0 comments/ 52222 views/ 1 favorites Welcome Home Ch. 01 By: hardwillingone Today has been a hard day at work. As you walk through the door, you pick up the fresh scent of warm cinnamon & vanilla filling the air. You take a quick glance around noticing that there are candles burning softly. The living room has a soft glow to it. In the back ground you can hear the sounds of Usher playing. You look down to see rose petals lying on the floor with a note sealed with a kiss. You drop everything in your hands right where you stand and bend over and pick up the note. You raise it to you nose and take a deep whiff. "Aahhh yes!" You know that smell. It's your favorite. You unfold the note to read "it was a long and hard day at work, but your work has just really begun! Why don't you go to the bathroom and relax first in a nice hot shower?" So you walk over to the bathroom with one thought on your mind! The bathroom is filled with more candles and there is a silver ice bucket on the dryer who holds 3 bottles of black butte that has been chilling, a bottle opener and pair of black silk boxers. You quickly take of your clothes, open a bottle of beer and take a drink. Still in the back of your mind your wondering where I am at and what I have on. You reach in and start the shower letting steam fill the room. You step in the shower to find another note. This one asks "Do you need help with your shower?" You answer loud enough for me to hear, hoping I would "I need some extra hands if you could spare them." You take another drink of your beer and stand there in the shower for a minute just letting the water run over your head. You open your eyes because you feel me gently rub my hands up your stomach to your chest, running them along your neck and then kissing you. You wrap your big strong arms around me tightly and kiss me back very passionately. You are throbbing with the eagerness to be inside me. You push me back against the shower wall and kiss me hard trying to get your way. But I slowly slide down the shower walls kissing you the whole way down till I reach your big hard throbbing cock. I lick the tip of it making sure you know I am here to please you. Then I slowly take my lips and kiss the head of your cock, then slip it in my mouth. But just a little and then pull it back out. I run my tongue around the shaft. Making you arch back in the shower wanting more. So I stick your cock back in my mouth as far as I can. Sucking on him and tickling him with my tongue. You grab my hair because you want me. So I slowly pull him out of my mouth and start to kiss your cock on the head then up the shaft and slowly move back up your body to your mouth. You shove me up against the shower and grab my leg and pull it up along your side. The bathroom is filled with steam and we want each other. You run your hard cock over my pussy which is aching to have you inside me. But I then push you back. Hand you your beer and tell you. "Enjoy your shower, when you're done, come find me." I plant a hard long kiss on you while I am playing with you enormous throbbing cock in my hand, as I slide my hand off your cock I can feel your eagerness make my fingers slick. I look over at you. Bring my fingers to my lips and lick them off. Then I slide out of the shower. Wrap a towel around me and disappear. I hurry to the bedroom with thoughts of your big hard cock racing though my mind. You are going to enjoy the surprise I have for you. I slowly stroke my pussy in anticipation before getting dressed for your wanton desires. My pussy is so wet at the thought of that thick cock penetrating it that I have to touch it a little more. I slowly slide a finger into myself, and get it nice and worked up. I can see your perfect 8" cock sliding into me and your big heavy balls lying on my ass as I imagine you inside of me. I slowly run a second finger into my dripping wetness thinking about what is about to come before continuing with the surprise. .... To be continued... Welcome Home Ch. 01 Ch. 01: Some Harmless Fooling Around Robert was home from Iraq after a rather difficult tour of duty. He sighed as he searched in the fridge for something cool. It was another 90 degree day in Southern California and the swamp-cooler as usual wasn't keeping up. Strangely the heat no longer bothered him now used to 115 degree days in Baghdad. He grabbed a couple of beers and went to his room. He just wanted to relax a little before his parents, or sister came home. The welcome home barbeque was tonight. He rolled his eyes just thinking about it, dreading all the bullshit he would be forced to deal with. It was bad enough he had to live with his parents till he could find a place. Once his computer was on he was tempted to check out some porn, and possibly jerk-off to his favorite porn babes. He'd been in Iraq for seven months without even smelling a woman. During his tour Robert actually found little interest in sex occasionally playing with himself. Now that he was home eying the girls on the plane, the airport, pretty much anywhere, sex was the only thing on his mind. It was a bit hot though to get all worked up over a tiny video. He chugged down half his beer when he heard a scream and then a splash in the pool. He cautiously looked out his window to see his sister, and a couple of girlfriends out back. "Jesus Christ," he sighed annoyed with his sister brining her friends over.. He checked out her friends though, and was impressed. "Oh man," he whispered eying a hot petite, and curvy blond. "Nice tits," he noted as she removed her t-shirt revealing a white and tight bikini top. Next he observed a well toned brunette, "Oh wow," he said admiring her tan athletic thighs as she removed her shorts. Both of these girls were gorgeous he thought fantasizing about them as he massaged his crotch. He tried to forget about his ex-girlfriend, Larissa. She had broken up with him just days before his return. They had been living together for months, and he thought that she may be the one. While in Iraq he received a letter stating she fell in love with one of his friends, and ended their relationship. One of the reasons he would be living with mom and dad. Surprisingly the anger helped him cope with the stresses of combat. He tried to relax as his manhood responded to the stimulation. It soon became tighter in his jeans as he grew. He stood to unbutton his pants. Once he pulled his stiffing member out he enjoyed the relief and took another look at his sister's friends. "Damn," he whispered observing the awesome curvy blond. He looked for the athletic brunette who was applying sun tan lotion earlier. "Oh well," he said unable to spot her. Robert sat down on his bed, with closed eyes, imagining himself fondling those beauties, all while massaging his half erect penis. He chuckled to himself noting, how ridiculous that thought was, like they would have anything to do with him. It didn't matter he was determined to enjoy this four minute fantasy till he finished off. He was so enjoying his bliss he didn't immediately notice the bedroom door bust open. His reaction to the intrusion was slow, even unconscientiously delayed like he wanted to be caught. Alana was shocked at what she was witnessing. A guy holding his dick in his hand working it hard. She was stunned, fascinated, and disgusted, but froze. Robert aware of a presence looked up with eyes wide open. The amazingly well toned brunette was before him, watching him jerk-off. It was so sudden, and unexpected neither reacted immediately. "I'm sorry," Alana declared, "I was looking for a bathroom." "Wrong door stupid bitch." He swiftly ripped a blanket over him. "I apologize; I didn't know," she pleaded with hands up to her mouth. He felt bad with his harsh attack, but he was clearly jerking-off, and he considered it a most private thing, and obviously embarrassing to be caught in the act. "I'm sorry," she stated again. All her senses told her to leave, but her body just didn't respond as she watched him struggle to pull up his jeans. Robert wondered why she was still there studying him. He wanted to cuss her out, but became mesmerized with her beauty. Out by the pool it was obvious she was hot, but up close she was stunning. Her dark and straight, more than shoulder length hair, covered one of her startled eyes. She had nice breasts for her 5'5" athletic frame. They were tightly supported by a bright yellow bikini top. He could see just above her denim shorts a yellow string matching the bikini top. Robert greatly admired the thin bright yellow string high up on her hip. The bright yellow contrasted nicely against her caramel colored skin glistening from the liberal amount of oil she had applied. He found her face adorable; big brown eyes surrounded by long eyelashes, with lovely pink glossed lips. She was Playmate caliber as far as he was concerned. "I'm sorry for yelling at you..." "No, no, it's understandable." "You must think I'm some kind of weird perverted freak-boy." "No, you were doing something natural that we all do in the privacy of our bedrooms." He found her remarkably reasonable. "So you get yourself off," he stopped speaking searching for a name. "Oh Alana," she said nervously surprised at herself. It wasn't like her to tell a guy she caught with his dick in his hand that she found it natural. She had always been out going, a people person, and like most young girls had a healthy interest in boys and sex. She was embarrassed by his rather personal question. Get yourself off she thought knowing full well she did. He was very attractive she noted. Tall, muscular, and his close-fitting hair cut. He even looked good with the glasses on. T-shirt, jeans, sand colored boots, she liked the outdoor look. The site of his penis in hand rapidly flashed through her mind.. Alana ignored his question, and asked her own. "Were you having fun," she queried trying not to laugh. "Yes. I'm Robert by the way." "Yes I know Rob. I'll leave to let you continue." Puzzled he asked, "Do we know each other?" "Alana Becker. I'm a friend of your sister's; tree grades behind you in high school." He still didn't recognize the hot babe. "For Christ sake you babysat me and my brother for like a whole summer." It finally hit him, "Oh shit. Little Lana? My God Alana you've, uh... well matured... um nicely too. I never would have recognized you." She blushed at his compliment, "Thank you Rob. I lost the baby fat; got into sports." She overtly looked him up and down. She hadn't seen him in a couple of years and remembered him as a boy. He was definitely a man now. "You're hotter than I remember." They stared at each other intensely for a moment. She awoke from her gaze, "Ok, I'll leave you to finish." The question left his mouth before he thought it through. "I could use the help of a beautiful girl." Her eyes went wide with wonder, and was flattered, but again surprised. "Excuse me?" He blushed, "I apologize; I never should have..." "All right, I'll help." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Alana couldn't believe what she was saying. She was about to retract her offer, but Robert quickly escorted her in and shut the door. It was only seconds before he had her sitting in a chair in the middle of his room. "Thank you so much Alana," he moved close to her with his crotch only inches away from her face. Her mouth was dry as she became very nervous. She started thinking of the porno's that her and her friends had watched late at night while drinking beer. The dirty magazines at the mall after school with the giant cocks being displayed. Alana and her friends always laughed and joked about them. She wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't that experienced with men either. "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what to do." "Oh... well first you pull out my..." "I mean I know, I, I've just never done this before, I've never touched a guys... cock, I'm a little nervous." He frowned, "How old are you?" "Does that matter?" Wow he thought she's definitely matured. "Believe it or not yes." He took a step back. She sensed he was unsure about her working his manhood. "Don't worry I'm legal. Besides when I'm finished with you, that will be the last thing on your mind." She couldn't believe what she was saying. This wasn't really her, and it was like she was playing the part of a porn actress. While nervous and a bit paranoid she was enjoying herself. "We better not; my sister is out there, my mom might pull up any moment." She hated it when people treated her like a child. She had gone round and round with her parents about getting a car. If she was mature enough to get a man to cum she can sure as hell handle a car she thought. "This was your idea Rob," she pulled him towards her by his belt. She placed her hand on the bulge. She squeezed feeling his stiffening cock.. He grimaced with intense pleasure. Her sudden burst of confidence began to fade away as her shaking hands began to undo Robert's belt and then the buttons on his jeans. "Oh yes Alana you're doing so good." She nervously smiled at his praise while she focused on pulling his pants down. His dark blue boxer briefs were form fitting even tight with his rod trying to tear through the soft material almost as if it was reaching for her. "Oh my my," she whispered wondering how she got herself into this. Alana moved her hands up and down his thighs and then his center again squeezing his member. Robert opened his eyes once he felt her pull on the waist band and continued further freeing his penis. Even though she knew what to expect she was surprised by the size as it flopped out. Only half erect it seemed big to her. Nothing like the penises in the magazines her and her friends laughed at, but still impressive. She marveled at his muscular legs exploring them as well. "I guess the Marines keep you guys in good shape." If she only knew he thought, but didn't answer. Placing her hands on his dick forced him to moan and close his eyes. It was surprising to her how soft it was, but hard too while generating enormous heat. Using both hands she gently massaged him while intensely inspecting it. "Oh wow" she said caught by surprise as it continued growing and suddenly twitched up pulling away from her. "Um Rob do you have any oil?" He had trouble speaking at first, "Ye, yeah... in the drawer behind you." She hasn't done this before he wondered, but asking for oil already. He watched the busty beauty search for it. 'Oh God I want to rest my hard pipe between those jugs' he said to himself. He sighed, admiring her healthy bronze breasts still glistening with lotion, tightly trapped inside that bright yellow top. She found the small bottle of oil and looked up to find him gazing at her. Again she was flattered with his lustful eyes undressing her. Feeling wanted she refocused on his stiffening dick. She smiled thinking about his gaze of her. Her confidence had returned, "Do you like what you see Rob?" "Ah, uh, yes I do. You're beautiful Alana." He groaned when he finished as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his barrel. "Wh, why, are you doing this. I mean... why me?" "I'm not sure. I was shocked when I walked in on you, but strangely turned-on. You're cute. Your cock is beautiful... long and thick." She began slow, full length strokes from tip to base. "I had a serious crush on you two summers ago." "Re, re, really?" "Yes. I can't believe I'm telling you this, but... I watched Christi Richards give you a blow job in the school dugout one morning." "Oh shit you're, kidd, kidding me?" "No," she said rather seriously. "You cummed all over her face... and, well... I've fantasized about it, you ever since." Alana knew she was blushing as she admitted one of her secret fantasies. This girl was amazing and so mature he noted. His buds in his squad would never believe him. There was a loud splash in the pool causing him to wonder what if his sister found out. 'Oh God what if my parents found out' he asked himself. Robert forced himself to clear his mind and enjoy her touch. She started palming the head of his dick. Fascinated by its expansion as she tightened her grip around his shaft. "Oh yes," he moaned. He decided to see how far she was willing to go. Robert slipped his hand through her lovely dark shoulder length hair, resting his hand at the base of her head. "Drop your hands for a second." She complied and he pushed his pelvis forward while pulling her pretty face towards him. "Oh yes," he exhaled resting his fully erect shaft and balls on her face. She became nervous and unsure about this, but allowed him to massage his cock into her face. "You're incredible," he stated as he dragged his balls across her lips, cheeks, resting them on her eye lid. He continued massaging for a few moments. He decided to go further placing both hands on each side of her head. "Lana just let it happen." Her eyes went wide as she panicked watching him rest the massive head against her lips. She shook her head in protest, but he was far too strong as he pushed forward. "It's ok," he whispered, "it'll be ok, just take me in." "No Rob," she choked as he forced his way into her mouth. Her wet mouth was cooling his overheated dickhead. He pushed further, and then further filling her mouth with his hard meat. Fearful she began to tear never having a man's cock in her mouth before. Her jaw was stretched wide, but he began to feel her tongue massage the underside of his shaft. "Ah, you're unbelievable." She relaxed as he moved back only to gag as he shoved his thick cock in again. He moved at a fast pace fucking her mouth enjoying the streaming salvia exiting her tiny mouth, dripping off his shaft. She finally had enough and grabbed his ball-sack hard, "AHH, FUCK," forcing him to grimace in pain and retreat. "You fucking asshole Robert!" Her eyes continued to tear as she yelled at him throwing the bottle of oil hitting him. She stood to leave. "I'm sorry. That was stupid of me; I should have stopped when you told me to." He was in a complete panic. "I am a fucking asshole; I watch way too much porn and just assumed that's what you wanted." "I'm going to tell your sister," she moved forward, but he blocked her path. "Please? Alana, calm down, just hear me out." She decided to do as requested and sat back in the chair. "Fine. I told you I've never done this before; you scared the shit out of me." "I'm sorry. I never meant to scare you. I know this will sound stupid, but I really like you. I've never met a girl... a woman, like you." 'We've known each other as adults for like five minutes." She said intensely, and with obvious disbelief. The 'woman' comment softened her anger though. "I know, but you're so open and free. That kind of scares me, but I like it. .I'm not making any sense am I?" She didn't answer as he got on his knees, "Please Alana forgive me. I was a total idiot." She continued to stare at him surprised she was enjoying his groveling. She got off on having power over him. He seemed sincere and truly sorry about his actions. "I must be the dumbest girl on the planet. You have an odd effect on me, and for some reason I enjoy it." "Ok you're kinky then," he grinned as he finished. She laughed at his comment. He moved close to her sliding his hands onto her well toned thighs. She watched him cautiously, as he moved in close to her between her legs, but grinning herself. "You're still a fucking asshole." "So true, so God damn true," he whispered. "Rob," she whined, "I would have sucked your dick if you had just asked me to." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. She was a sure thing and he managed to screw that up. "Can I ask you something?" She rolled her eyes with mild disgust. "Let me guess. You want me to suck your dick?" He did so want that, but had already decided against it. "No. I want to kiss you. I wanted to the second I saw you." Alana studied him for a moment and then removed his glasses placing them on the desk behind her. "I'd like a kiss." He wasted no time moving in and applying his lips to her pink glossy mouth. He was gentle with his massage eventually opening his mouth, and she followed his lead. Alana placed her hands on his face and slipped her tongue in his mouth. He was caught by surprise opening his eyes for a second and gripping her thighs. They continued on for almost a full minute. "Oh wow, you're good at this Lana." She rubbed his bottom lip with her thumb. "Thank you. It does help to have a partner that knows what he's doing." He stood putting his hand out for her to take. She stood taking his hand and laughed. "You look ridiculous with your pants around your ankles." "I know so don't look," he quickly pulled them up and over his now limp dick. "So what now Rob?" He led her to his bed where he jumped on. "C'mon." "I shouldn't; I mean I can't stay long. Your sister and Courtney are probably wondering where I am." "Please? Just some harmless fooling around." He quickly took off his t-shirt revealing more of his muscular physic. She bit into her lower lip so tempted as she looked over his very healthy body. "Ok," she jumped on the bed where he quickly rolled on top of her. Excitedly they stared into each others eyes. She felt compelled to tell him,. "I had such a crush on you." With some disappointment she continued, "But you never noticed me." "I'm sorry..." She stopped him, placing a finger on his lips. "It's ok. Why would you?" "Hey, hey don't put yourself down. I think you're beautiful." He moved close and kissed her, soon slipping his tongue in to meet hers. He started moving his hand over a breast gently squeezing it. He removed the tight bright yellow bikini top exposing her luscious mounds of flesh. He was in awe looking them over with her large dark areolas and hard nipples. "Jesus Alana you're huge." "Is that a problem?" He laughed, "God no. You're gorgeous." He put a hand on a breast and caressed her, squeezing, lifting while she closed her eyes enjoying his touch. He was delighted with their soft texture, and firm feel. He admired their almost perfect roundness, and wonderful caramel coloring, glistening with oil. It was clear she sunbathed without a top often. They were simply perfect, almost too perfect, he suspected, and now wondered if they were fake. It seemed all the girls he had seen coming home where big busted. Honestly he didn't care since they looked magnificent and felt wonderful. Robert soon had his lips on her soft sweet flesh ready to consume every inch of her. He caressed her breast with his lips, tongue, and hands often burying his face in her chest. She enjoyed every second of it dragging her short red nails through his hair. In his bliss he whispered in her ear, "Please let me inside you?" Her eyes opened considering his request as he mauled her neck with kisses. "No Robert." A bit surprised he stopped to look at her "No?" She shook her head indicating no. "I don't really even know you, and you probably think I'm a slut." "No, no, not at all. Wild maybe." He began kissing her breasts again gently biting a nipple. "I'd be willing to finish you off though." That got his