclosed Irenes breasts. "You're all in red. That's a lovely bra," she said. Irene felt a warm rush of pride, she realised that she had been worried about being judged by another woman. Elaine was doing a very good job of putting her at ease. "Thank you" she said. Elaine was getting excited, she could feel her pussy tingling and it was feeling very lubricated. She looked over at Gavin. He just stood there with his hand on his zip staring at the two of them. She considered asking him to help undress Irene but then thought better of it. Perhaps she would not want him pawing at her; she did not want to scare Irene off. Besides, she was enjoying this too much. Part of her wished Gavin was not present. She felt a little inhibited by him, what he would think of her molesting another woman. She shook these worries aside and knelt on the floor in front of Irene. Taking hold of Irenes stocking covered leg, she eased the shiny black high heeled shoe from her left foot. She massaged the foot and toes with firm but gentle fingers. She wanted to kiss the foot and suck the toes but thought it might be taking things a bit far too soon. After all, despite the fact, they had all come to the bedroom with a view to having orgasms, neither she nor Irene had given any real indication that they would be personally intimate with each other. She repeated the action with Irenes right foot. Before releasing this foot however she raised it to her lips and gave the toes a playful little kiss while looking directly into Irenes eyes. Irene was transfixed by this act of gentle kindness; it felt wonderful to have someone massage her feet with such tenderness. Only a woman could be so gentle and unselfish. When Elaine kissed her toes Irene closed her eyes, bathing in the moment. The closed eyes gave Elaine permission to continue. She lightly breathed in the aroma of Irenes foot; it was warm slightly musky but mainly it smelled of the leather shoe that it had been encased in. She ran her tongue across the base of the toes on the underside of Irenes stocking covered foot. They tasted slightly salty. Irene groaned. Her eyes remained shut. Elaine sucked the big toe into her mouth and ran her tongue around it. Irene sighed and lay back across the bed. Feet did not especially turn Elaine on. She figured that Irene was a woman like her and since Elaine knew that, she would enjoy having this done; so why would Irene be different. "Forget everything that has ever happened until now." His cock ordered his brain. "This is the best thing ever. Clear space and remember everything." He looked down at Irene lying across his bed, her eyes were closed and she was obviously getting into having his wife kiss her toes and undress her. The red bra that covered the brown nipples he knew to be underneath had a front clip. He let go of his still fastened zip and leaned down to undo the bra. His touch surprised her and she opened her eyes and looked into his as he popped the clip and pulled the two cups aside. Her exposed nipples pointed straight at him, they were very hard. Irene began to breathe heavily. Gavin wanted to grab her tits and squeeze and suck. Irene wanted to raise her arms and grab his cock. Neither of them moved, they knew that from Elaines point of view this was a first for them all, they should be treading tentatively. Elaine looked up from her kneeling position to see Gavin leaning over Irene undoing her bra. She felt a mild pang of jealousy. Not because Gavin was obviously, being turned on by another woman, not because he was not paying her any attention, but because she herself had wanted to remove Irenes bra. She kissed the inside of Irenes ankle and calf and gently put her foot down. She shuffled forward between Irenes legs which dangled down over the edge of the bed they were covered by her calf length red skirt. Elaine looked at Irenes tits she imagined feeling them, and her cunt twitched. She was surprised that Gavin had not grabbed them by now. Irene herself raised her hands to her own breasts and began to knead them, all the while looking at Gavin. Elaine felt for the zipper at the side of Irenes skirt and pulled it down, and popped the button. She grasped the sides of the skirt and slowly pulled. Irene, aware of what Elaine was doing, raised her bum a little. The skirt slid away and off. Elaine was now staring at the deep pink hairy gash between the legs of a woman whom she had hardly known until that morning. Elaines own fanny was aching. Gavin watched as his wife removed his lovers skirt to expose the hairy tangle that he had so recently tasted. His cock was actually hurting. He dare not touch it, he wanted to save this cum for as long as possible this afternoon. Irene moaned at the thought of the husband and wife staring at her exposed vagina, she ran her right hand down her body, over her black suspender belt and through her cunt hair to her clitoris, which she began to rub. Her left hand continued to knead her breast. Irene was masturbating in front of them. Elaine was transfixed, she was massively turned on by seeing Irene rubbing herself, but she also desperately wanted to do it for her. She looked up at Gavin he was still leaning over Irene he too was watching her intently. Gavin glanced at her; they both recognised the lust in each other for this new body stretched out before them. He gave her a tense smile and winked. She smiled back. In that moment they had given each other the permission they each needed. Elaine rocked back on her haunches and began peeling her sweatshirt off, her bra quickly followed it to the floor leaving her completely naked. Gavin straightened up and peeled down his trousers releasing what must have been at that moment the hardest cock on the planet. He too stood there completely naked. Elaine gasped at the rigid cock meat in front of her; she recognised that it was especially hard she wanted to feel it. She climbed on the bed next to Irene. Gavin joined her; they were each on their knees facing one another. They smiled and kissed. Elaine reached for his cock and gave it a tug. "Good grief, it's like rock," she said. "Irene, look at this." She held the cock at the base. Irene already was looking at it, she yearned to touch it, she rubbed and squeezed herself harder and faster. "Can I touch it?" She asked quietly. The question was directed at Elaine not Gavin. "Help yourself," Elaine said. Now it was her that was finding this whole thing amazing. She had just given a naked woman permission to play with her husbands penis. Gavin just grinned. Irene let go of her breast and reached up her hand to grasp Gavins cock. She began to pump and squeeze it. "It's lovely," she said, again to Elaine as if complimenting her on a prize bloom. Elaine watched as the naked woman with the very hairy cunt tossed her husbands penis. She was ready to cum. She gave her pink nipples a hard tweak, and then began to rub her clitoris. She surprised herself with amount of lubrication her vagina had made. She was sopping wet. Irene continued to tug on Gavins cock, but she was watching Elaine. Irene had a sudden urge to help her; the thought of frigging both husband and wife at the same time was so outrageous to her that she almost came. Irene struggled to her knees. The three of them were now all on their knees facing one another in a circle. Irene eased her tugging on Gavins penis and slowly inched her fingers down towards Elaines cunt. Elaine had her eyes closed and was rubbing her cunt hard and fast, she was gasping. Irenes hand touched Elaines rubbing fingers and they instantly stopped moving. Elaine opened her eyes and looked at Irene's hand, then into Irenes eyes, which were asking "Do you want me to?" Elaine pulled her own hand away from her soaking cunt lips and used it to mash Irenes fingers into her soggy wetness. This was the first time that Irene had ever touched or been touched by another woman. A few hours ago, the idea would probably have repulsed her, but right now, she desperately wanted to please Elaine, and she had a growing and almost primeval yearning to be touched by her. She thrust two fingers into Elaines clutching vagina. She was rewarded with a deep and guttural groan. Irene continued to pump Gavins cock her hand almost on autopilot. Gavin was closer to cumming than he had intended, he had wanted to postpone it as long as possible. However, kids in candy stores often fill up too quickly and end up being sick. Elaine leaned her face across close to Irenes. They kissed, they kissed again, Elaine put her tongue into Irenes mouth, and Irene reciprocated. Gavin squirted sperm over both of their bellies and collapsed. The girls finally broke their kiss and looked down at him. He was literally quivering. "Men," said Irene. "Just can't stay the distance," commented Elaine. Irene reached out a finger and scooped up some of his love cream that was dribbling down Elaines round belly. She popped it in her mouth. "mmmm," she said. Elaine was surprised, but she followed suit, wiping some cum from Irenes rib cage and licking it. Both the women looked at each other and laughed, then they embraced each other mashing their bodies and tits together, rubbing the semen into their torsos. Gavin looked up at them from his prone position and moaned. He was out of the game already and it had only just started. His brain was shouting to his cock, "come back. Where are you?" It got no reply. The women entwined their arms and kissed each other, a long deep saliva swapping tongue kiss. It was Elaine that finally broke the kiss she brought her hand up between them and felt Irenes breasts. They were much smaller than her own, but when her fingers caught against the nipple, she let out a small gasp of surprise. Irenes nipples were much more prominent and harder than her own. "Boohoo, these are nice," she said. She lowered her head and sucked Irenes left nipple into her mouth, and began to roll her tongue around it. Irene felt her cunt contract, Elaine was very good at this. Elaine decided that it was time to get her first feel of another womans cunt. She dropped her hand down between them and rubbed it across the twisted mat of pubic hair. Her fingers extended and she managed to spread Irenes cunt lip. She slid a finger across her fiery hot slit. "Oh that feels good," she breathed, her mouth still full of nipple. "You're telling me," trembled Irene. Gavin watched in awe. This was really happening. The women parted and Irene lay down on the bed. Her head was by Gavins feet. Elaine lay beside her on the opposite side to Gavin, she was propped on her elbow and had one leg over Irenes Irene turned her head and was able to suckle on Elaines ample right tit; she grasped the left one in her slender hand and squeezed it. Elaine watched Irenes head bobbing up and down. Gavin looked on. His cock was doing its very best but was still not responding to the shouts of his brain. He reached out and stroked Irenes legs they were still encased in stockings. Elaine watched; she ran her hand down Irenes body to her cunt; Irene grunted and spread her legs a little. Elaines fingers played in Irenes hairy slit rubbing and slipping up and down its length. Then she lifted the same fingers to her mouth and very tentatively she licked them. Gavins cock grew an extra inch. She closed her eyes and gently waved her fingers under her nose sniffing deeply. She opened her eyes and looked straight at Gavin, at the same time she again dipped her fingers into Irenes honey pot. "Fuck," thought Gavin, "she recognised the smell, from last night." "Hmmmmmmm. You smell fantastic," said Elaine, kissing the top of Irenes bobbing head. "Panic over" said his brain. Elaine ran her fingers through the dripping valley once more, this time holding them out to Gavin "Taste these, she's fabulous," said his wife. He did and she was. His cock was making a come back. His wife looked at him, "Irene has never been eaten, why don't you show her how it's done? If that's OK with you Irene?" Irene grunted approval, she continued sucking nipple and now she had a hand between Elaines legs searching out her clitoris. Irene wanted to cum and she wanted Elaine to cum with her. Gavins mind was in a whirl. His wife had just asked him to lick Irenes fanny. Irene was fingering his wife. He had squirted cum all over the pair of them. What was missing? His brain came up with a goody. "She's never been eaten and you've never done the eating," he lay down the challenge. Elaines heart beat quickened. She liked that idea. She so desperately wanted to bury her face into another womans cunt. She wanted to lick and taste and smell another woman. The fact that Irene had such an earthy natural vagina made her all the more desirable. She was held back by her not wanting to push Irene too far down the road of lesbian sex, in case she was put off. "I'd be willing to try that," offered Irene. "I'd like to do the same for you." she continued, "unless you'd find it just too gross." Irene wanted to please Elaine, she thought that if Elaine were willing to lick her intimate areas then the least she could do would be to return the favour. She had an overwhelming desire to give Elaine an orgasm. She did not want lesbian sex, she wanted Elaine sex. "Irene, my heart is pounding just thinking of it." Elaine reached between her own legs and ran a finger across her slit, and then she offered the glistening finger to Irenes lips. Irene closed her eyes and took the plunge. She tentatively licked Elaines most intimate juice from her finger. "Mmmmmm," she purred. "I've never done this before, I hope I can please you." "Neither have I, let's get it wrong together," Elaine smiled. Irene looked down the bed at an utterly transfixed Gavin. "Move over Gavin I want to lick your wife's vagina." She had a wicked grin on her face. She bent forwards, pushed him out of the way and changed ends of the bed. Elaine and Irene were now facing one anothers crotch. Gavin sat up then stood up next to the bed. His legs were shaking. They were going to sixty-nine. He could not contain his own excitement. His cock was hard again. Given the extra room on the bed, the women shuffled to the centre, Irene pushed Elaine onto her back then proceeded to climb on top of her. Irene stared down at the shaven cunt lips gaping open just inches from her face, she continued to look for several seconds. Elaines scent filled her nostrils, it was a mild metallic, fishy fragrance. It was not a particularly pleasant smell to her female nose but she found it incredibly rude, dirty, erotic. She had set out this morning to fuck Gavin, and now here she was to lick his wifes vaginal juices. She never imagined that she had any sort of lesbian tendencies but right now if she had to choose, Gavin or his wife she would definitely stay right where she was, peering into Elaines hot cunt. Irene extended her stiffened tongue and ran it across Elaines hooded clitoris and down towards her hole. She felt Elaine shudder. So she did it again, then again and again. Elaine seemed to like it. Irene relaxed into it, her tongue softened and her strokes became longer and wetter. Irenes hands were under Elaines bum holding her thighs open. She had been concentrating so much on Elaines cunt that she had not really registered what Elaine had been doing to her own soaking wet vagina, suddenly she heard Elaine make a loud grunting animal noise and she felt herself pulled firmly down by the thighs, Elaines face mashed against her vagina. When Irene had swung her leg over and climbed on top presenting her with a worms eye view of her incredibly hairy cunt, Elaine had stopped breathing. Nothing had ever turned her on as much as the sight and smell that she was presented with. She spent forever just looking; taking in the wanton beauty of the unkempt tangle of hair, flesh and glistening juice that hovered just inches above her face. She raised her arms up and around Irenes slender outer thighs, and closed her fingers around the cheeks of her bum, allowing her to pull Irenes buttocks wider to give her a fuller view. The aroma of Irenes vagina was almost overpowering, it was familiar yet different. To Elaine the sweat tinged, musky perfume emanating from the vagina above her just screamed 'woman' to her, she loved it. Suddenly she was brought out of her trance by