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Forbidden Fruit

By: Laurie



Part I

As Kevin pulled his car to a stop in front of Laurie's sister's house, he asked, "Is that Michelle's truck?" 

Laurie shook her head and said, "Nope. It's her husband's." 

"The cop?" Kevin said 

"That's him," Laurie said as she giggled. "Don't worry. He won't be a problem." 

Kevin hesitated before he opened his door and followed Laurie across Michelle's yard to the front door. "I don't know about this, Laurie. Why don't we just go back over by your house and hang out somewhere until your mom leaves? Michelle's cool, but her husband makes me nervous." 

"Shit," Laurie said. "The way she was enjoying herself, it might be hours before Sally leaves. Don't sweat Jim. He won't be a problem. Besides, I already called Crystal and told her to meet us over here." 

"You could call her again and tell her we're going back to your house." 

Laurie shook her head and said, "I could, but I don't want to." 

Laurie tried the front door and when she saw that it was unlocked, she slowly eased it open. She motioned for Kevin to follow her inside and said, "Come on, stud. I bet he's back in their room taking a nap. I think he's working mid shift this month." 

Kevin nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the next and said, "Let's just go back to school, Laurie. This is too out there for me." 

"Fuck that," Laurie said. "I want to get high. Besides, we have to wait for Crystal." 

Laurie let the door shut and tip toed through the living room and the hall back to Jim and Michelle's bedroom. The door was only partially closed, so she gently pushed it open and observed Jim's sleeping form. She quietly admired her brother's muscular form as she made out what she knew to be his naked body underneath the sheet. Then she closed the door and went back to the living room. "You're in luck, stud. He's out like a light." 

"I still don't know, Laurie. This is very risky." 

She pressed her finger against his lips and said, "Will you shut the fuck up and kiss me?" 

Kevin looked at her, stunned, and said, "Huh?" 

"I said kiss me, stupid. Walking in on Sally like that got me horny as hell." 

"But I thought we were going to get high?" 

"We are," Laurie said. "That doesn't mean we can't fool around a little too." 

"But, what about Sergio?" 

Laurie chuckled and said, "Sergio's dick isn't the only one that fits in my pussy." 

"But, what about when Crystal gets here." 

Laurie grinned wolfishly and said, "She can join in." 

Kevin's eyes grew and he said, "You'd do that?" 

Laurie faked innocence and said, "Do what?" 

"Fool around with both of us." 

Laurie shrugged. "I'd fool around with you. I'd fool around with her. I'd fool around with both you." 

Before Kevin could say anything else, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his lips down to hers. Without further protest, Kevin let Laurie take the lead and allowed her to guide him backward to the sofa. As soon as she had pushed him down onto the sofa, she was pulling his shirt over his head. Then she let her kisses trail from his lips down to his lean torso. She giggled again when she felt Kevin catch his breath as soon as she flicked her tongue across one of his nipples. No longer thinking about Laurie's boyfriend, or her brother, or anything else, Kevin quickly found himself pulling her blouse out of her jeans and yanking open the buttons. His hands went to her small, perky breasts and he began to tweak her erect nipples as he returned her kisses. His hands slid down her toned stomach muscles until his fingers were at the snap of her jeans. He had them open and pushed halfway down her hips when they heard the doorbell ring. 

Startled. Kevin jumped and pushed Laurie to the side. Giggling at how jumpy he was, Laurie said, "It's just Crystal, silly. What are you afraid of?" 

The doorbell rang again, and as he franticly searched for his shirt, Kevin said, "Hurry up and get it before she wakes Jim up ringing the bell!" 

Without bothering to button her blouse or her jeans, Laurie casually stood and strolled in the direction of the front door. Desperate. Kevin pleaded, "Damnit, Laurie. Come on. And for God's sake, cover yourself up." 

She turned and blew him a kiss before opening the door. Crystal stepped into the house and as she observed Laurie's state of undress, she gave a soft whistle and said, "I'll leave if I'm interrupting anything." 

Laurie pushed the door shut and said, "Hell no, girl. As long as you made the score, you're welcome to come in and join us." 

Crystal couldn't resist reaching out her hand and giving Laurie's nipple a light flick with her middle finger. "Damn, Laurie. You could cut glass with those things. Kevin get you that worked up, or was it the excitement of knowing I was coming soon?" 

Laurie pulled Crystal to her and kissed her softly on the mouth. Their lips parted and Laurie probed her tongue into Crystal's mouth and slowly massaged Crystal's tongue with her own. Crystal dropped her purse to the floor as she cupped Laurie's ass in her hands pulled her body into hers. She slid her knee between Laurie's legs and enjoyed the feeling of power she seemed to have as she allowed Laurie to grind her crotch against her thigh. As they broke the kiss and the embrace, they turned to see Kevin staring at them in amazement. 

"Y-y-y-you all are f-f-f-fucking w-w-w-with me," he stuttered. 

"Say what, sweetie?" Laurie asked innocently. 

He shook his head and said, "I know y'all are setting me up. You do that as if you're old lovers and I'm not even here, but I'm not falling for it. You both could have any guy in the school." 

Laurie and Crystal both shrugged and Crystal said, "You're right. But, Laurie's more fun." 

"I just can't believe what I'm seeing," Kevin said. 

Laurie rolled her eyes and said, "Don't tell me you're the only person in school that hasn't seen that picture that's been passed around?" 

Kevin looked puzzled and said, "What picture?" 

"Come on," Laurie said. "I know you've at least heard about it." 

Kevin shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, right," Crystal said. "You mean you haven't seen the picture of Laurie going down on me. Everyone else has." 

"Get out of here," Kevin said. "Now I know you're fucking with me. You'd never pose for a picture like that." 

"Oh, we didn't pose for it," Laurie said. "But it did get taken, and it has been making its way around school." 

"If you didn't pose for it, what happened?" 

"Trust me, sweetie," Laurie said. "As soon as we find out, someone will wish they'd never been born." 

Crystal leaned forward and gave Laurie's still erect nipple a quick kiss and then bent the rest of the way to pick up her purse. "Come on," she said as she pulled out the Marijuana cigarette she'd just come from purchasing. "Let's enjoy this stuff right now. I have to get to cheerleading practice." 

"Let's go out back and smoke it by the pool," Laurie said. "Kevin's scared Jim will wake up and bust him." 

"Yeah," Kevin said. "I like that idea better than smoking it in here." 

After they finished smoking the joint, Laurie crushed the remains with her thumb and forefinger and sprinkled the ashes over the fence into Michelle's neighbor's yard. She turned back to Crystal and Kevin and said, "Let's go skinny dipping?" 

"Can't," Crystal said. "I'm already late for practice, and if I miss another one, Ms. Garza is going to kick me off the squad." 

Laurie shrugged and said, "Would that be so bad?" 

Crystal gave her a quick peck on the lips and said, "Don't be like that, dear. We'll get together tomorrow night after the game. Kevin here can take care of you for now." 

Before Laurie could say anything to him, Kevin cleared his throat and said, "I've got to go too. If I don't finish my English IV paper and hand it in tomorrow, I won't get to play tomorrow night." 

Crystal and Laurie both stared at him in disbelief. "You're turning down a piece of ass to go do homework?" 

Kevin ducked his head and said, "Sergio is my friend, Laurie." 

"You didn't seem to be worried about your friendship a little earlier when you were ripping my clothes off." 

"You had me all worked up. I wasn't thinking." 

"Shit. Fuck you," she said. "And get out of here." 

"Don't be mad." 

"Who's mad? I'm just horny. So beat it before I rape one of you." 

Once they were gone, Laurie popped some popcorn in the microwave and sat down in front of the TV to scan the channels with the remote. She didn't see anything she wanted to watch, so she took the bag of popcorn with her and tiptoed back to Michelle's room. She slowly eased the door open and snuck past her still sleeping brother to sit down at Michelle's computer. She double clicked the AOL icon and then whispered to herself, "Shit. I forgot her password." 

She tried M-I-C-H-E-L-L-E. No luck. "Fuck. I knew that would have been too easy." 

Next she typed J-I-M. Still, no luck. "Fuck me to tears. What the hell did the bitch change her password to?" 

Suddenly, an idea came into Laurie's head, and she typed in the letters F-U-C-K-Y-O-U. Then she clicked the enter button, and to her glee she was allowed to log in. "That's my Michelle." 

She spent a few minutes cruising the porn cites before she grew bored with the fake pictures of, the supposedly naked, Britney Spears. Then she logged into to www.literotica.com and softly clapped her hands with glee when she saw that BACK TO EGYPT Part Nine had been posted. She quickly opened the story and read the latest installment of her favorite author's newest submission. Once she had finished the story, she looked down and discovered that one of her hands had found it's way into her panties and that she was softly stroking herself. She hadn't even realized it until she finished the story. 

She quickly looked over her shoulder to see if Jim was still sleeping. Then she eased her jeans the rest of the way off. She'd never bothered to re-button them or her blouse. She tossed the jeans to the side and then searched for another story. First, she checked to see if Jack King had written part six of A TEMPTING VACATION. Disappointed. She saw that it was still only up to part five. She went back to the cite with the fake nudes of Britney Spears and again found her hand wandering back into her panties. She thought she heard stirring from the bed and turned to see that Jim was still asleep but had rolled onto his back. Before she turned back to the computer, her eyes grew wide as she saw the position of the sheet that covered him. "Oh my god," she said. "He's naked underneath there and he's got a goddamned hard-on." 

She could not resist or stop herself from easing over to the bed and slowly sliding the sheet down until he was no longer covered. She licked her lips as she watched Jim's uncut penis point straight to the ceiling. "God that's a beautiful cock," she thought. "It must be at least seven inches. And it's so fucking thick." 

Before she knew it, she was reaching out and taking the cock into her hand and softly stroking it. It felt like a skin-covered piece of steel in her hand. Her other hand went back into her panties as she kept working and stroking Jim's beautiful cock. She heard him moan and sigh as she leaned her lips to the tip of the cock and let the head slide into her mouth. She felt his hands on the back of her head and knew that he had still not yet completely awakened. She let him push her head down so that she could take the cock the rest of the way into her mouth and worked her lips up and down the shaft with the amusing thought running through her mind that Jim, in his state of semi-consciousness, believed that Michelle had come home and was giving him a wake-up blow job. 

Without missing a suck, she managed to get her panties off and toss them in the general direction of her jeans. Then she let Jim's raging penis slip out of her mouth. "No," he mumbled. "Don't stop." 

She positioned herself over him and rubbed the head of his cock over the lips of her pussy. Then, as his eyes opened, she sank down on him and let him enter her with one stroke. She held her finger to his lips and said, "Shhhhhhh." 

Jim didn't protest, but instead let his hands go to her tiny breasts and cup them as she impaled herself on his cock. He rubbed the nipples with his thumbs and then slid his hands down her sides until he was gripping her at each hip. Then he began to lift her up and down so that he could slide his cock in and out of her pussy. After only a few seconds of this, he was groaning and uncontrollably his cock began to spasm. As soon as he realized he was about to cum inside of her, he lifted her off and tossed her to the side so that his load would shoot harmlessly into the air. Once he had finished cumming, he looked at her and wondered at how completely innocent her eyes appeared. "My god, Laurie. I can't believe we just did that." 

She grabbed him roughly by the head and said, "Shut up until you've finished your job and made me cum." 

Then she pushed his face into her crotch and began to hump upwards against his tongue as he just as roughly rubbed it across her clit. In a few more moments, she was throwing her head back and screaming herself hoarsely into orgasm. Once the screams subsided and she seemed at near collapse, Jim maneuvered himself from between her legs and slid up to be beside her. Again he looked at her with amazement, as he thought to himself how completely innocent she appeared to be. And, how in actuality she was the complete opposite of innocence. She leaned her mouth to his and after they had briefly kissed said, "What are you thinking?" 

"Just wondering what would happen if Michelle came home right now." 

"Well," Laurie said. "She could definitely give you some pointers on how to eat pussy." 

* Part II

Michelle handed the cutting board and the carrot slicer to Tammy and picked up her ringing telephone. She checked the caller ID before pressing the talk button and said, "Hey, Sal. What's up?" Pause. "We already made the tortillas. Now Tammy's helping me fix the salad." Another pause. "Yeah. He's in the backyard with his buddies. They've got the grill going and are killing Coronas as they cook the fajitas." Michelle paused again and then laughed as she said, "Yep. Laurie is out there in her bikini. You know she isn't going to miss a chance to tantalize that many guys." Pause. "Lighten up, Sally. She's no different than you or me." Pause and more laughter. "True. That probably is a reason to be uptight." Pause. "Shit. If you aren't coming, at least stop by Albertson's and pick up Jim's cake for me." Pause. "Cool. Thanks, hon. Bye." 

Michelle pressed the end button and sat the phone down on the counter. Tammy looked up from the carrot she was slicing and said, "That your mom?" 

"Yep. She's not coming to the party. Her and her friend Sylvia are going to South Padre. She wants another tattoo plus she's talked Sylvia into getting one. She says she's not going to wait, or Sylvia might chicken out. " 

"Sylvia's going to get a tattoo? Wow." 

"Really," Michelle said. "Next thing we know, I'll have talked you into getting one." 

Tammy took a sip of her Corona and said, "Fat chance of that. Randy would freak." 

"When are you going to stop living your life by what does or doesn't upset Randy?" 

Tammy shrugged and said, "I don't know. Whenever you let me and my kids move in here, I guess." 

"That might be sooner than you think. " 

Tammy raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? How's that, and what's Jim going to say about it?" 

"Fuck Jim." 

Tammy shrugged and said, "That part could be fun." 

They both laughed and slapped each other's palms over their heads. Then Michelle said, "Anyway. Sylvia's daughter, Judy, and her friend Tara want to come swim in the pool. So, she's coming to drop them off and she's going to stop and pick up the cake on the way." 

"How old are they?" 

"A year older than Taylor." 

"Cool," Tammy said. "Taylor will have someone to talk to besides Laurie now." 

Michelle laughed and said, "You don't like Taylor hanging out with my sister do you." 

"No. No. It's not that. I just know. It's just that. Well. Laurie is just a little bit advanced for her." 

Michelle glanced around and then gave Tammy a quick kiss on the lips and said, "Taylor will be fine. They're about the same age apart as me and Laurie, and we always hung out." 

Tammy rolled her eyes and said, "And that's supposed to make me feel better?" 

Michelle kissed her again. A little longer this time. Just a little longer. They broke the kiss and Michelle said, "Watch it, lover. If I were more sensitive, I'd get offended." 

Tammy laughed and said, "HA. You? Sensitive?" 

"Ah, shut up," Michelle said as she pulled Tammy to her and their lips met again. Tammy found her hand going to Michelle's breast and cupping it with her fingers as she used her thumb to brush Michelle's growing nipple. Michelle pushed her tongue into Tammy's mouth and used it to massage Tammy's own tongue. She groaned as Tammy pulled her shirt out of her shorts and slid her hand up underneath until she was holding her bare tit. 

They both jumped when they heard Laurie say, "Jesus Christ. If you want to fuck, get a room." 

Tammy quickly broke away and pulled her hand out of Michelle's shirt. "Oh my god! Where's Taylor?" 

Laurie pinched Tammy's ass and said, "Calmate, guera. She's still outside working on her tan." 

"What's she got on?" 

"Duh," Laurie said. "Her swimming suit. The bottom half anyway." 

Tammy's blue eyes grew big and she sharply said, "What?" 

Laurie laughed and said, "Don't worry. She's lying on her stomach. None of the perverts out there are going to see those little titties of hers." 

Tammy's mouth fell open, but before she could rush out the back door; Michelle and Laurie each grabbed one of her arms. "Take it easy, TamTam," Michelle said. Then she looked at Laurie and said, "Tell her you're just kidding." 

Laurie sighed mischievously and said, "I'm only joking, sweetie. She has her top on. Of course they're still all ogling that cute little butt of hers." 

Tammy and Michelle both shot darts at Laurie with their eyes and Laurie held her palms up towards the ceiling and said, "What? It's not my fault her butt is cute. She takes after her mother." 

Despite herself, Tammy laughed and said, "I guess that part couldn't be helped. " 

"Don't be such a worry wart," Laurie said as she reached into Michelle's purse and pulled out her cigarettes. "You're reminding me of Sally." 

As she shook out a cigarette, Michelle said, "Go ahead, bitch. Help yourself." 

"Oh, thanks," Laurie innocently replied. She then placed the cigarette between her lips and offered the pack to Michelle. "Want one?" 

"Fuck you," Michelle said as she took the pack and shook another one out. 

"No thanks," Laurie came back. "I was thinking about getting laid elsewhere today, but I'll let you know if I don't get a better offer." 

They all laughed and Tammy shook her head when Michelle offered her the pack and said, "No. I'll just hit off yours or Laurie's." 

Laurie used the lighter from Michelle's purse to light both their cigarettes. As Michelle blew out a stream of smoke, she said, "Speaking of Sally, I just got off the phone with her." 

Laurie sighed and said, "Wonderful. When's she coming over to check up on me?" 

"She's bringing the cake for me and dropping off Sylvia's daughter and her friend. Then she's taking off with Sylvia." 

"Good," Laurie said. "It gets so boring having to act virginal while she's around. She's been spending a lot of time with that Sylvia lately." 

"Yeah, so what?" Michelle said. "They like hanging out. Sally is liberating her." 

"Uh-huh," Laurie said. "Me and Kevin skipped out of Home Room the other day and were going to meet Crystal at the house to get high. Sylvia's car was in the driveway when we got there." 


Forbidden Fruit



I've waited so long for this... to be alone with you. I know you're the last person on Earth I'm supposed to lust after, but I simply can't ignore the way I've felt for years anymore. Watching you walk along the path to meet me you still take my breath away. It's not that you're wearing anything special, quite the opposite in fact, as you're dressed in your work shirt. It's not the way you walk, it's just... you. Something low within me tightens as my breath races to catch up with my heartbeat. Your eyes make contact with mine finally, as a slow smile spreads across your face. 

To think this all began with a night of drunk texting. It was definitely the conditions for the perfect storm, both of our significant others working nights, both of us bored at home after the kids had all been put to bed, our hormones raging in reaction to the years of light, playful flirting. Figuring out you felt the same pull and desire towards me that I'd felt for you for so long was just like having a direct door open up to this moment, right here, right now. I'd never in a million years had guessed that behind all the playful comments and seemingly careless teasing was real passion. Becoming your babysitter was just the beginning of how close we would eventually become, and had the added benefit of opening up a line of communication that had less and less to do with the kids as time went on and more to do with lustful things we both craved. If our significant others knew what we were up to, how shocked and angry they'd be! Their feelings played no part in this whole situation, in spite of what little morals I desperately tried to adhere to in the wake of my unimaginable hunger for you. As bad as I felt, as much guilt as I has because of this secret, I just couldn't shake my desire for you, as strong a desire as I've ever had for anyone in my life. 

Before you can even say a word, I close the last few steps to you, then slowly my hands up and down your sides as I tilt my head up for a kiss. Your lips brush mine, nibbling lightly before pulling playfully away. Your hand traces up my back and neck before winding itself in my hair, pulling my head back lightly as you explore my mouth with gentle flicks of your tongue, a tease of what's yet to come. Your other arm winds around my waist, pulling my body closer to yours until I'm pressed tightly against you. A low moan escapes your lips and sends shivers down my spine. I raise my leg and rest it on your hip, your hand moving to hold it there while beginning to slowly grind your hips into me, coaxing small noises out of me. 

"God," you whisper, pulling me closer to you. Your lips capture mine again, your tongue dancing on mine as your fingertips slip under the edges of my dress, lifting it up slightly to trace up and down my thigh. Your hand slides around back to gently cup my ass, caressing the skin there until goosebumps appear. 

I slid my hands under your shirt, eager to feel your skin against my own. You pause your hips to finish taking off your shirt, tossing it behind you without care, your eyes locked on mine. Putting both hands around my face, you gently pull my face towards your own, gripping my long brown locks in both of your hands. You slide one hand down in between my legs to rub my pussy through the white thong I'm wearing, exploring the wetness already gathered there. Your fingers find my clit and tease it with quick movements. Most of the foreplay here has already been done for you, the longing and desire burning me up from within before you even laid a hand on me. 

My hands dig into your shoulder as you increase the pace, my hips rolling to match the rhythm. My breath comes out in short gasps and small, quiet noises. Your eyes darken as you tease me, knowing how I've wanted and waited for this for so, so long. 

You remove your hand from me, struggling to open your belt buckle one handed. As you fumble with the button of your khakis, I quickly slip the thong down my long, toned legs, tossing it in the direction of your discarded shirt in the vain hopes of finding it later. The khakis fall to the ground around your ankles, blending in with the colorful foliage. 

"Down" you command me, your voice deepened with overwhelming desire as you half push, half guide me down to my knees in front of you. I wrap my left hand around your cock, resting my right hand on your hip to steady myself, and slowly slide my lips just over the purplish head of your thick, short cock. Gasping quietly, you first run your hand through my hair before tightly grasping it and feeding your cock to my willing mouth slowly, teasing me as much as you are teasing yourself. Unconsciously, small, impatient sounds escape your mouth, your head tilted back as you give yourself over to the sensations I'm enticing out of you. I squeeze your right hip as I bob my head up and down the smooth length of your cock, savoring the knowledge that I'm the reason your whole body is quivering and shaking. I've wanted this for ages it seems, and to finally be here, alone at last with you in the woods on one of the last warm fall days is a memory I could live and feed off of for years to come. 

Suddenly you grab my up by my arms, your grip digging in slightly as you lift me to my feet in front of you. Crouching down in front of me, you lift my dress up around my waist with both hands and pin it above my hips behind me, your fingertips lightly digging into my ass. Moving close to my pussy, you nudge my legs open wider, you tongue darting in to touch my sensitive clit and administering a preview of what was yet to come. Keeping my dress bunched up in your hands, you maneuver your hands around to my front, careful not to rip or overly stretch the fabric as you spread my pussy lips and expose my clit. 

Pleasure rises up and crashes down on me in waves as your tongue caresses my already engorged clit. Lightly flicking your tongue, your blue eyes flit upward to gauge my reactions. As we make eye contact you pull my clit into your lips and gently suck on my clit, causing me to arch my back and gently dig my hand into the back of your head as I exhale in low moans. I move my leg and place it up on your shoulder, allowing you better access to my wet pussy and allowing me to rock my hips against your tongue, silently pleading for you to not stop, to never stop, please god please... 

Before I can ask, you slip a finger into my well lubed pussy, gliding it in and out a few times before moving your finger around inside me, searching for that perfect spot, finding it within mere seconds and putting gentle pressure on it. Using your finger to make a "come hither" motion, you have my whole body twitching and shivering, alive with electric pleasure. My moans start getting louder, echoing off the surrounding trees and bushes. I tilt my head back, the soft sunlight highlighting my freckles and cheekbones as I give in completely to the sensations travelling up from my tender center and back down my spine. You slide another finger in, increasing the speed of your fingers against my G-spot as your thumb massages my clit. My moans and groans increase in volume, separated by breathy exhalations as I desperately try to hold myself up, both of my legs shaking. 

Removing your dripping fingers, you pull me down on the ground in front of you and turn me around, my knees digging into the dirt as you push them apart with yours. I feel the hard, swollen tip of your cock pushing in gently, sliding in just a bit before pulling back out again. You continue this torturous teasing until I whimper and lean back, begging wordlessly. 

"Beg for it" you say evilly, tracing my opening with your stiffened cock. I push back, trying to tease you back, trying not to beg with words, not just yet. You move away from me, keeping just the tip of your engorged cock in me. Shifting the angle, you push in just a little deeper before drawing back out again and slowly going back and forth over my G-spot as I look back at you pleadingly, arching my back and giving you my best "please, pretty please" eyes. 

You shake your head no at me, one eyebrow arched playfully, as you continue working me towards a earth-shattering climax. My heart pounds against my heaving chest, my full firm breasts still contained in my peach colored sundress. 

"Please," the words come out barely audible. I shut my eyes, knowing it's inevitable that I'll beg louder. Not completely willingly, but I could already tell I had gotten in over my head with you. Almost ten full years older than me, of course you'd know how to make a woman beg and moan and scream for you. How foolish of me to think this would just be an easy, casual fuck. Something to get out of my system, and then move on with my life. Your actions gave me a pretty big hint that you had something completely different in mind, something that would and could never be forgotten. 

"Louder, princess. I want you to really beg for me, for this cock. Show me how bad you've craved this. " Your words echo texts we'd sent back and forth previously, me spelling out my desire plainly and honestly, unable and unwilling to play coy any longer at the time. Your gravelly voice seemed to run up and down my spine, making me lightly tremble and adding to the moisture between my legs. 

"Christ, please, please, please!" I moaned for you, louder this time, torn between wanting you to give into me and wanting you to force me to beg better than that for you. Cruelly, you slid your cock all the way in me, slamming into me hard enough that I gasped unwillingly, unready for the crescendo of bliss that seemed to affect every inch of my body before pulling almost all the way out. 

"I said really beg, not just try and get your way." You chastised teasingly. "It's alright if you don't know how to beg properly like a good bitch. I'll teach you." 

Having never been called any names during sex before, I wasn't quite sure how to react. Luckily my body wasn't as slow as my head and judging by how hard your words made my pussy clench I could tell right away you'd hit on something I hadn't even known was a turn on for me. 

Faster than I could blink, you had me flipped over on my back, your hands holding my hips tight enough that there would be tiny bruises for my enjoyment the next day. Lifting my hips up to your mouth, you give me a slow lick from top to bottom, wiggling your tongue from left to right. I'm already so close from you teasing my G-spot that the sight of you doing that is almost enough to make me come. I'm right there on the edge, so tantalizingly close to coming that I could almost feel my body humming, ready to just slip over the edge into sweet oblivion. 

"Fuck, please, baby please, god I'm.... oh I'm so fucking close, please," I begged unashamed now, wanting too badly already to be given relief from my pent up orgasm. 

A low chuckle is all I hear in response as you pull your lips away from my sweet spot, flipping me back over facing the ground. I feel your firm, strong hand push my chest into the ground, smudging dirt on the front of my dress as your other hand pulls my hips up so my ass is facing straight towards you like an offering. Flipping the bottom of my dress over my back to keep it out of the way, you roughly shove your cock all the way into me, and pull it back out so slowly I feel like I'm going to go crazy. You repeat the motion again, slamming your thick curved cock into me making me almost scream out in a mix of pleasure and pain, and slowing drawing it back out of my pussy until there's nothing left of me but a whimpering, begging thing. Unable to think straight, it's all I can do to clench onto the ground as you entice noises out of me I never knew I could make. You reach around, gently pinching my clit as your body crashes into mine, your animalistic grunts letting me know you're enjoying this as much as I am. 

I can hear someone almost screaming "Oh, oh, oh!" over and over again, not quite able to realize it's my own voice echoing off the forest. My whole body is shivering, shaking, would have collapsed form the overwhelming pleasure of your attentions if not for the position your hands held me firmly in. 

Right as I'm about to come, you pull out, giving me your smuggest look. You motion with your hand held out, finger twirling in a circle for me to turn over and get on my back. Moving closer to me on your knees, you lift the dress up and over my head and toss it away from me before pushing me down callously, leaning over me and running your hands up and down my chest. Your fingers alternatingly pinch my nipples and cup my breasts as they move up and down my body, a small smile on your face. I breathe a sigh of relief at the obviously appreciative look on your face. Being fully nude in front of a new lover is always a slightly nerve racking experience, but right now being fully displayed in front of you only makes me realize how much I wished we had done this sooner. 

You lay on top of me, pushing my body down into the ground as your lips once again capture mine, your tongue intertwining with mine. Lower, you rub your shaft against my clit, as I moan and whimper into your mouth, my physical needs way past the point of needing immediate release. Drawing your hips back once more, you glide all the way inside of me as I wrap both my legs around yours. A few quick strokes and I'm already to the edge again, my body trembling from head to toe. 

"Are you gonna be a good whore for me?" You whisper in my ear. "Gonna swallow my big load down your pretty little throat?"

"Yes, please god yes, anything." My pleas come out in one long whisper, my pussy clenching in response to your words. I nuzzle right below your ear, lightly flicking my tongue against the delicate skin there. 

You inhale quickly, before grabbing my hands, pinning them above my head and proceeding to pound mercilessly into me. My lower back arches off the ground, my shoulders digging into the leaves and small twigs underneath me without notice or care. All I can feel, the only thing I'm aware of is the sensation of your flesh meeting mine in an unimaginable collision of the purest euphoria. The world disappears as my orgasm rides me, the pleasure so intense it's almost painful. I'm barely aware of anything at the moment, aside from your cock ramming into my, and my nipples grazing your chest as your body moves above mine. Vaguely I feel your short nails digging into the skin on my wrists as you approach your climax. As I'm slowly coming back to earth, you withdraw from me, catching me by the wrist and pulling me upright on my ass so my mouth meets your twitching cock just in time for the first load to shoot down my throat. Head back, eyes closed, you shove your cock down my throat, a low growling emanating from deep within your chest as your orgasm courses throughout your body. Staring down at me you wrap one hand in my hair and throat fuck me as carefully as you can as the last few drops spill down my throat. Pulling back, I grasp your semi hard cock in one hand while lapping up every drop from the tip, running my tongue all around the edges of the head to watch you tremble. Your hand still wrapped in my hair, your firmly pull me up on my knees in front of you and slide your other arm around my waist, holding me close to your body as you give me another deep kiss, your tongue probing into my mouth to catch the last of your taste. 

After a few moments, we get up, deciding it was time to look for our no doubt soiled clothes and return to our spouses. Turning back towards my car, I'm stopped by your voice.

"You do know you said you'd do anything for me, right?" you ask, a sly smile spreading across your face as your blue eyes twinkle mischievously. 

"Yes." My voice is hoarse, throat a little scratchy. My green eyes lock on his, waiting to see just where he was going with this. 

"I'm going to see about that, next time." You turn towards your work van and drive off, leaving me to wonder what exactly you had in store while trying, and failing to ignore how eager I was to hear that there would be a next time.



Forbidden Fruit



I was home one morning. My wife was out shopping and Janice, my daughter, was in the shower. I was standing at the end of the hallway when Janice opened the bathroom door and crossed over to her bedroom. I guess she didn't realize I was there looking at her. Janice was naked as she went across the hall. I could see her small breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect and standing out from her chest. I caught a glimpse of her pubic thatch as well.

This was bad timing for me. My wife had lost all interest in lovemaking these days. I hate to say it, but we hadn't had sex in nearly six months. I didn't know what was going on with her. She always had some excuse for me. To top it off, a woman at work was coming on to me. Rachel had just gotten a divorce and she had her sights set on me. She would hang around my desk at work and she asked me to go to lunch with her multiple times.

I knew what she wanted, but I resisted. If I had sex with her it would get around and I didn't want her getting her claws into me. I was sitting on the couch thinking about all this when Janice walked out from her room. She was wearing a shirt and she didn't have a bra on. She also was wearing a pair of tight shorts. I couldn't help but stare. Janice sat down next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I guess you saw me walking across the hallway," Janice said.

I told her that I had.

"You didn't get too excited, did you?"

"Just a little," I told her truthfully.

I know you shouldn't be thinking about your nineteen year old daughter, but I couldn't help it these days. Janice had this surprised look on her face. We looked each other in the face and then Janice leaned over and kissed my lips. I didn't pull back, but I was a little shocked. I guess all my self-control got lost at that moment. We were all of a sudden groping each other. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and I pulled it up over her head. God, her pouty nipples were right in my face. I had to kiss them.

I leaned down and surrounded her one tit with my mouth. 

"Oh my God!" Janice blurted out.

I slowly worked on each of her tits. I was so fucking horny right then. A few minutes passed and I stood up. I started shedding all my clothes. In a few seconds I was standing there completely naked. My dick was already half hard. Janice didn't waste any time. She reached out and took my dick in her hand. She brought it to her lips and she took me in her mouth.

All she did was to lick and kiss my mushroom crown. I got hard in a few minutes time. I had to have my daughter, that's all there was to it. I got Janice's shorts off and I had her lie back on the couch. I climbed in between her legs and I found her gash with my mouth. I wasted no time licking up and down her dripping slit. Janice was letting out these loud moans as I tasting her oozing pussy. 

I had no idea whether my daughter was on the pill or not. I didn't use a rubber with my wife. I threw caution to the wind that day. I guided my cock to Janice's opening and I entered her. My daughter was so fucking tight. It was a big difference from my wife, that much was for sure. Janice's muscles had me in a tight grip. I slowly eased all the way in. I held my rod in place and let Janice feel my length.

"You feel so fucking big, Daddy."

I am around seven inches in length and average thickness. It didn't matter to Janice. We were soon meeting each other's thrusts.

"Fuck me as hard as you can Daddy!"

I did as she asked. I began to go faster. My low hanging balls were hitting my daughter's ass. It was hot that day. Beads of sweat were dripping down onto Janice's chest and belly. I took hold of her legs and pushed them towards her chest. I got as deep as was humanly possible there on the couch. I must have been doing something right. I could feel Janice having these small orgasms as I gave her my throbbing prick. 

She was soon screaming and panting as I fucked her. It was like she was in heat for me. I did let go of her legs and Janice slid them up high onto my back. She had me in a tight scissors as I pounded her pussy with my swollen cock. We must have done it for close to an hour that day. I felt like I was getting closer. Janice must have sensed this.

"I want you to cum in me Daddy."

I couldn't bring myself to ask if she was on birth control or not. I just kept fucking my daughter until I exploded. I had all those weeks worth of cum stored up inside me. It felt like I shot stream after stream into Janice for a good ten minutes. Janice had her head thrown back as she milked my dick dry of all my baby cream. I finally did stop and I held my dick in place as Janice had more orgasms. Luckily I stayed hard for a long time. 

When I finally pulled out my white cum came oozing out of my daughter's red pussy. Janice looked spent after all that hard lovemaking. Once again I kissed her hard nipples as we attempted to calm down some.

"That was so good," Janice told me.

Eventually she went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I wish we could have continued, but my wife was due back soon. When my wife Kate did arrive home we were both dressed and we had calmed down from all our passionate sex. The next part was difficult. My wife seemed to be around all the time. We had to wait for some days until she finally left the house for a few hours. We wasted no time. We went to Janice's bed and got undressed. This time Janice had me lie back and she mounted me.

I love reaching up and pinching my daughter's nipples as she slid up and down my erect dick. I think we made more noise this second time around. Janice was begging me to give her more of my love cream. I could no longer let it slide. I had to ask.

"Are you on the pill, Janice?"

Janice gave me this sheepish look. I knew right then that I was taking my fertile daughter with my bare cock. You probably think I should have pulled out right then and got some rubbers and continued. Call me stupid or just plain horny. I kept feeding Janice with my unsheathed cock. Maybe in the back of my mind and Janice's, we wanted this to occur. Crazy as it sounds, I thought about the possibility of impregnating my daughter. She obviously had thought about that as well.

I guess I just lost it right then.

"I am going to impregnate you Janice. I want you to have my baby," I told her.

"Yes Daddy, I want your baby, cum in me!"

We went harder and faster from there. I was bringing my ass up from the bed and our pubic mounds slapped together. There seemed to be a sense of urgency from that moment on. Janice kept sliding up and down me. I reached down and took her ass cheeks in both my hands. I pulled them apart as I fed her cock. The time finally came. Janice dropped down onto me and I let out this grunt. I sent a fountain of my hot spunk into her belly.

All I could think of was that I was coating my daughter's ripe eggs. I was going to give Janice exactly what she craved. Janice squeezed my cock with some pressing need. I was sending hot ropes of my seed into her greedy pussy. I seemed to have so much cum to give Janice. When she would pull off of me, my hot load would come dripping out of her hole. It really got both of us so worked up. Janice tried to keep as much of my cum inside her, but she eventually had to go and clean up.

There is a sense of excitement in both of our lives now. I have given up on my wife. Maybe she has a lover, I really don't care. All I can think about is finding some time alone with Janice so we can work on making a baby together.



Forbidden Fruit



Now in the eighth year of my affair with Beth, things had matured to the point that I was openly soliciting men for trysts with her. Besides an internet Adult, "Friend Finder," site, we were members in good standing at a local "Sex Club," as well as frequent visitors at "Adult" night clubs and strip clubs. While I still enjoyed sex in its many manifestations with her, I'd found that arranging rendezvous with strangers was a tremendously erotic form of foreplay, one enjoyed by both she and I. What made it doubly fun for me was her complete ignorance of what I'd been up to! She knew nothing about the adult website or the fact that we hardly ever went anywhere without me trying to arrange having a man or couple converging on that location with a scenario that I'd developed, the sole intent of which was to have them seduce her.

There was, however, one "stranger" that seemed to hold her interest more than any other. That was her boss, the principal of the elementary school where she taught. Knowing this and also knowing that he was just as interested, I bided my time, confident that they couldn't keep away from one another forever.

The afternoon before these events took place, as I waited in her classroom for her, he finally made his move. Unfortunately for both of them, they hadn't counted on my being there when he chased her into the room, his hands on her ass!

This is how I handled that indiscretion and her subsequent efforts to cover it up.

It is also a story about my six week fling with a young woman who'd been a part of our affair from the beginning, mostly a sore point in Beth's life, one that she had whole heartedly wished she could change.

This was Beth's daughter Kim.

I'd first met her when she was sixteen and I was substitute teaching at the local high school, at her mother's insistence by the way. Kim had no idea who I was, other than someone who seemed to interest her. I knew it was her that day only because she was wearing things from her mother's secret stash of "erotic" clothing, the very same clothes that I'd purchased for Beth to wear on our dates..., and not for her daughter to wear to school!

While I'd only had Kim in my classes for a week, something had sparked between us that took over two years to finally produce a flame. I'd recently visited the restaurant where she was summer waitressing, the two of us flirting and her asking me to take her out on a date. She'd insisted that it be, "..., somewhere adult."

I hope you enjoy the accounts.

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I got to the school at exactly 4:00. Sitting at the entrance to the parking lot, watching the staff exiting, until only one car was left.

As had been the case on the previous afternoon when I left, Alan's car was not parked in his assigned space, having deserted Beth like a rat on a sinking ship.

It was time for she and I to talk.

I walked very quietly to her classroom, standing in the open doorway, finding her sitting at her desk, correcting papers. And, as on the previous afternoon, she sensed someone else there and looked up.

Her face was a mask, lacking the glow that I had seen on every previous encounter with her. It conveyed neither anger, nor sadness, but rather a sense of resignation.

She stood up but didn't move from behind the desk, her head down, not, I was sure, still looking at the papers.

I didn't move either.

Picking her head up, she looked at me, and then, "I'm sorry."

I nodded, an unspoken acceptance of her apology.

"It happened just like you said it would, he and I alone in the office, flirting..., fooling around. Then he asked me what I thought of him..., not professionally but personally. I told him the truth, that I liked him, thought he was cute and that I found him attractive in a lot of ways.

"Cute? Or cute and sexy?" he asked.

"Cute and sexy," I answered, "but dangerous too."

"Dangerous..., dangerous how?"

"Dangerous because you don't seem to have a problem putting your personal and profession life on the line over a chance to fool around with a co-worker," I told him. "

"Beth," he said, "I'm a man. All men approach life in different ways. I chose to live by a simple creed, "I was put on this planet to procreate," and in order to do so, I need to chose a woman to mate with. In all of nature there are very few animals that mate with one specific individual for life, man being one. But it is religious and societal pressure that forced men to become monogamous, not nature. I see a beautiful woman and I'm biologically attracted to her, it's that simple. Danger has nothing to do with that attraction, unless of course, that woman's mate is in the vicinity."

"I laughed and told him, "That sounds like a line that a third year psychology major or an anthropology professor might use to get into the pants of a young co-ed. But you're married, with children and the principal of an elementary school. You seemed to have found the woman with whom, "..., to procreate," so why the endless chase?

"He looked at me with a serious expression, and then stepped very close. He put his hands on my shoulders, looked me right in the eyes and told me, "From day one I've been attracted to you...."

"Which is why," I interrupted him, "you decided to fool around with poor Judy and almost got her and yourself fired!"

"Again he got that serious look, before saying, "You're wrong about who chased whom. She came after me, and if you asked her, she'll admit it."

Still looking at me, she continued, "With that, he slid his hands down on my ass, saying, "If an angel had come down and sat on my shoulder, on my first day of work in this building, and told me I could have a sexual affair with one..., any one of the teachers on my staff..., I wouldn't have chosen Judy, I would have chosen you."

She started to say, "I looked him right back in the eyes and asked him...," when I interrupted, "Did you take his hands off your ass, or move away from him?"

She seemed startled by my question, so engrossed in the moment that the question baffled her.

Now she looked back down at the papers on her desk, thinking I was sure, on how to answer the question. Only then did she realized that her pregnant pause had already given me her answer, so she just looked back up at me and said, "No."

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I waited two weeks before going back to the restaurant. While it was somewhat because I didn't want to seem too eager to take her up on her proposition, it was also because I knew my wife was scheduled to go to her sister's house on that Thursday for a long weekend.

Not making an entrance, I took a seat at the bar, ordered a drink from Jeff and watched Kim work her section. Same white shorts, but a new tank top, this one sunshine yellow, same logo on the front, "EAT HERE!" still on the back.

No longer viewing that epithet as a demand..., I now looked at it as an invitation.

I was discovered less than 2 minutes later, my presence probably tipped off by Jeff.

She seemed very happy to see me, a big hug and a kiss on the lips that surprised me with its intensity.

"Are you taking me out today?" she asked, her eagerness obvious.

"Not today," I answered, "But if you're free on Thursday, I can take you out then."

She gave me another kiss, this one even longer, with an almost neck wrenching hug, "Okay..., Thursday..., here at 4:00!"

She turned to go back to her tables, but stopped, turned and looked at me, "And don't forget..., I want to go somewhere adult."

I nodded.

She took another step and turned again..., "What should I wear?"

Now it was my turn..., "Bring a pair of, "adult" shoes."

She gave me a quizzical look, shrugged, bounced two steps back to me and gave me another kiss.

Then she was gone.

I watched her ass before turning to ask Jeff for my tab. I found him doing the same thing..., watching her ass. He rung up my drink and slid the slip across the bar, his expression seemingly neutral, but his eyes...."

Thursday afternoon, I returned to the restaurant. I got there at 3:45, wanting Kim to know that I wasn't going to stand her up, and to have a drink to steel my resolve, these three questions rattling around in my brain for the past 48 hours: 1) "What if Beth found out about this?" 2) "What if Kim found out about her mother and I?" Even worse, 3) "What if Todd, Beth's husband and Kim's father, found out about everything!!!"

Again, I didn't make an entrance, going to the bar to order a drink. As he had on Tuesday, Jeff acknowledged me with a nod and made me my vodka and tonic without asking. Again, his facial expression was neutral, his eyes..., questioning.

Kim, who told me she'd been looking for me since noon, waved when she saw me, a small trey of food in her hand. She circled around the bar and gave me a quick kiss, "Twenty minutes," she said, continuing around the bar and into the kitchen.

A half hour later, me working on my second drink, she emerged from the back of the restaurant looking ready to go. She'd changed out of her, "work uniform," now wearing blue denim short shorts and a plain white tank top.

Clothes that looked very apropos on an 18 year old.

Besides her pocketbook, she was carrying a white plastic bag, the "adult" shoes I was sure.

I drove and we discussed a variety of topics, mostly related to the impending start of her college experience. She was going to attend URI, (her idea) the size of the school and all of the choices inherent with a student body that large, appealing to her.

During the drive, she never asked where we were going, settling instead for the, "adult," conversation.

Almost an hour later, when we rounded a curve on a country road, miles it seemed from anything remotely civilized, a vision appeared in the windshield of the car, so big and so unexpected that Kim gasped, before asking, "What is that?"

I didn't answer, instead letting the magnitude of the structures overwhelm her, until we turned into the entrance, Native American symbols framing the sign, "Welcome to Foxwoods," followed by, "Lands of the Mashantucket Pequot."

"Holy Shit!" she screamed..., "Foxwoods!!!"

I got a hundred kisses from there to the valet parking.

As was always the case with her mother, Kim got appreciative looks for the valet attendants, one of whom I tipped a twenty to take the bags from my back seat to Kim's destination.

Escorting her through the entry hall, her mouth hanging open from the sheer size of the edifice, I led her to a bank of elevators, one of which took us to the tenth floor of the building. The elevator door opened to the entrance to the, "Grand Pequot Spa," another sight that left her speechless.

Not waiting for her to ask a question, although the amazement of her situation would have probably prevented that, I guided her to the reception desk and asked for, "Gwen." A moment later, an exquisite young oriental girl stepped through a side door and greeted us. First she bowed to me and then, smiling the whole time, held her hand out and introduced herself to Kim.

Looking back at me, she told me, "She is even more beautiful that you described. When I return her to you, she will be relaxed and ready for whatever your plans for the evening."

"Thank you Gwen," I replied, "I would never think otherwise. Please remember that we have dinner reservations for 8:30."

"I will present her at 8:00," with another bow.

Gwen took Kim's hand..., but in a moment of doubt, more panic, Kim excused herself and walked over to me. "What are you doing to me?"

Stifling a laugh, I told her, "You're going to have a spa treatment and then you and I are going to have dinner. In between, I'm going to be playing Blackjack and, hopefully, I'll win enough to pay for your, "adult," experience."

"But...?"

Nodding toward Gwen, I told her, "Go with her and enjoy yourself. There are a thousand women on this reservation right now who would gladly give away their first born to have the spa treatment you're going to receive. I'll see you at 8:00 and then you can tell me if I've wasted your time and my money."

Kissing her on the nose, I turned her and gave her a little push toward Gwen.

They both waved as the elevator doors closed.

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"So," I said, taking a step into the classroom, "what would have happened if I hadn't been here yesterday?"

Again, she couldn't just come out and answer my question, instead trying to mitigate the circumstances..., "What would have happened? What do you mean? It was just...."

Now I had her and it was time to put an end to this charade.

At least I hoped so!

"Please stop the bullshit! What would have happened if I hadn't been sitting in the back of this room?"

Head back down, she muttered, "I don't know."

Just as quietly, I responded, "You don't know? Well I do know. There wasn't anyone else here but the janitors and they were on the other side of the building. Your car and Alan's were the only ones in the parking lot. Alan would have grabbed you ass and then told you how much he wanted you..., how he'd been fantasizing about you for all of this time and how there couldn't be a better time for you and him to see just how sexually matched you were...,"

"But I wouldn't have...," she interrupted.

I took two more steps toward her. "Please..., how can you tell that you would have said, "No?"

She said nothing.

Then I asked, "Have you seen him today?"

"He was outside this morning, like he is every day, greeting the buses. When he saw me, I could tell he was a little anxious, he asked, "Everything okay?"

I told him I didn't know, but I was hoping to talk to you today. Then he said, "Well, we weren't doing anything..., just fooling around."

"I don't think he saw it that way," she replied, "he's suspected for some time that I'm attracted to you, and he told me that what he saw only confirmed that."

Shaking her head, she continued, "With that Alan smiled, "But he didn't tell you that it was over, did he?"

I told him, "No."

"And he wasn't angry or yelling?"

"No." I answered again, walking toward the front door."

"Turning, he asked, "Does he care?"

She stood there looking at me.

I ignored the obvious question, letting my next statement answer that for her.

"So," I said, moving to the other side of her desk, "because you've been lying to me about Alan, I've come up with a punishment that I think would be reasonable for both of you."

Now putting her hands on her hips, she tilted her head and said, "You've decided on a fair punishment," her voice defiant.

"If you've got a better judge, considering the circumstances, I'd be willing to listen."

Her voice now imploring, "But I didn't do anything."

"Yes you did. You actually did two things. First, lost in the moment of your admitted, "..., flirting and fooling around," you forgot that I was coming in to visit you. And second, if I hadn't been in the classroom, there is ample evidence that you would have had some sort of sexual experience with Alan. Am I wrong?"

This time..., she knew she was only going to dig herself in deeper, so she said, "Yes, I did forget you were coming. And..., it's possible that something could have happened..., but it didn't!"

"Given that, would you agree then that I am qualified to administer a punishment?"

Shoulders slumping, she sat down, looked at me and said, "Yes, you are the only one qualified. What do I have to do?

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The call came from Gwen at 7:45. The computer told her where I was sitting and she promised to have Kim to me before 8:00. Then she added, "But she thinks she has a problem."

"She does?" I asked, "What would that be?"

Gwen giggled, "She told me how old she is and that she doesn't have a fake ID."

"And will that be a problem?"

"No sir," she responded, "no one will question her age."

"Then she doesn't have a problem. How did she enjoy the experience?" I enquired.

"I think you will be the judge of that," Gwen answered.

"And the tip?"

"More than generous."

"Then I'll see you in a few minutes," as I hung up.

I was down more than the cost of the spa..., more like three trips to the spa!

Choosing this table was a part of my plan. There was a side entrance to this card room very near the elevators, and knowing that Gwen would want to bring Kim directly to me, without too many other people seeing her, I was watching the door, and paying scant attention to my cards.

I won three straight hands, now down only the cost of today's spa visit!

Since I'd paid for it in, "Comp Points," the money I was playing with now, would probably cover that.

I saw Gwen peek in the door so I waved. A huge smile lit up her face. Before I had a chance to have the dealer deal me out, the two girls walked into the room.

The game stopped on its own!

Gwen had changed out of her esthetician coat and pants, now wearing a strapless red dress that accentuated her pale complexion, jet black hair and lovely figure. Had she been standing next to anyone else, she probably would have been considered the most beautiful woman here.

But...!

I could barely take a breath.

Gwen had overseen a shower, then a sauna. That was followed by a dip in the hot tub, cucumber slices to reduce any puffiness around the eyes that might have resulted. From there a full body massage, followed by a body wash that had been administered by Gwen herself, and, "..., another something, which you might discover later." A facial, then a hair and make-up sessions finished off her appointment.

Gwen then narrated what happened after that. "Wearing a robe and looking at herself in a three way mirror, Kim suddenly remembered that she'd only brought shoes. The panic in her eyes made me smile, the small bag you'd had delivered by the valet attendant, handed to her."

Kim kept whispering, "Stop, you're embarrassing me!"

Gwen wouldn't, "Inside she found that heavy gold colored bracelet," pointing to Kim's wrist, "and the note that you'd written, "Do you have the right color shoes?"

Smiling, she continued, "Kim looked puzzled, and even more so when I opened the closet and handed her the bag that she'd had carried into the spa. Still not understanding what was going on, she took out the pair of red, patent leather, 5" high heeled that she'd chosen and asked, "This is what I'm supposed to wear?"

"No baby," I said, "this is what you are supposed to wear." And I handed the garment bag, the other part of what you sent up with the parking attendant."

I'd spent an hour at, "Aroom's," a clubwear store in Providence, looking for the "right" dress..., and I'd found it.

White, backless with a "V" front that tied around her neck. The "V" was cut deep and wide, but not so deep that it would look, "scandalous!" Made of a stretchy material, it clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her soft curves and showing off just enough to be titillating.

And with the red shoes...!

They walked to the table, every eye in the room on them, Gwen holding out Kim's hand for me to accept.

I stood and took the offered hand, taking in the vision before me.

"Well?" Gwen asked, with a twinkle in her eye...,

"Awesome!" the older guy who'd been sitting next to me proclaimed.

That instantly broke the spell, everyone laughing, the dealer asking, "Are we ready?"

He dealt me out.

Now, her smile from ear to ear, Kim asked, "Well?"

I couldn't help myself..., "Nice shoes," I answered.

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I paused, making Beth wait..., then....

"Next Tuesday you're going to wear your pink raincoat to school...,"

"What if it isn't raining?" she interjected.

I reached across her desk and put a finger against her lips.

She grabbed my finger and kissed it, then put it in her mouth and started to suck on it.




Forbidden Fruit



I let her..., but only for a moment, before pulling it away.

"The weather doesn't matter," I continued, "and along with the raincoat, you will bring a change of clothes...,"

She started to...,

I shook my head and mouthed, "Quiet," before picking up again. "The change of clothes will be your black and white plaid mini skirt, your black velour hoodie and the black patent leather shoes."

Looking at her, she shrugged with indifference.

"At some point during the day, you'll walk to the office and tell Alan that you need to talk to him. When he asks why, tell him that it's personal. When he asks what time..., tell him after 4:00.

"He might have something else to do," before I could cut her off.

"He might," I agreed, "but at 4:05, you will go into the bathroom, strip off your school clothes, and anything else you might be wearing, and put on the mini skirt, hoodie, shoes, raincoat and nothing else."

Looking at her, all I got was a blank expression.

Continuing, "At 4:15, after checking the parking lot to make sure that everyone else is gone, you walk down to his office, wearing the raincoat and carrying your stuff, as if you were leaving the building. Once you are outside his office, take off the raincoat and carry it, along with the rest of your stuff, into his office, closing the door behind you, and set everything down next to the door. Since he'll be expecting you, he'll only be surprised by the way you're dressed...."

Still the blank expression, no questions or comments.

So..., "Before he can say anything, you will tell him, "This is what you've wanted..., so you have two minutes..., starting..., right now."

"Two minutes for what?" she finally asked.

"When you tell him he has, "..., two minutes...," letting this be my answer to her question, "you will unzip the hoodie. You won't open it, you'll only unzip it. Since you won't have anything on underneath, he'll be looking at however much is exposed when it is unzipped."

She fell back on the..., "I can't do that...! He's my boss! And he won't want to just look!!! He'll want to touch me..., and maybe more...!"

"Beth," I quietly explained, "having him touching you wasn't a problem for you last night..., was it?"

She didn't say anything.

"I didn't think so. Now that we've resolved that..., as you're standing there, you count down from 120. Just say, "100," then, "75," until you get to, "0." After that, you zip up, say "Good night" and then pick up your stuff and walk out.

"I can't...," her voice pleading.

Walking behind her desk, I took both her hands in mine, asking, "If you can honestly tell me..., right now, that last night, when the two of you were in this room..., that nothing more would have happened? That both he and you would have been satisfied with him just grabbing you ass? Look at me and tell me..., honestly..., and you can forget all about this reprimand."

She looked down at our hands..., then into my eyes..., and said, "I don't, honestly, know what might have happened."

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"That's it...? Nice shoes!"

I'd sat back down at the table, but only after tipping Gwen another $100 with a black chip and promising to bring Kim back for another session at the spa.

Kim was standing between my legs as I sat sideways in my seat, my right arm

around her waist.

"No, that's not it," I replied, a light kiss on her lips, "I'm not left speechless often, but you..., you take my breath away. I really don't know what else to say..., other than, "Was it worth it?"

She laughed, "You told me that some women would give their first born for the experience I was about to have in the Spa. I think I could include my mother in that group..., and I'm her first born!"

Little did she know.

I played a few more hands, Kim asking questions about the game..., "Oh, like you can play on the computer," when I reminded her I was playing blackjack.

"Shit load more expensive," the old guy sitting next to me interjected," his eyes having yet to fall to her, "shoes," never quite able to get past her ass.

That led to an explanation of the value of the various colored chips on the table and in the dealer's rack. She was shocked at the amount of black chips being bet on every hand.

Then came the moment that she had been dreading since she'd discovered my, "adult," plans for the evening..., "Would you like something to drink?"

The drink waitress was standing behind her, Kim not seeing her arrive.

Her eyes wide, she looked at me..., foremost in her mind, I was sure, the thought..., "I'm about to get thrown out of here!"

"A glass of champagne for the young lady," I said, dropping a green chip on the woman's tray.

"Something for you sir?"

Emboldened because she hadn't been challenged, Kim turned and said, "Grey Goose and tonic, slice of lime for the gentleman," taking another green chip from the stack in front of me and dropping it next to the other on the tray.

Nice smile and a, "Thank you," from the waitress.

When Kim turned back to me, finding a perplexed look on my face, she smiled again, saying, "Professional courtesy."

What could I say?

I played for another 15 minutes before cashing out. Handing the chips to Kim, I pointed her toward the cashier's cage and asked her to turn them in. "How much is here?" she asked.

"Count them," before I turned away use the men's room.

When I returned, she was standing with the old guy who'd been sitting next to me. "You crazy!" he snarled at me, before adding a wink. "You leave this beautiful girl all by herself with a hand full of cash. Hell, I hadn't happened along, she might have gotten abducted, held for ransom..., or worse!"

Feigning concern, I asked Kim if anyone had approached her.

"No," she answered, "other than him," pointing at her protector.

"Well, there you go. If he hadn't come along, God knows what might have happened to you!"

Smiling, she turned and gave him a kiss on the cheek, "Thank you," as I took her arm and lead her toward the restaurant.

"Is he watching your ass?" after we'd taken about ten steps.

"Yes," she replied, without looking around to check.

Then she asked, "What about your money?"

"Could you hold it for me," I responded.

She said nothing.

Dinner was interesting, lots of looks from other diners, Kim just slightly over dressed for a Thursday night at the casino, never mind the age difference and likely conclusion that she was a very classy and high priced call-girl!

We talked about me, as little as possible, and her, now about her family relationships. Without any bidding on my part, she started to talk about Beth. She confessed to being a miserable brat the whole time she was growing up and that she'd only just discovered another side of, "Elizabeth," as she referred to her mother.

That caught my attention, possibly a slip up on Beth's part, Kim realizing that her mother was up to something?

As it turned out, it was only a new understanding of what her father had been putting her mother through all of those years. "I was such a bitch! My father has been treating her like dirt all these years and I did nothing but add to her misery. But I'm trying to be better, maybe treating her more like my mom instead of a stranger."

She said that with a smile.

"You know," now with another smile, "she has boxes of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, lingerie, bathing suits and other stuff hidden in her closet. It's all really sexy and I know she'd never even think about wearing it in front of my father. She goes out with her friends a lot and for a while I wondered if that's when she'd wear it?"

"Mom's a freak?" I suggested, feeling a little daring.

"God no! More than likely she just buys them to be defiant. Get back at dad without him ever knowing about it." Looking up at her reflection in the mirrored ceiling, she continued, "This dress would be the most conservative in her wardrobe. Maybe I'll wear one of them the next time..., I mean, IF you take me out again."

I "almost" said, "Make it the red one and you have a deal."

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Next Tuesday arrived and, as far as I knew, Beth had prepared just as I had ordered.

I'd added one more directive. "Call me when you're ready to go to his office and then leave your phone on. Place it on top of your school clothes in your book bag and then leave the bag on the floor inside his office."

She told me that she would do as I asked.

At 4:10 she called. "He knows I'm coming, but he asked me to have whatever I needed to discuss finished by 4:30 because he has to pick up his son at 5:00."

"Shouldn't be a problem if you stick to the two minute schedule," I answered.

"Okay, I'm walking to the office now, but I think this is a really bad idea," she said, as I heard her place the phone in her book bag. Now it was the click of her heels as she walked to the office. Quiet for a moment then she took off the raincoat, before a knock on his open door..., "It's me," she announced.

The sound of his door closing..., and then nothing.

Finally..., "Ummm, this is what you say you've been wanting..., so I'm going to give you two minutes to do..., two minutes...."

Quiet!

The sound of a zipper.

Quiet!

"Two minutes...."

Then the sound of a chair pushing across the floor, followed by footsteps.

Again..., nothing.

Now her asking..., "Do you like them?"

Quiet!

Beth again, "Don't you want to touch them?"

Now..., a guttural growl, animal like..., followed by shuffling feet and a crunching sound. A low moan..., kissing sounds and slurping with more moans. Rustling of clothes and more kissing sounds.

Quiet again, after a long period rustling of clothes, except for slight slurping sounds and a low..., "Mmmmmm," sound, which I knew was Beth with a cock in her mouth!

More low moans, then her, then... "Do you like that?"

Male voice, "Mmmmmm."

More slurping, a shuffle of feet, more moans.

Moans coming faster now, slurping sound intensity growing at an equal pace.

Now Alan's voice, "Yes..., ohhhh yes..., yes..., yes, yes yes yes..., oh.... God..., Beth..., YES!"

Heavy sighing..., then complete quiet..., for a long moment.

Now..., a little giggle and her voice, "Mmmmm."

Rustling noises, the sound of the phone sliding around the inside of the book bag. The door opening..., Beth's voice again..., "That was fun..., good night."

Looking at my watch, it had been over six minutes!

She walked out the front door and into the parking, still wearing the mini skirt and hoodie, but not the raincoat.

I'd been parked on the side of the school the whole time, listening to their conversation and then their sexual encounter. I chose this location so that I could see her car when she left the building!

Alan came out, a few seconds later, calling out to her.

She stopped next to her car, waiting for him.

Her phone was still on.

Heavy breathing..., Alan's voice, "Can you stop in again tomorrow afternoon?"

A giggle..., then, "I don't know..., this is all his idea."

"THIS WAS HIS IDEA!" Alan's voice rising.

"Yes, my punishment for telling him that I could never have an affair with you because you are my boss and..., never mind."

"This was a punishment?"

"Yes..., well at least the clothes and the two minutes were. The rest of it..., well that was my idea."

Quiet..., then..., "Will you tell him?"

Pause..., "I don't know? Maybe not."

"Strrr-ike 1"

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With a slight concern in her voice, Kim asked, "You do want to take me out again..., don't you?"

"Of course I do," I answered, "I was just thinking about the possibility of you wearing something that could be more sensual than the dress you have on now..., and my brain froze."

That earned me a BIG smile.

Taking her arm, I lead her out of the restaurant. "Would you like desert?" I asked.

"Not really," she answered, looking confused.

Knowing the question would confuse her, having just left the restaurant, I told her, "They have a bakery on the other side of the casino. Their pastries are the best I've ever tasted and I thought you might enjoy the experience."

"Okay, but only if we share one," she replied.

We walked through the concourse, Kim taking in the sights. There were shops that sold all kinds of wares and souvenirs, two theaters, a nightclub and more restaurants. My rational for the excursion was, "getting her use to being ogled..., by adults!"

Obviously, she had no problem having school boys look at her and fantasize and, probably, she'd had her share of "dirty old men" stare at her at work. But here, in this environment, all dressed and made-up, well....

As she rubbernecked, a host of men and women were checking her out, not all with objectivity.

We arrived at the bakery and Kim spent a good three minutes making a selection. I ordered two espressos and we sat down to enjoy a cannoli.

While we sipped the last of our espresso, I asked, "Anything else you'd like to see while we're here?"

Looking over the top of her cup, she said, "Can I see what one of the hotel rooms looks like?"

"Never seen a hotel room?"

"Not here..., only in New York and Washington on school field trips and Disney World once on vacation with my family."

"Well, I guess since you're here...."

We walked to the elevators and I punched the button for the seventeenth floor.

Kim said nothing.

The elevator doors opened and I walked her to room at the end of the long hallway.

She was still quiet.

Opening the door, I held it and watched her jaw drop!

The room was a corner suite that had two window walls, which offered a one hundred and eighty degree view of almost the entire Mashantucket Reservation.

She turned and gave me a long and very sensual kiss, one that included my first taste of her tongue.

When I finally disengaged, I asked if she'd like another glass of champagne, the bottle on ice next to the huge sectional couch in the middle of the room.

She nodded her head, "Yes."

Then she walked to the center window, looking out over the electric light strewn landscape. When I popped the cork on the champagne bottle she turned to look at me and I saw tears running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?" I asked, obviously worried that I'd overstepped a boundary.

She stared at me, her bottom lip curled, a slight hiccup or a catch in her breath the only sound.

I was frozen in place, the bottle in my left hand, a flute in my right.

Then a smile, her right index finger wiping away the tears.

"Absolutely nothing," she finally answered, her smile growing.

She walked to me, gave me another kiss, this one less intense, before taking the glass and walking back to the window.

Her voice soft, "I've never seen anything so beautiful..., this place is a miracle! It's in the middle of nowhere and it's so huge..., it should be ugly. But looking down on it from up here..., it's like looking at the heavens, only upside down!"

She took a sip from the glass and then put it down on the window ledge. With her back still to me, she untied the top of the dress, letting it fall down around her waist.

I couldn't breath, a lump in the pit of my stomach that felt like a volleyball.

With a little wiggle, she pulled the dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Two tiny steps to her right and she was naked.

Well..., except for her shoes.

Picking up the champagne flute, she slowly turned to face me.

Once more..., I was speechless, her sensuality intertwined with a nubile innocence that was devastating in its intensity.

Something in me tried to pour cold water on my libido, a question bubbling up in my brain that was issued through my mouth..., "Kim are you sure you want to do this?"

Her smile wrote her answer.

Walking to me, taking my arms and wrapping them around her back, she whispered in my ear, "This is my, "adult," experience and you are my "adult" fantasy. I could never have expected you to treat me like this..., like a princess. Please let me finish it the way I want, and leave your conscience out of it."

