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Obsessed

By: Tiedandhappy



Things were going great. I had a great apartment, and I had a successful business going. They told me I couldn't make a go of the restaurant business and I had proved them wrong. And then I hired him, and there went my concentration. Nathan. Walking sex. He was absolutely the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I hired him as waiter/bartender. He was working his way through graduate school. Six foot 3 inches of sin. Jet black hair, gray eyes, nicely tanned skin. My obsession started the first day.

He helped me close up the place, and then he left. Immediately my mind started wondering. Where did he go? Who was he with? Did he live alone? With a woman? I couldn't sleep that night. Not without knowing. This continued for a few days. And then one night I couldn't take anymore. So after he left, I followed him. And for many nights I followed him. He went directly home every night to a house with uncovered windows. This made it so easy for me.

Every night I watched him. Watched as he fucked almost a different woman each night. I would stand outside in the dark. Crouched down low so he wouldn't see me. Watch as he spread his woman over his bed. As his hands caressed them. When his hands moved to their breasts, mine would seek out my breasts. As he would play with her nipples, I would tease and torment my own. As his hands traveled down her body, mine followed the same trail on my own body. I would watch as his hand would go searching between her thighs. My hand would go between mine, rubbing at my clit, then slipping my hand inside my pants, then my panties, pushing my fingers inside myself as he shoved his cock into his woman for the night. As he fucked his woman, I would drive my fingers deep inside, in and out in time with his thrusting hips. And as I watch his woman shudder and cum, I could feel my fingers become drenched with my juice. Shuddering as she shuddered.

I continued with my nightly hobby for weeks, while at work I watched him covertly. Seeing in my mind what I had seen the night before. Thinking about what I would see on the night to come. One day I was watching him as he was working, his tight black pants molded to his thighs, nicely outlining his cock. I was staring so hard that I barely noticed him walking toward me. Trying to regain my composure, I pretended to be busy looking at reservations.

"Boss lady, got a minute?" He asked me with a flirtatious look on his face. And I wanted to give him that minute too. That and more. But the restaurant was packed that night and he was needed to wait on the customers. Damn.

" Um, no. Not really. There is so much to do. Can it wait until after we close? " I asked, hoping he would say no. Hoping he would demand to talk to me in private right then and there. But he wasn't a mind reader. Damn him. He just nodded his head and went back to work. Anticipation was like a waterfall in my panties. I was so wet by closing time, I swear it was running down my legs. I was in my office in the back, trying to concentrate on paperwork, yet eagerly waiting for that knock on my office door. Finally I heard it.

"Come in." I called out while reaching up to smooth my hair. He walked in shutting the door behind him. He sat down in the chair in front of my desk and just stared at me.

"Yes, Nathan? What can I do for you?" I asked him, licking my lips. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the edge of my desk. 

"Don't you think it's been long enough?" he finally asked, after what seemed like forever.

"And don't try and pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, Tanya. I know what you do every night. It's been a big turnon knowing you were watching." This should have shocked me, but somehow it didn't. I did make me even wetter, if that's possible. As I stared at him, my hand reached underneath my skirt, pressing against the ache his words had caused. Before I could think of what to say, he stood up and walked around my desk to me. He pulled me to my feet and kissed me, biting my lips as he did.

"Now it stops. You wanted to know about me?" I nodded. I couldn't speak.

"Well, you are about to get firsthand knowledge," and then he lifted me up onto an empty corner of my desk. He reached under my skirt, ripping my panties off. He then lifted them to his nose and that almost sent me over the edge. He then got on his knees in front of me, pushed my thighs open, and then fucked me with his tongue. Before I knew what was happening, my hands were in his hair, and I was screaming. He licked up my juices and then he stood. He gave me a quick kiss and I could taste myself. He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it with one hand. With his other hand he pulled me off my desk and turned me around. Without any warning he slammed into my from behind. One of his hands was in my hair, holding me still while he fucked my cunt. He was wild, biting on my neck, ripping at my shirt, pulling at my nipples. And all I could do was move my hips back against him. He wouldn't let me move any other way. And then I felt him shoot his load deep into my tunnel. He pulled out of me and that's when I got my chance.

I turned around and pushed him into my chair. I knelt down and sucked his cock into my mouth, loving the combined taste of me and him. I sucked him deep into my throat, again and again. Moving my tongue, I caressed the head, making him groan. And when he was again rock hard, I straddled his lap and pushed him back to my warm and wet hole. Back to where I wanted him. And I rode him like a cowgirl. Taking him deep, and then moving till he almost came out. Back and forth. And then I came, and he was still fucking my hole until he came again. Out of breath, I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Tanya? If there is anything else you want to know about me, just ask. Okay?" I nodded. I had a feeling I would have a lot more questions.

Obsessed



By way of explanation and in the spirit of full disclosure, this is basically a three page story (the 4th page is only a paragraph). The first two pages are exhibitionist and voyeur, while the last page is group sex with 1 woman and 2 men engaging in various acts.

I have made it obvious where the group sex will start, so if that offends people who would rather not read that, the reader can easily stop there or continue depending on your preference.

***

In 1967, the entertainment choices were much more limited than they are today, and when you lived in rural areas, it was even worse. We had three TV channels, and the reception out where we lived was lousy. 

Back then, my best friend Mike Davis let me in on one of his favorite ways to pass time in the evenings. After swearing me to secrecy, he told me to dress in dark clothing and had me meet him in the woods that separated our houses on Albany Shaker Road.

The road that I grew up on was nothing like it is today. Forty years have changed much of the rural feeling that the area had at that time. The housing developments that dot the landscape today weren't more than a twinkle in the sharpest developers eye in the 60's, and farms dominated the area back then.

After we shared a nasty unfiltered Pall Mall cigarette that I had lifted from my old man's pack, we made our way over to his back yard and climbed a tree. It's not very comfortable to sit in a tree, but Mike had found a thick and sturdy limb that had given him an excellent vantage point for his favorite hobby.

We sat there quietly for almost an hour, waiting patiently for what Mike had promised me would be a great event, even better than Hogan's Heroes. Mike was frequently full of shit, but when that light went on in his sister's bedroom, I saw that for once in his life he was right.

Mike's older sister was walking around the bedroom, and while she had been wearing a bathrobe when the light first came on, she shrugged that off quickly enough. There, walking around the room with her hair covered in a towel turban, Melanie Davis was naked.

This was the first woman I had even seen naked, not counting that glimpse of Mom that one time, and trust me when I say that didn't count. Melanie was magnificent looking to me, even though in retrospect, my appraisal was based more on the fact that I had little to compare her to.

Melanie Davis was skinny, her breasts were small, and she had acne. In a beauty pageant of her classmates that had just graduated high school, Melanie wouldn't get a vote. She looked nothing like the pictures of girls I had seen in the issues of Playboy that my old man kept poorly hidden in the attic, but those girls weren't real. Melanie was the real deal. A flesh and blood girl who, her brother claimed, promenaded around her bedroom naked almost every evening from around 9:15 to almost 10. 

She sat at her vanity and brushed her hair, or then did these exercises that Mike said were supposed to increase her bust size, and we sat there and gawked like the idiots we were. We had to be quiet, because her window was open, and we could clearly hear the sounds of music Melanie was playing.

Melanie even broke into a dance when The Rolling Stones 'Satisfaction' started playing, and even though she couldn't dance a lick, the sight of her naked body gyrating awkwardly was as erotic as it got for me.

Around 10, the light went out in Melanie's bedroom, which signaled the end of the evening's performance. By then, we were so comfortable up there that we were both standing casually on the tree limb as if we weren't about ten feet off the ground, and it was with great sadness that we climbed down quietly.

"Tomorrow night?" Mike whispered to me after we were safely clear of the house, and the answer to that was obvious.

After we parted and I got into the woods, I only made it a little way down the path that I knew so well that I could navigate it in the moonlight effortlessly. I ducked behind a tree and dropped my jeans, grabbing the erection that had been pinned in my underwear for so long that the drippings from my dick had fused the cotton to the tip of it, and proceeded to spray the foliage with my cum within about 10 seconds.

I was pretty ashamed of myself, but not so much that by the end of my two minute walk through the woods, I hadn't decided to rub another load out of myself, figuring that I would only end up doing it at home in a few minutes anyway.

It took me longer to cum the second time, but the night was warm and the memory still vivid in my mind as I pulled on my rigid member, recalling the sight of those conical titties with the puffy nipples bouncing around, and the wide triangle of hair Melanie had between her legs.

My orgasm wasn't as intense has the first time, but ultimately just as satisfying, and after I covered the weeds with several ropes of my semen, I headed home. As it turned out, I ended up needing to do it again later when sleep would not come, but that was all right because I was even more dumb and full of cum than most guys my age. 

******

Needless to say, I was in that tree every night from then on, as long as the weather remained warm enough. Mike was usually with me, but even if he wasn't, that didn't stop me. After a week or so, Mike confessed to me that sometimes he - well, he was kinda embarrassed to admit it, but there were times when he actually - pleasured himself while he watched his older sister prancing around.

I expressed surprise at this, but when he told me that if I wanted to do it too, it was okay with him. It must have looked pathetic to see the two of us furiously pumping away while standing in the tree like a couple of monkeys, but the resulting orgasm was so intense that it didn't matter.

One night, when we had managed to score a couple of quarts of beer before climbing the tree, Mike suggested that if we masturbated each other, it might be even better. He claimed that when his former girlfriend Jackie Harrison had done it to him, it felt better than doing it himself, so I reluctantly agreed.

In my first homosexual experience, we stood on the limb and jerked each other off while watching his sister Melanie doing exercises. I didn't agree that it was a better experience, but that was because Mike was kind enough to whisper to me when his hand first found me.

"Gee Tim, your dick isn't very big," Mike informed me as his fist wrapped around my boner.

I reminded him that he was a year ahead of me in school, which in my book explained the noticeable variance in our development, a difference that I had immediately noticed when my hand grabbed what in the darkness felt like a Louisville Slugger.

In truth, looking back it was more a case of Mike being incredibly well-hung than of me being all that small, but whatever the case, that was the first and last time we did that.

One Saturday night toward the end of summer, we sat in the tree waiting for Melanie to entertain us. Mike had told me that she had a date, but we hung around on the limb anyway, until the bugs drove us crazy and we had to climb down. 

As we walked along the side of the house, we heard voices and stopped. We were outside of his parents bedroom, and although the room was pretty dark, Luann and Matt Davis were not sleeping. Far from it.

The window was open a little, and while the curtains were a little bit open we were afraid to peek inside the ground floor room. Even in my advanced state of ignorance about most things sexual, I knew what they were doing.

The bed was creaking loudly, and the sounds that his parents were making sent chills down my spine. They were fucking. I wanted to climb up on the rocks that lined the little garden beneath the window and watch, but the thought of Mike's father catching me was frightening.

Mike's old man was a real hard-ass with a temper to match, and since he was not only bigger than I was, but way more muscular, my fate would have been certain, so instead of watching we listened.

"This is gross," Mike whispered in my ear, and while I didn't agree I could see his point.

If the situation had been reversed, I would have been disgusted at listening to my parents too, but Mike's parents were different. Mike's mother was really cute, looking like a much more shapely version of his sister, and his father was in good shape, resembling the Incredible Hulk physically. On the other hand, my parents were great, but I didn't ever fantasize about them doing it, and I don't think anybody else did either.

The sounds. I couldn't tear myself away from the window, even though Mike moved away. The bed sounded like it was being destroyed, and Mike's father was grunting loudly each time the slapping of skin resonated from within that room.

I felt afraid for Mike's mother, who made a whimpering noise after every one of the guttural noises of he husband. Finally she let out a muffled squeal as the rhythmic creaking of the bed reached a peak, and then Mike's father let out a groan that I was very familiar with, having made that sound myself quite often. 

Drenched with sweat, I moved away from the window and rejoined Mike, hoping that the dim moonlight would not reveal what I assumed to be a big wet spot in the front of my jeans, the result of squeezing my stuff a little bit too hard in the heat of the moment.

"Wanna wait for my sister to get home?" Mike asked, but I declined, saying that I was getting too bit up by mosquitoes to stay outside.

Little did I know it, but I had stumbled onto something even more exciting than Mike's sister.

********

A couple of years later, and I was still going down to Mike's back yard, but a lot had changed. Mike had a falling out with his father, and what resulted was that Mike joined the Navy right after we graduated from high school. His older sister Melanie had gotten married and had moved away at the same time, so that eliminated my original reason for sneaking around the Davis house.

Now I still crept around at night, but only on Saturday nights. I had discovered that the rest of the week, Mike's parents were as boring as my own were. At least that was what many a weekday evening had taught me, as the light went off and nothing happened.

Saturday nights were different. That was the night that Luann and Matt Davis had sex, and that was the night when I would find myself camped outside of their bedroom window rain or shine. Clad in my clandestine outfit of black sweats, and sometimes armed with a half-pint of Southern Comfort, I would perch myself on the rocks around their bedroom window.

The curtains were always open, and since there were no neighbors anywhere in sight, I supposed that there would be no reason to close them. In warm weather, the window would be open as well, and while that made it imperative that I keep still, the sounds of their lovemaking were so erotic that it was almost like being in the room with them. Now, without their children in the house, they rightly saw no reason to be quiet and muffle their lovemaking either.

After just listening to Mike's parents that first time, I had been hungry to watch as well as listen. Seeing naked people live in the flesh was new to me, and the fact that I knew them made it even better for me.

Seeing Mike's father that first time as he strode into the bedroom naked was quite a shock, and if the sight of his profusely hairy body wasn't intimidating enough, one glance at the cock that dangled between Mr. Davis's legs made it clear where my friend Mike had gotten his exceptional development from.

Matt's dusky brown tube was huge, maybe six inches long, and while I had about six inches myself, mine got that long when fully erect, whereas Matt's cock was that big while still very limp, and was going to be much bigger when aroused. The fact that he was uncircumcised even added to the visual impact, as the outline of the head of his manhood was clear under his long foreskin.

Matt Davis flopped onto the bed and waited patiently for his wife to arrive. Luann Davis was similar facially to her daughter Melanie, whose naked body was forever etched in my memory. Mrs. Davis was a small and rather ordinary looking woman who seemed to be a bit more womanly in build than Melanie, although she dressed so blandly that it was hard to tell.

When Luann Davis finally appeared, she bore no resemblance to the middle aged woman I had known all of my life. Her dark brown hair was now down and flowing over her shoulders, and while the white nightie she was wearing wasn't completely transparent, I could see plenty, and to my surprise there was a lot to see.

Mrs. Davis had tits. Not two little lemons that I had been used to seeing on her daughter either. The outline of Luann's breasts through that nightie made it clear that she had a big pair on her, and I tried to figure out how she had camouflaged them so well over the years.

Their size was accentuated by the fact that they were hanging on a rather petite woman, and as I fumbled with my zipper so I could get my dick out, it got even better. Luann was teasing Matt, bringing her hands up and cupping her tits through the nightie, her nipples poking at the satiny fabric.

This lifted her nightie a bit, just enough for me to see that Luann's pussy was even hairier than her daughter's was, and that was saying something. The hair even grew a little bit onto the insides of her thighs, and seeing that had me sending a volley of seed into Luann's garden below me.

As my vision cleared, I could see Mike's father still on his back, but he had his cock in his hand and was wiggling it at his wife. Luann smiled and bit her lower lip, and still being flirtatious, began to pull her nightie up over her head.

I started feeling light-headed as that nightie began rising, and I had to steady myself against the house as I struggled to get the best view possible while remaining safely out of sight. That wild jungle of hair had a thin trail that led up to Luann's belly button, and that was where those breasts captured my attention.

How could they not? They thoroughly dominated Mrs. Davis's petite frame; huge jugs that were bigger than footballs, with over-sized aureoles that were as big as drink coasters and plump nipples that begged to be sucked on.

The only other breasts that I had ever seen in person; Melanie's, and the apple-sized boobs of Kathy Morin's that I had been honored to play with in my primitive manner a few months earlier, paled in comparison to the incredible Mrs. Davis.

How old was Luann Davis, I wondered? She had to be in her 40's at least, but she looked sensational to me. As Mrs. Davis lifted the nightie up over her head, I was shocked to see that she had hair under her arms, and not like what girls have when they don't shave for a few days. Actual hair, like guys had.

My own mother didn't shave her pits very often either, but she didn't look anything like Luann Davis, and the way Mrs. Davis posed by the bedside for her husband made it clear that she wasn't ashamed of being so hairy. To my surprise, I found myself turned on by the unusual sight.

A glance over to Mike's father showed that he wasn't offended either. Far from it. The cock that he had been flopping around a minute earlier was now hard, and it was even more imposing erect.

Mr. Davis was working his fist up and down the thick shaft, the foreskin moving along with his hand, and as the head of his cock was exposed, I couldn't believe that could fit inside of a woman. It resembled a plum in both size and hue, and it seemed that putting such a monstrosity inside of his little wife would rip her apart.

Mrs. Davis wasn't afraid though. She was licking her lips as she stared at her husband stroking his huge member, and then she climbed onto the bed and walked on her knees over him. Luann's jugs swayed lazily as she moved up the length of her husband's body, grazing Matt's legs as she did.

Now Luann's hand replaced her husband on the upstanding cock, and while her little hand seemed completely over-matched because her fingers didn't come close to reaching around the immense girth of his organ, that didn't stop her from pumping her fist up and down the shaft.

"You know what I want," Matt Davis growled in a voice that didn't have the bite it had when he would address his son back in the day.

"Is it this?" Luann asked coyly, bowing her head and licking the head of her husband's cock, and then she did the impossible.

My disbelieving eyes watched in awe as Mrs. Davis opened her mouth and put the fat head right into her mouth, her eyes never leaving her husband's face, and then her mouth slid down the shaft, taking almost half of his manhood in her mouth before letting her lips slide back up to the tip.

Mike's mother was amazing. She was sucking on Mike's father's cock like it was a lollipop, and her lips were going farther down the shaft of his cock with each bob of her head. How could she do it, and how could he take it without cumming?

Soon Mrs. Davis took her mouth off of her husband's manhood, and with a playful and devilish grin she climbed up on the bed and straddled him for a second, running her hand through the wild jungle of hair between her legs before squatting down.

"OHHH!!!" Luann Davis screamed, and after she had impaled herself on that huge organ and began humping Matt, I cried out myself.

It was all too much; those gigantic tits rolling around while she rode her husband did me in, and I sent another load of cum into the flower bed.

I stayed outside looking in until they turned out the light over a couple of hours later, and for a couple of old folks they sure had a lot of energy. Matt Davis came twice, and I lost track of the number of orgasms Luann Davis had.

I came four times all together, and I don't think my hand left my dick for a minute during all that time. By the end I was yanking away on a totally limp noodle while inside the house a guy more than twice my age was pounding into his wife like a young colt.