the amazing feeling and realisation that another woman had just poked her tongue into her vagina. She gasped as the tongue continued to lap back and forth tingling across her clitoris. A feeling of total animal lust spread throughout her. With almost a roar she pulled Irene to her face. Elaine pushed her nose into Irenes sticky opening, her mouth covered Irenes puffy little lips and clitoris, while her tongue mashed against the hairy flesh she shook her head from side to side. Elaines frenzied assault on Irenes cunt carried on for over a minute. More than twenty years of hidden bi-sexual yearnings ran through her tongue and into Irenes cunt. Irene had stopped attending to her duties, paralysed by the feelings that Elaine was generating in her cunt. She could hardly breathe from the enormity of her imminent orgasm. "I'm cummingggggggg" she squealed, The nerve jangling euphoria spread through her at the speed of a bullet, it started at her tiny clitoris and shook through her entire body in wave after wave of orgasmic relief. She bucked her groin even harder into Elaine face. She pressed her own face between Elaines trembling thighs and against the quivering vaginal lips that lay at their centre. Hearing Irene declare her orgasm, pushed Elaine herself over the edge, she came, and came, and she came. Irene bucked and writhed against her while Elaine could not move such was the laser like intensity of the orgasms that were pulsing through her body. After a year or so the pair began to calm down, their breathing returned, they were still locked together face to cunt, they glistened with sweat. Irene began to laugh and giggle, Elaine began to sob. They both felt the same massive release of stress at the fulfilment of a dream that neither would have admitted to having. Gavin had been watching from the sidelines, he recognised that there was no place for a penis in these moments of pure feminine lust. He had watched in a state of rampant excitement as Irene had lowered her head between his wife's legs. "I've got to remember this moment," he thought. Neither of the women noticed that he had left the room only to return seconds later with his camera. He had just re-entered the room at the point where his wife pulled Irenes cunt over her face with a roar that came straight from the stone age. He clicked a couple of pictures, but he was almost beside himself with excitement, at what was occurring in front of him. He wanted to tug on his cock, he wanted to fuck something the moment they finished this tongue swirling cunt attack. He put the camera to record video and placed it on the dresser next to the bed. The camera had a big memory card in it and would record at least forty-five minutes. The air in the room reeked of sex, his cum, their cunt juice, perfume and sweat. The very air was making his cock harder and harder. The women were writhing and bucking before him. He could see that Irene was cumming hard. He went and stood at the end of the bed, he looked down at his wife's face mashing into Irenes hairy mess, exactly where his face had been yesterday. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 05 He tugged his cock, "not too much" he thought, "I'm not wasting the next one." Elaine had her face away from the hairy vagina; she was smiling up at him and sobbing. "Thank you" she silently mouthed to him. He smiled back and pursed his lips sending her a kiss. He was happy that she was happy. He leant over and rubbed and patted Irenes pert bum, which was quivering above his wifes head. "Are you OK Irene?" He asked, it was a stupid question he could hear her giggling into his wifes fanny. He wanted to remind her that he was here. "Hmmmmmmmm," she replied. Elaine regaining a little composure looked at her husband up through a mass of Irenes dark hair and bum cheeks she could see his hard cock bobbing around, she instinctively reached out and took hold of it and started wanking him. Gavin felt a twinge of disappointment, frankly he wanted to fuck, ideally he wanted to fuck Irene, he could do his wife anytime. "He's hard again Irene," said Elaine. "Hmmmmmm," replied Irene her face still stuck in Elaines cunt. "Would you like him in you?" Elaine asked. Gavin looked down at his wife; she had a devilish grin on her face. Irene raised her head "Ohhhhhh. Can I? Please can I have him?" she panted. Even with the orgasm she had just had, her cunt felt like it needed something in there to finish off the job. Elaine wanted to give this gift to Irene the woman she had just cum with. "Stay right there," she instructed Irene. Elaine pulled Gavin by the cock onto the bed, he was on his knees, she guided him to Irenes entrance then flopped her head back to watch from below. The women in their sixty-nine position, Irene on top with Gavins cock head at the entrance to her vagina, and it was being filmed. "Today's been quite good," said his brain. "Don't forget we fucked Paula this morning." Reminded his cock. Gavin thrust his hips and slid into Irene. "Ahhhhhhh fuck," she moaned into Elaines cunt. "It looks so good from down here," said Elaine, gazing up at her husband piercing another womans vagina. "God she's soooo fucking tight," thought Gavin, but did not say it he did not want Elaine starting a comparison war. Irene started to push herself back and forth on his pole using him like a dildo. Gavin remained motionless he wanted this to last. He looked down, he could see his cock disappearing into the hairy tangle of Irenes cunt and just above that, he could make out another hairy depression that was her arse hole. He licked his finger parted the hairs and found the puckered entrance to her bowls. He eased his moistened finger tip into her, Irene bucked against his cock and finger. He took that as an encouragement and pushed his finger deeper. He could feel his cock sliding in and out of Irenes vagina through the thin wall of flesh that separated it from his finger. Irene was crashing headlong through any barriers that existed between her and rationality. Her cunt was clutching the biggest cock she had known in a long, long time and her little brown pucker was being finger fucked. Gavin was fucking her; he had been the object of her unspoken fantasies for many, many years. Better yet, it was at his wifes request that he stick it in her. His wife whose cunt she had been licking and was right here in front of her. Feeling Gavins finger delve deeper into her bum, gave her the urge to share. She poked her own middle digit into Elaine's un-expecting anus. It easily slid in all the way with the aid of the copious amounts of fluid that Elaine had produced. Elaine gave a sharp intake of breath. From where she was, she could not see Gavin probing Irenes bum hole, the sudden perforating of her own took her by surprise. Gavin had often stuck his fingers in there, he seemed to get off on it, but she could never really see the attraction. She thought it must be a man thing. The fact that Irene had just thrust her finger into the dark hole made her reconsider. "That's so fucking rude, that is fucking disgusting, that is so fucking dirty" she thought the burning sensation in her bum turning to an eager clenching in her cunt. Now she was getting it. Elaine looked up at the underside of her husbands scrotum as it swung back and firth slapping at Irenes clitoris. She grinned and in one strong swift movement, jammed her entire forefinger up his arse and began to wiggle it. "Fucking Hell!" he shouted. "That was unexpected," his brain mentioned to his cock. "Give it a moment," replied his cock. Elaine began to finger fuck his arse. Irene finger fucked her arse. Gavin stuffed a second digit up Irenes bum. Irene began to cum again. It built slowly as a throb and then quickened to a freight train hitting her cunt at a thousand miles an hour. She went rigid and whispered "I'm cumming againnnnnn....." Gavin remained motionless, he could feel her spasming on his cock, if he thrust he too would cum and he did not want that just yet. Irene fell forward and off his cock and fingers, simultaneously she pulled her own fingers from Elaines bum. She fell to the side and rolled over onto her back, exhausted and wet with sweat. The sudden withdrawal of her fingers from her bum left Elaine wanting. Gavin was left astride his wifes head. He grasped his cock to wank onto her tits and enjoy the amazing experience of having her finger his arse. "Fuck my arse Gavin." Elaine urgently demanded. "What?" "Fuck my arse" "What?" "Put it in my arse" "What?" "Cum in my arse." She pulled her finger from his hole and wriggled from underneath him, ending up on all fours where Irene had been a moment ago. Gavin was in shock. His wife was asking him to take her up the back after twenty years of avoiding it, on the same afternoon that she had turned into a bi-sexual slut. "Let's go," said his cock, his brain saw no reason to argue. Elaines little brown star winked at him, he lined up the head of his cock with the puckered little opening and began to push. The hole stayed shut. With each advance of his cock, her bum was pushed away. He could not get it in. Irene watched in amusement. She put her mouth to Elaines ear "Relax," she whispered, "Relax and let him in." She stoked her hair and kissed her cheek. "Relax, it won't hurt if you relax." Irene came around to Gavins end and dribbled saliva onto Elaines brown hole and Gavins cock head. "Gently," she instructed him, "and slow," she stroked Elaines rump, "slowly." Gavin gently pushed his slippery cock against Elaines relaxed opening, the head popped easily past her sphincter. Elaine gave a little "oh" of surprise. "Slowly," whispered Irene. Gavin eased forward a fraction at a time. It took almost ten minutes to gently ease his cock all the way into Elaines bowl, all the while hey received soothing encouragement from Irene their naked instructor. Elaine adjusted to the fact that she had a penis inside her rectum for the first time, after the first five minutes, she had begun to really enjoy it, and now she was ready to start humping. Irene was kneeling by Gavin whispering encouragement and stroking Elaines bum and occasionally her clitoris. When Elaine began to rock back and forth on Gavins prick, he gasped and grabbed for Irenes tits. Irene leaned forward and kissed him. With Irenes tongue in his mouth and his hands squeezing her tits he emptied shot after shot of spunk deep into the tight clinging bowels of his wife. On feeling the jerking head firing cool fluid into her virgin rectum, Elaine gave a huge sigh of satisfaction. When she was sure he had finished she simply collapsed face down on the bed, pulling herself from his rapidly shrinking penis. She fell asleep almost instantly. Gavin also wanted to sleep but Irene wanted to kiss, so they did. Finally, they were disturbed by Louise knocking at the door returning the kids from their visit to the park. Gavin put on a bath robe and answered the door, "I was going in the shower he explained." "Shall I get my rubber duck?" Louise teased. "I'm all ducked out right now," he replied. "Thanks for having the kids." "Anytime," she said. He closed the door and sent his daughters to watch a video explaining that the grown-ups would join them soon. Back upstairs the women were hurriedly getting dressed. Gavin followed suit. He looked at the dresser. His camera had, at some point shut itself off. He would check how much he got on film later. Right now, all he wanted was a beer. They all finished dressing. They came together in a circle and kissed one another flicking their three tongues together. They descended the stairs slowly and reluctantly, the women contemplating how this afternoon may have changed their lives forever. Gavin wondering who had won the football, flicked on the TV. "What's for tea?" he asked. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 06 The events of the afternoon had served to sober up Irene and Elaine, but Irene was still well over the driving limit. She would stay the night and drive home in the morning. They all looked forward to bedtime. Irenes husband was working away so her eighteen-year-old son, Robert, was at home on his own. She phoned Robert to explain that she could not drive. Robert was of course delighted to have the house to himself. At nine o'clock after a light meal and some more wine, the kids were put to bed and the grown ups sat around chatting. Gavin was doing his best to catch up on the womens intake of alcohol; he was feeling very relaxed, very happy. He closed his eyes to try to index the events of the past couple of days. He was asleep in minutes. Elaine and Irene sat on a sofa across from Gavin sprawled out in his chair, he was breathing quite heavily through his mouth obviously asleep. The two women looked at him and smiled at each other. "They just can't take the pace," said Elaine, meaning men in general. "He went at just the right pace this afternoon," giggled Irene. She looked at Elaine and suddenly felt a huge wave of gratitude. "I want to thank you for this afternoon, sharing your husband like that. It really has been a long time since I had any sort of sex life that involved me enjoying myself. I never imagined being with a woman, but you really pushed all my buttons. I hope I managed to please you a little in that department." Elaine took her by the hand, "Irene, I had something locked up deep inside, you let it loose today, and for that I will always be grateful. I didn't know you were unhappy at home, having had a threesome with Gavin I thought you might have wanted me to return the favour with your husband." Irene laughed aloud. "My husband! I wouldn't impose that prick on anyone least of all a sweet thing like you." "I must admit I am relieved, I'm not sure Gavin would be over the moon at the idea." Irene looked thoughtful for a moment. She knew that Gavin had been attempting to bed Paula behind Elaines back. She was also aware that she had seduced Gavin into oral sex with her also behind Elaines back. She was uncomfortable with the double standards. "Do you want to have sex with another man?" Irene asked. "I would never do anything to jeopardise my marriage." "You mean you would like to but you'd be scared of the consequences." "I suppose so, I've never seriously considered it, I've never had the opportunity either." "What if you knew for sure that there would be no come back? No consequences, no way that Gavin would find out." Elaine got suspicious. "You have something definite in mind. What are you thinking of?" A wicked grin spread across Irene's face. "Take me to bed. I'll tell you later." She stood up and held out her hand to Elaine. "What about Gavin?" Elaine asked. "Wake him if you want to." Irene replied. Elaine stood and led Irene out of the room, "maybe later" she said. Irene followed Elaine upstairs to the bedroom. They kissed. "I'm going to lick your cunt," whispered Irene. Elaine had never been used to dirty talk, but those words got her juices flowing. "I want to finger your arse," she ventured. She felt a thrill as the words passed her lips, it was so rude, doubly so as this was a woman that she was about to get into bed with and without her husband knowing. She was sure that Gavin would not mind her and Irene together while he slept. The two women kissed some more, their tongues exploring each others mouths, their hands undressing each other. It was not long until they stood totally naked before each other. "I could do with a shower," said Irene. "Me too," said Elaine, "follow me." She led Irene to the walk-in shower in the bathroom. They stood under the water and washed each other, giggling as they each washed the others genitals and bums. They soaped one anothers breasts and fondled each other. "You have lovely breasts," said Irene, "I wish mine were as big as yours." "But you have nice nipples, so long and hard," replied Elaine, leaning down and sucking on Irenes left teat. They kissed and fondled each other some more, finally Irene sank to her knees, "turn around," she instructed Elaine. With Elaine now positioned as if for a search, Irene buried her face into her arse crack, breathing deeply through her nose she tongued Elaines lubricating crack. Elaine was instantly on the brink of orgasm, "God my vagina is so open. I've got another woman licking my juicy cunt and