With that, she reached up and started to unbutton my shirt. It took her a long time to undress me, the two of us kissing each other and her kissing parts of me whenever she took something else off. Once I was naked, my cock sticking out like a flag pole, she gave me a very wicked smile and pushed me backwards onto the couch.

Then she dropped to her knees.

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Alan then asked, "If you did..., tell him..., what would he say?"

"I don't know," Beth responded, "probably something glib and funny. He can sense what I'm going to do long before I realize I'm even interested in doing it..., like doing this with you. Let me think about it..., it might not be the best thing for either of us."

She opened the car door and as she started to climb in, a gust of wind blew her mini skirt up, revealing her ass. Alan saw it and grabbed her left arm, pulling her back upright and pushed her against the side of the car. Her book bag was still on the ground, next to the open door.

Despite the whistling sound of the wind, I heard...,

"Alan, what are you doing? Jesus, we're in the parking lot..., get away from me before someone sees us!"

"There's no one here but us, for Christ's sake!" as he reached for the zipper on her hoodie, "I want to see you naked..., right here and right now!"

As I watched, I saw her push him away with her left hand. Looking around, she unzipped the hoodie, pulled it off and threw it into the car. With another quick look around, she unzipped the skirt, pulled it over her hips and let it fall to the ground. Turning, her back to him, she bent at the waist, exposing her ass and pussy to him, picked the skirt up and threw that into the car too. Taking a couple of steps forward, she did a slow pirouette, naked except for her high heels and then asked, "Satisfied?"

Reaching for her, Alan answered, "No..., come to my office after school tomorrow..., that's an order!"

I heard her laugh, then step to him, a kiss on the lips, and then into her car, picking her book bag up and throwing it onto the passenger seat. She said something to him through her open window, but I couldn't understand it, the wind and clothes on top of the phone muting the sound. He leaned into the window and kissed her, a garbled, "..., see..., tomor.., like that...," before she drove away. I waited for him to go back into the school before following her toward her house.

At some point, she must have looked for her phone, because I heard the rustling clothes sounds and then her radio playing very clearly. Then the radio went silent and I could only imagine her looking at the phone and remembering...!

Then, "Hello..., is anyone..., honey..., were you listening...?"

Silence at my end, only the road noise as I drove, my car right behind hers..., but she never looked in the rearview mirror, never knew I was there!

She pushed the off button.

I dropped back and took the next right, letting her go. I knew it would take her another few minutes to get home so I parked on the side of the road and waited.

After three or four minutes had passed, I called. She answered immediately, "Hi baby..., where are you?"

"On my way home. Where are you?"

"On my way home too."

"How did it go..., after school with Alan? Did he stay or did he chicken out?"

She was silent for a few seconds, and then, "Ummm, I left my phone on. Didn't you hear anything?"

I paused also, before answering, "What was there to hear? You counting? I couldn't hear him look?"

There was a kind of laugh, more like a cough or a choke! Then, "No, but you should have seen him look. He just sat there, his mouth hanging open."




Forbidden Fruit



"Never got up, or said anything?"

"Nope. Two minutes came and went and he just sat there."

"His loss. Okay, we still on for Saturday night?"

"I can't wait!

Stee...rike 2!

Neither could I

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Pushing my legs apart she squeezed between them and started to play with my cock. She pulled on it with her hands, licked it and tickled it with the tip of her tongue before putting it into her mouth and sucking on it.

Not being critical, how could I be, but she did lack one certain quality when it came to sucking dick. No one, and I mean no one that I'd even encountered, before or since, could suck a cock like her mother could, and I can present at least two dozen men who would attest to that talent, having prematurely ejaculated into her mouth long before they had wanted to!

If I could have chosen one gene for Liz to pass on to her daughter, or one technique that she might have taught her, it would have been her ability to suspend her gag reflex.

Well that..., and her willingness to take part in, and thoroughly enjoy, any situation that I would put her in, no matter how kinky or deviant!

Kim was playing with my cock, not really sucking on it. Was it good? Of course it was!!! It was good because it afforded me the opportunity to watch her doing it and also to look at her amazing body while she was doing it.

And I couldn't help but think that she was enjoying it, mainly because of the way her body was moving, her hips thrusting forward as she was sucking on me and the sounds she was making, soft mewing and humming.

Yes..., it was very pleasurable.

Wanting to taste her, I picked up her head and kissed her, my tongue finding hers and fighting to keep it in her mouth. Then I stood and pushed her down, simply reversing our positions. Taking her legs and throwing them over my shoulders, I put my face in her crotch and started to lick her..., but there was something...

I pulled my head back and looked at her pussy. There wasn't a hair, or a bump or any stubble or razor burn. It was perfect, which in a way was troubling because it was as smooth and as soft as a...,

She giggled, "Do you like it?"

"Like it...?" putting my face back in and licking her from bottom to top, my tongue never feeling anything that might be considered anything less than baby soft skin, "..., I love it!"

"Gwen did it for me..., but she really did it for you. I never shaved before. I go to the beauty salon with my mother and they give me a bikini trim and wax for the beach, but I never even thought to have it all cut off. Gwen told me that you'd like it. Do you really?"

To prove it to her, I spent the next ten minutes licking and sucking and tonguing her, my index finger searching for and finding her tiny clitoris, which I alternately played with, using the tip of my tongue and that same index finger.

It drove both of us crazy.

Unable to control myself any longer, I kissed my way up to her mouth, her drippings and my saliva mixed on my face, her lips and tongue finding and licking it off, as she reached between my legs and guided my cock to her...,

I didn't have a condom!

FUCK!!!

My hesitation caused her to open her eyes and it only took one look to know that something was wrong. "What?" she asked, thinking I guess, that I was suffering another bout of conscience.

"I don't have protection," I moaned, "I hadn't planned on this."

Had she been a little more worldly, a little more experiences, she would have asked, "... if that's true, then why did you have a key to this room? And why was there champagne waiting in the ice bucket? And why...!"

But she didn't because... she wasn't worldly or experienced.

And the truth was... I'd completely forgotten about a condom! I hadn't needed one since the very beginning of our affair, at least with Beth. And I was so involved with the planning that I...forgot!!!"

Her smile could have melted glass! "God you are so fucking perfect!"

Reaching down again, she seemed surprised to find that I'd gone soft. It only took her a couple of kisses and her tongue in my mouth to get my dick standing straight up again.

This time I put the head of my cock against her, a little push and it was in. I slowly moved, very slowly moved, until she was sick of waiting and pushed herself up against me, all of me sliding inside her at once.

We both moaned at the same time.

I wanted to go slow and deep, which was a worthy aspiration. However..., show and deep worked well with her mother, having had two babies and some, not a lot, of previous experience.

On Kim..., the dual factors of, "Erotic Nirvana," a strikingly beautiful 18 year old girl, who just happened to be the daughter of my long time lover, with her legs wrapped around my waist, and the tightness of a vagina that had only been penetrated one time previously..., wrapped around my dick..., turned, "..., slow and deep..." into, "Fast, deep, fast not so deep, fast, fast..., fast fast fast..., oh shit!" as I emptied myself deep, (I think?) inside her.

I held myself above her, my arms extended straight down, my cock slowly shriveling and then falling out of her, the last of my cum dripping on the inside of her thigh, until I was too exhausted to hold myself up anymore.

Falling on the couch next to her, I turned my head to the right and looked at her face. She was looking back at me, that same big smile still there.

Then she said, "Remember when I told you that my mother would have given me away for the spa experience you gave me...?

"Yeah," all I could muster.

"I think she'd give up my little brother too..., for a chance to have you make love to her..., like you just did to me."

Before I could think about a smart answer to that...,

She rolled onto her side, kissed me and asked, "Can we do it again?"

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I picked Beth up at our usual meeting place, where she was happy to see me and excited to do whatever I had planned for the night.

Myself? I was focusing on how to best handle her lies about her tryst with Alan.

As was her habit, she asked what I had planned and I told her that I'd made dinner reservations at a well recommended restaurant and I'd thought about going to one of the strip clubs, but..., "We'll play it by ear," I told her.

Like her story from Thursday afternoon, that wasn't exactly or even remotely, true!

She'd carried a bag into my car, clothes for the evening. Asking how, "fancy," a restaurant I'd chosen, I told her that it was somewhat eclectic and that their website indicated it wasn't all that formal.

She took something out of the bag, along a pair of black high heel shoes.

Because of some unexpected stop and go traffic into the city, I was only able to half watch her strip naked and then put on what she'd chosen. The positive side of that was..., anyone driving a large SUV, a pickup or a big rig, had ample opportunities to look into the car and watch her too.

Many took advantage of that opportunity, if the honking horns and shouts were any indication.

Looking at her, I also knew that others would be given the same chance to observe the parts of her anatomy that were going to be exposed by her wardrobe selection. A tiny, tight fitting, white animal print mini dress that I'd bought her from an on-line site. It had a very deeply cut, triangle top front and was completely backless, the bottom of the back of the dress barely covering her ass. The front was held up by thin strings that tied behind her neck. The amount of her chest to be exposed was a function of how tightly she tied the top.

So far, she'd tied it very loosely.

I'd found out about this restaurant on the internet, but not by searching for it. The recommendation had come from a man who'd contacted me on the, "Adult Dating," site.

At first, I had just signed on for free, a simple profile with no pictures. It was a chance to see how it worked..., and if it worked.

It didn't!

So I then spent the money to join, added more details to the profile and put up a couple of, "R," rated pictures of her, body shots, not showing her face. I immediately started to get requests for more pictures, pictures that would include her face and pictures that would include her performing tricks with everything from a carrot to an Arabian Stallion! While some of the e-mails were clever and well written, most seemed to come from men with very limited vocabularies and poor spelling skills. I got one that seemed promising, getting to the point where he was willing to drive from Connecticut for the opportunity to watch her get undressed in a lingerie store, but he backed out the night before the rendezvous..., because he felt like he might be, "..., damaging my relationship with my wife!"

Okayyy!

Then I got a note from Kyle, a guy who lived in the city. "Loved," her body, found our profile interesting and wondered if we might get together. We wrote back and forth, him stating that he was single, owned his own business, and had a, "nice home on the East Side, and wondered if we might enjoy an evening of, "..., good company, good food and a nice glass of wine."

That sounded great until her tryst with Alan. From that point on, it was all about, T-H-E T-R-U-T-H.

And really, I didn't mind her freelancing. I even encouraged it. In this case, however, while she hadn't done anything wrong... initiating the interaction and the blow job, it was her absolute failure to tell me the truth that had me upset!

I wouldn't have that.

So, I contacted Kyle and asked if he'd like to, "Play Act"?

When he answered, "Sure, what do you need me to do?" I laid out my scenario.

He loved it, ready to do anything to help make it better.

After a back and forth, the two of us brainstorming, the plan was set. As far as I was concerned, I didn't care if he looked like Godzilla and had the intelligence of a Banana Slug, she was going to suck and fuck him, one way or another.

His business was real estate and one of his properties housed a small neighborhood bar. He was the one who recommended that I take her to a nearby restaurant for dinner and then stop in the bar.

"Does she like sports?" he asked.

"If it's a New England team..., she knows more about whatever team it is than either of us," I answered.

"Perfect! I'll be there, having a drink and watching the Sox. No one working there on a Saturday night will know I'm the landlord, so I'll just be another guy watching a game and having a beer."

"Works for me," I told him, promising to be there before the Red Sox game got over.

The restaurant was a Mexican Cantina and as with most, it was long on great Margaritas, short on atmosphere, but served food that was very tasty. We sat at the bar and eventually decided to eat there, the young bartender smitten with Beth and her dress, or lack thereof. If I'd offered him a $50 tip at the end of the night, for telling me the color of her eyes, he'd only have a 50/50 chance of guessing right, because his eyes never rose above her chin!

As we enjoyed our first drink, I asked, "So..., how did it really go with Alan the other afternoon?"

She gave me a, "Deer in the headlights look...," then..., "What do you mean, I told you how it went."

"No, you told me your version of what happened. What would he say happened?"

"He'd tell you the same thing," annoyance in her voice, "why wouldn't he?

"So the two of you would tell me the same thing..., correct?"

"Yes, he'd tell you that he just sat and looked at me."

I shrugged and said, "Okay."

As we finished our drink and ordered our meals, our bartender unexpectedly treated us to a pitcher of margaritas. The end product of that..., she was catching quite a buzz.

Suddenly, the trip to the bar didn't seem like such a good idea!

Luckily, she slowed down when our dinners were served and by the time she'd finished her meal, fried ice cream for dessert, she'd regained her equilibrium.

When we exited the restaurant, and I looked around and spotted the bar at the end of the block, my proposal for the short walk was met with an enthusiastic, "Great idea!"

Entering, I saw four men and one woman sitting at the bar, which ran the length of the left side of the building. Six small tables littered the right side, no one sitting there, with a large screen TV in the corner, the Sox down by one to the Twins in the seventh.

Kyle was the second guy at the bar, his head nod and pursed lips appraisal, while she wasn't looking, his sign of approval.

Luckily, he didn't look like Godzilla, and sitting there, he looked big enough to carry out my scenario.

So..., needing just a little help from the Red Sox..., we were ready to let the plan commence.

We took one of the tables near the TV and I asked what she'd like to drink? "Maybe just a ginger ale right now," she told me, "I'll nurse it until I feel a little better."

Meanwhile Kyle, as planned, started to stare at her, a long neck in his hand. I, "noticed," him staring and commented on it to her. Looking to her left, she saw him right away, Kyle acknowledging her with a salute with his bottle.

She smiled at him.

Out of the blue I asked, "So, Alan have anything to say yesterday?"

Hesitating, hoping against hope I guessed, that I wouldn't bring him up again, she answered, "Well, he stopped by my room after school..., as he was leaving, and asked why I hadn't come to his office today? "I was looking forward to another floor show," he told me."

When she didn't continue, I said..., "That was it?"

"I told him that I'd given it my best shot and that he hadn't responded so...."

"I guess I was wrong about him," I said, giving her a shrug, "he couldn't have been that interested."

"Stee..rike 3!!!

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"You want to do it again..., right now?" my voice desperate.

"No silly," her eyes sparkling, her smile bigger than ever, "not that. I want you to take me out again, another somewhere adult."

That was deflating!

Sensing a change in my demeanor...? Or, maybe just realizing how she'd phrased her response, she giggled and said, "And, YES, I do want to do that again..., and again..., and again! I want you to just be you and everything else will just take care of itself.

"Okay," I promised, "in that case, I'll make sure I fit you into my busy schedule."

She put her, 18 year old girl, clothes back on and I drove her back to the restaurant, where she'd left her car.

"Your mother or father going to be waiting up for you?" I asked as she gathered her stuff.

"No, I told them I was going out with Vic after work," she said with a straight face, "and that I'd be sleeping over there tonight."

"Vic?"

"Yeah, my friend..., wait," another huge smile and then a laugh, "..., you think Vic's a guy?"

"Well, shouldn't I?"

"My friend Victoria..., you remember her..., I was with her at my Sophomore Formal."

"Oh..., sure..., Victoria."

More giggles..., "You were jealous..., weren't you!"

NEVER admit to that!

"No, I was concerned. Unless you told me he was gay, why wouldn't I be concerned?"

Cocking her head she give me a smirk, a carbon copy of something her mother would do if I'd concoct a similar story. Then she leaned across the center console and gave me a kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but rather a kiss that promised passion, one that I would take her up on.

"Thank you for the best night of my life. And, YES, the spa was worth it. And, YES, that cannoli was the best dessert I've ever eaten. And, YES, that was the most beautiful hotel room I've ever seen..., and YES YES YES, that was the first time I've ever had a man make love to me and..., No, I can't wait for you to make it happen again!"

She kissed me again, jumped out of the car and ran to hers. Throwing her stuff into the trunk, she waved.., then stopped and ran back over to me.

"Your money, I've still got your money."

"Hold onto it," I told her, "and the next time we go out, you can buy me dinner."

Reaching through the window, she gave me another, neck wrenching hug, "I love you..., and..., OH!..., just so you'll know..., I won the bet!"

The bet? What bet? Then I remembered the classroom debate she'd had with that other kid, about Jefferson and Franklin. "So, you won the bet. Do I owe you a Jefferson?"

She looked as confused as me, before she realized what I was talking about.

Now she laughed, "No not that. The night of the Sophomore Dance, after I'd danced with you..., I told Vic that I was going to make love to you. She bet me that she'd get you into bed first."

She did? Why didn't I know about that!

Another kiss and then, as I watched her ass sashay across the parking lot, she blew me a kiss and yelled out, "I won!!!"

________________________________________

When no one came to take my drink order I got up and went to the bar. Standing next to Kyle, he looked at me, "Very attractive lady you have there," looking over his shoulder at Beth.

"Thanks," I answered turning too and noticing that she wasn't paying any attention to us, the Sox game grabbing that.

"What do you think?" I asked quietly.

"Fucking 100% sexier than I'd ever imagined," he just as quietly answered, "I hope this works."

"Just stick to the script..., and I promise it will."

I got the drinks and returned to the table where she informed me that the Red Sox had two men on and Ortiz coming to bat. I knew all about the Red Sox and how well they'd been playing, but she was crazy about the team, and as I had said, all of the New England teams. So it was no surprise to her, or I, when Papi hit a 3 run homer to put them up by two.

And this was Kyle's opportunity to jump up and run around, "High Fiving," everyone, saving Beth for last.

Act 1: By him not bending down to celebrate, she was forced to stand up in order to receive his , "highly animated," salute . Naturally, when she lifted her arm over her head to accept his hand slap, both of her tits popped out of her dress. The, "shock," on his face when this happened was worth the price of admission, as was his body language, which could have won him an, "Oscar!"

It was like the air came out of him. One second, he was bouncing around like a 4 year old..., the next he was barely moving, his undivided attention on her chest.

She, I was sure, knew exactly what had happened, but as was her want, she ignored it, now raising both arms and dancing around in a circle, treating everyone one in the bar to a view of her exposed breasts.

And everyone looked, including the woman and the bartender, with no one acting or saying anything that might have been construed as negative.

Especially Kyle!

The whole thing took 15 seconds, start to finish, but by her actions, I knew that it was, "game on."

Kyle made some lame comment about, "Damn, I hope the Twins tie it up so we can celebrate again when the Sox win it in the ninth," and walked back to the bar.

Act 2: Beth sat down and I looked at her face and then dropped my eyes to her chest. She looked down, "Oops," and adjusted the dress so she was covered once again. That was when I leaned over and asked, "You sure nothing happened on Thursday?"

Turning, now her face angry, "What is this obsession with Thursday? I've already told you..., twice, that nothing happened!"

I sat back in my chair and said, "Will you tell him?"

She looked at me, obviously not comprehending what I'd just said.

"Will you tell him?" I said again.

"Tell him what?" annoyed again, "tell who what?"

"I don't know?..., maybe not," I replied, staring into her eyes.

Then..., she got it. Everything about her changed. Like when I'd confronted her about her dealings with Alan on "Parent-Teacher," night..., she knew I had her..., and she had no fucking idea what to do, or say.




Forbidden Fruit



The sound echoed throughout the sparsely-furnished room, with only the long-dead authors of the books lining the walls being the witnesses to the act. It was a small seed of rebellion unseen, a secret carried in the hearts of the two participants. The swing of leather followed by the sharp crack as it met bare flesh sounded again, with a quiet moan of satisfaction chasing it that sounded almost apologetic for breaking the stifling, tense atmosphere. Again the hissing sound of fine leather thongs passing through the air came, another crack, a slightly higher moan than before. His back was bared, decorated with the faint lines of the clandestine meeting yet none broke the skin - by morning they would have faded from sight, hidden once more by his garments. Then he felt her chest against his back, her long fingers caressing his throat. The added light scratching of her nails on his skin so soon after the tingling sensations of pain along his nerves had him twitching into the touches despite his restraints. 

"You know what we are risking with this."

"Too much. Our lives." He squirmed slightly, idly testing one of the restraints despite knowing full well that she was far too practised at what she did to make them readily escapable. 

"Do you wish to continue?" 

"...Yes."

The touching to his arms and neck withdrew. He was silent for a moment and the room was silent with him. Blindfolded, it was all he could do to strain his ears, trying to pick up the rustle of material that signalled her movements. Then suddenly the tension around his wrists went, and he fell. Not onto hard stone as he had for a second anticipated, but onto a soft mattress. With a grunt of air pushed out of him, he did not have long to try and blindly re-orientate himself before he felt strong legs straddling his hips and cold hands tracing over his naked upper torso. Sweeping gestures, brushing touches along his not-quite defined muscles paired with the occasional flick of a tongue and grazing of sharp little teeth. He did not bother to stifle the groan that came from him, and his hips twitched in frustration as she seemed to touch all but the one part of him that he wanted her to. 

He jerked his hips sharply when his breeches were tugged off, and the teasing touches continued even going so far as to brush those light fingers over the material of what was beneath. He at least managed to just barely muffle his frustrated groan, trying to arch the distinct bulge at his crotch against her hand. But the contact was gone, and instead he found his neck suddenly at the focal point of her attention. Her tongue lapped at the sensitive flesh of the crook of his neck, and he even went so far as to turn his head to let her... sharp but not puncturing, as she marked his neck. Not so high enough to risk it being sighted however. As dangerous as their little 'game', not so dangerous as if they were discovered. 

That perhaps added a tantalising thrill to the proceedings, but finally he caved. Minutes had felt like hours at her mercy, and his will succumbed to the enthralling combination of fluttering touches, outright teasing and seductive whispers. 

"Take... me," was the gasp that he pleaded out, straining against his pride. But at that moment in time, he gave not one single care. His pleading got a hand at his throat; enough pressure to add a sense of danger, but not enough to begin to cut off his airway. He heard the rustle of material, before he gasped suddenly as he felt the moist, warm dampness of her nether region brushing over the head of his quivering, eagerly attentive cock. 

"Please.." The grip at his throat increased slightly. The teasing, tormenting rubbing of her sex over him felt like it had gone on for hours, and he was driven on more by her quiet moans as his head went over her clit. Just as he was about to plead again, did she finally slide down his shaft, rolling her hips as she went and not even bothering to restrain her own moan of pleasure. The fact that she was still fully-dressed only added more of a thrill to the fact that he was himself completely exposed now, but any thoughts were soon chased off as she began to ride him, firm and hard with her knees high... grinding her clitoris against his pelvis each time their hips' met. Her pace was fast and swift, and soon that tingling warmth began to build, rising up from her warm crotch to her stomach, her breathing increasing as she felt her cheeks and chest flush. She forgot the hand at his throat then, but soon used the ties that had secured his 'cuffs to the ceiling to sharply pull him into a sitting position. The change in angle soon had her moans increasing in frequency, and his hips bucked and jerked as his own pace met with and chased her own. 

For all the control he exerted in every part of his daily life, handing over control was a forbidden fruit that he was willing to cherish. Leaning forwards, he trailed his tongue and lips over her chest before he found one of her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipple before biting on it. The added pang of pain had her moans increasing in volume, her hips jerking wildly as he felt the spasms of her inner walls, the increase in wetness... her panting, ragged breaths muffled against his shoulder as she bit down on it, even as he let his own sounds of pleasure echo without a care in the isolated chamber. With sweat beading on her breasts, a lazy smirk appeared before she finally kissed the end of his nose in a condescending yet sweet gesture. "Good boy."



Forbidden Fruit



Chapter I

Drawing her hand through the aquamarine water, she sighed. Next to the ribbon of blue water was her favorite place to sit. Snaking through the garden, the gentle river wound around the base of a tall hill. Over the hill, all the tropical vegetation that had ever been imagined lay draped. Colors so vibrant and varied it looked more fantasy than fact. Looking at the trail winding over the hill, she wondered what to do. Bored with everything known, she longed to see what lay on the other side.

She could have been anywhere between eighteen and thirty. She was the epitome of feminine beauty, her caramel eyes reflected innocence and purity that has never been seen since. Standing and stretching in the golden glow of the morning, her honey colored hair fell to her waist. Nude, but unaware of her own exposure she looked around and saw nothing new. Creatures of every sort played and frolicked as far as her eyes could see. And just like the creatures her, she was a perfect specimen. Firm ample breasts with reddish nipples, softly rounded belly and curved muscular hips completed this demonstration of female brilliance. As far as the eye could see, the lushness of her curves were echoed in the surrounding backdrop.

Further down the stream, she could see her only friend playing with the animals. Turning from him to the hill, she made her decision. Once more looking over her shoulder she waited. When her friend turned away, she hurried towards the trail that disappeared as it crested the hill. A small smile appeared on her face as she executed her first act of defiance.

The Voice had warned her about the trail, it told her the trail lead to a tree filled with knowledge both abysmal and awe-inspiring. Understanding of these words was not enough to hold her back. With no other experience other than love and security, the unknown remained captivating.

The morning sun felt warm on her skin but didn't burn. Other than the showers that misted the garden at night, the sky was always clear. The breeze was always soft and comforting and the ground a kaleidoscope of swirling shades of greens. As she crested the hill, the sky turned to a dark gray. Seeing the sky change colors would have made most pause but her steps didn't even slow. Looking down the hill into the mysterious she increased her pace.

Roots and small stones started to replace the green moss between her feet. Stumbling and cutting her foot on a rock she screamed out in confusion. As her foot began to drip small droplets of blood, a little fear made its way inside her. Fear felt strange and uncomfortable so she rejected it and looked further down the path. It continued to wind into a harsh and unwelcoming terrain. She knew she should turn back, but a distant image of the giant tree lifting into the air made it impossible.

Nursing her foot and with a more cautious gait, she continued. No matter how long she walked, the tree remained on the horizon. It felt as if the tree both compelled her forward and warned her back. It was fascination with the forbidden that kept her going despite the increasingly difficult path. Not only were the rocks feeling sharper, branches were now breaching the path and scratching her arms and legs. Wrapping her arms around herself and shivering, she tried to hurry. A cold wind began to swirl around her. Eve could no longer see the path. Kneeling down, she continued on hands and knees.

The man was hanging from a thick black branch near the top of the tree and he was bored to tears. Needing something to do, he exercised. It was a pointless pursuit. He never ran out of energy and his body had been created to attract. Thick black hair fell to his shoulders. A naturally dark complexion highlighted the blue of his eyes and the whiteness of his smile. Broad shoulders, and a perfectly muscled body made him appear flawless.

After an eternity hanging from the tree, he felt punished. Though they didn't threaten him, every pest known, made the tree appear to breathe. They scurried and flew and slithered around every branch. Their movements gave life to branches which appeared dead at first sight. No one ever came to the tree and nothing ever left. He had just been put here to wait. No one had bothered to tell him what he was waiting for. So, he waited. The longer he waited, the more anger bristled under his skin. He was not a man who knew how to be patient. 

Eve's determination renewed as the tree came closer, she continued to crawl. The closer she got, the stronger the wind blew, cold and unrelenting on her flesh. Unable to see the direction of her path, she surrendered. Sitting there, goosebumps covering her nude body, Eve futilely pulled her knees to her chest and tried to warm herself. All she could do was wait.

Back and forth, back and forth, he swung by his knees. Looking in every direction he searched for an answer to his existence. Why be created with the burning desire to conquer flowing through your veins and then be flung into a tree with pestilence. The sparkle in his blue eyes flared briefly as his gaze fell on the nude form within his reach. The stirring in his cock told him she was the "reason" he had been sent here to endlessly wait. Muscles barely straining, he lowered himself to the ground.

Chapter II:

He carefully made his way towards the shivering woman. The slope of her back ending in the curvature of her hips left no doubt that this was definitely a woman. A woman that would be overjoyed by the appearance of a kindly stranger. Like a lion approaching a lone gazelle, he licked his full lips. Anticipation at the thought of laying claim to her body, urged his silent footsteps forward. The wind barely touched him and his feet were impervious to the sharp rocks beneath them. Looking down at the shivering flesh, he gently touched her arms. Startled, she replied with a gasp, "Who?"

"A new friend" he assured her. "Let me help you." His voice unlike anything she had heard, it was impossibly low and rough. His face had taken on a countenance of concern, and loving intention poured from his eyes. Seeing his concern, she relaxed as gratitude reached her heart. Unaware of nudity, she lifted her arms to him. Seeing the innocence in her eyes, he chuckled inside. His possession of her felt inevitable.

Taking her into his arms he was deceptively tender. His every touch was carefully designed to evoke assurance. Controlling the rising force inside, he carried her to the tree and sought shelter under its teeming branches. Carefully placing her onto her feet and unwrapping his arms from around her, he peered into her warm unquestioning eyes. Only trust shone back. Briefly a cruel smile touched his lips. Quickly covered, his face returned to that of a friend.

His strong hand stroked her hair and ran a finger down her cheek. "You are so beautiful." Slipping from his lips, his statement was said with complete honesty. He had never seen anything so beautiful before and his every cell cried to crush the light emanating from her. Once the secrets of her body were revealed, he knew innocence would give way to earthly desire. He just had to be cautious and not alert her to the education she was facing.

"I'm cold...I don't like it." Her voice carried a trace of petulance. Not accustomed to discomfort she waited for him.

"Let me hold you...I'm warm, very warm." He purred as his inner core warmed.

He waited, not moving. She slipped next to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. Laying her head on his muscular chest, she shivered. Savoring the feel of her nakedness pressed against him, he felt his cock ignore him and spring to attention.

"Mmmmm, you are warm." Her body snuggled closer, further pressing her breasts and mound into him. Feeling his hardness against her belly, she pulled back and looked down. His cock strained towards her.

"...what is it doing..." confusion in her voice.

"That's what happens when a man likes a woman." He quietly whispered, his voice suddenly lower.

With no trace of self-awareness, she took him in her hand. Marveling at the size of this protrusion, she continued to handle him. He successfully beat down his desire and gently took her hand. Turning it over, he kissed the inside of her wrist.

A small giggle escaped her as she felt the tingling between her legs. Not understanding the heat or the prickling of her nipples, she blushed. Continuing to hold her hand he walked her further into the trees embrace.

"Let's warm you up," he murmured near her ear. Breathing in the scent of her, he was overcome. Honey mixed with a slight musk assaulted his senses. His mouth watered with need. He longed to taste her and his body struggled to be patient. Having never seen beauty, he looked around at his dwelling, scowling. Anger rose at the ugliness to which he had been sentenced. He longed to own her and to keep her secreted away. Beauty to be played with at his whim.

Drawing her further under the tree he took her face into his strong hands, constraining himself he remained gentle. Still shivering, her caramel eyes gazed at him with unwavering trust. Lightly stroking her hair, he led her further into his sleeping lair. Looking up at the slithering creatures above her head, she felt a small shudder course through her body. Returning her eyes to his, all thoughts of her surroundings were silenced.

"Do you know why you were made," he asked smiling at her. Shaking her head delicately she awaited his answer. "To be loved by men; you were designed to give us pleasure, nothing less, nothing more."

"Pleasure" she inquired, still gazing at his perfectly sculptured face. High cheekbones, a dark complexion and bright blue eyes ensnared her. Continuing to hold her tightly, he assured her "Yes, I was put here to teach you." The feel of his broad hands tracing the curvature of her body replaced all thoughts from her mind. Perplexing sensations began swirling through her body, leaving her helpless

"Why are you making me dizzy?" Her parted lips shook with cold, as she tightly grasped him and snuggled into the heat that radiated from his body. Standing only to his chest, she appeared dwarfed by his looming presence. 

"You'll understand, soon. I promise." His hand moved to the lines of her back, marveling as each movement revealed treasures exquisitely designed. No inch of her fell short of perfection. Remaining unhurried in his approach, he gently lifted her face and pressed his lips on hers. A small burst of sparks began in her lips and ran the course of her body. With a soft purr she increased the pressure between their mouths and slowly opened hers. 

His tongue invaded, while hers retreated, the kisses sweet and searching. As his mouth continued to explore hers, one hand cradled her head while the other held her small waist. His hand continued down the slope of her hips. Trails of desire were left wherever he touched her golden skin. As his hand descended, Eve continued to press closer. Her mouth opening further gave him encouragement and his kisses grew even bolder. Removing his other hand from her hair, he soon had two hands lightly stroking the swell of her hips. Small moans escaped her lips as her nipples tightened and she felt moisture building between her legs.

Seeing, feeling, and smelling her arousal, the tall, dark haired man separated from her mouth and hesitantly began to trail kisses down her neck. As hands regretfully released her hips he whispered, "You are mine," and cupped both firm breasts in his hands. 

"I am?" She whispered back.

Lowering his mouth to her nipple he replied, "Yes."

Holding his dark head to her breasts, Eve arched her back and again was swept away with the responses he provoked. As he drew her nipple further into his mouth, an aching need for the unknown slowly built. Cold soon was replaced by heat, as he continued to stoke the fire building in her. Sucking in her breath, confusion filled her eyes and she hesitated. 

Feeling her reservations, the man increased the speed of his tongue on her nipples. Continuing to lavish attention on her full breasts he sought to further confuse her. Between licks and nibbles, he would lift his head and coo words of reassurance to her. The only sound beneath the tree were those of kisses and moans accompanied by a background of rustling creatures.

Continuing his kisses between her breasts and then descending lower, he slid quietly to his knees. Placing his hands on both sides of her hips, he looked up towards her lowered eyes. His need to conquer and her instinctive need to submit meeting in agreement. Smiling a little more wickedly, he leaned forward and inhaled. The scent coming from between her legs enveloped him and drew him forward. Taking in the golden curls that stood between his ecstasy, his tongue flickered out. Small licks between her lips encouraged his hunger as the taste of woman filled his mouth. A strange desire to possess rather than destroy crossed his thoughts. He wasn't sure he could release her, ever. 

Still moving as cautiously as he could, his licks became deeper. As her juices began to flow, her hand grabbed the muscles of his shoulders, steadying herself. Slipping a finger into her folds, he inched his way to her entrance. Wiggling just the tip of his smallest finger in her, he continued his loving assault. The resistance of her untouched pussy to invasion slowed him. Not wanting to scare her, he slowed in his movements. As he delayed, moisture assaulted his hand. Emboldened he continued, slipping another finger into her. Moving only to the point of her hymen, he continued to slide his fingers in and out of her. 

Hips moving to a beat unheard by others, Eve began to pull the man's head closer. As his tongue continued to circle her clit and his fingers moved gently, tension began to coil itself in the deepest recesses of her body. Loud sounds of delight ripped from her as her hips clenched, her lips spread and juices flowed into his mouth. Lapping at her, he relished the musty flavors entering him. Spent, Eve felt herself being caught in his unnaturally warm arms. Contained in his embrace, her body collapsed, exhausted. Eve now knew ecstasy.

Lying her down on the rough floor, the man resumed kissing her. Starting at the delicate lobes of her ear, he nibbled and whispered, "Your body can do so much, much more...treasures are hidden in every recess of your body. Places that a man can go to forget." 

A frown creasing her brow, she inquired, "Forget what?" "Pain," he replied as he pulled her head to his chest. Nestled in his arms she murmured, "I'm not cold anymore," and her eyes closed, a contented smile on her face. The tension in his body ebbed and with it so went his heat. Shivering, she squirmed in her sleep.

Chapter III:

Assuring himself that she was asleep, he slipped away. Leaping into the air, his hands caught a branch of the tree. Muscles bulging, he held on, as the tree pulled him into her depths. Blue eyes that didn't need to blink shone in the dark as he peered down on Eve's sleeping form. Taking in her nudity, he licked his lips. Gold hair hung down her back and ended just above the curves of her ass cheeks. The line between her cheeks called to him, as he imagined running the roughness of his tongue along her deepest recesses. Slowly, images of her in various positions flickered through his mind.

Later, as her golden lashes began to flutter, he fell to her side. His blue eyes were smiling warmly at Eve, when she opened her smiling eyes. She awakened fully as he rained down words of love. Stretching her muscular body, a small feline like smile settled on her face. As her stretch lessened, the man took her hand and stood pulling her to her feet. The smokey scent of him engulfed her further.

"There's so much more you were designed to do...so much more I need to teach you." He growled as he lowered his head to hers. This time his long, deep kisses returned the fire to her belly. Eager, her tongue invaded his mouth, eliciting a chuckle from him as once more his mouth dominated hers. 

"Tell me...tell me please, what else I was designed to do," she asked between thrusts of his tongue. Taking her shoulders in both hands he guided her to her knees. As she slid down, her eyes followed the dark hair that trailed from his belly button to what lay between his legs. Eve's eyes widened as she watched his cock harden. As the foreskin pulled back, an angry purple nob extended towards her. Taking her hand, the Man brought it to his shaft and in a low voice told her what to do.

Opening her full lips, she slipped him into her mouth. Her tongue instinctively circling and caressing his cock, as he sought out the deepest recesses of her mouth. Tasting the musty flavor of him, her purpose, filled her with contentment. As the childish innocence faded from her eyes, a knowing more womanly light appeared. 

Seeing the shift in her eyes, the man grabbed the back of her head and started pumping more rapidly in and out of her mouth. Eve desperately gasped for air, every time his cock left her throat. Knowing this was the true nature of things, she loosened the muscles of her throat and allowed him to pound her face. And he did. Finally letting go of his self-restraint, the man moaned every time he plunged his large veiny cock between her lips. As his hips began to pump furiously, Eve was held in place by his firm grip. With determination she rode out the waves of his orgasm. He paused, deep in her throat as his seed was released. 

Something between a moan and a howl ripped from his throat as the last of his load found its way down her throat. Stroking her on the head and telling her how happy she made him, he finally withdrew his still rigid cock from her mouth. Her lips puffy from the assault, she looked up at him. Her eyes did not waiver when they met his. Eyebrows arched, she smiled with satisfaction at the cries she had pulled from him. Eve now knew power.

The man glowing in the aftermath of his orgasm, slid down, joining Eve on her knees. Grabbing her not so gently by the hair, he pulled her into a deep kiss. Tasting himself in her mouth, he began to suck at her lips, while his tongue continued its exploration. Her body immediately relaxed into his. The warmth of his skin against hers was powerful. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she disappeared into his kisses. 

The exploration of her mouth carried on, until Eve could take no more. Pressing her body against him, she felt his rigid cock push into her softly rounded belly. Needing, but not knowing for what, she excitedly waited, trembling in his arms.

Realizing he was losing his control he moved on. Now bites down her neck made her wiggle further into him. Pleasure and pain entwined in her throat. Her childlike glee filling the air ignited a flash of emotion in the man. The joy within Eve only served to highlight the ugliness of his realm. Bitterness coiled in his belly. 

Wrapping his muscular arms around her, the man pulled Eve further into his embrace. "I need you," he crooned. "I'm here," was all she replied. New emotions assaulted him as he brought his lips to her throat. Placing his face between her breasts, he listened to her heartbeat. Her beats became his. Desire replaced reason, as he stood and lifted her without exertion. Carrying her even deeper into the tree's darkness, all light ceased. Without a word, he leaned her against the trunk of the large tree. No longer practicing caution and with a growl. He began squeezing and fondling her exquisite breasts with abandon. Each tug and twist of her nipples elicited sound of pleasure. 

The sight of his dark head at her breast warmed Eve and filled her with an odd sense of satisfaction. As the sensations radiated through her, he once again consumed her thoughts. Leaning back against the tree, Eve allowed the man to do as he pleased. The man feeling her body's submission, lifted his head and began kissing her again. All thoughts, but those of Eve left the man. His passion further aggravated, his hands traveled her body, landing on each side of her ribs. 




Forbidden Fruit



Feeling herself lifted again, Eve was held against the tree. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his waist. Deepening her kisses, she excitedly awaited the man's next move.

"Forgive me. I must hurt you as our bodies join." He whispered in her throat and he slipped his cock into her entrance. "Now, we are one," left his lips as he plunged. His large cock ripped through her hymen and she screamed.

Remaining deep inside her and without moving, the man awaited her body's signal. As her whimpers ceased and a sigh came from her, he began to move slowly. Holding her without the slightest effort, he gently lifted her and lowered her on his cock. Each thrust became slightly harder. 

Moans replaced whimpers as she felt him sliding in and out of her body. Wholeness settled on Eve as his pace increased and he again sought her lips. His full lips met hers and their bodies melded into one withering mound of flesh. Sounds of his body striking hers filled the blackness. The sweetness of her musk combined with the smokiness of his scent and filled the air. The odor and sounds of their coupling rose into the trees. As their intensity increased, so did the movements in the branches above.  

Needing no renewal in his body, the man released his seed in her and continued his thrusts. Grinding his lower body against Eve's, he growled even louder. The roughness of his voice and the circular motions of his hips compelled her to push back. Matching him move for move, her hips circled. Screams ripped through her, as he pressed her into the rough bark of the tree. Unaware of the tree's undulating against her, wave after wave of juice ran from her. Hearing her screams, the man again shot his seed deep within her. Combined with the cries of their orgasms, you could hear the creatures voices rise in exultation. 

Sweat shone on Eve's face and a red glow settled on her skin as she lay her head on the man's shoulder. Small, childlike kisses pressed on his neck, followed by the slightest of whispers, "I love you..." 

Hearing the childlike quality in her voice and the sincerity of her words, another unusual emotion settled deep within his chest. With no definition for the sinking ache within him, he felt apprehensive. "You're mine." Was his only response. 

As she rested in his arm, the rustling around them settled back into a slow hum. Her long golden brown lashes closed as she held him. Filled with love and longing for this man, she again waited. The muscles of his arms felt no exhaustion as he held her, cock still rigid. Eve now knew satisfaction.

Chapter IV:

Energy returning to her body, Eve stirred slightly against him and began to wiggle. Lifting her head, she looked into his eyes. The womanly pleasure radiating from her assured the man. Knowing she was ready, he released his hold on her. And as his cock slid from her body, she was startled by the sudden emptiness that assailed her. Wanting more she looked at him and raised her eyebrows. Placing her arms around his neck, she kissed him sweetly. Her eyes widened with anticipation as she felt him pushing her to the ground.

On her knees, she looked up the length of his body. Despite the darkness, his presence appeared darker. Now conscious of her vulnerability, his strength both exhilarated and subdued. Pleasure of obedience filled Eve, as his voice coached her. Moving on to her hands and knees, she felt the now familiar tightening of her nipples. As he stroked her head and back, juices again pooled between her legs. 

Looking down with eyes that needed no light, he admired her flawlessness. Her position, hips up and head down accentuated all the places he would go. Smiling, he stroked her hair, as if she were a favored pet. Moving without any noise, he fell to his knees. Kneeling behind her, he marveled at the amusements presented to him. His head descended. 

"Yes...please," slipped from her mouth, as she felt the roughness of his tongue begin to slowly move down the split between her cheeks. His tongue repeatedly stroked her ass cleavage. Slowing at her puckered nub in back, he teased her. Moans and yelps carried through the dark as he held one cheek in each hand and continued to feast. 

Slipping two fingers into her folds, he felt her readiness. Swirling his fingers in her juices, he moved his fingers further back. One finger slid into Eve's puckered backdoor opening and she yelped. Surprised at feeling his fingers pushing into her darkest recess, she whimpered again. Rearing back on his knee and removing his fingers from her, he placed his cock next to her impossibly tight opening. Her breath rushed from her body as just the tip of his head demanded entrance. Steeling herself for what was about to happen, Eve remained still. The only movement was her lips as she asked, "Why?"

"Because all of you is meant to be used." And he thrust. Eve screamed in pain as he hit bottom, his balls slapping against her. Not moving, he waited for her cries to cease, content to bask in his complete domination, he pushed her onto her belly.

Pinned, humbled and whimpering, Eve begged, "Please, stop." The sensations in her changed from promise to threat. Her absolute helplessness in his hands reinforced his message. She was his pet, placed on Earth to please him. "Ok," she whispered in the absolute blackness as she relented to the inevitable. Charmed by her collapse before him, he began to move in and out deliberately. Each thrust brought a yelp from beneath him. Her cries lifted and pleased him. He began to move with increased forcefulness. Time ceased to exist, as he lost himself in her pain.

Grunting with each thrust he made, Eve began to relax into his rhythm. As the pain receded, she experienced a trickling of shame. Pleasure gained from this invasion seemed unnatural. Despite her feelings of shame, fire began to coil in her belly. Enjoying her debasement, Eve began to purr.

"This is what you are...this is all you are," harsh words entered her reality. His voice held anger. Confused, she offered loved. His unkind words were met with words of devotion. Marveling at her response he pounded harder. Head thrown back, he howled as his assault on her delicate flesh continued unrelenting. After much time had passed, he wrenched himself from her and took aim at her womb. With one violent plunge, he filled her again. The rough ground battered Eve, as the man's weight collapsed on her, not moving. Eve now knew humiliation.

Minutes swirled into hours and hours stretched into days. Every act in every position was explored. Never tiring the man continued to pour seed into Eve. Finally collapsing with exhaustion and hunger, she seized the tree as she slid to the ground. Breath releasing, her eyes closed. Awkwardly reclined on the tree, all of Eve remained open to his sight and smell. Pleased, he looked at what remained of perfection. Scratches covering her body, lips above and below swollen and reeking of his scent making her even more exquisite to him. A woman debased was his original goal.

The tree reached down and he climbed into her waiting arms. As he slithered into the highest branches he spread his previously hidden wings and disappeared. His work was done.

With the serpent gone, the creatures descended the tree and circled Eve. Drawn to the odor of the man, they approached her. As she slept, they embraced her. Wiggling in her hair and tickling her body they entered Eve's dreams. Waking, Eve sat up and wailed. Shaking the creatures off of her she called out to the man. Other than the scurrying and slithering of the creatures, no sound arose from the blackness.

Filthy, hungry and bruised, Eve continued to shriek for the man. No answer returned. Shrieks eventually turned to whimpers as she lay on the floor. Images of her and the man tormented her. Why had he hurt her? Why had he abandoned her? Why had she left the Garden? Anguish, at her actions, filled her soul. Eve now knew remorse.

Panic rising in her, she began to crawl. The sharp rocks cutting at her feet and hands remained unnoticed as the pain in her heart obliterated the pain in her flesh. Feeling her way in the blackness, she crawled out from beneath the tree. As she crossed the edge of darkness, the freezing wind resumed. Frost forming on her eyelashes, she pressed forward.

Continuing to crawl, she reached the trail that had brought her to this depth. Looking above and behind her, she hurried. "No...no...no...no," came from her bruised mouth, as she tried to stop the rising alarm. Not wanting to be seen but unsure of by what, she cried. Sitting back on her heels, she pulled at her hair and wept. Eve now knew despair.

After her tears had run dry, the growling in her belly propelled her forward. Reaching the crest of the hill, she could see the garden below, stretching to the horizon. The early morning light reflected a kaleidoscope of muted colors. Her eyes fell to the stream with longing.

Chapter V:

Standing, Eve ran. Diving into the stream, she felt the man's secretions wash away. Her smell returned to normal as she climbed onto the bank. Though clean on the outside, she felt stained inside.

How would she ever explain the scratches and bruises covering her body? How could she look Adam in the eyes? He was her mate. It wasn't fair! The Voice hadn't told her what that meant! Resentful of the Voice and not wanting to feel inferior to Adam, Eve decided to make known to him all that she had learned. Eve now knew cunning.

Water streaming from her hair and down her body she ran towards Adam. Pausing to catch her breath, she felt acutely aware of her nudity. Trying to hide the shame in her eyes, she walked slowly towards him. Now aware of her body's allure, she swung her hips a little wider. Adams eyes narrowed as he took in her appearances. Questions entered his eyes as Eve reached for him.

Pulling his light blond head down to her slightly darker one, her lips sought out his. Eyes still full of questions, he allowed Eve to open his mouth with hers. Tentatively, Adam began to discover the sweetness of Eve's mouth. Her tongue met his and a honeyed warmth swept through her. Pressing herself more firmly into his tall frame, she sighed. Her tantalizing skin on his provoked responses, previously unfelt. As true tenderness entered his heart, Adam pulled her further into his embrace. 

With much emotion, he placed small kisses on her face. As his tender kisses continued down her neck, she used both hands to grasp his face. With a sensual turn to her lips, she guided his mouth to her bruised nipples. Needing no instructions he began to suckle her. Passion flooded through his cells as he felt his body responding to hers. Wanting to lie with her, he tenderly lowered her to the soft green carpet beneath their feet.

The sweetness his hands drew from her body, brought tears to Eve's eyes. With strength of will, she pushed thoughts of the man pounding her in the dark, away. Morning sun shining down on them as they loved one another with abandon.

Starting at her nipples, Adam traced his finger lightly over Eve's areola. Mesmerized by the beauty of her body, he took his time and memorized every curve of her. Not one inch was missed as he kissed his way further down her body. Coming to the dark blonde curls between her legs, he inhaled. The smell coming from her was incomprehensible. Musky and sweet, it was an odor that demanded to be tasted.

Leaning forward, he slowly parted her outer lips and drank in a sight more beautiful than any he had ever seen. Tilting his head forward, his tongue rushed to taste the wetness coming from her body. Delicious nectar assaulted his tongue and left him wanting more. With each lick, a moan poured from Eve's mouth. The sounds of her desire and the sight of her swelling lips drew his tongue in further.

The more he licked, the more she squirmed. The rougher he licked the nub at the top of her opening, the louder she cried. Her body pressed gently against his mouth as he drank from her and his heart soared. As he intuitively circled the nub that was driving her to ecstasy, Eve grabbed Adams head and gently held him. The combination of her hips grinding against his face and Adam's tongue circling her clit, rapidly had Eve screaming in pleasure. Relishing the taste of his female, he drank all that she had to offer.

Drawing himself on top of her, his body caressed hers as he slid between Eve's legs. Looking into Eve's light brown eyes with his dark brown ones, he lovingly smiled at her. So great was her value to him, he quietly whispered, "I love you. I will for infinity." So sincere were his words, she believed. Parting her legs, she pulled him in. "I'll love you forever, too."

The feel of her folds grasping him as he entered her body eclipsed all awareness of his surroundings. Slowly he let the wetness of her guide him all the way home. Balls pressed up against her cheeks and as deep as he could reach, Adam began to rock. Slowly at first, he basked in the tightness of her. Muscle constricting around his shaft, he began to rock harder, first pulling just to the edge of her opening and then plunging back. For what seemed like hours, Adam was caught in a storm of sensations. A moan emitted from his mouth each time he thrust forward, re-experiencing that extraordinary moment when a man first enters a woman.

The salty sweet taste of her still filled his mouth as he began to move in a more hurried rhythm. Each thrust brought home how much she completed him. Pausing deep within her, he pulled back. Emotion welled in his chest as he saw her face for the first time since they had joined bodies.

Adam was taken back by what had previously remained unseen. Her eyes were fringed in golden lashes that accented the subtle feline shape to her eyes. Her nose had a gentle slope that ended just above her delicate nostrils. High cheek bones were covered by just a light dusting of freckles where the sun had kissed her, and her lips, how had he not noticed her lips? Full and perfectly curved, they were the shade of a rose. On both sides of her mouth were deep dimples that cried to be kissed.

Soon, all considerations other than the coiling need in his balls left him. Pushing his face in to her delicate neck, he cried out as wave after wave of his seed poured into Eve. His seed mixed with the man's in a race to her eggs. Their contradictory DNA catching and binding to her DNA. As separate zygotes divided, two sons began to take shape.

The waning light of sunset shone on the two as they dozed by the stream. Eve's head rested in the space just below Adams collarbone. Arms wrapped around his sleekly muscled body, Eve slept. Gazing down on her, Adam knew love. Understanding now what a "mate" truly was, he silently and permanently bound his heart to Eve's. A warm blanket of contentment settled on Adam, as he too drifted away. Under Adam's hand that lay draped across Eve's belly, cells continued dividing.

Waking later in the evening, Eve felt panic coiling in the pit of her belly. Glancing at Adam's contented expression, tears sprang to Eve's eye. She couldn't lose him. Bringing her face to his, she kissed his forehead, nose and chin. Relishing the feel of his skin on her lips, she pushed down the rising fear and started placing bolder kisses down his neck. Trailing down his muscular abs, she followed the dark trail that drew her forward.

Taking his shaft in her hand, Eve gently rolled her tongue around the head of his cock and drew him into her mouth. The feel of him sliding between her lips started the familiar heat building in her core. Moaning softly, she took his rapidly hardening cock further. Thoughts of pleasing him were all that she had.

Feelings of desire filled Adam's body as he stirred. Seeing Eve's hair trailing across his abdomen as her head moved over him elicited sounds of pleasure. Hearing his response, Eve looked up. His eyes met hers as she slowly outlined her lips with his cock. Smiling seductively at him, she lowered her head and took him into her throat. The wetness of her mouth coupled with the caresses of her tongue drove Adam to new heights.

Eve was still lavishing attention on him as he felt himself tensing. Playfully he growled and lifted her. Laying her gently down on her stomach, he nudged her legs apart. With a cry, he entered her welcoming warmth. With one hand placed on each side of her body, Adam lifted his hips and nudged her open with his cock. 

Feeling his need mounting, Eve lifted her hips and opened further. Bruised, but needing him, she pushed back and he slid further into her depths with a cry. Pausing to relish the moment, Adams heart sped up. With another cry coming from his throat, he began to move. Calling her "wife," he increased his speed.

The word "wife" circling in Eve's heart, tears began to trickle silently. With every thrust, she was reminded that they had been created for each other-bound by design. With soft words of love, she pushed back and their souls touched as his seed poured into her. "Eve," slipped from his mouth as he collapsed on her.

Rolling on his side, Adam pulled Eve into his arms. The sweetness of his love compared to the brutality of the serpent brought heavier tears to her eyes. As images of what she had done occupied her mind, sobs started to fill her chest. Feeling the shudders running through her body, Adam rolled Eve over and saw the despair in her eyes.

Deep concern in his eyes, he asked, "Why?"

Sobs turning into wails, Eve jumped to her feet and began to pace. As the truth of her disappearance poured from her lips, a lump started to build in Adams chest. Each word she said was another blow to his heart. Rage at the serpent and rage at her started to push out all the joy in his heart. As his heartbeat began to pound in his head, he jumped to his feet. Muscles tensed, he looked at Eve. Revulsion dripped from his face. Hands pulling at her hair and tears streaming down her face, Eve looked into Adam's eyes. Seeing nothing but disgust, she fell to her knees. Ashamed in his sight, she curled in a ball and tried to hide.

Wanting to comfort her and wanting to strike her battled for control. The taste of hate bitter in his mouth, Adam turned his back on her. Shoulders slumping and with an air of absolute defeat, Adam walked away. Knowing Eve's eyes were following him, he didn't glance back.

Sobs wracked her body, as she lay next to the stream. Profound sadness crept over her and she lay without moving. Small creatures drawn to her sorrow formed a circle around her. Completely lost in a hell of her own making, she did not feel their warmth surrounding her.

Stalking over one rolling hill after another, Adam raged. Screaming at the sky, he demanded to know why, but no answers came. Mile after mile he stormed. The fire in his chest knew no limits. Animals normally drawn to him scattered at his approach. Hours of storming at the world began to tire him. As his steps slowed, Adam knew grief. Heart broken, he slipped to the ground. Tears forming in his eyes, he too curled into a ball.

Tears streaming down his face, Adam couldn't shake the image of Eve shrieking and pulling at her hair. The despair in her eyes haunted him as he imagined the things she had said. Thoughts of her suffering replaced his. The way he had left her? What had he done? A wave of protectiveness washed over him as he began to retrace his steps.

Remembering the tears running down her face, he began to run. Time stretched and he panicked. Muscle bulging, he ran as fast as he could over one hill and then another. Sweat streamed down his lean body as he pushed himself to the limit. His stomach fell as he crested the hill. What if she was gone? Looking down at the stream he saw only water. Sadness returned as he slowly walked down the hill. Arriving at their spot, he sat and lowered his head.

Screams split the air as Eve came running from a grove of trees. Panic on her face, she ran. Eyes bulging, she looked for a place to hide. Unaware of Adam, she dove into the water and swam. Hands grasping the bank, she hauled herself from the water. Afraid of being seen, she looked fearfully over her shoulder. Her eyes landed on Adam. Stunned, she stopped. Her mouth fell open but nothing came.




Forbidden Fruit



Taking in the horror on her face and the bruises and scratches covering her body, Adam knew his purpose. Wanting nothing more than to protect her, he too crossed the stream. As he pulled himself from the water, words poured out of Eve.

"The Voice! It knows what I've done!" she shrieked. It says, "I'm cursed." And as the words left her mouth, she searched for a place to run. The only trail she found was the one leading to the tree. Uncertain what to do, she again pulled at her hair and shrieked.

Adam unable to watch her suffer any longer, ran and lifted her up in his arms. Kissing her brow he tried to calm her. Struggling from his grasp, she yelled, "I have to go; I've been banished."

Holding her tight so she couldn't run, Adam again tried to calm her. "Help meeee!" she moaned and ceased struggling.

Holding her tight and unsure of what to do, he paced a few steps, paused and did it again. Panic at losing her, suddenly made everything clear. They both had to go. Still holding her in his arms he began to ascend the trail. His muscles began to strain as the incline steepened. Still so grateful to have her in his arms, he didn't set her down. Adam knew loyalty.

As they crested the hill, a calmed Eve slipped to her feet. Feeling the familiar sharpness beneath her and seeing the tree in the distance, she began to quake. She couldn't turn back and she couldn't go forward. Frozen in place, she looked to Adam.

"I'm here now," he said taking her hand and leading her quietly down the path. Squeezing his hand, Eve followed. Cold wind assaulted their nude bodies as the crept closer to the tree. Shivering and with purple lips they continued their approach. Circling the tree was a dirt path that continued away from the Garden. Heading around the tree and toward their ecape they could hear the creatures squirming. Reaching the head of the path, they began to run. How long? They didn't know. Fear of the Voice and fear of the serpent kept their tired muscles going.

At the pinnacle of the highest hill, they stopped and turned. The tree and the Garden were gone. All that remained was a wasteland. With nothing to return to, they headed into the unknown.



Forbidden Fruit



Tim was from a small town world, where everybody knew everybody. He started life in a village in the country, far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Throughout high school he'd always had a decent sized group of friends and had been generally happy with life. This all changed when he went to university. For the first time he'd been dropped off in a world filled with hustle and bustle. The world back home was friendly and welcoming, a place where everyone spoke, and asked you about your day. City life was much different. People were cold and seemed unfriendly. From the very start he was confined to a very small number of friends on his course.

Another new concept to him was race and religion. Back home, everyone he knew was white, and either Christian or atheist or some variation in between. For the first time his friendship group consisted of people from all parts of the world, from America to the Middle East, from Africa to Asia. While it had taken a little while to get used to, he'd adjusted quite well over the first year.

Tim wasn't the fittest guy, nor was he the most handsome. When he was a child, others would tease him about wearing glasses (something that still made him wary - even around "adults"). He always tried hard in his studies, a trait that earned him a lot of brownie points with his friends, although he was careful not to let them exploit him when they were panicking about a paper due in the following week. 

For the first and second semester of his first year he was still in a steady relationship with a girl he'd been with for almost 5 years. Most of his friends found this concept very alien - "a girlfriend of 5 years at the age of 20?" - he would often hear with looks of disbelief or confusion. It was often as though he had to pull her out of a hat whilst waving a magic wand to make them believe she was real, but he didn't mind too much. He was happy.

Easter break beckoned, and he was excited to go home. Tim and his girlfriend attended different universities, which certainly put strain on their relationship. But they battled through it, seeing each other when they could. Or so he thought. That Easter, his girlfriend decided she could no longer do long-distance relationships, that it wasn't fair on either of them. Tim pleaded with her, but she was insistent. In only a few weeks he went from being close to proposing to having nothing but his own thoughts. He felt as though he'd lost everything he knew, everything he wanted and he took it hard.

Tim was bullied quite a lot throughout high school, and had learned to his unhappiness with a smile. For a while only his closest friends knew anything had happened at all. As time went on, Tim sank deeper and deeper into depression. His grades slipped, and he started losing weight rapidly. His close friends were worried, but respected his wishes that they didn't broadcast his breakup to the rest of the group.

Over the course of that semester, the dynamics of their friendship group began to shift. Tim had always been able to get along well with girls, as opposed to guys, a trait he attributed to growing up alongside his marginally older female cousin. As the group dynamic changed, one girl, Nurah, began to become a closer friend. They would talk more openly in group conversations and often Tim would make jovial remarks that Nurah would quickly jump in on. 

*BUZZZZ* Tim's phone woke him from sleep in a daze. 

Tim looked at his phone to see a message from Nurah waiting to be opened. Tim had never received a message from Nurah at this time of day before. When thinking back, Tim had never received a message from Nurah at all... Worried it might be an emergency, Tim quickly unlocked his phone - harder than he imagined this early in the morning.

"Tim." Read the message. Great. He'd been awoken by a message that simply said his name. For a moment he just sighed and decided he'd go back to bed. Before his head hit the pillow, there was another buzz. Momentarily anger welled up inside him. All he wanted was sleep - a precious treasure that didn't happen too often these days.

A few minutes later, the phone buzzed again, reminding him he hadn't read the message. Cursing himself for his own mistake of not putting his phone on silent he glanced at the phone. It was Nurah again. He sat for a moment and decided whether or not to read it. It was unusual for Nurah to message, he thought to himself. He gave in and unlocked his phone - again.

"Tim, I've been watching you recently, are you ok?" 

He wasn't sure what to do. At first he wasn't sure what she meant. After all "are you ok?" could mean anything? Right? 

He knew Nurah in passing, more of a friend of a friend in the group. They'd spoken before, and at some point exchanged phone numbers in case they needed to organize a trip to the pub or meet before lectures as a group. She was quite a lot smaller than he was, probably 5ft 4 by his eye. When everyone was introducing themselves half a year prior she'd said she was from Pakistan, somewhere he knew almost nothing about. All in all, Tim realized he didn't really know Nurah that well at all, nor had he ever really bothered to pay attention to her.

Because of this, it felt quite strange for her to say "I've been watching you recently," perhaps it was a mistaken phrase? Nurah spoke English very well, but maintained a slight Asian flare to her accent. He decided to reply, but quickly realized it had been a good 10 minutes since he'd received the message from her. At this point he wasn't sure whether she'd think he was ignoring her, so he tried to break the silence.

"Well that's not weird at all..." he replied, chuckling to himself.

He placed the phone on the side, and sat staring at the bottle of vodka on his desk. Drinking had become a bad habit for Tim these past few months... Within seconds a new message appeared. He opened it, and saw a small wall of text fill his screen. Nobody could write that fast, he thought to himself. He guessed she must have had this pretyped before the start of her text message fishing expedition. He decided to read it before showering, assuming it would warrant a reply.

"Tim, not like that. Over the past few months I've noticed you've lost weight, but you don't appear to be sick. Your smiles don't fool me, I can see right through them. But you haven't said anything to the group so I haven't brought it up, but I thought that you should know you can tell me if you want to."

Tim didn't really know how to respond, and wasn't sure about opening up to Nurah. He went and turned on the shower, then waited for a few minutes for the water to get warm. Tim slept naked, so he didn't need to get undressed. Because of this, the few minutes it took for the water to get warm seemed to take forever. He stood thinking - what should he do? He didn't mistrust Nurah, in fact it was quite the opposite, he simply didn't trust her. After getting in the shower, he did what most people do - instead of actually get washed he stood and had "shower thoughts." 

By the time Tim had gotten washed and out of the shower he wasn't really any further forward with his problem. However, upon reflection, he did feel that Nurah seemed to emit an aura of trust that he'd never felt about anyone else before. Perhaps it was because she was quiet and reserved. 

By the time Tim was dried and dressed he had decided to tell Nurah his problems. He didn't want to go into details but he'd give a brief outline of the problem. He told her about his relationship, and that he felt quite down about the whole thing. He brushed off the weight loss, telling her that she was probably imagining it.

For once he was waiting for her reply. He sat, impatient, wondering about her response. Would she be supportive? Would she just accept it then continue with her day? A few minutes later a reply from Nurah.

"TIM! Why didn't you say! If I'd known I would have been there for you more. You can always talk to me, I won't say anything to anyone I promise."

He felt immediately more calm, relieved perhaps. He'd found someone who was supportive, in someone he never expected. The close guy-friends he had told were "supportive" but generally he met a response of "there's plenty of fish in the ocean" or "you'll be ok". For the first time, someone was genuinely interested in his wellbeing, and that put a smile on his face.

The months flew by, and Nurah became an even closer friend to Tim. They talked on a regular basis, and when Nurah fell ill Tim visited her in hospital with a group of their friends, and then later visited her at home.

Nurah, was from Pakistan, but was born in the UK. She was a Muslim, which surprised Tim when he found out. The media portrayed Muslims as terrorists and suicide bombers, and his all white hometown community didn't help alter that opinion. Over time he grew more interested in culture, and in religion. Being brought up as an atheist, Tim had never considered the idea of a God, as his family met that with much hostility. But over time, Tim began to grow closer to Islam, and Nurah taught him all she could. She wasn't forceful, which Tim appreciated greatly, but would always answer questions as best she could. Tim found himself growing more kind, more compassionate, and more selfless. Whilst he hadn't fully converted to Islam, he was spiritually there. However, he did maintain some of his Western views and ideals. Thankfully, Nurah understood. As she was brought up in the UK, she also had and influence of Western culture.