When at last I got home, I went in to take as shower, and before I did I looked at myself in the mirror. Pitiful. My body was nothing like Matt Davis's. I was skinny and nerdy looking, nothing like the manly guy that had screwed his wife into orgasm after orgasm.

Not only was my physique lacking, I also had to contend which the pitiful excuse for a dick. Wiggling the limp boodle gingerly, because it was rubbed raw from being pulled on for a couple of hours, I saw how badly it compared with the other two erections I had seen, those of Matt Davis and his son. THEY were men. I was a nothing, and would probably spend my life looking at other guys pleasuring women.

**********

My shame did not last long, and I returned to that window almost every night afterward, until I figured out their routine. Every Saturday, without fail, I would be out there. The testament to my dedication was the night when it was raining - pouring is more like it, yet I stood there faithfully while they went at it.

That night was worth it, even if they closed the window due to the rain. because they did it doggy-style a lot. That was my favorite position of theirs, even better than the spectacular "Luann on top" position, because of the way Mrs. Davis would be on her hands and knees, with those big jugs hanging down almost to the bedding while she got nailed from behind. That night Mrs. Davis was facing the window perfectly, and that allowed me a fantastic view.

The next Saturday night was dry, but the air was crisp, and that was a sharp reminder that fall was on the way. Soon the window would be closed because of the cold - maybe even tonight - and the important part audio of the show would be lost. Oh, I still planned to show up until the snow got too high or the cold became too intense. What else did I have to do?

At least that was my plan. Little did I know that the show, as I knew it, was over.




Obsessed



********

When I got over to the Davis residence that night, everything seemed in place. The light was already on in the bedroom, since it got dark earlier now, so I was primed for action. I climbed onto the rocks that surrounded the flower bed, still taking care not to step on anything even though growing season was long over, and got ready.

Luann Davis appeared a few minutes later, looking as marvelous as ever, with her long dark hair resting on her shoulders. She shrugged off the robe, exposing her plain white nightie, which only partially shielded the glories of her lush and mature body from my eyes.

Luann seemed to almost be looking right at me as she faced the window, but I was invisible to her in the darkness so I held my ground. I was just about to pull my dick out in anticpation of the action about to begin when Mrs. Davis walked right over to the window.

I was so shocked that I fell back off of my perch on the rocks, but not very far because somebody caught me as I fell. Mr. Davis.

I screamed when I felt the massive arms around me, and I threw myself away from him and fell on the ground. Scratching and clawing at the grass, I scrambled to my feet and ran off into the woods.

I could hear Mr. Davis yelling, "Tim!", but I was afraid to turn around. In my mind I could hear him chasing me, so I ran as hard as I could. He was way bigger than me, but I was faster, not to mention that I knew the woods like the back of my hand.

Making it through the woods in record time, with my only injury a scrape from a low hanging branch, I finally looked back, expecting to either see Mr. Davis chasing me or hearing him still crashing through the woods still in pursuit, but the woods were still. I hustled my way inside my house, flying up the stairs and hiding in my room while my folks watched TV, unaware of the drama I had just been though.

Sitting in my room without the light on, I struggled to catch my breath while my heart began to assume a normal beat. What was next? Besides the fact that I was never going to be able to go back there again, I knew that there might be even worse repercussions.

The best case scenario would be that I would avoid going near the Davis place for the rest of my life, and never run into either Matt or Luann Davis again. That last part might be tough to do, because we all went to the same church and I worked part-time at the Star Supermarket, but it was better than the alternative.

That alternative would be Mr. Davis crashing through the door any second, knocking my father and mother down and charging up the stairs to drag me out of my room and beat the snot out of me.

Would that be worse than having Mr. Davis knocking on the door and, after my mother let our neighbor in, have Matt Davis tell my folks that their little pride and joy was a freaking pervert who spends his Saturday nights jerking off while watching them have sex?

All those options sucked, but they were all wrong. I wasn't forced to avoid the Davis's for the rest of my life. Mr. Davis didn't crash through the door and beat my ass, nor did he knock on the door and tell my parents I was a sicko either.

He rang the bell instead. 

*******

I jumped to my feet when that bell rang. It was almost like an electric shock when that chime rang out, and I went into motion, turning on the light and looking around for something to pack what stuff I could grab before climbing out the window and hoping I didn't break my leg so I could run away.

My Louisville Slugger! I could use that as a weapon. Maybe Mr. Davis would be easier to hit than Art Kroger's curveball. Then again, he might grab the bat as I made a feeble swing at him and proceed to shove it up my ass all the way to Tom Tresh's autograph.

"Tim!" my father called out, and the voice was surprisingly calm.

That tone of voice was all that kept me from crying, and while I leaned against the door and prayed, he called out again. With nowhere to hide, I knew I would have to face the music, and I only hoped that Mom wouldn't have a heart attack when she heard about it all.

"Yes, Dad?" I warbled, my voice sounding like a goose.

"Come down for a minute, son."

There were a dozen steps I had to make. With luck, I would trip and break my neck before I reached the landing. Down at the foot of the stairs, Matt Davis was talking to my folks like nothing had happened, making small talk as I slowly went down to join them.

"Tim," my mother chirped merrily. "Mr. Davis wanted to know if you would help him move some furniture he just got."

"I'd offer to help," my father added. "Except my sciatica - good grief son! What happened to you?"

"Uh, working out!" I said, when I figured out that my face was still beet red from my chase through the woods that wasn't.

"Might take a while," Mr. Davis said, his voice booming in the alcove.

"Oh that's okay," Mom cheerfully said. "It's so unusual that Timmy is even home on Saturday nights. He usually stays out late."

"I know," Matt Davis said with a straight face.

"You don't mind, do you son?" Dad asked. "What with Mike being away and all, Mr. Davis could use a hand."

"No. No problem," I said, trying to avoid Mr. Davis and his eyes.

"You're such a good boy," Mom opined, squeezing my cheek as I went by, and as I exited the house Mr. Davis clamped a beefy arm over my shoulder.

"I'll get him back to you as good as new," Mr. Davis promised as he guided me down the path.

I heard the door close behind us just as the hand on my neck tightened noticeably.

"You seem to know the way through the woods," Mr. Davis said. "Lead the way."

"I'm sorry," I whimpered just before we got to the path, and when I didn't hear an answer I considered my options, slim and none.

"Look, if you're going to beat me up, you can do it here," I said, stopping in my tracks. "I have it coming. I won't say anything."

"Let's go," Matt Davis said calmly, almost picking me up by the scruf of my neck as we enetered the woods.

"I'm sorry," I repeated. 

"Sorry you got caught?"

"Well yeah!" I said as the bugs swarmed us. "But I am sorry."

"I didn't mean it," I protested when we neared the halfway point of our walk.

"Didn't mean it?" he said with a laugh, but it wasn't the kind of laugh that suggested he thought I was funny. 

"I wasn't thinking," was my final defense, and while it was accurate, it wasn't successful in getting Matt Davis to release the grip he had on me. 

"Tell it to Mike's mother," was his final comment before we went into the house.

*********

I was led through the house until I reached the scene of the crime, which was the bedroom I was so familiar with, and there at the edge of the bed, sitting calmly and wrapped up in her robe again, was Mrs. Davis.

"Thought I would bring our little Peeping Tom over," Matt Davis announced, finally letting go of my neck.

"Hello Timmy," Luann said, giving me a smile that was unexpected. "Good to see you again. How have you been?"

I looked at Mike's mother, and now face to face, she wasn't the exotic looking woman with the enormous breasts doing the kind of things to her husband that I had only dreamed of. This was the Mrs. Davis that had made us PB&J sandwiches and Kool Aid after we played, and had put a Band Aid on my knee when I fell, and I thought that this was the worst punishment possible. Having to face her.

Mrs. Davis nodded to her husband, and I sensed him leaving the room just before I broke down. I was inconsolable, turning into a bawling baby in front of her. Luann jumped up and put her arms around me, letting me cry on her shoulder while I tried to get my emotions under control.

"Timmy - Timmy," Mrs. Davis said softly, running her hands through my hair. "It's alright."

"No it isn't," I insisted.

"Oh yes it is," she said. "Here. Sit down here."

I found myself sitting on the bed next to her, the same bed that had been the playing field for her many games with her husband, and as my crying became sobbing and then tapered off when I ran out of tears, she spoke again.

"It really is okay," she told me, her arm around my shoulder and still talking in a reassuring tone. "Let me explain."

**********

"You knew?" I said a few moments later. "For how long?"

"Oh, it's been - since last year at least," Mrs. Davis said. "Or was has it been two years now? Time flies so."

"Why?" I asked.

"Why didn't we say anything?" Luann said, finishing my question for me. "Maybe the same reason you kept coming back every Saturday night."

"I don't get it," I said, my eyes watching Mrs. Davis with her hand on mine.

"I'm guessing that you came back to watch because you enjoyed it," she said. "Even though I'm surprised you weren't out finding someone of your own."

"I'm not too good around girls," I confessed.

"Well, you're a cute guy, and I think you're probably better than you think. Anyway, the reason that we didn't say anything was that we - well, to be honest, having you watching was exciting for us. It made the sex even better. You see, what you are is a voyeur."

"Peeping Tom," I suggested.

"Peeping Tim," Luann Davis corrected me with a laugh. "What you were doing would be really bad if you were doing it to somebody that didn't appreciate it. Matt and I - let's just say that we aren't like that. You like to watch, and we like to be watched." 

"But then why tonight..."

"Last week, when you stood out there all night in that torrential downpour," Mrs. Davis explained. "Matt and I - we talked about it. You see, years ago, we used to be what people today call swingers."

"You were?"

"Hard to believe, I know," Mrs. Davis said with a laugh. "We weren't always like this. Once upon a time when I was your age, I wasn't bad looking."

"You're beautiful now," I gushed. 

"You're sweet," Mrs. Davis said. 

"I mean it," I babbled. "All my life I knew you were pretty, but when I saw your ti... I mean breasts and everything."

"Tits," Mrs. Davis said. "It's okay to call them tits."

"Well, your tits are incredible."

"So I have an idea of what you were doing out there," Mrs. Davis continued, making my cheeks turn red again. "I could guess by the stains on the leaves of the plants the next morning."

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"Just curious," Mrs Davis. "How many times a night did you get yourself off?"

"Uh," I said, a little taken aback by her phrasing. "Three, four times usually. I think one night during the summer I got up to five."

"Oh, to be young again," Mrs. Davis said. "Don't tell Matt that, or else you'll make him jealous."

I didn't think that for a minute, but I was so happy that she wasn't mad and that her husband wasn't going to kill me after all, that I didn't care. Her husband being jealous of me was a bit much, especially considering all he had.

"So anyway," Mrs. Davis said. "Here you are in our bedroom. What do you think?"

"It's nice," I said, feeling the bed with my hand. "You guys have a nice house."

"I mean, what Matt and I are thinking, is that we don't want you standing outside the window any more."

"I wasn't - I mean I won't anymore, I swear."

"What we're offering you," Mrs. Davis said, seeming to be a bit embarrassed herself now, and having to clear her throat. "What we would like to do, is have you join us in here. Any Saturday night you want to, that is."

*********

Clearly, I was hearing things. I grabbed onto the edges of the bed to keep from falling as the room swayed and spun.

"Join you?" I finally managed to say. "Here?"

"You can be here," Mrs. Davis said, patting the bed before pointing over to a chair next to the bed. "Or you can be over there, or even sit on the floor if you want. You can have your clothes on or off."

"You can look," Mrs. Davis continued while I tried not to let my chin hit the floor. "You can touch too, either yourself, or me. Or Matt too, for that matter."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I tried not to hyperventilate. All of these things she was saying were like a dream come true, and actually way beyond that as well, going into areas that I never had even thought of.

"You okay, Timmy?" Mrs. Davis asked. "You understand what I'm offering you?"

"Yes," I said, my mouth as dry as a desert. "It's just that - I don't think I could. Not with you."

"I thought you said you found me attractive," Mrs. Davis said, her expression telling me that she didn't understand what I meant.

"No. I mean, it isn't you," I stammered. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. It's just that your husband - I mean Mr. Davis. I'm not - you know. I'm nothing like him. Do you know what I mean?"

"No, honey," Mrs. Davis said with a shrug.

"What I mean is - his - you know?"

"Oh!" Mrs. Davis said, throwing back her head and laughing. "You mean his cock?"

I practically blew my nose all over myself when I heard those words coming out of Mrs. Davis, and after I was able to nod in the affirmative she shook her head, wrapped her arm around my shoulder and squeezed me.

"You men," Mrs. Davis said as she shook her head and smiled. "Frankly, I don't know where you get this stuff from."

"Between you and me," Mrs. Davis said, looking over at the doorway to make sure Mr. Davis wasn't around. "Matt's a bit of a freak of nature. Sometimes there'a thing as being too big, you know?"

"Not from the way I saw you acting in here," I replied, surprised at what I was saying.

"You weren't looking in the window the next morning when I had to get up and do my housecleaning," Mrs. Davis chuckled as she made a pained expression. "But seriously, don't ever get caught up in that kind of thing. Comparing yourself to other men, I mean. It really doesn't matter, so don't be intimidated by Matt. I like you just the way you are, and so does Matt. Okay?"

"I guess."

"Out of curiousity, have you ever done anything with another guy?" Mrs. Davis asked. "None of my business, of course."

I didn't want to say anything about that time with Mike in ther back yard, so I just said, "Kinda, one time."

"I only mention that because it's just that Matt - well let's just say that he seems gruff and all but he's really a pussycat, so if you're interested in that sort of thing, you'll find we're both very open minded about that."

As if my mind wasn't spinning already, the image of me with Mr. Davis's cock in my hand, jerking him off like I had his son, really blew my mind.

"Well, you don't have to decide anything about that right now," Mrs. Davis said.

I nodded, and while I wasn't a homosexual, I had to admit that part of the excitement I got from watching Mr. and Mrs. Davis had been from seeing him, and if I really tried to be honest with myself, that time with Mike when we jerked each other off? If he hadn't made that crack about the size of my dick I would have liked that a whole lot more than I dha.

"So, Timmy," Mrs. Davis finally said when I stood there like a plant. "I guess this is all up to you. You can go home and we can all forget this conversation ever took place. You can keep looking at us through the window if you want, although winter is coming up fast."

I nodded, remembering how cold winter could be around here.

"Or you could come in and join us every Saturday night," Mrs. Davis continued. "You could even come over early and have dinner with us. Then afterward, we could all come in here and you can do whatever you want. Watch or join in. Anything you ever saw in here - and I know you've seen it all - is fine with us. Whatever you saw Matt do to me, or saw me do to Matt, you can do as well. What do you say?"

"I would," I said, having difficulty swallowing. "I would like to stay. Maybe just watch for a while?"

"Great!" Mrs. Davis said, wrapping her arms around me and giving me a hug and kiss. "I was hoping you would say that. Whenever you feel comfortable enough about joining in..."

"About that, Mrs. Davis," I said as I rose to leave. "I guess you should know that I've never really - uh - done anything. With anybody."

"You mean you're a virgin?" Mrs. Davis said with a delighted look, and when I nodded she bounced up and down on the bed. "I'm not laughing at you, honey. It's just that I'm so excited."

"Go talk to Matt and tell him you're going to stay," Mrs. Davis said. "He'll be wondering what's going on in here. And one more thing. The Mr. and Mrs. Davis stuff is over. Luann and Matt from now on. Okay?

"Okay Luann," I said with a grin, and got chasaed out of the bedroom with a smack on the butt for good luck.

Out in the kitchen, Matt Davis rose from his chair at the kitchen table, looking even more like a giant than he usually did. He had to be at least six inches taller than my 5'9" and outweighed me by about 100 pounds, his very presence making me shrink as I approached him.

"Mrs. Davis," I began, and mentally kicked myself before starting over again. "Luann. She told me to come out and tell you that I was going to - uh - stick around tonight."

This mountain of a man, whose bellowing at his son used to send shivers down my spine and whose looks of displeasure toward Mike used to make me cringe, broke into the biggest smile I had ever seen.

First he extended his hand and then he suddenly laughed and enveloped me in his arms, almost knocking the wind out of me as he hugged me tight before letting me go.

"Just a few things," Matt Davis said. "What we are letting you do is something very special, I think. We've always thought highly of you, and often times wished our Mike was more like you. I'm sharing my wife with you, and I love her more than life itself. Anything you do to her or with her, remember that it's only sex. It's not love."

"I understand," I said.

"One more thing," Matt added. "Anything that goes on in here, stays in here. Everything you see or do goes no further than these walls. This goes for all of us. If you don't think you can keep from telling anybody about us, you need to leave now. You must not say anything to your friends, relatives, priests or Mike. Not a word."

"I would never do anything to hurt you, or Luann. I swear. I think she's special." 

"She is," Matt said. "And in a minute I think you're going to find out exactly how special she is. Go on in there. She wants a little time with you alone first."

It was like they had this all planned, I thought to myself as I walked back to the bedroom. There was nothing off-the-cuff about any of this, and like they had probably guessed, I was going back to the bedroom.

"Tim?" Matt called out, and when I turned around he was coming toward me with the half pint of Southern Comfort that I thought I had lost during my run through the woods. "You left this in the yard before."

I took the bottle from him and nodded, cracking open the seal and starting to bring the bottle to my mouth before stopping and offering it to Matt first.

Matt smiled and took the bottle, taking a long swallow before handing it back to me with a nod and going back to the kitchen. I took a sip, wetting my very dry whistle before resuming my journey.

When I got back to the bedroom, Luann was not in the robe any longer. The robe was off and now she was kneeling on the bed, looking so much like the woman who attacked Matt every time they got together. The only difference was that Matt was back in the kitchen and I was the one she was staring at.

"Maybe later," Luann said when I offered her a drink, biting her lip and doing a little dance of sorts while kneeling on the bed. "Something else I want first. Take it out. Take out your cock. Drop your pants and show me what you used to do out there."

I dropped my sweat pants and stepped out of them, and when Luann asked me to take off my black sweatshirt, I found myself doing just that.

"Ooh! You've got a great body," Luann cooed, grinding like her husband was under her. "You're so slim and smooth. Take off your underwear for me Timmy."




Obsessed



Acting like a zombie, I pulled my underwear down, exposing my dick, which was limp because I was scared. Luann didn't seem disappointed in how little it was, and instead licked her lips and smiled when I took hold of it.

"That's it Timmy," Luann said. "Pull on it. Ooh! Lift your cock up for me so I can see your balls."

"Oh wow!" Luann exclaimed after I did what she had asked. "You've got the balls of a bull on you. Play with them while you jerk off."

I stood there about five feet away from the woman of my dreams, jerking off like I was outside, and I found myself getting hard. Soon I wasn't pulling on my dick, but instead was stroking it, much to Luann's delight.

"Don't cum," Luann said. "Tell me what you like about me."

"Your pussy," I said, looking down to where Luann was holding the hem of her nightie in her hands.

"You like my pussy?"

"Yes," I grunted, shaking my head in an effort to shake off the sweat that had begun to roll down my brow. "It's so hairy."