breathing my arse," she thought. "Lick my hole you slut!" The words just popped into her brain and jumped out of her mouth. In response Irene pushed her tongue harder into Elaines red swollen opening. "Make me cum you whore!" Elaine pushed her arse back towards Irenes face. "Lick my stinky cunt juice you fucking bitch," Elaine just did not care any more, the words were leaving her mouth faster than her brain could check them. The words were turning her on as much as Irenes tongue. "Sniff my slit you filthy cunt licker." Irene slid her middle finger into Elaines gaping vagina and her index finger past the tight sphincter into her arse. Cunt and bowel instantly gripped them and began convulsing. "Irene! I'm cumming. I'm cumming. I'm cumming on your fingers." She panted the words as her vagina rippled over Irenes fingers. Her orgasm spasmed through her. Irene slowly pulled her fingers from Elaines grasping orifices. She planted a kiss on the trembling fleshy arse cheeks in front of her. Elaine straightened up, turned around and kissed Irene; pushing her tongue deep into her lovers mouth, twisting and tickling Irenes own tongue. They broke the kiss. "That was fantastic," breathed Elaine, "you know I didn't really mean those things don't you?" "It's OK, when you do it. I'll be your 'dirty cunt licking whore' anytime you want." smiled Irene. "It's such a turn on for me to talk like that," laughed Elaine. They climbed out of the shower and rubbed each other dry with big bath towels. "Come to bed Irene, I've got something to show you." They returned to the bedroom and naked they lay on the bed. Elaine caught a glimpse of Irene's glistening red gash as she climbed onto the bed and felt an urge to grab at her. "What have you got to show me?" asked Irene. Elaine reached into the drawer of her bedside table and pulled out half a dozen 'toys'. "Gavin bought these for us but I've only ever used the rabbit." She patted the familiar big pink vibrator that had filled her cunt and rubbed her clit so often. Irene reached and picked it up; she held it to her nose and sniffed. "I can tell you use this a lot," she grinned. Irene dropped the rabbit and looked at the other sex aids strewn across the bed. "What is this?" she asked. It was a wobbly blue stick of spheres increasing in size towards a loop which formed a handle. "Gavin said they're anal beads," said Elaine, "they go up your bum and you pull them out as you are cumming. We've never tried them." "I definitely want to try them," said Irene, "it looks so long, surely they wouldn't all go in." "Up until today, I didn't like my bum touched. Now I've had your fingers and Gavin's cock up there, I really want to try more," replied Elaine. "I've always masturbated with a finger up my bum," said Irene, "I just love the dirtiness of it." she eyed the small butt plug on the bed, "mines much bigger than that." "It's never been used either," responded Elaine. "Tell you what, you put that in me and I'll put the beads in you." She produced a tube of KY jelly from the drawer. Irene snapped around onto all fours and waved her hairy cunt and arse in the air, "Please put something in me, I'm really ready." Elaine squirted lube over the anal beads and put the tiny tip directly against Irenes wrinkled anus. Irene was excited, her cunt was pulsing. When she felt the cold tip of the anal beads pressing against her she thrust herself backwards trying to capture the intruder with her puckered brown chasm. Elaine pushed back at her and all but two of the beads rushed into Irene's hungry bowels. "Ahhhhhhh" exclaimed Irene, "that felt so good, are there any more?" "Two big ones" replied Elaine "I don't think your tiny bum hole could take them." "I want them all." Irene felt at the protruding toy with her own hand and began to push herself onto the next bead, with a loud grunt of satisfaction it popped past her sphincter. Elaine not to be outdone grabbed the butt plug and took up the all fours position next to the grunting Irene. They both panted and grunted as the remainder of their toys slipped up into their bowels. "Fucking hell this is big!" exclaimed Elaine. "I'm not sure I can move with this thing piercing me," panted Irene, "but my cunt could do with filling." Elaine scooted back on the bed to find another toy, with the plug in place she could move freely, but she was really enjoying having it up her, and sharing the self same experience with another female was equally exciting. She lifted a weird shaped red vibrator, it was about seven inches long but it had a kink in the shaft near its tip. "Let me try this on you" Elaine said. "What does that do?" "It rubs your G spot, it's really good, Gavin say's a woman can ejaculate if you rub her the right way." "What??? Actually squirt?" "So he says. I've never been able to do it, but I must admit I have felt on the brink of peeing when he's used it on me, I just can't let myself go to the next stage." "I don't think I've got a G spot" "Gavin showed me mine, it's easy to find." Elaine inserted two fingers into Irene and hooked them downwards towards her pelvic bone and began to feel. "There's a little rough spot just around about ... here." She pressed down and Irene moaned loudly. "ooooooooooooh. Do that again." Elaine pressed and rubbed again. "Bloody hell!" Irene squealed. "Would you like to try the vibrator?" "I'm not sure I dare, that felt really weird." Elaine placed the crooked tip of the toy against the wet red gash of Irenes cunt. She used her fingers to pry the matted tangle of hair apart. The toy slipped inside Irene. "Tell me when I find the spot." Elaine instructed and moved the vibrator around a little seeking out Irenes hidden G spot. "Nearly, nearly ....... Nearly .... There, that's it. I think" Elaine twisted the base of the toy, it buzzed into life, it was indeed the spot. Irene gasped and convulsed. The feeling was primeval, extraordinary feelings of wanting to push and squeeze. Elaine rubbed the buzzing phallus around the spot occasionally levering it against Irenes pubic bone. "I'm so close....." Irene stuttered she was finding it difficult even to breathe. Elaine knew what Irene was feeling, she had been here several times but she found the desperate urge to pee an insurmountable obstacle, she just could not bring herself to let go and 'wet the bed'. She wanted Irene to let go, she did not care if it was cum or piss that came out of the winking cunt hole in front of her, she just wanted Irene to cum." I can't... I can't .....I.." Elaine gave a little tug on the looped end of the anal beads, Irene squealed, and using her left hand she reached back between her legs and began a vigorous rubbing on her clitoris all the while she gave out a whine "I.....I......I.." After several minutes of this Irene was coated in a sheen of perspiration. "Cum for me Irene, cum for me, let it cum, let it flow through you, just let go." Elaine twisted the beads in Irenes anus and levered the vibrator sharply against her G spot. The desire to cum and pee was simply overwhelming, Irene let it go, so what if she did piss the bed, "I'm cummmmmingggg." Elaine started to pull the beads from her lesbian lovers anus, Irene screamed literally at the top of her voice "aaaahhhhhhhaaaaahhhhh," her cunt walls convulsed and a hot clear liquid spurted from her vagina splattering over Elaines tits. More and more liquid spewed from her spurt after spurt. Elaine had withdrawn the vibrator and most of the beads; she instinctively covered the hole with her hand. She laughed out loud "it's literally the finger in the dyke" she thought. Elaine was so proud of herself and Irene; this was a special moment a purely female moment. Irene collapsed forward she was shaking and convulsing. "Fucking hell, what did you do to me?" she said. "That was the biggest cum I've ever had, ever will have. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She slowly became aware of the moisture that coated her body, "Did I make a mess?" "A bit, but who cares, I'm really jealous now. You actually squirted, you ejaculated." "What came out?" "There was only about half a cupful, I don't think it's pee though, it doesn't smell like pee, and it's quite clear not yellow. It doesn't taste of much," Elaine said licking her lips. Irene realised for the first time that Elaine was covered in her ejaculate. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry. I nearly drowned you. Only half a cupful? It felt like gallons." "Don't apologise, I wouldn't have missed any of that." "We need to get a little cleaned up here," said Irene. The beads lay on the duvet, the end ones were smeared with Irenes shit, Elaine plopped the but plug from her arse, "Snap," she said holding up the equally stained device. The two women spent the next half hour cleaning themselves, the toys and changing the duvet, the mattress had survived the ordeal. It was almost two o'clock in the morning when they finally snuggled under the clean duvet together. They kissed and fondled each other and whispered into each others ear about what they were going to do to each other and what they liked about each other and all the other stuff that women like to hear. "Irene?" "Yes darling?" "What were you getting at downstairs when you were asking about me having sex with another man?" "It's not important." "Oh, go on you were thinking of something or someone." "It just that.. I don't know if........ my problem is..." Irene was having difficulty getting whatever it was out. "It doesn't matter what it is. I promise I won't laugh or be put off or cry or anything else, after what we just did you can tell me anything." "I want you to sleep with my son, Robert." ".............. OK, I'm definitely not laughing," said Elaine. She did not know what she had expected but it was not that. "He's eighteen and never had a girlfriend; I think he's probably gay. Whenever I bring up the subject of girls, he suddenly finds something that needs doing and disappears. I've asked him outright if he is gay and he said he wasn't. I thought perhaps if you were to offer yourself to him .. then I'd know for sure." Elaine nodded her head in understanding not agreement. "He probably wouldn't fancy me even if he does like girls." "What eighteen year old boy could resist a 'Mrs. Robinson'? You wouldn't even have to actually have sex with him, just play him along and see if he would be prepared to go through with it." Elaine did not intend to sleep with any male other than her husband, but cock teasing a boy of eighteen with his mothers permission sounded like a lot of fun. "Just like the old days before I met Gavin... OK. I'll do it, but I'm certainly not having sex with him and I don't want Gavin to know... Ever." Irene was truly very grateful; it was as though a weight had been lifted from her. "Thank you, how shall we work it? When could you meet him?" "Tomorrow, invite him here." Elaine knew this was something she would back out of unless they did it immediately. "Now go to sleep." They both slept. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 07 Sometime around 4.00am, Gavin awoke; he was scrunched up in the chair he had fallen asleep in. With a great deal of grunting and stretching he managed to unfurl his body from the cushions. "Where are they?" He was sure he had a wife and lover (or at least a part share in one). Stumbling upstairs like a drunken Quasimodo, he entered his bedroom. There in his bed were his naked wife and her equally naked lesbian lover. He got a little thrill from thinking of them that way. They were spooned up to each other his wife was at the back. Quietly he stripped and climbed carefully into bed with the two nudes. He did not want to wake them he just wanted to bask in the glory of it all. Irene automatically reached out to him and snuggled her head on his chest, her hand lay across his groin. The sun was coming up and the room was quite light. He lifted the cover and looked at Irenes naked form. She really did have a very fit body for a woman of fifty-five. Her bush was a sexy novelty to him but he thought her nipples were perfection. Casually he cupped her right breast; his wife was actually cupping the other one. Once again his cock had hardened, but he was not about to use it, he wanted to save it for Paula later on that morning. "What is work going to be like?" He asked himself. Now he had two lovers at the office. Trouble was Irene obviously did not like Paula and Paula only knew half of the story regarding Irene. "Anyway Paula's off today, so it won't be a problem until Tuesday." He thought. He reached across to his bedside table and picked up his camera, he wanted to see how much of the previous afternoon he had recorded. He watched his wife licking cunt and being licked; he saw himself fucking Irene while Elaine looked on, he saw Irene guiding him into his wifes bum; the camera stopped before his orgasm. He held in his hands a record of the most exciting sex either he or Elaine had ever indulged in. "Wow", came to mind. Gavin dozed for a while before the alarm finally woke all three of them. It was about 6:30am. Elaine and Gavin both kissed Irene good morning and then each other. Then they packed Irene off to the spare room in time for the invasion of their bedroom by their two daughters. After breakfast Irene announced that she had lost her car key, they all spent a while looking for it, eventually it was decided that Gavin would leave for work dropping the kids off at school on the way. Irene and Elaine would continue to search; Irene would follow to work later. Once Gavin had left Irene and Elaine sat and had another cup of coffee. The key thing had been a ruse allowing Irene to stay after Gavin had left it was also a good excuse to get her son to come to the house. "Robert," Irene said to the telephone, "I've lost my car key, could you get the spare from the kitchen drawer then get a taxi and bring it to me?" She gave him the address. Robert had never visited this house; indeed, he had never met Elaine. "He'll be here in about an hour," she told Elaine. Elaine was getting nervous. The last time she had tried to seduce an eighteen year old she had been eighteen herself. "What shall I say to him? What should I wear?" She was actually more afraid of failure than of making a fool of herself. "Unless young boys have changed since my day," said Irene. "I would go for the obvious." She lifted her skirt to demonstrate her silky red knickers and stocking covered thighs. "You look more ready for this than me," laughed Elaine. "OK. Come and help me get dressed." Back in the bedroom Elaine selected her deep purple corset with matching knickers and black stockings. It was the only overtly sexy underwear that she owned and it had hardly ever been worn. "I don't know what that will do for my son, but it's certainly making me wet." Irene joked. "OK. Here's the story; Gavin and Elaine have gone to work. You've gone for a walk to clear your head. I'm the neighbour... Mrs Robinson... looking after the house for a while," suggested Elaine. She liked the fact that Robert would have no idea who she really was. "Sounds OK. Look; I better make myself scarce he'll be here in a minute. I'll hide in the garden for a while. When should I comeback from my pretend walk?" "How long should it take to get a rise from a teenage boy?" "About five seconds. I'll give you an hour?" "OK but no more. If he turns out to be straight then I don't want to let things go too far." Irene made to leave by the back door, Irene hugged Elaine and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Elaine, I really appreciate this and don't worry Gavin will never know. If you wanted to go all the way I wouldn't blame you, Robert is a very good looking boy." She closed the door behind her and went to sit on a garden seat which; due to a large bush, was not visible from the house. Elaine had not even considered what Robert might look like. She had no intention of going all or even part of the way. She should be able to ascertain his sexuality without too much contact. There was a knock at the door. Her heart began to pound. She gathered herself and went to open it. Robert stood on the doorstep his mothers car key in his hand. A taxi was just pulling away from the drive. A middle-aged woman dressed in a black flouncey negligee, which failed to cover her heaving corseted bosom, opened the door. Her short stocking clad legs were topped off by little black feathery slippers. "Hi, I've brought this key for my mother, is she here?" "Hello, you must be Robert. I'm... Mrs Robinson, I live next door. I was just looking after the house while they were all out. Please come in." Elaine stood to one side of the doorway. Robert was forced to brush against her sizeable bosom as he entered the house. "Your mother won't be long, she's just gone for a little walk, she thinks she may have lost her key outside. So you and I have a few minutes to get acquainted. Would you like a drink?" "Thanks, coffee would be good." Robert replied, and sat at on a stool beside a kitchen worktop. Elaine purposefully brushed against him whilst retrieving some cups then leant over to get a jar of coffee giving him first an eyeful of cleavage and then a perfect view of her scantily clad buttocks as she retrieved the milk from the fridge. "Do you have a girlfriend, Robert?" She hoped it sounded like idle gossip. "Not at the moment Mrs. Robinson." "A good looking boy like you should have a girlfriend. I bet you have to fight them off." She presented him with a cup of coffee, which she then proceeded to spill on the counter. The hot liquid splashed onto the floor and onto his trousers. