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Amy Ch. 01

By: Dean_Moriarty



I met Amy and Jen a few weeks ago. It was a Monday night and after making the rounds, seeing all my other industry buddies (Chicago bartenders), the last stop was a 4AM spot called Nick's. It was just myself and a friend closing out the evening so we grabbed a couple bottles of Stella and headed to the pool tables. None of the four were vacant, but at the second were two hotties playing a couple of busters--and beating them which was very convenient with us on deck. 

I was instantly attracted to Amy. Her face was beautiful and she just had that "body built for sin"--spectacular curves but not cartoonish or ridiculous. The magnetism between us was instant, palpable and heavy. I am a good pool player and we weren't hustling or anything, but the ladies did beat us the first game and naturally, a rematch was in order. Both our friends decided to sit this one out and this time Amy put a little side bet on it, but the stakes were left ambiguous. Not that it mattered in the least, but I did win the second game and collected my prize--a simple but electrically charged kiss. 

Jen hopped into a cab, but the rest of us were stumbling distance from our apartments. Geoff (who has a girlfriend) split off and I walked Amy home through the snow. She invited me inside and we couldn't keep our hands off each other. I stood behind her in the living room with my chest pressed against her shoulders and my fingers inching from her hips up her sides and to her collar. With my left hand under her chin, she threw her head back and I devoured her neck like a vampire. I used my right to slowly undo her blouse. Rolling it off her shoulders, I butterfly kissed my way down her spine until on my knees. With my lips patrolling the small of Amy's back, I unhooked her bra and loosened her belt and jeans. I peeled the denim down just inches to savor her hips for a few moments Even inside, there was a lingering February chill and countless goosebumps appeared on her tanned sides as I removed her pants and helped her step from her socks. I could not resist turning her around to breath in the musky scent and remove her lacy red thong. I licked from her toned thighs to her cute sunken belly button and perky, large C-cup breasts--each nipple pierced with a chrome bar. I was now standing, looking into her smouldering dark eyes. She returned my gaze and without ever losing it, removed my shirt and slacks, tossing them where we stood.

It was time to adjourn to her room. We leapt into bed and kissed. I love tender, moist lips and just a bit of tongue--not someone giving me a tonsil exam and i have to admit she was terrific. After caressing her powdery skin, she rolled onto her stomach. I straddled her thighs and proceeded to massage her. Over the course of ten minutes, firm kneading of her shoulders became delicate feathery strokes down her back which became fingers relentlessly probing from her neck up though the silky hair which was then given a little tug. By now I was ravenous for her pussy and as I loosened my grip, I licked my way down her body and over her spectacular ass. It was full but narrow and I spread her cheeks as I ran my tongue down her crack until i was lightly grazing her labia. I shifted off to the side and admired her figure in the flickering candle light and certainly leaving her with a few seconds of intense anticipation. I resumed the feathery-light finger tip contact from shoulder to foot and back up the inside of her thighs which she was inching apart. I licked a single finger to graze her outer lips. I teasingly raised my finger slightly so that it was just off her skin, but whether it was the neatly trimmed hairs, the heat, or some other innate form of perception, she arched her back and thrust her hips upward for more every time I pulled just out of reach. Soon enough her hips were tantalizingly raised off the bed. I gave her cheeks a few smacks which were all too well received. I gave her what she was moaning for and let my finger plunge between the hot wet folds and thumb roll over her clit.

Even if she could stand the exquisite torture any longer, I couldn't. I got between her legs, wrapped my hands around the tops of her thighs, and buried my face in her pussy. Sucking her lips. Sucking her clit. Penetrating her pussy with my tongue and licking her adorable little asshole. I was ravenous and it was all to the soundtrack of her sighs and labored breathing. Amy shuddered and squirmed, but I only took that as a cue to stuff a couple pillows under her hips and my cock into her dripping box. I started slowly and savored watching my dick relentlessly plow into her soft slick pussy from behind. I spanked her a couple times then let my thumb massage her wrinkled anus--eventually working it inside. We worked up a more feverish pace and I once again gripped her hair and pulled her head back as I exploded inside. I collapsed on top of her and we locked ourselves in embrace.

Stay tuned for Part II

Amy Ch. 01



My name is Nathan. I'm a twenty year old college student on the Northwest. I'm a junior now and English major. My best friend, Amy, is an English major too but she's a couple years behind me in school. Even though she's younger we've always been best friends, even since we were playmates living just across the street from each other and going to elementary school together. Amy just started going to the same college as me so we decided to get an apartment and live together. I've always had feelings for her ever since we started to mature into our teens, but I've always kept them secret.

She and I have dated other people and held each other while we cried or laughed at the problems of our respective love lives. We've never considered seriously dating, but I cherish every moment with her. We've hugged and kissed on the lips – we do frequently, in fact – calling them our "friend kisses." When I feel her full sensual lips against mine I often get hard instantly, and I have to try my hardest to hide it from her.

Amy is the most beautiful girl I've ever laid eyes on. She's five feet and three inches tall – petite and adorable and incredibly sexy. She's thin, athletic, and toned. She's got short red hair which she always has straightened and curled outward at the ends. Her eyes are dark green and she's got full pouting lips that I've often fantasized about being wrapped around my cock. She has bronzed skin which fits her nicely. Her tits fill out a c-cup with just enough spilling out to make me drool over her when she's not paying attention. Her hips and legs have perfect curves and her ass is full, round and soft – the perfect "heart-shaped" ass. Every other woman I've ever seen has been compared to her. I've never seen Amy naked but I've imagined her that way countless times.

Since she's moved in, my cock has been aching for release. Even after masturbating constantly while fantasizing about fucking her in every position imaginable, fucking her mouth and her tits, or cumming on her face, I've still been aching to actually act out these fantasies. Her behavior doesn't exactly help things either. Since she's moved in, she's started to get more relaxed around me now that we live together. When she's bumming around in the evening, she wears a black sports bra which lifts and separates her tits perfectly and advertises her cleavage. She wears nothing over the bra, and also wears one of a few different bottoms which drive me wild.

Sometimes she wears a loose pair of black sweat pants which hand perfectly over the curves of her ass, accentuating it nicely. She's taken the draw string out of them "to make them more loose and comfy" she says. However, all it makes the sweats do is slide down over her hips and nearly fall off. She has to pull them back up constantly, and I've seen them fall down enough several times to glimpse the crack of her ass. In other words, they slid down far enough to tell me she wasn't wearing any panties.

When she comes back from working out at the nearby gym, she leaves on her tights in the evenings, which she wears shorts over at the gym. However, I get the privilege of seeing her in those tights without the shorts over them. They fit so tightly it's like a second skin. I can see every curve and contour of her perfect ass. The crease of her ass rises and falls against each thigh with every step she takes. Her ass jiggles slightly with every step – the perfect soft round ass.

The best of all though, is the shorts she sometimes wears. They're so tight and revealing they might as well be panties but she calls them her "shorties." They're gray athletic jogging shorts that are several sizes too small for her. Amy wears them unabashed around the apartment in front of me. They ride up into the crack of her ass and cover only half of each ass cheek. The waist band is so low that I can almost see the crack of her ass emerging form the top. In the front, its cut so low that I can tell she must shave her pussy at least most of the way clean. Not only is she certainly not wearing panties under these but I get to watch the bare bottom of her ass sway and jiggle with every step she takes around the apartment. I've sat in the living room pretending to watch television for over an hour once while I watched her clean the kitchen in these "shorties."

I loved my chance to see more of Amy, but my cock was in pain all the time. I needed to have her but was afraid to voice my feelings. What if she felt different? Then our friendship would be destroyed. I resigned myself to fantasizing about her wildly and masturbating.

One Friday night, Amy was going out to a part down the street at a Frat house. I was staying in to catch up on some reading as I was getting too far behind. "You sure you don't want to come?" she asked from her room across the hall as she dressed to go out.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks for the invite though, hon," I replied.

"No problem," she said. "Can you come in here for a second? I need your help with something."

I dutifully got up and meandered into her room. I saw her standing in front of her full length mirror checking herself out. She was dressed to kill. She was wearing a tight black spaghetti strap tank top which was cut so low her nipples were almost exposed. Her tits were spilling out of it and – of course – she was wearing no bra. Her tits jiggled and bounced as she turned to smile at me. I smiled back, gulping as discreetly as possible and sitting on the edge of the bed to hide my growing erection. She was also wearing a short denim skirt which came only an inch at most below her ass. Her long toned and bronzed legs were accented nicely by the heels she was wearing.

"What do you need, hon?" I asked trying to hide my frayed nerves.

"I was just wondering what you thought about how I looked," she replied.

I smiled and said, "You look amazing as usual, hon."

"Aw, thanks, sweetie," she said and grinned really big. "Do you think this top makes my tits look nice?" she asked as she reached up and squeezed them, lifted them, and let them fall and bounce.

I gulped audibly and said, "Yeah, hon. They look great." I checked out her tits again now that I had an excuse but I felt like she was surely going to be onto me.

She laughed, "You don't have to stare too long," and winked. "What about the skirt? Look nice?"

I simply nodded and smiled nervously.

She asked, "Do you think I should wear panties under it?"

My jaw must have dropped a little bit. "Don't you have any panties on now?" I asked.

"Nope. I hate panties. I almost never wear them. But this skirt is so short I thought maybe I should. Especially since I'm going to a frat party. What do you think?"

My dick was swelling. She never wore panties? I had to masturbate as soon as she left. She was turning me on so much, it was cruel. "I think you should probably wear some, just to be safe at the party," I finally said after a moment of thought.

"Okay," she said, "come pick a pair out for me." She opened the top drawer of her dresser and walked off to start applying some more make-up in the bathroom just outside her door. She left me to look through her panty drawer alone. I walked over to it and looked inside, finding – true to her word – a scarce selection. She didn't have much underwear to choose from since she rarely wore any. But what she did have was nothing but thongs and – more frequently – g-strings. I sorted through them licking my lips.

I picked out a sheer black g-string and carried it to her in the bathroom. I nearly stumbled when I saw her bent over the counter applying bright red lipstick. She was bent over far enough that the bottom of her ass was peaking out from under her skirt. She looked over at me and smiled, apparently not noticing.

"Uh, you might want to be careful about how you bend over at the party," I said smiling.

Amy laughed and giggled, standing up straighter and pulling her skirt down. "Oh, sorry, sweetie,"

she said as she laughed. "Have something for me?"

I held out the sheer g-string.

"Oooh, nice choice," she said as she took it from my hands and bent over – facing me – to put it on. I looked down her top while she bent over to admire her tits, which literally almost spilled out as she put her thong on. I briefly imagined my cock sliding back and forth between her tits while she sucked the head. She stood up straight and pulled the thong all the way up, giving me a nice glimpse of her legs but not quite of her pussy. "I love sheer thongs," she said. "Good thing I shave down there, then, huh?" she laughed.

I gulped audibly again and told her to be careful at the party and have fun. I gave her a hug being careful not to press my erection against her and give myself away. "Love you, hon," I said, kissing her gently on the lips.

"Love you too, sweetie," she said and bounced out the door.

As soon as she was gone I locked the door and went back into her room. The panty drawer was still open and I sorted through it some more, admiring some of the lacey things inside and imagining them on her. I felt something misshapen underneath the stack of thongs at the end of the drawer and lifted the panties on top aside to find out what it was. To my surprise, I discovered a vibrator and a squeeze bottle of lubricant. My cock got hard instantly. There was a baggie next to the vibrator with alternate tips which could be added onto the vibrator for different kinds for stimulation or even for penetration. My hand slid inside the waist of my athletic shorts and I instantly started stroking my cock.

I searched frantically at the bottom of the drawer for anything else and found a few porn DVDs. I immediately slipped one into her DVD player and took the tube of lubricant out as I slid my pants and shirt off. I lay down on Amy's bed, surrounded by the smell of her, and started to masturbate with her lube as I watched her porn. My cock was swollen and aching. I couldn't take much more teasing from Amy.

As I masturbated, I imagined the people in the porn were Amy and I, fucking like animals, getting out all of our animal aggression and lust in one monstrous fuck. I imagined it was me cumming on Amy's face after fucking her in four different positions. I continued to stroke my cock until I was close to cumming. When I was, I reached over and pulled a pair of red lacey thong panties from Amy's drawer and wrapped them around the head of my cock. I kept stroking it faster and faster, moaning Amy's name and imagining it was me in the porno about to blast a load across her stomach and tits. At the same moment the woman in the porn was covered in cum, I started to squirt jet after jet of cum into Amy's panties. They felt instantly soaked wet, as I kept cumming for a full minute. My jizz was literally dripping from them. I took them from her room and tossed them into the bottom of my hamper. I decided I would keep them later as a souvenir.

I replaced everything in Amy's drawer as best I could and gathered my clothes off of her floor, tossing them into my hamper as well. I slid into my bed naked – which is how I always slept – and turned off the light. I lay awake thinking about Amy. She wasn't as innocent as I used to imagine her, but that didn't detract from my attraction. It only made me want her more.