Luann lifted her nightie up, showing me that incredible untrimmed triangle of dark brown hair that seemed to glisten around her opening, and grinned at my reaction.

"Oh, I'm hairy alright," she said, bringing her hand down and raking it through her bush. "A lot of men don't like that."

"I love it," I said, trying to control my stroking. "The other hair too."

"You mean this?" Luann asked, giving me the teasing look that I had seen Matt get so many times before.

Luann lifted her right arm, looked over at the swirl of hair that filled the hollow of her armpit, and then ran her left hand through the hair. I groaned when I saw that, forcing myself to look away for fear I would cum.

"You liked me doing that, didn't you?" Luann cooed. "Matt likes it too. He really likes it when I lean over and lick my armpit too."

"I have to cum," I blurted out, squeezing my cock in an effort to hold back my orgasm.

"Not yet, Timmy," Luann said, practically controlling my orgasm for me with her words. "Soon. I love to watch a man jerk off. Seeing you stroke your stiff cock is even better than being in here imagining you doing it outside."

Luann kept writhing on the bed, still perched on her knees, and now her hands came up to her breasts. She began to knead them through the nightie, her tiny hands squeezing her massive tits while staring at me.

"Your tits," I gasped. "I want to see them. Please."

"Well, I'd have to take off my nightie for that," Luann said with a pout.

"Please," I whimpered, and even though I had seen them countless times in the past, the sight of her playing with them was driving me insane.

Luann brought her hands back down to the hem of her nightie, and just like I had seen her do so many times from outside, she lifted the nightie over her head with a grace that a ballet dancer would envy.

There they were, Those gigantic tits that had launched a thousand of my orgasms were now bared just a few feet from me, their impressive size dominating her petite torso. Those nipples, so plump and long, were now being massaged by their owner, and as Luann roughly played with her tits I could hold back no longer.

"I can't," I managed to grunt out just before I started to cum, and as Luann cried out my cock erupted.

I saw a rope of cum fly over toward Luann as my knees nearly buckled from the force of my orgasm, and as my dick kept spurting all over the place Luann was squealing with what seemed like delight. When at last my orgasm ended I saw Luann reached down and touch her hip.

"Look!" Luann said with a laugh.

Hanging from her fingers was a string of my cum, which I had somehow manage to hit her with. Even though I had inched a little closer to her during my masturbating, she was still probably four or five feet away.

"Sorry," I gasped, glancing over at the mirror and looking at myself for a second, drenched with sweat and holding onto my limp dick which was drooling cum onto the floor.

"Sorry?" Luann said. "That was so erotic watching you like that."

I started to pull my sweat pants back up, not wanting to have Matt see me in my pitiful state if he came in, but Luann stopped me.

"No sense getting dressed, Timmy," Luann said with a mischievous grin. "We've already seen everything you've got, and we like it."

"We?" I asked, and then Luann gave a nod of her head toward the window, the very same window that I had spent so much time at.

"Hi Matty!" Luann said to the face in the window.

Luann was showing Matt the wad of my cum that she still had in her hand, and then she brought her hand up to her mouth, licking my seed with her tongue while Matt nodded his approval.

"Delicious," Luann said after Matt's face disappeared from the window.

"Stay away from the door, baby," Luann warned me. "I have a hunch It's going to fly open any sec..."

As Luann was speaking I could hear footsteps coming nearer, and she hadn't gotten the words out of her mouth before Matt charged into the room, and while he wasn't mad, he certainly was enraged.

He was naked below the waist and was in the process of tearing off his shirt when he came in the room, his swollen cock wildly swaying in front of him as he practically dove on the bed. Luann was ready and waiting, her legs spread wide as Matt flew on top of her.

For the next couple of minutes, I stood there frozen in place, staring as Matt tore into little Luann with the same primitive savagery that I had seen that very first time.

The bed bounced every time he would slam into Luann, impaling her with every inch of his huge cock. Beneath him, Luann was not a victim, but instead was being just as aggressive.

She ripped off - actually ripped off - what was left of Matt's shirt and while he bellowed and grunted like an animal on top of her, Luann scratched and clawed at her husband while curing and screaming at him.

What was she screaming? "Harder!"

Their sweaty skin sounded like thunder in that little room each time their bodies slammed together, and the savage and brutal way they were taking each other would have been scary if they weren't enjoying it so much.

It had to come to an end, and as it did Luann's legs wrapped around Matt's ass while her fingernails tore into his hairy back. He groaned loudly, his back arching as he came, and after Matt's body spasmed a couple of times he stayed suspended over Luann, his muscular arms keeping him off of her while his sweat poured down on her like rain.

Finally, Matt fell over beside Luann, giving me an amazing view of his cum oozing out of his wife's pussy, the milky seed starkly contrasting with the dark brown hair it was hanging on.

"You were the cause of that," Luann said with a dazed look on her face.

********

I stepped back and eased into the chair after I began to feel silly standing there watching Matt and Luann tenderly stroking each other's bodies, such a extreme difference from moments ago when they were tearing each other to shreads.

Luann was on her stomach now just leaning a little bit while she ran her hand through the pelt of hair on his chest, and after I gazed at her pert butt for a while, I found my eyes straying over to Matt, who was on his back.

His copper-hued cock was limp now, the bulbous head now prety much hidden by the foreskin, with only the purplish tip of it peeking out from under the shroud. I looked down on my own dick and as I held it I tried to imagine what I would have looked like uncircumsized.

Nothing like Matt's, that was sure. Even flaccid, his cock was intimidating looking, and as I idly began pulling on my dick I wondered what it would be like to have one that big. I suspected that I would be a lot more confident for one thing, but probably would get arrested for showing it off all the time too.

Luann's hand drifted down and was now holding Matt's cock, her tiny hand unable to get all the way around it even in its flaccid state. Luann held it up right, exposing the underside of his manhood to me, and that was even more impressive.

The area between the base of his cock and his balls wasn't as hairy as the area above it, and that allowed me to see how incredibly thick his cock really was. Luann was now lazily stretching Matt's cock now, and then she pointed it down toward me and wiggled it a little.

It was that action that brought two things to my attention. The first thing was that my dick was hard, and it was hard because I had been staring at Matt's cock while stroking myself. The second thing was that while Matt was still looking at the ceiling, Luann was now looking right at me. Looking at me staring at her husband's cock.

I let go of my dick when our eyes met, and my embarrassment would have been worse if Matt had caught me staring at his stuff instead of Luann. Luann seemed disappointed that I stopped doing what I was doing, and made a gesture with her head that I took as an invitation to get on the bed with them.

I wasn't ready for that, but when Luann nodded down toward my dick, I resumed stroking it. Luann leaned over and licked around Matt's foreskin before easing it down, exposing the bell-shaped crown.

I was merely watching Luann nibble on Matt's dick, imagining what it must feel like. That was what I kept telling myself while I continued to stroke my cock, even though I knew it was only partially true. When I came, Luann's face wasn't anywhere near it, she was merely holding it in her hand again.

This time I came all over myself, so I got up quietly and went to the bathroom. I grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned myself off as best I could, and when I was done I saw that Luann had been standing in the doorway watching me.

"It's okay Timmy," Luann said, as I tried to make eye contact despite her tits distarcting my attention. "Like I said before, if you want to touch either of us, or do anything else, you can."

"I know," I said. "Maybe next time."

"Okay," Luann said. "When you're ready we'll be waiting."

******

A few hours later I was still there, watching from the chair. Matt and Luann had made love twice more, which was one more time than usual, my presence being the inspiration, according to Luann. They even did it doggy-style, with Luann facing me, and that was so fantastic that I jerked off with them looking right at me while they did it.

Luann's jugs swaying down were so tempting that I nearly got up and played with them, but I chickened out. When I came all over myself, Luann cried out, and not because I had cum.

"I think watching you cum just made Matt cum," Luann said, and Matt just shrugged his shoulders at me.

Even with all that, I hadn't touched anything but my own dick, and that was the way I figured the night was going to end. I sensed that they were getting tired so I got up from the chair and started to get my clothes together.

Matt got up and went to the bathroom as I was picking up my sweat pants, and just as I was about to put on my underwear, Luann stopped me.

"Come here, Timmy," Luann said patting the one area of the bed without a wet spot, and I sat down there.

Luann grabbed my shoulder and pulled me down on my back despite me trying to avoid it, and when I landed on the bedding Luann gave me a kiss. 

"At last we've made physical contact," she said, her breasts against my side as she faced me. "You don't have to be scared."

"I'm not," I protested.

"Bullshit," Luann said with a grin. "You're so afraid of Matt that it isn't funny. You don't need to be. He wants you here."

"I know," I said. "it's just that I've spent my whole life being afraid of him, even though he's always been nice to me. Plus, you are his wife."

"And he wants me to be happy," Luann said, her hand running over my chest, making my heart skip a beat. "He wants you to enjoy yourself too, and if you're happy just watching that's fine, but maybe next week you'll be more comfortable and spend some time in bed with us. If you come back, that is."

"Oh, I'll be here," I said, and was startled when I felt the bed shake.

*****

The three of them....

Matt was now in bed too, with me in between them, and Luann's hand was now sliding down to my stomach.

"You finally got Tim to join us," Matt said, his body so close to mine that I could feel the heat of him along with the hairs on his legs that tickled my calf.

"Tim promised me that next week he would be more open with us," Luann told her husband. "Join in with the fun."

"Good," Matt said, smiling as he watched his wife's hand sliding down toward by pubic hair, and I shivered as her fingers touched the timberline.

"Before Tim left I wanted to at least get to touch him," Luann said.

Luann whispered a question in my ear, and when I told her I didn't care, she shared it with Matt.

"Tim, along with having some self-esteem issues that we are going to knock out of him pretty soon, also confided in me that he's a virgin," Luann announced.

"That's going to have to change soon too," Matt declared.

"Next week, if I have my way," Luann said. "Something that won't last until next week though, is this."

"Oh!" I gasped as Luann's hand grabbed my limp dick and began to pull on it.

"Now Tim seems to be nervous about you being here," Luann said.

"No need to be," Matt said.

"That's what I told him," Luann agreed. "But I guess we have to prove it to him. Matt, do you remember when this night started, and Tim splattered me with his cum from across the room?" 

"How could I forget that?" Matt said, his eyes watching Luann pulling on my cock. "That was incredible to watch."

"And remember when I tasted it?" Luann said. "Tim's cum tasted so good. It was like buttermilk, and I was thinking that if it tasted that good off of my body, imagine how delicious it would be to get it right from the source?"

"I would love to watch that," Matt said.

I kept staring at the ceiling through all of this, and now Luann had stopped talking and I could feel her tongue sliding down my body. My eyes darted over to Matt, and he was staring at this with a grin on his face.

My cock got enveloped my something warm and wet, and when I looked down I saw Luann's mouth nestled in my pubic hair while her tongue danced all over my dick. My cock got hard almost instantly, and my legs started to twitch uncontrollably as I watched Luann's lips slide up and down my cock.

It had taken me 18 years to get this to happen, and it was worth every second. Up and down Luann's mouth went, and as she sucked on my dick her hand was working my balls.

"That's it babe," Matt was saying, brushing her hair back so he could see better. "Suck Tim's cock good."

If I hadn't cum so many times already, I would have lost it right at the beginning, but even so, I could tell that I couldn't last much longer. My balls were being churned, and when I looked down I saw that the hand that was kneading my ball sac wasn't Luann's.

"AWWW!" I groaned, my entire body convulsing as I came in Luann's mouth.

It felt like Luann's mouth was siphoning every drop of cum out of me while Matt's hand did nothing but make me cum harder, and only when my body stopped quivering did Luann let go of my withering dick.

"Sorry," Matt said to me after letting go of my balls. "Got carried away. Hope you didn't mind."

I shook my head, my mind too far gone to make any kind of coherant reply, but I was able to see Luann and Matt lean over me down around my hips.

"How was it?" I heard Matt say to Luann, and all she did was smile and nod before opening her mouth.

Matt said, "I love you," to Luann as he leaned closer to his wife. They kissed, a long and passionate kiss that lasted long enough for my cum to trickle down their chins before their mouth separated.

********

Luann went to the bathroom, and after I watched her jiggle out of the bedroom I was more aware of Matt's presence next to me in the bed. If someone had ever told me yesterday that I would have been in bed with Mike's father and mother, I would have laughed in their face.

Yet here I was, and just a few minutes earlier, Luann had sucked my cock. What was even more amazing was that Matt had not only encouraged it, but it was his hand churning my balls that really made me cum, and cum hard.

Did that make me gay? Letting a man play with my stuff, just like that time in the backyard with his son? Make no mistake about it, it was Luann that I adored, but there was something about Matt that excited me as well.

He was like a big grizzly bear, so muscular and hairy, yet at the same time had a gentle quality that was shocking to me, having seen only the gruff side of him all these years. He had not only showed that towards his wife, but to me as well.

I had stopped shielding my privates from him much earlier in the evening, and now with us on our backs in the bed, the stark contrasts of our bodies was never more strikingly apparent. With Matt looking up at the ceiling, I gave my cock a pull or two to make it look more respectable, while peeking over at Matt's.

His flaccid cock was hanging over on his right hip, which was closest to me. His manhood was still scary looking, even laying there all wrinkled and limp. Although just the very tip of his cock was peeking out from the foreskin, I could see the outline of the rest of the bulbous head of his member clearly through the thin skin.

It was getting hard. Not Matt's cock, but my own, but it was getting that way from looking at Matt, and this after I had just cum a few minutes ago. It was then that I saw Matt was aware of me checking him out, and now he was rolling onto his hip to face me.

"It's okay," Matt said softly, taking me by the wrist and bringing my hand down to his privates. "I want you to touch me."

Before I realized what was happenning, I was holding Matt's cock. It was like jelly, so squishy and soft, and when I squeezed it a little the head popped out of hiding a little bit.

"Not so bad, is it?" Matt asked, and I shook my head as I gave his massive organ a tentitaive tug.

"I can't believe a guy's cock can be so big," I marvelled as my hand gave the rubbery hose a real pull.

"And I can't believe that you can get hard again so fast," Matt said, real admiration in his voice, and when he reached over and grabbed my cock, I didn't stop him. "Here, let's do this."

While I held Matt's cock, he brought the head of my dick up to his, slipping the tip of mine under his foreskin. The dripping tips of our cocks felt so good together that my whole body shivered as they rubbed against each other.

"That's so hot," a voice came from my side - Luann's voice.

She had her hand between her legs watching her husband and I, and as she slid onto the bed she put her hand on my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"It's okay. You want to. I can tell."

Suddenly, I was on my back, and Matt was kneeling over me, his huge flaccid cock hanging over me. Down below, Matt had my cock in his mouth, practically inhaling my erection while I tried to get up the courage to do it - to do what Luann had sensed that I wanted to do.

My mouth opened as wide as I could manage, and I heard Luann moan when she saw Matt's cock part my lips. Luann's hand was on the shaft, peeling back the foreskin and I took the bulbous head of his cock in my mouth.

All I did was lay there with my mouth open, while Luann practically fed her husband's cock to me, sliding a little bit of it in and out of my lips. I couldn't get much more than the head of it in my mouth, and I choked a bit when I came in Matt's mouth, but after a few minutes I was getting the hang of it even though my jaws were aching.

"Geez honey," I heard Matt groan. "Think I'm gonna cum."

Matt's dick was only half hard, but when he said that I panicked. What was I going to do now?

"Stick your tongue out babe," Luann said as she leaned her face next to mine. "Lick the tip of it with me."




Obsessed



Luann's hand was milking Matt's cock like he was a cow, and our tongues were both lapping at the crown of his dick as he groaned, a tiny spurt of cum squirting out, followed by a couple more little pearls that we licked up. Then it was Luann's tongue and moine sharing what Matt had given us while her hand coaxed out what she could.

"Not bad," I said when Luann asked me what I thought of the taste.

"I couldn't get hard, but Timmy turned me on so much I couldn't believe it," Matt explained as we all cuddled together.

"More fun inside, isn't it Tim?" Luann asked me, and I had to admit that it was.

I went home soon after, drawing a laugh from the two of them when I answered Launn's question of whether or not I would be back next week with, "Are you kidding me?"

I would be back, and I would come back next week with a lot more confidence, as well as with a willingness to do whatever they wanted to and with me.

***

Thanks for reading



Obsessed Beyond Death?



S.P.E.R.T. - the Supernatural/Paranormal Emergency Response Team

Antoinette (Toni) Todd - Leader of the team

(Holy) Hannah Harvey - The medium (who is extra-large, her initials are on all her bras)

Cassandra (Sister) Christian - The believer trained in religious rites, practices, and positions, especially the missionary one

Delilah Lillian Doe (Dee Dee) - Case manager, researcher, can't understand why everyone laughs when she signs her name 'Dee L. Doe'

Marilyn Sparks - Tech expert, likes to watch, can make anything with batteries vibrate

(WRITER'S NOTE - There's a pretty big set up before the sexual stuff, but it does get there.)

Case #001

It all began in the Eighties with horror flicks, comic books, and an old friend with an odd problem. Robby Charles was my best male friend through high school. Cue the ebony and ivory jokes. He was the big comic book geek who liked horror and sci-fi movies. He was the one that pointed out that I had the same name as the star of 'Candyman'. I drifted into the real world paranormal and he became a comic book guy. It was the day after Christmas 1991 when we ran into each other on one of my infrequent trips home. There was never anything romantic between us or anything like that and we just lost touch after I went off to college. I was taking a walk to cool down after getting the 'When are you going to learn something useful at college or find a man to take care of you' speech from my Father.

"It can't be... Toni?"

I turned and there was Robby, at least I thought it was Robby. He'd lost an easy fifty pounds, but he looked a lot older, very haggard.

"Robby Charles! I was thinking of trying to call you before I left. How are you?"

"I can't believe you are here today! Something are just meant to be, I guess..."

"Ummm, you must know something I don't, old buddy. What's up?"

"I wanted to get a hold of you, but I didn't want you to think I was crazy..."

"Dude, I KNOW you're crazy and have for a long time!" I smiled and went to hug him. He backed away with his hands up like I was going to hit him.

"No! Don't come near me!"

"Robby, what's wrong?"

"I know you believe in ghosts and haunted houses and stuff. How about a haunted person?"

"You're haunted?"

"Oh, yeah. Remember when you came over to my house when we were, what, in tenth grade?"

"The stairs."

"Right. Nobody around and you swore somebody pushed you down the stairs. The whole 'just a silly kid' thing..."

"I knew it was more than that, but I didn't know enough about it then. It was one of the weird things that inspired me to become a paranormal investigator. You were so freaked out about me almost getting hurt that I never felt comfortable bringing it up again. You never let me come back. What do you know now?"

"I don't know anything, but I met a lady that seems to think she knows something though."

I frowned, there are a lot of frauds out there who try to take advantage of desperate people and Robby was my friend. Before I could say anything, he cut me off.

