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Mary

By: Just_John1



This is a work of fiction... Any further explanation should be unnecessary don't you think?

Mary was a tall willowy blonde. John couldn't figure out really what willowy was supposed to mean but he figured if anyone met that description it had to be Mary. Her hair was a subtle tone of blonde, not really blonde more like a really light brown, almost. She had eyes that John found himself drawn to, wanting them to focus on him regularly, they watched him with a deeper concentration than he had ever experienced before. 

Mary was also twice John's age, and his mother's closest friend. His father had passed away when John was 12 so John was regularly in Mary's company throughout his youth. John had spent countless nights listening to his mother and Mary talking in the kitchen. Mary had been married to a drunk and had left him five years before. John had a fervent dislike for Mary's husband even though he rarely saw him. 

John had graduated from high school two years before and he knew his mother was struggling to help him meet his college costs. John did what he could, had a part time job that took most of his free time. He had friends in school and had a girlfriend or two during school. Nothing serious just someone to pass the time with. 

John was typically quiet, commonly described as shy. The truth was John didn't really care. He liked spending time with people but he didn't suffer stupidity well. He had a quick wit with a dry sense of humor that some found offensive until they got to know him well and started to understand his humor. The problem was John didn't let many get to know him well. 

Not what one would call a hunk, but John had a masculinity about him that seemed to attract women. He was rarely described as "in pursuit" but more often described as in flight from. His sexual experience suffered from his lack of free time. He had had several quick sessions with a couple of his girlfriends but they were mainly unsatisfactory. It's difficult to truly experience all that sex has to offer while trying to calm the cramp in the leg that keeps banging on the gearshift between the seats, or truly enjoy the throws of orgasm while realizing your foot is stuck in the steering wheel, knowing that if you move your leg the only way you can to get it out, the horn will sound. 

And then there was Mary. Willowy, she had to be the definition of willowy he thought as he looked out of the second floor window at her lounging in the pool lounger in the back yard below. She lived a few blocks away but seemed to spend most of her time with John and his mom. It was normal for Mary to spend time with John alone while his mom did the shopping. 

His eyes followed the curve of her neckline as her shoulders rose up to meet the long thin neck. Her head laid back as if responding to his visual caress. His eyes traveled down and watched as her skin disappeared into the T shirt she had on. She had nice breasts that seemed to be more round than most of the girls he had dated. He wondered if it was the fact that Mary rarely wore a bra and his past girlfriends never went without. His guess was that she was a C cup. Definitely more than his last girlfriend but definitely not a D cup. "What a fucking bizarre way to judge a breast" he thought. Her nipples were erect he noticed, poking against the fabric of her shirt. "I love that look" John thought. Her nipples kept the fabric mostly away from her breasts unless she leaned back, two hard points that moved under her shirt. He always had a difficult time not letting her know that he was watching. 

"I don't see him that way" Mary was explaining to John's mom, Maureen. "I mean he's a nice guy and all but I'm not interested in him that way". Mary seemed so innocent, even more so than some of the girls he had dated in the past few years. He wondered how a 40 year old microbiologist could seem so naïve. 

"Mary, when's the last time you saw a man in 'that way'" Maureen asked making the quotation marks in the air while she talked. 

"Oh I don't know, it's been a while I suppose." 

"Mary, it's been at least since Bob left, probably a year or two before that hasn't it?" 

"Maureen! That's mean... true, but mean!" Mary said with a hint of a giggle in her voice that John absolutely loved to hear. 

"Don't you miss it? I mean I miss it a lot..." Maureen said with a far away tone of voice and John realized that his mom was talking about sex. He was fascinated to learn that his mom and Mary talked about such things. He figured that his mom was an attractive woman and dated occasionally, she had to have sex from time to time but he never really thought about her in that light. Matter of fact he never really imagined Mary having sex... until right then. 

Images began to flash through his mind of what Mary must look like having an orgasm. Head back, that thin long neck tense as waves of pleasure flowed through her body. Her long thin legs tensing rhythmically. He wondered what she looked like without clothes. Wondered if she kept herself trimmed, or shaven or wildly untrimmed. He realized that he wanted the woman he called aunt Mary more than any other woman he'd ever met. 

"Sure I miss it..." was Mary's response, "but I just haven't found the right guy yet, I guess" she ended lamely. 

"There are times that I just have to have it, I mean don't you get nuts some times? You know where it doesn't really matter who, it only matters what?" 

"Yeah I get crazy sometimes but I take of it myself..." 

An incredible image of Mary laying naked on her bed with her hands buried between her legs made John's cock tingle like mad. He was rock hard in his shorts and found that his hand was gripping his member. The tingles increased as his hand began gently stroking up and down his length. He wondered what Mary thought about as she massaged her clit, her lips spreading her legs spread wide as she climbed to her peak. He knew he was getting close as his hand sped up. 

The conversation below had faded from his attention as his orgasm approached. Mary stood up to walk in the house and he watched as she walked around the pool. As his tingles reached their crescendo and his testicles tightened and began to send his seed up his length he was watching her long legs, and the point where they joined as she walked. He struggled not to make a noise but a slight groan just managed to slip out. Mary looked up at his window but kept walking as John bent down with the rhythmical contractions with each jet of pearly white cum as it shot and splashed into his hand and floor in front of him. 

He scrambled to clean himself up as he heard Mary rooting around in the kitchen. With the passing of the tingles came reality. "Right! Like I'll ever have a chance at that!" John thought to himself. "This is my Aunt Mary, I mean I wish she was mine but she's still Mary." He resigned himself to lusting for her from afar as he changed into his clothes and prepared to go to his part time job. 

"Hey John! How are you?" Mary asked as he walked into the kitchen. He hoped she wouldn't see the blush as he thought about the past ten minutes. 

"Doing well Aunt Mary. Heading to work." 

"Have fun!" She said and John melted into her eyes once again. 

John walked out the back door. "Going to work Mom" 

"Ok John, I'll be out late tonight so I'll see you when I get home." 

"I was thinking of having a couple of friends over after work to swim in the pool tonight if that's ok with you. Mary you're welcome if you wanna take a dip with us tonight." 

Mary laughed and said "thanks John but your mom's set me up with a double date tonight." 

John had an image flash in his mind of the potential outfits Mary would wear on a date. Would she wear a bra? Would she wear one of her tighter shirts? John really wished she would get dressed like that for him. Just so he could watch her, touching her was too much to think about. 

The sun had set by the time that John had finished work. He and his friends were laying by the pool after a refreshing dip. John was laying back on the pool lounger watching the two girls talk. He liked Amber. She had a ready smile and was reasonably intelligent, a little heavier than he typically liked his women but she had nice breasts. He particularly liked her hands. Long slender fingers, small knuckles, nails that were long but not too long, and she was wearing one of those thumb rings. Just a simple silver band, he never knew why he liked them, he just did. The only problem with Amber was that she was enamored with Bob. While she and Sally kept talking they would sneak subtle glances at Bob as he swam the extra lap. 

Bob pulled himself from the water and walked over to where John was laying on the chair. "hey John, I'd really like to have some fun with Amber if you know what I mean..." followed by that hefty laugh that John hated. 

"What do you want me to do with Sally?" John asked. 

"Have some fun!" and Bob winked with that conspiratorial smirk. 

"Nah, not really my style... but if you can get rid of her I'll go upstairs and leave the two of you to it." 

"Cool! I work it out" was Bob's macho response. Bob was a friend but sometimes John really hated the way he treated women. He was great when it was just the guys but add a woman or two to the mix and Bob was a... well... a dick I guess. 

About an hour later and an almost insufferable amount of bullshit small talk later John lay back with his eyes barely open. Sally gave John a perfect opening when she said "I'm cold... anyone want to go inside and watch TV?" John knew all he had to say was "Sure" and he and Sally had a pretty good chance of at least messing around a little. Problem was, John just wasn't interested. 

"I think I'm just going to go up stairs and crash... early morning tomorrow." 

"Well I think I'll just go home then, Amber, are you coming?" 

"No I think I'll stay awhile." 

And John walked Sally to the door. As they stood at the door saying the usual goodbye stuff, "thanks for coming over" "Thanks for having me" Sally looked so sad that John leaned over and kissed her softly. He intended to kiss her on the cheek but she turned at the last moment and their lips touched. It was a really tender kiss, soft, lips slightly parted which left Sally breathless. 

"uhhh maybe, ummm next time..." Sally said lamely. 

"Yeah I'd like that" John responded just as lamely. 

She turned and walked down the sidewalk into the darkness. John walked upstairs and as he glanced out to the patio through the sliding glass doors of the kitchen, noticed that Bob and Amber were deep into a kiss, Bob's hand sliding up Amber's stomach. John just smiled and shook his head as he continued to walk upstairs. 

Lying on his bed, with his window open he heard a gentle moan. He slowly got up from his bed and looked out of his window down on the scene below him. Bob, the eternal rocket scientist, never bothered to turn off the spot lights, so the lighting couldn't have been much better. John watched as Bob slid Amber's suit top down off her shoulder, fingers trailing down her skin. 

Mary had had an awful night. Maureen seemed to really like the guy she was with but Mary was wondering whether Maureen really liked him or if it was one of the nights that the who didn't matter. It was obvious that this guy Maureen set her up with was not Mary's style from the start. She didn't like to dance much but... what was his name? Dan? Don? Dragged her, protesting the whole way to the dance floor. He danced like he had a hot stick up his ass, hips never moved but he hopped around like he was trying to get away from something. Not the kind of dance that she could consider a mating dance. 

Damn Maureen! She had to bring up the subject of sex. It had been so long! Of course she thought about it, almost constantly. She'd started shying away from Maureen over the past few months, Maureen seemed so free. Why couldn't Mary be so free. She was angry enough about the disastrous date that she decided she was going to Mary's house to wait for her. "I don't care if she doesn't get home until tomorrow I'm going to be there when she walks in the fucking door!" 

As Mary pulled up and saw John's car in the driveway she thought to herself, "Shit, I'm going to have to be quiet..." She quietly slid the key she had gotten from Maureen when she went on vacation with John several years before, into the door. As she slid into the foyer the sounds from the pool came quietly through the house. 

"Great! even John's getting laid! What's wrong with me?" she wondered. She sat quietly in the living room in the darkness and listened to the moans. 

"ohhh that feels so nice... My nipples, suck my nipples a little, I love that..." Mary imagined John suckling the young breast of his girl, and felt a tingle. She slid a little lower and gently rubbed her palm over her breast, feeling the nipple tighten and press out against her blouse. She'd decided against a bra that night, she had desperately wanted sex that night and thought... "If he wasn't such an ass!" as her fingers captured her nipple and gently rolled it. 

The tingles as her hardened nipple rolled between her fingers went straight to her moistening pussy. Her hand slid slowly up her thigh to rest between her legs, her finger searching for the hardening nub of her clit through the silky fabric of her pants and panties. 

"Shit, what if John comes walking in? I should go upstairs to Maureen's room..." and she rose, silently padding softly on the carpeted stairs in her bare feet as she took each stair. She could still hear the moans of the girl downstairs... 

"ohhhhhh yeah, touch me there... circles... please press there... ohhhhh..." 

"well" thought Mary, "John apparently takes direction well, but I'm kind of surprised he needs it" 

A she silently slid down the hall she noticed John's door was open... and she could hear the voices from downstairs. She'd never really thought about it before but John's room had the perfect view to the patio beside the pool. "No, I couldn't" she thought to herself. 

"why not?" said the evil voice in her head. "Just watching can't be bad can it? I mean he's 20 years old, not bad looking at all, always has good looking girlfriends... Why Not?" 

And she slid slowly into the room. John's ass clenched rhythmically as his hand slid up and down his length. His back was to her and he was apparently concentrating on what was going on down by the pool, never noticing her entrance. She could see his arm moving, and his ass clenching in the semi darkness. "He couldn't be! He IS! He's masturbating! He's watching them have sex and he's... masturbating while he does it!" 

She stood still for several moments watching him, his arm moving slowly. She listened as his breathing changed and her hand found its way to her clit once again. She wanted to rub her breasts against his back, wanted to feel that hardness he had in his hand, wanted to cause the pleasure that his quiet moans signaled. She slid up slowly behind him and the first he noticed she was there was when he heard her sigh... "hmmmmmmm... Looks like Johnny's got a show going on..." 

John Jumped. Physically jumped, feet leaving the ground with the worst "OH SHIT!" feeling raging through him. "um uh Aunt Mary! What are you doing here!" he asked. The best defense being a good offense of course always sounds like a good plan. "oh god Aunt Mary please don't tell mom..." 

"SHHHHH!" She whispered in that stage whisper that probably carries further than if she'd just said shut up. She nodded her head to the couple preparing to mate on the patio. John's raging hard on had gone down almost as if the switch had been turn off. He looked at Mary and noticed the loose shirt, the braless look that he had come to expect from her, the pure lust in her eyes as she looked down at the patio. "don't stop what you were doing on my account... I mean that's perfectly normal for a 20 year old guy, and what guy wouldn't be... with that going on." 

John looked down and couldn't help but feel a tingle as Amber slid down Bob's body. John watched as she licked Bob's cock like a Popsicle. He could see her tongue swirling around the head. Watched as her lips traveled down his length, her hesitation as she adjusted her lips to take more of him, her hand wrapped around the base. Bob's head was laid back as Amber's hair fell down to cover the detailed motions that were indicated by the wave of her hair, head beginning to bob up and down. 

"That looks good." Mary whispered in John's ear as he felt her breast rub against his back. He could feel her hard nipples against his back, could hear her breathing change as he watched. He felt like he was having an out of body experience as he stood there and watched his friend receive such enthusiastic head from Amber, while feeling the woman he had fantasized about for the majority of his post puberty life rubbing her hardened nipples against his back. He was essentially speechless, probably a good thing while spying on the mating couple below. He had achieved a level of hardness that astounded him. He was sure he could cut glass, drive nails, and pop if he didn't get relief soon. 

"aren't you gonna, well, umm aren't you?" Mary asked. It took a moment for John to figure out what Mary was talking about. 

"Here? Now? In front of you?" John stammered. 

"Not quite in front of me dear..." Mary whispered with a giggling lilt to her voice. "how about with me..." and the smile John saw reflected on her face was one he'd never seen before. A mixture of absolute lust, mixed with generous portions of uncertainty and, well that old time love that he'd felt from Mary for as long as he could remember. 

He reached out slowly, his hand moving as if of its own accord. He couldn't actually believe he was doing it as it moved, his mind in slow motion, but the look of rapture on Mary's face as his fingers gently slid over her nipple almost made him cum. Right then, right there with no additional stimulation. 

"ohhhhhhh fuck that feels good John..." as her head fell back. John was trying to watch everything all at once. He watched her eyes roll slightly back in her head, her head fell back and he marveled at the firm lines of her jaw, the tendons of her neck, her collar bones, her almost blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders. 

"John... watch..." she said and again nodded out the window. When John looked down Bob was preparing to slide into Amber. She was laying on her back with her legs around Bob's waist, her hands on his ass, fingers digging into his skin. John was wondering if he had done the right thing. Typical mixed signals, did Mary want John, had he done the wrong thing touching her? 

"watch" she said. John watched as Amber's head fell back and she let out a loud moan. "He just slid into her... I love that feeling when a hard cock first splits my lips and slides into me..." Mary whispered into John's ear. "ohhhhh...." Breathy, whispered half sigh half moan. He still felt Mary's breasts against his back, moving rhythmically and he reached down and again took his member into his hand... Mary's chin resting on his shoulder. 

Bob was thrusting into Amber. His ass clenching rhythmically, hard fast thrusts. "Going to... ohhhh! Going to cum!" Bob exclaimed... 

"wait for me!" Amber almost screamed, her head thrown back almost a blur as Bob sped up. "pleeeease wait for me, fuck me fuck me...." 

Bob's ass clenched hard, once, twice a couple of stutter pumps then fell still. "ohhh please don't stop please, please..." and John watched as her legs clenched around Bob and her fingers dug deeply into her ass. 

"She wants to cum so bad... god I find that so fucking sexy" Mary whispered in John's ear. John watched as Bob slid up off of Amber, full condom hanging off the end of his cock, he could almost see the moisture glinting in the light from Amber's exposed pussy. Her hand reached down and John watched as her fingers slid in circles over her clit, faster her legs splayed wide, two fingers sliding in. Her head was back, her whole body tense and John could see she was so close. The expression on her face was one of frustration, concentration, her eye brows clenched, her lips pursed. And then she came. 


Mary



As I awoke that morning, I lay there not wanting to get up. My life was at a stage that I wish it would end soon. Not that I was suicidal or anything like that, but there wasn't a heck of a lot to look forward to every day since my wife had passed away two years ago. She was the world to me, and when she died there just wasn't much left. 

I was fifty seven years and I wasn't prepared to go to single dances for seniors. Most women my age didn't really appeal to me that much and the ones that did had some kind of personality quirk that turned me off. I knew I was lucky when I had met my dear departed wife, Mary, for she had everything that a man could desire. She was very cute, took care of herself and had a very sexy shape and most of all she could put up with me. She was always a joy to be with and didn't have anything bad to say about anyone.

"Better get at it,' I thought as I rose and got into the shower. Mary's death had hit me so hard that I had opted for early retirement. I couldn't concentrate on my work and I knew it was just a matter of time before I was fired, so I took the cowards way out and retired. My retirement income and interest on our savings gave me enough to get by on and our condo was paid for long ago. I wasn't rich by any means, but I wasn't in need of anything either: that is except for Mary.

I decided to go to the little cafe just down the street from the condo for breakfast. It was a cool autumn day, but the sun was shining brightly as it greeted me as I opened the front doors of the building. It was a glorious morning and I could feel my spirits pick up as I started up the street. 

As I approached the cafe, I notice a young girl sitting on a bench at the bus stand. She was twentyish, long dirty blond hair that looked like it needed to be brushed. She wore no make up, not that she needed any at her age, and her attire looked as if it came from the Goodwill store. Her jeans were a few sizes too large and the sweater she had on was most unflattering. I thought it was strange as the bus came she didn't get on, but then figured she was probably waiting for someone. 

As I got closer to her I saw how pretty she really was. Her big blue eyes seem to smile at me as I past by. I couldn't help myself and with a smile I said, "Good Morning." 

Her face broke into the most beautiful smile that I have ever seen in all my life. She winked at me in a most peculiar way and said, "Good Morning, Handsome." I noticed that she was shivering in the cool wind and offered to buy her a coffee to warm her up. 'She should be wearing a jacket,' I thought as I held the door open for her as we entered the cafe. 

The waitress offered us a window seat but the young lady wished to sit near the rear of the cafe where no one was seated. The waitress brought our coffee and asked if we would like to see a menu. I saw her eyes light up so I asked if she wished anything to eat. She ordered the breakfast special, two eggs, bacon, sausage and home fries. I declined as I was not a breakfast person and usually ate once or twice a day. As we were waiting I asked the young lady her name.

"Mary," she said. "But not the virgin Mary, believe me," she added with a snicker.

"Mary! How nice. My name is David. Dave actually. My dear departed wife was the only one who would call me David and that was usually just before she proved me wrong, or really wanted something." I knew I was rambling, but for some reason this young girl seemed to awaken something that I had thought had died a few years ago.

"Well then, David it is," she said and then smiled that angelic smile of hers.

The waitress brought Mary's meal she devoured it quickly. 'She must be starved,' I thought to myself.

"David," Mary started and stopped.

"Yes, what is it Mary? I asked.

"No, just forget it. Sorry," she said with a shake of her head.

"Mary!!? Come on now. What is it?" I inquired.

"Well, I was wondering." I could see her stammering and was soon to find out why. "Well, would you like a blow-job for twenty bucks. I really could use the money and you look like a real nice fellow." I was taken aback. This was certainly not on my mind and I guess the look on my face told Mary this as she said, "Sorry. Just forget what I just said. David I'm truly sorry."

"Mary," I said when I caught my breath. "If you need twenty bucks that bad I would be willing to give it to you."

"David, I am a street person. I have no home or family. My boyfriend dumped me two months ago. He just left and when the end of the month rolled around I didn't have the rent cheque so I was evicted." She continued her sad story. "When I get real desperate I ask men if they would like a blow job, for cash. Oh, I know it sounds terrible, but what can I do?"

"Come, Mary. Let's go to my place and get you cleaned up." I felt pity for this young woman as I ushered her out the door and headed her towards the condo.

"Nice pad," she said as I showed her around.

"Mary, here's the bathroom. You can shower or bath. What ever you prefer. I will get you some clean towels and then you can see if you can find something to fit you from my wife's wardrobe." I could hear the bath running as I made a pot of coffee.

Mary finished bathing and joined me in the kitchen. She had a bath blanket wrapped around her. Her hair was still wet and she smelt much nicer than before. Her large breasts were much more apparent and I noticed that she had very large nipples. She had a bit of a tummy on her, but didn't appear to be fat.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Please David," she said with a smile and sat down beside me. I poured the coffee and looked into her big blue eyes. "David," she said as she reached for her cup. "You've got a lot of space up here just for one person. I mean".... She was starting to stammer. "Do you think that maybe you would like a house guest until I can get back on my feet?"

"A house guest?" I answered. How could I refuse this young vixen.

"I promise not to be any trouble to you. I'll make it up to you any way I can," she said.

"Any way?" I said. "How would you propose?" Her tone had me interest. I'm not an old leech, but the thoughts of having a woman, well girl, more than half my age staying here just seemed to set something off in me and I felt I had to pursue it.

"Your nice, David. I know that men like sex with younger women and I am willing to offer you anything you wish." She reached forward and placed her hand on my growing manhood and gave it a gentle squeeze. As she did this the towel she had wrapped around herself fell from her and I was staring at the most beautiful set of tits that I have ever seen. I leaned over and began to suckle one of her breast as she cradled the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. 

As I sucked I tasted a creamy substance oozing from her breast. It tasted vaguely familiar. I continued to suckled her and with each suck I was rewarded with a mouthful of her breast milk. 'She must be pregnant,' I thought. I didn't realize it right at that moment, but Mary was becoming aroused with the attention I was giving her breast. I heard her moan as I attacked the other breast with vigor. She slowly opened her legs allowing my first glimpse of her pussy. It was shaven except for a small patch just above her clit. I slowly let my right hand explore her inner thighs, working its way toward her pussy. I didn't know if she would allow me full access, but I was game to try at this point.

As my hand approached her hot spot she opened her legs still wider and I slowly started to caress the outside of her pussy. I was quite excited myself by this time and all of a sudden I came in my pants. I moaned as I dumped my load in my underwear. At that same moment I thrust my middle finger into her sodden crack. Her juices erupted from her pussy as her scent filled the room. She thrust her hips forward to meet my finger. I then inserted a second and then a third. She began to hump them hard. I knew she was on the verge as I pulled my fingers out.

"Don't stop!" she shouted.

"Not yet, my pretty," I said as I carried her to the bed. She looked quite breath taking laying there, naked and horny. I quickly placed my mouth over her pussy and began to drink her juice. I lapped at her like a dog and she was going wild. She had both hand on the back of my head holding my face tight against her crotch. Then she screamed and came. Her juices covered my face. I asked sheepishly if I could fuck her and she responded, "anything that you want. I am yours to do with as you wish for as long as you wish."

I wiped some of the juice from my face and gave her a wet kiss. Our first and then I pulled out my manhood and buried into her. She squealed with delight and we both came in a matter of minutes. We lay there in one another arms for a while when she said. "I guess that you know that I'm pregnant."

"Well, yes I guessed that," I said.

"That's why my boyfriend left. He didn't want any part of it and when I refused to get an abortion he left," she said.

"Bastard," I said with a scowl. "Mary, you're welcome to stay here for as long as you wish and you really don't have to put out if you really don't want to. It wasn't really my intentions to anyway. It just sort of got the better of me and it has been a long, long time."

"I really enjoyed what just happened," she said with a big smile as she hugged me. "Roy, my ex-boyfriend never made me cum like that, of course he wasn't hung like you, but you make me feel kind of special and I want to please you any way I can."

Needless to say, I allowed Mary to move in and so far we have spent two years together. Her son, whom she called David, will know me to be his father and Mary and I plan to wed next spring.

I have become quite used to the taste of Mary's breast milk and continue to suckle her long after her son in hopes of continuing it for as long as it lasts.

Well it happened just like that as fast as that. I would have never guessed that I would have met a young woman who was so totally dedicated to me as my first wife was. My life had meaning again and I had my Mary. 



Mary



The bed-frame squeaked, its rocking motion maintaining a series of repeated, creaking hiccups. The steady motion of Mary's pounding hips travelled through her knees and into the mattress, setting a staccato rhythm of her deep breaths, the slap of her buttocks against my thighs and the echoing squeak of the bed. The tempo slowly accelerating, it was only accented by the occasional sigh, grunt or blasphemous utterance from ourselves.

Mary sat atop me, her knees straddling either side of my hips. Her knees and thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, spring-like, as she lifted her hips from me and let them drop back down. She leaned back slightly, arching her back, as she gripped her ankles to support some of her weight. Her hips continued their hurried rhythm, sliding over my erect cock in short, uneven beats.

I lay back, gripping the metal rungs of the headboard as I looked up at her. She looked angelically exhausted, sweat shining over her flushed, smooth skin and curling her damp, red hair against her cheek. She looked fucked. Her gaze remained focused on me, however, and the speed of her deep, sharp riding only increased. Occasionally, her eyes rolled back as she bit her lower lip: an unsuccessful attempt to stifle a satisfied moan.

The bed-sheets formed matted, crumpled bundles around us, scattered debris from earlier lovemaking. The scents of sweat and sex warmed the room.

Eventually, Mary's self-impalement approached a crescendo. Her eyes grew unfocused and her breaths ragged. Her rutting became harder and less controlled as her small, tight frame tensed. Sensing this, I moved my grip to her hips, steadying her movements and thrusting upward with my own.

Her eyes rolled back beneath half-closed lids; her breaths went sharp and shallow, even as our combined fucking became slow and hard in contrast. Her neck rigid, she opened her mouth in a silent cry and held her breath. I felt her vaginal muscles contract, as tense and still as the rest of her body.

After a few more guided thrusts, the tension broke. Her pussy unclenched, fluttering around my intruding shaft. A small croak escaped Mary's throat before loudly drawing in a deep breath. The following outward breaths came in the form of uncontrolled groans as rolling spasms visibly wracked her.

Her knees gave and her weight dropped fully onto my lap. A growl of restraint escaped me as my entire length was surrounded by her tremulous canal. I sat upright, guiding my arms around her shaking body and holding it close.

She started to calm, her quaking diminishing as her breathing slowed. She looked up at me, her face pink with blood-rush and her pupils wide. We kissed fiercely, in the deep, involved and harsh manner unique to post-coital sensation.

After a few small, short follow-up kisses, we returned our gaze to each other.

"Holy Hell," she muttered breathlessly. Her hips started to slowly rotate, gently stirring me inside her. She let out a contented hum and smiled, resting her head against my shoulder.

"Want to lie back down?" I asked, feeling the words vibrate through my chest and into hers, her breasts pressed against me. My arms were hooked around her back, holding her steady.

"Yeah." She kissed me again, softly. "Give me a hand."

Her legs wobbly, she started to raise herself up from me. Losing balance, she started to topple to one side. I caught her with one arm, laughing with her. With assistance, she was able to lift herself from my lap. With a soft, wet sound, my still-erect penis was unsheathed. She lifted a leg over and I helped her drop next to me on the bed.

Lying back, she exhaled loudly through pursed lips. She stretched out, several sharp pops emanating from her back and limbs. After letting out another contented moan, she turned her head to me. She smiled and I kissed her once more.

"You still haven't come," she croaked, glancing down at my erection. "You're trying to kill me, right?" She smiled again. That had been her third orgasm of the night.

"Damn. You sussed me out." I kneeled up on the bed, looking down at her. Her hair radiated around her head, a halo of copper. Her breasts lay across her chest, flattened by gravity, goose-bumps raised alongside her nipples. Her pale, shapely legs lay useless below her, one knee slightly raised in recovery. Few sights could inspire greater lust or awe in me.

Apparently seeing the hunger in my stare, Mary shifted on the bed, raising her other knee and exposing herself to me. "Your turn," she said, meeting my gaze.

I gently prised her knees apart and positioned myself between them. My cock jutted out in front of me, oozing precum. I leaned down, my hands pressing down on either side of her to support my weight, and kissed her hard.

Leaning down further, I brought my mouth to her ear and softly nibbled on her soft lobe. She squirmed beneath me, her hands rising up to my torso to lightly scratch my shoulders. I let out a soft growl next to her ear then started nibbling the side of her neck. Her breathing became ragged and deep; her nails dug deeper into my back.

My hips started pushing by themselves, rubbing the underside of my penis against her soft, white belly. The engorged, red head glistened in preparation. Mary's ankles, hooking behind my back, dug into my tail-bone and urged my motions on.

Meanwhile, I managed to lift a hand to her breast; I squeezed it softly, letting my fingers converge on her attentive nipple. Gently, I rolled the bud between my middle finger and thumb while I continued to trace small bites along the curve of her shoulder.

She gasped, her eyes losing focus as the blood rushed to her cheeks. "Please..." she managed to sigh out. "Put it in me..."

Lifting my head from her shoulder, I pressed my lips against hers. She opened her mouth slightly, initiating a deeper, stronger kiss. It ended with her biting my lower lip, teasing it with her teeth.

I removed my hand from her breast, lowering it to my awaiting cock. I readjusted my position between her legs, allowing myself the best leverage possible. I rubbed the head of my penis against her slit, watching her face react in blushing pleasure.

"Please..." she gasped once more.

I guided the swollen head to her entrance and, after pausing for a second, pressed into her. She closed her eyes, letting out a wavering moan from the bottom of her lungs.

This far into the evening's activities, my intrusion was met with little resistance. Ample lubrication allowed me to enter her with one easy motion, the engorged head pushing past her labia as easily as the following shaft. I watched most of my length disappear into her before slowly starting to pull back out. I angled my hips on the withdrawal, eliciting further moans from Mary as I pressed against her G-spot. I softly started rocking back and forth on that spot. She let out an ecstatic sigh, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, her legs tightened around my buttocks, crushing me forward. As I was pushed deeper into her, Mary looked into my eyes. 

"More," she said, quietly. "Just let loose." She reached up towards the headboard railing, without breaking her gaze, and gripped the bars tightly.

Setting the balls of my feet against the bar at the foot of the bed, I began to slowly saw in and out of her. As my thrusts became harder, Mary braced herself further against the headboard and the slender muscles of her arms tightened.

After a minute of setting a steady rhythm, I squeezed my arms under her torso and hooked my hands around her shoulders. Gripping her close, I doubled the tempo of my fucking. Louder groans, pants and growls issued from both of us as lust and adrenaline shot through our veins.

I maintained this pace in short burst, to avoid exhaustion. When I slowed, I resumed biting Mary's ears and neck while pounding her with slow, deep and hard thrusts. She took the opportunities to free one of her hands, gripping my shoulder and running her strong nails along my flank. Then, when I felt my energy return, I resumed my frantic pummelling.

The pace changed several times, the heat in the room increasing as time passed. Our bodies grew slick with sweat.

As I pushed into another fit of energetic hammering, Mary's breathing accelerated again. Her moaning became continuous, then a strained chant of, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." This and the further constriction of her legs around me spurred me on, engaging my second-wind.

She started to cry out loud, a baying note rising from her core. Feeling her body tense further, I bit into her shoulder and returned to the hard, regular strokes. Spearing her deepest walls, I held inside her longer and longer, causing her breath to catch with each internal push.

I suddenly increased the pace, this time without decreasing the force. A few seconds later, she reached a crescendo of an orgasm. Her climax seemed to hit her by surprise: she lost her grip on the bar above her head, her hands lunging to my straining shoulders and grasping tightly. This time, her pussy clamped down fully, relenting only in the wake of my advance. Her long, wailing cry broke into a genuine scream, unrestrained and beautifully harsh. I continued thrusting, hoping to prolong her experience.

Finally, she drew in a deep, sobbing breath. I lifted myself up with my hands, staying as still as possible inside her. Her face was flushed, her lips bright red, and her eyes blurred. Her hair, like mine, was starting to fray and tangle from humidity and activity. Her chest rose and fell, recovering oxygen at a marathon-runner's rate. Her hands, which had been clawing furiously into my back, dropped limp and akimbo at her sides.

She looked beautiful.

I slowly started to pull myself from her. 

"Aah!" She stiffened slightly, her brow knotting in pain. "Aah... easy..."

"Okay," I whispered. "You've had enough." I gently pulled out completely, causing Mary to gasp for a second. I collapsed next to her on the bed and turned to her, watching her recover.

Gathering herself, Mary rolled her head to my direction. Her face broke out in a tired smile, eyes closing. I scooted closer to her, leaning in to give her a gentle kiss. We lay there, gently caressing each other in the calm.

My erection rested against her thigh, red and still wet. Mary's eyes lowered, noticing it before looking back up.

"I'm sorry," she croaked. "I'm exhausted. And sore."

I smiled. "Nothing to be sorry about. I loved all of it."

She pecked me on the lips. Then on my cheek, then once more on the lips. "It's not fair. You're too good to me."

"It's nothing about 'fair'," I replied. "Making you happy makes me happy. I just love making you cum that much."

She snorted out a chuckle before snuggling up against me, sweaty and content.

"Well..." she started, interrupted by a yawn. "Well, I'll settle the score later."

Smiling, I spooned into her, my softening penis resting against her round bottom.

"I know."



Mary



Mary looked up from the rocks at the sea shore where she was collecting clams and then stared in astonishment as the raiding party came ashore. Except for them having blue skin, bulbous bodies and many tentacles she might have mistaken them for the Vikings described by her grandfather when he choose to recount horror stories from days of yore. She released a blood curdling scream that could have cracked the church bell had it not been a quarter of a mile distant, and on higher ground.

"Chooooooorda!" the lead blue monster yelled and changed its direction to intercept her.

"Chorda yourself!" Mary yelled, and scrambled up the bank trying to gain distance.

By this time several of the village field laborers had come to the shore to see what the fuss was about. With their sleighs and pitchforks they attempted to organize a defense of the village, but suddenly the monsters had razor sharp claws poking from their tentacles and were basically cutting the makeshift militia to ribbons. Mary looked back as she heard someone scream, gurgle and then sigh, and saw her brother's best friend Jake lying disemboweled on the sand. She lost her footing, struck her head on a rock and blacked out.

When Mary awoke she was lying on the floor of a boat and around her was a sea of blue.

Wait, she thought. This is the wrong shade of blue for the sea, and I am in a boat. Oh my God, I am surrounded by monsters. She quickly realized that if the monsters had killed all those men she saw, then she was no match for them. Her only chance was to prove she was not a threat. In fact, perhaps she could be useful to them. But what could a many tentacle blue skinned monster want from her, she wondered.

She reflected on their behavior. They must be male, she thought, based on their violent behavior. In other parts of the world there may have been mighty Amazons capable of beheading men with a mere glance but Mary lived in medieval Europe. Yes, they are definitely male, she thought. And there is one language all males understand. She got up from the floor of the boat and kneeled while her head cleared.

"Choorda! Zuni choorda!" one of the monsters said. They all brandished their claws. Mary crouched down and tried to look as non- threatening as she could. The monsters soon relaxed and went back to their business. Mary looked around to find the biggest one. Perhaps if she befriended him, he would protect her from the others.

She slowly walked on her knees to a large monster at the head of the boat. When she reached him, he turned and faced her.

"Choorda!" He yelled.

Mary again crouched down avoiding eye contact. While she was waiting she noticed that the monsters stood on some tentacles, and used others for reaching things. There was one tentacle, however, that was shorter than the others, that didn't seem to do anything.

Perhaps that is their willy, Mary wondered.

She again moved closer to the leader. He brindled a few times as she approached, but each time she crouched down and tried to look as meek as possible. Eventually she was within arm's distance. He was staring at her by now. She reached out and gently touched his short tentacle.

"Neeefu?" the monster enquired.

Mary kept quiet for fear of offending him. She began to gently caress what she decided was his penis. It was not like a human one that needed to harden to be functional. It was also thinner, but about one third longer than the average human one. It was also muscled and behaved a bit like a tail.

"Neeefu," the monster moaned.

By this time Mary was very close to the monster. She began playing with the tip of his penis while gently licking along the shaft.

"Neeefu, neeefu."

By now the whole crew was staring at them. Mary kept licking and rubbing. Then she switched and put the end of his penis in her mouth. She began to rub her hands up and down the shaft. The monster began to flick his penis around in her mouth, basically French kissing her. She could sense increasing urgency in his movements. His panting was becoming more pronounced.

"Neefu, neeefu, neeeeeeeefuuuuuuu!" he groaned as he exploded in her mouth.

Oh, my God! She thought. I wonder if it is poisonous. She quickly decided to swallow rather than risk offending him by spitting it out. Luckily for her, it tasted like a cross between honey and licorice.

"Neefu," he sighed and looked at her appraisingly.

"Neefu?" said one of the other monsters and began to advance on Mary.

"Choorda! Zuni malakkka choorda" the leader bellowed, and everyone backed off. He reached out a tentacle and began to caress Mary's shoulder. With another tentacle he began to slide up her legs. Soon other tentacles joined the first ones and he began to remove her dress.

"No!" Mary yelled, and struggled to get up.

"Choorda!" the monster replied and suddenly the tentacles featured razor sharp claws, several close to Mary's neck. She decided her best course was to let the monster do whatever he wanted.

He continued to remove her dress. When she was naked he began to gently caress her. The claws were now sheathed again, and Mary felt tiny sucking feelings all over her body. It was like she was being kissed in a thousand different places.

If this is what he has in mind for me, maybe it won't be so bad, Mary thought.

The monster's tentacles found Mary's breasts. Two were wrapped around them gently squeezing her boobs while two were kissing her nipples and aureole. Mary moaned with lust.

While her breasts were being fondled, the monster also began exploring between Mary's legs. Two tentacles began to kiss rhythmically up and down Mary's vagina lips. Another slipped in between and began to tug on her clit.

"Neefu," she moaned, hoping the monster would understand.

"Neefu!" he responded.

The monster slid a tentacle insider her vagina. Mary tried not to think about the fact that he could easily slice her open from there, but rather concentrated on the delightful twisting, cork-screw action he was doing inside her. She began to breathe more deeply and arch her hips to get him more deeply inside. At the same time she arched her back to thrust her breasts into his grasp.

"Neefu! Oh my God! Neefu , neefu!" she panted. 

She could feel her pelvis starting to tighten. Her hips began to buck. "Oh!, God! Oh! God!" she grunted as several waves of orgasm flushed though her body.

"Neefu?" the monster enquired.

"Neefu! Definitely neefu," Mary smiled.



Mary 1985



"Take off your panties." 

"And do what with them?" 

"Take them off and give them to me." 

"No." 

We were at the Four Seasons restaurant for dinner, which may explain her hesitation. Henry Kissinger was a few tables away. Phillip Johnson, the architect who designed the place, was probably there for lunch. Jackie O was there the first time I went in 1979. 

"There are people everywhere. How could I get them off?" 

"Scootch up your skirt. And just slowly inch them down." 

"No. I can't." 

"Come on. I want to see the look on your face as they come off. And when I put them up to my face to smell them." 

"No. I can't, I'm wet." 

"What's new? I'm hard." 

"Really wet. It's starting to leak out." 

"I knew you'd like this idea." 

All the while, the seamless service of the Four Seasons continued. The three or four waiters brought drinks, removed plates, prepared the table for the entrees. And, as usual, you barely noticed they had come and gone. 

"I cannot take off my panties in a public restaurant." 

"You've fucked me in public men's rooms. You'd bend over a toilet for me here if there wasn't an attendant." 

"So? What does that prove?" Her face was a little flushed, even in the dark atmosphere. She was getting wetter, I could tell. 

"So slip off those underpants. What are you wearing, anyway?" 

"You'll see," she said with a touch of resignation, a touch of self-consciousness, a touch of heat. 

She looked around to see where the waiters were and started to rock her ass a little to hike up the skirt. A few inches and she'd stop when a dish was served, and then start wiggling again. She almost looked like she was listening to a song she loved on a Walkman. But she kept going, riding it up. When she wasn't on lookout, she looked down at the table, never in my eyes. 

"There. It's up." 

"So where are the panties?" 

The little wiggles began again. But this time she was looking right at me. 

"I hope this is turning you on?" 

Nod. 

With a slight grin, "Are you going to pop your cork right here?" 

My balls were aching, but I shook my head. 

"Well, I might." Pause. "There. They're off." 

"Hand them over." 

"I'm not putting my soaked panties on the table at the Four Seasons. No." 

"So stand up, and come around the table and give them to me." 

"Without underwear?!" 

"You're a feminist from the seventies." 

With that she took a fist out from under the tablecloth and reached across the table, and down plopped the damp white lace. 

"Bikinis. Teeny bikinis. That's unusual." 

"Don't open them up. Don't look at them." 

Up at my nose they smelled just like when we fucked. 

"Don't!" 

But, red as she was, she was smiling, almost laughing. 

"What now? Do you want me to lift my skirt high enough that my bare fanny is on the seat?" 

She'd been reading her father's "Story of O" again. 

"Do you want me to open my lips so I leave a spot? Should I put my finger in?" 

Yesss. 

"Do you want to lick it? Or should I put it up my ass?" 

Our dinner was amazing, too. I think. 

......

The best upscale Chinese place on the Westside is Shun Lee West. The set decoration is worth the price of admission. All black lacquer with white paper dragons all across the ceiling. And high backed private booths that hold six.

A year or two later Mary and I were there for a "clandestine" lunch. 

When she came back from peeing she bumped into me and dropped her panties in my lap. 

"Thank you. They smell as sexy as always." 

"Don't do that. You know it embarrasses me." 

But, as usual, it was the combination of humiliation and exhilaration that had become part of our ritual, the part that mixed her Irish Catholicism with her hippest-girl-in-Manhattan thing. 

"Masturbate for me?" 

"No." 

"Let's not go through this again. I want to see you come. I want to watch you." 

"No." But the heat had started to rise, she was breathing deeply. "No," she said again as I saw her hand move down under the table. "No, I will not rub my pussy until it comes. I can't rub it without leaving a spot on my dress." Her eyes were at half mast. "I'll touch it so you can smell it, but I won't come." 

"I want you to come." 

"Not in public where people can see me. I know I've done a lot things, but I will not give myself an orgasm in a public place." 

"No one will notice. It's New York." 

"Sit next to me while I do it." 

"I want you to be alone, I want to watch you. I want to see you face try and not show it's coming. You're such a moaner, see if you can hold in the noise." 

"I can't stop the noise, I can't. I, uh, uh, won't come. I won't, I can't." There was slightly more motion with her right hand. "Do I have to do this?" 

"You don't have to. Don't you want to?" 

"Yesss. I mean, No! I mean, I don't know."

And she got quiet. Her breathing was deep, but she tried hard to be unnoticeable. She was red, and she was breathing faster. She tried to look around, but by now she didn't really care. 

I whispered. "I wish I could be squeezing your nipples." Faster. "Or sucking them." Faster. Or sucking the juice right out of your pussy." 

Faster still. 

"Shhhhh. It's happening. I'm ...." She came. It was completely silent. 

She looked at me. Flushed. Giggling. "I love you." 

"I love you too. You are very hot." 

"You come, too." 

"Get under the table." 

Our meal was fantastic, again. At least, they usually are at Shun Lee.



Mary 1990



Mary was wearing a green, one piece jumpsuit. I'd never seen it before, never saw it again. We were on the way to LaGuardia airport. She left work for a couple of hours to blow me in a taxicab on my way to some business trip; I would have been fingering her if it wasn't for the damn jumpsuit. These cab rides were often the only place we could get a little nookie without being a closed door away from people in our offices.

Taxis had recently been a place where we moved into some further out action. Don't ask why we thought it was OK to practically get naked and screw with a driver up front. But anyway, I'd taken to slipping off her panties and pinching her rear. Hard. Don't know how that particular piece of unusual business started. Maybe it was because she just swooned when I bit her nipples, wanted me to bite even harder, and when she couldn't take it anymore, orgasm swirled upon her. The biting and her reaction to it had become so intense that I even started spurting. And then it completely stopped when her nipples just couldn't take it anymore. So maybe I started the painful ass pinching to fill the void.

Back on our way to LaGuardia, we were getting so worked up that one of us suggested we detour to an airport hotel for a quickie. Trashy rooms had become part of our games.

Mary was fond of her Pennsylvania Irish "white trash"-ness. It was difficult of me to think of her that way since she was a writer by trade, an intellectual who pursued all the fiction in the Sunday New York Times Book Review. But she turned on talking about the hot pants and stockings she wore to parties in high school, getting buzzed out in the woods, and going home with the hose running like a tramp's. And she creamed telling about a flirtation with one of guys in news who'd told her he wanted to take her to "the cheapest motel in Weehawken." Maybe she was white trash after all. I didn't really mind, it gave us more dirty stories to act out.

So we registered and played grab-ass in the elevator. Somehow the jumpsuit came off, the bed covers ripped off, and we were at it. Tits, cock, suck, blow. Anything we could think of while the clock was counting down to my plane.

At one point, I don't whether I'd put it in yet or not, I got her on her knees with her head down on the bed. I liked seeing her ass in the air. Of course, I like seeing any of a woman's naked parts, and particularly the naked parts of a woman I was in love with, one that would let me do almost anything to the naked parts in question. And seeing something so raw, so dirty, so exposed as a poked up ass, had me imagining all sorts of nonsense.

I probably just stared at it for a minute until she became self-conscious enough to beg for insertion. Maybe I licked at her pussy from behind and got her wiggling. I might have tongued her asshole until it was soaked, which I loved doing, and she loved getting, even though I've heard that lots of men hate it. But Christ, lots of men hate oral sex too, and I probably have gotten a lot of points over the years because I loved burying my head in cunt. Maybe she screamed at me to fuck her.

But somewhere in all this ass action I remember the pinching and the ooze that came from the pinching, and I opened up Pandora's, ah, Box. It was something that I had never understood, something I'd never liked thinking about, something I would never, ever contemplate.

I reached around for my pants, doubled over my belt, and smacked that white, jiggling fanny. Hard.

"What was that?!"

"My belt."

"Again. Harder."

I most likely did, a couple of times, before I grabbed her hips, and invited my dick in from behind. Her pussy was so open and wet it just sloshed around, until I took my hand, and brought it down on the red welts from the belt. Her muscles grabbed around my cock and she started pumping her ass back at my balls, screaming for more spanking.

I missed my plane.

...................................................................

I am telling you, this spanking thing was not my style. I have no childhood thing about it. Never was one to get into fights, didn't need the adrenaline rush to survive. I grew up in a household dominated by a woman's point of view, my mother, had two sisters I love, and have had my closest friendships with women. I was a prototypical Woody Allen/Alan Alda wussy feminist guy. I adore women, adore being in love with them, adore fucking them silly, and have never gotten engorged thinking about swatting their beautiful, round, sashaying behinds.

And when I got to my masturbating years, and I started reading all the dirty, perverted, faked letters calculated to make a young man come, contrary to what you might think, I skipped right over a lot kinks that didn't do it for me. I could not get into the incest stories, for instance. Or the lesbian stuff that seems so popular. Female dominants, men in their wives' underclothes, spanking. Nope, not for me.

So I cannot for the life of me figure out what made me pick up that belt. Or, after I did, why I liked spanking so much. Spanking Mary, that is.

Because, as we investigated this thing further, it was about me spanking her, not the other way around. We tried it a couple of times. She used her hand, my belt, the paddles she bought me. Nothing, for me or for her. Tanning my hide didn't make her wet, didn't make me hard.

It was our second time that made us sure that we were adding it to our repertoire.

I was driving Mary home in my red Mustang convertible, top up, and we pulled around the corner for some making out. Her apartment was way over on the Eastside, near Gracie Mansion, and had one of the only blocks I'd seen in Manhattan where almost no one ever walked or drove by. Perfect. I parked and we went crazy, at least for a couple pushing forty. We weren't about to start fucking in this small car, no matter how quiet it was, but we both knew there was a lot of fondling and orgasming on the way.

Mary unzipped my pants, pulled out my erection, and starting drooling.

Even though I loved the feeling of lips and tongue on my cock, I had always found it tough to actually come from a blow job. Or even from a hand job. I've usually found it more pleasurable to have a woman go down on me, and finish the job with my hand or a fuck. Maybe it was because I really like the feeling of being inside a woman, maybe that most women aren't fantastic at it. I came more often from oral sex with Mary, but it was no doubt because we engaged in hours and hours of verbal foreplay every day, and by the time she even touched me I was ready to erupt.

In any event, here she was, her head in my lap. As her rear end popped up above the window line, I started fondling it. Thank God for skirts, because I guess God liked the idea of me reaching up under a skirt to caress a girl's kitty. Which I also started to do. Soon I was pulling down her panties, and the naughty thought struck me to pull up that skirt, exposing her cheeks in the window. No one was likely to be around, which is why she probably let me do it, but once her buttocks were unveiled, she started pumping my cock harder and streaming from her slit.

The sight of her ass in the window, her mouth on my penis, and her juice pouring out was all too much. I spanked her bare ass. She gagged on my cock and started siphoning it faster, humping my leg in the process. Whack! Whack! Whack! I kept it going, she kept it going, and in what seemed like second we had both come in buckets.

From then on, Mary and I tried all the variations. She draped herself over my lap, and asked to count the spanks. "Slap my bottom until I cry," and I did, and she'd fuck me with tears in her eyes until we came. She'd slowly raise her skirts, and pull down her panties to her knees, lean over and say "Crack each cheek once," and then look at the red hand prints in the mirror while she was on top. I'd fuck her doggy style. "Spank my ass until I suck you up into my hole."

For Christmas that year we met at a restaurant where she insisted on a table even more private than usual. When we exchanged gifts she wanted me to open mine right away. She'd gone to the Pleasure Chest and bought some paddles. One in leather, one with holes in it. She couldn't wait to bend over to try them. Eventually, she realized she only wanted to feel my palms hitting her skin.

And, all of a sudden, those erotic spanking letters didn't seem so hideous after all. To this day, maybe only the ass fucking stories can make me come faster.

For me and Mary, the spanking starting coming to an end inside of a couple of years. Someone else can shrink the reasons a smart, powerful, attractive women wanted her bare butt switched, or why a guy like me hardened at the sight and feel of a spank on a uncovered behind stuck obscenely up in the air. And that same someone can figure out why when her health started to slip, her job started to suck, and our relationship started to wane, why she didn't want it anymore. It was OK, I wanted her to like our sex games. It was the only way I would.

I know I missed it, and no one's wanted it again.



Mary



"So ya wanna fuck?" the twenty-three year old redhead asked me as she stood in the doorway of my room and smiled.

"Sure Mary," was my response. I threw back the covers of the bed on which I was laying. This exposed my hardening cock.

"Let me just go put Dan Jr. to bed and I'll be right back."

She left and went to put our four month old son in his crib and tucked him in for the night. Five minutes later she walked into back into the bedroom completely naked. My hard dick was already waiting for her. She came up to the bed and straddled me facing forward. The opening of her vagina was at the head of my dick. She slowly slid down. When our pubes meshed she let out a moan. 

Then she said, "you fill me up so good bro. Are you going to give me another baby?"

"I have almost a months worth of sperm saved for you."

"I'll definitely be getting pregnant again."

"Yes, I'll give you as many babies as you want, sis."

"Hopefully we'll have a girl this time."

"If not, we can try again, next year."

"How about we try to have a baby once a year for the next six years or so?"

"That's at least seven children, sis."

"I know but I liked that you got me pregnant, and now I want more."

The first time Mary and I had fucked was just after my nineteenth birthday, a little over a year and a half ago. I was visiting her for the summer and staying in the spare bedroom of her apartment. One Friday evening she came to the door of my room and asked, "Dan, have you ever thought about me in a non-sisterly way?"

What do you mean Mary?"

"I'm asking have you ever had a fantasy about fucking me?"

"To be completely honest sis. Yes, I have fantasized about fucking you, many times. Why?"

"Oh, just curious."

"You had to have had a reason for asking me this question. Out with it."

"I heard you jerking off last night, and it made me realize that I am very horny."

"Ah-ha."

"So would you fuck me right now if I was willing to let you?"

"Damn right I would, sis."

"How about it, ya wanna fuck me?"

I answered, "Sure but only under three conditions."

"What are those conditions," asked Mary"

"First of all I don't have to use a condom. Second, I get to shoot all of my sperm inside of you. Lastly, this will be an ongoing thing. We will fuck at least three nights a week."

"I'm not sure if I like conditions one and two, but number three I can agree to."

"If you want my dick in your pussy you're going to have to take my cum as well."

"You could use a condom, please."

"No that point is nonnegotiable."

"What would you say if I told you I don't use any form of birth control?"

"You're not on birth control?"

"Yep. So does that change your mind. Do you still want to shoot your sperm inside your possibly fertile sister and make a baby with her?"

"I told you Mary. If I fuck you I am going to cum inside of you."

"You'd impregnate your own sister?"

"If she wanted me to fuck her, I definitely would."

Mary stood at the door for a second before she walked the rest of the way into my room and then unbuttoned her blouse. 

"Okay, Dan, I'll let you fuck me and cum inside of me. I'm too goddamned horny to go another night without a fuck, even if I have to fuck my brother, let him shoot his sperm inside of me and possibly impregnate me."

She stood at the foot of the bed and unzipped her skirt. Mary was now only wearing her stockings, panties and bra. She then removed her bra and tossed it to me. I caught it and tucked it under my pillow. I took a look at her nicely proportioned 32C tits. Mary then slid her panties down her legs exposing her shaved pussy to my eyes for the first time. When her panties hit her feet she kicked them at me. I caught them as well and they quickly joined her bra under my pillow. 

"Aren't you going to invite me to join you in bed?," she asked.

For a response I flipped back the covers and she got to see my 7 inch erect cock for the first time. Mary slowly climbed into the bed with me. Our lips met tentatively at first and then we became involved in a very passionate kiss. Meanwhile I maneuvered my dick to her pussy and touched the head of it to her entrance. Mary gasped as she felt the contact. I began to push and I felt my cock begin to sink into her depths. Slowly my dick made its way all of the way into her vagina. My balls slapped against her pussy lips.

"I can't believe I'm letting my brother fuck me," she whispered but loud enough for me to hear.

I pulled back a little and thrust back into her.

"Mary, I'm probably not going to last very long this time."

"That's okay, Dan. We have plenty of more time to practice."

I took a few more strokes and thrust into her one more time before I let my first load of sperm for the night go into her womb.

"Oh, my god. You're cumming in me. I know you said you would. But I still find it sort of hard to believe that you would actually would do it."

"I'm doing it for you, Mary."

"What are you doing for me, Dan?"

"Impregnating you."

"Dan, I do want to get pregnant sometime soon."

"I know Mary. I read your diary."

"You read my diary?"

"Yes," and then I quoted from the book, "'Dear diary, ever since I broke up with Michael, I've been trying to find another boyfriend. But what I'm not going to tell him is that I want to get pregnant within the next three months. I have been off of the pill for just about a month and a half, so I should be ready any day now.' That was from two days ago. Yesterday it said, 'Dear diary, I heard Dan masturbating again tonight, God I am so horny, I might even have to fuck him.' Do you need to hear anymore."

"No, Dan, I don't."

We now lay side by side with my deflating dick still wedged in her pussy.

Mary and I relaxed in the bed for about twenty minutes and then I began to kiss her again. This time I moved down to her tits and sucked on them for a minute.

"Our baby is going to have fun with these," I said.

Mary replied, "Our baby, that sounds nice."

My dick was almost back to fully erect status so I now began to pump Mary's pussy again. This time my sister and I fucked for at least thirty minutes and went into a few positions, including doggie, cowgirl and missionary. She reached at least two orgasms before I blew my second and final load of the night into her. I removed my dick from her pussy and then lay back on the bed. 

Mary wrapped her arms around me and said, "thanks, Dan."

"Thanks for what?"

"Being willing to love me."

"You're my sister. I'll always love you."

"Not that way. Like a man loves his woman. I want to be your only woman from now on."

"Yes, Mary. From now on you will be my only woman and I will be your only man."

I got out of bed and made a quick dash to the bathroom and then returned to the bed. Then she did the same. When she came back to bed, she pulled off her stockings which partially stuck to her legs. After removing those my sister got back into bed with me. 

Mary and I lay next to each other just content to hold one another. We slowly drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I was alone in bed. I got up and heard the shower running so I went into the bathroom and open the curtain. Mary stood under the water. She smiled at me, so I stepped into the stall with her and closed the curtain. We didn't make love under the shower yet. That would come at another time.

Five minutes later we got out of the shower and dried each other off with two towels. She walked out of the bathroom and headed back towards my room. 

But I stopped her saying, "last night it was my room. Today it's yours."

She smiled at me for a second time and led me into her room. Mary then laid back on the bed and spread her legs for me. I took the hint and climbed on to the bed with her. I brought my head down to her freshly washed pussy and then took a lick along the slit. 

"Oh, she gasped. "Do that again."

So I did. I began to thrust my tongue in and out of her cunt like I would be if I was fucking her. Five minutes later Mary shrieked as she reached an orgasm. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy and then crawled up her bed. Our lips met in an aggressive kiss as my now completely hard dick made its way towards her pussy. As the head of my cock reached the pussy it now belonged to Mary said, "Just fuck me Dan, Just fuck me and cum inside of me." 