Neither one of us was dating anyone at the time, and this thought – coupled with many others of lust and desire – drifted across my mind that night. They contributed, I think, to my eventual increase in bravery where flirting and carrying on with Amy was concerned.



Amy Ch. 01



Chapter 01: My Brother-In-Law

[This is a work of fiction. All places, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

It was the summer of 1946, and my, my! The traffic going to the train station in Chicago was horrible! My eighteen year old son was taking me. I was going to go out west to a ranch in Colorado for a long delayed vacation. The horse ranch, the Circle 8, was owned by my deceased husband's brother, Raymond. I had not seen Ray for ten years. My husband, Larry, and I lived in Florida, until the late war started and Ray was very busy raising horses, so we seldom got together. The war increased our separation from Ray and mine from my husband when he was called back into service to work in intelligence. 

Shortly after the war began, I moved back to Chicago to be near relatives and to get a new job. Just after I received the government telegram informing me of Larry's death in January of 1944, I called Ray to tell him. Ray immediately invited me out to his Colorado ranch to get away and to rest, but I declined. In my June birthday card, Ray again invited me, but it wasn't until his 1945 Christmas card and enclosed train ticket to Colorado that the wheels were set in motion and I decided to go come summer. Now, here it is June and I am on my way.

I am in my mid forties (in 1946), but still athletically fit and toned as I work out at a gym four to five days a week for two hours each time. I stand six feet in my bare feet and top the scales at 145 lbs. My boobs measure a cool 35 E and my butt still tucks up nice and tight. My long, shapely legs complement my long torso and my long arms. I am not scrawny, but I am long, lean, and mean. I have not dated since my husband died, but I did have one six week affair that ended badly over a year ago and I have been steadily horny as hell again ever since.

Well, son Carl got me to the station and onto the correct platform to board the train to Colorado. We hugged tightly and kissed goodbye and then Carl watched as I boarded for the two day, one night trip. The porter walked me to the Pullman car car and found my berth compartment where I stowed my bags and gear. As I left my room to go to the dining car, I saw a young, blonde stud in the narrow aisle giving me the eye. I only got a quick glance at him as I squeezed past him in the confined space, but I liked what I saw. It must have showed, because he managed to brush a boob and cop a feel of my ass as we passed! That set the electric sparks tingling between my ass and my boobs! I got to the diner and sat at a table and ordered a bloody mary. While I was perusing the menu for the evening meal, the young stud from the sleeping car sat down one table in front of and facing me.

I kept my eyes on the menu (with surreptitious looks over it) and he kept his eyes on me! The waiter appeared and I ordered fillet minion, augratin potatoes, creamed asparagus, coffee, and cherry cobbler with ice cream. A short time later, the waiter reappeared with another bloody mary and said it was complements of the young gentleman at the next table. I raised my glass and my head, made eye contact with the stud and nodded my thanks.

He slowly rose and came over to my table. He said, "Hi, my name is Kurt. May I join you?" 

"Yes," I said, "that would be nice, I do not like to eat alone." The waiter appeared and took Kurt's order. We both simultaneously started to ask, "Where are you......." I finished alone, "Going?" 

We laughed and he said, "I am headed to Oregon and a new job as a truck driver in the logging industry." He said he was thirty-one and had been a heavy equipment operator in Florida.

I said, "I am going to Colorado to the ranch owned and operated by my brother. It is a long awaited vacation for me." 

He asked, "What do you do?" 

I said, "I have owned and managed a real estate business in Florida for a number of years, but I moved back to Chicago at the start of the late war." 

He said, "I see you do not wear a wedding ring." 

I replied, "No, I lost my husband at the Battle of Bulge in Belgium and I have been a widow for two years now and unattached." We continued our get acquainted conversation until the food arrived. We were both so hungry that silence reigned while we kept our mouths busy working on food rather than words. But other means of communication were about to begin!

I was wearing a light summer dress with half slip and strapless bra that pushed my boobs up and revealed a large amount of deep cleavage. The dress had a very low, scooped neck line. I was barefoot in sandals. Kurt was dressed in light slacks, light short sleeved shirt and loafers. As we started to eat, I felt a stocking foot begin to rub my left calf. I smiled and the foot moved up under my dress to my thigh to rub some more. Then the foot withdrew while we finished our meal.

We ordered an after dinner drink and continued to chat. I had leaned far forward as many times as I dared while we were eating, This gave Kurt a very good down cleavage view each time. As we neared the bottom of the glass on our drinks, I felt the foot return, this time directly to my inner thigh, and smiled again. Kurt saw me shiver some and advanced the foot further. He was now rubbing his foot over my panty clad pussy mound, underneath my skirt. I shivered some more!

The look on his face was priceless when Kurt suddenly found my bare foot rubbing his stiffening dick! And was that ever a fat cock! After a couple of minutes of this, my bare foot may have felt a small wet spot, but I wasn't sure. I said, "Why don't we retire to my sleeping compartment where we can have some privacy?" Kurt replied, "Great idea." We both replaced our missing footgear and walked out.

I unlocked my berthing compartment and Kurt held the door while I walked in. As he entered and closed the door, I turned and embraced him. We kissed, deeply and passionately. I was hornier than horny and turned aggressive. Our mouths opened. Tongues entwined. We licked and slurped in a long French kiss. Kurt began to nibble and lick on my neck, jaw, and ear, first on one side and then on the other. Meanwhile, his hands had captured my butt and were squeezing rhythmically as he pulled my pussy in tight against his erect cock.

Kurt began to bunch my dress up in back, exposing my panty clad ass cheeks to his roving hands. One hand slipped under the waistband of my panties and then began moving down my butt crack further and further, and a finger momentarily probed my brown rose before it then probed further down and under to caress the ever growing wet spot on my panty clad pussy. Kurt suddenly removed his hand and took it up under my skirt from the front.

Kurt's hand now was playing with my pussy from the front and rubbing up and down my outer lips beside and under my panties. I had managed to get his pants unzipped and had his huge cock out, stroking it up and down. I said, "Enough of this, let's get these clothes off!" I slowly stripped off Kurt's shoes and socks, then his shirt and trousers. This left his huge piece of man meat sticking straight out of the opening in his briefs. I paused long enough to suck several moans out of him and then stripped off his briefs. Now his cock was pointing straight up at me while it bobbed and twitched in anticipation. Pre cum was clearly leaking out in a slow, steady stream.

Kurt then undressed me slowly and sensuously. Then he proceeded to my tits. I backed up, leading by a strangle hold on his stiff dick and fell back on the berth the porter had earlier made ready for the night. But it was so cramped and small, we quickly dropped to the floor on pillows. Kurt immediately began licking and sucking on my tits and nipples. My aureole are large and my nipples erected nearly a half inch and rock hard. Kurt scooted up some and placed his big dick between my huge tits. I pressed them together and he began a slow tit fuck. His leaking pre cum was providing some lubrication.

As his circumcised cock head popped out the top of my cleavage, I put my mouth over it and licked and sucked for all I was worth. We continued in this fashion for several minutes. "I need my pussy taken care of, Kurt, use your mouth, now!" Kurt moved down and began to lick up and down my gash. His tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into my slit, doing a merry go round on my clit every time he reached the top until he finally stopped at my cunt hole. He plunged in and he gave me a real tongue fucking, so good that I came in wave after wave of pleasure.

My pelvis was undulating rapidly by now. Kurt moved up slightly and positioned his cock on my pussy. He moved that big fuck stick up and down my slit as he previously had done with his tongue. I was leaking pussy juice all over that big dick. I started to cum again and just kept on cumming! I was now bucking so hard that Kurt had some trouble getting his purple cock head into my cunt hole, but he finally managed. As he plunged into my heavenly gate, Kurt arched his back and drove all the way in to his balls as I continued to cum, non stop, in successive rolls of pleasure and moans.

Kurt was so up that he only got three deep thrusts in before he blew his load in squirt after squirt of cock cream, deep into my pussy. I continued to squeal and moan in roll after roll of orgasmic release until I finally shivered into a limp stillness, barely able to breathe. 

"Damn, woman, you are some piece of hot ass. I don't find many I can't keep up with, but you are one of them! Shit, you are some sex fiend! 

I replied, "It has been a long time since I had a cock. I guess it showed how horny I was--still am for that matter!"

Kurt then said, "Yeah, and I'm sorry, I tend to shoot too soon for most women on the first go 'round. I can go much longer on the second go 'round." He would soon proceed to prove that true!

It took us some time to recover and clean each other up, which almost led to another fuck session as I wiped his cock down and he did the same to my pussy. We then tried to lay on the lower birth, but the space was so cramped, it did not work any better than the first try. So, we opened the upper birth and he climbed up while I took the lower and we slept for a couple of hours. We did this off an on all night, fucking and sleeping, fucking and sleeping. We finally cleaned up the final time sometime after dawn and went to the dinning car for breakfast.

After eating, we parted company and with fond goodbyes, went our separate ways, he to his compartment to catch up his paper work (and, I suspect, to chase the redhead I had seen him watching from the corner of his eye) and me to the observation car to enjoy the scenery for the final eight hours of the train ride. After a late lunch, I chatted with other passengers and watched the world go by outside until the train pulled into a tiny, rural station in the Colorado ranch country. The tiny station was the only building in sight. It was the kind where the train only stops if the conductor has been alerted to the need to stop to let a passenger on or off at a specified stop.

I climbed down onto the station platform and looked around as the train chugged off down the track. The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows. The slight breeze was blowing dust devils here and there and tumble weed, well, I guess, tumbled! But, I was alone on the platform with my three suitcases and large steamer trunk. There was not even an office or a ticket agent at this isolated place, to break the eerie loneliness and silence--just the wind. I was beginning to despair when, off in the distance, I spotted a long, hanging dust cloud that seamed to be headed my direction. Eventually a large, wooden wheeled buckboard, pulled by a matched team of bays, materialized out of the cloud and wheeled up to the end of the platform where the driver slid the team to a stop.

A tall, handsome and dusky cowboy stepped down and walked my way. " Sorry I'm late. You Amy?" he asked as he halted in front of me. 

"Yes," I said, "Who are you?" 

He replied, "I'm Ray, don't you recognize me?" 

"OH MY GOD," I said, "I haven't seen you for so long that, that in truth, no I did not recognize you, you handsome devil you!" 

"You're not so bad looking yourself, Amy, a bit travel worn though." 

"Yes," I said, "I am in desperate need of decent shower facilities and a thorough freshening up!"

Ray was eight years younger than my late husband and I and the hard work on the ranch had kept him more than fit. He was handsome indeed. Six feet, eight inches tall, broad chested, rugged and muscular with close cropped sandy hair, he could have posed as a model for the later Marlboro Man!. He carried my luggage to the buckboard and loaded it. I commented on the large rolled up thing already there, but he made no comment at the time. Then he helped me up onto the passenger seat. Ray had never married, but according to every Christmas note bragging, had quite a social life with the female gender. He would soon prove that he did indeed have quite a way with the ladies!

As we started out, Ray said that it was a two hour drive, by horse, to the ranch at a steady lope, four and a half if the horses walked more than they loped. Since the team had loped a good deal of the way to the station, they would have to walk most of the way back. "That's why," Ray said, "I always carry that bedroll you saw in the back, on long trips, in case of breakdowns or if I would happen to have to stay out overnight". Ray also said," "I like to exercise this driving team as much as possible, hence their presence to pick me up rather than a horseless carriage. After all," he said, "This is a horse ranch and a working one at that."

Now I had a crush on Ray from the time I first met him and he was best man for his brother at our wedding. We let things get out of hand at the wedding dance where we fucked like a pair of horny rabbits in a rushed, ten minute quickie. Not that I hadn't already fucked Larry, because of course, I had. But, I had only seen Ray once since that time, about three years later during his short, two hour visit at our place in Florida. Ray left right after he had supper with Larry and me.

We spent the first half hour of the ride getting reacquainted with each other and renewing old memories, especially, near the end of this conversation, the memory of our quick, "Wham bam, thank you Ma'am" at my wedding twenty years ago. I was still horny has hell even after the train ride, a ride that had only reawakened dormant feelings and desires that would not be soon quenched again. So, When Ray put his arm around me in the chill evening air, I made no resistance whatever. In fact, I snuggled up real close and placed my hand on his inner thigh! The sun was long down and we were by now under a clear sky full of stars with a full moon rising. A coyote wailed in the distance! It was definitely a very romantic setting.

It wasn't long before Ray's hand dipped down into my dress top at the same instant mine moved up to his crotch and found a monster in the making! He began to caress my tits, one, then the other, rolling the nipple each time. My hand on his crotch was being pushed up by a still growing monster. As we began to heat up, Ray said, "Let me tie off the reins to the front rail here and we can get into the back for this. The horses know the way home, they don't need me to guide them!" Then Ray said to the horses, "Dan, Jake, home boys." The horses plodded on at a fast walk, heads bobbing.