"I know what you're thinking. She's a friend of a friend that shops at my store. He told her some stuff and she volunteered to check things out for free, she doesn't charge to help people. I don't know this stuff, Toni, I know special effects."

"Who is it? Maybe I've heard of her?"

"Her name is Hannah Harvey and her card says she is a medium. My friend joked that she should be at least an extra-large, so I guess she's a big lady."

"Never heard of her. When are you supposed to meet her?"

"Tomorrow at closing time at the shop. I don't want to spring anything weird on Mom."

"Want some company, for old time's sake?"

"That would be great, it's like a miracle you being here!"

"So, obviously my stair incident wasn't an isolated event?"

"I guess there were lots of little things that I just never really paid attention to and not all bad. Remember we used to joke that I had a guardian angel because of some of the crazy stuff that happened around me. When I talked to her on the phone, a lot of stuff started kind of fitting together. She thinks I'm haunted by someone who is obsessed with me. Over the years, there were a couple of similar things like the stairs that happened with girls I got close to. I had a few issues over it as you can probably tell. Depression and prescription drugs did a number on me, but I got through it once I realized there was something really messing with me."

"Any suspects?"

"That's the weirdest part. Who's dead? I don't have any relatives that have passed in my lifetime. Nobody we were in school with that I can think of... I mean you're the closest thing to a girl friend I had though high school. I went on a few dates, but nothing serious and besides, the stairs thing was years ago."

"So, she thinks it's what?"

"She wants to see me and find out. The only thing she threw out was maybe a spirit had me mistaken for someone else?"

"Maybe? I am pretty stumped myself. If it started with me, that's pretty strange. You weren't all that lovable back then!"

"Oh, gee, thanks. This is the kind of support I should have expected!"

And we both cracked up. "I'll be at your store around 7!"

The next day, as luck would have it, I beat Hannah to the store, so I was standing right next to poor Robby when his friend led her in the store.

"HOLY...Uh, you must be Hannah, I mean Ms. Harvey...", Robby sputtered.

"Don't worry, I get that a lot."

"'Holy' Hannah Harvey kinda fits... I am Robby's friend, Toni Todd. I've studied the paranormal quite a bit and am working on starting a group. He asked me to come and help. He'll get his eyes back in his head and off of his tongue in a minute or two and speak for himself. He's always had a weakness for, for what you have a lot of actually."

Describing Hannah is easy. She's a little less than average height, red hair, pretty face, actually a slight build with little bit extra on the waist, hips, and butt, and the biggest set of breasts I've ever seen. I found myself wondering how she could stand up straight. But before Robby could fully regain some composure, things started happening. First of all, her mammoth breasts seemed to jerk her around to her left. It was not like she turned quickly, it looked like they pulled her. Secondly, the wire holding the large model of the Millennium Falcon that was hanging over the counter and almost directly over Hannah's head snapped.

I think Robby must have suspected something was going to happen because I had never seen him react that fast before. He jumped up, grabbed it right over her head, and threw it toward the door like he was hurling Captain America's shield. The model shattered on impact.

"Well, I guess somebody is trying to send ME a message, huh?", Hannah sighed.

After assuring the boys that she was okay, they went to clean up the mess while I chatted with Hannah.

"Ms. Harvey, did I see your chest shift hard left just before the Falcon fell?"

"Call me Hannah. You must be observant, that's a must in paranormal investigation. It's a gift. My boobs are extremely sensitive to spirits, drawn to them actually. I also channel spirits on occasion."

"No offense, but that's the craziest thing I've ever heard."

"Try to live with them, 44 double H bombs that have a mind of their own!"

Before I could respond, Robby's friend left and we needed to settle down and try to get some answers. Hannah explained the she was going to go into a trance and see if she could contact the spirit that was haunting Robby. Even though she was certain it had left, she hoped to get something from it. Her brow furrowed with intense concentration for about three minutes. Then, she spoke.

"She is gone from here and I could not reach her, but I 'saw' an image. She was pretty, average build, straight black hair around shoulder blade length, darkish skin, and my best guess looked to be late teens, but everything about her screamed late 1970s?"

Robby looked confused and I was no help. It rang no bells for me.

"Think, Mr. Charles, she wears tragedy like a shroud. Is there anyone who cared about you that died in the late 1970s that could possibly fit that description?"

"Wait a minute. Amber, she committed suicide around that time period, but that's crazy."

At the same time, Hannah and I said, "Who is Amber?"

"Well, when I was a kid, I always bugged the people at Parks' Pharmacy about the comic books. Amber Parks was the daughter of the owner and she helped out there. She was probably six years older than me. She was really nice and pretty. She'd call my house to let Mom know to tell me the new comics showed up and I'd run straight there after school. She would wait to put them up until I got there, so I'd get first crack at them and I'd help her stock the spinner rack. She always said I could be her boyfriend as soon as I was old enough..."

"I remember you telling me about the comics, but you never mentioned you had an older woman on the sly!"

"Geez, Toni, it wasn't like that. I was 12, she was 18. Anyway, after a year or so, she started being unhappy. Some drama with a real boyfriend, they said, and then, she got into drugs. I remember seeing her that last time through the window before I went in. She looked miserable and I was just a kid, but I knew something was wrong. When I walked in the door, she lit up and seemed fine. I actually got up the nerve to hug her and thank her for being so cool to me because she was a grown woman and I was just a kid. She said I wasn't 'just' a kid, that I was the coolest kid she'd ever met, and that she just wished I could grow up faster."

"That almost sounds twisted," Hannah said, "She never tried anything with you, did she?"

"No! The world was a lot different back then, she was no pervert, if that's what you're implying. I was a polite kid, her Dad nicknamed me 'Amber's Little Gentleman' because I always tried to help and I'd hold the door for ladies and help them with their bags and stuff. After she died, he said that last few weeks that the only thing that got her out of bed to come into work was when the comics showed up because she was going to make sure that I was taken care of."

"Robby, I hate to ask, but you've got to tell us what happened to Amber."

He hung his head low and continued in a low voice, as sad as I've ever heard, "That next morning, the one after I hugged her, she went out on the roof of the drug store, got high on something, and decided to fly. She didn't get very far."

"I can't believe you never said anything about this."

"Never said anything to anybody, just felt numb. Truthfully, I pretty much blocked it out. The pharmacy only lasted a few weeks because Mr. Parks was devastated and he retired. People said it was a shame that a druggie killed herself, but it was her own fault. I just let it go."

Hannah put her hand on his shoulder, "I understand, but it appears she might not have 'let it go'. Is the pharmacy building still there?"

"Yeah, it's a storefront mission now, I think. Why?"

"That's probably the best place to make contact with her. If we can speak with her, maybe we can put her soul at rest. She is not doing these things out of spite toward you, at least I don't think that's the idea."

"Hannah, are you thinking that she is trying to keep Robby for herself?"

"Maybe, I cannot say for sure, but it fits. She seems to be keeping him from finding a love that could replace her."

"And what if she decides he should be with her?"

"What's that supposed to mean, Toni? Are you trying to say she might turn on me?"

Hannah answered for me. "It's a possibility that we can't ignore."

"Amber wouldn't hurt me!"

"Amber tried to knock me down the stairs and crack Hannah's skull with the Millennium Falcon. She's been dead for a long time, who knows how bitter she is?"

It was almost 10:30 when we arrived at the old Parks' Pharmacy site. Amber had leapt off the back of the roof and landed in the now completely deserted rear parking lot. It was the most private public spot I could ever imagine for an outdoor seance. Hannah had a folding chair and placed it where Robby was certain Amber had landed. Fortunately, we were having a mild spell and it was still in the mid-30s rather than well below freezing. We stayed backs to the wall behind Hannah as she began to enter her trance. After five minutes or so, it got colder around the spot where Hannah was. We could see her breath, but not ours.

We were startled when Hannah spoke with a voice that was not hers, "He would like you, bitch!"

"Oh my God, that's Amber's voice," Robby whispered.

The voice coming from Hannah continued, "Big tits are all the rage nowadays, I guess. Mine weren't bad, probably would've gotten bigger, not like yours though. Robby! Don't think I don't know you're there with the little black girl I scared off by shoving her down the stairs. Didn't take much to get rid of her!"

I was pissed, "Listen, ghost bitch, you don't scare me now!"

"I could, if I wanted to, but Robby likes you. Mind your business, keep your mouth shut, and you can stay."

Before I could respond, Robby shushed me and walked over to Hannah. "Amber, please tell us how to help you. You never really wanted to hurt me or anyone before..."

"Help me? You want to help me? You're not my little gentleman anymore. You're a grown man now, you could be my boyfriend if I wasn't dead... You were the only guy in my life that didn't take advantage of me one way or another when I was alive. Daddy came up with that 'she got high and tried to fly' shit. Yeah, I shot up, but I wasn't high. I knew exactly what I was doing. I'd had it with everything. All I wanted was for it to end."

"But, Amber, it didn't end, did it?"

"No, Robby, I'm still here. You wanna help me? You know what I wanted when I jumped? I wanted someone who loved me to make love to me. Not someone who used me just to fuck me, I wanted to be made love to."

"I don't know how that's possible?"

"You loved me. You still do, don't you?"

"Sure, you were great to me..."

"Well, come on over here and let's see what you can do."

"But, that's not your body. Hannah..."

"Hannah won't mind, she's kind of a slut anyway."

"I don't know about this..."

"Either we make love or I make her fly. After that, I make your precious Toni figure out what she should be scared of!"

Standing there watching this play out was so strange. I had no idea what to do. This spirit was vicious and not at all like the girl Robby talked about, but she appeared to have complete control of Hannah and she certainly sounded like she was serious. Poor Robby was very close to becoming a nervous wreck. He had accepted the situation pretty well, but this position was something totally unexpected.

"Let us speak to Hannah," I said, "and let us ask her if this is acceptable to her."

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? You're thinking maybe she could just force me out and solve the problem, right? Dream on!"

There was a rattle above me. I was standing below the building's fire escape. Before I could react, the ladder dropped down and hit me in the head, knocking me to the ground.

"Stop it, Amber, I'll do whatever you want! Just don't hurt the girls who are only trying to help me."

"Help them yourself. I get what I want and everybody is happy." With that, she stripped off her clothes, except her shoes, and sat back down with her legs spread wide. "Warm me up, boy, get licking!" 

He really tried to do what she wanted. He succeeded in getting Hannah's borrowed body excited enough, she was dripping everywhere, but he was too freaked out to get hard himself. He was all over that girl and she was very cooperative, but there was just no way he could perform under these conditions. After her third orgasm, she shoved him away. He had fingered and tongued her, but that was not what she was demanding.

There was conflict written all over her face. She was raging at being denied what she craved, but he had tried. The circumstances she had created worked against her and more belittling or threatening him was not going to help. Hannah's body grew rigid for a second, shuddered, and slumped out cold in the chair.

Robby was totally confused. Both Hannah and I were unconscious and he had no idea what had happened to Amber. Was she gone? He ran over to check on me, lying there with a big bump on my head. He was afraid to move me, but I stirred a little and he picked me up. My eyes opened wide and scared him so bad he almost dropped me. I moaned a little.

"Toni, are you okay?"

"Hannah... Where's Hannah?"

"I'll go get her after I put you in the car. She's fine, I think."

So, he put me in the back seat and went back to get Hannah. He took some paper towels, cleaned her up, dressed her, and put her in the passenger front seat. Then, he came back to check on me.

"Are you seeing double or anything? That's a pretty big bump on your head, didn't break the skin though."

"Just a headache... Hannah's out, too?"

"When Amber left, I guess, I hope, Hannah passed out, but she's breathing normal and seems fine."

"Thank goodness, I wasn't sure if Amber would hurt her or not. I guess she got what she wanted from you?"

He looked toward the floor and said nothing.

"Robby? What happened?"

"Nothing, I couldn't do it." Tears welled up in his eyes. "Your lives depended on me and I blew it..."

I reached out to comfort him. He looked like he was ready to die himself. I pulled him close and told him it was all right, it wasn't his fault, everything would be fine, all the crap you have to say in situations like this. Then, I kissed him. He was very surprised and started to pull away, but I held tight and pulled him close, kissing him again. He responded the second time. After a few tentative moments, things took off, especially my clothes. It must have looked like a couple of crazy teenagers in the back seat at some Lover's Lane. While the car windows fogged up, Hannah slept soundly. Any of the problems Robby had trying to perform for Amber were long gone now. Gone were the awkward movements and the shy touches, he was a sex machine. He was bigger than I'd have ever given him credit for, too. He was going at me with total abandon, not in a violent way, just full steam.

I don't know how long it lasted, I came at least once, and he was about to let loose when my head cleared. Suddenly, I knew exactly what was happening and I shrieked at him. "Robby! Get off me!" He was startled and threw himself back, his dick popped out and spurted into the air.

"What the HELL?!?!?" He sounded really angry.

"What do you think you were doing? I get knocked out and you try to knock me up?"

"You started it!"

"I did not, I just woke up with you sweating on top of me, Asshole!"

"Oh, shit."

We both figured it out right then... and Hannah started laughing with Amber's voice.

"I'd have admitted it myself, if you hadn't figured it out on your own, but your little lover's spat was too funny to stop."

"Funny, you think this is funny?!?!? I thought the world of you when you were alive, now you're the psycho ghost bitch from Hell ruining my life and tricking me into raping someone who actually cared about me and you think it's funny!"

"Oh, please, Robby, playing the martyr? Why not tell dearest Toni the real reason you never invited her home again?"

"Shut up! Shut the Hell up!"

"Robby, what's she talking about?"

"She's crazy, remember? Obsessive, murderous, crazy, bitter dead girl!"

"Tell her about Mommy and her reaction to your little girl friend..."

"Stop it!" Robby screamed.

"No, the truth will set you free, Robby, won't it? Isn't that what they say?"

"Mom went nuts when she saw how I looked at you. Her son wasn't going to be with a... I wasn't supposed to see you anymore."




Obsessed Beyond Death?



"Mommy wasn't gonna have any half-breed grandkids, huh, Robby?", Amber cackled.

"That was it! Are you happy now?"

"Not even close! Tell her why this all happened."

Robby stared at the floor again.

"Fine, you pathetic son of a racist bitch, I'll tell her. He figured me out years ago. I came to him on his eighteenth birthday and told him that I was trapped, that only his love could set me free. I admitted that I'd done things to run away his potential lovers. If he could just love me, I could go forward, but he wanted you. He wanted only you. So, I left him alone. I didn't screw up his later relationships or drive him to drugs, you did. Not intentionally, of course, you didn't even remember he existed."

"We drifted apart. You stayed here with your mother and I went off to college. This is crazy..." I trailed off, trying to process this mess.

"Oh, Toni, Toni, Toni, you don't know the half of it, yet. He kept a long distance eye on you and discovered your obsession with the paranormal. That was it! He found the way to bring you back. He just needed a ghost. My restless spirit was half-crazy by now. For years, I just floated around, sometimes I'd pull pranks on happy couples near the old Pharmacy. So, he got himself a Ouija board because he knew you'd be back for the holidays. Drew me in like a moth to a flame. He came up with this crazy plan to make you love him. You'd come to save him and, then, you'd realize that he was the only man for you. The jackass thought it worked when he was screwing you... Ha, ha, ha!"

"Shut up, damn you!" The rage on Robby's face was bordering on insanity, all red faced with veins bursting.

"All that work and I got what I wanted, but you're the one who got screwed, Robby boy!"

Suddenly, Hannah started to shake and I realized she was trying to kick Amber out of her consciousness. She was struggling fiercely at first and then, nothing. Hannah was back. Robby just cried in rage.

"She's gone and I mean gone."

"Well, that's a relief. She won't be able to come back?"

"No, I felt her release her grip on the world of the living and she moved on."

Sniffling, Robby spoke, "Is the bitch in Hell?"

"I wouldn't know, but if she is... I certainly hope you join her there someday."

"Listen, you blimp breasted bimbo, I've already been there for years because of Toni."

"You're not throwing this on me, Asshole! You're the one who wasn't man enough to stand up to your mother or even man enough to let me know how you felt!"

His face contorted with pain and he spasmed fiercely. Before we could react, he just fell backward. Hannah got out of the car and came around to help me with him, but it was too late for Robby. The stress and the strain was too much for his heart. I found pills for his heart condition in his pocket, but he hadn't had enough time to even reach for them. I should have felt something. Angry at the way my 'friend' used all of us including Amber, disappointed at not being able to kick his ass for it, pity for what a pathetic end to his pathetic life this was, or something, but I was numb except for the excitement running through my veins because this was the most intense brush with the paranormal I could ever have.

Hannah and I excitedly compared notes about what we remembered while possessed and got along so well that we decided to work together. We never let on as to what actually happened with Amber, just that Robby seized up and fell over. We had no proof other than our personal experiences and, besides, who would have believed it all anyway? I went to Robby's house with the police to let his mother know that her only son was dead. Was it cruel to let her know that his last words were him telling me he'd always loved me?



Obsessed With Anal



Dear Readers,

This is a story that I immensely enjoyed writting. It has a bit of everything in it except quickies. I hope that you all enjoy it. Comments are appreciated!

~M

Chapter 1

I loved masturbating. My problem was that I loved it more than having sex and it was getting frustrating. I didn't want it to be that way but I couldn't seem to help it. I figured that it was just something wrong with me. 

One of my problems was that I was always dissatisfied after sex. Two minutes after my guy left or went to sleep; I was masturbating to get myself off. It wasn't that I didn't cum during sex, but the orgasms that I had during masturbation were so much stronger that sometimes I did not even want sex. 

This was making me stay horny. I liked sex but I was sure that if I could have great orgasms then I would love sex. I hated to admit it but my problems with sex were entirely my fault. I just could never express what I wanted and could never let go entirely. When I masturbated I could let my fantasies go crazy and didn't have to be shy about them. 

I was always too shy to voice my opinions about sex with whoever I was with. I never initiated sex. I never told them about what I wanted to try. It was always up to them. Therefore, I was always bored during sex. I just didn't want to have to tell my guy what to do. I felt like they should want me enough to explore and figure me out. 

I felt bad that I was always so horny. Some of my boyfriends got frustrated and felt that I needed to initiate sex. I just could not do it. Part of me felt like it was my guy's responsibility to take the reins, but another part of me secretly felt that I would just go completely wanton if I began to assert myself sexually. My fantasies were always on the kinkier side and truth be told, they scared me a little.

My fantasies tended to range from tender love-making to full out bondage. I'd never tried anal but it had been a persistent thought for a while. Besides the fact that I was shy about sex, I also wanted to save something for when I got married. I wasn't a virgin but there were a lot of things that i'd never done. I wanted to keep some mystery and experience everything with the person i'd spend the rest of my life with.

Unfortunately, I wanted more and more out of sex but was getting the same results. I began masturbating more and having sex less. I hated the fact that I was compiling my grocery list or wanting to watch tivo while having sex. While masturbating I was beginning to fantasize more and more about doing anal.