We spent the next three hours breaking in her bed. I filled her womb with two loads of sperm. After that we took another shower. The rest of the day we spent apart, doing our own separate things. When it was time to go to bed I joined Mary in her room, but we didn't make love that night or even the next morning.

As promised Mary let me make love to her on three nights that week and the next, each time I would shoot all of my sperm into her. Six weeks after our first time together Mary and I were out shopping and I saw her put a home pregnancy test kit into the cart. I looked at her and she nodded and then said, "I'm late."

When we got home and put everything away, she took the test into the bathroom and did what she needed to, in order to complete the test.

Several minutes later she came out of the bathroom with a smile and showed me the plus sign where the results were displayed.

"Are you happy? You got me pregnant."

"Of course I am. Are you."

"Yes, the man I love is the father of my baby."

Eight months later Mary gave birth to our son and we named him after me. 

The doctor advised me not to make love to her for another three or four months as that she might still me a little fragile inside. 

Mary has let impregnate her six times. We have a total of eight children, three boys and five girls. After our second child was born we moved into a house and actaully started sharing a bedroom full time. None of our children appear to have any defects, that might come from a brother and sister coupling. This would be because we aren't blood relatives. Our parents adopted her at a young age when they were trying to get pregnant themselves. They revealed this to us after we told them that she was pregnant by me. 

Mary gave birth to our most recent one a little over four months ago. When she came to bed that night she asked me the question that she has been asking me every year for the past six years.

"So ya wanna fuck?"



Mary



"Screw you!" she shouted and slammed the door closed. Just before that Mary had managed to say, "Thank you and God bless you". She and her dearest friend Ashley were used to this kind of behavior and those harsh words didn't have much effect to them. They were so devoted to their mission to spread the message of Lord and didn't let this kind of incidents to depress them. 

Mary and Ashley were both 22 years old and strongly religious. They had known each other since they met in a camp of their sect. They both have felt the religion meant everything to them and ever since worked actively for their church. Actually, for the last couple of years their work had not been only voluntary, but they also got paid. In order to reach the next level of the ladder, they were obliged to do a certain period of missionary work. This didn't mean they would have to travel abroad to convert pagans to Christians. There was so much work left in USA. Simply, you could say, they sold Bibles door-to-door in rural areas, where their church couldn't reach the people so easily. Of course it was not only matter of Bibles. In addition they sold other religious prints and tried to get into conversations and make people to understand the true meaning of their lives. Mary and Ashley had now traveled across this state already more than two weeks. Most of the towns they had visited were very small. Some of them have had only some hundreds of inhabitants. To their surprise, they had also found totally deserted towns. They overslept in small hotels and drove from town to town.

They had not done so well in selling, but were still satisfied. They had found lot of lonely people with whom they had been able to have interesting discussions. If these hadn't led to sales, they had considered it as a secondary issue. Sometimes they faced rudeness like the previous lady had just shown, but they didn't care. They knew that would happen.

Now they were driving ahead to the next house. It was very hot and their old car's air conditioner had seen its best days. Their outfit didn't make the situation any better. In addition, that they wanted to dress conservatively, also the rules of their church demanded it. Their 'uniform' consisted of white blouse, naturally every button closed, a grey sweater, black skirt extending below their knees and black thick pantyhose. Probably not the best outfit for heat likes this. They were both sweating. Though the clothes were not any way revealing, they couldn't fully cover their beautiful appearance. They both had slim figures and what you could see, very nice legs. Mary had long blonde hair and she kept it in ponytail. Ashley's hair was dark brown and shorter and she kept it free. Mary's breasts were quite big and the sweater had no chance to fully hide the size of them. Sometimes she felt embarrassed noticing men to stare at them. Ashley didn't have that problem, since her breasts were hardly B-size. Also other ways, Ashley was more like a slim model type, she had small ass and she was 5'10" tall. Some kind of innocence shined from their faces with no make-up.

They parked their car by the road and approached the front door of the house. Mary knocked on the door. First, they didn't hear any move and were already turning away. They heard the door opening. "What do you want?"

The girls turned back and saw a man, probably close to 60 years old, keeping the door ajar. Mary replied, "Nice to meet you, Sir. We are from the church of... and we would like to discuss about the glory of our God with you."

"I don't know. I was happily married almost 15 years when I all of a sudden lost my dear wife. I didn't find it very fair from your God. I had to raise two children by my own," he said sadly.

Mary gave her sympathy. "The ways of our Lord are mysterious. Sometimes He tests our faith. Just remember the words of the Holy Book"

He responded lamely, "I think I have forgotten those words..."

This time Ashley tried to cheer him up. "Maybe we could find the right words for you together? We have here some Bibles to buy."

"Umm. I don't know. Ok, I guess it won't do any harm. Step in."

"I'm sorry, Sir. We are not allowed to do that, if there is no woman present," Ashley said.

"I'm not feeling very well and I don't want stand here in the heat. But I understand your point," he replied with almost miserable voice.

Both Mary and Ashley started to feel sorry for him. They walked couple of steps aside and quickly changed some words. The man could see them finally nodding. The girls returned to him.

"I think we can make exception this time, Sir. Please invite us to your house," Mary asked.

The man escorted the girls to the living room. Mary and Ashley could notice the lack of woman's hand in this house. They found it almost filthy. The carpet of the living room was covered with trash and dust. The old coach and the two chairs didn't look too inviting either. The man asked them to sit down. Mary sat on the coach. Ashley was supposed to do the same, but the old man managed to push himself between the girls and sat down next to Mary before Ashley had the opportunity. So, Ashley had to choose other of the wide chairs. 

"Ladies, can I ask my sons to join us before you start? It might be a good idea to freshen their memory as well. I have to admit after their mother died we haven't been very common visitors in our church."

"Of course, Sir. It is our duty to spread the joy of God to everyone," Mary replied.

"Don! Rob! Come here! We have visitors," the man shouted.

Two younger men entered the living room. They were both muscular, but not very handsome. They were wearing jeans and boots. The other had a T-shirt which apparently had been white a long time ago. The other had a shirt almost unbuttoned. It revealed his chest and some of his belly.

"Say hello to the ladies. They have come here to spread joy...of God."

For a second some kind of grin appeared to their faces, but it died away soon. They politely shook the hands of Mary and Ashley and introduced themselves.

"Sit down and listen what the ladies has to say," the old man commanded.

Rob sat on the other chair. Ashley felt a little uncomfortable when Don took his place from the armpit of her chair. 'Okay, the armpit was wide, but why couldn't he sit next to his brother?' Ashley thought. Rob put her other arm on the back of the chair behind Ashley's head. 

Mary was more talented as a speaker and took the lead. You could feel her honesty and belief to everything she said. Sometimes the old man interrupted her and challenged her message, but every time Mary could find good arguments from the Bible to convince him.

This went on more than 15 minutes. Mary was totally buried in her mission, but Ashley was getting a little bit worried. She had noticed that the brothers didn't put too much attention to Mary anymore. They seemed to stare at her. In no time she felt Don touching her hair with his fingers. He had lowered her hand down from the chair back.

"What are you doing, Sir?" she said politely. That also interrupted Mary.

"I just wanted to feel your hair. It looks beautiful," Don replied.

"Please don't do that. You shouldn't touch me," she responded.

"But you are so pretty. Give me kiss," he said and leaned over to kiss her. 

"No! That is sin," she said with louder voice. She pushed his face away and rose up from the chair. Also Mary stood up.

"It is better we leave now. God bless you," she managed to say before the old man pinned her back on the coach.

"You are not leaving anywhere yet. We haven't got our joy yet," the man laughed.

Ashley tried to run away, but stumbled to feet of Rob and fell down on the carpet. She tried to crawl but Rob had taken a strong grip of her ankle and prevented her to move further.

"She has very nice legs," Rob commented.

"Let me go!" Ashley screamed.

"You heard our father. You first need to give us something," Don laughed. Then he grabbed her hair and dragged her back to the chair. "And now I want the kiss." He pushed his face against Ashley's, but Ashley turned hers away. He shook her head violently from her hair and shouted, "Behave, bitch!" Next time Ashley didn't try to turn away. She felt his lips pressed against hers. She kept them tightly closed.

"Stop that. You are not her husband!" Mary screamed and tried to rise up again. The father pushed her back from her shoulders and warned, "Sit calm now or..."

"Open your stupid mouth, bitch!" Don shouted to Ashley and yanked her hair. The pain made her open her lips and instantly Don was pushing his tongue in her mouth. 'How disgusting,' she thought. This went on for several minutes before Don threw her back on the floor.

"Go kiss my brother too."

"No, please no," Ashley cried.

"Yes. Yes. But first loose that stupid shirt of yours. I want to feel your titties while I'll kiss you," Rob said.

"Nooo! Get away from me!"

"You want to make this hard way!" Don shouted and attacked her. He rolled Ashley on her back and sat on her waist. He grabbed her wrists and forced her hands above her head. Rob immediately took her hands and kept them in place. Don lowered his palms on her breasts.

Ashley screamed him to stop. Don slapped her face. "Will you shut up, bitch?" That converted Ashley's cries to sobs. Don put her palms back on her breasts and started to fondle them. "Hard to say much of these. Need to have a better look." He ripped her sweater open, which caused the buttons to fly around the room. He spread it open and started to work with her blouse. Teasingly slowly he opened the uppermost button. When he went to the next button Ashley started to squirm. She kicked her legs. It had no effect to Don. He sat tightly on her. Opening the third button showed some of her cleavage. Grin grew on Don's face. One by one she opened every button and exposed her bra covered breasts. "Wow! What a bra. Something my granny used to wear," he laughed.

"Let's take it off, shall we?" he continued like it was something to decide for Ashley. He forced his hands behind her back and managed to unhook the bra. Soon he pulled it up and Rob removed it totally. 

"Not bad at all," Don commented and started to gently molest her naked breasts

"Stop, please stop," Ashley begged.

"I guess you're right," he said and removed his hands. Ashley felt relieved, but only for a short time. "It is really my brother's turn now," she heard Don continue. He stood up. Ashley instantly covered her breasts with her hands. Don pulled her up and pushed her on the lap of Rob. Rob took a grip of her waist and pulled Ashley tighter on his lap. He turned her sideways so that her legs were lying on the other arm pit. He forced her hands down and prompted, "You better keep them down."

Meanwhile the old man had landed his palm on Mary's thigh. He squeezed it through the skirt and asked, "Does this turn you on? I think your friend is very sexy." Mary was shocked and pushed his hand away.

Rob kissed Ashley roughly. She didn't dare to stop him. He kept a break and concentrated on her breasts. Ashley had no time to recover. Rob's treatment was far from gentle. He manhandled her flesh roughly and then took her nipple between his fingers.

"Ouuuch! Don't hurt me," Ashley begged when she felt extensive pressure on her nipple. 

"If you kiss me passionately enough, I may quit teasing these." He started to pull the nipple.

Ashley understood the hint and opened her mouth and pressed it to Robs waiting mouth. She played with her tongue against Rob's. Rob pulled off.

"You are sure a quick learner. That really turned me on. Can you feel my boner against your ass?"

That embarrassed Ashley, because she could feel something hard pushing against her on his lap. She didn't answer.

He pinched her nipple. "Answer me. Can you feel it?"

"Yes," she replied vaguely.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"I can't help it, Sir," Ashley answered confused.

"You dumb. It almost aches and I need some relief. How will you handle it?"

"I don't want to..." she started to cry again.

"But you will. It is easy for you. You just spread your legs and I'll do the work."

She started to kick her legs again and tried to get off Rob's lap. "You cannot rape me. You will go to hell for that!" she yelled.

"We will take the chance," Don laughed. He pulled her up and made her stand facing Rob. He continued with harsh voice, "You better not make a move or I will rip your tits off and beat the hell out of you." Ashley tried to calm down. Her bare breast was heaving due to her deep breaths.

She felt Don reaching his hands around her. He went on the button of her skirt. He opened it and the zipper and pulled the skirt of her hips. It dropped on her feet. "She does have nice legs," Rob commented. Ashley felt humiliated to be stripped so in front of this stranger.

"And I can't complain about her ass," Don continued and placed her palm on the other ass cheek. He stroked her ass and squeezed it couple of times. That made Ashley to shiver again. Tears rolled from her eyes.

"Don't touch me there," she pleaded.

"Here? Why not?" Don kept on massaging her ass and suddenly moved his fingers between her legs. "Is this better?" he asked.

"Noooo...please"

Don knelt down and first removed her shoes. Then he dug his fingers under the waistbands of her pantyhose and panties and started to tug them down. His face was on the level of her ass and the revealing sight was really fascinating. He pulled them all the way down and made her step out of them. "Good girl," he said and pushed his face against her naked ass. Ashley was horrified.

Don stood up and whispered to Ashley's ear, "Spread your legs wider and let Rob have a better look of your pussy." The whole idea revolted her and she didn't make a move. Don gripped her nipple and twisted which made Ashley to cry. "I can carry on forever. Can you or do you rather show your pussy?" Finally Ashley opened her legs.

Rob put his hand between them and started to rub her pussy lips. Ashley tried to back away but couldn't because Don was standing so close to her. With his middle finger Rob parted her pussy lips and scratched the inner folds.

"Am I the first time man plays with your pussy?" Rob asked.

"Of course," Ashley answered almost offended, "I'm not married." She hated the feeling in her vagina. Her mind screamed resistance, but she couldn't help her vagina was moistening.

Rob smiled. He could now move his finger in her pussy more easily and pushed it deeper. He finger fucked her with short gentler movements.

"I repeat my question," Rob said, "How will you take care of my hard-on?"

The situation was too much for Ashley. She squirmed away from her attackers and run to the door of the house. Before she could open the door, she was caught by Don's strong hands. Don dragged her back to Rob. "It's impolite to leave like that. My brother asked you a question and I didn't hear you answer." Ashley was shaking from fear.

"Please, I can't have sex with you," she begged. "We are not married and it is sinful"

This time Don placed his palm between her legs and caressed her sex. "I think your God don't mind. He has obviously created this tight hole for pleasuring men. And this way He can test your faith. Now, answer."

This was too humiliating. She sobbed and couldn't say a word. Don pinched her nipple and the pain made her say, "I will make love to you."

"Be more specific. How?" Rob asked.

Ashley stammered, "You can put your penis into my vagina."

Brothers laughed. "I'm not sure do I understand such a neat expression," Rob said and continued, "If you mean you want me to fuck your pussy, say it."

"I can't say it. It sounds so filthy," she pleaded. Pressure on her nipple changed her mind. "Fuck my pussy"

"Ok. Lie down on your back on the floor and open your legs real wide," Rob commanded. Ashley obeyed. She soon lied on the dirty carpet and looked horrified Rob's further actions. Rob took his boots off and then stood up. He took off his jeans and dirty underwear. Ashley was able to see her first penis. Rob smiled and stroked it. He knelt down between her legs. Ashley couldn't watch more and she closed her eyes tightly. She just wanted this to be over.

The old man's hand wandered on Mary's breast. For the last couple of minutes Mary had been paralyzed and just sat there staring. The touch on her breast woke her up. "Don't," she said and brushed his hand away.

"Let's open your sweater. Or will you rather switch places with your friend?" The man started to unbutton her sweater. Mary didn't dare to resist.

Rob slapped Ashley's face. "Open your eyes, bitch. I want you to see when I break your cherry. Put your hands behind your head. It will be nice to make your pretty tits bounce while I pump you. Good". Ashley could now see him lowering on her. The head of his penis made contact with her pussy lips.

"Please, no," she begged once more, but was only rewarded with another slap. She could see Rob gliding his penis up and down against her vagina with his hand. Then he mounted it to the opening and started to penetrate her. Her tightness gave huge resistance. Rob pushed harder and was able to sink the mushroom shaped head totally into her pussy.

"Ouuch! No, No, please take it out. It hurts too much."

"You will get use to it. You sure are tight," he said and penetrated more up to the depth he felt her hymen. He stopped. "Time to make you my bitch. Praise the Lord!" and then he rammed in. Ashley screamed her lungs out. Rob pulled out a little and rammed back. Then he started to fuck her with slow movements. "Look how your pussy is milking my cock," he said and forced her head up so she could see her pussy better. Ashley was terrified. A thick pole of meat was sliding in and out of her vagina. Some droplets of blood had appeared to her vaginal lips. The fucking got more intense. She heard disgusting sloppy sounds due to his action.

"Oh yes!" he shouted and pushed once more to the hilt and collapsed on her. He shot his cum deep. Ashley's biggest concern was not to get pregnant, but that terrible idea also hit her mind, when she felt his sperm to flow inside her. Rob stood up and panted for a while. Ashley rose up on her knees and started quickly to collect her clothes.

"What do you think you are doing? This is far away from over yet, dear," Don said. 

"But he got what he wanted," Ashley sobbed.

"And you are going to ignore my needs?"

"I can't do it again. Let me leave," she begged.

"I don't think so" Then he grabbed her neck and pushed her on her fours. Ashley tried to escape by crawling, but Don took a strong grip of her hips and stopped her. He started to caress her naked ass. He patted it twice and said, "Stay like that". Ashley froze. She heard him taking of his boots and jeans and soon felt him kneeling behind her.

"Do you know what doggy style means?" Don asked.

"No I don't" she replied confused

"Haven't you seen a bitch dog offering her ass to a male dog?"

"Yes," she said lamely and already knew where this was leading.

"Will you be my bitch tonight?"

"No. I don't want to." Don slapped her ass hard. "Ouch, don't hurt me," she pleaded. Don kept on spanking and each slap was harder than the previous one.

"Stop. I'll do it."

"Good decision. Now offer your pussy. Spread wider. Wider. If you really want me to take you, wiggle that ass." Another hard spank "You can do better. Make that ass move!"

Ashley gyrated her ass. It was so humiliating and made her blush. Then she felt his hands stopping the movement. Soon a penis was again pushed into her. This time it went in easier, but still made Ashley to let out a cry from her lips. The fucking went much harder at once. Don held her hips and made her push back. As the fucking went on his loins slapped hard against her ass. The sound echoed in the living room. Ashley cried hysterically from the pain. Suddenly he stopped and Ashley was already expecting to feel another load of man's sperm in her.




Mary



The reason was worse. Rob stood in front of her. He stroked his semi-erected penis in front of her face. "Open your mouth. You made it dirty, you clean it," he said. Ashley turned her face away. Rob grabbed her hair and forced it back. He started rub his cock against her face and finally placed it on her lips. "Open". She did and immediately felt his slimy penis in her mouth. It started to grow at once. "Now wrap your delicious lips tightly around it and suck it like lollipop." Ashley tried her best. Don started his earnest fucking again and Rob forced her to take more cock to her mouth. He pumped her head up and down. Soon Don spurted his cum into her bowels and then pulled out. Also Rob took his erected cock out of her mouth.

Ashley collapsed on the floor. She felt totally used. She just lied there panting and sobbing. "No more, no more..."

The brothers let her stay like that for a while. Then Don slapped her ass and said, "You are a mess. Go clean yourself to the toilet. Be quick." Ashley stood up and walked towards the toilet. She felt intense pain in her pussy. The cum was leaking on her thighs. There was only a dirty sink in the toilet, she had hoped a shower. She opened her legs, pushed her pussy on the edge of the sink and tried to rinse the sperm away. It kept on leaking and she needed to dig it out with her fingers. She closed the tap. The towel on the hook didn't look too tempting either. However, she used it to swipe the rest of the cum off her pussy. Slowly she returned to the living room.

The first thing she noticed was Mary. Her face was red. The old man had forced the hem of her skirt up and was holding his hand on her thigh. The brothers sat on the chairs sipping beer. Rob also had a cigarette.

"Can I have my clothes now?" she asked.

The brothers were still naked except their shirts. Ashley could see Rob's penis was still erected from her sucking. Rob answered, "You see, I'm having a problem. You caused me another aching hard-on. How will you take care of that?"

Ashley's mind raced. 'Oh my God, they are starting over,' she thought. She collapsed on her knees and sobbed, "Please, Sirs. I can't take any more. In the name of the God I beg you," she pressed her head down. Rob leaned over and put his fingers under her chin and lifted it. Then he took her other breast tightly on his hand. Without warning he stubbed out his cigarette to her tit flesh. Ashley howled in pain. Rob kept his grip of her tit and gently swiped the ash off the burned flesh. "What were you saying, darling?"

"Just don't hurt me anymore," she replied, "You can make love to me again." She saw his face and corrected, "Fuck my pussy again."

"And if my brother wants you after that. Is it a problem?"

"No"

"Good, I knew your pussy is hungry for cocks," he insulted and then commanded, " Stand up. Spread your legs wide." Then he pressed the mouth of his beer bottle against her pussy. Ashley shocked due to the cold touch.

"I don't know," Rob said, "We made it loosen up and I'm not sure can you give us same satisfaction any more. But if your pussy still needs attention, I can help you." Then he started to push the bottle neck into her pussy. It wasn't very thick and it went in quite easily. The coldness of it felt almost good in her sore pussy. The worst thing was the humiliation. She could only stand there her legs wide and look this man to fuck her with a beer bottle.

Rob noticed she was getting too easy and started to push the widening part of the bottle between her pussy lips. Ashley shrieked in pain. "Can you take the whole bottle in you?" he asked.

"No. Please not that. You will rip me."

"I was just kidding. We have no use for sloppy pussy. Let's make this other way interesting. We will have a bet."

"What kind of bet?" she asked.

"I'll take my hand of the bottle. If you can keep it in your pussy for two minutes, I'll give you your clothes and you can drive away, both of you. If you drop the bottle, you let me fuck your ass."

'What an evil bet.' she thought. "And If I don't accept your bet?"

"I will fuck your ass this bottle buried in your cunt. Will you take the bet?"

Ashley nodded. "And the time starts now," he shouted and let go of the bottle. Ashley tried to tense her pussy muscles so hard she could. To her horror she noticed the bottle was not empty. It had probably a third of the beer left. Still she could hold the bottle in her hole. Unfortunately two minutes was awful long time and after a minute she was starting to fear the worst. Her muscles started to cramp and she couldn't keep the tension. As soon the bottle started to slide out she couldn't do anything about it and it ended up to the floor between her legs.

"I'm sorry you lost," Don said. "The good thing is you know now what to do with your pussy the next time my cock is in it," and laughed.

"I'd like to collect my prize now, if you don't mind," Rob reminded.

During the whole scene Mary had kept her mouth shut. This last act made her scream "You bastard, leave her alone! You can't force her to such a filthy thing." Everyone silenced and looked Mary. 

The father smiled at her and said, "My sons want a butt fuck and they will get it. If you want to offer your asshole instead, I don't mind." Mary looked him shocked. She hadn't meant that. He continued, "You choose. Her ass or yours?"

Mary saw the pleading face of Ashley. She felt so sorry for her. Still sacrificing herself was too much. She avoided the eye contact with Ashley and shamefully said, "Hers."

"Then shut up and watch the show," he said and moved his hand further up. The side of his palm was now against Mary's covered pussy.

Rob came back to the business. "I'm waiting my ass." He leaned back on the chair. "Turn around and sit on my cock."

Ashley knew she couldn't avoid this, though hoping she wouldn't have to rape herself. She backed up. She put her hands on her ass cheeks and spread them open. She started to lower herself on Rob's lap. Rob was aiming her penis to her asshole. She felt the contact and tried to lower herself. Her sphincter didn't give up and the pain grew too intense. She tried to pull away, but Rob didn't allow that.

"Rip it open you slut or I will burn your tits." That made Ashley to try harder. Finally she was able to get some of his penis in. She stopped and panted for a while. She decided to get over this quickly and dropped on her lap. Rob's cock found its way and sunk totally into her ass. The intolerable pain made Ashley to squirm and she tried pull off, but Rob kept her tightly on place. He made her spread her legs and pushed two fingers in her pussy. He kept on finger fucking her.

"You are in heat, baby. Just can't get enough." Then he stood up, cock still buried in Ashley's ass. Don came to her, grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide open. He mounted his cock against Ashley's pussy and penetrated it. Now she was filled with two cocks. The brothers started to rhythmically fuck her. It was getting harder and harder before they both ejaculated. Ashley had already fainted due to the pain. They dropped her on the floor.

CHAPTER 2

"Quite a show boys, but your main actor has a black-out. Need another one?" That shocked Mary. She couldn't believe these guys were not satisfied yet.

"No, Pa. You'll have fun with her. We will wake up our bitch soon and fuck her some more. But we can have the other one as well if you don't want her," Don replied.

The old man asked, "How it will be? You come with me or stay with my sons?"

"Don't let them touch me, Sir"

"So you come with me?"

"Do I have to?" she asked innocently.

"It will be fun. And I feel your pussy is moistening." He brushed her hand stronger against her pussy. Then he stood up, gripped her hand and led her to his bedroom. He took all of his clothes off and went between the bed sheets. Mary stayed standing beside the bed.

He had decided to tease her. Mary couldn't escape. She would only end up to the hands of the brothers. "Undress yourself," he said.

"Please, no. I can't do it in front of you," she begged.

"You know the alternative," he commented. Mary slowly took of the sweater the man had already unbuttoned. Next she let her skirt to drop on the floor. She stepped out of it and removed her shoes. Then she took of the black pantyhose and finally her shirt. She was standing there only her bra and panties on. The man nodded.

"Please, Sir. Let me leave these on."

'How naïve,' he thought but decided to go further with smaller steps. He opened the bed sheets showing his huge erection and invited Mary to join him. "OK. But now move your pretty body next to mine."

Mary hesitated a moment. She collected her courage and lied down beside the man. She turned her back to him and as an extra protection put her other arm on her breasts and the other between her tightly closed legs. The man looked her actions amused. His first idea had been immediately push his dick into her and fuck her brains out. However, the innocence of this beauty had made him change his mind. He didn't have lack of time. He could tease and humiliate this girl as long as he wanted and finally get her pussy too.

First thing he did was to get closer to her. His throbbing cock pressed against Mary's panty covered ass. No way wouldn't she notice it. He humped against her. That was too much for Mary and she started to sob.

"Don't you like the feeling of my cock against your ass?"

"No," she could reply. "It makes me feel dirty. This is sin."

To her relief he pulled of her. Next she felt his palm on her ass cheek. It wandered on her buttocks and went between her legs. Fortunately Mary could block any attempts to come closer to her pussy by holding her other hand tightly between her legs. This amused the man. What could he do was to grip the waistband of the panties and start peeling them off her ass.

"No. Please don't," she begged, but his hand went back this time fondling her naked ass cheeks. He took his hand off and pressed his penis again tightly against her ass making sure it found its place between the ass cheeks.

"Your butt feels good around my cock. It would feel even better, if you tensed your muscles."

"I don't want to."

"Would you rather take it into your asshole? I'm sure that's tight," and then he positioned himself a little lower so that the head of his penis was almost against her puckered hole.

"No. Please not that. Wait." She tightened her buttocks. She felt the gasp of the man on her neck. She loosened her 'grip'.

"That felt good. Keep on doing it." Mary had to obey. She tightened her muscles 4 to 5 times before she felt warm liquid to spread to her ass crack. 'Oh my god, he is ejaculating', she thought. That was true. The man couldn't hold any longer. He couldn't believe his luck. A young beautiful virgin was milking his cock with her butt. All the excitement his boys had given with their show and now the touch of this silky ass had driven him to the limit. He knew this wouldn't be his last orgasm tonight. But the next one he could hold longer.

Mary felt terrible. The man had forced her to perform such a filthy act. Okay, so far she had kept her virginity, but she still felt so sinful. She started to pray forgiveness from God in her mind.

The man again replaced the penis with his fingers. He smeared his cum on her ass crack and rubbed it against her asshole. He slowly pushed her fingertip through her sphincter. That made Mary almost to jump.

"You cannot touch me there. It is dirty," she pleaded.

"Just wait a moment. It will feel good for you." He started to finger fuck her ass, but didn't penetrate more than just with the fingertip. Mary shivered and was about to throw up. She whined.

"No, no, no. Stop sodomizing me." Instead of pulling out he pushed the whole finger in. That made Mary to scream.

"Take it out. Take it out!

"Not yet. Let's bargain. What I will get, if I take it out?" he laughed.

Mary wasn't sure which was worse, the pain and shame due to his finger or to answer to that question. She knew she had to offer something which will please him sexually and she didn't want to do that. 'It will make me feel even more wicked,' she thought. The pain eased and she hesitated for a while. The man noticed that and started to pump the finger in her ass.

"I see. You rather have my finger. I loosen you up a little and then put something else here..."

"No, stop. Wait!" she cried. "Touch my breasts!"

"I don't know," he replied. "Your tits are big and pretty, but covered with that ugly bra..."

"I will take it off," she said instantly to her own shock.

"Okay then. But you will do nothing to stop me when I play with your titties. Understood?"

"Yes," she replied vaguely. Finally she felt the finger exiting her ass. She rose up to sitting position and after short hesitation opened the clasp of her bra. She took it off, but kept her breasts all the time covered with her arms. She was about to lie back down on the bed. 

"No. Stay like that," the man ordered and kept her in sitting position. "Since you are so fond of keeping your hands on your tits, show me how you play with those. Maul them."

'Oh, no,' she thought, 'How humiliating.' She slowly took her arm off and placed her palms on her breasts. She let those gently stroke the skin and simultaneously tried to hide her nipples.

"Are you trying to fool me?" the man said in angry voice. "Make them desirable. Pinch your nipples and make them hard. Oh, they are hard already. Put your hands under them and shake them." Though disgusted of showing her breasts to that old man she followed his every instruction.

"Yes. That is better. Lick your nipples. That looks sexy. Now you act like a little whore," he cheered at her. And that Mary felt like, a whore, dirty sinner, who doesn't have the courage to resist this test God had made her to face. 'I rather whore myself than take the pain,' she thought miserable. 

"My turn. Lie down on your back," he commanded and immediately started to manhandle her breasts. He put his mouth on her nipple and sucked hard and soon repeated that with the other nipple. He began to knead her tits like dough. Mary panted her face red from humiliation. But the worse was to come. The man straddled himself on her chest. He spat on his fingers and smeared the spit on her cleavage. Mary couldn't understand what his intentions were. It cleared out in no time. The man placed his penis between her breasts and with his hands pushed them tightly around it.

"What are you doing?" Mary asked confused.

"Silly girl," he laughed, "Haven't you ever heard about titty fuck? Your puppies are made for that," and then he pushed forward. The pillow lifted Mary's face and she could see the tip of his penis real well. 'This is repulsing,' she thought. The man started to fuck her tits. He pushed harder and the penis almost touched her lips. Her fucking turned painful to Mary.

"Not so hard. You are hurting me," she begged.

"Push your tongue out and lick my dick," he commanded.

"No. I will not do that," she refused.

"Then I will fuck your tits until they bleed." He pressed them tighter together and increased the pace. The pain made Mary to stick out her tongue. She almost vomited every time the head of his penis touched her tongue. The man couldn't help to see it. To add her humiliation he stopped the fucking and pushed her cock close to her mouth.

"Now lick it all over. Yeees. Tease it, let your tongue work. I'm close. Want to take it into your mouth or on your face?" Both of the ideas shocked her. She tried to turn her face away, but he kept it in place with his hands.

"Lick, bitch, lick," and then he came. First spurts met her tongue but soon she felt the cum all over her face. She felt so dirty. The man lied down beside her.

"You start to understand how to please a man. That mouth will make many guys happy." Mary started to cry again. She covered her face with her hands. She felt the sticky sperm on her palms. Regardless of that, she wanted to cover her face from the looks of that dirty man. She felt his palm on his breast again and she pushed it away with her elbow.

The guy let her be like that for a while. Mary calmed down a little and panicked again when realized the man had taken his opportunity of her vulnerable position. She felt him ripping her panties off. She tried to prevent him, but it was too late. The panties were already on her knees and soon thrown on the bedroom floor. Her first reaction was to cover her pubic area with her hand.

"Yeah. That is hot. Yes, rub my cum to your pussy." To Mary's misery, that was true. Her fingers were covered with his sperm and now she pressed them against her vagina.

"Nooo. I'm not doing that," she argued from her humiliation. The man forced her legs apart.

"Yes you will or I will do it."

"You can't force me to," she tried.

"Maybe I call the boys in?"

She broke. All she could do was to sob. He decided not to push her further right now. 'If she would surrender totally, this weird game loses its interest and she will turn to a stupid fuck toy. I want to rape her mind too,' he thought. He tried to comfort her by stroking her hair. Her face was sure a mess. Soon she calmed down a little. 'The game goes on,' he cheered in his mind.

"I'll take that as a 'no'. Come on, I'll help you." He gripped her hand and wiped some cum off her face with her fingers. He guided her sticky fingers towards her pussy and pressed them against it. His cum moistened her pussy lips. Mary shivered.

"No, please. This is dirty."

"Shut up. Now I want you to do it by yourself," he commanded. Mary's resistance had decreased. Her shaking hand went on her face, wiped some cum and lowered between the legs.

"Open wider. I want to see you playing with your hole."

Mary spread her legs wider. She landed her fingers on her mound. 

"Put my cum into your hole with your fingers."

"No. Don't make me."

"Yes. Open your pussy and feel my cum in you, whore."

Mary reluctantly obeyed and pushed her fingers, one by one, into her vagina.

"You have still some on your face. I want everything to disappear."

Mary finally managed to smear all of this disgusting liquid on and in her pussy. The man took his turn. He pushed her hands away and started to play with her pussy. He teased her pussy slips and then pushed his finger past them. He found her clit and started to rub it.

Mary blushed due to the feeling between her legs, but didn't dare to stop him.

"Feel your pussy moistening? You like my touch, don't you?"

"No. You shouldn't touch me there," she sobbed.

"I think every man should touch you there. It a sin to hide this treasure."

"I'm not a whore," she resisted, "Only my husband is allowed to touch me."

"But you are. You don't even know me. Still your pussy is hungry for my touch. You don't care who is playing with it." Her clit was fully erected and every touch sent pleasurable shocks to her pussy.

"Please, stop humiliating me," she begged.

"Say it. Say you want any man to fuck you. You are in such a heat you would give your cherry to your father, if he were present."

"No. That is a horrible thing to say."

"I'm sure your relatives are doing their best to get between your legs, don't they. I can be your uncle. Ask me nicely."

"No, I can't"

"Say. Please uncle, fuck me," he felt her juices flowing. He knew her pussy had overtook her.

"Please uncle, make love to me."

He rolled over her and quickly put her cock against her pussy and started to penetrate. The hole was very tight, but the juices helped him to push in. Mary's eyes were wide open due to panic which rose in her mind. 'Please not in this way,' she prayed.

"Ask your uncle to break your cherry," he continued the humiliation and pressed her penis against the hymen.




Mary



"No, take it out!"

"I don't think so. You like this too much," and then he pushed forward. Mary shrieked in pain. The man started slowly fucking her. First it felt awfully painful, but the pain eased after a while. To Mary's horror it soon started to feel almost good and she felt odd feelings in her vagina. 'I can't enjoy of this, I can't enjoy of this,' she repeated in her head. She couldn't help it, but the excitement grew. She tried to push him away, but then her pussy exploded. She experienced her first orgasm ever and felt utterly shamed of that.

"I knew you'd like this," he laughed. His stamina after the two orgasms was good. Though the heavenly feeling he could hold. 'If I can make her cum again, she will be my slut'. He pumped vigorously and could soon see Mary to come closer. He stopped for a while and asked, "Want me to pull away?"

"No," she replied with hardly audible voice.

"But you don't love me and I'm not your husband. Are you saying you just want a man inside you, any man. And what that makes you?"

"Don't make me say it."

"Say you are a cock hungry whore."

"I'm a cock hungry whore. Please." He continued the fucking. He felt her pussy gripping to her cock when she came and that made him to come too. He collapsed on her and panted there couple of minutes. He then rolled over off her, gave a kiss to her cheek and said, "I need my night sleep now. If you want more now, you can ask from the boys. Otherwise you need to wait till the morning. Tell you what, a perfect wake up would be to feel your lips around my cock. Will you do that to me, my little slut?"

CHAPTER 3

To Mary's surprise the man had not fucked her more. He had made her to suck his penis, but that was it. He allowed her to wash herself and dress up.

"Let's have a breakfast," he said.

They entered the kitchen. She saw the two brothers by the table and Ashley by the stove frying eggs and bacon. She had also clothes, except her skirt, on. Her eyes looked like glass. 'She must have had a hard night,' Mary thought pitiful. Mary sat down with the old man. Ashley placed an egg and some bacon on the plate of Don. Don thanked her by squeezing her ass cheek.

"Thank you, Sir," she replied and then turned to Rob. Rob didn't do anything. Ashley started to shake her ass and pushed it closer to Rob. Finally Rob gave also a squeeze. She thanked him politely.

Mary was shocked. The brothers had turned her dearest friend to mindless sex robot. Ashley's and Mary's eyes contacted quickly when she offered the food to Mary, but Mary couldn't read anything from her eyes. The father got his food last. Ashley didn't offer her ass to him. Instead Mary heard her asking, "May I suck your cock while you are eating, Sir?"

"Why not," he laughed. Ashley knelt between his legs, opened her zipper and took his penis out. She took it into her mouth and started eager sucking.

Don commented, "She starts to be quite good in that. Sorry to let them go."

The old man groaned and ejaculated into Ashley's mouth. Ashley swallowed his seed, licked him clean and put her dick back into his pants. She stood up and thanked him. Mary was afraid her friend had lost her mind for good.

"How was she?" Rob asked nodding his head towards Mary.

"I found her true nature. She thought she is a missionary, but tell them Dear, tell them what you are. Like you told me last night."

Tears came to Mary's eyes. "I can't say it again."

"But you will only tell the truth. You want to leave, don't you?" he blackmailed her.

"I'm a cock hungry whore," she said lamely and started to cry.

"And what do you..." that was interrupted by a knock on the door. Rob rose up and looked through a window.

"It's is the bloody Allister. He is after the money we loaned from him," Rob said.

"Maybe we can satisfy him other way," the old man replied. "Let him in." Then he turned towards Mary. "If you ever want to leave this house, you will now play along. Understood?"

Mary was afraid where this was leading, but took the threat seriously and nodded.

Allister entered the kitchen escorted by Rob. He looked confused after seeing the two beautiful girls with these three bastards. He started, "I'd like to see my money now."

The old man replied, "If you can wait for another week, we can think a kind of a compensation for you."

"What do you mean? I've waited long enough."

"I know you are a lonely man like I am. The closest whore house is lousy as we know. I can offer you something better, if you are interested," he said and winked his eye.

"You can't mean these..."

"Why not? Ashley, come here and open Mary's shirt. Mr. Allister may want to try her tits." Mary almost screamed. She wouldn't let that man touch her, but then she remembered the old man's threat and kept silent. Ashley walked to her and leaned over her. Quickly she unbuttoned Mary's sweater and shirt. Ashley lifted the bra cups of her breasts. Then she went to Mr. Allister and took him from his hands.

"Sir, please come and try my friends tits. They are very full and firm. And tease her nipples too."

Allister was amazed. He groped this young flesh, mauled it and stretched her nipples. 'This is a dream,' he thought. He was ready to forget his money, for good. He was surprised to hear more.

"Mary, why don't you show to Mr. Allister what kind of compensation I had in my mind. Stand up and drop that silly skirt of yours." Mary knew she had to play along. They had to get out of here. She stood up and took off her skirt. Allister looked like he was having a heart attack.

"Bend over the table. Raise your nice butt up. Go ahead Allister, have a try." And he did. His palms wandered on her ass cheeks. They felt so good.

"If I let you fuck her, will you give me an extra week?" 

"If I can have her, you'll never have to pay," Allister replied.

"What do you say, Mary? Will you sell your ass for my sake?"

'Now he really turned me to a whore,' she thought terrified. She noticed Ashley looking at her pleas in her face. 'I have to endure this,' Mary knew. "Yes, Sir," she then replied.

"Ashley, why don't you help them," he ordered. Ashley rushed to Mary and pulled her pantyhose and panties down and then took them off. The old man tried Mary's pussy and said, "It is too dry to be fucked and we don't want to wear Allister's cock out. Ashley, lick it wet."

Mary's mind shouted 'no'. Soon she felt her friends tongue against her vagina. Ashley lapped her pussy lips with her tongue and tried to push it deeper. Mary's mouth opened and gasped for air. Allister approached her. Ashley wasted no time to take her cock out and target it to her friend's pussy. She guided it in, when Allister started to push. Ashley tried to grow his excitement in every way. She rubbed her testicles, led his hand on Mary's breasts and talked dirty, "Fuck harder, Sir. She deserves it. Show her who is the man. Use that whore. Cum in her." That didn't take long. In less than two minutes he emptied his balls to her pussy.

The old man saw the disappointment on Allister's face and knew this could be his chance. "Allister. I don't blame you coming so fast. After all, she is a sexy bitch. Don't worry. For two hundred bucks you will get another round and I promise the girls will make you feel even better."

"It's a deal." Allister didn't have to consider.

The old man instructed, "Ashley, suck his dick hard again." Ashley was already good in this and Allister's cock stood throbbing in no time. "Now tongue Mary's asshole. Make it real slippery for him." To Mary's horror she soon felt a tongue penetrating her anus.

"Please, no," she begged.

"Did you ask something from Mr. Allister?" he said anger in his voice.

"Please fuck my ass, Sir," Mary corrected.

The old man corrected her, "I think he is a little bit tired. It is better that you do the work and let him rest. I know you can move that ass nicely."

And so it went. Ashley again grabbed his cock and mounted it against Mary's anus. Mary felt his saliva coated tip of penis touching her puckered hole. She slowly pushed her ass back and felt her asshole ripping. She couldn't relax her sphincter and had to stop due to terrible pain.

"Ashley, help her a little. Stretch that hole with your fingers." Mary felt Ashley's small fingers to take the place of Mr. Allister's penis. Ashley pushed both of her poke fingers into her asshole. Mary winced in pain. Then Ashley started to stretch her hole. Tears rolled from Mary's eyes and she bit her lip not to scream. Ashley added her middle fingers and performed the same treatment with no mercy. She then guided Allister's cock back.

Mary tried again. Ashley didn't give her possibility to stop. She pulled her from her hips. Mary's anus gave up and was filled with Allister's penis. She slowly pulled back and then pushed in. Allister groaned from satisfaction.

"Ashley, I'm sure a spanking spirits Mary to move her ass faster." Ashley obeyed again and started to spank Mary's ass cheek. Mary had to increase the pace despite the pain in her asshole. Soon Allister couldn't stay still, but started to push back with earnest. A droplet of blood appeared from Mary's anus. 'I'm ripping her,' he thought excited and that made her shoot his cum into her.

When he pulled out, Mary collapsed on the floor on her knees.

"Good idea. Ashley, join her and lick Mr. Allister's cock clean with Mary." This was already familiar to Ashley, but Mary almost vomited. Even the smell was terrible. Finally she pushed her tongue out and started the licking. She licked and licked mindless until she noticed Ashley was already putting the penis back to his pants.

Allister left and the girls remained on the floor and hugged each other. Mary heard the old man's rude command, "You blonde bitch, come here."

Mary stood up and walked to him. "Will you let go us now, please?"

He kept silent. His fingers went to her pussy. "Open," he said. Mary complied. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her. "Feels good?" he asked.

"Yes," Mary lied just hoping to get released soon.

"I knew you are sluts. I will do you two a favor. I have decided to sell you to the whore house. Now the most of the bitches there are over forty and worn out. The customers are old drunks. A young meat like yours will surely boost the business there. I think the owner is ready to pay nice money of you."

"But you promised..." Mary cried.

"Yeah, yeah. This is for your own good..."



Mary



Author's notes: Warning! This is an extramarital sex story. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

*****

"Everybody wants something from you,
Everybody want a piece of Mary
Lush valley all dressed in green
Just ripe for the picking"

- "Mary" by Tori Amos

Mary strides across the street, her short matronly body dressed in a green suit jacket and pencil wrap skirt. Her dark hose and nearly transparent dark blouse match perfectly. The clack-clack of her black dress shoe heels on the asphalt tells me she is in a hurry. Strange, because I work from home running my business, and she is Suzi Home-maker. We don't do dress up. We are daily coffee buddies, knowing far more about each other than we should, at least from my wife's point of view. From my point of view, a head taller at 5'11" than she is at 5'2", Mary once had fabulous tits and still has magnificent cleavage, as I often get to verify by looking down her blouse. But today she doesn't get close enough for me to get a good look, slightly more standoffish than usual.

"Peter, can I talk to you? It's kind of sensitive, so maybe at my place?" she suggests softly. Ever since we had to take my wife's father in to live with us, and my son rarely attends his community college classes to play video games instead, my house just isn't the place to share the juicy gossip and intimate secrets of the adult oriented conversations we share.

Mary's house, on the other hand, is open, one son off in the military, another off at college, her youngest off from sunrise to sunset at the local high school playing sports. Her husband Paul works long hours at the military base, which is fortunate for them because he'd come down with prostate cancer, followed by testicular cancer, yet his benefits paid for almost everything. Enough so that they have added a deck and hot tub instead of paying for doctor and hospital fees. Today is too warm for the hot tub, despite my fond memories of Mary in a bikini, her 36DD breasts standing straight out for the first time in the decade I'd known her. We drink too many drinks and Mary is rubbing those big tits on my arm. Jen pulls me out of the hot tub before I am ready and everyone gets an eyeful of how happy I am to feel those tits as they would have been when she was twenty. Mary's eyes have gone wide and her hand flies over her mouth. All I get is a lecture from Jen about how my staring has embarrassed Mary and how my erection has embarrassed Jen. Today is warm enough that there will be no hot tub fun - it's outside, not in the air-conditioned part of the house. Summer in the Southwest, after all.

Today Mary's tits are back where I am used to them, nipples swinging down around her elbows in her jacket. "Going for an interview? You look very nice today, Mary." as I answer her by walking with her across the street in my shorts, "Starfest" T-shirt, and flip flops.

"Biggest interview of my whole life." she confides. "Tell me all about it, dear." I reply.

We cross into her house, closing the glass screen door behind us, as I turn right into the kitchen, and she turns left into the bedroom hallway. "Bring me a couples of Joes, willya?" she teases. "Cumin right inya!" I tease back. How I wish she could teach this to Jen, playful innuendo that violates every rule of male female conversation dictated at the feminist conventions that Jen attends. Sometimes, playful banter is just playful banter. I fix our mugs, mine black with honey, hers with cream and honey, and head down the hallway.

Entering their bedroom, I see her on the other side of the bed, having tossed her green business suit jacket on the bed, facing away from me as she types on their desktop computer. Her tits naturally form a 45 degree angle to her spine, so she is whacking them back and forth inside her blouse as she types. My sharp intake of breath alerts her to my presence, as she waves her right hand "Over on the rolltop desk." I know from looking at her back she isn't wearing a bra, and the rolltop desk is almost to the wall the computer is on, so I carefully place the mugs down as I try to catch a glimpse of her nipple, to be filed in the spank bank for later.

'Oh, fuck I've been caught' my mind screams as Mary turns and looks squarely at me. She smiles broadly, then says playfully "Oooh, you naughty boy! Caught looking at my tits AGAIN, just like in the hot tub. Well no touching for five minutes. Sit in the penalty box on your hands." she says as she points firmly at the wicker chair next to the desk.

"What about my coffee?" I ask pouting. The smell alone beckons to me. There is another smell here too, but I can't quite place it so I give up trying.

"If there is something dark you want to suck on, well go ahead. I prefer to suck down cream, myself." she teases as she saunters over pick up her mug with her left hand. I stare at her stiff dark chocolate nipples, starting to wonder if someone has spiked my coffee with a hallucinogen. I only took a sip, I swear to myself. She turns towards me, giving me the full on view of both her braless breasts shimmering and bouncing in the gauzy blouse, as she pushes me backwards into the wicker chair, padded with floral pillows "Sit. Stay." she barks out commands in a severe voice I have never heard before. Her cherubic round Hispanic face is framed by her dark black hair, glinting with red highlights, and I suddenly feel like a gay hairdresser asking her about her hairdo "When did you get those highlights done?" Her black eyes pierce me as she licks her full ruby red lips, acting like I'm her next meal. Almost anything could happen, I think to myself.

She saunters back to the computer, puts down her mug, and furiously types for a few seconds. Then she turns back to face me, pulls her right leg up like she is kicking the ceiling, and places her right foot on the bed. "I got it done right after Jen told me you only get hard for redheads." She unsnaps the waist of the wrap dress, and her bush explodes into my field of vision. She literally has thick dark pubic hair from hipbone to hipbone, down all the way to her slit, and even back to her rear end. Only her legs are shaved smooth.

"Mary, Mary, quite contrary, why is your sweet cunt so fucking hairy?" I quip.

She bursts out in laughter. "That's fucking funny!" she howls, doubled over, both feet flat on the floor. I'm glad she liked the joke. I'm very, very sad it causes me to lose the intimate view she'd just shared with me. I saw some tufts of hair sticking out from her bikini at the hot tub party, and that was what caused the boner then, and the boner now. Well, that plus her awesome tits! I am so hard I can break bricks with my dick, I'm convinced. She turns to ravage the keyboard again, then unbuttons and drops the blouse, arching her back, pulling her hands behind her head, and her breasts pull up close to where they might have been twenty years ago. "Now it's time to get serious." she says as she keeps the pose.

"Who is that you are Instant Messaging?" I ask warily.

"Jen. She wanted to know how far I have to go before you will agree to fuck me on a regular basis. She fully approves, by the way." Mary says softly.

"I have a little trouble believing that." I say quickly, looking at the raspberry sticking out of that dark bush, obviously Mary's clit. She's given herself a good wind up before walking across the street to see me. I can finally recognize the scent of hot pussy, see her inner lips splayed out onto her vulva. Mary turns a knob on the right of the computer, and clicks on her mouse. "Opening Skype window to saved contact Jen." the computer says.

"Hey, baby! Jen, the wife with the soul of a schoolmarm, remember? Well I know how tired you are of once per quarter sex on a scheduled holiday. That is my sex drive, and until it changes, that's my sex life. But it doesn't have to be yours. This is our friend Mary, whom I have given a hall pass, to have full and free sexual relations with you, whenever, wherever, however. If she brings a gaggle of teacher friends to suck and fuck you all weekend, as long as she is the mistress of ceremonies, it is all right by me. But think of her. Two years she has gone without the comfort of a real cock. Paul will never be able to satisfy her ever again. Mary craves sex on a daily basis just like you. But in her current circumstances, she is looking at Gary, her youngest, and trying to figure out how to seduce him just to take the edge off. Don't make her become a criminal. Fuck Mary! Fuck her now, fuck her hard! Oh shit, my boss heard that! Bye!" "Skype connection closed by Jen." the computer adds.

I start to move to embrace her, but Mary pulls her arm out straight, making a stop gesture with her hand, then wags her finger. "Naughty, Naughty boy! No playing with Momma until you've heard the entire proposal about what's on offer." Mary taunts.

"Since when are you British?" I quip.

"I watch BBC America just like you do. And I will probably leave you for the next time traveling alien that happens by - so listen up! Twin, high capacity funbags, topped with caramelized all day suckers! Wiring diagram indicates they are crosswired to the clit for some reason, so don't play with them if you aren't going to really make Momma happy. Said juice machine making raspberry sticking out of the furry catchers mitt. If you lick here, bring scuba gear, 'cause you're gonna get wet. Mudflaps for easy opening of the cunthole, but do be gentle, their sensitivity is somewhere between that of your scrotum and that of your lips." Mary says, gesturing with her hands, like giving a flight attendant safety lecture.

"Tuck and roll interior, especially tight due to the efforts of Dr. Gustav Kent. Six weeks of hell and six months of recovery after I had Gary, but my cunt is tighter than anyone Gary will date in the next five years. Think about a piece of liver, wrapped around your thumb. Now imagine heavy rubber bands wrapped around the outside until your thumb turns blue. That is my sweet tight cunt as you called it. Furry stripe leading to the hershey highway, fun to lick, but mostly just acts as a cum flavor saver. Hershey highway itself, sadly, nowhere near as tight as my pussy, but none the less a fun ride, especially during the days when Aunt Flo still visits. Sweet cocksucking mouth - quite willing to trade three orgasms in my mouth for one in my tight, tight pussy, and yes, I love to swallow and cannot wait to taste your sweet cum. Deep throat facilities available for the curious. All connected to the hot, twisted mind of a very horny woman who has only had fantasies and fingers to play with for two years. All at your beck and call, with the full approval of my husband and your wife. If I need to offer a pot sweetener to that, my hot bisexual girlfriend Gina, available weekends only, will try to fuck us both to death, but she may just be boasting. Like to find out for sure, because she made a few weeks of those two years more bearable for me." Mary says with a smile.

I start to move toward her, but she does the stop, wag her finger again. "Not so fast, big boy. Gotta show Momma what you've got to make her happy. Strip, now!"

It takes me all of about two seconds to shuck the shorts and underwear, pulling my t-shirt over my head to toss it in the pile and step out of the flip flops. "So", I decide to emulate her sales pitch, "one seven inch summer sausage, convertible to fuck cannon by hand or mouth. Said fuck cannon can discharge up to seven rounds per day, but the historical best was twenty rounds in a single day, produced by two willing female assistants and a shitload of porn. Hands are very dextrous, can twiddle twats, nipples and palm nipples. Such palms also twitch, in emulation of your favorite novel's hero." I grin.

"Oh fuck! I never should have told you how much that turns me on!" Mary cries out as she blushes.

"Grey's got nothing on me babe. He never mastered the spank and diddle, with which you are going to become intimately familiar. To continue the sales tour, a tight ass, kept that way by an hour on the treadmill almost every day, with enough horsepower to fuck pretty little fillies like you for hours. Tongue and lips, trained by my first wife and her coterie of bi swinger babes to please. Hot mind, writer of erotica, completely lost in all the sensuous possibilities of my new wife." I grin again.

"I'm not your wife! I'm married to Paul. You're married to Jennifer." she protests.

"Can you deny that for sexual purposes, Paul and Jen have decided that you and I are to act as if we are man and wife? That from this point forward, you are my sex-wife?" I argue firmly.

"Sex-wife? Sexy-wife? No, just sex-wife. I like it. In fact, I also lick it!" Mary glows, as her tongue flicks out from her lips, tasting the air.

"We are going to have so much fun together." I open my arms into a welcoming hug.

Racing down the length of the bed, she bumper-cars her tits onto my belly as my arms wrap around her soft body, her head buried in my chest, as her hands get very intimate with my cock. "Do you have a pet name for your dick, or do I get to make up my own?" she asks huskily, her small hands stroking up and down my shaft.

"His name is Mr.Schlong." I say very formally.

"Is that his full name, because I'd really like to be introduced." she giggles.

"Mr. Pussy Pleaser Schlong, to you." I say with an upturned nose.

"So your cock's name is Pussy? As in 'Here, Pussy, Pussy'?" she giggles.

"That's my story, and I'm sticking to it." I posture haughtily.

"Sticky is right. Did you just come in my hands, or does your ball juice always leak out like that?" she rubs her palm on the tip of Mr. Schlong, then carefully licks it clean. "Nope, just pre-cum." she says happily. Then she reaches behind her back to grab my left hand with her right, and for just a moment I remember she is right handed and the coffee mug she picked up with her left was just to leave her tits in view a little longer. Playing for time. Two can play that game. "Mr. Pussy Pleaser Schlong, please meat Ms. Loosey van Pelt." she says as her hand guides me into her slick fur, down across the raspberry of her clit, through the mud flaps, and into her wet seam. She is not lying about how tight her pussy is, I can barely get a finger into her tight pussy, much less a thumb. "If you let me 69 with you awhile, Loosey will loosen up so that we can fuck. I really, really want that." she begs softly.

"Where?" I urge, her slickened hands gliding up and down my shaft, fisting my cock driving me quite mad with lust. My thumb is languorously brushing her clit, making her hips thrust in sharp spasms.

"Bed." she says as she takes her right hand off my cock, slowing her strokes with the other one, using the free hand to roughly grab my hair and bends my head to kiss her.

My tongue enters her soft full sweet red lips, to meet a full on assault. She treats my tongue as if it were a small cock head, spinning around it, sucking on it, pulling me as deeply into her throat as she can. She is rubbing her wet snatch over my leg, as she pushes me back with her thrusting hips. Her hand darts out to pull the bedspread and topsheet back. Then since I am already bent over to kiss her, she simply pushes up off the floor with her legs, locks them around my back, and falls onto the bed, pulling me with her. My penis is right at her opening, but the spongey head bounces off, penetration denied.

"It was worth a try. Figured as turned on as I am, we might have a chance. So it is back to the slow boat down the ho road." she says as she breaks from our kiss, then seeing my puzzled face, she explains "It's a Paulism. Something about the man in the boat and having to eat out a woman to turn her into a whore for you. I never got it either, but I still say it. So there." She spins her small frame around, leaving my legs off the bed, as she introduces my face to Loosey van Pelt, mashing it and grinding it all over my face. Her wetness penetrates every pore of my face, as her creamy, buttery lube gets polished in by her big fur mitt. 

I am in heaven. My hands reach up to the tight globes of her round ass, much tighter than I expected, pulling her tightly against my face as I suck and lick the raspberry of her clit. It is much bigger than Jen's, causing the fluid buildup to pool out onto my face, rubbed into my skin by side to side buffing by the mitt. Her hips start to twitch up and down, as her mouth slackens it's attack on my johnson, which is all the way down her throat. Jen never deep throated me, never learned the skill and her schoolmarm soul is only interested in teaching, not learning. But long slow deep throat strokes followed by Mary's tongue dueling with the head of my cock and then sucking it hard, only to slide me down the full length of her throat until her tongue tickles my balls isn't bothering me at all. But it does slow me down enough so that I'm not going to come anytime soon. Switching focus, I bring the fingertips back to tease her clit, while my tongue deep throats that incredibly tight pussy. 