Ray climbed over the seat and moved the cargo around to the sides to give us a close but useable space in the middle. Ray helped me over the seat and onto the floor of the rear area. He pulled my dress top down and removed the bra. He then went to work licking and kissing my big boobs, paying special attention to each hard nipple with light nibbles and bites. He said, "God, I have been a very long time waiting for more of this . . . from you! Your nipples taste divine."

As Ray went back to work on my tits, I unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. And I suddenly remembered how monstrously large it had been back at my wedding twenty years ago and it had not gotten any smaller! Deflated, it must have hung down at least eleven inches. But it was not deflated. Ray's big fuck stick was already half erect and my jacking on him quickly brought him to a full, hard erection of almost thirteen inches with a girth of nearly four inches. A real, one eyed monster! He was already dripping pre cum too, getting my hand sticky immediately. As our passion mounted and the moving, swaying buckboard on the bumpy road jolted us, we grew ever more unsteady on our feet.

So, as ray wiggled out of his shirt, I unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor around his boots. He then dropped my dress, half slip, and panties to the floor . . . all on top of his unrolled bed roll blankets and we laid down upon them. "No 'wham bam, thank you Ma'am' this time," Ray said as he dived in head first between my legs and into my pussy. I got a real tongue lashing from him, tender and gentle at first, but then with a growing urgency and fierceness that set me even more on fire. My pussy swelled and tingled as it became engorged with blood. Pussy juice began to flow freely and Ray licked up much of it, but the flow was heavy enough, he could not quite keep up. I moaned with pleasure as Ray used his tongue under my clit and his teeth around it until my clit erected into a miniature, two inch dick. Once again, I began shuddering in rolling, continuous orgasms that would not stop cumming!

Then Ray moved up and mounted me, sliding his cock up and down my slit a time or two going deeper each time until he found the entrance to my heavenly gate. He managed to get his cock head in, but my gyrations bounced him out twice before he managed to sink in. Then Ray thrust hard, all the way in to his balls and held me down and both of us still to savor the moment, a moment that turned into more than two minutes that we lay still with me impaled on that monster thirteen inches! It felt deliriously pleasurable! I screamed in delight, "OH MY GOD, oh my God, YES, YES, YES! My orgasms continued, unabated, my physical motion muted by Ray holding me down. My cervix must have been displaced quite a bit to get that monster in that deep and I no doubt was going to feel it in spades on the morrow!

Now, this buckboard at least, was sprung with a transverse leaf spring at both ends (Ray explained this much, much later after my inquiry). Better than none at all, but still a damned sight more stiff than a modern car. But, as Ray once again began to pump slowly in and out of my pussy, the buckboard bounced over the rough road almost in time to his thrusts in a crazy kind of "assisted cock pump." It felt pretty damned good in my pussy, but it was hard as hell on my back, despite the clothes and blankets we had underneath us. 

Ray was so big and my pussy was stretched so far and tight, we just did a very slow fuck for nearly twenty minutes. My orgasms, though weakened, had still not abated, but continued, one after the other like a machine, until Ray finally orgasmed in a shuddering burst and thrust that pumped so much cock cream with my copious pussy juices that we made an indescribable mess of everything under and around us on the floor of the buckboard. I collapsed like a wet noodle, spent and exhausted from non stop orgasms that finally petered out (pun intended). I was gasping for breath, I was very close to needing oxygen! It was a very good thing there would be few people around the ranch house until morning. Our clothes were a disaster beyond belief. But i also knew I wanted to see a very great deal more of this man and his great fuck stick than just this night! 

Our clean up attempt nearly had us fucking again. Ray licked and sucked my pussy and crack clean and dry of our combined juices and then I did the same to his cock and balls. Ray, or rather his fuck stick, was standing at full attention again long before we were completely done. I say attempted because we were so full of sex juices and smells, I wonder that even the horses could stand us! Ray leaned against his large bedroll and I sat between his legs and leaned against him with his arms around me and his exposed dick upright against my back. Ray played with my tits and my pussy for more than half an hour. I finally said, "Ray, you got me leaking again!" 




Amy Ch. 01



He replied, "It's ok, we are approaching the rock pool. We can get down for a swim and to clean up. I can't do much about the clothes, but at least we will feel and smell better before we drive up to the ranch!" 

"Oh God, Ray, you don't know how much I appreciate that." After a half an hour of pure ecstasy in the water, cold as it was, we dressed, dripping wet and shivering, but refreshed. We climbed back into the buckboard for the final minutes of the drive to the ranch.

When we at last turned under the overhead ranch sigh arch for the two mile lane up to the house, Ray said, "Amy, I have two bedrooms, separated by a monster bath and dressing room. How 'bout you take the guest one and after we get settled in, we can shower together. that shower would hold ten people, and it has on past occasions!" 

"That sounds great to me," I replied as the horses picked up the pace without urging. They knew they were about home and a fresh stall with hay. And me, well, I guess I thought I might be home too!

Thus began a vacation that went on, and on, and... 

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Amy Ch. 01



"That's a straight flush," Wes said, "I win another hand."

"Damn it," Amy said. She was about to lose her pants, leaving her in only he bra and underwear. She stood up and undid her jeans. She had no problem with letting her best friend see her in her underwear but was feeling nervous about the possibility of losing the next two hands.

She slid her jeans down to the floor and stepped out of them. Holding her hands out as if to say, 'hear I am, you won another show', she heard a click.

Wes, who sat comfortably in a pair of jeans, had taken a picture of her with his digital camera and was snickering as he looked at it on the display.

"What are you doing!"

Wes turned the camera around and let her see the picture of herself standing there in white bra and matching panties with her jeans at her feet and her petite breasts filling the half cups.

"That's funny Wes. You have to delete that."

"No," Wes said laughing. It's my house and my camera. You came here to play strip poker willingly.

"C'mon," she protested. "What if somebody sees that?"

"Somebody will. Me."

"You know what I mean. What if you accidentally lose it or it ends up on the net somehow?"

"I won't lose it. I'll put it in a locked file on my computer," he said getting a sarcastic look from Amy. "It will be fine. C'mon let me keep it. It's no secret I've got the hots for you. Last summer you caught me jacking off when you had been sunbathing, all you did was wink and go back to what you were doing. How is this any different?"

"Because Wes, if anybody accused me of posing for you while you jacked off I could just deny it. This could get me in a lot of trouble. I have a boyfriend."

"Look who's all of a sudden so good and loyal. You came here to play strip poker, we had it planned for a week. What would your boyfriend say if he saw this?"

"It's a dare that's all. There's nothing sexual about it. It's like the time you dared me to run around the block in my underwear. Is that what this is about? You want this to be sexual? Here," she said reaching behind her, "if you delete the picture, you automatically win the next two hands."

Wes looked her up and down playfully. "Okay."

Amy heard the chime on the camera.

"Is it gone?" she asked. After Wes had nodded yes she unclasped her bra and pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. Her thin petite body stood there hands out like before. That's just how she coped with being nervous. "There you go. Just for you."

Wes was trying not to laugh.

"What is so funny?" Amy said smiling. She was just beginning to feel a little safer when she heard another chime.

Wes was looking over her slender legs, following them up to her hips and belly, when he turned the camera around again to show her video of herself taking off her bra and panties and posing.

"Wes! This is getting out of hand! Give me the camera," she said holding out her hand.

He held it out to her but pulled it back when she reached for it. She stepped closer but he held it up over his head.

"I'm not falling for this," she said. "You are not going to get me to wrestle you until I have my clothes back on." She began slipping her panties back on and looked up, Wes got out of his seat and left the room. "Hey! Don't even think about hiding that on me!"

After getting dressed, Amy found Wes at his computer in his room just in time to read 99% on the computer screen, then it disappeared.

"Ninety nine percent what Wes?" she demanded.

"I was just taking some things off the camera and putting them on the computer," he said calmly.

"Wes stop fooling around please."

"I don't see what the big deal is. If I jack off when you are sunbathing or if I jack off to a video clip of you what's the difference?" He was serious now.

"The difference is you are not my boyfriend. Those kinds of things are for my boyfriend. Yes, I've teased you, but those are the kind of things we can get away with and this is dangerous."

A grin returned to his face, "you'll never believe what you'll have to do to get me to delete these."

She felt a little pang of anger but she was at his mercy so she did her best to remain calm. "And what would that be?"

"Blow me," he said.

"How did I know you were going to say that? Wes I can't. I am not single. I have to be loyal to my boyfriend."

"Teasing me to get my cock hard is being loyal?"

"I've never actually touched you."

"I promise I'll delete everything if you do it this once."

She hesitated. "Open the file where you have them."

Wes double clicked on a folder and two files appeared inside. One a picture and the other a video.

"If I do this you will get rid of them? You already fooled me once."

"If you do this you can get rid of them yourself."

She stood there thinking about it for a minute then slowly knelt in front of his computer chair.

"You are such a jerk Wes," she said as she unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. "I can't believe you. I'll never forgive you for this."

She pulled his cock free and it finished growing in her hands. She gave it a couple loving strokes.

Wes looked down at her, waiting.

Finally, she lowered her head slowly and took the tip in her mouth.

It was true, she had been a tease, but this was the first time the two actually touched sexually. His thick cock slowly filled her mouth inch by inch as she reluctantly lowered her head.

She pulled back dragging it along her tongue. She felt guilty that she admired his cock and liked the way it felt in her mouth and it scared her. She decided she better just get the job done. She tried to keep her boyfriend on her mind as she began to bob her head in Wes' lap faster and harder. The head worked its way back toward her throat with every stroke.

Wes tipped his head back in his chair, arms at rest on the armrests, feeling Amy's warm mouth glide over every vein. He felt it get tighter as the head of his cock reached her throat each time.

Amy was vigorously bobbing her head and massaging his balls trying to finish him off for several minutes before she had to stop for a breath. "You are doing this on purpose aren't you?"

"We'll get there. It feels so good," he said.

She dropped her head back down to his cock and slid her lips down to the base; Wes' scrotum resting on her chin. She hummed.

"When the time comes do you want a warning?"

"Hell yeah," she said taking another break, "I don't like it in my mouth it's disgusting."

"Shouldn't you take off your shirt then? To be safe? And your bra?"

"Damn it," she said after giving it some thought. She peeled her t-shirt off and unclasped the bra again. She didn't chit chat anymore just went back to the blowjob. She was desperate to just get it over with but Wes enjoyed the vigor at which she sucked his cock.

She nearly gagged the last time she took the entire thing into her mouth but his legs finally started to shake. She took the sign to keep going and bobbed her head faster and harder then before.

"I'm gonna cum," Wes grunted as his hip lifted up off the seat.

Amy pulled his cock out of her mouth and tipped her head back and closed her eyes waiting for the spray. Nothing. She opened her eyes and his hard cock was still there in her face.

"You stopped," he said.

"I told you I'm not swallowing it."

"That's fine but you still have to make it shoot."

Amy's past boyfriends would jack the last few seconds off themselves to shoot a load on her face. Wes wanted her to get the cum out herself. She took his cock in her hands and started stroking.

"The deal was for a blowjob," he said.

She put the head of his cock in her mouth. It was a game of reflexes now. She sucked on the head, rolling her tongue around it, feeling his legs begin to tremble again. His hips started to buck a little then they remained elevated off the seat. She took that to mean he was about to cum and gave the head of his cock three for four quick sucks and pulled her mouth away. She had timed it right. Thick ropes of cum shot out onto her face and tits. She couldn't believe how much cum he had.

She didn't want to leave him alone to copy or move any files so she took the mouse and clicked on each file before going to clean up. Wes looked her sexy body over; messy face.

Satisfied that those were the files of her she dragged them each to the trash and emptied it. Then she went to the bathroom to clean up. She felt used but she would get over it. That's the thing about having been best friends with somebody since you were just a child: they know you will love them no matter what and start to feel like they can get away with things. 



Amy Ch. 01



Her hangover woke her out of a sound sleep. The sleep of the dead, she thought. Well, she certainly felt as if someone had tried to kill her. There seemed to be a battering ram working inside her skull that was nearly audible. And the taste in her mouth could only be described as carrion. 

She was still in her clothes from the night before; short leather skirt and tube top (where where her panties?). She looked at the clock; 2:05. Her father would be leaving for work shortly, She couldn't remember what she had said to him last night but something told her that it couldn't have been good. If she could just lie here for a few minutes she wouldn't have to face him.  

But her stomach was calling the shots and it was not pleased, demanding that she get to the bathroom and get there now. 

She made it just in time and sat on the floor for several long minutes afterward, trying to convince her stomach that nothing remained. It refused to accept her pleading and continued to spasm painfully. 'Driving the porcelain bus'. Is what her friends called it. 'Praying to the porcelain god, Rowlf' Funny when it wasn't happening to you.