I noticed that the pornos that I watched were beginning to lean more towards doing anal. I had bought them without consciously knowing why. It was getting so that it was my only fantasy when I masturbated. 

Pretty soon anal was all I thought about but I wasn't into my boyfriend enough to do it with him. Plus, I really did want to save that for whenever I got married. Now my problem was that I was horny no matter what I did. I would have sex and masturbate afterwards. I would masturbate but then feel empty.

I realized that I needed an outlet for my pent up desires and I needed it soon. I felt like I was turning into an absolute hornball. I guess I just loved the idea of achieving the ultimate orgasm and that is what made me stay so horny. However, the reality of my situation left me jaded and feeling like sex was overrated. 

With that being said, I decided to dump my current boyfriend. Don't get me wrong, I knew that the sex was more of my problem than his, but he was a jerk on top of it. I was willing to try going without a man, but I was still so horny that I upped my masturbation to three times a day. 

I knew that deep down I did not enjoy sex as much because I had a hard time just letting go and letting my body feel everything. In my fantasies I could be as loose and free as I wanted. In reality I was uptight, shy, and unsatisfied. I didn't even know where all of my buttons were so I knew that without me speaking up, whomever I was with would not hit them. 

I figured that I was obssessing over anal because it would help me give up control in an area of my body that I really had to trust someone with. I thought that it would break through my shyness and my control. I wanted to have a complete sexual experience and I couldn't do that if I remained so uptight. I had wanted to wait until marriage but I needed a solution fast. I was spending more time taking showers after masturbating than enjoying the life I had. 

I guess its past time that I introduced myself. I am Kristen; I'm 23, 125lbs, 5'2, with curvess in all the right places. I have all natural 34DD breasts. I am a thick girl, but I work out to keep it all toned. I have shoulder length brown hair with small facial features. My eyes have a slight Asian slant that I thank whoever my ancestors are everyday for them. Finally, my lips, perhaps my favorite feature, are the only thing on my face that is thick and lustrous. I am of African descent. I was pretty sure that I wasn't one hundred percent African-American, but that is neither here nor there.

I had decided to enlist the help of my best friend. He had been my rock through all of the bad relationships and I knew he would help me out. I knew that what I was about to ask him might put a strain on our friendship, but I was desperate and I knew that he would eventually forgive me. I called him up and asked him to come over. We were the odd couple. He was tall and lanky, blonde spiky hair with bright blue eyes. That is about where the oddities stopped. I could talk about anything with him and I had, everything except my growing obsession with doing anal. I needed to butter him up, so I made his favorite pie, chocolate crème.

He walked in and sat down. I placed the pie in front of him and gave him a fork. He dug right into the center and began working his way out. Wow this guy could eat. It never ceased to amaze me the amount of food he was able to put away. I walked over to the couch while he ate. I was flipping through channels when he swiveled around on the barstool and asked, "What do you want Kris?" Damn, half of the pie was gone. He had chocolate on his mouth and I smiled.

"Jake, what makes you think I want something?" He rolled his eyes at me and pointed to the quickly diminishing pie that he hadn't stopped eating yet. "You made my favorite, you only do that when you want something, so spit it out." I handed him a napkin and went back to the couch. I wasn't sure where to start.

"I need your advice on something and i'd like you to listen to the whole thing before you say anything." He just nodded and kept eating.

"I know why I end up dumping or being dumped by all of my boyfriends. It's as if I have this block or wall when I have sex. I am too afraid to speak up and tell what I want, partly because I feel that they still wouldn't get it right, and partly because I don't think that it would break down the wall anyway. I have a problem letting go. I want sex to be an experience that I can lose myself in. I find myself thinking of all the things I need to do while i'm having sex, and sometimes i'm putting together my grocery list or thinking about tivo during sex. I'm so frustrated, that's the real reason I don't have a boyfriend."

I risked a glance at him and he was starring at me with his fork poised in the air. Damn, I had shocked him already. I thought he would at least be stuffed off pie and lulled into a false sense of security before I started springing the big stuff at him.

I held my hand up to signal to him that there was more. He arched his eyebrow but thankfully said nothing. 

"I've been thinking about this for some time, and I think that I have a solution. You know that I have had this fascination with anal sex, but you also know that I wanted to wait until marriage. I've decided to let go of that conviction because now its all I can think of. I think that letting myself be vulnerable enough to have anal sex will knock down the wall between sex and me. So what do you think?"

He had all but forgotten about the pie and that was not a good sign. "Kris", he sighed, "I don't think that your problem can be solved with anal sex. You're a romantic to the fifth power. I think if you really love someone then you won't have this problem and I know that if you don't wait to have anal sex then you'll regret it."

I felt like crying. "I know Jake, but that doesn't help me now! I'm so horny all the time and I don't know what to do about it because sex is no longer satisfying. I don't know what to do. It is getting to the point where all I think about is getting my ass split open over and over. I've never told anyone, but i'm scared that if I do let go then i'll be a slut. That i'll want it and need it all the time and that i'll do anything to get it. I don't know how to do anything half-way. Either I am unsatisfied because I hold back or i'll be a slut because of an overactive sex drive. You know how I feel about love and marriage; I just can't be a slut."

I didn't even know that i'd started to cry until Jake handed me some tissues and came to sit by me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my temple. It was a comfortable position that we had been in countless times before. I leaned into him and was vaguely aware that he seemed much larger than his lanky frame suggested. 

"Ok so I understand now. Why don't you go out and meet a nice guy, make sure you trust him and then ask him to help you out. You're a sexy girl, i'm sure that you can get someone. And once you really trust them, you can reconcile within yourself that not waiting until marriage was something that you had to do for your wellbeing."

"J, you know I don't trust people easily. It would take forever for me to get that close to someone. Plus, with all the jerks out there, they would tell me they love me just to get at my ass. I just don't want to risk it."

"Kris you aren't giving yourself a lot of options. I know i'm more of a sounding board than any actual help, but you've painted yourself into a corner. You want sex, but sex is not satisfying. So, you want anal to try to shake things up, but you don't trust anyone to pop your anal cherry and you don't want to wait for love anymore. Have I missed anything?"

This was my chance, it was now or never. My heart was racing and if I were light, I swear that I would be blushing beet red. "Yeah Jake, you did miss something... I trust you." I starred at him head on and he moved to the other end of the couch. His mouth was partially open and the look would have been comical had I not been so nervous. 

"This is what you wanted. You didn't want my advice, you want me to... to... you know! You can't really want me to do something like this. We have never gone there and for good reason. You don't love me, we don't like eachother like that i'm not even your type. Plus, i'm gay! I just can't."

I rolled my eyes and thought, not the gay thing again. "Please Jake, I know that we're best friends, and I have respected you a lot by not prying into the whole gay thing, but I just told you something really deep and important about me so I thought it would make you come clean about being gay. Fact is, I do not think you're gay. For whatever reason, you don't date, but I still don't think you're gay."

He was turning beet red by now. Oh man, I never wanted to embarrass him or argue. "Why would you say such a thing? I wouldn't admit to being gay if I wasn't, what kind of person does that?"

"I know, I just figured that it had to be something big in order for you to lie like that so I didn't push. However, you can't deny that you get an erection looking at women. How many times have you plumped watching something on television? And there have been numerous times that you were erect without there being a male in sight. How do you explain that?"

He hung his head and I knew that there were tears in his eyes. I hugged him and he just sat limply holding me back. "I just can't tell you, I hope you understand. No, i'm not gay, I don't know why you didn't call me on it before, but i'm glad you didn't. I don't know if I can help you with your problem. There are so many reasons for me to say no, reasons that you don't even know but i'll think about it." He got up, got the rest of his pie and walked out.

Well, that didn't go like I wanted it to but it wasn't a complete disaster. At least he remembered the pie.

Chapter 2

I had heartburn. I'd had it since Kris came to me with her proposition. She couldn't have stumped me more if she'd told me she wanted to try women. It had been a week and I still hadn't seen or talked to her. She knew I wasn't gay, man it was a relief but it also filled me with a sense of dread. Now that she knew for sure, she wouldn't have far to go to find out the truth. I just couldn't see going to her and saying, "Hey Kris, I told you I was gay so that you wouldn't know that I'm a twenty-three year old virgin who is in love with you." 

She'd even seen me get erect. Man, I couldn't be more embarrased. At least she hadn't guessed that it was her who made me plump up. She hated to wear underwear when she was at home so everytime I was at her house I saw nipple or the roundness of her ass uninhibited by jeans or almost anything for that matter. Most of the time I could ignore it but when she was overly excited she tended to jump and skip. It was like softcore porn for me. I just sighed and took some tums.

When I first met Kris, we were on the same floor in the dorms. We became friends almost instantly seeing as both of us were English majors. It was fun to have someone to just talk to who didn't want me to go to some party and fuck anything that moved. I know college is supposed to be the craziest time for students, but we were the only sensible ones. We gorged on ice cream and every kind of movie imaginable. In our second year of college, I started to fall for her, but being her friend, I knew that I was nowhere near her type. I'd only seen her date dark skinned guys and no, I don't mean just inside her own race. So far, she'd dated a Cuban, a Hispanic, and an Indian amongst a host of black guys. All of which were large football types. I couldn't be more different. 

It wasn't as if I was trying to be a monk or something, but in high school, i'd gone through a really awkward phase. I wasn't exactly a geek, but i've never been extremely big. Needless to say, I had an inherent shyness that didn't enable talking to girls a lot. When I met Kris, I think we clicked so well because she didn't pressure me to date or even get laid. She was just supportive of me in all my decisions. Then all other girls started to pale in comparison to her so I just stopped dating. When Kris called me on it, that high school shyness returned and I chickened out. I told her I was gay. That may not seem like the easy way out but trust me it was. I knew she'd leave me alone about it and she did. 

When I saw that she'd made my favorite pie I knew she wanted something. I never told her that she really didn't have to butter me up because there was little I could refuse her, but on the other hand, who'd pass up free pie. When we were in college it used to be vending machine snacks but after we moved into our respective apartments, it became lip-smacking pastries. Normally when she made my favorite, whatever she wanted was big. This time it blew the roof off. 

I knew what I wanted to do, but I wasn't sure that I had the courage. My plan would enable me to lose my virginity with the woman of my dreams while keeping my dignity by not letting her know that she was the woman of my dreams. It wasn't that I didn't want her to know... eventually, but I planned to take advantage of the opportunity. She opened the door to Pandora's Box, but in order for me to win the ultimate prize; I had to be really clever. I planned to make her fall in love with me without even realizing it. All I had to do was not chicken out. 

Chapter 3

I knocked on her door fifteen minutes after telling her that i'd be coming over to talk. When she opened the door, I handed her the plastic box with three of her favorite sweets. 

"Oh My God! Are those dark chocolate covered strawberries?!" She groaned and started mumbling about her thighs while digging into the tart treats. Seeing what her lips were doing to that chocolate had me damn near groaning myself.

Finally, I said, "Yeah, it's a peace offering, i'm sorry for running out that last time." 

She started shaking her head and waving to signal that it wasn't a problem. "I knew you'd need some time to soak it all in, so I understood."

You have no idea, I thought. I rubbed my palms on the front of my jeans and braced myself for what I was about to say. "Kris, i've made a decision about what you asked me." She was on her way to the third and last strawberry when she stopped, tongue out strawberry raised. She looked at me and then replaced the treat into the carton and put it in the refrigerator. She came back from the kitchen, sat on the barstool and simply said, "Ok".

"I've decided to help you out as you put it, but there are some stipulations." I got up and started pacing. "There is something about me that you don't know. Something that is important if you still want to go through with this. It's what I couldn't tell you before and partially why I told you that I was gay." I moved over to the window and looked out into the nothingness that was night. With my head down, I told her as much of it as I dared. "I'm a virgin Kris. I've never even had oral."

When I turned around her eyes were like saucers and her mouth was wide open. I continued anyway. "You know all about how I was in high school. I never really had a girlfriend. When I got to college, I figured things would be better, but they weren't. Waiting in high school to get a girlfriend made me realize that I wanted my first time to be special. I dated once we got into the dorms, as you know, but they thought I was weird for not trying immediately to get into their pants so it never worked out. You and I are such good friends because you didn't ask too many questions. Since then it's pretty much been the same story. The older I get, the harder it is for women to understand that I need more than just a physical connection, plus it isn't the hottest thing to be a virgin at my age."

She got up and walked over to me. "I admit that it's a shock, but it explains so much and now I understand. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You waited until you were mature enough to respect and be able to cherish something that we all wish we had waited for. It makes you special not weird or a freak and any girl who can't see that is a fool."

She made her way over to the couch and placed her head in her hands. "That does put a different spin on my problem. Now I don't want you to help me. You should wait until you find someone special."

I couldn't help my reaction; I cupped her cheek and whispered, "You are special, very special to me." I pulled myself back and sighed. "Besides Kris, I trust you too. I never wanted to wait until marriage and who better to teach me than someone I can trust with this very dark secret." I was so playing her and she knew it, but she started it.

"So..." she gulped, "you're basically saying that we both need something that the other can provide, and since I asked you because I trust you, you finally decided to tell me the truth and ask me to do this for you. You realize that there is no way that I can refuse you now, that is, if I still want you to help me."

"Kris, it's a win-win situation because we trust each other. It couldn't have worked out more perfect if we'd planned it."

Chapter 4

Wow, what a revelation. I was trying not to stare too hard at Jake. It took guts to stick to your guns and not let people persuade you into doing things that you don't want to do. The fact that he trusted me with this and even enlisted my help spoke volumes about him. I thought I knew him. If I were honest with myself, I still knew him, but I certainly had a more clear picture of my best friend. I couldn't help but get a little hot when he said he trusted me enough to take his virginity. I mean who wouldn't?




Obsessed With Anal



I looked at him, I mean really looked at him. It's amazing how you can not notice changes about people when you see them often. He had stubble, damn I barely knew he shaved. His skin was always baby bottom smooth. He seemed to be filling out his clothes more and his forearms were corded with muscle. I wondered what the hell else i'd missed. I smiled at him and he smiled back. Were his dimples always that deep? Man I needed to pay more attention. 

"What stipulations do you have?" He jerked his head back up and had a blank look on his face for a minute. When he remembered what he needed to, he blushed. His blushing was cute, I knew now that it spoke of his innocence and I liked that. I waited patiently for him to begin again. I wasn't sure that i'd like it, but fair was fair. 

"Ok, so stipulations... well firstly if we really are going to go through with this, then I don't think you should be out there looking for Mr. Right. Let's get you together and then you should be able go on and live a completely sexually active life. Once your so called wall is down, then having regular sex with some Joe Smoe you call a boyfriend shouldn't be a problem" 

Well that sounded reasonable. While it wasn't like we'd be in a relationship, I had never been able to wrap my head around sleeping with more than one person. It was why I had never done a threesome.

"Secondly, i'm not some boyfriend you're afraid of expressing things to. You'll have to speak up. We have to be completely open about what's happening, especially while it's happening. Next, this is going to be about physical feelings. You want to be able to let go and I want to know what makes women tick. This has to be no holds barred. If you want to do something intimate, don't try to hold yourself back. You are your own worst enemy. Trust me enough to give in to your urges. That's where we'll start."

Wow, all I could think was that he really should go into public speaking. His argument was so clear and concise that I couldn't help but agree. That didn't mean that this would be any easier. There was something that I had wanted to do. I thought up this crazy scheme but I didn't even really know if I could go through the whole sex thing. I'd never even thought of Jake sexually and that might be a problem.

He was still over by the window. I got up and walked tentatively towards him. When I was standing right in front of him, I looked into his face. He was starring at me questioningly. I reached up, grabbed his shirt and pulled him gently into our first kiss. His lips were soft with a slight plumpness. He exhaled softly and cupped my face. He peppered my lips with light kisses and then began to lightly lick at them begging entrance. 

I was becoming swept up in the sensations. There was an innocence in his kisses that touched something inside of me. I sighed and let his tongue enter my mouth. His tongue was like pure silk. His lips molded to mine perfectly and his tongue was doing a battle of wills with mine. I was losing oxygen, but oh what a way to go.

He pulled back just enough for us to gulp some air. He laid his forehead against mine and whispered, "Does that answer your question?" All I could do was nod meekly. I was still holding his shirt because I didn't want him to know my knees were wobbly and if I let go I might have crumpled to the floor. "Well at least I don't have to teach you how to kiss." We both smiled and he kissed the tip of my nose. 

He moved towards the door saying that he should go, but before he left, he just turned and starred at me. "Why don't we have a movie night? You know, like we used to have before we got real jobs. You supply the movies and i'll supply the goodies." And with that, he was out the door. 

It didn't bother me that he hadn't said when or where, that was a given. I had the extensive movie collection and the large screen TV. In college, we always did movie nights on Fridays so I knew he'd be at my house some time after five that evening. What bothered me was that I was shaken to the core over a kiss and he'd said nothing about it. All I could deduce was that it wasn't as memorable for him as it had been for me. What the hell was that all about? 

Chapter 5

I couldn't find a movie! What the hell was wrong with me?! I had been snippy for two days. I needed to get a grip. I was treating this like a relationship and it wasn't. I hadn't talked to Jake since that night which was nothing out of the ordinary, but it bothered me. Not only did it bother me, that kiss sent my libido into overdrive. I won't even disclose how many times i'd masturbated since then. Oh, he was definitely going to be spending the weekend. He just didn't know it yet.

With that reconciled, I got to the task of picking the movies. Four movies were customary and any genre except those that we absolutely abhorred was acceptable. First, I chose one of my favorite love stories, 'The Mirror Has Two Faces', and all I can say is that Barbara Streisand is a genius. Next, I pulled out one of Jake's favorites, 'Die Hard with a Vengeance'. Truth be told I loved this movie too and i'm a huge Bruce fan, but I let Jake hold on to his fantasy that he knew more about Bruce than I did. My third choice was a newer release, but it wasn't chosen for how much we love the actor's. I chose 'Shadowboxer'. It was my awesomely bad pick. The best thing about the movie was that I got to see Cuba's ass, and that might have been a body double. When I normally would pick a bad movie, we'd sit and pick apart what went wrong in the film. Sometimes we'd never even make it to the end. Lastly, I picked the ultimate comedy, 'American Pie'.

When Friday came, I was nervous as hell and I didn't know why. I had the movies on deck, the margaritas were ready for mixing and I was in movie watching wear. We both always wore pajamas when we watched movies. We tended to fall asleep after all the alcohol anyway. 

He showed up bearing gifts from the gods. Chocolate, chocolate chip, butter pecan, and cookie dough ice cream. Nachos from Rubio's, chips ahoy, the regular of course, gummy bears, twizzlers, and last but not least Doritos, in three different flavors. I was in love. "You spoil me." He laughed and started putting the ice cream away. "We're gonna be sick after all of this, we aren't freshmen anymore." I agreed, we'd either be sick or fatties. It was ok though, I had an idea of how we could work it off, but that was for later.