attention and he looked up at her. "Yeah?" "Yeah. Move," she pushed him then encouraged him to lie on his back with his sand colored boots on the ground. She hovered over him placing her hands on his face caressing his skin. She lowered her head to kiss him taking her time. Climbing over his head and shoulders moving towards his crotch she dragged her heavy breasts down his chest then his stomach. "Oh that's nice Alana," he exhaled with pleasure. She giggled, "I haven't even started." Robert placed his hands on her shorts exploring her ass and thighs that surrounded his head. "This is interesting; I've never tried a 69 position before. I say we get your shorts of because I'd love to slip my tongue inside you." Welcome Home Ch. 01 She laughed again as she massaged his crotch with her hands on his jeans. "Maybe next time. I don't have much time. Do you think you will cum quickly? Your sister and Courtney must be wondering where the hell I am." She could feel he was already becoming stiff. "Cum quickly? I guess that depends on you." She got comfortable resting on top of him and unbuttoned his pants. It felt wonderful he thought sensing both her hands sliding down his body inside his jeans and boxers. Gently she caressed his hardening penis as well as his large balls. "Oh yes," he quietly moaned and continued to feel out her ass and thighs. Soon Alana pushed his pants and underwear down towards his knees. She watched his half erect cock struggle to stay up. She stroked his balls forcing his dick to grow. It was strange to watch she thought, disgusted and fascinated as it twitched up. Once Robert was fully erect she drizzled oil up and down the thick shaft. Alana used a lot of the greasy liquid, more than enough, practically bathing his rod in it. She rubbed it in as she intensely inspected every inch of it, noting its purplish color, and each bulging vein. She made sure plenty of oil was rubbed into his tightening ball sack. Gently she worked each nut wondering how much cum they would produce in a few minutes. "Are you ready Robert?" "Oh God yes Lana," he answered with difficulty. She supported herself with one arm while wrapping her slender fingers around his hard meat. Griping tightly she observed the big greasy head expand, "Wow." Starting slow she stroked from tip to base. "Oh yes... yes, Alana," he moaned while wrapping his arms around her tight waist. Picking up speed she began working the rod with some aggression. It wasn't long before she was stroking him as fast as she could making sloppy smacking noises. It was taking longer than expected so every so often she used her tongue with a swirl action to wipe the head clean tasting his precum. "Emm you taste good Rob." He tried to respond, but could only grunt as his body bucked with insane intensity. Alana had to laugh hearing him whimper as he violently bucked, lifting his ass off the bed at times. "Alana," her friend Courtney asked as she searched through the kitchen. Alana perspiring, almost sweating now, felt the burn in her arm muscles, and became impatient. She began just working the head at a very rapid pace occasionally making a full length stroke gripping very hard. She quietly laughed wondering why this wasn't somewhat painful as rough as she was handling him. He just continued with passionate grunts, and occasional praise of her while squeezing her waist tightly. "Alana where are you, you little bitch," Courtney wondered out loud. She continued down the hall moving towards the bathroom. She suddenly stopped, thinking she heard a noise behind another door. Listening carefully she realized she had heard something. Cautiously the curvy blond turned the door knob. She heard an odd smacking noise as she slowly pushed the door open. Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped at the scene. She was stunned and froze watching her friend laying on top of some guy, assaulting his oil drenched monster cock with her hand. She felt ill for just a moment looking over the glistening hard piece of meat with the large greased cum brewing balls. "Oh God Alana, I'm... I'm, so close," he yelled out. "Don't stop." 'Holy shit it's Brenda's older brother Robert' she said to herself. She blinked a few times in disbelief at the site. Alana was happy to hear he was finally ready to climax. She stroked even harder as he bucked widely. "All most there Rob," she said while breathing heavy herself. Courtney knew she should leave, but her body simply refused to move. She was nervous, excited, even fearful as she heard Robert bellow again. Watching his muscular legs lift his body up and hold as his ball sack clearly tightened. Suddenly a ropy string of pearl like cum shot from his straining cock. It traveled high tagging Alana's chin, cheek, and lower lip. Courtney was amazed that her friend wasn't distracted by the hot love cream in anyway. She just continued roughly working his still rigid member, now with full length strokes, pulling and stretching him ruthlessly. Alana did lick her lower lip getting a full taste of his hot semen. He yelled out again almost crying with pleasure followed by another ropy shot exploding. The fiery hot cum came back down splattering on the already cum covered head and Alana's thoroughly painted hand. "Oh wow this is a lot," she muttered. Courtney couldn't believe how turned-on she was perspiring herself with a rapid heart beat, and butterflies popping off like popcorn in her stomach. She was thrilled when she heard Robert yell out again, quickly followed by him lifting his body, holding, and watched his fatiguing barrel fire off another large cum round. The white sticky liquid landed on Alana's neck then trickled down a breast. Robert could finally rest his exhausted body as Alana continued slowly stroking his weakening cock, milking it for every drop. She slowed her rhythm watching him weaken in her greased hand, but continued to lovingly work him. She licked the tip getting another taste of his seed then rubbed in further his semen into his softening shaft and relaxing balls. Alana smiled, even laughed to herself, very happy with her first hand-job being a success, a hand-job done well. "Welcome home Rob." She stretched her cramped neck and was shocked to see her friend staring at her.. She had no idea what to say, but spoke anyway, "Hi Court." Welcome Home Ch. 01 I bet this is how June Cleaver welcomed home Ward before the kids came along. I get home work and hang my messenger bag on the wall. I undo my tie and take off my suit coat and toss them on a chair. "Honey, I'm home!" I call into the apartment. I go into the kitchen to grab an ice tea. "Hey there big guy," I hear you say behind me. I nearly drop the glass when I see you. You are wearing a black lace bra and thong set with matching stockings and garter belt. I stand dumbfounded as you walk over to me. You take the glass out of my hand and take a sip, peering over the rim of the glass. You hand it back to me and I take a gulp to try to get rid of my dry mouth. I put down the glass and you grab my head to kiss me. My hands slide over your back, feeling your soft skin. They slip down to rub your tight ass. Your hands slide up my chest to undo my dress shirt. You pull away from me to kiss down my neck. You unstuck my shirt so I can slide it off. You kiss down to my right nipple as your right hand drags over my chest. I feel all the blood of my body rush my to my cock as you lightly bite my right nipple. Your hands move to unbuckle my pants so you can reach in and rub my hard dick. You kneel in front of me and pull my pants and my boxer briefs. You take my cock in your right hand and stroke me as your tongue licks off the pre-cum from my bulbous head. I look into your eyes as you open your mouth to take me in. I feel your tongue run along my vein as you bounce your head on my dick. I run my hands through your hair so I can see your lips sliding along my rod. You slip back and let my cock pop out of your mouth. You continue to jerk my cock as you lick down to my ball-sac. You flick the tip of your tongue at my nuts, and then take them into your mouth to teabag me. I grab onto the countertop to stop from shooting too early. I feel you juggle my balls with your tongue. You pull away and let my balls slide out of your mouth. You fondle my balls in your left hand as you stroke my dick, rubbing your thumb over the head. You lick your left forefinger and slide it up to rim my ass. My body jumps as you enter your finger to the first knuckle. You take me back into your mouth and suck my cock. I feel your teeth run along my length on every upstroke. My body shudders as my dick throbs in your mouth. I grip onto the counter as my load of cum fires down your hot throat. You look up at me as you lick up all the jizz. You stand up and kiss me. I can taste my cum on your tongue and pull you closer. I feel you heart beat through your chest as our bodies rub together. My right hand runs down to feel the wet-spot on your panties. I pull the panties to the side to insert a finger into you. I break the kiss when I feel stubble instead of your usually clean shaven mound. "Did you leave that for me?" I ask with a glint in my eye. "Of course baby, I know how much you enjoy shaving my pussy," you say with a wink. You take me by the hand and pull me to the bathroom. You set out a nice fluffy towel and my shaving cream and razor. I kiss you and let my hands slide to your ass. You put your panties on over the garter belt so you can keep your stockings on. I ease the thong down and you step out of them. I bring the panties to my face to inhale your sweet scent. I lift you onto the counter and turn on the hot water. You squirm on the counter in anticipation. I turn off the water and wet my right hand. I wet your pubic area sending a shiver up your spine. I spray the cream into my hand and rub it over your pussy. You take off your bra so you tug on your herd nipples. I wet the razor and run it down to reveal bald skin. You play with your nipples as your pussy gets wetter. I run the blade over another spot and more smooth skin is seen. I lean in to kiss you and your hands play with my hard nipples. I pull away so I can finish my job. I slide my left hand up your right leg to get you to spread wider. The razor runs down by your lips. I see your clit emerge from its hood, letting me know how turned on you are. I finish shaving your pussy, seeing it glisten with juice. Before I am done I get you to stand up and bend over to I can shave around your ass. I look into the mirror and see how aroused you are. You hold onto the counter so you won't pass out. I run the razor around your asshole making it completely smooth. I rinse of the blade and rinse my hands. I rinse the last of the cream away from your cunt. My finger run along your moist lips making you breathe harder. I dip my middle finger into you as I look at you in the mirror. You push back onto my finger wanting more. I get 2 fingers pumping into you as I kiss down your back. I kneel down behind you and kiss to your ass. I pull my finger out of you and turn you around. I look up at you and see you fondling your tits, pulling on your stiff nipples. I slip my 2 fingers back into you as I kiss up to your wet lips. My tongue slips out to drag up your lips, getting my first taste of your sweetness. My fingers ram up your twat as my tongue moves up to swirl around your clit. Your hips thrust forward to keep my tongue on your clit. I take your clit into my mouth and suckle on it. You put your left leg over my shoulder so I can get deeper into you. I pull my fingers out of you and replace them with my tongue. My right forefinger slips down to rim your ass as I delve my tongue into your wet twat. My finger slips into you up to the first knuckle. I feel your pussy start to quiver and then clamp onto my tongue as your orgasm washes over you. You scream out as my tongue is covered in your juices. I kiss up your body, letting my fingers slide up to tease your nipples. Our mouths come together to kiss and our tongues entwine. My hands run down your arms to mesh our fingers. We continue to kiss as we move into the bedroom. You push me onto the bed and crawl over me. You take my cock in your hand and stroke me back to full hardness. You rub the head of my cock along your slit. You ease down, moaning as my dick fills your pussy. You start to bounce on top of me, sliding your wet cunt over my length. You lean forward and tease you're my mouth with your breasts. I grab your left tit in my right hand and suck hard on the nipple. You grind down on me as I thrust up into you. I smack your ass with my left hand as our bodies work as one. You pull away from my mouth and run your nails down my chest as you ride out a mini orgasm. You ease off my cock and get onto your hands and knees, wiggling your ass. You look over your shoulder and wink at me. I get up behind you and re-enter your cunt. I grab onto your hips and pull you back onto my rod. I look forward and see you in the mirror over your vanity. Our eyes meet and the lustful look in your eyes turns me on more. "Fuck me in my ass, not my pussy, baby!" you say with a growl in your voice. I reach into the bedside table and grab your lube. I squirt some into my hand and rub it over your sphincter. I place my cock-head up to your ass and slip it in. Your eyes roll up as I slowly slide my cock into you. I gently rock back and forth into you until your ass is ready for all my dick. I hear a buzzing sound then feel the sensation from the vibrator on your clit. My balls slap against you as I pound your ass. You moan loudly as your ass grips my cock. You start to thrash under as another orgasm builds in you. I want to look into your eyes when I cum so I pull out. You roll onto your back and spread your legs. I slide my dick back into you and push hard until I'm all the way in. You dig your nails into my back as I plunge my cock into your moist twat. Our eyes meet as you wrap your legs around my back. My hands run up your arms and our fingers slip together. I rub onto your clit on every down stroke bringing you closer to cumming. You brace you body for your orgasm as your pussy milks my dick. Our bodies melt into each other as our orgasms hit us simultaneously. I squirt my load of cum into your pussy as your wetness covers my cock. You push me onto my back and kiss me as our bodies are spent. You slide off and giggle as you bite your bottom lip. "Welcome home dear." Welcome Home Ch. 01 You return home, a bit tired and a little sore from the stress and worry of work and public life. I'm there, smiling and greeting you at the door, holding you close, kissing you softly... You sit down in the kitchen, and I rub your shoulders a little, my hands strong from the years I twisted so much metal into craft or art, massaging the stress out of your back and neck. You're tenser than usual, making me worry a bit about your day, but at the same time it means you might be more receptive to the surprise I have in store for you... Your sighs of approval make my skin tingle with affection as my fingers alternatingly knead firmly and caress gently. My thoughts go to a little something I've prepared for you to eat, more a snack than a dinner really. As I go to get it out for you, I look back at your lithe, relaxed body sinking in the chair almost as though you were asleep, a lovely smile on your face as you watch me get out a small plate of strawberries, cherries and whipped cream, my sweet treat for a sweeter woman in need of relaxation, and a not-so-subtle sign of what I was planning... Sitting close next to you, adjusting my chair so I'm not even an arm's reach away, facing you, our thighs touching, I "help" you eat, that is, I slowly dip each morsel in the whipped cream and put it to your lips, some of the cream and juice clinging to your lovely lips and chin. Once you've nibbled your way through each treat, I kiss you softly on your lips and neck, licking up the sweet syrup left there by your dessert-first, my tongue slowly advancing up your throat to collect every drop. You do the same to me, of course, each touch a caress from an angel, each lick making my heart thump a little harder; while I do adore sweets, and all the sweeter these were for being graciously fed to me like this, what I really hunger for is the delicious woman whose eyes I was getting lost in... Standing up and moving behind you, I kiss your shoulders and neck, soft moans of encouragement beautiful music to my ears, turning into a lovelier melody when I get the silk scarf out of my pocket and glide it over your face, the cool, smooth fabric caressing your cheeks and lips before I softly tie it to blindfold you. Taking your hand, kissing it as you stand, I gently take your waist and walk you to the bedroom, where the scents and warmth of lavender and jasmine candles embrace you softly. Another sweet sigh of contentment escapes your lips as I kiss your neck, lightly caressing its sensitive skin with my teeth as I move to undo your clothes, your blouse falling off your fit shoulders to rest on the floor around your feet. I tug at your bra straps with my teeth, pulling them away from you a little, playfully letting them snap back as my hands explore your sides, pushing your bottoms off as you helpfully and oh-so-gracefully kick away your pants and panties. Your bra is off soon after, leaving your breasts gloriously free in the flickering candlelight. Gliding my fingers from your shoulders down, passing around your sensitive spots for now, I take off your shoes and roll off your socks, kissing my way back up your legs, up your tummy and chest (not touching your wonderfully sensitive nipples yet, but breathing hot and close over them) and finally kissing you deeply... I can only imagine what you'd be feeling, what you'd be thinking, as I gently take your arms and put on the padded leather cuffs we picked out, tying your wrists to the ceiling, slack enough so I can have unobstructed access to your darling neck. Another deep kiss now, passionately but softly nibbling at your lower lip before I put the collar on you, the one you chose to be our symbol of your "slavery" to my, –our– pleasure. You're glowing with happiness as I fit it, and I swell with the same feeling, rushing feelings of belonging and contentment and manliness and... not satisfaction, not yet, that won't be for quite a while, and you'll do quite a bit of squirming before I feel satisfied tonight... I love it when you surrender yourself to me like this, knowing you trust me so, that you'd let me tie you for the sake of controlling the pace of our coupling. I love the feeling just for itself, but knowing, seeing, feeling that you enjoy it just as much makes me forget all the other pains of the world. Pleasuring you but leaving you empty, teasing you, watching and hearing your frustration peak before you finally beg for more, before I finally send you over the deep end of both your pleasure and mine by taking you. It's hard to tell which part is more selfish of me to do: teasing you so I might enjoy your squirming or pounding into you like a fuck doll like you beg for... but you would never let anyone say I was being selfish, and I don't really believe I am either. "You can always say no, dear, my beautiful 'slave,'" I whisper into your ear... not that I really needed to. I love it, the trust we share, that you'll do "anything" I ask... of course, I won't ask it if I think you'd refuse, even as we explore each other's limits and find new paths to explore. You have the same power over me, really, even if you don't use it as often. Sometimes it's hard for me to tell who is slave to whom, since I can never muster any resistance to your desires when you smile and cast your bewitching puppy eyes at me. Of course, I always "punish" you for it afterwards, just like I'll be "punishing" you soon. It's not something that everyone understands, but they don't matter, it's just you and me and... ...And my little fan paintbrush, caressing your cheeks with its long, soft hairs before moving down your neck, over your chest... glancing it over your skin as I flick it here and there, the outer curve of your breasts, tickling your ribs, teasing your inner thighs, holding your waist to control your squirming as I play over the skin just around your sex... A whisper in your ear, "do you like it, my angel? Does it frustrate you, make you wet and wanting?" I nibble your earlobe, then whisper again in your other ear, "I've only just gotten started..." You give out a low moan, the pleasure "slave's" moan of adoration mixed with anticipation, as I flick the hairs over the uppermost folds of your sex, barely making contact with your clit. The sweat on your skin, your body trying to cool the heat of your passionate desire, makes you shine so beautifully in the candlelight, like an angel from a dream. All your muscles relaxed but all your nerves standing on end, here in this room decorated to pleasure every part of your being, you are the sexiest woman to ever live. I hold the brush delicately over your luscious, sensitive breasts now, letting it only just touch your nipples, even as you squirm to push them forward. It's difficult to maintain this evil level of stimulation, but I keep on teasing you like this for a while, nibbling your ears and neck as I barely flick the brush over one nipple, then the other. Your lovely moans are becoming more insistent, but I keep the pace of your pleasure tortuously slow, enjoying your delicious frustration... I whisper in your ear now, "You know I would never hurt you, so there's no need to be afraid. You see, I have a surprise for you, my darling..." I adjust the blindfold to make sure it's properly covering your eyes, and then step behind you, resting my hands on the lovely curves of your hips. I can feel your anticipation building, along with a bit of nervousness. I myself am a bit nervous, not being totally sure whether this will work well, but all those fears are dashed when the surprise kisses you with soft lips... Soft woman's lips, you realize, as the kiss becomes more insistent, more passionate, the mystery woman's hands now caressing your back and pulling you into her, your sensitive, engorged nipples filling with pleasure from rubbing up against feminine skin as the smell of leather wafts to your nose. Still not sure whether I'd gone too far, I whisper again in your ear, "It's all right darling, I trust her, so please enjoy." I guess that was all it took, as you started to kiss back, your tongue exchanging passions with this sensuous mystery woman I've brought to you. Your enthusiasm makes her moan approvingly as she separates from your lips to nibble your neck. I watch entranced by the entangling feminine passions before me, your head leaning back to give your new lover full access to your sweet neck. It would be so amazing to be able to know what you were thinking right now... perhaps you believe you're in heaven? Your mystery angel kisses down your jaw to your neck, softly putting her teeth to your skin, a sharp "ahhh!" of delight escaping your lips... She pulls away, her