She heard her father banging on the bathroom door.

"Amy I have to leave in a few minutes and I need to talk to you before I go."

"OK, daddy I'll be out soon." she said just as another painful contraction hit her.

She stood up on shaky legs and drank a glass of water, looking at herself in the mirror. God, she was a mess. She washed her face and dragged a comb through her hair. It wasn't much of an improvement but it was going to have to do.

She removed her clothes from the previous night and tossed them in the laundry. She wrapped a robe around her and taking a deep breath walked unsteadily into the kitchen where her father sat staring at a cup of coffee.

"Sit down." Tim said starkly. She sat.

"Did you know I went to the doctor on Tues?" he began slowly, not looking at her. "He said my blood pressure was through the roof; that I was a good candidate for a heart attack or a stroke."

He looked at her then. His eyes were red. Had he been crying?

"He asked me if there was any undue stress in my life." 

Looking back down at his coffee he continued. "Amy, I can't do this anymore, I can't take it. it's killing me. And I can't watch you ruin your life like this, out till all hours of the night, going who knows where with who knows who doing God knows what. It's driving me crazy. I can't take the fighting and the constant arguing." 

What the hell happened last night, she thought. 

"It seems we're at each other's throats all the time. 

"But you're right about one thing; you're a grown woman now. You should be on your own." He took a deep breath.

"I want you to move out. I want you to get a job and get your own place, and if you continue to throw your life away, well, at least I won't have to watch. I'm giving you a month and then I want you gone."

"Daddy, I...I mean...can't we talk about this? I don't have..."

"This is not a discussion, Amy!" he said with real anger that set her back in her seat.

He got up and picked up his lunch and headed towards the door. He opened it and turned to her.

"You have one month. All I ask is that you please, behave in the meantime. I know you don't respect me, but for your mother's sake, please, just cool it till you have your own place and you're on your own. Then you can go wild for all I care." 

He slammed the door. She heard the car start and ease out of the drive and through the window she watched it disappear down the street.

Jesus, she thought, her head pounding, what had happened last night?

She went back into the bathroom, dropped her robe on the floor, removed her panties and climbed into the shower, letting the hard stinging spray ease some of the effects of whatever it was she had done the night before. Slowly, like answers rising up inside the Magic 8-Ball, bits and pieces of the previous night's events began to appear in her brain, each one making her cringe.




Amy was 18, fresh out of high school, her future staring her in the face and scaring the hell out of her; not that she was going to admit it or let it change her, that's why God had invented clubs, hot young guys and pot. Young and pretty - hot, by any measure, even her own - she enjoyed the effect she had on the young men she met there. Most of them were so easy; a glimpse of cleavage here - and she had plenty - a flash of thigh there and they were soon panting like dogs, their cocks straining in their pants. In this condition she found she could get them to do anything she wanted.

The night before, after her father had gone to work, she had felt particularly restless. She smoked a joint and watched some TV. She turned on some music and, getting a bottle of bourbon from the liquor cabinet, poured a drink. And then another. She called her friend Leslie to see if she wanted to go to the club and then remembered she had gone away with her family for a week. She couldn't go by herself. What the hell, she thought, I'll just go out to Maxie's. She took a twenty out of her daddy's drawer and left. 

Maxie's was a roadhouse out on 70, built by Roger and Maxine Meredith in the (then) rural New Jersey country-side. The clientele consisted of truckers - in for a quick beer, red-necks - loud and rude but basically harmless, college kids looking for pussy, and bikers - ditto.

It had been a slow night at Maxies. She had played pool with 3 boys from the college, usually taking the shot that required her to bend way over the table so that her short leather skirt rode up and they got a good look at her ass from behind and her breasts from in front. For this privilege they paid her in beer and shots and pizza.

She danced some slow dances with one and then another of them, letting them cup her bottom briefly before she returned their hands up to her back, enjoying the feeling of their erections pressing into her stomach. 

About an hour and a half after first coming in she was flying high. Making a trip to the ladies' room on unsteady legs, she passed the biker at the end of the bar who gave her a look that chilled her. 

He could have come directly from Central Casting; "Uh, we need a biker, leather vest, black jeans, boots, pony tail, ear-ring, wallet chained to his belt, etc. etc." But it was his eyes that broke through her drunken fog. Pale blue and cold they were the color of a high voltage  spark, the most beautiful eyes she'd ever seen on a man. 

When she'd finished in the rest room she came out and stood next to him at the bar, swaying slightly. 

"You're a hot little piece, aren't you." he said coldly.

"You'll never know how hot. Why don't you buy me a drink." she said with false bravado.

He stared for a long time, running the tip of his tongue over his lips, and then held up 2 fingers and Roger brought them Bourbon on the rocks.

"Got you're game all worked out, don't you. Slide on in, tease the little boys, get them all worked up so they buy your drinks, maybe grant them a quick feel for their trouble, then slip on out."

"Jealous?" She said, losing herself a bit in his eyes. It wasn't fair that God gave some men such long soft lashes, she thought. 

"It's a dangerous game for a little cunt like you. Sooner or later somebody's gonna cash in on that little pussy of yours."

The college boys never talked to her like this. Even drunk as she was, she could feel the danger in him. It thrilled her. She drank the bourbon.

"You maybe?" She said, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. She hoped it made her look tough.

"Maybe." He replied and reaching out took hold of her breast, squeezing hard. She winced and pushed his hand away.

He pulled her to him, knocking her off balance. He held her tightly between his thighs and kissed her mouth hard. He tried to push his tongue into her mouth but she refused. He grabbed her jaw and forced her mouth open and his tongue entered. He tasted of cigarettes and Bourbon, smelled like gasoline and motor oil. She hesitated and then kissed him back, pressing her pelvis against his crotch. A small voice in her head asked; Amy, what the fuck are you doing. She had long ago learned how to ignore the voice. 

His hand went into her tube top and cupped her breast pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers, sending electrical shocks directly to her pussy. She felt his cock responding and instinctively ground her hips against it, her body moving almost involuntarily. 

But the situation seemed to be spinning out of control. She had always called the shots, using her sex to control the boys she met and the scenarios she created. But this was no boy. This was a man. A big man, over 6 feet and solidly built. He could probably break her in half if he chose to, and he was taking what he wanted from her and she seemed powerless to stop him, and not at all sure she wanted to. 

Her head was spinning and time seemed to be all jumbled up, making little skips, dropping a few seconds here a few more there. Pieces of time showing up later in all the wrong places. Her ears were ringing. But yet, in her drunken state of mind she felt making him hard was re-exerting a measure of control. Still, her pussy was letting her know who was really really in charge here.

With one hand massaging her breast and the other sliding up beneath her skirt, she was beginning to heat up, tingling between her legs.

"Hey!" Roger called, "Take it outside."

She stood wobbly beside him as he pulled out his wallet and tossed 2 twenties on the bar.

"This cover it?" He asked. Roger nodded.

He dragged her outside and pushed her up against the wall. Holding both her hands high above her head he kissed her again and pressed himself against her grinding his hips, his cock a hard bulge rubbing against her belly.

A car's headlights pulling into the parking lot disturbed them and he took her by the wrist and dragged her around the corner into the dark. She stumbled and broke a heel and after walking peg legged for a few steps, kicked off her shoes. The gravel of the parking lot dug into the soft, tender soles of her bare feet.

"Get on your knees." He said, stopping to unzip his pants.

She fell to the ground and reached in to pull out his cock and, opening wide, put it in her mouth. Reaching back into his pants she withdrew his balls and cupped them in her hand. His cock wasn't huge, but it was thick and she imagined what it might feel like stretching her pussy wide. She wasn't a virgin, having lost her cherry while drunk and nearly unconscious and unable to feel much of anything. And so she'd convinced herself that it didn't really count. That the next thick...deeply veined...beautiful...impossibly hard...throbbing cock that entered her precious little pussy would be attached to someone she loved. Or at least someone she knew.

Her Conscious mind, what was left of it, knew she didn't want this stranger's dick inside her. But her pussy was betraying her, secreting copious amounts of the lubrication that would be required to service such a thick piece of meat and opening like a flower for him.

He grabbed her head and fucked her mouth savagely. She slipped a hand up beneath her skirt and vainly tried to quell the minor riot going on between her legs.

She heard his breathing becoming more ragged and his pumping cock growing harder. Although she was only one fuck past being a virgin, she had given enough blow-jobs and hand-jobs to know when a man was close to coming. His balls began to draw up, and she thought if she could bring him off he'd leave her alone. That's what she wanted. Right? She increased her efforts, sucking and pumping his swollen cock furiously. And just when she thought he was about to shoot his cum into her mouth he pulled out.

"Get up and turn around." He said breathlessly.

Amy did as she was told and he bent her over. She tilted her hips up and pushed her ass out. She hadn't been taken from behind before. And she realized that's what he was doing, taking her. Using her. She was meat, a receptacle. He lifted her skirt and she heard him rip her thong and it fell to the ground. With his knees he pushed her legs apart and grabbing her hips he lifted her up on her bare toes. He placed his cock between the damp lips of her pussy and pulled her hips back, swiftly impaling her on the thick shaft.

She squealed with the sudden shock of his invading flesh, but he immediately began pumping himself in and out of her so furiously, tapping her cervix with each thrust, that she didn't have time to dwell on the ruthlessness of this invasion of her cunt. The feeling of being fucked in this position was too intense, too extreme. She had to hold onto the wall.

He pulled her tube top down and her breasts fell free swinging wildly beneath her. He grabbed one mauling it in his big hand and pinched the nipple causing her to cry out. But inside the pain was a glowing spark that heated her clit pushing her closer to the edge.

A thought hatched itself in the rational portion of her mind and bubbled up through several layers of alcohol and pot; 'He's raping me! I'm being raped! Aren't I?' She wasn't sure. 

She could give it no more thought as her body responded to the fucking she was receiving. He seemed to be abusing every part of her; his rough hands mauled her tender breasts, he smacked her ass hard several times causing her to cry out, he pulled her hair, tugging her head back, he wet his thumb and pushed it into her asshole up to the knuckle. She couldn't process the pleasure/pain combinations he was inflicting upon her and soon they overwhelmed her completely. Her pussy flowing like a fountain, her nipples aching, she came in waves of agonizing pleasure that ran down to her toes turning her legs to jelly. If he hadn't been holding onto her hips she would have collapsed. She heard screaming coming from somewhere and it took her a second to realize the screams were her own as her orgasm went on and on.

She wasn't sure if it was one long climax or several in rapid succession each one cresting on ruins of the last 

"Oh Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" She cried. She was completely limp, helpless to even support her own weight as he mercilessly slammed himself into her.

She felt her cunt grab hold of the pistoning meat of his cock and demand what was due her, milking it out of him. He finally responded. With animalistic grunts and savage thrusts of his hips he pumped his cum into her, thrusting deep with each spasm. Again and again his cock twitched and spurted his milky fluid into her causing another wave of orgasm to overtake her helpless body.

When he was done he let go of her, zipped up and walked away. She fell to the ground and somewhere in the distance she thought she heard applause. She looked up and saw the crowd from the bar staring at her and cheering. They parted as the biker walked through. Someone yelled "seconds!" - one of her college boys? Everyone laughed.

Amy looked down at herself. Both her skirt and her top were bunched around her waist and her bare bottom was on the rough gravel. Her breasts were bruised and her pussy was still tingling and raw, his cum beginning to seep out of her. She heard a motorcycle start up and drive away.

Roger came out and broke up the crowd. 

"You OK?" he said. She waved the question away and got up, holding onto him for support. In spite of himself Roger couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful nearly naked body on display. 

"Did he rape you?" he asked. "Let me call the cops." 

She wasn't really sure. Her entire body felt as if she'd been beaten. But there was also that sweet post-coital hum running through her. She just shook her head, rearranged her clothes and staggered barefoot through the crowd feeling more of his cum leak out and run down her thigh. Someone grabbed her wrist but she broke free and stumbled to her car. Somehow she managed to find her keys. Somehow she managed to start the car and somehow she managed to drive home.

Pulling into the driveway she saw the living room light was on. 

"Shit." she said, her father was still up. She closed one eye so she could read the clock on the dash; 3:08 AM. 

She stumbled into the house squinting at the brightness of the light. 

"Where have you been!" her father screamed, "It's 3 in the morning!"

"I went to Maxie's." she said slurring her words. She was too tired to lie, and she was sure he could smell the alcohol on her. She wondered if she smelled like sex.

"Maxies? How did you get served you're, only 18?!"

"Fake ID, daddy. Everyone's got one - no big deal." she said tiredly.

"No big deal?! And you drove home drunk?! After what's happened?!" He grabbed her arm then. She jerked free and came at him.

"Don't you touch me! Don't you dare touch me. I'll call the cops. I'm a grown woman, daddy I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me! Just leave me alone." And she had staggered off to her room where she promptly passed out on the bed. 