I showed him the movies and he immediately knew my reasons for choosing each. I liked that being such good friends meant that sometimes we didn't really have to communicate to know what the other was thinking. I needed to remember that fact; otherwise, i'd just keep getting flustered over stupid kisses. He had on his movie watching wear and it must have been so funny to see him at the grocery store and Rubio's with a t-shirt and pajama bottoms on, but then again he'd probably just looked like a college student. 

We laid out the nachos and snacks, I mixed up the margaritas, and we settled in to watch the movies. It was so much fun, it was like old times. I was a little disappointed that he hadn't tried anything, but a part of me was glad that he hadn't ruined movie time. If he kissed me anything like he'd done before, i'm not sure that i'd ever look at movie watching the same again. I was having enough trouble trying to ignore how large his chest seemed. It's like it just sprang out of nowhere.

By the fourth margarita and the middle of the third movie, we were damn near passed out. I barely had the presence of mind to turn off the television, go get Jake a pillow and blanket and stumble into my bedroom. I woke up hours later splayed across the foot of my bed. Damn, I guess I hadn't made it as far as I thought. I groaned as I tried to sit up. 

Jake came in with a steaming mug of black coffee. "Good morning sunshine." 

What the hell? Did he not gorge on just as much junk and alcohol as I did? "What the hell is so good about it?" I grumbled.

"Awww Kris, don't be like that, I had a great time last night. I don't even have a hangover. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, life is great." 

I could have strangled him. "Go to hell Jake, but before you do that could you get me some aspirin and make me some breakfast? PPPLLLLEEEAAASSSSEEE?" I gave him my most pathetic face. I didn't have to do much; I was already looking pitiful as it was. He rolled his eyes and came back with a plate. Yum, eggs, toast with strawberry jam, and orange slices. I could have kissed him. This reminded me that I hadn't brushed my teeth, Yuk. 

Once I was human again I wondered why Jake was still at my house. He'd even changed clothes. Where had those been? "I see you made yourself comfortable." 

He blushed a little. "Yeah, well I figured you'd want to start this sooner rather than later so I cleared my weekend." So much for my grand seduction, I thought.

"Kris, i'm as ready to do this as i'll ever be." He took my hand, kissed the back of it, and then kissed my palm. 

"Ok Jake but I don't want to use condoms. I'm clean and I know you are, plus i'm on the pill. I think we should start with you. Once you're comfortable with the whole experience, then we can learn together for me. The first part is really simple... I want to suck your dick."

Chapter 6

I was in heaven. After that kiss I was walking on cloud nine and I know she was as shaken about it as I was. I knew she was pissed that I ignored it, but that was all a part of my plan. I loved spending time with Kris. It was fun to be around someone who was completely themselves around you. 

She couldn't hold her liquor for shit and was far more gone than I was although I never let her know that. I liked to watch her sleep, call it a guilty pleasure. She was sprawled across the foot of her bed passed out. It wasn't a pretty picture but it warmed my heart anyway. 

Once she looked like Kris again, I just couldn't wait but the last thing I expected her to want was to suck me. I became instantly erect and gulped audibly. I didn't know what she was used to as far as packages went but I hoped she wasn't too disappointed. 

We started with a kiss, so much like our first one except that this one kept escalating until we each were fighting for dominance. We had begun to undress each other while we were kissing but I needed to see what was going on. I had only been dreaming of something like this happening for oh, a couple of years. "Undress me and then yourself," I told her. My shirt was already half way unbuttoned. She stood back and just looked at me. She looked for so long that I began to get a bit uneasy, that is, until I saw that her eyes were completely glazed over with lust. I almost came right then.

She removed my clothes without touching my skin. Even when she took off my boxers, she gently pulled them down at the sides. It was slow and sensual. I guess everything would have been sensual to me, but I knew from experience that girls didn't really take their time. "... you'll last longer." She'd interrupted my thoughts and I didn't even hear her. She knew that I was lost and she laughed as she started running her hands over my torso. "I said that me sucking you off the first time will let you last longer for the actual act." Hell I didn't care what her reason for doing it was. 

She stepped back and began undressing herself. It was like watching the ultimate Christmas gift being unwrapped. As each part of her came into view, my eyes glazed over a little more and my breath became ragged. Her breasts were large with large brown nipples. I could see myself filling my palms with her mounds and drowning in them. I think I became a breast man at that moment. 

My lips seemed dry and my mouth was even drier as she removed her pants and panties. As she took her pants off, she turned around so that I could see that she was wearing a thong. She paused to look at me and then began removing her thong. I didn't think that I could get any harder but I was wrong. With her standing in front of me in all her naked glory, I burned the image into my brain just in case this whole thing blew up in our faces. 

I didn't have to think too much about it though because she started walking towards me. She started licking my nipples while caressing my torso. It was incredible. She began laving my belly button and I tensed knowing what was coming. I wasn't sure that i'd make it once she took me into her mouth, but I prayed that I could enjoy it for at least a little while. She began lighting tiny kisses along my length and I was trying not to think about the fact that she was the only one I had really ever wanted to do this. 

My cock was enveloped in warmth and I couldn't breathe. She was slowly taking my whole length and seemed to be totally engrossed in just my cock. I didn't think a lot of women liked giving head this much, so either I was misinformed or I was just lucky. 

I felt her moan and realized that she had taken me into her throat. I was moaning and groaning loudly by now and I was already getting close. She must have sensed it because she tripled her movements and began rapidly engulfing my cock from the root to the tip. I could barely catch my breath. Why the hell had I waited to do this? 

It was beyond incredible and the last time she shoved my cock to the back of her throat I started cumming. This was so different from masturbating. I came harder than I could ever remember cumming and she was swallowing it all! She was still lightly licking me as I softened. I just needed to sit down, I was trembling. She led me to the bed and I think I fell asleep.

Chapter 7

He was so cute! I could tell that he was nervous and truth be told, I was a little nervous too. I got to do with him, everything that I wanted to try and I couldn't wait until we went even further. His kisses were even more potent than the first time and I knew that I was going to have fun doing everything else. He didn't know it but I loved sucking cock, but not just anyone's cock. There had been boyfriends who didn't ask and I didn't tell. I had to feel that I could trust the person and who better to trust than my best friend? I could act out all of the fantasies that i'd ever had and it would be ok.

It seemed like his cock was made for my mouth. He was about eight inches with a nice girth. I knew he must have been a little nervous about his package but I had no complaints. I didn't normally deep throat but this time I couldn't help it. I know its mean but I felt that sometimes a guy didn't deserve to get my 100%. Jake deserved for it to be done right, plus I got off knowing that he was getting grade-A head. I knew I had done well when he all but passed out afterward.

I couldn't help but remember my reaction to him. I'd never felt lust like that before. Maybe it was just that he was a virgin. I didn't have to be nervous about what I knew or didn't know. I could just be me and none of my imperfections mattered as much. 


Jake's body was so not what I expected. I knew he was lean, or at least I thought he was. He was all muscle. I usually liked my guys a little beefier but this was surprisingly not a problem for me. He was still lean, but not in the scrawny way that i'd always thought. The idea of all that hard muscle sliding against me had my eyes glazing over. I'd loved sucking him off more than anyone else and he held off longer than I'd expected him to. 

While musing over what happened, I went to brush my teeth. I wouldn't have had a problem kissing him but I didn't know how he felt about it. I returned with some water for both of us but he was still asleep. I laid down next to him and he immediately rolled towards me. His arms draped over me and it felt really nice. 

I'd never had someone just instinctively reach for me, even on a subconscious level. He nuzzled my neck and sighed, but was still asleep. I couldn't help myself; I wriggled so that we were completely spooning. I began slowly grinding into him and I heard him grunt. He held me even tighter and it just felt so right but I didn't want to think about that too much. 

"What are you doing to me?" He asked.

Oops, I was busted. I blushed and turned to look at him. He was smiling sleepily at me. "Sorry, I just wanted to know if you'd react in your sleep." He rolled his eyes at me and kissed me softly. I had to sigh. I felt so comfortable with him that I'd almost forgotten we were naked. 

He asked, "What do you want to do next?" 

Hmmm, I thought about having him eat me out, but I was beyond ready to feel his hard meat filling me. "I need you inside me, but I want you to explore me first. Find out what you like and what I like." It had always been my fantasy to have a man explore every inch of me and I hoped he would deliver. 

He smiled mischievously at me and flipped me so that I was lying on my stomach. Uh oh, I wasn't sure that I was going to like his explorations. I was ridiculously ticklish and most guys hadn't been able to touch me in certain places without me feeling the need to laugh or jerk away. My feet were one of the worst places and I usually ended up kicking whoever was touching my feet. Jake knew this but it didn't seem to bother him. I was so nervous about him touching me all over that I almost didn't realize that he was massaging my feet. I finally relaxed when I didn't have the urge to kick or jerk back. 

My toes felt warm. When I looked back, Jake was sucking my toes. I was almost ashamed to admit that no one had ever sucked my toes before. I was wet and damn near dripping from just that. I heard a moan and was startled to know that it was me. Jake licked one and then the other foot. It was weird that I was so comfortable with him. I was burning with need. 

He'd lightly bit each calf and even licked the backs of my knees. I thought I was going to go crazy. That was the most sensitive and ticklish part on my body and now I knew that it was also a source of sensual pleasure. I moaned, "oh god" and he doubled his efforts on the other leg. While doing this he'd been slowly kneading my thighs. 

He moved up and began biting my ass. This was so hot but before I could get that thought out of my head, Jake split my cheeks and started licking at my crack. I gasped loudly and almost came from the sheer naughtiness of it. 

He started licking my hole and I felt myself pucker. Now I was the one not breathing. He didn't do that for long and I was glad because I didn't know how much more I could take. He bit and licked his way up to my neck and I almost lost it again. I knew that I definitely could cum from stimulation on my neck. All I kept saying was, "oh my god, oh my god!" He flipped me over and started at my collarbone while gently running his hands along my stomach. He gingerly reached down to brush my curls. He dipped a finger in and brought it up to taste me.

He got a funny look on his face and then almost dove onto my pussy. He quickly trailed kisses down my torso, but still taking the time to bury his head in the cleft between my breasts. He kept smelling his fingers. I'd never seen anyone so enthusiastic about the taste of pussy. 

I didn't want to guide him because I figured he'd done so well so far, there wasn't much that I figured he couldn't figure out. He stuck his nose between my legs and just inhaled deeply. He licked all around my opening and then started to lick hesitantly and I wanted to push his face into my mound but I held out. He started to tongue fuck me and it was only making me hotter. He was like a vacuum with my juices because he was lapping them up like he was starving. When I would moan loudly at one technique, he would more enthusiastically go at it. 

When he started sucking on my clit, I almost jumped off the bed. He kept sucking on my clit but he inserted first one and then two fingers into me. "Oh God don't stop" I screamed at him. I didn't think I would cum at first but he proved me so deliciously wrong. I always cum for a long time and he rode each wave with me. It was incredible! My fantasy had nothing on him.




Obsessed With Anal



I was still trying to catch my breath when he came up to my face level and asked, "So how'd I do?" He grinned and knew that he really didn't need an answer. "Are you sure that you're a virgin?" 

Chapter 8

I woke up to grinding on my piece. I couldn't believe i'd fallen asleep. When Kris said she wanted to finally do the deed, I thought i'd be able to bend steel I was so hard. Exploring her was just an added bonus. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity to touch and remember every inch of her. Each time I touched her somewhere she would suck in her breath. It was odd, I felt more comfortable touching her than she seemed to be with me touching her. I wanted to taste every inch of her so I started at her feet with the intention not to miss and inch. I was having a wonderful time finding her spots. 

I tentatively dipped my finger into her honey pot and damn near had a heart attack. I had to have more of that. Once I settled between her legs I felt at home. Her scent was intoxicating. It was her and lust and unlike anything i'd ever witnessed. I wasn't sure that I could make her cum but when I found that she liked being fingered and having her clit sucked, she started bucking and I was just trying to hold on for the ride. She went stiff and then a gush of her juices came down and drenched my face and fingers. She completely went limp and I gently lapped up all of the juices I could find. When I came up for air, I could smell her on my face and I almost didn't want to wash my face.

She was still huffing and trying to catch her breath when she asked, "Are you sure you're a virgin?" I couldn't help but smile, I knew i'd done well. I got up to wash my face and get a warm towel. I came back and opened her legs. I was hit by the heady scent of female cum. I couldn't help but taste her a little. I think I was hooked. She pushed her legs together close to her chest and moaned, "No, please, not again, not yet, just let me rest."

I arched an eyebrow at her but her eyes were closed and she still looked like a limp noodle. "Don't worry baby, I know you're sensitive. I'm just gonna run a warm towel over you, I know it's soothing." 

I didn't mean to use the endearment and when she sat up on her elbows I thought she'd call me on it. "How do you know so much about sex if you're a virgin?" I didn't know whether to blush with embarrassment or feel irritated.

"Look Kris, just because I haven't actually done anything doesn't mean I haven't thought about it and read up on it. I know that not everything works for everyone, but there are things that seem consistent. I never wanted to just fumble around when it came to sex. Whenever I finally did the deed, I always wanted to be good at it. I don't have any on the job training, so to speak, but i've read every manual that there is." 

I had finished with the towel and began tracing small circles on her thigh while I was talking. It seemed that I couldn't stop touching her. I hoped that if this didn't go the way I wanted to then we could still be friends, but I wasn't confident that-that would be the case. We hadn't even had sex yet and I was already addicted.

"I'm sorry Jake, this is more new to me than I expected. You've already done things to me and with me that i've never done. You have this enthusiasm about not just sex but intimacy also that no guy has ever had with me. You just made me cum harder than I ever have and it just doesn't make sense that you're still a virgin. You could have any girl that you want and i'm positive that women would appreciate your no holds barred approach to sex."

I had a moment of sadness. Sure, I could have any woman except her. I guess she couldn't have known that I was going through this for her. I thought if I was more experienced then maybe my confidence would go up and maybe i'd feel I had a chance. 

Her breathing had evened out and I was more than ready to be inside her. I lazily traced her opening while lying against her. It felt so right being with her but if she hadn't seen me as anything other than a friend then I wasn't sure she ever would. I needed to shake myself out of my funk and just be in the moment. 

There were no more words as we began kissing. I settled myself over her and she immediately opened her legs so that I was settled and nestled right where I wanted to be. I tapped my meat against her opening and she arched into me. I let the tip of my cock poke lightly at her opening. I was smearing my pre all against her opening. I was so nervous because it felt so good and I wasn't even in yet. 

I slowly started to push in and I had to stop to just breathe in and out. The feelings gliding along my cock were indescribable. I eased in until I was sheathed to the hilt. I was completely flushed and had to groan. I felt bad because I knew I wouldn't be able to make it good for her. There was no way that I could touch her anywhere else and not shoot off. She clenched around me and I gasped, "don't move." I had shut my eyes tightly against the sensations that were assaulting my body. I just refused to shoot off in like two seconds. 

Once I felt a little more in control, I moved a little and began thrusting. If I felt that the initial entrance was incredible, then actually thrusting in and out of her tight warm, moist center was sending me completely into orbit. I looked into her eyes and there was a slight amusement in them. 

I was lightly thrusting into her and she was gingerly meeting me with each thrust. I felt in control enough to lean on my elbows and forearms so that we were flush against each other. I tried not to think about her breasts being mashed against my chest. I began licking her neck and she groaned but making her hotter was like a double-edged sword. The more I made her squirm and moan, the more she thrusted and clenched onto my piece. 

She started rubbing her clit and it was so erotic. I knew that for her to cum I had to hold out but I didn't know how much longer I could. She started humping upwards in earnest and I involuntarily bit her neck. It sent her over the edge as she stiffened and clenched tightly on my cock. She was moaning loudly but when I heard her yell, "Oh ssshhhhiiiiiitttttt", I lost it. I couldn't take it anymore and I thrust as hard and rapidly as I could and then it happened. White lightening danced in front of my eyes and I shot what felt like a gallon of cum into her womb. I almost wished she wasn't on the pill and that these were different circumstances but I was losing consciousness so my thoughts were scattering.

Chapter 9

Why was everything he did so cute? When he first entered me I could tell that he was trying hard not to cum. I never expected him to slow down and take his time but he'd been full of surprises already. All of the thoughts I had for what I wanted to try went out the window as soon as he entered me. I felt full and complete for maybe the first time in my life. Everything we were doing had a semblance of newness to me. 

I couldn't help but arch into him but he told me not to move. I was trying not to thrust but he was slow stroking me so well that it was extremely hard not to. I loved seeing the range of emotions play across his face as he experienced the ultimate intimacy for the first time. It was very intense. 

He bit my neck and my nerve endings started zapping. I didn't think I would cum both because i'd already had a catastrophic orgasm and because he was a first timer. Imagine my surprise when I found another orgasm building. It was even more intense than the first one. He came almost immediately after and it only served to prolong my orgasm into pleasurable aftershocks. 

He collapsed on top of me and I couldn't even be mad. Truthfully, his weight felt nice on top of me and I felt like a sack of noodles anyway. This left me a little time to think. I hadn't had experiences like this since, well, ever. My orgasms had been so intense that I almost passed out. I seemed to be experiencing as many firsts as him and the thought was disturbing. Had I been doing it wrong or something? Why did I feel so at ease around him sexually? I'd even let him cum in me, something that shocked even me when I suggested it. It felt so wonderful though. 

I rolled him off me and went to give myself a quick clean up. I did the same for him and he gave that same content sigh that he'd done after I sucked him off. I climbed into bed and was asleep in minutes. I awoke tangled and entwined with Jake. How had that happened? 

We were both lying on our sides facing eachother and both of his arms were around me. One of his hands was cradling my head and his chin rested on the top of my head. Our legs were tangled together with the sheets woven in between. We couldn't get any closer. It was so intimate that it almost brought tears to my eyes. Why hadn't any other guy been so into me, even if it was just sexually? I sighed forlornly and I felt Jake move.

He rubbed his cheek against my head and then kissed my forehead. "What's wrong Kris?" 

I didn't know if I should tell him my troubling thoughts but we'd promised to keep it honest. "Jake it's never been like this for me and i'm not really sure why. It's kind of freaking me out that no other guy has been into figuring me out sexually. You did it on the first try and it's a little scary." He just held me tighter and I felt so secure that I nearly wanted to cry again.

Chapter 10

When I woke up the first time, it wasn't because I was necessarily uncomfortable but something just wasn't right. Kris was asleep but she was almost on the polar opposite side of the bed. I was cold or maybe empty. I couldn't really articulate what I felt in my semi-conscious state but when I pulled her to me, I was instantly calmed and fell back asleep. When I awoke for the second time, it was because Kris was wriggling. Then she gave that sigh and I knew something was wrong.