Mary is spasming now, hips bucking above me, as her clenching pussy opens up. Just as I think we are getting somewhere, Mary pulls my cock out of her throat, into her mouth, ramming her hands down my shaft while gripping me very tightly, with so much force she is practically punching my balls. Hand after hand, start at the top, punch down, pull off while the other hand punches down, start over at the top. She is using my balls like I would use a speed bag at a gym. Her mouth is furiously sucking on the tip of my cock, applying tremendous suction. Her tongue is really working over the tip of my prick, sanding the bottom of the tip with her tongue flat, then spiraling across the ridge. Her lips suck hard as she twists her head, while the top of mine comes off. I have never felt anything like it in all my years of swinging and my sore balls are pumping out their load into her mouth. She is grunting now, bashing Loosey into my face with hips that can only be described as frantically thrashing while spasming at the same time. It is our first simultaneous climax, and it is the best sex I've ever had in my life. Mary does not stop, pulling and tugging on my cock and balls to try to force more drops of cum into her mouth. I start plunging two fingers into her well opened cunt, and she forgets all about my cock and balls, thrashing like a rag doll above me, bashing her hips into my face, gushing like she peed on me, then slowing to rub the lube into my face with her wet muff, using circular motions of her hips.

"Holy Fuck! I guess that answers whether we are sexually compatible or not." Mary says as she rolls off of me. I'm just grateful I don't have to try to move.

"Mary, sex-wife, that is the best sex I've ever had in my life!" I cry out, gratitude beyond measure in my voice.

"Me too." she whispers softly, scampering up to turn around so we are facing the same direction as she presses her soft body back into mine.

"Think you could blow me hard so that we can take this to the next level?" I ask hopefully.

"Try and stop me!" she says brightly. She gently takes my ball bag into her mouth, slowly sucking on the left ball, then the right one, taking almost all of the sting out of the brutal pounding she'd given them only moments before. She licks slowly up my shaft, covering every millimeter with her saliva. It is only then I realize she is trolling for sperm, seeking out errant blobs of cum. My half hard cock goes three quarters hard. She loves me, she really loves me! Well, my cock and cum that is. Finally her mouth goes back to sucking on the tip, as her hands do corkscrew twists slowly down the shaft, only to grip tightly, and pull my cock back up, stretching it into her mouth. She takes her teeth, scraping them so very gently down the helmet of my tip, then buries it inside for a heavy vacuum suck, repeating it many many times, until I'm on the edge of cumming.




Mary



"Doggy?" she whispers hoarsely, and I finally notice that one of her hands left playing with my cock seemingly ages ago, and has been fisting several of her fingers into her channel as she bends over me to suck my cock. Minimal amount of movement, minimal amount of time without contact with my sweet lover's body.

"Good plan." I agree, as I sit up, she hustles in front of me on all fours, I rotate my body and position myself behind her.

"Go slow. Take it easy. I've never had a cock your size in almost twenty years, since the surgery. You might break my pussy with it. But once you are fully inside, all bets are off. Fuck me hard, as God intended, sex-husband." Mary taunts playfully.

Her pussy is still open two fingers wide, dripping with lube, and the bedroom reeks of sex. I guide myself to her opening, sliding inside just like I easily do with Jen. When I hit bottom, she clenches down on my cock, and I cannot move.

"Gotcha, fucker! So you think you can fuck my tight little pussy anyway you like? No siree! You are going to grab my hips with both hands and pound my ass flat as best you can. You are going to bruise my butt cheeks with your hips. You are going to fuck me so hard and so fast I scream and you are going to keep fucking me like that until you can't fuck anymore. This is my first fuck in two years dammit, and I'm not going to have some tentative fuck because we're just getting started." Clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles around my cock, milking it without moving, she demands her due. "You promised me seven loads, and I'm taking all seven from you, my way, the hard way. If you fuck me good, and make me scream, I'll consider a nice tender fuck about siesta time."

"Doesn't the blowjob count?" I ask hopefully.

"Blowjobs never count. Blowjobs are free, they are icing on the cum cake." she teases, pulsing her sweet pussy on my cock, pushing me to an edge neither of us wants to cross just yet.

"If you keep that up at that pace, you're going to spend one of your seven shots without getting a good scream for it." I say softly, as I take her firm ass cheeks in my hands, marveling at how they can be so soft and so firm at the same time.

"Oh god, it just feels so good to have a real cock inside me instead of a cold plastic one. I'll try to be a good girl. Now will you be a good boy, and fuck Momma hard like it's your last fuck on Earth?" she teases again, slowing the frequency of her pulses, while even I can feel the effect, like having a cock ring on, that if my cock gets any harder, it will burst. "Your wish is my command, sex-wife Mary!"

Kicking her heels up like spur into my ass, she cries out "Fuck this filly, you stallion! Fifty laps around the track, and don't spare the whip!"

She lets up on my cock, and I can move freely again, so I grab her hips hard and drive myself hard into her, plunging in and out as fast as I can. I think about what she said, and so I take my right hand and start swatting her rump as I fuck into her, resulting in gasps. "Harder, harder!" she cries out.

I start really raining blows down on her ass, then grabbing her hips and fucking her as hard as I can, then swatting her ass hard for a few strokes, and fucking her hard again as she starts screaming. "Yes, Yes, THAT hard! Make me cum!" Mary cries out.

"A-i-e-e-e-e-e-e! A-i-e-e-e-e-e-e!" she screams, over and over, as I don't let up. Her pussy walls are convulsing and her hips are twitching, so to stay on this filly, I have to hold on to her bucking hips until she settles down. I start swatting her ass again, and she starts screaming again, and I realize all the fun and games is over for now. I'm joining her scream, grunting and thrusting as her ass comes up off the bed she is convulsing so hard. My cock is still buried in her to the hilt. I keep fucking her as hard as I can, and she keeps squeezing down on my cock, muttering things I cannot make out, or maybe it's in a language I will never know. I don't go soft, which isn't unusual for me when I've had as long a wind up as this one.

"You're still fucking hard?!?" Mary wonders, turning to look back at me.

"Yes baby, still hard and fucking you." I answer sweetly.

"Didn't you cum? I thought I felt you cum?" Mary wonders, as her hips twitch.

"Oh, I came, baby. Came a bucket of come that is going to make you squeezing down on me impossible to cock block me fucking you." I brag.

"We will see about that, you fucking bastard!" Mary glowers as she squeezes down on me.

I keep plunging into, and out of Mary's impossibly tight cunt, as she thrashes. Her cunt walls are stuck to my cock as I pull out, and get pushed right back in with each stroke.

"Not. Fucking. Possible!" Mary grunts out as she screams, and her cunt walls start spasming, and I start swatting her ass and fucking her hard. I can last a long time now, familiar as I am with this ride, and I let her ride the roller coaster of hard fucking, hard swats, hard fucking, hard swats, trying to clench down on me and still getting fucked anyway, thrashing and screaming and thrashing and screaming the whole time. The pressure in my balls builds slowly, but inexorably to climax, until finally I come so hard I see stars. I lose control of my legs, falling on Mary, my cock still trapped in her pulsing twat, hips twisting and thrusting. I roll onto my side, and she comes with me, as I take my finger on a tour of her spunk laden muff, rolling her raspberry gently in my fingers as she twitches.

"Too much! Too much!" she cries out, and I switch to teasing the raspberry with feather light touches. Her hips return to rolling motions, as the after cum ripples pulse through her.

"You fucking bastard!" she nearly yells. "Do you know you have ruined me? Fucking ruined me? Now I'm going to be nothing more than a sex slave to your cock - and - " she changes into a playful grin, "I'm going to love every fucking second of it! That is the best fuck I have ever had in my life! I think I burned out some circuits there!"

"Probably shattered some windows too. May need to think about a ball gag or soundproofing this room. Plus a mirror, on the left wall. I could only see your body with your tits hanging straight down in the reflection of the computer monitor. Looked like I was fucking you when you were twenty years old. God, that was hot." I tease.

"Good idea. I'll get Paul right on that when he gets home. It's lunchtime. How about some PBJ's before you let Momma try to even up the score, eh?" she suggests.

"You're fucking insatiable." I proclaim gladly.

"For anybody who can fuck me better than everyone else in my whole life - you bet your sweet ass I am! And it's going to be put out or shut up time for Gina. She's going to spend an entire weekend thanking my pussy for your cock with her tongue. Ooh, Daddy likes! Maybe the thought of her and I 69ing while you choose which pussy to fuck appeals to you? Oooh, Daddy likes! I know what to pillow talk to you about now, don't I? Here, put the robe on, we have to walk past the open front of the house. Paul wants it that way. He gets what he wants, I get what I want. It has always been that way with us." she says hotly.

Once we are in the kitchen, she offers "Some wine with your sandwiches? I have a nice Shiraz we got for the hot tub party."

"Sounds good. Speaking of which, how do you explain Jen's 180 on us having sex? At the hot tub party, she practically wanted to boil my balls in oil, now, she's so hot for it she is being a fucking cheerleader for it right from work! What did you do to her?"

"I wish I could say I used my lesbian tongue tricks on her, but in reality, she just took pity on me. You'd gone out to run errands, and I brought her over for a coffee. It was the weekend, and the boys were off doing boy things, and she started apologizing for you hitting on me. I stopped her right there, and explained to her how it was my forward advances towards you, the whole thing with Paul, how afraid I was I'd slip up and seduce my own son, or worse, one of his friends, and then get hauled off to prison. She said she never knew how bad Paul's condition was, and couldn't imagine how I was coping. I explained to her it was like being locked in a prison, one where they made you wear drab clothing, and you couldn't have shoes or purses. She laughed, and I think she finally understood. As for the lesbian tongue tricks, just watch her eyes around big busted women, or ask her what she thinks of Scarlet Johansen. She's as bi as the day is long if she ever comes out of her shell." Mary explains.

"Nice Shiraz. Full bodied, nice legs." I compliment the wine.

"Let's see if that's true. Skootch over to the edge of the chair, oh, just take off the damn robe. Poof, there goes mine. Ok, now hold still, this may tingle a little." Mary says as she dunks my junk in her wine glass, then re-dunks my cock. Holding the glass underneath my balls, she says "I think the wine is more full bodied now. Boy, do I ever love wine flavored cock!" she says as she goes back to licking all the wine off of me.

"What about the sandwiches?" I bleat as she finishes.

"Didn't you like that?" she pouts.

"Loved it. Love you licking me. Need some strength to survive what Momma is going to to do me. After all, new poon records and all." I cajole.

"What is a poon record?" Mary asks as she makes the sandwiches.

"You know, first time you did something, personal bests. Like all of our times together, new poon records for me. Best fuck ever. Best blowjob ever. Best pussy ever tasted. That kind of stuff." I explain.

"Are any of yours with Jen?" she asks softly, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to tell me."

"No, its ok. The secret to a good sex marriage is to talk openly about sex. Also the answer to your question is no, none of them are with Jen, except for my first time with Jen, obviously. She just doesn't think that way about sex. Shopping? Different thing altogether. Ask her about her best shopping trips and she will have one in every category. We aren't all that sexually compatible, but I do love her deeply." I explain.

"Paul and I were never like that. We fucked like rabbits from day one. So I have several poon records with him. Now I'm going to have lot's of poon records with you." she says brightly.

"How much time do we have?" I ask softly, as I pull her naked body to me. She starts stroking my cock.

"Gary won't be back until three, probably not even then unless practice has been canceled. If he isn't here by three thirty, he won't show up until around dark. Paul won't be here until five thirty at the earliest, but he's said he would enjoy watching you fuck me, even offered to help out by licking my clit and cleaning me out for the next load." Mary says hopefully.

"Perhaps another time. I'd like our first day together to just be fuck husband and fuck wife." I say playfully.

"Finish your sandwich and put your robe back on, and it's batter up. Two balls, no strikes, and several home runs in the previous innings." Mary teases, as she continues stroking my cock.

"There were several strikes, all on your hot little ass. How is it possible that a mother of three still has an ass like that? I think it is about time we introduce you to the spank and diddle." I counter.

"Sure you don't want to fuck my ass too?" Mary counters.

"We have to leave some poon records for another day dear." I soothe.

"If we must." she says shyly, as she saunters towards the bedroom.

"God, you could leave those thigh highs on all day and I will never get tired of it."

"That's what Jen said. She gave me all the kryptonite pointers she had. Wanted to be certain I got you in the sack. She is a very, very good friend. I'm going to thank her with my tongue one day." Mary says lustily.

"Wow. Fully hard and you aren't still stroking me!" I say as we turn the corner into the bedroom.

"So where would you like to touch me?" Mary says, twirling her hair in her fingers.

"Everywhere." I say quickly.

"No, fuck husband. To spank me." she says petulantly.

"Here on the bed is fine. Tits on one side of my legs, your legs on the other. You have been a bad little girl. Daddy knows you've been fucking and sucking men besides your husband. I'm going to hold your nipple taunt. If you pull back on any spank, your nipple is going to remind you not to do that. I will switch nipples so the glow will be distributed evenly. So do you agree you need to be punished, in any way Daddy chooses?"

"Yes, Daddy, I want to be a good girl but I've been so bad." Mary teases.

"Spread your legs, my slutty little girl. You are going to give Daddy great pleasure today. I'm going to take all your sins and guilt away, but you are going to have to give me all the pleasure you took for your own to Daddy. Daddy owns all your cum, doesn't he?"

"Yes, Daddy. All my cum belongs to you." Mary plays along. I rub my hands over her smooth body, stretching her nipples taunt. Rubbing her ass. "Daddy sees you've been spanked earlier today. Have you been giving your ass to someone else?"

"Oh. Please Daddy! He meant nothing. He fucked me so hard I had to cum. Then he started spanking and fucking and spanking and fucking. What's a poor slutty little girl to do? I couldn't run, his cock was in me so hard and so far! All I could do was cum! Those were your cums, Daddy, and I gave them away for nothing! Spank me Daddy, Spank me hard!" Mary acts out very playfully.

I grasp her left nipple hard. She squeals. My right hand starts smacking her ass hard, not as hard as the fuck spank, but no day in the park either. She is turning and twisting, writhing on my lap, trying to yank her nipple out of my grasp, but failing. I switch my left hand to her other nipple, and give her a new series of swats.

"I'll be good Daddy! I'll suck you! Come in my mouth Daddy, please! Fuck my tight pussy! Daddy please fuck me!" Mary cries out loudly.

"Oh, I would child. But you have given your tight pussy away to someone else." I say as I shove the four fingers of my right hand into her hot pussy, rubbing my thumb over her clit, as cunt bomb after cunt bomb detonates, thrashing hips and curse words and flailing limbs ensue. As she settles back down, my hand gathers her lube, spreading it soothingly over her red ass cheeks. She thinks it is over. It has barely begun.

I tease her clit with my wet four fingertips, swirling them all around her nub, as she is panting now. "You will not give what is mine to someone else! All your cum belongs to me! Your tight pussy! Your sweet cock sucking mouth! All is mine!" I cry out as my wet smacks vibrate on her ass, each one of them ringing through her flesh. My hand dips back quickly to her cunt, plunging my fingers inside, rubbing the nub with the pad of my thumb. Mary is screaming again, the wail of her orgasms matching the thrust of her hips as she thrashes on my lap. I give up on trying to hold onto a nipple, and just start yanking them, like milking a cow. I spank her, I finger fuck her, and she screams joyous climaxes.

When she is just about worn out, I place her on the bed, spooning behind her, sliding easily inside her tight channel, as it spasms around me. I fuck her slowly, gently. I tease her nipples lightly with my fingertips, as I thrust in and out, quivering. Her tight snatch, the tightest pussy I have ever fucked or even hope to fuck, glues itself to my shaft, refusing to let go, refusing to do anything less than drain all the cum from my balls. Her hips roll, and she mumbles as I thrust deeply into her. The screaming is over, but her climaxes just keep rolling through her. I try to hold out as long as I can, but she is milking me with her cunt muscles, and I am joyous that she is fucking me back. She rolls atop me, taking the pace she chooses, cumming and fucking and cumming and fucking. Her hips thrust forward and back scraping her raspberry on my pubes. Her big tits bounce with every thrust, and I'm really, really enjoying this ride. She is smiling now, her hair matted with sweat, the bed soaked with our juices, as her back arches to meet one of my thrusts. My being explodes with joy, as we climax together, falling back to the bed together, kissing and thrusting, as we drain the last climaxes of the day from each other. My cock does not want to stop spurting, her pussy does not want to stop clenching, but eventually, like a roller coaster ride coming to its end, we do.

"You are un-fucking believable. You are my fucking bedroom God." Mary says firmly in between kisses.

"I've never been with a hotter woman. New poon record of all time." I chuckle, in between kisses.

"Same time tomorrow? Don't know how to make things work out on the weekend, but where there's a will, there's a way. I need to fuck you every day. I'm addicted." Mary admits.

"Me too. Takes two to tango." I say as I gather my things, while not trying in the least to avoid a single kiss.

"Jen never did this?" Mary asks softly.

"She hasn't got a clue." I answer softly, in between kisses.

"Just to be clear, don't ask me for anything you don't want. Ask me to go down on you in front of the whole Kiwanis club, it's on like Donkey Kong." Mary says.

"I love you, fuck wife." I say softly as I put on my clothes.

"I love you, fuck husband." Mary replies, as she pushes my hands to her breasts, firmly grabbing my ass as she kisses me goodbye.

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Jen comes home, parks her car in the garage, and I greet her in the kitchen. Her eyes are red, almost matching her hair, and she doesn't want to look at me.

"What's wrong baby?" I call out, worried this is her reaction to me and Mary.

"I screwed up at work. Got disciplined, got demoted. Have to earn my way back. Everybody knows I'm a screwup!" she cries, as I hold her, grateful it isn't about the gloriously fun day I've had.

"Did you and Mary hit it off?" she says as she holds me, fighting off tears.

"It is everything you two girls set it up to be." I say noncommittally.

"Well, you better get back over there and give her a good rogering tomorrow. After all, she might just leave you for the next time traveling alien that comes along." Jen teases, reminding me of our shared love for Dr.Who on BBC America.

Her Dad and our son come in, wondering about dinner, and all I get to do is watch. My beautiful, thick, luxury model wife bounces around, her short red helmet of hair bobbing as she works in the kitchen. I can tell she is grateful for the distraction, and I'm distracted too. She's almost half a foot taller than Mary, still a good four inches shy of me. Her 42C's are still tight and firm, with only a bit of droop. She works out, goes to Weight Watchers, and carries more weight than she wants, but she looks good to me. If only I could have Mary's hot mind in my wife's hot body. Little did I know about the truth of her day, and the road it was taking her down. Too ashamed, she just decided not to share it with me.

Jen gets into her bunny suit, under a blanket, because I'm some kind of Nazi that has to have the air-conditioning on when it is 90 degrees outside. If only she could live in the tropics. I fantasize about seeing her on the beach in a bikini, she fantasizes about that same beach in an ankle length sun dress. Body image issues erode her self confidence, which she makes up for with extreme attention to detail and extreme professionalism. Whatever happened at work has fractured her to the core. She needs to be alone.

I retire to my office, get the days work out of the way, and then check my e-mails. Several e-mails from Mary. Selfie's of her in lingerie, her full rack supported and glorious. Selfie's of her naked. Pictures of Paul eating my cum out of her sodden cunt, the stains on the bed. A very close up picture of her sweet tight wolf pussy, probably taken by Paul, with a single word: "Yours." I send her the links to my Literotica stories. I send her the dick pics I've taken, with the same caption: "Yours".




Mary



I sleep fitfully, Jen's thrashing hard to deal with. She's always been a twizzler, rolling herself into a human burrito with sheets and blankets. If only she slept naked, I could have seen how bright red her ass was, but her twitching got so bad I went out to sleep on the couch in the den. She was already off to work when I awoke, since she goes to sleep around nine p.m. and I go to sleep around 1 a.m., she wakes at five a.m. and I often sleep until eight a.m. or nine a.m., depending on what I need to do that day. Mary's schedule is almost exactly halfway in between, and I struggle with how to make that work for us.

The cat needs feeding and her Dad is up. I make small talk, then see Mary striding across the street. Today she is a top shelf drawer sticking out, in the same basic outfit with a push-up bra. I meet her at the sidewalk.

"God, you look gorgeous! Did Gary get to see you like that? You cannot taunt him like that you know." I quip.

"Good morning to you too, fuck husband." she replies sweetly.

"Good morning to you, fuck wife." I reply sweetly.

"If I bend over here on the street, would you fuck me where I stand?" she teases.

"I would fuck you anywhere, sweet hot wife." I promise.

"One day I may hold you to that. Today, however, I need my second cup of coffee, and sorry to say this, you need a shower." she teases, holding her nose.

"Lead on, McMuff." I quip.

"So what's up with Jen, she seemed very cold - distant even last night. Her texts were very clipped." Mary says as we walk arm in arm to her house, as we have a thousand times before.

"Bad day at work - very bad day at work. Really screwed up, got demoted, penalized. She was just shattered. Her work means so much to her, and she is so meticulous, so careful. I have trouble believing it happened." I explain.

"Well, maybe it was a setup. One of her co-workers. Women can be jealous bitches, and do very underhanded things." Mary suggests.

"Yes, but their company isn't like that. Owned by a black couple, husband and wife, they are very team oriented, very supportive. They don't put up with bickering, much less underhanded bitchery. So what is left is the one in a million chance she actually screwed up."

"I'll cross examine her later, get the full skinny. Paul loved eating me out last night. I think it took a full half an hour, and he was really licking fast! You pumped so much cum into me yesterday - and you still owe me three or four loads!" Mary teases.

"Oh, God, I knew it! I never should have promised you seven loads! You are going to fuck me to death woman!" I quip.

"That's what fuck wives are for! Get your ass in the shower, after I get my second cup I'll join you." Mary laughs as she promises some more wet fun.

I go to the master bedroom, noticing the bed has the sheets pulled down, and they are a different color than yesterday. The computer desk has a wall size mirror propped on it, did Paul do that or did Mary? Their house is like a mirror image of our house, with the bedrooms shuffled around so that their master bedroom is also at the back of the house. The master bath is completely remodeled, taking a few more feet out of their livingroom to put a bath wide shower with seats across the end, so that someone on the bed can see someone in the shower, and vice versa. I pull on the water and strip, leaving them on the floor. I step into the shower, adjust the temperature, and my clothes are gone. Mary returns, sans green business suit, in just her lingerie and heels.

"I'll wash your clothes, but you have to fuck me on the washer." Mary purrs hotly.

"Holy fuck that's a hot outfit!" I exclaim. My eyes fully notice the wolf pussy fur exploding out of the lacy thong panty that wasn't there a few minutes ago. Mary is learning my weaknesses and attacking them with direct assaults. I think I love her.

"Lavinia Lingerie Oh La La Cheri shelf bra, thong, and garter belt. I have a Gossard Glossies bra I want you to do me doggie in once Paul gets the bed length mirror installed. It's out in the garage. It is so sheer it is like almost nothing at all. But it rubs my nipples so nice..." Mary teases as her hands rub her body.

"Come get wet and be nice to my cock." I plead.

"I'm already wet. And your cock is now fully erect for some reason. Could it be the extra piece of lingerie I just put on? Maybe...", she says as she pulls her leg up onto the door frame, doing the splits while standing up, rolling her hose up the leg, "... I will make you take my thong off with your teeth." Mary then does the other leg the same way, even more slowly.

"If you don't get the fuck in here I'm going to rip that expensive lingerie right off your body and replace it later." I threaten as my pulse beats in my cock, throbbing.

"That's the nice thing about Lavinia. Looks like Gucci, price is close to Wal-Mart. But I like this set, so just hold your johnson. No, really. Put some soap on it and get it clean because my mouth is coming for you." Mary threatens back and before I can get out, she is naked on her knees, quickly rinsing the soap off my cock, bending back like trying to go under a limbo bar, deep throating my shaft, digging her claws into my ass and forcing me to fuck her throat. 'Oh, fuck wife, the joy and delight of my life!' my mind cries out.

I love seeing her full breasts stretched like they were in that luxury bra, and seeing those full oblong globes thrust out at me, I take her dark nipples between my fingertips and pull them up, hard. Her nails dig even harder into my ass cheeks, reminding me I will pay a price if I go too far. She is still setting a fast pace, and I will not last long. I stretch and twist her nipples, making her moan around my meat. Then her hands leave my ass, my guess is to toss herself off, but they return, and suddenly my ass is her target. She is seriously fucking my ass with her fingers as she soaps me, then pulls a small vibrator out from some hidden place and shoves it right inside me, switching it on. She is fucking my ass as she makes me fuck her face, and yanking my balls down like a conductor with a train whistle. I am not coming. I am now not even close to cumming. But the pleasure is building and building until I cannot take anymore. No one has ever fucked my ass, even with a vibrator. New poon record. Mary slides forward, making me bend forward a little, as her hand lets go of my balls to stroke corkscrew motions on my shaft. Her mouth goes into super suck vacuum frenzy, as the hand fucking my butt with the vibrator goes into overdrive. It is stupendous, building, building, building and my entire being explodes, drenching her mouth with spurt after spurt after spurt. It seems like minutes before my balls quit clenching new spurts out, as my legs go rubbery, and I slide down the wall to lay there in the spray. My asshole is clenching and un-clenching too, and I wonder if there is such as thing as an ass orgasm. If so, I just had one. Mary jumps up, washes herself, then pulls me to my feet and washes me too.

"Holy fuck, what did you do to me?" I say hoarsely, unable to clear my fuzzy head.

"Payback for yesterday. You blew my mind, now today I blow yours. Today is ass day, in case you didn't notice." Mary replies rather naughtily and playfully. "Also, until you get your stamina back from fucking me every single day, blowjobs will count. Isn't fair to taunt a man who has been on a starvation diet. So we will have to get your prostate back in shape too." she instructs.

"So what's next on the Magical Erotical Tour?" I quip.

"Since your ass is now mine, my ass is now yours. I'd like us to get thoroughly familiar with how our parts fit together before Aunt Flo visits next week. After a day or two, she settles down. If you don't mind Sunday bloody Sunday, we can be like normal after that."

"I hate U2. Don't mind a little ragtime." I say hopefully.

"Noted. Paul couldn't stand it, made him toss his cookies every time. Glad to know you are different, my beloved fuck husband." Mary sighs.

"Lead on, Wolf pussy." I quip.

"Wolf pussy? I like that! Ready to devour your cock, er, a little later today. Get the lube from the computer desk please." Mary happily adopts her new nickname.

"So how would you like to start?" I ask.

"Well, if you could munch a little wolf muff, then slide into a little rimming, I know I will come like gangbusters." she suggests.

"Don't have any experience with rimming. Always just used lube." I say shyly.

"Boy, for a former swinger, you sure missed out on some stuff. Is that a no-go, a don't know, or a I know you are clean and fresh so hell yes?" she asks softly.

"That's a hell yes, fuck wife." I say boldly.

"God, I love you, fuck husband! If you don't like it, just stop. We'll probably use the lube regardless." Mary says firmly.

"You fucked my ass without any lube." I object.

"No, dear, we used soap and water. I would never dry fuck your ass, and I hope you will show me the same courtesy. I always want it to be fun for you." she smiles.

"Speaking of fun, I need to kiss Loosey hello." I quip.

"Ms. Van pelt welcomes any attention you wish to give her." Mary says as she lays down on the bed, spreading her legs lewdly with her hands. I kneel before her, licking up and down the bush, like painting a fence with my tongue. Problem is there is a lot of fence. One coat is enough, so I return my attentions to the raspberry and mudflaps, licking very tenderly, rolling them in my mouth and tongue to contented 'oohs' and 'aahs' from Mary. I begin thrusting my tongue inside her tight channel. I lick up and down her slit, fingertips opening her up, lightly stroking the raspberry to pull on her thick clitoral hood. Each time I lick up and down the slit I go a little further, until the path to the hershey highway is soaked. I keep licking, going all the way to the little rosebud for the first time, and a low moan escapes Mary's lips. I leave one hand teasing the raspberry, and start the other on teasing the rosebud. My tongue gets bolder, licking into the bud, trying to force it open, but it stays tightly closed. I take the lube from the nightstand and start working it in with my fingers, moans and growls with occasional shudders produced by Mary in response.

I begin plunging two and three fingers into her ass, turning her onto her side for easy access. Mary reaches into the drawer of the nightstand, sliding out another vibrator, then slides it into her tight pussy and turns it on. I leave her to drive up front while I focus on the caboose. Three fingers sloshing into her ass seems enough, I lube my cock shaft and position myself across the bed behind Mary, who is bent like a 'L'. Pulling out my fingers, I slide in my cock, with very little resistance, as her tight ring never has a chance to close back down. I am inside her now, and start to fuck her hot ass.

"Please, slow. I want to take our time, really enjoy this." Mary urges.

"Your ass is incredibly hot!" I say as I notice my own ass is enjoying the rhythm, the muscle memory of my previous 'ass orgasm' hasn't completely disappeared. I could come quickly if I stroke into her any faster, so instead of pounding her ass, I tenderly make love to it. Mary's hips are twitching, and I can feel her cunt walls spasming through the thin membrane that separates her two channels..

"Do you do this with Jen?" she asks softly.

"No, never. She had an asshole boyfriend who really tore her ass up. Still painful for her a decade later. That's the one thing about anal sex, do it right or don't do it at all." I say firmly.

"Amen to that Daddy. And BTW, I've never had anyone enter my ass so smoothly. I didn't even know it was your cock for a moment. Momma likes. Momma likes so very much how respectful and pleasurable you are. Best. Fucking. Husband. Ever." Mary urges as I pick up the pace of my thrusts. I am going to cum soon, no matter what.

"Daddy is coming baby. Daddy is coming very soon now." I tell her.

"Momma can take it. Give me your big load baby. Momma needs all your cum inside her baby." Mary calls out, as her own pace gets almost frantic.

Compared to yesterday, the climax is 'Meh'. Compared to my average climax, it is 'Va-Va-Va-Voom!' I grunt, thrusting inside the hot walls of her ass, as she bucks against me. Splat, splat, splat, spurt, spurt, dribble, spurt. I thrust awhile just to give Mary time to finish up, but quickly conclude her ass is a much less intense experience, and I'm never going to be bothered with a little ragtime instead.

"C'mon, let's get cleaned up." Mary says as she pushes me towards the shower.

Mary makes quick work of cleaning us up, and then says "Get dressed. We're going to the kitchen for lunch." She tosses on a robe, and we look like a thousand other days that we have shared coffee and lunch in that room. We walk the short distance to the room behind her livingroom that I know so well, and she bustles around, getting us fresh coffee, and pulling pre-made sandwiches from the fridge.

"So, Mr. Houston, you know I am a very sexual person." Mary says as she finally sits across the small kitchen table.

"Yes, Mrs. Aragon, I know that very well. We are good friends, after all." I cannot understand why she is being so formal, but decide to play along anyway.

"What you may not understand Mr. Houston, is how much I have eroticized this room. I have a recurring fantasy, which threatens to overpower my reason and judgement. There really isn't anybody I can talk to about it." Mary says sadly, at the same time, wiggling her body in the robe to show a hint of boob and a glimpse of wolf muff.

"Mrs. Aragon, you know we have freely discussed our sexual histories with each other. I doubt you can say anything that would truly shock me. Surprise me, yes, but even upset me, no." I try to be the compassionate neighbor she needs. She reaches out to take my hand, and the robe almost completely opens. Her breasts are on display and my cock is responding. If this had happened even just a week ago...

"Even if I told you that the single most orgasm inducing fantasy that I have used over and over for years to satisfy myself is to kneel on this floor naked and suck your cock?" Mary looks at me brightly, and I know she is being playful, but I also know there is a kernel of truth to what she says.

"Even if I told you that the single most common fantasy I've had for years is pulling that damn robe off your gorgeous body and fucking you face down, bent over your very own kitchen table?" I say firmly, stating my own truth. Mary looks at me, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I never knew. All that wasted time..." Mary almost begins to sob.

"Well, in the words of the Eagles song, your last wasted evening that you have to spend is behind you." I stand, pulling down my shorts and underwear, freeing my hard cock which lusts for this beautiful woman. There is a blur in my field of vision, and I am slammed back against the floor to ceiling cabinets, where there is no room to move, no escape. Mary is upon me, feral, stroking my shaft with both hands, then tugging on my balls. Her mouth is like a hurricane of intensity upon the tip of my cock, and there will be no mercy. She will drain my balls in mere moments, but this is her fantasy, as she shifts to using one hand to congratulate Ms. Loosey van Pelt on her soon to be good fortune. She is doing everything she knows how to do to make me cum before she does, twisting her hand on my shaft as she rapidly strokes up and down, nodding her head up and down as her tongue covers the tip of my cock like a blanket, then spiraling around the helmet as she sucks as hard as she possibly can. There is only one possible reply.

"Coming!" I cry as I start grunting, my poor balls clenching as my cock tries to pump out sperm it doesn't have, there simply hasn't been enough time yet. But the panic that my pumping equipment feels isn't shared by the rest of me. All of the love, the longing, the lust channels from Mary through her mouth into my cock and blasts up my spine to my brain. I shatter, into a million billion bits of bright sunshine love, pulsing and throbbing as my knees give out and I slide down the cabinets to find my bare ass on her rather cool air-conditioned floor. Mary is still attacking my cock, seeking out sperm, trying to make me pump out jism supplies that haven't been restocked. Her need is almost painful, and I understand her so much better now than I did moments ago.

"Perhaps a rest, some fluids, and lunch, before we continue, Mrs. Aragon?" I suggest.

"Whatever my fuck husband wants. I love and trust him implicitly." she replies, stepping out of playtime back into our reality.

We eat our sandwiches, drink our coffee, and I even drink a full sixteen ounce glass of water to try to replenish my drained fluids. I relax, closing my eyes, like a thousand times before, just enjoying the sound of her voice as we chat.

"Mr. Houston? You said there was something I should see over here?" Mary says sweetly.

I look over to see her hips thrusting back and forth, the extra long washing of the last cup now finally making sense to me. She has tucked the bottom of the robe into the waistband, showing off her glorious ass, just like one day several years ago where I had to run home with a massive erection. She wore panties that day. Not today. Her glorious ass, which I'd just spent part of the morning fucking, is on full display, as the little minx tosses herself off right in front of me. Well, two can play that game, dammit!

"Yes, Mrs. Aragon, I can see it clearly. But you are somewhat shorter in stature, so I may need to hold you to keep you from going ass over teakettle into the sink. Don't move, I'll be right there." I say playfully.

"Is it outside, Mr. Houston?" Mary says, stretching up onto her toes, to fall back down, making her ass bounce. I free myself from my shorts, and I don't need to stroke myself to keep it hard, but I do anyhow, well, just because.

"Don't get flustered Mrs. Aragon, I'm going to have to hold you around your chest so that you can bend over while you stretch like you just did. That is if you still want to see it." I tease her some more.

"Oh, Mr. Houston, hurry! I can't wait to see it!" she cries out with mock urgency.

I arrive behind her, positioning myself very carefully, as I wrap my body around her, sliding my left hand into her robe, firmly grasping her tit.

"Mr. Houston! I did not think we were quite so familiar with one another!" she halfheartedly protests, desperately trying to keep from chuckling which will burst out into raucous laughter if she fails.

"Well, if you want to see it without cracking your head on the sink, you are going to have to stretch as high as you can on your toes, and as you know, being somewhat of a bastard at times, my price is that you let me cop a feel. Love your tits, BTW." I say as I playfully tweak her nipple.

"You are indeed a rude bastard, Mr. Houston. I will stretch and you will show me, and you will go. Not a moment later or I will slap you silly. Understood?" she glowers.

"No, Mrs. Aragon. I have your nipple and I'm not giving it back, not for all the tea in china. I can tweak it, and tug it, or even suck it and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Now quit fussing and stretch, or I shall also spank your fine ass silly, Mrs. Aragon." I counter threaten as she moans. I can hear her mental retort 'Don't threaten me with a good time', even though she doesn't say anything. She stretches, and I reposition behind her. She is still jilling the raspberry, hips thrusting as she flirts.

"Don't you need a firm grip on both breasts, Mr. Houston? Surely we should be able to see it now. Is it still outside?" she looks from one side of the backyard to the other.

"No, Mrs. Aragon, it is inside." I cry out in glee, as her legs relax, and she turns to look at me with a 'What the fuck?' look on her face, as she slides down onto the full length of my cock.




Mary



Maria occasional would blow into town like a storm. This time was no different. She had called when she had stopped for gas outside of town to ask if I could make time for her. It was New Year's eve and a bit unexpected, but I had no serious plans and welcomed her to ring in the new year together. About an hour later she knocked on the door.

"George, it's so good to see you," she exclaimed as she threw her arms around my neck.

"You're looking good Maria", I said leaning down into her grasp. As I straightened, her heels came off the ground with her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. We didn't kiss, but as we hugged my mind flashed back 10 years earlier to that summer when we first met. My mind was a sea of images and feelings as the memories swept over me. 

When she pulled away from me, I was dragged back into the present. "So what brings you to town", I asked. 

"Oh, I'm on my way to Florida to visit my crazy father," she said releasing me fully as she closed the door behind her to keep out the cold December air. Her father really was crazy. He wasn't institutionalized, but he kept spinning stories about how he worked with the CIA years past and was instrumental in the Kennedy assassination. Maria was sometimes a bit loopy herself, but no worse for the ware. "I'm supposed to meet him tomorrow and thought that I'd stop in Atlanta and visit you first. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, no not at all. As a matter of fact my plans for New Year's fell through. This is good timing. Say do you want to grab a bite to eat? It's lunch time."

"OK. Let's got out. You drive. I've been driving all day."

"How about a burrito?"

"OK, but not that place around the corner. The last time I went there I got food poising."

"Really? I hope it wasn't bad. There's a new place down the way. Let's go there."

As I drove, Maria started to unload. She complained about almost every aspect of her life. She didn't like her job. She wasn't getting paid enough. Her boy friend didn't understand her. It went on and on. I felt like a blanket was covering my body, suffocating me. Throughout the meal, she continued to complain. She liked the food where she got food poising better. Sure it made her sick, but it was better than this shit. I felt compelled to at least acknowledge her comments with the occasional "Uh huh," or the "Is that so?" It got really old. I was seriously regretting her visit. 

On the drive back to my house I had reached my breaking point. I was fed up with her bellyaching and asked her what was wrong with her attitude. I don't remember my exact words. But I do remember that she got very quite and said that she was sorry.

We were not home 10 minutes when there was a knock on the door. "Mary!" I said as I opened the door and saw my old roommate. "Come on in."

"Hi George. I just thought that I'd stop by to see how things are at the old homestead".

It was such a contrast in mood. Mary was happy and bubbly while Maria was sullen and quiet. I tried to engage Maria in the conversation with Mary, but she took her first opportunity to make a getaway. When Maria saw her opening, her mood picked up as she collected her things and said her fair wells. I felt bad about her leaving in a bad mood, but I found myself distracted from the guilt of my previous comments to Maria by Mary's presence.

After Maria left, Mary and I sat on the sofa talking about her life in NYC. We were stretched out on either side of the sofa facing each other. We had taken our shoes off, but it had gotten cold so we pulled the afghan over our legs. Even though our stocking feet were nestled against one anther's legs, the contact did not have any overt sexual over tones. We were simply people who had shared a house for six months about 4 years ago. I had had lots of house-mates and Mary was just one that I hadn't seen in a while.

The conversation paused and Mary said, looking into my eyes. "You know George. While I was living here I sometimes wondered if you were a good kisser?"

Startled, I responded, "Really now?", not moving.

"Really."

"Well, I've wondered about you too... but you know I'm still seeing Sharon." 

"I didn't think that that was going very well," she said.

"It's not. But I,... you know,...," I trailed taking the easy way out. I wasn't sure that I wanted things to go very far with Mary. I knew she really was in town probably to visit an old lover. I also had some concern about her as an AIDS risk since I knew she once took an ex-felon and heron addict as a lover.  Mary was not above living for the moment. I wondered if I was also.

She simply nodded knowingly. Somethings you just don't have to speak.

"Well, what about you? Aren't you here to see Jayson? I thought you two had a thing," I inquired.

"We don't really, but I'm afraid that he still thinks so. We had sex a few times, but it wasn't very good. He's too fat."

"You mean Woody Allen wasn't right? He said, 'Casual sex is a meaningless experience. But as far as meaningless experiences go it's one of the best.'"

"No bad sex is just bad sex."

When I get the chance, I really enjoy talking about sex with a woman so I thought I'd see where this line would go. "What is the difference between good sex and bad sex?" I asked.

"Ha, ha", she chuckled. "You're old enough to know the difference, George." Pausing momentarily while she collected her thoughts, she continued, "Sex is pretty gross when you really get to it. But if it is good sex, then you don't mind doing anything for pleasure's sake. But when the sex is bad, I'm just thinking, 'When is it going to end,' and 'Hey, get that thing out of my face! Ha Ha", she said as the laughter peeled.

"So it all depends on mood and perspective. That's fair. So when you're in the mood, what sort of things do you like to do?" I asked, hoping to get some details.

"Oh, you like dirty talk", she said looking at me with a sideways glance. "I like this and that," she coyly responded smirking. "If you want details you have to ask better questions."

Starting in safe territory, I asked "Well, do you like back rubs? I once met a woman who said that a good back rub was like good sex."

"I don't know about that, but I do like a good back rub."

"Do you like giving or receiving?"

"Receiving of course, silly. But to be fair I'll also give. Any other questions?"

Thinking that I wanted to approach it gently and prolong the talk I asked,"Do you ever fantasize?"

"Of course. Doesn't everyone? But I think that you're asking if I masturbate?"

"Yea, I guess that I am." I responded. Thinking that I should take more initiative I said, "I know that I like it very much. But some women don't."

"I know you do. You are a guy. But you've run across some women who don't masturbate?" she asked incredulously.

"Yea, Sharon. She thinks that it is perverted. We don't see eye to eye on all things," I said. Not wanting to dissect my relationship with Sharon, I asked "Do you like oral?", looking directly in her eyes.

"69 is my favorite position," she said tilting her head down not smiling. "What about you? Do you like giving head?"

My mouth went dry and a shiver went down my back. "Yes. I like giving head very much. But I also like receiving even better."

"Well who doesn't?" she chuckled. "I like a man who isn't afraid to go down on me," she added.

"I've learned from the best," I said smugly. "I dated this bi-sexual woman a little while ago while Sharon and I were on the outs-- before we got back together. She was a real oral connoisseur, but a harsh task master. When I was going down on her, if I wasn't doing it right, she'd thump me on my head with her fingernail."

"Really? I that is something that I could never do. I mean I like it when it's done to me, but I could never lick another woman." She paused, "So how were you not doing it right, George," she asked somewhat accusingly, but I could tell that she was flirting because of the way she liked her lips.

"Yea, she was very sensitive and couldn't take too much pressure on her clit."

"Some of my girl friends are like that. I only get sensitive after I come."

"Do you come easily?" I asked. I had to shift my weight because by cock was getting hard and was pulling at some of my pubic hair.

"If I jack off I do. But it takes me a while to get comfortable with a new man," she said matter of factually.  

"I didn't know that it was called that when women did it," I said as I smirked again. I was starting to get concerned that I was going to have a visible wet spot on the front of my jeans. I could feel the pre-come leaking out.

"Sure why not," she shrugged. "Have you ever eaten a woman when it was bad?" she asked.

"Sometimes the fluid is white and that is bitter. But I don't really like going down when she is having her period. I've done it, but I did it mostly for her and I tried to stay around the outside, know what I mean? So do you deep throat"

"Only if the guy has a small dick," she said matter of factually.

"So how small is small," I asked.

"Oh, about 7 inches or so is pretty small," she said deadpan.

Not believing her I played along, "So you can take a 7 inch cock down your throat? I'm impressed." My mouth was getting dry and I noticeably paused. "Do you like to swallow?"

"No, I've never let a man come in my mouth That's just gross. What about you? Have you ever tasted your come?" 

"Yea sure. But only a few times. You know, like when a woman kisses me after a blow job to completion."

"So, did you like it?"

"No, not really. But it wasn't too bad when I wend down on Elizabeth after we fucked." 

"My, my. George, you ARE a dirty boy aren't you," she said as she sat back reevaluating her view of me.

She looked down at her watch and jumped up. "Oh, Shit! I'm supposed to meet Jason right now. He's got my cat." She jumped up grabbing her coat and dashed to the door. She thought the world of that damn cat. To her it was her best friend in the world. To me it was just a retched beast who tore up my speakers 4 years ago. Turning to me before she left, she said over her shoulder as she shrugged on her coat. "I'll call you in an hour." And then she was gone.

It was more like three hours before she called. It was hard to understand her very well because her cell phone kept fading, but I was able to discern that she had to take her cat somewhere and would stop by around 9:00 that night. Punctual as ever, Mary came back around 10:45. She walked in talking about her day without acknowledging that she was late. Since she was a recovering alcoholic, we couldn't go out to celebrate the New Year at a bar, so instead we went to a neighborhood coffee shop.

The coffee house was a bit noisy so it was difficult to talk privately. We filled the time till midnight making smalltalk about her experiences in NYC. Just after midnight, we extricated ourself from the crowd and headed back to the ranch.

For all of her hot talk earlier in the day, she seemed to be getting second thoughts. There was nothing else to do but prepare for bed. We separately went to the bathroom and brushed our teeth. It was cold so we both had on sweat shirts and pants. Before she came back I turned on a space heater in my bedroom to reduce the chill. It was acknowledged that we would share the bed, but it was still uncertain just what would happen.

She was shy as she came to bed and she was definitely having second thoughts. Things were not looking good from my point of view. 

"Mary, do you want a back rub?" I asked hopeful that this would lead to bigger and better things.

"OK, but I don't want to take my shirt off," she said as she rolled onto her stomach.

I reluctantly agreed as I straddled her hips and sat on her firm butt. "Will you at least pull your sweat shirt up? OK." I said rather than asked.

I started to rub her back through her shirt. It was so frustrating because unless you contact skin, a back rub is just not the same. But I tried my best to make her relax and pressed on. I rubbed her shoulders through the shirt and on to her neck.  I was able to get her to moan just a little as I rubbed her neck and moved to her head. As I rubbed her head I imagined that she felt the same tingling sensation that I do when my head is rubbed. She breathed deep and moaned, "That feels wonderful, George."

"I told you I gave good head," I laughed. 

She simply turn her head a little and smiled at me before she rested it down again on the pillow. Feeling good about how things were progressing, I rubbed her lower back under the shirt and inched my way higher, hiking the shirt along the way as I went. This went on for about 10 to 15 minutes. This was hard work and my hands were getting tired. Besides, I didn't want her to get too comfortable and fall asleep, so I gently tickled her ribs. By this time her shirt was pulled up high exposing her naked back. "Mary, I really like your back," I said, admiring the contours of her dorsal area.

"Really? What do you like so?" she said.

"I like how lean it is. How I can see and feel your ribs and mussels. I like it when a woman is soft, but I also like it when she is firm too." I softly said.

She rolled onto her back and exposed her bare breast for the first time. "Oh, really?", she said looking into my eyes.

"But I also like your front too," I said leaning down to kiss her as my right hand stroked her left breast around the base working the way to the nipple. She kissed differently than any woman I'd been with. She opening her mouth wide while she gently sucked my breath as she gave me her tongue. Her lips were so soft, as if they were almost not there. It really was much softer that other women, but a littler harder at the same time because she was so passionate. I was starting to think that we would be having good sex, not just mediocre sex, but maybe even great sex. As we kissed, I could feel her nipple harden under my touch. 

As we kissed she wrapped her arms around my neck and rubbed my back. By this time I was still straddling her, but I had positioned a knee so that I could rub her crotch as we kissed and stroked each other. 

I felt her hips grind into my knee as I broke away long enough to look into her eyes and say, "I want to eat you."

Her eyes widened but then she got a sheepish look and said, "OK, but I'm just now finishing my period."

Having been down this road before and not liking it very much I said. "I may not eat you then, but we'll see. Sometimes it is OK, but sometimes the flavor is too strong," I said as I shifted my weight so that I could suckle her right breast as I rubbed her crotch trough her sweat pants with my right hand. She slowly ground her hips into my hand as she stroked my head while I shifted from one breast to the other. Both of her nipples were fully erect now. They were small, but large enough that I could gently rub them with my teeth as I sucked it into my mouth. Her breast were not large, but not small. Just the right size to fit in my hand. They were not very firm, and almost felt too soft, but I wasn't complaining.

Moving on to better things I kissed my way down her belly until I reached her pants. As I lingered around her belly button, I could feel her body tremble with anticipation. She raised her hips as I tugged her pants down to her thighs. There is something special about seeing a woman's pubic hair for the first time. You never know the exact color or texture. Occasionally there will be a special surprise and she will have shaved it bare. As her pants were pulled lower I could see the bulge in her pubic area just before I could see the first hairs being exposed to me. Mary was a true blond. Her pubic hair was just a few shades darker than the hair on her head.

She helped me pull her pants all of the way off and also removed the shirt so that now she was fully naked. I gently stroked her upper thigh, gently pushing her legs apart. I re-position myself so that I was lying on my stomach resting on my arms gazing into her opening.

Mary's pussy lips were a deep red, gently swollen and moist from her excitement. I reached out and gently stroked her around her opening, not yet touching her pussy. As I admired her I saw that her lips were nicely formed and large enough that I could easily suck them into my mouth like I like to do. I moved my fingers around her outer lips and gently touched her soft inner lips. I inhaled her scent-- there was a faint aroma of sweat mixed with her sexual odors. 

I took a single finger and gently rubbed her opening in a slow circular motion, moving it deeper and deeper inside each time. Soon my finger was buried to the knuckle. As I moved it in and out, I could feel her contours. Some women are smooth, and some are not. The corrugated walls of Mary's pussy felt like they were ribbed. I anticipated what my cock would feel as I pumped in and out of her. I was afraid that the sensations would be too powerful and that I would not last long.

I pulled my finger out and I was pleasantly surprised to see the fluid run clear. I had already decided that I would eat her-- that I would soon put my mouth on her pussy and suck her fluid. I really enjoy the thought of it, for there is nothing more intimate that sucking a pussy and making a woman come with my mouth. 

"How do you like it? Slow and gentle or fast and furious?" I asked?

"Surprise me," she softly said.

Having seen her, touched her, smelled her, I was about to taste her as I spread her thighs with my hands and lowered my mouth to her pussy. Making my tongue broad, I licked from the lower opening to the top with a single stoke,  relishing her flavor. I was in heaven. She had a taste that was addictive-- not too strong at all-- it was very delicate flavor, very faint, but I loved it. I put my mouth on her opening pushing down hard to bury my tongue, fucking her with it like it was a cock. I pull my tongue out to suck one of her lips into my mouth, holding it firmly in my lips as I slowly rubbed my tongue against it. I then suckled it pulling in to my mouth and letting is slide out just to be sucked back in. I was still fully dressed and could feel my cock straining against my pants. I felt it leaking like a sieve. I knew I would have a puddle collecting around my cock. I wondered if Mary would enjoy my fluid as much as I did hers.

I still had on my glasses so I could see. The light form the small desk lamp was bright, shining on her body and casting a stark shadow across the bed. As I pushed my mouth into her bush, I looked past her pubic hair to see that she had her eyes closed and was biting her lip. To see a woman like this is a pleasure for me-- it is such a different perspective to have my mouth in a woman's pussy, looking at her body over her pubic hair.

I could see her stomach tighten as I touched her clit with my tongue. Her breasts, flattened out against her chest, would wiggle as a spasm rippled through her body.

Eating a woman like this is not comfortable for me and soon my neck was pinching with it stretched out so. I had to pull my mouth away so and rest a bit.

"Mary, scoot up a bit, please. My neck is getting sore," I said as I reached for a pillow. I folded it in half.

"OK," she said, not saying much as she lifted her ass of the bed so that I could prop her up to get a better angle.

Putting my mouth back into her crotch, I said "uuch ettter."

"What?" she asked quietly.

"Much better," I said pulling my mouth away from her pussy so that I could be understood.

"Didn't your mother tell you not to speak with your mouth full?" she giggled to herself as much to me.

I moved my hands so that I could squeeze her breast as I continued to lick and lap at her opening. She moaned and called out how good it felt. She was very wet, gushing fluid that I could lick and suck. I let my tongue stroke the entire length of her opening in long broad strokes, starting lower and lower until I occasionally would graze her anus. She loved this raised her hips off of the bed.




Mary



I continued to suck her and lick her until my mouth grew fatigued. I remembered the trick that my Bi-sexual lover had taught me. I rested my mouth while I rubbed her opening and clit with my nose and chin. Still, she did not come. Growing selfish, I stopped.

Straitening up, I leaned into her and kissed her mouth. I didn't know what her reaction would be. Some women do not like their own taste, but Mary did. She kissed me more passionately that she had done before.

"That felt great, George. I like the way you eat me," she said pulling her body into mine as I stretched out besides her.

"Good. I liked eating you too, but my mouth got tired. Were you close."

"Not really, sometimes I just don't come," she said as she slowly stroked my thigh through my pants. "Do you have any condoms?" she asked.

"I've got a few," I answered getting out of bet to go to the draw to get them.

"I should have known you'd be the boy scout, `Always be prepared.'", she said as I turned around to admire her naked form in the light of the desk lamp.

"You're in luck. You have a choice: lubricated on not. What would the Lady prefer tonight?" I asked, taking on the air of a waiter in an upscale restaurant.

"Tonight I think that the lady is absolutely drenched so lets go with the unlubricated ones," she giggled. "I don't very much like the taste of the lubricant on the other ones."

I could feel my cock dribble more fluid as it hardened more to the thought of Mary sucking it. But that would wait till later, or so I thought.

"Take off those close, George. It's time you got naked," she said looking at me as she lay on her side propping her head on her hand.

I could see her breast sag just a little and almost imagined a thin sheen of sweat on her body, but it was still too cold for that. Her top leg was bent at the knee and hung down covering her pubic region with her thigh. She looked like one of those nude pictures over the bar of an old western saloon.

I quickly pulled my shirt up over my head and dropped it to the floor. I could feel a slight chill in the air as I dropped my pants and stepped out of them along with my underwear in one motion. I stood facing her as I look at her looking at me. Her eyes were fixed on my cock as it leaked clear fluid that dripped from my balls. I was so hard that my cock stood out and up. 

"Come here, I what to suck your cock," she said not taking her eyes away.

I walked to the bed as she leaned into me and opened her mouth, using her hands to balance on the bed. I could feel her hot breath as I got close then she simply engulfed me with her warm mouth.

"Ummm," she moaned as I could feel her apply suction and felt her to tongue stroke the under surface of my cock.

Felling like I wasn't going to last, I said, "Mary, that feels so good. I'm about to come."

Pulling away she looked me in the eye like an I as a child to be admonished, "Don't come in my mouth."

Reaching for condom, I tore open the pack. I was thinking of what a turn on it is to have a woman suck my cock until I come and then to feel her throat and mouth contract as she swallows my come. But I would just have to do without this time.

Thinking that it would be fun is she put it on me, I held the condom out her and said, "Here, you do it."

Looking into my eyes lustily, she said simply, "OK," and reached for my cock.

She tore open the package and rolled the condom over my cock.

"I want you inside me," she said as she leaned back on the bed, opening herself for me.

I positioned myself above her as I leaned down to kiss her. She returned the kiss hungrily and moaned as I stroked her pussy with my hand. I was so hot that I thought I would come immediately when I stuck my cock in her. I wanted to hesitate so that I could calm down a little. This only made her want my cock more.

"I want you inside me, NOW!" she exclaimed as she reached for my cock to insert it herself. She was so dripping wet that I slipped in to the root in one motion. As I rested inside of her on the verge of coming she flexed her mussels to squeeze her pussy around my cock.  I was able only able to stroke in and out twice before I came. 

"My, that was quick," she said a little disappointed.

"Sorry, but you make me so hot I just couldn't control it," I said, resting on top of her.

"Let's see if you can stay hard," she said as she squeezed her pussy again, milking my cock. I felt my erection wilt slightly but it remained hard enough that I could stroke in and out of Mary as it got harder.

"God, I love they way your pussy is grabbing my cock," I said as I stroked in her cunt. I pulled almost the whole way out, just leaving the head in and then push so far inside that our pubic bones ground together. As I started to pump faster and faster, my stroke shortened just a bit. Mary shifted her hips so that she could lock her legs behind my butt to pull me in tighter. After about 5 minutes of this I came again, filling the condom.

I raised to kneel between her legs as I pulled out of her, looking at her lust filled expression in her eyes. I shifted my gaze to see her pussy fully flushed and slightly swollen. As I pulled the condom off, I could see that the semen had the consistency of marange because we continued to fuck after I had ejaculated the first time.

I rolled off the bed to toss the spent condom into the trash. As I came back to the bed, I could see her sprawled on her back with her legs slightly spread. Climbing over her to lay down beside her I asked, "So now what do you want to do?"

"Well, I do like 69," she said as she reached for my now flaccid cock.

"God Mary, your insatiable," I said as I rolled on my elbow to look into her eyes.