Amy Ch. 01



Since I usually write about some of the things that have happened to me in my life, this is a bit of a departure. I have tried to put myself in the mind of a man and deal with the problems of an unfaithful wife from that perspective. There's a third part still in the writing stage, but I'd like to know what you think so far.

Chapter 01: Dwight, the Postman, Rings Her Bell

The meeting at the district office broke off a few minutes before noon. I had a substitute in my classroom for the rest of the day so decided to go home. The garage door was open and Amy's little blue and white Mini was parked on the left. She'd said she was going to visit her girlfriend Megan in Pasadena and take her out for lunch but, knowing her friend, I guessed the plans had changed.

It was a warm day and the sky was bright and cloudless. I figured she'd be out by the pool tanning herself, topless, on a lounge chair with a cold iced tea in one hand and The New Yorker in the other. I came out the back of the garage onto the patio but the lounge was still folded up. I walked out to the Jacuzzi on the side of the house, but she wasn't there either. The sliding glass door was open so I walked into the living room.

Crumpled on the carpet just off the front door were a powder blue short sleeved shirt and a pair of matching denim shorts with the tell-tale red stripe running up the seam. Like a trail of breadcrumbs leading down the hall were his black shoes and socks, her pink tennis shorts, her pink and white candy striped blouse, his black briefs, her beige bra and, wedged in the door of the guest bedroom, her matching silk thong. If the trail of clothes hadn't told the story, the thong did. She usually wore lace Victoria's Secret bikinis but, when she wanted to seduce me, when she wanted sex, she wore one of the silk thongs we'd bought on a lark at an adult toy store in Vegas. It was almost a Pavlovian thing between us when she wore them.

They were fucking now. I could hear the bed rhythmically groaning and her sensually moaning. She was almost ready for an orgasm to take her away. She always moaned in a low, guttural purr when she was ready to cum. Soon it would change into a series of high pitched chirps, almost like a bird, then a long deep wail with expletives about thick cocks and deeper and more and harder peppered into the carnal song. 

I walked down the hall as quietly as I could, but I figured any noise I made would have been cloaked by the sound of her lovemaking and the cadence of the bed heaving up and down with the movement of their bodies. I wasn't really certain what I was doing, or what I was going to do. Here was my beautiful wife fucking another man and I was angry, in a state of complete mental turmoil. Yet here I was also, the lyric of her lusty song drawing me toward that door, now held slightly ajar by her discarded thong, like a sailor to the Sirens.

When I say Amy is beautiful, it's not just braggadocio- she's a knock-out. I had been her AP Literature teacher during her senior year in high school- no, for those of you with smutty minds, nothing happened then- but when she came into the classroom that fall she literally took my breath away. Brown eyes, wavy shoulder-length blond hair, tall and beautifully proportioned. Long slim legs, full hips, narrow waist, tight abs, and a full firm bust- she had the whole package but you would never know it by her shy demeanor. She dressed casually with no hint of vulgarity, sensually but not provocatively; her clothes accentuated her curves but were always tailored on the conservative side. I didn't know if her parents were rich and she shopped at Nordstrom's or whether she just knew how to pick up stylish things at Marshall's. It didn't matter.

My infatuation with her physical beauty, of her as eye candy for a 30 something guy, eventually dissipated but never completely disappeared; she was always a presence, an awareness, in my classroom. What especially made me take notice of her as a person, however, was what went on behind those dark brown eyes as the school year progressed. She was really bright. At first I thought I was thinking of her in Teacher's Pet terms: good grades because I think she's cute. A quick look at her other grades brought that notion to a quick halt. Straight A's since junior high school. Probably in elementary school, too, but those don't get cycled beyond 6th grade. As a general rule, kids that are good at English and history usually suck at math and science; she did not at all fit into that general rule. Usually kids that are good at algebra don't do well in geometry; she got A's in both- at the AP level.

Her boyfriend Greg had been in my class as a senior and was now in his senior year at West Point. An all-around athlete: baseball, track, football, and basketball, and lettered in three. When I was in school, a black senior dating a white freshman would have caused a few whispers- as much about the class as about the race. In this new century it didn't even warrant the whispers. They had met during her freshman year and had been going together ever since. She'd been kind of a trashy dresser when they first met but later she told me that she'd started grooming herself so that she "could comport herself as an officer's wife." Her words, not mine.

Having her in my classroom also reminded me that I was a man. I'd been numb, a ghost, a non-entity, for almost a year. My wife and 4 year old daughter had been killed the summer before by a truck driver arguing with his girlfriend on his cell phone- ran a red light and killed them in the crosswalk. We'd been married for six years and she was 7 months pregnant with our second when she died. There were his lawyers and my lawyer and insurance company lawyers, depositions and trials, recriminations, anger and despair, but there was mostly incredible loneliness. That first year back in the classroom I had been a robot on autopilot, a zombie, going through the motions of teaching but not really being there. All of my seniors that year knew the cause of my depression and were most supportive- or at least as supportive as 17-year olds can be- but they had all graduated and few beyond that class knew anything. And I had withered mentally during the summer, haunted by echoes of my daughter's laugh and the rustle of soft cotton sheets when I spooned next to my wife as we drifted off to sleep.

I had thought, actually believed, that the zombie me would be the thing that walked into the classroom; by the end of the day I knew otherwise. I have to say: I never once fanaticized about sex with Amy. I was still to raw to think much of sex at all. Seeing her for a few minutes every day, hearing her talk, watching her smile and laugh with her friends, reminded me that it was time to think about living again. My wife and family would always be close, but I was still here in this cruel joke. I could either laugh at the cruelty or succumb to it. I chose to laugh.

Early May came and she sat for all of the AP tests; neither I nor any of her other teachers had any concerns about her passing, only about how high her scores might be. Then came June and graduation. We hugged, she told me she was going back to West Point for Greg's graduation and commissioning ceremony, and that was it. She was gone and our lives went on. She became an officer's wife, or so I heard, and the pain of my past continued to recede like the colors of a beautiful tapestry left too long in the sun. I started dating again and got lucky a few times but nothing serious ever came of it.

So here it comes, the new school year; the summer of 2007 passes and I saunter into my old classroom. I test the old familiar key but, to my surprise, the door is already unlocked... and who is sitting on the edge of my desk but Amy! Almost nothing about her has changed. She is still dressed as if from the cover of Vogue and her body is still as fit and toned as it was when she graduated. Her face has matured, filled out, no longer girlish but with the blush of youth still flushed in her cheeks. 

I stand at the door, shocked. She starts to laugh, a quiet, subdued laugh, when she sees the astonishment on my face. "What are you doing here?" I ask, probably in a stammer. "I thought you'd be in some far off exotic locale touring in a sedan chair while your husband..."

There is a subtle change in her composure. She slides herself gracefully off the corner of my desk and glides toward me. She's happy to see me- that much is obvious- but a pall of sadness momentarily creases her brow. We hug quickly then separate. She looks at me, our eyes meeting for a second, but she says nothing.

"I am so glad to see you again, Amy," I say, now with a little bit of composure in my voice. "Are you back here for a while? Did Greg get stationed here?"

She cuts off my conversation. "Greg died in Afghanistan last year, just before Veteran's Day." I drop down onto the top of the first desk in a long row of desks, speechless, her words not yet piercing through the veil of comprehension. "IED. Never knew what hit him." Her lip quivers. "I swore I wasn't going to cry when..." but it's no use. She sobs on my shoulder, her limbs quaking in pain. It's hard for me to keep from crying too, but in about 10 minutes students will start filing into the room and I can't afford to be red and bleary eyed when they start taking their seats.

She returns to my desk for a tissue, then makes her announcement. "I'm your new student teacher, Mr. Collins." She's now managed a smile and the tears have been blotted from her cheeks, but she's still fragile. "I'm finishing up my credential program at UCI. I knew you were a Master Teacher in the district, so I asked if I could do my student teaching with you."

So that's how it started. We started dating after her tutelage and started sleeping together a few weeks later. I remember the first time I touched her body, saw her naked, kissed her lips, and felt the blood of lust and passion coursing in quick pulses through my body once more. She reminded me again that I was alive. The following year the Recession hit and she lost her job, so I asked her to move in with me. One thing led to another and we got married during the summer. 

I can see her on the bed. There is a mirrored closet at the back of the room and I can see her voluptuous body leaning back against the firm black chest of our postman. He is on his back, his left thumb and forefinger plying a proud nipple to full erection, the other thumb teasing her clit. Her arms are splayed back next to his ebony shoulders for support and the chocolate drop nipples on her firm round breasts point impudently to the ceiling. She has straddled him on her knees, his cock splits her tan line and she is slowly sliding up and down the thick black shaft streaked with white fluids, still moaning. Bareback! They're fucking bareback! He leans up, kissing her neck, nibbling her left ear, turning her head, probing her mouth with his tongue to begin a long passionate kiss. Her swollen pink clitoris has poked out of its sheath, pinched gently now between his thumb and forefinger.

She starts chirping and pulls her body straight up, impaling herself directly onto his manhood. With every downward thrust her firm tanned breasts quake, the hardened nipples quiver, and her long golden hair shudders in waves like wheat in the wind. She bites her lower lip and her eyes close as if in deep meditation of the lust penetrating deep into her loins. She leans over, using her hands to balance herself on his black, chiseled thighs. She rides him, her distended cunt lips milking the full girth of his manhood, then the wail begins. She's cumming. Oh God! is she ever cumming!

"Oh goddam your cock is so good," she croons, "I want it deeper, oh fuck oh fuck"

"You got it all, baby, you got it all," he growls back. His hands have moved to the full, sensuous curve of her hips. He pushes her down onto his stiff ebony organ- he pushes hard. She pleads to him in her lust, her passion and pleasure for more, for harder, for deeper.

"I'm cumming, Dwight baby," she cries, "oh God damn Dwight baby, I'm cumming all over your cock." Slap, slap, slap. Her ass cheeks smack on his pubic mound.

"Keep it up baby," he hisses through clinched teeth, "you're gonna make me cum." His eyes are closed. "Keep doin' that. Mmmm baby! Keep slammin' that tight white pussy on this big black cock."

Her movements become frenzied, frantic, her body shakes, her flesh trembles. "Oh God!" she cries. She's like an animal with him. Up and down she slides, her bald pussy slipping smoothly, effortlessly on his slick tumescent shaft. It length seems to go on forever as it burrows in and out of her body. He is huge. 

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh damn Amy baby," he bellows, "I'm cummin' baby, I'm cummin'!" 

Her back arches. "Inside me Dwight, cum inside me! Cum in me baby, cum in my pussy!" Her eyes fly open as if she's been hit with a lightening bolt. She yelps, her mouth contorts to form a perfect 'O'. 

He slams her down onto his pelvis and holds her there. "In your pussy, Amy, you're taking all of it in your pussy!" I can see the muscle at the base of his cock twitch as it pumps thick white semen deep, oh so deep, into her cunt. She continues to ride him and thick sheets of his cum slide like sea foam down the petals of her femininity to paint the inside of her thighs a shiny white. 

She stays on top as his cock emerges from between her pussy lips, the pink tip finally popping out as she lifts herself off his thighs and lies down beside him. They kiss deeply, passionately, his hands wandering up and down her body, boldly touching her flesh while she continues to run a finger along the length of his penis. She fixates on the thick pearly fluid oozing out of his man-slit, coats the palms of her hands and strokes him. He smiles and purrs as his hands meander along the inside of her thighs and tease her taught ass cheeks. She slides down to the object of her lust and takes him in her mouth, her hand still stroking his stiffening rod. He responds. In a minute he is hard again, and his thick black shaft is no longer marbled with their combined fluids. It is now a pure, shiny black- an ebony scepter in her hand.

"Ready to do it again, lover?" she teases. Her tongue darts out to touch the tip of the swollen pink head; it captures a thin silver thread of his semen. Her hand never ceases its casual stroke.

"I don't know baby, three times in two hours has got to be a record," he laughs. He rolls on top of her. She spreads her legs wide to take him. Her heels are behind his thighs and her hand guides him to her newly aroused womanhood. The pink bulb capping his engorged midnight black shaft separates the swollen lips and disappears quickly inside her pussy. As he penetrates, her legs wrap tightly around his thighs and she pulls his body close. He begins to fuck her slowly, rhythmically, his lips finding her nipples and mouth, neck and ears. She immediately starts to moan. 

So they'd already done it once before I got here, I thought to myself.

Up to this point I had been in third person mode: watching like an independent observer, part of an audience in a sleazy nightclub, a dispassionate critic for a porno flick preview. Mind you, I'd never actually watched another couple have sex up close and personal, so to speak. I'd come close a few time on double dates at the drive in, and one time walked in on a naked- and very erect- roommate while he was helping his girlfriend out of her panties. But as I walked back down the hall, listening to my wife begin to chirp, a chill went up my spine: this was not a floor show or porn flick. This was my wife. This was my wife in bed. This was my wife in bed with another man. They were screwing and she was really enjoying it. REALLY, REALLY, enjoying it. They were having unprotected sex and he was cumming in her pussy. The mailman was fucking my wife and his massive black cock was ejaculating his sperm deep into her young womb, the secret place inside her lush body where only mine were to quest and conquer. 