hands on your shoulders, and I pull the blindfold off of you, letting you see the pretty woman before you. She's wearing a leather corset, polished to a high sheen, its demi-cups pushing her breasts up proudly, and nothing else. The "outfit" gives her the look of a bondage queen, but the serenely gentle smile on her face tells a different story, that she is someone who is at least as sweet as she is sharp. I see you looking her up and down, your eyes pausing at her trimmed sex, her erect nipples, and her deep affectionate eyes, your gaze drinking in the lady I've brought you for our pleasure. I walk over and kiss her on the cheek, before introducing her. "This is Jennifer, a friend of mine, and she'll be helping me punish you tonight for being such a naughty girl." I can't help but notice your excitement, the light in your eyes, the sweat of your body, the hardness of your nipples, and the juices from your pussy – all your body is an erogenous zone now, you shiver slightly even if I merely touch your arm... Jennifer glides gracefully around behind you, tracing your spine with a finger, your body quivering at her every glancing touch. "I've heard so many good things about you, like how much you adore being a love slave," she says softly, the last phrase eliciting a moan from deep in your throat, and from even deeper in your soul. "Will you be a good little bondage pet and be my sexy slave too tonight? I promise I'll be just a little bit wicked..." "Oh God, fuck! Yes, yes, YES!" The reply was instant, instinctive, requiring no thought at all. The atmosphere was so perfect that she hadn't really needed to ask, you had agreed the moment her lips touched yours. I'd known for a long time how you fantasized about being with another woman, and about threesomes and such, and now here I had found someone I was sure I could trust, someone affectionate, who would genuinely appreciate you, and would give you the respect you deserved even as she "abused" you. And, as Jennifer's own turgid nipples and soaked pussy evidenced, she enjoys you just as much as you were enjoying her. We untie your cuffs from the ceiling, and Jennifer gently brings your wrists together behind your back and secures them there with their quick-release clips. I whisper in your ear, "You're so fantastic, my darling," and kiss you deeply as Jennifer moves to the bed. Lying back and crossing her legs like a pose from Playboy, she beckons to you with a sensuous finger: "If you can pleasure me, I'll pleasure you, but first, come here and let's get to know each other, sweetie." To be continued... Welcome Home Ch. 01 It was a beautiful, warm mid-September day. Carli was happily off from work keeping busy around the house. The day was hers and hers alone. Her husband was at work, her daughter was at school. Her country playlist was blasting on the stereo when she heard her black lab, Jacoby barking furiously at the gate. Curious to see who was out there, she peeked out her kitchen window. A familiar green Jeep was parked in her driveway. Her heart started hammering in her chest. CJ was home from boot camp! She hadn't seen him in almost four months. They had stayed in touch by letter, bantering and flirting like they did when he was home. Their letters were written cryptically, with numbers and inside jokes only they understood. They had secretly been in love for over a year, both married to others, but still unable to break the hold they had on each other. Even being apart for so long hadn't changed things. She was as much in love with him as she'd always been...maybe even more so. Carli ran outside to quiet the dog and let CJ into the yard. Her heart swelled at the sight of him. Their eyes locked as she watched him walk up the driveway. Any worries that she had had that he was going to be different after fourteen weeks of boot camp were erased when he smiled at her. He walked proudly, in his fatigues and black beret. He was tan and had lost at least twenty pounds since she had last seen him. He looked amazing. She let him in, trying her very best not to come completely unhinged. "Welcome home, Corporal." she said quietly, her eyes filling with happy tears. "Thank you. It's good to be back." he said, smiling. "Permission to hug within an inch of your life, sir?" she asked, smiling right back. CJ opened his arms wide. "Permission granted!" She threw herself into him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He embraced her, burrowing his face in her hair. They stood like that, not speaking. No words were needed. She broke the hug, tears freely falling now. "Come on, let's go inside before my nosy neighbors wonder why I'm hugging a handsome soldier!" she laughed through her tears. She saw a faint blush creep up on his cheeks at the compliment. They stepped into her kitchen and faced each other. He gently wiped her tears away with this thumbs. He stood there at attention, smiling down at her. "At ease. You're in my house now!" she said laughing, running the back of her hand down his jawline. His head dropped and he noticeably relaxed. His eyes were glowing when he smiled down at her. "So, didya miss me much?" he asked her playfully. "You? Oh please. I never even knew you were gone!" Carli said, giving him a gentle shove, grinning. He followed her into the living room. Putting his hand on her arm, he turned her to face him. "You're a lousy liar, you know that, right?" he said, raising her chin so she was looking into his eyes. Carli looked away, completely flustered. "Look at me Carli." She looked up at him, blushing deeply. His eyes penetrated hers. "Why are you blushing? What's up?" he asked. "I'm...confused. You're back. You're the same, but you're different. I can't put my finger on it. What happened to you while you were gone?" she cocked her head, looking at him questioningly. "Boot camp opened my eyes, made me take stock in my life. We have to make the best of the time we have." he said. "But..." she said in vain. He looked down at her. "Do you still love me Carli?" She nodded. "I'm sorry Carli, I couldn't hear you. Do you still love me?" he said softly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes." she whispered. "Yes what?" he asked. Carli saw where he was going. She stood taller, staring directly into his green eyes. "Yes sir." she said confidently. CJ walked around her. He placed his hands on her hips, pressing himself against her. He nuzzled her ear with his nose. "Do you still want me?" His husky whisper made the hair on her arms stand up. "Yes sir." she replied in a shaky voice. He lifted her hair, placing a gentle kiss at the base of her neck. She inhaled sharply at the softness of his kiss. He slowly walked around to face her again. "Take your shirt off." he commanded. She stared straight ahead, not moving. "What if I say no, sir?" she questioned, a hint of defiance in her voice. "Then you'll have to drop and give me twenty." he said, smirking. Carli stepped closer to him. "And that would be punishment for who sir?" She slowly began to unbutton his fatigues, her fingers brushing his chest. He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. His eyes were fixed straight ahead. She pushed his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor. She stepped back, checking him out, now in just his t-shirt and pants. He was still big, but he was rock hard. She couldn't get over he was the same guy who had left four months previously. "I'm not taking my shirt off sir." She stood as straight and tall as he was, meeting his gaze directly. "Then drop and give me twenty." he said, eyes blazing. He still had complete control. Carli got right in his face as she unbuckled his belt. "You sir may be 'Army strong', but you've never dealt with someone like me." she hissed. She popped the button on his pants. Running her hands down his muscular chest, then over his tight stomach, she "accidentally" brushed her hand across the bulge in his pants. He sucked his breath in slightly, but still showed no signs of breaking. Carli slowly pulled his t-shirt off, running her fingers up his sides as she did. She dropped to her knees, unzipping him at the same time. She pulled he pants down over his hips to his ankles. She untied his boots, allowing him to take them off and step out of his pants. CJ's cock was straining to be set free, but Carli took her sweet time. She ran her hands over his calves and up the back of his thighs. She gave his taut ass a gentle squeeze, gauging his reaction. His eyes were still locked, but he was breathing much harder. She pulled his boxer briefs down and off, casting them to the side. CJ was standing stark naked in her living room. Cali stood toe to toe with him, smirking. "How is it sir you have no clothes on and I do?" She lightly flicked his right nipple with the tip of her tongue. His eyes flickered slightly. She had him right where she wanted him. "You think you're so tough. Months ago, you told me you had no weaknesses. That's a lie." she said. His eyebrows raised slightly. Carli got right in his face, nose to nose. "You have one." "Which is?" he said softly. "Me." she whispered in his ear, nipping his earlobe. "You've wanted to fuck me for months, haven't you?" she growled. His breath quickened, but he didn't answer. "I asked you a question, sir!" she barked. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" "Yes ma'am." he said through gritted teeth. She walked behind him, running her hands down his back, cupping his ass cheeks. She bent down until she was eye level with his waist. She ran her tongue up his spine to the base of his neck. His body quivered at her touch. "Listen to what's playing on my iPod." she whispered, facing him. His eyes softened and he smiled slightly. "When we're apart, you're in my heart, 'cause our souls are connected." she sang to him quietly. "And when the distance between us grows, everybody knows, we're not affected." he sang back in a whisper. Carli took his hand. "Follow me." She led him down the hall to her bedroom. Welcome Home Ch. 01 It was the middle of September when Lauren Blanco's plane touched down in her hometown. She had been gone for 3 years, but to her it felt like just an instant. She looked out onto the tarmac of the familiar Midway International Airport in Chicago, sighed heavily, and thought to herself, "This is it. You're home. No chance to run now." She smiled politely as the middle-aged man next to her grumbled something incomprehensible. He had been complaining about the flight to no one in particular the whole time they were in the air. "Some people are unsatisfiable," she thought as she feigned empathy for the man, failing to see the irony in her thoughts. Lauren left her home in search of something that didn't exist, a perfect life. At least she wrapped up her Bachelor's degree while living South; something no one else in her immediate family can claim. As the plane cleared out, she dug for her sweater at the bottom of her bag. She laughed to herself at the thought of wearing a sweater in September, having become so acclimated to the heat of Texas. Just a few years ago she wouldn't dream of pulling out the warm clothes until it got below 55 degrees. How was she going to handle the rink after all this time, she wondered. Time will tell, time will tell. She repeated that phrase to herself over and over again for as long as she could remember. It helped soothe her anxiety somewhat when she was reminded that things have a way of working themselves out. As she grabbed her bag from the overhead bin, her stomach did flips. Trent, she remembered. She was supposed to meet Trent, her old teammate and coworker at the rink, tonight. Oh why did she promise that? She had just two hours to settle into her hotel room and then meet him at her favorite hot dog place in River North. Fuck. The city was just as she remembered it. The ambiance was exactly the same, even if they have developed all her old stomping grounds into unrecognizable shells of their former selves. Lauren looked at her watch as she transferred from the Orange Line to the Red. "An hour and fifteen minutes, fuck," she whispered out loud. She was un-showered, exhausted, and she wouldn't be able to really settle in for a long while. Why did Trent have to be so subtly irresistible? "No biggie if you can't meet up tomorrow," Lauren remembered him saying, "but I will be in Toronto for a couple of weeks so it's either then or you'll have to wait..." He knew Lauren would never choose to wait. While Trent wasn't exactly immodest, he knew how to charm women... especially Lauren. They clicked so well, so many years ago, they both knew they would have a connection through anything. "Late for something?" quipped a young professional, standing next to Lauren on the train platform. At about 5'10", thin but not wiry, in a tailored gray suit, Lauren found him to be nonthreatening, but also not very interesting. He had a stock hair cut, a veneered smile, and probably worked at the Board of Trade at some soul sucking job that he figures earns him the affection of all women who are at a "7 or above". She knew the type, and they were a dime a dozen in Chicago. "Heh, no, just social obligations that never end," she replied, trying to be polite while absently looking at her phone. She wasn't in the mood to chat, and certainly not with this yuppie. He looked her up and down, obviously liking what he saw. Lauren was a petite girl, but had something very solid about her. At 5'3" and 120lbs, she wasn't very tall, but she stood up straight and had the body language of a very confident woman. Her shoulders were square and not slumped, her natural brown hair fell in waves around her shoulders and down her back, right around her bra strap. Her makeup was simple and brought out her big hazel eyes and naturally soft, plump lips. She looked put together, but effortless. "Well if you ever have room in that schedule, you should give me a call," said the stranger as he handed her his card. His gaze went from her eyes down to her body. Her curvy frame wore the light gray jersey knit dress well. It clung to the curves of her breasts, down to her stomach, hips, and thighs. There wasn't much skin showing, but there didn't have to be. The fabric left little to the imagination, despite her having a sweater on and the dress being down to her knees. The relative chill of the Chicago air, combined with her growing excitement of her date with Trent caused her nipples to harden and her face and lips were colored light pink from natural flush. Lauren smiled in her usual way, politely and tight lipped, and took his card. Jason Reinli, works at NYSE Euronext. Of course. She can read these guys from a mile away. Another day, another stock jock. She shoved the card into her pocket and let out a silent sigh of relief when he exited the train at the next station. After scrolling aimlessly up and down her smartphone menu screen, she finally decided to text Trent. She had let him message her three times before deciding what to say back. Trent 5:55pm: Welcome home, bby girl! Saw your plane landed, txt me Trent 6:21pm: See you at Portillo's at 8? Wanna get a drink or five after, meet up with the guys? Trent 6:58pm: Yes? No? Maybe so? It shouldn't be so hard to just act normal around someone you've known since you were 14, right? Their friendship started so easily, it flowed organically, never forced. Even when they didn't talk for a couple of years at a time, they simply picked up where they left off. Still, the thought of seeing Trent again gave her chills. She had her share of men while in Texas, but they didn't hold a candle to Trent, even though their relationship had always been, aside from one indescretion, platonic. It didn't matter, he was the person in which she compared all other men, whether it was conscious or not. As she hit the reply button on her phone her body became hot suddenly. She felt the heat rise from her stomach, up her through her chest, and finally settling on her face and neck. She wanted to take her sweater off, but didn't want to cause any unwanted attention as she already felt overwhelmed by a man who wasn't even standing near her. Lauren 7:03pm: Portillo's 8pm Yes. Drinks after? Maybe. The guys? Not so much. Dig? Not even a minute later, as she stared at her message, overanalyzing it, Trent wrote back: Trent 7:04pm: Purrfect. See you there, kitten. He always had these nicknames for her. She simply called him Trent, or when he was being particularly irritating, she'd call him "T-Bone". He hated that name. "Kitten," she whispered to herself. She bit her lip, still gazing at their simple exchange, thinking about how she'd love to let him make her purr. "Grand and State is next. Doors open on the right at Grand and State." As the familiar recording boomed, Lauren was snapped back into reality. Her stop was next and she needed to collect her things and her thoughts. Luckily her mother worked in the hotel business and secured her a lux room for the next month at a fancy downtown hotel, right off of the Red line. She was renting out her condo until the 1st of October, but she wanted to give herself some time to get the place cleaned up before she moved it, so a hotel it was. The hotel was less than a city block away, which was crucial in her time crunch. She checked in with ease, and as quickly as it began, she was being escorted up to her room by a particularly attractive bell boy. No older than 21, she presumed. She looked at his smooth, chiseled jaw and wondered if he could even grow in a full beard. His hair was blonde and downy, his eyes smoldering green. He was all professional in his gaze. Strict eye contact, and a far away look. She thought to herself that he must be really well trained, or just gay. Maybe she wasn't his type. Either way, she tipped him $10, he dropped the bags on her bed, and let her know his name was Gary and to ring him directly if she needed anything. As Gary left and the door clicked behind him, Lauren looked around, amazed. "Wow mom, a suite. Not just a suite, but THE suite. You sneaky woman..." Lauren requested the cheapest, easiest place to lay her head. She did pay a discounted rate, but how discounted? The room must have gone for $400 a night, easily. It was a one-bedroom suite, with a living room, a fire place, a jacuzzi tub right in the front room, floor to ceiling windows, high quality everything, and a room serivce menu that was probably way too expensive since it didn't have prices listed. "If you have to ask, you can't afford it," she reminded herself. Her phone vibrated on the dresser and she knew it was from Trent. Trent 7:35pm: On my way! I'll be wearing that sexy little outfit you like... Oh, Trent. He never failed at making her laugh. If only he knew that she found him sexy in anything. Even after the finished playing a game and he had that specific after-workout dude stench. It didn't stop her from wanting to nuzzle her face into his neck and reach down into his pants and... Fuck, Lauren, get it together. You have a half an hour to go... It was 8:25 by the time she even left the hotel. A quick shower, not even washing her hair, was all she could manage. She freshened her makeup, sprayed some perfume in the air and walked her naked, freshly cleaned body into the mist. She picked up the jersey dress before deciding to look a bit less casual. Trent was leaving for Toronto and she wanted to really leave a mark on him before he left. She opened up her suitcase and pulled out her new black and white dress. Sleeveless to show off her tattoos which she knew he liked. Tight over her breasts and waist to show her hourglass curves. Flowy and flirty over her hips to leave something to the imagination. Since the dress came to her knees and she was feeling a bit sexy anyway, she opted for a garter and stocking combo instead of her usual bare-legged look. It was going to get a little chilly as the sun was pretty much set by 8pm. She threw on a pair of flats for walking, and rushed out the door. This look would have to do. She smiled at Gary as she left the hotel. He smiled and nodded, but this time he took in all of her body. Lauren noticed this and it sent electricity through her entire body, settling between her legs. Between the excitement of being home, the adrenaline from seeing Trent after so long, and the flattery of being checked out by a guy she'd consider to be too attractive for her, she was overwhelmed. She had barely gotten past the front door of her hotel before she was blindsided by Trent Boyd, in the flesh. "Lauren!" he called out, as she stood like a deer in headlights. "Trent! Holy fuck! How..." Trent cut her off, "Your mom told me where you were staying and I thought I'd surprise you," he said with a smile. He explained that he got to the restaurant around 7:50 and knew she was going to take her sweet time getting over there, so he walked over to the hotel ten minutes ago. "That bitch," Lauren quipped. She was not prepared to be confronted with that smile so quickly. "Come here!" Trent said as his 6' frame grabbed her close to him and spun her around. "Careful, dude, I'm dressed like a lady! I don't want to flash everyone, there's kids around haha!" She was sure that she didn't, as one of his arms scooped her by the thighs, securing her dress to her body. He must have felt her underpinnings, though, and it made her blush. It was funny how she was never a very shy girl, but the simplest touch from him could send her into a shivering spiral of nervousness, even after all of these years. Trent laughed at the thought of Lauren dressed like a lady. The last time they saw each other she was 19, packing up a truck headed for Texas. She was in a pair of thrift store jeans, an old t-shirt from a team picnic, her hair in a pony tail, without a stitch of makeup. She may have even been wearing a pair of her little brother's shoes that he grew out of. Definitely beautiful, but nothing compared to how she looked this evening. He was glad he had opted for a clean outfit. Nothing too fancy, just a black fitted dress shirt untucked, and some dark wash jeans. He did make sure to comb his hair and put on a splash of aftershave. He laughed at himself for wanting to look nice for her. Trent figured that Lauren loved him like a brother and not much more, but that wasn't enough to keep him from trying to look good for her. Maybe this time things can be different. "You hungry?" Lauren asked, looking up at Trent. He shrugged as she told him she didn't have much of an appetite. She held back the reason for this sudden appetite loss: Trent looked HOT. He got a flattering haircut after growing his hair out long for so many years, it looked like he lost his baby-fat and put on a bit of muscle, and his too-tight dress shirt showed that off. She wondered if he wore that on purpose or if that is his sole "nice shirt" that he wears to weddings, funerals, and dates. Dates, she sighed. I wish this was a date, it's been so fucking long. Was that cologne she smelled? "Fuck it," she said, "let's go to this champagne bar and catch up. I missed you, T..." She grabbed his hand, nothing