By this time, Nurah and Tim were exceptionally close. Tim had kept his religious feelings secret from the rest of the group, afraid of their judgment, and Nurah was his sanctuary in this respect. Nurah would visit regularly, and they would work together on any work they were given. Tim would help Nurah understand concepts she wasn't sure on, and in return Nurah would undoubtedly bring Pakistani delicacies for him to try. Over time he developed a deep appreciation for their friendship, an appreciation reciprocated by Nurah.

During the second semester of their second year, the group decided to have a group movie night. Tim lived with three other friends from their group in a flat of four. Other members of the group lived scattered among different houses and flats with other people. It was decided that Tim's flat was the best place for the movie night to avoid disrupting the flat mates of other people in the group. The movie night extended well into the early hours, and at around 3am most people left. Nurah stayed to help Tim clean up for half an hour. Tim promised to walk her home in return, which she gladly accepted. Half an hour came and went, and the flat still looked like a nuclear test site. Nurah and Tim worked for another 20 minutes before deciding they'd give up. Just as Nurah and Tim were about to leave, the heavens opened and the rain began to pour heavily.

Tim suggested Nurah just stay the night, an idea she wasn't too keen on. In previous months Nurah had napped, alone, in Tim's bed when she was tired. She was comfortable around Tim, but was wary due to the Islamic restrictions of being with men before marriage. Tim agreed, and said that he would sleep on the sofa, a much more acceptable idea to Nurah. She argued that she should sleep on the sofa, and Tim in his bed, but he refused, as a gentleman should. 

The night was long for Tim. The two-seat sofa wasn't really designed to accommodate his 6ft frame. A few hours later, he decided to get up and keep cleaning. By the time Nurah woke up Tim was pretty tired. She immediately told him off for cleaning up without her, and then asked if he perhaps had a tooth brush she could "borrow". He dug one out of his cupboard and handed it to her. He began to walk away and stopped for a second. 

"Nurah?" he asked sharply.

"Yes?" she said, looking quite shocked, wondering what she'd done wrong. 

"I don't want the toothbrush back you know..." he smirked.

She smiled and stuck her tongue out at him like a child. He chuckled, and went back to cleaning. Nurah came back into the kitchen, and noted it was 1pm. After they ate she told Tim that he should go nap, because he'd barely slept. He agreed, and went to his room. He decided to stay dressed, just in case Nurah needed to come in his room while he was asleep. He got into bed, and laid his head on the pillow. He smiled for a moment, Nurah's perfume was embedded in the pillow - in all of the bed sheets - and it smelled great. He quickly drifted off to sleep.

Tim awoke and glanced towards the curtains. It appeared to be dark outside, 

"It must be evening..?" he muttered to himself.

Tim was quite accustomed to this by now, having regularly worked through the night and entirely broken his sleeping pattern throughout his time at university. He glanced in the other direction to see Nurah sat right beside him. This almost made Tim jump out of his skin, as he hadn't even noticed her before then. She was listening to music quietly with headphones in. 

"Sorry did I wake you?" she asked shyly, removing her headphones. 

"No no, it's ok" he replied, looking confused. Nurah was wearing entirely different clothes than when she arrived the day before.

Tim quickly realized that she was wearing PJs that she left in his cupboard for when they were studying and she needed something more comfortable to wear. Nurah told Tim that it was still raining outside. 

"Hmmmm, what should we do about food?" he asked. 

"Oh, while you were asleep it stopped raining and I went to the supermarket and bought us some chicken. I made a curry, I hope you don't mind..." she replied. 

He asked her, with a confused face, "Why would I mind?" to which she just shrugged and giggled. 

After eating, the rain was still set in, although it had changed from a heavy downpour to a moderate shower. Nurah said she was actually quite tired, and asked if she could nap in Tim's bed. Nurah always insisted on asking for everything, even though she knew it would be ok. Tim laughed and went to his room with her. Grabbing a pair of headphones he made to leave, telling Nurah he'd be waiting in the kitchen for her to wake up.

"Tim," she started, "you can sit in here you know, as long as you don't mind it being dark..."

"If you're ok with that?" he questioned.

She nodded. He definitely wanted to make sure she wasn't doing anything against her will, but appreciated that the bed was far more comfortable than the sofa - which appeared to be made out of some entirely stiff foam, offering no comfort at all. He sat on one side of the double bed, trying to give her as much space as he could. She got into bed beside him and rolled over to go to sleep. Tim turned on his music.

Tim woke up feeling a little uncomfortable. He quickly realized that he'd fallen asleep, and not only that, but he lay there with Nurah cuddled up to him. Nurah wasn't a particularly heavy girl, but his current position was not great for getting leverage. He tried to pry his arm from beneath her, afraid of what she might think. He started to move his arm out when he felt her arm pull it back.

"Nurah...?" he whispered, assuming she was asleep.

Nurah didn't respond, so he started pulling again, only to meet the same resistance. He decided to reposition himself, leaning his upper body over Nurah's shoulder to get better leverage. He glanced at her face, only to see a smile. 

"Tim" she murmured. 

"Yes?" he quietly replied, still not sure if she was dreaming or actually awake. 

"Stop," she said softly, "this is nice." 

At this point, Tim was not sure what to say or do. He had always been respectful of her Islamic views, and they had somewhat shaped his own.

He started to speak, "Bu-"

She quickly interjected, "Please... I've never felt someone hold me like this, it makes me feel protected, you make me feel safe."

Tim smiled, laid down, and held her tightly with his left arm. His early 20's hormones began to kick in, and he could feel an erection brewing inside his boxers. He tried to avoid leaning his body towards her, and hoped the thick joggers he was wearing, as well as the duvet over her, would hide any evidence. He had never felt this way about her before, never looked at her as anything more than a sister to him. The sensation was odd, but also strangely soothing.

Tim awoke some time later, to find Nurah had gotten up, and was making breakfast - at 4am. He headed to the kitchen, and they ate. Neither of them spoke about what had happened, and sometime later the rain stopped and Tim walked Nurah home. 

A few days passed, and both Nurah and Tim acted as though nothing abnormal had happened. Nurah cam for dinner one evening, and Tim made her lunch the next day. A week later, another movie night rolled around. Again, at about 3am everyone left, Nurah included this time, with Tim walking her home.

When Tim got home, he was strangely disappointed that she hadn't stayed the night again. Was he developing feelings for her? Did she have feelings for him? He wasn't at all sure. Perhaps she felt bad for what she had done? When he thought of her, he was filled with a feeling of euphoria, whilst also being filled with a feeling of utter confusion. He felt like he should talk to her about it, but didn't know how to bring it up without potentially hurting their friendship. He was at quite a loss of what to do. 

Stay tuned for Part 2, coming soon!



Forbidden Fruit



"So?" 

"I wanted something from my room, so I went ahead and snuck into the house to get it. There were a lot of moans coming from Sally's room. Just like when she's getting it good from Jack. I tiptoed up to her room and cracked the door open so I could look in. Sally was getting fucked good all right, but she wasn't getting it from Jack." 

Laurie paused and took another drag on her cigarette. She blew out the smoke and watched it drift up to the ceiling. Impatiently, Michelle demanded, "Don't be a bitch, Laurie. Who was she fucking?" 

Laurie smiled that special smile that combined innocence and evil like only she could and said, "Who's car did I say was in the driveway?" 

Tammy and Michelle's mouths both fell open and Michelle said, "You're not tell me she was in bed with Sylvia?" 

"Wow," Laurie said. "That would have been good. But, no, she was fucking her husband." 

"Joe?" 

"Yep. Or Jose. Whatever he goes by. He was pounding her too. If he fucks Sylvia like that, it's no wonder she does whatever he tells her to. Hell, if I was getting fucked like that, I'd let a man boss me around too." 

"Fuck me," Michelle said slowly. 

"So, Sally's not so pure." 

Michelle laughed and said, "Whoever said she was pure?" 

"The way she's always hassling me about getting laid, you'd think she was the virgin mother." 

Michelle waved her off and said, "She doesn't care if you get laid, or not. She just wants to be sure you don't end up pregnant while you're still in school the way she did." 

Laurie took another deep drag on her cigarette and then handed it to Tammy so she could have a hit. Tammy sucked in on the Camel and handed it back to Laurie. Laurie took one last hit off of it before stuffing it out in the ashtray. Then she looked at Michelle who was also stuffing out her cigarette and said, "You didn't seem that surprised that it wasn't Jack she was in bed with. You were a little taken back when I tricked you into thinking it was Sylvia, but I don't think the fact that she was fucking somebody besides our dear, sweet, step daddy shocked you at all." 

Michelle shrugged and said, "Yeah, so?" 

"Fess up, sis," Laurie said. "What have you been holding back on me?" 

"Well. We did party a little bit when we went to Hawaii last year." 

"Party," Laurie said. "How?" 

"Let's just say that after the first couple of days when we both figured out that the other one was trying to get laid, we were able to open up a little more and have some real fun." 

"Uh-huh," Laurie said. "So, you're both a couple of two-timing sluts?" 

Michelle shrugged and said, "Like mother, like daughter. Or should I say; like mother, like daughter-s?" 

Michelle and Laurie slapped their palms together as all three of them laughed and Laurie said, "They say the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree." 

Then Laurie looked at Tammy and said, "That being the case, maybe you BETTER keep a close eye on Taylor." 

Tammy rose up her hand and faked like she was going to slap Laurie and said, "Fuck you, Laurie." 

Laurie looked at Michelle and said, "See. My offers are getting better already." 

"Yeah. Right," Michelle said. "Like she can fuck better than I can." 

"Ooooooh," Tammy said. "That sounds like a challenge." 

"Yes it did," Laurie said. 

Michelle put her nose up in the air and said, "Another time maybe. Today we have company." 

Laurie playfully pinched one of her nipples and said; "Look at the bitch turning all uppity on us." 

Michelle slapped her hand away and said, "Leave my tits alone. Tammy already got me going and didn't finish. I don't want to walk around with drenched panties." 

"Ahhhh. Poor thing," Laurie said as she shook another cigarette out of the pack of Camels. 

They heard the front door open. As Laurie was holding the lighter to her cigarette, Sally walked into the kitchen. She took one look at the cigarette in Laurie's mouth and calmly pulled it from her lips and placed it between her own. Laurie glared at her and said, "Hey. I was about to smoke that." 

Sally inhaled and blew a stream of smoke into Laurie's direction and said, "I know. That's why I took it away from you." 

Under her breath, Laurie muttered, "Cunt." 

Sally blew another stream of smoke in Laurie's direction and said, "What was that?" 

"Nothing," Laurie said as she smiled and reached for the pack to shake out another cigarette. 

Sally started to say something and Michelle stopped her and said, "Jesus, Sally. Give it a rest. You know she's just going to light up as soon as you leave anyway." 

"Yes," Sally said. "I do know that. But, how's she expect to get a tennis scholarship when she smokes." 

"Hello," Laurie said waving her hand between them. "I'm right here. Don't talk about me like I'm somewhere else." 

Ignoring her, Michelle said, "She'll get a scholarship based on how many tournaments she wins, not how clean her living habits are." 

"Thank God for that," Sally said. 

"Hey!" 

Rather than hear her protest, Sally and Michelle both turned to her and said, "Shut up, Laurie!" 

Tammy suppressed a laugh and looked to Sylvia. She gave her a little wave and said, "Going to get a tattoo, huh?" 

"Yep. I want a circle of roses around my ankle." 

"Cool. What made you decide to get one?" 

"We took Judy there yesterday to get her bellybutton pierced and I saw some I liked, so we were talking about it today and I told Sally the hell with it. Let's go back." 

Tammy looked passed her to Judy and said, "You let her pierce her bellybutton?" 

"Yep," Judy said and before she could ask if she wanted to see it, her friend Tara lifted up her tee shirt so everyone could see the gold hoop that was now in Judy's navel. 

"Isn't it adorable?" Tara asked. 

"Yeah, it is," Tammy said. "Taylor's been bugging me to get one. When she sees that, I know she'll start all over again." 

"Let's go tomorrow," Michelle said. "You can both get yours pierced. Then you and I will match when we rub together on the dance floor." 

Tammy pushed her away when Michelle reached to pull her close and imitate the dance she had in mind. "Cut it out, Michelle. I'll think about it." 

"You guys be good," Silvia said as Judy and Tara left through the back door to go to the pool. "Me and Sally are taking off." 

Judy turned to wave to her and said, "Okay. Bye, Mom." 

Noticing that they had come in empty handed, Michelle said, "Hey. Where is Jim's birthday cake?" 

Sally slapped her forehead and said, "Shit! I forgot to stop and pick it up. I'm sorry." 

"Fuck," Michelle muttered. "Never mind. Tammy and I will go get it." 

Then she leaned close to Sally and whispered, "You got anything good at the dress shop?" 

Sally whispered back to her, "A little. In the drawer underneath the cash register." 

"Cool," Michelle said. "I forgive you then. We'll stop by there on the way to picking up the cake." 

* 

Michelle started to turn the lights on as they stepped inside Sally's Dress Shop but then thought better of it. They didn't want anyone thinking the store was open. She motioned Tammy to follow her and said, "Come on." 

There was enough sunlight finding its' way in through the glass that they were easily able to see their way back to the cash register. Michelle fumbled with the handle to the counter drawer that the cash register sat on. Underneath some papers in the drawer she found the clear plastic bag she was searching for. She poured the white powder contents out on the counter and divided it up into four small lines. She then took a dollar out of her purse and rolled it up into a straw. As Tammy stood anxiously watching, she placed one end of the rolled up dollar to her left nostril and the other at the beginning of one of the lines. She moved the dollar along the length of the line and inhaled as she did so. Then she stood up, sniffed deeply in her appreciation of the quality of the coke, and handed the improvised straw to Tammy. Mimicking Michelle, Tammy used the dollar to quickly snort the second line. She offered the straw back to Michelle who shook her head and said, "Go ahead." 

Tammy then snorted the third line, and, without offering again, switched the makeshift straw to her other nostril and snorted the fourth. She then stood up and smiled her appreciation at Michelle. "You were right. Your mom does keep good stuff." 

Michelle chuckled and said, "Told you so. I also remember telling you when we were in Mexico that you'd learn to love this stuff." 

Tammy shivered and said, "Fucking A. This shit's the next best thing to sex." 

Michelle shrugged and said, "Depending on the sex, it's the best thing."

Tammy laughed and said, "Shut up, girl. Hey. Tell me something. That time in Mexico, when the guy gave us the coke, I remember you wetting your fingertip and dipping it in the coke. Then you rubbed some of it on your gums. What was that about?" 

"Coke numbs your gums when you rub it on them. The purer the coke, the more numb your gums get. It was just a test to see if they were trying to get us to put out for baby laxative." 

"Oh. I see," Tammy said. "Pretty smart. So, how come you didn't do it with this?" 

"Why waste it testing it when I knew anything Sally had would be good?" 

"Pretty smart again," Tammy said. "Anything else you got to teach me?" 

"Not right now," Michelle said, "But it is time for a test on some of the things we've already gone over." 

She pulled Tammy to her so that their breasts mashed together and her tongue slid naturally between Tammy's lips as they opened. She pushed at the straps on Tammy's top and pulled it down to her waist exposing her creamy white breasts. She broke away from the kiss and quickly sucked one of the pink, bare nipples. She left that and then sucked the other one a little more slowly. Then she looked up at Tammy and said, "I'm glad you followed directions about not wearing a bra." 

Tammy laughed and said, "It's not like I really need one. I'm not quite as gifted there, size wise, as you are." 

Michelle then stood up and raised her arms as she let Tammy lift her tee shirt over her head. Tammy then held Michelle's tits in her hands and felt their weight. "Mmmm. Did I say gifted? Perhaps I should have said heavenly blessed." 

Michelle moaned as she gripped Tammy's wavy blonde hair and pulled her face back up to hers. They stood naked from the waist up and kissing. Then Tammy broke away again and dropped to her knees. As Tammy began unbuttoning her jeans, Michelle said, "That's it, babe. We don't have time for foreplay. Time to cut to the chase." 

Without further comment, Tammy pulled Michelle's jeans down her hips and thighs to her ankles. Then Michelle stepped out of both her jeans and her sandals and stood naked before Tammy. She allowed Tammy to pull her to the floor and push her onto her back. Her legs opened automatically as Tammy placed a few kisses on her stomach. She stopped at Michelle's belly button long enough to suck the shinny diamond attached to her navel. Then Michelle opened her legs wider to accommodate Tammy's arrival at the moist opening between them. Tammy went straight to her clitoris and roughly nibbled it before she used the tip of her tongue to trace around the outer edge of Michelle's pussy lips. Then she dipped her tongue a little bit inside and used it to partially penetrate Michelle's pussy. She licked her way up the middle and traced around the edges again several times. When Michelle began to moan and lift her ass up off the floor, she diverted her attention from the lips of Michelle's pussy and began nuzzling and nibbling her clitoris. As she sucked Michelle's clit, she slipped a thumb into Michelle's pussy and slowly worked it in and out matching the same rhythm with her thumb and her lips. 

Michelle was now moaning and groaning louder as each second passed. Tammy switched from sucking at Michelle's clit and began flicking the tip of her tongue across it. As she quickly flicked the tip of her tongue back and forth across Michelle's erect clit, she worked her thumb in and out of the pussy at the same pace. Then she changed to slowly brushing the clitoris with the rough flat portion of her tongue. She alternated back and forth like this. Every time she would switch licking techniques, she changed the pace with which she stroked her thumb in and out of Michelle's pussy so that it matched the rhythm set by her tongue. 

Then she switched off so that her thumb, which was drenched with Michelle's juices, was stroking back and forth across her clit and she was digging her tongue as deeply as she could into Michelle's pussy. At this point, Michelle grabbed Tammy's hair and began to grind herself up into Tammy's face. In just seconds after that, she was screaming, "THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! THAT'S FUCKING IT! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH MY FUCKING GOD! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!" 

As Michelle gradually began to wind down from her orgasm, Tammy kissed her way up from between her legs. She stopped momentarily again to give the diamond in Michelle's navel another kiss and to softly suck each one of Michelle's brown, gumdrop sized, nipples. Then she kissed her way the rest of the way up to Michelle's lips and after their tongues briefly danced a slow waltz, she broke away and said, "Tell me teacher. Did I pass that test?" 

"Oh fuck yes. You get an A fucking plus." 

Tammy laughed, rolled away, and began pulling her top up. Michelle pulled her back to her, kissed her quickly and said, "What's the hurry? Jim's cake can wait. I want to make you cum first." 

Tammy shook her head and said, "We'll get another chance. I don't feel comfortable leaving Taylor their unsupervised." 

Michelle reached to pull her back and said, "You worry too much. Laurie's there to fight all the dirty old men off of her." 

Tammy ducked away from Michelle's grasp and said, "But who's going to keep her out of Laurie's hands." 

Michelle, searching for her clothes, couldn't help but laugh. "Okay. We better go." 

* 

Laurie sat huddled in the shallow end of the pool with Taylor, Judy and Tara engaging in girl talk. Paul, Laurie's favorite author, has said that girl talk is almost always filthy. This time was no exception. 

"We want to ask you something," Judy said. 

"Go for it," Laurie replied. 

"How old were you your first time?" Judy asked. 

"First time for what?" 

"Come on. You know." 

Laurie shook her head and said, "No I don't. You could mean anything. You might mean the first time I ate chocolate ice cream. Or the first time I sat in a pool with friends. Or the first time I smoked. You might even mean the first time I masturbated." 

"That one is the closest to what we're talking about," Tara said. 

"You see," Laurie said. "We've narrowed it down. Now, the next question is, do you mean the first time I ever masturbated alone, or with someone?" 

At the same time, Taylor said, "Alone." 

While Judy said, "With someone." 

And Tara said, "Both." 

Laurie laughed and said, "I was eleven the first time I did it by myself and twelve the first time I did it with someone. How about y'all?" 

"Us?" They all said. 

"Yes. You. Or do you think I'm the only one that's going to tell on herself?" 

No one answered and Laurie said, "Come on. Fess up." 

Judy and Tara looked at each other and then back to Laurie before saying, "Thirteen." 

"I see," Laurie said. "Alone, or together." 

"Together," they both said. 

"Ah. Y'all are getting more and more interesting," Laurie said. Then she looked at Taylor. "What about you? Don't think you're skipping out." 

Taylor lowered her eyes and said, "I was eleven too." 

Before Laurie could ask, Tara said, "Were you alone?" 

Taylor grinned and nodded her head up and down to indicate yes. 

"You ever masturbate with anyone?" Judy asked. 

This time Taylor shook her head from side to side. 

"Okay," Laurie said, "Next question. Has anyone ever touched your nipples?" 

"Over clothes or under them," Judy asked. 

Laurie shrugged and said, "Either way." 

"Yes," Judy said. "Under clothes too." 

"Yes," Tara said. "Under too." 

They all looked at Taylor and she turned red and shook her head again. Laurie smiled and said, "Don't be embarrassed." 

Then to everyone's surprise she reached over and casually pinched one of Taylor's nipples through the material of her bathing suit. "There. Now you're even with them." 

"Except," Judy said, "We got touched under our clothes." 

"No problem," Laurie said and before any of them knew what was happening, she slipped her thumb underneath Taylor's bikini top and gentlely stroked her nipple a couple of times, feeling it grow hard and erect. Then just as quickly she slipped it back out. "Next question." 

"You know the next question," Judy said. 

"You're right. I do," Laurie laughed. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jim leaving the grill and stepping inside. She stood up in the pool and reached for a towel. "Hang onto that thought, girls. I'll be back in a bit." 

* 

Laurie tiptoed into Michelle and Jim's bedroom, stepped around the bed, and slowly eased the bathroom door open. She was just in time to see Jim giving himself a shake with one hand and reaching for the handle to flush with the other. Jim jumped out of his socks when he heard her say, "Somebody told me once if you shake it more than twice, you're playing with it." 

Jim playfully grabbed for his heart and said, "Jesus Christ, Laurie. You scared the piss out of me." 

"Oh," she said. "Is that what happened?" 

Jim laughed and said, "Poor choice of words." 

She stepped further into the bathroom and said, "I just wanted to give you your present." 

Then she kneeled in front of him and took his cock in her hand. As she kissed and then licked the tip of it, he shut his eyes and leaned back his head. It grew instantly in her hand, and she went ahead and slipped her lips over the head. She used her tongue and licked the slit clean. With her other hand, she slowly massaged his balls as she stroked her first hand along the length of his cock. Then she looked up at him and said, "Mmmmm. I might be weird, but I like taking a guy in my mouth right after he's had a piss." 

Jim gripped her head with his hands and said, "Jesus, girl. Hurry the fuck up. Michelle will be home any minute." 

"Don't worry, hon," I think Michelle might be gone for a while. Then she took his cock back into her mouth and began to stroke him with her lips. She continued moving her lips up and down his shaft until she was sure he was on the verge of cumming. Then she slipped him out of her mouth and began to suck and lick his balls. He gripped her hair and pulled her mouth back to his cock. He thrust the tip through her lips and pushed it in until the tip was pressing back against her throat and she had to relax her throat muscles to keep from gagging. She let him pump her mouth for a few strokes before she pulled him out and said, "Don't cum yet. I want to fuck." 

He pulled her to her feet and said, "Hurry up then. I'm about to pop." 

She quickly slid down her bikini bottoms and tossed them to the corner of the bathroom. Without further pretense, Jim roughly turned her around and bent her over the sink. Then he pushed into her from behind and entered her with one stroke. She thrust back against him as he roughly slammed his cock deeper and deeper into her pussy. As he continued to push into her, he viciously pulled her top off and reached under her to cup her tits and roughly stroke her nipples with his palms. Just as he felt the tension build to the point where he could no longer control it, she also began to scream out her pleasure. As soon as she began screeching and uttering inaudible phrases, he grunted and drew his cock out of her and began to squirt his load over her back. Then he turned her around so she could wrap her legs around his hips and he could kiss her into quietness before her screams brought the whole party inside to see what she was doing. 




Forbidden Fruit



He used the hand towel to wipe his cum off of her back and then tossed it into the hamper. As he was pulling up his shorts, he found her bikini bottoms in the corner and handed them to her. He found the top too, but the clasp was broken. 

"Shit!" 

She took it from him and said, "Don't sweat it, lover. I'll put my tee shirt on." 

"But what will you tell Michelle?" 

"What else? She's seen you open presents before. She knows the wrapping is never worth a fuck again after you're done."



Forbidden Fruit



I was nervous the entire trip, my stomach rolling and my hands sweating the whole time I drove. The excitement was brewing inside my center, my mind all of it. He had consumed so many fantasies over the years, I should take a moment and start at the beginning.

We had met online in a chat room, got to know each other a little at a time. Basically we were friends. A year went by and still we kept it strictly friendship until the day you came to me as someone new and unknown.

At first I was a little cold towards him but I warmed up pretty easily. Why I didn’t know really, but the tingling was there. He showed me some nude pictures of himself, his face hidden, but the sights were astounding. I was for the first time online turned on.

It wasn’t just his pictures it was the whole thing. His personality, his easy-going manner, and even his slightly offbeat humor. He turned me on, plain and simple.

We talked for awhile and I began to notice he knew a lot about me and I knew nothing of him. Or so I thought anyway. He asked me if I had any idea who he was? That nagging little voice inside my head told me, Doug.

I had guessed right, but why would a long time friend change his identity and flirt with me? Because the attraction was always there and I chose to ignore it.

And now I was going to meet him for the first time since we met two years ago. My heart thumped loudly in my breast, I was overly excited and unsure how to approach this and him as well? I had never met anyone from online, this would be the first time.

He had given me directions to a hotel in the area and told me which room he would be staying in. It was all set up and all I had to do was show up. He promised to be a gentleman and behave himself if that was what I truly wanted from him.

So with all those things in mind, I pulled into the hotel parking lot and sat staring at the brick and glass building. It was now or never, I had come this far, I should go the rest of the way. 

Taking my things in with me, I didn’t stop at the main desk, I took the elevator instead. I could find the room and hopefully get over my nervousness by then. Standing in the elevator alone, my mind went over all the flirting, the barely contained lust that brewed between us for so long.

I couldn’t help myself, I reached down and ran a finger over the center seam of my shorts. I was throbbing and I knew also I was wet and more than ready. But when push came to shove, could I? I never asked myself the question of right or wrong, I just went to him when the opportunity presented its self to me. 

He was married, I was married as well. Forbidden thoughts, actions, even coming here was wrong in morality views. And yet, it did not stop me, I wanted him. I wanted this. The doors opened and I stepped out onto the third floor. Looking left and right, I sought out the room numbers. 

Glancing down at the card in my hand, I knew I needed to find three-oh-four. Turning I began walking, slowly and quietly as possible. The door was only a little ways down the hall, I was close. Could I do it? How could I not do it? No strings attached, just fulfilling the desires we both had for the other. The forbiddeness of this situation was enthralling and intoxicating me.

I reached up and knocked on the door, waiting with my breath held. Would he want me? Would I want him? Was this wrong of us? Could we live with it? All of these questions went through my mind and all the possible out comes as well.

The door opened and there he stood. Smiling, his eyes lit up with something between desire and happiness. We had seen each other many times on web cam, we knew what the other looked like in all states of dress and undress. I smiled and spoke, “Hi there Doug.” 

Instead of just saying hi to me, he bent down and hugged me to him. “I am glad you came, I was worried you wouldn’t.” His soft voice spoke in my ear as I let his presence seep into me. Calming, I felt safe surprisingly enough. I trusted Doug, I always have.

He stepped back and moved aside so I could enter the room. The silence a little unnerving but still I felt comfortable. Setting my suitcase down inside the door, I turned to face him. Flushed red from nervousness and the heightened sexual tensions, I didn’t know what to say at this point.

“Come on in and have a seat, I don’t bite Sarah.” He chuckled at my nervous behavior, I knew he would find it amusing. So self-assured me was actually nervous, an uncommon thing. I could tell by how he moved and glanced around, he was as nervous as I was. Neither of us had done this sort of thing before, but both couldn’t deny what we wanted.

I sat on the edge of the bed and he took a chair across from me. His eyes took me in from my head down to my toes, he smiled at me.

“How was your trip?” I smiled a little and felt some of the nervousness evaporate from my body.
“It was alright.” I did not know what else to say here, we were here for one reason and one reason only. To end the torment we both felt whenever we spoke.
“Come here.” He asked me quietly.
Standing, I stood before him, my eyes questioning him.
“Closer.” Was all he said.

I stepped closer to him until I was standing between his spread legs. My heart hammered louder in my breast, the ringing in my ears was making me light headed.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you know that, don’t you?”
I nodded my head, my eyes holding his.
“You trust me don’t you Sarah?”

Again I nodded my head, I did trust him. With all my secrets, with all of my woes and any other feeling I had ever had before.
“Relax for me, here. Come lay on the bed and relax.” He stood up, taking my hand in his and pulling me towards the bed. My eyes were wide, shining deep blue as I watched him. I bumped into the bed and giggled a little, I was acting so silly!

“Alright, lay on the bed huh?” I half joked, relaxing more and more.
Instead of lying down I stood face to face with him, our eyes searching each other’s faces. Reading each other’s eyes and trying to see our thoughts.

I heard him groan as he came closer to me, his face lowering down to mine. I gave an answering moan of my own as my hands reached for him and his for me. My hands rested against his upper arms as he reached around me and pulled me to him. Our lips met, fleetingly. Soft and tenderly he pressed his mouth to mine. Heat which could only be described as molten lava flowed through me and out every nerve ending in my body.

Gasping, this gave him the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue snaked into my mouth and wrestled with mine. My fingers clutching him, pulled him closer as he bent his head and began to make sweet love to my mouth.

So many things went through my body, passion, lust, and even trepidation. And so many things felt right. I was on fire, and he was the water I needed to douse it. No longer timid or afraid my hands tore at his clothes and he rid me of mine in record time. Both moaning and panting for air, the kiss seemed to never end.

He tore his lips from mine as his eyes ran down my bared body. The look in his eyes was enough, he wasn’t disappointed in what he saw. He ran his hands up and down my back, caressing and teasing with his fingertips. My eyes closed partially as I moaned it felt heavenly to be caressed this way. It had been so long since the last time I was touched like this. 

“Sit.” He pleaded with me, that tone of voice giving me goose bumps all over. Shaking a little, I nodded and sat down on the bed. And as I sat he moved to his knees before me.

“You always asked me to kneel for you, now I am going to do what I typed so many times.”

I felt the room lurch and spin before my eyes as they widened and stared at him. No protest came from my lips, I couldn’t form the words. His hands pressed against my stomach, forcing me backward on the bed. My legs hung over as I rested on my back, the flush creeping over me once again. He was staring at my shaven mound, I felt like covering up and also felt like pushing him into my wet pussy as well.

“My god! You are.. Stunning..” Whispered past his lips, his breath wafting across the heated wet folds. I trembled and gulped the nervous lump in my throat, all I could do was moan his name in response. He was torturing me and he hadn’t even touched me yet.

I felt his hands caress up and down both inner thighs, his heated body pressing against my knees as his fingers tightened and pulled. “Open for me?” He demanded more than asked this time. Butterflies went nuts in my stomach as I slowly pulled my legs apart for him.
“Place them over my shoulders Sarah.” I opened my eyes and looked down at him, his gaze on my face.

Lifting up, I braced my feet on the bed and spread myself even further for him. His moved forward, his lips coming down. I cried out as the first hot lap of his tongue went around my belly button. His strong fingers gripped my thighs and slid down to my ankles. Lifting my legs, I helped him place them over his shoulders, letting them rest on his back.

This was very different, not that I hadn’t had this done to me before, it’s just that no one other than my husband had seen me in years. Those thoughts forgotten, I arched a little as his lips traveled down my body.

“Yessssssss! D-don’t stop Doug!” I pleaded with him, the urgency slowly taking hold. I had been in a state of arousal for months now around him, always craving this moment. I wanted to cum all over his face, he promised me so many times he could make me cum again and again just on his face, I wanted to feel it for myself. I wanted to give him that cum bath he always said he wanted from me.

Lifting up, I pressed towards his mouth as his tongue slid along the crease of my thigh. First one side and then across my ass to the other, and up. I squirmed a little, wanting to get closer to his mouth and that wicked tongue of his. His hand across my abdomen held me in place, I couldn’t pull away nor push up. Biting my lower lip, I moaned again, his tongue was flicking here and there across my bare mound and over to my inner thigh. My body jerked with each flicker of his tongue, soliciting more cries and more juices from me. I heard his own moan of pleasure answering mine, the depth of his voice making me wetter. I always had a thing for a deep sexy voice, and Doug had one.

His tongue swirled and dipped, plunged and wiggled all around my pussy, thrusting as if it were a miniature cock. Whimpering, I thrust up into his face, seeking more of that. My inner walls pulsing with a life of their own, trying to contain and hold that pleasure he was giving me.

“Please! Fuck Doug!” I cried out, rotating my hips and grinding the wet folds of my pussy on his face and lips. He lapped and suckled, his tongue pressing on my clit before he would retreat and suckle the hood into his warm mouth. Sharp stabbing pricks of desire invaded my being all I wanted now was to cum. 

He knew what he was doing, he knew all my buttons, I had told him so many times all of my fantasies. His finger probed my pussy, barely thrusting In and out of me. My thighs tightened around his neck, gripping him tightly as I began to dance on his face.

“Ohhh God! Ooooooh fuck meeeee!” I cried out, loudly echoing off of the room walls. I began to buck, rock and grind harder up and down and side to side. I felt like I was on fire and that I would die before this was done. Everything was hot and tense, my hands reached out and one grabbed a hand full of his hair. Shoving him into my crotch, I thrust up and down harder. Riding his chin, his mouth and even his nose.

His hands tightened on my thighs, pressing them further apart as he chewed at my pussy like a mad man. His eyes watched my face as I writhed on his tongue, he pulled back, his thick fingertips going to my clit and furiously rubbing back and forth.

“CUM Sarah! Cum for me baby.. Give it to me! Fuck you are so hot!” He knew words effected me, I gasped out, “I’m trying!” Bucking like crazy I felt my ass heat up and my pussy clench tightly onto his thrusting fingertip still inside me.

“God I love your pussy, so sweet.. So fuckin’ hot!” I whimpered, tensing up to nearly sitting up on the bed. My shaking and thrusting becoming jerkish in movement, hardly able to thrust with the tensing of my pussy. I was cumming!

“OOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!!!! DOUG!” I cooed, my head thrashing side to side on the bed, “Oh god! Oh my gawwwwwwwwwwwd!” I bucked, hot spurts of pussy juice shooting out of my pussy and coating his chin, my thighs and saturating the bed under my ass. He moved back down, his mouth fastening on my hard tortured button and suckling as best as he could.

He had two fingers thrusting in and out of my pussy now, fucking me deeply as I rode out the waves. My legs tight around his back pulled and held him to me, I was floating high above the bed.

“Get up here!” I demanded my voice thick with lust. I wanted him, I wanted to feel him fucking me, banging me senseless until I couldn’t walk no more.

I dropped my twitching legs from around his neck and reached for him, he came up to me, my mouth hungrily taking his. I could taste the tangy saltiness of my pussy on his lips and tongue. 
Our lips fused, my tongue tangling with his in my mad rush for fulfillment.  I pulled back, panting raggedly, “Fuck me Doug, please? God, I need you inside me!”

His eyes were so dark with desire, he didn’t respond, just gripped my legs in his hands and shoved them apart. Grinding and rolling my hips, I purred like a bitch in heat.

“Yessssss! Give it to me!” 

He growled in answer and gripped his cock in his hand.

“You want it?” He questioned 

“YES!”

“How badly?”

“Badly! I want you NOW!”

“You got it!” He moved and shoved, ramming home in a single movement, filling me up with his thick hard cock. Spiraling up higher and higher, I cried out from the filling pleasure of his cock entering me. Clutching him to me, I kept on kissing him as he began to plummet in and out. 

Eyes locked to each other’s, he groaned out my name, his mouth falling to my neck to nibble as he rocked his hips up and down. Hands gripping into the flesh of his back, my walls tightened around his cock and tried to pull him in. 

He reared up, coming away from me, his hands gripping my hips and yanking me to the edge of the bed. His eyes watching his cock thrust, his thumb found my clit and began to rub. Clawing at the sheets, I tried to shove back into him, his touch tormenting me, making me come close to orgasming again.

The veins stood out on my forehead as I grunted in reaction. Harder and quicker he thrust madly in and out, taking me higher and higher. The steady slapping of our skin hitting, the rocking of the bed, the fact that this was so wrong, made it all feel so damned good. His balls steadily slapped against my ass, my thighs tightened as did my whole body. I was going to cum again!?

It had been so long since I knew this pleasure, I was beyond words now. Sweaty and breathing heavily, all I could do was utter moans of pleasure. He groaned out, his face turning serious as that far away look came into his eyes. He was going to cum from the tightness of my pussy around him. 

His movements became stiff and jerky as he gripped me tighter, his mouth came open and his cock erupted into my wet waiting passage. Crying out from the heat of his cum, I shattered as well.

“I’m Cummmmmminngggg!” he shouted, his sweaty body slamming harder and deeper into my own.

“Yessssssss!” I hissed out as I came. He collapsed on top of me, panting for air, his cock twitching inside my depths. My own walls spasming consistently with his movements, Both of us shocked by what had happened and yet pleased as well. The awkwardness was finally gone. We had broken through that barrier of uncertainty and moved onto what we both craved. 

Lust. Passion. Sex.

All of it and so much more, laying here neither of us wanted to move yet and deal with what happened. Or perhaps we still craved more? I know I did, I wanted to do so much more to him, with him, and for him. I had dreamt of this many times, and all those thoughts entered my mind while I lay there trying to collect my thoughts.

“Wow!” He managed to whisper.
“Mmmhmmm” I agreed wholeheartedly, I just could not form the words to say so. 
“I’ve been thinking of us for awhile now, it was more than I expected.” He grinned, looking into my eyes before kissing me softly. Contented, I smiled in return. I wanted this as well.

“It ain’t over yet, I just got started.” I began to adulate under him, grinding myself on his rapidly hardening cock. “Roll over for me Doug?” I asked.

He didn’t hesitate, he moved quickly to his back and lay with his hands behind his head, grinning like a Cheshire cat. I moved over him, taking his cock in my hand and stroking him up and down the entire length. Bending over him, I lapped the head of his cock, twirling my tongue around the mushroom shaped head and down the shaft. My mouth opening widely, as I gently suckled his shaved balls into my mouth.

I wanted to make him shiver with pleasure and cry out my name. Make him feel all the pleasures I felt from him giving to me. Flicking my tongue I let the warm saliva in my mouth wash over his balls, heating them. His balls shifted on their own inside my warm cavern, his cock lengthened even further. Stroking him, I moved back up and suckled the side of his cock. Moving my mouth up and down the side, my tongue tasting our mixed juices.

I felt my walls clamp down a little, craving this beautiful piece of meat, wanting it back inside me. I would wait for it though, for now I was content on sucking his cock dry of all cum. His hands came from behind his head, one began to stroke my back as I feasted on him. His eyes fell closed as his hips began to rock up and down. His velvety cock sliding in my gripping fist, my mouth moved over the head and surrounded him once more.

Slowly I worked him in and out of my mouth, sucking harder as I pulled off of him. Laving him generously with my tongue as I moved down. I wanted to try for the first time ever, deep throating him. I hadn’t ever been able to do it before, but I was going to try with him. Inhaling deeply I let it out slowly and opened as wide as possible. The head butted against the back of my throat, making me gag a little at first, but with his thrusting hips aiding me I felt the head pop into my throat. It was different but somehow very hot and sexy! I was doing it! I was deep throating most of his cock. 

I wanted it all, his entire shaft in there, I began to move up and down. Little by little getting used to it, further and further I sank on him until my nose was buried against his groin. Smoothly shaved all over the area, there was no hair to tickle my nose. Groaning in pleasure, the vibrations of the sound making him gasp and thrust hard against me.

I heard him moan, “My god! Sarah!”

His hands found their way into my hair and he began to fuck my face vigorously. Nipples hard and pussy swollen with excitement, I went to down. Sucking and swallowing every drop of juice I got. My hand stroked with my mouth, his cock totally encased in my grip. Nothing was more erotic than the feel of his cock throbbing in my mouth, the head growing to an enormous size as he thrust in and out.

“OH FUCK!” His breathing and words began to sound hissed, I couldn’t smile but I wanted to.

Pulling off I jerked his cock off and hurriedly whispered, “Cum for me baby!”

My mouth went back over the head and began to move quicker and stronger. My cheeks concaved in as I sucked his girth.

“Oh shit! I’m going to cum in your mouth Sarah! S-stop!” he knew I didn’t like to swallow, he was respecting my wishes, but I was going for broke here. I wanted it, no! I needed it! I ignored his words, he forgot his complaint and gripped my head tightly in his hands. I kept my mouth open and my throat relaxed, suckling as he jabbed up and down in my mouth. 




Forbidden Fruit



Note: This story involves girl on girl sex with a bit of domination. All characters are over 18.

*****

"It's just going to be a friendly wrestling match for quick money."

That's what Ellie told me, and who was I to doubt her words? One evening of messing around with another woman on camera would get her a reasonable cut of the money made through digital purchases, and I knew enough about the market for niche videos that we'd be looking at a nice bonus for next year's holidays, at the least. Ellie wasn't a very active person, sexually, so it wasn't hard to believe that she thought of it as nothing more than easy money. Besides, if things got too intimate for my liking I could always step in.

The gate and garage doors opened just as we arrived, revealing a bright red Ferrari and a sporty looking Mercedes SUV, some indicator that the niche video business went well enough for this woman and I couldn't help but be a bit envious. While the apartment we shared was hardly small, this woman's villa had an amazing view over the city and the garden alone was twice the size of our entire place. Ellie grabbed her bag from the trunk and smiled at me as we walked towards the entrance, her hand resting reassuringly on my arm. I returned her smile and brushed her wavy blonde hair aside to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

As the door swung open we were presented with, quite frankly, perfection. I knew Ellie had already seen her before, but I was speechless. While I certainly had no problem with what was about to happen, I had subconsciously assumed she would be just an average woman; our host was anything but. Ellie's opponent was at least five inches taller, stiletto heels aside, and her body was the obvious result of rigorous exercise, toned but still very feminine with wide hips and a narrow waist.

Her firm, but not overly large breasts were on proud display beneath the thin silk of a long black dress, the kind with which you wear no bra. The deep cleavage, revealing skin all the way down to just above the navel, and wide slits in the side of the dress that showed off her luscious legs, accentuated her magnificent body. found myself looking up and down her exposed leg to confirm she wore no panties either. She had a flawless skin and there were no tanlines whatsoever; she knew how to look good and put in the time and effort for it. It took me a moment to snap back to attention, only to realize she had extended her hand in greeting.

"How nice to meet you. You must be Leah, yes?" Her French accent was barely noticeable. "I'm Natalie."

I blushed and shook her hand, smiling shyly as she winked at me. Her eyes were steel grey which, along with her sharp nose, gave her a stern look. A small amount of eyeshadow strengthened her dominant visage without diminishing her natural beauty. Long, jet black hair flowed freely over her shoulders, long strands coming to rest between her breasts, where a heart-shaped necklace beckoned your gaze. If it wasn't for the bright smile on her face I would've been intimidated by her self assured, elegant-yet-naughty appearance, but she seemed surprisingly friendly and welcoming.

Natalie noticed my gaze wandering yet again and coughed softly to snap me out of it, stepping aside to let us inside. As I passed her she puckered her lips to blow me a kiss and I blushed fiercely, eyes cast to the ground. The sensible part of me told me she was just being a tease, what with the imminent wrestling match between her and my girlfriend and all, but I couldn't help feel a bit uneasy.

The long legged beauty guided us to the living room where some of the furniture had already been moved aside, making place for a large mat surrounded by several cameras. She motioned for us to sit down and strutted over towards the kitchen, the contrasting white heels of her otherwise black stilettos clicking loudly on the floor. She swung around like a model on the catwalk when she reached the hallway, facing us.

"Drinks?"

I wanted to decline, feeling that we should just get down to business but Ellie beat me to it and asked her if she had any red wine. With a sigh, my gaze wandered around the room. I noticed that beside the several video cameras being set up around the mat, there was a handheld one on top of the dresser. I turned to Ellie and silently formed the word "cameraman", wondering just how Natalie was planning to film the match. Ellie shrugged and grabbed hold of my hands, squeezing them lovingly as she smiled comfortingly. It'll be all right.

Natalie returned with three glasses of dark red wine, generously filled to say the least, and raised hers in a toast.

"To the expensive desires of strange men, and women," she giggled, emphasising the word women as she winked at me.

I smiled uncertainly and raised my glass before taking a sip. It was a fine wine, as expected. Ellie commented on this, always being the one to speak her mind, while I kept my thoughts to myself. Natalie sat down on the couch opposite of ours, crossing her legs and leaning comfortably to the side.

She came across as so relaxed, like we were just friends visiting. I reasoned that she must've gotten used to this; inviting people over to film a mildly erotic video like it's nothing. Yet something about it all made me feel strange. I told myself the idea of Ellie wrestling with another woman didn't matter, but sitting her in the presence of such a confident, beautiful woman made me have second thoughts. What if Ellie ended up falling for her? I never doubted our relationship but there was no denying that Natalie was the superior woman in this room. Many men and women alike would eagerly flock her on a whim. I wasn't left to wander on these thoughts when Natalie called out to me and I immediately felt confronted, as if she had read my mind. Instead, she apologized.

"I'm sorry to have to ask you this, Leah." Her voice was soft, as if ridden by regret. "My girl, Felicity, called in sick just an hour ago. Would you mind?"

I looked up at her, uncertain of her question, then noticed she was gesturing towards the handheld camera.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, realizing what she meant. I looked at Ellie, who gave me a shrug. Why not? "Well, I, uh," I stammered. "S-sure, I can do that. I just, I don't know...I haven't really filmed professionally before." Natalie let out a giggle as she sat down her glass.

"Don't worry, pet, our customers just want to see the action, they don't expect Oscar-winning quality."

I blushed at the way she called me pet, finding it an unusually erotic way to speak to me, a stranger, but didn't linger on it. Natalie beckoned me to come over to her couch and picked up the camera from the table.

"It's real simple." Natalie tapped the screen and pointed the camera at Ellie, who adorably waved at the lens. "Just hit this record button and point it at us while we're rolling about, and that's that! I've put up three cameras, so try to capture us from different angles. Up close, shots of our faces, yes?"

I nodded and took the camera from her, my fingers brushing against hers for the slightest of moments. It sent a shiver down my spine and I immediately pulled away, but she gave it no thought. After playing around with the camera for a while, zooming in on Ellie's cute face and such, I turned it off and Natalie handed me my glass of wine.

"So, how long have you two been together?" She shifted to better face me.

With her adjusted position it was almost as if she wanted to exclude my girlfriend from the conversation entirely but Ellie didn't seem bothered by it. Ellie must've sensed my slight unease, knowing my body language all too well, and had likely decided to let me get more comfortable with Natalie.

"Uhm, two years," I answered, having to focus on my thoughts rather than the close proximity of this alluring woman. What was it about her that made me act like a child witnessing their first sexual feelings? I yelled at myself to keep it together; she was just being polite, don't ruin it. "We met at a bar. So cliché, right? I was with a group of girl friends, I mean, you know, friends who are girls, and I was singing karaoke when suddenly Ellie comes out of nowhere and tells me I have the voice of an angel."

Ellie may not be the kind of girl to experiment in bed, she was most definitely an assertive young woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it; by being bold. My thoughts trailed back to that day as I told Natalie about our first meeting, still fond of the memory. Natalie tilted her head and returned the smile, urging me to continue.

"So she offered me a drink, and we got talking. Things went pretty quick from there," I continued dreamily, vividly remembering our first night together.

"She ate me out before I even told her my name," Ellie laughed.

"Ellie!" I yelled in shame, my cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Natalie just chuckled seductively and winked at Ellie before returning her gaze upon me.

"Really? You seem like such a," she paused, looking for the right words. "Proper girl."

"It wasn't like that! I mean, it's not what you think," I mumbled, trying to save face. Natalie interrupted me by touching my arm gently and leaning closer.

"Don't worry, pet, I'm not calling you a slut," she cooed. Hearing her say the word slut made my pussy tingle, even if she explicitly told me I wasn't one. She was doing the exact opposite of soothing me. Before I had the chance to reassert myself, especially with my girlfriend sitting across the table from us, Natalie moved back. "Really, it's okay. I know how it is, meeting someone and instantly knowing you're meant for each other." With that, she set her now empty glass down and got up. "Shall we get ready?"

Ellie nodded and got up as well, grabbing her bag and walking towards the hallway with Natalie, who daringly ran her hand down my girlfriend's back as I watched. I should've said something about it but didn't, wondering instead if she did it for Ellie, or for me. I saw her point at one of the doors on the right, saying something to Ellie before going up the stairs, her exotic hips swaying as she disappeared out of view.

Throwing myself back on the couch I took a long, deep breath. Up until ten minutes ago I was entirely comfortable with Ellie's plan, but I never expected to end up getting aroused just by being near another woman. It was as if she had cast a spell on me. I told myself to get my mind together; I was here to support my girlfriend, not act like an enchanted teenager who just met her idol.

I grabbed the camera, tapping the touchscreen to bring up the menu. I was immediately confronted with a grid of thumbnails showing the previously recorded movies. Swiping up, I estimated there were two dozen videos on this thing, with dates going back four months. Not a bad business, I thought to myself.

My eye caught on the thumbnails of one of the earlier videos, showing a young woman on hands and knees in front of Natalie, face inches away from her feet while Natalie stood arrogantly with her arms cocked. I gulped. This didn't seem like a friendly match between friends, it was downright humiliating! Yet part of me couldn't help but become intrigued by the image. Natalie seemed so naturally in control that it was hard to argue against it. I pictured Ellie in the defeated girl's position and bit my lower lip.

The loud bang of a closing door startled me and I looked up towards the hallway. Ellie, my adorable girlfriend, did a little dance showing off her bikini-clad body and blew me a kiss.

"What do you think?"

I smiled broadly at her, answering her question without a need for words. She hopped over to me and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek and nibbling my ear real quick. My hands roamed her body, trailing my fingernails over her soft skin and gently tugging at the straps of her blue bikini. It was small enough to no doubt be appealing to the viewers of the upcoming video without looking too slutty.

The bottom was nothing more than a thong, Ellie hardly wore anything else, but three glimmering studs on the waistband gave it a more luxurious appeal. The long straps were tied into playful looking bows at the side, with several more studs at the end of each strap. The top matched the design of the thong, with similar studs at the end of the straps resting on her back as well as another row on the strap between her B cups.

Ellie broke the hug and gave me a quick kiss firmly on the lips before thanking me, again, for being here with her. Just as I wanted to tell her about the videos, I heard another door slam shut from the first floor. We both turned to face the stairs, where the clicking of heels announced Natalie's approach.

Once again she managed to impress, not only with her outfit but by her confidence as well; there was no doubt in her mind that she looked exquisite. Her bottoms were striped black and white, like a zebra, the sides tied together like Ellie's. It appeared to be a full back bikini bottom, making Ellie's thong look all the more enticing.

Natalie's top, however, was more alluring than my girlfriend's. Natalie's bountiful breasts, significantly larger than Ellie's, were propped up by the black bra and the straps crossing over in front of her collarbone, rather than going over her shoulders, gave the impression that they were about to spill out of their confines. The cross straps gave the bikini top an exotic appearance, completed by the small row of fabric at the top of the bra, striped like her bottoms but partially see-through and tied in a decorative bow, pointing down towards her bellybutton.

For added flair, she strutted down the stairs holding a small black sarong or wrap with a white pattern over the sides. It was, certainly, a bikini made for show rather than swimming.

Natalie had changed her hair into a half ponytail updo, her hair voluminous enough to still let enough of it flow freely down her back, and had added large hoop earrings to her attire. It seemed unusual for a wrestling match but she obviously intended to look pretty over practical. I wondered just how little opposition she expected from my girlfriend. Once more Natalie smiled broadly at me as she displayed her outfit, wrapping the sarong into a skirt while strutting towards me.

"Your girlfriend looks pretty." Her tone was overly exotic.

I didn't reply; I wasn't sure how to. I stepped back to put some space between us and picked up the camera. Ellie stepped on the mat, trying to look ready but we all knew she was outmatched. Unlike Natalie, my girlfriend did the bare minimum to stay in shape. She was naturally skinny but didn't work out all that much, feeling happy with the way she looked.

Natalie joined her on the mat, kicking her heels off and started circling Ellie, eyeing her up and down like a hunter judging their prey. I tapped the screen of the camera and started filming both girls from their feet up to their faces, introducing them to the viewer. They both playfully blew a kiss towards the camera, though I wasn't sure Natalie's was intended exclusively for the audience.

After taking a good shot of both of them, I stepped back and started the countdown.

"Three, two, one; Fight!"

In an instant, both Natalie and Ellie lunged at each other but it was immediately obvious my girlfriend was at a major disadvantage. Not only was Natalie taller, she had also done this before and worked out plenty for a beautiful, fit body. Despite this, Ellie made the first move and managed to grab both of Natalie's wrists but she was unable to throw her opponent down onto the mat, simply lacking the strength to break Natalie's balance.

Natalie let her struggle for a moment before turning the tables in a blink of an eye, twisting her wrists to break Ellie's grip and simultaneously stepping forward until their bodies pressed together. Before Ellie had the chance to react Natalie moved her arms around her smaller foe in a tight hug and shifted to the side, effortlessly throwing my girlfriend down to the mat, her sarong falling free as they slammed to the ground.

Ellie gasped loudly as she landed on the mat with a heavy thump and was unable to prevent Natalie from surging forward. In a split second, Natalie had moved forward to straddle my girlfriend's chest, strong legs pinning her shoulders down with ease.

And that, to my surprise, was all the resistance my girlfriend managed to give to Natalie. Ellie barely even managed to budge her, hands aimlessly flailing around until they were grabbed by Natalie and held tight against her sides. I shouted at her to fight but Ellie just lied there under Natalie's perfect body, legs swinging from side to side. Natalie remained perfectly in balance on top of her, requiring little effort to pin the smaller girl beneath her.

"Come on, at least try and put up a fight," Natalie moaned, letting go of Ellie's wrists so she could rest her hands on her thighs. Ellie groaned, putting all her effort into one final attempt to throw the stronger Natalie off; she placed her feet square on the mat, cupped Natalie's butt with both hands and pushed with all her might. To no avail.

"This is pathetic," Natalie sighed, looking up at me with a bored look on her face. She kept looking at me indifferently while sitting on Ellie's chest, her arms crossed beneath her alluring bikini top. "Perhaps you can do better?"

I smiled vaguely at that question, taking it as a taunt towards Ellie but then she suddenly got up and walked over towards me, ignoring my already exhausted girlfriend. Was Natalie seriously expecting me to fight her? Speechless, I looked down at Ellie, still lying flat on her back on the mat, obviously no match for Natalie.

It did make sense, somewhat. In terms of physique I was more of a match for Natalie than my girlfriend was. But starring in a mildly erotic video? I always thought I was too shy for such things, but standing here it didn't seem like such a bad idea. People could recognize me, sure, but then they'd expose their niche porn preferences. Natalie noticed my reluctance and gently ran her hand down my arm.

"Well, pet?" Her voice sounding dangerously alluring but at the same time she made me feel at ease. I took a deep breath and narrowed my eyes.

"Okay, you're on," I said, trying to sound sure of myself. "But I'm not your pet!"

Natalie giggled as she spun around, walking back onto the mat, throwing her head over her shoulder to wink at me.

"You will be, once I win," she cooed. "And you'll like it."

I gulped. Ever since I walked inside this house Natalie had played with me, teasing me with winks and her seductive comments. I could no longer deny that this was all having an effect on me, but I kept telling myself this was just business. She clearly knew how to entice and that was, after all, the entire point of the video. I just didn't want my girlfriend to get the wrong impression. Ellie, meanwhile, had gotten up and now stood next to me, hugging me as I handed her the camera.

"Sorry, babe," she apologized. "You know she's way too tough for me, but are you sure you want to do this? I'd understand if you rather want to leave..."

I shook my head; I wasn't going to disappoint her. We had talked about what we were going to do with the money and I wasn't planning on backing out now. It's not like Natalie was going to hurt me or anything.

"Just strip to your underwear," Natalie commanded, sounding different than before. More in charge. I was getting a bad feeling about it but then she gave me that friendly smile again. Just playing her role, I reassured myself.

Ellie helped me get out of my jeans, giving me a quick naughty kiss on my bum as she kneeled down. Natalie's actions had done a number on me and I was suddenly very aware of being stripped down to my panties. Panties which, I was ashamed to realize, were becoming somewhat damp. Luckily neither of them noticed and before I knew it Ellie had ditched my top as well, revealing the generous C34 breasts I was so proud of.




Forbidden Fruit



"Cute bra!" Natalie giggled, commenting on the lacy red-and-white set I wore. "And nice tits, pet."

Before I could respond Natalie motioned Ellie to step aside and start filming, immediately charging me, not even waiting for a countdown. She leaped at me but I clumsily caught her, my hands on her sides as I tumbled down onto the mat with her on top of me. I felt the air rush out of my lungs as I hit the mat and before I could recover Natalie had thrown my arms down and slid forward, straddling my neck.

It happened so fast and, just like Ellie before me, I found myself beneath Natalie's beautiful body mere seconds into the fight. Instinctively I tried to nudge her off, swaying from side to side in an attempt to unbalance her but I swiftly learned how futile it was.. Natalie rested her hands on her sides arrogantly, proving to both me and the viewers that she could pin me down with just her legs. I struggled, kicking my legs, but at the very best I managed to move her just a few inches before she redirected her weight to the other side and reaffirm her hold over me.

My face was propped snugly between the strong thighs of an extremely beautiful woman, who was looking down at me sternly, not intent on giving me an easy way out. I relented for a moment so I could regain my strength for another attempt but was too late to realize my mistake. Natalie took the pause in my struggling to her advantage, taking my hands in her own and sliding further forward.

Before I could react Natalie sat down firmly on my face, the soft fabric of her bikini pressing over my mouth and nose. Alarmed by the sudden pressure on my face I renewed my efforts and threw my entire body from side to side; the only result I was a brief opportunity to breathe which I wasted by yelling at Natalie to get off. I couldn't keep up for long and after half a minute of pitiful defiance I backed down, forcing myself not to struggle against the lack of oxygen and the increasing warmth on my face. 

Vaguely remembering something about wrestlers tapping out, I slapped Natalie's thighs gently. Fortunately, she got the message, but unfortunately she decided not to let me up completely. She slid back so she sat on my neck once more, letting me breathe and letting her weight keep me down without straining herself. After a few breaths, just as I wanted to admit my defeat, she nudged forward and covered my mouth and nose with her sexy bikini again.

It was then, finally, that my adrenaline made way for something else. Something stirring inside my nether regions. Ever since we got here I had been in an increasing state of arousal and now I realized I found myself with Natalie's bikini-clad pussy in my face. I swallowed as I started noticing the highly intimate nature of it all. My nose was practically pressed against her clit and our lips touched, separated only by the thin nylon of her bikini. The shame and guilt of finding myself turned on by all this, with my girlfriend just a few feet away, kept me from giving in to my desire altogether. If barely.

I snapped out of it for a moment as Natalie lifted up, allowing me a few breaths before settling down once more. Fighting the urge to simply give in and lap at her pussy, I remembered we were being filmed by my girlfriend and did my best to put up a fight. I caught Natalie by surprise and managed to tip her over. She lost her balance and before she could sit back down I slid from under her and rolled away. Ellie cheered at me, stepping closer to get a good shot of my reddened face.

Natalie gave me no time to adjust and dove back at me, holding me face down on the mat as she twisted and turned above me until she was lying on top of me, facing towards my legs.

Her toned belly pressed my face down onto the mat, something Ellie was quick to focus on with the camera. Having no good hold over me like this she attempted to grab my hands and place them on my back. She almost succeeded but as she struggled to twist my arms I broke free with my right hand, immediately using it to brace myself against the mat and turn around so I could better push her off. Unfortunately she anticipated this and let go of my other hand, waiting until I lied on my back and then immediately grabbed both my arms. She proved she was the stronger wrestler yet again by pinning both my arms firmly to the mat.

In the blink of an eye I found myself smothered beneath her bikini bottoms once more, this time with her firm butt pressing over my nose and covering my eyes. Thankfully, this position at least allowed me to breathe slightly, but the mere fact of lying beneath her amazing ass was effectively draining my will to resist. I tested my chances of breaking free but came to the conclusion that it was hopeless to waste my energy trying to throw her off.

Natalie felt resistance fading and playfully wiggled her ass over my face, securing her dominance over me in front of the camera. It made my pussy tingle and I had to scream at myself to keep my tongue from darting out and lapping at her covered lips. She let my arms go and leaned back, pressing her ass more firmly over my face.

I remained still, wanting to savor the strange comfort of having Natalie's ass snugly on my face, telling myself to count to ten before tapping out again. My legs swayed left to right as I fought the urge to slip my hand down my panties, knowing full well I couldn't do that right now but finding it increasingly hard to resist. Natalie took the opportunity to reaffirm her hold over me. She grabbed me by the base of my hair with one hand, lifting her ass up without letting my face slip free, and tucked her feet under my head before lowering down. My head was now caught securely between her soles, my face held snugly against her bottom. There'd be no escape from this no matter how hard I tried.

I cursed myself for giving Natalie the advantage just so I could enjoy the feeling of her ass on my face for a few seconds more. Still wanting to keep up appearances for Ellie, I renewed my efforts to turn the tables. In one swift motion I threw my legs up, crossed them under her arms and pulled back down, catching her off guard and throwing her forward and off of my face. Ellie laughed and encouraged me as I flipped over so I was now lying on top of Natalie. With my lack of experience I had no followup to this small victory and merely lied on top of her, pressing my crotch down on her chest and wrapping my arms around her legs in an attempt to pin her down.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Ellie shouted as she filmed our awkward position. "Go sit on her face already!"

Ellie's suggestion caught me by surprise. Did she not see just how incredibly sexual that was?

Natalie may not have thought so when she smothered me, but I was getting hotter by the second just thinking about it. My wandering thoughts gave Natalie the time she needed to regain the advantage and escaped my feeble grip with ease, sliding out from under me.

We both got on our knees but it was apparent that Natalie was nowhere near as exhausted as I was. I stumbled towards her in an attempt to grab hold of her but she rose to her feet at the last second. I was now on my knees in front of her, instantly reminding me of the video thumbnail I saw earlier, and looked up to see her smile confidently at me.

"Ready to submit to me, pet?" She joked, but there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.

I wanted to scream yes, to throw myself at her and eat her out while she rode my face but I knew I couldn't. I shook my head in playful defiance, barely able to stand, let alone give her a run for her money but I had a feeling the potential buyers wanted more than five minutes of video. With some effort I got up but as soon as I had done so she grabbed my head and pulled me firmly into her cleavage. I moaned in surprise, muffled by her flesh, as she held me tight to her chest and let herself fall backwards onto the mat. Much to my surprise I could taste the sweat of her breasts on my lips but was left disappointed as she flipped us over and moved to straddle my chest once more.

The sight of this beautiful woman rising up above me was becoming all too common, and my stamina was too depleted for me to resist. Like before, she rested her hands on her sides and arrogantly cocked her head, clicking her tongue as she observed me.

"You should've chosen to submit, pet."

I no longer tried to resist when she shot forward, her fingers running through my hair to hold my head still. Her bikini-clad pussy slid forward until her mound pressed against my mouth and nose, her hands keeping me firmly in place. Breathing became impossible as she closed her thighs around my face, smothering me in warm darkness.

I was pleasantly surprised to find a very familiar smell assault my nostrils; the unmistakable smell of arousal. I smiled to myself as I wiggled my nose around just slightly, parting her lips through the nylon of her bikini, immediately strengthening the smell of her pussy. Even with her thighs covering my ears I could hear a moan escape her lips and I wondered what Ellie was thinking right now. Surely, now she understood that this wasn't just a wrestling match anymore. The tiniest part of me felt bad about giving in to this forbidden fruit but I comforted myself in the wicked reasoning that Ellie had allowed this to happen.

Natalie, perhaps in an attempt to keep things professional, lifted herself from my face and rested her bikini-clad pussy on my chin. I took a few deep breaths but already missed the strong scent emanating from her pussy. I wanted to tell her to sit back on my face but resisted the burning desire. Playing along, I put up a false attempt at struggling, pressing my hands firmly against her bum to move her off. Natalie ignored my hands on her ass and just sat there for a while, smiling down at me, proving her dominance over me.