But at exactly, precisely the same moment, I was turned on like I've never been turned on before. My own manhood was pressing heavily against my zipper and my briefs were sticky with smears of clear pre-seminal fluids. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, dropped my drawers, opened the chaise, laid down, and made myself cum to visions of her: leaning back against his chest, his hands on her tits; her glazed hairless pussy taking him, moving with him, making him cum; watching his thick muscle spasm in cadence to her movement as it pumped thick threads of spunk deep into the most dark and intimate recesses of her womanhood. Watching them kiss. Listening to them even now as first she, then he, climaxed together.

Now I had to deal with it. I got in my car and started back to school, then realized I'd been watching them fuck for over an hour. It didn't seem that long, but it had been. Under usual circumstance I'd be locking up my classroom and leaving for home in a few minutes, but I needed time to think this whole affair through. At the end of our street I parked behind the vacant postal van and called her on my cell. I told her I'd be a little late, that the meeting had been a little more caustic than expected and that a few of us were going to go to a local watering hole to commiserate and loosen up a little. She laughed and said that would be ok, that she was working on something real hard right now. Going for number four I thought to myself.



Amy Ch. 01



This story is about incest but hopefully with a twist. Most incest stories start off reluctantly this one doesn't. It also contains some religious or irreligious parts so if any of these subjects are not your scene please move on. 

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Hi my name is Amy, and I am twenty four. I am five foot eight and very slim with 34DD boobs that seem completely out of proportion to the rest of my body but they are really firm and I love them probably as much as the men do. Before we go any further I suppose it would be a good idea to give a bit of background information, so that you may understand me a little better and maybe, in some way understand what happens in the following pages and why.

My family is wealthy. No other way to put it really. My father and mother started their own business when they were in school practically and so when my brother, who is a year older than me, and I were born we were spoilt rotten. However with the both of us the novelty of parenthood soon wore off, or pressure of work as my parents. This meant that from a very early age we were put into the hands of strangers. From the start of our school age we were put into boarding schools. Just boys for Carl and just girls for me, though the teachers were mixed men and women of course.

When the holidays came around me and Carl spent most of our time with each other and without our parents who just happened to pick these times to go on their annual holiday to wherever, so while Carl and I grew up very close there was no maternal or paternal bonds. We were more like mates than brother and sister, best friends I suppose. We looked out for each other, both done self defense classes together, Carl's idea. He said I would need it as I got older. I didn't understand why at the time but I do now, it has done wonders for my confidence and I don't take shit from anybody.

I lost my virginity very early, too early for these pages and it was the most wonderful thing. I set my time and I set my target and just went for it. I was so surprised when it actually happened. The chase and the moment were all I had hoped they would be. I knew it wouldn't be more than a fling but I learned an awful lot more with him than I ever did in sex education classes. All through school and university I enjoyed a full and varied sex life but nothing ever measured up to that first time, something always seemed to be missing. The only thing that came close was when I first licked pussy. Now that was awesome and went on for a year, with the odd boy thrown in for good measure.

So I left university with a totally useless degree in psychology and came home to an empty house. I didn't know much about my parents business but I knew enough, so had a word with my father on the phone about starting something of my own. One thing I did learn in university was information technology. Mainly because I was fucking the Professor of that particular subject and without his knowledge his daughter as well. My dad gave me the money and put me in contact with a supplier and I started an online business selling security technology. Cameras, monitors, digital recorders and stuff like that. I made contact with a guy I knew from university and he agreed to do any installations that may be required. Another guy built the web site for me and agreed to maintain it as long as I kept him informed of any changes. I was set to go. First thing I did was mail all my dads customers from which I got a few replies and really from there it just seemed to grow. It was perfect for me because I could sleep till late and play till late if I wanted to. After a couple of months I got a secretary, an elderly PA I suppose, to do the daily orders and stuff and after six months I only went to work twice a week. Stupid really as I could have gone to work for my dad but something just told me to be independent. Pride I suppose, anyway I didn't want to start spending time with my parents at my age. They hadn't been a part of my life this far and even getting the money off him seemed a bit of a chore but I had to start somewhere.

I got a call a few days ago. Carl was on his way home having done a stint in the Himalayas with his camera. He had a degree in media studies and had been into photography from a very young age. He was quite good really.

This is where my story really begins. Carl arrived yesterday morning in the early hours so by the time he grabbed some sleep and had a shower it was almost five in the evening. We ordered a pizza and chatted for ages about my business and his trip and then we settled on the settee to watch a movie like we used to. Drinking wine and nibbling on crisps. I lay as I usually do with my head in his lap and during one particular sexy scene in the movie I could feel Carl getting a hard on beneath my head, as my head was on my hand I had his hard on in my hand, dirty cow that I am I didn't move my hand away until I suddenly realised I was subconsciously playing with his erection. I tried not to jump up and out of my skin at what I was doing and slowly stood up.

"I'm bushed. I think I am going to go to bed." I said stretching my arms above my head.

"Oh do you have to?" He said with a cheeky smile, "I was enjoying being with you. And the movie of course." His arms still stretched out across the back of the settee and his erection so obvious now. I tried not to look.

"Yes I am a bit tired." I said "Night babe." I always called him babe.

So here is my predicament. I want to fuck my brother and he wants to fuck me, or I am pretty sure he does. Anyway I want to fuck him and that's all that matters. Oops, I think I just answered my own question. Shit now that is a turn on. For the first time in a long time I could feel that churning in my stomach that I felt the first time I had sex. Suddenly I realised what it is that I have missed all this time. It was the chase, the sense of danger or even wrongdoing. It was just so fucking hot, I was wetter than I had been for ages, not that I had been fucked lately because I hadn't, I was too busy setting the business up really and then I had just got very lazy and not been out at all. I lay awake all last night wondering how I could work the right situation where Carl would give me a good fucking. I had an idea but I would have to play it by ear.

I got up about midday, which was quite early for me and put my bikini on with a short skirt. The weather was good and the sun was out so I would have a swim later once I had woken up. We lived in a huge house that had two wings to it. The east wing was my parents quarters and the west wing was for me and Carl. The central part was the family area with a lounge, dinning room, kitchen and a couple of other reception rooms. It was all set in the middle of a garden so big I couldn't see the edge of it from my balcony. I think I heard my father say once that it was like three hundred acres which I guess is big. It did have some garden area with plants in it and a large deck area around the swimming pool which was just off one of the reception rooms. Seating and sun loungers and all the usual stuff you get, oh and a brick BBQ.

I grabbed some juice and toast and went and sat by the pool. I didn't think about what I was planning, not consciously anyway, but the butterflies in my stomach told me I was aware of what I wanted to do.

"Hi hun" Carl said grabbing a slice of my toast. I noticed he too had his trunks on.

"Hey get your own you lazy bugger." I laughed

"You want some more while I am doing mine?"

"No thanks babe." I said, "I've had enough."

The sun was high now so I took the skirt off and slipped into the pool. I floated for a while taking in the sun and Carl came back out with his toast and juice. |I swam a couple of lengths and then with a deep breath to calm my nerves got out of the pool. My bikini was white and very very small so I knew it would show off all my body. I didn't bother drying myself I just went inside and got myself a coke. As usual Carl was messing with his camera, he took it everywhere with him. As I walked past him he started clicking away taking photos. It was only when I turned to see what he was doing that I realised it was me he was pointing it at. I instinctively posed for him. Turning this way and that, swishing my hair, hand on hip and all that silly stuff.

"You know sis." he said, "you would make a great model."

"I thought you were into mountains and hills." I said laughing

He laughed, "What is the female form if not mountains and hills, or should I say valleys."

"Cheeky fucker." I said laughing back at him. I put my coke down and lay down on a lounger. He was still clicking away only now he was moving around me. I grabbed my sun hat and sat up. I did some poses for him then decided to move to the diving board so he could do some more. I kept the large sun hat on but slipped one of my straps off my shoulder and peeked back at him. He was clicking away merrily so I slipped the other one off and after a few clicks lay on my stomach. A few more clicks and I sat up facing him with my legs over the sides of the board. I took the hat off and put it over my boobs moving my head to one side and leaning forward so my boobs help the hat to my knees which were now bent up. I slipped my hands round my back and undid the top. I pulled it free but kept the hat in place with one hand while the other held the skimpy bikini top in the air.

Carl said nothing, he just kept clicking away. Don't get me wrong, Carl had seen my boobs many times as I usually sunbathe topless but I think we both knew this time was different. I did more posing, arms across boobs hat on, hat covering boobs, hat tilted over face, and then I did the sun bathing pose. Hat tilted forward arms behind me for support and breasts thrust forward. I peeked out from under the hat at his crotch and was satisfied at the bulge I saw there. I grabbed the hat and spun it in his direction as I turned and dropped into the water with a huge smile on my face. Before my head went underwater I heard his laugh. I swam to the surface and back stroked to the middle of the pool. At this point the water came up to my shoulders and I saw him following still clicking away. I sank to the bottom and then pushed myself up as hard as I could.

As I broke the surface I opened my eyes and saw the look of amazement as I flew into the air. The water cascading from my boobs and my head.

"Awesome." he said, "Do it again."

This was the first time either of us had spoken since the session started but I instantly did as he asked. A couple more times and then I started diving back down, both forward and backward so my breasts stood out of the water as two solid mounds.

After a while I began to tire so swam to the side and held my hand up for him to help me out. "I enjoyed that." I said, and then looking down at his erection added, "I can see you did as well."

"Bitch!" he laughed.

"Yes I am." I said with a smile as I walked past him, "I'm a bitch on heat."

"Ha ha, love it." Carl said. Which surprised me a little but also told me that I was definitely going to fuck him sometime today without doubt. "Let me get something to drink and we can do some in the woods later."

"You take a break I will get some wine from the fridge. Red ok?" Carl asked

"Yes great. Bring some ice though you may need it." I laughed. He knew what I meant because he put his hand to his cock and shuffled it into a more comfortable position.

This was not exactly how I had planned it. I never expected Carl to be so honestly turned on by me or that he would joke about it so openly.

We finished the first bottle and left the other in the ice bucket. I put a thin chiffon shirt on, unbuttoned of course and we made our way to the woods about two hundred yards from the house. Carl started clicking the minute we set off so I made sure my boobs swayed as much as possible, which wasn't much as they were just so firm, but my bum did sway a great deal. I twisted and turned and jumped and ran until we got there. I walked up to a tree and leaned against it allowing my top to slip off one shoulder thus showing off one tit. I rested my head against the tree and thrust my hips out, then turned round and with the shirt now fully open and hanging down my arms I hugged the tree. Carl was hard already and I could feel myself getting too wet to keep my pants on so I dropped the shirt and went and lay down on a fallen tree, legs either side of the huge trunk. He took a few photos then I stood up and with one foot on the trunk I pulled my pants down on one side showing my bare bum cheek. He made no effort to hide his erection which thrilled me enormously. I stood up and very slowly pulled my pants all the way down to my ankles, bending double as I did so. Carl moved closer and closer and it wasn't my face he was clicking at. I stepped out of the pants and opened my legs, still doubled over I looked through my legs at him.

He lay down and shuffled between my legs clicking away at my pussy so I spread my legs some more. "You dirty bastard. Get those trunks off and let me see that hard on." I laughed.

"I cant my hands are full." he said still clicking.

I shuffled back and grabbed his waistband. He just smiled at stop as I pulled his trunks off. He didn't stop clicking not when I went to my knees or when I took hold of his solid erection, he just moaned slightly as his cock throbbed. He kept on clicking as I took that rod into my mouth.

I cant explain the feeling that went through me as I took my brothers cock into my mouth. I just know that whenever we looked at those photos later we always got turned on. Carl set the camera on the fallen tree and I could hear it whirring away in video mode. He pulled my legs round and positioned my pussy over his face. Again I got that awesome feeling of wrong doing as his tongue pierced my wet throbbing hole. It didn't take long for either of us to come after all the teasing we had done, and neither of us were quiet about it. I moaned so loud the vibrations caused him to come into my mouth and the thought of swallowing my brothers come made me come again. We were both thrashing about in orgasm after orgasm. My mouth was overflowing with his juice and his face was smothered in mine. He told me afterwards that I had squirted juice all over his face, something I could never remember having done before. Finally we both collapsed. The strangest thing of all was, as we flopped onto the floor, we both burst out in hysterical laughter.

After we calmed down I said, "I hope you intend giving me a good fucking before we go back."

He laughed nervously, "You sucked me dry. I doubt I can get a hard on for at least an hour."