"Well, you've got me started," she giggled, "so you'd better keep up."

She leaned over to kiss me lightly on the lips. The kiss deepened as she opened her mouth to suck my tongue into her mouth. I'd never had anyone suck on my tongue before-- I liked this very much. She kissed her way down my chest as she sat up in bed to a kneeling position.

Kissing down my belly she licked down to my thighs. At this point she had positioned her body so that she eased into the 69 position, but with her pussy raised above my head out of reach. She rocked her hips from side to side above my face, still out of reach. As she licked around my cock, I could fell her hot breath on my cock. She teased me for a little while longer before she took my cock deep into her mouth. After she had bobbed her head up and down a few times, she rested her hips so that I could finally lick her pussy again.

As I licked my tongue around her pussy lips and slowly suckled her clit, she moaned softly. I could feel the vibrations of her mouth on my cock as she began to moan louder.

"Mary, if you keep her this up, I may come soon," I said pulling my face away from her pussy.

"Well, we don't want that, do we?" she said as she rolled off. "Let's fuck again. Go fetch a condom, nave," she laughed.

I got up to grab another condom and this time I put it on myself. As I got back in bed, Mary pushed my shoulders to force me onto my back. She straddled my hips grabbing my dick as she settled down on me. I reached up to roll her nipples around between my fingers and thumbs as she rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her crotch down for maximum penetration.

Feeling her pussy milk my cock, I asked, "What do you fantasize about?" She leaned forward to put her hands on my shoulders as she continued to grind her hips. "Umm, ...," she paused. "What do you fantasize about?"

"Well, I've always wanted to be with two women," I said as I pushed my hips up to meet her thrusts.

"Tell me more," she said as she closed her eyes.

"I think it would be so hot to fuck one woman as she ate out the other," I said.

She paused, "I'd do that."

As I pinched her nipples harder, I asked, "You'd do what?"

She paused again, opened her eyes to look at me and said softly "I'd eat another woman as you fucked me."

I groaned, "Oh, ... Mary I'd love to fuck you while you ate another woman." I got so hot as I saw in my mind her head Mary on her hands and knees with her head burred between another woman's thighs as I plowed my cock into her upturned ass doggy style. I quickened my thrusts and came in her a third time in less than an hour.

She continued to grind her hips on my cock until it slipped out of her pussy. It was close to 3 a.m. so we we got under the covers and slept for a few hours. 

Around daylight, I awoke to find her sucking on my cock. Feeling me stir, she let it slip out of her mouth with a pop. "Morning, lover. You ready to fuck again?" she asked as she smiled at me with a strand of saliva drooping from her mouth to my hard cock.

"Yea, Mary. I'd love to fuck," I said. "But I'd also like you to suck me off all the way," I said hopefully.

"Let's just fuck. That way we can both enjoy it." I was a little disappointed, because I so enjoy ejaculating into a woman's mouth as she sucks hungrily on my cock. But I wasn't disappointed enough to reject her offer to fuck. I reached for a condom and fucked her slowly but steadily for about 15 minutes. We were both sweating as we dozed off in each others arms for about an hour. 

We showered together and had a quick breakfast of toast and tea. Soon she was dressed and on her way. I was grateful to Mary because she had left me with some good memories for years to come, and the resolution to finally end it with Sharon.



Mary



It had been a warm afternoon. The sun had shone all the time and the wine had been consumed in quantities. Combined with the heat, it had stirred Mary's body with a vague awareness, a pleasant feeling of sexual desire. A slight ache which craved pacifying, the feel of a thick cock inside her, though there was no hurry. Among the meaningless chatter of guests, the distant laughter, Mary remembered her younger days when she would relieve her aching loins with deft fingers. Memories of lying in the sun, holding her soft, plump genitals, squeezing them gently until the honey began to flow. Rubbing, probing with her index finger, exploring her own secret folds of responsive, supple flesh. Teasing her bud of delight, marveling at the ripples of lust surging through her in waves, building slowly to a pinnacle of overwhelming hunger for release. Holding back the climax until she could bear it no longer. Her orgasms would rip through her like a great wave crashing over her. She smiled ruefully at the memory of those frequent, private occasions. She smiled as she wondered what her guests would say if they knew what was in her thoughts. When everyone had gone, perhaps she would again lie in the sun - fondle herself once more, recalling earlier sexual encounters, flooding her vagina with sex juices. Yes, that would be nice. She began to look forward to it.

It was now evening, still very warm with the terrace reflecting the heat of the earlier sun beating down on it. All the others had left. Her husband went down to the club with his friends. Only John was left. Mary poured him a glass of red wine. He wouldn't stay long. Then she could enjoy the treat she had promised herself.

'May as well have the rest of this bottle,' she said.

He smiled as he took the glass from her, little realising that Mary was quietly simmering with lust.

'What about you?'

'I still have one here. Cheers!'

They drank to each other.

'A very pleasant claret, this.'

They looked at each other for a few moments as they sipped their wine. Mary had always fancied John. She speculated on his penis - what it would be like to handle it - feel it penetrate her. John was a gentleman of the old school. Intelligent and quite witty. Now in her late fifties, Mary had no expectation of sex, though thoughts and memories of past physical enjoyment came to mind from time to time. Particularly after a few glasses of wine, her mind would dwell on the more exciting aspects of her sex. And this was one of those occasions. There was a feeling of unease inside her. A slight ache, which troubled her. Her mind was fixed on sex. Mary had never been a passionate lover, her enjoyment of the act being more calculated - more sensuous - more delightful. Her orgasms were always well controlled and thoroughly sublime. She preferred a partner of similar deliberations in his approach to love making, rather than one who rushed to his own climax. There had been several in her life. Her husband, though, usually - but not always if her fantasies during sex were particularly thrilling - fell short of her needs, which frequently gave rise to her necessity for careful and calculated masturbation to reach a climax. Mary's sexual needs had faded over recent years, though she still enjoyed the occasional relaxing hour on a warm summer's day, lying naked on her bed, feeling her genitals all over with both hands, carefully spreading the seeping honey across the soft folds, coaxing them to a long drawn out, satisfying orgasm. It always amazed Mary that every orgasm came upon her as a completely new surprise, a fresh experience, jerking her loins in exhilaration. The result was always a feeling of contentment as she lay there with hand cupping her soft, warm vulva.

She looked at John and wondered what sort of a lover he was. 'Beautiful evening.'

'Sorry to have to leave it,' he replied.

'Oh, you don't have to. I shall be on my own for quite a while yet. Why not stay a little longer? I shall enjoy the company.' she smiled at him as she put her wine glass on the table.

'Thank you.' John put his arm round her waist and kissed her lips gently.

Mary was taken aback, but returned his kiss more firmly, lingering on his lips.

'That was nice,' she said in her matter-of-fact voice. 'You could break a girl's heart doing things like that.'

John laughed quietly, putting his glass on the table. 'I think we're past breaking hearts, but can still enjoy a friendly kiss. Particularly with an attractive mature lady of quality.'

'Flatterer!'

He wrapped his arms round her waist, kissing her again, more intensely. Mary felt the texture of his lips on hers. Determined to test out his intentions, she put her hand behind his head to press their faces together, allowing her lips to part slightly, the tip of her tongue tracing his lips.

Mary remembered her first real kiss and feel. It was at an end-of-year school party. She was stood with friends between dances when she became suddenly aware of a boy looking at her intently from a little distance away. His eyes were filled with a curious hypnotic look she had never seen in anyone before. Her own eyes were drawn to his. Although she had seen him often enough before, Mary had never realized what a gorgeous youth he was. The fluttering in her groin surprised her - her body was beginning to ache - wanting attention. Her vulva started to leak with desire. She felt as though she was standing naked in front of him, A blush came to her cheeks at the thought. He made a vague gesture with his head asking her to go outside with him. He sauntered off through the far door towards the outer door leading to the toilet block. Making a vague excuse to her friends, Mary followed him as casually as she could. She was breathless with excitement. It was almost dark. She stood in the doorway for a moment. A quiet pst! told her where the youth was standing. She crossed to him quickly, breathless. He put his arms round her, turned her round and pressed her against the wall in an alcove kissing her on the lips. She had no idea how to respond but just enjoyed the wickedness of it. When she felt his hand hoist up her skirt she panicked. She wasn't expecting this. He was going to feel her sex, she thought.

'No! No!' she muttered, but without conviction. She was just as curious as he was to know how it felt to have other fingers than her own playing with her soft virgin lips. Even so, she was nervous - and she soon found out how it felt. Deliciously wicked! His hot hand rubbed against the crotch of her cotton knickers. Her loins jerked at the touch. She couldn't help it! It was the first hand that had ever touched her there. Her mind was in a whirl of excitement. Her mouth turned dry. Then she felt a finger ease the knickers to one side and prod its way into her soft crack, moist with excitement. Mary gasped, her stimulation mounting.

'My God! He's got his finger inside me' she murmured to herself. Before she had time to realise fully what was happening, the boy took hold of her hand, pushing it against his trousers. Somehow he had managed to pull his cock out, stiff and hard. He wrapped her palm round the naked shaft. Gosh! A boy's cock - in her hand. It was breathtaking! A hard shaft of warm flesh she had longed to fondle for ages. Now here is was in her hand. A real cock! Although confused, she knew she was expected to pump it up and down. Older girls had explained that to her. Curled round the shaft, her hand jerked eagerly. She felt his fingers push in an out of her soaking vagina as he started to grunt in her mouth, his loins were jerking against her belly. Mary now pressed the cock along the length of her wet crack. She wanted it to fuck her. But with the palm of her hand, she rubbed it up and down vigorously against her belly until she suddenly felt him explode with a stifled grunt. When the hot effusion splattered her groin, Mary froze in horror. She knew about ejaculation, but to actually feel it flood against her sparse public hair surprised her. Nervously dabbling her fingers in the sweet stickiness, she rubbed it over her own clitoris. Mary was desperate for an orgasm. The additional wickedness of having a load of sperm spill over her thinly haired groin brought about the crashing wave of lust that tumbled throughout her body.

Mary delighted in orgasms. She couldn't have enough of them, feeling them take over her entire being. But this was the first brought about by another person. A male! She exploded with amazing intensity!

She still recalled that first experience of hot sperm gushing onto her belly. It was to remain an everlasting exiting memory for her. The first of many spouting cocks on her nipples and hairy crotch.

John couldn't believe his luck! Mary, of all people, in his arms and asking for kisses. What else does she want he wondered? She was certainly an attractive lady - handsome, rather than beautiful. She didn't smile easily - she was a serious lady with fine straight features and a solid figure, which interested him - he had often wanted to explore her - search her hairy folds. And here was the chance. He slid his hands down her back until they reached her buttocks, then took a cheek in each hand, pressing her to him as he began to gently kiss her neck and ears.

It was with a gasp of delight that Mary felt John's hands take hold of the cheeks of her bottom. When his lips reached her neck and ear lobes, she knew she would enjoy the encounter. In the past, nibbled ears had always set her loins fluttering. This evening was no exception. She felt like a sixteen-year old wanton again.

'Do you know, Mary, some old thoughts are beginning to stir in me.'

'That's not the only thing stirring,' she smiled.

His penis was pressing into her groin. It was years since her lobes had been nibbled. The old feelings she had never expected to have again were returning to her. Her body was becoming alive! She intended to enjoy herself. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly with pleasure, ripples of desire spreading through her once more. With calm deliberation, her hand slipped its way between their bodies to rest on the front of John's trousers. His manhood was there. Thickening. She felt it jerk at her touch. It held much promise for her. How long was it since Mary had handled a stiff cock? A long time. 

'Are you feeling naughty?' he asked.

'Mmm!'

'How naughty?'

Her interest had reawakened. She was getting quite eager. She just had to hold the bare shaft in her hand! Whilst John kissed her face and neck, with growing curiosity she fumbled with the top of his fly zip to ease it down as far as she could. With mounting frustration, she slipped her hand down the waistband of his shorts. His cock was now fully erect. She sighed with satisfaction as her palm slid over the warm shaft. With no shame at all, she grasped the stiff length in her palm, catching her breath, marveling at its size and thickness, caressing it up and down. She had heard that a man's cock gets larger with age. It was so long since Mary had touched a cock; she had almost forgotten the joy of handling one. The sense of power a woman has over it.

'Fairly naughty,' was the eventual response.

John realised that Mary was seriously wanting sex! Here she was fondling his stiffening cock. He only hoped it would do him proud. There was no need for cautious foreplay any more.

'And how much more naughty do you want to be?' He was quickly unbuttoning the top half of her dress, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal the cleavage of her breasts. This was a dream come true. He ran his fingers over the swelling of her breast. 'Naughtier than that?'

'Oh, yes!' she said in a matter-of-fact tone, 'much, much naughtier than that.'

Whilst her hand gently caressed the stiff cock, John wrapped his arms round her bare shoulders, kissed her neck and took hold of the bra' fastening. Mary pressed her shoulders back to allow him full access to the hooks. As the hooks were unfastened, she decided to be brazen and display her full charms to him. With a shrug, the straps fell away from her shoulders, allowing her full breasts to fall forward. The heavy nipples, and large expanse of dark areola held John's gaze.

'There you are. Is that what you wanted to see?' she smiled. 'Is that naughty enough?'

Still in good shape, the breasts settled on her rib cage, nipples pointing outwards.

'Wonderful,' he muttered. 'Very naughty indeed.'

'You approve?'

John certainly did. Presented with the sight of a new pair of breasts, superbly surmounted by large swollen areola, edged with a ring of tiny pimples, with the main nipple, dark and wrinkled in the centre, he was delighted. He didn't speak. He weighed the left breast in the palm of his hand, rolling the pad of this thumb across the thickening nub, before lowering his face, taking the inviting nipple between his lips and rolling his tongue over the contours.

Mary entered a state of rapture as his lips began to suckle her hard nipple. All the wrinkles smoothed out as it swelled in his warm mouth. Her loins were now on fire with lust. Although she wanted cock, her full attention was concentrated on the touch of lips on nipple. Mary was determined to enjoy every sensation to the limit. It was years since her yearning had been so strong - even when she masturbated for personal enjoyment. It was not her dildo she craved for now. It was warm stiff male flesh.

'You could get even naughtier,' she murmured thickly.

John decided that the time had come to explore the centre of Mary's universe. The promise of fondling her vulva filled him with excited anticipation. He unbuttoned the rest of her dress as he nibbled her ears, slipping his hand down the waistband of her knickers. Sliding over the smooth belly, his fingers snaked their way through the mass of coarse hair until they felt the glow of heat from her most private part - her vagina. He couldn't wait. Cupping her vulva in his hand, the warm fleshy contents filled his palm. Damp and squashy. His probing fingers found their target. Mary's excitement was conspicuous. She shuddered. Honey was oozing from her passage of joy. There is nothing quite like that first encounter with a strange lady's genitals, wet and yearning. A new valley to explore and enjoy. John explored her pouting inner labia, sensing the quiver in her loins at the touch. Fingers grappled with the generous slippery flaps of the dark supple flesh, carefully exploring every crevice and crease with delicate fingers. They were almost like a spaniel's jowls, wet, long and hot. He was in a seventh heaven as his index finger parted the folds to delve into the delicious opening of her vagina, oozing with honey.

Mary was rejoicing at her body's response. Her whole being rippled with delightful anticipation. She was in a state of sheer bliss. Massaging his hard penis in her hand, feeling her vagina being explored by fluttering fingers, she sighed, writhing with a glory she had not felt in years. She wanted to feel stiff cock enter her again, to slide deep into her intimate shrine. The wine had relaxed her - she had no qualms about Johnnie playing with her labia. Her only thought as his fingers dabbled in the juices, was that she wished she had remembered to trim her pubic hair. It was several months since it was cut and it now grew thick over her belly and her vulva, especially on the outer ridges. As the years had passed, her hair remained a deep copper colour. She was also conscious of her long labia. Still, she thought, it was her natural state. Reaching her other hand down to her groin Mary pushed her knickers over her thighs, letting her fingers flirt with her clitoris, whilst Johnnie pushed his thumb inside her. Eyes closed, Mary sighed softly as waves of pleasure washed over her.

'On the recliner' she muttered thickly. 'Let me lie on the recliner.'

As she moved to the sun bed, Mary shrugged the summer dress from her shoulders. She was now entirely naked. Although no longer in the flush of youth, she had kept her figure fairly trim. Her breasts were full, but still firm. The evening sunshine reflected from her skin, giving her curves a golden glow. Her hips and thighs had thickened with the years, though free from heavy wrinkles. Johnnie studied her body as she settled onto her back. A belly firm and smooth. A thick thatch of auburn hair reaching from her navel to between her thighs. As her legs parted, the plump lips of her vulva were revealed with the low-hanging, thick inner labia, mahogany coloured, the pale clitoris peering out between the parted upper folds beneath a thick tuft of burnished copper threads. He watched as her hand reached down to her groin, feeling for her sensitive folds, fingers exploring their contours, parting the entrance to her dilated vagina, pink and inviting, stroking and caressing her hot genitals. All the while her moans and soft sighs filled the air, head rolling from side to side, with closed eyes. It was ages since she had so enjoyed handling her own sex, given the added thrill of being watched by a man. In the distant past she had often masturbated for her husband whilst he looked on, stroking his cock for her. To see her masturbate stimulated him to a peak of excitement. As the orgasm hit him, he would thrust into her vagina, the blast flooding her with his thick sperm.

John watched as Mary, with growing frenzy, fondled her oozing lips, the pale clitoris fully exposed, her puckered vaginal opening clearly in view. A glorious sight. The female genitals had always fascinated him. Mary's was considerable. Her plump outer lips well endowed with auburn curls, the inner labia, long and meaty, drooped over the delicious entrance to the vagina, now oozing with juices. Whilst pondering on how many privileged cocks had penetrated that shrine, John quietly removed his trousers and underwear. His penis was rock hard, standing proud of his rounded belly. It was many months since he had such an erection. Mary was wrapped in her own mounting delirium, fingers pulling at the lips, stretching the labia wide apart to display her wanton hairy sex, whilst those of the other hand were frenziedly rubbing her clitoris.

'I'm coming,' she announced calmly and softly, eyes screwed tight. 'I'm coming! Oooh! How wonderful! Ahhh! Beautiful! Keep coming!' she urged, 'keep coming!'

Her face was screwed up in agony, her buttocks slowly gyrating as the orgasm fought to be released. Her hand slowed. She brought the orgasm slowly and carefully to its climax. It was a fantastic sensation! Her body cried out for penetration by the male organ. It's fulfilling desire. But first the delectable experience of a long, powerful orgasm. There was plenty of time for penetration later.

'Oh, fuck me! Fuck me!' she pleaded softly, head rolling. But she managed to keep the climax bubbling on the crest, like a surf rider, holding the final crashing wave at bay as the spray washed over her whole body, wallowing in the delicious agony of it. 

But Johnnie was in no hurry. He bent over her heaving thighs, pressing his tongue into her clitoral hood. When she felt his breath on her vulva, her mind blew with lust. The waves of her orgasm crashed over her. She cried out as her thighs jerked.

'Oh, God!'

John lapped at her genitals with his hot tongue, licking away the juices with long laps from the very base to the clitoris. He chewed her labia. Her groaning gasps got louder.

'For God's sake, John, fuck me. Fuck me! Please!' Rarely had she been so desperate for a cock. She was crazy for a length of stiff cock. Any cock! Her loins bucked and heaved wildly making it impossible for him to lap at her soft folds any longer.

Stepping between her open thighs, John placed his cock between the exposed folds of glistening flesh, edging it between the lips, slowly thrusting it deep into her vagina. The soft warm folds parted to welcome the full penetration, clutching at the shaft as it slid through them. After pausing at the limit of her vagina, he began plunging in and out, deep into her hot passage, to the very depths of her being to the calculated rhythm of her stifled cries. With every stroke, breasts swinging violently, Mary grunted her pleasure. He increased the rhythm. Cock driving into the vagina is the most sublime feeling she knew. As she concentrated on the driving shaft, one hand fingering her clitoris, the other steadying her breasts, tension started to rise again in her loins. Her breathing became irregular and heavy. The surges through her belly intensified. She was coming again. It was unbearable. Her fingers lashed at her button as the cock battered at her groin. The spring snapped as Mary spun into a fury. She howled her release, loins juddering and bucking, still concentrating on the cock's rapid thrusting into her depths. When her spasms had finally subsided, John slowed his rhythm before quietly withdrawing from her.




Mary



Standing beside her, erection thrust before him, John took up his glass of wine, observing Mary's peaceful face. She was concentrating on the sheer ecstasy she had endured. Keeping it in her memory as long as she could. Her hand cupped the triumphant vulva, squeezing the lips with pleasure. Then, when at last her eyes fluttered opened, she looked on the cock facing her. The idol that had invaded her inner secret - driven her to the very boundaries of lust and self-fulfillment. Mary gazed on the stiff shaft with is slight downward curve, now smeared with her juices. Erect cocks fascinated her. Her whole body went into a turmoil at the sight of cock. This was a handsome specimen - pale and hard. The large plum-shaped head with its small crack from which the seed of life would erupt. Her fingers traced the line of the thick channel just below the skin, down which the urgent sperm would gush, edged with the fine blue tracery of veins until they stroked the wrinkled sack - the powerhouse of his body. 

After studying it seriously and carefully, she curled her fingers gently around the thick cock, moving the foreskin back and forth over the deep red head. Unable to resist the temptation, Mary gripped the shaft hard and gave it a succession of quick jerks, stopping at the base, with the foreskin drawn well back. Then, drawing it to her face, her eager lips apart, the shaft entered her warm mouth to be suckled and nibbled with exceptional devotion. This idol was the pinnacle of her worship. She adored the cock that had ravished her willing vagina. It was thick and hard in her grasp. She kissed and licked the large pronounced purple head, working the shaft up and down as she cherished and relished her hero. Her other hand cupped the testicles, gently squeezing them with adoration. The cock was now gently fucking her mouth, sliding in and out of the warmness. Mary felt John's fingers clawing her distended labia, playing with the clitoris, searching each fleshy cranny, pulling gently at each fold. With turmoil still in her loins, Mary suckled fast on the cock, feeling it twitch and jerk in her mouth. John's loins stiffened. His buttocks tensed. She masturbated him harder with hand and mouth, swallowing the penis down to its very base. With growing anticipation she felt the stirring deep within him. It was time to stop. She removed the throbbing cock from her mouth, smiling up at John.

'Not yet!' she whispered. 'I had no idea what a sexy person you are. You look so - well, urbane and gentle.'

'With you, Mary, I could make love all day. You've always attracted me - even though your manner is rather matronly.'

'Patronising bugger! Anyway, matrons enjoy a good fuck, as well, you know.'

'So it seems.'

'Come,' she said, drawing his hard shaft back into her mouth.

John threw his head back and wallowed in the sheer bliss of having his cock sucked.

Mary felt the power within her to control this manhood - demand its essences. Once again, his buttocks began to clench. The internal coiled spring tightened within him. John's lunges into her mouth got stronger and more urgent. This time she'd let him go! A loud moan escaped him as his penis finally erupted. The first spurt hit the back of her throat. Withdrawing the shaft quickly from her mouth, Mary watched as the next spurt splashed across her cheek. She held the shaft as another splashed her nose, and a fourth, fifth, sixth and seventh. The sperm spouted over her nose, cheeks and lips, splashing in her hair and over her ears to an accompaniment of contented grunts. It was delicious! Wonderful! The finest gift of nature to a woman. Such an offering. The final spasms dribbled over her open lips. She licked them with deep affection, as John moved again between her open thighs, plunging his still stiff cock deep into her wet mysterious passage. The exhilaration as he drove into her time after time, grunting and heaving, was marvellous. Mary cried out with delight and frenzy.

'Give it to me, darling. All of it. Split me open. Go on!'

And John shafted her deep and strong, with a firm regular stroke, from base to tip. He was enjoying this to the limit. To be fucking Mary after all these years of looking at her and wanting her - to feel her breasts, her genitals. To slide his cock deep into her. Sheer heaven. He lost count of the time. His piston-like cock drove in and out. Mary was still well lubricated. Watching his shaft slide between those long flaps, watching as they clung to it as the shaft withdrew, it came as a complete surprise to him that he felt another orgasm approaching - a tightening in his testicles. Gathering pace, John thrust harder and deeper, with greater urgency. Seeing Mary's eyes screw up with the agony of her ecstasy, her head rolling from side to side, spurred him on. With a final lunge, a cry of elation, his cock erupted once again. After the first gush, he withdrew from her, allowing the sperm to splatter into her public hair, like dewdrops.

'Wonderful, darling!' Mary cried. 'So soon after the first. Wonderful.'

As she lay in bed that night, she fondled her warm vulva, recalling the attention it had received earlier in the evening. Her breathing was steady, as though asleep, lying on her side facing her partner. It was then she became conscious of a slight movement. He husband was quietly rubbing his groin. Because he had shown little interest in sex for some time, this movement surprised her. Mary lay there still, straining to detect the stealthy stirring of the sheets beside her. It was true. Sure enough her husband was furtively stroking his cock. He must have assumed she was sleeping. Without a word, Mary reached her other hand across his belly to touch his cock. It was certainly rigid. She heard him catch his breath at her touch. For some seconds Mary just clasped the cock lightly. It was a long time since she had felt this once-familiar shaft. The reunion interested her. So much so that the palm cupping her vulva felt the leaking of her juices. 

When her fingers reached the head of the penis, they encountered the drop seeping from the eye. Still nothing was said. Enclosing the elegant shaft in a light grasp, Mary gently rubbed it up and down. Could it be that her husband was anxious to have an ejaculation? Remembering Arthur's earlier gushes, she was ready to witness another. Releasing the cock, she turned back the sheet to reveal the straining cock in the faint green light that glowed from the bedside clock. She studied the shaft that head given her so many happy hours in the past whilst scooping fanny juices onto her fingers. Returning her hand to the hard shaft, Mary smeared the silky juice over the its top and resumed her stroking. 

Her eyes never left the penis head as her hand pulled the shaft up and down. Her husband murmured with closed eyes. Increasing the pace of the rhythm she felt the tensing of the muscles in his groin. The buttocks twitched with increasing energy, lurching and bucking. His groans got more urgent. Suddenly, his groin reared and the eye at the top of his penis dilated to eject a globule of sperm onto his chest. This was quickly followed by another jerk and a stream of sperm splashing across his belly. Then another and another encouraged by Mary's jerking hand. She watched entranced as her husband's cock fountained its contents over his body. It was a long time since she had seen such an outpouring from him.

Her other hand had not been idle, clawing at her clitoris, stimulating her debauched mind, it brought about an unexpected orgasm to round off the evening. An evening of delight and surprises. Mary wondered how she might repeat the event - perhaps wityh variations. Hm! She needed to think about that.

She slept peacefully, with a smile hovering on her lips.



Mary



Have you ever met a woman, who by just being around her, could make not only your heart ache, bit your balls ache with desire as well? Sounds ridiculous and maybe even a bit rude, but I have met such a woman. Her name is Mary. 

Mary is four years older than I am.  I'm 25 and she's 29. She is married to a guy about her same age and has two children with her husband. To look at her you would say she is living the happy and loving life that marriage and commitment are designed to offer.

I, on the other hand am divorced. I have no kids, and I am tired of the single bar scene kind of life that a lot of guys my age seem to enjoy.

That is why I am so surprised that things have developed over the last six months as they have.

Nine months ago I applied for a position with a communications company in my area as a service tech. After my interview I was told that my background and experience were sufficient to make me more suited for a supervisor's job instead. Of course, I accepted the higher paying job without hesitation.

My first day on the job went well. I was introduced to my fellow workers and the office staff. I settled into my office and got right to work trying to prove myself worthy of the new position.

I was expected to go to lunch on my first day with my boss, the manager of my department, who's name is Art. Art is a great guy. Maybe in his 50's he was easy going and very likable. He and I hit it off right away.

During our conversation Art laid out the game plan for the department, telling me the goals they wanted to reach and the responsibilities that I would be expected to cover.

"Look if you ever need anything, and you want advice on how to get it, just go and ask Mary." 

"Mary?" I asked. "Did I meet Mary yet?"

"No not yet. She's out for a few days on vacation." Art said rising to leave. "Mary is my secretary, and you'll meet her next week. But if you need anything done, just ask her and she'll help you out once she gets back." He added. "She secretly runs my department for me." He joked.

I would soon learn this to be his best advice of the day.

So I started to work in my new job with all the enthusiasm and devotion people bring when they first get a new position.

That week, and the weekend flew by and on Monday morning I went to my office with great plans to start a new project with the engineering department. My service guys were going to be replacing some hardware in a series of systems that were out in customer locations and we had to get the procedure down, to help prevent any trouble with the change out.

We worked on the project most of the day, and came up with a set of guidelines that each of the service techs were to follow. I went back to my office and began writing them out in a way there could be few if any misunderstandings.

About half way through the typing job, there was a knock on my office door.

"Come on in!" I called out turning to look to see who it was.

Through my door, in walked Mary.

Jet black hair down to her shoulders, the cutest face you can imagine, and a smile that could melt the ice in the coldest winter. She wore a beige blouse that had puffy sleeves pushed up to her elbows and the lower hem of her blouse flared out in a roughly kind of shape that hung just at her hips. She had black pants that fit her snug from her slender, fit waist, down over a great set of curved womanly hips, and then belled out at her ankles. She wore plain, black, flat shoes that had little bows on top. Yes, I remember it all so well.

I just sat there and looked at her, without saying a word. I was pleasantly surprised at my good fortune to have a visitor who looked so good.

"Hi, I'm Mary, Arts secretary, you must be Phil?" She said walking up to my desk and extending her hand for me to shake.

I reached out and took her soft hand in mine and finally said, "Hi ah, yes glad to meet you." As I starred into her bright green eyes I thought to myself that Art was a lucky son of a bitch.

She smiled again at my apparent loss for words and I felt a blush flow over my face. 

"Art said you were working with the guys from engineering and that you might need some help?" 

Realizing that I still held her hand I released it abruptly and said, "Um ya, ah, I've got to get these instructions typed and copied before the end of the day so I can give a class to the service techs in the morning."

"Well, give them to me and I'll take care of it. Typing and the like are my job so if you ever need this kind of thing done, just let me know." A slight grin remained as she watched me squirm.

I handed over the papers to her and once again found myself mesmerized by her face, hair and, well just her whole being. I tried to be as professional as I could but I was truly stricken by this woman.

"I'll be in my office if you need me." She said, turning away and walking toward my door.

As she walked away my gaze was drawn to her perfectly shaped tear drop ass incased in those snug black pants of hers. When she reached the door she turned around catching my checking out her rear end.

"Nice to meet you too." Laughing at my obviously unsettled condition as she left.

That was the start of what could only be called a month of flirtation. Every chance I had, I stopped by her office to ask for this or that. I would seek her out in the lunch room or try to find any excuse to engage her in conversation. She always greeted me the same, a smile and an amused demeanor at my infatuation of her.

After a while I began to notice two things. First, that Mary it seemed, was starting to enjoy our conversations more and was doing the same thing to me. When I wasn't looking for her, she would come around looking for me. And second, that a lot of the other guys in the office seemed to get upset about she and I being around each other.

In fact it had become a concern to more people then I had realized.

After maybe three months on the job Art came into my office and said he needed to talk to me.

"Rumor has it that you and Mary are getting to be good friends?" 

"Yes, she's a great lady, I like her." I stated, trying to sound as if I liked her for her professionalism instead of those green eyes and perfect body.

"You know she's married and has a family?" He told me looking for some reaction on my part..

I got the hint. I didn't want it, but I got it.

"Sure I know, she told me about them. You're not thinking that I'm doing something with her are you? We're just being friendly." I said in the most persuasive tone I have. "Has Mary complained about me or something?"

"No, she would never say anything. But a lot of people are talking about the way you two get along." He said sitting back in his chair. He seemed to be relaxing more about the topic. "There are a lot of people around here that really like Mary and Frank, and they get kind of protective when it comes to her, that's all."

I was taken back by this comment. Frank was someone I really didn't want to get to know. 

"There's nothing going on with she and I and nobody needs to worry about us." I stated allowing a little frustration into my voice.

"They're not worried about you." He said flatly. "They're worried about Mary."

"Well they needn't be worried about her. I know she is married and besides we're just being friendly. What is this, a junior high school?" I said in my defense, even though in reality I had none. "But hey, I get the message. I'll cut down on the talking and visits."

"Ok! That's a good idea. Why look for trouble when there are easy ways to avoid them?" Art said and he looked like he was done with me. 

"Was that all you wanted to talk about? Me and Mary?"

"Yes, that was all. But don't underestimate the power of rumors and office talk. I don't want any trouble for either of you, or this department. I don't know for sure what the truth holds, but it won't matter in the long run."

I spent the rest of the day, and most of the rest of the week avoiding contact with Mary. But I had to admit, I missed her being around. I missed her smile. And I missed her conversation. And I wanted more from her.

Late on Friday of the same week I was in my office when the door opened and Mary peeked in.

"Hey, what-cha doing?" She asked quietly looking to see if I was alone before coming in.

"Just working." 

"Where have you been hiding? I haven't seen you all week?" She looked worried, shutting the door behind her.

I thought about it and decided to tell Mary about the conversation with Art.

"That's crazy. And besides who's business is it who I talk too anyway?" She was getting angry and I had to calm her down before she said something to Art.

"I know, but Art is our boss, and he is unhappy with us talking so much." I explained, insuring that she knows it was not my idea to stay away for so long.

Mary got a surprised look and then put her hands on those sexy hips of hers. "You don't like talking to me now?"

I must not have explained as well as I thought.

"I didn't say that. I just thought we should cut back on the conversations a bit. At least where people can see us, you know." 

"Fine!" She said in a bratty kind of way. "Don't talk to me then. In fact don't even look at me anymore." And with that she stuck her tongue out at me and stormed out the door.

I had to laugh at that. She is so damn cute. Even when she got mad

The next day was a bit of a surprise for me. I had a voice mail from Art saying that I had to bring the monthly service reports in early for accounting because of the beginning of inventory. There was no way I was going to get them done in time without Mary's help.

I gathered up the paperwork and went in to ask Mary to help me out.

"Can I help you sir?" Looking up from her work at me with a blank stare. I guess she was still upset about what I had said.

I just smiled and gave it back to her. "Oh stop being like that, you're not mad, and you're not so tough. And you know you STILL like me." I said smiling.

She just gave me quick toss of her hair and a "Humf" noise. "What do you need meany man?" But the look in her eyes told me that she was glad that I was there..

I explained what was happening and asked for her help.

"I'll help, but I won't do it all. You have to stay and help too."

As we sat trying to arrange and complete the reports, Mary and I started joking and talking like used too. It seemed however, that everything we said could be taken in some sexual context or flirtatious way.

As well I started looking at her face and smile for long moments, a little too long to go unnoticed. Our eyes met continuously causing the tension to build and the attraction to become more then I could hide. I found myself looking at the shape of her breasts. I wondered what her nipples looked like. I watched her lips move as she talked. I watched the way her ass moved when she walked and bent over to pick things up. 

Unknown to me, Mary had noticed something about me too. I saw her looking and followed her gaze down to my obviously stirring manhood. I was not erect, but more "full" then normal.

Mary didn't say anything about it. She just gave me a knowing look that said volumes. 

I really need to think about changing from boxers to briefs. At least with briefs, you can tuck it away and keep your secret desires secret.

At one time while we worked Mary dropped a stack of service reports on the floor next to her chair. As she turned and bent over to pick them up, I moved over to help. 

Mary had on tight fitting brown pants that day, and as she stooped to retrieve the reports she spread her legs wide apart and leaned over between them. I sat back and watched as she moved. My mind wandered into fantasies of Mary opening her legs like the, without the pants.

Mary looked up at me a whispered. "See how flexible I am? I was a cheerleader in high school"

I nearly choked hearing her say this. We had flirted and joked all afternoon and many times before, but she really caught me off guard. A picture of Mary in a cheerleader outfit popped into my head.  Although the cheer leader thing might be played out and stale, the idea of Mary jumping and doing the splits, well, I'm sure you know what I mean.

She saw my reaction and laughed. Sitting up straight, but keeping her legs wide apart, Mary looked at me and again smiled. "You're a nasty man Phil. You are thinking how much you wish I have on a cheer leader skirt right now aren't you? Or would just any skirt do?" 

She was right. 

"If I did have on a skirt, you could see right up it. You would see everything that I have down there. Would you like that?" She was teasing me mercilessly. "Oh! And what if I wasn't wearing panties?" She raised her hand to cover her mouth pretending to be shocked by the potential exposure. She raised her eyebrows and tilted her head, inquisitively.

I looked her right in the eye and said with all seriousness, "Yes, I'd like to see that very much."

She stopped smiling and got a look that could only be described as lustful. "Maybe you should come and see me more often then." She said in a soft voice.

Without warning, and breaking the tension, but at the same time causing even more, Art walked into Mary's office.

"So what are you two working on?" He said looking around and then giving me a stern look.

"We're just trying to get the reports ready for you today." Mary answered.

"Ok, well, get them done." He told us and walked out.

We got the work done with no further interruptions. Mary did however go out of her way to tell me goodnight, and to say that she would see me tomorrow.

The next morning I arrived at the office early to insure that Art had his reports. I put everything together and took them to his office. Mary hadn't arrived yet, but Art was always first one in, so I took them in to him myself. As we stood in his office I heard one of the other secretaries talking outside his door.

"Wow! Look at you. I think that this is the first time you ever dressed up like that for the office." She was saying.

Then I heard Mary reply. "Yep, I figured it was time I showed everyone that I really am a girl."

I turned at looked through Art's open door. Mary was wearing a short little summer dress that came up to above her knees. As she talked she did a little spinning turn to show her friend her outfit. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I love ponytails, and she knows that from our conversations

"Very nice." The other woman said. "You better stay off the production floor today or you're going to cause a work slowdown."

"I'll be in my office most of the day." Mary said laughing. Then she turned and looked at me just for a second. "Besides, for anyone to see it, they would have to come in here and look." Then she went and sat at her desk.

Art gave me a suspicious look but said nothing. I continued with what I was doing. But my mind was over in Mary's office, doing nasty things to Mary.

Later that day after having spent most of the boring day in my own office, I got a call from Mary.

"Hello, what are you doing right now?" She asked.

"I'm just spending time trying to stay busy and out of sight. Why what's up?"

"Art's gone for the rest of the day and I need help with some questions about the phone system upgrade for our building." She said. "Do you think you could find a minute or two to come over and help me out with this stuff?"

"Art's gone?" I was surprised that he hadn't mentioned it to me. Maybe he didn't want me to know he was going to be gone.

"Yes, for the rest of the day. So you don't have to worry about him scolding you for coming over to see me for a minute." She teased.

I felt a stirring in my crotch that I had been fighting for some time. I couldn't help but think of the dress Mary had on today and to hope that she was going to maybe step up the teasing and flirting to the next level. After her comments from the day before I had high hopes regarding the dress.

"I'll be over in a few minutes." I answered.

On the way to Mary's office I was keenly aware of everyone in the building. I felt sure that they all knew that I was on my way to see Mary. And in my paranoid state I was sure they all knew why I was going. Although no one said anything or even looked my way, I just knew they had heard of Mary's dress, and I hoped that they didn't think the same thing that I had. That Mary was dressed for my pleasure and no one else's.

As I entered her office I saw Mary working hard on some files stacked up on her desk. I moved over and stood behind her and looked to see what she was working on. As I stood there I smelled the perfume that she was wearing and I looked down over her shoulders at the swell of her breasts under the thin material of her dress. 

I felt myself starting to grow hard just being this close to her.

As I stood there Mary quickly turned toward me and her shoulder bumped into my groin. She looked at the bulge in my pants and then up at me. She had a surprised look on her pretty face. She looked down again at my now increasing bulge and then turned back to her desk and resumed working. I saw a blush creep up her neck and into her face. She looked embarrassed. "What are you doing? Go over there." Pointing across to the other side of her desk.

Suddenly I was in a panic. Had I misread her intent? Maybe she wasn't really dressed for me after all. I started to think that after all this time we had been talking that maybe I had had misunderstood the meaning of our banter. After all she was happily married with kids, and she is gorgeous. Maybe I had gone too far by not trying to hide my desire for her.

I quickly moved away from her and around the desk. I found a chair and made sure the front of my lower half was blocked from her view. "What do you need me to do, Mary?" I said trying to cover my tracks.

"I just need a few pointers on how to write this up." She said shyly and not looking up from her work. 

Oh shit, I had blown it. I was feeling like a total fool.

As we sat there I went ahead and told her what we needed on the work request for the upgrade and I tried to put on my most business like manner in an attempt to convince her that I was there on business not pleasure.

She was doing the same. We made no small talk and we concentrated on the work at hand. 

Just as we finished, one of the other secretaries stopped in and asked Mary if she and her husband were going to make it to the company party that weekend. Mary smiled and said yes that they would be there. When the other woman left, Mary looked at me and gave me a guilty smile. I felt uncomfortable for the first time in months just being in her presence.

"Am I going to see you at the party?" She asked.

"I think I'll skip this one, this time."  Not wanting to face the idea of shaking the hand of the man who was married to the woman I lusted after.

"Well, I think that's it then." I said standing up and getting ready to leave.

"Wait, I need to ask your opinion on something else." She said standing and turning around facing the file cabinets. She was nervous and her hands were shaking.

As she opened the file drawer she pulled out a coffee cup with a naked woman painted on it. She handed it to me and I read the words that were printed on it. "Hot and wet, just the way I like it." I read to myself.

"I saw that at the mall and thought of you. It's yours, it's a present."

Mary stepped back against the file cabinet and looked me in the eye. She stayed standing like that for a minute and then took a deep breath and spoke softly. 

"I have something else for you to see." 

As I watched, she lowered her hands to the bottom of her dress and lifted the hem to above her waist. She wore nothing underneath. "Do you like my dress? I bought it for you too."

Her legs were toned and tanned up to her bikini line. Above this point they turned to a cream color and her hips flared out and then curved in to her slender waist. Where her legs joined there was a thin patch of black hair covering her center. The lips of her beautiful pussy showed below. Her clitoris was visible and extended, pink and inviting. She was excited; you could easily see it in her body. Her pussy lips were swollen and her hands were shaking as she held up her dress up above her waist for me to look at her most private parts. Although not showing through her dress, her nipples stood out hard from her arousal.




Mary



I knew something was wrong when the school counselor stepped into my classroom. I'd spoken with Mrs. Davis before when I found out I was eligible for a scholarship. Seeing her glance briefly in my direction, her look haunting when she did, just before approaching Mr. Benson, my social studies teacher. She whispered to him briefly in tones too low for anyone else to hear.

Mr. Benson's expression softened, further confirming that whatever news they were sharing, wasn't good. "Benson" as everyone called him was a no-nonsense kind of a teacher anyway. Seeing his expression, especially as he looked up in my direction said more than words ever could.

"Scott? You're needed in the counselor's office," he said almost apologetically. 

Normally several snickers or jabs usually followed an announcement of this sort from fellow classmates. Eerily, it was as though everyone picked up that something was wrong. The fact that Mrs. Davis had come to get me herself, rather than sending a teachers aid along with a note to do it only emphasized the seriousness of the situation.

As I gathered my things shoving them inside my backpack, I found my hands were shaking. As I approached Mrs. Davis while she stood at the door waiting for me, her smile was genuinely sorrowful. I wanted to ask her right there and then what was wrong, but it was obvious she wasn't about to tell me anything yet. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly gone dry; licking my lips as I quietly followed her down the hallway back towards her office. When I arrived, there was a police officer, and my mothers best friend Mary waiting in her office for me.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked, no longer able to contain my curiosity. "Something's happened hasn't it?" I said already knowing the answer.

"Scott? Your mother and father..." Mary began, obviously choking back her own grief at this point.

I knew that Mary was the same age as my mother. Though at fifty, she looked easily ten years younger than that. Her dark brown hair was currently streaked with attractive looking blonde highlights, making her brown almost golden eyes even more alluring. She wore her hair short, swept up and feathered along the sides, making her the most attractive 'older woman' I knew. She was also tall for a woman, with long shapely legs, heart-shaped ass, and obviously full breasts. It was hard not to think about her without having lusty thoughts. Something I had often had about her, except for now.

"They're dead aren't they?" I interrupted knowingly.

Unable to continue, Mary looked towards the officer who cleared his throat stepping in. "I'm officer Jones," he began "Your mother and father were involved in an automobile accident this morning on their way to work. I'm sorry to have to tell you this Scott, but they were hit by an out of control eighteen wheeler, they were killed instantly."

I had no other family. No brothers, no sisters. My grandparents all having died years ago, and mother like me, an only child herself, so there were no aunts and uncles to even speak of. My father did have a brother, but he'd disappeared years ago after a dispute with my father over my grandparent's estate. So for all intents and purposes, I really had no family to speak of. Only "Aunt Mary" as I had grown to affectionately call my mothers long time friend.

Finally 'Aunt Mary' came to me, taking me into her arms hugging me affectionately, her tears freely flowing at this point.

"I'll take you home, we'll gather up what things you need to get by for a few days, then we'll sit down and sort this all out," she stated simply.

"Where am I going to live? What am I going to do?" I asked bewilderedly. 

Once again the officer spoke trying to assuage my fears. "Arrangements are already being made so that you can stay with your mothers friend until such time as we can either locate your uncle, or make a determination as to what will be in your best interests," he said offhandedly.

"I don't want to live with my Uncle!" I informed everyone. "I don't even know where he is!" Turning towards Mary, I looked at her with fearful eyes. "Can't I stay with you?"

"Of course you will," she said determinedly. "Don't worry Scott, like I said, we'll sit down together and work everything out. There's no reason for you to be afraid!"

Mary had lost her husband several years' back. He'd been a member of the Special Forces during Vietnam, still MIA, or "Missing In Action" as it was officially termed, though everyone knew of course that after all this time, he was most certainly dead. Mary had never remarried, refusing for a number of years to even have her husband officially declared so.

And so it was that I eventually moved in for good with her. With less than three months remaining before I graduated from high school, and my eighteenth birthday less than a month away, things eventually settled into a resemblance of normalcy, even though Mary was unaccustomed to having anyone living with her as she and her husband had never had any children either. For a while, it was awkward, often difficult trying to stay out of one another's way, and especially in trying to keep from getting on each other's nerves. Eventually however, things began to iron themselves out, reaching a point where both Mary and I began to enjoy and appreciate having each other for company.

I had few friends, none really close. And though I had certainly dated, I currently didn't have a girlfriend to speak of either. When the day of my birthday came around, I had made no plans to spend it with anyone, doing anything, or going anywhere. Mary also knew I didn't want any kind of party, the death of my parents still too fresh for me to feel like celebrating. As such, she offered to treat me to dinner, and then to a movie afterwards. As I had been given, I chose both the restaurant, as well as whatever movie I wanted to see. Dinner had been great, and the movie was one filled full of adventure and intrigue. Something I'd hoped would help me keep my mind off the obvious. And it did, to some extent. But I hadn't realized when picking it, that there was a considerable amount of sexual activity that would be so openly dramatized. Sitting adjacent to 'Aunt Mary' made me feel self conscious several times during the showing, especially when I found myself becoming aroused. I dared not even look in her direction, fearful that if I did, I would see the embarrassment, if not downright indignation that I was putting her through watching this, just because it was my birthday.

"Well, that was certainly an interesting movie," she'd said moments after we'd exited the theatre.

I couldn't tell by the tone of her voice, nor by the expression on her face if she was subtly telling me she'd been uncomfortable watching it with me or not. I decided to refrain from saying anything, figuring under these circumstances that silence was the best answer to that.

To further impress that feeling upon myself, we drove home in silence. In the short time since I had come to live with Mary, it was the most awkward and longest silence we'd ever shared with one another. The images of the sexual activity taking place on screen were still burned into my mind however, and like a favorite song, I kept replaying them over and over inside my head. Still a virgin with respect to the fact I'd never had intercourse with anyone, I did have some limited experience with one or two girls I had known. But not much beyond the typical light petting. By the time we'd arrived home, I was all for running upstairs to my bedroom, locking myself in, and relieving what had become for me a most uncomfortable bit of pressure.

Mary's apartment was small, a two bedroom affair, one of which she'd been using mostly for storage until I'd come to live with her. There was only one bathroom, accessible either by the hallway entry, which stood directly across from my own bedroom, or through the connecting door on the other side to her bedroom. "I know you didn't want to make a big deal out of your birthday," she'd begun shortly after we'd arrived home, "but I did purchase a gallon of your favorite ice-cream. I thought we could share some while watching the late show on TV."

"Ah, ok...but I'm going to change clothes first," I informed her, "get into my robe," I added unnecessarily.

"Good idea, I think I'll get more comfortable myself," she agreed following me up stairs.

I'm sure it was a combination of several things. I hadn't once jerked off since moving in with Mary for one, and secondly, seeing the rather suggestive movie had reawakened the lusty urges and desires I had once secretly fantasized about whenever being around her for the other. Even though I usually slept nude, in all this time I hadn't entertained any of those thoughts, nor done anything about it in the privacy of my room, which Mary had so carefully ensured that I had.

Wearing only a pair of briefs, I quickly tossed on my bathrobe crossing the hallway into the bathroom. The light was off, and I nearly turned it on, closing the door upon entering. I stopped from doing that however, noticing when I entered that the door on her side wasn't entirely closed. A sliver of light informed me that she was in her room, and I could hear her bustling about getting undressed.

In the time I had known Mary, and though often fantasizing about what she looked like, I'd never seen her naked of course. Aside from an occasional glimpse down her blouse when I'd caught her leaning over, or catching a quick view of one of her lacy bras when the buttons on her shirt parted while sitting next to her at dinner, had been the extent of any real substance I'd enjoyed. Now, standing there in the darkness of the bathroom, the two inch opening of light, flickers of movement in the adjacent room, I knew that the very real possibility of seeing a lot more than I ever had was just a few short steps away. Aroused, I hadn't even realized my hand had slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts. Not exactly stroking, but certainly fondling my erection, I stepped quietly towards the door. And though I made not a sound, I felt as though the beating of my heart would surely give me away as I bravely positioned myself off to one side of it, easing my head gingerly towards the bare crack of light separating the two rooms.

There she was. I'm not sure what I expected to see. Certainly something, and certainly with the expectation that I'd get too see more than I had seen in the past. But now, watching as she almost teasingly removed her clothing, I knew that for as long as I was willing to stand there, dared to stand there, I would see more of her that I had ever hoped or dreamed of.

Mary had already removed most of her clothing, choosing to sit on the edge of the bed while she finished slipping off her pantyhose. In seconds, she sat wearing nothing more than a black lacy bra with matching thong panties. Something else I hadn't expected to see my 'Aunt Mary' actually wearing. Reaching back around herself, she managed the clasp of her bra undoing it a moment later. As her breasts fell free, I nearly gasped just catching myself, fully aware that any sound on my part would be easily heard as she sat less than ten feet away from where I was standing. Mary took a moment to massage her now exposed flesh, lifting one near perfect orb, scratching beneath it where I supposed the under wire of the bra had been digging into her flesh. Her breasts certainly weren't those of a perky teenage woman, but I found myself even more appreciative to find that they weren't. They were certainly full, well rounded without being overly large. The sensual maturity as they rested well against her ribcage, tear-dropped shape in appearance as my only real way of describing them, caused my prick to lurch in renewed excitement. And served as a reminder that what I was doing was also very, very dangerous.

I was paranoid for a split second that Mary would stand and head into the bathroom, nearly backing out and away from the door at that moment. Instead, Mary began to remove the sexy black laced thong style of underwear, revealing to me for the first time the completely shaved full puffy swell of her pussy lips. Except for a few men's magazines I had seen, I had never seen a woman's pussy in the flesh. Mesmerized, yet frozen in fear, I continued peeking at her through the door, unable to take my eyes off the vision of loveliness that stood a mere few feet away from me. Mary had turned by this time, removing her bathrobe from the back of the closet door where it hung. Seeing her do this, I quietly slipped back out of the bathroom heading down the hallway back towards the stairs. I'd just reached the stairwell when I heard the hallway door to the bathroom close, and the door locking. Relieved I hadn't gotten caught; I headed downstairs to the kitchen area where Mary had left out the ice cream to soften slightly on the counter. Dishing us both up a healthy bowl, Mary appeared a few minutes later, like me, wearing her robe. But I knew even as I handed her, her dish of ice cream, that she was nude beneath it.

"You know what would really go good with this?" she'd asked me.

"No. What?"

Mary turned towards the cupboard, retrieving a small pint-sized bottle. "I have some brandy that would taste really good poured over this," she said simply. She poured us both a generous helping, then I followed her back out to the living room where we turned off all the lights as we usually did, and sat down on her couch side by side to watch the TV.

The brandy-covered ice cream was good, almost too good as I really never had been much of a drinker. Mary polished hers off in good order as well, which I think contributed to her growing rather sleepy as mid-way through the movie she was already beginning to doze off. I nearly suggested to her that she might want to consider heading upstairs to bed when she laid down on her end of the couch, feet tucked comfortably beneath her using one of the throw cushions for a pillow. When she did that, one half of her robe parted, revealing fully one of her beautiful breasts. To my surprise, her nipple stood firm and erect, I am sure caused by the cold ice cream. But regardless of the reason, I was thrilled to be sitting there no further than a foot or so, gazing boldly at that brazen tit, delighting in the fact that I could so easily see it with Mary totally unaware that I could. Moment's later she lay snoring softly, assuring me that she was indeed sound asleep.

Though I had softened somewhat sitting there, it took mere moments for my erection to once again reach its full hardness. I couldn't believe what I was thinking, let alone actually talking myself into doing. Parting my robe without untying the sash in the event she woke, I slipped my hand beneath the opening, were I could more easily sit there stroking myself, eyes fixed on that luscious breast with its caramel colored hard swollen nipple.

Actually sitting there next to her masturbating without her being aware of it was the most exciting thing I had ever experienced before in my entire life. I had had to stop twice, once fully removing my hand as she'd stirred, fearing she was about to awaken. The last time, she'd even shifted positions, stretching out one leg a little more fully until it had rested against the meaty part of my thigh. It took a long time for me to dare attempt jerking off again, doing so even more slowly, more carefully with her foot now in direct contact with me. But the sensation of her foot abstractly involved in my self-pleasuring escapade, merely added to the heightened sensuality of the moment. That and the fact that her breast had revealed itself even more fully to me, falling out of the robe to expose itself in all its glory. As my prick became more and more slippery, I was careful to keep the juicy noise I was making down to a bare minimum. Tempted to increase the pumping motion of my hand in order to more rapidly achieve orgasm, I was thus forced to refrain from doing so. Her foot pressed firmly against me, with the tell-tale knowledge of what I was actually doing too dangerous to increase with any more movement than I was already so recklessly getting away with as it was.

Thus forced to continue on with the slow, almost agonizing pace of playing with myself, when the orgasm came after one of the longest self-stroking sessions I'd ever performed, the intensity of pleasure caught me by surprise. The force of the climax I experienced was a gusher as cum flew from my prick, coating the inside of my robe in a thick gooey mess. I had barely finished milking out the last of my sperm into my robe when Mary stirred again, this time sitting up, gathering her robe together as she did, completely unaware that her breast had been so openly exposed.

"My God, what time is it?" she asked sleepily.

The movie we'd been watching was of course over. Another old time western now on, which I hadn't even been aware of until then.

"What the hell are you watching anyway?" she asked glancing towards the set.

My hand was still trapped inside my robe, covered as I well knew it to be with vast amounts of cum which still clung between my fingers. Any attempt on my part to wipe it off, or withdraw it would draw her attention towards me, something I now prayed with every fiber of my being she wouldn't do.

"Oh...just some old western," I replied lamely. "Actually, I was just thinking about getting up and going to bed myself."

I'd managed to lift my leg just enough, crossing it to hide the fact that my hand was still trapped down inside my robe though my cock had at least become flaccid enough that it wouldn't give me away. Carefully, I wiped my hand off inside my robe hoping to have removed most of my sticky white spunk from my fingers before being forced to withdraw my hand.

"Yeah, me too. Been a long day," she said standing, stretching with a wide yawn that once again parted her robe briefly, showing me yet another quick peek at her breasts before she discovered the indiscretion. Mary cast a quick sidelong glance towards me, knowing full well how exposed her breast had become before covering herself. I however pretended not to have even noticed, already reaching for the remote in order to turn off the TV. Though to my horror upon doing that, I saw faint traces of my cream still clinging across the back of my hand.

"We need to go grocery shopping tomorrow," she said as I followed her at a discrete distance back upstairs to our rooms. "So no sleeping in," she warned. "We've got a busy day ahead of us, and I want to get going as soon as we've had breakfast in the morning."

I was surprised when she turned at the head of the stairs, giving me a quick perfunctory kiss good night. Worse, her hand had dropped taking mine as she did, giving it a quick little squeeze. I feared briefly that she'd picked up some left over residue of my spending, but either way, there was nothing I could do about that now. "See you in the morning, sweet dreams!" she offered, then stepped inside her bedroom closing the door. 

I made my way down the remainder of the hallway to the bathroom, stepped inside, this time turning on the light. As I did, I noticed this time that the door leading back into her bedroom was closed, and in all likelihood, locked as well. I finished peeing, washed and dried my hands, and stepped out into the hallway crossing over into my own room. I'd barely taken off my bathrobe to examine the damages when I heard the bathroom door just outside my bedroom once again closing. It was a quick simple flash of mind, but for a moment, I imagined Mary sitting there on the toilet playing with herself. I finally managed to crawl into bed, making a mental note to take a load of clothing down to wash as soon as possible, including my robe for obvious reasons of course when I heard the toilet flushing and the door once again opening. Expecting Mary to head back into her own bedroom, I was surprised when a soft light knock came to my door.