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. Here let me help you." Elaine grabbed a cloth, knelt down and began to wipe hurriedly at his crotch. Up to that point Elaine had been playing a game, she had hardly even looked at Robert, now it suddenly dawned on her that she was wiping a cloth across the very large and hard bulge in an eighteen year old boys trousers. She stopped rubbing, her hand resting on the covered shaft of his penis, her face, just a few inches from it. She realised Robert was very quiet. She could hear him breathing deeply. She raised her head to look at him. His eyes were closed. Robert realised that she had stopped rubbing, and looked down at his crotch, Elaine broke a weak smile at him, "I'm sorry Robert, perhaps you should do this," she offered the cloth. "Please don't stop," he almost pleaded. Elaine felt a wave of pity for him; he was obviously in a state of high arousal, which is exactly where she and his mother had wanted to put him. She now wanted to extricate herself from this situation. "I'm sorry Robert, you misunderstand me, I was only trying to help." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I understand," he said, "girls at school never finish either." "So you do have a girlfriend?" "Not a special one, I don't have the sort of home that I could take a girl to, my father can be a bit abrupt with females. Living where we do it's difficult to go out at night, When I have passed my driving test things should get better." Elaine realised that she still had her hand on his lap. His penis was throbbing under her palm. She felt a very powerful urge to squeeze; Elaine was suddenly feeling very horny. Outside Irene was peering as best she could from her vantage point in the garden. Through gaps in the bush, she could vaguely make out the two figures in the kitchen. Neither of them was looking in her direction. When Elaine had suddenly lurched towards her son, Irene had broken cover and crept closer, she was desperately inquisitive. By the time Elaine had stopped rubbing at her sons crotch, Irene was just a matter of a couple of meters away from them, outside the back door. Irene peered through the letterbox; this afforded her a perfect view of the two occupants of the kitchen. Elaines mind was in turmoil. She was feeling very turned on, she knew the young boy whose penis lay throbbing under her hand was in a similar or worse condition, but she simply could not get her husband out of her mind. She wanted to jump on Robert, but she did not want the guilt that she would surely feel afterwards. She thought of Irene and the mission she had been given. Just the thought that this was Irenes son was a turn on. How many people could boast having both mother and son? "Have you ever been with a girl?" "I'm still a virgin, if that's what you mean?" "But you've kissed a girl, felt her body?" "I've groped a couple of girls from school, squeezed their tits, but they wouldn't let me go any further." "Did they touch you? You know; here," she gave his cock the slightest of squeezes. Robert winced. "They rubbed me like you did but refused to help me finish." Elaine knew that she was going to have to live with the guilt of what she did next. "Would you like me to help you ...finish?" "What do you mean Mrs. Robinson?" Elaine threw away the cloth that she still held, and reached for his zipper, with a firm downward motion she opened his fly. Next, she deftly popped the button at his waistband. His trousers fell open. Robert wore white boxers with three little buttons securing their contents. Elaine carefully and slowly undid each one. Robert was breathing heavily; he could not believe what was happening. He did not know what Mrs. Robinson intended but he knew it was going to be more than he had experienced with a female to date. He watched as the attractive motherly figure on her knees before him popped the buttons on his boxers. He thanked God for the shower he had had before leaving the house. He watched the top of her breasts rise and fall within the tight confines of her corset. He could smell her perfume, would she let him kiss her? Would she let him feel her tits? Would she let him feel her...? Elaine grasped his rod and eased it from his boxer shorts. Robert was a big boy. His cock was easily longer than Gavins and was noticeably thicker; she could not get her fingers and thumb around it. He was circumcised and the big purple head shone like metal. "Good grief," she thought. "Oh my God," he thought. The only thing audible was the loud gasp emitted by the letterbox. Irene had been watching intently. Her thoughts were racing. She was feeling immense relief at learning that her son was indeed; turned on by women. She was feeling sorrow for the fact that he had to-date had no luck in that department. She was feeling worried that she had caused Elaine to lead him on into a situation that she did not want to be in. She was also feeling jealousy at sight of another woman, old enough to be his mother, groping her son. Lastly she was feeling shock, admiration and pride at the size of her sons penis, it was a beauty. All of which cumulated in a very loud intake of breath when the purple headed beast had popped into view. Elaine and Robert both snapped to their feet. Robert assumed correctly that his mother had arrived and had seen what was going on. Elaine had instinctively jumped at being unexpectedly caught doing something very naughty indeed. They both looked towards the door, which they both presumed to be open. The door was closed. Confused they looked at each other then back at the door. Irene on the other side of the door was cursing herself; she did not know what to do. This was very embarrassing. "OK. I have to go in," she thought. She grasped the doorknob and turned it. Sheepishly she peered around the door and stepped into the room. They all spoke at once. "Mum... I'm so sorry I didn't mean..." Said Robert "Robert I'm sorry I wasn't..." Protested Irene "Irene what are you..." Exclaimed Elaine Elaine was very relieved to see Irene come through the door rather than anyone else. She immediately grasped the situation and figured Irenes curiosity had gotten the better of her. "Fair enough," she thought. Then she thought, "What had Irene seen?" Then she remembered Roberts cock. She looked down at his crotch, the single eye on the end of the huge member was pointing with unerring accuracy directly at its mothers face. Irene was staring straight back at it, unable to speak. Robert simply did not know what to do. Elaine took the situation and the penis in hand. "Robert, your mother doesn't want to see this." She said and began struggling with the monster to get it back into its cage. "Irene you're back sooner than I expected, I'm sorry you saw this. I don't know what came over me." She was losing the battle; the cock was too big and angry to be returned to the confines of his trousers. Irene looked on as her lover of the previous night waved her sons genitals at her. It was a farcical scene. "It's me that should be apologising, Robert you're a grown man, what you do and who you do it with is up to you. Mrs. Robinson I'm sorry I came back sooner than I said and when I saw you through the window I should have knocked or something." She could not bring herself to admit to spying through the letterbox. Robert had taken on the fight with his cock, the thought of his mother standing a few feet from his rampant exposed manhood did nothing to quell its rigidity. "I'll tell you what, why don't I walk around the block and let the two of you sort yourselves out." Irene suggested. Elaine thought that was a good idea. "There's no need for that, nothing's going to happen now," moaned a forlorn Robert. He sat down behind a breakfast bar, his cock still out but at least hidden from view. "Don't be like that Robert;" said his mother, "there'll be other times." Elaine put a comforting arm around the teenager. She felt immensely sorry for him; she also felt relief that her guilt would not now be a problem. "It's alright for you. You're old and past all this. I've never even seen a real girl naked; Mrs. Robinson is the first female to touch my bare prick. I'm just about going crazy." His frustration and sorrow were obvious to both women, who exchanged glances, Irene was close to tears. They looked at each other, questioning one another as to what to do. Elaine relented. "Perhaps your mother could go for that little walk, while you and I go upstairs... to ease your problem," suggested Elaine. "If you mean that you give me a mercy wank while my mother's outside waiting, I'll give it a miss, even I'm not that desperate," moaned Robert. Inwardly they both thought that he had a point, it did sound very seedy. "I'm sorry Robert," his mother said almost tearfully. She was very conscious of the fact that she had prevented him from having his very first experience with a woman, an act that in a sense she had been desperate for him to perform. She had shattered both of their dreams in a single instant. At least she knew that he was not gay. It would not have bothered her too much if he had been. His happiness was her real concern. Knowing his orientation would allow her to help him make the right decisions in life. She imagined that a closeted gay male would be very unhappy about talk of girls, children and the like. She wanted to be a good mother to him. She moved around the room to stand behind him and hugged his seated frame. "Mum," he complained, his cock was still out and despite the embarrassment and feelings of disappointment it showed little sign of going away; he tried to shrug her off. Irene wanted to put things right somehow. She wanted to ask Elaine just how far she was prepared to go with her son. She desperately wanted Elaine to offer to fuck him. That would make up for the disappointment. "How about I drive home and you stay here with Mrs. Robinson?" Elaine shot a look at Irene. Irene got the message, "don't make promises that Elaine couldn't keep." "No mum, it's just not right. A real man doesn't need his mother to get women for him." He pulled her arms to break their hold on his chest, in doing so her hand came to rest on the tip of his penis. The heat from it almost burned a hole in her palm. Irene gulped, Robert let go of her arms. "Sorry mum," he whimpered. Irenes heartbeat began to race, she did not remove her open hand, the palm of which simply pressed against the head of her sons cock. Elaine could not see what was going on in Roberts lap, but she could tell in an instant that the mood had changed to one of high tension. After what seemed like an age, Irene made her decision and she closed her fist around his pulsating knob end. The original touch had been accidental but this was totally, unmistakably intentional. "How about you and I go to another room? We can talk this over together." She whispered into his ear. Robert was in no doubt as to what was on offer here. Sex with his own mother. The thought immediately repulsed him. Robert had not once, even in his most depraved dreams of all the girls he had never fucked, thought for one instant of his mother as a sexual being. He was genuinely shocked to the core to realise that she and his father must have had sex on at least one occasion. His own mother had lain down naked on her back and had a man pierce her vagina, she would have responded to his thrusts until he shot sperm inside her. Revulsion turned to blind jealousy; he loved his mother more than anyone on the planet. He knew things between her and his father were not good, yet his father must get to do it to her. If his father could have her, when they did not even like each other, then surely it could not be wrong for him to love her in that way too. His cock had twisted his logic and reality to suit its own needs. He was convinced that his mother actually needed him. Elaine, unaware of the twist, asked, "Are you two OK?" After a few moments, Irene said, "Well are we OK, son?" "Yes, yes we are," he finally confirmed. Irene released his cock and straightened up. "Mrs. Robinson, do you think it would be alright for my son and me to go upstairs for a while? We have some things to talk over," announced Irene. "Upstairs? You could go in the living room it's just through....." Elaine started naively, sudden realisation kicking in, her voice trailed off. She looked at Irene; surely, she must be mad. Irene stared back, her eyes pleading with her. Elaine understood, this was a mother child thing. Irenes child was in pain and she was simply helping him. Elaine wanted to help her friend, she could not allow Irene to do this, unless she was sure that it was what Irene wanted. "Would you like some... help with your... chat?" Elaine offered. Irene considered for a moment, "That would be nice, wouldn't it Robert?" Robert was in a daze, he grunted something. Irene took his hand, and followed Elaine back to the bedroom that only hours before had witnessed its first threesome. In her corset, knickers and stockings, Elaine was already dressed for the occasion. Robert still wore his huge hard-on outside of his trousers, which he held up with his free hand. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 07 Irene was the one fully dressed in her all red outfit. They all stood by the bed, Robert between the two women. Elaine broke the silence. "So, what shall we talk about?" "I think we've heard enough talk," said Irene nodding at her sons rigid cock. "Lie down on the bed son. We'll take care of you." Irene began undressing. Elaine helped her. Robert did not move, he could not remember how legs worked. In front of him, Mrs. Robinson was stripping his mother for the purpose of them having sex together. He had never seen his mother with so much as a button out of place, let alone in just the bra and panties that she was now down to. He watched mesmerised as Mrs. Robinson leaned in to his mother and kissed her passionately, he could see they were using tongues, his mother looked at him as she Frenched Mrs. Robinson. She was held his gaze as she raised her hands to her lovers breasts and squeezed, causing Elaine to whimper a little. He began to tug at his cock. "Not yet young man," Irene broke the kiss. "Help me undress him. Mrs. Robinson". "Call me... Anne," said Elaine, wanting to continue the deception over her real identity. "Well Anne you get his trousers, I'll get his shirt." Irene began to unbutton her sons shirt, while 'Anne' pulled at his trousers and boxers. When she finally had him naked from the waist down, Elaine looked up to see Robert kissing his mother, an awkward mis-fitting kiss that never the less had Robert whimpering into his mothers mouth. Irene fumbled the palm of her hand down the naked torso of her son, when her fingers encountered the hard shaft of his engorged penis she tentatively took hold of it with her finger tips. For a moment, Elaine felt she was intruding. Without releasing the lock on either her sons lips or his erection, Irene used her free hand to push Elaines head towards her sons giant cock. Elaine felt a huge twinge of guilt as she opened her mouth wider than ever before to encircle the musky tip of Roberts cock with her lips. She told herself that this was more about helping Irene than enjoying herself with another man, she would not have been doing this had Irene not made her request. In fact you could almost say that the whole thing was a bit of a sacrifice on her part. With the head of his cock in her mouth she wiggled her tongue over its tiny little opening, she was rewarded by a taste of salty precum. Elaine grasped Roberts tight scrotum and rippled his balls with her fingers. Whilst deep in her stomach she had a guilty feeling, deeper in her vagina she was feeling something entirely different. Robert meanwhile was roughly rubbing his mothers bra covered breasts, the same breasts that he had suckled on as a baby. "Gently Robert," breathed his mother, "my nipples are very sensitive." Feeling Elaines tongue invade the tip of his cock, surprised made him and he took a tiny step back, he moaned and fell back naked across the bed, his cock fell free of Elaines mouth. Elaine quickly climbed onto the bed and straddled his legs. Her fanny was wet, she was feeling horny. She reached out and clenched her fist around the rampant teenage cock before her. Of the few cocks she had encountered, this was undeniably the biggest. Despite her semi-reluctance she was imagining what it would be like to sit astride the young boy with this piece of man muscle violating her womanhood. After all it may come to that if she was to save Irene from performing the ultimate sin. Elaine renewed her attempt to swallow the massive member. Irene meanwhile stood behind her and began to unlace the purple corset that Elaine wore, all the while she looked into her sons eyes. With the corset undone she pulled it free from Elaines torso. Robert looked down to see his mother jiggling the biggest, best and only pair of naked tits he had ever seen. Despite the fact that 'Anne' was giving his cock the time of its young life, he simply had to feel those tits. Robert pulled Anne off of his cock and knelt up, facing her. Using both hands he grasped both breasts and squeezed. Elaine really liked having her tits played with; her nipples were particularly sensitive and were hard wired to her cunt. Robert leaned forward and suckled on her left nipple. Elaine closed her eyes and soaked up the pleasure that the teenager was giving her. Irene meanwhile looked on as her son suckled at the teat of another woman, she knew her small tits could not compete with the full beauties that Elaine supported, she felt a pang of jealousy. "That used to be my job," she thought. She undid her bra and removed her knickers. Elaine was flat on her back now with Robert hungrily sucking and squeezing her full breasts. "If you can't beat them, join them," Irene thought, she lay down alongside her son and took Elaines left nipple in her mouth. Son and mother happily suckled on Elaines hardened nipples for several minutes. Irene felt that shyness or inexperience was holding her son back from doing what he wanted. She took a hold of his wrist and pulled his hand down to rest on Elaines knicker covered mound. Robert took the hint and immediately pulled the gusset aside and thrust a finger deep up Elaines cunt. He was rewarded with a grunt of surprised approval. Robert decided that the warm wet mush that his finger was inserted in was more interesting than the tits he was sucking on. He sat up to see his first real cunt. An instant later he saw the second as he realised his mother was now stripped naked. He wiggled his finger in Elaine slippery hot hole while he reached over to grasp his mothers left breast. Irenes breathing became heavier and heavier as he tugged and tweaked her long hard brown nipples. Elaine began to writhe under his hand. The whole situation was so massively erotic, she was hugely turned on by it, she was getting wetter and wetter. Irene was herself becoming very worked up. She had felt sorry for her son and the situation that she had put him in. She had wanted her him to experience a woman. She had not expected to get pleasure from the experience herself, but now here was her handsome young son naked and rampant giving pleasure to her lesbian lover of the previous evening. Irene wanted Robert to experience everything a woman had to offer. She leaned over to him and pushed him down towards Elaines cunt. She wanted her son to eat her lover. Robert again got the message. Irene pulled Elaines knickers off, making Elaine moan. The smell of Elaines sex permeated their noses. Robert examined the pink folds of Elaines cunt. He was fascinated by the way her engorged inner labia protruded, he loved the look of the tiny hood that covered her clitoris and it was this that he kissed first. Gently he pecked at it. Elaine raised herself up on her elbows to watch the teenager send wave after wave of tiny electric shocks through her hot fanny. Her breasts heaved and she moaned as Irene pulled her thighs wide apart to reveal to her son, Elaines inner sanctum. Her source of life, her deep warm sex scented wet cunt hole. Robert breathed Elaines sex and delved his tongue into her soaking depths. Irene meanwhile grabbed his cock and gently kissed its head. She was far more turned on by this whole thing than she would ever admit. An hour ago sex with her son; incest; would have been totally out of the question, never in her darkest fantasies had she ever thought that anything like this could happen. Yet here she was, licking the head of her sons cock, desperate for him to cum for her. Even now, she was in denial, he had not actually penetrated her, so it was not really sex. It was her plan to have him fuck Elaine. She knew that Elaine had big reservations about sex with another man but if mother and son could get her worked up enough, she would be begging for it. Irene knew that it would be poetic justice for the way Gavin was carrying on behind Elaines back. In the meantime, Irene was very wet. She was sucking on her sons cock, he in turn was licking the cunt that she had licked the previous day. Elaine completed the circle by suddenly stuffing two fingers into Irenes sopping wet hairy cunt. Irene reached out her fingers and began to rub Elaines clitoris as her son lapped at the tangy cunt juice that Elaine was producing in copious amounts. The three naked bodies writhed for a further minute or two until finally Elaine screamed that she was cumming; she bucked her hips as her cunt went into spasm. She clenched Roberts head with her thighs. Her cunt was oozing girl cum on the young boys face, she spread a wet slimy trail across his lips and nose as she humped her pelvis on his head. Any thoughts of guilt were lost in a haze of sheer lust, her orgasmic vagina was clenching but empty, it needed something to grasp, it needed a cock, it needed filling now. "Fuck..... fuck my cunt......... fuck." Irene knew that this was the moment for her son to mount Elaine; she knew that he would get no resistance. She released his engorged cock from her lips and urged him on. "Fuck her son, go on stick it in her." Irene was right, Elaine released his head. "Fuck me Robert; I need your cock in me now. Fill me with your cock. Give it to me." Robert switched ends, he laid between Elaines legs, which she now spread wide, his mother positioned the head of his huge twitching cock at the entrance of Elaines quivering wet tunnel. Elaine urgently wanted to feel his cock inside her; she knew it was bigger than anything she had previously had in there. Elaine was whimpering, she no longer controlled her own body, she needed a cock, any cock, she needed to mate. Gavin would understand, she thought, things had just gone too far. "Push Robert, give it to her, go on fuck her." His mother urged. As his pulsating cock touched the searing hot wetness that Elaine splayed wide open under him, Robert could not take any more. He began to cum. He squirted shot after shot of thick white spunk cream over Elaines fanny lips and arse crack; the thick fluid ran down his shaft and over his mothers hand. Her sons cock stalk twitched in her hand for an eternity, still squirting fluid after twenty seconds or so, Irene was genuinely disappointed that he had not managed to pierce her lover. Elaine felt the hot fluid splattering her cunt lips and thighs; she too felt a huge pang of disappointment, but then relief that she had not actually succumbed to actual penetration. She looked up into the handsome face above her, it was red and had the agonised expression of ecstasy etched onto it. As Robert came down from his earth moving orgasm Elaine pulled his face to her and they kissed, long and tenderly. Irene stroked their hair. After five minutes or so Elaine felt the flaccid cock that lay between her legs begin to twitch with life once more. She marvelled at the recuperative powers of youth, but as far as she was concerned, her work was done. She did not want to start round two, that would surely lead to her having full sex with this young boy. As it was she could console herself with the fact that she had not been totally unfaithful to her husband and that she had more than fulfilled their friends request. She rolled Robert off of her. He grabbed at her breasts. "Not now, big boy," she said, "I need to get up and I need a shower." She took herself off to the bathroom. She was soon joined by Irene. "God what have I done?" said Irene. "Don't beat yourself up about it, you acted with the best of intentions, and it just got a bit out of control. Take him home and talk it through. You'll both be fine. I'm feeling guilty myself right now, I've just been unfaithful to my husband of twenty odd years." "Well not really, you didn't actually have sex with Robert." "Maybe not but I would have been riding him like a screaming banshee if I'd had my way and his cum is still dripping from my cunt." Irenes eyes betrayed her as she looked down at Elaines cunt and licked her lips. "God! Irene you're a dirty bitch." Elaine hiked her leg up onto the side of the bath. Her cunt lips glistened with the remnants of Irenes sons sperm. "He certainly emptied his tank today," she said as she wiped her finger down her slippery slit. She raised the finger to Irenes lips, "I won't tell," she said. Irene tentatively licked the finger end and then sucked the whole digit into her mouth. They both found the thought of what she was tasting, a massive turn on. Irene sank to her knees and her tongue ploughed the same furrow that her sons had done just a few minutes before. She licked every drop of moisture from Elaines thighs and engorged cunt lips. Elaine just closed her eyes and basked in the perversion of it all. Irene was trying to get as close to her son as possible without overstepping yet another line, she felt both jealousy and gratitude towards Elaine. Irene had not cum. She was feeling as horny as she was guilty. Tasting and smelling Elaines sperm covered cunt was not doing anything to alleviate her feeling of frustration. She rubbed her own clitoris. Elaine herself was once again very worked up as she watched a woman lick her own sons spunk juice from her hot cunt. Robert stood quietly unnoticed in the doorway to the bathroom, watching his mother lick his spunk from the cunt lips of Mrs. Anne Robinson, the first woman he had gone to bed with. His mother was naked and she was masturbating. His cock was rigid again. He could not help giving a little grunt. He immediately slipped back unnoticed into the bedroom. He began to get dressed. His entire life could be fuelled with fantasies from today he thought. Hearing the noise from the other room brought the two women out of their building lust, they knew that they would not achieve the release that they had been seeking. "Oh well there's always next time." Elaine said. "I need a wank," thought Irene. Washed and dressed they all assembled back downstairs. Elaine had to put her corset and negligee back on, she was, after all, Mrs. Robinson from next door so she could not very well help herself to Elaines clothing. "I found my car key," Irene informed her son. "Good," he said. He turned to Elaine. "Thank you Mrs. Robinson, that was the best morning of my life," he truthfully told her. "Maybe I could visit you again sometime?" "Robert, you're a very handsome and vigorous young man, go and find yourself a girl of your own age, and fuck her brains out...and call me Anne," said Elaine. Robert left to get into the car. Irene and Elaine hugged. "God knows what I'm going to say to him about today, I'll call you later. Do you want to get together again sometime?" "Irene I can't wait, my cunt is already wet for you, but next time let's just keep it to you, me and Gavin." They kissed and squeezed. Irene drove Robert home. Elaine headed back up stairs to her 'toy' drawer. ------------------------------------------- Any feedback on this or any other chapters would be appreciated. I have no idea if the story is any good. To be continued.....? Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 08 Irene and Robert drove in silence for about ten minutes. It was not an awkward silence, more a peaceful one, each thinking back to their visit to the house that they had just left. Each of their sex lives had just taken a dramatic turn for the better. "Robert, I'm not ashamed of what happened today, and I hope you enjoyed it, but we can't ever talk about it outside the three of us." "I know that mum, and I doubt if I'll ever get to see Anne again. I think it's been a great day for me; I'm just sorry I didn't actually get it inside her. I was so excited, I just couldn't help it. I was ready to go again within a few minutes but she'd lost interest." "You'll make up for it someday, when you find a girl more your own age." "I doubt I'll find a girl my age willing to do what you two did today." "Robert, what I did today was very wrong, a mother just shouldn't do that with her son and I want you to try and forgive me. Can you do that, can you forgive me?" "What's to forgive mum? I had the best time of my life, and you're responsible for it." "Nothing like that can ever happen again between us, you do realise that don't you?" "I'm not arguing with you but just as a matter of interest - Why not?" "It's wrong." "It didn't feel wrong. It felt very right." "It's against the law." "So don't tell the law, who does it hurt?" "Your father." "Like either of us care, besides are you going to tell him?" "Robert, I'm your mother, I gave birth to you, you are part of me." "Cool isn't it. I love you too mum. I still don't see any real reason why two consenting adults who love each other shouldn't express their love in a physical way. It's not hurting anyone." "It's just not right. I used to change your nappy." "And today you sucked my cock." "Don't talk like that." "I liked your body mum, you've got great tits." "Do you really think... no... I'm not getting into that." "Why did you do it today?" "Do what?" "Sex, why did you take me to bed with Anne?" "I'm afraid I felt sorry for you." "Why? "You were frustrated; you said you had never been with a girl." "I'm frustrated now, and I've still never really been with a woman." Robert rubbed his erect cock through his trousers and emphasised the word woman. Irene glanced from the road to his hand rubbing at his trousers. "Don't do that. You'll get plenty of girls; you just have to be patient." "My cock doesn't do patient." "Robert, please don't talk like that." "I want to kiss you." "You can't, anyway I'm driving." "Got you," he thought. "So if you weren't driving then I could kiss you?" "Robert please stop, we can't let anything happen between us. It's just wrong." "So you didn't enjoy it?" "Yes, no, well no. I didn't actually get any release today." "Release? Oh, you mean you didn't get to cum yet?" "No I didn't but that's really not the point." "So what is the point, you didn't enjoy today and that's why you didn't cum? You certainly seemed to enjoy kissing Anne. So it must be me you found off putting. Is that it mum do you find me unattractive?" "You are a very attractive young man, you didn't put me off, please stop trying to put words in my mouth." "Would you like me to put