"Oh now that's a challenge." I said standing up. I took his camera and held it out to him. "Click away at this you horny fucker." I said. I lay back down on the log with my legs either side and started playing with my tits. As he started clicking away I moved on down running my hands over my stomach, my hips, my thighs until I was between my legs. As I slipped a finger inside I said, "I told you I was a bitch on heat. So when your ready to be my dog just turn me over and ram that cock in."

I was almost at orgasm when his cock finally started to stir, which to be honest was only a few minutes as I was just so turned on. By the time my orgasm had passed he had hung the camera from a branch, in video mode again, and was standing with a huge erection. He pulled my legs so I spun round and went to my knees over the fallen tree and said, "Are you ready for this little sister?"

"I've been ready all my life big brother." I replied, with emphasis on the 'big'

"Then here it comes, bitch."

He pushed his cock into me and I instantly orgasmed. Judging by his grunts and the way he pulled me onto him I am sure he almost came as well. He couldn't hold out for long anyway as my thrusting hips and pulsing pussy along with my outrageous language just made him lose all control. We were literally like rutting dogs even after we both came we just kept on rutting until his, and my, knees could take not more. Exhausted we again collapsed on the soft leaf covered floor. This time we lay in each others arms, just enjoying the peace and quiet of the woods, and each other.

I must have dozed off because I woke with a start as Carl kissed me on the lips, and started my pussy throbbing again. "It's getting a bit chilly hun I think we should make a move." He said as he stepped into his trunks

"Ok babe." I replied getting to my feet and grabbing my clothes. I put the shirt back on but didn't see any point in the pants so carried them. We walked silently arm in arm, each with our own thoughts running through our heads. Once back at the house I said, "I'm going to grab a shower, then I think something to eat, and maybe we should talk before I fuck you again."

"Oh! Ok." Carl said, "I will do some food then and have a swim."

I stood in the shower and just let the warm water wash over me. My head was a mess of fears and confusion. I loved what we did and wanted lots more but I was so scared that it would change our relationship. I knew what I wanted for us and could only hope he would be happy with that. If not, then I could lose my very best friend in all the world. I dried, slipped another thin top on, no pants, and went back to the pool.

Carl had made sandwiches and salad for us with a pot of coffee. The wine was nowhere in sight so I assumed he had put it back in the fridge. After a minute or so he got out of the pool and to my surprise he was naked. He rubbed himself down with the towel and laughed as he saw the shocked look on my face. 

"Ok sis. Time to talk I think." He said grabbing a sandwich and sitting on the seat opposite me which he pulled forward. "Why?" he asked

I sipped at my coffee while I sorted out my words. "Well....well....last night when we were watching the movie and I had my head in your lap....well....you had a hard on."

"Yes I did and you played with it." He laughed

His laughter seemed to lighten the air a little and it made me laugh as well, "I didn't mean to. It just happened. Anyway let me finish. When I realised what I was doing, and your lack of objection to it I got really turned on. I wanted to fuck you then and there but I was also confused. I needed to think so I went to bed." 

I then told him about how I had felt that very first time I had sex and the feelings I had at the time. I also told him that it hadn't been the same with anyone since and how the previous night I had realised that it was the forbidden that turned me on so much. "It's wrong and such a fucking turn on, and apart from that you're my brother and I love you. I don't want anything from this but fun Carl. Nothing serious. Just you and me enjoying each other whenever we want to and, I hope, keeping that special bond we have always had. And anyway I want to be able to fuck others as well."

"Thank fuck for that." He replied with a deep sigh, "I have wanted to fuck you for years but always been afraid because you're my sister. I don't want to lose what we have always had. I would love it if this brought us closer if that's possible. And I have to agree the 'wrongness' of it is a special turn on that I have never felt before."

I jumped up and flopped down on his lap. "Then I suggest we cement our 'wrongness' by fucking in our parents bed all night. What do you think?"

Carl laughed "Love it you horny bitch. But not till later lets just chill and enjoy leering at each other, now get off my lap cos your making me hard again. Lets have a look at these photos shall we. I will go and get my laptop."

I have to say when he put the photos on the laptop and I saw them I wondered who that woman was. I looked absolutely stunning. The ones in the pool where I was jumping out of the water looked so professional. As for the videos they were just perfect, so horny and the best porn movies I had ever seen, not that I had seen that many. I knew that there would be more even hornier ones to come.




Amy Ch. 01



The next three days were spent having sex in every room and in every position we could think of and Carl always had his camera with him. He had photos of every inch of my body in ever position he could get the camera into, even parts of my body I had never seen. And every night we slept in our parents bed. It was wonderful and so much fun. I don't think I have ever laughed so much in my life. And I have to say that Carl was looking a bit worse for wear. "Back to our own wing tonight babe." Carl said, "Dads bringing uncle Jimmy to stay for a few days. Business of some sort. Mums in New York so I reckon they are going to have some man time." He laughed.

"That's ok we will just have to squeeze into your bed, I suppose I will have to sleep on top of you." I laughed. I wasn't going to let anything stop our fun now. 

"What? You still want us to sleep together with dad home. What if he finds out?"

"Of course I do. Your not getting away from me that easy. As to him finding out we can always bug the place. I do have the equipment you know."

"Ha ha, you cheeky bitch. Why not? Lets go for it. We may hear some trade secrets about whatever the fuck dads business is all about."

So that was it. I didn't have a lot of stuff at home so we went to the office and picked a load of stuff off the shelf. We went home and planted it all over the house. It was all inconspicuous stuff. Nanny cams with mikes built in. I did have a load of more sophisticated stuff but that all needed to be piped in. This would do and it was all wireless so we could tune in on our laptops and listen in on dads conversations. At least we had all the main places covered, even the swimming pool.

I cant say that there was any great affection between my father and myself so when he walked in I pecked him on the cheek with a pleasant "Have a good journey?" Meanwhile uncle Jimmy stretched a hand out to Carl, "Good to see you boy how's the photography going?"

"Yes very well thank you Uncle." Carl said "Done some really good ones lately." he added looking at me with a grin.

I went to peck uncle Jimmy on the cheek the same as I had my dad but to my surprise uncle Jimmy was not going to settle for a peck on the cheek. He pulled me real close and said, "Hi Ames you look stunning." And promptly kissed me full on the mouth.

I was even more surprised when my pussy let out a pulsing throb that seemed so loud everyone would hear it. Oh fuck. Uncle Jimmy, dads brother. The thought was just so fucking filthy hot and horny I had to tell Carl. "We will sort out the Chinese you two go and sit down." I grabbed Carl's hand and dragged him, and the Chinese that dad had bought into the kitchen.

Carl looked at me all weird, "What's the matter you look all flustered." He said.

"Don't get angry with me babe ok." I said with that simpering look that I used to get my own way.

"Come on what have you done?"

"Only got a wet pussy when uncle Jimmy kissed me just now. He wants me Carl. He wants to fuck me."

Carl laughed out loud. "You horny slut. Is there no limits to which you wont stoop to get a thrilling fuck."

"Are you mad at me babe? Please say your not. I said I would be honest with you if it happened with someone else and I'm...."

"Hey hey calm down." Carl laughed putting his arms round me and giving me a hug. "I love it. You go for it and I will take the pictures."

"Do you mean it. Really. Oh fuck that would just be so hot. Getting fucked by my uncle while my brother takes the photos. I love it. Lets get this food sorted out before it goes cold."

As it was still warm I had dressed in my bikini and yet another chiffon top. Carl was in his trunks. We took the meal out to the pool area where dad and uncle Jimmy were talking about the garden and how good it looked. I grabbed the lounger opposite uncle Jimmy with my legs spread either side. I held my plate in one hand and forked food into my mouth with the other. As I was laying back slightly uncle could easily see my bikini covered pussy and I had slid down the seat I knew he could see the outline of my pussy lips.

I don't know why but dad always seemed to find it hard having a conversation with either me or Carl. Uncle Jimmy on the other hand had a hundred stories to tell, each one funnier than the one before. After an hour of laughing I said, "I'm going to have a swim before it gets too cold." I stood up and looking uncle in the face I thrust my boobs out and removed my thin top. He didn't even try to hide his smile of appreciation and neither did I. Carl of course was busy clicking away like a lunatic. We were all so used to it we just ignored him, except me of course who threw him the occasional smile.

I swam for about ten minutes and then got out. I grabbed a towel and dried myself off in front of uncle Jimmy, making sure that I bent over in front of him to dry my feet, first facing him and then with my back to him. He was in no doubt what was on offer. All he had to figure out was when and how. Come on Carl lets leave these two to their chat. We can watch that video we bought."

It took a second for the penny to drop but he got my meaning in the end. "Oh yes ok." He said still clicking away. We went up to his room where we both stripped off knowing that we would be fucking pretty soon. We turned on his laptop and tuned into the cameras. The software I used could show up to sixteen cameras at once so we could follow dad from the swimming pool into the lounge.

Uncle Jimmy poured a couple of whiskeys's and sat down. "That's one fine daughter you got there John. Real pretty and Carl is a son to be proud of."

"Yes Carl has done really well. So has Amy but she is wild. I worry about her sometimes. She just seems so reckless."

"You don't need to worry about her mate. She is a cracking looking woman and she knows it. She can turn my head any day."

I thought dad would get angry at that but he didn't. "Yes she certainly has her mothers looks. I'm not too sure where she gets her body from though. Or maybe I shouldn't be saying that about my daughter."

"Why not. Lets be honest you don't have anything like a normal daughter father relationship do you. I'm quite happy to admit if given the chance I would certainly like to shag her brains out."

Dad laughed, "Yes but you have no scruples Jimmy and never did have. But she is my daughter and however I may look on her I couldn't 'see' her in that way even if I wanted to."

"Aha. So you do get a tingle round the bollocks then when you see her prancing round in that excuse of a bikini."

Dad smiled but said nothing. I jumped up and put my pants on and my shirt but not my bikini top. The shirt I only done one button up right at the breasts. "Back in a second don't miss a minute of this ok."

"Where you going? Or should I say what are you up to now."

"Wait and see." With that I went downstairs and slowly walked through the lounge to the pool area where I had left my hand bag. I could feel dads and uncle Jimmy's eyes burning holes in my back and my pussy was instantly wet. As I walked past them on the way back I dropped the bag right in front of dad. Actually it was between him and uncle Jimmy. "Oh shit. Sorry." I said as they both bent down to help me pick up the pieces. I got on my knees in front of them both and caught them looking down my top at my breasts. Jimmy I smiled at, but dad I looked straight in the eye before I nodded at him and then smiled. Once everything was picked up I said "Goodnight. See you in the morning bright and early." Then I rushed back up to Carl's room.

Bursting through the door I dived onto Carl's bed, "What did they say?" I gasped

Carl laughed, "Not a lot to begin with. Then uncle Jimmy just looked at dad and said "You gotta fuck her mate she's gaggin for it." Dad just smiled and....shhh." His attention had gone back to the screen."

"She does have a great pair of tits Jimmy I grant you." Dad said

"Tell me you didn't get a good look while she was picking her stuff up. Go on I dare you."

Dad laughed, "Like I said she does have a great pair of tits."

"So how we going to get our hands on them mate. Who knows we may even get to fuck the horny bitch as well." Uncle Jimmy was really letting go now and dad didn't seem to mind.

"I don't know Jimmy...."

"Your not still worried about her being your daughter are you." Jimmy butt in.

"No! fuck me those were just a great pair of tits I was looking at believe me, and the hard on that went with them was for a gorgeous sexy woman that I would love to fuck believe me."

I smiled at Carl who knew exactly what was going through my mind. Or did he? I would find out later after I had fucked him.

"We will just have to be patient Jimmy. It may never happen but if the opportunity arises I am going to take it. Wherever and whenever that may be. For now I am off to bed for good hard wank." Dad stood up, topped up his glass, raised it to uncle Jimmy and went off to bed. A minute or so later uncle Jimmy too went off to bed.

I pounced on Carl and we had sex. I say that because we were both just so turned on that it was a bloody well needed fuck, no lovemaking just a great fuck. Then we made our plans.

Dad and uncle Jimmy were off on a business trip for a week but said that they would definitely be back so I rang the office and made arrangements for Denis, my installation guy to drop everything and come over to check out doing a full installation. I told him to get a cab here as I needed him here fast. Cost me over £200 but I thought it was worth it.

"Hi Denis." I said, "How's business doing?"

Denis threw his arms round me and pecked me on the cheek, "You know how business is doing you're my only client and I can't keep up with it all." He laughed, "I have had to employ two new guys and reckon I still need another one. So what's all the rush."

"Right! I need a full installation done. PIR's cameras, alarm system the works and you only have a week to do it. I don't care what it takes it must be finished within a week and I want maximum cover in all rooms. With a few extras." I grinned at his shocked look.

"I don't know Amy, I don't know if I can do it."

"I will pay you whatever it cost and a £1000 bonus to your guys if they get it done in time."