Mary



"Scott? You're not asleep yet are you?" she asked.

"Ah no...just got into bed," I answered.

"May I come in for a second? I forgot to tell you something," she added.

"Sure, the doors not locked," I responded, hearing the knob turn and the door open before I'd even finished that statement.

My bedroom light was off, so the only light spilled in from behind Mary as she half stepped into my room. When it did, I saw her body entirely silhouetted beneath the semi-transparent nightgown she was wearing. She quickly crossed the room over towards my bed, leaning over once again kissing me lightly on the lips. As she did, I felt her breasts lightly brush against my chest.

"Happy birthday Scott!" she stated. "I know this probably wasn't much of a birthday for you, but I wanted to say it to you anyway. That...and that I'm really glad you've decided to live with me."

"Thank you," I whispered softly to her, still feeling the light almost delicate press of her breasts as they lingered a moment longer against my chest. "I'm glad that you're allowing me to stay here. And I promise, I won't do anything to make you regret that either," I told her.

I don't know why I said that. Perhaps out of some guilt that had suddenly found its way inside my head for the antics I'd pulled earlier on. The last thing I wanted to do was risk her becoming upset with me, or seeing me as some kind of demented pervert or something, and thus asking me to leave. As much as she'd become the center of my fantasies and desires, I knew at that moment that I had to control those urges, or I'd very likely find myself out on the street.

"Well, anyway, happy birthday," she said again. "I'll see you bright and early in the morning."

This time when Mary stood, I purposely refrained from staring at her nude form outlined by the light coming in from the hallway. Closing my eyes, I was determined to get a grip on myself, and not the one I had used earlier.

"Nite Mary."

"Nite Scott, sleep tight." A second later, I heard the door to my bedroom close, only then opening my eyes where I lay for a long, long time in silence before finally drifting off to sleep.

#

A full week later I'd been invited by my sometimes friend Jeff to double date with him at a drive in. He'd been chasing a girl named Debra for several weeks with little success. The problem was, she insisted that her best friend Susan go with them. I knew Susan as we shared a class together and had been partners in several working experiments. She wasn't exactly "fugly" but Susan was about as plain as they came, which was one of the reasons that few if any guys were willing to be Susan's date, just so some friend of theirs could date the star cheerleader.

When Jeff approached me about taking Susan out just so he could be with Debra, I balked at the idea because I knew full well what his intentions were. Susan however had approached me in class stating that she was looking forward to our date Friday, which told me that Jeff had already told the girls it was on even before I'd agreed to do it.

We drove to the drive-in theatre in Jeff's classy looking 57' Chevy. I wasn't at all surprised that once after the movie had started, he'd asked Susan and I to switch places with them so that he and Debra could have the back seat.

Though Susan sat up front with me, she was hugging her window nearly as much as I was hugging mine. Periodically we looked at one another, smiling. Not so much out of courtesy in acknowledging that we knew one another was there, but because the not too subtle noises coming out of the backseat were impossible to ignore. In some respects, it was becoming comical. Trying to watch the movie with a girl who had no sexual interest in you, and who you had no desire to be with either while two who obviously did sat in the back seat groping one another was making us both a little uneasy.

"God you have beautiful tits!" Jeff said at one point.

From the corner of my eye, I watched as Susan folded her arms over hers as though having heard that, I might be so inclined to want to try doing something with her.

"I can't get your belt undone," Debra whispered a few moments later. "You're gonna have to do it yourself," she added.

I took my hand out of my lap where it had been resting and placed it purposely on the steering wheel, smiling shyly in Susan's direction as she in turn glanced at me, a knowing look on her face that she knew every bit as much as I did what was about to take place in the seat behind us.

I cringed as the sound of Jeff's zipper being undone reached my ears. Seconds later, he was moaning and groaning in obvious ecstasy as Debra began giving him an obvious blowjob, taking a break a moment later to speak to him. 

"Remember what I told you," she whispered, still loud enough that I heard it, and knew that Susan certainly had too.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you before I cum," Jeff said, speaking for my benefit, as it was obvious by now he'd been particularly vocal in his antics just to prove he was being studly in the backseat, and I wasn't.

As much as I hated to admit it though, all that moaning, groaning, and giggles that had been coming from both of them had had its affect on me. And though images of Susan weren't bouncing around inside my head, thoughts of Mary were.

Closing my eyes while listening to the sweet sounds of Debra's "suck-pop" as she mouthed Jeff's cock, I could see Mary inside my own head, doing the exact same thing to me. Hard as a rock, almost painfully so, I yearned with every fiber in my entire being to be heading home right now rather than sitting there were I was. Especially with a raging hard-on I could do nothing about. At least back home, I could very possibly be in bed, fantasizing about Mary, even though I'd already broken that promise to myself that I wouldn't, twice already.

"God damn it Jeff! You said you'd warn me before you came!" Debra screamed out in obvious indignation.

I actually heard Susan suppress a giggle, catching her look of knowing embarrassment, not so much for what had obviously happened, but in a way that she'd gained satisfaction in the fact that it had.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized lamely. "It just felt way too fucking good, the next thing I knew..."

"Yeah, the next thing I KNEW, was that my mouth suddenly was filled full of your spunk!" she shot back at him. "Just for that, you can take me home now Jeff!" she demanded adamantly.

Now it was my turn to smile as I lived closer than the girls did. Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was still reasonably early. Perhaps I could convince Mary to go out for fast food, and maybe catch a movie at home afterwards. I enjoyed our Friday night evenings together doing that with her, reluctantly agreeing to go along on this date, thus giving one of those up.

Unfortunately, the girls insisted on Jeff's taking them home first, adding what turned out to be another wasted hour before I finally arrived home. After Jeff dropped me off, I noticed the lights were off in the apartment as I headed up stairs. I figured with Mary's hectic schedule this past week, she'd decided to turn in early, catching up on her sleep. Letting myself in, I quietly slipped upstairs to my room, careful so as not to make any noise, thus waking her. I'd undressed, slipped into bed and lay there for several long minutes trying to force myself to sleep when the sound of Mary's footsteps padding down the hallway reached my ears. Hearing her head downstairs towards the kitchen, I smiled inwardly, jumping out of bed with the intention of surprising her in my being home. 

Throwing on my robe, I crept down the hall, down the stairs towards the kitchen area. With luck, I could sneak up behind her giving her a surprising scare, and though she'd probably chastise me for having done so, it was one of the things I was well known for in doing.

She hadn't turned on the kitchen light, the only source of light coming from what I knew to be the open refrigerator door. All the better for concealing my presence, allowing me to approach her even more stealthily until ready to pounce. Easing up to the archway of the kitchen, I peered around the corner. Mary was nude which froze me in my tracks. Sneaking up on her now in this condition was obviously out of the question!

"What the hell?" I thought silently. 

When I'd first spotted her, she was bent over peering inside the fridge. The sight of her beautiful ass so provocatively displayed in this fashion as she rummaged around inside one of the drawers had momentarily robed me of my senses. If I'd thought about it, my position was even more precarious than it had ever been, with very little leeway for me to hide or hope to be able to explain my standing there spying on her. Mary straightened having found whatever it was she'd been looking for. Leaving the refrigerator door open, she slid over towards the sink her back still towards me. I heard the sound of running water as she obviously washed whatever it was she'd removed. I'd nearly decided to turn and head back upstairs as quietly as I'd arrived when Mary stepped back suddenly, leaning forward against the sink, now standing with her legs partially spread.

 "What's she doing anyway?" I now asked myself.

The appearance of what I now realized was a long slim cucumber had me questioning my sanity. I couldn't for the life of me understand why she was standing there in the stance that she was to begin with, holding the vegetable in hand the way she was, until I saw her slowly begin to insert it inside herself. 

"Oh my God! She's using it to masturbate with!" I only then realized.

Mary slowly eased the cucumber inside the recess of her pussy until she'd taken as much of it as she possibly could. Leaning over even further now, she reached behind herself, clasping the fuck-toy in hand and began to move it in and out of herself with obvious delight. The pleasurable sounds of her coupling with the green prick she was using startled me. So unexpected, so obscenely erotic, as her breath came in short quick gasps matching the tempo of each thrust of her hand as the cucumber slipped in and out of her obviously went cunt.

With her back towards me, I wasn't too worried about her seeing me, and though I didn't exactly step around the corner, I had allowed most of my head to do so. Mary was still in the throws of her enjoyment; raising her head as yet another deep-throated groan escaped her lips. When she did, taking a quick glance out the kitchen window, her movement drew mine, suddenly seeing my own face in the window staring at her through a semi-mirrored reflection. For a frozen moment, our eyes locked. Mary gasped in alarm and surprise as I yanked my head back, too late, as it was obvious I'd been caught. In panic, I fled from my blown place of concealment, taking the stairs two at a time back towards my room.

"Scott! Wait! Wait!" I heard Mary calling out after me.

I reached my room turning off the light, jumping into bed as though that mere act alone could somehow absolve me of my having been caught peeking at her. Frightened more than I had ever been before in my entire life, I lay in bed, heart pounding furiously. The sound of footsteps, unhurried as they made their way up the stairway reached my ears. I listened, following them as they came down the hall towards my room, waiting for the inevitable knock, which never came. Instead, much to my surprise, but certainly warranted under the circumstances, Mary turned the doorknob which I had failed to lock, stepping into my room.

"Scott?"

I'd expected anger, fury perhaps. But the tone of her voice was anything but. Still afraid, unsure of what was to come next, I remained silent grateful for the darkness of my room that harbored my shame and embarrassment.

"Scott, its ok. I'm not mad at you. A little surprised, yes. After all, I had no idea you were even home," she began by way of explanation.

"I'm sorry," I finally stammered, the only thing I could think of to say to her. The image of her standing there still indelibly burned within my minds eye.

"I think its time we had a talk Scott, for several reasons. You need to know who I am for one thing, and for another, there is even more I think I should tell you now that this has happened."

Confused, bewildered, I continued to lie beneath the covers still praying that Mary wouldn't turn on the bedroom lights and thus reveal my shame. It was bad enough that I was feeling that way, let alone being forced to actually confront her with it physically as well.

She hadn't turned on the hallway lights either, so my room remained dark even though I could just see the faint outline of her form as she walked more fully into my room, crossing over to sit down on the edge of the bed next to me. In the next instant, I felt her hand gently brushing the hair out of my eyes even though it was still far too dark to make out the features in her face.

"You know what I was doing," she began.

Rather than answer her verbally, I nodded my head, her hand still stroking my brow immediately realizing my response.

"Then let me explain that, and a whole lot more to you," she continued. She paused, taking a breath collecting her thoughts, allowing me a brief reprieve to mentally prepare my defense, if there even was one.

"Your mother and I were the best...closest of friends. She knew me better than I even knew myself," Mary began telling me.

My initial thought at that moment even as I listened to her being, "What the hell has this got to do with your fucking yourself with a cucumber?" but I refrained from saying so of course, continuing to listen.

"Just because I never remarried after the death of my husband doesn't mean that I'm not a sensual, sexual person. Your mother knew that about me more than anyone else ever did. And, just so you know, I've only been with one other man since then, something that didn't work out for reasons too lengthy to explain here. But the point I'm trying to make is, I'm still very much a woman with sexual wants and desires."

Lying there listening to Mary speak hadn't eased my confusion or lack of understanding one iota. "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me," I finally confessed, causing Mary to pause, once again taking a deep breath.

"I'm getting there, let me finish," she said with the first tinge of sternness finally being heard in her tone of voice.

I said nothing, waiting patiently for her to begin again as the seconds of silence that lingered now between us seemed like an eternity before she spoke, picking up where she'd left off before I'd interrupted her, which is when I felt her shiver.

"It's cold," she whispered. "Scoot over Scott, let me get under the covers here so I can finish telling you what I have to say."

Mary had been nude when I'd last seen her. She'd come straightaway from the kitchen to my room, making me realize as I slid over against the wall, lifting the covers so that she could crawl into bed beside me, that she was in all likelihood, still nude. Pressed against the wall as much as possible to give her plenty of room without touching, our heads soon shared my single pillow. Her tone of voice was soothing as she spoke, alleviating whatever fears I had had. Knowing she was naked, the proximity of her beautiful body only inches away, soon fueled the flames of desire I'd been entertaining down near the kitchen. As much as I tried to shake off the sensation, my penis once again firmed having a mind of its own.

"Your mother knew that if anything ever happened to either of them, that I would be there," Mary started in again. "She made me promise that if that did happen, I would be there for you. At first, as you well know, it was difficult for both of us, making the adjustments so that we didn't get on one another's nerves, or in each others way. In time, I think we both found an acceptable balance, even forming a bond between us that we've both come to appreciate and accept."

Though it was dark and I still couldn't see her, Mary turned onto her side, supporting her head with her hand as she rested her elbow there on the bed, finally coming into contact with my own arm. My prick gave an involuntary lurch of awareness at this first contact.

What Mary had been telling me of course was all true. I understood that much, but I still didn't understand or comprehend where any of this was going or why. All I knew was that she was laying here in bed with me, naked. Mary took another breath, pausing as she sought the words to explain herself, and whatever feelings she felt she had to share with me for whatever reason.

"Like I said earlier, your mother knew me better than anyone. "We'd shared an apartment together, so she knew who I was, what I did,"

"Did?" I found myself asking before even realizing the words had escaped my lips. Once again Mary stopped, but this time she laughed.

"Yeah, I guess that does sound worse than it really was. What I meant by that was that your mother knew I was very sexually uninhibited, a bit of a flirt as well as an exhibitionist. It wasn't really a matter of tolerance, as much as acceptance of me as a person. The 'did' part, involved one of my favorite past-times, which for me was masturbation. I wasn't promiscuous; I didn't sleep with every guy I ever went out with. But like I also told you, I was...am," she amended quickly, "very sexual. I masturbate a lot, every single day, and sometimes two or three times a day, depending on how horny I get."

Hearing all this had stunned me back into silence. I didn't know what to say, or how to react to what Mary had just confided in me. My cock however found the strange topic stimulating as it throbbed there beneath the covers.

"When I made that promise to your mother that I would watch over you, I reminded her of the person that I was, questioning her about me being the wisest choice knowing that. That made your mother laugh, which is when she asked me to make her another promise, one I haven't had to worry about discussing with you until now."

Suddenly I was nervous and fearful all over again. My cock deflated slightly with the same worry and concern that I was feeling moments ago. Mary continued on however before I could raise the question myself, though she caught me off guard when doing it.

"Are you sexually active with anyone now Scott? I mean I know you've dated a few times, but I haven't really seen you with a steady girlfriend or anything. I thought perhaps when you went out tonight with your friends, that maybe this girl you were going out on the date with was someone special."

"No, not really. Just a friend," I answered back.

"No you're not really sexually active? Or no she's not anyone special?"

Her frankness had truly taken me off guard. But I answered her back just as truthfully as she'd obviously been with me.

"The most I have ever done is feel a girl up," I responded.

"You mean just her boobs?"

"Yeah..." I replied meekly.

"You've never done anything else? Never had sex with a girl?"

"No."

"But you do masturbate."

Her question wasn't a question of inquiry. It was a simple statement of fact. Somehow I felt that lying to her now would somehow damage the trust we'd begun creating together, though my spying on her down in the kitchen most likely had already done that.

"Well yeah, sometimes," I answered truthfully.

Mary laughed; I felt her hand once again lightly touching my face. "It's ok Scott, everyone does. Especially me!" she giggled comfortably in the darkness. "When you first moved in with me, I tried very, very hard not to allow my urges to cause either one of us any problems. Always careful to play with myself whenever I was sure you were asleep, or off doing chores, or seeing your friends. I didn't want the fact that I do this as often as I do, to become a problem for either one of us. I guess I should have expected that sooner or later you would catch me, or as I initially wondered, if I would also catch you."




Mary



Remembering that past night on the couch while Mary slept, and while I secretly masturbated while gazing at her suddenly made me feel both hypocritical as well as ashamed all over again.

"Then I think its time we both come clean with one another Scott, especially if we're going to continue on living together like this. The first thing which, like your mothers acceptance of me and who I am, I have to ask if you can accept me as she did."

"Yes, of course!" I answered easily.

"Good! And secondly, I think we need to better communicate with one another, perhaps establish a few simple rules that we can both abide by. No more sneaking around, spying on one another, as happened down in the kitchen. And in my case, pretending to be asleep while you sat masturbating on the couch next to me."

Mary's revelation of that experience stunned me. She knew! 

"When you did that, I admittedly was aroused by it! When I thought you might actually stop, I purposely planted my foot against your leg so I could sense the movement of your hand, slight as it was. It thrilled, excited me to know you were touching yourself, staring at my breast, which I'd allowed to purposely fall out of my bathrobe."

"You knew? You knew what I was doing?" I asked.

"Yes, I knew then that you were for sure. I also know you'd taken a peek at me through the slit in the door, but as I didn't really see you, I didn't know if you were jacking off then or not. I tried to give you plenty of time to finish, if that's what indeed you were doing, but once you left the bathroom, I wasn't really sure. Not until later on after I'd pretended to fall asleep there on the couch."

It took me a while to digest everything she'd told me. Her hand continued to gently caress my face, trailing slowly down to my neck and shoulders as her fingers delicately traced the curvature of my flesh. "And I need to tell you, I used the traces of your cum that you'd left on your hand to masturbate with afterwards."

"What was the other promise?" I asked, suddenly remembering that, trying to change the subject as best I could feeling embarrassed for some reason, though after what she'd just told me, I shouldn't have been.

Mary swallowed. "Your mother told me that when and if you did become sexually active, that she wanted me to be the one to sit down and talk to you about it. Whether or not she or your father were still around, or had or hadn't spoken to you about anything."

"I know all about the birds and the bees," I responded a little indignantly.

"That's not what she had in mind when she asked me to talk to you Scott," Mary said. "What she asked me to do was to instruct you, teach you what it was really like to pleasure a woman. And to do so in such a way that whatever woman you eventually met, possibly married, would be appreciative of your skills as a lover. As harsh as this might be for you to hear this, especially now, your father never was considerate of your mothers pleasures. She might not have been quite as open-minded as I was, but she was very much a sexual sensual person too. After your mother and father married, and believe me...I know she truly loved him Scott. But their sexual relationship wasn't anywhere's near what your mother hoped it would be. So, she wanted me to ensure that you, understood what it was all about so that you wouldn't become in the bedroom the same way your father was."

"You mean to tell me that my mother told you to have sex with me?" I asked incredulously.

This time Mary laughed nervously. "Well, sort of. But only if and when you were ready, or even wanted that. I did promise I would tell you at least this much, and then leave that decision up to you. I told her I wouldn't attempt to seduce you, or coerce you into doing anything that went against your own feelings or desires. And I still mean that. But after everything that's happened and gone on so far, I thought that perhaps now was the time that we had this little chat and get things out in the open so to speak."

"Ok," I said unable to think of anything else to say at the moment.

"First rule then. In the future, if I'm sitting on the couch, and you decide you want to play with yourself, then do it, as I will. If I decide I don't want to be there, or watch you, which I can't for the life of me ever think I wouldn't, then either I, or you can leave. If there's a closed door, then both of us should certainly respect one another's privacy. But if there's an open door, then I want you to feel free to walk in anytime you'd like, and know that an open door into your room will say the same thing to me. Agreed?"

"Ah...sure, ok." I answered back still trying to absorb everything she'd just indicated.

"Now then, since I did come into your room unannounced here, I can leave if you wish. Or..."

"Or what?" I asked back.

"Or this," she said.

I flinched as the warmth of her hand surrounded me. Felt her fingers dance on the ivory keys of my instrument, playing a tender yet methodical tune on my cock.

"Oh God!"

"You like?" she barely breathed into my ear.

"Oh God, yes!" I responded as her hand took on an urgency of lust that we were both feeling.

In the past, I had often used lotion; preferably baby-oil to keep from giving myself 'jerk-off burn'. As Mary slowly began stroking my prick, giving it gentle squeezes with every up and down motion of her hand, she produced more than enough lubricant with which to pleasure me by. Pre-cum, oozing liberally from my shaft, Mary's hand capturing it, sliding it up and down my hardness, keeping me wet, slick and juicy. The sounds easily heard from beneath the covers, adding to the erotic deliciousness of not only what I was feeling, but sensing with each and every stroke of her delicate hand.

"Feel good?" she coaxed, wondering, yet knowing. Playing with me mentally as much as she was physically.

"Yes," I somehow managed.

"You like the way I'm playing with you? Would you like me to do it harder? Slower? Softer?" she continued to question me.

I wanted her to do it all. I wanted her to jack me off slowly, quick, hard and soft. What I didn't want was for her to stop. For the first time in recent memory, I didn't want to cum. I didn't want to feel that incredible sensation as my cock erupted into a thousand spasms of pleasure. All I wanted at that moment was to think of Mary, lying beside me naked, playing with my prick!

"I don't want to cum yet," I said surprising myself. Mary stopped fondling me though still holding my prick in her hand.

As strange as it may sound, though I couldn't see her, I knew she was smiling.

"Scott, don't worry about it honey, we have all night."

"We do?"

"Yes, but only if you want to, like I told you earlier, I made a vow to your mother, and if you're interested, then I plan on honoring that."

"You were serious then?"

This time she did laugh. "Very."

Her hand began stroking me once again. The 'edge' had gone away temporarily, but there was no doubt in my mind that it would return very, very soon. All that was left to decide when it did, if I wanted to let go, or somehow fight the urge, as I wasn't as trusting of myself as she seemed to be.

"Can I touch you?"

"If you'd like. I'd like that, yes."

Mary didn't remove her hand from me though her movements had stopped. "Give me your hand," she said

I did. I felt her lead me downwards until she rested it upon the softness of her smooth skin between her legs. "We're not just pussies, or cunts, twats or splits," she told me. "We like to be caressed, teased, explored in ways that most men don't bother taking the time to find out about," she said easily. "Take your time with me Scott. We're in no hurry here, either one of us. See me with your hands, let the sensation of what you touch register within your mind. Enjoy it, savor it...savor me before going on to bigger and better things," she laughed teasingly.

So I did that. I lingered within the folds of moisture mere inches away from her sex. I reveled in the softness of her lips, entwining my fingers through them, exploring and coming to know that place upon her that I had seen ever so briefly. In my mind, I memorized nearly every square inch, felt the softness of her skin beneath the feminine split that engulfed my fingers, and played there softly petting her, enjoying the moment.

"That feels good," she moaned softly. "You're making me very, very wet Scott."

Once again taking my hand, she repositioned it more directly against the semi-hidden folds of her slit. I felt the moisture, followed it back between her nether-lips, and felt my finger swallowed up in a quicksand of succulent pussy flesh.

"Holy shit!" I breathed, excited beyond words. 

I felt my finger slowly sink into her depths, felt the pull of it as she contracted herself around me. "Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Fuck yes! Oh God, I'm sorry Mary...I shouldn't have said that"

She laughed throatily. "Sometimes saying fuck feels good. It depends on how you say it, and when," she added. "Right now, fuck is perfect for what we're both feeling Scott. So yes...fuck yes, that feels good honey. Keep doing that, just have fun, take your time, find out who...I...am," she said lustily. And once again, I did.

I played in the heat of her folds, explored the depths of her essence. Over and over again I sought out the moisture I found there, even tasting it.

"My, aren't we adventurous!" she said upon discovering I had done so. "What do you think?" she asked point blank. "How do I taste?"

"Sweet," I replied truthfully. "Musky too, its certainly different. Not like anything I thought it would be."

"So, you've thought about it have you?" she said catching me totally off guard. "What exactly have you thought about anyway?" she pressed. "What did you think when you watched me from the bathroom, what did you fantasize about when you played with yourself in the living room?"

Her candor, openness though unnerving, felt refreshing. The excitement coursing through my entire being seemed to turn up a notch with the explicit images she was forcing me to remember, relive as she questioned my most private thoughts, urging me to share them.

"I was thinking how much I wanted to lick your nipples," I told her. 

"And?"

"And how I wanted to suck them,"

"And?"

"And...and bite them!" I said boldly.

"Ohhh," Mary moaned audibly. "I'd like that, I'd like to feel your mouth on my nipples Scott. I'd like to feel your tongue flicking the hard nubs of my tits. Would you like to do that now, suck them? Lick them? Bite them? While still finger-fucking my pussy?"

I answered her by leaning over in the dark, probing with my face first until quickly locating the hard nubbins of flesh that awaited me. I sucked, finding one exquisitely hard piece of flesh, rolling the marble sized nipple between my lips as though about to devour it. 

"Oh yes, don't be afraid Scott, suck them. Suck them as hard as you'd like," she coaxed, her hand once again milking more of the lubrication from my dick, smearing it playfully about the head of my cock until it had become slippery within her hand. Once again the sounds of my juiciness began to accompany the sounds of our breathing. Mary pulled on my cock, the force of her hand about me near painful, yet pleasurable beyond words.

"Finger me, harder now Scott. Harder and deeper!" she implored. 

My hand was all but slapping her pussy as my middle finger sank to depths I'd not known before. She was slippery, smooth like silk. The velveteen texture of her slit seemed to caress my hand with each probe of my flesh. She moaned, continually, adding to the arousal I was feeling.

"I'm going to cum for you," she whispered in my ear, pressing me closer even as my lips continued sucking the magnificent tit-flesh I had claimed as prize. My fingers dancing inside her with a rapidity that pleased us both. When she cried out, I nearly stopped my movements, fearing at first I had somehow injured her.

"No! Don't stop Scott! Keep doing what you were doing! I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming!"

Feeling Mary's pussy constrict about my finger as she came was incredible. I hadn't known that a woman's vagina could do that, nor did I think it was possible she could become any wetter than she already was, but she did. Short of actually ejaculating like I did, I sensed several wet pulsations that fully enveloped the palm of my hand as her liquid pleasures sought escape. She moaned, groaned and cried out with unbridled ecstasy, pressing my head full against her breasts near suffocating me as she did. But I could have welcomed a death like that, nestled between her breasts, so exquisitely soft, so sensually appealing.

I lost track of time, it mattered not. My finger remained inside her though unmoving. I didn't want to remove it, not then, not ever if I could help it. Eventually however she stirred.

"It's your turn," she said dreamily. "Its time now to let me feel you cum, let me feel the heat of your hot juice as it spurts against my breasts."

It didn't take long. Pushing me fully onto my back, I felt Mary kneel straddling my leg. She did things to my cock with her hands that I hadn't even done to myself! Like working a fire by twisting a stick between her hands, she spun it back and forth rapidly, the lubrication from my steadily streaming cock the only thing that actually kept real friction from blistering my prick. When she alternated between doing that, or slapping it using both hands, and then pumping it as I had so often done myself. I lost track of which sensation ended before another began. Only when the explosion of inevitability began rocketing up my shaft did I even realize I was climaxing.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" I screamed over and over again. I felt my semen leap from my prick, heard Mary's pleasurable sighs as my hot cream began to shower her twin mounds, wishing only that I could have also been able to see it happening.

When it was over, she took my hands placing them on her wet sticky breasts. "Next time, we do it with the lights on," she told me as though having read my mind. "Now...rub it all in, its good for them," she half joked. "And then...we sleep."

#

I had fallen asleep with one of her hard nipples pressed comfortably within the palm of my hand. I awoke to the warm rays of sunlight peeking through my window, that, and the sound of the shower running across the hall. It seemed louder than usual however, and as curiosity, which had nearly killed this particular cat, took hold of me again, I ventured across my room towards the door. I opened it, seeing almost immediately that the bathroom door was open. I smiled inwardly wondering. The 'rules' still too new to me, but there it was. "An invitation perhaps?" I wondered.

It seemed silly, but I knocked on the open door anyway. Mary was indeed taking a shower, calling out to me the moment I had knocked on the door.

"Morning sleepyhead, as soon as I finish here, I'll fix us both some breakfast. I'm famished!" she said pulling the shower curtain open in order to look at me. In my haste and curiosity, I had forgotten to put anything on. As nude as she was, I simply stood there with a dumb expression on my face.

"Care to join me?" she asked seductively.

"I need to pee first," I answered actually needing too. I expected her to close the curtain. Instead, she continued to watch as I stood there in front of the toilet. 

"Am I making you nervous?" she giggled.

"A little," I admitted, straining to urinate. Mary closed the curtains though I heard her giggling.

"Just don't..."

"Sorry!" I said a split second too late. 

I heard her scramble from beneath the shower spray after I'd flushed. Once again the curtains parted and she stuck her head out. "I owe you for that," she warned with a wink. "Now, would you like to watch me? I was just about to use the shower massage to masturbate with. I like starting off my day that way," she added.

This newfound openness was still a little hard for me to fully accept. Obviously everything she'd said the night before she'd been dead serious about. Especially the frequently masturbating part.

I stepped into the oversized bathtub. There was easily room enough for two, perhaps even three to gather together there beneath the shower spray. She lifted the hand-held nozzle adjusting the pulsating beat. "Ever try one of these?" she asked.

"Ah no...in fact, I never have," I told her, watching her with awe-filled eyes. Last night had been wild enough. But now, seeing her in the light of day, she was even more beautiful than the few precious glimpses I had stolen. Or fantasized about in imaging what she looked like, where I hadn't as yet collected all the puzzle pieces.

Placing it between her legs, she spread them slightly tilting her head back as she did, grabbing onto handrail to steady herself as the pulsating wand performed its magic against her pussy.

"God that feels nice! I really like the way the water tickles my clit," she said opening her eyes to gage my reaction to what she was doing.

"You like watching me don't you?" she asked smiling, looking down towards my rock-hard prick.

"Would you like to try this for a second?" she asked.

I was still hesitant to actually masturbate in front of her. I mean I had of course, but not realizing then that she had known. Seeing her do it was something else entirely. I could have stood there watching her all day. But to actually do it myself, I wasn't at all sure that I could without becoming self-conscious about it.

"Here, let me show you," she offered. Which was again, something else entirely.

Stepping behind me, Mary clasped my prick in one hand, aiming the pulsating spray of the shower massage against the head of my dick. "How's that feel? Nice huh?"

I remembered our conversation from last night. It seemed appropriate here now too. "Oh fuck yes! That really does feel good! No wonder you like doing this every morning!" I said in agreement.

"Every chance I get," she smiled. She stepped to the side of me then, switching the spray back and forth against us both, alternating the play of the water. Twice she brought us each to the edge before backing off.

"Tell you what, lets stay horny for a while, makes it better when we finally do get one another off," she informed me.

I had been so fucking close. Almost to the point of climaxing anyway, with or without her help. 

"You're serious?"

Mary shut off the shower, replacing the nozzle.

"Guess you are," I added.

Stepping out of the tub, Mary tossed me a thick bath towel to dry off with before grabbing one for herself. "See you downstairs," she said a moment after she'd finished. I watched as she hung up the towel, heading down towards the kitchen...naked.

I quickly hung up my own towel, and pursued her down stairs. Also naked.

She was already pouring us both a cup of coffee by the time I arrived. "Careful with that," she admonished me handing me a hot steaming cup of java. "You don't want to burn anything," she winked teasingly.

She was right though, that was the last thing I wanted to have happen. So I carefully sat down, placing my mug of coffee down onto the table first, only then glancing back towards her where she stood leaning against the counter top sipping hers.

"Good? Not too strong?" she asked.

I took another sip of my own. "No, it's fine. It's really good in..." I never finished my sentence. Looking back up towards her, I noticed that Mary had slipped a hand down between her legs. There she stood sipping her coffee, eying me over the edge of the cup, playing with herself.

"Fuck me!" I stammered nearly dropping my cup potentially burning myself. Mary allowed herself a hearty laugh approaching the table.

"Really?" she questioned.

I watched as she pulled out one of the kitchen chairs expecting her to sit down. Sliding it over in front of my own, she placed one leg upon the seat instead.




Mary



"You never really did see my clit did you?" she asked still grinning.

I wasn't even sure what a clit was. Positioned as she was, Mary spread herself with her fingers. What looked like a pearl suddenly appeared near the top of her slit.

"If a woman's comfortable enough with herself, she'll tell a man what she likes. If a man is a considerate lover, he'll ask her. Remember that."

I was staring at her pussy, almost drooling with fascination as she wet her finger with her lips before sliding the tip of it across the surface of that shiny pink pearl.

"Initially, I prefer indirect stimulation. Sometimes its almost too sensitive to touch." Mary teased the surrounding folds of her flesh, drawing her fingers along the sides of her clit rather than touching it directly. "Once I'm aroused however, then I enjoy touching it, but not before ensuring that it's nice and wet. And only then do I tickle it lightly, much like using a feather."

I was in awe. Watching Mary slowly stroking that nubbin of flesh was for me like going to Disney Land for the first time. Not knowing which ride to go on first, wanting to do them all.

"When I'm really aroused, much like I am now, then I like to draw my finger just inside, like this..." 

Mary slid her finger down her now glistening furrow, producing an abundance of moisture that clung to the tip of her finger. She used it to coat her clit with, finding as she did an exquisite pleasure as her finger delicately stroked, stimulating that pleasure nubbin.

"Another thing. Women really do enjoy having their nipples played with too. But sometimes, if they're played with too much, they can become just as raw and tender as jacking yourself off too fast without lubrication. So once I start lubricating, its always nice to take a little of my juice and apply it to my nipples as well."

Once again Mary dipped a finger showing me. Seeing her smear pussy cream on and about both nipples caused my cock to lurch excitedly, expelling a droplet of pre-cum. She noticed this as it happened, giggling excitedly. "Another good source," she stated reaching down to snag the droplet of ooze, which she then applied to her clit, rubbing it a little more quickly.

Without even thinking, I had wrapped my hand around my prick, squeezing it, urging another droplet to surface just so she could swipe it off again.

"Once I'm thoroughly aroused, and ready to cum, there's all sorts of things I can do to create different sensations," she informed me. "Sometimes, if I'm in the mood, I will often pat my pussy lips. Guys call it 'spanking the monkey', so I guess in my case, it would be 'slapping the kitty'!"

Mary began doing just that. Using the palm of her hand fingers down, she rapidly began slapping her mound, cupping her palm over her clit giving it several quick slaps in succession. Only then did she stop slipping two fingers inside her slit slowly toying with herself, though I noticed she kept a more direct contact with her clit with each upward stroke of her hand. I was still absentmindedly touching myself, too engrossed in what she was doing to even notice that I wasn't the least bit self conscious about it now.

"I like watching you," she told me. "Keep doing it. I want to see how it is that you play with yourself so I can learn what it is that you like!"

That almost caused me to stop, but I was feeling too good myself now to worry about it any more. So I began stroking my prick the way I often did, throwing in a twist or two which delighted her as she saw me change tactics, as I began giving myself a variety of differing sensations. Palm over the top, I bent my prick slightly off to one side petting it in this way, actually twisting my hand as I stroked my prick.

"Hmmm, that looks nice," she purred watching me. "What else do you like to do?"

Lust had taken over my thoughts. At this point I wanted to share with her all my naughty little self-pleasuring secrets. Leaning back in my chair, I released my cock which stood stiff and proud before her. I began to actually slap it, one hand, then the other, each one following the other slowly, increasing both the tempo as well as the actual contact as I gradually allowed myself to adjust to the slightly stinging, yet electrifying sensations. As the rapidity of my hands slapping my prick, alternated with a speed that became a blur as she followed along, she too began frigging her clit, fingering her cunt with a speed that began to match my own.

"Will you cum with me?" she asked unnecessarily.

I could only nod my head, already approaching that threshold of ecstasy that was mere moments away.

Switching back to a more conventional means of getting myself off, I began pumping my shaft up and down, matching Mary stroke for stroke as we continued on, watching one another, grinning wickedly.

"You gonna cum soon?" she asked in a husky tone. "Because I am," she warned. 

It was all the warning she gave, as a second or two after that, her face turned crimson, her eyes closing as she tossed herself into the throes of orgasm, convulsing wildly as her head tossed back and forth, one hand pinching her nipple, the other pummeling her pussy wildly.

Watching her climax triggered my own. With an intensity that I had not felt in quite a while, I enjoyed the first hard-felt explosion as my prick released a long thin rope of jisim, which arched high into the air, and surprisingly, a world record distance for myself. Watching it actually landing on her chest was erotic enough. But even the second and third streamers of cream were as powerful as the first, splashing in a nice tight pattern against the bulls eye of her naval.

Mary was more than delighted with the gift she'd received. Sitting down into the chair across from me, she massaged the natural lotion into her tummy as well as her breasts.

"Lots of vitamin E," she said grinning. "Good for the skin!"

We finished our coffee's casually discussing what we'd both learned and witnessed. I was surprised with her nonchalant candor over what we'd just done, but her easygoing attitude quickly calmed whatever reservations I might have had. Sitting there drinking coffee together in the nude afterwards, seemed as natural, and as normal as though I'd been doing it for years.

"This is nice," I finally stated. "I could get used to this," I added.

"I'm glad to hear that," Mary told me. "Because I don't plan on getting dressed until we go out later to do the grocery shopping. Now...what say we get some breakfast started? I'm even more famished than I was when we first came down here!"

I whole heartedly agreed with that, helping Mary wherever I could, making sure I never got in the way. Though being extremely careful when I watched over the bacon, ensuring that none of the grease splattered, accidentally injuring any exposed parts.

Even as we stood at the sink afterwards, washing and drying the breakfast dishes we played. Mary handed me a plate she'd just rinsed. As I began to dry it with the dishtowel, I felt her hand enclose about my newfound erection, giving it a few gentle strokes, maintaining its firmness. Something she had continued to do ever since we'd begun washing the dishes. Even later, as we carried down the laundry to wash, she'd shown me how she sometimes sat atop the washer as it headed into the spin-cycle, giving herself a naughty little tease of sorts, as the vibrations from the washer stimulated her cunt.

"See? Doing chores can be fun can't they?"

I had no argument with that, becoming bolder myself as we straightened up the living room, stepping behind her as she leaned over to dust off the tables, slipping my finger into her pussy from behind, giving her a few lingering strokes as she sighed contentedly, returning the favor moments later as I pushed the vacuum across the floor, with Mary following, stroking my cock as I did.

I found myself chuckling as I put the vacuum away.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

My face flushed. "Don't laugh, but once, several years ago, I used my mother's vacuum to get myself off with," I told her. Surprised that I did on the one hand, but feeling particularly good about feeling comfortable enough to have done so.

"What else have you tried?" she asked honestly interested, sitting down on the couch now that we'd finished our weekend chores. "Tell me everything you've tried," she urged, already beginning to finger her hard nipples as I'd seen her do earlier.

I was still blushing, but the excitement of revealing to her all my dirty secrets seemed exciting to me. And once again, the boldness of my newly discovered frame of mind took over.

"You tell me one of yours, and then I'll tell you one of mine," I suggested.

Mary seemed to like that idea, slipping a finger inside herself now, directing me to sit down next to her on the couch. "Even better, I'll play with you while you tell me something you've done. And then you can play with me, while I tell you something I've done to myself. How's that sound?" 

"It sounds wonderful!" I moaned as her hand already began stroking my prick in much the same way that she'd seen me doing to myself earlier.

We spent the better part of the next hour relating stories to one another, taking turns pleasuring each other. When I came, I was surprised that the intensity was just as strong, just as forceful as it had been earlier that same morning.

"You like Italian?" Mary asked.

"Sure! Love it in fact!" I answered hungrily.

"Well, unfortunately, we'll have to get dressed and go to the store then. But tell you what. I'll fix us a nice supper, we'll pick ourselves up a nice sexy movie to watch afterwards, and make an entire evening of it together. How's that sound?"

"It sounds great!" I said enthusiastically, already looking forward to our evening together even though I had barely finished climaxing no more than a few minutes ago. Even when Jeff called, asking me if I wanted to go out that evening and grab a burger together, I was delighted when I honestly told him "No thanks, I have plans of my own."

As promised, Mary had fixed a wonderfully delicious dinner, after which we retired to the living room in order to watch the movie. Only then did we undress, making ourselves more comfortable, as well as accessible as the movie began. It certainly wasn't an 'X'-rated movie, or anything even close to that. More sensual and suggestive than anything, though a great deal of nudity certainly fueled the fires that Mary had been slowly stroking ever since the show had begun. When it eventually ended, I was anxious to continue our extended foreplay towards a dramatic conclusion. And judging by Mary's reaction so was she!

It certainly wasn't cold. Once she'd turned off the TV set, Mary threw a large thick comforter down on the floor, igniting the gas fireplace a second later, our only source of lighting. It was nice and cozy however as I quickly joined her there down on the floor. After everything we'd done so far today, I was certainly expecting more of the same, and looking forward to it. Happily content to simply finger Mary's delicious quim, and equally just as content to have her jack my cock off with her hand, I lay next to her on the floor anticipating just that. 

"As nice as this evenings been," Mary began. "I think its only fitting that I treat you to something else equally as special too." 

I had no clue as to what she had in mind, even as she suddenly slid further down between my legs. Only when she'd positioned herself kneeling over me slightly did I realize her intent.

The first thought that popped into my mind was Debra and Jeff in the backseat of his car. The sounds as she obviously began sucking his prick, followed closely a short time later by the obvious disgust when he'd emptied himself inside her mouth.

As such, I tensed freezing momentarily as Mary's lips softly engulfed the head of my prick, tickling it lightly with the tip of her tongue. I couldn't have spoken if I'd wanted to. Never before in my entire life had I ever experienced a sensation like this one! As good as it had felt having someone's hand other than your own jerking you off, it was ten times as good, feeling her mouth doing it, and thus like Jeff, I began to see how he hadn't lasted very damn long.

Twice I tried to find a voice with which to speak to her, wanting to warn her, assure her that I wouldn't make the same mistake as my sometimes friend had. Mary's sucking mouth performed magic tricks however; garnering my full attention as I focused completely on the sweet licks of her tongue, gentle nibblings of her teeth as she worked up one side, and then down the other along side my shaft.

Why it's even called a blowjob escapes me. There was no blowing involved at all! Perhaps a "suck job" I thought abstractly. Mary's mouth having now formed a more vacuum like suction about the head of my prick as she actually did suck, still periodically tonguing the super-sensitive head of my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, choosing to use what was rapidly becoming my most favorite word. "Oh my God Mary!" I added to that, feeling my toes tingling, the hair on my head suddenly electrified as though she'd somehow managed to plug herself in to one of the nearby electrical sockets.

And there was no denying it either. She could have sucked and licked me so slowly that even a snail wouldn't have felt it...but I still did. The orgasm had actually begun a long time ago, the moment after she'd wrapped her lips around my dick. I just didn't know it as yet. With superhuman effort, I managed to raise myself up, supporting my weight with my elbows as I glanced down towards her bobbing head. My intent, for what it was worth, to somehow extricate myself from beneath her the moment I felt my climax actually begin. I still wasn't sure if I would find my voice in time, already losing control if not consciousness as my balls tightened, tingled, and alerted me that the first of what would be several delicious squirtings were already on their way.

"Mary! Look out!" I screamed as though warning her away from an onrushing freight train or something, which in a sense, was nearly the same.

If anything, Mary picked up the pace as well as the suction that had all but claimed my soul as she drew it up and out the end of my prick, taking whatever reasoning I still had along with it.

My elbows suddenly turned into Jell-O, and I collapsed unceremoniously back onto the cushioned floor as all ten of my toes began pumping semen, or so it seemed to me anyway. That same familiar "sucking" sound was again heard however, but Mary was drawing every ounce of fluid that I was giving her without screaming hysterically as I'd almost expected her to do. I know I'd actually lost consciousness, that...or entered the twilight zone as the next thing I knew, Mary was lying beside me again, and I was unable to recall any of that happening.

"Been a while since I've actually enjoyed doing that," she told me still running her tongue over her lips.

"You...you actually enjoyed that?" I said bewildered.

"Yes! Didn't you?" she asked in mock surprise that I hadn't. Before I could comment, she continued. "There's only one thing I hate about doing that," she'd begun.

I winced, hearing Debra's angry shriek inside my head.

"What?" I dared ask.

"That I don't get to rub it into my titties afterwards!" she said simply. 

I rolled my head towards her, only then daring to look into her eyes. She was grinning, that same evil wicked grin she'd given me earlier, and the same one that turned me inside out every time she did so. Which is when I also leaned forward and kissed her. Something I hadn't really done before up until now. Oh, we'd kissed. That same sort of affectionate kiss you give a family member. But never one like the one we were suddenly sharing now. If lips and mouths were capable of fucking, ours were. 

I had only 'French-kissed' one other girl before. And only because some stupid spin of a coke bottle on the floor had required me to do so. It seemed silly at the time, but again, I was considerably younger then too. Now, as our tongues caressed one another, as lips sucked lips taking turns, I found a renewed passion within mere moments that frankly took me by surprise. Especially after the earth-shattering climax I had only minutes ago experienced.

We were both breathing...hard, when we finally came up for air. Mary's hand automatically seeking me out, pleased as well as mildly surprised that I was as hard as a rock all over again. I felt a little like Superman, changing the words slightly inside my head as I repeated them to myself.

"Faster than a speeding bullet, getting hard all over again, able to leap back to a full erection, more powerful than a locomotive..."

"Would you like to try licking me?" she asked.

"What?" 

Superman down on his knees, the green glow of Kryptonite weakening him as he fought to preserve his strength, which was rapidly being drawn away.

"I've never done that before," I said anxiously.

"I know, and I understand that. But if you'd like to learn how, I'm willing to teach you," she told me matter of factly.

"What if I'm no good at it?" I said aloud, "Or worse, if I hate it?" I thought secretly. Already feeling guilty about even thinking that after the incredible "suck-job" I'd just been given.

"Scott? You're forgetting the rules here. Just because I did something that I like doing, doesn't mean you're expected or required to do the same."

"But what if you don't like it?" I asked.

Mary laughed. "Somehow, I don't think that's going to happen. Something tells me you're a 'natural'," she said sincerely.

"Ok, but no promises!" I said stupidly.

"None accepted," she answered back giggling.

I slid down between her legs and lay there for a moment just looking at her. I still found staring at her pussy a fascinating experience anyway, but now...going into an area I didn't even know existed was like finding out Space Mountain at Disney Land really did go into space!

"Now what?" I asked nervously, causing her to laugh all over again.

"Like I told you before Scott, take your time. Just do whatever it is you feel like doing. Don't worry, if I don't like something, I'll tell you. But short of actually biting my clit off, I don't think there's anything I can't tolerate or won't enjoy. So...just explore me with your lips and tongue. I'll guide you along," she promised.

Having been given that assurance, I eased myself closer to her, first catching her heated scent, finding it both intoxicating as well as pleasurable.

"You can fuck me with your nose if you really want to, I'm game for just about anything. But the intent here was for you to use your tongue and your mouth," she instructed me as I realized I'd all but buried my nose inside the opening of her pussy.

"Sorry," I replied, inching back.

Once again she laughed. "Like I said, you can pretty much do whatever you want to, including your nose if you wish."

I licked her. She moaned. So I licked her again, this time just grazing that pearl she'd shown me earlier. She moaned again, this time even longer more deeply.

"Like I said, you're a natural!"

I began to flick her clit with my tongue, keeping the touch soft, light and feathery. She put her hands on my head, fingers intertwining themselves in my hair. Obviously, whatever I was doing, she liked it.

"Oh fuck!" she said using my now favorite word.

Like she'd done to me, I alternated my teasing. Slowly, languishly drawing my tongue up the sweet tasting furrow of her slit, then almost savagely attacking her clit with a series of quick thrusting stabs of my tongue.

"Am I doing it right?" I asked teasingly.

"Shut up and eat me! I'll let you know if you do anything wrong!" she responded.

I grinned, nipped her clit with my teeth. She slapped the side of my head. Not hard enough to hurt, but playfully.




Mary



"Ok, do that again," she said.

I nipped her clit again, then sucked it, flicked it with my tongue, and went back to sliding my tongue back up her slit as slowly as I could manage it before repeating the process all over again.

"Oh my God...you really are a natural at doing this!" she groaned honestly enjoying it.

When Mary came, it was as though a damn had broken loose or something. If I'd thought she was wet before, it was nothing in comparison to the way she was now. Nearly drowning, I all but buried my face in her pussy as her hands once again held me there, quivering, actually crying out saying my name over and over again. God that sounded good.

Once again, we both fell asleep for a while afterwards, waking up sometime in the middle of the night. Only this time I was still comfortably situated between her legs, and this time, I went first.

When it was my turn again, I'd forgotten all about poor Debra's surprise, enjoying my second "suck-job" entirely from start to finish. And even better, this time Mary saved some for her tits too. When morning came, we got up, showered, and masturbated one another in the bathroom before heading downstairs for breakfast where we all but cooked everything there was to eat in the kitchen.

#

Graduation is only a few days away now. Everyone at school is talking about the big dance and all the parties scheduled for afterwards. Mary asked me what I was planning on doing. And I told her I wasn't planning on going to the dance. There was a really nice hotel restaurant that I've been wanting to try. So I told her that. She of course made reservations for us for dinner. What she doesn't know is that I also reserved what they call the 'honeymoon suite', complete with a heart shaped bed, as well as a sunken tub. Though I'm finally graduating from high school, I'm hoping that I will also be graduating into manhood. The finals for that one have me a little worried. But as Mary has proven to be the best teacher I've ever studied under, I have expectations of eventually passing that class with honors too.

I still think of, and miss my parents. But I often thank my mother silently during the night for sending me such a wonderful friend and companion, whose name I will forever cherish.

Mary.



Mary



Note: This was my firt attempt at erotica (quite a while back), and it's pretty tame. At the time, I liked READING about hot, sweaty, and taboo love, but I was a little embarrassed to actually WRITE the naughty parts. In fact, I did a little quick surgery on the ending before posting this here. In the first version I couldn't quite bring myself to write the climax scene; instead I left the poor couple to hump away forever. I've fixed that little omission by including a little emission.

***

"So," said Mary, "how come you haven't made a pass at me?"

"Sorry?"

"'Sorry I didn't hear you', or 'Sorry I haven't made a pass at you'?"

I looked over at the 18 year old in the seat next to me, then stalled for time by concentrating on the road. The interstate was wide open in both directions, with absolutely no other cars in sight. I did a pretty good job of making it look as though driving in a straight line took a lot of skill and concentration.

"I mean," she said, "last night we slept in the same room, for God's sake." 

"That's my fault," I said. "I never thought the motels in that berg would be booked up. In the middle of nowhere, and it's like there's a convention in town." We barreled down I-80. "Speaking of nowhere, any idea where we are now?"

She consulted the map. "Still Wyoming. Coming up on Rock Springs."

It was starting to get dark. "I think Rock Springs is where we make camp tonight," I said.

"OK." She looked at me. I watched her via peripheral vision; watching her watch me. "So?" she said.

"So?" I said.

"So... why?"

I sighed. "OK, let's see. I'm 40. You're 18."

"So?"

"So, you're young enough to be my daughter. Your best friend IS my daughter. That makes me too old for you. Times two. In fact, I should basically be invisible to you." 

"You're not," she said. "You're hot. In case you didn't know. You have all these muscles, but you don't act like you know you're hot. Which makes you hotter."

I watched the road.

"And," she said, "you're not drooling after me and pawing around. You're like this safe hot guy who's not after me, and that's... well, intriguing."

"'Intriguing.' Good word. Good to have in the old high school vocabulary."

"Geez, you're not going to talk about this, are you?"

I watched the road. Rock Springs Exit, the sign said. 5 miles.

"I sleep in the nude, you know."

"What?" I said.

"I sleep in the nude, usually. Last night I wore clothes for you."

The road. Straight line. Rock Springs Exit, 2 miles.

"Me too."

"What?" she said.

"I sleep naked at home. I wore boxers for you."

"Oh," she said.

We pulled off the interstate at the Elk Street exit, and looked for motels. "There," she said. "'Vacancy. Air Conditioning, Cable TV, Pool, Spa, Sauna. $40.99'"

I aimed for the sign, and parked the pickup in one of the few open parking slots. We got out, stretched, and walked to the lobby. I was tired, and my back was killing me.

"One room left," the clerk said. "King bed." He looked from me to Mary, then back again. "That OK?"

"Any rooms with two beds?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. I waited. "All taken, though," he said.

"Got rollaway beds?"

"You bet," he said. "All taken."

"Can you recommend another motel?"

"Sure. But I can tell you that they're pretty much all booked. We only have the one room open here because the guy that had it had to leave because his meeting was moved up or something."

"What could be going on in a place this size that has all the rooms booked?"

He looked offended at the suggestion that his town wasn't worthy. "Don't know, except that it's summer, and there are a lot of people on the interstate. Like you." He looked at us. "Do you want the room?"

"Yes," Mary said. I looked at her.

"Major credit card," said the clerk.

I registered and got room keys. "Drug store around?" I asked. "My back is killing me."

"Yup. On Center Street, about a mile. Closed, though. We have some ibuprofen here, I could sell you."

"I'll take it," I said. 

"Poor baby," said Mary.

We grabbed our bags out of the truck and walked to room 106. I opened the door and held it for Mary. She put down her bag and dived onto the bed, rolling over in midair so that she landed on her back. 

"Nice," I said. She smiled at me. 

"Hungry?"

"Nope," she said. "We ate, like, an hour ago."

"More like three," I said. "I'm going to take a hot shower, see if I can get my back to un-kink."

"OK, I'm gonna watch TV."

The shower was hot and felt good, but my back didn't loosen up. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me, and went out to find my bag and pop some ibuprofen. Mary was already under the covers. The lights were off, but I could see her face in the glow from the television set. I rummaged around in my bag, found the small bottle of pills I'd bought, shook out and swallowed four of them. I was so tired, I could barely stand upright.

"Come to bed," said Mary. "You're going to fall over."

I tottered over to the bed, stripped off the towel, and lay face down, pulling the sheet over me. 

"How's your back?" she asked.

"It hurts," I said.

"Too much driving," she said. She moved closer and began massaging me, rubbing her hands up and down my back. As she moved, her body touched the back of my hand and I could feel that she was naked. So was I, I realized. Suddenly, I was wide-awake.

"How does this feel?" she asked, as she straddled my legs. She was concentrating on my lower back, kneading up and down the big muscles like a pro.

"Great," I answered honestly. "Really, great." She worked on me there for a while, then her hands moved lower, onto my ass, still kneading. "Feel good?" she asked.

"I'm no expert," I said, "but I know I'm not supposed to let the teenage girl play with my butt."

"Relax," Mary said. "I'm a professional."

"You're not," I said. "You're a high school student." I rolled over and took her hands in mine, keeping them away from me. The light from the TV dimly illuminated her naked body, and suddenly I couldn't catch my breath. She was beautiful, amazing. And so young. Pert breasts; narrow waist; curving flare of hips. I forced myself to look at her face. She looked back at me, then her eyes slowly moved down my body, and back up again until she was looking into my eyes.

"What?" she said. "What's wrong?"

I chuckled. "Nothing. I'm naked, in bed with my daughter's best friend, who's also naked, and she's massaging my ass. After asking why I haven't made a pass at her. Everything's fine."

"OK," she said, "you're paranoid. Listen: we both sleep in the nude, so that's cool. You're my ride, and your back hurts, and I'm trying to help. You need to chill."

"Let's just try to go to sleep, shall we?" I said. I guided her back to her side of the bed, and (I couldn't help it) patted her naked butt cheek. "Good night," I said.

"Fine." She sounded tense. I knew how she felt.

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When I woke up the next morning, Mary was giving me a blow job. I didn't realize it right away, since I didn't wake up all at once. I became aware of things slowly, one at a time.

I'd been dreaming – an erotic dream, coincidentally. In my dream, I was naked on the secluded beach near the resort in Mexico where my daughter and I vacationed last summer. In real life Jennie had kept her suit on while I sunbathed nude, but in my dream she was gloriously naked as well. She rubbed suntan lotion on my back, my legs, and my ass. She gave lots of attention to my ass, turning her hand sideways and working the lotion between my cheeks, and onto my balls where they showed between my slightly spread legs.

"Wow," Dream-Me said. "Mary does my ass the same way."

"Turn over", she said. Turn over, I did.

Jennie spread lotion onto my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. She straddled me, and as her hands slowly worked their way down my chest and onto my stomach, her crotch moved down until it was resting on my penis.

"Oh my goodness, Daddy," she said. She scooted down to straddle my knees, looked at my raging hard-on, then up at me, then back down again. "Did I do this?"

"Yes. I'm sorry, Baby" I said.

"No, Daddy, I'M sorry! It's my fault," she said. "I'll fix it."

She poured some lotion onto one hand, rubbed her hands together, then placed them both around my penis, moving them slowly up and down. "Does this feel good?"

"Oh yes, Baby, that feels great," I said. I'd been hot for her for so long, but kept it bottled up inside like a good father should. It had never occurred to me that she might want me, too. I watched my daughter's large breasts jiggle a little as her hands moved up and down my shaft, one hand circling around to play with my balls every few strokes. I reached up to caress her breasts, then put my hands on her back and pulled her down to me for a passionate kiss; all the while, her hands moved up and down my rigid member. I took one breast into my mouth, circling my tongue around her areola, teasing her. Then I pulled her nipple into my mouth, forcefully. She groaned and put her hands on my chest.