out of the ordinary, but this time she felt a static charge between them. She figured she was imagining it and shook the thought out of her head. They walked the block laughing and joking about how natural their friendship is, how they hadn't seen each other in years and before that they we pretty distant since Trent had a possessive girlfriend right before Lauren moved. He was only "allowed" to help during her move because he told him girlfriend at the time that he was "helping a former teammate move." Not totally a lie, but the girlfriend didn't know that there was ever a female in the league that was traditionally reserved for men. The bar was crowded but not too packed on a Thursday night. Trent whispered to the waitress before Lauren could order a glass, and feigned ignorance when Lauren complained that her order wasn't taken. "Eh, shitty service at $15 a glass is Chicago. Don't you remember this place?" Trent reminded her. "You're right! This was the spot where the waitress was drunk and ended up hitting on Tony the whole night! How awkward!" How could Lauren forget that this was the restaurant that fueled her breakup from her last real boyfriend. She had gone in with a fake ID that they never even checked until she was pulling a scantily clad blond waitress off of her boyfriend by the pony tail. Good riddance to the both of them, she thought. Their current waitress, however, turned out to be much more professional than the last girl. She brought out a bucket, two glasses, and a bottle of Laurent-Perrier cuvee Rose. Holy shit. It wasn't just the bottle of champagne that probably cost over $300, but that he remembered the type. Her body shivered and brought her back to her 18th birthday party. It was the 4th of July, and no one had shown up besides Trent and they drank this same exact bottle together as they got as close as they had ever been. Her face was burning. Did he remember? They both admit to the soft kiss they shared on top of her flat roof as the watched the fireworks. They both laughed it off afterwards when they were less drunk in the morning. She never brought up what happened after that: the deep, pining kiss they shared. The throb in his pants that she could feel as she pressed her body close to his. How he almost ripped the buttons off of her shirt as he tried to take it off, but she just flung it over her head and accidentally threw it off the building. Trent unhooking her bra with such ease. How she pulled away from him just enough to let her bra fall to the ground. The heat of that early July evening causing them to sweat more than usual. His lips closing in on her nipples as they hardened involuntarily in his mouth, her salty skin responding to his touch. She may have been piss drunk on champagne and apple schnapps, but she remembered the way he looked up at her with those big green eyes. She remembered pretending to be asleep that night as he softly curled her hair around his fingers, confessing his love for her, explaining why it could never be... Funny, she forgot the reasons why for these fleeting moments on her roof, and it took everything in her body to not beg him to reconsider at that moment as he held her "sleeping" body in his arms. They never spoke about anything more than the kiss, and both of them laughed it off. She was only 18, and barely. He was 22, fresh out of college. It would never work. "Are you okay, dude?" Trent asked Lauren while snapping his fingers next to her ear. She looked at the bottle of champagne, with an almost horrified look on her face. He was worried that he went too far with the bottle. He knew she liked Rose, and she liked the bubbly, so he went for it. He just got a huge promotion at work, hence his trip to Toronto, so he thought he'd splurge on his friend who just got into town... she didn't think she was going to have to pay for it, did she? "Yeah dude," she responded. He loved calling her dude and it cracked her up every time. She was far from a dude, but she supposed that she was just one of the guys now. "I'm fine. You're sneaky is all. So sneaky." Lauren held up her glass as he filled it, and with a smile and a wink she declared, "To us." "To us!" Trent excitedly replied, as they clinked glasses and took a sip. It was sweeter than he remembered. ...To Be Continued Welcome Home Ch. 01 This story involves two people who enjoy a DD/lg lifestyle. While she calls him Daddy, he is not her father but her Dom. * I was sitting at the airport waiting for her to arrive from a week in California with her parents. My heart began racing as the voice over the speakers announced that her plane had arrived and the passengers were disembarking. Thanks to the increased security I could not meet her at the gate but had to wait for her next to the luggage carousel. I saw her bag first, a large black duffel back that she had borrowed from me, now marked with a bright pink ribbon tied around the handles. My face broke out in a broad smile as I saw it, my heart lifting at the first sign of my wonderful girl in over a week. Reaching down I grabbed her bag, surprised by how light it was. It appeared to be just as full as when she had packed what I considered a month's worth of supplies, but was considerably lighter. Before I could open the bag to investigate the matter I saw a crowd of people begin to descend the escalators to the baggage area. My breath caught as I saw my first glimpse of her. Her hair tumbled in a long silky wave across her shoulders as she held her small carryon case in front of her. She was wearing a pale yellow sundress and heels that lifted her perfectly sculpted legs. Her head was turning, searching, and as I raised my hand her eyes landed on mine. The smile that crossed her beautiful face made my heart melt all over again, just like every time I saw her. She waved excitedly, seeming to bounce up and down in anticipation. "Welcome home Baby Girl," I mouthed silently, receiving a beaming smile in return. When she finally reached the bottom of the escalator she started running towards me as fast as she could in her heals. I barely had time to notice that her large perky breasts were bouncing around much more than usual under the dress when she leaped into my arms. I caught the love of my life and spun her around in a circle as her lips descended to mine and we kissed, both of us attempting to communicate just how much we missed the other through our touch and our kiss. As my hands slid down her back to better support her I cupped her ass through the short dress, feeling a very noticeable lack of panties under my fingers. And judging from the feeling of her body against my chest the bra was also missing. My cock lurched in my pants as I thought of the easy access I would have had were we on that plane together. As our lips finally parted and she allowed her wait to settle into my hands I saw a twinkle in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was feeling, or rather not feeling. My little minx had planned on it, I could tell. "Do you like my new dress Daddy?" She asked with a smile. I put her down to admire it, my eyes drawn to the impressive amount of cleavage shown off by the square neck and how the dress fell barely to the middle of her thigh. She spun to give me a better look, forcing a soft growl from my chest as the dress lifted high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her soft plump ass before it was again obscured by the thin fabric. Smiling wickedly up at me she leaned close, her hands exploring the front of my jeans, discovering just how much I liked her new dress, and how much I had missed her sexy little body. "I missed you so much Daddy," she said in a low, husky voice. "I missed your kisses, your touch, and your hands on my body, and I missed your big thick cock so much." Each word went straight to my shaft, swelling and thickening the already painfully hard lump in my jeans. "Please Daddy," she continued looking up at me sexily. "Don't make me wait anymore. I need you." "Be patient little one," I growled in her ear. "I have prepared a proper welcome home for you. I know how your body must be craving the touch of its master, but it must wait just a little longer." My words were met with a pout until I whispered softly, "But once we are in the car I will let you reacquaint yourself with your favorite toy." Her face lit up thinking of getting her hands and mouth back on my thick meaty shaft. Nodding she turned to walk towards the exit, forcing me to grab her bag and hurry to keep up. I chuckled as I caught her and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close. A soft whimper met my ears and I looked down to see her biting her lip. I could understand her reaction, the feel of her body against mine, under my fingers, was incredibly arousing after a week apart. I was hard pressed to keep from forcing her against the nearest wall and taking her right there in the public airport. Finally we reached the car and I opened her door for her. Wrapping her arms around my neck she pulled my face down for another long, deep kiss. "I am so ready for my Daddy to remind me whose I am," She said softly, "But I need to tell you my love, how much I missed you and how happy I am to be home again with you." Smiling I kissed her again, loving her more than ever. I squeezed her ass through the dress and replied, "Ditto love," As she slid into the passenger seat of the car she purposely allowed her legs to part, the dress sliding up enough for her sweet little slit to poke out. I groaned at the delicious sight of her pink, shaved pussy, already glistening with moisture. I licked my lips, forcing myself to close the door and circle the car to my side. I had no sooner sat down when she was leaning over, her fingers fumbling with my belt in her haste to get at the cock she could see pushing up the front of my jeans. I groaned seeing the insatiable need in her eyes as she finally succeeded in getting my belt off and my jeans open. Her hands fished inside and pulled out my throbbing member, already dripping a large drop of precum from the tip. I heard her whimper again as she found herself staring at the object of her desire and then her mouth opened and descended on me, fully engulfing the thick shaft as she hungrily sucked me deep into her mouth. As we exited the airport she pulled her dress down releasing her breasts which she eagerly began to squeeze and pull. I tried to hold back, wanting to wait until we got home to cum properly for her. But it had been too long and she was just too hungry for it. She used all of her tricks, massaging my balls and deep throating me over and over. I'd only made it a couple miles down the highway when I came with a roar, my cock pulsing as it exploded like a cannon, shooting blast after blast of cum straight up into her mouth. A shiver seemed to run through her as she milked my cock of every drop she could find and a strangled moan escaped around the thick shaft still buried inside her mouth. As I looked at her I could tell that a small orgasm and torn through her, leaving her breathless but far from done. If anything she appeared even hungrier than before. The insatiable minx had been awoken and she refused to back down until her need had been fulfilled. Her lips never left my cock as we finished the drive and by the time I pulled into our driveway I was once again fully hard and thick in her mouth. Reluctantly I pulled her from my lap and secured my throbbing shaft back in the confinement of my jeans. "Patience Baby Girl," I reminded her. "Come see what I have prepared for you." Carrying her bag I led her to the door and opened it. Suddenly she stopped and looked up at me with a big smile. "Wait," she said excitedly, "Before you show me what you have waiting for me I need to change. I got a couple of surprises for you." "Ok little one," I replied smiling at her enthusiasm. "You can change downstairs in my den. I'll be waiting upstairs in the bedroom. Take your time." Kissing her again I gave her ass as squeeze and guided her through the door. She took her bag from my hands and turned left down the hallway towards my den, while I found the stairs and climbed to the second floor and walked into our large master bedroom. It took her a good 20 minutes, but finally I heard her footsteps climbing the stairs. Hurrying into the hallway I stopped her before she could see the bedroom. She stood on the landing of the stairs smiling at me in the sexiest set of lingerie I'd ever seen. A deep blue demi-bra held up her breasts, displaying so much of her succulent flesh that her nipples were barely concealed behind a lace fringe along the top. Matching panties trimmed in white lace covered her mound and were contrasted by the white garter belt that she wore. Straps led from the belt to the white stockings that encased her legs from the middle of her thighs down. Incredibly high white heels completed the outfit and I stood there staring as she sexily made her way towards me, her hands roaming over her bare stomach and up across her breasts. Her eyes were locked on mine, watching me devour her with my hungry gaze. Now I knew why her bag was so much lighter. I could only imagine what other surprises she had in there for me. Finally I found my voice as I took her into my arms. At first I couldn't find the words to describe all of my feelings in that moment, my hunger for her, my love for her, my appreciation of her, everything I wanted to say. Finally I said one word that said it all. My voice was a deep hoarse growl as I managed to say, "MINE" ...to be continued Welcome Home Ch. 02 Her soft lips upon his felt so good. He moaned softly as she pressed deeper against him, resting between his legs after pleasuring him. Her bare form rubbed against his legs and chest as she leaned into him, her lips hungry against his own. He slid his hands down her arms, grasping her gently and pulling her closer. He stood up suddenly, sweeping her up into his arms as he rose from his seat. She smiled up at him and her arms wrapped around his neck as he carried her to his bed. He placed her gently on the rumpled surface of the soft comforter. He stood looking down at her as she lay on his bed. Her soft skin pale and translucent as she gazed up at him with jade green eyes. His only thought was getting close to her, to feel that skin against his skin, to look into those eyes with his eyes, to feel her responding to his every touch. She smiled up at him as he gazed at her and he noticed the hint of wickedness at the corners of her overripe lips. Suddenly she sank back into the nest of blankets and pillows and held out her arms to him. He sank down into her depths, his lips finding hers as bare skin slid across bare skin. His hands find hers and the fingers intertwine as he pushes them gently up over her head, spreading her out before him. A soft moan escapes her lips as she is stretched fully beneath him. Slowly his lips slide from hers and across her cheek, pausing to nibble and lick at her earlobe. His warm breathes trailing down across her neck to the delicate collarbone. His teeth scrape gently across the skin there. Her body squirms beneath him as his lips slowly start kissing the curve of her breast. The full mounds tremble with her movements, their rosy peaks perking as his soft kisses continue. She stiffens under him when his mouth covers one of the pulsing points and slowly sucks her into the warmth. His teeth scrape suggestively across the nub and he bites softly. Her back arches up against him as the sensations at her breast drive her desire higher and higher. He suckles at her breast for some minutes before licking a trail across her chest to her other rosy peak. His mouth covers the tip and he sucks it into his mouth. Her soft moan fills the room and entices him to move further down her body with his lips. His hands gently stroke the flat plain of her belly as his kisses barely brush across the vulnerable skin there. His tongue dips into her navel and he grins as she wiggles beneath him from the sensations created there. She reaches down and strokes her fingers through his hair as his mouth continues to nibble and kiss her belly and across her hips. Her breathing becomes more anxious as he pauses and gazes up at her face, his eyes searching hers before he lowers his mouth once more to her wanting body. The feel of his soft breath against her mound just before his lips press a soft kiss there cause her to writhe in pleasure. His hands strokes down the length of her thighs as he raises his mouth from her most intimate place. Slowly her legs fall open, revealing to his hungry eyes her moist pussy, the lips glistening with her juices. She closes her eyes as she feels his breath close again as he examines the delicate gift before him. The first touch of his tongue as it moves along her slit causes her to stiffen slightly before she moans and melts beneath the strokes. He can taste her desire with every stroke of his tongue and it causes him to want her more. He gathers the sweet honey on his tongue, delving deeper into her folds. She encourages him with her soft sighs and moans, her body moving against his mouth and tongue. As the tip of his tongue nudges the bud of her desire, he feels her fingers in his hair, clutching and stroking as she entices him onward. He sucks her clit into his mouth and gently rolls it with his tongue. Her hips arch up off the bed as she cries out. Release is imminent and the response drives him to continue. He lifts one hand and uses his thumb to rub slow circles around her sensitive clit as his tongue dives deep into the depths of her pussy. Her juices flow freely into his mouth, covering his lips and his tongue. The steady rhythm he finds soon results in her entire body trembling beneath him as she cries out again and explodes in her release. He gently licks her pussy clean of its juices before slowly pulling back and looking up into her eyes. She looks down at him, a soft giggle escaping her lips. His mouth, nose and chin are shiny with her juices and his grin spreads across his face. As he slowly slides his body back up to press against hers, she whispers in his ear what a lovely homecoming it was. His tender smile and sweet kiss promise her there is more to come. Welcome Home Ch. 02 Relaxing against the sofa he absorbed his surroundings with his remaining senses. Oddly enough, the mask was calming his mind. The faint strains of music that he can't quite make out are also soothing to his thoughts. Denying that one sense was bringing about a level of peace from his hectic day. The cool robe was a great relief to the hot, stuffy clothes of his work day. And some lotion that she had put on his feet that had them feeling tingly and refreshed was slowly working it's way up his legs. He could hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen and wonder what was in store. Taking another sip from the scotch glass he sighs truly relaxes against the cushions. Not really asleep and yet not truly awake he begins to become aware of a difference. As his mind returns to fully functioning he realizes not only is she back but she is on his lap. Her hot core is there, right above him. His prick can feel her wet, hot hole and pulses at the chance to get into her. He raises his hands to her waist. Her lush curves above and below his fingers twitch and bury themselves in the bunched fabric of her dress. As he moves to raise her so that he can complete their joining she places her hands on his arms. He feels her lips brushing the rim of his ear and then her hot breath as she says, "Patience my love." With a groan he lowers his arms to rest his hands lightly on her thighs. Suddenly her lips cover his own. Those sweet, full lips are pressing against his mouth. Her tongue lightly traces his outline and then her teeth gently nip at him. His hands bury themselves in her curls as he brings her head tighter against his own and their mouths open. Tip to tip their tongues meet. She slides hers into his mouth tracing the length of him, mimicking another exploration she loves to make. He tries to wrap hers in his and the duel ends with her gentle nip. He is disappointed that her mouth is gone. He misses her natural sweet taste, tonight with a mysterious touch of spice. Automatically his mouth drops open as he feels something press against his lips. Slowly the warm item is slipped between his lips and touches his tongue. Shrimp with the same spice. He bites the rubbery little nub and chews. His stomach sends it's approval through a very audible rumble. He senses her smile in the slight chuckle that emerges. Another shrimp is pressed to his mouth and he opens eagerly as his hunger fully takes hold. Finishing a fourth shrimp a glass is pressed to his lips. Some kind of fruity juice slides down his throat. The spice already coating his mouth is brought to new heights and seems to fill his mouth with colors. Then something tickles his lips. He opens and a long thin pasta is lowered in. Her finger lingers on his lower lip sliding its spicy slickness back and forth. The finger presses his chin up and closes his mouth. He chews the perfect buttery noodle and opens for more. She continues to offer bits of the shrimp and pasta. He laps at her fingers occasionally and notices that she has subtly shifted her hips. Barely focused on the food anymore all his senses have become totally absorbed by one motion. Her hips are moving. Slowly forward and back. His dick is nestled between her folds and he can just feel her nub as it rubs against the length of him. Forward….back. Food is slowly coming now but he couldn't care less. Forward…down…and back. The downward pressure brings her clit more tightly in contact with his hardness. Her motion continues and her feeding continues. He is no longer interested in the meal being offered by her fingers. He is listening intently to her breathing. Her shallow, rapid breathing. His hands seek her face. Her head is slightly back and her neck is arched the way he loves so he can kiss it all. Moving upwards more he finds her mouth slightly open. Her tongue darts out and licks his finger. Tries to tempt it into her mouth but he continues his foray. Her eyes are closed. He brings her head down to his mouth. The kiss is on the verge of being hard and instead seems insistent and needy. His hands slide down over her shoulders pushing aside straps and pulling down fabric. Her hips are driving him insane. She is really pressed down now and the sliding is getting faster and faster. The tip of his dick is barely reaching her hole and if he could just shift his hips down a little she'd bury him in her on the next back stroke. He slides down the couch and finds her hard nipples pressed against his lips. "Please," she begs. Without another thought he takes her nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue around and around he feels her press more firmly into his mouth. He nibbles and she moans. A shudder racks her body and the tempo of her sliding increases. Somehow she has shifted herself so that he is not sliding into her as he had hoped, but he entire