As long as there was still a chance of having her sit on my face, I refused to tap out but Natalie choose to give the remainder of the video a different twist, not quite done securing her power over me. She shuffled up until she smothered me again but this time leaned forward and grabbed the sarong of her bikini, which had fallen off earlier. She winked at me playfully before wrapping the sarong around her waist and letting it drape over my face.

The fragrance of her alluring pussy was becoming stronger and I knew it wasn't all for show anymore. The added eroticism of having my face caught between her strong thighs, bikini resting on my face and the entombing darkness of the sarong made me squirm in pleasure, hopefully giving Ellie the idea I was still in the fight.

With the sarong keeping me out of view, Natalie lifted up just enough so I could breathe with some effort but kept me firmly in place so it would look like I was being smothered. The air was heavy with her scent, making my head spin and my heart skipped a beat as a naughty idea came to mind. The nice, loyal part of me argued against it for a moment but my tongue darted out of my mouth with a mind of its own and lapped at Natalie's bikini panties. Natalie gasped but immediately covered it up with a giggle, but I was afraid Ellie had noticed. If she had, however, she didn't react, and Natalie didn't move away; neither urging me on nor scolding me.

I remained still for a few seconds more, the only movement being my hands which clenched into fists, resisting the almost overpowering urge to slip a few fingers into my wet pussy. Carefully, I stuck my tongue out again and drew it gently along Natalie's slit and felt delighted when she pressed forward in response. I heard the footsteps of Ellie circle around us but continued to run my tongue up and down over Natalie's folds, her renewed moans now impossible for my girlfriend not to notice.

Natalie herself became more daring; I vaguely saw a finger come into the darkness of my confines and a moment later I felt the overwhelming scent of her pussy wash over me, shattering the last of my dignity as I eagerly stuck out my tongue and made contact with the warm, wet folds of her treasure. The taste of her juices was incredible, much better than Ellie's or my own and I immediately became addicted to it. Wasting no more time, I pressed my lips against hers in a perverted french kiss and speared my tongue inside her, feeling her slick walls contract around me. Natalie's juices seeped over my tongue and I had to retreat to savor the strong taste of her, swallowing it eagerly before continuing my kiss. Her fingers brushed through my hair and gently but surely kept me in place, moving me up and down ever so slightly to direct my tongue where she desired it.

I was no longer able to resist my urges and slipped both hands into my own panties, my drenched pussy welcoming three fingers as I aggressively rubbed my clit with my other hand. Natalie moaned loudly on top of me as she witnessed my surrender, her legs trembled against my face. I curled my tongue up inside her tunnel, reaching as deep as I could to lap up her nectar, swirling it around in my mouth before greedily gulping it down.

My mind vaguely registered the sound of footsteps rushing out of the room but I was too enraptured by Natalie to care. My fingers moved on their own, rapidly pistoning in and out of me and playing with my sensitive clit. Natalie's moans were getting short and ragged and I felt her legs press painfully tight against me. She was about to come, and I wanted it to be the best orgasm she had in ages. I arched forward, withdrew my tongue from her tunnel and lapped just around her clitty, teasing her but not quite giving her what she needed.

Her forceful grip on my face turned into uncontrollable trembles and her silence heralded her coming storm, no longer able to hold back. I rapidly flicked my tongue over her clit and sent her over the edge. She firmly pushed me down and covered my lips with hers. With her pussy sealed over my mouth I could do nothing but swallow eagerly as her juices gushed right into the back of my throat.

As I tasted her orgasm, my own arrived stronger than I had ever witnessed. My walls clenched around my fingers and my entire body shook uncontrollably, my juices coating my panties, thighs and the mat below. With every splash of her delectable juices in my mouth my entire body convulsed in orgasmic throes, my climax in tune with that of the gorgeous woman on top of me. It took a good half minute for both our orgasms to die down and I almost passed out from the lust-laden, oxygen deprived air under her sarong skirt.

When Natalie finally did move, it was only to turn 180 degrees, settling herself on top me like she did before. One of the ties of her bikini slipped free when she turned around, the bottoms now barely covering her pussy. Natalie, now facing down my body, leaned back so the full weight of her body was resting on my face, pinning me down securely. Her firm ass and the sarong skirt still kept me entirely in the dark and the heavy scent of her continued to keep me dazed and on the brink of passing out. I remained still beneath her, forcing myself to breath slowly through my mouth as my nose was practically pinched between her soft orbs.

After settling herself on me she shifted forward to take my hands out of my panties and raised them up to her face. I squeezed my legs together when I felt her lick my fingers clean, instantly renewing my barely dissipated heat. While Natalie was licking my fingers she swiftly reached down and tugged the bikini bottoms aside, allowing me another chance to worship her. Eagerly I returned to my task, licking all around her glistening labia before teasing her with my tongue. Breathing was more difficult in the position I was in, my nose constantly caught between the hot globes of her ass, but I didn't let that stop me. With short pauses to breathe I licked up and down her slit, enjoying the prominent taste of her arousal.

Natalie intertwined her fingers with mine and dove forward, the slight change in position allowing me to better breathe while I serviced her. She violently tore my panties down and breathed her warm breath over my cunny, sending me right back to the edge of another powerful orgasm. It was hard to concentrate with her teasing me so, my pussy yearning for her tongue inside me. I decided to give her what I craved myself, praying she would return the favor. I wiggled my tongue between her folds and squirming it around inside her, pulling out when she refused to give in to my needs; Instead, she drew away from my pussy entirely.

"You think you're in a position to bargain?" Natalie was panting, the prolonged attention on her pussy impossible to ignore, but she remained in control. Sitting back up she parted her cheeks and wiggled around until my nose was caught well within her ass and her mound covered my mouth. I was immediately aware of my error, realizing she could smother me until I gave in. "You don't need to be conscious for me to enjoy you."

Not wanting to test her resolve I gave in to her demands, slowly spearing my tongue inside her. She danced around on top of me, rocking gently from side to side, back and forth, using my face as a toy. With her fingers still entwined with mine I couldn't give my own pussy the attention it so desperately needed, but I focused on bringing Natalie to another high in the hopes she would allow me my release. She let go of my right hand, which immediately shot to my needy clitty, rubbing it like a genie's bottle, bringing me closer and closer to another climax. She noticed my signs of imminent climax and swiftly took hold of my hand again, forcing it to rest on my belly.

"Don't come yet."

I tried to protest but my moans were muffled by her slick cunt sealed over my lips. Natalie demanded my undivided attention and I dared not disappoint her. I was on the brink of succumbing to another mighty orgasm, my legs swinging around in desperation, but she held my hands strong. I withdrew my tongue and struggled to adjust my position, allowing me to focus on her clit, swirling ever so gently around it before flicking once, twice over her button. Her body trembled and she pressed down on me painfully and leaned forward, giving me a better angle at her clitty. I formed my lips around her clit and sucked on it, breaking the kiss with a wet smack before repeating it again, and again. She moaned loudly, a sound I knew I would forever cherish, and her body started shaking as she reached a second climax by my tongue.

"Come for me, pet," She groaned, just before she thrust her index finger deep inside me and rubbed my clit almost painfully with her thumb. My vision went dark as she sent me over the edge, my pussy clamping down on her digit, while she rode out her own orgasm on my face, her thighs holding me in a tight embrace and her fingers playing mercilessly with my clit. I blacked out, her lustful moans slowly fading away.

*** 

When I awoke it was with a feeling of guilt and regret. I looked around in panic, not seeing my beloved Ellie in the room. Natalie, too, was nowhere to be seen so I quickly rose to my feet, sliding my panties back on and grabbing my clothes. I called out to Ellie, but it was Natalie who responded.

"Awake again, pet? I'll be down in a minute!"

I ran out of the house, clothes and shoes in hand, not wanting to confront Natalie right now. What happened was a mistake...a very hot, mind shattering orgasm inducing mistake. I shook my head and got into my car, threw my clothes onto the passenger seat and drove off with screeching tires. With trembling fingers I grabbed my phone and speed-dialed Ellie, the cute face of my beautiful girlfriend looking at me as the phone rang, and rang, and rang. She wasn't answering and I couldn't blame her. She invited me to support her in what should've been a playful catfight for easy money and instead I ended up jilling myself until I came while eagerly licking a girl I had just met - while she watched. With a sigh I dropped the phone and drove home, putting on my clothes as I swayed over the road.




Forbidden Fruit



By the time I reached our apartment darkness had fallen and I saw the lights were on in the bedroom. I took a long, deep breath before entering our home, trying to think of things to say.

But what could I say? Hey beautiful, I'm sorry, I got so distracted by the taste of Natalie's amazing cunny that I forgot you even existed? Most of the time when we fought, and I'm happy to say that's very rarely, Ellie would end up being the smart one and convince me to calm down and talk. I just hoped she'd be ready to listen this time. I gently closed the door behind me, not sure I was quite ready to confront Ellie, but squeaked when the lights suddenly came on.

"Ellie!" I yelled, turning to face my hopefully still girlfriend. The look on her face caught me off guard; it wasn't a look of anger, disappointment or even sadness. She looked happy, yet it only made me feel worse about what happened. I tried to stammer an apology but before I could speak a coherent word she rushed at me and hugged me tight, whispering into my ear that everything was okay. I firmly grabbed her arms and broke the hug, looking her in the eye while I had to fight back a tear forming in mine. She just smiled at me.

"It's okay, my love," she said, her voice as soothing as ever.

Ellie guided me to the couch, where she sat me down and straddled on my lap, legs on either side of me. She gently ran her fingers through my hair and, smiling ever so softly, moved in to kiss me lovingly. As her tongue parted my lips I couldn't help but think how much of a turn on it was that Ellie could probably taste Natalie on my lips. My hips bucked slightly at the thought of it. Damn it, girl, have some decency!

We cuddled and made out on the couch for half an hour before moving to the bedroom. She fell asleep as I lied between her legs, her hand still resting gently on the back of my head, leaving me aroused and unattended without even having reached an orgasm herself. The truth of the matter was, Ellie wasn't really that much of an active sex partner and I couldn't help but fear that she'd think today's actions were her fault. Despite my needs, I loved her unconditionally and I wanted her to be with me forever. I sighed, knowing I should've told her that, and drifted into restless dreams.

***

The next morning I awoke in empty bed. I called out to Ellie, hoping she hadn't left for work just yet, but there was no response. I wanted to talk to her, seriously, still not being sure she had forgiven me about yesterday. Hopefully a good night's rest hadn't changed her mind for the worse; she had been pretty indifferent about it last night. I just wasn't ready to lose her.

I took a quick shower, failing to play my clitty to orgasm as my thoughts kept wandering to Natalie, only to immediately be replaced by a strong sense of guilt.

With a day off and no intention of going out today I skipped getting ready, applying just a small amount of makeup and only putting on a thong and bra. I lounged on the couch for most of the day, barely moving from it and taking my mind off things by watching funny videos of cats and dogs on my iPad.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the doorbell ring. With a grunt I climbed off the couch and walked over to the door, grabbing one of Ellie's jackets to cover me up. I opened the door just enough to peek outside, mumbling something along the lines of "good morning" when I recognized the mailman. He frowned but made no comment, just handing me a small package and leaving me be.

I closed the door and returned to the couch, dropping myself backwards onto it as I ripped the package open, gasping in surprise when the egg shaped sextoy fell out and onto my stomach. I tossed the box aside and held the egg between my fingers, recognizing it to be a vibrating toy by the weight and slight rumbling as I turned it around. Curiously, however, there was no on/off switch. 

Before I could figure out why, I was startled by the loud ringing from my iPad, indicating a new Facetime call was coming in. Without thought I answered the call. I should've expected it would be Natalie and my heart skipped a bit at the sight of her. She wore a black turtleneck sweater, no doubt intentional to leave everything to the imagination and was sitting at a desk, leaning back slightly as if uninterested to speak to me. With the egg still in one hand and iPad in the other I sat up, making sure not too much of my own body was in view. After all, I was still only wearing a bra and panties. Natalie didn't speak, looking at me fumble around for a few seconds until I had found a not-too-awkward position to sit in. She interrupted me when I finally decided to say something, and I immediately regretted answering the call at all.

"You've been a naughty pet, Leah," she said sternly. "Running away like that, without permission."

I couldn't deny the effect her words were having on me, especially after not being able to come last night and this very morning, but I knew I had to resist right now, or things could get ugly.

"Natalie, listen," I replied, trying to sound sure of myself but failing miserably. "What happened yesterday was, well, it was amazing. But I love Ellie, and I can't betray again. Please don't contact me again."

That sounded good, I thought to myself. I didn't even stutter, to my own surprise, and smiled at this tiny victory. Then I realized I hadn't even hung up. The call was still on; Natalie was still on my screen. Why didn't I hang up?

"Leah, my sweet thing," she purred. "Don't worry so much. Ellie was perfectly fine with what happened yesterday. In fact, I think she wanted it to happen."

I frowned. "What do you mean? Why would she want me to cheat on her?"

"Cheat? Oh, sweetie, don't say these things. You didn't cheat on your beloved. She was there, remember? She wants you to be my pet."

I shook my head. "No, that's insane. I shouldn't have let it happen. Please, just stop."

"Aww, don't be like that," Natalie cooed. "There's nothing wrong with submitting to a better woman. I can bring you pleasures Ellie will never be able to."

I glared angrily at the screen. "How dare you, Ellie is..."

"Sweet," Natalie interrupted sternly. "Kind, caring, loving. But she doesn't satisfy you sexually, does she?"

My cheeks turned red and I averted my gaze. She was right, of course, but to be confronted so bluntly was something else.

"Look at you," she continued. "You're embarrassed, but we both know you have desires that I can fulfill. Just as I have desires you can fulfill."

I didn't know what to say. It was true, our sexlife was anything but exciting, and lately I've been longing for more but until yesterday, those feelings had been suppressed. Deep down the decision was already made. I wasn't going to hang up, I wasn't going to throw away the egg. I was going to do what she said and love every second of it; I just wasn't ready to make that decision. Thankfully, or regretfully, Natalie made that decision for me. When she spoke again, her voice was undeniably dominant.

"Now, pet, you're going to do as I say. Do you understand?"

Sweat formed on my brow as I nodded slightly, uncertain about where this was going, but too aroused to do the smart thing and stop.

"Good girl," she murmured. Her compliment only increased the heat in my loins and I bit my lower lip. "Now, slowly insert my little gift into your pussy. Hold the iPad so I can watch it go in."

I put the iPad against one of the pillows on the couch and stood up, making sure I was in view of the camera and slowly stripped out of my thong, letting it fall to the floor. With a shaking hand I took hold of the egg and ran the tip over my lower lips, which were already glistening in anticipation, and my free hand moved to part my lips. It took little effort to slide the egg inside, the mere thoughts of what I was doing more than enough to moisten my pussy. Natalie spurred me on and I used one finger to push it deeper, deeper, until she said I could stop. I sat back down and instinctively ran my fingers over my lips and around my clit but Natalie ordered me to stop touching myself and I did, grabbing the iPad with both hands and awaiting Natalie's next command.

"Listen carefully, my pet. You will leave the egg inside you. You will not touch yourself. I will give you an amazing orgasm, but only if you play by my rules. Got it?"

I nodded quickly, and then she abruptly hung up.

***

For two hours I had been sitting on the couch, the small sextoy lodged deep inside me, eagerly awaiting Natalie's next call. But it never came. As hard as it was to keep myself from going knuckle-deep inside my pussy, I had kept myself in check knowing that when Natalie finally allowed it, I would have the best orgasm of my life.

My mind wandered from time to time, hoping that Natalie was on her way here, ready to let me come for her on command while licking her goddess cunt. But she did not come. Time went by slowly as I fought the urge to masturbate, knowing I could come in less than a minute if I defied Natalie's order but I withheld, knowing how much more powerful my orgasm would be when she finally let me come. I sighed in relief when I heard the doorbell and quickly ran towards the door, throwing it open to find Ellie staring at me in awe.

"Hello dear," she laughed, surprised at my eager welcome, and the fact I was wearing nothing but my underwear. "I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you haven't done anything today."

I hugged her, not caring that people could see me hugging my girlfriend in my undies, and told her how much I loved her. She kissed my neck but then gently pushed me away, shoving me inside and kicking the door closed. She took my hands and looked at me seriously, and I gulped.

"Leah, I know you feel bad about yesterday, but I want you to know that I'm really not mad at you, all right?"

I smiled at her. She really was the best girlfriend I could ever have hoped for.

"Good. Natalie called today," she continued. "Wants to have dinner, the three of us."

I looked at her questioningly. Dinner? With Natalie? That would be a mistake even without the egg stirring inside my pussy.

"W-well," I stammered. "I don't know. Do you think that's a good idea?"

Ellie gently squeezed my hands. "C'mon, it'll be good for us. We'll just have dinner as new friends and put it all behind us. How about it?"

How could I have let this happen? There was no way this was going to just be a nice dinner; Natalie was going to play with me. I had to tell Ellie. I had to tell her Natalie called me as well and confess to putting the egg inside me. I opened my mouth to tell her...I was going to get dressed.

*** 

Natalie had made a reservation at a cozy Chinese restaurant near her place. I secretly hoped that she would take me back home after dinner, giving Ellie some reason for the two of us to be alone so she could deliver her promise; make me come like never before. Why Ellie thought it was a good idea to go to dinner with Natalie was beyond me, and I almost felt bad about her naivety. Did she not notice how easily I was swayed by Natalie? Did she really think nothing was going to happen tonight? There was no way I'd be able to resist Natalie, sextoy inside my pussy aside. Surely Ellie couldn't be that dense. But everything suggested she was.

I looked at Ellie as she drove. She was truly beautiful, and I was lucky to have her. The platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, cutest little nose and slightly pouted lips made her absolutely adorable and despite not really working out much she still had a good looking body. She had no hourglass figure, perhaps, but looked absolutely stunning in the bright red dress she was wearing. Strapless and with ample cleavage it was the kind that seemed miraculous to stay up, making it look as exotic as it was elegant.

My own golden dress was shorter, more daring but had a similar design that made us look like a perfect match. With both our backs and long legs exposed it would surely be a sight to behold from the rear. She noticed me staring, gave me a quick smile and rested her hand on my leg. That was, sadly, about as far as she'd ever go. All I ever wanted from her was to finger me while driving, to tell me to eat her out in the cinema or throw me down and fuck me until I fainted. But she's not that kind of girl, and it saddened me that I had these irresistible urges for someone who is that kind of girl. Someone like Natalie.

My conflicted thoughts kept my mind off of Natalie and her devious plans, at least until we reached the restaurant. Ellie parked the car and helped me get out, ever being chivalrous one, and we entered the restaurant hand in hand. Natalie had already spotted us and came towards us, giving Ellie a kiss on the cheek before turning to me. I felt my heartbeat increase just being in her presence, my feelings only amplified by the almost illegally short, blue dress with deep cleavage. Her firm breasts stretched the already thin fabric and her nipples were clearly visible; she would look slutty if she didn't ooze an aura of confidence. She inched closer and kissed me firmly on the cheek, knowing full well it would leave a mark of her lipstick, before whispering into my ear.

"Are you ready, pet?"

My heart sank as I realized her plans weren't for after the dinner, but during. I looked at her, desperation in my eyes, but that only seemed to spur her on. We were guided to our table, which thankfully was mostly secluded from view. Natalie and I sat opposite of each other, with Ellie at the side. Sadly, this meant I'd be looking at Natalie and her distracting dress more than I desired and I expected she was going to tease me plenty. With all the factors combined, I was amazed that I hadn't climaxed spontaneously.

The waiter brought us our drinks and we sipped it in awkward silence. Ellie, oblivious to the tension in the air, tried breaking the ice and asked Natalie about her day. Natalie barely acknowledged Ellie's presence as the faced me while she answered.

"My girl edited and uploaded the video we shot," she said, putting the glass of wine down. Her gaze turned to Ellie and smiled. "She thinks it's going to sell even better than we expected. She really loved seeing your girlfriend like that."

Ellie smiled back, unfazed by whatever implications Natalie's reply may have had, and winked at me.

"She's really something, isn't she?"

Her indifference to the fact that my tongue had been deep inside another woman's snatch just yesterday was strange, if not positively so. I still felt guilty about it but the more I saw her being carefree about my escapade, the less I feared the imminent game Natalie had planned. It was impossible to fully ignore the presence inside me, and my thong was already becoming stained with my wetness; I managed to remain calm, as calm as one can be with the woman controlling the sextoy inside your wet pussy sitting across the table. Whenever I thought about it, Natalie seemed to notice, looking to spot signs my growing arousal. Ellie just went on about us, never failing to mention the strength of our mutual feelings. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was defending our relationship towards Natalie.

Then the games began. The waitress, a cute little Asian with the figure of a boy but a pretty face, came to take our orders. My thoughts had been wandering to the events of the past twentyfour hours, rather than deciding what to eat. In fact, I hadn't even glanced at the menu, giving her the impression I had already made my decision. While Natalie and Ellie told the girl their choice, I flipped through the pages. I couldn't decide that fast and found myself smiling questioningly at the waitress.

"And you, miss?"

"I, uhm...AH!" I yelped at the sudden, short nudge deep inside my tunnel and blushed fiercely as I looked away in shame. I saw Natalie grinning in the corner of my eye and knew I had to avoid meeting her gaze, knowing full well I would probably shake and come this very instant. The waitress, too, blushed at what she definitely recognized to be a sexual gasp, but my very own girlfriend paid no attention to it. I took a deep breath and faced the young woman.

"I'll have." I had to pause and fight back a lustful moan as the egg vibrated once more, causing my thighs to buckle instinctively. My fingers gripped the menu tightly and I clenched my jaws before continuing. "What she's having," I managed to mutter. The egg stopped vibrating and I sighed in relief, but as I relaxed my body while the waves of arousal washed away I wasn't prepared for another assault of the sextoy.

"Fuck!" I yelled out loudly and slammed the table hard with my right hand, the left rushing under the table and my dress but stopping just inches away from my pussy as I remembered I was in a public place, with my girlfriend right beside me. Ellie's eyes widened in awe but quickly turned into a laugh, the waitress stepping back to allow us some privacy.

"Leah, what the hell?" She grinned wickedly.

"Sorry," I mumbled, forming a quick and stupid lie in my head. "I just realized I, uh, forgot to lock the door."

Ellie frowned, the smile still on her face. "Really, you doofus? Again?"

I threw her a quick glare, jokingly, playing along with it. To my surprise she bought it, but I was starting to wonder how long before she realized something was going on. Natalie had kept silent throughout the event but I could feel her eyes upon me, daring me to look at her. Eventually I did and she winked at me, unnoticeable by Ellie. My heart fluttered in my chest as my body started reacting to the prolonged teasing I had endured for the past several hours, my breathing ragged and sweat already forming on my brow and exposed back.

There was no way I was going to get through dinner with this toy inside me and, despite the undeniable pleasure it brought me, I knew I had to get it out or end explaining to my girlfriend why I was moaning and shaking without being touched.

"Excuse me," I mumbled. I shoved the chair back and started to rise when Natalie barked at me.

"Sit!"

Ellie gasped, at a loss for words. Did Natalie command her girlfriend to sit back down, just like that? She did, and I complied, face flushed red. I was so far gone now that every word she spoke had a direct effect on my tense body. Natalie nodded towards the waitress in response to Ellie, who then wrongly assumed she had told me to sit down because dinner was arriving.

I had shown Natalie just how worked up I was and now, with my escape gone, she was free to finish me off whenever she wanted. Even without the egg vibrating my walls trembled around it, stimulating the little sex toy while liberally coating it, along with my thong and dress, with my juices. I found myself shifting around on my seat ever so slightly, nudging back and forth in an attempt to bring myself to a quiet orgasm, but it was not to be. I remained on the verge of climax, my own movements and the still toy unable to bring me the release I so craved, surrendering my fate to the perfect woman sitting across me.

I tried to focus on the food, keeping my eyes on my plate so I wouldn't have to look at Natalie but my hunger was of a different kind. She could command me to crawl under the table right now and I would, eagerly, and the fact that Ellie would see it all would do nothing to hold me back.

To my surprise, Natalie let the egg sit inert for the rest of the dinner. She spoke with Ellie about work and travels, letting me slowly cool down and recollect myself. I must've looked like such a tool, too ashamed to even look my company in the eye. Our empty plates were removed and we were presented with chocolate ice cream dessert, a welcome change to my feverishly hot body. I finally worked up the courage to look up again and smiled shyly at Ellie and Natalie, ignoring the latter's lustful look.




Forbidden Fruit



When his movements became jerkish and he tensed up, I grabbed his cock in my hand and stroked it once again, my head bobbing up and down on his cock until the first load of cum spurt into my throat. Swallowing, there was no where else for it to go, I kept moving. Hot spurt after hot spurt unloaded in my mouth, his groan of pleasure roaring from his half-closed lips. Swallowing again and again, I still couldn’t get it all down some managed to spurt from between my lips and land on his body and my hand. I didn’t care, I was boiling with lust at this point, I wanted more.

Swallowing and then suckling him clean, he fell back onto the bed. A limp sweaty panting man, and I had did it to him! My heart was pounding, I was ready to go again but I knew he would need some recovery time. Crawling up his body, I was shocked when he grabbed me and pulled me down on top of his prone form. Our lips locked together and his tongue was shoved into my mouth. He swallowed and suckled my tongue, tasting himself and again me on my lips. Nothing had prepared me for this night, not even my wildest fantasies, but I knew there was more to come. Once the nap and shower was over with. He tucked me against his body and rolled to his side. He held me there, his eyes falling closed as a sweet smile played on his full lips.


We slept for awhile, I wasn’t sure how long but I awoke to the sweetest sensations imaginable. His tongue was sliding down my backbone, flickering along the V in my lower back. A turn on spot that made me instantly wet. I groaned out, arching my back, pressing my ass into the air, wanting more of the torture.

He chuckled and kissed there once more before moving up to whisper in my ear, “Rise and shine lazy bones.. It’s time to shower and get something to eat.” I groaned in complaint, not wanting to get up but eager to spend as much time with him as was allotted.  Rolling over I gazed up into his smiling face, “Hey there.” I mumbled, still tired but content as well.

“Hey.” His bent down kissing me softly once more, my body tranquil and relaxed, I smiled in response. 

“You want a shower? I am more than willing to help in any way you might need.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and grinned. Chuckling, I rolled to my back and shook my head, “Nasty pervert, no wonder I like you! Let’s go.” I rose from the bed, I felt the weakness come over me as I tried to stand upright. He had definitely done a good job at wearing me down, though I still had some in me.

We played like children in the shower. Fighting over whom got more hot water than the other, washing each other’s bodies until they were more than clean. Taunting and teasing lightly placed kisses here and there and finally more teasing than playing. His hands explored my body, at first slowly, sensually and then determined. Moaning, I kissed him deeply, tugging his hands back to my breasts. Our tongues danced as our bodies pressed together, the heat turned up once again.

He shut off the water and lifted me, placing my back against the shower wall. My ankles instantly locked behind his back, grinding my bare pussy against his hardening cock. His tongue thrust in and out, his teeth nipped at my bottom lip, I couldn’t contain my urgent need any longer.
“Now Doug, fuck me right here… Right now!” I pulled back, my head resting against the tile walls of the shower, my eyes daring him.

He smiled a cocky small smile and bent his head instead. His lips and teeth finding my nipple and torturing the tender nub into a stiff peak once again. My fingers shoved into his hair, tugging the strands and shoving his mouth against my breast. The demon was clawing its way up again, I could feel my pussy pulsating for fulfillment. 

“Yes! Gawd you tease!” I managed to mutter. Shifting around him, I bucked against his cock head which rested against my clit. Small little moans of complaint filtered from my throat as I tried to get him where I wanted him.

He switched breasts, his teeth scraping and teasing me once again. The blood began to flow, my breathing became shallow as I did and said anything I could think of. Pleading and begging, anything that would get me fucked right here, this instant.

He chuckled then groaned in response as the heat from my pussy began to warm his cock head.
“Fuck! You drive me insane!” He growled again, leaning back slightly and parting his feet. Taking my hips in his hands, he lifted me up and positioned himself once more. His eyes held mine, watching the reaction on my face as he slowly slid me down the length of his cock.

Both of us let out long low moans, my eyes falling closed as my hands tightened their hold on his shoulders. That ‘itchy’ kind of feeling kicked in, my pussy wanted fucked. He lifted me again and let me sink down, moving slow and even. The squeak of our wet skin running against the tub and walls had me worried we’d slip, but as he shoved back in, that thought went out the door.

“Please?” I begged him, my arms moving around to hold him as I pressed off of the wall and into his chest. He turned slightly, and I must have read his mind, because I slid open the shower door and he stepped out holding me. Step by slow step we made our way towards the bed. His cock still inside me, rubbing against the top of my pussy.

“Please, hurry!” if he didn’t I was going to cum without him. We fell to the bed, tangled limbs and all. His urgency greater than mine, he reached out and flipped me over. Gasping in shock, he grabbed my ankles and pulled me over the edge of the bed. Half-bent and half-kneeling behind me, he rubbed two fingers up and down my pussy lips, spreading the juices.

Lost in his dominance I purred in pleasure, pressing myself back and forth on his probing fingers.

“Fuck me!”

He thrust in and out a few times, my hips rotated and ground against them.

“Fuck me dammit!”

His breathing was as heavy as mine now, he lifted a hand up and slapped my ass. Crying out, I bucked under him and glared over my shoulder.

“Fuck me!” A slight grin on my face.

He moved up, his cock in hand as he used his knees to part my thighs.
“Spread wider dammit!”

I spread as widely as I could, my nipples now aching and budded, I began to play with them while watching him move. He took my hips and put his cock to my entrance.
“Ready?” He asked, trying to go slowly. Not having any of that, I gripped the bed and nodded, 
“Yes! Fuck me dammit Doug, stop teasing!”

He rammed inside, shoving half way inside my slick hole. Pulling back out he grunted out, “That what you want?”

I cried out and pushed backwards, “Yes!”

He slammed in again, almost all the way in, this guy had one magnificent cock!

“You like that baby?”

I nodded again, “Fuuuuuck!” My hands digging into the bed spread.

His balls tightened against his body, his cock shoved in and almost completely. He felt the familiar tingling begin to spread. It was now or never, he wanted to give her something she would never forget! Gripping her hips tightly, he began to bounce his cock in and out of her.

“Fuck! Oh shit! That fuckin’ feels. Oh! Uh! Harder!” I demanded, wanting it all.

Harder she wanted, harder she got. He began to pound into me, shoving in and out, filling me completely. His eyes glanced down as he spread my ass cheeks. Watching the sight of his pussy juice coated cock filling me up and taking it away.

Wild with lust and that urge to cum, I slammed back into his, giving as good as I got. Harder and harder we mated, crying out, yelling. Demanding and swearing as the explosive end was coming.
I heard him shout and felt the hot cum pour into my pussy. My walls clamped down on him as his nails bit into my hips.
“FUCCCCCCCCK!!!!!!” He bellowed out, ramming me harder and harder.
“Oh My GOD!!!!!!” I screamed in unison to his cry of release.
His cock twitched and exploded again and again. My pussy clamped down hard on his cock as the hot spurts of my own cum was washing over his cock and balls.

Both light headed and too tired to stay in that frozen position for long, we collapsed. I stayed on the bed, twitching pussy and all. He sank to the floor. His sweaty forehead resting against my thigh. Both gasping for air as our hearts threatened to beat free of our bodies. Shaking, I lay there, feeling everything tingle. From head, teeth, down to my little toe. I was astounded, amazed, just fucking blown away!

We kissed, we cleaned each other up and we said our good byes. Perhaps another time? Maybe some day soon I would be able to get back to him on the other side of the USA, and perhaps just once?

The ride home was a long one, the ache still between my thighs, making it hard to sit. The smile stayed on my face for days and each night I nearly came all over myself again thinking back to how his cock filled me up. Those thoughts stay with me daily, and I look forward to another encounter like the one before.



Forbidden Fruit



It was 4am when Jacob heard the back door click shut. He rubbed his eyes and sat up in the armchair he'd fallen asleep in. He knew that Trista, his daughter, was sneaking up the back stairs to her room, as quietly as she could in high heels, and too drunk to remember to remove them. He shook his head, this was the second time this weekend he'd waited up for her but not had the heart to get into another screaming match. He sat silently, listening to her platform shoes click softly on the wooden stairs, until he was certain she was in her room. He got up then, and went to the kitchen, shutting off lights as he went. After a glass of water and some aspirin, Jacob heard Trista in her bathroom, throwing up into the toilet. He shook his head and grabbed a few kitchen towels before starting to climb the stairs.

Trista wasn't a bad kid, she was going through a rough period in her life just now. Her mom had run off with some biker she'd met a bar nine months ago and never called or let them know where she was or if she was even alive. About then, Trista started hanging out with a rough crowd of her own, stopped thinking about college, and started getting drunk every night. She was barely making it through her last year of high school, and Jacob could figure out no way of helping her that she hadn't already tried. He was drinking more these days, too - nothing better to do at night when you're sitting alone, wishing a good woman was there to wrap her arms around you, settling instead for internet porn and beer. 

As he rounded the stairs to Trista's room and adjoining bathroom, Jacob was greeted with a beautiful sight. Trista, her makeup washed off and face scrubbed clean, her hair hanging down in sweaty tendrils, resting on all fours in front of the sink. It looked like she had made it halfway up, but couldn't find the strength to actually stand. Jacob took a moment, admiring the curves of her body - only admiring, mind you, he wasn't a pervert - thinking of what a beautiful child he'd helped to create. It was then his cock noticed what he was looking at, too. Jumping to attention, it was his cock, not him, who noticed the tightness of her ass, and the way her lips were parted and moist. It was his cock who noticed her firm tight breasts pressing against the black mesh of her top, pert and steady without a bra. It was his cock who noticed her achingly long legs that led into her black vinyl skirt, caressing the edges of a crimson thong.

Jacob knew his cock had noticed Trista for a long time. He ignored it, divorced those feelings from his own, personified his penis in such a way that he felt no guilt for the raging hardons his daughter gave him, but only a mild distaste for what his other personality, his penis, lusted after. Ever since her mother had left them both though, it had been harder and harder to silence the voice of his cock inside his head.

"Look at her, bent over like a little slut, I bet she's had guys in all those hot wet little holes. She drinks enough, she might not even notice one more..."

Jacob cleared his throat, both as a way of announcing himself, and to silence the hideous whisper inside him. Trista turned her head only briefly before lunging at the toilet again, her lunch joining her dinner where it would do her no further good. Jacob leaned over his precious baby girl, wet towel in hand, and held her hair back off her neck. Soon, it was over and in his arms was just a sobbing mass of girl. He held her close, smoothing her hair and letting her cry into his shoulder. They sat like that, on the floor of her bathroom for a few moments, father and daughter, exhausted but together. Then, Jacob realized his cock was awake again. In only a second, he had gone from father to molester as he realized under her soft, trusting body, he had grown harder than iron, and his hips wanted desperately to press upwards into her. He held his breath, willing Trista to not notice, and edged her off his lap slowly.

"Bedtime, Princess," he cooed quietly. She stood up wobbly, and he couldn't help but glance at her toned thighs, her little tummy, and her long black hair. She yawned, and his skin tingled as he glimpsed that pink little tongue dart in and out of her mouth. He took her to her bedroom and sat her on the bed, leaning over to slide off her shoes. He didn't dare stare anywhere but at her little pink toes, fearing his own body's betrayal if he did.

Jacob wasn't a bad looking man, in any way. 6'2", still fairly muscular, he kept in shape doing construction work for a private contracting company he owned. He was only 35, as he and his ex-wife had been high school sweethearts, marrying as soon as they graduated. He had gone to night school and worked during the day, and she had stayed home with Trista, preferring instead to telemarket from there, and help make ends meet. In spite of not having much, they had been happy for a long time. At least, until Trista reached school age. After then, her mother seemed to lose interest in their little family unit, pulling away and going on long vacations by herself, visiting old friends who lived far away, and, Jacob suspected, meeting as many lovers as she could. Until Trista's 18th birthday, though, she had never dared to leave their family entirely. It had come as a hard lesson to Trista, who had always believed that her mother would settle down, and was just a free spirit. When she realized that it would never happen, and her mother was never coming home, Trista started following in her footsteps as fast as her legs could carry her. 

Trista's snoring jolted Jacob out of his reverie, and he realized he was sitting on her floor, her shoes next to him, rubbing her feet gently. He used to rub her mother's feet like that. It used to put her to sleep, too. Jacob wanted to lay his head down and cry, but propriety prevented him from doing that in his child's room. He stood quietly, his spine making popping sounds as it straightened, and looked once more at Trista, sleeping soundly on her bed. Her legs were spread slightly, just relaxed and dead weight. Her arms were resting above her head, as though she had begun to stretch and fallen asleep mid-yawn. Jacob didn't even notice the dark whisper that started in the back of his mind.

"Just undress the child and slide her into bed. She'll be more comfortable that way, won't wake up with numb arms and her cute little vinyl skirt all creased. She's only going to tell me to pay the dry cleaning bill anyway. Don't I deserve to see a little of what all that clothing covers?" Jacob's palms were sweating by this time, and he had moved to the side of her bed, his fingers curled and poised to unzip her skirt and gently tug off her top. Somehow, this didn't seem wrong. 

Her skirt made a gentle shushing noise as it slid off her hips and down her legs, and as he pulled it lower he caught the scent of her pussy, sweet and musky and needy. Unfucked, at least tonight. Jacob felt his mouth water, his tongue almost loll past his lips. His cock was rock hard and he felt his pulse pound in his head. His hands moved up to the hem of her top - black lace mesh trimmed in silk and satin. It had been a birthday present from one of her friends, a million years ago at her 18th birthday party. He lifted it carefully over her breasts, letting each one slide out slowly, only a slight bounce bringing them to life. Her nipples were only the size of a quarter, the aureole a pale brown, almost pink. His cock strained against the zipper on his pants, causing him serious discomfort. He stopped for a moment and tried to readjust himself, but her body was still in front of him, and his eyes would not close. Quickly, Jacob pulled her shirt the rest of the way off, holding his breath in the hopes that she wouldn't awaken, and left the room without even covering her. 

Back in his own bedroom, Jacob sat down and breathed heavily. The image of Trista's breasts, sitting there like two halves of a grapefruit, begging to have him swallow them slowly, piece by piece, refused to leave his mind's eye. As he leaned back on his bed, he unconsciously pulled his fly open, and his cock slipped into his hand. He stroked slowly, wanting to savor the taste of those pale breasts for as long as possible. But as usual, as soon as things got started, his cock took over again.

"Swallow those little titties whole and I'll never have my chance to shove my prick between them and slide it around, closer to her mouth. That sweet little pink tongue lapping at me, that soft wet velvet as she'd start to suck, my little girl with my prick buried to the hilt down her throat, fucking her slutty little mouth faster and faster, those sweet little lips sucking harder, grabbing those tits and making her moan around me..."

"Daddy?"

Jacob almost screamed like a woman as Trista's voice interrupted his half-lidded visions of her mouth and breasts. He was only half-covered by his blanket, and even then he was sure she'd know what he had been thinking.

"What is it sweetheart? Daddy's tired," he tried to play up his paternal side and ignore the fact that she looked like a vision, having changed into an oversized white tshirt and little white ankle socks. She crossed the room to him and with what seemed like superhuman strength, he managed not to lash out and grab her to drag her into bed for him to rape over and over. His will was beginning to crack. Trista sat down on the corner of his bed behind him, and curled up in a fetal position, throwing one arm across his ribs.

"It's cold in my room, Daddy, I can't sleep. I know I'm too big and old, but can I sleep in here with you, just this once?"

Jacob used the last of his will to smile reassuringly at his little girl before he rolled over and tucked her in next to him.

"Don't you worry, sweetheart - my Princess will never be too big or old to cuddle up to her old man," Trista sighed and snuggled in happily, her breath fresh from being brushed, no trace of alcohol or vomit anywhere. The alcohol was still in her though, and almost immediately she fell asleep. Jacob lay there like a stone, listening to her breathe heavily on her side. After what seemed like an eternity, he heard her breath catch once, twice, three times in her sleep. He turned his head, expecting maybe tears to roll down her cheeks, but was met instead with flushed cheeks and moist, parted lips. He groaned inwardly, and felt his cock begin to notice her again as well. It was then that Jacob felt Trista's arm slide across her body, languidly, as if still dreaming. Those little slender fingers, the ones he had taught to catch a baseball and play the piano, brushed aside the hem of her nightshirt absent-mindedly, and started stroking her tiny bud-like clit, letting her other fingers slide between her thighs, stroking her slit slowly. It was more than a man was meant to take.

Carefully, so as not to wake her from whatever delectable dream held her captive, Jacob slowly pulled her nightshirt the rest of the way up. His mouth closed first on her right breast, swirling the nipple around in his mouth, sucking on it gently, running his teeth over it with the greatest care, making her gasp from within her dream. Then, he moved his mouth across to her other breast, leaving a wet trail of kisses behind his lips. He felt her fingers speed up between her silky thighs, and just as he thought he might still maintain control, her hand brushed his cock in her slumbering gyrations. His body screamed for release, and at this point all recollections of the good kind Dr. Jekyll side of Jacob were lost to his cock. Mr. Hyde was out to play.

Pulling Trista's shirt up over her head completely, Jacob managed to secure her wrists together before she was even awake. Her eyelids started fluttering beautifully, stoking the fire inside him torturously, and then she finally focused on the impressive male taking advantage of her.

"Daddy?!" Trista's voice hit a new octave even Jacob hadn't heard, and it only served to spear him on further. His right hand held her shirt-encased wrists, while the other savagly mauled her breasts, working its way down to her sweet little pussy, which was, predicatably, drenched with her nectar. It was then that Jacob realized his baby girl was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was getting from her Daddy.

"You little slut," he hissed through his teeth into her ear, "you're loving this, aren't you? Your sweet sluttly little pussy is just dripping juice all over my hand. You want this, little girl? You've got to earn it first," and Jacob thrust three fingers deep into Trista's pussy, making her thrash and moan even as she still struggled against him in vain. Jacob knelt above his daughter, straddling her ribcage, and laughed as she tried to buck him off. She slashed at him with teeth and nails, but with a swift grab he had both her wrists in one hand again, and his other hand was at her throat. "I don't want to press any harder than I have you, but if you come at me like that again you little bitch, we'll find out how strong your neck is," his thumb pressed into her windpipe as a way of ending that attempted escape. Trista sufficed herself to lying there and whimpering, a terrified look in her eyes that only barely concealed the lust underneath. Jacob pressed her windpipe again and said, "Open your mouth, baby girl, and earn the fucking you want." At first, Trista refused and shook her head with her lips pressed tight. Jacob leaned back on his heels, slid his hand between her legs, and stroked her clit with a slight tremor to his hand. Slowly, up and down, he rubbed her clit in tiny circles, and then, just as he saw her begin to relax, two fingers plunged deep inside her pussy, making Trista cry out, opening her mouth and letting her Daddy's cock slide in. With a grunt of triumph, Jacob starting fucking her face hard, going too shallow to gag her, easing his cock deeper into her throat.

"Oh baby, just like that, suck Daddy's cock good and you'll get the best fucking you've ever dreamed of...oh Trista..." Jacob babbled on as his little slut's mouth took over his brain. He hadn't even been able to dream of her feeling so good. Better than the hot wet velvet he imagined, she sucked as though she were starving, and he was a long-awaited milkshake. Her tongue ran around the head of his cock expertly, deftly stroking the vein that ran along the underside before he thrust himself deeply into the back of her throat again, burying her face. Harder and harder, Jacob knew that if he didn't pull back, he was going to cum all over her pretty little face. With an incredible moan, he sat back and let his cock slip from her mouth, now swollen and red from its beating. She whimpered - whimpered! as he moved back, but smiled as he slid between her legs.

"Did I do it right, Daddy?" her used-whore's mouth set in that angelic face almost made Jacob cum right there. He threw her legs over his shoulders and without a break shoved himself inside her to the hilt, making her scream with ecstasy and pain. Over and over, he slammed his cock into her, watching her tight little pussy swallow him whole. She screamed and cried, her head thrashing back and forth, her arms straining against his as her body tried to wriggle away. It was too intense, too much, she was crying and gasping and moaning all at once. Suddenly, he pulled himself out of her, flipped her over with one arm, and entered her from behind. As he pounded into her gripping pussy, an idea from earlier occurred to him. "I bet she's had guys in all those hot wet little holes..." With a wet slurp, he pulled his cock from her pussy and slid it into the cleft of her ass. Then Trista truly started to struggle.

"Daddy! No! Please, I've never had anyone do that before, please Daddy no, you're too big please Daddy, please!!!" Her wails only served to make him harder, and the moment Jacob heard her admission of even partial virginity, he knew he had to have her. Rubbing her juices all around her little rosebud asshole, he slid one finger barely into her. Instantly, like a vise grip she puckered and his finger could barely wiggle. 

"Relax, baby girl, Daddy won't force you to do anything," he said, and ran one hand up her back soothingly, pulling his finger out of her. She relaxed visibly, and Jacob took his chance - he pinned her head and back down with the arm that had been stroking her and spread her cheeks with the other hand, impaling her on every inch of his cock, letting her scream into the pillow as hard as she could. Her ass was tighter than anything he'd ever felt, gripping and straining and stretching against him, her small body bucking beneath him with pain. He slid the hand not holding her down between her legs and fingered her pussy as he fucked her ass, and slowly, her struggling decreased, and he felt his daughter begin to buck her hips backwards into his thrusts. He moaned loudly when she responded, grabbing the back of her head and leaning over to bite her on the neck. She returned his moan deep into the pillows, and he reached around, grabbing handfuls of young sweet tit. Harder and harder he started thrusting, her return thrusts coming almost as hard as he went into her. He could feel the last of his control start to slip, her tight little ass, the sounds she made whimpering and crying into the pillow, and her newfound enthusiasm for her Daddy's cock, making his blood boil and he felt his cock start to swell. All at once, she turned her head, little angel lips crying out, "Oh, Daddy!" and Jacob plunged as deeply into that wet tight ass as he could, feeling his cock explode as cum filled her up and started coming out the sides, running down into her pussy, her orgasm making her shake beneath him.

It took a few moments for his vision to clear, and when it did, Jacob looked down and saw his precious baby daughter still quivering, impaled on his slowly shrinking cock. His hands started to shake with the realization of what he had done, and quickly withdrawing himself from her depths did little to lessen the shock. Slowly, Trista turned first on her side, then completely on her back, smiling. It was her smile that made Jacob stop his hands from shaking. She smiled as though it was okay.

"That was amazing, Daddy," she said in her little girl's voice that made him twitch, even now. He collapsed beside her, and pulled her to him, holding her with all his strength that was left.

"This isn't right, baby," he murmured into her ear sleepily. She curled her body to conform to his, and kissed his lips gently.

"This is," she whispered, and fell asleep in his arms. 



Forbidden Fruit



The first time he met her it was at a club called the Paradise. It wasn't the type of place he normally hung out, but then, he wasn't looking for his normal type of affair. The Paradise was a techno/industrial dance club where 110 decibel bass lines pulsated up to the sidewalk on the street. It was patronized by a crowd with a fondness for black, metal body adornments and high octane refreshments. To say that Adam felt out of his element would have been a hilarious understatement. He may as well have been stark naked for as conspicuous as he felt in his newly purchased faux biker jacket. He knew he just didn't have the attitude to carry it off, and he knew that everyone else in the club knew it too. But then that presumed that they gave a fuck, which was pretty unlikely.

After orienting himself in the rapid fire strobe lighting and the body pounding music, he made his way past the nearest dance floor where bodies shook and gyrated and jostled each other like so many machined parts being run through a mechanical sorter. Adam pressed his way to one of the bars and, after several futile tries, finally flagged down the bartender. He yelled above the din for a Stoli with a twist. She nodded acknowledgment, tapped a few times on the touch screen, and delivered a perfectly measured shot of vodka in a glass so chilled the evaporating sweat and breath of the crowd collected on the outside.

He turned, took a sip of the icy liquid and let it burn down his throat into his chest. He had never really acquired a taste for this stuff, but it was the only thing he could think of that seemed appropriate. He took another sip. That's when he noticed her. Or rather, he noticed it. It was the silver ring that adorned the north rim of her navel, above the waist of her black jeans and below the black, lacy cut-off tank top she wore under the leather jacket. It flashed in the blue-hot halogen lighting overhead as she stood next to him at the bar. Adam was intrigued by the current piercing craze and navel rings held a particular fascination for him. After fixating on it for a moment he let his gaze wander up to see who was wearing it. When he reached her face she was staring back at him through her Ray Bans with a look that sneered, "My, aren't you amusing."

"Sorry. I was just admiring your navel ring." 

She seemed to accept that and broke a near-smile. She offered to clink glasses in a toast that said, "No offense taken, dweeb." She slammed her drink back and set the glass down, signaling for another. 

"What are you drinking?" he tried to ask above noise. 

"Calvados." 

Calvados. Brandy made from apples in Normandy. They clinked glasses again and she slammed the second one back while Adam took a bigger gulp than he normally would. It burned all the way into his gut. He thought for a moment that the glasses as they touched must be something like what it would feel like to bite down on that silver ring.

She nodded toward the dance floor and, taking him by his condensation-slick fingers, pulled him away from the bar. They entered the sea of bodies and began to find the pace of the music. She cleared a space for them as she bumped and moved in time to the electronic bass line. He orbited awkwardly around her. Soon the crowd moved back into the vacuum and closed up the space. He was pressed up against her. He could feel the heat rise off her skin into his nostrils. She turned her back to him and kept moving to the frenetic beat. The rounded curve of her ass swayed back and forth across the front of his jeans. But she seemed oblivious, or at least indifferent, to the reaction this was causing in his groin. They continued to bump and grind and sway for another 30 minutes. Finally, dripping with sweat, Adam beckoned her back to the bar. She ordered two calvados, one for him. They clinked glasses. Yes, that must be something like biting down on her navel ring, he thought to himself. She tossed her head back and drained the glass, Adam following her lead a moment later.

"Shall we go?" 

It was more a statement than a question. He followed her out of the Paradise and up the stairs on to the street. It was a short, silent walk to a nearby warehouse building. She let them in through a heavy steel door and closed the gate behind them on the freight elevator that creaked and groaned as it slowly rose to the second floor.

Once inside she turned and kissed him fully on the mouth. Her breath was hot and tingly like the apple brandy. She lifted his hands to her breasts inside the leather jacket. Through the lacy tank top he ran his thumbs over her nipples. That's when he felt them. The nipple rings. Instantly his crotch jumped. This was unfamiliar territory to him, and he found it tremendously exciting. She continued to press her mouth on his, to push her tongue into his. He slid his hands under the tank top. He caressed the soft curves and then he found the rings with his thumbs. He felt where they entered and exited the sides of her erect nipples. He ran his index finger around the circumferences. The tip of his finger would just fit into the ring. The unyielding hardness of the metal contrasted with the softness of her flesh. His expanding penis strained at the front of his jeans.

He peeled her jacket back off her shoulders and down her arms. Kissing hungrily at her neck, he lifted her tank top to her throat. He pulled back to admire her adornments before lowering his mouth to one of her breasts. The steel ring felt odd on his tongue. He flicked it up and down with his tongue, tickling the tip of her nipple. He wondered if that caused her any pain. If it did, she seemed to enjoy that as she pulled him off and pushed his face over on to her other breast. He took the ring in his mouth and gently bit down on it with his teeth. He could hear/feel the metal as he grasped it in his incisors. It felt like two glasses coming together. He gently tugged on the ring. She moaned in encouragement. 

After a few minutes of amusing himself with the novelty of her breast jewelry, Adam lay a line of kisses down her belly, stopping to play with the navel ring that had first caught his attention, before continuing down to her waistline. He unzipped her jeans and pulled them over her hips and down her calves. On his knees in front of her he began to tug at her black panties. Then he stopped. Peeking out from openings of her underwear was a hint of tattoo. On either side he saw bits of foliage seeming to grow out and down her inner thighs. He pulled the panties down and away.

She was completely shorn of hair. Her mons was as smooth as her belly. A bouquet of leaves and tiny white flowers blossomed where her pubic hair had grown. And at the delta where her legs came together, right where the slit of her sex ended, was one perfect blossom. Staring at it in fascination, he recognized it as a depiction of an apple blossom. And at the very center of it, where the stamen would be, the bud of her clit poked out. He bent forward to taste her with his tongue. He dabbed at her center. A sharp inhalation came from her.

He laid her back on the floor and parted her knees. He reveled in the artistry someone had performed on her skin, in her most private parts. All around her lips and starting down her thighs were the greens and whites and pinks of this tattooed floriculture. Adam had never seen anything like this. He knelt to swab her with his tongue again. The smoothness of her skin under his nose was strange, yet inviting. Like a bee gathering pollen, he stuck his tongue out as far as he could, lapping the center of the blossom again and again. She began to move her hips up and back, pushing herself against his tongue. She groaned her approval. 

"Yes!" she hissed as he circled her clit with his tongue. 

He pulled back to admire the ink work again. The resemblance of a woman to a flower finally dawned on him. Indeed, as he gazed upon the flower of her sex, uncovered and unashamed, he thought it the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He carefully pulled back the petals of her orchid and pushed his tongue into her depths. He reached up and tickled her navel ring and then stretched to grasp the ring on one of her breasts. Her nipple was almost as hard as the steel piercing it. She placed her hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze and pinch her nipple and to tug on the ring which fired off shock waves of sensation through her body. She bucked and twisted against his mouth. When he returned his tongue to center of the blossom, tickling her clit, she spasmed in climax, her stomach muscles contracting and expanding uncontrollably, as the floodgates opened and the orgasm washed over her.

She lay limp, wrung out. He watched her breasts rise and fall as her breath began to regulate itself again. Then Adam became acutely aware of his own needs. While she continued to catch her breath, he stripped off his jeans. Rising over her, he pointed his erection at her opening. She took his cock in her hands as if to guide him into her, but then she stopped. He was confused as she began to stroke him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft and he could feel his passion rising quickly as she wiggled out from under him. He was still unsure of her agenda. She moved behind him where she could reach around and continue to stroke him. She began to jerk him off faster and faster. He didn't want to come like this, but it was too late. Before he could stop her, thick white syrupy ropes erupted from the end of his cock, spilling out over her hand and on to the floor. She continued to stroke him until the pulsating subsided and he began to soften in her hand.

"You'll have to go now," she whispered in his ear as she began to get up. 

"But, wait," he stammered, bewildered. 

"Now," she demanded and got up and went to the bathroom. Still in a daze he gathered up his jeans, put himself together and let himself out.

For days afterwards he continued to replay the events of that night in his mind. On the bus he imagined the exquisite details of the tattoo on her hairless cunt. What must it have felt like as the artist's needle penetrated her most delicate skin? Did adrenaline rush into her blood as he (or was it a she?) tinctured her cleft. In the elevator he would remember the feel of her nipple ring in his teeth, the taste of the stainless steel. Reading but not reading the paper he would recall how she cried out in pleasure when he played his tongue across her clit. But then he would remember how she had escaped him. How she had quickly milked him until he was drained but unsatisfied. How she had left him spent and soft but still wanting.

It was several weeks before it occurred to him, before all the pieces fell into place. And it was several more before he worked up the courage. But once he'd determined what to do there was no going back. Then, one night he ventured back into the Paradise. He ordered up a calvados, drank it, and ordered up another. The brandy ignited in his chest. He began to scan the crowd for her. When he found her she didn't see him. Adam walked up behind her and gently took her wrist. She turned in an instant with a "what the fuck" look on her face followed by an "oh, it's you again" when she finally recognized him. 

"I've got something to show you," he said pulling her behind him. 

She resisted but he had a firm hold on her. 

"Trust me. I think you've been looking for this." 

Intrigued, she relented and followed Adam to the exit. He led her toward her own loft. 

"What? What is it you needed to show me," she pleaded. But he refused to answer.

Inside the elevator he pushed her against the wall as the motor protested and lifted the load. He put his mouth on hers, opening it wide and invading hers with his tongue. He squeezed her tits under her shirt and felt the rings in her nipples. They jutted out and he wondered if she weren't in a constant state of arousal. 

Upstairs he invited her to sit on the end of the couch where he clicked on the floor lamp. Standing in front of her he unbuttoned his jeans, peeled down his briefs and stepped out of his clothes. There it was, coiled around his right thigh, a beautiful emerald boa constrictor. It wrapped four times around his upper leg before dipping over his hip bone and across his abdomen. The last six inches of the snake's neck and head began to rise in front of her. The skin was smooth and naked, like a reptile's scales, and had an iridescence almost like a peacock's feathers. From the tip of his cock a two tined tongue was painted down the underside of his head. The "snake" mesmerized her with its exquisite beauty. As she imagined him fully erect under a tattoo artist's hands, receiving the dye, a rush came over her. She leaned forward and took the head of the boa in her mouth. Then she slowly swallowed down to where his pubic hair used to be. She licked up and down as her fingers explored the details of his stain. 

She stood up, shedding her own clothes. He reached in between her legs as their lips met. She was slick with arousal. The very idea had excited her beyond anything she had experienced before. Hooking one hand under her knee, he pulled her leg up and open. This time she guided him straight into her. They made love in a primal, primitive way, like the first man and woman. His cock slid in and out, past the center of her white blossom. She watched the green body invade her and withdraw. They felt the sensations rising in each of them, rising together. He grasped the fleshy mounds of her behind and pulled her deep on to him. Her knees buckled as they were overtaken by the climax and they slumped to the couch. Finally, he had the knowledge of her he had been hungry for. The taste was sweet. Ah, Eden.

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Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



Forbidden Fruit Ch 1: Look But Don't Touch

I was drunk, beyond drunk actually... I started before the party. There were a few people invited that I didn't want to see, so I figured if I was thoroughly liquored up it wouldn't matter... I probably wouldn't see them anyhow... It was a good plan, of course I was already half lit by the time I realized it was a plan at all... but I liked it so it was the plan

It backfired, of course... Don't plans always do that? You showed up late, and though I wasn't suppose to care or be upset, I was. I'd been fighting this attraction for months now, telling myself it wasn't right or fair, that I liked your wife, that I was dating your brother... a million other reasons I couldn't do anything about the attraction...

It was difficult, because you were always teasing, flirting, taunting. Sometimes I was sure that you knew, that you were encouraging me... You were testing the limits just like I was. It started innocently enough. A look we would share when dirty jokes came up, throwing double-entendre back and forth. Everyone ignored it, thinking it was my usual flirty banter, but there was a look in your eye, sometimes, that made me wonder...

You started calling me "Tits" one day, because of this shirt I like to wear. Its low cut, sort of a tank top, see through and most of the guys tease me, tickling and tormenting, hoping that the shirt is as precarious as it seems, hoping that I will fall out as I squirm and struggle away...

I thought it was funny, though every so often I'd get a bug about it and start getting offended... That was when I started calling you "Cock" It seemed the appropriate response... Everyone thought it was funny. "Hey Tits!" "Yeah, Cock?" they'd laugh and we'd smirk. 

After a while, it seemed more like an endearment, and that was when the other things started. The hugs would last a minute too long. I'd be snuggling on the couch with your brother, and you'd sit on the other end of the couch with my legs stretched across your lap. It seemed harmless to everyone, I'm that feline sort that is happiest snuggled or stretched in some awkward position (and didn't that get enough taunts, my being flexible...)

The lights went out one night while we were all watching a movie, I went to stand, rubbing my calf along the inside of your though as I stood, taking my time about it. I put my hand on your shoulder for support as I stood, my breasts in your face as I almost fell into your lap. The others teased about my being clumsy, but not you... You just smiled at me as I found the light switch and sat down again. Of course, I had to take the same painstakingly slow process sitting, so that I could get as comfortable as I was before...

One night when we were all out together, at a bar I think, you came up behind me, wrapping your arms around my waist and putting your chin on my shoulder. Your lips brushed across my cheek, your breath against my throat. I shivered and snuggled into you, giggling as you accidentally brushed your hands across my breasts, somehow managing to rub your thumbs across my nipples...

Another time, we were all out at dinner, you were sitting beside me. I squirmed around; trying to get comfortable but just couldn't do it. Finally I put my leg across your lap, kicking off the shoe on that foot. You teased about "footsies" and I just smirked.

I was wearing that black baby doll dress I found at a thrift store once, it was a bit short but I loved it... or maybe that was WHY I loved it... The dress pulled up when I stretched my leg out, showing a glimpse of black satin beneath. You muttered something about being a gentleman, tugging it down slightly... But not far, your hand 'casually' fell onto my thigh.

Your fingers kneaded the soft flesh of my inner thigh, rubbing back and forth. I shivered every time you pulled at the skin, shocks moving upward and back down again. I shifted, bringing your fingers higher, beneath the table where the others couldn't see. I leaned forward; elbows on the table, pulling the guys across from us into a conversation about something I knew didn't interest you. They didn't seem surprised that you ignored the conversation and just sat there, looking something between dazed and bored...

Your fingers brushed back and forth, shifting higher then drifting away. I was playing with fire, and that made it even better. I crossed my arms on the table, pressing my breasts against them so they couldn't see my hard nipples rubbing against the cold metal lining on the tabletop...

I shifted the conversation again, so that it would become a debate between the other two... I was having difficulty keeping my thoughts coherent, fumbling over my words as I tried not to let on that anything was up... You glanced over at me, smirking as your fingertips brushed higher, pressing just under the edge of my satin panties.

The waitress came with the bill, and you sat up straight, reaching for it. Smirking again at me while I tried NOT to be obviously disgruntled or distracted... I had been so close... I squirmed free when you tried to trap my leg between your thighs, practically running to the restroom to finish what you had started...

After that, nothing happened for a long time... Three or four months... I thought maybe you'd been embarrassed after the last incident, or that you'd decided I was a slut... We were never alone during that time and I started to wonder, because of the way your wife looked at me, if you had told her.... 

I tried to use the time to get over it, going through the million and ten excuses, reasons that I couldn't do what I had been doing, tempting and taunting you... It would ruin friendships, possibly your marriage, but I just couldn't manage to care...

That was another reason I got drunk that night, the night of the party... I thought I wouldn't be tempted, but like I said... It backfired.

You sat in the big recliner, the one you always claimed at my house. I pushed aside the footstool, kneeling at your feet. Someone made a joke and you smirked, saying that's why I was your concubine... We put in a movie, killing the lights. I was so sleepy, so comfortable. Your hands were moving through my hair, as if you had to leave your mark on every curl and strand... As if you hadn't already managed to claim me without even trying...

I lay back, resting my cheek against your thigh as the movie continued. We both had our eyes closed; the others thought we'd fallen asleep, commenting it was cute that even in your sleep you played with my hair (Tangling it beyond toleration, by the way...)

It seemed accidental, at first, when you tugged on my hair, pulling me into a different position. I followed without thinking, snuggling down again as you let go. I rubbed my cheek against your thigh, smiling to myself as I realized where you had placed me... I stayed very still for several moments 'falling asleep again' making sure that nobody was looking...

You tugged at my hair again, wrapping a length of it around your fist as you pressed against the back of my neck. It pushed my cheek down, and I could feel how hard you were. Hot, too, like putting my face against a window in the middle of the summer... I purred softly as you pressed and pulled my head along the length, using me to stroke yourself...

There was something just a step beyond erotic to it... Surreal. I felt that we had shifted into another reality, where the games we played were part of a larger game, one that could be completed... I felt that I had truly become your concubine, kneeling at your feet, and you my Master, manipulating me for your own pleasure...

The moment was broken, as moments are wont for doing. The movie ended. I sat up, yawning, and smirked at the look of frustration that you couldn't manage to hide from me. It felt like justice, after what you'd done at the restaurant (ignoring, of course, the fact that I had technically instigated it all) I made a round of drinks for everyone, then casually glanced in your direction saying that I wanted to listen to music in my bedroom.

I threw in the first CD that I found, which happened to be Enya, appropriate to the mood I was in, and had hoped to set (though I couldn't admit that until much later, thinking over everything that had happened). It was dark in the room; I opened the window to let in a slight breeze, looking outside while I wondered whether you would actually follow, or if the courage had run out. It was risky, dangerous, exciting... I hoped you would be smart enough to tell me no, even as I prayed that you wouldn't even consider resisting it.

The door clicked. I glanced up, relieved and anxious... Wondering whether things would continue, whether they should continue, or if you had come for a 'Talk'. You glanced at the bed, but sat in my computer chair, leaning forward with your elbows on your knees. "I told the others you and I had to have a serious talk." My heart sank and I looked away. You tapped on the arm of the chair and scooted it forward, your voice dropping just to a whisper "So no one will interrupt us."