"I'm going to suck you now, Daddy," she said, moving down my body. "Do you want me to? You're big, but I'm going to try to get all of you into my mouth. Is that OK?" Without waiting for an answer, she leaned down and began licking up and down my shaft.

As I woke, I realized that I while I was on my back, I wasn't on a beach. Probably also not in Mexico. I looked down the length of my body and saw that the girl wasn't Jennie, it was Mary. Her lips were down to the root of my erect penis – she was deep throating me. Her head moved up slowly, and as the shaft emerged from her mouth she wrapped both hands around it and twisted them gently so that although only the head was in her mouth, all of me was still being touched, stimulated. Down went her head, and then back up. Down. Up. Down. I knew that I should do something. "Oh God," I said.

Up. I watched the head of my dick pop out of her mouth. She gave it a little swirly thing with her tongue, then her eyes moved from down there to look up at me. She smiled. "Good morning," she said. Her hands never stopped moving, twisting, touching me. Her hands and my rod were wet from her saliva. It felt so good. I wanted it to never stop.

"Stop," I said. She stopped moving her hands, but didn't remove them from me. "We can't do this."

She looked down at her hands, holding me. "Apparently we can, silly," she said. She smiled at me again.

In the morning light, I could see all of her. Brown eyes, and long dark brown hair that hung down and formed a sort of curtain for what she was doing with her hands. She was beautiful, something I hadn't allowed myself to see before. A small girl, with a small but perfect face. Her body, too, was perfect, all toned muscles and tan and the glow of youth. I gave myself permission to concentrate on the good parts: her breasts were small but full, with hard nipples that showed her excitement. No tan line. I looked down. Her vulva was shaved clean. I could see the tan line of what I guessed was the smallest swimsuit bottom ever created. Thong, I thought absently.

She watched me. "Checking me out," she said. "What do you think?"

Sigh. "I think that you look incredible."

"Thanks," said Mary. "You too."

"And that you're really good at this." She smiled. "And that it's been a long dry spell for me."

"I know that," said Mary.

"And I think that if she knew what we were doing, Jennie would disown me."

"Wrong," she said. "This was her idea."

I sat up, took her hands in mine, and moved them to neutral territory. I looked into her eyes. "What," I said, "are you saying?"

She moved off of me and rolled onto her stomach. I looked at her ass, also perfect. And fully tanned. Definitely a thong.

"Jennie loves you," she said. "Very much. She knows that you haven't had sex or even a date since your wife died. She wants you to be happy.

"And," said Mary, "she loves me, too. And she knows that I want you. Which is why she asked you to let me hitch a ride with you to my grandparents' town. We sort of conspired to have me take you to bed."

I thought about that. "Do your grandparents really live out here?"

"No," she said.

"Where do your parents think you are?"

"Conveniently, they're on vacation. Europe. Rome, in fact. I'm pretty much free to do whatever I want, for another two weeks."

I thought about that, too.

"You're a very nice man," she said, looking at me. "Very honorable. Jennie says that you've never touched her, and that you don't try to sneak peeks at her or anything. You're trying to be the perfect gentleman with me, too, but I'm telling you that you don't have to be. I'm no virgin." She pushed the hand closest to me under her body, down past her hip, and down further. Her ass began to wiggle a little, and I could tell that she was fingering herself. She let out a little moan.

So," she said, still looking at me, "are we going to fuck, or are you just too damned honorable?"

I watched her ass wiggle for a few seconds while I thought about it all, and I decided that I was indeed honorable, but only human. I rolled over on top of her. 

"Mmmm," said Mary. 

I ran my hand down her back, and down her butt cheeks, and she spread her legs. I moved my hand to my amazingly hard member, and rubbed it up and down her wet lips until I found the sweet spot. I pushed. She was so tight. I pushed some more, and slowly filled her up.

"Unnngh," she said. "God, you're big."

With that ego boost to spur me on I pulled out slowly, then rammed myself back into her. My hips smacked her ass with an audible, well, 'smack.'

"Oh!" said Mary. I kissed the top of her shoulders and the back of her neck, and scootched my hands between her and the bed so that I could hold her breasts. I pulled out again, then pushed back in. Slowly out and in, then faster, working into a good rhythm. I played with her nipples and bit into her shoulder a little as my hips pistoned against her. 

I felt the familiar tingle already starting deep within me, readying me. "Mary, I'm afraid this isn't going to last very long."

"Do it," she said. Her breath was coming in little pants and moans and gasps. "Don't pull out... I'm on the pill."

I grabbed her hips and started really pounding into her ass, driving myself deep into her with every thrust, and the headboard began to bang against the wall. Some joker in the next room started slapping his side of the wall in syncopated rythym.

Mary was uttering a little "Uhn... uhn... uhn..." grunting chant as I slammed into her. She pushed her butt a little higher, and her chant changed to a low, continuous moan. I moved one hand around and began to rub her pussy, then her clit.

"Ahhh, God," she moaned. "You're making me cum... AHHHH YEAH, I'M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!!!" Head whipped back and forth below me, and her moans turned into a high-pitched wail. I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my erection, quickly taking me over the edge.

"ME... TOO!" I drove deeply into her one last time and groaned as my orgasm began.

"Oh, I can feel you, I feel it shooting into me," Mary said. "Yeah, Daddy, cum for me." I reached around and grabbed her breasts, forcing myself even deeper as I emptied into her.

Finally I was spent. I kissed her back and shoulders again, then gently rolled off of her. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Mary snuggled into me and rested her head on my chest. 

"That was excellent," she said. "You're a great lover."

I said, "'Daddy'?"

She looked up at me. "Oops. Did I say that?"

"Yep."

She put her head back down on my chest. "Sorry, just a little fantasy I have going." Her hand snaked its way down to my penis, which instantly began to harden again."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah. Which reminds me: I'm supposed to tell you," she said, "that Jennie has been sneaking into your room to watch you masturbate. And that she wants to make love with you, too."

"I'm going to Hell," I said.

She pushed herself off the bed and straddled me. "Well if you're already going to Hell," she said as she slowly slid down onto my cock, "we might as well do this again..." 



Mary



Mary opened her eyes and for a moment she could not recall what she was to attribute the great excitement to. She looked about herself and realized that sun had been high above the roof of the Lovington Manor already. 

William, shot through her mind. Of course! Darling William was returning home, even if just for a short visit. Mary pushed the bedcovers off and jumped out of bed. "Mother!" she yelled in panic even though she was aware her mother could not hear her this far from her own chambers. "Mother!" she continued gasping nonetheless as she ran down the corridor, quite oblivious to the fact that she was wearing only her nightgown and that male servants might be about the wide halls of the sleeping chambers. 

She forced her pace into an impatient hurried walk as she approached her mother's quarters. It would not do for her to burst in front of a frail old woman like a crazed wench with no mind for manners. Just as she was about to carefully turn the knob, the door opened and she jumped aside with a yelp. 

"What in the name of the Devil are you doing, you foolish girl?" the voice of her father boomed overhead and in one quick moment she became painfully aware of her lack of garments, the messy hair, and general appearance of impropriety. 

"I am sorry, Father." she whispered and felt herself blushing. "But, I was so excited about William's arrival and I was not awoken early, and..." 

"Speak up, girl!" interrupted her father. "And stop babbling!" he added cruelly. "And for God's sake, put some clothes on."

"Yes, Father." Curtsied Mary, but remained standing still, hoping to be able to gain entrance to her mother's chamber. 

Ambrose Percy followed his daughter's eyes towards the door, which he had closed behind him only a moment earlier. "Do not disturb your Mother, child. She is not well, again." He said and gently pushed her away and towards her own room. 

"Oh?" Mary's great happiness seemed instantly tainted by concern for her mother's well being. 

"She has just overtired herself with preparations for Will's return, is all." said Mary's father with a gentler voice. "She had ordered that you not be disturbed and allowed to sleep as late as you wished this morning. You shall have to be the mistress of the house tonight, I daresay." 

Mary tried to keep up with her father's long strides and found herself half running like a silly child. "Perhaps I should look in on Mother..." she tried again and stopped. 

"No, no..." Percy grabbed his daughter's elbow and pulled her after him gently. "There is nothing wrong with her, child. She just needs some rest, is all. You'd better wash and dress yourself," he ran his stern dark eyes over Mary's nightgown and as they paused at her bare feet, she found herself shivering somewhat in fright as well as with a slight chill that hung in the corridor. "Then you should check on the cooks and make sure Will's room is all ready for him." 

Mary nodded and feeling she was ten years old again, obediently rushed to her room to do as her father had ordered. She knew William's quarters were ready for him. Cleaned to perfection with new bedding and freshly cut flowers everywhere. She made sure of that over the past week as she so eagerly awaited her brother's return from overseas. Still, there were things to do and she had been foolish enough to sleep late, although, she said quietly to herself, it had hardly been her fault that nobody came to wake her. 

She stayed up very late the previous night, hoping against hope that William might not stop at an inn on his way home and spend the night. But of course, he would want to give his horse and himself rest from the long and often dangerous trip across English countryside, she chastised herself. She knew that all too well, and yet, somewhere deep in her heart she had hoped he had wanted to see her, as well as Mother and Father badly enough to ignore the offer of a warm ale and no doubt an uncomfortable bed before he arrived to Lovington Manor. 

It had been good ten years since her brother left their family home for musical education on the continent where, under the guidance of master Giovanni Battista he perfected his skills as a violinist and was now a frequent guest at different courts throughout the continent. 

It had pained Mary somewhat that despite the long absence from home, William had decided to spend the first few weeks of his return at the Court of King Charles, rather than rush back to the embrace of his family, which missed him very much, particularly Mary herself. Scolded by her mother for such foolishness when she dared express her disappointment earlier in the week, she decided to keep her mouth shut on the matter and simply rationalize the need for William to make his name at English court before he travelled the rest of the way to his childhood home. 

Excited by the prospect of all her siblings gathering under the same roof for a reunion raised her spirits and for a few moments she almost forgot about her ailing mother, who was often weak and had spent most of her days in bed or simply sitting in the garden, soaking in the feeble warmth of the early autumn sun. There were good days of course, when she was able to read or do needlework and even attend an occasional social gathering, however, it seemed to Mary that each good day was inevitably followed by a longer period of complete rest than the one before. It pained her greatly to see her mother suffer even though in the moments of madness she sometimes wondered whether her mother's condition might have been more than simply true illness. She scolded herself fiercely each time those thoughts entered her mind and spent long hours praying for forgiveness, hoping that her mother's heart was nothing but pure, exactly like her own. 

Mary returned to her chamber in the east wing of the Manor House and rather than calling upon her maid Margaret to help her with the toilette and the dress, she sat in the window, pulling her legs to her chest, just as she did when she was a young girl, her eyes searching the beautiful garden outside where she and William and her sisters have spent many happy days as children. 

Silly Willie she used to call him to his great chagrin. Or, little Willie sometimes, for he was so small and delicate then, even if he was two years her senior. She remembered his eyes, dark like hers, welling up with tears when she teased him too long and then she would hug him and ask for his forgiveness, assuring him that she loved him like no other, not even her beautiful foal Bella, whom she adored and spent numerous days riding throughout her father's estate. 

She remembered how soft his honey-coloured curls had felt under her fingers when she would pull them off his face in order to kiss his forehead after he had fallen and hurt himself. She remembered his small body trembling next to hers in bed when Georgina, the eldest of their sisters maliciously teased them both and threatened with a ghost who, according to her lived in the bushes at the bottom of the garden. She smiled now, thinking of the silly things they both believed, William and her, how they held each other's hands tight and with careful steps crossed the garden, brave in words but not in their hearts, determined to come to the bottom of the ghost mystery. And when the bushes shook and there was a horrific shriek, they would scream and still holding each other run back to the house, calling for their mother to come to their rescue, wondering if the howl truly came from some terrifying entity or if it had just been Georgina playing her silly games again. 

Mary recalled numerous hours when she kept quiet company to William as he was practicing violin while she did needlepoint, enjoying the soft notes that his little fingers evoked out of an instrument, which rather small still seemed quite big compared to the tiny boy who tried to make it work properly. 

They both cried bitter tears when Georgina and Emilia were married off to Lords from the Midlands and they were aware that their childhood was over, as they had known it. They promised each other then, on the eve of their last remaining sister Anne's departure with her new husband, that they would stay together forever, never parting ways, never losing the close friendship they had had. The promise, of course, was broken less than a year later, when at the age of twelve, William was sent to the continent for education, under the scholarship of his Grace the King, and Mary was left behind to care for their ailing mother. 

She remembered the last glance that she had caught of William, his tiny body disappearing inside her father's coach with the family coat of arms on the back and it seemed to her like something big and dark had just swallowed her delicate little brother. His pale face appeared at the window in the back for a moment and she could tell he was shedding tears, just as bitter as hers, even though she tried to be brave for him and not cause him distress over his departure. 

Mary cried for weeks after William had left, begging her father foolishly that William come back or perhaps she could even join him. She had known that those pleas were fruitless, if not exactly outrageous, but she could not help herself. On the day William had left Lovington manner, she felt as if something had died inside her and despite her mother's reassurances that things would be back to normal soon, she had never ceased grieving over the loss of her siblings, particularly her only brother. 

"Goodness me!" A sudden cry startled Mary out of her deep thoughts and she jumped in fright. "What is wrong, child?" Margaret rushed towards Mary and before the latter could pull herself together, took her in her arms, and gently embraced her. Only then did Mary realize that her face was wet with tears and she chastised herself for her foolishness. 

"Tis a happy day today, Mary." Said Margaret gently as she stepped away and gently wiped the wet cheeks with her hands. "Master William is coming home, there is no need for crying." 

Mary smiled through the tears and stuttered through sobs. "I know. Oh, I know. I am just being foolish, Margaret." She said and ran her fingers through her long, unbrushed hair. "I've just been thinking of times past, when Willie was but a wee lad and we played in the garden." She said and tried hard not to start crying again, for her heart was breaking at the mere thought that William would only be at the Manor for a few days, and even before his arrival, she was dreading the moment when he would leave again. Leave her alone in a big and lonely house. 

"Oh," moaned Margaret gently. "You foolish, foolish girl. You do not want William to see you have been crying, do you now? If you do not stop, there will be nothing I can do to hide your swollen eyes, Mary."

Mary nodded and pointed towards the dress, which was carefully laid out on the chair next to her bed. "I have finished the dress last night." She said, grateful that the faithful maid's attention was away from her face for a moment. 

"Yes, and tis a beautiful dress, too, Mary. You've outdone yourself this time, I have to say." Said Margaret admiringly and walked towards the dress, running her hands above the material, not touching it as if afraid she might ruin it if she did so. "At first," Margaret looked towards her charge with guilt in her eyes, "I thought black might be too harsh, you see." She said and smiled. "But then, when you've slashed the sleeves with red, well..." Margaret looked at the dress admiringly again. "Tis beautiful."

Mary beamed. "Look!" she pointed and took the delicate silk in her hands. "I've slashed the back and the front of the dress skirts, Margaret, and padded it with red. Is it not grand?" 

"A clever girl, you are, Mary." Said Margaret approvingly and finally touched her fingertips against the delicate material. "Someday, you will make a fine wife..." she stopped in the middle of the sentence and closed her eyes in frustration. How foolish of her to be bringing up the subject of marriage to Mary, when there were no courtiers to be seen any more. At nearly twenty-four Mary was the last of the Percy daughters to remain unmarried and the prospects were dim. Margaret knew all to well of Mary's fears that her father might marry her off to someone she had never seen, someone with money and perhaps a good name, yet she was also aware that the romantic little soul of Mary's could not stand being given away to an old man who cared nothing for her, rather lusted over her father's estates and connections, which Ambrose Percy's position at court would inevitably bring. 

Mary frowned as if trying to push away a nasty thought and quick as silver, Margaret changed the subject. "Never mind that now, child. William is coming home and all is well with the world. Come now," she skipped around Mary as if she was a young girl and not a tired old woman of fifty with arthritic fingers and bad back. "We have to wash you up, my Lady and put this beautiful dress on. Master William could be knocking on the door at any moment." She said and quietly felt relieved when she realized Mary's face cleared with happiness over the thought her brother's arrival. 

"That's better, now." She said and firmly led Mary in front of the big mirror at the toilette table. "What shall we do with your hair today?" she asked and gently caressed beautiful black mane of her mistress. 

"Leave it lose over my back, I think." Said Mary and turned her head this way and that. "Perhaps you could weave in some red little flowers to match the dress, Margaret." Said Mary.

"Flowers, Mary? But they will not last long enough, I daresay. You do know, your father is taking you and William to a dance tonight, do you not?"

"Oh, yes!" exclaimed Mary. "Lord Northumberland is throwing a party for William." She said and beamed. "I made little red flowers from the silk that I had left over, Margaret." She said proudly and pointed to the small basket on the table, which Margaret had failed to notice earlier. 

"Oh, my." Whispered Margaret. "They are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. So delicate."

She wanted to tell how stunning Mary would look in her new dress, with her smooth, long hair covering her back all the way to the waist, specked with little red flowers. Yet, she knew better than to tread down that path. Mary, although attractive, was not a beautiful woman. Tall and slim, she lacked the curves that her sisters were gifted with. Mary's kind face did not have the beauty of her sister Georgina and the art of flirtation was foreign to her, despite having watched Anne and Emilia break young hearts with their playful coquettishness when they were still living at the Manor. 

"I think you will look grand, Mary." Said Margaret. "I really do. Now come, we've work to do, you and I."

Mary smiled and was quietly grateful for Margaret's kindness. She was only too aware of how other people saw her. Tall and awkward, painfully shy and perhaps even slightly simple. She had found that kindness is often exploited in people and lack of a sharp tongue understood as a sign of simplicity. She cared not. Today, she cared not at all. William was coming home and all was well with the world. 

* * *

It was in the early afternoon when finally Mary heard her father's excited voice calling to her to come down and greet her brother. "Mary! Mary!" he yelled before he opened the door and rushed out to meet the coach, which had just pulled up in the courtyard. 

Mary stood at the window on the second floor, dressed in her black and red dress, hair brushed for so long until it looked and felt like the silk of her dress, dotted with delicate red flowers that she had spent hours making with a painstaking precision. Her heart thundered in her chest and all she wanted was to run downstairs and straight into her brother's arms, yet she could not move. She simply stood by the window, observing the small door of the coach open and a tall, dark man step out, greeting her father with a tight embrace. The two men spoke for a while and Mary fidgeted impatiently, waiting for William to appear. She pictured him to be exactly like he had been; small in stature, with light coloured, curly hair, perhaps even slightly nervous, like a delicate bird looking out for danger. She also wondered whom this stranger talking to her father in such a familiar way was. Probably someone from Court, she reasoned. From time to time Ambrose Percy would invite one of the King's men to join them for dinner, when their way led them all the way to the north of England. Even her own father was more of a visitor to their Manor than a constant resident. Duties at Court demanded most of his time and when he did have a day or two off, it was not enough to even make it back north, let alone spend some time there. 

Mary often wondered whether her mother's condition had anything to do with her husband's constant absence from the household. She must have been so very lonely sometimes, especially after the children were gone and only Mary remained to keep her company. Mary shuddered to think what would happen if she indeed was to be married off as she often feared. 

No time for such thoughts, she scorned herself. William is here!

The dark stranger lifted his eyes and searched the house from the outside. His glance seemed to pause on Mary and to her astonishment he waved at her and smiled. She took a step away from the window, surprised and somewhat taken aback. Thoughts whirled around her head, a great number of them, and she felt herself blushing. The man was handsome indeed and her foolish little heart had let her know it.

Who was this man? Could it be her brother's tutor, the great Giovanni Battista? Surely not. The man continued waving and smiling at her and she gathered courage to wave back, although still puzzled as how he had come to know her. 

Impatient and slightly annoyed over her brother's unwillingness to step out of the coach, she tapped her foot against the wooden floors. "Lady Mary?" she heard a voice behind her and spun around with a whimper. Norbert, father's faithful servant at court who always came to extend his duties at their Manor whenever father returned stood behind her and smiled gently. 

"Oh," she sighed in relief. "You gave me a fright there, Norbert." She said and almost curtsied. Only at the last moment she caught herself and remained still. There would be no explaining such mistake, should she be foolish enough to make it. 

"I apologize for that, I meant no harm." He said and the smile on his face grew wider as he looked out the window, following Mary's gaze. "Will you not go to see your brother? You have been so impatient these past few days, and now that he has finally arrived, you stand here, almost unwilling to greet him."

"Of course I will," she smiled awkwardly. "But where..." she asked and to her great amazement, she noticed that the coach was pulling away, a large chest sitting between her father and the dark man, and no other person in sight. 

"Oh, my Lord..." she whispered softly. She opened her eyes wider as if that would help her see better, knowing that her eyes were not deceiving her. "It cannot be. Surely, it cannot be." She said as she realized her mistake. 

"Yes," Norbert's gentle voice encouraged her. "He has changed, has he not? He is not a little boy you last saw, Lady Mary." Mary felt a pang of jealousy. Of course, her father had been to Italy a few times over the past ten years and he had seen her brother change. So, has Norbert. To her mother's great chagrin, Norbert seemed to be more of a companion to her father than she had ever been, at least since Mary could remember. Perhaps there were happy times for her mother when she first married her father, although she never discussed her past with Mary. 

"Come, my Lady," said Norbert gently. "Let us go and greet your brother. He must be exhausted after the long trip and there is a party you are to attend tonight. Let us make him comfortable. It has been a long time since he had been here last."




Mary



Obediently, like a child, she followed the servant down the stairs and into the main parlour, her legs unsteady, her heart pounding violently. Just as she reached the front door of the Manor, it opened and there she was, faced with the handsome dark stranger she had just seen exit the carriage moments earlier.

"Mary!" exclaimed the man and she was astonished to realize that from up close, she could recognize the features of her little brother in this grown man. There were his eyes, big and dark and warm, yet seemingly impenetrable. And then there was the smile, a wide, beautiful smile, which she still remembered from all those years ago. 

"William!" she responded and stepped towards this familiar stranger, determined to greet him warmly and hide her astonishment over how much he had changed. William had caught her in mid step and pressed her slim body against his own, large and muscular. He held her in his arms tight, burying his face in her hair and for a moment it had seemed that she could not breathe. This handsome man, this embodiment of masculinity was her brother. Who would have thought? Went through her mind as her entire body clung to his in a desperate attempt to show him just how much she had missed him. 

"Oh, William!" she finally managed to break the embrace and take a step away from him as if to see him better. "You have changed so very much, William. I would not have recognized you were I to bump into you in the village." She said and gently caressed his cheek. There were no curls to push off his forehead. His once light hair was now very dark and wavy, surely difficult to keep neat and proper, thought Mary. 

William threw his head back and roared a booming laughter, quite unlike what she would have expected from her once painfully shy brother. "Well, do not tell me I changed for the worse, sister." Mary shook her head vigorously. "You are the same as you were, however." He said and measured her with his eyes. "Beautiful just as I remember. And your hair..." he took a generous lock of it between his fingers and gently caressed it. "Yes, exactly as I had remembered." He repeated and looked deep into her eyes. 

"Now, now..." the voice of their father's interrupted their moment of nostalgia. "Your mother is waiting, my son. There will be plenty of time for reminiscing." He said and pulled his son after him. Suddenly, Mary felt alone and almost abandoned. She looked after her brother as he dashed up the stairs, taking two at the time, obviously eager to greet his mother, whom had not seen him as long as Mary. When he reached the top of the staircase, he turned and faced Mary. He said not a word, but Mary felt as if her entire being was melting. It was a feeling she had never had before, strange yet magical. Dizzy from the excitement she staggered into the kitchen to make certain the dinner was ready and all was in order. 

* * *

William assured everyone that he needed no rest from the travel, as he had rested but an hour away from his childhood home the previous night. Despite trying not to feel disappointed over that revelation, Mary felt a tiny sting in her heart. If it had been her, she thought, she would have walked home if need be, not stay at some strange and unwelcoming place full of dodgy characters, when your childhood home stood barely an hour horse ride away. 

Father and William talked constantly as they left Lady Percy's bedchambers, before dinner, during and afterwards, as they were preparing to go to the ball thrown by a distant relative in William's honour. 

Mary wished she had some quiet time with her brother alone, however, the questions and answers seemed to pour from the two men and she could barely interrupt even for a moment to inquire over something she did not understand very well. It seemed to Mary as if she would not be missed at all were she to disappear from the parlour where William and their father smoked and drank sherry, talked and joked, and talked some more. Most of the talk was over political matters of England and Europe, quite foreign to Mary, who had no mind or interest in anything so abstract. 

Quietly, she slipped out of the parlour and decided to stretch her legs in the garden, walking the carefully constructed paths between the beautiful rose bushes, some of them planted by herself, and catch the last light of the day before it was time to leave for the party. 

Her heart was still swollen with happiness over William's return, yet she was confused. This was not her brother, as she had known him. Not a scared little rabbit, who although older than herself always searched for rescue in her arms, always looking up to her, admiring all she did, cherishing everything she said. No, this was someone completely different. This tall, dark and devilishly handsome young man was foreign to her, and she was almost certain it was not just the ten years of his absence from the Manor. His profession was that of a respected musician, sought after by kings and queens of Europe, frequent and much welcomed guest among the powerful from Portugal to Russia. 

This worldly man, whose fingers could entice the sweetest music out of a dead instrument, did not look delicate, as she had pictured him he would have been. Endless hours shut off in a room somewhere, practicing until his fingertips bled -- he had told her so in one of his early letters, before he stopped writing -- looked anything but a gentile musician. He had an appearance of a strong and determined man, not a romantic soul such as Mary had pictured him he would have been. 

She had approached the bottom of the garden far back behind the Manor house, where the greenery and the trees were the thickest, building a natural wall from curious intruders who might be lurking about. For an instant she regretted that she did not bring her dogs. The bushes, which Georgina used to scare her with still left her shivering in wonderment sometimes, she had to admit it, if only to herself. 

At the same time, that part of the garden, somewhat unkempt, bushes and flowers left to grow as they willed was the most beautiful and she loved to walk through it, even though she never quite found enough courage to sit and rest there. Lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps grinding against the pebbles of the path she had just walked and her stomach dropped, her heart speeding up and for a moment she opened her mouth in a silent scream. Before she could let out a sound, however, she felt a pair of strong hands on her shoulders and her entire body shook in fright. 

"Mary!" a familiar voice floated from behind her and it had taken all her might not to scream, but to her great relief, she managed to keep her wits. She felt herself be spun around and there she was, faced by William, his face gentle and kind, much like she had remembered it from a time long ago. 

"Oh..." she gasped and blushed. "You had given me a little fright, William. You should not be sneaking up on people like that." She said and gently slapped his face, only to immediately caress it afterwards. She could never be cross with her brother, not now, not ever. 

"A fright, Mary?" he asked and she became aware of his hands still holding onto her shoulders. "I did not mean to do that, my sister. I apologize." He said and beamed a wide smile at her. Mary felt her knees go weak. "But, what are you doing here all alone, my sweet Mary? And no shawl to keep you warm in this chilly weather? You shall catch your death like this, you silly lass." He said and pulled her onto his chest, as if the warmth of his body alone could have kept her free of any danger or cold. "But you are shivering!" he exclaimed and looked at her. "Mary? What is the matter?" William asked, his face full of genuine concern. 

Mary's face tingled in shame. "Promise you will not laugh." She said and despite trying not to, turned her head towards the bushes, so dreaded when she was a little girl, running to safety with screaming William at her side. 

William followed her gaze and frowned at the sight of what used to give them both the shivers. "Yes, I can see why you would not like it here. I have to say, I am not afraid of it, but I do not like it. Georgina could be so cruel to us sometimes, my lass, could she not?" he asked. 

"I like it, you see." She tried to wiggle out of his embrace gently, but his arms were strong like iron and he did not budge. He held her so close that she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. William's eyebrows raised in wonderment. 

"Yes," Mary felt her face blush, hating herself for the weakness and evident display of embarrassment. "Tis my favourite part of the entire Manor, you see." She said weakly. "It always reminds me of you and our times we had as children, William. When I am happy, when I am sad, I would come here and feel contentment."

"Oh, my sweet lass," breathed William on Mary's neck and to her surprise, horror and excitement, pressed a soft kiss just below her ear; she felt the skin on her back tingle and jerked away from him. "Come," said William as if nothing out of the ordinary just took place. "Father is awaiting, we are to leave within minutes." He said and gently took his sister's hand in his, firmly leading the way out of the garden and into the coach awaiting with its door wide open. 

* * *

They rode to Lord Northumberland's Manor in awkward silence; Mary sitting next to William, careful not to touch him, squeezing herself as close to the window as she possibly could. Their father seemed oblivious to her discomfort, and frankly, it appeared so did William. 

Mary's head was full of thoughts, rushing this way and that, questions and wonderings, and before they arrived at their destination, she felt an oncoming headache. She kept asking herself what had taken place in the garden a while back. It had felt so wrong. Wrong, yet wonderful, sure it must have been not right to feel this passion for your own brother. When he pressed the kiss on her skin, she nearly lost control and pulled his face in front of hers, wanting to kiss his lips, believing they would be soft and warm, just like she always wanted in a lover. A lover? Asked Mary herself and for one crazy moment wondered if she had spoken out loud, however, neither her father nor William seemed to notice anything unusual. 

Stop it! She told herself. Stop it, stop it, stop it! Before you go and do or say something that cannot be taken back and make a fool out of yourself, Mary Percy! Did she really just wish her own brother was someone else, a lover she had never had, someone whom she believed could make her body feel on fire, exactly like sometimes she felt when alone in her bed at night, unable to and not knowing how to satisfy her physical longing for something that she did not even know what it was. Sometimes when still half asleep her own hand would wander up and down her body, and then she would awaken with a start, realizing her fingers were where they should not have been, in the warmth between her legs, making it wet and surely that was not right. Oh, God, that was not right.

"Mary!" her father's voice jerked her out of her thoughts and she paled at the thought that she might have voiced some of her daydreaming out loud. "Are you quite all right, child? You seem pale and you are breathing hard." 

Mary tried to pacify her mind and force herself to stop panting, but her hands trembled and the pit of her stomach felt like it was on fire. She felt like something was softly thumping between her legs. She almost felt the need to spread her thighs somewhat, it was as if keeping her legs closed together was uncomfortable. 

"I am quite all right, Father, thank you." she finally managed to gasp. "I am just excited about the ball, of course." She dared not look at William. She could feel his eyes digging into her, yet she decided to pretend as if she had not noticed. 

* * *

As Mary had hoped, the ball was splendid, indeed. Rich and colourful, with all the people that she had known as children, save her sisters, now adults and dressed into magnificent garments. She danced and danced and then danced some more. She could not believe how many men had admiringly ran their eyes over her and felt slightly ashamed to see that even the married ones would continuously return for another spin with her. 

She chatted with Madge Hawthorne, who heavy with a child did not allow her condition to stop her from enjoyment. Her husband, Lord Hawthorne, powerful although quite old, a friend of her father's, fussed around Madge, begging her to please take a seat and catch her breath. After he finally accomplished his mission of almost forcing his wife to sit back and sip on warm ale, he turned his mellow eyes to Mary and with eager approval of his wife, asked her for a dance.

When they were standing in the middle of the dance floor, their bodies touching, Mary realized that his watery eyes have changed and were now burning with desire. "Oh, Mary..." he whispered and she could feel his warm breath on her neck, much like she felt William's in the garden. "You look ravishing tonight, you wench!" he said and send a gentle smile towards where his wife who was now resting. "I cannot believe no one has snatched you yet, you look so ripe, ready to be plucked." 

Mary's skin crawled, and she realized it was not with delight. There was something fundamentally wrong with a man, who had a wife by his side, with his child in her belly no less, to be lusting over someone else, even her. She felt not flattered but rather mortified. She had hoped nobody had seen his lustful looks. His eyes seemed to press against her back so hard she could barely manage to breathe. "Yes, indeed..." he continued and to her great dismay, she saw that he licked his lips in gluttony and some of the spit remained in the corner of his mouth. "I would not mind a piece of this fruit. Not at all." he said and Mary pushed him away, gently yet firmly. She did not want to create a scene. Not in front of all these people. 

"I am afraid I have tired, Sire." She said and patted her warm forehead. "You are a wonderful dancer." She lied and stepped away, fearful that Lord Hawthorne might tread on her delicate feet again. The disappointment on her dancing partner's face was evident, but to Mary's great relief, he did not press further. 

"No, no..." Mary said to the next man who decided to ask her for a dance, as she finally broke free of Hawthorne. "A bit later, perhaps." She smiled and carefully made her way out of the ballroom, slipping through a narrow corridor full of servants who were carrying trays of cold duck and fruit, their hands weighed down by pitchers of hot and cold ale and cider. Hardly anybody paid her much attention and she managed to flee the happy crowd of dancers unnoticed. 

In the main hall she paused in front the grand staircase, her eyes searching life-size portraits of Northumberland's ancestors on one side, faced by the stern looks from depictions of the royal family, starting with King Charles and followed all the way back to Tudor times, with the opulent King Henry's portrait prominent at the very top of the staircase. His eyes seemed to glare straight at her, small and unyielding. A large man, he commanded instant respect, there was an authority and passion carefully painted all over his persona.

Oh, for Heaven's sake! she quietly scolded herself. Stop this nonsense right now, Mary Percy. How can a portrait look passionate, she asked herself. The haughty pose and arrogant look on King Henry's face should evoke disgust rather than the thought of passion, she thought. She took a step farther down the hall, her eyes interlocked with the eyes of the portrait. They seemed to follow her still and she shook her head in dismay. You are turning into a batty old woman! She giggled to herself. 

Her giggles froze in her throat as she sensed a presence behind her. Mary spun around and to her great delight William was standing only a few feet away from her. He followed where her eyes have rested only moments ago and nodded. "The gallery of arrogance," he hissed and his face was hard. 

"Shush, William!" she whispered frightfully and looked behind them fearful someone might have been lurking by and have overheard his remark. Negative comments about the royal family were never met with approval, no matter what the other person's feelings about their monarchs were. Statements like that could always be misconstrued and taken out of context. Many a foolish men and women have ended up in the Tower or worse and judging by William's rapid rise to success, Mary did not doubt there would be those who would have loved to see him fall, even though they knew him not at all, since he was but a babe when he left the country. "Honestly, William!" she said and grabbed her brother's arm, pulling him after her out of the big hall of portraits. 

"But, Mary..." William protested and to Mary's surprise, she was delighted by the fact that he acted like a little boy again. Her little big brother who needed guidance and reprimand. She had missed the times when she was his guardian angel as he had called her sometimes. She had missed him so much, she realized, her chest heaved under the oppressive sadness. 

Without a word, the siblings fled the great hall and found their way through a maze of long yet narrow corridors and soon, Mary had lost all sense of direction. She would not be able to pinpoint where they were even if she tried. 

"Here," whispered William and she followed his index finger, which pointed to their right, inside a dark room they were passing by. As they entered, Mary was grateful to notice that the bright moon outside the window was illuminating the room feebly and allowed her to see her way around the large chairs. 

She squinted and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Slowly, she managed to recognize the shapes and was surprised to see they were in a library. "Oh," she exclaimed in confusion. "I thought the library was being used."

"Shush, Mary." Said William and gently closed the door behind him. "Keep your voice down." Mary tilted her head in wonderment when her brother reach for a chair behind the door and pushed it in a slanted position under the knob. "There." He said and with his finger motioned to her to be quiet. "I think I want a few silent moments." He said and then added. "With you."

William slowly walked across the small library towards his sister and she noted how confident his walk appeared. He kept his back straight, head high up, his strong, long legs trotting with ease yet such determination that she believed she could not have stopped him even if she tried. Just as he had reached her and Mary believed he was about to extend his arm and touch her, William looked about and waved his fingers elegantly. "This," he said in a whisper, "is what they call the small library. A place where the guests are escorted when awaiting the Mistress of the house to come and greet them." William's eyes searched the volumes of books on the shelves within their reach. "Tis where a guest might find a refuge in the afternoon after activities have tired them but tis not the supper time yet and they need a few moments alone." He continued and his attention seemed to pause on one of the books. Mary noticed Williams's eyes narrow and he took a step away from her and closer to the book that had caught his interest. "Ah," he said quietly. "A dangerous book to have around, Mary, this one." He pointed to one of the numerous books on the shelf just beyond Mary's head. "I shall have to speak to our dear Lord Northumberland. Warn him, perhaps." 

Mary was astonished how quickly William was able to change his colours. From a confident and handsome stranger, to a frightened and insecure child, and then all way around to an arrogant and threatening figure, which at this moment made her skin crawl. 




Mary



"What are you talking about?" she asked and followed his gaze. "What is wrong?"

Mary felt William's strong hands rest on her hips and she nearly forgot the need to be quiet and yelped. Her entire body seemed on edge. She felt like an exposed nerve, and William came very close to touching it. "Tis you what seems to be out of place, William. You seem to change so from one moment to another. Tis like I know you but within a minute you are someone completely different. Someone I do not know and God forgive me, but perhaps I would not like to make an acquaintance with."

She felt William's hands squeeze at her hips tighter and she grabbed for his hands to remove them, yet when her skin touched his, she could not help but to simply caress it with gentle strokes, whether to pacify him or simply draw out the sweet memories from her childhood, she could not say.

"Ah," said William as his eyebrows arched. "You can thank our father for that, Mary. The ability to change as you say? Like a chameleon. He thrust me to the wolves, Mary, when I was but a child and there was nothing but to learn to survive and still keep my sanity. And I had to learn quickly." He said and as if suddenly tired, he let go of his sister and with a step of an old man found his way to the ottoman near the bookcase. 

William patted the seat next to him, motioning Mary to join him in this little time of rest. "I had begged him, you see..." he continued and for a moment Mary was uncertain whether he was even truly aware of her presence or if he had been simply talking to himself, only out loud. "I had begged him a thousand times and more to allow you to come and stay with me, my sweet sister." He said, but his glance did not meet hers. He rested his head on the back of the ottoman, closed his eyes and for a moment Mary wondered if he was going to fall asleep. Surely he must have been exhausted from his trip. 

"Did you?" she asked carefully, mindful not to speak too loud and attract attention from the accidental passers by, although the chair stuck under the knob reassured her that they would not be disturbed in these few stolen moments alone. 

"Yes, indeed I have done so." William said, his eyes still closed. "I begged in my letters and later on, when he would visit me, sometimes I felt as if I had spent days simply crying and asking for you. T'was all for nothing, however. He never gave in, would not even allow me to come and visit you, nor for you to come and visit me in Italy."

Mary felt tender towards her brother and as was her habit when he was still a child, she gently brushed a lock of hair off his forehead. Her being burnt with the injustice that her father had done to them both and she had only come to realize it. William opened his eyes and looked at her. His dark eyes seemed to probe inside her and for a moment Mary felt compelled to stand up and flee the room. 

"I was so very lonely, you know. I could not bear the thought of you being alone, as well. Although father reassured me that was not the case. He had told me of all your numerous admirers, he described the parties you've attended in great detail, and he had put my mind to rest, although my heart never ceased aching."

"But surely..." Mary could not have been more surprised by her brother's words. "Surely, you've lived your life in different courts in Europe. You have been the prodigy, still are, indeed..." despite all her words, she felt her heart bursting with delight, he had missed her. Missed terribly, indeed, and she immediately felt ashamed over her delight. 

"Hah!" exclaimed William and pulled his head away from her hand. "The courts! What do you think they are, Mary? The courts. The glamour and the riches! The beauty of objects and the beauty of people! Is that what you think all that is? Is it?"

"I..." Mary was stunned. "I do not know, William. Is it?"

"No!" William almost yelled out. "No, Mary. No!" he stood up and nervously paced the room. "I mean, yes. It is that. It is the opulence and the beauty, but it is so much more, too, Mary. So much more and that is the ugly part of it. You do not see the ugliness hidden under the picturesque tapestries and beautiful garments. Under those beautiful faces, there are ugly minds. Ugly and twisted, plotting and scheming, waiting for every opportunity, no matter how small to ruin something that might be more beautiful or successful then they are. Tis a cruel, cruel world, my sister. And I was thrust into it without mercy. I had to learn quickly, without anybody's help but master Battista's, who he himself is no expert in the secrets of human mind and its deviance."

William inhaled deeply and took seat next to Mary again. This time, she noted, he sat closer to her than before. His thigh pressed against her leg and he twisted his body in such manner as to be facing her completely, almost shielding her from the light that shone through the windows. 

"And then, my sweet Mary..." he said and she felt more than saw his face slowly come closer to her own. Closer and closer. She could hardly breathe. "Then, you stopped writing to me. It all but broke my heart..."

"But, I did not..." she tried to protest, but her wind was taken away from her. William gently pressed his lips against hers, and they were exactly like she had imagined they would be. Warm and soft, hungry yet careful as if afraid they might cause harm. She shuddered and tried to pull away, but he would not let her. His lips pressed on hers harder and she could feel his body leaning against hers, his hands now running through her hair, gently tugging at the little flowers that have been placed there with such gentle care by Margaret.

"No, William..." she finally tore herself from him. "No, tis not right..." she breathed heavily, her chest heaving as if she had just ran through the meadow. 

"How can something so sweet and beautiful be wrong?" William asked and continued to kiss her. He brushed his lips against hers, kissed her eyelids one by one, found his way to her neck and softly sucked on it, all the while Mary felt as if she was going out of her mind with lust and desire. 

"William, please..." she moaned and against her better judgment relaxed on the ottoman, dropping her hands to her side and allowing him to explore what was not restrained by the corset and heavy materials. 

"Why are you not married, my sweet?" Mary heard William whisper under her ear. "Why?" his soft nibbles were driving her crazy, she felt the need to lie down and give herself to his gentle caressing, but thought the better of it. "I would have thought men were fighting for your attention."

"Father would not allow it." She gasped and ran the fingers of the hand that was not pinned under William's body through his rough hair. "I had to take care of Mother." She added, William even listened to her answers. "And then I grew older..."

"Ah, yes." William barked an ugly smile and Mary quickly sat up as she felt his hands releasing her trembling body. He stood up and for a moment Mary was certain he was ready to take her back to the ballroom. Her heart sank with disappointment. "What a great manipulator he is, our Father. Is he not?" he asked and to Mary's astonishment and almost terror she saw him take off his jacket and handle his trousers. 

"What are you doing?" asked Mary. "William?" 

In a flash, she found him back with her, this time kneeling in front of her, lifting her skirts high above her ankles and then knees. "Oh, no..." she gasped, this time truly frightened. "You should not..."

"Shush, little Mary..." William's voice sounded as if it was not his own, hoarse and weak. "Enjoy it, sweet. Just enjoy it." He said and Mary nearly screamed when she felt his warm fingers rubbing their way over her knees and inside her thighs towards the place, which so often throbbed and demanded that she touch it and press against it, exactly as William was doing now. 

Mary squirmed and tried to stand up, but her skirts bulked up in her lap prevented her from moving about. She felt William's fingers on her underclothes, gently poking against her crotch, massaging it in an odd rhythm with which her entire body seemed to heave on the awkwardly narrow ottoman. She was astonished over her boldness to lift one of her booted legs and place it on her brother's shoulder. The audacity of the act surprised her and for a moment a wave of deep shame struck her and she could feel herself blushing, grateful for the darkness in the room, which prevented William to see her embarrassment. 

William gently pushed her foot off his shoulder and Mary was afraid he might say something to embarrass her even more, only to realize in the next moment that he did so simply to be able to pull her underclothes off. "No..." she protested weakly. "No, William, no..." She was torn between giving herself to this gentle man willingly and fleeing from this almost impossible situation.

William said nothing. He continued to pull the soft silken drawers down her legs until she felt them gently caress her calves and reluctantly, she lifted her feet one by one, so that William could remove the underclothes completely. 

She felt William's strong but gentle hands behind her knees and before she could protest or stiffen up as to prevent him from moving her, she was being pulled down, lowering her body onto the ottoman and then gently towards the floor, where she lay on the thick rug, by now unwilling and not able to protest any longer. 

William lifted her dress up all the way, covering her torso with the rich silk of her skirts and then kneeling straight for a moment, she saw him undo his own pants and drop them to his knees. Through the feeble illumination of the moon rays, she could see her brother's silhouette, the outline of his strong buttocks and to her great embarrassment the shape of his manhood, erect and bigger than she'd anticipated that it would have been, not that she ever truly thought of that before. 

She felt his strong hands grab onto her legs and pull them apart, in a way she had seen their maid Bessie's when she was giving birth and Mary had been snooping around, lingering outside the little birthing chamber when her mother was too busy with the screaming girl to keep track of her inquisitive daughter. 

"Oh, Mary..." whispered William impatiently. "My sweet, sweet Mary..." he said and laid on top of her, his legs resting between hers, his manhood pressing against her crotch and stomach, the unfamiliar feeling mortifying, yet arousing. Despite herself Mary whined softly, the desire so strong that she did not care of what was about to take place. She might have been inexperienced in lovemaking, but she listened to her body and it had told her that this was what she had been waiting for, longing for, picturing yet not at all like it was about to happen. 

She felt William shift and something press against the part of her that throbbed with anticipation. "William..." she gasped, aware that she had but seconds to change both of their minds, unwilling to even try. 

"I often wondered..." whispered William and kissed her on the mouth. It was a deep and probing kiss, his tongue softly nudging hers, sucking on it, almost as if trying to suck out her breath. She felt his pelvis pressing against her, and what she took was his manhood pushing between her legs, forcing her to spread them even wider. "I wondered, my Mary..." continued William, all the while one of his hands firmly held onto the top of her head as if she was about to attempt to flee, while the other one was somewhere between their bodies, close to the place where they were about to join. "If anybody had taken you like this yet..." he said and she could feel the squeeze of his strong hand where it had been touching her head. At the same time, she felt the pressure between her legs increase. Of course she knew of the coupling, she had seen it often with dogs and horses, but this was new to her, despite of it all, she could not have pictured it quite like this. The pressure between her legs increased and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as the first burning pain struck inside her stomach. "I was crazed with jealousy, you see..." William continued. "Wondering if anybody had ever ridden you like this." She felt his body tense and push against her so hard, she nearly lost consciousness from the pain that he had caused her. 

She let out a yelp, but William's hand covered her mouth and quenched the sound before it reached the pitch high enough to be heard from the outside. "I would lay away at night, my sweet..." he continued while his body tried to catch the rhythm, causing her to ache more than she believed she could have, save for the birth of a baby. "And think about how you would feel... your warm and soft cunt, sweeter than anything I have ever had..." he said and Mary felt herself blush over his crudeness, yet, it seemed that every word he had spoken only increased the fire inside her. 

He rocked over her and she noticed his face was in a continuous frown, as if this was a part of hard labour. Her insides were burning painfully, and yet, she felt pleasure such as she had never felt before. There was the fulfilment that she had been seeking for so long, but never quite able to give herself. The hand that covered her mouth now rested next to her face, while the other one wildly explored her body, squeezing her breasts through the gentle silk of her dress and for a moment she was afraid he might be too rough and rip it up. At the next moment, she had completely forgotten her fears as he continued to whisper crudely, as if she was a common whore rather than an innocent who was being plunged into the unknown. 

"So soft, my Mary..." he gasped. "So tight... Just as I thought you would be." His rhythm increased and Mary shut her eyes tight in an attempt not to yelp out in pain. "I drove myself crazy, my sweet... Thinking of some old bugger sticking you like this. Taking you all for himself. I could have killed him, Mary. God help me, but I could have..."

Mary had completely lost sense of time, and to her it seemed as if William had been on top of her for hours. His prick mercilessly banging against her insides, his body pressing against hers so heavily, she could hardly breathe. Who is he talking about? thought Mary and the realization that she managed a coherent thought in the time when her mind was a cacophony of lust, fear and downright terror, amused her somewhat. 

"I wanted you all to myself, Mary. I wanted to be the first to push my prick inside you," he gasped and the grabbed onto both of her shoulders hard, kneeling up somewhat and releasing her body so that she could shift a bit and inhale deeply. "I wanted you to see me like this, my sweet..." he said and pushed inside her so hard she was certain she was about to lose her consciousness. "Crazed and full of lust, just for you..." he said and slammed against her hard. "Just you..." another hard push followed. "Just you, my sweet..." he said and this time he groaned loudly, his face an ugly mask of pleasure, while he kept himself deep inside her, squeezing her shoulders and she could feel the part of his that was causing her pain throbbing. He groaned again and eased himself out of her a bit, yet not releasing her completely. 

"My sweet..." he said as he finally stopped and his body trembled against hers, not in the chill of the air, rather the intensity of physical pleasure. "Have I hurt you, my darling?" he asked and before she could answer, he bent down and kissed her on her lips. Gently and fully, like a lover that he had just become. 

William pulled himself out of her and rolled over to the floor next to her, his chest heaving with exhaustion. She sat up and looked at him, at his strong body, and his manhood now shrivelled after their lovemaking. An odd sight, yet a beautiful one, she thought. 

"We have to go back." She hated herself for being so level-headed. "They will miss us." She said, yet her heart was so full of love it felt as if it was about to burst."

"Yes..." whispered William and she thought she could hear disappointment in his voice. "Come." He stood up quickly and rearranged his clothes. "Let us make you presentable. I am afraid we might have ruined your dress somewhat." He said and smiled. "We can always tell them we went for a walk in the bushes at the end of the garden. Surely, nobody would suspect..." he said and a naughty wink in his eye made Mary grin back at him. 

William had helped her up and smoothed her skirts gently, serving as a support while she hastily pulled her underclothes up, feeling the ooze of something warm and sticky slowly run down her skin. Mary was afraid her legs would not support her as she walked back into the ballroom. Her belly was still on fire. 

"Is this it?" she asked William and her boldness although embarrassing seemed to her completely natural. Exactly as when they were children, asking each other questions they would not dare ask anyone else. 

"No, my sweet." Answered William and took her in his arms. "There is so much more, yet it takes time for it to happen, I think. When the hurts ceases, the true enjoyment begins, you see." He said and Mary suddenly felt sad, for she was certain she would not be able to feel that joy with William. He was only here for a few days, too short of a period of time. 

They returned to the ballroom, careful not to be spotted exiting the small library. Mary's heart sank when upon the entrance to the dancing chamber William immediately turned away from her and lavished his attention on a beautiful Jane Norton, a recently widowed wife of the court poet, who had been shamelessly flirting with every available man in the room. 

"Where have you been?" Mary heard her father hiss in her ear. "I have been looking all over for you." Mary froze for a moment, trying to think of an excuse. "I was with William, Father." She finally said carefully. "We talked." Mary saw her father smirk. "We talked about my letters that he did not receive, Father." She said and Percy's smirk turned into a frown. 

"You'd do better to keep your mouth shut, Mary." He said sternly and grabbed her forearm hard, pulling her after him to introduce her to people she did not want to meet. 

* * *

The silence in the carriage on their way home was deafening to Mary. Her father's face was like a storm and he glared at her almost hatefully, she thought. William dozed off minutes after the gentle rocking of the coach began and she wished she could do the same. She closed her eyes only to feel someone tug at her dress and for a moment she forgot where she was. 

She opened her eyes and to her chagrin realized it was her father who would not have allowed her to catch a few minutes of rest. 

"Yes, Father?" she asked dutifully and glanced at William, who appeared to be asleep. 

"Lord Hawthorne..." began her father, his face softening somewhat. "I have been thinking you'd be a good match for his son." He said and smiled at his daughter. 

Mary felt her stomach tightening in fear. "No!" she exclaimed. She remembered a skinny and awkward young man, a year or two younger than herself, measuring her with his eyes, almost swallowing her with his glance, just like his father had before him, although he did not voice his opinions. 

"Shush, Mary!" said her father and peered at William, satisfied that his son appeared too exhausted to be a part of this conversation. "Tis time for you to be married, girl. Soon you will be too old and it will be too hard to find anyone who would want you for a wife." He said rudely, evidently unconcerned with her own feelings. 

"It would not have been too late had you not ran every one of my suitors away, Father." Said Mary icily, although in truth she did not mind it at all. Long ago she had accepted the fact that she was to stay at the Manor and look after their mother. She did not really mind it and moments of loneliness did not seem to weigh heavily on her. She had only just realized how truly happy she had been at home. "I need not marry." She said stubbornly.




Mary



About six months ago, my wife Mary and I had talked about her low libido and her low sex drive. She seemed very inhibited not very active while we fucked. I had mentioned that maybe we needed to see a marriage counselor or a sex therapist. We were in our mid twenties and this was way to young for this to be happening. It was a Wednesday when she came in from work and told me that she had talked to another lady at work about our problem and was told that we needed to see Dr. John Johnson. This lady had had the same problem and Dr. Johnson's treatments had done wonders for her and her husband. Mary told me that she hoped that I wasn't mad at her for calling him and making an appointment tomorrow after work. After all, she reminded me that I was the one who said that we needed to see someone about our problem. I was pleased that finally she was wanting to do something to improve our love life.

It was a little strange that Mary's appointment was seven o'clock on Thursday. Dr. Johnson had requested that I come with Mary. Even stranger, when we arrived at the address, we parked behind his office, inside a fenced area. There were no doctor signs out front. There was a bell on the back entrance which we rang and was greeted by a young black lady dressed in white. Mary announced that she had an appointment with Dr. Johnson at seven. Mary was told that the doctor was waiting for her. I was told to have a seat in the waiting room while the doctor met with Mary and did her evaluation. There were three black men in the waiting room, I presumed there with their wives. Several minutes later, the nurse came into the room and called out number sixteen. One of the black men got up and left with the nurse. Soon after that, the back door bell rang. The nurse again answered the door, greeted a man and handed him a card with a number on it. While waiting on Mary, about ten men came in and about that same number went in to see the doctor. I never knew that treating sexual problems was such a good business.

After about forty five minutes, Mary came out and said that we could go home. I was surprised that the doctor didn't want to see me, but I was sure he knew what needed to be done. After all, if you cant trust your doctor, who can you trust. On the ride home, Mary kept telling me how wonderful Doctor Johnson was. It was Dr. Johnson said this and Dr. Johnson said that. After a while it was Dr. John this and that. By the time we got home, she was just calling him John, saying John is going to really help us. John was so nice. Mary added, he was so gentile and he was really interested it what I found pleasurable. He certainly put a smile on her face. Mary put her hand over on my cock and said that she could hardly wait to get home. Wow, this after only one visit.

When we entered the house, Mary asked me to take her to the bedroom. We both scrambled out of our clothes and got on the bed. I asked Mary to tell me about her examination by the doctor. She told me that the doctor had her take off her clothes and stand before him. He asked her to slowly turn around as he looked at her naked body. He told her that she was a fine looking woman and looked healthy. Mary said that she was shocked when he asked, how often do you fuck. She said she stuttered as she told him maybe once a week. He told her to lie down on a special table that was slightly inclined and had a place for her legs and feet that caused her to spread your legs wide apart. There was a rod overhead that held a sheet that they pulled across her body. The doctor then told her that he would examine her.

Mary said that she wasn't worried about what John was going to do because the nurse was present in the room. She felt her pussy being spread open and the doctor saying that he just wanted to look. Something entered her and he asked if it felt good. Mary said that she answered yes. The nurse reached around the sheet and massaged her breast and asked if that felt good. Again Mary answered yes. Then Mary said she felt something being placed over her pussy and felt something sucking it. Yes, Yes, she said with out being asked, that feels so good. They did this for about five minutes and I believe I had an orgasm, she said. Then the doctor said that he was going to put something larger into my pussy.

With Mary telling me being pleasured, and with a hard on, I wanted to go inside Mary's pussy. Mary then told me that the doctor told her to have me suck her pussy for ten minutes before letting me fuck her. I turned around and placed my face between her legs. I inserted a couple of fingers in her pussy as she was continuing to tell me what happened. She said that he had put something large inside her pussy. He told her that it might be a larger than what she was accustomed to. He asked her, now how does that feel. Something I could get use to, she told him. He told her, and you will. I told Mary that I had never felt her pussy so wet. She said that what the doctor did got her so hot. When I started licking and sucking Mary's pussy, something about it just tasted different. I asked Mary why she tasted different. She told me that the thing the doctor had put in her had squirted something several times up into her. I continued sucking and licking the pussy for my required ten minutes and then moved on top of Mary and she gave me the best fuck that I had had in a long time. Thanks to Doc.

After we finished, and trying to get our breath back, Mary said that the doctor had orders for a sex therapist to come to our house Friday and Saturday evening to treat her. They would train her to become a better wife for me. At eight o-clock, Friday evening, the door bell rang. I went to the door to find a rather large black man standing there. He told me that he was a sex therapist and Dr. Johnson had sent him to administer Mary's treatment. I invited him in and introduced him to my wife. One look and he said, very nice. Mary answered, thanks. At first, he was a little uneasy, but he soon saw that we were okay with him being with us. He told us that the treatment would help Mary overcome her shyness and inhibitions. I sort of expected to be present during the treatment, but the therapist said that he need a place for Mary to lie down and he would need to be alone with her. Mary asked, will the bedroom be okay? Yes, that will do fine, he answered. He and Mary spent an hour in the bedroom and I was wondering why the treatment took so long. When he did finish, he came out of the bedroom and headed for the door without saying anything.