something else in your mouth?" "Robert stop it." They reached home. Climbed out of the car and stood by their front door, hunting for keys. "If we kissed now, would you enjoy it?" He asked his flustered mother. "That's not the point." "If we kissed now and you enjoyed it and I enjoyed it, who would get hurt?" She unlocked the door and pushed it open. "Robert, I'm not going to kiss you." They entered the house and closed the door behind them. "Ok I'll kiss, you just stand there." "Robert, stop it. Nothing is going to happen." "I'll wear you down." "No you won't, now go and put the kettle on." Irene went upstairs; she needed to change out of her dirty clothes. She laughed inwardly at her sons persistence. She had to admit that he was right, as long as they were both comfortable with it, who would it hurt? At her age she was not about to get pregnant and give birth to any three eyed monsters. But it was still wrong, she had yearned for his body and his attention, but it was just not right. Irene stripped naked and headed for the shower wrapped in a large bath towel. "Tea or coffee?" he called from downstairs. "Tea please", she replied, "I'm just taking a quick shower." Robert could not resist. He climbed the stairs and stood outside the bathroom. He hesitated for an age. He heard the shower start. He had his hand on the door handle. Dare he do this? Do what? He knew his mother was naked on the other side of the door. He had a raging hard on and a yearning in the pit of his stomach. He pressed down on the handle. The door swung open. The shower cubicle had a glass door. He could see his mothers form in the shower; she had her back to him. Irene had stepped into the shower and begun to soap herself. She particularly soaped her rude bits that had been getting more than their usual amount of attention recently. As she massaged her cunt with the soapy lather she thought of her son. In her mind she could see his big cock sticking up and out. What a magnificent piece of meat it was, just imagine that monster pumping in and out of your slippery wet hole. She closed her eyes and turned under the spray of water to rinse her back. Her left hand idly played with her right breast, her right hand began a rhythmic rubbing around and on her clitoris. She needed to cum. Robert watched as his mother turned to face him, she began to masturbate. He watched in awe as she blatantly tugged her nipple and rubbed her pussy. Robert could not see that she had her eyes closed. He gave his cock a few rubs of its own. When his mother did not react, he released the beast once more. He began to wank in earnest. Oblivious of her son, Irene was nearing orgasm; she had fought past the feeling of guilt that lurked at the back of her mind. Incest is wrong it said. It is OK when it is just in your head she told herself. She wanted to cum with visions of her son pumping his seed into her but just could not get there, each time she got close she relived the premature moment and remembered her feeling of disappointment when he failed to get his cock into Elaine. She decided to get out of the shower and take her heat to the bedroom where her battery powered lover would surely do the job. She opened her eyes. Robert stood five feet away, his massive tool pumping in his hand. He was staring straight at her. She opened the door and tried to reach for a towel, it was too far away. "Robert, stop that, pass me the towel." "I'm so close mum," he said. "Stop it I said." "You were doing it. We watched each other." "I didn't know you were there, you stupid boy." That comment hurt him. He stopped pumping his tool. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't help it. I want you. I want you like this morning." Irene looked at her son. He stood in the doorway, he was looking at the floor, his cock was in his hand but was still. His little boy voice always worked on her. She wanted to gather him up and hug and kiss him and tell him everything would be alright. So she did. Irenes naked body hugged her eighteen year old son. Her wet breasts and hardened nipples pressed against his shirt making it damp. Her moist legs pressed against his trousers, her damp hairy patch of pubic hair pressed against the base of his upright penis. She kissed his cheek, his nose and his eyes, she whispered, "there, there, I'm sorry; it's all going to be alright, I didn't mean those horrid things." She kissed his cheek, his neck, his chin, his mouth and stroked his hair. Robert responded, he enveloped his tiny slip of a mother in his arms. When she gently placed a kiss on his mouth he scooped her up and off the floor. "Robert?" He kissed her gently on the lips "teach me some more, mum." and carried her to her bedroom. Robert laid his mother gently on her bed. He then began to undress. Irene watched him. His cock was still on view and was bouncing around, she could not take her eyes off of it. When he was naked he stood by her bed, looking at her naked form, he was waiting for her permission, her submission. Irene looked at her naked son, his handsome face his well defined and tight muscles but most of all his magnificent cock. "Who would ever know? He's old enough to handle the situation. I could teach him to be a caring lover; not like his pig of a father." She managed to think herself into compliance. Without a word she spread her legs wide and using her fingers she exposed her deep pink wet gash to him for the first time. His cock jerked. "Fuck me Robert. Your mother needs you to fuck her now." Robert did not wait to be asked twice. He climbed onto the bed between his mothers legs. Irene grasped his cock and positioned it at her entrance. She was lubricating like a twenty year old, despite her shower she could feel the slippery moisture oozing from her vagina, and she had never been so ready to fuck as she was now. "Push it in, stick your cock in me Robert." Robert taking his weight on his elbows, looked down at his mother and then down between their bodies, he wanted to remember all the details of this moment. "Please Robert, give me your cock." Robert leant down and slid his tongue passed his mothers lips, her tongue slid back over his, simultaneously he lost his virginity, he thrust his hips forward. With a grunt he penetrated the first three inches of his mothers vagina. Irene felt pain, extraordinary, exquisite pain; she was being split in two. She moaned loudly into his mouth. He thrust again. Another three inches speared her and this time she cried out. "Slow down, gently, gently, it's too big, it hurts, it hurts, give me a moment to adjust." Robert could not stop. He had his cock inside a cunt for the first time in his life there was no way he was going to stop. He thrust again and his screaming mother was finally totally impaled on his fat cock. Irene firmly believed her cunt had split. "Robert, stop, take it out, take it out. You're so big. Please slow down." Robert was not about to take his cock out of his mother, after all, he had waited eighteen years to get back into her vagina and he was enjoying this a lot more than the first time he slipped through her love tunnel. He did not move. Irene was panting beneath him, her tits rising and falling rapidly with each breath, her nipples touching his chest with each pant. Robert leaned his head down to her breast and suckled. Irene stroked his hair. They lay locked together for several minutes. Irene becoming more and more accustomed to the giant intruder upon which she was impaled. "God, my son has his cock in my cunt, I'm actually fucking my son," she thought. Her cunt gave an involuntary contraction around his invading member. Robert liked that feeling and pulsed his cock inside his mothers incredibly tight cunt. Irene responded by squeezing her cunt muscles back at his cock. They carried on this seemingly motionless fucking for several minutes. Robert was getting more and more excited; he actually had his cock inside a woman. Not just a woman, it was his mother, his mother for Christ sake. He was sucking his mothers tits. He could smell his mothers sex. When he jerked his hips she moaned in sexual frenzy, his mother was on his cock. He stuck his tongue into her mouth, she eagerly sucked on it. She squirmed under him, his mother was sweating under him she was squirming and moaning, his mother for fucks sake. A few hours ago he could not believe his mother even had these sorts of urges, least of all for him. Irenes vagina finally adjusted to the size of her sons rampant cock, "Fuck me son," she whimpered, "fuck your mother." Robert began small thrusting motions with his hips. Underneath him, Irene gasped for air, as each little thrust seemed to knock the wind out of her, his massive cock was filling her entire body. The friction on her grasping cunt walls was sending pleasure signals to every inch of her being. She had never been so full, so complete. He pumped faster and faster, harder and harder, finally he was almost totally withdrawing before plunging the entire length of his cock back into her clawing cunt. "Fuck me. Fuck me Robert. Fuck me harder give it all to me. Cum in me, give me your cum." He did, Robert let loose his second stream of cum today, this one flooded his mothers womb, it poured and poured into her inner most secret place. Robert was shouting and his mother was screaming "Yyyyyyeeeeeeeeessss." In unison, they came and in unison, they fell asleep. Two hours they slept, Son on top of and still inside of, his mother. Irene awoke. She was laid in a big wet patch. She had not been dry when she got on the bed, she had been sweating and Robert "bless him" had flooded her with more cum than she had thought was possible. She rolled his dozing frame off herself. She looked at her son. "I've done it now she thought," and paused for the inevitable lightening bolt. It did not come and she did not feel guilty. She searched her mind and soul high and low but could not find any regret for the actions of today. She loved her son and she had given him what he needed most. She looked down his frame, his cock was sticking out again, it truly was an impressive piece of equipment, she thought, "he doesn't get that from his father." She felt her fanny it was still full of his slimy spunk and her juice, her hole actually felt bigger, his cock had stretched her. "I'll be ready for him next time," she thought. "Next time? Will there be one? There will if he wants it," she thought. She put her hand around his growing penis and stroked it up and down. Robert awoke with a start and panicked a little as he realised he was naked with his mother and ..... "Oh yeah, I remember," he thought. "Mummy, what are you doing?" he teased. "I'm stroking your gigantic cock, would you like me to stop?" "No, it's OK, you carry on." Irene shifted position so that she was knelt beside him facing his groin. Her arse wiggled at him. Robert leaned his head over so that he could peer into the crack between her cheeks. He reached out and gently stroked between her legs feeling the moist slit between her puffy little sex lips. "Would you like me to lick you?" he asked his mother. "All women like being licked, but I'm a bit gooey from your orgasm." "It didn't stop you licking Anne earlier on." "You little sneak; you weren't supposed to see that." "I guessed that much. I also guess that it wasn't the first time that you and her had........ you know." Irene did not want to go there, she wanted to protect Elaine and Gavin as much as possible. "I've known Anne a long time, it's nothing to do with you." "It's OK, now can I lick you?" "Most men don't like licking a messy woman." "Sit on my face and I'll see if I'm like most men." Irene raised her leg and straddled her sons chest; she was still facing his cock. Robert looked at the glistening wet mess of hairy pink meat splayed in-front of him; he inhaled his mothers aroma and pushed his face into her crack. He lapped at her cunt with his flattened tongue, cleaning her cunt of his sperm and her juice. Irene bathed in the luxury of having her cunt licked by yet another tongue, her third in as many days. Her son was not as proficient as Gavin or Elaine, but he made up for that with enthusiasm. Irene held his cock with both hands and leant to suck its head. Mother and son stayed in their sixty-nine for many minutes, neither desperate for release, both just enjoying their perverse intimacy. It was Irene who finally came up for air. "Lick my clitoris," she instructed, and used the fingers of her right hand to press against her labia either side of her little bean. Robert followed her instructions. Irene pumped at his cock with her left hand. A few moments of his tongue flicking on her exposed clitoris had her excitement building to the latest orgasm of her much improved sex life. Irene came on her sons tongue, she ground her hairy wetness into his face, Robert held her around the hips and pulled her onto him in an attempt to climb back inside her. Finally she had to push herself away from him as her clitoris became too sensitive. "Stop, stop, I can't take any more," she pleaded. Irene moved her panting sweaty frame down her sons and spun around to face him and straddle his throbbing manhood. Crouching down on her haunches and with him holding his cock upright, she very slowly impaled her contracting cunt onto his pulsating manhood. Robert watched intently as inch by inch his shaft disappeared into his mothers groin. The look of determination on her face was testament to the difficulty she was having fitting her son back into her vagina. What she was feeling was pure erotic pleasure. Irene steadied herself with one hand on his chest whilst she pulled at her hard nipple with the other. With a final grunt she announced herself full of penis. She finally looked at her son; he could not take his eyes off of her tits. He reached out with both hands to fondle them. Irene began to raise and lower herself on her sons extended manhood. "Do you like my tits, Robert?" "Yes, I like your tits." "Tell me what you'd like to do to my tits." "I want to squeeze and suck on them." "What are you doing to my cunt? Tell me what you're doing to your mothers cunt." "I'm fucking it mother; I'm fucking your cunt." "Are you going to squirt your spunk in your mothers cunt?" "Yes mother." "What's my name?" "Irene, I'm fucking you, Irene." "Cum in my fanny, cum in me Robert, cum in Irenes cunt." Robert was humping his hips up and down in time with his mothers thrusting vagina. She was riding him like a horse. Faster and faster they fucked, they were both sweating, the smell of sex in the room was overpowering. "I'm cumming," he cried, "Oh God mother I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your cunt." Irene could feel the sperm flooding her vagina his cock was throbbing out thread after thread of hot white juice into her slippery wet hole. She too began to orgasm, her fleshy sex muscles milking his cock for every single sperm. Irene was rigid on his love pole, her entire body was convulsing, her orgasm went on and on and on, she could not even scream as she so desperately wanted to. When her cunt walls finally relaxed a fraction she fell forward and gasped for air. She lay clinging to her sons chest; just panting. "Oh my God what did you do to me?" "Wow mum, that was unreal." "Robert I can honestly say that, that was the best fuck I've ever had." "Me too," he said. They both began to laugh at that. After several minutes of gentle kisses and cuddles his soft cock flopped from her vagina, it was followed by a torrent of fluid. She climbed out of bed and padded off for yet another shower. When she returned Robert had gone from the bed, so had the sodden sheets. She dressed and went downstairs; Robert sat at the kitchen table, wearing a bathrobe. On the table were cups of tea. Irene ran her hand through his hair, "Is everything alright?" "Everything is fine by me." he replied. "How about you? Are you OK? Did I hurt you?" Robert was genuinely concerned he had thought back to when he first penetrated his mother and how she had screamed. "I'm fine," she patted her mound, "it's fine, you just took me by surprise with that monster you keep in your trousers." "I'm sorry," he said. "Robert, you don't apologise to a girl for having a big dick. It's her, correction me, that should thank you for sharing it." She leaned down and kissed her son, a big wet tongue kiss. "Thank you for fucking me, Robert," she said. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 08 "Anytime." He replied. ------------------------------- To be continued? Any comments, good or bad, about this or any other chapters would be much appreciated. Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 09 The same Monday morning that saw his wife seducing a teenage boy, saw Gavin drive straight to Paula's house. He phoned work on his mobile to leave instructions and to explain that Irene would be late and Paula had the day off, he would get there later in the day. Paula was waiting for him. She had made coffee and croissants. The pair of them sat around the kitchen table eating, drinking and chatting. They simply liked each other. They were totally comfortable with each other and just enjoyed being in the others presence. Gavin explained what had gone on the previous day when he had arrived home. He left out the bit where he fucked his wife up the arse he wanted Paula to think she was his first in that department. "So aren't you worried that Irene and your wife might get together behind your back?" "I'm hardly in a position to complain," he complained. "If it was another man, I'd be bothered but somehow it's different because it's a woman." "Well your wife wouldn't be happy to see you here with me I know that much." "I don't know, perhaps I could take you home with me, you're much better looking than Irene." He was only half joking. "I'm sorry to disappoint you but I can say for sure that women hold no interest for me what so ever." "I'm pretty sure Irene and Elaine would have said the same thing this time yesterday." "Well don't hold out too many hopes of getting me into bed with another woman, the thought of fingering another woman's slimy bits does not appeal and what about the smell?" "You say the nicest things. Now you know what a hardship it is being a man, what with the slimy bits and all that." "Come here mister, my slimy bits need attention." "Are they very slimy?" "Oh yes, very." "Do they need much attention?" "Oh yes, lots." "I'd better have a look then, before it's too late." Paula giggled as Gavin dropped to his knees and put his head up her light blue skirt. She laughed aloud when he prodded at her crotch, tickling her fanny. "Eeewww, really slimy," he complained. "Is there anything to be done for me, doctor?" "I'll have to suck the poison out," Gavin tugged her knickers down and attacked her pussy with his tongue. Gavin loved the aroma of Paula. It was ridiculous but to him she smelled and tasted more girlie than the other women he had tasted, more like sweets, she was sweeter, cleaner, nicer. Gavin pressed his nose to her vagina and inhaled. To him, she was the finest perfume, he loved her smell. Paula squealed with the delight of having him nuzzling at he pussy. Paula undid the buttons on her skirt and it flopped down. He moved out of the way to allow it to fall to the floor and join her knickers. I want you to fuck me doggy style," she announced. "If you're really good I just might let you try my bum." "Take me to a bed," he demanded. Paula led the way upstairs to her spare bedroom; it was furnished simply with drawers, wardrobe and a double bed. She stripped off her t-shirt and bra and crawled naked on all fours to the middle of the bed. Gavin stripped quickly almost falling over when his jeans would not let go of his foot, causing him to hop around the room. Paula giggled at him. Finally, Gavin stood naked before her, his cock was semi hard. "Ahhhhh poor thing," she purred she gently stroked his penis. He was not sure that he wanted his rampant manhood to be the object of her sympathy, but his cock did not seem to care, it firmly believed that any attention is good and should be rewarded with an extra little jerk. Within a minute of her gentle stroking his cock was hard and ready. "Just stick it in me, I'm more than ready." Paula spun around and presented him with the view he had fantasised about for years. Her round cheeked bum pertly quivering in anticipation of his manly onslaught of giant cock in her trembling orifice, or something like that. Her vagina winked at him; just above it Paula's spotless and pink crinkly anus pulsed for him. He could not resist. He leaned forward and pushed his tongue as deep into her vagina as he could. Paula pressed back at him. He ran his tongue up and down her slit, his strokes got longer and longer soon his tongue was travelling from clitoris to arse hole and back again. Paula had never had her arse kissed; Gavin was now delving the point of his tongue into her little pucker. Paula could hardly bare it. "You dirty bastard," she panted. "Should I stop?" "No," she insisted and reached back with her hands to spread her bum cheeks even wider, affording him better access to her private little dirt hole. Gavin continued to bore into her bum with his stiff little tongue, it actually only dipped in less than an inch, but to Paula it felt like there was a snake back there. Finally, Gavin's tongue got tired. He knelt behind her and pulled her cunt onto his cock. Back and forth, she rocked on his rigid pole. In and out, he thrust. "Ooooooo yessss stick your cock in me. Come on fuck me, fuck me harder." Gavin pumped in and out of Paula's clenching cunt he looked down and watched her little pink arse hole opening and closing with each thrust. He pressed his thumb against her bum and it slipped in easily. Paula gasped and pushed back against his cock harder. With his other hand he reached under her and felt her heavy swaying tits. He held his hand out flat and felt her hardened nipples swing across his palm and fingers. Finally, he grasped her left breast and squeezed it. Paula twisted her head back as far as it would go; he leant forward and kissed her mouth as best he could. After several minutes of pumping her beautiful vagina Gavin could not hold back any more and he came quickly and unexpectedly, his seed splashed the insides of her cunt and she felt happy. She wished that it was for real and that they were making babies, she was sure that they would have made very good babies. After a few minutes spent sweating and catching their breath Gavin withdrew his cock and his spunk dribbled out of her cunt. As she straightened up, her cunt expelled air caught inside it causing a loud fanny fart. They both rolled around laughing. After a while they climbed under the covers and lay in each others arms they chatted and whispered and kissed and giggled, finally they slept. It was Gavin that woke first; he was bursting for the loo. He hopped out of bed and padded along the landing to the toilet. He pushed the door open and walked inside; the toilet was behind the door. As he stood presenting his semi rigid penis to the porcelain, he was mildly surprised to find a semi naked young black woman sat in front of him. He was holding his penis not more than four inches from her face; she was looking first at his face then at his penis and back again. "Are you expecting me to do something with that?" she asked. "I..... that is.... You..... I," he explained. "Would you mind taking it out of my face for a moment; I need to wipe my bum." "I.... you... well certain.... You," he replied. "Either turn around or leave...Now." Gavin turned away from the girl. His mind was very confused. Who was she? Why did Paula have young black girls dressed only in bra and knickers wandering around her house? More to the point why not make it compulsory for every house to have one. Behind him, he heard the girl tear paper and wipe, tear paper and wipe, tear paper and wipe. Finally, he heard the flush. "Excuse me," she said, I need to get passed. He was blocking her way. "I'm sorry," he said and stepped to one side. The girl walked to the basin and began washing her hands. "I'm Rachel by the way; you must be Fiona's dad." Gavin did not answer. Rachel dried her hands and stepped passed him once more, this time way on her way out of the room. She glanced down at his semi stiff cock, "nice willy, by the way." "Thank you," Gavin replied. Rachel pulled the door closed behind her and he was left standing in the middle of the room still holding his penis feeling, very confused, His bladder suddenly reminded him why he had come to the bathroom. He relieved himself, washed his hands and opened the door to leave. Rachel was standing there, it made him jump. She looked him up and down, her eyes finally coming to rest on his groin. Gavin felt very uncomfortable being naked in front of this teenage goddess. His body was reasonable for his years but it was hardly Olympian. He covered his genitals with his cupped hands. "I left my watch in there," she said. "I'm just going to get dressed; I didn't know there was anyone else here. I'm sorry if I scared you." Rachel laughed. "It's not that big." "I didn't mean that, I meant .." "It's OK I know what you meant." It suddenly occurred to Gavin that if Rachel was here then Fiona must also be in the house. "Where's Fiona?" he asked. "At school." "So why are you here?" "It's games this afternoon and I'm excused because I've got a competition tomorrow. She gave me her key; I'm going to borrow an outfit from her. I'm going out tonight." She explained. "Competition?" "I'm in the 800 meters." Gavin reappraised the toned body before him. She looked the part. "Perhaps you could help me choose an outfit." "Perhaps I'd better go and choose one for myself." He gestured with his head down towards his naked frame. "Your loss." She said and slipped by him into the bathroom. "What did she mean by that?" His cock asked. "Don't be ridiculous," his brain answered. He decided to retrieve his clothes. Back in the spare room, Paula was still asleep, she laid on her back her uncovered right breast steadily rising and falling. A couple of days ago he would have given a thousand pounds for a picture of this scene. He did not want to disturb her. He thought he would get himself some coffee. He found his jeans and slipped them on without his boxers. Barefoot and bare chested he wandered down the landing. He heard a rustling coming from the room to his left. He tapped on the door and popped his head into the room. "Rachel, I'm making coffee, would you ..fucking hell; sorry, sorry Rachel stood on the bed, she was totally naked her arms were raised and her head was struggling to get through the neck hole of a silken garment of some sort. Her perfect tits jiggled and her hips swayed either side of her clean shaven slit. Shocked by his sudden intrusion, and off balance with here head and arms in the vice like grip of the top she was trying to master she fell backwards and off the far side of the bed, landing out of sight with a mighty thump. Gavin dashed across the room and bed. "Are you OK?" Rachel was face down, she was not moving. "Are you OK?" Nothing. "Rachel, are you OK." He leant down and carefully touched her shoulder. "Oh, God what am I supposed to do?" He thought aloud. Gently he rolled her over to see her face. Rachel could not keep up the pretence any longer and giggled, then laughed aloud. "Gottcha," she blurted. Relieved he sat back on the edge of the bed. Rachel continued to writhe on the floor, laughing. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have barged in like that." He could not help but stare as the naked Rachel rose onto her heels and then stood before him, still laughing. His eyes were level with her slit. He suddenly felt very embarrassed and seedy. He should not be here ogling this teenager. His age, his body, his mistress in the next room were all against him remaining in her presence, yet for some strange reason his cock seemed to be saying "Stay right here and get an eyeful of that," and for a strange reason he did. "I guess this makes us even, I got to see you naked and now you've seen me." She said. He tore his eyes from the flat belly and perfectly smooth mound with the slightly protruding thin black lips, up past the mild six-pack abdomen to the pearly white smile and glistening eyes looking down at him between the perfect black nippled breasts that tremored just above his head. "I think I got the better of the deal," he said earnestly. "Thank you," she said, "but I can tell you kept in pretty good shape when you were young." "A while back maybe." He replied. She was wrong, he had had been born this way, he never changed, never fantastic never terrible. He had tried working out, it did not make muscle, it made him tired, he remained five short of a six-pack. "Do you like my body Mr. B?" She asked. "Rachel, I can honestly say without a shadow of a doubt that you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." He was not lying. She was flawless. "Oh that's very sweet of you." Rachel leant down and kissed the top of his head, in doing so her breasts rubbed in his face. "I've got to go," he said; his legs disagreed. "Stay and help me choose an outfit." "Paula's in the next room." "Is she? I like Fiona's mum, she's really cool." "Perhaps she could help you choose." "I'm dressing for a boy, I think you would be of more help." "I really need to get some coffee." His discomfort with the situation finally got the upper hand over his penis. He stood and left the room taking a last lingering look at the perfect frame of Rachel. His cock was once again achingly hard. It did not want coffee it wanted cunt. It took him straight back to the sleeping Paula, and pulled the sheet away to uncover her naked body. he removed his jeans and climbed onto the bed next to her and suckled on her nipples. Paula awoke with a start. "Hello, this is a nice way to wake up." "I want you." "Then take what you want." Paula smiled and opened her legs, he climbed between them. Her hand slipped between their bodies seeking out his cock. She gave a satisfied mumble of approval when she felt how hard it was. She guided the head to her open vagina. "Give it to me." She whispered in his ear, "just slide your cock inside me." Gavin once again thrust his cock into Paula, they both exhaled a satisfied "ahhhh." They began a steady rhythmic thrusting of their pelvises; Paula clung to him and closed her eyes as she concentrated on the friction being built up inside her aching cunt walls. Gavin was thinking of Rachel, her perfect young black athletic frame writhing under each thrust of his gigantic white cock. Rachel had heard the unmistakable noises of love making the first time they had fucked; she had snuck along the landing to listen at the door. Listening had made her quite horny. When she again heard the grunts and moans, she had again crept along the landing to listen at the door but this time she had found it to be wide open. She peered around the doorframe and saw Gavin's tight bum thrust forward to deliver a man-sized portion to Mrs B. Rachel watched them fuck. Mrs. B. clearly enjoying her delivery of man meat, the noise, smell and view made her very wet. Rachel had a bit of a crush on Paula, she thought she was really cool and in good shape for her many years. She was as interested in seeing Paula being fucked as she was in seeing the cock of her husband. She openly stood in the doorway, she was still naked. If Gavin looked slightly to his left he would see her playing with her tits, pulling on her hard black rubbery nipples. If he looked now he would see her thrusting two long fingers into her freely lubricating inner pink sanctum. She pushed her fingers into herself in time with his pelvic thrusts. Rachel could see his balls slapping against Paula's bum. Paula was moaning loudly, "Yes, yes, yes, Yes." With Gavin on top of her, Paula could not see Rachel as she masturbated herself in the doorway. "Fuck me, Gavin, Fuck me." Her orgasm was fast approaching, she was grinding her clitoris hard against the base of his cock, "you're so fucking hard. Fuck me Gavin, give it to me." Spurred on by her cries, Gavin thrust harder and tried to get even deeper into Paula's squeezing vagina. "GAVIN?" Rachel exclaimed aloud, "Fiona's dad is called Greg." The two lovers stopped in mid thrust. They opened their eyes and looked quizzically at each other. Wondering how and why the other had said such a thing. Rachel was kicking herself, why had she said that? Why? Why? It had simply been