I held my breath as I looked up; you were sitting back in the chair again. You smiled, and I knew you had something in mind, and it was going to be devastating. "You can look" you said, undoing the button on your pants, pulling down the zipper. "But don't touch." You pushed the jeans further down on your hips. I was surprised, even after having felt its heat and length against my cheek, as your erection sprang out.

My mouth watered, I giggled; it seemed to be waving at me. You smirked and wrapped your fingers around the shaft, slowly moving your hand up and down. You were saying something, but it didn't seem important, whatever it was. My tongue ran across my lower lip as I watched you brush your thumb over the head, circling and spreading the bead of pre-cum that had seeped out. I remembered the way your thumbs had brushed across my nipples the night in the bar, the way your fingers had moved against my thigh. I slipped off the bed, moving to kneel beside your chair.

It would be easy to lean forward, open my lips, snake out my tongue, but you shot me a warning glance and I sat up straight again, though I knelt at your feet still. I watched, mesmerized, as you pumped your hand along the shaft, amazed that I could feel jealous of that hand. Your eyes drifted closed as you continued, fluttering open occasionally to make sure I was still watching.

I whimpered, clenching my hands into fists, fighting down the urge to disobey that one command. You made an answering sound, a soft groan that told me that this was difficult for you as well... You wanted more, but you didn't dare. I bit my lip, shifting forward slightly the next time you looked at me. My lips parted and you groaned again, shifting toward me. 

I wasn't sure I dared, but I had to try. Some sort of logic told me that the boundaries had been exceeded already, that anything more that happened would only be icing to the cake. I wanted, more than anything, to get a taste of that icing...

I put one hand on your arm, tugging lightly as your fingers reluctantly released the grip. I could still see the glistening of wetness on your thumb, and I knew what I meant to do only a moment before I had sucked the digit between my lips, swirling my tongue around the tip of the finger as I would elsewhere, if you would but countermand the previous order. That was important, as much as I wanted and needed more, I wouldn't do it without permission... It had to be a mutual thing in every way. Nothing would break my heart more than to learn, later, that you had claimed that I had everything to do with it. Even if it was only an excuse for appearance sake... 

You groaned. I rose up onto my knees, pressing myself along you as I moved to wrap one arm around your neck. I kissed your cheek, not daring to try for more, letting my body speak the questions I had. I could feel a twitching against my belly as you groaned again, pressing your face into my hair.

The answer was a breath across my ear, half whimper and half moan. "Yes..." Your lips moved against my throat, then across my cheek, finally pressing against my own lips. I shuddered, giving in to the kiss that I had wanted since I met you, several years ago. I sighed, my lips parting, and you took advantage. Tongues caressed, exploring and tasting. It was the essence of passion, as I had always known it would be...

We pulled away eventually, both gasping for breath. I sank down to the floor again, letting your length rest in the valley between my breasts as I waited, again, for your answer. This time it was not verbal... Your fingers tangled in my hair again, gently encouraging me into the right position. 

I breathed lightly, blowing soft air as my tongue traced around the head, then dipped into the tip to collect more of that essence I craved. Icing, cakes, some random analogy. Now was not the time for thought, as that might lead one or both of us to hesitate, change our minds, and that couldn't be allowed to happen. 

I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking lightly as I pulled the shaft into my mouth. Your hands directed, your voice soft as you told me what you wanted. The pace picked up where you had left off, just a step below fevered. My jaw ached slightly but I didn't stop. Some vague thoughts about earnest rewards, it didn't matter. I could feel the tensing as your hands tangled tighter in my hair, pushing me down even as you whispered a warning you knew I would ignore. It was like a volcano, erupting into my mouth as my throat worked to swallow everything.

Your hands fell away, you sighed as I continued, making sure to get the last, then sat up. I made some quirk, quoting some coffee commercial "Good to the last drop" You laughed. The moment fell into comfortable silence, not awkward, as I had feared. I sat back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. Whatever, if anything would happen next, it had to be at your direction... 



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



To start out my story, my name is Tere and I work in a man's prison. I see naked men all day long at work, and guess what, I get paid for it. I am a 45 year old woman, who loves young guys, and get really turned on when I see a hot stud, strutting his stuff. I am 42DD 28 38 so as you can tell, most men are turned on by someone who is built like me.

I have guys flirt with me daily and I stay horny all the time. It is not only inmates but also the guys I work with who get turned on by me.

For over a year now, I have had a Black Officer, Otis crazy over me. He knows where I live, and follows me around. I decided after he repeatedly asked me out, to finally give it up and go out with him. Our first date consisted of us getting dressed up and going to a country western bar, and sitting there with a few others and drinking and dancing. After a few drinks and dancing, we decided to leave and go to his house. We decided to relax while we were drinking the 12 pack of beer that we bought. We sat around watching Tv and after a while we were kissing and necking. Next thing I had my shirt off and was sitting there with my bra and jeans on. Otis then instructed me to remove my bra so that he might see my huge boobs. He took one is his mouth and was sucking and licking on it, and that is when I told him I wanted him to bite it, and I meant really hard. I get turned on by this, and wanted him to bite hard. I was so turned on by the pain, it felt so damn good to have him sucking and biting on them. By this time, I was so very wet with excitement that it didn't take long till I was completely naked. I had never been with a black guy before and was getting really excited knowing I was going to have his cock deep inside of me. I had him take off his clothes and my tongue was itching to lick and suck that huge cock. I took that big, cock in my mouth and kept nibbling and sucking on him for what seemed like hours. I was so exited that the juices just flowed and flowed. When he finally stuck that huge monster in my pussy I knew I could never turn away from Black Cock again. It was such a wonderful feeling to have something that huge inside of me. 

I could not believe that I had gotten to the ripe age of 43 before I had been with a black guy. I found out why so many say that when you go black, you never go back. Most white guys are sadly missing in the size department, with their puny little white dicks. The size, taste, and action of a black cock says it all. Awesome. To actually be tasting and touching that forbidden fruit, is indescribable.

Otis went down on my pussy and as he was running that tongue up and down my pussy and clit, I was going wild with excitement. I was finally begging him to fuck my pussy, I wanted that black cock inside me so badly. When I finally had that cock inside of me, he rode me and rode me and rode me, and then we changed positions many times, but I wrapped my very flexible legs around his neck and brought that cock deeper inside me. We fucked all night long, in every way possible. I had that huge cock deep inside of my ass and it felt so good. I love being fucked in the ass, I have so many orgasms when being fucked in the ass. If you ever say no, you won't be fucked in the ass, you really don't know what an awesome feeling that you are denying yourself.

I raised up so that I could see that black cock going in and out of me, and the contrast of my very white skin to his very dark skin was an absolute turn on. I ended up with this huge hickey on my neck, and it was impossible to hide, but thank goodness I didn't have to show all the passion marks on my body, because I was covered by them. 

My first experience with being fucked by a black cock, and turned me on so much, that I finally know what I have been missing all these years. I look at black guys in a whole new light now.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



"You know, if I could just find a man like Jason, I would probably let him have his way most of the time without even a fight. Just my luck, you know. The one man that would be perfect for me, and he is off-limits because he came from my womb! That's the fucking story of my life. My soul mate comes along and he happens to be my own son! Some lucky bitch will get to marry him and live happily ever after!" Valerie complained to her best friend Melina about her unusual predicament. 

"Not to put down your son, Val, but what makes you think that he is so perfect for you? Isn't this the same guy who hops from one bed to the next and deems it a favor to you that he wears a rubber? At the rate he's going, he's gonna make you a grandmother before you're 40. He's always looking at me that way too! I know he flirts with me, though I have to admit that I flirt back with him. He also flirts with my sister, and she is only 16. 

"I personally think that he has no preference in women. He just likes all of us and can't make a decision. If you weren't his mother, he'd fuck you and not care a bit that you're twice his age. It's not too bad for me, since I'm a slut and admit to it. However, he's unavailable to me because he's the son of my best friend," the 24 year old said to her 36 year old friend. 

"Melina, I'm shocked at you! You call yourself a 'slut' and then look down at Jason for being the male version of the same thing? For the record, I'm glad that he is having his fun, as long as he wears a rubber until he goes to college. It is a favor to me. I begged, pleaded, and urged him to always wear a condom when he fucks a girl he doesn't know well. All I care about is that he doesn't catch a disease or knock some girl up before he can provide for her. His willingness to do so shows that he is a more mature guy than most his age. A girl should be so lucky as to sleep with him. Hell, if he weren't my son, I'd climb into bed with him and not even think twice about it!" Val objected to her friend's reply. 

"Chill, Val, baby! I didn't mean that he was a bad guy. Like you said, I'm a slut and not such a terrible person because of that. I just meant that he wasn't really good for you. I mean, I hate to break it to you, dear, but he couldn't be faithful to anyone. That includes his own mother. It's not that he's evil. He's not husband material, though he would be otherwise, if he weren't a natural lecher. I know that, because I am the female version of the same thing. I could never stick to one man at a time, so I don't bother with it. I don't want to break some good man's heart. I'm not bad. I'm just very wild and loose with sex. I like my men too much to be a one-man woman. Jason is the same way with women," Melina explained. 

"Okay, I get what you meant. However, I have read some swingers' stories and watched some movies about it. I wouldn't mind that lifestyle. It's just the whole incest thing that would bug me. I could accept him having other women, though I would prefer that he cut back to a few favorites if he was to be mine. That's mainly because I want a man around more and I would want to know the sort of women who would be pleasuring my lover. I'd want to make sure that they were good to him. Hell, I could even fuck them too, if he wished. My only qualms are about incest. He's my son. I would even share him with you, if he weren't my flesh and blood. I can't get past that issue. It's too bad, because he'd be ideal otherwise. Hell, he'd be fantastic," Val bemoaned her fate. 

"Valerie, Valerie, Valerie! I am completely stunned, and here I thought I knew you! You can accept swinging or poly, but incest is strictly taboo, huh? Listen, babe: do yourself a favor. This is just some advice from me. Screw the taboo! Yes, he's your son. So what? Who is being harmed? It's certainly not you. You'd have the ideal partner for you, as you just admitted to me. Nor would he be harmed. He'd have the best lover for him. You'd be the perfect significant other for Jason. Think about it. You would be at least one lover with whom he wouldn't need a condom. I think that you should reconsider it. I admit, of course, to ulterior motives, since I know that you would share him with me. However, that doesn't make my arguments completely self-serving or even irrational," Melina urged her girlfriend. 

"What about if he knocks me up? A child from incest would have a very difficult life, including possible deformity and other negative things like social scorn," Val countered, although some part of her knew that she was simply in the process of letting her friend convince to do what she really desired. 

"You'd be a great choice for the mother of his kids, or at least one of them. I'd want to be the other woman to carry his baby. Val, honey, that whole incest thing is an exaggeration. You generally need several generations of consistent and nearly exclusive inbreeding to produce those kinds of recessive traits. Check the facts again. You're a wonderful mother and lover, so combining those roles is very efficient, too. 

"Remember when you told me that you stood up to his father and demanded that he not be circumcised? That was your protective, maternal instinct at work. He has always been the most important person in your life, so why not defy a mere taboo to make his life better? After all, you would know where he was at night and with whom he would be sleeping. Who loves you more than him, aside from me? Who loves him more than you? 

"Would you rather his condom broke and he knocked up some strange girl, who would collect child support for a kid that he wouldn't get to see much? Would you prefer that he somehow caught an STD or HIV? Valerie, the most loving thing you can do, for both yourself and your son, is to take him as a lover. If you or I carried his babies, we could make it easier for all of us. He wouldn't have to pay child support, since he could more actively provide for us and the kids. He could be a more involved and responsible father, without any loss of his future ambitions. We could all raise them together," Melina further argued in favor of her new idea, which frankly excited her more by the second. 

"My God, Melina, that is the most extraordinary argument I have heard for incest, ever! Okay, you have convinced me! I'll do it, on a few conditions. Number one is that you become his other lover. You have no SO, after all. It might be good for you too. Number two is that you agree to carry his other child, as you said. The next one is that you try to persuade your sister to become his third lover, once she is old enough. I think that with 3 women, Jason would be a satisfied man without any real motive to chase a lot of girls. We could take care of his needs and he would probably keep us happy too. The last requirement is that you become my lover too. I have had some fantasies about you, and I see no reason to balk at bisexuality, when I am agreeing to incest and plural marriage. How about it, girlfriend?" she emphasized the "girlfriend" part. 

"Agreed. We have a deal and I'll abide by it. The next stage is seducing him. That should be easy enough. It's not as if he would find you unattractive. You would just have to convince him. I have another confession to make. I don't know how you feel about this, and you could keep your deal with him normal, but I want to belong to him. Well, actually, I want to belong to both of you," Melina declared. 

"Well, of course, you'd belong to both of us, dear! You'd be our girlfriend, just as I would belong to both you and him and he would belong to the two of us," Val responded, evidently not grasping Melina's meaning. 

"That's not what I meant, Val. I want to become a slave. I want you and Jason to dominate and own me. I even have an idea of how it would work. My pussy would belong equally to the two of you, while you would have the primary rights to my mouth and Jason would control my ass. I know it's another shocking notion for you, but that's how I feel. If you prefer a vanilla arrangement, well, there's always Jason with whom you can have that. Won't you do this for your girlfriend? I'd kiss you, lick your pussy, and rim your ass. I'd suck Jason's cock before, during, and after he fucked your holes," Melina clarified. 

"Well, are you sure about this? It's pretty extreme? Where are you getting these ideas? I mean, I'm not so sure about anything more than playful, light bondage during a night of great sex. I'm not sure I could submit to someone on a permanent basis. I want to be a good lover for my son and you, but I also want to make sure that you are able to handle this kind of arrangement. You're a tad kinkier than even I realized," Val probed her friend. 

"Well, it's from these Gorean sites that I've looked up. I'm not just talking light bondage, Val. Please let me do this for you and Jason! You don't have to submit to anyone! I would submit: to you! I'd be a kajira, a pleasure slave, with my sole purpose in life to satisfy my Master and Mistress, which would be Jason and you. I know that I want this! I knew it the second I read about it. It's exactly the life that I want, and you and your son are the perfect people to dominate me! You can fuck each other as equals, but then have your way with me! If you have a fight, you can both take it out on me! Your relationship would probably be healthier for it!" Melina begged Val. 

"So, you'd give up all of your rights for life? Is this a reason behind your arguments about incest? You've wanted to serve a couple, and you'd thought of us as the best one to do it?" Val inquired. 

"It's a factor, but as I said, it's best for both of you. You need us, I need both of you, and Jason needs both of us. I would sign a contract and give the two of you full rights to me. I'm fairly sure that that I am a born submissive, Val. I would still work with you, but only if you wished it. I could stay at home, if you preferred that instead. I beg you to accept me as your slave!" Melina pleaded again. 

"Damn it, Melina, are there any more surprises you're planning to spring on me? Let me know right now, if you please," Val insisted. 

"No, Val. There are no more. I want to service you and your son. I also want you to enjoy him. I'm your best friend. You're mine. I trust you. Please, let me help you seduce Jason, and then let me serve both of you. I'll be a very good and obedient slave, which means that I'll do anything you wish of me. There will be no rules, exceptions, or even safe words. There doesn't even have to be contract, unless either of you want one," Melina suddenly groveled. 

"But I don't want to lose you as a friend, Melina. How can you be my best friend, if you're always obeying and serving me? Won't this replace our friendship, fun, and girl-talk with your constant kow-towing to me? What if Jason does something that you don't like? You wouldn't feel free to complain about it, would you?" Val worried. 

"I would only complain about it if given permission to do so, but I wouldn't mind that. Besides, I don't think that I'll have any real complaints. Please understand that I want you and your son to have their way with me, and even be a little cruel now and then, if it suits you. Also, I have no desire to stop being your friend. I would love for you to continue our girl-talk, our fun times, and our friendship. We would just be lovers and Mistress/slave as well as friends. 

"Of course, that would be up to you, but it pleases me a lot that you express a wish to keep our relationship friendly. I would certainly not want to sacrifice our friendship for a new one. I just want to expand our relationship into new aspects, babe. We could even act normally in public, if you wish. You could use different signals to indicate when I have gotten out of line and need to behave myself, lest you decide to punish me. That would be up to you, although I kind of like the idea of maintaining a façade that nothing has changed around our vanilla friends, while becoming more brazen in D/s circles," Melina admitted with a mischievous grin. 

"So, in essence, you think that I should take my son as my lover and accept you as slave to both Jason and me. Are there any limits or rules under which you would surrender your freedom to us? I mean, what if we wanted to tattoo or even brand you? What if we wanted to keep you in a cage most of the day, only letting you out when it pleased us? What if we wanted to make you drink our piss? Wouldn't you object to any of that?" Val tried to think of the most extreme scenarios, which would presumably frighten her into some reasonable limits. 

At the very least, Val wanted to make sure that Melina didn't get into a situation that she later resented. She also feared that she might enjoy dominating Melina too much, or that her son might become a cruel Master to her best friend. As much as she loved and admired her son, she had doubts that anyone could take that much power without it going to his or her head. 

"Val, my love, I would do any of the above, without reservation or hesitation. My body is already yours and Jason's. All you would be doing by accepting that is simply formalizing what I already feel. I've really been biding my time, until you and Jason were ready to take me. I've lusted for you for a good 3 years, and I won't even bring up just how long I've wanted Jason. The other partners have lately been my way of avoiding frustration in the meantime. Now that your son is legal and you have admitted some attraction to him, my opportunity is here," Melina assured her friend, making her point with a slight grope of the back of Val's slacks. 

"Alright, Melina, you're mine. You win. I'll share ownership of you with my son. Wait, I thought you said that you had no surprises for me. I also thought that you were shocked at my lack of jealousy," Valerie commented. 

"Yeah, well, I lied. I'm sorry. You can punish me if you wish, but I lied," Melina winked at her new Mistress. 

"Don't you mean, 'you can punish me if you wish, Mistress'? Anyway, I'll let it slide this time, but no more lies! If you're going to be my slave, my kajira, as you called it, you'll have to be honest with me from now on. Good slaves don't lie to their Masters and Mistresses. Now, no groping while we're at Cavanaugh's, okay? Well, not unless we're safely in the ladies' room. We're already late for my son's birthday party. You only turn 18 once. If you keep touching me, we'll be even later and I'll have to tell Jason about our plan a little too early," Val instructed her girlfriend, as they left Melina's apartment to get to the nice restaurant Val had reserved for her son's birthday party. Now there was even more reason to celebrate her son's new manhood: she could legally fuck him. 

Jason had already arrived at Cavanaugh's, of course, and wondered why his mom and her best friend were late. He knew that this was for his birthday, although he would ironically not be allowed to drink, while his mother and her friends would drink quite a bit. Most likely, in fact, he would be the designated driver. Any other man his age would be annoyed, but Jason knew his mom. One way or the other, she always made everything about him, so this would turn out well. His mother wouldn't disappoint him. 

It was true that none of his high school friends could be bothered to attend his party. Well, that was their loss! They probably assumed that it would be no fun, since so many older people were expected to show up. However, they didn't know his mom and her friends, especially Melina. No mothers of his classmates had friends half as cool as his mom's. 

"Oh, God, Jason, I'm sorry! We had a long chat, and time just snuck up on us, dear," Val apologized, as she and Melina showed up at the restaurant. 

"That's okay, Mom. I know how you girls are. It's not like I haven't seen how you two behave. Besides, you were nice enough to plan a special party for me. It's my friends from school that I'm mad at right now. None of them want to attend," he hugged his mother, quite happy that she was nicer than most of the moms he knew from school. 

"Thank you for being so patient, Jason. Believe me when I tell you that it was actually for the best, especially regarding you," Val responded cryptically. 

"How is that?" he naturally wondered, right before Melina gave him a hug and groped him slightly. She had never been so blatant before, although she had definitely flirted with him in the past. 

"You'll find out later, dear. Let's just say that your mother and I have another birthday present for you, although we will benefit as well," Melina answered him even more enigmatically. 

"Well, thank you, gals, in that case! Whatever it is, I promise to be grateful for it," the young man used language that few men his age would (then again, most didn't have mothers like his). 

"So, do you swear to accept it, no matter what it is? Believe me, it will be worth your while," Val probed, while lightly touching Melina's hand. 

"Yes, Mom, I swear to accept it! I mean, it's not like it will be unpleasant, so I have no problem giving you my word as a man," Jason laughed, making a point of his new legal status. 

"Well, when a man gives his word, he keeps it. I've always taught you that. I hope that you listened and will keep your word to us. It won't be unpleasant, I promise. A woman keeps her word too, or should," Val encouraged her son. 

"Okay, folks, let's get inside the damn restaurant, please! I'm hungry!" Melina urged them. 

Val and Jason chuckled at their family friend and followed her inside. Melina often got hungry. They knew her quirks well enough by now, since she was close to both of them (probably due to being between their ages and able to relate to both generations). 

The birthday dinner was nice, even though Jason found himself the object of embarrassing attention when the staff found out. Val and Melina didn't exactly back him up, either. They wanted the "birthday boy" to get his moment of limelight. Val urged them to have some fried ice cream, which was something that she liked to share with her son and best friend. For some reason, it had always seemed normal to the single mom and her small circle to eat from the same plate. There was no shame or worry in it. It was just three people sharing a dessert, with two of them planning to share more than that later.

When Jason, Val, and Melina returned to Val's two-bedroom apartment, the women sprung their first shock on Jason. It was one that they had planned days before their talk. They took out a bottle of beer for each of them, including the young man. This was why they had not done what he expected and drank at Cavanaugh's, Jason realized. They wanted to drink with him, in order to treat him as a grown man and include him in the fun. 

"Well, honey, I know it's illegal, but I doubt that you'll snitch on us," Val told him, when he reacted to the news as a pleasant surprise. 

"Well, I am a grown man knowingly breaking the law, Mom. That's not the action of a rat," Jason grinned. 

Val and Melina hugged him and winked at each other behind his back. The alcohol and his promise would make resisting his present a lot more difficult, so their scheme had a greater chance of success than before, not that it had only a small one anyway. He already had an apparent interest in Melina and his relationship with his mother was closer than most of classmates' connections to their parents. 

"Val, if we're going to give Jason his promised present, we might need a few changes in our living situation. I mean, for instance, you could use a roommate to help expenses. Hell, so could I. I could move out of my place and into the other bedroom, if you wish. My lease is almost up, and I would love to live with you guys," Melina abruptly suggested, once they were all tipsy enough. 





Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



"Well, naturally. We could keep his stuff in the other room, for a while, however. We'd want to keep any outsiders from knowing that anything wilder than a friendship is going on," Val agreed. 

Jason, even sober, would have found this bewildering. Now that he was drunk, it was even more confusing to hear his mother and Melina discuss new living arrangements. There was talk of moving Melina into the apartment, making the rest of the world think that they were only friends (wasn't that actually true), and keeping his stuff in his room. Why wouldn't his stuff be in his room, and where would he sleep? Was Melina his present? Would he be fucking her now? Was that their plan? 

"Mom, Melina, what's going on? What does this have to do with my present? Why would Melina stay in my room? Where am I staying now?" he asked them suddenly. 

"I guess we have you confused, don't we, son? Jason, you're a man now. That means that you have the master bedroom for your use. After all, it's the master bedroom. That means it belongs to the master of the house. That would have to be the same as the man of the house, right? Since you're the only man in the house, that makes you man of the house. This, in turn, means that you're the master of the house. Therefore, my dear Jason, you get the master bedroom," Val grinned, only partially explaining the mystery to her truly perplexed son. 

"Okay, thank you, Mom. I appreciate the logic and my present, but where will you sleep, then?" Jason openly wondered. 

"Well, I'm still the lady of the house, aren't I? Shouldn't I still get to sleep in the master bedroom? Shouldn't I get to sleep in my own bed? You wouldn't kick your poor mother out of her own bed, would you, especially after she offered to share it with you? You're a good son and I'm a good mother, right? We have a good relationship, don't we?" Val pouted, clearly trying to appeal to his sympathy and conscience. 

"Oh, Mom, I'd never kick you out of your own bed! You know that! You're a great mother! It's just that I didn't expect to share a bedroom with you, let alone a bed! What happens when either of us want to bring someone home and fuck them? What about when one of us wants to masturbate? Won't it be a little awkward?" he observed. 

"Jason, dear, that's part of the present, which you swore to accept! I doubt that you'll need to bring a girl home now to fuck her, though you might still want to masturbate now and then. In case you're wondering, which I suppose you are, you'll have a sex slave for your needs right here. Melina will take care of you, whenever you wish her to do so," Val clarified, still leaving out part of the plan. 

"Holy shit! That's my present? Melina is going to fuck me? If so, where? Will we do it on my bed, so as not to rub in your face? What about if either of us gets a wandering eye, Mom? I mean, neither of us is exactly the monogamous type, Mom. For that matter, what about if you want to fuck someone? Should I leave the room? How will we explain it to other people? Will they just think that I'm a 'Mama's Boy'?" Jason demanded to know, very overwhelmed by this kind of information. 

"Honey, do you actually think that I'd overlook that when planning it with Melina? Believe me, dear. A few more parts of your present are yet unrevealed. You won't need to chase a bunch of women, and Melina won't mind sharing you, because your other woman is right here. I am part of your birthday present, which you promised to accept with gratitude, right? When you need me, you can fuck me. When you need Melina, you can fuck her. You'll have two girlfriends, babe. Do you really think that you'll need more women than that?" Val announced to a stunned Jason. 

"You want to fuck me? Mom, I'm your son! Melina is cool with this?" Jason asked her incredulously. 

"Permission to speak freely, Mistress?" Melina pleaded with Val. 

"Certainly, slave," Val smiled at her, increasing the confusion.

"Jason, I'm your sex slave, but I'm also your mother's. You're my Master now. In fact, from now on, I'm not even allowed to call you Jason. I'll call you 'Master', instead. Master needs to know that his slave is very happy to share him with his mother, who is also her lover and Mistress. As a matter of fact, this slave no longer wishes to speak of herself in the first person, unless in public or commanded to do so by her Master or Mistress. This slave is a Gorean kajira, a pleasure slave here to service both of you. Gorean kajiras are not supposed to refer to themselves in the first person. This slave wishes only to be at Master's and Mistress's beck and call, putting their needs and desires first. This slave is content to sleep in the spare bedroom, Master," Melina included the almost-final piece of the puzzle in Jason's mind. 

"Wait a second? Is this a prank, or did Melina just tell me that she belongs to both of us? She is going to pleasure both of us? I share a sex slave now?" Jason reacted with complete disbelief. He had never considered that even a remote possibility, aside from his fantasies. 

"Jason, my love, this is no prank. I promise you that much, and I keep my word. Now, please, my son, accept your gifts as you swore to me," Val backed her friend up. 

"Alright, you have me. I made a promise and it's not one that I would mind keeping, as shocking as it is. Well, you said that it would be pleasant, and neither of you lied! How often does a guy my age get to fuck his own, sexy mom, let alone in addition to a sex slave who just happens to be a close friend of the family? I suppose that I'll have to find out what kind of condoms you ladies prefer, huh? I doubt that I'll need other women now. You're right about that much, Mom. Two girlfriends are enough for most men, at least when they get to fuck them regularly," Jason kept his promise, grinning as he realized that his mother had cleverly ensured that he would not let his inhibitions defeat his lust. 

"Uh, Jason, honey, that's the last part of the present. You don't need condoms with us. Neither of us are afraid that you'll give us something, if all three of us stay faithful to each other. As for pregnancy, I should be so lucky, and so should Melina! We'd love to have your babies, especially since you'd want to be a father someday anyway! Isn't that true, Melina, baby?" Val solved the last riddle. 

"It wouldn't be deformed or anything, Mom? Our baby would be okay?" Jason inquired, mainly to settle his mind about that issue. 

"Our kids will be perfectly healthy, son. I doubt that one generation of inbreeding will result in any real deformity, dear," Val calmed his worry. 

"Would they know that I'm their dad?" he asked for the purpose of clarity. 

"Of course, my love! It's bad enough that your father had to become a loser and a deadbeat, leaving us and never returning to even say goodbye! I hated that you didn't have your dad, but you can be the father for your half-siblings that you never had yourself. Yes, they'll also know that they're your brothers and/or sisters! I want our kids to know the truth, at least once they're old enough to understand it. Until then, you can just be 'daddy'. They'll need a father more than an older brother, honey. Oh, and that will avoid confusion for their other half-siblings, your kids with Melina," Val remarked. 

"Alright, but how do we present this to the rest of the world? What do we say, Mom?" Jason queried. 

"That's up to you, lover. You're head of this household now, which means that you'll have to get used to making the final decisions. I'll advise you, encourage you, and help you, but the final authority is yours, along with the responsibility. Oh, and please call me 'Val' or 'honey' from now on, babe. In public is another matter, of course. I want you to think of me as more your girlfriend than your mother, although I am still both. You don't live under my roof. I live under yours now. You're the boss. 

"You can pick any career you want, though I will give you my frank opinion and urge you to try something with a steady paycheck, for obvious reasons. Hell, you can go to college, if you want, but I'm selfish enough to prefer that you simply took a well-paying job that didn't require homework. Still, I won't begrudge you any ambitions of yours. You still want to be a personal trainer? It sounds like good, satisfying work," Val replied, hoping to encourage her son to take control of their lifestyle now. 

She wouldn't be a slave like Melina (at least not yet), but she was willing to be a traditional wife in this ironically unconventional relationship. It would save her the trouble of worrying about things like that, after all. Furthermore, he seemed mature enough to handle it, unlike most of his classmates. 

"Actually, yes, I do, honey. However, now I will be able to look at those women without being so horny. After all, I'll be satisfied at home. I can live with having two women for the rest of my life. Not calling you 'Mom' at home will be an adjustment, so please bear with me if I sometimes slip? Anyway, I think that we should be discreet. It's not that I am ashamed. It is that incest is illegal in this and every other state," Jason declared. 

"Oh, I guess that was unreasonable of me, dear. Sometimes, you'll still need your mother, won't you? Feel free to call me 'Mom' if you want to. I should have thought about your use of it to show love and respect for me, after all. It seems that you are a 'Mama's Boy', but only in the best sense of the phrase. Just please call me 'Val' or 'honey' sometimes, too, okay? A woman wants to know that she is not too old for her lover, you know," Val reacted with some guilt at her earlier idea. 

"You're right, Mom. I am a 'Mama's Boy', but only because you are my mother. You're too great a mother not to inspire that much affection. You're forgiven, but yes, I sometimes need my mother, at least for advice. I'll call you 'Mom' when it is more appropriate and 'Val' or 'honey' when those are more fitting. Well, I may also take full advantage of our taboo love by calling you 'Mom' when we fuck, just for the fun of it. So, what do you gals say about consummating our new love triangle?" Jason urged them. 

"Yes, Master. Oh, and Master, there will be a third woman in time. This slave will happily seduce her sister into joining this harem when she's older. It will just be limited to two women until then, Master. May this slave suck Master's cock?" Melina interjected. 

"Talia will join us? Well, that's even better? She can sleep with you, I guess. Yes, slave, you may suck my cock. Val, why don't you join our slave in sucking me? I've always wanted two women to suck me off at once," Jason instructed them. 

"With pleasure, honey. Will you please drop your pants, so we can taste you? I can't give you a blowjob if you're still in your pants," Val pointed out with a grin. 

Jason didn't need to be reminded twice. He swiftly stripped, even taking off his shirt and shoes. The girls followed his example by undressing completely, which meant that there were now clothes all over the apartment's living room. It was a good thing that the curtains were down, covering the windows. Otherwise, the other tenants would have seen a threesome in the works. 

Val and Melina hurried to their knees, determined to pleasure their new boyfriend. Val took charge of licking his head, while Melina tackled the job of tonguing his base. Jason still thought that it was surreal, so he half-expected a pinch to return him to reality. Fortunately for him, however, this was reality! He really stood there, while his own mother and her best friend serviced his cock. 

The satisfying sensations of the two mouths on his dick made him unsteady after a bit, so he headed to the master bedroom, his new bedroom, to continue the orgy. He gestured for them to follow him, of course, and they intended to anyway. Their new lover wasn't getting away that easily!

As soon as Jason lay on the bed, Val and Melina resumed their oral work on his cock. This time, however, they reversed their positions. Val went for the base, while Melina sucked on the head. He nearly came three times, while the girls moved their tongues all over his dick. Jason felt the usual intensity of a straining cock yet another time, as his mother began licking his balls. She even started to suck on them, stuffing both of them into her mouth at once. Melina continued to please his dick, so the two women, between them, made it difficult to focus on much beyond the sheer excitement in his genitals. 

"Oh, God, ladies! I'm going to cum very soon, if you don't stop! You want some for your pussies, right?" he warned them. 

"Honey, we can worry about our pussies later. You come first, as the man of the house should. Hell, I've always got Melina to make me cum while you recover. Now, please, stop fighting it and cum on our faces!" Val begged her son, as she was now desperate to see his seed at last. She had waited for longer than she thought, since she secretly wanted him for a while. She just needed a push from Melina to encourage her to act on her desires. 

No longer able to resist, after hearing his mother talk about Melina eating her pussy, Jason splattered the women's faces with his cum. His juice dripped down their lips and chins, as the girls kissed each other at last. Their tongues linked in their mouths, while the ladies wondered what ideas Jason would have when he recovered from his orgasm and likely hangover. Well, that was no problem. They had each other in the meantime, and that would make it easier to wait until he was ready again. Even young men had their limits, especially under the influence. 

"Baby, you have the best ideas," Val whispered to Melina, while cleaning her face of Jason's jism. 

"Thank you, Mistress. Told you so," Melina grinned, as she returned Val's favor, lapping the cum off her chin. 

Her only answer was a slap on her bare ass, before the ladies, both more exhausted and drunk than they thought, fell asleep themselves. 



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



I knew that thinking of him in this way was dangerous, having to work side by side with him on a daily basis, but he looked so good on the plane ride over, he always looked good, but I could tell that he had recently had his hair cut and it suited him. A lot. I could tell, with heat rising to my cheeks, that he had bought some new clothes that fit his trim body perfectly. I had to keep my book handy to hide my blushing cheeks and wandering eyes.

We have been colleagues for 8 years, working alongside one another closely and had developed a friendship over the years, our twisted sense of humour drawing us together, while our colleagues shook their heads as we made each other laugh and hoot and holler through their day. Working together was very enjoyable. Early on I had noticed his good looks and charm, but with us both being in long-term relationships, I merely enjoyed the view and never thought twice of it.

But the familiarity of our friendship increased over the years and I began to find that being in close quarters with him was getting harder and harder. 

And hotter and hotter. 

So going on this conference together was going to be a true test of my willpower. Would I be able to resist touching him? Kissing those full lips? Licking that small area on his neck that begged to be touched? I licked my lips at the thought.

Arriving at the conference, he had left for the afternoon to visit family members living in the area, leaving me to my own devices. 

Having the time to myself, I decided to crawl into the heavenly king size bed, shut the light out and nap the time away, a luxury I rarely got to partake in anymore.

But when I crawled into bed, I found I was unable to sleep. I was so comfortable in that bed, but just tossed and turned. Afternoons had always been my favourite time of day – for napping, and for sex. And today was no exception. Stretching out, naked, under the cool cotton sheets, my mind began to wander. 

And so did my hands.

Grabbing my breasts, I could feel how swollen with desire they had become, my nipples already standing at attention, begging to be fondled. I grabbed them hard and pulled, causing an amazing tingling feeling and increasing the throbbing going on between my legs. I squirmed under the covers, opening up my legs and letting my fingers find their way.

I was pleasantly surprised at how wet I was, and ran my fingers over the silky flesh, inserting one, then two, then three fingers, my thumb rubbing my clit, making me groan quietly, arching my back to feel deeper inside myself and closed my eyes enjoying all the sensations.

His face came into my mind, how he looked this morning, freshly showered and dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing special about his outfit, but seeing him outside the traditional suit that he wore during the week drove me mad. He looked so fresh. He looked so handsome. He looked so do-able.

I closed my eyes and imagined one of the many fantasies I have had about him over the years. We meet in a hotel room, very similar to this one, he asks me to come to his room to pick up some documents, which is of course, totally innocent and plausible. But when I come into the room, he grabs me, slamming me against the door with his body, his hands grasping mine and putting them over my head while his lips and tongue devour my mouth hungrily. I groan at the visual image in my head, my fingers quickening with my breath.

In my fantasy, still against the door, he moves down my body, lips, tongue and teeth, kissing, licking and biting my flesh, making me so turned on and so very wet. He discards my top, ripping through the buttons, pulling my bra off with one hand while the other works on the button and zipper on my pants. Within seconds, I am naked, feeling like a wild animal let loose in the jungle when he lowers himself onto his knees, spreads open my thighs and plunges his warm mouth and tongue into my pussy. My knees almost give out at the sensation, but I find my balance and lean heavily onto the door, only slightly aware of the voices passing in the hallway, which turns me on even more. 

Roughly grabbing my ass in both hands and devouring every inch of me, my breathing increases, barely able to stand the intensity of his lips sucking me, his tongue going round and round, up and down, while one of his hands moves to the front and he pushes two, then three, now four fingers inside me. I am so close now. I grab him and run my hands through his hair, wanting to remember the awesome view of him eating me out. But my vision fades and I am unable to focus, my breath becomes shallow and my thighs beginning to shake. Leaning as best I can on the door, I feel the wave of my orgasm, so incredibly intense and ride it, screaming at the top of my lungs, while my lover continues to go at me, giving me no mercy and making my legs like jelly and I begin to collapse onto the floor. He catches me and pulls me down hard to him, his fingers still inside me, feeling the tightening and release of my orgasm around them and begins to kiss my neck. I lay on the floor, unable to move or think clearly, the vibration that rips through my body is such a pleasant one that I want to feel this way as long as I can.

Back in the real world, I have brought myself to cum, the mere thought of what I had in my fantasy enough to push me over the edge. I lay in the middle of the glorious king size bed, my arms and legs heavy and numb and I smile. "Fuck me" I say aloud to no one. If that, or anything like that ever happens with he and I, I won't be able to stand it. Just the thought of it turned me into jelly.

I lay there for what felt like an eternity, enjoying the pulsing of my body post-orgasm and finally fell asleep, a huge satisfied smile on my lips.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



School was piling up and I needed a break. I couldn't get my mind over the chapters of economics that I still had left do: the notes, the readings, and the understandings...ugh my mind just evaporates at the thought. Spring break is next week and instead of going somewhere warm, sandy, and sunny like all of my friends... I've decided to visit my Uncle Ted and Aunt Tina. I haven't seen them in such a long time. It has to have been at least ten years, well with a small get together somewhere in between then, but none the matter...way too long and I promised my aunt I'd go up to visit. I don't mind seeing them because she has always been the cool aunt. My dad, her brother, is quite the opposite. He's more the stiff hand. I didn't grow up in a liberal household. Everything was either black or white and if you fall out of line; you're out on your ass. So when I visited my Aunt Tina, it was like a glimpse of freedom...moments where I can breathe without suffocation. 

Though I'd much rather be breathing freely; I know how to deal with a heavy schedule now because of my dad. I can go out with friends, work full-time, and go to school full-time. But yes...I get tired. I'm tired at the moment so now I have the perfect reason to visit my Aunt and Uncle, instead of silly little excuses. I have avoided going to see them because ever since I was younger I had a little crush on my uncle. Everyone in my family thought it was cute. I told my aunt that her wedding day to her husband was my wedding day, even though I was the flower girl. I'll never forget that he and I danced at the reception. I guess looking from their point-of-view, it is kind of cute. I was just a little girl who looked up to her uncle. But from my point-of-view, he was the first guy I had ever thought was good-looking that wasn't on television. 

He was African-American and married into a family full of a bunch of crazy white ladies. At first, I was attracted to the color of his skin. Most of the time I never really looked at him like he was my uncle, he was just a man that one day maybe I'd kiss like the adults do. I remember sitting on his lap a lot as a child and comparing his dark shade of mocha complexion against my fair-toned skin. He'd laugh it off stating we are both the same, bleed the same etc... nevertheless I was still intrigued. 

"You are full of shit, just like the color of your eyes," he said mostly when I was in trouble and I'd try to back my way of the hole that I kept unintentionally digging for myself. 

I'd playfully hit him making sure he heard that we had the same color of eyes and that if I was full of shit I had to have learned it from him. He had a simple mind and was very easy to read. He protected me as a child but as I grew up and developed early...my body was feeling things that didn't feel right like I had deeper feelings than just admiration. So I avoided visiting unless it was family reunions and then those even ended because my parents moved out of state. So everything that happened was just sweet innocent fun; though the idea of him and I together never really faded.

In an innate movement, I checked to make sure my phone was nearby. I was going to have to call my Aunt and Uncle just make sure everything was settled and ready to go for next week but before I could find her number, it starts to go off and it's an unrecognized number.

"Hello?" I asked realizing it was the Airport people. "Oh."

I opened up my Mac and turned on my email. Apparently I had received an email stating that my flight was overbooked and that they were looking for those who'd be willing to leave early. I told the ticket lady on the other line that I must have skimmed over that email but I'd be willing to leave a few days early if I had to.... She seemed pleased and hung up the phone. I was going to be arriving three days ahead of schedule. 

Dialing my Aunt's number:

"Aunt Tina? Hey! Okay so bad news...my flight got over booked...yes...I know...but...good news I was able to move my flight up three days...so instead of leaving Tuesday night...I'm leaving Saturday morning. Is that going to work out for you guys? Good ok....that puts my heart at ease. I'm excited to see you. Ted's excited? That's crazy. (*heart pounds a little louder) So you'll pick me up at the airport Saturday afternoon? Ok...thanks....sure that's fine. Bye...love you too...buh-bye"

Ted's excited to see me. Oh jeeze-my heart flutters a little bit. 

My phone buzzes on the table. It's a text from Ted. 

Ted: So a few days early...that's awesome.

Me: Yeah, I suppose. It's going to cut into my packing and school work but I'm sure my professors will work with me.

Ted: They will. How've you been?

Me: Good, you?

I feel like a girl in high school who falls into a trashcan the moment her crush enters the hallway.

Ted: Very good, my new heart makes me feel like I'm 17 again.

Me: Haha...yeah I bet. You're what...a young-old black cowboy now?

My uncle had a severe heart-attack almost 4 years ago where he died on his living room floor and the paramedics had to restart his heart. It was a tragic time for my Aunt and Uncle. I remember seeing my Aunt in a bad place of distraught and my uncle just lying in the hospital bed like he was just an empty body. There was no joy in eyes for a long time. Not until he was able to get on the transplant list and after three long years, he got a heart: a 17 year old cowboy heart.

Ted: Funny Ella. I'm forever young, so any young boys breaking your heart?

Me: Ha, you wish and no...I wish. I haven't dated anyone since I was 18. 

Ted: Why not? You're 21; it's party time.

Me: Some days and because boys are dumb. I like men, there more mature and well you know more experienced.

I looked over that text trying to decide if I should delete it or stay with it...I pushed send. I think this would be a great time to see if there was any awkwardness back then or now...or if it's just in my head. 

I didn't receive a reply right away. What a way to tear at your nerves! I decided after twenty minutes of no reply that I should get my mind off of him and work out. So I put on my work out clothes and pulled out my punching bag from out of my closet. I couldn't help but think about whether he was grossed out, disapproved, or scared to text me back as I started my work out. But I think that fueled my workout because by then end of it...I was on the floor in a pool of sweat and sore muscles. With the energy I had left, I took a shower. Before getting into my pajama's I looked at my body.

I keep up a curvy athletic shape so I don't end up like the rest of the women in my family who are overweight. My C breasts lay in tear drop shapes with my light pink nipples peaking up at you through the strands of my ruby-red hair. Though my cocoa colored brown eyes contrast against my red locks, they match the patch of hair above my sex. I run my fingers through the small patch of hair near my sex and Ted instantly comes to mind. Slipping on my white-tee, I hear my phone buzz in my sheets. 

Ted: What you up to?

(Wow)

Me: Just got out of the shower, you?

Ted: Thinking of you

Me: Me? Why?

Ted: You know why.

(Huh.)

Me: No? I don't.

Ted: You don't think I didn't noticed things as you grew up, especially on your 18th birthday

Me: You noticed me on my 18th Birthday?

Ted: Yes, always. You danced in those red shorts at the club...

He followed me on my 18th birthday. How the hell...why the hell?

Me: You remember?

Ted: I remember a lot of things. I remember that silly crush you had on me.

Me: It was silly yes.

Ted: And now?

Me: Now I'm 21. 

Ted: No crush?

What? Is he suggesting that I still have a crush on him? No!  Well, yes I guess I do. 

Me: Possibly...why? 

No answer. After waiting awake in my bed with no answer for over an hour, I plugged my phone in so it could charge and reluctantly I fell asleep. My mind was trying to figure out why he didn't respond...why he wanted to know in the first place? But with no answer...I wasn't going to get any closure or understanding. So I wasted away into a fantasy:

"Ella, you tired?" Ted whispered low enough so his wife wouldn't hear him in the next room. 

I was in my pajamas; ones that I could wear in front of company and lying in a complex bundle of blankets on the couch. My uncle, who had just gotten a drink, must have noticed my eyes drooping. 

"No, wide awake," I lied. I wanted to stay up with him

"It's okay to fall asleep on me. Come here," he motioned as he sat down on the other side of the couch, directly in front of the TV screen. This was his spot. 

I got up and realized my pajama shorts were giving me a sweet wedge up my ass. I pretended to not notice and leaned onto his massive chest. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and smiled kissing the top of my head. He was warm and smelt sweet; this was nice. After an hour, I found myself sliding down his body, enough to where my head was directly on his lap and I was lying sideways, facing the TV set. I was falling in and out of a deep sleep till I felt something nudge my head. Coming back in, I realized it was his dick. Looking up at the television screen, I noticed he had porn playing. My stomach clenched and I could already anticipate the heat that would begin to radiate between my thighs. 

Porn has always been such a big turn on for me; watching and listening to two-six people fuck each other excited each sensory my body had. So the fact that there was porn on started to get my body fueling up and now here I was lying on my Uncle Ted's lap with his hard-on pressing itself against the side of my head, it was like a TABOO SEXUAL OVERRIDE. 

His hand slid down my body, tickling my skin lightly, as he cupped my ass. I heard him growl or moan as his fingers delved between my thighs. I pretended to be asleep and shift my legs in a position where he could touch my pussy. He hand shot back against the couch as if he'd been caught in the cookie jar but I didn't move. I was enjoying this, my nipples started to harden as his hand found its way back between my thighs. His fingers grazed over my slit, teasing me grazing back and forth, as if he was trying to make the choice to grab the cookie or not, literally drove me crazy. I could feel my pussy moistening. He made the right choice and parted my swollen lips. 

My juices dripped down my thigh and lubricated his fingers. He began to circle around my clit teasing it, waking it. 

Doing the best that I could, I tried to stay quiet. I could feel my clit getting rock hard as each stroke his finger made became more sensitive and strong. Then with the room he had, he slid a finger inside me. Involuntarily, I let out a moan. This was feeling oh too damn good. He paused seeing if my moan meant that I was awake or that it felt like a fucking good dream. Still not moving, he slid two fingers inside me and I moaned more quietly. He was deep inside my cookie jar tantalizing my g-spot; stroking and circling over it. With his thumb, he copied the same movement inside me, on top of my clit. My body convulsed till I climaxed all over his hand. Slowly he pulled his hand out of my pussy and I grabbed it.

"You're awake?" He said as if he expected me to still be asleep. 

"How could I be sleeping with you doing that?" I sucked on his fingers tasting myself.

"Oh Ella," He groaned. 

He knew now that I was okay with this and that this could go somewhere. I slipped off the couch, down between his legs, and rubbed my hands on his thighs. I was going to return the favor. I ran my hand up his cock, over his sweats and smiled. I could feel that he was bigger than any guy I've ever been with up to this point. He moaned as I ran my hand over him again before pulling down his pants. I could see him pressing against the fabric of his boxers saying "Hello, suck me please." I kissed his cock over the top of his boxers, before---

The sound of my alarm clock was blaring. "Fuck," I moaned rolling over in my sheets. I was in a fantasy that was just beginning to get good. "Fuck!" 

I unplugged my phone and saw that I had a new text message. It was Ted.

Ted: Sweet dreams Ella. I can't wait to see you.

"Fuck." The screen moistened from my pussy juice that was left on my fingers. I guess I indulged in myself during my dream. 

Me: I can't wait to see you either.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 01



Callista Monroe entered the shimmering glass high rise that housed the prestigious firm of Tyson, Turner and Tyson, LLP. The rat-a-tat-tat of her heels against the green marble tile of the foyer announcing her presence to the world. Callie Monroe was the type of woman whose presence was always announced. At thirty-eight, she was a full partner at TT&T. A feat that was her greatest accomplishment. And considering her lowly beginnings a rather remarkable one. 

Despite Callie's cool and regal platinum blonde appearance, she had not been born with a silver spoon. Quite the opposite in fact. Callie was 'trailer trash' as it was not so affectionately known. She was the only member of her family to finish high school. Let alone college and law school. Her high school friends...all pregnant before graduation. 

And while Callie gloried in her accomplishments, she felt her isolation deeply. She would never, could never truly fit with the blue bloods from her Vassar and Harvard alumni. But she also truly never could go home again. Even if she wanted to. And who would want to?

So instead Callista Monroe did one thing. And one thing only, she worked. Ninety maybe a hundred hours a week. Even as a partner, especially as a partner. Her latest negotiations in Vegas a complete success...

Well almost. But that didn't count. That was personal. All that mattered was business...and that as always went exactly like she planned. Without a single hitch. 

Pressing the up button on the elevator. Pounding it would be more accurate. Patience was not a virtue that Callie possessed in any abundance. So she saved it for negotiations. The important stuff. And everything else...well, she wanted it when she wanted it. 

Would that damned elevator never arrive? It was 6:55 already. She wanted to get to the office. She had messages to check. Emails to read. And notes to prepare. Before the office started to fill up with people. The doors opened wide as she stepped into the elevator. Pressing the P...penthouse. 

Breathing deeply. Penthouse. How far the little girl from Fayetteville, North Carolina had come. She had conquered the big city, Los Angeles. The City of Angeles. Hell, she had conquered the country. Her expertise in labor law and discrimination made her one of the most sought after negotiators in the country. Not bad Callie girl. 

The door of the elevator opened wide once more to the office suite of Tyson Turner and Tyson LLP. Callie stepped from the elevator and headed straight to her office. Gena her assistant always efficient had turned the timer on the coffee pot for 6:45. Fresh coffee, thank god. Pouring herself a cup she sat behind her glass desk. Turning her lap top on. Eighty-seven new messages. Damn. Since yesterday. Sifting through them: A, B, and fuck it priorities. 

One of the B caught her attention. A reminder. Their summer law interns began today. An attachment included the rather impressive resume of the new law student assigned to her for the next twelve weeks...Donavan Something the other. UNLV School of Law...top of his class...yada-yada-yada. Shit, she hated giving lessons. 

Her mind strayed then to the last lesson she had given. Her hand rubbed the tight muscles of her shoulder at that thought. But damn the kid had been good. But it wasn't the lesson plan she had imagined. This was why she hated teaching. 

Shit! Maybe she could talk Jack Tyson out of this one? He owed her big time after the Vegas trip. Reassign the kid to someone with the patience to handle it. She had work to do. She always had work to do. It was all she ever did. 

Callie focused on clearing her emails. On prioritizing her calls. Three from her mother. Damn, the woman must need money again. Probably her fucking good for nothing brother. In trouble again. Not how she wanted to begin her day. Using the intercom, Gena should be at her desk by now. "Gena, call my mother. See how much this time, please." Crumbling that note, she tossed it in the garbage at her feet. Then she turned back her lap top. Putting the finishing touches on her notes for the Vegas trip. Jack Tyson should kiss her lily white trailer trash ass for the finesse she'd used on this one.

***

Donavan Bradshaw walked into the TT&T building with nothing but business on his mind. The only sound about him was the sound of his boots that seemed to thunder along the hall way as he made it to the elevator. He felt eyes were on him as he moved smoothly across the tile floor. But then again he had become accustomed to that. Being a black male in this country was never easy. He wondered for a moment if the equally black guard would have the courage to question his presence in the obviously upscale office complex...this time. If not he was certain he would eventually be blessed with the experience. He always was. 

His dark complexion was smooth, very clean and at most, alluring to all females around him. His lifestyle was very interesting. Intriguing to some in fact. He just bet especially to the one he owed this visit. It was going to be a total blast from her past. 

Casually he stepped to the elevator at the end of the hall. His dark brown eyes looked the tall metal doors over slightly as he pressed the up button. He then looked at the paper which he held in his right hand. The word "Penthouse" clearly printed on the top of the page in big bold print let he know that he was indeed close. 

He owed her, yes he did. The night got to him as most other things never could. He was accustomed to women...all ages and all shapes and sizes...adoring him. It wasn't something he consciously tried to manipulate. It just sort of happened. But this, Callie, she was something different. 

The doors parted for him and his six foot plus frame passed without any hesitation into the elevator. His fingers searched the buttons lightly as a smile crept across his well shaven face. "Mmmm, penthouse huh. Sounds just like you Callie," he said to himself as the doors closed behind him followed by a 'ding.' Soon, the elevator began to move and he was on his way to talk with the very person that had been on his mind for the past week. 

This internship thing was going to prove to be most interesting indeed. As he neared his destination, he opened his portfolio, looking at a simple sheet of paper. A very legal document. Something that he had drawn up the very morning he woke alone in his bed. His very lovely companion from the night before gone. He had planned on telling the alluring Miss Callista Monroe who he was that morning. But he had never gotten the chance. This document did it for him.

Soon, the elevator slowed, finally coming to a stop on the penthouse floor. His cocky attitude was too strong for him to feel any nervousness about the situation. He supposed that's what happens when you strip for hundreds, even thousands of women a week. The doors parted and let the crisp early morning light shine through the area. The scent of coffee filled his nostrils, letting him know that he was in the right place. 

Silently he stepped off the elevator and began his walk to her office. He walked right past the secretary, ignoring her attempts to get his attention, not hearing her ask him what he was doing there. This was none of her business. Besides, he only dealt with the ones in charge directly. That's how he always was and always would be. His background was pretty cut and dry. A bad boy since his youth, always doing things his way and getting things the way he wanted, nothing less. 

Which was kinda the case in this present position he found himself in. He made his way down the hall. Hearing her sultry southern voice over the intercom, its warm caress igniting the same need deep in his gut. Donavan smiled to himself. His lips curled lightly at each end as he ran his thumb and pointer finger over his well-groomed goatee that was evenly shaved along his jaw line and around his lips. 

Finally he stood before her door. Waiting just a moment he steeled his resolve. "Now is the best time," he whispered to himself. Without bothering to knock, he turned the knob and stepped in, closing the door soundly behind him as to draw her attention. With a smile on his face that was as wide as it was the night they first met, he stepped forward, placing both hands on her desk and gently spoke "Well, hello there, Miss Monroe" Winking, he added, "Or should I say Callie Jean?"

***

Callie looked up from the screen of her lap top at the sound of the door closing. What she saw only made a bad day worse. Two words running through her mind...black mail. She muttered aloud "Son of a bitch." The she hit her intercom button once more to Gena, "Take ALL my calls...and no one enters this office...not even Jack." Especially not Jack Tyson. Breathing hard she gathered her reserves. 

Calming herself, she plastered that same cool poker face that always seemed to win at the negotiations tables back in place. Once more she mumbled to herself. She had come too far for one little indiscretion to fuck it all up. "Get your hands off my desk." Her steely blue gaze met his. Letting him know that he was on her turf now. "I'd offer you a seat but you won't be staying that long. How much now?" 

"Oh I beg to differ," his voice was calm and cool, reserved and well calculated. He kept his position as he looked over to the black folder that his right hand had been resting on. Something he obviously brought in with him. "There is no price. But I want you to take a look at something." He slid the folder her way with a simple flick of his wrist. Then stood up and turned, walking over to the chair that she had so casually referred to and sat down, crossing his hands in front of him. "Make sure you take a good look at everything there, then sign it." His words were a command, not a request.

Callie shook her head. Not a single platinum blonde strand falling from her tight bun. Rule number one of negotiations: don't let them see you sweat. "I'm kinda busy here," she motioned to the stacks of papers about her. "So how about you just summarize it for me? So I can get back to the real world." Her gaze was cold and steely, "You can pick up a personal check from Gena on your way out the door."

Her eyes took in his stunning body sheathed now in a crisp linen business suit. Damn the kid looked almost as good in a suit as he looked in his birthday suit. Almost. But not quite. "I don't have times for your games. What was the price again? $10,000? A bit steep...but hell you were almost worth it." She turned back to the computer screen. "Goodbye, because this is the last of the gravy train pumpkin."

***

A grin slid across his face once more as he continued to sit. This wasn't going to take that much doing once he let her know what was really going on. And who was really going to be calling the shots from this point on. Donavan leaned forward a bit then shook his head lightly "Umm.. Is that any way to treat your intern, Miss Monroe? Because I was under the impression that ALL interns were treated with the utmost respect." 

He paused to allow the significance of his words to sink in. "And furthermore, as far as a 'Gravy Train' goes, things will continue going for however long I want. Now, if you will please read the documents inside and sign them." His voice was calm and still. It had been the whole entire time he spoke to her. He then sat back in his seat, returning his fingers to their previous position.

***

"My what?" Callie opened the folder. More to have something to do while she collected herself than anything else. While she plotted her next point of attack. Rule number two: look like you're in charge...even when you aren't. 

Her eyes began to scan the document. Her golden brows soon knitted together as she found herself caught up in the document. The style was good, even if the content made her cringe. "Who wrote this?" The idea that another person was privy to this information, even if that person was protected by attorney client privilege was disturbing. 

This broke one of Callie's personal rules: you don't shit where you eat. She looked up again, "Who wrote this?" 

Not that she had known where she had been shitting at the time. But that was beside the point. The current situation was unworkable. She was a discrimination attorney. And this was trouble...big trouble. Sexual harassment.

"It matters not who wrote it but since you asked and I am in a generous mood, I'll tell you. I took time to write that out just to let you know that I too am a BUSINESS man. Things that happen on my time, stay that way. And that piece of information I just gave you is to insure that all things that happened, and will happen between us, will stay that way. I owe you, Callista, I owe you big." 

He stood and walked back over to her desk. This time with a little more authority than the last. "In here, you are the boss. I grant you that. But outside, where the office separates from your normal life, I own you.." Donavan's eyes were locked onto hers. His once perfect smile was replaced by the most serious face ever seen on anyone. He meant business and that was for damned sure. 

Slowly he walked around her office, taking in every detail about it. He was very observant. It didn't take him long to make out a mental blueprint of any and everything his eyes touched. His eyes then cast back to her as she sat there. 

***

Callie arched her golden brows and met his stare. Determined to get this situation under her control as much as she could anyway. This would teach her to think with her clitty. "Let me make a few things clear. Mr. Bradshaw. If you wish to continue your internship at Tyson, Turner and Tyson, I will arrange for you to be transferred to another associate...without prejudice of course." 

She heavily emphasized the term associate. Quite a step down from interning for a full-partner. But anyone who dared to black mail her didn't deserve anything else. "Secondly, NO one owns me." Her eyes raked once more across that tall and built body encased now in the traditional blue linen suit and white shirt. Her face pinked slightly at the memory of exactly what he looked like without that suit. And what it felt like, those hard muscles beneath that dark coffee skin moving over her. 

"I am a labor attorney, Mr. Bradshaw. One of the best. I know sexual harassment. My golden rule: don't shit where you eat. Applies here." Pushing the folder back across the desk. "I will speak with Mr. Tyson about that transfer." Her blue eyes met his in challenge. "Assuming of course that you do not feel my presence will constitute an unfriendly work environment." Letting him know that she was in charge, that this was her turf. 

"That's all well and good, Miss Monroe. But you fail to realize, no one is blackmailing anyone here. And furthermore, I don't want to intern with anyone else. You fit the bill quite nicely. And yes, I agree, 'owning' was such a strong word to use but it fit the situation quite nicely." 

***

His dark brown eyes too k in her entire body, remembering what it looked like beneath that non-descript business suit. How her breasts were the prefect size. Damn she was hot. His body instinctively remembered the feel of her moving with abandon beneath him those many nights ago in Las Vegas. His eyes met back up with hers. Silently acceding that he knew this was her turf and he had no intentions of crossing that line here. 

But he had to admit, she had a strong point. "No. No, your presence won't constitute anything like that. In fact, I look forward to working with you in the future. And there's definitely no need to ask Mr. Tyson to look for a transfer. I spoke with him personally to solidify this internship with you." A slightly smug grin played at his lips as he stated that last. Donavan was no one's fool. He knew the game and knew it well. 

***

Callie crossed her hand over the closed folder on her desk. Carefully considering her next move. He had trumped her. If she were one of the good ole' boys, she could march right into Tyson's office and plop down on a chair. Laughingly explaining how this 'little' indiscretion had come back to haunt her and request the transfer. Not only would it not be held against her, she would become the office stud. 

Except she wasn't one of the good ole' boys. She never would be. Considering her options carefully. Weighing the situation. The document at her finger tips was a carefully worded admission of the consensual nature of the relationship. It definitely covered her ass. That was for sure. Opening the folder, she picked up a pen. "If I sign this, I want to make one thing clear. It was just that once. Nothing will happen for this point on. Is that understood?" 

***

With a smirk he slowly nodded his head. His lips sealed from this moment on. He had said all he needed to say. For now. He knew that there was more to come just as well as she did. This was just the beginning. And this would be one hell of an internship deal. Though, this would be one of those times his attitude would get in his way. He thought more about how he would deal with everything from this moment on. "You have my word." Donavan felt he had to at least let her know that he did in some cases agree. But as far as the sex, he would let that be her call, some of the time.

***

Picking up the pen, she signed both copies of the document. Neatly tucking one in her desk drawer, just in case. And passing the other one across the desk to him still in its folder. "If you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Your internship doesn't officially begin until the partners meeting at 9. So until then I'd find some coffee if I were you. I'll make certain that Gena has an assignment for you for this afternoon." Looking him in the eyes once more, she added "I am certain given the circumstances that we can forego the traditional welcoming luncheon."

"Of course," he replied taking the black folder and returning to his seat. "I am sure I will find something around here to keep me occupied for the time being."

Shaking her tightly wound blonde head at that too-cocky smile, she returned to staring at her computer screen. "That will be all. I will see you this afternoon." This day could not get any worse.

Callie rubbed her finely manicured fingernails across her temples. Fuck! This wasn't good. Although she was a powerful labor lawyer she knew the real truth. The double standard was alive and well in corporate America. Especially at Tyson, Turner and Tyson. And that kid was big trouble...for her.

***

Finding this most interesting and comical, he stood as he laughed slightly to himself and headed for the door "So, I will see you at nine then. Wear something revealing." He teased. Without bothering to look back to her, he turned the knob of the door, stepped out and quietly closed the door behind him. His task was done he thought to himself as he looked to the signed paper within the folder. 

Walking past Gena as she sat there at her desk. Her almost completely shaven dark head popped up from the document flashing on her computer screen. His attention wasn't drawn for a second. Donavan made his way back to the elevator doors, pressing the down button. The thought of releasing his pinned up tension that had eaten at him this past week was exhilarating. He knew the battle was far from over. Callista Jean Monroe would fight him...and herself...every single moment for the next twelve weeks. But that was easily overcome as he thought about Callie Jean naked beneath him that night her blue eyes glazed with passion her breathe hot against his skin with each tiny moan. The thought of her alone would be enough until then.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 2: A Fine Line

I spent weeks after that night, wondering, even agonizing. Where might things have gone if someone hadn't started banging on the door? Luckily you'd locked it as you came in, so there was time to adjust. I jumped up, albeit reluctantly, as you did the tuck in and zip up thing. The mirror beside the door showed that my hair had become a wild mane, and I cursed, glaring at you.

Why must you always mess up my hair? I grabbed a brush, yanking it painfully through tangles a couple of times as I unlocked the door and wandered back to sit on the end of the bed. I sat cross-legged, apparently absorbed in my task as I muttered and winced myself through the process of smoothing out my hair. We hadn't been alone more than half an hour, but still there was suspicion in your ride's eyes as he asked if everything was okay.

I shrugged, glaring at him as I answered. "We were discussing my taste in men, and my lamentable tendency to fall for the Wrong Ones. Are you sure you want to be here for that conversation?" He took the statement for the blatant hint it was, closing the door behind him. No, my ex lover definitely did not want to be involved in that conversation.

You smirked, watching as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. The tangles weren't coming out without a fight and I wasn't in the mood to deal with it. Fighting snarls of hair was, at that moment, the furthest thing from my mind. The nearest thing, of course, was you. The moment was over, the spell broken, and I felt somehow cheated.