I was up and was going to show him out when Mary called to me from the bedroom, honey, aren't you coming in. I spun around and headed to the bedroom where I found Mary on the bed naked with her legs spread wide. I could see the moisture spilling out of her pussy. I assumed that the sex therapist had injected something into her. Mary told me that the therapist told her that she should have me lick and suck her pussy for ten minutes after he left. Mary said come do it and I will suck you. Mary had never sucked my dick before. The treatments must be working. I undressed and dove between her legs. Again, the taste was different but still much the same as when she was examined by the doctor. While I was sucking the pussy, This is what Mary told me; I was told to get naked for the therapist to examine me. He started by feeling my breast, then he went down to my pussy and put several fingers up inside of me. He was making me feel so good. He asked me if I had ever sucked a cock and I told him no. He said that this was something that I must learn to do. He undressed and showed me his cock. It was so big and beautiful. He told me to take it into my mouth, which I did. Now, that is not so bad is it, he said. He told me that my pussy was gushing while I sucked him which showed that I liked it. He told me that I must start sucking your cock. You aren't mad because I did this are you. He said that this would make me a better wife for you. You do want me to be a better wife don't you?

I must have gasped as she was telling me about sucking the therapist, but I told her that I was glad that he had taught her to do this because I had wanted her to suck me for a long time. She then told me that he had her get on her knees at the side of the bed and lay her head over onto the bed and close her eyes. Mary said she knew it was time for her injection. She told me that she felt a huge probe inter her pussy from behind and was being thrust in and out of her very rapid. Mary said that then she felt the injection of fluid flood her pussy and she had a her first really strong orgasm with him. With this, I lost it and shot off in Mary's mouth. I'm sorry, I said, afraid Mary would be mad at me for doing this. 

Saturday evening we were expecting the therapist at about eight but it was after eleven when a different black man came to the door. Mary was excited about getting another treatment. Between eight and eleven, Mary would jump up every time she heard a car and go look out front to see if they had arrived. When it wasn't the same guy who came Friday, I was afraid that Mary would be disappointed. Mary seemed happy to see him. It was twelve-thirty before he completed his treatment. Mary told me that he too was a wonderful man and she thoroughly enjoyed being with him. His injection must have been slightly different, as it had a more salty taste but was still just as silky and smooth. What ever they were using to inject the fluid must be rather large because I was beginning to notice that Mary's pussy was not as tight as it had been, but I was grateful for the new attitude that Mary was developing about allowing me to fuck her.

The next three weeks were much the same. We went to the doctor on Thursday and he sent therapist to our house on Friday and Saturday evenings. Each time, a different therapist came. They were all black. I wondered just how many therapist Dr. Johnson had working for him. On the third Thursday of Mary's treatment, the nurse came along with Jim, one of the earlier therapist that had treated Mary. They were with Mary for about an hour and a half. When they finished and left, Mary again was waiting for me. She was so beautiful there waiting for me naked on the bed. I bent down and kissed her on the lips. To my surprise, I got a taste much like I had gotten before from her pussy. She admitted that she had had Jim's cock in her mouth. She said that the nurse had asked her if she had started sucking cock as she had been instructed to do. Mary told the nurse that she had sucked me a couple of times. The nurse wanted to know if she liked doing it. Mary told her that she liked sucking on the head but my cum was a little bitter. Mary told me about the nurse directing Jim to take out his cock and for her to suck him off. The nurse wanted me to compare the taste between you and Jim, Mary said. I am so sorry if this is something that you didn't want me to do. Seeing that she was going to be hurt, I again told her that it was okay as this was part of the therapy. Mary smiled at me and said, thank you. It was strange that when I went down on Mary to suck her pussy, I found much the same taste.

The nurse had brought and given to Mary a strap on cock, a dog collar, a leash, and a stiff cane. She told Mary that these were to keep me in line. It was Mary's duty to punish me if I got bitchy or demanding. The nurse demonstrated the strap on for Mary with Jim. Mary said that Jim seemed to like it and the nurse told her that I would also. The nurse instructed Mary to have me wear the dog collar whenever I was naked. 

For the last two weeks of Mary's treatment, there would be two black therapist come to treat Mary. They said that one was training the other one. They would spend nearly two hours with Mary. I could tell by the sounds coming from the bedroom that their training of Mary was going really well. I think that part of their treatment was for Mary to discover what felt good to her and to instruct her on the things to do to please a man. There would be even more fluid gushing from her pussy and the pussy hole would be spread even wider after their treatment. I was beginning to see this as a good thing and had developed a taste for the pussy juice.

After five weeks of treatment, Mary and I went back to Dr. Johnson for a final evaluation. This exam took about an hour. As we were on our way home, Mary told me that we had a bill From Dr. Johnson for two thousand dollars. What, I said, we cant pay that. Maybe fifty a month, if that would be alright with him. Mary said, I knew it would be a problem, so I asked John what could we do to repay it. He told me that I could go to work for him. Would you want to do that, I asked. Yes, she answered, I told him that I would. I'll only work Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday evenings. Latter, he said I could move to Thursday, Friday, and Saturday after I get some experience which will pay more. I won't get paid the first week because of the money we owe him.

Mary started Monday and she told me that her hours were from four in the afternoon until two in the morning. I thought these strange hours for a doctor's office, but I guess in a sex clinic people come in at all hours. When Mary would come in, she would tell me that she was too tired to fuck but I was allowed to suck her pussy until she fell asleep. I found that her pussy still tasted much the same as when the sex therapist were with her. Things would return to normal when she wasn't working. Well, one thing was different, she seemed to want me to suck her pussy several times a day. I think she was becoming addicted to having her pussy sucked. I was told not to masturbate or touch myself while I did this. Sometime I would get so horny, I would cum in my pants. She would have me strip naked with the collar on and lapping at her pussy at all hours. On days that she was off, she would talk to the therapist and have me suck her for as long as she talked. She would tell them what I was doing and then put the phone just above her pussy and tell me to make some sucking and lapping noise for them to hear so that they would know that I was doing my duty.

The second Monday that Mary worked, she came home with four hundred and fifty dollars. I asked, is this just for one night and she said yes. Each night she brought home between four and six hundred dollars. I never knew that you could make this much money working for a doctor. When I asked Mary about it she told me that her job was to give relief to the men and help them with their sexual problems. Oh, I said, much like the men sex therapist that treated you. She answered yes. I told her then you are doing a good thing. When I asked about why she received different pay for each day, she told me that she collected the numbered cards from the men and at the end of the night her pay was calculated from them. 

After Mary had been working for a few weeks, another doctor named Dr. Michael came to our house on a Thursday evening and explained to us that he was interning under Dr. Johnson. For his intern, he would be spending time with Mary to research and document her improvement through sex therapy. He has continued doing his research by coming to our house every Thursday evening and spending a couple of hours alone with Mary in our bedroom. I am not sure how much data he is obtaining or the nature of his study. I know that Mary seems really happy to spend time with him. He seems very likable. He is black, about twenty six, six feet tall, and about 175 pounds. Mary is really glad that he picked her for his study. To show him just how much progress we have made, Mary and I are already naked, me with my collar on when he arrives. While sitting with Dr. Michael, Mary has me come over to her and demonstrate how I suck and lick her pussy before they go off to the bedroom. 

After nearly six months since Mary first started her treatment, Michael hasn't missed a single Thursday. It is strange how both Mary and I have started thinking and looking forward to the days that he comes. I know that I will always have a pussy to suck and fuck after he is finished with his session. Just the other night, as I was with Mary, in bed with my collar on, Mary asked if I had noticed any thing different. I was a little hesitant to mention again about how loose her pussy had become, so I said, not really. She said, see, my how my stomach is starting to pouch out. I said, yes it is a little rounder, are you gaining weight. Mary answered, dummy, we are going to have a baby. What, I said, I thought we always used protection whenever this was possible. Mary answered, I know, honey, and I know that you will treat the baby as if it was yours. 



Mary 99



Mary was a 18 year old girl with natural blond hair blue eyes and a face as pretty as any you would see in a magazine. She stood about five foot three inches tall and weighed about 102 pounds. Her measurements were 32C-23-34 and she was a virgin looking to get laid and then experiment! 

She was the last of five girls Bud dated and each was a virgin when he started dating them! Bud was a normal guy of 5’10” and had brown hair and eyes he weighed about 150 and played all types of sports. He was a very athletic person and looked good to every girl in school. He had deflowered quiet a few girls during his 9-12 years in high school. But Mary was a challenge and Bud loved challenges.

He had been alone with Mary three times. The first time he got to see those virgin 32C breasts and in fact had sucked and squeezed them and played with the nipples which were bright red, very long and very hard.

The second time he actually got her to feel his cock and when he told her to put her hand inside his pants she did it! She squeezed his cock like he squeezed her breasts! She had jerked him off making him cum all over her and him! He had rubbed her pussy on the outside of her very tight jean shorts and sucked her breasts as she climaxed on his hand!

The third time he was going to be alone with her was tonight at her house! Her parents were going to the beach house they had and she was to drive down the next day sometime. She had to work until 9PM and Bud was scheduled to meet her at 9:30PM at her house. He could hardly wait since she told him she wanted to make love again like they had done earlier that week. It was in the backseat of his dad’s big car and he had her dry fuck him until she reached orgasm! He had licked her pussy and got her off again before driving her home.

Mary’s head was spinning as she got out of his car and walked to her front door. She went to her bed and masturbated so hard she climaxed twice! But she had not had a cock in her pussy yet and she was dam sure going to try to have one tonight when Bud came to her house. She was scared and excited. If she could just keep her courage up she wouldn’t be a virgin when he left. She wanted his cock to be the first to break her in. But, Mary was already thinking about other guys. Guys like John who a few girls had told her about. He had a very thick hard cock, one of the thickest in school according to the girls who had been with a few guys.

She closed her eyes and dreamed about a thick cock pumping her tight little pussy and making her scream a she rocked and rocked on it cumming again and again. When she woke up the next morning her panties were soaked and she realized she had had a wet dream, maybe two. She was so fucking horny. She could hardly wait until 9:30PM tonight when Bud would be with her. She really hoped he would lick her again too. She rally liked her pussy licked by a long fat tongue and Bud had a good one. Well at least it was good for her first time. She would have to experiment with tongues too. Mary said goodbye to her parents and took a shower and played with herself again as she cleaned her body! She was so fucking horny.

She squatted in the shower and used the showerhead to stimulate her spread pussy. She could feel the pulse of the water hit her cunt and the pleasure was so nice. She rubber her clit as she held the showerhead closer to her opening. She felt wave after wave of pleasure flowing into her body. She knew she was going to cum and then seconds later she did! She moaned as the force of the water hit her wide-open pussy. She pressed the head directly against her pussy as her cunt vibrated against the pulsating action of the water. OH god! This felt so nice. She loved the feeling her body gave her when she reached orgasms like this one. It was long and hard and seem to go on and on. She couldn’t stand it any more she had to be fucked by a cock tonight. She had to se how it felt inside her sweet little pussy.

Her fingers and her hairbrush and all those other things she had put in her cunt were not going to satisfy her lust tonight. Tonight she needed a cock! GOD! It was only 4:30PM! Five more hours before Bud would be here. She had 30 minutes to dress and get to work. She rushed and somehow made it just in time. The afternoon and early evening went by so dam slow. Finally 9PM came and she bolted out of the mall and into her car. She arrived home in 10 minutes. She showered and made herself squeaky-clean. She was combing her long blond hair when the doorbell rang. 

She took the stairs 3 at a time and bumped her shin on one of them. Cussing as she hurried to the door, she opened it and Bud was standing there looking good enough to eat. She pulled him in quickly and closed the door. Only one light was lit in the family room and all the drapes were closed. Mary was scared someone would see Bud come into her house and tell her parents who insisted “No boys” in the house when they were away. But, tonight Mary knew she was going to break more than that one rules. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him letting his long tongue slip in between her teeth. She sucked it and sucked on it as she felt his hands on her ass already.

She smiled to herself thinking: Bud you’re as horny as I am baby.”

Bud broke the kiss and looked at her taking in all of her young beauty. Like most young guys, he really didn’t realize what a beautiful sexy woman Mary had became. Only an older guy or man could appreciate Mary’s beauty. Her firm full tits, her small waist, her small round hips and full ass could only really be appreciated by an older more experienced guy. She was spectacular and a natural blonde. Bud asked: “Your parents gone?”

Mary smiled and told him: “Yes! They left this afternoon. I have to join them tomorrow some time.” 

Bud smiled and said; “I got a movie for us to watch. It’s porno and I have heard it’s a good one. Lots of fucking and sucking in it. My kind of movie Mary and I hope your kind of movie too.”

Mary smiled and told him: “Set it up while I get us a drink and something to snack on.”

She came back with two large cokes and a huge bowl of popcorn. She also had chips and a bottle of rum. Bud sat on the floor and she sat next to him! he said: "You know Mary we have been dating for a long time now. I really want to show you my love baby. Do you think we can do it tonight. I’m so horny for you. I mean I’m SO horny for you baby!” 

She smiled and told him: “Well let’s watch the movie and then we can talk about it Bud. You know I love you but I’m scared baby. Really scared!” 

He told her: “I promise to be gentle and safe and easy. I’m telling you Mary it feels so good. So fucking good. And we know we love each other and this would show us both how much.” 

She said: “We’ll see Bud! That’s all I can promise you right now.” 

Bud turned on the movie and they held each other as they watched it. The story was about a young girl who lived in the mountains and one day she got lost. She met a man who looked to be much older than she was and he took her to his house. They made love as it snowed outside. He licked her pussy and made her cum. She cried out as she reached her orgasms. Mary was wet between her legs and she could see Bud’s big hardon sticking up in his pants. She kissed him and took her hand and began to lightly stroke over his very hard cock.

He moaned as he felt her hand rubbing him. He cupped her breast and licked her neck and kissed her again and again. He pulled her to him and she rested her head on his shoulder. As they watched more of the movie, the man watched the young girl sucking his cock as he held her head. Moans were coming out of his mouth as she sucked him. Mary had unzipped Bud’s jeans now and had his big cock sticking up in the air pointing at the ceiling. She smiled when it jumped and the big red cock head was shinning with pre-cum,

She watched the girl sucking the cock in the movie and asked: “Have you ever had your cock sucked like that guy in the movie?” 

Bud told her: “Yes! A few times Mary. Why do you want to suck it?” 

She looked him in the eye and said; “I want to try it!”

Bud smile got huge and he said: "OK! I'll tell you how to do it!"

They watched the movie for a few more minutes and they saw the guy begin to cum in the girl’s mouth and all over her face. She licked and sucked him until he was completely done with his orgasm.

Mary told Bud: “You have to promise me you won’t cum if I do suck your cock. I don’t want to have a mouth full of cum like she did.” Mary was pointing at the TV. 

Bud told her: “I promise I will tell you went I’m almost ready and you can finish me off with your hands like we did the other day.”

She asked: “So, what do I do first?” 

Bud told her: “Some people like to lick it like a ice cream and suck it like a lollypop. You put your mouth over the head and suck on it as you move your head up and down. You also use your hand to pump it up and down. It's like fucking only you use your mouth and hand. That’s how you start.”

She bent down and Bud felt her warm breath on his thighs. Then he felt her tongue lick his cock for the first time. She licked it again and again. He was rock-hard when her mouth covered the fat red mushroom head for the first time. He moaned as he felt her suck and pump her head up and down. He used his hands to gently help her move her hands getting into a steady motion. She would take 3 or 4 inches in her mouth and then come back to the head. His balls were tight and he knew he was close. But he didn’t say anything. Mary took her mouth off his cock but continued to pump it with her hands. She asked: “What is this wet stuff I keep tasting?”

He told her: "Oh! That's called pre-cum and it wouldn’t hurt you."

He pushed her head gently back down until her mouth was once again covering the thick cock head. She was enjoying it more than she felt she would. It was getting her hot seeing a big cock up close, real close. And, she examined all of it, his balls, under them, his shaft and cock head. She used her tongue to tickle him in his pee hole and made him jump. She was having a fun time and Bud moved her around and bent over her back and was using his hand to rub over her ass and cupping her pussy as she licked and sucked him.

She wondered if he could feel how wet she was? As she sucked his cock and he played with her pussy he slide his hand under her athletic shorts with the baggie leg openings she wore especially so Bud could get to her pussy tonight! He cupped her cunt with only her panties between his hand and her flesh. She knew he could feel her wetness now. But she didn’t care. Thinks were going slow and easy and she was sure she was going to let him fuck her. She sucked hard as Bud stroked her pussy on the outside of her wet panties. She had small bikini panties on, hip huggers she called them. She felt him pull one the leg openings away from her leg and move his hand over her naked flesh covering her entire pussy now with his hand.

He could feel her wetness and her heat now. She moaned as he slowly moved his finger up and down the slit between her thighs. She popped his cock out of her mouth long enough to say: “Oh Bud! Oh god baby that feels so good!” 

He pushed her head back on his cock. She could feel it throbbing in her mouth as it grew even harder and thicker. She was wondering if he remembered that he was going to tell her when he was about to cum. Bud worked his hand and fingers like a pro on Mary’s pussy and she forgot all about his cumming.

He pulled her panties out away from her body more and had both hands between her legs as he worked her pussy with all his skills. He wanted Mary to cum on his hands as she sucked his cock. Then he would try to eat her pussy and fuck her. She moaned again and Bud watched her small hips begin to rock on his two fingers he had in her pussy hole. His other hand was trying to stroke her clit. He was bent over her ass and it was a little difficult getting his hand in there to rub it. But he could finger her easily.

She was pumping her cunt on his hand now and he knew she was close to cumming. He was too! He hoped he could hold off until she went off first. And then she did! 

She sucked his cock so hard it hurt and her small beautiful young body rocked and pumped as her cunt squeezed his fingers tight. She moaned and let his cock slip out of her mouth as she began to orgasm. Her body fucked on his fingers now and Bud watched her round beautiful ass humping and her cunt squeezing down on his fingers as she started to cum. He could feel her sticky wetness on his fingers and hand as Mary achieved a wonderful orgasm from Bud working on her body.

Mary kept saying: “Oh Bud OH Bud! Oh Bud! OHHHH! OHHHHH OHHHHH! YESSSS!” 

Bud held her as she came up to him slowly rocking her pussy on his hands now finishing her climax. She moaned in his ear and licked his neck. He kissed her and held her tight as his hand stayed between her legs cupping her pussy and feeling it throb and pulse in his wet hand.

After about 3 or 4 minutes Mary pulled his hand out from between her legs and watched as Bud licked his fingers. She asked him: “How do I taste?” 

He said: “Sweet! Wonderful baby! All virgins taste sweet and wonderful. But you are so clean and fresh all the time you are especially sweet.”

She held him and kissed him. Then she asked: “Would you like me to suck you some more Bud?"

He told her: “Well you know I would rather make love to you. Can we fuck Mary? I’m so hot and horny! God just look at my cock!”

She looked down and could see he was in pain. He had gotten her off and she felt she should do the same. She told him: “Let me suck you Bud. If you cum it will be OK. I’ll try to take it in my mouth.” 

He sat up and got on the sofa now and she knelt in front of him. His big cock was sticking up and she bent her head down over the cock head again. He lifted up and she pulled his jeans down to his feet! Bud had no underwear on. She pumped his shaft with her hand and sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could. Minutes later he was instructing her and she did everything he told her to do. He held her head and knew he was seconds away from cumming now.

She felt his cock thicken again and get harder and hotter. He told her: “Oh Mary! Oh God baby! I’m going to cum! Oh yes! OH Suck me hard NOW! YESSSSSS! OH YES BABY! YESSSS!!!” 

She sucked so hard her cheeks were caved in and her hands were moving very fast up and down his shaft squeezing it as she pumped them. When the first shot of cum hit the back of her throat it socked her with the force. But she kept her mouth over the head and continued to suck it. Load after load of Bud’s warm thick cum filled her mouth and then ran out of it. He moaned: ”Swallow it Mary. Swallow it baby!”

She looked up into his eyes as her mouth never moved off his cock. She remembered that the girl in the movie sucking and licking the man continued until he was completely done. She didn’t know what to do, so she took a deep breath and swallowed all of his cum. It wasn't bad at all! A little salty and bitter but Mary didn't care she was happy she had pleased her man. She kept sucking Bud’s cock until he lifted her head and slid down on the floor again next to her. He held her and told her what a great job she did. He kissed her and tasted his cum. He pulled her to him and held her tight as her lower body moved over his. He rubbed her between her thighs from the back making sure he stroked that wonder sweet yound ass of hers.

The movie was now showing two guys with the young girl. She was sucking one as the other one was fucking her. Mary watched the movie and moaned when both men were fucking the girl. One was fucking her mouth while the other fucked her pussy. Bud was kissing Mary's naked breasts now and she she looked up at him and said: “Let’s go upstairs Bud. I want to show you how much I love you!” 

They stood up and walked arm in arm up the stairs to her bedroom. This was the moment they both had waited for and wanted now more than anything in their lives. Each had their own reasons, but tonight Mary was going to get fucked! 



Mary: A Desired Older Woman



'But I do love him, Bert. We have a comfortable life, lovely children, a nice home and I know he works hard, but........!' and Mary tailed off from what she was really wanting to say.

Mary was 49 and had spent her whole life living in the little village in Hampshire, down a tiny, leafy lane that led to a small bay by the sea. She had been married for nearly 30 years, and had inherited the little bungalow from her parents when they had died, so she had lived at the same address for most of her life, apart from about 10 years when she first got married.

Her children had all grown up and left home and it was only her and her husband now in the tiny bungalow. She had worked for many years at the local primary school, helping out as a dinner-time supervisor, and this was about as much work that Mary had done. But she tried to stay active, and this was why she was talking to old Bert in his sitting room one lunch time.

Bert was 69 years old, old enough to be Mary's father, and lived only 4 doors from Mary, down the same leafy lane. He had been a widower for about 5 years, since his poor old wife had died, and Mary and her husband had gradually taken it upon themselves to keep an eye on the old man. Mary took a dinner in for him most mornings, she gave the bungalow a good clean once a week, did a bit of washing now and then, and if Bert wanted something particular from the town, either she or her husband would get it for him when they next visited.

There was not much in the local village, only a church, a pub, a few houses, the tiny school and a small shop so, anything substantial that was needed required a trip to the nearest town, either by car or by bus. Bert wasn't housebound, and he still got around and enjoyed his huge garden and a walk to the pub whenever he could, but he wasn't as young as he used to be, and life was slowing down for him, especially since his wife had died.

He sometimes loved to stroll down to the bay in the warm weather, and sit and watch the activities on the water, or the birds flitting from tree to tree along the shore-line. Consequently, he found the help from Mary and her husband invaluable.

But he did enjoy it when Mary visited.....and who could blame him?

Mary was an attractive woman, about 5'9, with lovely dark hair cut very short, a slim figure for a woman her age, and the most amazingly long, shapely legs. She dressed quite conservatively, never outlandish or risqué, but Bert could see that under those smart clothes, there was definitely a mature woman with a fine figure. So, the more that Mary visited, so he could just admire that wonderful, feminine form, the more Bert liked it!

Mary herself had almost made the beach in the little bay her own during her life-time. If there was any sign of sunshine in the summer months, she would get her bikini on, pack a little picnic and set off for the 5 minute walk down to the bay, and there she would soak up the sunshine or have a relaxing swim, until it was time to get home to cook dinner. When the children were younger, they would all do the same thing.....get down to the bay for swimming, games and sunbathing, and the life of a big city was something that Mary just saw on the TV.....Mary was definitely a country girl, but a very attractive country girl.

She had got into a good routine of seeing her husband off to work early in the morning, doing the housework, popping in to see Bert for half an hour or so, going to school for her lunch-time duties and then whizzing down to the beach as soon as she could. She hated the winter and rainy days, and she was always perky and bright if the sun was shining.

On this particular April morning, she had cleaned Bert's bungalow by dusting and hoovering, and had left his dinner for him in the fridge. She was feeling quite optimistic and happy because spring was here and hopefully she had a few months of sunshine and light evenings to look forward to. She was sitting in the kitchen talking to Bert before she had to go to the school, when Bert suddenly asked,

'Look Mary, I'm going down the lane after I've eaten your delicious dinner, for a couple of pints at the Swan. Why don't you come over after you've finished at the school, and I'll buy you a drink? I think you deserve it after all the running around you do for me. After all, it's Friday, isn't it?'



Mary blushed for a moment. She didn't really drink at lunch-time, and not much in the evening, come to that, and she tried to protest. However, Bert wasn't having any of it. He was probably swayed by the way Mary looked that morning. Her dress was a little short, but today she seemed to be wearing fish-net tights which made her legs look stunning, as usual, thought Bert.

'Look, Mary, I won't take no for an answer today, see! You come over and have a drink with me, and then you can see me safely back home afterwards, can't you?' and Bert giggled, trying to put the shy wife at ease a little.

'Well, I don't know, Bert. I've got to get back and do some more housework, and......' He interrupted her.

'Don't be silly. You can just nip over to the Swan after your work, and we'll be back here in no time.'

As she stood in the playground, watching the kids screaming and running all over the place, Mary thought about having that drink. It had been ages since she had gone into a pub at lunch-time, but the sun was shining, and she knew it would buck old Bert up if she were to join him. There, her mind was made up, and 30 minutes later, she was sitting back with Bert having a brandy and lemonade which he had bought her. She protested when he bought her another one, but had to admit to herself that she enjoyed it, and then soon afterwards, they were walking down the little lane back to Bert's bungalow.

'You'll have to come in for a cup of coffee, Mary, won't you? I think I'm a bit unsteady on my feet,' he said with a laugh.

'You old rascal, Bert, aren't you?' she giggled. 'You're no more unsteady than I am...getting me two brandies......you'll have my husband asking questions,' and she linked arms with the old man as they made their way up to Bert's front door.

Once inside, Bert slumped down into his favourite armchair and watched through the door to the kitchen as Mary boiled the kettle for 2 coffees. He watched her every move, hoping to see more of that wonderful body and, after at least 4 pints of beer at the pub, he was feeling quite flirty and brave as he looked at the attractive wife. Suddenly, Mary put the 2 cups onto the kitchen table and bent slightly to stir in the milk and sugar. God, old Bert nearly had a seizure as the most magnificent view feasted his eyes.

Mary's dress had slid right up the back of her long legs to show nearly all of her fishnet tights and perhaps there was just a tiny glimpse of her little panties underneath. Bert could feel his cock stir gently in his trousers, and it had been a long time since anything had made that happen. Although he didn't dare rub himself across his crotch, he couldn't resist himself.

'Corr, Mary.....you got some wonderful pins on you, haven't you? Real sexy they are,' he giggled in his deep, country accent. By this time, Mary had picked up the tray and was coming into the lounge to join Bert.

'Were you staring at my legs, Bert, you naughty old man. You know you shouldn't be looking,' she laughed. Bert kept up the bravery.

'Yes, I was, you lovely thing. You know what? I think you've got the best legs in the village, Mary......and I'm not the only one to notice, either!'

'Oh, go on with you, Bert.....you've had too much beer inside you, that's what you've had!' And then she blushed and thought of his words. 'But thank you, Bert, that's a very nice compliment. At least it's nice to be appreciated somewhere!' and she regretted the phrase almost as soon as she had said it. It wasn't lost on the old man, however.

'Don't you think you are appreciated, Mary? I bet you are, you know. You mean by your husband, don't you? Is that what you mean? I bet underneath it all, Eric still fancies you like hell and.........' and it was Mary's turn to interrupt.

'Oh it's nothing, Bert, really. It's not the end of the world. We've been married a long time now....nearly 30 years.....and I suppose the sparkle doesn't last forever, does it? I've got everything I need, but I sometimes wonder if life is passing me by and perhaps I've missed some excitement and........he gets very tired at work all day...he's gone in the car by 7 in the morning and often doesn't get back until 8 at night. Then he just falls asleep in front of the TV and then it's time for bed, and........God, Bert, I shouldn't be telling you all this, so you make sure nothing goes past these four walls,' and she managed another laugh with the old man while she took a sip of coffee.

'Now, don't you worry, Mary. I don't breathe a word about what you tell me...and I mean that! But, like I said, I'm not the only one to notice those lovely legs and that shapely figure. Some of the old men in the pub are often talking about seeing you in the school playground and around the village......and they all admire a nice pair of legs and a slim figure. You should show more of them, Mary. It certainly brings a ray of sunshine to the rest of us......and I always look to see what you're wearing when you come to visit!' and Bert couldn't help but take another leering look at the stunning legs on view.

'You're making me blush, Bert, you naughty old man. Do you really think I've got nice.......no, no, I'm a middle-aged woman now, with grandchildren, so you can't mean.....!' but Bert kept up the attack.

'Look Mary. It makes me really 'chipper' if you're wearing something nice....especially if it's short and shows off your lovely legs, so don't you go talking about being too old.......you're still a young whipper-snapper, you are' he laughed, 'Even if Eric doesn't appreciate his lovely wife, there are a lot of us around the village who do!' Mary certainly was blushing now and didn't really know what to say. She had never realised before that she had such an effect and all she could do was try to brush it off and carry on. She took the last sip of her coffee and rose to go back home.

'You're a little devil, Bert, but I've got to get back home to finish off some house-work and get the dinner ready. So, perhaps Eric will pop in over the week-end to see if you want anything, and I'll definitely be in to see you on Monday. Now, you behave yourself, now, and don't go getting yourself drunk down the Swan, will you?' she laughed again.

'Let's have one more look at them sexy legs before you go....go on, Mary. It'll give me something to remember for the next couple of days.' He couldn't resist trying to tease the attractive wife again.

'God, Bert, you're awful, aren't you? I've really got to go, so I'll see you soon,' but as she turned and made her way to the lounge door, Mary bent over for a split second, knowing that her dress would slide up the backs of her thighs, perhaps giving Bert a brief glimpse of her black panties. It was over in a flash, but Bert didn't miss it at all, and then Mary turned to give the old man a wink and a final 'See you soon!'

As she was opening the front door to leave, she heard Bert yell out,

'Corr, Mary. You're a sexy young thing, you really are!' and then she was gone.

She had a spring in her step as she went up the lane to her own bungalow. It was Friday, she had enjoyed a couple of drinks in the pub, and she had brightened the heart of old Bert with a flash of her gorgeous legs. It had really surprised her when he had complimented her on her legs and figure, and he had even said that some of the other villagers talked about her on occasions. My God, what embarrassment, she thought.

She did the rest of the housework, thinking about Bert's words again, and carried it on while she cooked dinner. He had said things like, 'sexy young thing,' 'they all admire a nice pair of legs,' 'especially if it's short and shows off your lovely legs.' Did they really think that way? Did they really talk about her and admire her sexy legs and figure? And when she had let Bert have a quick flash of her panties, Mary had felt a wonderful buzz go round her body and perhaps felt a little moistness in her panties.

God, what was happening, she thought to herself, and then she suddenly thought, 'I wonder what it does to old Bert's cock?' No, no, Mary.....it had just been a bit of fun after a couple of drinks at the pub......grow up and act your age, she told herself, but those nice feelings and thoughts lasted right until her husband arrived home from work. Was she feeling a bit frisky after her 'discussions' with Bert? The weekend would tell!!

As usual, the weekend was a let-down for Mary.....except for one thing. After the meal on Friday evening, Eric, as usual, went to sleep in the chair, so Mary decided to have a luxurious bath. She put all sorts of oils into the hot water and just lay back and soaked herself in the bubbles. Her mind was still going over Bert's words that afternoon, and how she had felt with her little flash of panties. '.....not the only one to notice your lovely legs,' 'they all admire.....' Mary kept churning these words and phrases over in her mind and gradually her hands began to caress her pert breasts, making the nipples stand up hard.

The water felt warm and sensuous, lapping against her body and down around the tops of her legs, and her hands just kept caressing as she thought of the words. Did the other old men talk about her and her figure? Bert seemed to imply that they did! God! Her hand moved down over her stomach and found the wet matt of her pubic hairs, and Mary just kept caressing as the thoughts muddled her mind.

Again she thought of the excitement of flashing her panties to Bert, and her hand went lower, finding the hardness of her clit in the water. The erotic feelings started to meander around her body and Mary began to caress her clit with more conviction. Her other hand was stroking her breasts, pulling at the nipples and, suddenly, Mary thought of herself as a woman again, not just a middle-aged wife, working as a school supervisor with a lovely husband who, unfortunately, just went to work and wore himself out day after day.

Yes, Mary was chuffed to know that her figure and legs were still admired, and her hands were going faster now. She felt a twinge of shame but this was overcome by the excitement and the feelings in her body. Yes......yes, yes......this moment was for escaping the real world, and Mary couldn't help but have ......oh my God, she knew what was happening to her as her body began to shudder. She was breathing heavily, her mouth was open and her eyes were shut.

'Eeeeeeeeeeek..........,' and Mary tried to keep her voice down as the shattering orgasm washed all around her body. She hadn't felt so fulfilled for months, and she wallowed in the magnificent after-glow, even though she still had that twinge of guilt at what she had done. Never mind, no-one knows and the whole day had really given Mary a wonderful fillip.

Eric played golf on Saturday morning with his friends, he and Mary did a bit of gardening in the afternoon, and then they went to town for a meal in the evening. Mary looked particularly attractive in the restaurant, and she enjoyed the meal with her husband but, back home in bed, she was more than a little frustrated as Eric read the paper before gently turning over and finally drifting into the land of nod! Once more, Mary thought of the words....'they all admire your legs,' 'especially if your dress is short,' but she contented herself with a little smile before she, too, was sleeping peacefully.

Sunday was a similar day. One of the children popped over with a grandchild, Eric mowed the lawn for Bert, but Eric went to bed even earlier, in readiness for another hectic week at the office. By this time, the feelings of Friday had slightly worn off for Mary, but she looked forward with a little more excitement to the upcoming week and her visits to old Bert. She also thought that there might be some opportunities to get down to the little bay if the weather stayed nice.

Monday morning brought a flutter of excitement to Mary as she said goodbye to Eric. Was she going to try and excite old Bert when she went to see him, or was she going to remain the prim and proper wife? Her head told her to behave herself and be the conservative village lady that she'd always been, but there was just an inkling of naughtiness in her mind as she quickly went about doing her chores. She'd had a boring weekend, with only the joy of seeing her grandchild to brighten it up, so she decided to give herself a bit more time at Bert's before she had to go to the school, so she made him a ham salad and thought she might go down to the bay after work, as the sun was beautifully warm, even this early in the morning.

At about 10o'clock, Mary was knocking on the side door of Bert's bungalow, as she always did, and wandered into his kitchen. There were a few butterflies in her stomach as she called out, 'Yahoo, Bert. It's me,' and she could hear the old boy coming along the hallway.

'Is that you, Mary? You're a bit early, but it's a nice surprise, you know,' and then Bert came into the kitchen. 'Oh my goodness me, Mary. You look lovely today........no you look scrumptious. And you've got a ham salad as well, my favourite.' Mary blushed but she knew that her efforts had been worth while. She could see the old man looking her up and down, especially taking in those wonderful legs once more. The little, denim skirt really was short, showing off her tanned thighs, and Mary had worn some high-heeled shoes which she knew accentuated her long legs.

Bert almost blew a whistle between his teeth as he ogled the lovely wife, and all Mary could do was stand there and let the old man enjoy her curves. If truth be known, this was the effect she wanted to have, to tease the old man a little, so that perhaps he might compliment her some more.

'I told you that you've got the best legs in the village, didn't I? Well, they certainly brighten up a Monday morning.....corrr......let's have a look at you. Turn round, Mary!' Mary was still blushing but she also had a little buzz in her stomach at the way Bert was enjoying her figure.

'Now, now, Bert, don't get carried away, now. It's only one of my old skirts I've had for ages and......' but she smiled as Bert got up and went to one of the kitchen cupboards. Gently, Mary did a full turn in front of him, and she knew the view would be eye-catching for the old man. She would always admonish him, but secretly it brought a thrill to know that she could still turn a man's head when she wanted. Then, she took a deep breath as she saw Bert holding a camera.

'No, no, Bert, you can't take a picture of me.......I'm a married lady and.......who.....who might see it? No, no, Bert....where will you get it developed, anyway? No, no!'

'Don't worry, Mary,' the old man tried to reassure her. 'I don't need to develop it....I've got a computer, you know that.....and even an old boy like me can work his way round a computer. And I promise that only I will see it. Come on, just one picture.....you look so sexy this morning, and it will keep my pecker warm on a cold night.' He grinned.

'Your pecker?.......you naughty old man. Well, I don't know really. You promise, Bert, you really do?'

'Of course, I do, Mary. I'm an old man now, and you know you have lovely legs, so just stand on the stairs where I can see you properly, and then we can sit down and have a nice cup of coffee. Come on, Mary.' Mary smiled at his cheek but, again, she was quietly thrilled and excited about the way Bert was teasing and manipulating her. She went along the hallway, behind old Bert, and moved a few steps up the stairs.




Mary: A Desired Older Woman



'That's it, Mary, that's it! That's lovely.'



As Bert clicked away with his digital camera, Mary sort of melted into the role. She wouldn't have dreamed of posing for a picture for anyone less than an hour ago, but it just seemed the most natural thing to do now. Even her panties started to get damp again as Bert cajoled and encouraged her, but she still tried to keep the old man under control.

'I thought you said just one picture, you naughty old man. That's enough Bert, goodness me!'

'Just one more, Mary, there's a good girl. Just turn round so I can see those lovely legs from behind. That's it, that's it.' Click! Click! 'Lovely, Mary, that's lovely!' At that, Mary moved back into the hall-way, bringing the posing to an end.

'That will do, you lecherous old thing. I'm going to make coffee. Come on' A few minutes later, they were sat at the small kitchen table enjoying a nice coffee, Bert grinning all over his face at capturing this mature wife on film, and Mary feeling quite excited and pleased with herself at being able to excite her elderly neighbour. Bert had been a master carpenter as a tradesman and, although he loved to laugh and joke with Mary, he was an intelligent man who was able to engage and interest Mary, so she never ever felt threatened by him.

In fact, these visits had really started to excite Mary, not only because she was feeling like a desired and attractive woman once more, in her middle age, but Bert always acted like a gentleman (well, most of the time, anyway!) who gave her another interest away from her hum-drum daily routine. As they talked and laughed together, Bert offered to buy her another drink in the pub at lunchtime.

'No, no, Bert, you naughty old man. It's only Monday.....I'll be turning into an old soak. Anyway, it's a lovely day and I want to get down to the bay after work and try and do some sun-bathing.'

'Corr........in your bikini, Mary?' grinned the old man.

'Of course......I only ever wear a bikini. I can get my skin brown all over, then, can't I?'

'Woorrrrr! I'd love to see you in your bikini, you know. I bet you look delicious,' and as he spoke, his hand drifted onto Mary's knee as she was no more than two feet away from him on her wooden chair. She shivered at the touch, but Mary didn't move her leg away and just tried to keep the conversation going.

'Well, if you wander down to the beach when it's sunny, I'm usually there. I love it down there in the summer. Peaceful, a nice beach and there is always something to see going on.'

'Yes, and I expect one of the nicest things to see is you in your bikini, you lovely thing,' and as he laughed, Bert's hand was still caressing Mary's leg, going a little bit higher up her thigh. She put her hand on top of his.

'Now, now, Bert. You shouldn't be doing that, should you?' but the touch of his heavy, gnarled, old hand on her thigh was wonderful, sending more shivers around her body, and he was that much more stronger than Mary. Still his hand caressed her thigh as she sat looking at him.

'Come over the pub at lunchtime, Mary. You really brighten our day up.' he tried to coax her. Again, she felt flattered, particularly as Bert's fingers were playing so erotically on her thigh. Then, Mary just couldn't take any more.

'Look Bert, I really can't come to the pub today. I don't want to waste the weather......if you're a good boy, perhaps I'll join you again on Friday, like we did last week. How's that?' she smiled. 'Now, I've got to go, you rascal,' but, as she pulled away to get up, she felt Bert slide his hand right under the hem of the little denim skirt and go all the way up, nearly to her panties.

'Oh God, don't Bert, you naughty boy,' but she shivered again at his masculine touch before sliding off the chair and making for the door.

'I'll keep you to that, Mary. We'll expect you at the pub on Friday. We will, you know. I'll see you tomorrow, will I?' Mary called back that she would visit the next day and then she was off down the lane. Again, she felt the events that had just occurred whirring round her mind, and again, her little panties had become wet between her legs. She wanted to go and lie on her bed and caress her body once more, but she just didn't have the time before having to go to the school. God, what was happening to her? She had allowed old Bert to take pictures of her, and she had even watched, without moving, as his hand had wandered up her thigh to caress her. She knew it was wrong, but the thrills far outweighed any danger.

Anyway, what were the dangers? He was an intelligent, friendly, elder neighbour who was lonely after the death of his wife, and he obviously found Mary attractive and sexy. What was the harm in flirting with him a little, especially as Mary felt perfectly at ease in his company? As far as Mary was concerned, it was a wonderful interlude in her life and, if she were honest, she rather enjoyed being desired and flirted with.....yes, she really loved it and, when Bert had touched her thigh, rather than being horrified, Mary felt sensations in her body that she had not felt for months.

She spent some time on the beach that afternoon after her work and, as she lay on the sands in her bikini, she thought of how Bert's fingers had ignited erotic feelings in her body. It even crossed her mind to call on the old man on her way back home, but she resisted the temptation and continued to her own bungalow to prepare the evening meal. However, she had become infatuated with her thoughts and the events earlier in the day, and was still feeling randy and hot when Eric came home. Would she try and entice her husband in bed that night, just to satisfy her own physical urges, or would she let him go through the normal ritual of reading his paper before rolling over and disappearing off to sleep.

The question was answered for her, because when Mary returned from the bathroom at bedtime, Eric was already on his side, gently snoring. Oh well! What's new, she thought? But she still had those feelings sliding round her body and Mary couldn't help but allow her fingers to wander between her legs again. She tried to keep as still as possible, not wanting to wake her husband now, and she proceeded to enjoy her thoughts and the feel of her body until that stunning moment arrived and a wonderful orgasm thrashed around her body, giving her the only fulfilment she was likely to get that night. Christ, I'm so frustrated, she told herself.

That's it, she told herself. I'm going to accept Bert's invitation and go to the pub again on Friday. She popped in to see Bert each morning and he continued to tease and flirt with her, but, as excited and nervous as Mary was, nothing untoward happened until Friday when, as usual, Mary went into Bert's with his dinner in the morning, and did some cleaning.

'So, are you coming to the pub at lunchtime, Mary? You said you would. No excuses today, are there?' He had a delightful shock when Mary replied,

'Yes, I might do, Bert. But don't you go trying to get me drunk again, you old devil!' she laughed.

'My God, Mary. That'll be great. I and the other old boys will really look forward to seeing you. So don't you let us down. And I hope you're going to look sexy, Mary!'

'Sexy? Sexy? I can't come to the pub looking sexy, Bert. Not with you lecherous old boys ogling me in public. You just behave yourself, and I might pop along for a drink after work,' Mary grinned.

'Well, you could wear your bikini to the pub, couldn't you?'

'Be off with you, you dirty old man. Anyway, I've got to go now. I'll be late for the school. Might see you later,' and Mary slid out of the back door as she heard Bert call out,

'I'll come and knock on your door, Mary, if you're not there.'

At about 1.30, Mary walked from the school and went into the bar of the Swan pub. She thought she had made quite an effort with her attire, and was trembling a little with trepidation as she entered the pub.

Initially she couldn't see Bert in the busy lounge bar, so she put her head round the door to the little snug bar. There, she saw Bert sitting at a table with three of the other old villagers, all of them enjoying a pint. Bert got up straight away and went to the bar.

'Well, hello Mary. I told the old boys that you would come. We've all been looking forward to seeing you.....and you're looking lovely, as usual. Same as usual, brandy and lemonade, is it?'

'Well, just a small one, Bert, and thank you.'

The other three old men were on single, wooden chairs, sitting around the little table in the snug bar, and Mary went to sit on the old, wooden seat with its back to the wall. It was a bench type seat with a high, wooden back and arm rests at each end. It was the only space available around the table and there was enough room for 2 people, so she plonked herself down and Bert came and sat next to her. The other old village boys were Tom, Jack and Bill and Mary had known all of them for most of her life. They were all either in their late 60s or early 70s, and all jovial, friendly types. She had a sip of her brandy as Bert started up the conversation, and Mary took a deep breath as it tasted like a double shot of the spirit had been put in her drink.

'That drink's strong, Bert, you rascal. You've put a double in there, haven't you?' she smiled.

'Oh, don't you worry about that, young lady, it's wonderful to see you here again.......we all said that you brighten the place up a bit.....now, you just sit back and relax. You don't have to rush away today, do you? It's only half past one, isn't it?' Mary smiled her shy smile and tried to keep the brakes on.

'Well, it's quite a nice day, isn't it? I might have a little time to go down to the bay if I don't stay too long.'

'Nonsense, nonsense, Mary. We're not going to let you go running off as soon as you've got here, are we, men?' The other old boys all made suitable comments as they ogled the mature wife and then Jack got up and bought another round of drinks. Before Mary knew what was happening, another brandy was plonked down before her as Bert further encouraged her.

'We were saying before you came in, Mary, that you definitely have got the best legs in the village. Old Bill said he'd like to see some more of them. What do you say, Mary?' It was obvious that the men had enjoyed a few pints before Mary arrived, but butterflies started to jiggle in her stomach as the attention had immediately turned to her with compliments and talk of her legs.

As the time moved on towards 2 o'clock, there were still a few people in the lounge bar, but Mary and the old men were now the only occupants of the snug. The barmen were busy in the other bar, and so the 5 of them had the snug to themselves. Mary tried to keep the moment light and friendly, but she knew the others were all enjoying her feminine company. The sun was coming through the little windows in the snug, the working week was over, and Mary was starting to feel quite relaxed, especially as the brandy was going down a treat!

'I bet old Bill never mentioned my legs at all, did you Bill?' she laughed. 'It's just you, Bert, you old rascal, trying to tease me while I'm enjoying a drink.' She could feel Bert's thigh against her own and she knew the others were taking little glances at her knees whenever they could.

'That's not true, Mary. They all enjoy a lovely glimpse of your legs just as much as I do. Look, there's no-one in here apart from us. What about standing up so we can have another look at you? Go on, Mary,' and as he teased the mature wife, Bert slipped his hand onto her knee again, under the table.

Mary didn't flinch but kept up the teasing and the pretence as she felt those gnarled, strong fingers on her leg once more.

'God, Bert, you're awful, aren't you? You'll embarrass the others by keeping on at me. I'm nearly 50 years old, and you think I've got the best legs in the village? What about those young girls, they've got much better legs than mine,' but she still felt Bert's fingers moving gently up and down her thigh.

'They haven't got nice, shapely legs like you, Mary, and anyway, the others aren't embarrassed at all...in fact, they're worse than I am!' His fingers were going up inch by inch until, suddenly, Mary felt Bert's hand on her naked flesh.

'God, you're wearing stockings, Mary. She's got some sexy stockings on, boys. Corrrr!! That's really lovely, Mary.' Bert's hand had slipped slowly up the succulent thigh and he had reached the soft, white flesh above Mary's stocking tops.

She didn't very often wear stockings and she didn't know what possessed her to do so today, but there must have been just a hint of being a dare-devil today, knowing that she was going to enjoy a drink with Bert at lunch-time. Did she wish for this to happen? Did she just hope in the back of her mind that Bert might feel her thighs once more and find that she was wearing these sexy items? Was Mary playing with fire or was it something that secretly she hoped might happen?

Well, it had happened now, with three of the other old villagers present. Now what was she going to do? She was blushing and still trying to keep a grip on the situation, but she still had to admit to herself that she was enjoying the thrills of a strange, firm hand on her thigh again, and the erotic banter that was now ensuing.

'You shouldn't be talking about my stockings in the pub, Bert,' laughed Mary. 'Who wants to know that?'

'We all do, Mary. You know that. There's no-one in here, is there? Let's have a look, Mary. Let Tom, Jack and Bill have a quick look at your stockings,' and he sort of held her waist, trying to move Mary from her seat into a standing position. 'Come on, Mary, stand up...there's no-one here.' Mary blushed again and took another deep swig of her brandy, trying to decide Yes or No!! It was gone 2 o'clock and the brandy was having a wonderful effect on her nerves, and the snug was still empty apart from the 5 of them. Then old Bill piped up.

'He's right, Mary. We all think you've got a lovely figure and we'd love to see more of your legs. Just a quick look, Mary. Go on, please.' Suddenly, Mary rose from her seat and stood defiantly next to the table, with 4 pairs of eager eyes on her. The thrills and feelings in her body were almost out of control, but Mary just stood silently, her face smiling and blushing, and she gently inched the hem of her skirt up to her stocking tops. All eyes meandered up her delicious, long legs to see just a hint of luscious thigh at the top.

'Higher, Mary. Higher! You look wonderful. There you are..... we said you've got the best legs, and you have.'

'That's enough, you rascals, that's enough now. Someone might come in,' Mary blurted out, but the old men were not going to let this wonderful chance slip by. It was Tom who then added his piece.

'Can we see the back, Mary? Just a quick look at the back of those gorgeous pins. You've got lovely, long legs, you know, and it would be a shame not to see them now.' Mary was still grinning and getting excited at the thrill and danger of it all.

'No, you can't. I can't go showing off my legs in the local pub for you dirty old men, now can I? What will people think if they find out what's been going on? You'll just have to make do with what you've seen,' but her head was buzzing and her little, red panties were once again getting damp at her bravado. Tom still kept pushing his luck and obviously spoke for the others.

'Oh, come on, Mary. Just turn around now,' and his hand was on her waist, gently trying to move her around. It would seem that Mary didn't need much persuasion as her body slowly turned round so that her hands were leaning on the little table. As she stood there, she took another sip of brandy for dutch courage, knowing full well that her skirt was again at the tops of her stockings.

'Corrr......don't she look lovely,' exclaimed Tom. 'You were right, Bert. She's certainly a sexy looking gal,' and now Tom, from where he was sitting, was able to slide his hand onto the back of Mary's legs and gently caress her shapely thighs from the knee upwards. The delight of another strong hand feeling her body froze Mary to the spot and there was just nothing she could do. There was still nobody else in the snug bar and she was caught between the danger of what was happening and the sheer excitement of those warm, sensuous feelings flowing around her body again.

On the other side of her, Bert was grinning from ear to ear and then his hand, too, gently snaked out onto the back of a nylon clad leg. Mary still couldn't move as a second hand played on her legs, but she thought she ought to protest now.

'You shouldn't be doing this, boys, should you? God, I'm behaving just like a loose woman and.......and........please, don't.......God!' but they were only half-hearted protests and made no difference to Bert and Tom. Still their hands toyed with Mary's thighs, still caressing the nylon, and Bert's fingers began to move a little higher, taking the hem of the skirt with them.

'No, no, Bert. Not here! Not here....no.......please.....' but Bert's hand was gently moving Mary's skirt up above the stocking tops so that her soft, white skin was becoming visible to all 4 men. In spite of her protests, Mary didn't move and just took another long swig from her drink as she felt the hands wandering all round the backs of her thighs. She felt like a dentist's patient who didn't want it to happen but just couldn't do a thing about it. Yet, did Mary have feelings in her stomach that were saying she couldn't resist the attention?

A hand moved up her leg a bit further and just felt the soft cheek of her ass........ and then the other hand was on her other cheek. Christ, they're playing with my bottom, she thought. It all seemed to happen so quickly as she felt her hem going even further up the backs of her legs. The two hands were playing all over her bottom, down her thighs and then back up again and Mary's panties were becoming quite wet as her body responded to the gentle attack.

'Oh my God, you men, what are you doing?' but she still stood motionless as her body braced itself while Bert and Tom enjoyed the exploration of this fine looking woman.

'Relax, Mary, relax,' encouraged Bert. 'You know we're not going to hurt you.' Mary knew by now that her skirt was right up at her waist and that the thin sliver of material of her little panties could be seen between the cheeks of her bottom. What shame, what embarrassment, but such wonderful feelings coursed round her body as the elderly hands continued to ignite her passions.

She just moved her feet slightly apart to steady herself and then suddenly......oh my God, so suddenly, she felt a finger gingerly slide along the material of her panties right underneath her body, between her legs.

Mary nearly came on the spot as the finger beautifully caressed the lips of her cunt through the red underwear. All 4 men were watching eagerly now as she was exposed to the touches and eyes of her aggressors. Was she relieved, or was she disappointed, as just then she heard the door behind the bar creak open and someone was coming into the bar.

Mary stood up with a startle and quickly slid her skirt back into place. There were looks of disappointment on the men's faces as they knew that the interruption had stopped a wonderful moment from continuing, but the barman was now there, calling last orders and Mary felt that she had been saved. Was she glad? Was she sorry that the feelings had stopped? She was just pleased that the decision had been taken from her.




Mary: A Desired Older Woman



'I've got to go now, you naughty old men,' she announced. 'I've had too much to drink again, and I want to get out in the sun.' Bert smiled and kept up the pressure.

'You'll have to walk me home again, Mary. It won't take you long and you've got plenty of time to get out in the sun. Come on. You'll have to see your old neighbour safely indoors, won't you?' They said goodbye to the others and then Bert and Mary went off back down the lane towards their homes.

'They liked your stockings, Mary, didn't they,' grinned Bert as they walked the short distance to Bert's bungalow.

'I've never felt so embarrassed, Bert, all you old men looking at my legs and my bottom. Don't you dare say a word about it to anybody. You promise now?'

'Only if you come in and have a coffee with me,' he laughed.

'I knew you were going to say that.....you men are all the same. Well, just 10 minutes then, and then I'm going to sit in the back garden for an hour before I have to make the dinner.'

The two went into Bert's bungalow and Mary took charge of the coffee making again.

It was as she was stirring the coffees on the kitchen worktop that Mary felt a familiar hand on her bottom once more, rubbing gently on her dress, right on the cheeks of her ass. She shivered and froze again, this time not having the excuse of a public place. She knew she should protest but after the strong brandies and the hands exploring her bottom and legs in the pub, Mary was finding it hard to stop the soft, delicious feelings.

'Oh God, Bert, no more, no more, please! I said I was embarrassed and I'm feeling embarrassed again. You're my friend, you naughty old man, and I'm a married lady......ummm, oh please, Bert, not......not.....!!' but Bert just carried on caressing her shapely ass and easing the hem of the black skirt up again.

'Mary, you're a delicious woman, and I know you quite like being teased and admired. I can see it in your eyes.' All the time, Bert had one hand around her waist, holding her in place, while his other hand was on the side of her thigh, easing the skirt higher and higher. Mary felt on fire, stars shooting through her brain, her knees almost knocking, and then she could feel Bert's fingers on her soft skin again. He was above her stockings once more.

'Whether I like it or not, Bert, it's wrong, so wrong. You should know better than to try and take advantage........oh God, don't go any........Bert, Bert....ummmm.'

'Relax, Mary, relax! You know I won't hurt you, you know that,' and his hand had slowly caressed her thigh and moved gently round to the front of her thigh, and then the inside of her thigh.' Mary was breathing heavily now and had put her hands onto the worktop to steady herself. She wanted to scream with pleasure but felt so guilty and ashamed, and again tried to bring a halt to her predicament.

'Please Bert....Bert. We might both regret what might happen and.........ummm, oh God, Bert....it's.....it's......!'

'Shhhh, Mary. It's OK. I haven't touched another woman since my Betty died, and sometimes I find it hard to resist you. You really are sexy, and beautiful, and.....and seeing your lovely bottom in the pub.....well!' By now, Bert's fingers had slid up the inside of Mary's thigh and he had reached her red panties. He just gently caressed the flimsy material but his experienced fingers knew just where to touch. He ran a finger up from beneath her body, right over her wet cunt lips, and easily found Mary's hard clit. Again, she shuddered and let out a small moan but her feet just inched apart a little, quite voluntarily. God, what was happening to her?

'Ummmm, ummmm....Bert, Bert,' but she could do nothing as she felt him move her panties aside and slide a finger into the matt of pubic hair and on to the lips of her cunt. Bert ran his finger up and down the soaking lips, opening them slightly, and then he went back to playing with her clit. He knew this would have the right effect and he could feel Mary battling with her mind as her breathing increased and her little moans got more frequent and louder.

'Ummmm.....ohhhhhh......Oh Bert, I can't do it, I can't do it.......not today, not today! It's not right. Please Bert, ahhhhhhhh,' but her moans were loud, her sighs were so agreeable, and then she felt his fingers go between her lips and into her cunt. At the same time, Bert was able to keep rubbing his thumb across Mary's clit, keeping up the mental and physical pressure on his gorgeous neighbour.

Then Bert grabbed one of her hands from the worktop and gently brought it back behind her. He eased it down and Mary could feel her hand being taken right onto the front of Bert's trousers. Oh my God! She could feel his wonderful cock, rigid and hard and throbbing, even for a man of Bert's age.

'Look what you do to me, Mary. Feel what effect you have on me.' She was still embarrassed, nervous and a little frightened but she couldn't help run her hand over Bert's cock and then hold it through his trousers as she still felt his fingers playing wonderful tunes in her cunt. Then Mary panicked.

'No, no, Bert.....oh God......I can't do this. I'm sorry.....I'm really sorry!' She spun round and all contact with hands and fingers was lost. 'Why don't you take some pictures of me if you want to?' She thought by offering up this treat, it might placate the old man and save her from having to make the decision that was so, so tempting for her. She held Bert's hand tightly, knowing that they were both disappointed, but Mary just knew that at that moment, she couldn't go ahead with something that was completely alien to her.

'Oh Mary. You're so gorgeous and sexy......and you could make an old man so happy, you know,' and Bert was smiling again, the tension of the moment easing off. Mary felt a little more relaxed and then Bert said.