pussy is still gliding along his length. "PLEASE," she asks again with more urgency. Her hands are pressing against the back of his head urging him onto her breast. He concedes and takes as much of her d-cup into his mouth as he can. Tonguing and sucking one his hand moves to the other and starts to pinch the nipple. Already fully erect it swells a little more and her breath hitches in her throat. He can sense her whole body is starting to tighten. He pinches and pulls her one nipple harder and harder as he sucks and starts to bite the breast in his mouth. He uses his other hand to support her back as it arches more and more. Her breathing is coming so fast now. No longer really sliding he feels her clit grinding against him. Harder and harder she thrust her hips…GOD what he wouldn't give to be buried inside her right now. Suddenly he feels liquid heat along his dick. Her whole body is rigidly locked in the throes of her orgasm. Her arms are locked around his head keeping his mouth tight against her breast. Her breathing has stopped and all he hears is her low "uh" and she comes over and over again. As her body relaxes again her lips seek his out. She places kisses all over his face and a deep one on his mouth. "Now it's time for my dinner," she whispers and climbs off him. More stiff than he has ever been all he wants is to take her right there and right now. And yet, the evening hasn't been a disappointment so far… End of part two. Welcome Home Ch. 02 You stand there in the shower hard, full of lust and desiring more. But you reluctantly step back and let the water run over you body, as you finish you beer and steamy shower. You step out and take a towel and dry off partly. You reach and grab another beer, crack it open and then pick up the black silk boxers, where you find another note. This one says. "I want you, I need you, I long for you, come find me." What you don't know is that my fingers have been buried in my tight wet pussy for the last fifteen minutes thinking about your thick, long, hard cock slamming into me. You think for a second pondering if you should even waste the time putting them on. Then you quickly step into them reach over and splash on some cologne. You then turn back around grab you beer and head out of the bathroom. The scent in the living room hits your nose again. It makes you long to be next to me. As you step out of the bathroom you see that the rose petals have thickened and notice that over on the floor of the living room floor is a bed. But not just any bed. It is wrapped in satin sheets and beside it lays all kinds of wonders. There are rose petals lying all over the room. And you like to center piece in the middle of the bed. There I lay. With my black garter belt on, thigh high stockings, black high heals and a very naughty bra. I slowly turn and crawl on my hands and knees to the end of the foam mattress. Then I sit up on my knees, and with one finger motion for you to come here. I can see you are full of desire. You slowly walk over to me, and I run my hands up your thighs. Starting on the outside till I get to your boxers. Where I let my hands slide inside them and caress your buttocks. I lay my head up against you hard thick throbbing cock. And then bring my hands back around your hips to the inside of your thighs. Where I caress the inside of your thighs with my hands and just let my thumbs run over you balls. You let out a small sigh. So then I lift my head back and kiss your cock through the silk boxers. I slowly reach up and you grab my hands and stand me up. You are so turned on by what I have on. You turn me around and pull me to you. You slowly run your hands around my stomach and then up to my breast and then up to my neck and through my hair. You start to move your hands down and kiss me on the neck and shoulders as your hands wander down to move over my butt and back of my thighs. You then slowly start to bend me over with your body as you move your hands to the front of my thighs. Then to the inside of my thighs to my hot wet pussy where you stick your fingers on my clit and rub them around. Then you stick your finger in my pussy. Just a couple of times to make sure the desire is mounting. Then you slowly stand up and with one hand rub my back and butt, while with the other hand you take your cock out of your silk boxers and rub it on my butt. "Oh my, you are so big and hard right now" You so want to stick your hot throbbing cock inside me. You slowly pull your hips back enough that you can feel your cock touch my wet hot pussy. You start to slide him in. as you slide my feet further apart. You moan with excitement and the feeling of my tight pussy around your cock. "Oh you feel so good. So big .. So deep .. So hard .." I think out loud to you. You start thrusting yourself in and out, faster and then slower. You can feel your self starting to climax. So you pull out and rub it on my butt. But we both desire to go further. So you reach around and start playing with my clit. You get me almost ready to cum when you stick you hard throbbing cock back in me. With a couple of thrust, that does it. It sends me over the end. I start to moan and get louder as the pleasure overwhelms me. You can't hold back so you grab my hips and thrust hard into me, in and out, in and out. "Oh my gosh". I yell, as your big cock drives into my womb. "Here it comes ... hold on ... YES!" "That is it!" "ummmm .. aahhhh .. " You finally release your load, but as you start to you pull it out and cum on my butt crack and back, I have a very deviant thought. It is such a turn on, to think about that hard cock trying to get in my ass. We both stand there for a minute, but we both know it is not over. There is more to come. So I walk over to grab a towel. Still in my sexy little outfit and you grab your beer and lay down on the bed. As I walk out of the bathroom. I smile and ask you if you're ready for round two. You just smile and wiggle your finger for me to come hither. ... ... to be continued... Welcome Home Ch. 02 Ch. 02: Baby Sister With closed eyes Robert didn't hear Alana acknowledge her friend's presences. Courtney searched for the right words for a response, but nothing came to mind. "Oh God Court you can't tell Brenda." Alana quickly jumped off of Robert, grabbing her yellow bikini top. Robert was confused by her panicked statement and struggled to sit up. Thinking he couldn't be more shocked this afternoon he spotted the hot blond gawking at him. Courtney was the other girl by the pool. How could he not of recognized her he wondered. He looked down at his crotch studying his waning cock covered in a slimy mess of oil and cum. "Hi Court," she asked her friend. "That's all you can say Alana?" "Not now damn it." Alana rushed by her friend trying to cover her breasts with her arms. "Are you fucking crazy," Courtney yelled at her friend who slammed the bathroom door behind her. She turned back to face Robert who was desperately trying to get his pants back on. More calmly now she said, "Well I see you haven't wasted anytime starting trouble." '"She wanted to..." "She's a kid you asshole." "Lana is no kid, no way," he declared. "You know what I mean." She looked him over with mild disgust. "No wonder Larissa dumped your ass." "Ok Courtney, why don't you tell me how you really feel?" He laid back down on his bed, but propped himself up by his elbows to observe the hot blond. She walked in glaring at him. "How could you make her do that to you?" "She offered; I accepted." "You're sick," she picked up his beer on the desk, and sipped. "I'm telling Brenda, maybe your mom too." "Are you ever going to forgive me?" She didn't answer immediately, studying him for a moment. "Probably not." "Listen if I wasn't dating Larissa then... I would have loved to spend that night with you." "You're not with her now," she said lovingly. Robert looked her up and down. He adored her hair, blond, wavy, and a lot of it. Her piercing blue eyes stared him down as he admired her cute face with perfect skin. Her breasts were actually a tad smaller than Alana's, but nice. They were trapped in her tight and white halter top. He looked over her hips somewhat covered by a semi see through mesh sarong. She'd always had nice thighs and hers fit her petite 5'2" frame nicely. She wasn't plump he thought, not even close, but definitely full figured. A lot of girl in a compact package, with a rather spicy attitude to go with it. He sighed, "True but I kind of like Alana." "Oh fuck you Robert; you wouldn't know a great thing if it walked up and kicked you in the balls." She stormed towards the door. "Hey, don't tell Bren about me and Alana." She stopped and turned to face him. With a glare she asked, "Why should I stay quiet? What do I get out of this?" "Um, how about 20 bucks?" "I have my own money," she countered. "Ok, how about I burn you some CD'S... DVD's?" "No." "Then what," he asked mildly annoyed now. She thought it over, but came up with nothing. "I'm not sure yet, but you so totally owe me." Courtney quickly left yelling down the hall for Alana to get out of the bathroom. Robert laughed to himself with some relief knowing she would keep her mouth shut. He hoped Alana would come back to say goodbye, or leave her cell number. He started to move feeling all the slime in his pants. "Shit, time to wash up." He looked out his window to see his sister in the pool. Just then Courtney and Alana walked out to the pool and got back to sunbathing. "Damn," he whispered with disappointment. He couldn't help thinking about the night his long friendship with Courtney ended He had known her ever since he could remember. She was his first kiss and he was her first kiss. That was so long ago in the small school library. He had taken her to a homecoming dance as well, but never really dated. It was a night Larissa had walked out of their apartment due to an intense argument. He was drunk, stoned, and lonely, and on the phone convinced Courtney to come over. It wasn't long before he had her shirt and bra off burying his face in those luscious tits. He even got her hand down his pants. He chuckled remembering the look on her face when she felt up his hardening cock. Shockingly she told him she had fantasized about him making love to her for months. Then he made her hate him, by suddenly becoming a gentleman. Robert realized he couldn't do this to Larissa, or Courtney. She left crying and feeling rejected. She never really talked to him after that. At least not civilly, and their friendship was over. He showered with cold water cleaning up the mess. He couldn't help thinking about Alana and her hand working his dick. "Oh boy is she good." He changed into a pair of long shorts, flip-flops, and sunglasses. He decided on no shirt figuring he would give the girls a thrill. Through the sliding glass door Robert studied the three young ladies. They seemed as happy as anyone could be, giggling, and splashing water. It was strange being back from the war. So peaceful here he thought, everything was so relaxed, and much more vibrant then he remembered. Especially the females. He ended his deep thinking, and sipped on his beer observing his sister, Brenda get out of the pool. His jaw dropped as he was awe struck with the obvious change in her figure. Joyce, his mother, had mentioned in a letter to him months ago that for Brenda's last birthday they agreed to get her breast implants. He laughed remembering when he first read that, but honestly was not surprised. His mother and father were more like friends, or pals, with their children than authority figures. Very progressive, into nature, balance, harmony, basically he felt they were full of shit. He loved the TV show South Park, especially when the character Eric used the phrase, 'tree hugging hippy crap'. He always thought of them when he heard it. His parents disapproved of him joining the military, but they did love each other, and it would be nice to see them tonight. In his opinion his sister was a spoiled brat and his parents were definitely part of the reason. Who gives a young girl a red Porsche Carrera 4S for their first car? Simply an insane machine to hand over to someone so young. She cracked up the beautiful beast two weeks later. He quietly laughed to himself, "And now this birthday? Breast implants." He wasn't surprised that Brenda requested the surgery. Rather than work hard at studying math, science, or English, she attended an "arts" school. She was now "educated" in fashion, dance, and theater. Which was fine with him except it turned out she didn't study too hard at that either. He attended a play once and she was hideous to put it politely. Of course his parents, never critical, said bravo. From his mother's letters Brenda was focusing her limited talent on swimsuit modeling. She might be able to pull that off, especially now. She was beautiful and his friends never let him hear the end of it. Brenda was tall, 5'7" and something, if remembered correctly. Very long straight blond hair. Gorgeous light blue eyes, pout, full lips. Her figure was up to modeling standards he thought. Wonderful ass, hips, thighs, all nicely bronzed by the sun. He was mesmerized watching her grab a towel as the water dripped off her slim frame. For just a second he imagined burying his face into those massive mounds of hers. Feeling her soft skin, tasting that sweet flesh. He closed his eyes imagining his teeth against those hard nipples that were so vigorously piercing into that skimpy baby blue swim top. Robert jolted out of his gaze of his sister, disgusted with himself. "Jesus you're a sick puppy, perv-boy.," he whispered. He was shocked he entertained that thought. He really needed to find some female companionship soon before he really lost it. The sun was ultra bright and wonderfully warm as he walked out. "Hello ladies," he waved as he approached them. They all responded with a greeting. Brenda who didn't naturally smile suddenly displayed a large one for her brother. She quickly moved up to him, hugging him tightly. "You're finally back." He tried to fight the thoughts, but it was impossible to ignore. Her full breasts pressing against his chest, with large hard nipples digging deep into his skin. Brenda held her brother tightly and for a considerable amount of time. Looking at each other with sunglasses on, Courtney and Alana, both found their friend's behavior odd. Finally she let go and took a step back. "It's been like forever." She giggled, "I actually missed you big brother." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow surprised with her confession. "You look great," she placed her hand on his tight stomach. His body responded to her touch as he felt his dick awaken. Robert took a step back, "Uh thanks, you look nice too." "Just nice? C'mon? What'd you think?" She spun around showing off her assets. "Don't I look... well different?" He was uncomfortable with her questions. Her friends found her awfully friendly with Robert. Generally they didn't get along. "You look good." "C'mon? You're a guy; what do you think?" She casually squeezed her breasts together. He closed his eyes as he frowned. "Ok, I'm your bother Bren. Please don't do that again, or make me answer these questions." It was a bad idea coming out here as he continued to feel his member stiffen. "Fine, fine," she began drying off. "Why didn't you come out sooner and say hi?" "Oh," he looked around at the other two girls stalling for an answer. Alana and Courtney watched him squirm as they laid out on lounge chairs. "I was still unpacking." Courtney snorted at that, "More like packing." Alana quickly slapped her friend's arm. The blond just sipped on her ice tea. Brenda rolled her eyes well aware Courtney and Robert didn't get along. He turned to look at the hostile blond. "Hello Court; how are you?" "Fuck off Rob." He was about to respond, but she slurped hard on her straw interrupting the flow of the conversation. He turned towards Alana putting his hand out to shake. "Hi I'm Robert." Puzzled Brenda stated, "Rob I know you already met in your room." 'Oh shit' he said to himself. "I know you two had a passionate discussion about the war." Courtney chuckled, "Oh that argument was exhausting," she hissed. Alana slapped her friend's arm again. "What is up with you two," Brenda demanded. The two girls didn't answer. Robert was fearful the girls, especially his sister, would notice his cock growing any second. "Listen I gotta go." "What," his sister questioned. "Don't you want to swim?" "Uh, later." "Oh c'mon? We can play chicken fights; you, me against them. I can still easily get on top of your shoulders." The thought of that got his dick twitching even more. It was telling him it wanted her badly. "No not now sis." "Damn I wanna talk... about what you did in Iran." He rolled his eyes underneath his dark glasses at his sister ignorance. "Iraq." "Oh right. You know me; I'm so blond when it comes to geology." "Watch out with the blond jokes," Courtney chimed in. Alana couldn't help herself, "You're not real blond anyway Court." "Ok, ok," he tried to quiet them down. Looking at his sister he tried not to laugh, "Yes I know Bren." He paused for a moment taking a glance of each of them. "Well. Hopefully I'll see you ladies at the barbeque tonight." "In your dreams Marine," Courtney tersely replied. He grinned realizing the spicy blond still wanted him. "Goodbye Robert," Alana said adoringly. "Bye Lana," he waved at his sister and walked back into the house. He stood in the large gourmet kitchen thinking how weird that just was. "Holy shit," he sighed. Looking around he decided he was hungry after Alana's workout with him. He searched through the fridge for sandwich fixings. Courtney shook her tea glass, "Bren? We need more." She raised her sunglasses letting them rest on her blond head. "Court you know where the kitchen is." "Yeah true, but I'm a guest." Alana started laughing. Brenda laughed too at her friend's gall. "Fine, fine. I have to water the other garden anyway. Jacob will freak if I don't. You want more too?" Alana nodded yes, "Oh a splash of vodka would help." The three girls laughed. Courtney waited till Brenda entered the house then turned to face her friend. She was about to speak, but Alana spoke first. "Why does Brenda call her dad by his first name?" "What? Oh, beats the hell out of me. You know Jacob and Joyce are out there." Courtney sighed thinking about the Landon parents and their oddities. "Yeah." The brunette could tell something was on her friend's mind as Courtney raised her sunglasses revealing those piercing blue eyes. "How was it?" "How was what?" She rolled her eyes, "Your last period?" Alana displayed a confused look. "Rob's cock in your hand? What else?" Her friend giggled as she replayed it in her head. "Oh right. Um, nice." "Nice?" "It was so unbelievably hard. I like it a lot. I like him a lot." "I saw you taste his cum," Courtney stated. Her friend blushed having difficulty believing they were even discussing this. "How'd it taste?" "Uh, good. There's not much taste, or flavor really," she explained weakly. Alana's eyes went wide suddenly. "Do they always, um... gush like that?" "A guy's cock?" "Yes." "They're all different. Robert really came though. It was like a God damn fountain.," she mentioned while changing position now laying back. "So you want to fuck him?" "Jesus Court. You make me sound like a whore." She laughed, "Well you are." "Fuck off." The blond sighed, "Fine, I'm sorry." She watched Alana for a moment. "Really, you want him inside you?" Alana was getting annoyed with her friend's raunchiness. "Can't we just call it making love?" "Sure. It's not that though; you barely know him. You have to love someone to make love." "Then I'll wait Court." She laughed, "Robert's not the kind of guy that waits around. You better put out if you want to keep him." "Why do you hate him so much?" "I don't. I just know him." "I had his cock in my mouth." "Bullshit," Courtney said somewhat stunned. "Well, he kind of, of... well, he shoved it in. I freaked," she explained with embarrassment. "Really?" She found that surprising remembering Robert as the gentle caring type. Her current boyfriend was more the wam bam thank you ma'am brute. He liked it rough, and quick, and she was so sick of it. She couldn't remember the last time she had a thoroughly satisfying orgasm. "He apologized though. He's very charming, and so God damn cute." Alana laid back enjoying the sun while replaying herself working Robert's greased cock. Courtney laid back thinking over her friend's words. He apologized. He obviously cared. That was such a turn-on for her. Alana was correct. He was so God damn cute, hot in fact. His tour in the desert had hardened his physic even further. "Hey bro." Robert's eyes darted side to side as she announced herself. He turned away from his giant sandwich on the counter. He smiled, "Hey sis." He caught himself focusing in on her new breasts He quickly adjusted his view now looking at her lovely face. "What's up?" He wished he hadn't used that phrase relieved that his dick was at peace. "Just getting the girls more tea. Hey what is it with Courtney and you?" He shrugged his shoulders more focused on his sister's baby blue bikini than her question. It was still damp from the pool and almost transparent in places. He blinked and shook his head forcing himself to think of anything else. While in the refrigerator she asked, "Mind if we have some of your beer?" Robert wished she would just leave, praying he could keep it together as the deviant thoughts returned. A scene flashed through his mind with his nude body lying on top of his baby sister's nude body. Disgusted, he sighed, and answered with a raised voice. "This is the first time I've had beer in seven months." "Ok, ok, whatever jerk." She couldn't understand his sudden outburst of anger. "I'm going out to water the garden ok?" He didn't answer he just watched her put on a pair of summer wedge shoes. Most of her feet were still exposed in the shoes, raising her by at least two inches. He followed with his eyes the ties going high up her ankle. It made her already impressive long, and bronzed, legs simply longer and incredible. She looked up catching him gawking at her. "What asshole?" He wanted to apologize, but stayed silent, returning to the construction of his sandwich. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. "This is insane" he sighed. He turned to apologize, but she had left. "Garden," he said and headed there. He viewed his sister among the flowers through a sliding glass door. Her back was to him as she casually watered numerous plants. He felt his dick awaken and grow. It wanted his sister. He wanted his sister. He was determined to take her. Carefully sliding the door open he moved forward. Stalking his prey with stealth, he observed her long hair, draped down her almost totally bear back. It was difficult to see her ass with her wearing the delicate sarong wrap at the waist, covering most of her long legs. Standing right behind her he could smell the fruity shampoo she used in her hair. He watched the slight breeze move the fine blond hairs on her arms. Suddenly he heard her cease spraying water. Just as she dropped the spray nozzle he slipped his hands over her hips and up her waist. "You're so beautiful." "Rob? What are you doing?" "God I want you right now." She laughed, "Stop screwing around." "Yes, yes I want to screw you," he kissed her neck. Brenda quickly pushed away and spun around. "What are you smoking?" "Nothing," he replied while crouched down menacingly with his hands drawn out. She saw in his eyes this was no joke, and she became fearful. "Stop fucking around; you're scaring me," she crouched defensively, moving side to side searching for an escape root. There was only one way out and her wild eyed brother was blocking it. She ran the other way praying there was something to defend herself with by the tool shed. This garden, one of four was small, and the shed was a few paces around the corner. She panicked realizing she wouldn't make it be for he would catch her. He tackled her quickly getting her on her back. She screamed, and violently squirmed underneath him. Several times she raised her knee with force aiming for his crotch as he gained control of her hands. She screamed again understanding he had total physical control of her body. Both were breathing heavily and already sweating from their short wrestling match in the heat. Robert looked her over admiring her chest heaving with each rapid breath. She decided to reason with him. "Ok, ok, this is a really bad joke, right?" "No, I want you, I want to see your new tits." "Think about what you're saying Robert. That's insane, that's sick." The panic in her voice was crystal clear. He got up, pulling her up with him, holding her wrists together. Brenda kicked his shin causing pain. He slammed her against the old wooden shed. "Stop fighting me," he commanded through gritted teeth. "Fuck you," she screamed then spit in his face. He grinned enjoying her spirit. Looking around for anything, he spotted the work bench next to the shed with several boxes on top. He grabbed the duct tape quickly wrapping a bulk of it around her wrists. Next he hung her taped wrists on a hook high up on the shed wall. He collapsed on the lawn trying to catch his breath. "Jesus," he said wiping the sweat off his brow. Robert looked up at his sister stretched out against the shed, again enjoying the sight of her heaving breasts. Welcome Home Ch. 02 Now standing he sifted through the boxes. "Why?" She yelled as a tear trickled down her cheek. He ignored her studying the work bench, or workout bench. It was his in high school and was an exercise tool, or weight lifting apparatus. He cleared it off and prepared it for use. "Robert, this isn't you. Something's wrong. You aren't thinking clearly. Just stop." He did and looked up at her. He moved inside the house which gave her temporary solace. Not for long though as she watched him return with a box of rope. Right then she understood he was going to do whatever he wanted with her. Brenda lost it and began crying again. He was so focused he didn't notice her sobbing. He adjusted the backing of the black and silver bench. There was a padded seat with a padded backing raised at an angle. As he unhooked her taped wrists she made another attack with her knee and again it failed. Still crying he dragged her to the bench slamming her on it. She moaned in pain. While restraining her wrists high above her head he asked, "Are you ok?" She couldn't believe what he was doing in the first place, and now suddenly he cared for her welfare. It enraged her. "You're fucking crazy; you're a God damn psycho! That war fucked you in the head!" She was surprised he was listening, but recognized she wasn't going to stop him. She composed herself as best she could, sniffling, and blinking her eyes to clear the tears. "Get your perverted jollies today Robert, but I swear to God I'll fucking kill you." Her voice was eerily calm and confident. He started restraining her legs feeling them up as much as he could. "I'll kill you in the most miserable way I can think up Robert, Jacob, Landon." She said each name slowly. He returned to tying her legs down, slipping the rope around her knee. He slipped it around the back leg of the bench, tightening the slack, pulling her left leg wide. She grimaced as he wrenched it tight. It was a similar procedure with the right leg, but with an orange extension cord. He wrenched it tight. Now both of his sister's legs were spread wide for his invasion. He stood back to look at her. She was beautiful still breathing heavy and in shock. The sun was simply unforgivable out here as they both were sweating profusely in the 90 degree heat.. He retrieved a cold bottle of water and poured it in her mouth. It overflowed spilling down her chest. "Are you ready?" Exhausted, as her adrenaline had sapped her strength, she just closed her eyes. It was a surrender, but he considered it an invitation. Immediately he moved his hands over her new, fresh breasts. "So large," he whispered. So large for her frame, possibly too big, but every man's wet dream. Robert squeezed his baby sister's luscious tits for several moments. She started crying again, "Why?" Brenda's skimpy baby blue swim top was frustrating Robert's desires. He grabbed a box cutter and cut into the thin string supports. Her large beasts sagged just a bit as he ripped her bikini top off discarding it into the air, landing on mother's prized yellow rose bush. "Please Robert... stop," she pleaded meekly. He looked over her oversized breasts. Now exposed, they were massive landmarks of lust. Ridiculously large for her frame, but simply delicious in his opinion. Her brother squeezed gently at first, feeling the firmness of the silicon. Robert then gripped hard making his sister grimace. He was excited with her healthy sized areoles, and pencil eraser sized nipples. Robert had read about easer sized nipples numerous times. Never did he expect the first time he would suck on one would be his sister's. Her nervous eyes darted left and right terrified what he would attempt next. He moved back and got on his knees. He stared at her center still covered by the delicate baby blue swim bottom. She was well exposed with her legs restrained wide and the cork like high heeled wedge shoes, raising her long legs perfectly. Robert kissed her knee then ran his face down her thigh sampling her sweat. Sitting almost straight up she was forced to watch her bother begin to massage her center. "Oh God no," she weakly appealed. The bikini bottom was damp from the pool and almost transparent like her top was. He soon carefully untied the bottom removing it and exposing her well trimmed vulva. "Please stop." Robert wasted no time placing a finger on his sister's sensitive folds of skin. He inspected her carefully following the contours of her ripe pussy. He moved closer ready to bury his face into her. "Oh Robert no... you can't." he gently kissed her folds nudging them with his nose. She watched in horror as his tongue extended out and began rubbing, and stirring her center. Sticking his tongue out as far as possible he slowly dragged it from bottom to top enjoying her sweet taste.. Finally he rapidly flicked his tongue over her clitoris. "Oh my God, uh, uh." Robert stood and stared recognizing she couldn't be more stretched out. Her calves and golden thighs were straining from the tight rope and cord. She looked wonderful in the bright sunlight. He searched through the box he had brought out. Retrieving a bottle of oil he began drizzling it on his favorite target – her new expensive breasts. Impatient he removed the cap dumping the entire bottle's contents up and down her body. She closed her eyes, and turned her head as the oil splashed all over. She gasped surprised how cool the liquid was. He watched as a good amount of the greasy liquid dripped of her oil drenched frame. His eyes marveled at her glistening, and baking body in the sun. It was quiet she thought so she opened her eyes and was shocked once more as Brenda watched her bother remove his shorts. Instantly she saw his half erect penis. She felt sick as he moved closer rubbing the vile muscle in his hands. She studied him, and didn't recognize him. This person was a monster. He adjusted the padded back that supported her and lowered it from almost up right to a reclined position. Robert stood over his sister staring into her fearful eyes. She had difficulty not looking at his stiffening rod. It was large, possibly the biggest she'd seen, and definitely menacing. She wanted to vomit as she stared at the blood engorged muscle. The head was shiny and a dark purple tone, followed by a long thick shaft, riddled with bulging veins. He placed his hands on her oil drenched tits, rubbing in the pools of liquid. He watched her reaction as he squeezed her. She grimaced as he squeezed the firm mountains of flesh, harder, and harder. "God damn you; your hurting me." He released his grip and sat on her lap. She cringed feeling his hard rod and balls against her stomach. He leaned forward, "I'd love to kiss those lips." "Go for it and I'll bite your fucking tongue off." He grinned, "That's what I thought you'd say." Then he leaned forward applying his lips to one of her erect nipples. He continued kissing, massaging with his lips, and tonguing her soft skin. Often he buried his face into her oiled up chest. There was simply nothing she could do as he committed this wicked act. She hated herself for enjoying the intense stimulation of her nipples. Once he became bored he stood and lowered his hard barrel and balls between her tits. "Please stop?" He pushed her breasts together tight around his hard meat. He began moving back and forth sawing away. Robert moaned loving the friction of his skin against hers. The soft female flesh and slick oil was wonderful. Again Brenda found it difficult not to watch as the head of her brother's rod often poked at her chin. She dreaded feeling his heavy balls drag up and down her body. Robert moved down to prepare her wet pussy for his final assault. As he started massaging her she tried to reason with him once more. "Robby, you've felt up my boobs, now untie me." He didn't answer now rubbing oil into her thighs. "If you stop I won't tell mom I promise." He ignored and leaned towards her vulva and began kissing her sweet flesh once again. Her muscles tensed as she felt his tongue lip inside. Brenda grimaced with his unshaven face plowing through her folds. He intensified his action spreading her pussy lips wide. Sliding a finger inside her vagina while flicking his tongue wildly over her now swollen clit, forced her to moan.. "No, no, please stop," she begged hating how good it felt. He lovingly worked her body till he was ready. Robert stood and stared at her. With fear in her eyes she awed at the fully erect cock. He moved close lifting her, raising her so he could sit on the padded seat. She began to weep feeling her vulva cradling his oiled balls. "Oh God no." She continued to cry and begged him to stop as he prepared to penetrate her. He massaged her center with the large purplish head of his dick. With a whisper she implored, "Please, please don't. You're far too big for me; you'll hurt me. At least use a condom Robby, you have to." He paused and thought about her request. He dismissed it and pushed forward entering his sister's vagina. She gasped for air with the invasion, "God no." She squeezed tight around his cock. Moving forward several inches she gasped again as he spread her vagina wide with his dick. He couldn't believe how hot she was inside as he pushed further. "AhH, Ahh, st, stop, please Robby." He continued forcing himself inside, watching Brenda grimace with every thick inch filling her. Once all the way inside, with his heavy cum filled balls up against her, he paused to allow her tight juicy cunt to relax around him. She couldn't believe what he was doing. It was all vile to her; her legs spread wide, raised high, with her sitting almost up right again. She turned her face away from his which was only inches from hers. Brenda could feel him deep inside her, and disgusted with his sweaty body pressed up close. He slipped his hands under her ass and squeezed her cheeks. He began bucking into her. "UH, UH, UH," she cried out with each thrust. He was rough driving into her enjoying those tits shuttering with each bang. With closed eyes he continued while listening to her cries till his muscles burned. He rested a moment then pulled out of her. He lowered the padded back of the bench now having her lying flat. He took one last look of her stretched out, glistening body almost sizzling in the sun. Robert laid out on top of her quickly positioning himself for reentry. He thrust his hard pipe into her causing her to scream. He continued pumping hard as he mauled her breasts with lips and tongue. "UH, UH, UH, UH," she yelled out with each ramming. She hated herself sensing her body was reacting to her brother's assault. The pressure inside her was building as she moved closer to orgasm. The workout bench shuttered and creaked with each thrust. After 60 seconds of rough fucking Brenda screamed out, "NO, NO, YES." Her body shuttered, tingling, and radiating with waves of heat as she climaxed. He couldn't believe how strong she was griping his cock insanely hard. Robert increased his pounding ready to cum himself. "Robby please don't cum inside me. Cum on my face or tits if you want." As before he didn't listen as his heavy barrel fired of its first massive cum round. "UH, FUCK YES," he grunted. "Oh no," she cried feeling the flood of fiery cum fill her unprotected womb. He continued banging his baby sister erupting deep inside her again. "OH YES SIS, FUCK YES." For a third time as he emptied his tight balls with one more cum shot, she had her second orgasm announcing it to the world screaming. He collapsed from exhaustion resting his face between her heaving breasts. He dozed off right there on top of her firm pillows. Robert enjoyed his bliss, relaxing after his massive release into his sister. "What are you staring at?" He awoke from his gaze of her with his big sandwich in hand. "Robert? Hello? You all right?" He blinked then looked around recognizing the large kitchen. He focused on Brenda who was concentrating on getting her summer wedge shoes tied up. Sitting on the cream colored sofa she looked up. "Robby? What?" He shook his head, "Nothing." He felt sick remembering the revolting fantasy he just played through his mind. He watched his baby sister feeling extreme guilt for what he just imagined. She was clueless, and selfish, but never deserved something like that. 'What is wrong with me' he asked himself. She stood still puzzled with his demeanor. "I'm going to water the garden... ok?" "Yeah, sure. Um Bren?" "Yeah?" He studied her unsure what to say. "Today Rob." "Yeah... I'm sorry, I'm not a very good brother." "What," she questioned. "Me yelling at you... I apologize." Surprised she accepted his apology. "No problem." She began to walk off. "Bren?" "Yes. What now," she questioned clearly annoyed. "You and your friends can have the beer." He said it weakly, again with tremendous guilt. "Seriously?" "Yes. I'll see you at the barbeque tonight?" "Sure." She was confused by his mood swings, but was happy he offered the beer she requested. She wondered if he was all right as he headed for the stairs. Welcome Home Ch. 02 All comments and criticism welcome. * Charlene took me by the hand and led me up the stairs. I watched her panty-covered ass sway as she led me toward the bedroom. Once inside, she turned and pulled me close. My hands found her bottom as her tongue entered my mouth. Her cock, still hard, poked at my abdomen through her panties as we kissed. I guided her toward the bed, our lips parting as she fell onto the bed. She reclined, propping herself up on her elbows to watch as I finished undressing. "Do we have plans for the weekend?" I asked as I loosened my tie. "I have plans for you," she said. "But they don't require you leaving this bed." "I like the way you think, sweetie," I said as I unbuttoned my shirt. "God, you look good." I wasn't kidding. Her long legs were spread slightly as she reclined on the bed, the nylons accentuating their shape. She'd tucked her cock back into her panties, but its bulge filled the front of her underwear nicely as it peeked out from under her delicate half-slip. She was pure sexuality. And she was all mine. Charlene unhooked her heels and let them fall to the floor. As I approached the bed, she scooted over and up to make room for me. I joined her in the bed, my body slipping over hers. Our lips meet as our cocks pressed together. Charlene wrapped her arms around my neck and my fingers found her nipple under her bra. A moan escaped her throat as I worked the stiffening nub. Charlene rotated her hips, rubbing her panty-covered cock against my naked member. I broke our kiss and buried my face in her neck. When my lips found her earlobe, she gasped. The drop of perfume behind get ears filled my nostrils and my cock started to stir. "I want you," she whispered. "I want your cock." "Not before I have yours," I replied. I slipped down her torso, leaving a trail of kisses between her breasts and across her slip. I kissed her cock through her panties, and Charlene sighed with delight. I unleashed her dick from its satin cage, tucking her panties up under her scrotum. I had to admit, Charlene had a magnificent cock. It was the perfect size for sucking, with a large mushroom head that begged to be in the back of my throat. She was the perfect mix of male and female, sex and sensuality. I ran my hand between her legs, pushing my fingers between her cheeks. Much of my load had leaked from her bottom, soaking the crotch of her panties. A low moan escaped her throat. "You soaked your pretty panties, baby," I said as i rubbed her rosebud through the material. "No, baby," she said, her eyes fluttering as she enjoyed my ministration. "YOU soaked my pretty panties." She had a blissful look on her face, and I knew she was in heaven. Charlene loved to let my come seep into her underwear and the feel of the wet material against her body. She often wanted to fuck first thing in the morning so she could enjoy her wet panties all day. I lowered my head to her crotch and let my tongue trail along her shaft. She was leaking precum on her smooth abdomen. My mouth found the head of her cock and I rubbed it with my tongue before taking her into my mouth. With my hand at the base of her cock, I took her deep into my throat. Charlene moaned in delight. I closed my lips around the base of her dick, my tongue slipping along the underside of her shaft. "Oh, baby," she said with a moan. I let her cock slip slowly from my mouth, until my lips were only holding in her dick head. I swirled my tongue across her slit, the taste of her precum filing my mouth. I worked her cock, pushing her head against the roof of my mouth. My fingers pushed the fabric of her panties into her ass as I sucked her dick. "I can't hold out, baby," she said as I increased the pace. "I'm going to cum." Her cock swelled and her cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed a bit to keep from choking on her load. Charlene moaned as her orgasm washed over her body. As she relaxed, I held still, milking her cock for all the nectar I could take. When she started to soften, I carefully released her dick, trying not to spill any of her seed from my mouth. I moved up her body until my mouth found hers. "Thank you, baby,"she said as she kissed and licked the cum that had escaped from my face. "I needed that." As she kissed me, she pushed her tongue into mouth, seeking the treat I was keeping fun her. Her cum slid into her mouth, and our tongues wrestled in the silky strands of her ejaculate. Charlene moaned in the back of her throat as we swapped her cum back and forth. She let me suck her as often as I wanted, with the understanding that I always share her load. As we kissed and cuddled, my cock begin to grow until it was stiff between us. Charlene broke our kiss and pushed me back until I was positioned properly between her legs. She pulled her panties, still bunched under her cock, to the side. With her legs spread and her hips rolled back, I could see her rosebud, still slick from the lube and cum from earlier. "Give me that dick,"she said. My cock head met little resistance as I pushed into her. Her outer anal muscle opened and I slid deep into her rectum. She put her legs on my shoulders and I kissed her nylon-covered calf as I enjoyed the warmth of her bottom around my dick. I fucked her with long, slow strokes, each of us moaning and cooing as we made love. I pushed her knees back toward her chest and Charlene reached to hook her hands behind her knees, holding herself open for me. I pushed her bra out of the way and stroked her nipples before letting my hand fall to her crotch, where I cupped her half-hard cock. I pushed deep inside her, forcing her legs back toward her torso. "Yes, baby, yes," she moaned. Fuck me deep. I love the way your balls feel against my ass." Her cock had stiffened some. I gripped it with my fist as I stroked faster into her backside. I was close. "Oh, shit, baby, I'm coming," I said, pushing once and for all into her. "Ohhhh. Yeah." Charlene squeezed my cock with her ass, draining my balls into her hole. As my cock shrank, I fell to the bed beside her, trying to catch my breath. She tucked herself under my arm and we cuddled for quite a while in silence. Suddenly, she stirred. "I forgot," she said. "There was a package for you on the front steps. I put it in the kitchen." I smiled. "Actually, it's for you," I said. "Let's go open it." Welcome Home Ch. 02 Chapter 02 - Reflections I stood there in the hallway holding her scantily clad body, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under my fingers. I couldn't believe how fucking sexy she was, and I still couldn't believe that she was mine. Finally I remembered that I had prepared a surprise for her when she got home from her trip. Stepping back I released her from my arms and held up a blindfold. "Turn around little one," I said quietly as she looked up into my eyes. With a trusting smile she spun around, making sure to grind her ass back against me as I placed the blindfold over her eyes. Chuckling at her antics I pinched her nipple in retaliation. She let out a soft moan of approval at my touch and pushed back insistently against my throbbing shaft. Oh how I wanted her! Slowly I led her into the bedroom, my firm hand guiding her safely through the doorway and to the bed. She stood silently as I undressed, and I know she could hear the rustle of my clothes sliding across my skin. Her tongue flicked out over her lips, as if they had suddenly gone dry, and her breathing quickened. I didn't say a word as I undressed, but simply watched her, my hungry eyes continuing to devour the arousing sight before me. Finally I stood nude before her and reached out to touch her. She gasped as my fingertips touched her arm, sliding up to her elbow as I stepped closer to her. A soft whimper escaped those full perfect lips as she sensed my body inches away. I knew she longed to reach for me, to get her hands on me, but she resisted the urge. I pulled her arm in front of her and reached for the other, bringing it next to the first. Her hands clasped and she smiled, wondering what I would do next. A loop of silk surrounded her wrists and she giggled as she felt it grow tight, binding her wrists in front of her. She playfully tested her bonds but they prevented her from pulling her wrists apart. Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled her between my legs. A grin of triumph crossed her face as her fingers slid along the familiar length of my cock. Immediately she twisted her hands, attempting to get her hand around the pulsing shaft. With a firm touch I stopped her exploring and then turned her around so she was facing away from me. She next felt my lips pressing against the smooth skin of her back as I placed loving kisses in a trail across her skin. My hands were far from still, sliding over her hips and around her body, gently caressing and teasing her exposed flesh. As they approached the front of her sexy panties I could feel the heat emanating from her slit. With a soft growl I asked from behind her, "Are you ready for me little one?" Unable to prevent the moan of lust that preceded her words she breathed, "Oh Yes Daddy, I am ready, and I am yours." Silently I slid my fingers down the edge of her panties, my fingertips slipping just between her lips as I pulled the panties to the side. A shiver of anticipation rushed through her as she felt me position her body above me waiting cock. Slowly I lowered her down on to the thick shaft of my dick, the tip pushing up into her inch by inch, spreading her tight sheath as she surrounded me. We both groaned in delight as we were finally joined again, my cock buried inside her clenching pussy. Slowly she began to slide up and down my shaft, with me guiding her actions with my hands on her hips. We both struggled to keep the pace slow and steady, completely enjoying the intimate closeness of our connection, but we both hungered for more. Deciding it was time to show her the surprise I had planned I reached up and quickly pulled away the blindfold. As her eyes adjusted to the warm light shining through our window they fell on the image displayed in front of her. An incredibly sexy woman, clad in blue and white lingerie straddled the legs of the man below her. His hands were visible, one on her hip and one holding her panties to the side as his impressive girth stretched up into her. Baby Girl's eyes were riveted to the sight of the pussy lips stretching tight around the invading shaft. She immediately recognized the image for what it was, A mirrored reflection of her own sexy body riding that of her lover below her. As her eyes drank in the sight of our coupling I reached up behind her and removed the bra, letting her breasts fall free and begin to bounce as our tempo increased. I knew she was captivated by the sight of her own body riding my cock and her breathes game in gasps as the emotions flew through her. I knew that she saw the parts of her body that she wished were different, and I knew that part of her would feel exposed and embarrassed seeing them so clearly and vividly. But I also knew that she saw how incredibly sexy she looked as she rode me, her breasts free and bouncing with momentum, her arms bound in front of her with pink silk, and my shaft disappearing into her folds time and time again. She began bouncing harder on me, racing the image in front of her, eyes locked on the captivating image of herself being impaled on my cock. Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes as if she couldn't take any more of the visual stimulation. Her pussy clenched around me as her orgasm approached. Just before the wave of pleasure rolled through her she forced her yes back open, staring into her own reflection as she came with a hoarse scream of pleasure. The waves continued as she quivered on top of me, unable to continue her up and down motions, sitting there stuffed full of my cock as she came. When her strength returned to her she pulled up and off of me and turned around kissing me full on the mouth. "Thank you Daddy," she whispered. "That was so beautiful." "Now you know how you look in my eyes gorgeous girl." I responded, "I love you so much." I gave her a grin then and said, "But we are far from done little one." With a giggle she kissed me again and then stood up in front of me, waiting for me to direct her. Before I stood I reached forward and grabbed the panties pulling them to the floor for her to step out of. She stood before me, nude save for the stockings, garter, and heels she still wore. I next unwrapped the silk from her wrists and freed them. Once she was free I pulled her to me and kissed her hard as we pressed our bodies against each other. Grabbing her ass I lifted her off her feet and threw her onto the bed with a playful growl. She recognized my insistence, my power as I grabbed her legs and pulled them back to me, flipping her onto her stomach as I did. Next I turned her to the side so that her head was towards one side of the bed and her legs at the other. Kneeling on the bed behind her I positioned her knees underneath her and pushed her face down into the bed. From her position she could clearly see our reflections in the large mirror facing the foot of the bed. She saw as my hand rose, then fell on her exposed ass with a stinging SMACK! She saw as my hand reached forward and tangled itself in her hair, twisting and pulling roughly. She saw my chest heave as I growled in lust and pleasure, lining up my thick shaft with her still dripping pussy. She saw my legs tense just before I thrust forward, shoving my cock into her as far as I could. She saw as my hands grasped her hips and I began to fuck her hard and fast, our bodies colliding in a fury of blows, my cock a raging spear, pistoning in and out of her like a freight train. She saw my hands grab her arms and pull them behind her, folding them across her back and holding onto them as I fucked her. She saw herself being taken, used, owned, and claimed by the man she had given herself to. She saw as my back arched and I buried myself in her with a shout as my own orgasm powered through me, my cock filling her with warm thick cum. The sight of my orgasm, along with the feel of my cum splashing against her inner walls set off her own tidal wave of pleasure and she screamed with me as we writhed in pleasurable agony. As the waves finally subsided we both collapsed to the side, my arm wrapped over her as we gasped for breath, her eyes never leaving the incredible view of our intermingled bodies. Welcome Home Ch. 03 To all the readers thus far, most especially to those who take the time to offer feedback, either personally or on the public forum, I extend my deepest and most sincere thanks. * His body is an odd contradiction of sensations and he's not sure how to unite himself. On one part he is deliciously relaxed and sated. His body being cared for by the most extraordinary woman, currently somewhere in the vicinity of his feet. She has offered him release from the pressures of the day through a change of attire and the massage of his feet. She has fed his mind by taking away the distractions of sight limiting him to experience the sounds and smells of his environment. And most recently relieved the portion of his body requiring food of it's demanding hunger. Now he is left with his desire for her. His eyes strain to see beyond the blindfold. To rest upon the gentle beauty of her face. The lushness of her body. His hands and lips itch to bury themselves in long soft curls and smooth, soft flesh without the possibility of deterrent. He wants to taste her fully. Not just the heaven of her mouth and the bliss that is found suckling at her breast, but the unique flavor that is her and comes to him from the height of her pleasure. It is these final thoughts of his mouth buried in her pussy lapping at her release that are interrupted by a sudden and unknown sensation on his cock. It feels as if she is pressed between his legs as he can feel her breasts pressing against his inner thighs and balls. His knees are just in the curve of her waist and his legs slide along her hips. His toes seem to play with hers without any guidance from him. All this is noticed in barely a second as his attention is strongly brought back to the one portion of his body that demands she pay attention to it NOW! Her left hand has brought him forward and is supporting this supplication to the sky at the base. Her thumb is lightly rubbing circles. Up a little along the base, down over his balls. Up and down. As good as this feels his attention is on the other end of his cock. There is something warm and slightly wet resting on his tip. It most definitely is NOT her mouth. A small trickle of the wetness starts to slide down him. Ever so lightly he feels it... the tip of her tongue. It catches that small bit of liquid and traces it's path back up. His cock quivers in anticipation of what is to come. Up, up, up, so excruciatingly slow so that he could cry out from frustration. Her tongue goes back down and becomes wider. Long strokes up remove any remaining traces of that escaped liquid and all traces of her earlier release. Several more strokes and he knows he is perfectly clean. Suddenly, the pointed tip of her tongue returns replacing the flat licking to trace the large vein along the bottom of his cock. All the way to the top her little tongue dances a path along him. "Oh God," he moans as she traces the outline of his head, around the object still resting on top. She loves to do that. Use the tip of her tongue firmly to trace his "storm trooper helmet," as she calls it. Normally she would delve into him seeking out his precum droplet, but not this time. This time there is a shrimp in the way. He assumes it is a shrimp. The tongue is gone. He feels her breath flow down over him and then her lips. They connect with his flesh about one inch past the head. Her tongue swirls around the head knocking the shrimp from the tip. Her lips begin a slow, strong pull upwards. With a small popping sound her mouth is gone. He can hear her chewing, but more importantly he hears her, "Hmm," as she eats the little morsel. That little moan can undo all his good intentions at times and it is no help in this instance. As he is listening to her enjoyment of the food another sensation begins. A noodle is slowly being swirled around his cock. That maddening thumb is now still, holding one end of the noodle. It is swirling it's way up to the top. There, it rests across his head. Not large by any means he knows that her small mouth and throat still have some difficulty reaching his base when fully aroused. And he is most definitely fully aroused right now. He feels larger than he has ever been and wonders how far down she'll manage. "AAAHHHH," he moans as he no longer needs to wonder. Her mouth has returned and begun is foray to his hips. He can feel her lips stretched wide as his length is swallowed into the warm depths of her mouth. Three inches soon becomes four inches. The tip of his cock is at the back of her throat. He can just feel it. His girth increases towards the base and as she gets near five inches her lips are pulled tight around him. So far her tongue has been merely pressing his cock up at little intervals, but now it snakes around following as much of the noodle as it can reach. Warm, wet, tight. She has stopped her downward motion. "It's okay baby," he murmurs stroking her hair, "That feels so good." They stay like that for what seems like minutes. Her head and mouth most of the way down his cock, her tongue licking the noodle, and him stroking her head. He feels her start a slight sucking motion. She is trying to suck the noodle up the rest of the way into her mouth. Her tongue starts to help the process. And then he feels the back of her throat constrict. "Uhhh," emerges from him in a grunt as his head is sucked a little way down her throat. Another constriction another grunt. The noodle is tickling the back of her throat and it is trying to swallow it away. Swallowing him. A gentle squeeze and slight pull from the suction of her throat and suddenly he is a little farther in. He can now feels the suction of her throat much stronger as the muscles tighten around him over and over again. "What new trick is this?" He wonders. The sensation almost perfectly mirrors what he feels buried to his hilt in her as she orgasms. He knows she's got to be running out of breath and yet she stays put. Swallowing him over and over again. Her tongue is no longer encountering noodle but she continues to stroke him. "Mmmm," vibrates through her throat and mouth sending tremors along his cock and directly into his balls. "Mmmm," deeper and longer she moans out. Her tongue starts to press firmly up against him and her head begins to slide off. The slightly rough texture of the top of her tongue dragging against his entire length. Slippery fingers dance across the surface being abandoned by her mouth. The spicy scent of the sauce assails as her mouth sucks the last portion of noodle from his throbbing cock. One small hand, slick with dinner, is sliding up and down his length. Firm, but not squeezing, she slides it up to the top. A small around the world motion and it slides back down. She starts a tempo and pace that builds the pressure in his balls. Blinded momentarily by the sudden removal of the mask he hears her murmur, "You need to watch." The tempo of her hand increases and she captures my gaze with her eyes. Those beautiful blue-green orbs. A small outline of emerald shows how dilated her pupils are. Her mouth is parted, the lips still a beautiful bright red and full. Gazing up at him her can hear her shallow breathing and watches as her pink tongue darts out and across the bottom lip. "Watch," she says again and hands him a small hand mirror. "Well, this is new and different," he thinks. Looking down at her face he's not sure quite what to do with the mirror. Slowly her head lowers and he feels her soft tongue slide around, tracing his head again. Not blocked, it delves into his slit and is rewarded with a string of precum. Eyes lock again and a small smile plays across her lips. Her left hand gently grasps his balls and massages them. Her right his flat against his hips with his cock nestled in the v of her thumb and forefinger. Arching back into the couch he just about shoots his load when her mouth suddenly delves to meet her hand. "Oh gooooood," he moans. Looking down he sees the top of her beautiful head. Auburn curls lay on his rounded stomach and thighs. He feels her mouth sucking in and out. He glances at the mirror in his hand and knows what she wants him to do. He uses his left hand to pull back the curls from the left side of her face and rest it and them on the back of her head. Holding the mirror at an angel he maneuvers it until he can see her face. It is a beautiful and arousing sight. Red lips stretched taught around him. Cheeks compressing in and releasing. And her eyes. Momentarily taken aback he realizes she is looking directly into the mirror. His hips thrust again, apparently his brain really likes that aspect. Her eyelids drop slightly and her tongue swirls around him at the pinnacle of his thrust. He thrust again deeper this time and again her tongue dances around him and her eyes close slightly. Pressing slightly on her head he brings his hips up one more time and holds. A tear leaks from her eyes and he feels her throat trying to reject him. He releases his hold and relaxes his hips. Her mouth moves up but doesn't leave him entirely. A strong, forceful intake of breath follows. Her head starts to bob. On the way down her mouth is loose, her tongue everywhere. Up brings a cradle of her tongue and strong pulling from her mouth. She keeps up this pattern and he watches her eyes close. "Hmmmm," emerges from her, rumbling through him. Up, down, up, down, loose, suck, loose, suck. He watches his cock disappear and reappear into her mouth. It's building. He can feel it. Watching her like this, like she's in a porno doing this, is amazing. And then she goes all the way again. Again he arches off the couch aiming deep into her throat. Again she starts sucking and her eyes lock on the mirror. It's like she's looking for something from him. He applies pressure with his hand and starts to thrust his hips. "MMM mmmm," vibrates along his cock. She wants him to face fuck her. She wants him to hold her down there. He is happy to oblige. He buries his fingers in her hair and starts to thrust his hips repeatedly. His eyes are locked on her face in the mirror. She is trying to keep up her suction has his cock buries itself deep in her throat causing her to retch slightly. The tears are starting to leak out of her eyes more continuously now and yet, she makes no move to remove herself from him. "Oh... god... yes...," he chants as he fucks into her mouth repeatedly watching her face. He pulls her head up to the tip and watches her nostrils flare as she greedily sucks in air. "Play," he instructs and waits for her tongue to begin it's motions. As her jaw relaxes and her tongue begins to swirl and press he presses down with his hand and up with his hips simultaneously. "Fuck... yeah," he grunts as he slides all the way down! His head is bumping against the back of her throat and she is swallowing frantically. Not able to get suction going again she works her tongue all around him as he pushes over and over again into her throat. "You want it," he asks? Her eyes fly open and lock on the mirror. He sees a pleading look enter into them and feels her assent from the head of his cock to his balls, "MMM mmmm." "Give it to me," her eyes seem to say. Hell, her whole body seems to be begging for it. Her breasts are rubbing in circles around his legs and balls, which her hands are continuing to massage. Instead of pulling away her head and whole body seem to be pressing into him. His hand continues to hold her head in place as his hips continue their mindless rhythm sliding his cock deep into throat and out again. Foregoing the mirror he thrusts his other hand into her hair. Pulling her head up to the tip of his cock he waits for the breath. "Suck it in baby," whispers past his lips before his begins bringing her back down again. Smoothly up and down he matches her head motion to his hips. Up and down her warm, slick mouth slides along him sucking as much as she can. Thrusting and thrusting he thinks of her slick pussy sliding along him, he remembers the vision she made in the reflection of the mirror and his balls are ready to pay her their own tribute. Slamming her head down and holding her there, "Ugh Ugh Uuuhhh," he groans and releases down her throat. Her mouth and throat work together and the squeezing sensation of being swallowed brings jet after jet of cum rushing up and out. "Yeah, baby, take it all. Swallow it all up," whispers out of him as his hips relax again. Releasing the firm hold of her head he strokes the softness of her hair as the last few spurts finish coming out. She is still swallowing as her head comes up and off. Her tongue laps out gently to catch anything she might've missed, but she's sucked him dry. "Mmm, welcome home baby," she says as she looks up at him and smiles. Welcome Home Ch. 03 As always, comments and criticism welcome When Charlene returned from cleaning herself in the bathroom, I was still laying in bed, counting my good fortune and recovering from two orgasms in a short amount of time. She was naked, except for the bra she'd been wearing, the only item that we hadn't soaked with cum. Charlene had her own place, despite how close we'd become in recent months. But she kept a stash of clothes at mine. She fished in a drawer and took out a pair of light pink satin panties and slipped them on. "Come on, let's go open that box," she said. I put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, while Charlene slipped into the dress shirt I'd worn to work that day. She looked good enough that the thought of taking her back to bed crossed my mind. In the kitchen, I dug out a knife and handed it to her. She sliced open the box and squealed with delight when she saw its contents. "It's just what I wanted," she said, kissing me on the cheek. I'd bought Charlene a sex swing. A few weeks before, as we lay in bed after some particularly spirited sex, Charlene had let it slip that she'd always wanted to try a swing. That had prompted me to hatch a plan. I had an unused spare bedroom that would make a perfect play room for us, with the swing as a centerpiece. "We'll go to the hardware store tomorrow to get what we need to put it up," I told her. Both starving, we ordered in Chinese and settled on the couch in the den to eat it in front of the TV. We spent our evening there, curled up on the couch, talking about everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company. Charlene took control of the remote, switching to a romantic comedy that I was sure she'd seen 100 times. I picked up my iPad and looked for more items to stock our play room. Charlene laid her head in my lap. When I wasn't using my hand to scroll through the internet, I let it roam across her body. As is required by the laws of cinema, the boy in Charlene's movie nearly lost the girl before getting her at the end. As the credits rolled, Charlene shifted and pushed the iPad out of her way so that she could look me in the eye. "Do you ever miss it?" she asked. "Miss what?" "Being with a real woman. Pussy. However you want to say it," she said. I started to answer, but she interrupted. "It's OK if you do, I just wonder," she said. "Listen," I said. "You are perfect. You are everything I want. I love the way you look. I love the way you smell." My hand rubbed her torso through my shirt. She started to speak, but I kept going. "You have everything I want. I love how you feel under my fingertips when I touch your legs. I love how you moan when you close your lips around my cock. What you have between your legs all the pussy I need. And you have that big, hard cock for me to suck." My hand had found her panties as I spoke, touching her hip and caressing her bottom through the material. Charlene's cock was starting to tent and I decided to push my luck. "In fact, there's only one thing you could do to be more prefect," I said. "Baby, we've talked about this," she said. "I--I just can't." I dropped my hand onto her panty-covered cock and touched her erection. I'd asked her in the past to fuck me, but she'd always said no. She worked so hard to be a woman, she didn't want to take the "man's role," she said. I'd tried every argument I could think of, including that a lot of men wanted their wife to do them with a strap-on. In our case, we just didn't need the strap-on. Charlene