You unwound yourself from the chair, feline in your smug satisfaction as you moved to stand over me. I felt a hopeful sense of déjà vu, though I suppose that's the wrong word. Is there a term for when you are hoping that something is a repeat of something you've done before? Ah, well, I guess it doesn't matter… You stood at the edge of the bed and I was just at the right height, but there wasn't time for that…

You seemed about to say something as you put a hand on my shoulder, and then tipped my chin so that I had to look up at you. Your lips parted slightly, but whatever words might have come were forestalled by another knock at the door. The ride again, wanting to go home, saying it was late. We hugged goodbye, unable to do more or speak freely with him standing by impatiently.

The awkwardness came later, the next time we met. There was a moment when our eyes locked and we both knew that the other was remembering the night of the party, thinking 'what if' and wondering if the other regretted what had happened. I wanted to ask, but there was no chance, it seemed the others were conspiring to keep us from being alone.

The next two months were the same. Any time the group got together; we couldn't manage to get away for a talk. It was the flirting again, the same witty banter, but there was an undertone to it. I had no way of identifying, whether you were hinting at a possible repeat or encore to our 'incident' or whether you were trying to gently remind me that it could not happen again.

I was sure that they knew, that you had told your wife, or that the others had suspected something. I noticed a difference in the way she looked at you, a mingled hurt and anger, and I wondered if I had caused that. I didn't want it to happen, didn't want to be a source of pain. As much as I wanted you, I did respect her and I didn't know how to cope with both of those things at once.

It didn't seem fair. Shouldn't it be easier to resist an attraction for someone who is so obviously off limits? It should, I swear it should, but it wasn't. Matter of fact, it was harder. I was so certain, sometimes, that the only thing holding us back was me… That perhaps my strange sense of right and wrong was making us both miserable…

As time went on, it became obvious that, whatever troubles your marriage had, I wasn't the cause. What arguments I overheard were about finances, spending, bills and such. She was resentful of your going out with us and leaving her at home with the kid, she wanted time to go out, too.

Feeling guilty, I offered to baby-sit a couple of times, thinking that I could help out. It would give the two of you a night off; you could go out together or something. Instead, it only caused more trouble. You were angry that she was 'using' me, ignoring my protests that I had offered willingly.

The compromise was that she would go out with 'the girls' and you would stay home. Somehow it worked out that I should still be there, it seemed odd but I didn't question it. Then again, being your friend more than hers, I wasn't really considered one of the girls. Maybe it was a way of making sure that I didn't get hurt feelings over the exclusion, I wasn't about to complain.

We watched a couple of movies, played games with the kid for a while, chasing her around until she was exhausted and willing to go through the bedtime ritual. I dealt with bath time and you settled her in. I watched from the hallway as you knelt beside the bed, reading a story and answering all of those essential last minute questions.

I found another movie and glanced at the clock. The Girls planned to stay out all night at a club, maybe hit a restaurant afterward. You joined me on the couch and, quite naturally, pulled me over to curl up against you. Even if your wife had walked in, it wouldn't have seemed so strange. I was always curling up with whoever happened to sit next to me, including her.

Your hand drifted over my shoulder, fingertips running lightly along my throat, tracing the collarbone. It was nice; I think I purred, shifting slightly as I looked up at you. Your hand fell downward, resting for a moment at the top of my shirt. The weight was too much, the button popped open and your hand slipped inside. 

Your lips brushed across my temple, moving down along my cheek. Your fingers pushed aside the flimsy fabric of my bra, closing around my nipple. Somehow you knew exactly how to do it, pinching lightly and pulling, rolling it between your fingers but not hard. You pushed me into the corner of the couch, blazing a trail of kisses downward until your mouth could claim my other breast. Again, it was done exactly right, teeth scraping lightly but not quite biting, not chewing.

I moaned softly, biting my hand to keep quiet. It definitely wouldn't do, making noise and waking the kid, definitely. The movie was just under two hours, tooth marks were firmly imprinted on my hand, and my nipples were hard and rosy red from all the attention. I managed, somehow, to squirm away, pulling my shirt back into place.

It was a fine line we were treading, a very thin and precarious line, not unlike the edge of a blade… I hated to stop, but I had to. Otherwise I would have done anything, begged you to ignore the vows I was trying so hard to respect, and thrown all caution out the door that stood less than three feet away. It was too risky.

Even at that thought I realized that I didn't care anymore that you were married, that all my good intentions had died the moment you touched me. That is, of course, assuming that said intentions hadn't been self-delusional to begin with. The risk of being caught was more irksome at that moment than my own traitorous heart.

Stripping down and getting personal on the living room couch simply wasn't an option, and you smirked when I said so. Silently you stood, though the action obviously caused already strained jeans to tighten. I'm sure it was a swagger, as you walked back into the bedroom, and then returned with one of your t-shirts. "This and nothing else." You pushed me toward the bathroom and went to check on the kid.

I was intrigued, and excited… Whatever you had in mind it had to be interesting. My hands shook and fumbled, made undressing tedious but quickly I was changed. The shirt was huge, slipping off of one shoulder, hanging almost to my knees, something that I would sleep in. 

You were in a pair of shorts when I came back, grinning as you took my hand. We went into the back yard to where a hot tub stood. I didn't know until then that you had one, and I was ecstatic. You smirked, checking the temperature as you turned up the jets, gesturing for me to climb in.

"Be quiet." You said, gesturing to the open bedroom window. If we made too much noise, she would wake up. Of course, it also meant that if she woke up we would hear her and could check up, that was good because now I wouldn't have to feel guilty or neglectful. 

I sank into the water, leaning back to watch the stars. There was something beautiful, magical about the stars. Cliché, something about diamonds and velvet, but it was true. The star studded sky seemed like so many precious gems that could be gathered and treasured by the discerning collector. Ah, wax poetic; I let the thoughts fade away as you stepped into the water, settling onto the seat beside me.

"Remember the restaurant?" You pulled one of my legs over, stretching it across your knees. I nodded, and then whimpered as your nails traced the inside of my thigh, slowly moving upward. I held back a moan as your hand moved to the junction, cupping the mound. The heel of your hand rubbed gently, stimulating as a fingertip traced and pressed the lips apart.

The line was jagged, a broken heart, meaningless… It had been crossed and couldn't be repaired… Consequences be damned, the moment was all that mattered… I hated myself for wanting it, wanting you in any way I could manage. It was a torment that I hated you for, and I loved you.

The hand moved upward slightly, finger successfully hunting the infamous rosebud. Caressing and stroking, I had to sink under the water to keep from making noise. It was a mistake, the finger moved again, joined by another in an invasion that I couldn't quite manage to resent. It was good. I stayed under until need for air forced me up, breath and heartbeat erratic, lost in a world between static and sensation.

I saw your eyes as you leaned over me, wanting to catch my expression, wanting to see. I whispered something incoherent, near babbling. "Stop, yes now, please, no please please please…" I struggled to pull myself away even as I clung to your shoulders. The line was lost but I couldn't ask, I couldn't coerce, what I wanted must again be given freely. It wasn't mine to take. Maybe I said something of that, maybe you understood.

You pressed your lips to mine, moving both hands up to my waist, murmuring softly. It was nothing, no words, no meaning. You were telling me that you understood, that it was okay. You pressed me into the corner, glancing to open bedroom window and closed glass door for a moment. Time froze, suspended on unspeakable desires.

The center of the tub was deeper; you knelt there, pressing another kiss onto my lips as you pulled me down. There was a moment of hesitation as we watched each other, you pressed against me, past the opening, sliding into me. I arched, staring up at the stars as my ankles locked around the back of your thighs, pulling you deeper. You leaned back. It seemed that we were trying to climb inside one another, a full-bodied possession rather than a simple joining.

I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. The line was gone, crossed and re-crossed until it was completely obliterated. Too late, too far, never enough. A single stroke and reality was gone, shattered, I was shattered. I bit my lip, drawing blood as I held back the cry as orgasm washed through me. I heard you grunt, teeth grinding together as you struggled to keep control.

The back door opened, three drunken giggling women stood framed in light. I tried to pull away but your nails bit into my thigh, you shifted to look over at them. Your voice sounded nearly normal as you asked if they had done breakfast yet. They said yes and you pouted. "Fine, we'll stop and get some on the way, before I take her home."

Your wife agreed, and the women went back inside. Our eyes locked, we laughed softly as you slowly pulled out. I waited for some sign of regret, recrimination, but there was none. If anything, you seemed disappointed at the interruption. I tried not to read into it, dangerously wishful thinking, but I couldn't help it.

You sent me ahead to change, saying you needed a few minutes alone to, er, calm down. Regretfully I agreed. There was nothing I could do to help for the time being. I dashed through the house and into the bathroom, drying quickly before I dressed again. The shirt I carefully rinsed in cold water and rung out, hanging it over the edge of the tub.

I was sitting on the couch when you finally came inside, looking curious as I was curled up next to your wife, listening to her drunken account of the night's adventure. She was telling me about some guy at the club who had bought her several drinks and danced with her, then tried to kiss her when she said it was time to go. No, he hadn’t had to try hard; she had let him kiss her.

You stared at her for a moment, before glancing over at me. There was some subtle shifting in the facial area that resembled a wink, though I couldn’t quite understand how I’d realized that was what it was meant to be. Your expression turned dark, an ugly scowl as you stomped over to stand before her, dripping water onto her suede boots.

There was an argument, shouting back and forth, secrets revealed. It wasn’t the first time she had done something like this. Implications that perhaps other incidents had been more than drunken kisses… I was intrigued, but saw opportunity as I thought of the wink. Quietly I stepped between, begging you both to be calm, to settle down. You both ignored me and I turned to one of the other girls, asking for a ride home.

You glared at her as she said yes, and then glared at your wife. Since they had gone to breakfast without you, and you had promised to give me a ride home, we would go to breakfast before you took me home. You needed to get away, to think. She said something harsh, raising her hand to slap but you caught it. Calm, now, you asked if my roommates would mind you sleeping on the couch tonight. You couldn’t be sure that, if you came home, things wouldn’t get violent. 

I said that it would be okay, neglecting to mention that we both knew they were out of town for the weekend. You stomped into the bedroom to change and pack a bag with clothing for work the next day. I took the opportunity to show concern, asking if she was okay with me letting you stay. I promised to get you to talk about it, to calm you down, so that you and she could sit down the next day after work and discuss things. When she was sober and you were less angry. She agreed, and her friends thanked me for helping. I nodded and pulled on my shoes as you swept through the room without a glance at anyone, saying I had better hurry.

We jumped into your truck and you left a streak of rubber against the driveway as you slammed the gas pedal against the floor. Music started blaring and I stared out the window, trying hard to repress the laughter that bubbled up inside me. Several minutes later we stopped at a red light; you yanked me across the seat and kissed me hard, your fingers digging into my arm. We were both laughing as the kiss broke, and I grinned. “Gods, but that was beautiful.”

You smirked as the light turned green, ignoring the promise of breakfast as you drove toward my house.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



It has been months since my last encounter with my sister. There has been an awkward separation between us since that day in the hot tub. When we are in close proximity we steal glances at each other filled with longing and desire but we both know there is nothing we can do to quench the thirst and desire we feel for each other. 

There have been moments that we might have had a chance to steal a kiss or passionate embrace. Each time I take a step forward, she takes a step back and I could swear once she took a step towards me, but I stepped back. I go home and hold my wife and think of her. I lay in my bed alone and smell her perfume. I imagine the moment when I will next be able to look at her bare stomach and trace my tongue around her belly button exploring the goose bumps that rise and fall as she raises her hips and stomach to greet me. On a whim I decided to drive over to her house. She has been complaining to my wife that she feels neglected and has become angry at her lawyer husband. He is never home, and when he is she gets nothing from him. I like to believe she is not asking for him and secretly desires me like I desire her but her cold shoulder as of late makes me think it was a one time deal. 

Going over I arrive and she meets me at the door wearing a black and white tank top with spaghetti straps. She has her hair in pigtails which she knows turns me on and offers me a kiss on the cheek. My heart drops because I was hoping for more. I walk in and she asks me if I want a drink and I accept a cold glass of water with ice. Small talk is exchanged and the cold shoulder that I have been feeling is like an air conditioning blowing fifty degree air right on your head.

Sensing my disappointment she asks me if I can help her and I tell her I am always available to help her out. She asks me to wait here and that she will be right back. I pace back and forth wondering what I have to do and hear her yell for me from the spare bedroom. I enter and she asks me to sit down. The look in her eyes is one of caution and fear. She explains to me that the hot tub was a mistake and that it can't happen again. She explains that she has no feelings for me and that she is not willing to sacrifice her family and life for me or anyone else. All I can do is agree and pretend like this does not matter to me and I feel the same way. I get up and go to leave and tell her that what happened is our secret and I would never press anything again.

Leaving I realize that my fantasies will never be the same. 

The following week I head over to meet my wife at her house and this time I drive my motorcycle. Getting there I can see that my sister is in pain. Her back and neck are stiff and she is miserable. I offer my help and she declines when the phone rings and my wife is on the phone. She can't make it and will meet me at home. I shake my head and go to say goodbye when I am asked to rub her neck for just a few minutes. I tell her ok and ask her to go get changed and meet me in the spare bedroom with some towels. 

When she entered the room wearing just a oriental satin robe I almost died. Pointing to the bed, she laid down and opened the robe, chest down against the sheets. I take the robe and place it on the floor and she looks glorious. A nice tan that is not too deep and not fake. Her skin shimmers and her ass, bare and perfect just screams to me to touch, but I have to honor her wish so I drape a towel over her naked ass.

Putting my fingers on her back I can immediately tell she is frustrated. Years ago I had learned from a very special friend the art of knowing how to give a massage. Each knot I map on her back leads me to know that the only way to solve this problem is to start at her ankles. I spread her legs slightly and face towards her feet applying pressure to the back of her 

Ankle about two inches above the heal. I press in and spread the tendon up and down and her tiny gasps coming from her. I work her calf muscles and concentrate on spreading the muscles in a way that the toxins spread out and enter my hands instead of staying in her muscles. I progressively move up to the back of her knee and she giggles as I lightly caress what I know is a sensitive area. Squirming she spreads her legs more and I get a nice view of her trimmed bush and pussy. I keep moving up rubbing her hamstrings and occasionally let my fingers get close and brush against her hair, never actually touching anything but getting so close that I can tell she is enjoying it. I know it because I watch her back rise and fall as she inhales deeply or does a quick set of short gasps.

I slide the towel down and work on the two areas of her ass that hold stress. She is wincing in slight pain but it is only good. Meanwhile I am in complete control of myself, my dick not only staying put but even though I am horny as hell I have controlled my erection and remained as professional as I can.

Working her back I spend extra time making sure I remove the stress and give her some tender loving care. I mount her ass and sit firmly on it so I can put adequate pressure on back. I trace tiny messages in her back in exaggerated cursive, messages like I want to lick your pussy and you look so sexy. All I hear from her is whimpers of pleasure and delight. I know I am doing a good job because she is so relaxed and a smile is on her face. I dismount her ass and approach her from the side, and my control is lost as her arm slightly moves and brushes against my dick. It throbs forward and instantly becomes erect and I slightly move back so she won't notice but it is too late. She moves her arm again and leans the back of her hand against my manhood and leaves it there. I am caught because there is nothing I can do, it is throbbing. She turns her head towards me and smiles and she shifts her body lifting her left breast off the bed and asks me if I am alright. I apologize and tell her that it is hard to ignore her perfect body in a situation like this and I am sorry, that I am trying to respect her wishes even though my mind is racing and I have the devil on my should smacking me around.

She turns completely over and leans back on both arms with her legs fully spread. I can see that the bed underneath her is wet and that she is fully excited. Her lips are fully exposed and her slit is glistening. She says she is sorry and understands and takes my hands and pulls me towards her. Her lips reach up to mine and I lean back into her and kiss her. A long simple kiss with our lips only slightly parted. She sucks my lip into her mouth and with her hands undoes my belt and slowly unzips my pants. Our kiss goes deeper and she laughs as I squirm out of my jeans and underwear. She instantly finds my dick and begins to rub in in her hands. My precum is everywhere and she is rubbing it all over the head of my dick. I am going nuts. I lift her up a bit and stick my dick between her tits. Rubbing it up and down she leans forward more and places her hands around her wonderfully shaped tits and presses them around my dick. Sticking her tongue out she licks the top of my dick as I rub it up and down.

At this point I know I need to seal the deal. Not just fuck her, but make love to her in a way that I know that I will be invited back over and over again. I remove my pulsating dick from her tits and I lay her down. I move to her feet and begin 

to kiss her toes and ankles. I kiss her calves while I stretch my arms up and trace circles around her stomach and bush. I kiss and lick up to her knees. I kiss circles around her quad muscles and lick the very tops of her legs moving closer and closer to her lips and clit. I bury my nose and mouth on her mound and use my tongue to tease her lips up and down while flicking occasionally at her clit. I take her nub into my mouth and nibble ever so gently. She is moaning but in a begging way, she wants more and I just can't give it to her yet. I stick my tongue deep inside her and use it as a battling ram. She pushes my head deeper and deeper into her and bucks wildly as I lick, slurp and bury my mouth all over her pussy. An orgasm escapes her with such violent bucking that I fear that my own neck will break. She gushes out and I lap it up. She is asking me to stop, exhausted but I can't. I get in between her legs and use my fully erect and throbbing cock to rub her lips occasionally pushing the tip of my cock into her. She whimpers and begs but I hold back. I lean forward and start licking her belly button while using my hands to rub the sides of her body. her nipples are so erect and full but I refuse to touch them. I simply lightly touch her stomach drawing circle and swerving lines all over her upper body. I kiss her stomach all over putting my chest on her pussy so she can rub against something. She is crying for me to stop but not in a negative way, in a way of such pleasure and desire.

Moving my mouth to her nipples I suck gently and don't get far because she has pulled me and pressed my hips into hers, fighting to get my dick inside her she takes control and thrusts herself on my dick, impaling her with my full length. Her 

pussy has enveloped me sucking me in deeper and deeper. I can do nothing but accept her bidding and gyrate my dick inside her for as long as I can last. Our bodies are like one, both of us moving in a dance that could only be practiced by long time lovers. My mind flashing as we kiss, thrusting our tongues into each other mouths hungrily. She claws at my back and I bite at her neck. We never change positions and just thrust in harmony, our bodies sweating and us grunting in a musical way never experienced before. My dick throbs and the pleasure is more than I can stand. Dismounting me she jumps down to her knees and takes my cock into her mouth and frantically bobs up and down with her tongue swirling all round. I take her head into my hands and explode into her mouth. She sucks and sucks and my cum is dripping from her mouth on to her tits. She is sucking so hard that the pleasure is so painful that I can do nothing but grunt and scream. She is relentless, sucking and sucking as my once hard dick softens. circling the head of my now shrinking cock she licks all she can and I can do nothing but collapse to my knees. She lays back against the side of the bed and pulls my back to her chest and holds me. We lay there breathing hard and wondering what the hell we do next.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



Val felt incredible pleasure, as Jason rammed her pussy with his hard cock and demonstrated a ruthless ability to have his way with his mother. Melina enjoyed this scene as well, since she now saw how powerful her new lover was in the sack. She was extremely glad that she had persuaded her girlfriend/Mistress to act on her incestuous desires. She also hoped that Jason would prove capable of ravaging her as well. 

Before Jason or Melina anticipated it, Valerie came in a squirting spray on the bed sheets. Jason, no longer worried about such selfless distractions as his mom's climax, pumped out his seed into her undersexed cunt. He grinned at even the idea of his cum possibly knocking her up. There was a primal thrill to such a notion of impregnating his own flesh and blood. 

"Well, Melina? What are you waiting for? You wanted my son, so get him ready and fuck him!" Val instructed her stunned and fascinated friend. 

"Yes, Mistress!" Melina happily broke her own trance and began sucking her lover's juices from Jason's dick, finding them to have a fantastic taste. 

She got rather moist between her thighs by this point in the act, and now offered her pussy to the young man for his personal use. Instead of lying there on her back, as his mother had, Melina got on all fours and spread her cheeks for him. 

"Could Master please fuck this slave's ass? This slave loves a hard cock up the ass," she pleaded with him, continuing the Gorean forms of address. 

"Your request is granted, this time. Val, lube her up, so I can sodomize our slave," Jason ordered his mother. 

"Yes, honey. I have to confess that I enjoy watching anal scenes. I'm glad to help," Val obeyed her son. 

In minutes, a reinvigorated Jason had shoved his dick into Melina's asshole, ravishing her butt with animal eagerness. He continued this for a good fifteen minutes, until it proved to be difficult to avoid his release. For the second time, since he woke up, Jason came inside a girl. 

This exhausted him for another moment, so he watched as Val compelled their slave to eat her out. While inexperienced with lesbian sex and BDSM, she proved to have a natural gift for satisfying Melina's need to service her. She soon gushed into her roommate's throat, also spilling some of her juice onto the face of her girlfriend. 

Instead of complaining, Melina lapped up the cum with her fingers and tongue, after which she simply resumed licking her partner's sex. She soon added Val's butt, rimming her without being asked. She devoured her Mistress, savoring her body as if it were a entrée. 

"I see that our pet is fond of oral sex. I don't even think it matters whether it's a cock or a pussy she's tasting at any given moment. She gets off on being servile, abasing herself in the presence of a dominant lover. I don't blame her. I like performing such favors for you, my son," Val commented, as she climaxed again on her girlfriend's face. 

"You're right, Mom. That's why she was a great choice. That and the fact this was her idea all along. She's clearly a great third in this triad. Hell, she doesn't object to the fact that we're talking about her while she's in the bedroom with us. I love both of you, by the way. It's not just infatuation. The two of you have proven how much you care about me, and it would take a cold heart to ignore that. Too bad that I can't marry you gals," Jason remarked, smiling before he kissed both women. 

"Yeah, I wish that we could all get married. Who knows, one of these days, society will be enlightened enough to accept our love. In the meantime, we simply go about our business and mind our own, right? I'm very proud of you, Jason. You're a man now. Not because you lost your virginity, but because you decided to embrace what you really wanted and take responsibility for your own choices. You did this for Jason, not just for Mom and Melina," Val agreed, kissing both of her lovers as well. 

"Thank you, Val and Melina. Both of you helped me to become a man in that sense, even though as Mom said, I had to make my own decisions out of my own free will. Each has made me a lucky man. So, for that reason, I want to hold a small commitment ceremony soon. It will just be us, but we will bind ourselves to grow old together. Hey, it works on a slightly larger scale for gays and lesbians. Why not for an incestuous, half-Gorean ménage a trois? What do you say?" Jason urged them.

"Is that a marriage proposal?" Val asked her son pointedly. 

"Yes, but sadly, I don't have a ring," he blushed with embarrassment. 

"That's not what counts. Contrary to what diamond ads say, the commitment itself is what matters, the gesture as it were. Anything else is an expensive bonus. I'm too practical to get upset because my young man doesn't want to go into debt for a pricey rock. It shows maturity on his part, a thought for our future. That in itself is a sign of permanence, which is what counts to any sensible woman," Val explained to her son. 

"Then, will you marry me, Valerie and Melina?" Jason queried. 

"Yes," they answered in unison and tears, surrounding and hugging him.

"Sorry, Master. This slave didn't mean to speak out of turn," Melina apologized.

"Oh, I think that we'll cut you some slack this time. Some things are more important than your BDSM role on occasion. This is a turning point for the three of us," Jason reassured her. 

"Thank you, Master," Melina replied happily. 

"Don't mention it," Val and he both responded, smiling as they all considered the meaning of this choice. This was the real deal. They were all engaged to each other.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



Callista Monroe stared out of the window that ran the length of her office. The bright lights of Los Angeles was truly an impressive thing. Even at one o'clock in the morning the whole damned thing was awash with pin pricks of light: houses, offices, cars. People going about the business of living. While she went about the business of...

Callie Jean was not sure what she went about anymore. Work for certain. That had not changed in the past month. In fact, if she had to be honest about it, and she was always honest with herself, the past month had been easier than in a very long time. The kid, her intern, Donovan, had proven to be a real asset. She had been shocked to discover that as well as the hottest body and a stunningly handsome face, the man possessed a damned fine mind. One of the best legal minds she had even known in fact.

But even more than that, he possessed that undefinable quality that had set her apart from almost everyone else in her field, that edge that she brought to this game. The ability to see through people. It was a gift that had served her well as a labor lawyer and negotiator. Her ability to extinctively understand the motivations of others had allowed her to craft win-win deals that had set her apart from others who strictly knew the law. Knowing people was the difference between being good and being the best.

And Callie begrudgingly admitted that with some training, experience and a few breaks the kid might just one day give her a run for her money. Thinking about the document that was still stuffed so casually in her desk drawer, hell, the little shit already had. Of course, in the end, she had won this round. Despite his initial confidence that she would succumb to his considerable charms, she had held firm to her 'don't shit where you eat' policy. Theirs was now a strictly professional relationship.

So why the fuck did one crazy, wild night of sex in Vegas continue to haunt her dreams and fantasies? Sex was sex, right? An itch to be scratched when it got unbearable, just like hunger. It did not matter whether it was a hamburger from a fast food place or filet mignon from a five star restaurant in the end your shit was just as smelly. 

That was what got her, what still bothered her...how had she failed to see the kid for what he was? It was one of the few times...maybe the only time that her golden gut had failed to warn her when trouble was coming. And even with that neatly-typed and signed document in her drawer, Callie Jean could not shake the feeling that Donovan Bradshaw was trouble. And for what? The best sex of her life? Even that was not worth what this could cost her.

Bu neither could she get that night out of her mind. Especially not on night's like this one. They had worked late, later than usual, on the background research for a negotiation that was coming up. They had even order in Chinese. Her suit jacket had been discarded promptly at five, once the official business day was done and the real work began. He had followed suit, tossing his jacket and tie. He had even rolled up the sleeves on his crisp cotton shirt. At some point during the evening, she had undone the top two buttons on her silk blouse as well. 

The damned thing was that they worked so fucking well together. Two minds equally matched and serving the same purpose. He could almost find the information and case law she wanted before she even asked for it. It made this type of work that could be frustrating at best distinctly pleasurable. Hell, she had even discovered that she actually liked teaching. At least with the right pupil, one capable of truly learning. One whose mind grasp the obvious and sought beyond it. In fact, this internship that she had originally dreaded was working out quite well.

If it were not for the near constant sexual tension that arced unanswered between them. Admittedly, the man could and did turn every single female head and more than a couple male ones too. It was something more than just his college football running back's lithe, firm, young body. Something more than his Hollywood movie star good looks. It was some undefinable sex appeal that had made him the head liner on the Vegas stage.

Some mystery that had tempted her that night to overcome a lifetime of prejudice to fulfill her darkest fantasy. And he had been dark. If she closed her eyes, hell every time she did close her eyes, she could see the interplay of color. His dark hands moving so teasingly over her pale skin. Black on white did not do it justice. It was much closer to the deepest darkest sweetest hot chocolate sauce running seductively over the cold, frozen surface of vanilla ice cream, melting it, mingling with it until the two became an inseparable delight for the epicurean pallet. 

Callie shook her head as she turned from that dark city skyline. The dreams, or perhaps memories, were driving her to distraction. Something she could not afford right now...ever. She crossed to her office door and opened it. There were a couple of other lights showing under various doors but that was the nature of this beast they called the law. As a career it sucked, drawing every single ounce of strength and time from your soul. But overall the office was as quiet as it was going to get. 

She made a decision. Tonight was one of those rare times since she made partner where she would forego the comforts of her bed at home and sleep on the leather sofa in her office. It was something she had done often as an associate but not recently. But this night she was just too tired and frustrated to make the half an hour long drive to Santa Monica only to toss and turn restlessly on her luxury mattress thinking about him. 

No, better to sleep tonight on the couch here. She would get up early and go to the gym around the corner. A heavy work out would refresh her and burn off some of this tension in her body. If it was not the type of workout her body craved that was just too fucking bad it would have to do. 

She would pop into the drycleaners next door. She gave the man enough business she was certain that for a bit extra he could laundry and clean her suit and blouse. There should be a clean set of underwear in her gym bag. Given the wet stickiness that working side by side with him, the casual brushes of those dark muscular forearms against her heated skin, she sure as hell hoped so. Otherwise she could always go commando.

With a plan forming in her head, she lay down on the couch to get a couple of hours sleep before starting another hectic and frustrating day...with Donovan Bradshaw as her intern. The one man she could not get out of her mind, whose touch her body craved worse than chocolate, and the one man she could never have...again.

***

Donovan sat at his tiny cubicle in the stiflingly small inner office space at Tyson, Turner and Tyson, LLP. He leaned back in his chair pondering the past month as he casually tossed the small golden chip in the air. The damned thing was worth ten thousand dollars. 

Ten thousand dollars. Once upon a time for the poor kid from Compton, the almost cliché child of single black mother. The little boy who had never known his father, never got the newest toys for Christmas, never really had a full stomach, that amount of money would have been everything. Hell, who knows, maybe it would have been enough to pay for the treatment that might have saved his mother's life from the breast cancer.

But now...it was just money. Something that was nothing more than a means to an end. And this chip represented so much more than that to him. It was the symbol of heaven...one perfect night with her. Fuck, what was he thinking? Life was not some fucking romance novel like his auntie read constantly. It was not about handsome heroes saving damsels in distress and riding off into the future with five simple words...they lived happily ever after. He above all people should know that. 

So why had he let this woman get so fucking deep under his skin? It was not like his normally logical self.

The logical self that had his whole future carefully planned. The guy who had taken the job as a male stripper in Las Vegas on the weekends to fund law school. The guy who had spent weeks researching the options for his summer internship...before he even entered law school. The man who had carefully avoided all emotional entanglements...forever. Not a single girlfriend in his life. Nothing but a string of married rich older lovers who had been happy to exchange gifts for sex. It had suited his plans well. Easy, sure sex with no strings attached. What more could an ambitious young man ask for?

He tossed the chip again. What would she think if she knew he had never cashed it in? If she knew that it was only time he had ever accepted cash for services rendered? 

When she had walked into the club that night, Donovan could not believe his eyes. He knew exactly who she was of course. All that carefully crafted research that went into choosing his internship assured that not only did her recognize her face but he knew enough of her life story to realize that they were more alike than different. They would never really fit into this posh world of TT&T, LLP. The white trailer trash woman and the black kid from the ghetto. No degree, no awards, no amount of billable hours and stellar wins could make them fit in. 

But this woman had come as close as you could get. If she would never fit completely with the Ivy League assholes surrounding her, she had at least earned their respect for her work. It was what Donovan aspired to...and why he had specifically chosen this internship...with her.

So why the fuck had he allowed his little head to screw it all up that night? What the fuck had he been thinking? Had he read his auntie's damned romance books one too many times? Hell, when you are a black boy growing up surrounded by nothing but strong black women, without access to a computer at home and with all the porn sites blocked on the ones at the school and library, you read what sex you could get your hands on...and that had been his aunt's dirty books. It still stunned him that you could walk into any bookstore in this country and most grocery and retailers too and purchase erotica that could easily outstrip Penthouse letters. Hell, they even had half naked men and women on the covers. 

This was real life though. His life. His carefully planned life. And he had almost screwed it all up that night. What had he been thinking? That he could seduce her with his 'big black cock' and lovemaking? That this woman that had worked so fucking hard all her damned life to overcome a background as challenging as his own would just melt in his arms? That he would wake up with her in his arms the next morning, explain the whole muddled affair over a cup of coffee and a laugh...and live happily ever after?

But it did not work that. And for once in his adult life, Donovan Bradshaw's cocky confidence was shaken. His whole back up plan of coming to this place, calling the shots and having the woman of his dreams back in his bed by the end of that first day was in shambles. A month...a whole fucking month...and not only was he sleeping alone in the same twin bed that he had known growing up at his auntie's small ramshackle house in Compton, but he had not seen a single sign from her that she even remembered what had been an unforgettable night for him. He worked side by side with Callista Monroe from seven in the morning until well past seven at night...hell after midnight tonight. And not one single glimpse of Callie Jean, the firebrand that had stolen his heart. 

And all he had to show for the whole fucking thing was a shiny gold chip from a Las Vegas casino that was worth ten thousand dollars...when what he wanted most was the priceless passion he had shared with the woman that night. 

What the hell, it was late. Too fucking late. He should head home. He would have to be up again in less than five hours. It was at least twenty minutes even this late at night when the traffic was almost non-existent to get to his aunties. He put that chip carefully back into his desk drawer, although he was never really sure why. 

He closed the office door behind him, there was still on girl there. She had been dozing at her desk for the past hour or so. He wondered if that type of dedication was what had gotten Callista Monroe so far. Would this girl become like her one day? Would he? He sure as hell planned to.

He knew that he should head straight home but he could not help but glancing towards her office at the end of the hall. There was still a faint light coming from under the door. The old fashioned desk lamp that set in the corner maybe? He would have thought the woman would go home an hour ago when they called it a night. What would it hurt to pop his head in? It was only polite to say good night, perhaps see if she needed anything else from him tonight. 

Anything else? Donovan, what the hell are you thinking? That the woman is going to just sit on the edge of her desk and spread her legs open for you...'yes, since you offered, would you mind terribly giving me another few dozens happy O's with that thick 'black cock' of yours?' Dream on! No, Callie Jean seemed nothing more than one of his wet dreams now. 

He turned the handle and peaked into her office. He had been right, the light came from that antique desk lamp on the table in the corner. But her desk was empty. He nodded his head, he had been right, the woman had the sense to leave the office when they finished their work. Not hang around pathetically day dreaming about the apparition of hot sex that was a life time ago. 

He was just about to close the door behind him when he heard the soft moan from behind the door. He would recognize that moan anywhere. How many times had he heard it that night? Dozens? A hundred? It was not quiet a moan even. Half moan and half whimper. All hot woman. 

Even in the cool crisp air conditioned office he could almost smell the sweet saltiness of sex...of woman, needy, wanton woman. The smell that would forever in his mind be connected to Callie Jean. He felt his cock that was always half hard around her thicken in his pants. He could not resist the urge to open the door just a tad more. To look around it in the direction of the leather sofa against the far wall in her office. 

What he saw there knocked the air right out of his lungs. The feeling reminded him of a body slam from a huge defensive end that was determined to take him down. Determined to knock the football from his hands. He felt himself being pushed off sides as surly as he once had when he played the game. 

But this was no game. This was real life. Or he sure as hell hoped it was as he got his first sight of her. She lay sprawled somewhat uncomfortably looking upon the sofa. He could not stop his addled brain from thinking that she would have a crick in her neck tomorrow as his auntie would say. He could not stop his mind from taking the next jump in his fantasy either. He would casually offer to massage the kink out for her. When what he really wanted was to massage the kink right into Callie Jean. 

Then he noticed her hands. One was crossed over her body holding her full tit in the palm. She seemed to be kneading it just as he had that night. Damn, it was like everything else about this woman. It just fit...perfectly fit into the palm of his hand. But it was her other hand stuffed down the front of her skirt that did his head in completely. His cock hardened completely then, straining against the zipper, begging with him to free it, pleading with him to cross the expanse of that office and bury it deep inside the heavenly heat and wetness that had tormented his dreams since that night. 

A month ago when he had brashly walked into this office demanding that she sign the papers that he had drawn up establishing the consensual nature of their relationship that was exactly what he would have done. But a month of unrequited love had eaten away at his confidence. His once enormous ego was deflated...even if his hard cock was not. 

What made him think that this woman would welcome his advances? What made him think that night was anything more than what all his other sexual relationships had been...an older woman using her money to satisfy her curiosity about everything she had ever heard about...young black studs? It was a double edged sword that he had used to make his way in this world, to afford law school, to buy his car and pay his rent. But in the end, it had cut him down. He was nothing more to this woman than a one night stand. A dark fantasy to live out and then walk away. He was expendable. 

He shook his head and started to step out of her office, leave the woman to satisfy herself and dark primal needs as she saw fit. He would certainly be doing so himself as soon as he was safely in his room at home. Then he heard her...the soft, sweet whisper, that he had longed to hear for over a month now. 

"Donovan," it was not just his name upon his lips. That could be anything. It was the way she said. She...Callie Jean. Not cold, calm, all-business Callista Monroe. But Callie Jean. His Callie Jean. For a heart beat he thought about giving into the demands of his hard-on. About joining her on that couch. About fucking her until both of them collapsed in a pile of wet and very satisfied sleep. 

But where would that get him? Sex had not gotten him what he wanted that first night. Hell, it had worked against him almost. This woman was as logical and calculating as he was. Another roll in the hay would probably just set them back, end the grudging respect and perhaps even trust that blossoming between them. It was not worth it, he told his cock. 

But still he smiled as he pulled that door silently closed...for the first time in weeks...he had that elusive thing called hope. Maybe just maybe if he played his cards right, he would hold Callie Jean in his arms again. And next time she was not sneaking out in the middle of the night. Next time, he was going to hold her tight, capture more than just her body...or even that incredibly bright mind that had first attracted him to this place. No this time, he wanted her heart as well as her body and mind. Cause the fucking truth was that the woman had captured his...mind, hard cock...and too fucking soft heart.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 02



A cold Tuesday afternoon rolled around, and it was snowing outside. It was late February, a particularly cold time of year. Nurah and Tim had relatively little work to be doing, as their coursework deadlines weren't until late March. This meant they both had a reasonable amount of time to kill, spending most of it cooking or playing videogames – the latter of which Nurah was particularly bad at but Tim didn't mind much. That Tuesday the kitchen was quite cold. It was quite big, and had a number of windows and the small radiator struggled to keep the room warm. Tim's room, on the other hand, was much smaller, and thus was much easier to keep warm.

 Tim and Nurah had just returned from the supermarket, and were both shivering. Tim had forgotten to put the heater on in his room before they left – a fact Nurah jokingly pretended to be annoyed at. They both sat on the bed with the duvet up to their chests trying to keep warm. Without thinking, Tim lifted his arm up and beckoned Nurah closer. For a moment, she seemed to hesitate, thinking perhaps, but ultimately decided to come closer. Tim used his other arm to rub Nurah's arm and back, trying to keep her warm. Laid against his chest, he could feel her smiling even through his jumper. For a moment he pulled away, and Nurah looked up. Their eyes locked for a split second - a split second that seemed like a lifetime. Nurah smiled widely, and pulled Tim close again. Now it was Nurah holding the two together.

 Tim lay his cheek on top of Nurah's head and asked softly, "Nurah? A few weeks ago..." 

 He was expecting her to release, but to his surprise she didn't.

 "Tim," Nurah started.

 There was a pause, both in deadlock waiting or the other to speak. The seconds ticked by, and finally Nurah gazed up at him. As he looked down at her, her eyes appeared to sparkle. Her eyes we dark brown, and seemed endless, like a well you could fall into, get lost in. A tear rolled down her cheek.

 Immediately Tim was both confused and worried. What was wrong? Why was she crying? Momentarily he though back over the past few minutes, few hours, trying to figure out what, if anything, he did wrong. He tried to comfort her but she simply sobbed and held him tighter. As he tried to pry her arms from around his chest she simply placed them back around. Finally, his strength prevailed and she quickly released, knowing she couldn't overpower him. She turned and lay down, facing away from him. 

 She cleared her throat and said softly, "Tim, I... I have had feelings for you for a while now and I've been so afraid to ruin our friendship... I'm sorry...I know you probably don't feel the same about me... I can leave if you would like"

 Sat behind her, he was quite speechless. He certainly had feelings for her, and his speechlessness was a combination of not knowing how to solve this dilemma, and not expecting the words that just came from Nurah's mouth.

 "Nurah..." he calmly stated. 

 She turned to face him, expecting to hear the worst from him, expecting him to ask her to leave. He could see from her face, that her supple light brown skin had become white; her eyes were red from crying. He long flowing dark-brown hair was stuck to her face. He leaned over towards her, pushed her hair gently out of her face and placed a kiss square on her lips. It was not hard, nor was it the most romantic with Nurah's salty tears covered most of her face. Just as Tim had been speechless moments earlier, Nurah was now frozen in place. A few seconds later, Tim pulled back, took his finger and gently brushed away the tear rolling down her left cheek. 

 "Nurah, I never thought you would feel the same way about me as I do about you..." he smiled.

 Pulling a tissue from a nearby tissue box and began to wipe away her tears, holding the back of her head gently for leverage. Just as she composed herself, he leant in to kiss her again. This time she met him in the middle. The first proper kiss they had shared seemed to last a lifetime. Tim placed his hand on Nurah's hip and pulled her gently closer. In response she gave a tiny moan, making Tim break the kiss to smile. 

 Nurah's face had gone from white as a sheet to blush red. Tim knew that Nurah had never been with a guy before, and that this was her first kiss. Almost immediately Nurah began to apologize for knowing how encounters like these should work. Tim calmed her with a soft "shhhh" and laid her down. He began placing soft kisses all over her face, on her chin and neck. She smiled, and began copying, kissing his cheeks.

 Tim removed his glasses, which up until this point had simply been in the way. Nurah proceeded to run her hands through his hair, signaling for him to do the same to her. He reciprocated, gently tugging on it after a few seconds with a smile. Nurah returned the smile, and pulled Tim in close to kiss her again. 

 By this point, Tim was straddling Nurah. She used this opportunity to run her hands down his back to squeeze his butt. Tim used his superior strength to flip Nurah onto him, and began to caress her butt much to her amusement. Another ten minutes of kissing ensued, before the two laid beside one another smiling.

 "Nurah," Tim started, "are you ok with all of this?" 

 He wanted to make sure, before they progressed anywhere with this relationship, that she was absolutely sure she wanted to take this path. It did occur to him, however, that realistically their friendship could never go back to how it was. 

 "Tim, nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. Nobody has ever made me feel so wanted, so admired, but also so safe..." she smiled.

 He hesitated for a moment, and told Nurah that his jeans were quite uncomfortable and that he'd change to joggers first. He picked up the joggers and began to walk to the bathroom to change, as they had as of yet not changed in front of one another. When Tim came back out of the bathroom, he noticed Nurah was already under the bed covers. As he slipped in, he noticed something quite different, Nurah's usual long sleeved PJ top had been replaced by a shorter t-shirt style top, exposing most of her arms – a sight Tim was not used to. 

 Tim took this opportunity to begin caressing her arms and shoulders, massaging them softly. Under the top, Nurah was still wearing a bra. Even without his glasses, Tim could make out the lace red strap under the PJ top as he pulled the top of the shirt down a little to massage her shoulders. He began kissing her cheek, her neck, and down onto her shoulders. As he did, she would squirm with pleasure. 

 He lay beside her, and lifted her shirt to expose her stomach. Nurah was certainly not fat, bust she wasn't supermodel thin. She hesitated for a second, and while attempting to cover it gave an embarrassed look to Tim. Nurah wasn't happy with her figure, and although Tim had never actually seen her before he always tried to comfort her by telling her she looked great. Even so, she hesitated. In response, he simply kissed her face and then moved down and kissed her stomach over her shirt. 

 "You look just the way I like Nurah, I promise" he whispered in her ear. 

 He placed his hand under her shirt once again, and this time she let her arm slide away. He began to caress her stomach whilst kissing her soft lips. 

He sat up for a moment, and pulled Nurah's hand towards him, forcing her to sit up. He took the base of her shirt and held it in his hands. He looked her for permission, to which she nodded. Lifting her top over her head exposed the deep red bra underneath. Nurah had quite large breasts for her size, at a 32D. When she was sat without her top, which was quite baggy to hide her figure, he realized she had a larger butt than most girls – not that he minded. Nurah quickly laid down, to hide the folds in her stomach caused by bending almost double. 

 Tim assured her that it is perfectly normal for her to have a fold there when she sits up, but she continued to blush. Once again, Tim kissed her stomach, and this time worked his way up to her ribs. He retracted his hand, and placed it on her shoulder. He began to move down her cheek, neck and shoulder again, kissing as he went. But this time, he began to kiss down the top of her breast, moving slowly further down until it met the top of her bra. He looked up at her, to see her biting her lip, waiting for his next move. He slowly kissed up to the top of her cleavage, then began to move down the other breast. As he moved, he began to caress the first breast with his hand, gently rubbing where he expected her nipple to be. Find her nipples did not take long, even through her bra he could feel a small bump where her aroused nipple pushed against the material.

 Tim and Nurah had never properly spent a night together since the first time, a fact Tim really wanted to change. After eating both Tim and Nurah returned to Tim's bedroom, and sat on the bed. Nurah got up to get ready to leave.

 "Nurah, would you like to spend the night?" Tim asked.

 Nurah stood for a moment, not wanting to move too fast. Previously that day they had both agreed to take their relationship slowly. 

"We don't have to do anything crazy Nurah, just cuddle together," he added.

 With this Nurah smiled a little and agreed. She certainly trusted him, but everything was new. It was quite late, and they decided to go to bed anyway. Tim lead Nurah to the bathroom, and pointed to the toothbrush Nurah had previously used. Nurah giggled, and asked if Tim had always known Nurah would need a toothbrush again. Tim simply smiled and walked back into the room.

 Sliding into bed Tim pulled Nurah into his arms. Tim was wearing only boxers, as he was a naturally warm person whilst sleeping. Nurah wore her PJs again, with the short sleeves. Tim kissed Nurah goodnight and pulled her in even closer, once again he could feel her smiling.

 Weeks rolled by, with Tim and Nurah approaching the same point each night. Tim was not impatient though, however, because he respected Nurah's wishes deeply. Explaining Nurah's ever increasing presence was become a little more difficult, as Tim's flat mates became more and more suspicious of something more than friendship between them. Tim and Nurah both agreed that it would be best if nobody knew, even though they both wanted to tell their friends. Nurah's parents would be very unhappy, as Islamically relationships are not allowed before marriage. Although both Tim and Nurah trusted their friends, it only took one person to let slip that they were in a relationship for it to potentially get back to her family.

 One evening, Tim and Nurah headed to the bedroom after lectures, and began the usual make out session. Nurah was wearing a dark green shirt, with buttons. Tim always loved the way Nurah dressed; it was modest but also mature. He liked how she took pride in her appearance. Tim fumbled with her buttons whilst kissing her. After a few seconds, with Tim managing to unbutton exactly zero buttons, Nurah started to giggle.

 "It's a good job this isn't a life or death situation" she laughed, unbuttoning her shirt.

 Tim laughed and removed the now unbuttoned shirt from her shoulders. He kissed them and she moaned a little in his ear. He went to lay her down but she stopped him, shaking her head. Tim sat there for a moment, quite puzzled. Nurah bit her lip and smiled.

 She sat up, and turned around. Sitting on her knees, with her back to Tim. 

 "Tim..." she started, "unhook it." 

 "Are you sure?" Tim asked, she'd never allowed him to take of her bra before.

 Sat behind her he could see her nodding. He carefully unhooked the three hooks of her deep purple bra, exposing her whole back. He immediately began to massage her shoulders, rubbing them gently with his hands. She tilted her head backwards, closing her eyes, with her hair sliding down her back. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, turning to kiss her shoulder. For the first time, he got a glance of her breasts, peering over her shoulder. From above they appeared rounded, and he could see her erect nipples protruding from them. She took his hands, which were by her sides, and pulled them up to cup her breasts. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze, squeezing her breasts underneath and let out a gentle moan.

 Tim kissed her shoulder once again, and at the same time gently rubbed her erect nipples through his fingers. Nurah moaned louder than he'd ever heard her moan before. She bit her lip in an attempt to stop her moans from being heard by Tim's flat mates. Raising her arms she held onto the top of Tim's head and began push her back against Tim's chest. Tim quickly stopped holding her weight against his chest and laid her back. For the first time he got a full view of her breasts. Her light brown skin was smooth over her breasts, with darkened brown skin about an inch and a half in diameter with her erect nipples in the center. Tim straddled Nurah, but instead of kissing her shoulders he placed his lips around her breast and gently sucked. Those gentle sucks sent Nurah to a new level of euphoria. Her hips writhed and again she bit her lip to try and hold back her moans. 

 "TIMMMMM..." she gasped as the pleasure overwhelmed her. 

 Using his hand he rolled the erect nipple of her other breast in his fingers. After only a few seconds she lost control pulling Tim's head in towards her breast. The sensations going through her body made her orgasm only a few short minutes later – a feat Tim didn't even know was possible.

 "Tim... I... I've never felt like that before... it was amazing...!" she gasped, recovering from the pleasure her body had just endured. 

 "I'm glad you like it" he replied, wondering if she had ever even experienced an orgasm before.

 Nurah lay on the bed, with Tim beside her. All he could think about was her moaning, wondering how her vagina must be. He smiled to himself, wondering what surprises Nurah had in store for him next.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 03



Forbidden Fruit Ch 3: Guilty Pleasures

The rest of the ride was spent in a comfortable silence. Your hand held mine pinned against the inside of your thigh, my nails scratching lightly against the fabric of your pants. I snuggled against your side, softly singing with the radio as I tried hard to keep my thoughts silent.

The line had already been crossed; there was no undoing or going back in that respect. Yet that did not necessarily mean we should continue. My own strange set of morals kicked in, though I recognized it for what it truly was. I disliked myself for wanting it so badly, wanting you. Despised myself for being so selfish; we were playing a dangerous game, one that risked everything you held dear, while I risked nothing. What could I possibly offer in exchange for everything you stood to lose?

Then again, need I offer anything? You were aware of the risk, of the price you would have to pay if we got caught. You knew what was at stake, more fully than I could even understand, and yet you were willing to continue. I had made no special effort toward brining you to this decision. Of course, I had flirted and played, but I had stayed within certain boundaries. Anything that went beyond those limits had been initiated by you. I made sure of that… However much I wanted it, nothing could happen unless you had made that conscious decision to act. I would never tell you no, but neither would I ask. 

The song changed, and I smiled. It was one of those moments when life is obliging enough to provide a soundtrack. The song was Follow Me, by Uncle Kracker. 

“You don't know how you met me You don't know why You can't turn around and say goodbye All you know is when I'm with you, I make you free And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea

I'm singin’ Follow me everything is alright I'll be the one to tuck you in at night And if you Want to leave I can guarantee You won't find nobody else like me

I'm not worried ‘bout the ring you wear Cause as long as no one knows then nobody can care…”

The song spoke for me, the words I wanted to say, the things I needed for you to understand. I let my voice trail off, though the song continued as we pulled into the driveway. You waited until it was over; we sat watching each other until you killed the engine. We climbed out, walked up the driveway. You took the keys from me, unlocking and holding the door open, then locked it behind us.

You dropped your bag on the couch as I double checked that we were alone before joining you. Your smile was strained and I felt a twitch of panic as you took both of my hands into yours. “It’s not just a game anymore, you know.”

I nodded, twining my fingers through yours for a moment before I pulled my hands free. “You have to think about this… Everything that’s happened already, it is in the past… It doesn’t have to happen again, or even be spoken of. You don’t even have to think about it if you don’t want. The future… well that is up to you.” I stood, pacing back and forth in front of the couch as I struggled for the right words.

“You have a wife, a family, and I don’t want to hurt that. I don’t want you to lose that. Me, I have nothing to lose here, and I have nothing to offer you that can make up for any consequences to our actions. The only thing I can give you is this… Myself, my heart…” I hesitated, but decided not to hold back. “My love. You have the most to lose, so the decision to move forward -or to stop- is yours.”

I was on the verge of babbling, or breaking my own resolve not to beg or tempt you into making the choice I hoped for. I found blankets, making up the couch for you to sleep on, and whispered goodnight before you could speak or I could do anything stupid. Still, as I went into my bedroom, I could not resist the unspoken invitation of an open door.

How you slept, I can’t say. Myself; I was restless, plagued by nightmares. Every time I woke, I listened to see if you were still there. I was sure you would leave, and felt a sense of relief whenever I heard your light snores from the other room. Once I woke to silence, I almost thought I could feel my heart breaking. 

A body pressed into the mattress, making the bed move as you stretched out beside me. Fingers trailed up my side, feeling the flimsy fabric of the gown I’d worn to bed, slowly pulling the satin away from my skin. Your hand moved into my hair, curling through ringlets, thumb pressing against the back of my neck as you whispered something just behind my ear.

I stayed still, afraid to move, afraid it was a dream. It seemed impossible that you could choose me, in spite of all the risks involved. I started to speak; meaning to ask if you were sure, or make certain you realized you were with me and not at home. The words became a squeak of surprise as the hand in my hair yanked my head backward and teeth nipped none-too-gently at my throat.

I moaned, whispering your name, and arched as your fingers squeezed a nipple. I tried to move, but you held me still. You nibbled at my throat, moving along the jaw line then back down toward the shoulder. Roughly you shoved at my hip, forcing me onto my back, pinning me in place with your body.

It frightened me. It excited me. I found in you what all my previous lovers had lacked, Dominance. They had been gentle and considerate, thinking my requests for rough treatment a joke. You knew, without asking, what I wanted. Maybe it was the banter, I had teased about being submissive but unable to find someone to take advantage of that… I had mentioned wanting to be bruised and broken.

The thing that had drawn me to you, in spite of all the reasons I should not even consider such a thing… It had been a sure and certain feeling that you would be able to give me what I needed. Not only would you oblige me, you would enjoy it… I knew that you understood what I really meant when I told people that I wanted a man who could easily break me, but who wouldn’t need to.

The hand in my hair moved to join the other, pulling at the neck of my gown until it began to split. The satin shredded easily, and I felt such a rush of excitement I thought I might faint. Wanting you was a physical, burning pain that could only be eased by one thing.

“Please.”

You chuckled and leaned close, letting your full weight rest between my thighs as you leaned on one elbow and teased a fingertip across my lips. “Please… What?”

I wanted to cry, or scream, or beg… Instead I whimpered, arching up against you. “Please… don’t tease me…” I spread my thighs apart, groaning as it allowed you to settle more firmly against my naked and aching junction. 

You shifted, pulling away slightly. I thought you were leaving until I realized that you were undressing. Within a moment you were positioned at my entrance, pressing gently but not thrusting forward. Your hands gripped at my waist as you leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

“I’m not using protection.” Before I could say I didn’t care, you continued. “If you get pregnant, I’ll be the ‘Godfather’ understand?”

I could feel my juices running hot, dripping onto the bed. I tried to push upward, but the hands at my waist kept me pinned down. I realized that you were playing the same game I had done. In order for this to continue, I had to give consent. It had to be equal in all ways. 

Godfather… Yes, I understood… It would be something between us, a permanent tie, if that happened. I had not actually wanted children until now, but suddenly I did. It would mean you had to stay in my life, if we had a child, even if nobody knew but us… “Yes.”

You thrust forward, hands moving to my hips and yanking hard. Your mouth pressed down on mine; drowning out the scream I was unable to hold back. It was real, not another fantasy. It was really happening, and it was better than I had imagined. 

There was something both intense and violent in our joining. A need that had been denied for too long, a passion that would no longer be ignored. You whispered a warning about leaving marks before biting hard into my shoulder again. You grunted and I cried out with each thrust, breathing was a rhythm determined by the movement of our bodies. 

Pillows fell off of the bed, the headboard slammed against the wall, sheets came loose from the mattress. Our bodies were hot and slick from exertion and still we continued. Twice you had to stop and pull my hands away from your shoulders, where my nails kept wanting to dig in. After the third time you used the tatters of my night gown to bind my wrists together, above my head.

Things were said, promises and threats, love and hate. It was a height of passion that bordered on dementia. My head was thrown back, your face pressed into the crook of your shoulder. The darkness of the room gradually lightened as the sun rose. Your head rose, our lips met, tongues explored. Your eyes were emerald, with gold glints. You wore a feral expression, your grin dangerous as you broke the kiss. 

I panted for breath, fighting the rhythm. I needed air, I needed water. I was dying, I wanted to die. This moment, here with you, was all that I needed from life. I struggled to free my wrists and you reached out, holding them tight in one hand as you growled. 

Intense, passion, feral, primal… It was too much. My head filled with the sound of static as I screamed out, my entire body shuddered with orgasm as you joined me with one final thrust.

Afterward you fell onto me and we lay together, struggling for breath. I could feel you growing soft, still inside me, and as much as I was exhausted I wanted to feel you grow hard again. I murmured something and you answered, neither of us using actual words. The room was bright and we knew there wasn’t time. With a nearly physical feeling of loss, we separated.

“God” I muttered unthinking, then laughed as you said you were glad it was good for me too. I set the alarm so that we could get up in a couple of hours and curled up against you. My mind spun and reeled dizzily, and I tried to still it. A single thought kept surfacing and I fought to ignore it.

I knew that we had gone too far, and there would be no returning. It could no longer be ignored, and the consequences would come eventually. The only thing to do was enjoy the time until then. Yes, we were in trouble, but it didn’t matter yet.

You muttered something sleepily and I kissed you. “I love you.” I whispered. It seemed stupid not to say it, when I had been thinking it for months now. You responded the same, that you loved me too.

Yes, we were in trouble.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 03



Callista Monroe tried to focus her attention on the damned file that was on her computer screen. Even in the air conditioned comfort of her office, she could feel the hot Southern California sunshine pounding on the back of her neck. But it was the heat in another part of her anatomy that was distracting her right now. Would this summer never fucking end, she cursed to herself. 

It really was not the unseasonably hot and dry even for Los Angeles weather that was getting to her. It was him. Donavan Bradshaw. And with the end of summer came the end of his internship at Tyson, Turner and Tyson, LLP. Then things could return to normal. She could return to normal. Her libido could return to normal. Not that Callie was not always a sexual woman, it was just that usually she controlled her sex drive and not some over-blown wet dream controlling her. 

She sighed and gave serious consideration to slipping into her private bathroom with the bullet that she always kept in purse for emergencies. The problem was that no matter how much she seemed to feed this demon, no matter how many times a day she took the edge with a Happy O, she could not keep that damned man out of her head. 

It did not help that she actually knew just how great the sex was. That she could remember just how well his cock fit inside of her, how well he used the damned thing. It helped even less that every time she closed her eyes she watched the giant screen version of dark brown chocolate hands caressing every inch of her almost alabaster skin. "Fuck," she cursed as she gave up in desperation and reached for her bottom drawer, her purse and her little purple 'friend' in the side pocket. 

But before she could grab it, her intercom rung and her assistant Gena's voice stopped her. "Mister Tyson would like to see you in his voice asap."

Callie frowned, "Jack or Junior?" she asked. She was not in the mood for either but she could way more tolerate Jack's arrogance than Junior's sense of entitlement. 

"Jack's office but I think I heard Junior in the background."

Fuck, fuck, and double fuck. This was rarely a good thing. Usually it meant that Jack wanted her to save his precious baby boy's bacon...again. Hell, sometimes she felt more like one of their 'fixers' than the private detectives and public relations gurus that they hired for such bullshit. But what choice did she have? 

Being a partner in a law firm should come with wedding vows of its...for better or worse, for richer or poorer. Of course the reality for someone like her was that no matter how good or rich, she knew that the part about sickness or health and forsaking all others until death do you part...did not apply. You were only as good or necessary as your last case and there was always a string of junior partners waiting for you to trip and fall, snipping at your heels even. 

She stood and straightened her suit. She tried to smile at Gena as she walked past her desk, but both women knew the score when called before their royal highnesses. She was so distracted that she almost ran straight into Donavan just outside of Jack's office. 

His dark hands that came up to grasp her arms and steady her seemed even darker against the pure white silk of her blouse. It was so thin she could feel the heat of his skin through the damned thing. And she could not stop her body from responding. Her nipples hardened inside her bra. She wished she had thought to grab her jacket off the back of her chair before coming. She did not want to even think about how the girls must look through her blouse, straining against the confines of her bra. 

Damn this man! He was the last person she needed to see before facing old man Jack or snotty nosed whiny Junior. 

As if on cue, the smug bastard stuck his head out of his father's office door, "Oh there you are. I was just coming to see what was taking you so long." His smile broadened as he took in the too-familiar scene before him, "Work before pleasure I am afraid, Callie. I am sure it will keep for later."

Callie threw Junior one of her nastiest looks. Sometimes life really was not fair. If he had not been Jack Tyson's son, the man would not have merited even an internship this firm, let alone that coveted final named partnership that should have been hers...or a half dozen other senior partners all of whom worked harder, billed more hours and brought way more money and prestige to the firm than this pathetic little man. 

She had little doubt what this meeting was about either. Jack needed her to 'handle' another of Junior's little indiscretions with a secretary or paralegal. He would write the fat check. She would draw up the confidentiality agreement. And they would make another little problem go away. But damn was she tired of paying out of company funds to cover this man's little 'problem.'

Perhaps she was being self-righteous considering her own 'little indiscretion' still had his hands on her and had actually moved to stand almost between them. She wanted to laugh at the idea. Like she was some fucking damsel in distress who needed saving from Junior? She could and had handled this schmuck for more years than she could count...and way too many 'little indiscretions.' 

"I'm coming," she replied tightly as she moved past Donavan.

"I doubt that, Ice Queen," said her nemesis.

***

Donavan wanted to punch the man. Who the fuck did he think he was? Problem was that Donavan knew the answer to that one...too well. He had just been heading to Callie's office to enlist her help with the matter. But it looked like she was playing for the other side on this one. Too damned bad, he thought.

Because he was already on Selena's case. He was determined to make this man pay too. What he had done to the girl was more than just sexual harassment, it was rape. And Donavan was going to see him prosecuted for it too. Then when the weak, whiny bastard was rotting in state prison he just might have a little talk with one of his cousins...Bloods or Crips, it did not matter. Make sure the man was not too lonely behind bars. Better yet...just have them spread the word to the Latino gangs about what this man did to the little chica. 

And if Miss Monroe thought she could save the man's ass this time, well, she had never gone up against him. She had no idea how vicious he could and would be. His weapons might be words but that did not mean he was one bit less malicious than his gun tooting cousins. He had already won one round with the woman and he would this one too. 

He was just glad that he had convinced Selena to tell him what was wrong that night when he found her crying alone in the office they shared with the other interns. He really did not know what the young woman would have done without his friendship, advice and help. But he always had been a sucker for tears. 

But it was cries of a different kind he wanted to tear out of Callie Jean. That might have to wait though, especially if she was aiding and abetting the enemy on this one. 

***

Callie pushed past Junior and plastered one of her best poker smiles on as Jack waved for her to take a seat across from his desk. There was little doubt about it now. If she was being put in the 'naughty' chair across from the stern captain of this ship, then they needed her skills once more. And from the somber look on Jack's face this one was bad.

She took the seat he offered though she noted that Junior choose to pace off to the side. And when Jack did open his mouth, she felt a deep sense of foreboding. "I just want to thank you again for the brilliant as always work you did in Vegas. You have over the years done this firm proud, Callie."

Callie was it now? Something rose instead of her. She was not even sure what it was but she knew one thing. It felt right. "Listen, Jack," well, if she was Callie then the old man could be Jack to his face...for the first time. "Cut the crap. You and I both know I am damned good at my job. The best. So just cut to the chase. What now?" She looked pointedly at Junior. She did not even bother to hide how she felt about the man from his father. "Is it a secretary? Another paralegal? Or maybe you went slumming this time...one of the night maids that clean up the offices?"

The man turned red. His hands tightened into fists at his side as he puffed out his chest, "Oh, don't give me that high and mighty shit, Ice Queen. You think I didn't see how hard them little titties got out there in the hall? If anyone is slumming it, it is you. Maybe that is the problem? You can't get off with a white man? Is that it? Maybe you ain't come so damned far from that trailer park after all, huh?"

Callie inhaled. On some level, this felt good. So damned good. To just let it all out. No more hiding behind polite conventionality. Besides she knew the truth, Junior was still pissed because when he had tried his shit with her when she was just an associate, she had shot him down. And made damned sure the man knew better than to ever try again. He had responded by throwing her a nasty case...a real sexual harassment one. She had taken his challenge and beat him at his game. Earning his father's attention and a start down the long road to partner in the process.

Although at the moment, she was not so sure that was a good thing. She pointedly ignore the man and turned back to her boss, "Whatever it is, I'll do it, Jack. But let me make this perfectly clear to you and Junior. This is the last time. The last time I shaft some poor victim of your son's over-inflated ego and tiny..." She simply smiled.

The man blanched at her forthright words, but she was not to be stopped now. "I am trying of company funds being used to pay off the victims of your son's abuse. A portion of the proceeds from my partnership package...and the others. So let me make this abundantly clear to you both. If this ever happens again, handle it yourselves, quietly and out of your own damned money. If I find out you haven't then I will take the issue to the partnership committee. Your names might be on the door but there are still enough votes around that table to back me on this one. Am I understood?"

The man tented his fingers underneath his chin and stared at her as if seeing her for the first time ever. He studied for a long moment. The silence might have made anyone else uncomfortable but Callie was too good a negotiator to be fooled. She knew what silence like this one meant...victory.

In the end, the man nodded his almost completely white head. "Agreed. And yet again young woman you make me glad that you are on our side of the table and not the other."