'OK. You did say some more pictures, didn't you, so let me get my camera. I want to see those stocking tops, though, Mary,' and he was teasing her again. Mary still felt a stunning sensation whirring around her body, and her panties were soaking. Her mind was in a haze as Bert took her to the bottom of the stairs and told her to smile for the camera. Click, click, but Mary's mind was anywhere but on having photographs taken.

She had just gone through a thrilling episode of having strange men expose and play with her naked bottom in the pub, and then Bert had had his fingers in her cunt while she was made to feel......and enjoy...the hardness of his cock in the privacy of his home. She was getting so close, being so tempted, but Mary still shied away from the ultimate act of adultery. When Bert asked her to lift her skirt for another photo, Mary just did it without question.

She lifted the hem to her waist, she turned to all angles, and she just carried on in a zombie-like state. Letting her neighbour take some more risqué pictures of her was mild, Mary told herself, in comparison to letting herself be fucked over the kitchen work-top just yards from her own front door. The thought was wonderful but the ultimate giving in to her own desires was something that she just couldn't bring herself to do at present.

Mary just wanted to get away after all this and she got back to the old habit of telling Bert to behave himself as she made for the front door.

'I'll see you next week, Bert, and Eric will probably be in to see you over the weekend. Now, you just keep those pictures to yourself, otherwise there won't be any more, you old rascal,' and she gave Bert a soft kiss on his cheek before opening the door. He still managed to caress her ass as she left and called out,

'Look after those long legs, Mary. See you next week,' and the afternoon was over. Bert was on his own for the rest of the day and night!

Mary went straight home, changed into her bikini, and took her sun lounger into the garden, right against the big hedge where no-one could see her and she wasn't overlooked. The sun was warm and high in the sky and she just sat there with her thoughts, letting the warm sun melt into her body. She shivered at what might have been and what had actually happened. She knew that wearing a tight skirt and stockings had been provocative and, after a few brandies, she had allowed things to get out of hand.

But did she regret it? Of course she didn't. She was on a high, the men had enjoyed playing with her bottom and legs and it had given her the most wonderful thrills. Her physical needs at home were still being almost ignored, and just to feel like a desirable woman again was giving Mary a new zest for life, a new outlook and a dangerous excitement.

To feel Bert's wonderful cock in her hand was fantastic, and to feel the touch of his fingers inside her panties, playing on all the right spots, was something that Mary thought she might never experience again. Had she been foolish and immature to panic and stop Bert in his tracks? He was only an old widower who would never wish her any harm, and Mary knew that 90% of his life was spent alone in his bungalow, looking at the four walls. Oh God, she thought. Here I am toying with my mind, trying to find excuses as to why I didn't let my neighbour fuck me! Don't be stupid. Put it to the back of your mind. Your husband will be home soon and there are other things to look forward to!

She found her nipples to be as hard as iron and she just let her fingers wander over her bikini bottoms, wanting so much to bring fulfilment to her aching body. God, once again, Mary was full of aching frustration, wanting to channel her energies in the right direction but when she looked at her watch, she knew that Eric would soon be pulling up in the car, and she tried to put all these troublesome thoughts out of her mind. It was becoming so difficult!

On Saturday morning, Eric took Bert in the car into town for a few things. They were back by noon and then Eric took Mary out for a meal in the evening. The conversation was quite relaxed between husband and wife until Eric said,

'Old Bert certainly likes you going round to see him during the week.' Mary became a little nervous at what might have been discussed between the two men.

'Why, what did he have to say?' Eric smiled at his wife.

'He says I've got a very attractive wife and that it really makes his day when you visit.'

'That's kind of him, isn't it,' replied Mary. 'We're only helping out a neighbour, like most people do, aren't we? And it isn't any trouble, is it?' She didn't know what else to say, and she hoped that her face didn't betray any guilt she might feel.

'Yes, but he says he is very lucky to a have a sexy, attractive lady pop in and see him each day. He said that you're very popular in the village, and I should be very proud to have such a lovely wife.'

'And are you?' Mary asked, pointedly.

'Of course I am....you know that. Come on, it's getting late and it's been a busy day again.' End of conversation. Mary breathed a sigh of relief but was a little miffed that her husband couldn't make the effort to compliment and perhaps tease her himself. All she wanted was to feel desired and appreciated by her own husband.

That night, Eric made a token effort to make love to his wife. Perhaps it was the thought of the villagers finding her 'sexy and attractive,' but the coupling didn't last very long and was soon over, Mary only enjoyed brief moments and didn't have an orgasm, and Eric was soon snoring by her side once more. Mary was left totally frustrated again, and her thoughts went back to Friday afternoon and.....and.....oh God, no, no, put all those thoughts out of your mind, she told herself.

On Monday, Mary nipped into town to get some meat for the week from the supermarket, and then rushed home as the weather was hot again. Not a day to give up a visit to the beach. She called into Bert at his bungalow about half past ten, knocking on the back door and sliding in, as usual.

'Hello Mary, had a good weekend? Thank Eric for taking me into town on Saturday. It made a nice change.' Mary laughed.

'Yes, he told me you had a nice chat. I hope you remembered to stay discreet, you old rascal,' and she could see Bert grinning at her. 'Look, here's you're dinner, Bert. Chicken pie today. I haven't got to go to school today......it's a training day or something......so I'm going home to change, and then I'm going down to the bay to have a nice swim and a sunbathe. OK?'

'Oh, can't you stay a little longer, Mary....you've only just arrived.....and you look so sexy again today. I don't know how you do it, with all the rushing about you do.'

'I don't look sexy at all, you devil. It's a beautiful day and I want to get down the beach, Bert. You should get out in the fresh air as well, you know. Now, I've got to go!'

'Well, I might just have a walk down to the bay and have a look at you in your bikini. I might just do that! But you still look really sexy at the moment, Mary. Really smart and attractive. Just one picture, Mary, before you go.......just one, please!!!!'

'God, you are the limit, Bert, you really are. I haven't got time to stand here while you take pictures again. Hurry up, then, hurry up. You've got 5 minutes, you old rascal, and then I'm going.' Bert moved like a gazelle, taking his camera from the cupboard and he managed to cajole Mary into posing for 2 or 3 minutes before she put her foot down and headed for the door.

'You come down for some fresh air, Bert...it'll do you good,' and she was gone, once again feeling a little thrill in her loins at posing provocatively for her randy neighbour. Bert spent the next 30 minutes fiddling on his computer, admiring the pictures he had saved from previous days, and slobbering over the new ones from this morning. Yes, he was certainly going to walk down to the bay to see this gorgeous woman in her bikini!

She had tried to look smart to make the short trip into town, and Bert had caught her with high heels, a little black jacket and a nice skirt. He had even managed to tease her into raising her skirt to show her little, black panties before she brought proceedings to a halt, and it was these pictures that Bert was now lusting over.

He resisted taking his cock from his trousers and masturbating while he looked at the sexy wife, as he wanted to get down to the beach to enjoy the real thing in her bikini. After safely filing away the pictures, Bert was soon stepping from his front door, and setting off for the leisurely stroll down to the bay.

In the little bay, only a handful of people were present on this beautiful, warm Monday morning. Mary had quickly taken off her little skirt and top and was gently swimming in the sea. She was a strong swimmer, having learnt at a very early age, and she had probably swum in this bay nearly every year for the last 40 years or more. She lay on her back and gently floated, letting the sun caress her face, but it was her thoughts that really concentrated her mind.

Once again, she had been thrilled by the way Bert had taken control of her senses this morning, making her pose again for some sexy pictures. It had seemed to become a habit now, and Mary really looked forward to picking out clothes from her wardrobe that Bert would appreciate. She always tried to remain respectable and smart, but she just tried to include a hint of arousal to whet the old man's appetite. It certainly seemed to be working......and it certainly was giving Mary untold thrills!

Because of the lack of real satisfaction at home, Mary was getting more and more enjoyment from her little visits to Bert's house and to the pub and, if she was honest, what had occurred so far had really excited her and filled her with naughty thoughts whenever she was feeling a little depressed. The photographs were harmless but gave Mary a lovely warm feeling while she posed. Then there was the lunchtime drink in the Swan pub, being exposed and having her bottom felt by more than one pair of hands.......so embarrassing and dangerous, but thrilling at the same time, and then there was the brief minutes when Bert had had his hands in her panties, feeling her cunt and, pushing his fingers.........Christtt......her loins were starting to itch again!!!

In the water, Mary felt her feminine frustrations welling up in her stomach at the thoughts, and the sun on her body and the sea lapping between her legs only accentuated the way her body was becoming needy. She looked along the shore, but there was hardly anyone there to observe her actions.....how could they know what she was thinking anyway? She continued to float in the water but her fingers drifted down her bikini and caressed between her open legs, and she wanted so much to rub hard and feel a stunning orgasm wash over her. She started to enjoy her own touch, and could feel her cunt lips opening, but decorum and the need to act properly in public overcame her animal desires.

She quickly ducked her head into the sea and swam about 50 yards just to get her body out of this erotic mood, and then Mary decided to go and lay on the sands and enjoy the sun for a couple of hours, trying to calm down.

As she walked out of the water, she suddenly saw Bert walking along the shore towards her. Once more, Mary's nerves jangled a little, both with excitement and trepidation.

'Found you again, haven't I,' the old man joked as he reached the grinning wife. She had a towel and a small sun lounger on the sands and Mary quickly dried off before setting up her lounger and sitting down. She could see Bert taking in every inch of her shapely body, with a lecherous grin all over his face. Her bikini was not indecent, but it fitted her every curve and, because it was pink with dark polka dots, she certainly was an attractive sight on an otherwise deserted beach.

As she sat on her lounger, Bert looked down on her and she knew he could see her firm breasts spilling from the material, as well as the long expanse of flesh from her firm, delicious thighs. It was Mary's turn to tease a little.

'You've decided to get out of your armchair then, Bert, and get some exercise, have you? Are you going to have a swim?'

'Not likely, Mary. Too cold for me. I just came down so I could see you in your bikini.....and it was well worth it........coooorrrr.......you look good enough to eat! I think I'll have to get myself some bathers and join you one day,' he laughed.

'You just keep your naughty thoughts to yourself, you old devil. I just want to get some sun on my body while I've got the chance.'

'Would you like some cream on your back, Mary......and anywhere else you might want?'

'No I don't, thank you, Bert, so don't go trying it on. Either you're going to have a swim or.......,' but he didn't let her finish.

'I could rub some cream gently all the way to the tops of those lovely legs.....just to make sure you don't get sunburned!' he laughed again. Mary felt a little shiver go up her spine at the thought.

'Stop it, Bert, stop being a dirty old man again,' but, secretly, Mary was enjoying the flirting once more. She was enjoying him admiring her body and teasing her and then, suddenly, casting caution to the wind and being brave beyond reason, she said,

'Why don't you get some more exercise and walk round to the Swan for a drink. Then I can have my sunbathe and perhaps...... only perhaps, I might call in for a coffee on the way back up the lane,' and there was a glint in her eye as she held Bert's gaze.

'You're just saying that, you little devil, Mary....you're just saying that to get rid of me. If I go to the pub, you'll stay down here and then go straight back home, won't you?'

'What if I promise to call in, Bert? Look, while you have a pint or two in the Swan, I can enjoy the sun for another couple of hours, and then I'll call in for a coffee.....I promise.......but no hanky-panky though, and I think it's your turn to make me a coffee, isn't it?' and she gave one of her beguiling smiles. Bert's cock was definitely starting to stir as he stood there on the beach, listening to the tempting words.




Mary: A Desired Older Woman



'You promise, Mary? You promise?' She smiled and nodded her head again. 'OK, I'll have a nice walk to the pub, but I'll be home by 2o'clock. Don't you leave it too long before you come in for that coffee.'

'Oh, be off with you. I said I'll be there, and I will. You just make sure you've got that kettle on.'

Mary tussled with her thoughts as she lay on the sands. Could she continue to control events if she went to Bert's bungalow? By promising to call in, was she giving the green light to the old man? She was enjoying the attention, the compliments and the dangerous liaisons that had developed, and the fact was that she looked forward to her daytime timetable now more than she looked forward to her evenings. It was a terrible thing to say, but she knew that if she were to stop everything that was happening, her life would return to the monotony of just being a middle-aged housewife once more.

That might be the best thing to do, she thought, but for the moment she just couldn't do it....she was just enjoying the fun and wickedness of the friendship, and hoped that it could just remain as such. Mary had another swim and then dried off in the sun and then at about 2pm, she gathered her things and began the brisk walk back up the lane.

She called out as she slid open the back door of Bert's bungalow. He was bound to be in....she was that confident!

'Are you there, Bert? I hope you've got that kettle on,' she called out. She heard movement in the hall and then Bert came into the kitchen, smiling all over his face. She could see that he had enjoyed a drink or two, even though he wasn't drunk. 'So, where's that coffee you promised me, Bert? I can't rely on you at all, can I?'

'Steady down, Mary. Steady down. I wanted to be sure you were coming before I put the kettle on, but now you're here, why don't you have a sit down......Corrrrrrr.....you don't half look good in that bikini, you do.' Mary blushed as she took one of the wooden seats at the little, kitchen table. Although she had put on a jumper and a tiny skirt for her walk back from the beach, her little bikini bottoms were still visible and they set Bert's pulse racing once more.

The old man made the coffees and put them down on the little table before drawing his chair right up close to where Mary was sitting. Straight away, she knew he could see the whole expanse of her thighs and probably glimpses of the polka dot material peeping out. This alone, even without any touching, sent goose pimples across Mary's skin and she revelled in the fact that Bert was taking little glimpses at her body. Those stimulating, naughty feelings were starting to meander around her body once more. She tried to tease Bert again.

'So, how many pints did you have in the Swan then, Bert? Too many to know what you're doing, I suppose?'

'Only two, Mary. Only two. I wanted to get back because you promised to come round and I would never miss one of your visits, Mary. You know that! And I think you wanted to pop in and see me again, didn't you.......you wanted to come round and show me those delicious legs again, didn't you,' he laughed, but he was looking into her eyes and his hand reached across the short distance to her knee.

'You cheeky devil, Bert,' but her legs didn't move as she felt those old gnarled fingers touch her skin once more. 'I just happen to have my beach skirt on which shows off a lot of leg, but don't you go getting any ideas again,' but Mary was laughing and still didn't flinch as Bert began to caress her skin and move his fingers up and down her thigh.

'Oh, come on, Mary. I've worked out how you are feeling and how maybe you get just a little excited. Don't worry Mary. I do understand that you're a really attractive, sexy woman and that maybe things at home are.........' and his hand went a little higher up her leg.

'God, Bert. You shouldn't be saying these things and..........I feel ashamed of what has happened already.......I'm married to Eric and shouldn't be.......and those photographs! You promise that nobody........,' but she had to stop as Bert's hand had now reached the material of her bikini bottoms and his other hand was easing the little skirt right to the tops of her legs.

'I've told you those photos are just for me, Mary. They're my private collection, but they do me the world of good when I have a look at them.' He had stood up now and moved behind Mary, his hands still at the tops of her thighs. 'I want some of you in your bikini before you go today........cooorrrr, you look gorgeous in your bikini.'

'Good God, what am I going to do with you, you naughty old man?' Mary smiled but her legs didn't move as she felt the seductive feelings slide round her body. He was tickling the tops of her thighs, and she just wanted it to continue. His arms were round her body from the back, and his hands were at the tops of her thighs. Bert began to softly kiss her neck while his fingers played on her thighs and Mary became swoozy and tense, even though the feelings were wonderful.

The more that seconds turned into minutes, the less resistant and nervous Mary became. The touches on her skin were gentle and erotic, and her adrenalin was flowing from her exercise on the beach. Mary just couldn't stop what was happening and she was now finding it more and more impossible even to make a token protest....but she made one last effort.

'Bert, Bert......we shouldn't be doing.........' but Bert was almost in control of the sexy wife now and his hands kept the stunning feelings waltzing around her body. 'Why don't you just take a couple of pictures and.......,' but Bert was still on the attack.   

'Will you do something for me, Mary? Feel me, Mary. Feel what you do to me. We can do some pictures later.' He took her hand and, although she was mentally fighting a battle with herself, Mary allowed her hand to be taken onto the front of his trousers again.

'Oh God, Bert. Do I do that to you? Do I make you hard like that?' Her hand felt the hardness of the mature cock and Mary could only grasp the thick rod in the trousers and slide her fingers up and down, lust now overtaking any sensible thoughts. He was as hard as the other day, and Mary was just like jelly, sitting on her seat. Bert didn't need to hold her hand any longer as Mary just ran her fingers up and down, occasionally squeezing the wonderful specimen.

Immediately, Bert's hands went onto her bikini bottoms, sliding between her legs, feeling her wetness and Mary, God forbid, just opened her thighs enough for Bert to play with her cunt lips through the material. She had tried to resist the temptations over the last few weeks, she had tried to be a loyal wife, but it had all built up inside her and now there just seemed no turning back.

'Yes....yes, you do that to me, Mary, and no-one else has done that since my Betty died.' With one hand, he turned Mary's head and kissed her gently on the lips, but then the kiss was harder, their lips mashing together and their tongues fighting one another. His fingers were still playing with her cunt through the bikini, and Mary was still enjoying the feel of Bert's wonderful cock, but things were getting serious and moving more quickly.

Bert pulled Mary up from her seat and they faced one another. His hands went behind her and pulled the little skirt up to feel the cheeks of her ass. Their mouths joined again and their tongues fought again, and Mary's hand was still playing on the front of Bert's trousers. He moved her hand to the top of the trouser zip, and looked into her eyes. Mary grinned.

'You're the absolute devil, you are Bert,' but her hand gently took the zip down to the bottom and she gingerly moved her fingers inside his trousers as she felt Bert's hands toying with the cheeks of her ass.

As she suddenly felt his wonderful cock once more, her heart thumped hard in her chest and butterflies whizzed round her stomach. She held Bert's solid penis and gently squeezed, and she could feel his fingers go under her bikini to enjoy playing with the rump of her mature bottom. Oh God, she thought, this is it.........this is actually happening! She panicked slightly.

'What about those photos, Bert? Don't you want some pictures of my bikini?'

'And let you go now that I've got you? You'll pose for my pictures and then won't let me touch you again.' Mary took a deep breath.

'I promise Bert.' She squeezed his thick cock and ran her fingers up and down it, feeling the veins and excitement that it was generating in her body. 'I promise I'll hold your coc......ummm.....your thingy, Bert, if you want me to......but you can take a couple of pictures if you like.'

'You promise, Mary? You really promise?' and he slid his hands all round Mary's naked ass under the bikini. Bert couldn't believe his luck. Not only was she offering to pose again, but she was in such a state that she was promising to hold his cock again. Quickly, he got his camera and began to click away at the wife from down the lane. After a few shots he increased the odds.

'Why don't you take off that little skirt so I can see that bikini and your lovely bum more clearly?' Mary didn't care any more. She was smitten, she was feeling randy and the wetness in her bikini told its own story. She slipped off her shoes and then slowly peeled off the tiny skirt to show off the tight bikini bottoms. Bert was almost slobbering as he clicked away with the digital camera and then he took Mary by the hand again. She had been smiling all the time he took pictures and, as Bert put down the camera on the work top, they moved into a clinch once more.

There were no words spoken and, as Bert's zip had still been open all the while, as promised, Mary eased her hand into the open trousers and felt for the prize cock. She sighed quietly as her fingers went round the rigid tool and then their lips met again for another passionate kiss. Her mind went over the last few weeks, the photos and display in the pub, the way Bert had caressed and tantalised her cunt, the teasing compliments and the........well, I suppose it was a complete but gentle seduction. Now she was openly and quite naturally holding his appreciative cock.......and Mary was loving every minute.

Bert's fingers were moving the bikini bottoms gradually over her bottom and easing them down to the tops of her thighs. One hand moved to the front and meandered in the matt of dark hair around Mary's vagina and slowly went to the soaking lips of her cunt. She was toying with his hard cock and he was in the lips of her cunt. There was no resistance left in Mary, the seduction had moved on too far for that and they just played with each others body almost in silence.

As she ran her fingers up and down the throbbing prick, it seemed to be becoming harder and thicker in her hand. She pulled it from his trousers and looked down.

'Oh God, Bert, you feel so hard.....ummmmm,' but her mind suddenly went to her own body as Bert slid a finger inside her. She eased her naked feet apart and Bert slid another finger inside her, exploring her wet cunt and pushing in gently. Mary's own fingers slid to his balls and cupped and squeezed softly, and then she was running her hand round the thick meat and sliding up and down again. The fingers in her cunt were almost lifting her up a few inches but the erotic and stunning feelings were permeating around her body like nothing she had felt for years.

'Sit on the table, Mary. Come on, sit on the table,' and Bert easily manoeuvred the eager body onto the side of the wooden table where he lifted her onto the edge. As he looked at her nervous face, Bert eased the bikini down her legs and tossed it onto the floor. He stroked her long thighs, easing them apart and holding them between his strong arms, and then Bert bent forward and his head went between her welcoming, open legs. Mary shivered and groaned as she felt his tongue touch her cunt.

'Ahhhhh...oh God, Bert.....ummm!' He began to lap at her there, feeling the nectar of her juices on his mouth, his tongue searching out her clit and giving it special attention, and his fingers just played all around the opening body. In the end, Mary just eased her body back so that she was laying right back on the table, with Bert holding her thighs up and apart while he enjoyed the fruits of her body with his mouth.

She had to stifle little screams as she felt her clit being pummelled by Bert's tongue. It had been many years since she had enjoyed this foreplay and the feelings were incredible...if only.....she put those thoughts right out of her head. She was naked from the waist down but she cared not one iota. The feelings in her body were indescribable and she didn't want them to stop. Bert carried on like a man possessed but in a sort of slow motion, Mary's body began to make little jumps off the table. Her ass moved as Bert licked and nibbled at the frantic clit and he had to hold her thighs tightly as Mary began to go wild.

'No....no....Bert....ummmmm, oh yeeeeessss! You know just where to ...aghhhhhhhhhh!' and suddenly, the first orgasm attacked her body and washed all round her nerves to the ends of her toes and fingers. Bert felt her juices increase and then he lifted his head and wiped his face. He smiled at the vision in front of him, and then he held his cock in his hand.

He still held her legs up as he moved his body forward, closer to the table. Mary looked down between her legs and offered her hand for guidance. Bert didn't need it! He was too experienced to need help! She was breathing heavily now, and just let it happen.

'Ohhh....Bert.....Bert....it's beautiful......Yes...... yes please...!!' She was almost begging. She felt the tip open her slowly and then Bert was stretching her with his superb cock. Her legs were now resting on his shoulders as she felt him ease inside her, and she felt her cunt opening wide to accept this wonderful intrusion. Over the last few years, by this time the sex would have been all over for her.......now, it was just beginning. Again, Mary blanked out these thoughts and just concentrated on the moment.

Bert held her hips and thighs and began to slide back and forth, trying to push in deeper with each stroke. He was succeeding. Bert had finally got to fuck the sexy wife from down the lane and he was enjoying every second....and so was she! In, out, in, out, deeper with each fuck and Mary was moaning and sighing in complete abandonment.

As the coupling increased in pace and vigour, Bert moved even closer, pushing Mary's legs back so that her knees were moving towards her chest. In, out, in, out, he was really ramming his appreciative cock as deep and as hard as he could into her.

'Ummmm......oh God, Bert....Bert....I can feel you so deep in me.....ummm.....I can feel you filling me up......you feel so big inside me....ahhhh!'

'Are you comfortable, Mary? Do you want to stand up and let me fuck you doggie-style?' he laughed.

'No, no.....oh for God sake, Bert. Don't stop....ummm......don't stop, please......just keep, just keep......!'

'Say it, Mary. Say the word,' and he held her legs tightly and really thrust into her body as he watched her face.

'Just keep....ummmm, oh God, just keep fucking me, Bert.....ohhhhhhh!!' Her head was thrashing from side to side, her eyes were closed and her hands were splayed tensely either side of her body. Bert had his arms either side of her thighs and he leaned forward and took Mary behind her neck with one hand, lifting her head slightly. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

'Good Mary? Is it good? You wanted a good fuck, didn't you?' he grinned.

'Don't keep going on, Bert. Just fuck me, fuck me.......ummmm, fuck me harder, harder!' she almost screamed. He held her head and held her gaze. He was really thrashing and rutting into her body and they were both moving inches as their bodies went back and forth. A culmination was fast approaching for both of them and sweat gleamed from their bodies. Bert thought he was fucking a velvet glove, it was so smooth, and Mary enjoyed the thrill of a red-hot poker stretching her cunt.

On and on it went, in, out, in, out, back and forth, harder and harder, no words now being spoken except little groans as the bodies were on automatic pilot. Bert was like a piston, firing into the succulent cunt, and Mary could feel this piston rod opening her body and giving her thrill after thrill, like never before. Suddenly, she felt the piston stop deep inside her and Bert groaned.

There was the feeling of a few little squirts of juice firing into her body and this frantic movement also induced Mary to reach her own pinnacle. She screamed as her body tensed and her ass jumped off the table one last time. Her orgasm thrashed around her body with even more force than the first one and then they both just moaned and sighed quietly as this fantastic fuck slowly ground to a shuddering halt.

'Oh my goodness, Bert. What have you done? I haven't felt like that for.......that was beautiful, you naughty old man,' and her hand went between her legs to just stroke his cock as it slowly slid from her body.

They gently eased apart and Bert helped Mary up from the table. He ran his hands down her thighs and round onto her ass again, but Mary suddenly had thoughts of elsewhere.

'Oh God, Bert. What's the time?' She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. It said half past three. 'I've got to go, Bert. Look at the time......I've got such a lot to do at home...oh God!' She tried to gather her clothes and get dressed, every movement watched by her elderly neighbour.

'Don't panic, Mary, don't panic. It's only half past three....you've got time for another coffee, haven't you?'

'No, no, Bert. I've got to go....I really have.' She held the old man's hand and reached to give him a kiss on the cheek. 'Thankyou, Bert....that was beautiful, but........but.......oh God!' and she was blushing again.

'I know, Mary, I know. Not a single word to anybody. Do you think I'm going to shout it all over the village? But you'll be in to visit me again tomorrow, won't you?'

'Only if you behave yourself, you naughty old man,' and Mary was grinning again, their relationship back on an even keel. She slipped out of the back door. 'See you tomorrow, Bert.' She was still blushing as she went up the lane, imagining that all the village knew what she had been doing. But what had she started?

What would happen on her next visit to old Bert.....and the next visit......and the next visit??? Mary tried not to think about it!!



Mary, A Sister or Wife?



Naanum en sister Maryum appadi ondrum rombavum closenu solla mudiyathu oru 15 vayasu varai.10th varai Mary girls school naan boys school. so rendu perum athigam parthukka mudiyathu. Melum evening tuition vera. veettukku vantha home work athu ethunu ore velai thaan irukkum. so naanga rendu perum closea irunthathu illai. naan Marykku 1 varusham moothavan. ava 10th mudichuttu +2vukku naan padicha schoola avalum join panninal. appa naan +2 padichuttu irunthen. Appathan naanga rendu perum close aaga arambichom. padippula rendu perume payangara pootti arambichathu. aana sandai athu ethunu ethuvum pottathillai. naanga real friends pola ellama konjam openavum pesa arambichom. konjam sex kooda pechil undu. antha vayasu appadi irunthuchu.

Mary pakka nalla latchanama iruppaal. Schoola en kathu paduve romba peru ava ethanai alagu appadi ippadinu pesarathu theriyum. naanum antha alagai rasichen. enakku perumayavum irunthuchu ava alagai pathi.rombavum ollinu illama correctana udambu. ellam alavu eduthappala irukkum avalukku.nalla sigappu. thodai varaikkum nalla karu karunu mudi irukkum. Maryoda kannu rendum nalla brown. sariyana structure.Mary romba intelligent type.athunala vera mathiri yaravathu move pannina kooda romba neata cut panniduva. ava ennikume udama sexya theriyura mathiri nadunthukittathillai. irunthalum ava alagai kandu co-students kooda poramai paduvanga. pasangalakko, eppadiyavathu ava kitta oru vaarthai pesa mudiyaathunu alaivanunga. aana ava rendu perum ore schoolnu vanthappuram enkitta romba romba closeavum personalavum pesa arambichaa. ethuvai irunthaalum enkitthaan first sollittu panrathu.oru vithathila naan avalukku guru mathiri. rendu perum romba nerungiya friends pola ellathayum opena pesikkuvom.appa ava nenchila sumikkira kutti agni puthravin alagayum rasippen. nalla vinnunu avalakku mulai rendum kutthittu nikkum. sila nerathila ava dress change pannumpothu parthu irukken appadi antha anubavam moochu vangum anubavam. bra illama rendu moonu thadavai parthu irukken. appa appa rendu mulai jangnu appadi oru shapela irukkum. Naanthan first padippa mudichuttu velaikku ponen. ooril irunthu 300 km antha college. en athirstam naan padicha collegekku pakkathileye velai kidachathu. Maryum naan padicha collegela sernthaa.ava padippu mudiyaravarai naanga rendu perum adicha kottathirkku alave illai. athanai kurumbu. velie pona onnathan . enga parthalum naanga rendu perum onnathaan thirivom. neriya peru enga rendu peraiyum loversnu ninaikkarthu undu. naangalum ethuvum solluvathillai. naanga rendu perum annan thangainu yarukittayum sonnathu illai.adikkadi engalai onna paartha romba peru yaaru athu un loveranu kekka arambichathuku appuram thaaan naanum avalai speciala paakka arambichen.

Naan collegela padikkumpothu masturbute pannumpothellam en kanuvu kanni yaaruna Marythaan. avalai ninachuthan naan kai adipathu undu. oru murai avalai bra and pantyoda partha sambavathai ninache kai adikum session pannuvathundu.appuram oru murai amma appa illatha pothu bra illama tee-shirt pottu mini skirt pottathai ninaichu parthu kai adipen. antha tee-shirtla ava mulai kampu rendum rendu kannu kanakka ava nenjila thuruthi kittu irunthai, ippa ninaichulum enakku jivvunu aaguthu. appave avalai kindal panninen. endi ellorukkum rendu kannuthane. unakku mattum eppadi 4 kannunu kindal panniyathukku, ava chee poda unakku vera velai illayanu poi kobam kattiyathum nalla ninaivukku varuthu.

Naan velai pakkara companyila Shamsathnu oru alagana ponnum velai partha.Rendu perum ore section vera. nalla friend enpatha vida naanga loversathan palaginom. naan velai parkkum officekku konjam pakkathila oru thani veedu eduthu thanginen.Shamsathum adikadi en veettukku varuva. avathan ennudiya ore loverum girl friendum kooda.Mary hostelil thangi padipathala enakku problem vanthathu illai. Saturday evening mattum ennodu vanthu thanguva. matha 5 naalum Shamsathum naanum ore kottam adipathu engal pozhuthupookku. Mary vantha mattum romba amaithiya irunthurven. rendu naalum nalla sappadu kidaikkum.Mary nalla samaikkavum seivaal. antha nerangalil nanum avalukku help pannuvathu undu. nalla jollya pozhuthu pogum. sometimes double meaning kindalum undu.naan pazham ethavathu vangi varavaanu ketta, en unkitta illayanu thiruppi keppa. naan coffeekku paal ilayenu ketta irukku aana paala karakka mudiyathunu kindala pathil varum.

Maryayum oruvan eppadiyo jeyuthuvittan endru seithi kidaithapothu, enakku poramaya irunthathu.ethukku munnadi neriya boys avaloda pesi irukkanga, appa konjama poramai varum. ippa avanai pakkumpothellam payangara poramaya irukku.Shamsathum naanum marriage pannalamnu decide panninom.namma ooril foreign mathiri marriage panama sernthu vazha mudiyathu. so marriage pannalamnu decide pannittom.aana nanga rendu perum sexila ellamum pannittom. Maryum antha summeril padippa mudichuttu oorukku pooitta.enakku konjam ekkamavum irunthuruchu.

Oorrukku pooi konja naal kalichu amma appa rendu perum phone panni dei David, Marykkum nee irukkira oorilaye velai kidachurukku. nalaikku ava kilambi vara pathirama parthukko.unnai nambithan avalai anga anupuromnu sonna udene enakku santhosam thanga mudiyala. athai veli kattikkama sarinu phonea vaichuttu ore anantha kathal. ennudiya nalla velai Shamsathum ooril illai. illai endral naanum Shamsathum panra sex velai therinchu irukum. next day morning Mary railway stationil irunthu phone pannina ava voice kettavudene enakku jivvunu aachu. railway stationla Marya partha pothu rendu perukkum ore anantham. enna pesarathune theriyala. rendu perum oruvarai oruvar parthukonde irunthom ethuvum pesama.avalukku ennai pakka pakka kannile kanneer vara arambichuruchu. chee loose ethukkudi alare. ellorum pakkuranga seekiram vandila erudinu solli avalai veettukku kootti vanthen.

Mary nee first kulichuttu rest edudi. naan officekku pooittu evening varen. evening engayavathu pogalam sariya. mathiyam sappadukku enna panre? hotel or nee cook panraya? illai David naan thoonga poren.nalaikku vena cook panren ippothaikku tiffin mattum vangi kodu mathiyam nan pathukkirenda. sari nee kulichuttu varathukkule tiffin vangittu varen rendu perum sernthu sappidalam. nee kathavai poottikkodi engate innoru key irukkunu kilambitten. Tiffin vankittu veetukku vanthu doora thiranthu ulla pona Mary appathan kulichuttu towela kattitu bathroom vittu veliya vara enakku oru nimisham enna seirathunu theriyala. sorry Marynu solla ava mm parava illai yaaru parthanga neethane onnum thappillainga, amam ennathan appadi parthen onnum thapillainu solla, ellam cover panni irukku, etho pona poguthunu un kalmattum theriyuthu. romba pigu pannathe, seekiram sappidalamdi. oho unakku fulla pakka viruppama sari sari nee konjam periya aaluthanda.

Nightya pottutu vanthaal. David naan pakka eppadi irukendanu nenja nimithittu kekka, mmm unaku ennadi nee romba alagu enna kannai kuthura alaga irukkudi athuthandi kastam. ethuda un kannai kuthuthu solluda vendam sonna vamba pogum. parava illai summa solluda. mm vanthu vanthu un milk bottles thandi. Oho ethuva ethukkuthan appadi sonnaya. naa alaga irukkene illaya athai sollu. endi un alagakku enna koraichal.neethan school padikkara kalathil irunthe ethanai pera mayakkam poda vaichurukke. appadi irukkumpothu un alagukku ennadi koraichal.pesitte sappittathila neram ponathu theriyala. sari Mary nee thoongu naan kilamburen evening parkalam sariya.evening office mudichu seekirama veettukku vanthen. Mary readya irunthaa. chudi pottu romba alaga iruntha.red color chudi mela thopputta podama irunthathukku ava mulai rendum kumnu irunthathu.nee ennai adikadi perumoochu vida vaikiradi. enda mela ethuvum podama irupathala? unakku mattumthandi intha tharishanam veliye pogumpothu naan mela thoppatta poduvenda. naanum fresh pannittu jeansum cotton shirt pottutu bikela kilambinom. dee first un choice movie or hotel? rendukkum vendam engavathu parkku poo. Appurama hotel povom sariya. saridinu oru parkuku ponom. anga pona ore lovers. chee podi inga fulla lovers namma vanthathu wastedee. poda fool yaru sonnathu. endi eppadi sollure? onnum illai poda. parka suthi pakkalam vaa. hei Mary nee ethoyo maraikkira solludi en un face oru mathiriya poguthu pls solludi plsdee. chee poda matten solla matten.plsdee plsdee. onnum illai en face eppavum polathanda irukku. illaidee un face reddisha marichudi.plsdee unnai kenji kekkuren, ethuva irunthalum thappa ninaikka mattende. sari vaa ippa movikke povom.ange unakku ethavathu puriyuthanu paaruda. sari vaa time aguthu seekiram poganum movikku. 

She picked out Gladiator, and it turned out to be a very momentous choice.In the movie, Joaquin Phoenix plays the Emperor of Rome who is infatuated with his own sister. All through the movie he kept trying to seduce her,finally blackmailing her into being his lover.Mary kept casting glances at me, grinning, but it made me uncomfortable.It made me realize how much I desired my own sister. How much I’d fallen in love with her.On the drive home afterward, Mary was thoughtful.“Why do you think he was like that?” she asked me,meaning the Emperor in the movie. “I mean, he’s rich and powerful, he could have any woman in the world. Why his own sister?” I was glad she couldn’t see my face in the dark. “Maybe,” I suggested, “he just thought she was the most beautiful and desirable woman he’d ever known. No one else would do.” “Oh,” she replied, pensive. “I thought it might be because he wanted a child of pure blood or something.” Shit. I hadn’t thought of that. I’d projected my own feelings into it. I tried to read her expression but couldn’t. I just hoped she didn’t see through my thin answer to my desire beneath.

Back at my place,Mary nightykku marittu hallukku vantha. Nightyin mel rendu button podama irunthathai partha vudene ennala en feelingsa control panna mudiyala. athodu adikadi ava breasta pakkara asayayum control panna mudiyala. athoda ava nighty veru low neck eppadi irukkum enakku. en sunniyo adangama thulla arambichuruchu. enna control panninalum thudikka arambikka.Marykku romba periya mulainu solla mudiyattilum romba alagana katchunu irukkira mulai pakka pakka kannai kuthura mulai. 32 size irukkumnu ninaikkiren. ethavathu sollanum enpathakkaga romba alagana nightynu ularinen. udene Mary kila kunichu parthuttu thanks anna endral. Mary perukkal kuri mathiri nenjila kaiyya vaichuttu en boobs onnum perusa kattara mathiri illayenu solla, podi unakku enna romba alaganathum adakkamagavum irukku..Mary appadie ava mulaiya thadavittu appadi ondrum enakku theriyala nee sollura mathiri,ennudiya boobs romba sinnathu thaanda.illaidee nee ninaikkira mathiri un mulai rendum romba sariyana size thandi. unakku konjam kooda vetkame illai David. ethukku vetkam nee parkila sonna visayam purinchappuram. Gladiator movie parka parka enakku puriya arambichuruchu.athoda un kelvi kanaigal veru. ellamume purinchuthudi. naan solla solla Mary mugathila lesa punnagai vara arambichuruchu. ava lipsa pakka pakka muthamidum asaithan athigam aachu. “That’s so sweet…” I think I blushed, so I turned away quickly and led the way to the sofa.“Want to watch TV?” I asked over my shoulder. Vendam David, Konjam neram pesitu iruntha ennada? enakku TV pakira mood suthama illai.Mary sofa mela ukkarama floorila ukkara, nanum tharaila ukkanthen.athuthan sariya irunthuchu en sunni ezhumbi aduvathai maraikka.athum poga avaloda urasi ukkaravum vasathiya irunthuchu.

We chatted for awhile, covering topics like our jobs, our relationships (neither of us was very happy,it seemed), and the fact that she had recently had an article published in the Tamil magazine.“That reminds me,” I said.Sofakku adiyila olichu vaichuruntha oru gifta eduthu, unakkaga oru gift oru velai unakku ethu en parishunu kooda entha parudi en parisai.Maryin kangal rendum palapalakka, enna David ethu sollu. neeye thiranthu parudi endi ennai kekkure. boxa open panniya udene Mary, David romba alagana mothiram romba romba alaga irukkuda.enakku theriyum Maryukku mothiramna romba uyirnu. athunala vangi koduthu asathanumnu ninaichen. “Oh, David!” she cooed. “It’s beautiful! But why?”Naanthan sonnenedi un article bookla vanthathukku en parishunu. athodu en anbu thangaikkuthane parisha tharen.Besides, I love you Sis.” I swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend, and I just wanted you to know how special you are to me.”

David romba romba arumaya irukkudanu kannil kanneerodu sonna. ennai lesa anaichappala en kannathila romba softa kiss panninaa. neeyum thaanda enakku romba romba special and best friendnu kathula kusu kusukka.David entha mothirathai un kaiyala neeye pottuviduvaya? surenu solla, Mary udene kaiya neeta, ava kayya en madiyila vaichu mothiratha mattumpothu en ullam silirthu ezhunthen.

Mary kunichu kayya neetum pothu nighty nalla vilagiruchu.appa ava rendu jodi purakkalum nalla theriya.en lipsa lesa nakkarathai Mary parthutta. enna David thagama irukkada? I froze. I felt a sudden rush of excitement. Mary’s nighty had fallen more as her boobs up, exposing her black nipples. I knew in that moment that the rest of my life was going to be agony, that no other woman on Earth could fill my heart like my own, dear sister.intha nimisham en feelingsa maraikka virumbala, Marya anbodu parthen.ava kaiyya melma softa varudi kodukka, kodukka, Mary ennai konjam acharyama pakka arambichaa. ava virala en vayila vaichu softa kiss pannittu fingersa ice sappuduvathu pola sappa sappa ava mmm ssssssssnu munuginal. naan payantha mathiri Mary entha ethirupo allathu ava viralai en vayil sappuvathayo thadukkalai. maara enjoy pannittu irunthaal.Our eyes locked, and I could see the wantonness on her face. I was closer then, so I leaned to her face. Mary’s eyes flickered closed as I pressed my lips to hers. She had such soft lips. Her tongue snaked out,and I took it into my mouth. The thrill was nearly overwhelming. I was french-kissing my own very beautiful sister! I put my hand on her mulai, and she jumped. She pulled back a little. Davidnu ava ilutha vudene,endi unakku pidikalaya naan seiyarathu? solludi sollu. avalai nalla iluthu anaichu ava mulai rendum en nenjula full pressuroda alunthara mathiri vaich deepa kiss panna panna ava appadie mayangi hiyo David enna panrathunu theriyala.David unmela naan sanchukkurenda. ennala mudiyala. endi ethai ennidam kekkanuma. nalla sanchukkadi. ippa avala en mela nalla saaya ava mulai rendum en nenjodu nenja aluntha appadie ava thodai rendukkum naduvule kaiyya vittu ava pundaya lesa touch panna David engayo pora mathiri irukkuda. ethu thappillaya. Naamma thappu panromonu thonuthuda. endi appadi ninaikkire. onnu sollava. vendam ippa sonna nee etho summa sollurenu ninaippa. nalai kalai sollu appa sollurendi. ava nightya kila thalli ava mulai rendiyum nakkala mari mari varudi koduthen. David en pundayayum konjam kavanida athu ennada pavam pannuchu. unakkaga enguthu paaru en pundai.ammam nee rendu kalayum irukki vaicha enga poi un pundaya thoda. entha nalla virichutten tharalama en pundaya access panuda. David rendu perum dressa remove pannitta enna? adipavi ethanai asaya manasila vaichutta ippadi nadiche. poda naan pompalai athellam solla mudiyuma. neethan purinchukkanum. athai vittutu nee kelvi ellam kekka padathu. appadia en chella kutti. entha en parisu pidi ennoru kiss. covering her mouth with lips, then kissing her again.

She let me press her back until she was laying on the floor and I was hovering over her.We kissed passionately, giving in to our pent up incestuous lust. My hands roamed her body, and she spread her legs wide for me when I reached for her crotch. Her back arched and she moaned into my mouth as I rubbed her naked pundai. appa unnoda pundai romba sooda irukkudiI yarukkudi entha heatla vaichurukke. yaravathu mamavuka? aamam David mamakkagathan en pundai nalla sooda kathurukku. avaru vanthu en pundai aduppa avaru oothu kulala nalla oothi innum konjam soodu paduthanum. appadia en kanne. ava pundai nalla ippa neeru korthu valu valunu ore jellu kanakka irukka.aana ava pundai fulla en fingers poga mattenguthu. romba tighta irukkama irukkuthudi un pundai. yaarum ethuvarai unnai ookalayadi.unake theriyume ennai pathi ennai yaarum en viruppam illama ethuvum seiyya mudiyathunu. athuvum poga naan ennum kannikaliyama irukenda loose.hiyaaaaaaa nijamava sollure? eppadidee unnala ethanai kaalam irukka mudinchutthu.periya surprise athoda enaku romba santhosama irukkudi.

poda madaya. naan moodu vantha en pundaya fingering mattum pannuven.veru ethuvum panna matten. oru boy friend irunthathu unakku theriyume. avanai kooda naan en kiss panna kooda permit panniyathu illai. verum pechodu poochu.nee sariyana maanga madayanda. unmaya sonna sinna vayasila irunthe unnai ninaichuthanda naan irukken. i love you daa fool.nijamalum santhosama irukkudi. un pundaya light velichathala pakkavadi. night lamp velicham avvalava theriyaladi. mmm koochama irukkuda. ippa nuda irunthaalum night lamp. sari unakkagathane ethanai naalum irunthathe.thanksdi. appa lighta pottavudene ava alagai alli alli paruga arambichen. ava pundai alagu irukke varathayala solla mudiyala. It was beautiful, just like the rest of her. She had trimmed her bush into a neat inverted trapezoid,her inner lips peeked out seductively from her hairless vulva, and all her flesh here was a light tan, her natural color. antha alagai partha udene enakku ava pundaya nakki nakki sapidanumpola veri vanthuruchu. David hei enna eppadi en pundaya vacha kannu vangama pakure, anga ethavathu speciala irukkada? Mary neeye enakku oru special thandi. eppadi unnai ethanai naala miss panninen. enake theriyala. enna alagu ethanai alagu koodi malar kottiya alagnu padikkite, kuninch ava pundaya en nakkala melum kelum nakkina udene, Mary minsaram pancha mathiri, ammmmaaa ssssshh hangaaaaa nu sathama munaginaal. dee thani veeda irunthala thappichom. ellaina periya sikkala pooirukkum. Sarida naan vaaya kaiyala moodikkirenda.mmm ethu nalla ponnu seiyra kariyam. dei ethuvada nalla ponnum nalla paiyanum seiyara kariyam. oho appa unakku pidikkatta ethuvum vendandi. naan poi en roomila thoongiren. sariyadi. hei ennada kovapadure. appadi vaa valikku. ippa paaru unnai enna seiyarenu. un pundaya naan nakkala okka porendi en sellame. ava pundaya nakkala tholava tholava ulla irunthu musk smell kalanthu juice mathiri vara arambichuruchu.

hei David en udambu ennidam illaida. etho thookki poduthudaaaaaa. namma ethai seiyalam thane. unakku pidichurukkada ennai.pls solluda. poodi paiythiya kari unnai pidikamala eppadi pannren en face fulla un pundai juice thaandi romba tasteya lighta uppu karichappala irukkudi.. Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” She held herself up on her elbows and gazed at me, saying nothing. I smiled broadly and dove back into her pussy. Mary fell back with a gasp. She lifted her legs, bringing her knees back, toes pointed down my body, and she grasped my head with both hands,pulling my face against her cunt. She was totally opened up to me now. I sucked her pussy, and tongued her clit, and minutes later she had an orgasm. Mary’s body tensed. Her toes curled. Her head came off the floor, her face scrunched as her body shook and her woman cum flooded my mouth. I eagerly drank my sister’s cunt juice and lapped at her pussy until she began to calm down.I pushed her legs back, my hands behind her thighs, and started french kissing her pussy. Mary moaned and thrust her hips up at me, grinding her pussy into my mouth. I was dizzy with disbelief. This was my most erotic fantasy come true! Mary shuddered as another orgasm swept over her. I rode it out, sucking her pussy, then stood as she calmed. She looked up at me,panting, her feet flat on the floor and legs spread. Naan methuva enthirukkumpothu en sunniya paathu Mary mmm appadi eppadi kadaparai kanakka un sunni nikkuthu. en pundaya fulla kilichu erinchurum pola irukkeda.dei un sunniya en kaiyala kodu. Mary ayyooooooooo enakku ippa shock adikuthudi. apppaaaaaa en sunniya nee thottavudene utchi mandayila yaro mudiya pidingapala oru vali kalantha sugamdi dei un sunniya en kaikula nalla vaga pidikka nalla irukkuda. Sollite en sunniya melum keelum tholai eluthu vida vida en udumbu ennai ariyamala shock adichappala aana athu kooda santhosa shockathan irukku. She stroked me a few times, and looked up at me, an expression of amusement on her face. naan unn sunni ethanai perusa irukkumnu karpanai kooda senchu parthathillaida. Mary methuva mandi pottu ukkanthu David sunnikku nera mugathai vaichu David ippa enna panna porenu unakku theriyumada. Mary en lifela naan romba naala kanavu kandu irunthathai ippa nijamakkure.ennada appadi oru kanavu.illaidee nee enravathu oru naal en sunniya oombara mathiri ninaipen athuthaandi. ennala ippa enna panrathune theriyaladi nee oombarathai ninachu santhosapadaratha or en alagana sistere en sunniya oomburelena onnume puriyaladi.mmm ippa paruda en velaya. sollitte David sunniya vayukkula pottu ice sappara mathiri nalla eluthu eluthu sappa Davidkku sssshaaaa haaaa mmmmmaaaaa ayyyyyyoooooonu ore anathal. Mary salivavala David sunniya nalla kulipatti vittute David eppadida irukku ippa? solla theriyaladi. David un sunni taste nalla irukkuda. nee ethuvaraikkum yaru vayilavathu oothu un sperma kakki irukkayada? illaidee. antha alavukku ponathu illai ethuvarai. oho appa naanthan unaku firsta very goodra. 




Mary



He walked into the other bedroom and found Mary, walking out of the bathroom. "hey lover... sleep well?" she asked him. 

"yeah, I missed you when I woke." 

"Come here baby" and she walked up to him, put her arms around him and held him tight. "you made me cum, and you made you cum, now its my turn to make you cum... Lay down sweets." And she pushed him gently to the bed. He fell backward as the bed made contact with the backs of his knees. He looked up at her expectantly. 

"We have so much fun to have... the only question is where to start." And she leaned over as she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing the exposed skin as she worked further and further down. She giggled as he yelped when she bit his nipple. Her hand sliding slowly down to his belt buckle. His hips rocked slightly as she fought to unbuckle it and pull it from the belt loops of his pants. His stomach involuntarily sucked in as her fingers just barely dipped under the waste band of his jeans. His cock was growing hard once again and he shuddered as her fingers made their first contact with the head. 

She pushed his pants down and smiled as he raised his hips to help. She slid pants and underwear down his legs and off his feet in one push. 

"Just lay back and enjoy..." and she reached out to grasp his member. Her hand, as it wrapped around his now hard and throbbing cock, felt cool, the temperature sensation sending tingles the full length of his body. She held him gently as her hand began to travel up and down his length. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh...." He whispered... she smiled down at him. Her look was tender with an underlying fire that he was quickly becoming infatuated with. She leaned down and took just the head of his cock into her mouth as her hand continued to stroke the bottom half of his member. His hips began moving involuntarily trying to force contact with the velvet tongue that was causing him so much pleasure. 

She pulled her mouth off of him and whispered, "just relax, be patient.... Experience all that I have to offer..." 

He barely heard what she said as her hand was driving him wild rolling over the now wet head of his engorged cock. He wanted her to hurry her strokes, the grip harder, faster, make him cum. 

"please, please Mary, unnnnnh make me cum..." 

"Oh no John... you're not even close yet..." 

And her hand continued its slow languorous travel up and down his length. The level of tingles John was now feeling was well beyond anything he'd ever felt other than full blown orgasm. He felt as if he had crossed the point of no return but hadn't gone far enough to actually cum. He no longer had control of his body as his hips pumped his cock into her hand. He wanted to cum but he wanted this to last forever. She kept him right at the edge for what seemed like hours. The tension in his body causing a thin film of sweat to cover his skin. She would speed her strokes to bring him right to the edge, then slow down when he felt his testicles begin to contract with the first pulse of his orgasm. 

"Control your cum John... go with it..." she whispered in his ear, her hand never stopping its manipulation of his cock. She cut it close a couple of times as his cum began to ooze from his cock in that subtle preorgasmic flow. But she always controlled him. 

He finally had built to a fever pitch. "I can't help... ohhhh I need.... Ohhhhhhhh please... let me .... Please make me.... I need to cummmm...." He begged. 

Mary sped her strokes up and leaned forward taking the head of his cock in her mouth. 

"Ohhh No! what are.... Ohhhhhh going to cumm...." John was trying to hold back so badly. He knew he was going to let loose with a huge volume of cum and if Mary didn't... oh fuck it let it go... and he began to cum. And Mary continued to suckle, her tongue sending tingles of such an intensity that John couldn't speak, couldn't breath, couldn't do anything other than... well just shoot his cum into Mary's mouth. 

When he came back to something that resembled consciousness and looked at Mary, he saw small streams of cum running down her chin. She leaned over and whispered "do you want to taste it?" 

"fuck no!" John thought, "way too gay!" But Mary continued... 

"Its good, I love it..." none of which convinced John. 

"It would really turn me on to kiss you right now" was the clinching line. John leaned forward and kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and tongue. The fact that this turned Mary on was worth it, and besides it didn't taste that bad. She had said if he didn't like it then they'd do something else. John came to something like a revelation at that moment, almost an epiphany, what ever turned her on was worth a try. 

As John lay back trying to catch his breath Mary laid there rubbing the balls of her fingers over his chest, her head tucked onto his shoulder. John rubbed her shoulder in small circles just content to rest a moment or two. His hand began to caress her hair, soft almost silken. He rolled over and kissed her softly, lips just touching, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the tip of her nose. He kissed her long slender neck and suckled her collar bones. 

"Hmmmmm, so nice John..." she whispered as he slid slightly lower, to kiss gently first one nipple then the other. He slid lower leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue as he continued his journey down her body. He was trying to learn each erogenous zone as he traveled further and further down. His tongue burrowing into her navel, he reached the point of no return as her towel slipped off her hips. 

Her hips began to move as he sucked on the skin where her legs joined her body. His tongue passed over her lips, full, wet as he moved from side to side. Her hips continued to chase his tongue as he moved, and he finally allowed his tongue to dip into her pool of nectar. She tasted wonderful. His tongue started at her hole and falttened out to spread her lips as they trailed up to flick at her tongue. 

Her body jerked and John looked up to see the expression on her face. He wasn't sure if he had hurt her but the look of pleasure each time her body jerked told him he had hit a pleasure center. His lapping became shorter and quicker, focusing less and less on the trip from bottom to top as it did on the nubbin at the top. John took his hand and slid one finger into Mary. He was amazed at how tight, and wet she was. 

She was moaning almost continuously now, with long hissed yeses as he touched her clit with his tongue. As his finger curled inside of her, right at the top and moans became almost sharp grunts with each breath. 

"Oh GOD! John, where'd you learn that? Ohhhhh yes ohhhhh yes... John, ohhhh you're going to... oh god yes please make me cum..." John slid his finger out of her as he prepared to really attack her clit with his tongue. "No... no no please John use your finger... please... rub me..." 

John slid his finger back in and kept rubbing the soft fleshy spot he felt just inside her to the top. He felt a wave of juices flow out over his finger, he could feel the inner walls of her pussy contract over his finger, a vibrating ring of muscle contracting around his finger. 

He took her clit between his lips and gently sucked it into his mouth, his tongue flicking it from side to side, his finger increasing its pressure inside her. The strangest thing John had ever experienced happened. Mary's hips rose from the bed, her pussy walls fell in on themselves and his chin was hit with a spurt of moisture. He at first thought that she had pee'd on him, but it tasted like her pussy not what urine smelled like. He liked the taste and he wondered if women could ejaculate like men. Her liquid continued to flow from her pussy to collect all over his chin, running down his neck, a mixture of his saliva and her juices. 

Her eyes were rolled back in her head as her hips thrust up and down riding his tongue. Her breaths were explosive bursts that seemed timed with each contraction of her stomach. Her whole body orgasm was the most erotic thing John had ever experienced. Although he had only cum 30 minutes before he was as hard as he'd ever been. He slid up Mary's body until the head of his cock lay at her opening. He felt her hands reach around to his ass and pull him into her. The feeling as his head slid between her lips was almost indescribable. Her orgasm seemed to begin as soon as he slid into her, he could feel the rhythmical contractions of her pussy fluttering on his cock even as it slid slowly but deeply into her. 

He stopped to allow himself to gain control but her pussy continued to flutter around his cock. The tingles began to flow from his cock slowly enveloping his body. Her mouth was next to his ear and she was moaning with each thrust as he slid his cock almost completely out of her then sharply back in to the hilt. 

"Oh yes John... fuck me fuck me fuck me." and John intended to do just that. His strokes continued to pick up speed until he was thrusting hard and quick to his full depth. Her legs wrapped around his hips and he could feel her feet press his ass as his cock slid deeply into her. He knew his orgasm was imminent but he wanted to hold off as long as he could. He wanted this awesome experience to last, but Mary's fluttering pussy got the best of him. 

"Ohhhh Mary, I'm going to cum... I can't help it..." 

"Ohhhhhhh Yes John... cum with me baby..." and her pussy clenched his cock, sucking his cum from him. His entire body clenched firmly as his testicles tightened. He could feel Mary grasping his shoulders and her body trembled below him and he came deeply inside her. 

As his orgasm came to a close he slowly laid down on her, feeling her still hard nipples against his chest, his weight coming to rest on her hips and shoulders. She started with "that was wonderful!" and he started to laugh, at first softly, then louder and louder until she was laughing with him into his shoulder. They laughed until he slid out of her and he rolled onto his side. 

"Mary, that was the one most awesome experience of my life!" John exclaimed with something between youthful exuberance and total incredulity. 

Mary laughed again. "John we may be done for today but there's so much more. You just won't know until we've played some more."