She told me why and my heart started pounding in my chest. This was going better than I expected. Who would have thought that this crazy plan could have made her see any revelations? Truth be told, I didn't even think that she needed anal but if she admitted that then she'd also have to admit that there was more than sex between us. Instead of telling her anything, I just held her tighter.

"Make love to me Jake", she whispered and I was only too happy to oblige. I treated her body with the reverence that i'd always thought should be common in lovemaking. Instead of using my tongue this time, I used my fingers to trace every inch of her. By the time I finally entered her, we were both so wound up that we pounded into each other in a frenzy. She met me stroke for stroke and with each of my grunts, I heard an accompanying moan. Our kisses went from light and airy to hot and passionate. I couldn't get enough of her. I pounded furiously into her and our climaxes hit both hard and fast. She let out a shriek with my name embedded and I yelled out.

I didn't want to move. She was clenching my softening piece and I was still pulsating inside of her. I nuzzled my face into her neck loving her scent. Before I knew it, I was plumping up again and slowly thrusting into her. "Well what do we have here?" I laughed and told her I couldn't help it. I wanted to stay inside of her forever, but it was time to do some stamina training. I flipped us over so that she was on top and let her work her magic. This gave me a completely different sensation. She ground her pelvis into mine and I could do nothing but gasp.

She knew what she was doing and I was trying my best not to get too far along. It was difficult because I got to see her reactions to everything. The image of her arching backwards should have been bronzed it was so beautiful. 

She was driving me crazy but I knew how to make her crazy too. I pulled her to me and began licking her neck and ear. I started humping up into her and she began whimpering. I loved that but I had more tricks up my sleeve. I licked my fingers and then began tracing circles onto the back of her knee and I held her to me with my other arm. She began bucking wildly and then I bit her. I've never heard a scream like that. It was primal, guttural, and so fucking sexy. I felt her juices run down my cock and I blew up into combustible flames. 

I held her to me as her breathing evened out. I quickly noticed that she had started breathing differently and she was shaking. I tried to lift her up but she held me tighter and wouldn't move. I realized that she was crying. "Kris, sweetheart, why are you crying?" 

I rubbed her back and kept kissing the top of her head. "I don't really want to talk about it, Jake. I'm not really sure what it is anyway." 

I thought about it, I didn't know whether to push the issue or to let her stew about it. I decided to push it just a little. "Kris, you know you can tell me anything. Maybe we can figure it out together but you have to tell me what's wrong." She leaned away from me and I got a good look at her face. Tears had streaked down her face and her eyelashes were spiked with moisture. I couldn't help but kiss each eye repeatedly. 

"Jake it's this... you... how i've felt every time we've come together like this. It is so different from any other sexual experience that i've had; I don't know how to handle it. I've never yelled out like that and I never thought I would. Yet here I am and every time it seems like I react more and more. You're acting like a pro and i'm acting like the virgin. It's just freaking me out."

"It's probably just because I want to know all there is to know about what makes you tick so that I can put it into practice on whoever I decide to be with. It's just different because I actually want to know and not just get off. It will be ok Kris. Now let's take a bath." With that, I didn't even look back as I disengaged from her and went to run some bath water. I knew she was probably upset that I dismissed what she was feeling as just my enthusiasm but she needed to brood. I wanted her to come to the conclusion that we were made for each other on her own.

Chapter 11

I was seething! I had just had the most amazing experience of my life and he thought it was just beginner's luck! It had to be more to it than just that. Even if he did just want to know all there was to know about sex, my reaction wasn't in the deal. It was so much more than just finding the right technique. He was so gentle but he also seemed to know when I needed it hard and fast. He was so in tune with me that it was as if he could read my mind. 

I thought back to my original reason for starting this and I thought how different things had turned out. I'd all but forgotten about control. From the first time we'd done anything, my body was completely invested. I didn't have any other thoughts in my head except the feelings coursing through my body. I didn't even need to put any of my crazier fantasies into play because he was making reality so pleasurable. I was completely satiated after each episode. Truth be told, I hadn't thought about anal since he'd eaten me out. It seemed silly now to think that something like getting anal would break down the wall between me and sex. I'd probably still be uptight and then i'd regret doing it. 

That led to a whole other line of thinking. If I didn't think I needed anal anymore, it was only because I was getting it so good from Jake. What was going to happen when he felt secure enough to find a girlfriend? The thought made my heart hurt and I didn't know exactly why. 

I had a dilemma. I wouldn't need to break my promise about anal if I could keep doing Jake, but Jake would only keep doing me until he was totally secure about sex. What was I going to do after that and did I really want there to be an after? I mean, there had to be a reason for me to be so into the sex. 

I had to shake myself out of my sullen mood as Jake came into the room telling me that the bath was ready. He strode into the room naked as the day he was born. He looked totally at ease and I wondered how he'd be with another woman. The thought made me frown. I felt like he was mine, which was utterly ridiculous, and I didn't really want to think of him with anyone else. 

We lazed about in the fragrant water, soothing our sore muscles and relaxing until we pruned. He made sure I was completely clean and it wasn't necessarily sexy, but it was intimate on a level that I had never achieved with anyone else. I took that time to trace every inch of him. It was something so erotic about a hard body with suds on it. I don't have a problem with my body, but I did usually have some nervousness. This was not the case with Jake. While in the bath we didn't speak, but we exchanged slow kisses that were like drugs they were so intoxicating. We nipped and nibbled each other but otherwise just held each other close. 

We toweled each other off and our stomachs chose that moment to growl. We laughed and I had to stop and try to remember when we'd last eaten. "What day is it?" He laughed and answered, "Um, I think it's Sunday, like mid afternoon." 

Damn, so we had been going at it for over a day. That was quite an accomplishment. I went to fix us something to eat but I figured we could get by on some quick fixes. I popped in some bagels, put on some coffee, and sliced some fruit. He came in and looked at our impromptu meal with a frown. "Maybe if you triple this it'll be enough to make up for the calories we've burned. You know this is less than a snack for me."

I rolled my eyes, "Ok garbage disposal, make yourself something else, i'm fine with this." He finished in record time and started on the rest of the ice cream. He was making it look so good that I got a spoon and dug in too. "You're gonna make me fat with all this junk." 

He looked at me and arched an eyebrow. "No one told you to eat this," he said, waving the carton in front of me. 

It was odd to me that we were acting as if everything was normal. I expected things to be different between us, but he was the same old Jake and I was looking at him like he had horns growing out of his head. I had thought that the aftereffects would be different. 

I realized that I sort of wanted him to be as addicted to me as I seemed to be to him. I frowned noticing that this wasn't the case. I hadn't planned on feeling anything except maybe lust. It wasn't as if we were dating or in a relationship but I couldn't help but want him to be attached to me. This was so not what I bargained for.

Chapter 12

It was like I could see the wheels turning in her head. She'd occasionally frown like she was in deep thought. I knew she was uneasy or upset but I figured the more upset she was, the more she'd try to hash out her feelings and then the more she could come to some revelations. I was about to make it worse for her but I hoped it would work out in the end. 

I finished the ice cream and went to put the rest of my clothes on. I came out and she almost looked aghast. She quickly recovered and stood up. "Leaving so soon?" I wanted to stay with her but that wouldn't help me win her. I kissed her slowly and made up some report that I supposedly forgot to finish and left. I didn't think she bought it but I knew she wouldn't call me on it. 

I didn't talk to her for the next two days and it was killing me but I hoped that the whole 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' thing would work. I got a phone call that Wednesday that nearly blew my socks off. 

Before I got the phone to my ear good I heard, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG JAKE!!" I was taken aback and if I hadn't been sitting then I might have fallen down.

"Whoa, hello to you too. What do you mean what's wrong? Nothing's wrong, is there something wrong with you?" She was still yelling when she answered. 

"Hell yeah, you give me some bogus ass story about a report and then I don't hear from you for over two days, what's up with that?"




Obsessed With Anal



"Nothing, look, I thought you were upset, so I figured you needed to be left alone. Plus, the phone works both ways Kris." 

"Yeah well, you're supposed to be learning all there is to know about sex and i'm supposed to get my ass reamed. How is that supposed to happen if you just walk out?"

Whoa, I knew I was getting there now. "Kris, is this just because you're horny? I know you said that being horny all the time was part of the problem. Just talk to me, was I bad or something?"

I heard her gasp, "God, no it's not that. You were... just... I don't know... it was incredible, but now, I just don't know." She trailed off, and I was getting worried. I thought she was crying and i'd never meant to make her cry. "Look Kris, just sit tight, i'm on my way."

Fifteen minutes later I was on her doorstep and my anxiety had grown ten fold. "What's wrong, and don't beat around the bush. Whatever this is doesn't have anything to do with how we started out. I don't think it's about me learning about sex or you getting anal. Just talk to me."

I'd started out on the doorstep, but when she opened the door, she just walked to her bedroom and sat on the bed. She had been crying. She looked so sad sitting in the middle of her bed with her arms around her knees. I sat across from her and rubbed her arms.

"A week ago I could have told you with confidence that I needed to masturbate after every time I had sex. One night with you and not only do I not masturbate afterwards, but I can't get off from masturbating. I've tried for the past two days and all I could think about is how it felt when we did it. This isn't working out at all like i'd hoped."

I gathered her to me and laid down with her. "Isn't this what you wanted? You didn't like the fact that you weren't satisfied and it seems like you are so what's the problem?"

"Yeah Jake, i'm satisfied, but for how long? You wont be around forever, especially when you decide to get a girlfriend, and where will that leave me? I've never felt like that during sex. I finally find the perfect orgasm and it's only a temporary situation. I don't want to need you like this but I haven't felt like this before and I'm scared that I never will."

I laid flat on my back to let the information soak in. I should have been thrilled that she was thinking along these lines but I wasn't. 

It seemed that she couldn't even entertain the idea of love between us. I was sure that she was falling for me or at least recognizing that she loved me but I hated the idea that she didn't really want to love me. It was almost as if this was all happening involuntarily. Like she had no choice. I didn't want it to happen like this but I guess since I had never been her type she couldn't fathom falling for me. It was disconcerting to say the least. 

I didn't know what to do. I could tell her that I wanted a relationship with her but she probably wouldn't believe me. I wasn't sure if I could put it all on the line. I didn't want my feelings stomped on because she was afraid to face facts. I still had to do something though. 

"Kris don't worry about that. I'll always be here for you and you know we'll figure something out together. Who knows, maybe you just got rid of that wall because you trust me. Maybe it will be fine with the next guy because of it." I knew I was letting my plan go down the toilet. Call me crazy, but I didn't want her affection if it was forced out of her. I rocked her to sleep and held her through the night.

Chapter 13

Why is it that you always think of the perfect response after the fact? When Jake suggested that with the next guy I might be okay, I couldn't help but wonder if I even wanted another guy. Why should I go to another source when I had a perfectly good one already? Maybe I was just too afraid to voice that. 

It just didn't seem right that I only wanted him for sex though. I mean he was a great guy, but we weren't even each other's type. I couldn't see us working out in any other capacity except sexually. With that being said, I felt like my body was turning on me. Even though I was upset when Jake came over, my body was zinging in his presence. It made me even more upset that I seemed drawn to him and it didn't help that he seemed completely unphased. I knew it was wrong of me but I wanted him to be as freaked out as I was.

I still couldn't believe i'd called him ranting. He was such a great guy for not cursing me out. All day at work I was trying to think of a way to make it up to him. I decided to make him dinner that weekend. I wanted to surprise him so I just showed up with the goodies. I hoped he wasn't upset about me just dropping by. 

I rang his doorbell and he took a moment to answer. I was getting a bit apprehensive by the time he opened the door. He was sweating... profusely. I had an insane moment of jealousy but quickly realized that he had on workout shorts and tennis shoes.

I was standing in the door with my mouth open. Sweat was glistening off his hard body and he was breathing hard from exertion. I could almost feel his body heat and it was driving me crazy. My libido went into overdrive and I almost felt light headed. "Kris? What's going on? What are you doing here?" 

I was trying not to smell the scents rolling off him, it was making me so crazy. "I... uh, made you dinner... as an apology for being a bitch and yelling at you."

He looked a little shocked and then smiled a little. "Well don't just stand in the door, set up and let me take a quick shower." I was almost relieved that he wasn't going to be all sweaty anymore; I was fighting some serious urges to jump his bones. 

I hadn't been to Jake's place in what seemed like forever. He had changed some things. He had new furniture with a dark masculine decor. I saw a couple of pictures scattered around his apartment. There were family photos, but mostly there were pictures of us. There was one that really caught my eye. We had gone to a local concert with some friends and someone had snapped some pictures. I didn't remember seeing this one though. I was beaming into the camera and Jake had his arm slung around me with a beer in his hand. What was odd was that he wasn't looking into the camera; he was looking at me like... like he was into me or something. 

It was odd but I didn't want to read into it if there wasn't anything to it. I looked at the rest of the pictures but there weren't anymore like that one. I figured that I was just over analyzing but I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were really into me. Instead of weirding me out, it just made me smile. I thought it would be kind of cool. I mean, it seemed like I was into him even though I had never previously thought of him like that. I couldn't deny that I was completely drawn to him and that the thought of him moving on was really starting to wear on my nerves. 

He came out smelling fresh and spicy. He pulled me to him kissing me softly. "This is a great surprise, but you don't need to apologize to me. You know that I understand." As he whispered this into my ear, I felt like I was melting. If he didn't stop I was going to really jump his bones and to hell with the food. 

He chose that moment to go sniffing around the kitchen. "This smells so good Kris, what's for dinner?" I had fixed baked chicken, apple stuffing, and green beans. He groaned as I told him what we were having. Then he got this gleam in his eyes and told me to sit everything on the coffee table. He lowered the lights, poured some wine and sat on the floor in between the couch and coffee table. 

He motioned for me to follow him and we sat facing each other in the confined space that he'd created. I looked at him hesitantly and he jut told me to trust him. He cut some chicken, scooped some beans and then some stuffing all onto the fork. It was the perfect bite. I didn't think anyone but me was interested in eating this way but maybe I was wrong. 

He fed it to me and I got a little panicked because he only prepared my bites like that. It was such a little thing to notice, but it might as well had been huge. He noticed how I ate, no one ever paid attention to me like that. He kept feeding me and I felt like I was losing it. I felt something blossoming in me that far surpassed anything i'd ever felt for anyone.

Could it be that I was falling in love with him? I thought about why I was so comfortable around him. It wasn't that he was just gentle, but he was intimate with me as more than just a lover. He was... loving? He was romantic in a way that was natural, not obligatory. It was like he wanted to touch me and kiss me, not just as a way to get to the sex. It was completely foreign to me and that's what threw me for a loop. 

I had been starring mutely as he fed himself and me. I was so stupid. My body knew it long before my head had a chance to catch up. But where did that leave my heart? I didn't want to lose his friendship but I was quickly coming to realize that I didn't want anyone else to have his love either. I was pretty sure that being his friend would no longer be enough. I just had to convince him of that.

Chapter 14

She attacked me! I'd thought something was off during dinner but I guess I was wrong. She damn near inhaled my dick. I had been semi-hard during dinner but as soon as she dove for my dick, i'd been standing proud. I didn't even question the why of it; I was just trying to catch up to the sensations that were coursing through my body. 

I didn't want to cum like this though. I needed her naked and I needed to be buried inside of her. I pulled her up to look into her face. She was flushed from lust and I had to groan. I pulled her up with me and quickly stripped both of us naked. 

I laid down on the couch and brought her down on top of me. She felt perfect in my arms and as I eased into her, it felt like coming home after a long journey. She was gasping and moaning, but I wanted to try something that I hoped would have her gushing cum like a geyser. 

We were kissing furiously and as I was pumping and she was so wet that I could hear squishing noises. I lifted her up off me and she started whimpering. Man I loved her. I pushed two fingers in and out of her to coat my fingers and she started moaning again. I eased myself back into her and then began rubbing her juices in her crack. I moved back and forth between licking my fingers and wetting her crack. When she was sufficiently wet, I started tapping at her opening.

She was almost yelping now. I started working my finger into her ass. She was bucking, grunting, and squealing into my ear. I got my finger in to the knuckle and then started slowly pumping into her from both ends. When she came, it was like nothing i'd ever seen. I didn't even think people could cum that hard. She was spasming and thrashing so wildly that she tried to push off my cock. I held her tightly so that she couldn't move and pumped furiously into her. 

I got the crazy idea that I wanted to make he cum twice so I slowed my thrusting as she rode out her orgasm. Before she'd even calmed down all the way I sat up and carried her to the bedroom still sheathed in her moistness. 

I pumped slowly until she started responding again. I lifted her legs until her knees were almost touching her chin and I started a torturously slow pump. I wanted her to feel every inch as it invaded her. She was almost purring by now. I wasn't through yet though. 

I straightened her legs until her feet were at the same level as my face and I started licking her feet. I sucked on each toe as if it were a feast. I reached down and began massaging her clit. I lightly bit each toe and she started shrieking. It was so hot. I barely held on until she came. As soon as I felt her muscles clench tightly around me I thrusted as fast as I could and stopped breathing as I came. 

I laid down and gathered her close to me as we came down off our high. "Kris, is it always like this?" 

She was quiet for what seemed like forever. "No Jake, it isn't. In fact, it's never been like this for me. This is how I always wanted to feel during and after sex." She sighed long and hard and then turned to me. "I think that I love you." I don't know why but I got really angry. 

"Kris you think just because the sex is good then you're falling for me. Don't chalk it up to that." I got up and started dressing.

"No Jake, it's not just good sex, it's beyond great. You told me that I didn't really need anal, that I just needed someone that I could or did really love for sex to be enjoyable. Well, the sex is beyond enjoyable so why can't it be because I love you?"

I just had to gawk at her. "I can't believe this! You love me because the sex is great. That doesn't make any sense. You know that love has to be about more than just the physical." I'd never been so angry. I now knew what it felt like to just be wanted for your body. I wanted to get away from her but seeing as we were at my house, that wasn't really a possibility.

"Jake it isn't that! Sure I love the sex, but when I thought about it, I couldn't imagine anyone else having and sharing with you what we have."

"So now I see. You don't want anyone else to have your fuck toy, so you tell me you love me just so i'll stick around." I didn't care that this was my house; I was getting ready to leave anyway. She grabbed my arm and pushed me onto the couch. Then she sat on me. I was at a disadvantage because she was still naked. I was trying not to look at her but she was sheer perfection in my eyes. 

"Ok just shut up and listen. I don't want anyone else to have you because of the gentleness and care that you've shown me. Every other boyfriend i've had I always found something wrong with them or them with me. I know everything about you and we're still friends. Speaking of friends, i'm pretty sure that I can never go back to just being your friend. I don't want you to fall in love with anyone but me. I've never felt this way about anyone else. The only way that I can describe it is that I need you, now and for as long as you want me."

Chapter 15

I couldn't believe that I just put it all out there but I was sure that he would have left me alone otherwise, and in his house to boot. He was so angry. It would have been sexy had I not been so worried. At first, I didn't understand why he would be angry that I told him I loved him. Then he started ranting and it seemed that I was just making it worse. 