She wondered for a moment, why, besides the money, was she? Ironic that a woman who had herself been the victim of sexual harassment should defend the abusers...her abuser especially. She reminded herself then that she had a lot of vacation time banked, maybe it was time she thought about using some of it. 

Maybe a nice tropical beach, a few coconut cups with the funny umbrellas and a nice pool boy to rub out all her tensions. Stella was not the only one that needed to get her groove back. If she did not want to look closer, to examine the facial features of her mysterious pool boy with the dark chocolate hands spreading sunscreen on her flat tummy...well...maybe Junior had a point about some things.

***

Donavan had almost expected it but that did not lessen his disappointment when Callie entered the tiny inner cubicle that was the sanctum sanctorum of the lowly summer interns. He seriously doubted that the woman had been inside this room in over fifteen years since she was an intern herself. He was almost surprised she could even find her way here in the labyrinth of offices at Turner, Tyson and Turner LLP. 

But one thing he was not going to do was show his hand just yet. Always the sly one, she had waited until the other interns had left for the bars. It was Friday evening so she did not need to wait long. They were still more college student than attorney. Except for people like herself, him and Selena with something to prove to themselves more than the others for whom all of it had been so easy. She had nodded to the young woman and then focused upon him. The errand that she sent him on was ridiculously easy. So it was easy to see it for what it was...a ruse to get him out of the office and speak to the girl alone. 

Of course, he was not going to stand up and taut attorney-client privilege, demanding to be included in whatever negotiations she had in mind. Instead, he nodded and slipped just outside the door. Far away enough that she could not see him, but close enough to get the gist of what was said. He could get all the details from Selena later.

***

Callie asked herself again what she was doing here? Only little more than fifteen years ago she was this girl. That she should now be using her power to betray a comrade seemed so incredibly wrong. For a moment, she thought about turning and leaving, keeping the check and documents she held in the folder to herself and simply lying to Jack that the woman had turned down his settlement and terms.

But she reasoned not only would that be disloyal to the firm and its other partners who did not deserve to have their reputations sullied by a scandal, it was also not in the girl's best interest. Because this time, she had done her best. She had fought for the largest possible settlement, especially when she heard the full story...not that she was deluded enough to think that she had yet. Oh no, but then again if she knew Junior she did not want to know either. 

No, this had to be done. And she just had to trust that if she could get past the fear and intimidation that Junior had put her through, then this woman was strong enough to do so too. Although she had never slept with the man, let alone carried his baby. A baby that was doomed by the terms of this agreement. That had been the hardest part for Callie, a woman whose own biological clock was on snooze control. But Jack and Junior had been adamant...the pregnancy must be terminated.

"Selena, I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time to discuss an important matter for Tyson, Turner and Tyson?" she began with her most sympathetic smile. The first step was always to win the opponents trust.

***

Donavan could not hear exactly what was being said and that made him uncomfortable. But what made him even more uncomfortable was the look of utter horror on Selena's face, the way he could see she was fighting back tears and the protective curve of her hand over her lower abdomen. He had not dared go too far ad leave her alone with the woman. 

He shook his head...the woman he was fast coming to believe he loved was the villain here. Maybe not the villain that role was securely sewn up by that smug prick Junior, but Callie was being used by him. What did he expect? The woman was a full partner at this firm. She was protected her interests, financial and otherwise. What's more she had made a career and built a reputation on that side of the table, defending the Juniors of this world and throwing the Selena's of it under the bus.

He stepped into the office, smiling like nothing was happening. "I am sorry Miss Monroe but I cannot find that file you wanted. I was just about to walk Selena down to her car. Once I do that I will be happy to come back up and keep searching until I find it."

Callie shook her head, "No, Mister Bradshaw, that won't be necessary. I will look around my desk one more time before I go home. I am sure I saw it somewhere." She turned to his friend and placed her hand on her shoulder, "Please just promise me you will think about what I said. This does not have to the end of the world for you. You are too smart for this." Then she turned and brushed past him. For a moment he would have sworn he saw tears in the corner of those cold blue eyes too. 

But he could not be two places at once and Callie was barely out the door when Selena burst into tears. It took him close to half an hour to calm her down. When he finally did, it was only to be forced to share an elevator down with Callie. 

It did not help that he could see how tense the whole thing made her too. It helped even less that all he could think about how if Selena was not there he would pull the emergency stop button and push her against the glass wall of the elevator car. He probably did not even have the patience to push her panties aside, he would rip them off her...and plunge so deep inside of her that they could both forget this whole horrid fucking mess. 

That was his final thought as the elevator came to a halt in the basement parking garage. The doors opened and he heard an engine start up. Nothing unusual about that but the next sounds he knew all too well, that rapid pops of a semi-automatic weapon. He had heard it often enough growing up in Compton that his reaction was hard wired into him. He used his body to push both woman to the ground, shielding them as much as he could with his own. He barely caught sight of the black SUV as it sped past them. Even at ground level, he could only make out two letters in the license plate. He knew that would be no help. 

Besides right now there were much more important things, "Callie Jean? Selena?" he cried out as he rolled to side away from them after the sound of the car's engine died down.



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 1



What was I thinking? I am in my forties. In my second marriage, and well, according to the stories I read on this site, very uninformed and somewhat prudish. I know that most of these stories are made up, but some seem to be very true. I don't read the incest, or BDSM. Well Ok, I'll be honest; I may have read one or two.

I did realize is that my sex life is missing "excitement". I have never crossed the line of "regular" sex. Oh, I've got some sexy bras and panties, but I have never shown my stuff to strangers. I have never been felt up in a bar, made love in public, and didn't ever consider having a threesome.

I'd lay in bed at night, letting my mind wander, and try to imagine what really happens in those stories, or better yet, did they really happen? I finally came to realize that it didn't really mater. I knew that some of them really made me horny. Wait, let me rephrase that with the language of these stories, they made my pussy wet! I'd read late at night, then go wake up my husband and have some sex. I was afraid to let him know that while he was humping away on me, I was fantasizing about whatever story made me get excited.

I was experiencing a wake up call for my sex life. It was glowingly apparent that while I have no complaints about my life, I knew there was definitely room for improvement. I kept thinking of the word "Forbidden Fruit". It made me dig deeper into my past. What is "Forbidden Fruit" for me? Okay, so my first answer was "absolutely everything." The second answer was the fact that I enjoyed the stories about women "accidentally" showing off their bodies. It seemed so very harmless. And I do have a body that should be at least somewhat desirable. I have a runner's body plus twenty pounds. Yet, I was a woman who hardly ever showed off anything, to anyone. 

Another roadblock for me would be confessing this to my hubby. I didn't know what he would think about this. Would he have me locked up, leave me? Would he tell our friends that I have turned into some kind of sex-crazed exhibitionist? Or, would it make him hot too? The possibilities made my head swim. 

I finally came to a conclusion that I am compelled to do something, anything, to try to please this burning desire. I came up with a plan, smiled, closed my eyes and finally drifted off into lusty dreams.

First, I battled with the usual "woman" stuff. Am I desirable? Am I too fat? Are my boobs, oops, lets be more daring, tits, are my tits good enough? They are only a full B cup. Of course, all the women in the stories have C's D's, DD's, and DDDDDDDDDD's. I guess I'll just have to find out for myself! I surprised myself a bit with my dashing new confidence.

I decided to go shopping. While probably nobody would notice, I had put hours of thought into what I would wear. It took me several changes before I was ready to go. Showered, powdered, and more work on my hair since the last wedding I went to. The big difference was that I had on a loose fitting scoop neck t-shirt without a bra. I tested it in front of the mirror. When I bent over, my tits would show! 

I went to a quieter strip mall about 20 miles from my house. I didn't want to run into anyone that I knew. My first store was a shoe store. After being confronted with "Can I help you" at each isle that I went to, I finally was asked by a very handsome young man if I saw anything I liked. I smiled inside and thought, "That was going to be my question." I waited for the right moment and bent over to show him something on the bottom shelf. I knew that I was "wide open". I could feel the air-conditioned air around my tits. I glanced up; he was looking at the damn shoes, not me. Oh! My confidence was shot down. I am NOT desirable! 

He told me "That shoe isn't your style." 

Who the fuck did he think he was? Not my style! Why wasn't he starring at me? My BOLD new attitude and my bold NAKED tits! Then it dawned on me. This young man was right! It was an ugly shoe. And I realized another thing, this young man was about as gay as you could get! Just my luck! I try to be brave, and I pick the only guy in the store that couldn't be less interested!

I did score a good deal on some very nice shoes. Lance was wonderful. He was so right about my shoes. On the way home I remembered that I needed to pick up my developed pictures from the camera store. I entered the store and went directly to the pick up counter. A very good looking man, probably close to my age, was eager to help me out. He insisted that I stay there and check all my pictures out before I left. I usually just paid and left, but took his advice and slowly went through them. They were all pictures from our last camping trip. Good photos. 

I started to feel that he was unusually interested in my photos. Then it dawned on me. While I was looking at the photos, I think he was checking me out. At first, I was a bit mad about this, and then I remembered my quest. Hey, this was cool! For the first time in a long time, I felt desirable. I was feeling quite flattered that this man wanted me to stay right where I was, so he could check me out. I knew that my nipples were hard. I had a hard time figuring out how much of my tits were showing. 

I did bend over a bit more, as if I were inspecting the detail of the pictures. I knew that they must be completely showing. I loved this feeling. There was no "naughty," no "hussy," just the wonderful feeling of being appreciated.

I didn't want to leave. I had already gone thru the pile twice. He moved around a few times, also bending over to pretend to look at the prints, I knew he was trying to get a better look down my shirt. I not only let him, damn it, I made it very easy for him. 

"Is there anything else" he interrupted my fantasy.

"Um," Think,damn it. " Yes. Um, do you sell the digital cameras here?"

"Yes we do. They are at the next counter." I followed him to the next counter. I also glanced around the store. We were totally alone. He went thru the accolades of too many different cameras. I wasn't really listening. He did demonstrate a nice camera and took several pictures of me. I was amazed how clear and fast they were. My first thought was that "I hated my smile." My second thought was, look at my hard nipples. I never paid much attention to them. I liked it. And my hair is still perfect!

"This must cut down on your business. I mean, there is no need to develop them". 

"It does in some ways," He answered. He looked around like he was going to disclose some national secrets, "It cuts down on the "R-rated photos that people take." 

"R-rated" I mouthed.

He now looked uncomfortable, like he took a chance to be secretive, and I like a dummy, shut him down.

"Oh you mean Boudoir Photography," I just remembered that phrase from a Cosmo magazine. 

"Ya, that's what they call it."

"Really, do people really do that? I thought it was just Cosmo crap."

"You'd be surprised." He bragged.

I thought for a moment. I took in all the sensuality going on here. I'm going out of my way to show this man my tits. He obviously likes it. I like it. I decided to play more. I NEEDED to play more. "I bet you get to see it all," I said in playful tone.

Again he craned his neck, looking around. "It's a real perk."

"Can I ask a question? Kind of a personal question?"

"Sure, ask away."

"Do you have any of those photos? I'd really like to see some."

"I don't know," he stammered. "I could really get in trouble. I shouldn't have even have mentioned it."

I felt bad. I wanted to see them. I felt an odd bond with John, the camera man. After all, I've just been an exhibitionist for this stranger. I decided to give it one more try. "Look" I confessed, "I'm thinking about trying this for my husband. I need something to go by."

"You're not a cop, are you?"

"No, heavens no."

"Are you from the corporate office?"

I don't know why I did this, but I emptied my purse on the counter. "Look, see I'm just Donna. I'm just a mid forties woman, who is tired of a boring sex life. I'm trying to be more open. I'm trying to be sexy." I almost started crying. I felt like I was pleading. 

He was nodding his head. "OK, Donna. I'm with you. Really!"

I was ready to do more pleading. I was ready to rip my shirt off, and well, I don't know what else, but I felt that I came this far; I wasn't about to be shut down. 

Again the slow look around, " Can you wait? I close the store in five minutes." "Sure."

I feigned interest in the digital cameras and telescopes. Four people came in to pick up pictures. He didn't tell them to look at the pictures before they left. I felt special. I did look at each of the people and wondered if any of them had nude photos. I was enjoying my new exhibitionist side. I've never wondered about people's private lives, but now I was keenly intrigued.

I watched as John pulled the shades and turned off the outside lights. He went into his office and pulled out a photo album. "You must never tell anyone. Or my ass will be fired."

I put my hand on his. "You can trust me". I bent over to look at the pictures, I propped my elbows on the counter. Again, I felt his eyes peering down my shirt. I felt my nipples harden, and I even felt a tiny wetness in my panties. I was getting turned on.

As I turned the pages, I saw many women. They were nude, some wear wearing lingerie, bras and panties. At first I wanted to be judgmental and joke about some of the bodies and poses. Then I realized that I was privy to see people in true intimate moments. Each woman looked as though they thought that they were Marilyn Monroe. They were probably doing this for the men they loved. I even thought that I might recognize some of them. I asked, "Do you think they know that you have these?"

"Actually", he pondered, "believe it or not, I think some people like knowing that I have them." 

I can relate, was what I wanted to say, "Hmmmm," was what came out.

"So," he asked weakly, "Do you see yourself doing this?"

I needed to be cunning. I needed to be interesting. "I guess if I do, you'll be the second person to know!"

He smiled. We both won. He got to see my tits. He got to get me excited. I got to push the envelope. I was daring, and brave and sexy. I loved it.

I excused myself, took my photos and thanked him with a kiss. I got in my car, turned up the radio, and drove home like a teenager. I wanted to run into the house and tell Bill what I had accomplished tonight. Then I remembered that he probably wasn't on the same page that I was on. He may not understand what I did, and why I did it. The second part of my plan was to somehow get him to read Literotica, and hope that he opens up about his fantasies. I want him to be more open, more daring, more sexual. Like me!

I bounced into the house. Bill was home and working on the computer. I smiled and said "Hi honey."

He did a bit of a double take when he saw me braless. My nipples were still hard from my adventures. 

He had a bit of different look. "You left the computer on."

"Sorry," I said as I started to leave the room.

"You left it in on a site called Literotica!"

Busted. I must have shot him the same look that my son Donald gave me when I confronted him about some Playboy magazines I found under his bed. Then I realized, hey, I'm an adult, I can look at that stuff. I stepped up to the plate. "Ya, isn't it cool?"

"I've been reading this stuff for hours!"

Home run. "Do you like it?"

He turned around and stood up. He was sporting a definite bulge in his pants and it was looking my way. I lifted my shirt like the college girls do on spring break. "I think it's bed time!"

Bill chased me up the stairs and caught me about half way up. My God, this man was pulling my pants down. It was exciting! In less than a minute he had my panties down and was climbing on. I was wild with wetness. 

I wanted him to fuck me right there. I was loud. I moaned. I talked like a slutty woman. I told him to fuck me hard. I hardly ever use these words. But I was charged with ecstasy. I told him to shove his big hard cock into my pussy. He grabbed my tits from behind as he pumped away. I came and I came. I felt his sweat dripping on my back. I felt each muscle tingle as he fucked me dog style on our steps. I remembered how only a few hours earlier I was showing off my tits. As a matter of fact, I wanted John the camera guy to see me now. I could even visualize him taking pictures, or maybe even touching my tits. 

My mind was racing. Memories of some of the stories I have read, visuals of some of the women I saw posing for their men, and the raw feeling of being pounced on by Bill. I had HUGE orgasms. Many. I cried when he finally came into me. His hips locked tightly onto the checks of my round, warm ass. His cock was all the way in, pulsating. 

He started to apologize when he heard me cry. I stopped him and told him it was good tears. I collapsed on the steps. Bill laid down next to me. "Whew," was all he could say.

"Whew indeed," I answered. I knew what got my motor running; I wondered what Bill had read that made him this way. Which were the stories that got him going? Was he was fantasizing about some story while fucking me? What is Bill's Forbidden Fruit? How will I ever be able to tell him about mine, and how will I find out about his?

To be continued...



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 2



It had been several days since our wild lovemaking event on the steps. I felt changed forever. It was very good that the kids were away at college, as I changed my image and my wardrobe. I seldom wore a bra. I noticed the stares and peeks from most everyone I came in contact with. 

I became addicted to reading erotic stories. I struggled with thinking about all the varieties of stories. Which ones would I do? What makes Bill hot? I wanted to act out Bill's fantasies, I just hope they didn't involved whips and chains and blood. I toiled with the thought of weird sexual practices, golden showers, gangbangs, anal, and forced. I found myself becoming judgmental with them, but then finally realized, that hey, these things didn't have to make sense. Sexual play comes out of the emotional side of the brain, not the logical. 

Bill had won a three-day holiday at a resort about three hours from our house. Even though our kids are gone to college and we are home alone, it was still exciting to get away for the weekend. It was for the "Honeymoon Suite". I especially looked forward to the drive. We drove our little Audi TT Roadster, a treat to ourselves for surviving the childrearing days.

For some unknown reason, whenever we got on the road, I always felt like talking about sex. This was a perfect opportunity to talk about my and our turn-ons, I hoped. I wanted to set the stage so I told him that the sex on the steps was some of the best sex I could ever remember.

He grinned at me. 

The silence was electrifying.

I finally got up the nerve to ask him, "So, what do you think of Literotica?

He snickered, then grinned, "Wow, it's pretty cool. I haven't read sex stories since before we were married. You know, I used to buy those magazines." 

"Ya", I agreed, "This is much easier, much more private. I think I would feel goofy if I had to buy those magazines now. This way, I can do it in the privacy of my own home."

"So", I asked with a pregnant pause, Which of categories of stories get you going?" I knew that was a loaded question, but I asked anyway. I just knew that if he asked me first, and I said something that he didn't like, it might ruin our moment. 

He hesitated. 

I continued, "Honey, it's ok, we're adults, this is just us." Please God don't let it be whips and chains, or golden showers.

"It's whips and chains, submission, and spanking!" He said with a grin.

Think! What do I do now? "Won't you find those chains to be pretty uncomfortable?" I asked slyly.

He laughed. "I was messin' with ya. Actually," He continued, "I enjoyed the exhibitionist and wife swapping stories, is that weird?"

"It's only weird that I like them too. I mean, I don't think that I actually want someone else's unit in me, but the thought of it is pretty exciting! You know, forbidden fruit. We're not supposed to think about stuff like that."

"Ya," He confided, "I'm not supposed to like the idea of other men seeing my wife naked, but I gotta tell you, the idea of it does turn me on. I mean, we spend all waking moments of every day doing our best to keep our bodies covered. Then I read these stories where the wife wears revealing clothes, or flashes men. I don't know, I guess it's exciting."

My smile went from inside out. I knew that this particular weekend was going to be interesting.

We started talking about previous experiences. We both had long relationships with other people before we were married. I told him about one time when I went to a fancy dinner with Bob and his best friend Sean and a few other couples. The alcohol was flowing. I wore a black dinner dress; it was pretty short and sexy. He wanted me to be sexy underneath, so I wore a garter belt, stockings, bikini panties and no bra. 

We wound up at our house afterwards. We were having a blast. Sean's girlfriend got mad at all of us and left early. I felt so sexy underneath it all. The guys were pretty much staring at me all night. I came up with a devious plan. I faked passing out. I slid down on the floor. I could tell that the hem of my dress was up around my ass.

Bob asked Sean to help carry me to bed. I wasn't in the safest of hands, being that they were pretty drunk, but I was with adventurous hands, as I felt hands pretty much all over me. I couldn't really tell which hands were Bob's and which ones were Sean's. But they were both laughing at the situation.

They put me in bed. Bob said, "help me with her dress". Sean asked if he should be there too. Bob, in his drunken state said, "Just give me give me a hand. You've seen underwear before".

Sean leaned me forward and Bob unzipped my dress. He pulled the shoulders off. Pull it down Sean. Sean gingerly pulled it down. "Wow" was all he said. Bob sounded pretty proud and said, "Ya, she's got beautiful tits!" They worked together and pulled my dress completely off. There I was, in just my panties and stockings. The room got pretty quiet. They were whispering. My panties went off in one quick pull. I was nude except for my garter belt and stockings. The lights went off. I felt them get into bed, one on each side. I felt four hands exploring my body. I started breathing hard, it was pretty exciting. It was so cool to have both nipples sucked at once. I couldn't hold back any more. I started getting hot. The alcohol set me free. The rest of the night was a blur. I know that I fucked them both. I'm not sure how many times. Of course, I did manage to be sucking one while the other was fucking me. That particular night was never talked about since. They are still best friends, so it was just one of those things that happen in the middle of the night. 

"Whew!" Was all Bill could say?

After a minute of silence Bill told me about how he used to spy on the lady next door when he was a teenager. His bedroom window was in line with hers. She was a single mother. He saw her naked almost everyday. He would watch her dress and undress. He was pretty sure that she knew that he was watching, as she always faced the windows. 

Then he told me about one night at Tony, his friends house. Tony was showing pictures of his vacation in Mexico. One picture showed his wife Diane in a white sheer dress on the balcony. It was very thin; you could see that all she had on was tiny panties underneath. Her tits and nipples were there to be seen. Bill said that he probably spent too much time looking at that picture. Tony looked around and said; "I've got better" He got out a separate package. Tony made Bill promise not to tell Diane, and spilled the pictures out. There she was, topless, in sexy lingerie, and finally totally nude. 

"Really! You saw her naked pictures! What did you think?"

"Great, I mean, she looked good. I felt naughty and voyeuristic, but it was cool."

"Would you show your buddies pictures of me?"

"Whew, I never thought of it. Besides, we don't have any. And you wouldn't, I mean would you? Would you?"

I just smiled. "Never know!"

I glanced at the speedometer, we were doing over 95, I told him to cool his jets, and watch the speed. When we got to the hotel, I couldn't wait to get into our room. The check-in went smooth. We were handed the keys to our plush luscious suite. It had a beautiful private balcony with a stunning view of the shimmering lake. Our bed was four-poster, with huge oak legs and spindles. It was decorated rustic, yet romantic. The room had paintings of couples kissing and semi-nude women. I immediately thought that this is some kind of passion pit. You knew by taking in all the beauty and privacy that wild and incredible sex probably always happened in here.

I was standing by the French doors when Bill put his hand on my back and gently rubbed. "I think you may have accidentally forgot to wear a bra", he teased.

"Oh my!" I teased back, "I not only forgot to wear one, I guess I sorta kinda forgot to bring any. I hope you don't mind? I mean, I can run into town and buy some!"

"I guess I have to put up with it!"

Our moment was interrupted by the knock of the door and our bellman bringing in our luggage. I stayed by the window and Bill helped out the young man. I noticed that both of the guys seemed to looking my way. Bill tipped the boy and sent him on his way. Both guys had big smiles.

Bill walked up to me a gave me a kiss. "Do you remember when I said that my friend showed me a picture of his wife standing on the balcony with a white dress on?"

"Ya"

"Well, me and Tim the bellman, saw you in the sunlight. I must say, we could see virtually everything."

"Really!" I was a bit surprised, and pleased. "What did you think?"

"I think I can speak for the both of us, we liked it." He put my hand on his growing penis. 

"I can see that. Do you want to take a picture of me like this?" 

"Oh ya!" He raced and fumbled with the camera, He took a few pictures. I liked the fact of him seeing me, seeing me sexy. I posed for him like a Victoria's Secret model. "Can you see anything? Do my boobs show? Here, wait a minute," I took a breath, gathered some courage, then gathered the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I stood topless in front of my husband before, many times, but never while he snapped pictured of me. I loved it. I loved the fact that I was topless on a balcony, topless in front of my man while he snapped pictures. I felt like the sexiest woman alive. I knew that he would eventually be showing these to his friends. I didn't care. As a matter of fact I knew that I was going to have them developed by John, the camera store man. He would be seeing me nude. I loved it even more. 

I eventually walked towards Bill, knelt down in front of him, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them around his ankles. I reached inside his boxers and freed his cock. I expertly licked it from the base to the tip. I tasted the first of his cum. After I licked him like a candy cane, I took the full tip in my mouth and swished my saliva around it. I cupped his balls and could feel them tighten in his sack. Soon they became tight. He tried to pump away. I stopped him. I peeled off my panties and sat on the edge of the bed. I guided him to stand in front of me. I spread my pussy lips and let his hardness in. I stopped him from pumping me, and made the walls of pussy contract and loosen. He sighed and continued to stand there. I asked him.

"Could you see my tits when I stood by the window?

"Yes"

"Did the bellhop see my tits?"

"Yes"

"Did you like it? Did you like him seeing my tits?"

"Oh god yes."

"What did he see? Tell me. Please, tell me everything."

"We could see your nice round tits, your tan line, your white panties and your nipples. It almost looked like you were naked." 

"Are my tits too small?"

"God no, they are perfect. We both had boners. We loved seeing your tits. And I loved having another man see your hot tits and nipples."

I came. I let go of Bill. "Now. Now fuck me!" He laid me down and mounted me. While he trusted his hard cock deep into me I let me mind go. I remembered how hot it felt when two men were feeling me up, then fucking me. I remembered stories where women were showing their bodies, stripping in front of several men. Husbands and strangers, I remember showing my tits to John the Cameraman. I felt alive, I felt born again. I felt so fucking sexy. He pumped about five minutes before he pumped a load of hot come into me. 

We fell into bed and rolled into a nice satisfied sleep. We must have needed it, because we slept right thru the night. I woke to find my satisfied hubby having coffee on the patio. I walked out wearing only panties and gave him a big kiss. 

"Aren't you a bit overdressed?" he laughed.

"Honey, you may have to battle me to get dressed this weekend. It feels so good to be nude."

"I want to check out the pool and hot tub sometime today, he said. So eventually we may have to wear something."

"Hmmmmm, hot tub, it sounds so good. I wish we had one right here so we could do it naked."

"Maybe we still can, let's check it out later."

We lounged all day. I worked on an "all over" tan for the very first time.

We finally decided it was time to "come up for air" and go out for dinner. I chose a lightweight light blue dress and sandals. (Notice the lack of underwear) I wore some jewelry, but kept it minimal also.

We sat for dinner in a beautiful lounge that, of course, has a full view of the lake. We watched the sunset while we drank wine and casually worked on a tasty dinner of steak and lobster. We were seated next to another couple that was acting very similar to us, very touchy, feely, and obviously in love and lust. It was fun to see that in other couples. We did make casual eye contact followed by polite smiles. It was Brad who finally offered a toast to the four of us people in love. They joined our table and we soon became fast friends. They were celebrating their 15th anniversary. We were a few years older, but enjoying all similarities in our lives. 

It also turned out that they were in the room near ours. They wanted to book our room, but of course, we were already there. Brad told us that he just retired as a professional baseball player. He looked the part with his suntan face and athletic build. His wife Sandy was blonde and light skinned. She carried herself as being rich and confident. She also had a trim figure, larger breasts and wonderful long legs. While sometimes I feel that rich women can be stuffy, she totally proved me wrong by being funny and friendly. 

We drank several more bottles of wine and became silly and friendly. Sandy asked me to join her to the ladies room. While we were there we gossiped and giggled like we were old friends. While we were touching up our makeup, she took me in confidence and asked if she could ask a personal question. I nodded yes.

"Are you braless?" She asked.

"Yes, is it that obvious?"

"I didn't notice until I saw Brad checking you out. He always wants me to, but I feel so self conscious." 

"I love the feeling, as a matter of fact, I even went further today!" I lifted my skirt and showed her the side of my legs all the way to my waist. 

"Oh my God!" was all she said. "You're so brave!"

"You can do it too", I said. Then I challenged her, "Do it. I dare ya."

She thought for a minute, and then smiled. "OK. I'm not a prude you know. I've skinny dipped before". She pulled the elastic top of her dress down to reveal a cute pink lacy bra. Without missing a beat she unhooked the front hook bra and freed her beautiful c cup breasts. I never felt quite so turned on by another woman. I couldn't help but stare, I even wanted to touch them, and they were so perfect.

"Cool," I offered, "Skinny dipping is something that I've never done, but I'd like to."

"Well", she challenged back, "I dare you back!"

"You're on sister," we shook hands.

"Wait." She stopped in her tracks, lifted her skirt and removed her matching panties. "What should I do with these?" 

"I'd give them to Brad under the table if you want to drive him nuts." I chided.

If I felt like I was on exhibit when we walked to the restroom, I felt like we were putting on a major show when the two of us walked back in our states of undress. People stared. I smiled. I loved it!

My hubby couldn't take his eyes off Sandy's free nipples. I watched Brad turn red faced as Sandy handed him her panties under the table. He looked at her chest, then mine. He knew that I knew as well, he gave me the look as if he was asking if I were nude under my dress too, I smiled and nodded.

Sandy and I had our men. They smiled and stole glances of our nipples. We were also on new highs. Sandy finally made the next move and asked if we wanted to go for a walk on the beach. It's very warm in here she said as she tugged at the top of her dress. Sandy and I walked ahead of the men on the beach. We went past the deserted swimming beach and hiked over a 10-foot sand dune. When we got to the bottom, sandy asked me if I was still up to her dare. 

"Did you want to go first?" I politely offered.

"No. I dared you, remember?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned around. In my sexiest voice I asked the men if they wanted to go swimming?

Of course, they said that they didn't have suits with. Without missing a beat I lifted my dress over my head and let it fall to the sand. Both men were standing with surprised smiles. Bill looked at Brad. Brad looked at me then Bill, then me, then Sandy, then me again. I felt very sexy. I liked being nude, I loved the attention. 

Sandy looked at Brad. "Honey?" She asked as if she was expecting resistance. He smiled. She changed her doubtful face and smiled. I've got a suit just like that. Within five seconds her dress was lying on top of mine. Sandy and I stood nude in front of our grinning men. "Let's swim", she said as she grabbed my hand and we ran into the water. 

We ran into the water and stopped when we were up to our waists, we stopped and turned around to see the men stripping while running. They focused on us like a heat seeking missile and its intended target. I watched the men with their hard-ons flopping back and forth as they ran. They didn't stop when they got to us; they both tackled and dunked us. We weren't ready to get our hair wet; we just wanted to show off. We started to wrestle and roll around in the water. It was very exciting as we were all nude, and rolling around in the water. I felt many hands on me. I even made it a point to grab Brad's cock. It was a little bit larger than Bill's. I liked the feel of it, I wanted to suck him right there, but held back my impulses. I even put my full hand on Sandy's full tits. I have never done that before. I have never been so intrigued by a pair of tits, but they were so perfect. They are very full hand full, soft pink nipples that were centered on the upper half, pointing straight out. After a few minutes we stopped, and laughed uncontrollably. We even did a group hug. I was amazed how fun and natural it all felt. Their room was ground level so we stopped there after we managed to get somewhat dressed. Sandy and I laughed at each other as our dresses were sticking to our wet bodies. 

"I've never done anything like THAT before," she laughed. 

"Me either", I said, "but I loved it. It was fun." 

The men made plans to golf in the morning and we made plans to tan on our private balcony. Bill and I barely made it to our room before we started ripping our clothes off. An older guy got quite an eye full in the elevator. My dress was still sticking to my wet breasts. I saw the reflection in the elevator mirror. My nipples were hard and very visible. It was like they were trying to escape the confines of my thin dress. I did nothing to impede his stares. 

Bill and I talked about all the stuff that happened while we were fucking on our king size bed. I asked him what he thought of me being on display. He told me that it made him horny. We talked about Sandy's body. We each confessed that we had felt her up. I told him that Brad also had felt me up, a lot. He even dashed a hand across my pussy. I spread my legs, but just as he was going to put a finger in me until you and Sandy tackled me. 

He told me that he saw me feel up Sandy. My pussy was gushing with energy. Bill was fucking we with new vigor. I wrapped my legs around him and we continued to talk about Brad and Sandy. Bill came while I was describing how I managed to stroke Brad. 

I slept late in the morning. Bill got up, showered and left to golf. My sleep was interrupted by a knock on the door. I peeked thru the little spy hole and smiled when I saw that Sandy was here. I threw on light nylon robe and opened the door. She was bringing coffee and pastries. I opened the door and she came in wearing a cute bikini swimsuit with a transparent body wrap. 

We set up a table on the balcony and enjoyed the breakfast. We talked about lots of stuff; she talked about the pain of being a ballplayers wife, the problems with media and fans who were a little too crazy.




Forbidden Fruit Ch. 2



I finally brought up last night. I started to laugh, and said that I had never behaved like that before. She agreed, but added, "I've always wanted to be more daring. We felt plenty safe with you guys. It was fun!" 

"Ya, I had never skinny-dipped, it was plenty cool. Sorry about grabbing your boobs, I guess I got caught up in the moment. I've never had the urge to feel another woman. It's just that yours are so perfect, I had to see what they felt like."

"It's ok, I'm glad you did. It felt good. It was part of the reason we had such great sex after we got into our room. Brad was very interested in yours, it's all he talked about."

I couldn't believe that, but who can figure out men anyhow.

The coffee and Danish was gone, the sun was bearing down on the balcony, so we kicked back and enjoyed the warmth. I grabbed two chaise lounge chairs and said that we shouldn't waste any more sunlight. I was wearing just my robe. I looked around and said, "I'm glad it's private here." I took off my robe and then I lay down on my stomach.

Sandy told me that I was pretty brave. I turned my head to see her slip off the cover-up; she glanced at me and then took her top off. She looked around to make sure that we were in private, and then pulled off her bikini bottoms. "Here's to another first. Brad usually likes me to have tan lines, but I'm sure he'll enjoy hearing that you and I were completely naked and tanning."

I told her that she should make sure to put lots of sun screen on, because untanned body parts will surely get very sunburned.

With a bit of a daring voice she said, "If you do my back, I'll get yours."

I didn't wait a second. She laid a towel down, and then she then lay down. I nervously filled my hands with sunscreen and started at her shoulders. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I was getting a bit turned on. First by my overt behavior, then by this gorgeous woman, and finally by the thought of the guys' reaction to what has happened so far. I rubbed the lotion in well. I got to the small of her back and skipped her butt. I restarted at her feet and worked my way up her legs. She was now moaning a bit. I finally got to her perfectly rounded ass and lathered in lots of lotion. Her ass was as perfect as her breasts. Firm and round, with a gentle feminine curve. She parted her legs slightly and I added lotion to her inner thighs. I accidentally graced her pussy. She bolted a little bit. Then said, "You give good massages. Now, it's your turn. Lay down!"

I took a deep breath. She repeated my actions by starting at my shoulders and working down. I loved the feeling of her massaging gentle feminine hands, it's completely different from a mans' touch. She made sure that she got my side and worked to my butt. She didn't stop there. She massaged the cheeks of my ass well. She finally worked her way all the way to my feet. On her way back up she paid extra attention to my inner thighs. I open my legs. Her thumbs finally reached my pussy, several times. Very purposely she would make contact. I didn't want it to happen, but my hips started moving. She stopped. I froze. Did I do too much? It felt so good. I rolled over to see what was going on. 

She just smiled, "shall I do your front too?" 

Oh my god, I couldn't wait for this. She started at my feet and worked her way up. When she got to my crotch she lathered a little bit in my hair then continued she way up my stomach. Without missing a beat she cupped my breasts and gently kneaded them. I looked up to she her slight smile and her swinging tits and hard nipples just inches from my face. She quickly applied lotion to my arms and laid back on her lounge. I couldn't get there fast enough. I mimicked her routine; starting at her feet I actually spend more overt time near her pussy. After I finished her stomach, I did something that surprised myself, I straddled her hips. I could feel the heat from my pussy on her pubic hair. I rubbed her shoulders and arms. Then I generously spread a giant handful on her tits. It felt so hot to be churning my hips a little into her hers. I paid attention to her tits like a horny teen boy on his first feel of bare tit. I lightly pinched her nipples. She started moving her hips side to side, then up and down. For the first time in my life I wish I had a cock to slide into her pussy. I wanted to see what it would feel like to be a man fucking a beautiful woman.

I lost track of all barriers. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. She hesitated a second, then pulled me closer and parted my lips with her tongue. I swear I could feel electricity as my nipples met hers. Her hands left the back of my head and cupped the cheeks of my ass. I pushed my pelvis into hers. She responded as she pushed her back into mine. 

Just as I was to work my way down her luscious body we were rudely interrupted by a knock on the door and the sound of a key opening the lock. "Housekeeping!"

I rolled off her and got to my own chair. We both covered ourselves with towels. My face felt completely flushed. Sandy grabbed her stuff and run into the bathroom wrapped in her towel. I stayed where I was, and tried to let me heart slow down. "Wow!" Was all I could mutter. 

The maid left after a minute saying that she would be back later. She could tell that she had interrupted something. Sandy was right behind her. 

I took a long shower, shaking with nervousness and excitement. I masturbated in the shower and again on the bed. Thinking of the silky feel of her skin, the touch of her lips on mine. I was pummeled by the memory of me rubbing my pussy on hers. All of those thought made me gush with an orgasm. I'm sure that it may have registered on the Richter scale. 

I took a short nap while I waited for my man to come back. I knew that I would attack him as soon as he got home. I also knew that new opportunities were waiting for our newfound friends and us. 

To be continued... 



Forbidden Fruit Ch. 3



(Thanks to all of you for encouraging me to finish this story. It was a great experience and I really loved the good votes and wonderful comments. The previous chapters are also on file in the Exhibitionist and Voyeur section of Literotica. Big thanks to Literotica for having this fabulous site).

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I spend the balance of the morning around the suite. I managed to get all set up for an hour or two of sunning while I waited for my man to get home from his golf date with Brad. Housekeeping finally came back, but wouldn't make eye contact with me. She probably thought I was a mad lesbian. After all, she did walk in while I was about to have a full passionate kiss to a beautiful nude woman. I still have a hard time believing my personal events with Sandy.

Feeling a little restless, I went for a walk. I found myself by the water, between the sand dunes where just last night I had so shamelessly dropped my dress on the ground and stood nude in front of Bill and our new friends. My new behavior and attitude was overwhelming and powerful. I loved the feeling of being nude, and of showing off. It felt like learning a new language or of being totally free of all secrets. Let's face it; we all carry too many secrets with us all the time. 

I watched as a family of four was playing on the beach. The mom and dad were trying to keep the clothes on their two young toddlers. They finally gave up and let the kids run free and run naked. I wanted to join them, or tell the parents to join them. But I realized that I needed to let them run their lives, and I'll keep track of my own. 

The sun felt so warm. I was dressed in loose fitting shorts and a bra top swimsuit. The sun was feeling almost a little too warm. I found an empty chaise lounge and decided to lie down and enjoy the sun. I rolled up the legs of my shorts as far as they would go without showing my pubic hair, and lifted the straps off my shoulders and let them fall down my arms. I was determined to have tan shoulders with no tan line straps this year. 

I was nearly asleep in the sun until I was startled by a man's voice. 

"Hey" said an attractive young man. "I'm on my way to get a beer, can I get you one?" 

"Sure", was the only thing I could say. Was this guy going to hit on me? Was he just being nice? I guess I'll find out.

He brought back two cold beers and pulled a chair next to me. "May I?" He asked.

"Sure". Wow, can I possibly be more boring? He introduced himself as Tim. I shook his hand and took a big pull on the ice-cold beer. "Wow," I said, this hits the spot, I was roasting out here".

He pointed to the kids running around naked, "Looks like they have they may just have right idea."

"Ya", I agreed, "it's the perfect day for it."

"Of course", he added, " kids aren't the only ones who do that. Last night, I saw two couples do the same thing!"

Ooops, now this guy had my attention. Should I tell him that what he saw was me? Does he know? Is he just playing with me? I wanted to turn the tables

"Are you a voyeur? A peeping tom?"

"NO, no really, my room is right up there, he said pointing to the building. "I was having a beer on the deck, it just sorta happened in front of me. It was just one of those things, I should have turned away, but I didn't. It looked so innocent, so fun, just like these kids here."

"I can buy that, I mean, I know what you mean," I said trying to reassure him. I didn't want to alienate him. "I probably would have watched too!" I wanted to hear more. I could feel myself get excited. "What did they look like?"

"Well", he looked around like he was disclosing top-secret information, "the women were beautiful. I guess I didn't pay much attention to the guys. But the women, wow they looked like models. Absolutely stunning! Those are two lucky guys. My wife would never do anything like that."

"Are you sure? Maybe if the situation was right." 

I'm not sure, no I really don't think so".

"Well I never thought I would do anything like that, but believe it or not, I have done things like that myself!"

"No way. You've done that! I'm impressed! Your hubby is a lucky man." 

I was starting to get interested in this man, he seemed so very nice. I felt sorry for him in a way. I saw how much Bill liked seeing me naked outside, and especially how nice it felt to me too. How free and exciting! It was also at this time that I realized he was looking my way more than he was before. He had sunglasses on so I couldn't tell where he was looking, but I had a distinct feeling that he was looking at my tits. I could feel more air than usual on my nipples. I wanted to know more. I glanced to the water and noticed that the naked kids mom was bending over at the waist to help her kids. Her loose top was draping open, showing all of her large free-swinging breasts and nipples. 

"You're missing another show on the beach." I told him

He turned his head and saw what I was talking about.

"This must be what a strip club is like"? I teased. I also looked down to notice that my bra top was puckered in the middle and bulging open. He most likely could see all of my left breast and nipple. I did nothing to change it. 

He looked back at me. He sported a big smile. I was helping to make his day too. I noticed that he was becoming hard. His shorts were bulging. I felt powerful. I felt sexy. I felt horny as hell. Even though I had plenty of sex lately, I was like a newly charged sex nymph! 

I got bolder, "Tim, what would you say if that was your wife bending over, and several men seeing her breasts? What would you do?" 

He looked at me strangely, he was searching for an answer. "I'm not sure, but I think it'd be ok. It's never really come up." 

"The reason I asked is because sometime men want to have other men see their wives nude in front of others. They feel it to be a turn on." I took a real dare, "my husband does!"

He was speechless. I could tell he was holding back. I put my hand on his arm. "It's ok, tell me what you're thinking about". I could tell that with my last movement of my hand, my tit was almost completely exposed.

He looked back and forth between the kids and the busty mom and my chest. He turned a little red. "I think your husband is a lucky man. I just hope that I have the same opportunity that he does sometime."

I told him to keep telling his wife is sexy. That you love it when men look at her. How proud of her figure you are. Get her to try to open up and be freer and braver. 

He swallowed his beer and looked to his room. "There she is on the deck", he pointed in her direction, and I covered up a bit so she wouldn't think that I was seducing her husband. She was a striking brunette. Long hair, small breasted, and very fit looking. Her long legs and plunging neckline told me that she someday would also be doing what I most recently have done.

"She's beautiful," I told him. "I bet she'll open up. She looks very sexy right now." 

He finished his beer and smiled. I knew what he was going to want as soon as he got in his room. I smiled and thanked him for the beer. I also left and went back to my room with a smile that went inside and out. 

Brad and Bill got in about one minute after I got to the room. They were smiling and joking, acting like long lost friends. "Hey Donna, Brad ran into a real jerk in the lobby. He's a sports writer that just won't leave him alone. He doesn't want to have dinner anywhere that the guy can bug him. I told him that the four of us should have "room service dinner" in our suite. What do you think?

I usually hate having decisions made for me, but this one sounded good. "Are we still getting dressed up, or are we in shorts laying on the deck?"

"I'm sure Sandy will want to get dressed up a little. I'll have her call you. You ladies tell us what to wear. How's that?

I tackled Bill as soon as Brad left our room. I kissed him and rubbed up against him like a cat and a friendly ankle. I could feel him getting an erection. He stopped and said, "let's save this for after they leave tonight." I didn't want to, but agreed, and snuggled in for an afternoon nap. 

After a short nap and several calls from Sandy, we had our evening planned. We were going to just wear sundresses, keeping it casual and comfortable. I told Bill about my experience this afternoon. He hugged me and told how proud he was of me, how incredibly sexy I've become and how it has peaked his interest in me. He told that he totally enjoyed our new level of playfulness. I couldn't agree with him more, I could feel those feeling all the way to my toes. I also had a special feeling about this evening. I never thought that I ever would look forward to the chances of being naughty and adventurous. Brad and Sandy became such good friends, and I felt that they were on the same game plan.

They got to our room with a bottle of Champaign and four glasses. Brad apologized for making this change in our plans, but we assured him that it would be much more comfortable here. Sandy looked stunning as usual, wearing a white cotton sundress. It was very apparent that she was also being adventurous, as I could easily tell that she was braless. Her full breasts and hard nipples were proudly on display within her tight fitting dress. I also had decided to be free underneath, actually, nude underneath. All I wore was a floral print deep v halter dress with an elastic bodice. It held me in place, and allowed my to bare my shoulders and cleavage. 

The drinks flowed and I quickly began to feel the effects. We laughed and giggled while we placed our orders to room service. Sandy did pull me aside and started to talk about our "thing" on the deck. She looked uncomfortable, I interrupted her and asked candidly if she had a problem wit it. She shook her head side to side slowly, smiled the said, "no". She asked if I did, and added that she didn't want me to think that she was a lesbian. I again said no, and touched her arm. It just happened; it felt good, no harm done! She told me that she didn't tell Brad, and I added that I hadn't told Bill either.

She smiled and gave me a peck on my cheek. I returned one to her and gave her butt a pinch. It made us both laugh our loud. The guys were talking sports and business, and more sports. 

Our lavish meal arrived and was set up on our small table with style and class. Our waiter wanted to know if he should stay and serve us. We dismissed him and kept the Champaign flowing. One bottle led to two, and that led to three. Each time a bottle was opened, we were more and more giggly. We all had Italian meals. As usual, the talk became more suggestive as the evening progressed. Finally, Bill and Brad told us that while they were golfing, they made some "special" bets. It turns out that on the last hole they had a bet about the final score. Instead of money Bill offered a topless dance with me as the award. Bill lost!

All eyes turned to me. I felt flushed at first, which gave way to an adventurous glow. I thought quickly and quipped, "Okay big boy, take your shirt off, I'll dance with you.

They all laughed. Of course they corrected me, letting me know that I was the one to be topless. I stood up, dimmed the room lights, unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. Of course, I was nude underneath. I felt like such a harlot, such a naughty girl. Not evil, just a new feeling of power and sexuality. I walked to Brad and pulled him up to dance with me. Even with my 5-inch heels, my head still was up to his shoulders. The feeling of his hairy chest bristled my nipples, making them harder than I can ever remember.

I closed my eyes, shutting out our audience. Sandy moved the table to the doorway, opened it and pushed it into the hallway. She sat on the end of the bed, and followed our moves with great curiosity. Bill looked a bit uncomfortable and finally sat next to her, and filled her glass with more Champaign. 

She looked at him and asked what he thought of what was going on. I can only imagine that Bill liked it, I know by the growing erection of Brad that he defiantly was into the feel of my nude body in his arms. 

Now I really wish that I had won the bet, he told Sandy. 

Sandy closed her eyes, and exhaled. She stood up, "I can't make love to you, but I'd like to dance with you the way your wife is dancing with my husband. Bill took off his shirt and waited as Sandy lifted her dress over her head. She was only wearing a darling pair of white tiny panties. Bill took her in his arms she nestled into his chest. Her tits were firmly pressed into his bare chest. His hands were rubbing up and down her back, each time a little lower. He finally cupped her ass. Brad took that example and gently cupped my naked ass. I could feel wetness building inside me. I was so proud of the new me. In a very short time I went from an uptight normal housewife, to a woman who is proudly showing off her body to others.

I also let my hands roam over Brad's body and mimicked his firm hold on my ass as I grabbed and gently fondled his butt. Every movement seemed like a dare to the other couple. Each took the advancing movement as approval, and then went a little further to post anther dare. 

I reached in front, unbuckled Brad belt, and unzipped his pants. He shorts fell to the floor and he stepped out of them. Bill and Sandy did the same, however she also slipped out her panties and Bill did the next dare by stripping completely nude. His cock straight out. You could hang a wet beach towel on his cock.

I got on my knees and took Brad's underwear down. His cock was dangerously close to my face. I let it brush my cheeks as I stood up to finish my dance. All eyes were on me. Sandy cleared her throat and said, "Can we break in?"

They walked closer to us and tapped us on our shoulders. Always being a jokester, I agreed and took Sandy into my arms for a dance. "Oh", the feel of a nude woman, her soft flesh touching mine. Her tits were firmly pressed against mine. The guys took a step back to watch. She nestled into my arms and kissed my neck. I grabbed her firm cheeks and pulled her crotch next to me. My pubic hair was bristly rubbing hers. It was almost a direct hit on my clit. 

I took the next move and kissed her on the lips. Our tongues met and wildly probed each other's mouth. Brad reached in and pulled us apart, "Excuse me, ladies, but I need to fuck my wife. And I need to fuck her right now!"

Within a second Brad had pushed her down on the bed and was guiding his cock into Sandy. I've never watched anyone fuck in-person before. You can't be nice and say the words "making love" because this was just raw basic fucking. We were all in a heated stage. Bill came up behind me and fondled my tits as his cock was poking at my wet pussy. I leaned forward on the bed and his cock went right in. My elbows were on the bed, only a few feet from Brad and Sandy as they were in frenzy. 

I loved the way Sandy was breathing, moaning and saying, "Yes. Oh. My. Yes". Brad was pumping faster as if his life depended on it. Bill was making a direct hit on me. His cock was pounding away. My tits were wildly thrashing out and in. I felt Sandy reach out and hold my tit and gently squeeze my nipple. That's all it took. I came with reckless abandon. I was loud. I spoke such words that I could never imagine me saying. 

My knees collapsed and I was held up only by Bills life grip on my hips. He came and held me tight. All eyes were on me. I tried to smile, but could only manage to catch me breath. We all fell into bed.

The next thing I knew, the sun was rising to show us another beautiful sunrise in paradise. Brad and I were the first to wake, slowly followed by Sandy and Bill. We never bothered to get dressed. We made the in-room coffee and talked in quiet sentences. 

We traded phone numbers, got dressed, and Brad and Sandy left to head home. We all promised to get together again. I'm not sure if it will ever happen. I think that our experience was like that of a shooting star. It happened without warning, it was bright and brilliant. It could never be duplicated.

Our ride home was much slower. I rested my head on Bill's shoulders. We didn't need to talk and analyze the weekend. I was a new woman, Bill seemed like a new man. I loved my new view of life and could only imagine what my next challenge would be.



Forbidden fruit is the sweetest



This is how it happened.

I have always enjoyed sex and my wife and I had what I would characterize as a normal sex life - not overly passionate perhaps, but we had sex fairly often and both enjoyed giving and receiving pleasure. We had been married about six years when it all started.

I had come home early that day and my wife was working late. I was puttering about and my stepdaughter Jenny was getting ready to go out I assumed. Headed out back I passed the bathroom and noticed the door was ajar and the light was on and glancing in there was Jenny, wearing only a pair of pink and white spotted night briefs or panties. She was leaning over the sink with her back to me brushing her teeth and the sight stopped me in my tracks.

There had been a slowly building tension between us, or so I had imagined, over the past 6 months or so as she approached and passed her 18th birthday. Her body had really filled out and blossomed over the last couple of years and she knew it. She seemed to take pleasure in wearing tight T shirts and low-cut tank tops (that showed off her full breasts) with short shorts or skirts around the house in my presence, sometimes bending over in front of me, on purpose it seemed, or stretching when she knew I couldn't help notice.

I took to avoiding being around her when she dressed provocatively - not entirely successfully I might add. My wife once asked what I thought of the way Jenny dressed and I responded that it was normal for girls her age.

Real or imagined, her behavior affected me and I would often get involuntarily uncomfortably hard when she was near me or when I would think about her. So seeing her standing there in the bathroom that day triggered some primal urge that stopped me in my tracks.

The skin tight shorts were trimmed with shiny white fabric around the leg holes and were so 'brief' that the smooth cheeks of her ass were visible and the fabric was pulled tight in her crotch and the crack of her ass. It was an incredibly sexy sight and I stood rooted there staring for a bit too long with my cock growing and swelling until, glancing up for a second, I could see her face in the mirror looking back at me.

I was about to utter an apology when she looked away and continued brushing her teeth. For some reason I took this as an invitation and in a kind of trance of desire I opened the door wider and stepped in behind her and stood there for a moment, hesitating, waiting for some reaction, but there was none. I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward till the bulge in my shorts was pressed into the crack of her ass. There was a slight shudder when my hands touched her, but nothing more.

Jenny had stopped brushing her teeth and I could feel her pressing back against me ever so slightly. All caution and hesitation vanished at that point and a simple animal urge to have sex with the woman in front of me took over.

Neither of us said a word as I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down to free my cock, and taking it in my hand eased it in between her thighs and began gently rocking back and forth. The warm skin of her thighs pressed tight against the shaft, holding the sheath of skin in place as I moved. The pleasure was intense and my desire became unreasoning and overwhelming.

After a minute or two I withdrew and pulling aside a leg band, pushed the head of the shaft inside her shorts, feeling for the opening between the fleshy mounds that surrounded it. She thrust her bottom back a little to help me and soon I had the tip inside her and started working it further and further into her warm moist interior. She pushed back further toward me as I began to thrust in earnest, now that the shaft was fully lubricated.

She was very tight, but very wet now, and the sensation was exquisite. I slid my hands around her sides to the smooth skin of her belly and then upwards till they encountered the soft full mounds of her naked breasts, squeezing and massaging them and pulling at her nipples.

I could feel my balls tightening and my cock was an iron rod that began to vibrate and throb and then jerk and spasm as it started to eject the contents of my balls into that tight pussy. She ground her ass against me as my pumping spurting organ filled her with a series of final thrusts.

We stood there, she still leaning over and gripping her toothbrush and the sides of the sink, my hands still full of her breasts, as her pussy squeezed the last dribbles of cum from my softening tool. I eased back out of her, letting her panties slip back in place, and pulled up my shorts. I backed out of the bathroom leaving her still standing there.

We never spoke a word during the entire encounter, and other than a quick shy smile (so brief it almost wasn't) when she passed me in the hall a little later we never acknowledged what had occurred there by the sink. The taboo nature of our forbidden act reinforced this lack of acknowledgement, and perhaps we were both trying to deny to ourselves what we had given in to. 

A few weeks later my wife was spending the night across town after a 'girls night out' party that was anticipated to last into the wee hours leaving Jenny and I home alone together for the first time since the bathroom incident. A certain tension built during the evening but neither of us spoke about it and I ended up watching a late movie in the living room with a glass of scotch to distract myself while Jenny went off to bed.

The movie finished and I headed to bed. This took me past Jenny's room and her door was ajar. I stopped, standing there, hesitating for a moment, my cock stirring and swelling as I did. Had she left it open on purpose? I entered quietly.

The light was off but a nightlight near the bed lit the space with a subdued glow and I could just make out the form of her body covered in a short nightie and lying on the sheet with the covers pulled over her chest but leaving her waist and legs exposed.

I moved to the side of the bed and knelt down next to it, hesitating again before extending a hand to the closest thigh. I ran the back of my fingers up the outside feeling the smooth, closely shaved skin. She stirred slightly, but made no other sound as my fingers moved up over to her inner thigh and then up toward her waist.

Her skin was very warm and soft beneath my hand as it reached the top of her thigh. There were no panties, just the soft hair covering the fleshy mounds that felt moist to my touch. I pressed a finger between them and it slipped easily inside. She was very wet, so wet that I guessed she must have been masturbating not too long before.

My cock was now jutting out making a tent in my shorts and it jerked wildly as my finger probed and massaged her wet interior. I withdrew my hand and putting the finger to my lips sucked on it, tasting her. I stood up, and moving around to the foot of the bed I climbed on and moved up toward her to find her legs now spread wide. Kneeling between them I leaned forward till my face was close to her and I could smell the scent I had just tasted.

I slid my hands beneath her thighs and leaned forward till my mouth covered those mounds and my tongue could descend into her, licking, sucking, and tasting her. Her hips pressed up toward me and I felt her fingers in my hair massaging, then pulling my face against her as she began to moan softly and buck and shudder.

I waited, my mouth still covering her sex, till her body relaxed before rising up and working my cock free of the confines of my shorts. Taking the throbbing organ in one hand I laid down on top of her while sliding the entire shaft into her waiting pussy in one motion.

Jenny wrapped her legs around me and pulled my face to hers and we kissed passionately as I began to fuck her. The walls of her pussy seemed to suck me in and squeeze my cock with every thrust and in a few minutes I couldn't hold back and came with a series of violent spasms, flooding her with jets of semen.

Her legs and arms held me tight against her as my thrusting gradually slowed, although the spasms continued for some time as we lay there, her breasts pressed hard against my chest, her hands stroking my hair, her lips kissing my face. My cock slowly softened inside her and we disengaged from our embrace.

I stood up, and got my cock, still dripping strings of semen and covered with her wetness, back into my boxers. I retreated quietly, closing the door as I left and noting that again not a word had been spoken.

In a few days Jenny left for college out-of-state and I rarely saw her for several years. She married soon after arriving at college, had two kids and visited only one or two holidays a year. We never spoke about our trysts until one Christmas she came to town, her kids in tow, and stayed through New Years.

Her husband couldn't come that year and New Year's Eve my wife offered to stay with the children while we attended a New Year's party at some friends. They were serving a strong New year's punch in addition to copious amounts of champagne and we both ended up fairly drunk taking in the night air in an attempt to clear our heads a little. Somehow the subject of sex entered the conversation, what we liked, what turned us on and inevitably our forbidden behavior came up.

Jenny said that she had had a huge crush on me for more than a year and that when I would do yard work wearing only a pair of shorts she used to get so turned on that she would lock herself in the bathroom and masturbate. She had planned what happened that day, choosing the bathroom where she had fantasized about me so many times and leaving the door open so I would see her. She had been sure of my desire, but afraid that I wouldn't act on it.

The second time she had also planned, knowing that she would soon be leaving. Then she leaned close and whispered that she had always thought that her first child might be mine although it was hard to tell as her husband had the same hair and eye color as I, as well as similar build. She had wanted to name him after me but was afraid to.

She said she still would masturbate while thinking about how we had fucked there against the sink, both of us overcome by and reveling in the forbidden pleasure. She asked me if I ever masturbated while thinking of her, which I acknowledged, and if standing there next to her now still made me hard. As she asked this last question I felt her hand slide into my pocket and her fingers search for, and find, a rapidly swelling answer.

I pulled her to me, kissing her hard on the lips while one hand found the front hem of her short skirt, pulling it up and then reaching between her thighs to the crotch of her panties and feverishly working fingers beneath a leg band to seek her warm moist interior.

I whispered "Lets find a bathroom or I am going to have to fuck you right here!"

Jenny agreed without hesitation and followed me back inside and upstairs to the guest bathroom. I pulled her inside, locked the door, turned her to face the sink, lifting her skirt and pulling her panty covered ass against the hard bulge in my pants before feverishly working on the buttons of her blouse. She moaned with pleasure and pushed back hard against me grinding her ass against my cock.

As soon as her blouse was open I had my pants undone and her panties pulled aside. Reaching down between her thighs she helped guide me quickly to her waiting pussy. She was very wet and I slid in easily and we fucked wildly, passionately till her body shuddered in orgasm and I came with a violent rush as her pussy contracted and vibrated around my swollen cock.

"Oh god! I have never come that quickly with anyone else." she gasped as I squeezed her breasts and pushed against her, my cock still pulsing inside her.

We stood there, locked together for a little, enjoying the afterglow and feeling of closeness, still more than a little drunk. Gradually my cock sagged and slipped from her and she busied herself buttoning up her blouse, fixing her skirt and brushing her hair and applying fresh lipstick while I dressed myself, washed up and combed my hair into some semblance of respectability.

"Now I will have a new fantasy to add to the other two." she said, kissing me after we had made ourselves presentable.

She sat close to me on the drive home, both of us quiet with our thoughts. We kissed briefly before she climbed out and we headed for the house.

In all these years since we have never spoken again about our moments of forbidden passion, but I know she still thinks about me when she masturbates, or maybe even when she is making love sometimes... as do I.




Forbidden Fruit No More



It was early in the evening when Jade arrived at Simon's house, and she hesitated before knocking on the door to take in the view of the beach at the end of the laneway.

"What a great location" Jade thought to herself. Simon had bought this house only two days ago, and the much anticipated housewarming party had finally arrived.

Jade jumped with a start as someone covered her eyes, asking "guess who?" before spinning her around to reveal the source of such childish pranks. Enveloped by a bear hug, Jade took a moment to savour the masculine scent before looking up to see Simon grinning at her. 

"Come inside and I'll give you the grand tour."

Simon opened the door for her, unable to take his eyes off the fine redhead before him. Jade was an attractive person in whatever she wore, but tonight she had stepped it up a notch and was simmering in low cut jeans and an emerald green top. Her hair was pulled back into a messy 'do and her look screamed "I have a hot body and don't you forget it." It was no secret that Jade intensely disliked one or two of Simon's workmates, and he couldn't help but smile at the thought Jade had gone out of her way to make those girls jealous tonight.

Jade stepped into the living room to be greeted by the unmistakable aroma of rum, and turned her head toward the end of the room to find the owner. She saw Harry passing the bottle around a group of people, proudly telling them this was no ordinary rum, he had made it himself. She smiled and waved when he looked in her direction, thinking to herself that any party would not be complete without out the short, fun-loving Harry. She turned to follow Simon upstairs, and inspected each of the four rooms as Simon explained what needed fixing and what he was going to do with each room. He led her back downstairs and through the kitchen, laundry and backyard. Finally, they joined the crowd in the living room and she began to mingle with the group.

Simon stood behind the bench in the kitchen, tonight's makeshift bar, and poured himself a drink while trying not to openly stare at Jade. He felt a stirring in his pants as his eyes lingered on her lovely round, yet firm ass, and wondered what it would be like to trace his cock over those luscious mounds. It was not the first time he had thought about fucking her. He sighed and took a mouthful of his bourbon before joining his guests.

Jade had almost polished off her first drink when Harry asked her if she'd like to have a shot of rum. She took a sniff of it and balked at the metho-like smell, while Harry assured her it would be good. 

"What the hell," she thought, and raised her shot glass with Harry before downing it. Jade was pleasantly surprised to find there was no strong aftertaste, and basked in the glow of the smooth flavours left in her mouth. Harry filled her glass again, and this time half the party joined them in downing a shot of the homemade spirit.

After the second shot Jade started to feel a lot merrier and the familiar warm sensation of content stirred in her pussy. It usually only took one or two drinks for Jade to start feeling horny, and tonight having had three in such a short time, she was positively dying for some relief. She excused herself to the bathroom, where she hurriedly dropped her jeans to the floor and with one leg on the sink thrust her finger into her pussy and massaged her clit with her other hand. It took practically no time for her to start shuddering in pre-orgasm bliss, and she added another finger into her now dripping pussy to help bring her to the edge before stuffing part of a towel into her mouth to muffle the cries of delight that always accompanied her orgasms. Jade felt relieved almost immediately, and put her jeans back on before washing her hands and heading back downstairs, cheeks flushed with that 'naughty' glow.

The party carried on for a few more hours, with Jade making a point of talking to everyone but her former friend Kathy. She felt a sense of satisfaction with every murderous look Kathy threw her during the night- it was widely known that Kathy thought herself to be the most beautiful creature on the planet, and her features weren't that bad. With long blonde hair and a well proportioned body, Kathy had never had trouble picking up guys, although she could never keep them and hated Jade for the fact that every guy not only wanted to sleep with her, they actually liked talking to her as well. Jade had made an extra effort to dazzle the boys tonight. She knew it wasn't the slutty look they were after, and had dressed to show off her best features, ensuring the male attention would be focused on her tonight, not Kathy.

Harry suggested a game of truth or dare. By this time of night those left at the party were well past sober and Harry's idea was a popular one. Jade thought back to the last game of truth or dare she had played, while she was on a uni tour and still a virgin. She had faked the sexual truth questions pretty well, but tonight she was looking forward to hopefully not having to tell a white lie to stay in the game. They sat on the carpet around a rectangular coffee table, Jade opposite Simon and next to Harry. Kathy had gone out of her way to get a spot next to Simon and his best mate Jarryd. Jade chuckled to herself at the desperate antics of her former friend, and knew that if she wanted she could have any man at this table, while her 'friend' jealously watched on.

They argued for a bit about who should start, and it was decided that the youngest, being the most naïve, should go first. Kathy bounced with glee when she realized this was her, and elected a dare. Everyone knew she was hoping to get her top off, and laughed when she was asked to drink a cup of soy sauce. Reluctantly, the dare was completed and Simon, being the next in line elected truth. It had been decided that when one person chose truth the same question got asked to everyone else at the table as well, and the group eagerly awaited Harry's question. 

"Where is the most daring or unusual place you have had sex?" he asked tamely.

"In a carpark on the bonnet of the car," was Simon's response.

"The laundry." (Kathy's best friend).

"In a park." (Larissa- Simon's housemate and on/off girlfriend).

"Cinema," said Harry.