a shock to hear Mrs B. calling out "Gavin". It had been too confusing, in here own head she had been calling "Greg". Gavin looked over his shoulder, towards the door; Paula propped up on her elbows and looked also. Rachel grinned her pearly white grin back at them. "Rachel!" cried Paula, "what the hell are you doing here?" "It's OK, I won't tell anyone," offered Rachel, The enormous awkward embarrassment of the situation hit her like a train, she was beginning to cry. Gavin withdrew his cock from Paula's slippery hole. He spun his legs around to sit up on the edge of the bed. "Rachel, it's OK don't worry, you're not in trouble." He lifted the sheet that had fallen on the floor and beckoned for her to come to him. She walked across the room and sat next to him. He wrapped her in the sheet. Paula was not so understanding. "Rachel, what are you doing here? Where's Fiona? Where are you're clothes? What are you doing?" "Calm down," Gavin said, "don't worry." He explained the presence of Rachel in the house to Paula, and why it would be best if Rachel forgot that he had been here. "So knowing my daughters eighteen year old best friend is in the next room you come in here and start making love to me with the door wide open." Paula scolded. "Well I wouldn't put it like that exactly." "How would you put it?" "I'd put it in a way that I can't think of right now, that wouldn't make me look such a fucking arse hole." Paula and Rachel laughed. "Men!" Paula exclaimed, "Rachel, learn one thing today. Men are ruled by what's in their trousers, it's not their fault it's just the way they are. Flash them a pair of tits and they become mindless idiots." Paula leaned around Gavin and touched Rachel on the knee, "Your tits are very nice by the way." "Thank you Mrs B." "Given the state of our undress, you may call me Paula." "Thanks Paula." "Now I think we had all better get dressed before anyone else turns up." Gavin looked and felt disappointed. "What?" asked his fuck buddy. "Couldn't we just; you know." "What?" "You know," he said looking at the stick of flesh protruding from his crotch. "Oh for Gods sake! See what I mean Rachel." Rachel could see very well from her seat next to Gavin. She had been surreptitiously watching his throbbing cock for several minutes and frankly, she was with Gavin on this one, she had been very close to orgasm a few minutes ago. "It does seem a shame to waste it Mrs. B. sorry Paula," offered Rachel. "Oh believe me, there'll be another along soon enough," retorted Paula. "Well would you mind? if I ... you know," Rachel asked. "Too bloody right I would." Paula snorted. "Now, now girls. Please don't fight over me, there's enough for everyone." Gavin smugly suggested. He was in his element. "Listen to me," said Paula, "it's not going to happen. I don't do girls, and I don't do audiences, especially when they're just out of puberty and friends with my daughter." "I thought a fuck buddy didn't judge, I thought a fuck buddy would always go along with whatever the other wanted. I thought you were my fuck buddy." He was hitting way below the belt and he knew it. "Don't go there," warned Paula. "Why not, I only want to know where we stand as fuck buddies." Gavin was teasing, he did not mean what he was saying, he was already resigned to going home without getting off again. Paula on the other hand took her duties very seriously and expected the same of him. "OK. But be prepared to pay the price later." She warned. "What?" He was not sure what any of that meant. Paula turned to the doe eyed young girl, "Rachel, you idiot, if you want to take part in some short lived debauchery with a couple of aging wrinklies then now's your chance. You are over the age of consent the choice is yours." Fantasies Fulfilled Ch. 09 "You mean?" he was still not sure what was going on. Rachel answered Paula by standing and dropping the sheet to the floor. Paula made room for her on the bed. "Are you on the pill Rachel?" she asked. "No, but it'll be alright it's the wrong time of the month for me to get pregnant." "Yeah right; Gavin under no circumstances are you to enter this girl. Do you hear me?" "Oh my. I didn't really.. I mean we shouldn't, you don't have to." His cock shouted for him to shut up, so he did. Instead, he kissed Paula long and deep, his gratitude knew no bounds, and as he kissed her, a young hand slipped between their bodies and grasped his throbbing penis. Paula released her lips from his and moved her hand to join Rachel's on his throbbing member. Rachel was on her knees leaning over them both examining his cock in detail. It was not the first cock she had held or looked at in fact it was the fourth, it was not the biggest but it was the oldest and hardest. She was fascinated by the way it pulsed in her fist. Paula's hand was below hers nearer to the base two of her fingers were stroking Gavin's testicles. Gavin lay on his back he could not believe his luck, he was in heaven. For the second time in his life and in two days, he was naked on a bed with two women, not only that but it was two different women and one of them was a teenager and black. He looked down as Rachel licked the end of his cock. She lapped at it like a kitten drinking milk. Paula was watching with growing fascination. Rachel was just a few months older than her daughter. Did her daughter behave like this? She thought of the contrast of Rachel's dark skin, her femininity against his manhood, her tender years against their age, and her inexperience against their worldly ways. Rachel was undeniably stunningly beautiful, Paula continued to stare and think, she was suddenly snapped out her trance like state by a dark hand tenderly reaching out to her breast. Paula's immediate reaction was to pull away, but then she was caught by the twinkling gaze of the exotic beauty staring into her eyes while her tongue lapped at the head of Gavin's penis. Paula relaxed and thought better of scaring inhibitions into the girl. Paula closed her eyes and Rachel softly caressed her nipple. Gavin wanted to lick a black girl's cunt. He pulled at Rachel's hips, Rachel got the message and lifted her leg over his head and lowered her wet vagina onto his face. He inhaled her musky aroma deep into his lungs, Rachel smelled a lot like Irene had a couple of days earlier, only fresher, cleaner, younger. He licked her engorged clitoris and was rewarded with a shudder and a mewing noise from Rachel. He pulled his head away as far as he could to get a better view of the wet cunt he was about to devour. Her outer lips were puffy, hairless and soft, protruding between them her inner lips were thin, wavy and almost jet-black, her prised them apart with his finger tips to reveal a flash of bright pink glistening cunt flesh, small bubbles of moisture were forming at the apex of the lips. Gavin licked her juice; she actually tasted faintly of lemons. He buried his nose into her vagina and moaned, Rachel squealed with delight as she had her pussy eaten properly for the first time. Paula watched with growing envy as Gavin's face disappeared into the young girl's crevice, he was obviously enjoying this. She decided to get in on the action and swung around so that her head was next to his cock and Rachel's lapping face. Paula leaned in to lick the other side of the cock head. Once more Rachel reached out to gently stroke Paula's nipples. Paula had to admit that the female contact was not unpleasant. With her face millimetres away from the teenager sharing her lover's cock, Paula's tongue touched Rachel's, at first by accident but repeatedly more deliberately until finally she was French kissing the teenage goddess. Rachel was a good kisser. Paula forgot that this was a girl, with her eyes closed, all she could feel was the tenderness, the hunger and the urgency with which she was being kissed, all the while soft hands caressed her breasts. Paula continued to stroke Gavin's cock up and down with her right hand... She was getting into this. With her left hand, she reached out and cupped the young girl's breast, her palm rubbing across the extended hardened nipple. Rachel moaned into her mouth. Gavin was rhythmically flicking his tongue across the bright pink nub of her engorged clitoris, whilst breathing in her aroma. He was aware of his penis being licked and played with but was not sure who was doing it. He reached out to where he thought Paula was, his hand found her buttocks, he reached a little further and roughly thrust two fingers into her cunt. Paula grunted approval into Rachel's mouth and pushed back against his hand. Rachel began to orgasm, she pushed her vagina hard against Gavin's face, she broke the seal of her kiss with Paula and gasped for air, a look of anguish and pain creased her face as her body cried out in unbearable ecstasy. Paula squeezed the brown tit under her palm, she watched in awe as the teenager experienced what was actually the biggest orgasm of her short life. Rachel lifted her vagina away from Gavin's mouth; she had become too sensitive for his touch. "Are you OK my little baby? He's very good at that isn't he?" "Oh yes, yes he is, yes indeed." Rachel lay on her back collecting her thoughts, catching her breath and basking in the afterglow of her huge orgasm. Gavin propped himself up on his elbow and played with his cock with his free hand. He was feeling pretty pleased with himself, he had gone down on a black girl and made her cum. Gavin and Paula lay on either side of Rachel; they both looked at her perfect body glistening with sweat. Gavin reached out and caressed her breast, it was firm, hard almost, the nipple was extended thick and very dark. He wanted to suck it, he looked at Paula and was surprised to see her lean down and begin to suckle on the other breast. His cock throbbed at the sight. He joined his lover in her feast of girl meat. Rachel sighed deeply as the two wrinklies worshipped at her chest. After several minutes Rachel had regained her composure. Gavin and Paula continued to suckle on her teats. "Hey, you two," they stopped sucking; "do I get to see him fuck you now?" Paula raised her head and looked at Gavin; he actually had a finger inserted in Rachel's cunt and was perfectly content to stay here forever. "What he really wants to do is to fuck you my dear, he knows he can have me anytime. But there's no way I'm letting you get pregnant so I'd say he probably wants to cum in your mouth." "Do I get a say in any of this." Asked Gavin. Actually cumming in the teenager's mouth sounded pretty good to him. "What about you?" Rachel asked while stroking Paula's hair. "I'm good" replied Paula. "Do her, like you did me." Rachel instructed Gavin and pushed them both away from her breasts and towards each other. Paula and Gavin kissed, the lithe teenage girl slid out from under them to watch from the end of the bed. Gavin's hand found Paula's left breast and squeezed. She moaned approval; he used his weight to push her onto her back without breaking the kiss or releasing her tit. Paula spread her legs. After a moment, his hand slowly traced its way from nipple to love mound and his fingers gently rubbed a line down her cunt lips spreading them easily to reveal to Rachel, Paula's inner secrets. Rachel could not help herself; she began rubbing her own slit just as Gavin was doing to Paula. She was so wrapped up in the sight before her she could not help but edge forward, until finally her face was just inches from his hand as it caressed Paula's cunt. She could smell the white woman's pink sex, she found it very arousing. Rachel grasped Gavin's wrist and lifted his hand out of the way. Feeling the action on his hand Gavin broke his kiss with Paula and looked down at Rachel who now had her nose just a fraction away from Paula's cunt. Rachel extended her tongue and lapped at the bloated clitoris before her. Paula's eyes shot open and breath in sharply, she instantly knew what was happening, she did not expect this, a female was licking her vagina. She was feeling quite panicky; she did not know how to react. Gavin looked back from Rachel's attempt at cunnilingus to Paula he was surprised to see the look of shock on her face. Her eyes questioned his and received a smile in return. She relaxed a little and concentrated on the actual feelings she was getting from her now anything but private parts. Rachel was nuzzling her clitoris and slowly pushing her thighs further apart, but was finding a lot of resistance in Paula's legs. Paula suddenly relaxed and her legs were thrust roughly apart. Rachel thrust her tongue into Paula's vaginal entrance. Paula closed her eyes. So what if it was a girl down there, with her eyes shut it could just as easily be George Clooney, and if the girl was enjoying herself then what the hell. Rachel thrust a couple of fingers inside the older woman's cunt causing Paula's breath to quicken. Gavin got onto his knees to watch the gorgeous black girls tongue lapping at Paula's hairless cunt. He began to stroke his cock with his right hand; he groped for Paula's tit with his left. Paula's breathing became more laboured and Rachel increased the pace of her thrusting fingers. "Oh yes, that's it, that's it, there, just there, yes, yes, yes yyyyeesss!" She convulsed her groin, mashing it against Rachel's thick lips; Paula put her hand behind Rachel's head and pulled it hard against her cunt. Gavin's hand was a blur on his rigid cock as it squirted a string of sticky white cum across the back of Paula's hand and onto Rachel's short curly hair. "Oh fuck!" He gasped as another shorter string landed on Rachel's brow and the bridge of her nose. "Jesus!" The third and final shot landed several tiny pools of clearer fluid across Paula's groin and hips. He collapsed backwards. Rachel managed to wrestle herself free of Paula's hands and thighs and lay across the bottom of the bed. Paula and Gavin lay panting trying to get their breath. "Fucking hell that was intense." Paula laughed. "I loved that, it was so fucking sexy. That was so fucking good to watch." "Thank you Rachel, you were really very good at that," sighed Paula. "You can thank your daughter for that, we get a lot of practice." laughed a light-headed Rachel. "WHAT?" "Oops. Errm; maybe you should save that conversation for another time." Suggested Gavin. Paula relaxed "What the hell," she thought, "So, my daughters muff diving with a Nubian princess. She could be doing a lot worse and from where I am right now I can hardly blame her." "We have to get dressed," she said. ------------------------------------------------- An hour, a shower and a cup of coffee later the three of them sat around the kitchen table. "I'd better phone work," said Gavin, walking to the telephone in the hall. "You can ask me, I know you want to." said Rachel. "What about?" Paula played the innocent. "Fiona." Paula was desperate to learn of her daughters sexual habits. "OK." She said, "Fiona has lots of boyfriends and I've always drummed into her about safe sex and contraception, does she take me seriously?" "Fiona is still a virgin. She says she's saving it for the right man." Paula almost laughed. It was exactly what most parents would want to hear but even so it did sound so outdated. "That's not to say she doesn't have a sex life, I know she likes to fondle her boy friends, and she and I used to practice on each other." "That's all I need to know, thank you." Gavin returned to the table. "Irene never arrived at work so I better go and put in an appearance." "Do you think she's still at your house?" "God I hope not, I couldn't cope with another round. I'll call home from work, it's probably safer." He stood to leave, his two companions rose with him. "Thanks for a fantastic afternoon," he said to both of them, he kissed Rachel gently on the mouth and cheek, and Paula on slowly on the lips. "Don't forget what I said, "warned Paula. He already had, "What?" "I said that you would have to be prepared to pay the price later." "I don't get it." "You will." She pecked him on the cheek and ushered him out of the door. He spent a few hours failing to concentrate at work and finally headed home to Elaine and his daughters. He was looking forward to a normal evening and to talking to Elaine about Irene. Now that Paula had been with a girl, perhaps she and his wife could....