Even when I sat on him, he was just starring off into space. The muscles in his jaw were rigid. I figured that he was upset thinking I only wanted him for the sex, but that was the original arrangement anyway. Maybe he did want me. He finally looked at me and I saw lust but I also something else. What it was I couldn't tell you.

"Are you sure?" He flared his nostrils, a clear sign that he was trying to hold in his emotions. 

"I'm sure Jake, but you'll have to help me, i'm new at this love thing and I may not always get it right." He let out a small smile.

"You know, I guess that I have to come clean. The only reason I even agreed to do this was because i've only ever wanted you. I thought we were made for each other from the start but I needed you to come to that conclusion on your own." 

He looked at me and so much of what had been happening made sense. "I love you Kris. I have for what seems like forever." 

Now it was my turn to be shocked. "Wait! So were you or were you not a virgin? And how can you love me when i'm not even your type?" He looked at me like I rode in on the special bus. 

"Kris, of course I was a virgin, I wouldn't lie about something like that. If I were like that then I would have said that a long time ago. Plus, how can you ask if I love you. Think about how it is every time we make love. For me that's what we're doing. I give you everything that I have because I love you. And don't say you're not my type because you don't know what my type is. If you say that you're not my type then I could say the same for you. How could you love me?" 

By now I was feeling pretty good about the situation. "Well, I love you for a lot of the same reasons that we're friends. You know how crazy I can get and yet you're still always there when I need you. Which is more than I can say for my other boyfriends. To top that off, the sex is great but beyond that, I feel complete when we do it. I haven't even had the problems that prompted me to come to you. Truthfully, I don't even need anal. I just need you. Plus, I don't really have a type. You should have noticed that I date all kinds. I'll admit that they do seem to be football types, but you've changed that."

With that, he kissed me hungrily and held me tightly through the night.

Chapter 16

Kris and I really hashed it our over the next couple of days. Between work, dinners, talking, and loving we were both exhausted by the next weekend. We just laid in bed watching TV and movies. It was so homey. We decided to just be together. Yeah she was my girlfriend, but what she didn't know was that I was determined to make her my wife. 

Over the next couple of months, Kris and I became closer than ever. While it was true that we loved each other, we still had to get used to each other in the relationship. I didn't care what we had to get through as long as she was still mine at the end of the day. 

When I decided to pop the question, I was nervous as hell. I decided to toy with her a bit. I started yelling for her. "Kris, baby, let's watch a movie!" 

She came in holding her ears looking at me like I was crazy. "Sheesh J, I was only in the other room, not China. What movie are we watching?" She skipped over to the couch and plopped down next to me. 

"Just wait and see." She was going to hate me or kill me for this, but if I had to go then i'd go with my ring on her finger.

She saw the opening credits and her eyes went wide. "J you know I can't watch this movie. I've only seen it once and I only bought it because he's my favorite actor." I held her to me and let the movie play on. 

I'd chosen 'Armageddon' with Bruce Willis. A movie that Kris adamantly refused to watch because Bruce dies at the end. She was a major crybaby for movies. I knew i'd be seeing waterworks. She watched the movie in abject horror as it drew closer and closer to the end. 

There were tears running down her face as the last scenes closed. She looked at me with a mix of anger and disbelief. Then she tackled me yelling and cursing me out. It was great. I was trying not to smile but it was hard. While we were wrestling she got out, "You better have a damn good reason for making me watch that! And you better make it up to me!" 

Here was my cue. I pinned her to the couch and looked into her angry tear streaked face and said, "Of course i'll make it up to you baby. How's this?" With that, I slid off her and onto one knee. I whipped out the ring box and asked, "Will you marry me? If you do, I promise that you can make me pay you back for the rest of our lives."

She was crying in earnest now, making me think that it maybe wasn't such a good idea. Before I could say anything, she looked up at me and smiled. I took that as a good sign. "As long as you let me put you through some painful experience for this you've got a deal." I whooped for joy. I twirled her around and kissed her repeatedly. 

As I held her tight, I couldn't help but ask, "So that's a yes right? Because I don't want you trying to slip through any loopholes." 

She laughed and it was the most joyous sound i'd ever heard. "That, my dear Jake, is definitely a yes."

Epilogue

"So Mrs. Riley, are you ready?"

"Oh My God Jake if you don't fuck me right now i'm going to kill you!" I couldn't help but chuckle at how far we'd come. She got to keep her vow of not doing anal until she got married and I got to fulfill my dream of just being with her. She was the only one for me. Plus I got to be with the uncensored Kris. She was so vocal now that she was blowing me away half the time. 




Obsessed With Anal



Since we'd been married, we had started to experiment with butt plugs. I didn't want to hurt her, but she wanted anal, so we graduated from the smallest plug until they were roughly the size of my cock. 

She finally told me why she wanted anal in the first place. "J, I want you to be able to take me in any hole, anytime, and any place. I don't want there to be any orifice that you can't take your pick of." That was somewhat shocking but who was I to complain?

We had finally gotten to the point where I didn't think i'd hurt her if we did anal. She had gotten tired of fingering long ago and we were both ready to move to the next level. I kissed her while slowly working the plug out of her ass. I was a little larger than the plug so I knew she would still be tight. I could hardly wait. I wanted to face her so that I could see her reactions. 

She was lubed and ready to go but I added to it by pumping into her moist dewy pussy a couple of times before I breached her bud. I almost didn't want to stop but I was more excited about fucking her in the ass. 

I slowly pushed at her bud until the head of my cock popped in. It felt like my first time all over. I guess it was really a first. This was a tightness that could not be rivaled. We were both breathing hard. Me from not trying to cum and her from having my tool lodged in her ass. I felt her relax and I slowly started feeding her my cock inch by inch. 

It was slow going because I didn't want to hurt her. Once I finally was seated to the hilt I began kissing her and pumping ever so slowly. As she grew accustomed to the feeling of me in her ass, I began picking up the pace. "Don't let me hurt you baby, talk to me."

"If you stop i'll scream." That was music to my ears because I could definitely see that this was going to be a favorite activity for us. Her eyes were closed, her breathing was rapid and her nipples were peaking. I didn't think she could take hard pounding so I kept it fairly slow. Kris was starting to show signs of frustration but nothing short of her begging would make me move faster.

"Baby please fuck me hard. I've waited so long for this and I want to really feel it. Your big cock feels so good. It doesn't even hurt. Make me cum baby, please!" Aw damn, she knew what begging like that did to me, it turned me savage and I started to pound harder and harder. She just met me thrust for thrust. I pinched both nipples and she started yelping. I lifted her leg and bit her calf and she purred. When I leaned down, changing my positioning, to lick her neck she went crazy. 

She snaked her hand between us to massage her clit and started bucking wildly. I thrusted as hard as I could and listened to her shriek my name over and over. Her ass clenched my dick in a vice grip and I couldn't hold off any longer. I blasted my seed along the walls of her anal cavity and she went into mini spasms.

We were still trying to recover when my softening piece slipped softly from her with a slight sucking sound. We both sighed and I got up to get a warm towel. I had to make sure that I didn't hurt her because if I did, i'd never forgive myself. 

I ran the warm towel over her making sure she was soothed. I cleaned my piece off too and as I returned she began giggling. "My ass is gonna be sore for a week, and I doubt that i'll be able to walk straight." 

I sat down on the bed and kissed first her nose and then her forehead. "That's ok because next week i'll be back to pound you again so that your ass remembers me for another week." 

She looked up at me with nothing but love, "You promise J?" 

I settled her next to me as we began to drift off to sleep. "Forever and always baby... forever and always."

~The End~



Obsessed with Ember



Vincent didn't have to wait too long for her. She was his favorite of them all. He didn't mind the wait too much, he always thought she was worth it. 

They came nearly every night, about five of them. He guessed that they were all friends. He didn't mind the others, it was all about her. 

She stood about five-four. He couldn't be bothered worrying about her dress size, but she filled out her everyday clothes beautifully. She was a carmel complexion, shoulder length dark brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail. Her eyes and her mouth were her stunners. Her mouth caught your attention but her eyes held them. Soft brown eyes with a knowing glint. Full lips smirking under a button nose. 

Ember could have easily been thought of as cute, but her full lips placed her as sexy. Full breasts that tempted him every time he saw her about the town. 

They shared a past, a past where she had refused him, but that was okay. In a couple of days he would be the only one on her mind. She was stubborn and somewhat foolish. 

He knew she thought herself above the law, she was determined to break the rules concerning restricted areas blocked off by the military; which was fine by him, since it provided him privacy and exposed herself to him much sooner than he had originally planned, hard-headed, always... 

Vincent and Ember had known each other a few years back, he had always had a thing for her, he had even gotten her to agree to go out with him once. Unfortunately that once was his downfall in their small town community. Too eager and over zealous, Vincent had ignored Ember's signals and verbal rejections of pushing their date beyond her physical expectations, it amounted to someone responding to her screams and struggles to get Vincent away from her. 

She didn't want to press charges and his parents were adamant that charges were not required. Near the end of the investigation, it was suggested that Vincent take a leave of absence from the town. His family, namely his mother did not take this well. Being he was her youngest and was already posed to enter the local college at the end of their summer break. She knew this would end his future career of law enforcement, the trade they all expected him to take after his father. 

Vincent's father felt the military would suit Vincent best for the time being, seeing as it would give the incident time to be forgotten and Vincent time to experience life and mature without an attempted rape charge or accusations hanging over his head. Only thing was, you had to have character to do all that. Vincent had long ago foregone on any attempt to redeem himself inwardly. 

During his time serving in the Marines, he had not only achieved promotions but also realized were the real action and money was, namely where the power was... Not long after finishing boot camp and completing his first assignment, Vincent dropped the idea of returning back to his hometown to appease his family in following in is father's shoes of becoming an officer of the law. 

Even now he laughs at how naive he was in thinking law was his destiny and also the mistakes he made with Ember. She was never really far from his thoughts. She had always been his idea of the perfect woman. 

'Yeah, SHE was the one that got away'... or ran away. 

Though his ideas of a career may have changed, his intentions to reunite with her had not. He had through subtle inquiries with his mother and remaining friends kept abridged of her whereabouts, activities, and involvements. Before that tragic evening it had been his plan for them date exclusively, attend college together, then get engaged and marry. 

Law enforcement was a respectable enough profession to support the life style he had planned for them. But now with the military, though his options had in a since been reduced, yet still in the military, other doors of opportunity had opened. 

A door to meet people in obtaining old disbanded weapons, people needing a little mercenary action here and there to quealch any unhappy locals in third world territories, people that understood that money laundering was a highly fiscally rewarding practice, and that the movement of people was a better paying factor than even arms dealings. 

Yes, the military was proving to be the better profession after all. Only his misses was missing. Only Vincent's family and close friends knew where he was located in the military, and due to his letters and brief phone calls, he had given them the impression it was bet if his location were kept confidential. He always alluded to the notion that he was assigned to a top secret mission. 

In actuality, he was really never too far from his home town, and once he finished his third year of his six year enlistment, he did not plan on reenlisting, but instead head out on his own and partner up with a man, the military had on a watch list. This man was had connections, money, and power. The things Vincent valued over all. 

Well they wouldn't be military for long, but then Vincent had a back up plan. His friend Vergara was very interested in old military firearms as well as new ones. It had been his squadron's responsibility to oversee the disposal of old and outdated fire arms. But for a special price, those very same arms would find a home via he and Vergara to other countries not so friendly to US or even terrorist groups. 

Vergara had thankfully set up a secret overseas account set up by Vergara's accountant for Vincent. This account was fed by Vergara whenever transactions were completed as expected. 

Normally hardheaded people, especially a female that thought she was better than him, those really pissed him off, but for tonight, he appreciated his girl's lack of candor. And plus he figured he would have the pleasure of educating her of the ills of bad decisions. He was actually very much looked forward to those lessons.

But then Vincent counted on her being hard headed... it would place her within his grasp. 

There was a tranquil waterfall that fed the river within the restricted area. But Vincent chose to ignore the river's other four secret swimmers, there were certain nights she would actually bathe alone. 

The first time he discovered that, he nearly burst upon her as she began to undress. His military superiors had directly informed all citizens and military personnel that the surrounding area was off limits. Yet, she had determined herself to be too special to adhere to such rules. people always wanting fucking special treatments. Well he had something special for her too. 

He knew her schedule by heart. She would be there for her every other night to bathe. 

It was a Wednesday and she had already given her friends the impression she would not go to the falls alone, following the military's posted signs. Taking an old path from the back town that led twisting and winding to the waterfall river bend, she led her horse. It was an easy trail to follow during the day, but a bear to trace once the sun began to set. 

Once she arrived, she did a body check. Two towels, some soap, second pair of underwear in her saddle. She figured she'd just leave her clothes by the riverside. She wasn't too worried about being their alone, she had her toothpick of course. It would be all she needed for late night dips, because she believed she had enough protection... her five inch 'Arkansas toothpick,' that is what her daddy called it when he swore her to carry it where ever she went. Her daddy was a good ole country boy. 

Vincent waited, he had no doubt they would not be interrupted, though he had all night, it would not be enough, but it would have to do in a pinch, and this was a pinch for him... for now at least. 

She led her mount to the old burnt out tree to tether her horse. Ember slipped down from her leather saddle with the slightest creak. She noted that she was all alone as she began to undress by the riverside. 

Vincent moved stealthily among the trees. He had come prepared... wearing a black long sleeve t-shirt, black sweat pants, with black moccasin boots. 

This night would accomplish so many things for him concerning her, she will learn a lesson about going out at night alone, she would become more familiar with him though unbeknowing to her, and give him a taste of his future. 

He was so anxious, he slightly snorted with anticipation as he watched her approach the water. She paused, as if suddenly sensing a presence... his presence. Ember looked about herself, glanced at her toothpick... then swiftly turned and dove into the river. 

Vincent eased over to her pile of clothes, taking her blade, her pants and top... he left her her undies, curious as to what she will do once she discovered her things had been disturbed and her weapon missing.

Once he had her clothes and her knife, he returned to his hiding spot to watch her swim and bathe. As she passed under the small waterfall which signaled her bathing was complete, he waited not realizing he was holding his breath. 

She waded to the edge of the river, then once again she scanned the thickly wooded forest, her eyes seemed to look right into his face, but she did not even notice his face hidden among the foliage. once satisfied she was alone, she emerged from the river completely. 

She tilted her head to he side as if allowing water to run from her right ear, then she bent forward with her naturally curly shoulder length hair hanging down in front of her to in an attempt to gather her wet hair to put into hair scrunchie. 

Leaning back, she grabbed her wet hair and wrung it out on the damp soil where she stood. the night was perfect, too bad her friends were not here to share it with her. 

Ember turned and waked to her pile of clothes. It became very obvious she noted the change on the ground. She paused in mid stride a few feet from the pile, bent to retrieve her things. Quickly trying to locate her knife, not finding it she stopped in her frantic search to once again scan the riverside clearing. 

"What the fuck was going on?" 

'Please let it be a damn raccoon that did this.' 

But in the back of her mid all she could conjure up was "Run!" 

Standing quickly she ambled toward her mount, only to find him missing as well. 

"Shit, whoever is playing games with me... this shit isn't funny!" 

Walking toward the edge of forest, she suddenly heard a rustle among the bushes, but is too late, she is picked up from off her feet from behind and hauled to the forest floor. She tries to jab her attacker with her left elbow, but he uses his full weight to bear down on her. 

This pushes her immediately to the ground again with an "Oof!" forced out of her mouth. 

"Keep still dar'lin, won't hurt a much." Was all her attacker would say at first. 

He grabbed her wrist, placed them both in one of his hands as his other hand snaked around her waist in a lifting motion, not off the ground, but to her horror, positioning her onto her knees.

All Ember could think was 'Oh this shit is not happening, oh fuck!' 

One large muscular thigh came from behind her and was wedged between her bent knees. 

"Spread your legs!" Was his next command. 

She could not believe what was happening, everything was moving in slow motion. Once her legs were spread, his thighs rested on the inside of hers, preventing her from moving from the position he had placed her in. 

The hand about her waist held her in place as his other hand cupped her mound. He grunted as his fingertips found her lips opening, he clumsily and quickly sunk his fingers into her pussy from the front of her body, fingering her clit. 

"Not wet enough, fuck this!" He began to make little circles about her clit with his middle finger, then he ran it, in and out of her tight hole, the little act elicited the results he ached or, his finger drew back dripping in her arousal, she even gave an involuntary moan. 

'Aw, hell no, shit, where the fuck did that come fr...'. He once again entered her, this time with two fingers going in and out of her.

"No... no, stop, oh fuck!" Was what she could barely get out.

Smiling to himself, he removed his fingers, pulled his black sweat pants down, knowing his intentions, Vincent had gone commando. Once his pants had reached his thighs, he thrust forward, impaling her onto his cock. 

She screamed, and tried to pull forward, but once again his arm was about her waist and held her in place. Her struggles only excited him more. His thrusting pace increased. His left hand that was holding her wrists together, released her hands go, only to shove his fingers into her hair to anchor her to him as he grazed his teeth along her shoulder enjoying her whimpers of submission. 

She shook, not to release her, but as her approaching unwanted orgasm came alive. If she climaxed, then what the hell did that say about her? 

She didn't want to explode with a man forcing himself on her. But her orgasm hit her big, it rocked her as she moaned long and loud before she realized what she had just conveyed to her attacker. She fucking loved what he was doing to her... well she didn't, but her damn traitorous body did. 'Shit!'

Vincent only smiled the more after her sounds of completion echoed along the banks of the river. 

She felt him shudder as he approached his own orgasm. 

His grip on her hair believe it or not tightened harder than it had before. 

As his climax ripped through him, it was as if he were attempting to rip her hair from her scalp. 

"Shit girl!" Vincent growled in her ear as he pushed three more times into her. 

On his final thrust, he gave her several stinging slaps along her butt cheeks. Each slap brought a scream or whimper from her, which were music to his ears. He laughed with pleasure at finally getting back at her for the shit she put him through. If only she'd not fought him then. 

Vincent pushed her own to the dirt floor, holding her there with his hand on her back, "Stay put or we go for round two!" 

He slowly got up, she should have stayed put, but she did glance up at his hands as they had held her hands together, there was something familiar about him, but what? It wasn't his voice, or was it and she was too scared or confused to see what was right in front of her. 

She knew her attacker, 'What if he thinks I recognize him, shit! What if plans on killing me? Fuck, I was a stupi...' 

Ember managed to hiss, "Ouch! Let my hair go you...!" 

"Shut up Ember!" At the mention of her name, her struggles and screaming ceased. 

"You were warned, but you wouldn't listen!" 

Fearing he may have said too much, Vincent pressed his lips together in frustration of his own eagerness. It was too soon to reveal his identity to her. 

"Who are you? Why are you doing this? Please just let me go, I ..." 'I know that voice...'