Jade struggled to decide on one place, and replied with "at the movies, and in the toilets at a casino. I don't recommend public toilets. It's a bit off putting listening to people doing their business when you are in the throes of passion." This was met with laughing agreement from the group.

"On a ferris wheel" said Jarryd. 

This was followed by Kathy trying to act cool as she piped up with "in a spa."

Finally after three dares and much laughter it was Jade's turn. She thought for a moment, and given the low quality of dares so far decided to choose truth. 

She nervously held her breath as Simon asked her "who at this table have you fantasized about?" 

Blushing a deep red Jade avoided eye contact as she replied "You. Harry. Jarryd. And Larissa."

They continued around the table, and Jade wasn't surprised to learn that all three guys had fantasized about her, but was a little shocked to find that none of them had thought about Kathy, which given her impressive rack was a bit unusual.

"Maybe they have and just don't want to admit it" she thought to herself. Finally gathering the courage to stop looking at the table Jade met Simon's gaze and they locked eyes for a moment before their thoughts were interrupted by Kathy and her friend announcing they were leaving.

The game continued for another round before Larissa and Jarryd announced that they too had to leave, and Larissa wouldn't be back that night. The group paused for a drinks break, and it was decided that the party, now numbering three, shouldn't end yet. After another shot from the seemingly endless rum supply, Simon suggested a game of beach cricket. The threesome refilled their drinks and headed down to the beach.

Jade walked arm in arm with Harry, who had taken it upon himself to be her knight in shining armour and protect her from the evils that may be lurking outside that night. It was a balmy autumn evening, 'perfect for outdoor fun' Jade thought.

They reached the beach and the cricket game started in earnest under the moonlight. It was decided that given the poor lighting, one could also get out by being tagged while running to the other end, in addition to the usual methods. Jade managed to run out Simon as he raced down the sand, and walked toward the crease ready for her attempt to bat. Harry bowled a slow one to start, which she missed, along with the second, third and fourth. Eventually Jade hit a ball and started to run to the other end. Looking up she saw Simon running toward her at full pace and suddenly found herself lying on the sand, Simon astride her and breathing heavily. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath, Jade enjoying being enveloped by those strong arms, even if he had unfairly crash tackled her.

Harry started to bat, but the moonlight had disappeared and no one could see the ball anymore so he suggested a nude run along the beach. Harry had a reputation for being the first one to get his clothes off at a party, and as he stripped Simon asked Jade if she would do it to. 

'What the hell,' she thought, 'you only live once' and removed her top. 

She could feel Simon's gaze on her breasts as Harry gleefully shouted "she's gonna do it!" before dashing into the water. Soon Jade had joined them at the water's edge and they began running along the beach, enjoying the moment, the night, the ocean, the nakedness.

Simon grabbed Jade's hand and started to pull her towards the water while she stared at his impressive physique, realizing she had never seen him without his top before. He pulled her closer, their eyes meeting, as a chill breeze picked up. Jade tried to keep warm in Simon's embrace, but before long was shivering terribly and started running back toward her clothes. The others followed soon after, and after a frantic search for Harry's underwear which had disappeared in the sand, they made their way back to the house.

As she poured herself another drink Simon came up behind Jade and whispered in her ear "you look so stunning tonight," his cock stirring yet again at the sight of her. At that moment he decided that tonight he would have her, no matter what. She was going to be sleeping over anyway, why not make it a little more fun? 

Jade and the guys sat around the table, which was covered in cards and poker chips. Harry was attempting to teach her the finer points of poker, and Jade was not having any of her legendary 'beginners luck' tonight. Luckily for her, Simon was also having an unlucky game, and soon the only one left with chips was Harry. It was decided that for the game to continue, a win would result in getting some chips back from Harry, while a loss would mean an item of clothing had to be removed. 

After several rounds Jade was left in her bra and jeans, and Simon without his shirt. Harry went out for a cigarette, and Simon seized the opportunity to reach his hand into Jade's bra and play with her nipple. Finding no objection, he pulled her close and started massaging both her breasts, delighting in the look of content on her face. His hands wandered over her body, exploring her ass, back, hair and neck. He couldn't believe this was finally happening, all those years spent looking but not touching. Simon sat back in his chair, while Jade started writhing her semi naked body before him. He watched in awe as she danced around him and on his lap. This night was getting better and better, the girl of his wildest, kinkiest fantasies was giving him a lap dance and after the earlier game of truth or dare he had discovered a side to Jade he never knew existed.

They started removing each others clothes, slowly at first as Simon became aware of Harry looking on, then more hurriedly as he joined in. The guys then sat on the couch stroking their cocks, dazzled by Jade's moves before them, until they finally found the courage to pull her close and explore her body. Simon went in straightaway, fingering her moist pussy as Harry guided her mouth onto his stiff cock. 

He sat in bliss as her mouth worked its way up and down his shaft, teasing him with the entrance to her throat but denying him the pleasure of being fully in her mouth. Harry felt like he was going to explode, when Jade finally took all of his cock and relieved him of his tension. He emptied his load deep in her throat, and then Simon led her to his larger than average member. He sat back and watched as Harry began fingering her ass. 

Jade deep throated Simon as he shot his load down her throat, before helping Harry by massaging Jade's clit. They worked together to bring Jade to the brink of orgasm before stopping completely, not wanting her satisfied yet. By this time they were hard again, and ready for more action. 

Harry lay on the carpeted floor as Simon lifted Jade onto him. Jade sat astride him for a moment before Harry thrust his cock into her now dripping pussy. He opened Jade's mouth wide for Simon's stiff member. The trio paused, savouring the moment, and then steadily built up a rhythm, pumping her mouth and pleasuring her pussy. 

Simon pulled out and stood watching as Jade's once secret fantasy became a reality before him. He lubed his cock and slowly pushed it into her luscious ass, almost cumming as one of his own fantasies finally came true. Simon had waited so long for this ass, and now it was happening. Jade's ass gripped his cock tighter than he imagined possible, and he began working his way in and out of that glorious hole. 

Simon and Harry picked up the pace, thrusting their cocks as hard and deep as they could. Jade screamed as her entire body shuddered with the orgasm they had so cruelly denied her earlier.

Harry winced as her nails bit into his shoulder before he unleashed rivers of cum inside her. Simon followed soon after, and the two nodded in silent agreement of what would happen for the rest of the night.

Jade had earlier revealed several secrets during the game of truth or dare. The first was that she had fantasized about both men. The second that she had always wanted to have a gangbang. But the third and final secret had shocked both Simon and Harry, as she revealed a burning desire to be dominated by a man. The guys had always imagined her as someone who liked to be in control, but when she had said she wanted to be tied up, spanked and totally submissive they nearly came in their pants. It was this desire they were going to fulfill for the remainder of the night.



Forbidden Fruits 01.1



(This is my first erotic story, and was posted previously as a lone title. I've started a new collection of erotica titled Forbidden Fruits, and have decided to add this story to it for the purposes of comparison with how much my writing style has changed since I wrote this first piece. The story reads a little clunky in retrospect, and while I have corrected the most blatant errors, for the most part this story appears exactly as it was first written. More stories will be added to this multi-genre collection of erotica as I create them.) 

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"Good heavens, Hendricks," The bored Sergeant complained, allowing his dusty binocs to drop down onto his chest. "I wish I had something to shoot."

"Give it a rest, Packerd." Corporal Hendricks, dark skinned and muscular, answered. He was seated on the floor, his back resting on one of the small tower's short steel walls. "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather keep things quiet out here. It helps me think."

"Oh, come on." Packerd replied. "Wouldn't you rather be on an outer outpost, and right in the middle of all the action? I heard four-fifty-one had an entire squadron of aliens come down on them, all at once."

"I heard a lot of good soldiers got killed there." Hendricks said, reaching to his belt to unclip his canteen. "So, no thank you, I'd rather be safe and sound right here, on outpost seven-dash-seven. Besides, how long do you think the three of us would have lasted against a whole squadron of aliens?"

"There wouldn't have been just three of us." Packerd corrected. "Not on the outer perimeters."

"Sir," The last member of their tiny detachment, the rookie Osimi, spoke up. The young man glanced nervously at his hand-held monitor. "I've got movement approaching from the east, about thirty yards out and behind the rocks."

"Not some stray animal?"

"No sir." Osimi shook his head. "It just passed our second line of sensors, and it appears to be headed right for us."

"I guess you're going to get your chance after all." Hendricks dryly commented. "Let's just hope it's not an entire squad of those buggers."

Packerd was already scanning the hillside with his binocs, concentrating his attention on the rocky outcrops that sprouted out from the valley floor. "I see something."

"Not some animal?"

"Negative." Packerd replied. "It looks like a woman."

"A woman?" Hendricks asked, and in unison, both he and Osimi got to their feet. "You've got to be kidding. What would a woman be doing out here?"

"Osimi, get this on the recorder." Packerd directed. "Caucasian female, twenty five to thirty years of age, long brown hair, wearing a blue colonist uniform. Looks pretty battered from here."

Hendricks was staring through his own binocs. "Got a nice rack, too, from what I can see."

"Sir, should I include that on the report?" A perplexed Osimi asked. "About her rack?"

"No, you shit-head." Packerd looked back at the newcomer impatiently. "Stick to the facts."

"That was a fact, Sarge." Hendricks stated.

"Shut up, Hendricks." Packerd returned his attention to the woman, who was now only about twenty meters away.

"Admit it, she has a nice rack." Hendricks insisted.

"Yeah, so what?" The Sergeant agreed. "Her patch says H-A-M, which is what, Hamilton colony? How far are we from Hamilton colony, Osimi?"

The young soldier punched in the query on his hand-held. "About ten clicks, sir."

"What the hell is she doing out here, then?" Hendricks asked, retrieving his rifle from where he'd been sitting. "You don't suppose she could be an alien, do you?"

"I don't think so." Packerd shrugged his shoulders. "Not unless they've learned to mimic humans with nice racks."

"Here she comes, sir." Osimi cautioned.

"All right, I'll handle this." Packerd stated, lowering his binocs once again. His voice boomed out across the desert. "You there, identify yourself!"

When the woman didn't respond, Hendricks raised his rifle and trained its magnifying scope on her.

"I repeat," Packerd insisted. "Identify yourself!"

The woman's response was to raise her right hand and flip the team off.

Hendricks snickered as he lowered his weapon. "I see you've got yourself a feisty one, Sarge."

Packerd stepped over by the tower's ladder and began a quick descent onto the dusty dirt below. When the woman was near enough, he called out, "You're from Hamilton colony, aren't you?"

"Not anymore." The woman hissed back, coming to a halt in the tower's shadow. "You got any water?"

"Sure." Packerd said, offering her his canteen. "It's a little warm, though."

"I'll take it." She replied, unscrewing the lid and taking a long sip. Afterwards, she poured some over her upraised forehead. "I've been walking for almost three hours."

"What happened?" Packerd asked, glancing back briefly as the other two soldiers made their way down the ladder. "Why are you even out here?"

"It's a long story."

"Well, we've got nuthin' but time out here." Hendricks said, drawing closer to further scrutinize the woman, and more importantly, her assets.

"Fine." She explained. "My name's Daubert, Erica Daubert. I'm a hydroponics engineer on Hamilton. My husband Maxwell is head of the division, and I became concerned when he didn't show up for lunch on time. I went looking for him in the fruit gardens, and I found him screwing one of the girls from communications."

Hendricks laughed softly, causing the woman to stare wickedly in his direction.

"Anyway," She continued. "I was pissed off and I wanted to leave the colony right away, so I grabbed the first transport I could find and I took off. Turns out I was still having shitty luck, because that transport wasn't even charged up. It ran out of juice before I could make Jefferson, and I used the scanners to find you guys. Any more questions?"

"No, that'll be enough, Mrs. Daubert." Packerd patted her shoulder consolingly. "I'm afraid we won't be able to take you to Jefferson colony anytime soon, since we're assigned here until tomorrow morning. When our relief shows up, we can take you there, since it's on the way to where we're headed, which is Newton colony. Until then, you're welcome to rest in our transport. It's right over there. Feel free to use any provisions you might need."

"Thank you." Erica nodded. "It doesn't matter where I go really, as long as I don't have to go back to Hamilton again." She glanced down at her dirty uniform. "You know what I'd like to do, is to get out of these filthy clothes and use your humidifier."

"Sure, you go right ahead, ma'am." Packerd motioned towards the youngest member of the group. "Osimi, will you show Mrs. Daubert to the transport?"

Clearly, Hendricks was disappointed not to be assigned to the task.

"Yes, sir." Osimi obliged, taking the lead. "Right this way, please."

The two older soldiers watched them march away.

"Nice ass, too." Hendricks mused.

"You know," Packerd grinned. "I was just about to say that myself."

It was a full two hours later before they saw the pair returning towards the lookout tower. As expected, Osimi was in the lead, trudging through the dirt like the dedicated trooper that he was, with the young woman lagging a good ten feet behind. What they had not expected, however, was for Erica to be wearing an entirely new set of clothing. She was wearing a set of army issued underwear; a white tank top which nicely curved under what had to be D cup breasts, white boxers, oversized and leading to her tanned and trim legs, and a pair of all terrain sandals. Her brown hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, exposing clear green eyes, strong, prominent cheekbones and full, sensuous lips. She was a very striking woman, Packerd realized, glancing over at his buddy.

"What are you staring at?" Erica, noticing the close scrutiny she was receiving, growled in Hendrick's direction.

Hendricks simply shook his head. "I just don't see it. I mean, how could your man go and cheat on you, with you looking like that?"

"Well, he did." Erica shot back, taking a few steps towards the commanding officer. "I hope you don't mind, Sergeant Packerd, but I asked the Private if I could borrow some of his clothes. I didn't see any point in putting my uniform back on in the sorry condition it was in."

"It sure breaks up the scenery around here." Packerd admitted. "But as long as you don't mind Hendrick's ogling, I don't have a problem with it."

Hendricks grunted back at the Sarge, then went back to disassembling his weapon. Due to the heavy dust content in the air, the soldiers took apart and cleaned their weapons at least three times a day.

"You can stay inside the transport if you'd like." Packered continued. "If you stay out here, you're just going to get all dusty like the rest of us."

"I don't mind." Erica replied. "I've been cooped up for the last two weeks, shuttling between the hydro gardens and my living quarters. It's kind of refreshing to be outside for a change."

"Suit yourself." Packerd told her, taking a step towards the tower. "But if we have any type of emergency, please obey our instructions. It might save your life."

"No problem, sir." Erica answered with a mock salute, walking directly up to the tower's short ladder and starting the quick climb up. "I've always wanted to go up one of these things."

Packered watched the lady ascend, gazing past her athletic thighs and under the folds of her loose boxers. Embarrassed, he glanced back over at his buddy Hendricks, who was grinning back like a kid in a candy store. Courteously, Packered waited until the woman had reached the top, before he began his own ascent.

"Wow, you can see all the way to Devil's Peak from here." She commented, holding her hand out over her eyes to reduce the glare.

"When the wind isn't hurling dust in our eyes, we can." Packered stepped up beside her. "When it gets really bad, our visibility might be cut down to just a few meters."

Erica turned towards the Sergeant. "You haven't come across any aliens this far in, have you?"

"None at all." Packerd shook his head. "But still, they keep us out here just in case."

"Hey, Sarge!" Osimi called up from ground level. "Since the sun's starting to go down, is it okay if I head back to the transport? I was hoping to download some music files from the satellite before I went to bed."

Packerd glanced down at his watch. "Sure, you're shift's almost over, anyway. Hendricks and I will hold down the fort for the night. See you at daybreak." The sergeant glanced over at the pretty newcomer. "You're welcome to spend the night in the transport."

"Thanks, I might do that later." Erica replied, smiling for the first time since she'd arrived. "I'm a little too restless to get any shut-eye right now, though. Is it okay if I hang out here?"

"Sure." Packered nodded. "Since we don't have to worry about any aliens lurking about at night, we usually set up a small campfire and swap war stories to pass the time. You're more than welcome to join us."

"That sounds like it would be interesting." Erica chuckled, and for the first time, Packerd caught a glimpse of the real Erica Daubert. She was a strong and vibrant young woman, he contemplated, recalling how much she reminded him of his own ex-wife, back in the days before everything went sour.

The flicker of flames began to break up the shadows on the hills around them, and a few moments later, Hendricks' voice carried up to the tower. "Hey, Sarge, the fire's up!"

Erica was facing the far horizon, watching as the last of the day's sunlight faded away, and with some reluctance Packerd turned away from the attractive woman and looked over the edge of the tower. "We'll be right down."

Upon descending, they found that Hendricks had set three thermal blankets around the fire, which was fueled by a couple of slow burning Dura-logs. Cleverly, Hendricks waited until the other two were seated before he settled down on his own blanket, positioning himself so that he'd face the woman most of the time, instead of his commanding officer.

Probably trying to sneak a peek under those boxer shorts, Packerd mused, reaching for his backpack to retrieve the accursed Vita-Pack rations.

"Oh, hey! I've got you covered, Sarge!" Hendricks stopped him, tossing over a small pouch of viscous fluid to both him and Erica. "It's my own special blend."

"The last time I tried one of your special blends," Packerd reminded him, turning the pouch over cautiously. "I had the runs for a week. What'd you put in this thing this time?"

"Oh, you know, something to keep us awake through the night." Hendricks answered, somewhat mischievously. "Something to keep us going all night long."

Erica glanced at the man suspiciously, but said nothing.

Packerd unzipped a corner on the pouch, and began sucking on the dark fluid. He paused to savor the liquid. "Tastes like chocolate."

"It's got some chocolate in it." Hendricks admitted, and before long, the trio had consumed the entire vitamin drink.

Hendricks passed around a package of crackers, and as Erica was munching down on one, she glanced over at the Sergeant. "So, what's your story? Why are you out here in the middle of nowhere, instead of heading some platoon down by the Boundary, where all the action is? You certainly seem capable of it."

"Thanks." Packerd grinned. "I was in command of a platoon, actually, a couple of years ago."

"What happened?"

"Nothing worth mentioning." He replied, and from his tone, it was clear that the subject was closed.

"Come on, Sarge." Hendricks insisted. "Tell the lady what happened."

"Yeah, tell me."

Packerd shook his head.

Erica turned towards Hendricks. "Now I'm curious. You tell me."

"His wife cheated on him." Hendricks told her.

"Hendricks, that's personal." Packerd scolded him with an accusing finger. "I'm warning you."

"And he lost his platoon? I don't follow." Erica questioned.

"She cheated on him with his superior officer." Hendricks explained. "The Sarge here beat the shit out of that Lieutenant. Broke the man's arm, from what I hear."

"Hendricks!"

"So, as retribution, the Sarge here got demoted to a field scout."

"Hendricks! That's enough!" An inflamed Packerd shouted, jumping to his feet and glaring at his subordinate. He glanced at the young lady in frustration, then spun around and stalked off towards the watchtower. Within a few moments, he had scaled the ladder and disappeared from sight.

"I guess it's a touchy subject for him." Erica commented. "How long ago did that happen?"

"Two years ago." Hendricks replied, now sounding sympathetic. "The worst part of it is, she really tore him apart. Except for the occasional brothel, he hasn't been with a woman since, and even then, he won't sleep with any of the whores. All he does is talk about his ex."

"He must have really loved her." Erica commented.

"I guess." Hendricks shrugged his shoulders. "What about you? Is that the first time your man has gone out on the town without you?"

Erica lowered her head. "No, it's like the fourth. The fourth that I know of, anyway."

"And you're still with the same guy?" Hendricks said, incredulous. "Why do you keep going back to him?"

"You know how it is in the colonies." It was Erica's turn to shrug her shoulders. "You stay in the same place for a few years, trying hard to work your way up the pecking order. I finally start getting somewhere, making some real money, and then something like this happens. If I were to get a divorce, my husband stays at Hamilton, along with all the benefits and perks that I helped him earn, and I get shipped over to another colony, where I have to start all over from the bottom rung."

"So, you just let him do whatever he wants?"

"What else can I do?" Erica looked away. "I hate him for what he did, but I don't want to lose everything I've worked for."

"Have you ever thought about getting back at him?" Hendricks asked tentatively.

"Of course I have." Erica faced him. "I've never had the guts to go through with it, though."

"Why not?" Hendricks asked. "I mean, he keeps doing it to you, right? Why shouldn't you be able to go out and have a little fun on your own?"

"I don't know." Erica shook her head. "I wasn't raised that way, I guess."

"Well, maybe you should try it."

"What are you saying?" Erica looked the man in the eye. "That as soon as I get to Jefferson colony, I should grab the first guy I bump into and take him to bed?"

"What I'm saying is," Hendricks carefully worded his answer. "You might not even have to go that far."

Erica glanced over towards the tower, before she slowly got to her feet. "You know that drink you gave us," She started. "I know what that was. I deal a lot with chemicals, you know."

"What are you talking about?" Hendricks asked, suddenly nervous. "It was just vitamins and chocolate."

"I'm not as stupid as you look." Erica stepped away, kicking off her sandals and stepping barefoot into the cool sand. Within a few seconds, she covered the distance to the tower.

With a sour expression on his face, Hendricks watched her go.

Sergeant Packerd was scanning the horizon with his night goggles when Erica stepped up beside him. He lowered the device, glancing nervously at the woman, then sheepishly turned away. "Sorry I got so pissy down there. You probably think I'm an idiot."

"Don't fret over it." Erica replied. "Shit happens all the time. You just have to make the best of things, right?"

"I guess." He said, shrugging his shoulders and turning away.

"You know, your buddy thinks I should cheat on my husband." She admitted. "To get back at Max for how he cheated on me."

"Hendricks always has sex on the brain." Packerd shook his head. "I apologize for his behavior."

"What do you think?"

"About what?"

"About me cheating on my husband?"

The Sergeant shrugged his shoulders again. "I don't know. It won't really fix anything in the long run. You might have a good time now, but..."

"I'd like that." Erica cut him off, placing a hand on the taller man's shoulder.

"What's that?" Packerd asked, turning just as she pressed her body against his.

"To have a good time." She said, raising herself up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

The grizzled sergeant was stunned momentarily, but when the second kiss came, he lowered his lips to meet hers. Her lips were soft, moist, and as he ran his tongue across their edges, he was startled by her tongue's audacity, darting and playful, reaching out to encircle and ensnare his. After a few moments, Erica broke it off, and in the dim light from the campfire below, Packerd could make out her smiling face.

"That was nice." She whispered to him. "It was steamy and passionate. Not like my husband's cold lips at all. Do it again."

This time, the sergeant pulled her closer to him, holding her by the waist, reaching up to caress her hair as he brought his mouth down onto hers. She gasped, her body briefly tensing up, then loosened up and returned the embrace. As they kissed, the soldier's arms continued their exploration of the woman's back, reaching under her flimsy tank top to run across her soft and smooth skin. Feeling more and more daring, Packerd next slid both hands into the waistband of the woman's boxers, gently skimming across the pronounced flesh of her ass and tightly clenching his fingers on both globes.

In response, Erica forced an arm between their excited bodies, reaching down between the man's legs and finding his hard member straining against his army issue pants. "Wow, are you glad the to see me, or what?" She teased, deftly unzipping his fly and reaching in past his boxers. Guiding his penis through the folds of clothing, she released it into the night and began softly stroking its length.

The gravity of the situation was finally dawning on the senior officer. "Maybe we shouldn't be..."




Forbidden Fruits 01.1



"Sshhh." Erica stopped him, placing two fingers across his lips as she sank to her knees before him. The two fingers lingered on his mouth only a few moments, then trailed down his chin and throat. They descended past his chest and stomach, circling their way across his abdomen before joining her other hand on his cock, and before the Sergeant had a chance to protest, he felt Erica's soft lips encircle him. As before, the young lady's mouth barely skimmed the surface, with her moist tongue doing most of the work as it darted out and pushed the tip of his penis about. She drew back, holding the shaft with one hand as she began planting gentle kisses down its length, then using her probing tongue to reach into the man's pants and leaving a wet trail on whatever hair and flesh she could find. Finally, the woman retraced her path, sliding her tongue over and across the hard rod until she reached its end, where she engulfed as much of its length as she could get into her mouth.

Sergeant Packerd shuddered, leaning back and grasping the tower's rail for support, even as Erica mouthed his cock in and out with increasing speed. While she worked, her arms reached up and under his shirt, searching and kneading his taut muscles and gently scratching at his skin with her nails. Having been alone for the last few months proved to be the Sergeant's undoing, as he soon began moaning and shaking with an approaching orgasm, causing Erica to clamp her lips down even harder on his shaft. Adjusting her movements to shorter, quicker jerks, she hurried the Sergeant to the point of critical mass, then pulled away and finished the job with her hands.

The groaning man climaxed uncontrollably, gripping the railing for dear life and shooting his load all over the confines of the small tower. Erica continued stroking away at his member, causing the older man to push away at her hands until she finally let go.

"Enough, enough." The defeated Sergeant staggered away. Embarrassed by his lewd behavior, the man began straightening out his clothes and reined his spent beast back into his pants.

"Oh, no you don't." Erica walked over and grabbed onto his arm. "We're not done yet, not by a long shot." She pulled him over to the tower's ladder, urging him to begin his descent. The man complied, hurrying down the rungs with Erica climbing down almost on top of him.

Reaching the ground, Sergeant Packerd glanced around for Corporal Hendricks, but there was no sign of the man anywhere. He was about to call out to him, when Erica began pushing him from behind, directing him towards the campfire. Finally, the pair halted before one of the thick Therma blankets, and an anxious Packerd glanced down at his dick, which was now as hard as ever, then back at the lusty woman behind him.

"I see your buddy knew what he was doing when he mixed that drink for us." She commented, giving the rod a playful tug as she walked in front of him. Keeping her gaze locked on his, Erica grabbed at the waist of her tank top and drew it up and over her head.

As her large breasts dropped down and jiggled back at him, Packerd felt compelled to drop down onto one own knee and scrutinize them closer.

"Oh, my." He marveled, cupping one in each hand and playfully squeezing them. The Sergeant drew his face closer, reaching out with his tongue to draw little circles around one gumdrop size nipple. His tongue explored further out, discovering the lengthy crevice between her breast and her side, then ran the eager tool all the way around until he reached the space between her breasts.

Erica's sensuous moans increased as Packerd's tongue made its way down her tight belly, but the man stopped himself just before reaching the boxer's waistband. They were Osimi's boxers, after all, and with a quick yank, the underwear dropped down to the young woman's ankles.

As Erica stepped out of the boxers, Packerd stood up and unfastened his belt, allowing his pants to drop down onto his boots. Expertly, he kicked his footgear away, and shucked off his trousers much like a kid eager to jump into a swimming pool. He finished by stripping off his desert cammie blouse, throwing his attire into a neat little pile next to the blanket, then glanced at Erica, whose gaze seemed to be captivated by the hard stick stretching out from his lower abdomen.

Packerd latched onto Erica's slender wrists, pulling the woman down onto the blanket and directing her onto her back. She complied, allowing the Sergeant to kneel between her drawn up legs, where the man began to softly nibble on the skin encircling around her knees. Almost immediately, Erica began squirming and moaning, encouraging the Sergeant to descend to her lower thighs. His teeth and tongue continued their sensual exploration, with Erica shuddering with each and every inch he explored. Further down he traveled, his tongue departing from the creamy flesh of her thighs and trespassing into the short curls of her pubic hair.

"Oh, yesss." Erica writhed beneath him, compelling him to drive his tongue into her moist pussy. As she slowly began rolling her hips to meet his probing, Packerd found her clit and started fondling it between his tongue and mouth, which only drove the woman further towards a state of complete ecstasy. "Oooh, oooh!"

Unable to hold back any longer, the Sergeant pushed himself up on his forearms and crawled forward, positioning his stiff member just outside of her moist entrance. With one smooth stroke, he drove his entire length into her, grunting as her tight walls did their best to halt his invasion. Below him, Erica writhed with pleasure. The lustful sounds urged the Sarge to withdraw his meaty rod, and to slam it in again. Again she screamed, and again he repeated his actions, the sweaty sequence increasing in tempo until Packerd was humping away like crazy, and he slowed down only for brief moments as he tried to prolong his state of arousal.

Even when he felt himself begin to explode, the Sergeant continued hammering into her, his hot love juice bursting out like a volcanic eruption and accompanied by his loud and bellowing grunts. The man kept rocking back and forth, his grunts subsiding along with his erection, until, feeling spent and wasted, he pulled himself out and dropped with a heavy thud onto the thick blanket.

Erica draped her arm over his chest, her head close to his, her mouth insisting on planting itself on his and kissing him like a starved lover. Never much for cuddling, Packerd gently started to push her away.

"What's wrong?" She asked, even as the soldier raised himself on his arms in order to stand up and walk away.

Luckily, Hendricks chose that precise moment to make his presence known. "Is this a private affair, or can anyone join in?" He asked cockily as he strolled around the campfire.

Packerd drew his knees up and smiled, even as Erica hurriedly scooped up her tank top to cover her breasts. Unaffected and unconcerned, Hendricks stepped directly in front of Erica and pulled his shirt off, exposing his thick chest and biceps.

Erica became absorbed with the black man's muscles, her mouth open and almost salivating as she gazed up at him.

Hendricks unzipped his fly and drew out his thick cock. "How's this for an encore?" He arrogantly rubbed the fat head. "Eight inches and then some."

"It's so big." Erica commented as she drew herself up on her knees. She reached out to grab it, placing an unsteady hand on the shaft, only to have it quiver hungrily at her touch. Her eyes sought out Hendricks. "I've never slept with a black man before."

"I could lie and say I'll be gentle, but that ain't going to happen." Hendricks stated, taking full possession of his rod and pointing it towards Erica's mouth. "Now, open up."

Surprisingly enough, the young woman leaned forward and engulfed the big black tip. "Now hold still." Hendricks directed her, gripping the back of her head with both hands. With short, rhythmic movements, the ebony soldier began thrusting his shaft into her mouth. "That's it, just like that."

Stunned, the Sergeant simply sat there and watched the action.

"I would have joined the action earlier, Sarge," Hendricks explained between pumps. "But I wanted him to get the first crack. Warm things up for me." He said, releasing Erica's head. "You've got me nice and wet, now turn around and get on your hands and knees."

Erica stated up at him dumbly.

"Come on now, turn around." Hendricks repeated the order, motioning with his hand. As the young woman got into position, Hendricks pulled off his pants and boots, standing stark naked in the glow of the fire for a moment, before dropping down onto his knees. He positioned himself behind her. "You ready?"

Erica's reply was to drop her head down in silence.

Hendricks took hold of his fat cock, easily slipping the head into Erica's moist cunt.

"Here it comes." He plunged in the entire length, pushing the woman forward, then latched onto her hips and forced her back towards him. Erica cried out from the rough penetration, dropping down to her elbows, her body jerking as Hendricks began pumping his extra large member into her.

Hearing her loud moans echo against the canyon walls, and witnessing her large breasts sway back and forth, was enough to bring the Sergeant back to full attention. Packerd gripped onto his hardening tool, intending to jack himself off, when Hendricks noticed what he was doing.

"She'll take care of that for you." Hendricks motioned towards Erica, without breaking stride. "Just plant yourself right in front of her."

Obediently, Packerd crawled forward on his knees, his stiff dick in his hand, and stopped in front of Erica's lolling head. Between her continual groans and the feel of her soft hair brushing against his lower abdomen, it was a wonder that he hadn't come already, and then, when she lifted her head and engulfed him within her warm lips, it was all he could do just to keep himself in the game. The woman's heavy pants and back and forth jostling further excited him, and since he knew he wasn't going to last long, he mimicked Hendrick's earlier movements and grabbed onto her head to keep her in place. It was his first face-fuck ever, with Hendricks driving her forward onto him, shoving the Sergeant back from sheer ferocity, and Erica, trying frantically to keep him in her mouth, while at the same time gasping for breath and shuddering from the numerous orgasms she was experiencing.

Then Hendricks stopped bucking and drove himself deep into the young woman to climax, resulting in Erica mumbling and groaning from yet another orgasm, and giving Packerd the incentive to force his rod into her mouth. After only a handful of short thrusts, his own moans added to the chorus of the other two, and he burst inside her mouth, his grip tightening and not allowing her to move away. As he shook from pleasure, he eventually released the two handfuls of hair he'd been pulling on, and Erica tore away from him, gasping for breath and spitting out jizz all over the blanket.

Packerd dropped onto his back, rolling off the blanket and onto the warm sand beside it, yet not caring at all about it. He was exhausted, and as his eyes began to falter, and he felt himself succumbing to sleep, he glanced over at Hendrick, who had by now lain Erica on her back and was positioning his massive meat between her tits. He should have thought of that earlier, Packerd mused as he lay down.

Throughout the rest of the night, the sergeant had the presence of mind to raise himself onto his shoulders and turn his head towards wherever the grunts were coming from. Sometimes, Hendricks was on top, sometimes Erica, and sometimes, Packerd would join them.

In the early hours of the morning all three were fast asleep and completely oblivious to everything around them.

Osimi could only smile nervously as he approached the naked and worn out trio huddling close together under the Therma blankets, near the remains of the makeshift campfire. As usual, he kept a professional distance between himself and the group of people he was escorting towards the small tower, three of which were fellow soldiers from Newton colony who had arrived to relieve the small detachment. The rest of the group were part of the search party out combing the desert for Erica Daubert, and as fate would have it, their leader was none other than Mrs. Daubert's husband, Maxwell, an older and studious looking man who grimly and silently turned back when he realized who it was underneath the covers.

As other members of the search party spilled forward to both greet and admonish the young woman, Osimi quietly crept around, collecting the undergarments he'd lent Erica the day before and quietly hiding them in his radio pack. There'd be hell to pay for both Packerd and Hendricks, he knew, but as long as none of their shit didn't stick on him, he wasn't too worried about it. 



Forbidden Fruits 01.2



(This is a new entry into the collection of erotica I am working on, titled Forbidden Fruits.) 

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Dear readers of Literotica Forums,

I suppose that we all have our secrets that we'd rather keep hidden forever. My secret would be just as embarrassing as anyone else's, were it to be made public and associated with my name, as I am a married woman with two children, and also a professional. I've been keeping this hidden for so long, however, and since others in these forums have seen fit to tell of their own, shall we say, unexpected encounters with members of their own family, I feel it is high time for me to say my piece and get this heavy burden off my chest.

This took place in the late 1980s, after I graduated from high school but before I moved away from my parents' house and went to college. I was eighteen years of age, still unsure of what field I should pursue and I hadn't even applied for my first job, as I was very, very shy back then.

I remember being a little taller than most women my age, with breasts only the size of apples, which hadn't yet ripened into what they are now. My waist and hips were narrow, as I've always been of slim form, and my thighs were and have always been what I call 'fleshy.' My figure was very similar to that of my mother's, and my father sometimes jokingly referred to me as my mother's little twin.

I did somehow manage to nab a boyfriend, but he was as hesitant and shy as I was. We were both so awkward when we first met, and we continued that way all through our relationship. This young man would be afraid to kiss me in public and hardly ever held my hand. When he made love to me, he was just as timid, as if some religious laws were being broken because we were, in his word, fornicating. We made quite the couple; with me being so shy and him so nervous, and I often fantasized of some muscular brute, such as those seen on the covers of romance novels, stepping into my life and taking me with ardor and passion.

My father worked at a tuna factory, where tuna was shredded into bits in great machines, and stuffed into tiny tins that were then distributed all over the state. He'd worked there for many years, fixing the machines on the assembly line, and he made good money. At the time this took place, he was in his late thirties, and he worked the late second shift at his job. That is, he clocked in at 4, 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and he clocked out sometime past midnight, depending on his schedule.

He was very angry when, shortly after I graduated from high school, my mother decided that she was going to find a job. In those days, in the part of town where we lived, it was seen as a failure for a man's wife to work, as a man was responsible for keeping a roof over his family's head and for paying the bills on time. It embarrassed him greatly when his friends and neighbors would comment over my mother working, and it would lead to many arguments between my father and my mother.

It was always a mystery as to why my mother decided to find a job in the first place. My family wasn't wealthy, by any means, but we weren't lacking, either. The best I can guess is that after 18 years of raising me, and with no other child to worry about, my mother became bored and wanted to try something else. At any rate, she worked at a bakery, where she would prepare dough and put it into ovens, and her schedule had her going off to work very early in the morning. She would leave at 3 or 4 sometimes, but when the arguments between her and my father worsened, she started leaving even earlier. Often, she would be gone by the time my father got home, and although he could never prove it, my father always suspected that she was cheating on him.

When she was home, my mother took to sleeping on the couch in the living room, just so she could avoid my father and his bad temper. My father would come home from work, see her there and wake her up for another ruckus, even in the middle of the night, and afterward he would storm off into the bedroom. After a time, they both tired of the constant fighting, and my father would come into the house, lock up after himself, and skulk off into the bedroom to spend the night alone, all without turning on a light in the living room and waking my mother.

My biggest mistake took place one night while I was talking to my boyfriend on the telephone. I was in the living room and had the TV on, and we talked and talked as young lovers tend to. My mother went off to work, early enough that my father hadn't yet gotten home, and I tried to convince my boyfriend to come over and pay me a visit, but he was a hard catch. He did tease me by saying that he might show up, right before we said our goodbyes and hung up. I found myself still sitting on the living room couch and waiting for him, instead of heading off to bed like I should have.

You see, back in those days, the phones we used had these short cords on them that always bunched up in the wrong places. I didn't have a phone in my room, and so I was waiting for my boyfriend to call me back. Although he never called back that night, I still held out hope that he would, and after waiting so long, I shut off the TV and lay back on the couch. I suppose I only intended to take a short nap, and planned to head to my bedroom later, but as it turned out I stayed on the couch, and as I said before, much longer than I should have.

My father carpooled, and on this particular night, his friends from work stopped off at a bar. Although my father was never anything like a heavy drinker, he must have had enough alcohol in his system to cause him some impairment. He came up the walk as he usually did, and by using the light from the porch, he unlocked the front door. As had become his habit, he did not turn on any lights in the living room, and had he followed his normal routine, he would have walked through the living room in the dark and gone off to bed.

For whatever reason, he didn't do that on this night. The porch light shining through the front door showed him a portion of the living room, enough to reveal to him that the couch was occupied, and he must have assumed that my mother was sleeping there. As he closed and locked the front door, I can only imagine what thoughts were going through his head. Perhaps one of his friends had commented about my mother working, and this had angered him. Perhaps he'd seen some woman at the bar that he found attractive, and this had stirred up some desire in him for my mother. I don't know what he was thinking; I was simply sleeping on the couch.

I remember him talking out loud and waking me. I didn't catch any of it. All I knew was that my father had come home, because I recognized his voice.

I didn't even get a chance to fully wake up, before I felt my legs being pulled and my body being dragged off the couch. I ended up with my face and chest in the cushions. I wasn't wearing much, just a long tee shirt and panties, and before I could even blink I felt the first being yanked up around my back, and the second being pulled down to my knees.

I was scared, and I did what I always do when I get scared; I froze. I had my butt out in the open and my first impression was that my father was about to spank me for sleeping on the couch.

Just imagine how surprised I was, when I felt my father's hand prodding around behind me, rubbing along my sex until I started getting aroused. I was 18! It hardly took anything at all for my boyfriend to get me excited, as he could rub on me while I still had my clothes on and do it. Then my father did something that my boyfriend had never done, when he pushed two of his fingers into me. He made me gasp, and I don't know whether or not I sounded like my mother when she gasped, but I don't think I ever stopped.

His fingers found places inside of me that I hadn't found myself, during my fantasies of being taken by a rugged, handsome man. He played with the edges of my sex, he teased my insides, he found a spot that caused me to nearly scream out loud, except I shoved my face into the cushions to muffle my voice.

His hands went everywhere. He touched my butt, and my sides, and he reached up to squeeze my breasts. He wasn't gentle, like my boyfriend was; he was deliberate and forceful, and he brought sensations out of me that made me want to explode, sensations that no other man has given me ever since.

I remember my father saying my mother's name, and that's when I realized that he didn't know it was me that had been sleeping on the couch. I could have stopped him there, as he gave me a couple of moments to breathe while he was fumbling around with his clothes.

If somebody asked me then, why I didn't put a stop to things, I would have said that I was too scared. That's not the truth. I didn't stop him because I wanted him to keep going, even though he was my own father. He'd worked me up into such frenzy that I didn't dare stop him. After all he'd done with his hands, and in such a short amount of time, I wanted to see what else he could do to me.

I pushed my head into the cushions, when I felt him pressing closer to me, so he wouldn't hear me cry out and be able to tell it was me. He used his fingers again, to push into me, and he must have understood how wet he'd gotten me, as he didn't waste any more time. His cock hovered close to me, I could feel it there on my thigh, before it slid all the way in. My father's hips were pressed tight against my butt, and it was the most incredible feeling I'd ever had, to feel how hard and hot he was, and to discover that a man could make a woman feel this way.

When he started rocking into me, I couldn't help but want my father over my boyfriend, because my boyfriend was so clumsy and awkward when he made love to me. My father made love to me like a man would, and not like a boy, and every time he pushed into me, I could feel him straining to get as much of himself in as he could. He wanted to reach my core, my essence, with every single stroke, and I couldn't help but drench those cushions with my wet moans every time he succeeded.

He pummeled into me, in turn pummeling me into the couch, as I heard him grunt and gasp in ways I'd never before heard from him. And when he tensed up and gripped the sides of my waist, I slipped into my first, real orgasm. He shuddered behind me, and inside of me, and I remember our moans mixing together and crowding up the house.

He didn't stay long, once he was finished. He just picked up his clothes and made his way into his bedroom. Maybe he was tired from work, or maybe all of the frustration he felt toward my mother surfaced. He just left and that was that.

I tidied myself up and went to sleep in my room, where I should have been in the first place.

The next afternoon, one of the biggest arguments ever broke out between my mother and my father. I was in the living room, talking on the phone with my boyfriend, when it happened.

My father must have mentioned how he'd had such a good time the previous night to my mother, still not realizing that it was really me he'd slept with. My mother, and I suppose rightly so, blew up at him and accused him of sleeping with some woman at the bar. The argument got bad enough that the neighbors were privy to hearing their raised voices and the clamor of broken dishes, and before things got any worse, I left the house and went over to my boyfriend's.

Certainly, my father was not a stupid man, and after a few days passed, he figured out not only that he'd slept with another woman, but that the other woman was me. He never said a word about it to anyone, as far as I know, and he certainly didn't bring it up to me. Who could speculate what sort of shame would have fallen upon his head, if such a scandal were ever publicized in our close-knit, highly conservative neighborhood?

I tried to be pacified by my boyfriend, but he was so bland and he had no imagination whatsoever. He wouldn't put a hand on me when we went to the movies, unless I made him. He never went past the same missionary style of having sex, with the same motions and the same length of time, and the same attitude that even though we'd had sex, and enjoyed it, it was still some sort of sin for him and he had to feel guilty about it until the next time we got together. I needed more excitement than what my boyfriend was giving me.

I don't think anybody sees their parents as being sexual, unless the parents are somehow blatant about their sexuality. I know I didn't see my father that way, before that night. Something inside of me changed, however, and I started looking at him differently. Here I was, wanting a strong, manly figure to come into my life and take me, and here this man, my own father, had done just that. I stopped fantasizing about the men on the covers of the romance novels, and I started fantasizing about him.

I wanted him to take me again, but I wasn't going to tell him. I was much too shy for that.

Instead, I started sleeping on the couch, on nights when my mother had already gone off for work. My father would come in, and through the light from the porch he would discover that someone was sleeping on the couch. I wonder what thoughts ran through his mind, when he saw a person there. I know that he had trouble keeping up with my mother's schedule at the bakery, because it changed so often whenever a big order was being prepared for a customer, and sometimes it changed in the middle of the week. He could have imagined it was my mother on the couch, or that it was me, but he never laid a finger on me as he had that first night, at least not at first.

I was starting to wonder if I should change tactics on him, when he finally made the bold move I was hoping he'd make.

My father came home from work one night, and I was on the couch. He must have stood there for a few moments, in the doorway, letting the light from the porch brighten up part of the living room, long enough to realize that I was there. Then he shut the door as he always did, and he started his little journey across the room. Unlike other nights, he must have paused there, in the dark, to think about things. This time, his resolve came out in my favor.

I know he slid my legs off the couch again and moved me around. I ended up in a leaning-back position, with my thighs and half my butt hanging off the couch, my lower back on the cushions, and my upper back and head curved against the backrest. I was just rousing up, when I felt my father's hands sliding across my thighs and towards my middle. He was in a sort of rush, probably because he was afraid of getting caught by my mother, but as I mentioned, his resolve was in my favor tonight, so he wasn't going too fast.

He rubbed my sex through my panties, but he didn't go any further until I started to respond to him. I moaned, and I squirmed, and I guess this let him know everything was okay on my part. Then he slid his hands over my thighs, and up to my waist, and around my breasts, but even though I wanted him to suck my breasts like my boyfriend did sometimes, my father must not have been ready to take that step. From the way his hands were playing with my body, I would have let him do anything to me.

His fingers went back down to my middle, and I must have moaned extra loud when they slipped below my panties. He rubbed my sex in a circle, and he put a finger in me, and he probed around until he found that spot that made me want to scream out loud, loud enough for the whole world to hear.

Then he moved away and took a moment to take off his clothes.

I knew he'd come back when his hands found both of my knees, as my legs were still stretched out and wide open for him. His fingers slid across my thighs, getting nearer and nearer to my middle, and just the thought of him creeping forward like that, with his cock inching closer to my sex, was enough to make me writhe in anticipation.

He moved my panties aside and poked me with his finger, as if making sure my sex was still there, right before his thighs further parted my legs. His cock found me, and as part of it buried itself inside of me I gasped and moaned right into my father's face. He only had to move closer by a few more inches, before I had all of it inside, and it felt as wonderful as it had the first time.

He took me to a whole different dimension than my boyfriend ever did, as his body began rocking back and forth. My insides were eager for him, wet and hot, and they parted for him so easily, so smoothly, and so unlike how they responded to my boyfriend. I felt his length, his form, massaging the soft tissues they came in contact with within me, and setting off tingling and desire all through my body. I felt a bliss I never imagined I could have ever felt.

I could tell when the want increased in him, when the desire for me broke through his willpower. That's when he started rocking into me hard, throttling me against the couch so the entire couch shook. I don't know how to explain this; but I ascended. Each thrust my father gave me pushed me higher and higher into the clouds, and just when I thought I couldn't get any higher, he'd thrust into me again and take me to a whole new level.

I was crying out by then, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear me, but I didn't care. Let them hear. My father didn't slow down a bit, either, not until he gave me a hard grunt and lifted my legs up so that the backs of my thighs rested against his chest. He was trying to hold himself together, as if he didn't want to, as if he refused to climax. I both sensed and felt when he couldn't hold back any longer, as he twitched against my thighs, and inside of me his cock twitched as well, just before he spilled his hot essence into me.

He gave himself up to his climax then, by bucking into my thighs and sex more roughly than before. His hips were slapping against my legs, and his grunts were nearly as loud as mine, until finally, he gave me everything he had to give, and he slipped out of me and seemed to waver there on the carpet.

I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to say something.

But no, he simply picked up all of his clothes, and went off to his bedroom.

I went into the bathroom to tidy up, before I went into my room.

Over the next few days, my father ignored me.

He looked to be making amends to my mother, as if he was trying to get back into her good graces, but she wasn't having any of that. Her impression was that my father was trying to kiss up to her, for having cheated on her with some tramp from the bar. I guess that was partially true, except I didn't think of myself as a tramp. I was simply a victim of circumstance.

What I do know is that men like to have sex, even dumb ones like my boyfriend back then, and if my mother wasn't paying any attention to my father, then it was very likely that he'd go out and find that attention elsewhere.

I didn't want him to go anywhere else. I wanted him to come to me, and after a few more nights of waiting, he did.

My mother went off to work, and I lay there on the couch waiting for my father to get home. I was still awake when he walked in, but to my disappointment, he walked on by. I thought he was heading off to bed at first, until I heard him shuffling down the hall and into the bathroom. Shortly after that, I heard the shower running.

This wasn't like him, I remember thinking. Usually, my father took a quick rinse at his job, since he ended up stinking like tuna most of the time, and he changed from his work uniform to his regular clothes before he left work. This time, he was doing something different.

When he came into the living room, all the lights were still off. He must have been wearing only a towel, because when he slid over on top of me, he was fully nude and wet with cool droplets from his shower.




Forbidden Fruits 01.2



He didn't say anything, but he did kiss me. This was the first time he'd done that. He kissed me along the neck, around my face on both cheeks, and finally, he pressed his mouth against mine. These weren't cheap kisses, either, but full-blown romantic ones, just like those from the romance novels.

I got to do some things, too. Before, there had always been a distance between us, even though we were having sex. This time, I felt my father's weight on my body, and I got to run my hands all over his shoulders and back. I got to squeeze his butt, just like he squeezed mine. I got to run my own lips along his neck and face, and I was exhilarated by all of it. All of it!

He took his time with me. He didn't just screw me as before, but he made love to me, as a lover would. He played with me, sucking my breasts through my sleeping shirt, before he gently lifted my shirt up and did the same to my bare flesh. He teased me through my panties, before he slid his fingers underneath them and toyed with me down there. And finally, he mounted me, in much the same way my boyfriend did, but it was so much more spectacular when my father was doing it.

When we were done, my father didn't run away, as he had before. He had me straddle him on the couch, and he kissed me and groped me until he was hard again. I'd never mounted a man before, but he showed me how, and I got to rock on him and keep things at my pace, while he nibbled at my breasts and squeezed my butt. I was riding him just the way I wanted to, slowly and steadily, until I felt my climax building up inside of me, and I would keep myself at that same pace until the climax swept through me and nearly caused me to bite through my lip. Then, I would do it all over again. I must have climaxed half a dozen times that night, until I finally relented and let my father take control of me again.

We had all night to play with each other, and we did, and neither of us wanted to stop. My father didn't have to be at work until late in the afternoons, and I didn't have anything to do at all. I guess you could say we took full advantage of that for the next few weeks, even though we hardly ever talked about it. We just did it. We even graduated from the couch and into my bed, or into my father's bed.

He would teach me new things, too. One night, he took me into the shower with him, and that became our next 'thing.' Another night, he stepped into my room in broad daylight, with only a towel around his waist and dripping wet after his shower. I thought I knew what was about to happen when that towel came off, but no, he surprised me by doing something else. He put my legs together long enough to get my shorts and panties off, and then he had me spread wide as he got down his knees in front of me. That was the first time my father went down on me, the first time any man had done so, and try as I could, I could not persuade my boyfriend to do that do me later.

I remember the first time I gave my father a blowjob. We were on his bed and messing around, and his cock was hard and waiting for me, and all I wanted to do was to get up on top of it and ride it. He read my intentions and stopped me, and he lay down on the bed and started moving me around in a way that didn't make sense. I was on my hands and knees over his stomach, facing away from him, until he pulled my butt back onto his face and began kissing all over the backs of my thighs. He pulled my butt closer, and suddenly his lips and tongue were all over my sex, poking and prodding around until I was squirming all over the place. I thought that when he'd gone down on me the first time was amazing, but this was even more amazing!

My father's cock was standing up and staring me right in the face, and I became confused when he nudged my head down toward it. I mean, I knew what a blowjob was, and I knew what it meant to sixty-nine someone, but I'd never done it before. When he nudged my head a second time, I decided to give it a try.

I put my mouth around it, and I felt how hot it was. I imagined how it might be done, and I tried some things. I licked it, and I rolled my tongue around it, and I kissed it. I didn't want to make a mess of things, so I watched my father's movements and listened to the sounds he made, and after a little while I figured out what worked and what didn't. That became one of our 'things' too.

Let's just say that we both got good at what we were doing.

Eventually, my mother started to notice how tired I was during the day. She'd comment on it sometimes, but as far as I know, she never mentioned anything about how much later my father was sleeping. She might have been able to win him back, if she really wanted to, but no, she neglected him for years after, and she would always come back to that time when he'd cheated on her with some woman from the bar. It was her favorite excuse not to love him.

Looking back on that time, I guess you could say my father opened up new ideas for me. I stopped being so shy in public, although I'm still fairly quiet around new people. I decided to leave my boyfriend, because he wasn't doing a thing for me, and I applied to a college well over on the other side of the state. That's where I studied, and where I met new, more aggressive men, and where I learned that I could be just as assertive and aggressive as they were. That's why I was able to build up a good career and get to where I am today.

My father and mother divorced about ten years ago, after too many years of not having been in love with each other. I still visit them on occasion, but I have a lot to keep busy with as far as my family and my practice go, so I don't see them as often as I want.

My father doesn't say a thing about what took place between us, all those years ago. I wonder sometimes, if it wouldn't have gone as far as it did, if I hadn't looked so much like my mother back then. My mother's little twin, he used to call me, and I remember those words fondly.

I suppose some people would expect me to regret what I'd done, but I don't. It was an accident at first, and then it turned into something else because we both wanted it to. It just happened, and that's all there is to it.

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Forbidden Fruits



I was eighteen and a Senior in high school when I met him. He was every girls fantasy, and the first person I'd ever met that made me feel that way. To this day, I don't know what it was about him that made my heart beat flutter and my breathing constrict. This is my story. Our story.

Like I said I was a senior in High School when I met Sam Perry. At my high school, they wanted you to pick a major your senior year, and you would take classes pertaining to that major all year long. It was to prepare us for college I know, but none of us really wanted to do that. We all thought it was pointless, but since we had to do it, or not graduate, we did it. 

I picked science. I wanted to be a high school or college level chemistry teacher, and asked to take classes pertaining to chemistry. Well, at the beginning of the year I got one chemistry class and physical science.

I looked at my class schedule and groaned. "What's wrong, Em?"

"Physical science." My best friend, Kenna Harvey just looked at me. "I all ready took physical science." 

"Can you get your classes switched?" She asked, as she began to absently look at her nails. 

"I can try, but my guess is that the other classes are full, and its this or nothing."

I looked up at Kenna and wanted to shake my head. We were the exact opposite in personality and looks, but we were able to maintain a steady friendship since third grade. Kenna was the type voted prom queen. She was blonde, gorgeous, and never had a hair out of place. She always looked like she'd just stepped out of VOGUE or something.

I on the other hand, was a mess. My dark hair was always doing something I hated, so I was constantly wearing it in a messy bun at the back of my head, and always re-adjusting it through out the day. My clothes were not name brand or even very stylish. I liked my shirts a little baggy to hide my few extra pounds, and my pants were either jeans or cargo pants. Dresses and skirts? I didn't own any. Above all, I was unpopular, geeky and extremely nerdy. 

School was my life. 

Kenna and I walked down the breezeway between the buildings quickly, coming upon the Sciences and Arts building quickly. "Are you taking a science class this semester?" I asked as she continued into the building. 

She sighed. "My parents think it would be best if I took biology. I hate science. I hope they don't make me touch any of those dead frogs." I laughed and shook my head. 

"You have the option not to do it, you know." 

"Good," she said quite forcefully. "I hate biology and I hate frogs!"

I laughed again as she smiled and turned down a hallway opposite from the one I was to take. I waved, and headed toward my class. 

I entered the physical science room and looked at the clock as I took a seat at the front. I was counting the minutes until I could change my classes. 

"Good morning class." Mrs. Armstrong entered the room, strangely with no books. "I know it says on your schedule's that I will be teaching this year's class. However, Mr. Kelly, er... quit without any notice, so I will be filling in as an administrator. So this year, with my guidance, the school as allowed a student teacher to teach the class for the year."She held an arm out to the door way, and everybody looked. Rounding the doorway and walking toward the front was a tall man with dark hair. I couldn't see his face as there were kids still standing around. When he reached the front, I saw him. 

His hair was dark brown, almost black, and his eyes were crystal blue. The color of a real sapphire when freshly cut. He was at least six foot one. A tall guy for sure. He turned and smiled to the class as he put books onto the desk. He had a dimple in his left cheek when he smiled. He wore a black sweater over a white button up shirt, so that the lapels stuck out of the sweater. He had jeans and simple nikes on. 

My heart began to flutter and my breathing stopped in my chest. He was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. 

"This is Sam Perry. Mr. Perry is in his final year at Portland State. You will be getting your masters and a teaching degree, is that correct Mr. Perry?"

He looked over at her as he organized the desk. "Yup." 

Mrs. Armstrong nodded. "You are to act as if Mr. Perry is already a teacher. Understood?" The entire class nodded. She gave a quick nod and sailed out the door. 

Everyone's attention turned to him as he walked out from behind the desk. "Okay," he said and smiled. "You guys probably want to know some stuff about me, right?" The class must have nodded, but I was in a trance. "All right. Well, I am in my final post grad year at Portland state. I will be receiving a masters in science and I hope to have my teaching certificate too. I'm 26, my favorite color is blue and I my favorite foods are crab cakes and cheese cake." He paused. "Any questions?" 

I knew then and there I was NOT switching classes.

The year flew by. And before I knew it, it was February and the turn of the semester. Thankfully, physical science was a year long class, so I didn't have to give up Mr. Perry. I'd gotten to know him better. He was really nice, and liked to crack jokes. He learned my name quickly, much more quickly than he learned anyone else's, much to my surprise. 

I didn't tell anyone about my crush on the teacher. I tried to down play it even to myself. I didn't want anyone to know, and most especially, I wanted to forget, myself! I never had a chance at him, I knew that. First of all, I was a minor still in the eyes of the law, and a student. He wouldn't look at me if I'd burst into flame. 

He was a good teacher though. He made the time fly by and we studied things I hadn't already when I took the class previously.

All too soon, it was time to start Senior Projects. Senior Projects is something my idiotic school came up with to make sure the seniors didn't get senior-itus. We had to do a project pertaining to what we wanted to be. We had to have visuals, a ten page paper, and an internship. 

Since I can't really go out and get an internship at a school without a teaching degree or being a student teacher, I was in a bit of a rut. I knew what I was going to do for my project. I was going to explain the chemical composition and decomposition of water and carbon dioxide. However, instead of being able to just go out and buy visual aids, I had to make them. 

I was in my counselor's office later that week waiting to talk to my counselor about my lack of an internship, when Mr. Perry came in. "Hey, Emma. What are you doing in here?"

I smiled. "Well, I don't have an internship. I have to talk to my counselor about it."

"What are you doing for your project?"

I laughed. "Believe it or not, science teacher." He laughed and shook his head. 

"Why don't you just T.A. for my class? Would that count for an internship?" I felt my heart rate increase, and my face flush. Thankfully my counselor called for me at that moment. 

"Emma, you can come in now." 

I stood and walked to the door. Mr. Perry followed. "Emma's having a bit of a problem, Mr. Alexander. She needs an internship for her project, and can't find one."

"Is that so?" he asked looking at me.

"So," Mr. Perry continued, "since she's doing her project on teaching science, I thought she could T.A. for my class and that could count as an internship." Mr. Alexander seemed to think about it for a minute before nodding. 

"I think that would be a great idea." He turned to me. "Do you have any free periods?"

"I've got eighth period off." 

"Great. I will put in your schedule that you are going to T.A. for Mr. Perry that period." He slapped his hand on Mr. Perry's shoulder. "Your going to make a fine teacher, Sam. A fine teacher, indeed." 

He only smiled. 

That day was the beginning of the rest of my life.

Since my schools classes were blocked periods of four classes a day for eighty minutes, I saw Mr. Perry every day. I had him first period for physical science, and the last period of the next day as a T.A. 

To my surprise, he would ask me to stay late on T.A. days to help him grade papers and such. I always would and after a while, I think we formed a friendship. He wanted me to call him Sam, and would make jokes to make me laugh. I, in turn, blushed every time he smiled at me. 

It was about a month later when everything changed. 

Sam was letting me use his room to make my project. Even though it was messy, he put a large desk next to his and didn't let anyone else near it. I would go in during lunch and try to keep going on my models. Sometimes he was in there, and would spend lunch with me, other times he had lunch room duty so he couldn't. 

I didn't think of it as odd that when he didn't have lunch room duty that he would eat in his room with me. 

One day at lunch, I was working with the clay that was supposed to be made into models of water and carbon dioxide. It wasn't working I was getting so frustrated, I wanted to throw the clay across the room. It had been lunch for about ten minutes, and since Sam was usually there by then, I figured he had lunch duty and couldn't make it. 

Wiping my hands off on the towel I brought from home, I gave up and plopped into his comfy chair. 

"Busy working on your project I see." He laughed as he opened and closed the door behind him. 

I shrugged. "The stupid clay. I should have just bought the models, damn everyone else." He laughed and set his lunch on the table. 

"Maybe I can help. Show me what to do." 

For the next five minutes I tried to explain what I was doing. By the time I had muddled through it, he still didn't get it, and I was confused myself. He was standing next to me only a few inches away. So close I could smell his aftershave. 

I turned to him and smiled. "I, uh," I tried to think of my thoughts, but they were muddled by the smell of him so close. "I, uh.... I think that I should... maybe try something else?" My voice sounded breathy, even to me. He watched me with those blue eyes, and the look in his eyes, was something I'd never seen before....

"Emma?" He whispered, moving slightly closer.

"Sam," I whispered back just as his lips came down to meet mine.

It was electric. I'd had boyfriends before, I'd kissed before even made out a little, but nothing had ever felt this... urgent. He wrapped his arms around me pulling me closer to him. We were on fire. 

Our kissing and caressing was frantic.

I pushed my hand up his sweater, and touched his skin. He shuttered, pulling me closer. I felt his hand slip under my shirt and press against my lower back tightly as if he wanted me even closer than I already was. 

Our lips broke infrequently. "Oh Sam," I whispered as he nibbled at my ear. 

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, Emma," he growled in my ear. Then brought his lips back to mine. 

I don't know how long we kissed, as we both lost track of time. It was too frenzied, to new for either of us to care. 

Finally he pulled away, resting his forehead on mine, eye closed. "I can't do this," he whispered. "God, I'm seeing someone." It was the barest whisper, and held the most hurt. 

"I'm sorry, Sam," I said and pulled away from him. "I didn't mean to make you feel... like..." I walked to his desk, preparing to sit in the chair when he spun me around.

His lips found mine again, and they were insistent. I opened my mouth to him and felt our tongues touching... dancing almost. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held my waist, pulling me closer and closer to him. 

"Em, what's taking you so-" We broke apart abruptly at the sound of Kenna's voice. "-long?" She dropped the purse she held in her hand, but quickly picked it back up. "S-sorry," she mumbled and quickly left, closing the door behind her. 

"Oh my God," I whispered. If any one found out....

"KENNA!" I yelled as I ran out the door and around the corner. She was walking quickly toward the bathroom. I followed her in. "Kenna-" 

"You were kissing him! Oh my GOD! I can't believe you! Or him!?"

"Kenna, please," I pleaded. "Don't tell anyone for God's sake!" I moved away from her and to the sink so I didn't have to look at her. "Kenna, I've never felt this way before, about anyone. He makes me feel... worthy. Respected." I looked her in the eye as she approached. "He makes me feel like its okay to be myself."

Kenna watched me for a minute, and sighed. "I knew it was somebody. How long as this been going on?" 

"It just happened today. What you saw was the first of anything between us." I took her hand in mine. "Please, Kenna, don't tell anyone." 

Kenna sighed. "If your sure?" I nodded quickly. "All right. I won't tell a soul." 

I walked back to the room slowly, almost unsure of my own two legs. When I got back to the room, Sam was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands. He looked up as I shut the door. Standing quickly, he looked around himself as if he were as unsure as I was.

"She won't say a word, Sam." I promised him. 

"Emma, I don't... I don't know what came over me. I.... I..."

"Its okay Sam," I said, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. He was going to say he was sorry and that it would never happen again. "I didn't know you were seeing anyone." 

He looked up at me as if I had interrupted his thoughts. "Go out with me tonight," he blurted. Well, so much for a romantic.

"What?"

"Go out with me tonight." He stepped around the desk and to the door where I stood. "Come out with me on a date tonight. I promise nothing like that will happen again."

I gave him a dirty look, making him laugh. "All right, nothing like that will happen again unless you say its okay." I smiled. 

"Are you sure you want to do this Sam? I mean, I wasn't asking for a relationship or anything with that. I mean... I didn't know it was going to happen, but now that it has... I..."

"Come out to dinner and a movie with me tonight." 

"Sam?"

"I really want to do this, Emma."

I ginned. "I can be ready by six?"

"Six it is."

I walked to the desk quickly and jotted down Kenna's address. "I will be here." I handed it to him just as the warning bell rang. "Think you can find it okay?" He glanced at it.

"Yeah, it shouldn't be a problem." 

He kissed me quickly on the mouth just before the door opened and students started to arrive. 

"Six." I mouthed to him as I was getting ready to leave. He grinned at me and nodded. 

I couldn't wait to tell Kenna.