didn't ignore my anal desires entirely. She often fingered my ass when she sucked me, and had even used a vibrator while stroking me. But that was as far as it went. "It's OK, sweetie," I said. "We don't have to talk about it now." I reached into her panties and stroked her cock. My dick was pushing against my shorts. "Let's go to bed," I said. Upstairs, we fell into bed, our tongues fighting and our cocks in the other's hand. Charlene landed on her back and I slipped between her legs. I pulled her panties down and dragged my tongue across her shaft. She moaned and pulled at my shoulders. "Turn around," she said. I flipped around, putting my knees on either side of her head. Charlene freed my dick from shorts, stroking it as I licked her cock from above. She shifted beneath me and we ended up on our sides. Charlene took me into her wet mouth as I took her deep into mine. I slowly worked her cock head against the roof of my mouth, swallowing greedily as the taste of her precum filled my throat. I wrapped my fist around the base of her dick and pumped her as I sucked. I could hear her moaning around my cock as friction from my hand and my mouth pushed her toward orgasm. Her hips started to tremble, then thrust as she got closer. Her legs stiffened and she arched her back. A warm sea of her cum filed my mouth and I swallowed to keep from losing it onto the sheets. Charlene let my cock fall from her lips, panting to catch her breath. "Sit up, on your knees," she said. When I complied, she got on all fours in front me, her mouth inches from my saliva covered cock. She looked up at me. "Fuck my mouth, baby. Feed me your load," she said. I pushed my cock past her lips and across her tongue. While holding herself up with one hand, she gripped my hip with the other, encouraging me to pump in and out of her mouth. She pulled me deep into her, her lips nestling against the base of my cock as her tongue worked the underside of my shaft. As my cock swelled, Charlene moaned her approval. I couldn't hold out. "I'm coming, baby," I moaned. "Oh. Oh. Oh!" My cock spasmed in her mouth, and Charlene held still as my cum drained from my balls. She held me in her mouth as I softened, before letting go and falling onto her pillow. I laid beside her and kissed her lips, tasting the residue of my seed. Before long, she rolled over, nestling my satiated cock in the crack of her delicious bottom as we drifted off to sleep. * * * After breakfast the next morning, Charlene and I drove over to the local big-box home center to get the supplies needed to hang our sex swing. Charlene rarely wore makeup or a wig in public, and never female outerwear. That was fine by me, as knowing there was a pretty little secret under her clothes was a big turn-on. It was a warm day and she had chosen a tightish T-shirt that wouldn't allow for a bra underneath and a pair of shorts that were probably a shade too snug and a bit too short. I thought they showed off her legs nicely. Underneath she wore a tiny black g-string that barely had enough fabric on front to contain her cock. On the back, where the string attached to the waist, a tiny pink ribbon was tied in a bow. At the store, I selected a 2x8 to cut into cross supports between the ceiling joists in the attic before we made our way to the chain-cutting area. We pushed the button to signal we needed help from a store employee and in a minute a nice looking young man turned up to assist us. His name tag indicated his name was Trent. I told him what we needed in general terms. "Like for a porch swing?" he asked. "Something like that," I replied. Trent pointed to a spool of chain. "I'd go with this," he said. "It will more than hold the weight of two adults." After some quick calculations, Trent cut us the length we needed. I asked him to point us to the eye bolts. Trent led us a few aisles over. When we got there, Trent had a puzzled look on his face. He pointed to a lower shelf, which appeared to be empty. "They should be right there," he said. Charlene squatted in front of the shelf. "Maybe they are pushed back,"she said. She stuck her head under the shelf. When she did, her shirt rode up and her shirts down. The strings of her panties --complete with pink bow -- popped into view. I glanced at Trent. His eyes were glued on her ass and his cheeks were starting to flush. It probably only took Charlene 10 seconds to fish out some bolts, but it felt like 10 minutes. "Are these big enough?" she asked, holding up some bolts behind her. "N-no," Trent stammered. "Let me look for some bigger ones." "I'm already down here," Charlene said, ducking under shelf again. As she rummaged around, I snuck a look at Trent's crotch. I thought I could detect a bulge in his khakis. "How about these?" Charlene asked, pulling out bolts that would certainly hold our weight. "Th-those should work fine," Trent stammered. "Can I help you with anything else?" I thanked him for his help and Trent quickly took his leave. As he got to the end of the aisle, he yelled to a coworker that he was taking a break and disappeared into the back of the store. We paid for our items and walked to my pickup parked outside. As I shut the door, I turned to Charlene. "You little slut," I said, barely containing my lecherous grin. "What are you talking about?" she asked, a confused look on her face. I leaned over, reached under her shirt, grabbing the string of her panties, which were still above her shorts. "What, you don't think flashing your panties to the store clerk is slutty?" I asked. "Oh, God," she said. "Are you sure he saw?" "Judging by the bulge in his pants, I'm sure he did," I said. "In fact, I bet he's locked in a bathroom stall right now, jerking off while he thinks about your underwear." A mischievous smile broke across her face. "Ohhh, how exciting," she said. "You like teasing him, don't you?" I asked. "I like turning him on," she said. "But I'm no tease. Maybe we should go back." "And what would that accomplish?" I asked. Charlene slid across the truck's bench seat and put her lips close to my ear. "If he liked my panties, I'm sure he'd love my wet lips," she said. "Do you think he has a big dick? I bet he's never had head as good as I can give." "I'm sure that's true," I replied. "Would you like to watch?" Charlene asked. "Can you imagine me on my knees, his big cock in my throat as my ass just waiting for you to fuck it?" I let out a little moan, but didn't reply. Charlene's hand had fallen into my lap and my erection was the affirmation she sought. "Or maybe you should suck his dick," she said, slowly rubbing my cock through my shorts. "Would get him ready for me? All hard and wet and anxious to fuck? Would you like to watch that?" "Oh, yessss," I moaned. "I want to suck you while he takes you from behind. I want to feel your cum fill my mouth as his fills your bottom." As Charlene started to unzip my pants, movement in my peripheral vision caught my attention. It was another shopper, headed to his car. I was pretty sure he hadn't seen us, but he did bring me back to reality. "Uhhh, sweetie, you better stop," I said. "We don't want to end up in jail." Charlene gave in, sliding over to her side of the truck. "Spoilsport," she said, a gleam in her eye. We didn't talk much on the way home, each lost in our thoughts of taking home the hardware store clerk. * * * When we got home, I busied myself with getting the swing hung. It took a couple of hours to cut extra support beams to shore up the rafters and get the bolts in the proper position in the ceiling for the swing. I was just getting out of the shower when Charlene called me to dinner. We split a bottle of wine with our food, and I was feeling a bit buzzed when we finished. Charlene left me on the couch while she went to bathe. I found a college football game on TV and was watching it when she reappeared an hour later. "Do you think my admirer from today would approve of this?" she asked as she walked into the room. She was wearing white thigh-high stockings and heels underneath a lacy, light pink matching bra and thong panty set. My cock stiffened in my pants as she came to stand in front of me. "I approve, that's for damn sure," I said, sitting up while wrapping my arms around her hips. "You look so innocent and dirty at the same time." "Stop it, you're making me blush," she said. I kissed her just above her panty line and inhaled deeply. The mix of her feminine perfume with just a hint of masculinity underneath stirred a desire deep within me. Something was stirring in Charlene as well. Her cock, tucked between her legs, was starting to push against her panties. "That's not all I'm going to make you do," I said. "Let's go." I took her by the hand and led her to our new play room. Charlene loved the swing and couldn't wait to get in it. I wish I could report getting her in the swing was smooth and sexy. It wasn't. It took us a few minutes and a couple of tries to get her situated. We giggled our way through, until Charlene was comfortable. She pulled me by the hand until I was standing next to her head. "Get naked," she said. I complied, my cock rising as I turned back to her. Turning her head, she took my dick into her mouth. As she licked and sucked at my shaft, I pushed her bra away from her nipples, giving each some attention with the tips of my fingers until they stiffened. A few gentle tugs on her stiff nipples had Charlene moaning around my cock. I ran my hand across her torso and freed her stiff cock from her pretty panties. Her hard shaft felt good in my hand as I slowly stroked her. I let go of her cock, my hand traveling past her balls, until my fingers were between her cheeks. She gasped as my fingertips brushed past her rosebud. The sight of her, with my cock in her mouth and her lingerie pushed askew, my fingers touching her under her panties while her stiff dick stood in anticipation, a pearl of precum glistening at the tip, was too much. I could feel my balls tightening. I pulled my cock from her mouth before it was too late. My dick head left her lips with an audible pop. I leaned over and kissed her, the aftertaste of my dick thick on her lips and tongue. As I broke away, I rubbed my cock, wet from her mouth and my precome, on her nipple. "You look so fucking hot, baby," I said. "I can hardly control myself." "Don't, baby. Fuck me, use me." I dropped to my knees between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. I pushed my face into her behind and let my tongue flutter across her asshole. Charlene cooed with delight. "That's it, fuck me with your tongue," she moaned. "Get me ready for your dick." I pushed and poked at her hole, teasing her with my mouth as I let my own arousal back down. As I licked her, I opened my eyes to see her cock towering over me, precum streaking down her shaft. I let my tongue push up past her taint, over her balls and onto her shaft. When I got to the top, I kissed and sucked at her crown, scooping up a dollop of her precum. I grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto my fingers. As my slick fingers began to explore her pliant backdoor, I took her dick back between my lips. I tried to hold still, just letting her cock rest between the roof of my mouth and my tongue. When my fingers pushed past her sphincter, Charlene moaned and arched her back. Her cock swelled in my mouth and for a second, I thought she was going to come. "Oh, baby," she moaned. "Fuck me. Give me that dick. I need it." I stood and jacked some lube onto my cock before rubbing it between get cheeks and then letting my shaft glide past hers. "Don't tease me," she said. "Fuck me. Please." I lined my cock up with her rosebud and grabbed the swing straps with my hand, pulling her onto me. As my cock slipped inside her, we both moaned our approval. I stood still, using the swing's momentum to let her glide in and out on my dick. It was an entirely new experience, towering over her, as I had many times before, yet her weight and momentum provided all the movement. "It feels like I'm flying," she said, "with only your cock holding me down." My balls were tight against my groin and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I let go of the swing, my right hand grabbing her cock and my left reaching for her sticky nipple. I pulled her dick back toward my abdomen, using it like a saddlehorn to keep my cock buried inside her. I rubbed her nipple until it did erect so I could gently pinch at it. "Oh, shit, baby. I'm going to come," she moaned. "Oh shit. Oh shit. Ohhhhh, shiiiiiiiit." Charlene's cock erupted, some of her cum landing on my chest and some on her belly. The ripples that shot through her ass was all I could take. My cock swelled as I bucked my hips filling her ass with my seed as a shout of pleasure left my lips. I scooped some of cum off me and sucked it off my fingers. I found some more and fed it to Charlene as she caught her breath. She sucked on my fingers, her eyes locked on mine, with a look that was both sweet and dirty at the same time. She let go as my shrinking cock slipped from her bottom. "Take me to bed, baby," she said. "That is, if you can figure out how to get me out of this thing." Welcome Home Ch. 04 As always, comments and criticism welcome. ***** I woke up late Sunday morning in an empty bed. In the kitchen, I found a note from Charlene: "You looked so comfortable, I decided to let you sleep. I have some shopping to do. I'll see you later." I settled on to the couch with a cup of coffee and pro football on the TV. It was nearing halftime of the day's second game when I heard Charlene coming through the front door. She was dressed in her male clothes - short khaki shorts and a vaguely feminine top - and carrying two bags from a lingerie store downtown. She sat the bags down and leaned over to kiss me. "Getting a lot done today, I see," she said, flashing me a grin. "I'm saving my energy for you, baby," I said. "What's in the bags? " "The big one is for me," she said, giving me a quick peek inside. "I'll show you later." I saw something black and lacy, but I couldn't tell what it was. Charlene picked up the smaller bag and set it in my lap. "This is for you," she said. "Open it." Inside I found a pair of neatly folded sheer white lace bikini panties. I held them up, looking at the delicate material. Something about them wasn't right, though I couldn't quite figure it out. My puzzlement must have been evident on my face. Looking down at me, Charlene said, "I've always thought virgins should wear white." I looked up at her, my confusion deepening. Charlene bent over and leaned in close to my ear. "You are going to wear these to bed tonight and I'm going to fuck your virgin ass," she said. I started to say something, but Charlene kissed me, hard. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and my cock stiffened in my shorts. She broke our connection and stood up. "It's not up for debate," she said. "Now get your ass up off that couch and help me. I've got groceries to carry in." We busied ourselves with making and eating dinner. Charlene never mentioned what was going to happen later, instead telling me of her shopping adventures and chatting about the week ahead for each of us. But her earlier words echoed in my head as we talked. Afterward, when the dishes were in the dishwasher, she brought the small lingerie bag in and handed it to me. "Take this with you to the guest bathroom," she said. "After you take a nice hot bath using the bubble bath I've left in there and get yourself squeaky clean, put these on and wait for me on the couch." I hurried off to the bathroom as Charlene headed upstairs to the master bath. I started filling the tub with hot water and stripped off my clothes. I opened the lingerie bag and lifted the panties out. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cock stood at attention between my legs. I could hardly wait to get a real dick inside me, but there was a sense of dread, too. Had I forced Charlene to give in? Would If change our relationship for the worse? I considered marching upstairs and demanding we talk this out. But it occurred to me, as I stood there holding the panties she'd bought for me, that the time for talking had passed. I took a pair of grooming scissors from the medicine cabinet and trimmed my pubes as I sat on the toilet. The sheer panties didn't leave much to the imagination, and I didn't want to be too hairy. After my trim job, I slipped into the tub, my dick poking through the bubbles Charlene had insisted on. The bubble bath had a feminine smell, something I was sure she'd planned. The warm water was soothing and my cock flagged as I relaxed. But when I started to wash myself, my erection rose again when I touched my asshole. I slipped a soapy finger into my rectum, wanting to be clean inside and out for her. Worried I was keeping her waiting, I finished up, dried off and pulled the panties up over my knees until the fabric was snug against my crotch. I was ready to be fucked. * * * I shouldn't have worried about making Charlene wait for me. I sat on the couch, acutely aware I was wearing women's underwear, for at least 20 minutes before I heard her coming down the stairs. When she stepped into view, my breath caught in my throat. The black lacy thing I'd gotten a peek at earlier turned out to be a corset, which accentuated the curve of her hip. On her legs were a pair of lace-top thigh-high stockings and she was wearing black stilettos that clicked on the hardwood floor as she came toward me. But what captivated my attention was her hard cock, which was framed by a small pair of black lace crotchless panties. She'd pulled the waistband down so that what fabric existed in the tiny underwear sat just above the base of her dick, framing it in a way that was very visually erotic. "Like what you see?" she asked. "You look amazing," I said, forcing myself to break my gaze on her cock and look her in the eye. "I like your panties," she said. "Not as much as I like yours," I said. "Show me." Charlene stepped closer and I scooted forward on the couch, until her dick was in my face. I leaned in and gently kissed its head. "That's it, baby," Charlene said. "Worship my cock. Show me how much you want me to take your virginity." I lifted her cock with my fingers and pushed it back until her shaft was pressed against her abdomen. After licking my lips, I pressed them to the base of her cock and slowly slid toward the head. I worked my way up and down, my tongue parting my lips to give her more sensation and let me taste her skin. "Ooh, I like that," Charlene said with a sigh. I was aware. My ministrations had the precum bubbling from her dick and I could taste it as it dribbled down her erection. I let my lips slip from her, causing her dick to drop. I opened my mouth and as I took as much of her in, I looked up at her face. Charlene was gazing down at me, watching as I worshiped her. Her hand gently gripped the back of my head and held me on her cock. Normally, I'd want to work her dick, pushing her toward an orgasm into my willing throat. But that's not what this was about. Instead, I moved my tongue against the underside of her dick while otherwise holding still, my eyes locked on hers. After a few minutes, Charlene gently pulled away and leaned over to kiss me. "Let's go upstairs," she said. She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. She stood me in front of antique dressing mirror I'd purchased for her not long after we started dating. Flat-footed, we're nearly the same height. In her heels, she loomed over my shoulder as we looked at our reflection. "You look good in panties, baby," she said. "Maybe you should wear them more often." She wrapped her arms around my torso, pulling me close. Her fingernails brushed past my nipples as she kissed the side of my neck. I moaned, loudly. My cock pushed against the thin material of my panties and I arched my back, grinding my bottom against her crotch. She let her right hand slip across my abdomen until it reached my pantyline, where her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin just above my dick. When she grabbed my dick through the panties and squeezed, she pinched my nipple with equal force. I nearly exploded. The rest of the world faded into the background, leaving just her hands, my cock and my nipple. "Ohhhh," I moaned. "Take me, baby. I need you." Charlene led me to the bed and I laid on my back. She climbed between my legs and reached for my panties, leaving me naked and open below her. She leaned toward the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube. As she stretched past me to reach it, her cock brushed past mine. I grabbed her hips and held her to me as I pushed up aganst her erection. Her face came to mine and she kissed me as she moved her hips and pushed our cocks together between us. Charlene ground her cock against mine as my hands roamed her body. I was so turned on, I worried I might come all over her pretty lingerie. She sat up between my legs and made a show of squeezing lube onto her fingers, which she slipped between my cheeks. When her fingers found my rosebud, I gasped. She teased and probed at my hole before slipping her fingers inside me. With her other hand, Charlene slowly stroked my dick as she fucked me with her fingers. The sensation was heavenly, but I wanted more. "I'm ready, baby," I said. Charlene pushed my legs back and I hooked my hands under my knees to hold myself open. After spreading lube onto her cock, she lined up with my waiting manpussy and gently pushed. With a couple of easy strokes, my sphincter opened and Charlene slipped inside me. I moaned so loudly, I wondered if the neighbors could hear. As her dick disappeared into my ass, I was flooded with love and lust. I'd never felt closer to her than I did at that moment and at the same time, I wanted her to fuck the hell out of me. "Oooohhhh, so good," I moaned. "So good." Charlene took long, slow strokes in and out of my ass, letting all but her cock's head slip from my grip before plunging back inside. Her fingers found my nipples, sending an electric shock straight to my cock. "I'm so close, baby," I gasped. She pumped faster, grabbing my dick with her left hand as her right pulled urgently at my nipple. The strongest orgasm of my life ripped through my body. My back arched, my ass clamped down on her cock and I nearly screamed as my dick shot ropes of cum across my chest and face. The pressure of my orgasm pushed Charlene over the edge and she filled me with her load as the sweetest little whimper escaped her lips. She collapsed atop me as we tried to catch our breath. She scooped some of my cum that landed on my face and fed it to me with her finger before kissing me deeply. "That was pretty great," she said. I smiled and pulled her close. We snuggled, basking in the afterglow of not only the sex, but also the possibles it meant for our future. I don't remember falling asleep. When I awoke Monday morning, I found a note on the nightstand propped against my neatly folded panties. "I can't wait to see what next weekend brings. Love, C"