"£1000 each?" Denis smiled and tilted his head slightly.

"Done!" I said putting my hand out. We shook on the deal. "Carl will give you instructions on the extras." I added

"Is he here? Great I ain't seem him for ages it will be good to chat to him. I take it you want us to stay here and work 24/7?"

"As long as it's finished in time you can do whatever you want ok. Just keep it clean." I laughed. He knew what I meant being one of my many ex sex partners.

I told Carl the arrangements and as we had discussed before we went to sleep he told Denis about the extras. The PIR's were just that, PIR's. They acted as detectors and also had a built in wireless camera. If you put 4 in a large room you could survey the whole room with ease and they also had angle and zoom controls built in. These were going to be put in every room in the house We also had smoke detectors which had the same built in features. The extras were remote control cameras in light fittings or buried in headboards and such. This was harder to do as they had to be fitted but remain invisible. Neither mum or dad ever spent much time here really so any slight décor changes wouldn't be noticed but we had to keep it to the minimum. Once all this was set in motion I was redundant. I didn't know how to fit them or the recorders in the camera room and I just kept getting in the way. Even when I just sat by the pool or sun bathed the ever increasing number of workers just kept stopping work and looking at me, and however much I may have wanted to fuck one or two of them the work came first. And anyway I made myself a promise a long time ago never to ruin business with pleasure and I have always stuck to that rule. So I decided to go off and have a look round the local village.

I decided to walk as it was a nice day and if I went through the woods it was only about a half hour walk.. Walking wasn't something I did a great deal of to be honest, being one of those lazy car drivers that would drive a hundred yards to buy a pint of milk rather than walk it. But I had to admit I did enjoy the leisurely stroll. The fresh air and the silence in the woods was just so relaxing. The memory of Carl and I when we first fucked in here also popped into my head and I admit made me wet all over again. In what seemed like minutes I was on the outskirts of the village. I strolled down the road and glanced at the church. It seemed out of place in a way for such a small village. It was much bigger than I would have expected. Obviously Norman built I decided to have a look around.

As I entered the church it was obvious that the church itself only took up part of the building so curious as to what the annexes' were I hunted around for signs of life or maybe a door sign with 'Keep Out' written on it but nothing. So I opened one of the doors and peered inside.

"Hello!" A voice said, "Can I help you?"

I couldn't see who was speaking but the sound made me jump so I bid a hasty retreat. The voice called after me, "Please wait. I didn't mean to give you a fright. Wait."

The voice seemed friendly so I came to a halt and turned round to see who I had disturbed, "I'm sorry father I didn't mean to disturb you."

"And I didn't meant to frighten you so can we start afresh do you think? My name is Father Brian and I am the priest here in St Benedict's." He held his hand out.

Taking a deep sigh I took his hand and gently shook it, "Hello." I said, "I am Amy West. I live up at Hethersett House. And I was being nosey." This of course made us both laugh.

"I was going to make some tea if you would like a cup. Your not one of my usual parishioners so I assume you have another reason to be here."

"Err....yes Father, to both your statements. I would love a coffee though if that's ok, and I was just curious about the church, it just seemed so big for such a small village."

"Are well, there you are right. I will reveal all as we drink if you wish?"

It seemed that Father Brian loved the history of this church as he seemed to know everything about it. Between making coffee, and glancing at my legs covered only in a micro mini he proceeded to tell me everything he knew.

It seems that the church was at one time a nunnery as well and the nuns used to come here from all over the country to rest from the hard work of city nunneries where they often spent long hours with the sick and the needy. So in effect this was a rest home before they again went abroad or back into the cities. Now however it was home to the resident priest and at most four or five nuns, though at the moment there was only one here. Both the nun and Father Brian were new here which I already knew but during his ramblings it came out that he had not been celibate all his life, in fact at one point he was engaged to be married. She changed her mind and by pure coincidence Brian decided to become Father Brian. The nun Sister Clare, who at a guess was a little younger than myself, had been brought up in a convent and had never thought of becoming anything other than a nun, she had no idea of outside life, or even growing up with 'normal' people. She was a shy but pretty young thing really, I always imagined all nuns to be old haggard harridans who's look could convert the devil to Christianity. At this point I should say that I have not one single iota of belief in God. Never seen much use for it to be honest, and I told Father Brian as much.

I think he realised that the usual 'The Lord works in mysterious ways' blurb wasn't going to work with me so he didn't even try. "We each choose our own path Amy. Far be it from me to tell you yours is wrong."

Sister Clare looked a little shocked at this statement so I said, "Don't worry Clare, you don't mind if I call you Clare do you that sister bit is just too much of a mouthful, anyway don't worry it wont stop Brian from trying to recruit me to his beliefs isn't that right Father?"

Father Brian just smiled, "I think you can make some interesting conversation Amy" he said, "be it about Christ or any other subject." He smiled, his eyes still flitting from one point on my body to another, discretely of course or so he thought. Sister Clare was as bad as father Brian. She too kept looking at my body, or my clothing. The difference was I don't think she knew why.

When I left I promised to return the following day. It had been, different, is about all I can say really. I think I found him a challenge and her, well, maybe it was time she saw what the real world had to offer. I had no definite plans in my head as it was just too full of dad and uncle Jimmy but I would make the most of this week away from the house and see what developed.

One thing about living in a very old mansion house is it had secret passageway's and unexpected little rooms scattered throughout the place. Carl and I had found a secret stairway between our rooms a long time ago that led to a loft room about thirty feet square. This was going to be our security room. All the cameras through out the house would be fed into this room which was fitted out with a bank of monitors and one large forty eight inch flat screen that you could switch to any of the cameras you chose. You know the sort of thing I mean so I wont go into detail as I don't know the workings of it all anyway. I went to this room to find Carl flicking between the cameras that had already been fitted and testing the pan and zoom effects. All seemed to be working well and I had to admit things seemed to be on schedule. Carl was in his element, being the picture taker in the family and he had chosen the software to use so he could easily grab stills if he wanted. I left him to it and ordered dinner in from the Chinese. Denis had brought in four guys to help with the fitting and they would be staying over so I ordered for them as well. We had plenty of rooms for them to stay in the main house but they chose to stay in the converted stable which had six bedrooms, a kitchen, dinning room and a lounge so it was plenty big enough for the five of them. One of them had already brought in a crate of beer so they were set for the night. Not that they stopped work because they ate there meal and carried on till I don't know what time.

The following day I again went to the church. I cant really say why, I just seemed to be drawn to it and I can assure you it wasn't for religious reasons. Father Brian was out till lunch time so Sister Clare was on her own. She welcomed me with a huge smile and offered me coffee. I could see she was nervous about something but let her make the coffee before I said anything. Clare put my coffee in front of me and took a seat opposite. She kept looking at me, dressed as I was in a thin top no bra and very short shorts I suppose I was a whole lot different to what she was used to. I doubt if anyone of the parishioners dressed this way for Sunday service.

I smiled at her and she flushed a bright red, "So what is on your mind?" I asked looking her in the eyes, gazing deep into her mind.

"Oh! I'm sorry....was I staring. I do apologise." She stammered and turned her head away."

"Don't be silly Clare," I laughed, "Come on talk to me. I thought we were friends."

"Oh! Are we? I would love that. I have never had a....friend, before. Not really."

"Well you have one now. So don't be shy. Friends don't have secrets. We can talk about anything and it's just between us ok."

She took a deep breath and lowered her head a little, still looking up at me, "It's....just that....You just seem....so different. So confident and you look pretty and I have never met anyone like you before but then I always lived in the convent and never...."




Amy Ch. 01



"Whoa whoa. Slow down a little." I laughed. "Take a deep breath and then start again."

"Sorry" she replied obviously embarrassed.

"So you're a bit shocked at me and how I look then." I said with a smile.

"Well....just a little, well no. A lot really. All the parishioners here are quite elderly and I came here straight from the convent so your....a surprise I suppose. I have never seen anyone....like you. Your clothes...."

"....are a bit outrageous." I finished for her

"No. No I wasn't going to say that really I wasn't." She said obviously worried that I might take insult.

"Clare don't be afraid to say what you think ok. I dress to tease. And I do it on purpose. I love the way I look and I know that it gets me attention. I do have more moderate clothing for those occasions when I need it and maybe, I should wear it when I come here if I shock you too much."

"No please don't do that. I like the way you...." She halted what she was saying and obviously changed it, "....you dress however you wish to." She tried a smile but it wouldn't come.

"So tell me about yourself then Clare. You said you have always been with the convent. Why was that?" I changed the subject to something a little more comfortable for her.

Give this girl a subject she knows about and she will talk forever but the gist of it was this. Her parents, she believed, had died in a car crash when she was a baby and no other relatives could be traced, so she was put into a Catholic home for children till she was old enough to go into the convent. It seemed that no other path was offered to her so she just went along with it believing it was her chosen path. She was religious and prayed for guidance all the time. Eventually, at a very young age, she took her vows. A short time later she was posted here to act as housekeeper to Father Brian and to serve the needs of the parishioners. She had definitely never met anybody like me, she had never been alone with a man that wasn't a priest, had never dressed in normal clothes or even ever possessed any, never eaten a burger and would die if she saw a bikini. She had absolutely no idea whatsoever what sex was other than to procreate the species. Now if that wasn't a challenge I don't know what was. But I liked her, for all her naivety I felt sorry for her.

"Well I can see why somebody like me is a bit of a shock." I said, as she stopped to breath

"Just a little bit." She smiled

"Have you never wondered what it would be like just to walk down the street in normal clothes?" I asked.

She pulled her habit, "These are normal clothes," she said, "For me anyway. I could never wear anything like that." she added a little embarrassed.

"I should hope not." I laughed, "The parishioners would die in the aisles."

She put her hands to her face and laughed loudly rocking backwards in her chair. "Mr Thompson especially. He can't keep his eyes of Mrs Kelly the widow." A look of shock appeared on her face at this slip of the tongue.

"Don't worry Clare, we are friends. We can say anything and nobody but us will ever know. Ok?"

"But it's wrong to talk about the congregation like that. It's a sin." She said, worried.

"Not a bad one though." I smiled and pat her hand gently. The first physical contact we had ever had, small but electric. 

She slipped her hand from under mine and stood up. "Would you like some more coffee?" she asked flustered.

"Yes please." I said, smiling. "You never answered my question though."

"What question was that?" she asked as she filled the kettle.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to put a normal dress on and walk down the street.

"Oh I couldn't." She said a little shocked. "I don't have any for a start and I would be recognised and Father Brian would find out and I would be in so much trouble."

"Look. If it was possible would you like to try?" I asked gently

She said nothing to begin with then as she put the coffee down in front of me she said, "Y....Yes. I think I would. But nothing like that....sorry."

"Ok then. We will go back to my place and have a look in my wardrobe for something long and drab." I laughed. At that moment Father Brian walked in. "you don't mind if Sister Clare and I go for a walk do you Father."

He looked at me quizzically, "No....No I suppose not." He said and then looking at Clare added "As long as your back for mass sister."

"Of course Father." Clare said, eyes lowered to the floor. She stood up, obviously in need of a quick departure. I followed her out the door and once outside I heard her release a long hard breath.

"He knows. I can tell. He knows what we are doing." She said almost hysterical.

I took hold of her hand before we left the church. "Listen. He has no idea. Can you tell me anywhere in the bible where it say's you must were these clothes all the time?"

She stopped. Thought for a moment. "No. I can't." Again she gently slipped her hand free.

"Come on then. We will go through the woods. It's quicker and we can go in the back door. Hopefully nobody will see you. Ok?"

She gave a big smile and walked out into the real world, seemingly full of confidence. We got back to the house and checked the way to my room as we went. Nobody was around and we got there undetected. I could feel her sense of relief as I closed the door behind us. I walked into the closet, "Right let's see what we have for an innocent like yourself shall we." I said with a laugh, rummaging through the rows and rows of clothing. I pulled several dresses out plus a few other bits that I doubted she would have the courage to wear but hey I wanted to see how far she would go. We took the pile into the bedroom and lay them on the bed.

"Here try these on." I said, handing her a skirt and blouse that I hadn't worn for years. Though short, the skirt wasn't particularly revealing and the blouse was one I would wear to a business meeting so perfectly acceptable I thought. She took the clothes and stood there looking at me. I smiled at her, "The bathroom is over there." I said pointing. She smiled, embarrassed and walked in the direction my finger pointed.

It was sometime before I heard the door open slightly. Her head appeared but she hid the rest of her body behind the door. "Well let me see then Clare. I bet you look different don't you? Come on."

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes which was just as well because if they had been open she would have seen me on the verge of orgasm. She was gorgeous. Stunning. The skirt came just above the knees so not too short and the top fit her perfectly, showing her very very erect nipples. I took a silent deep breath and forced myself to sound normal. "You look wonderful." I said, "Here have a look in the mirror."

"Really. Do I?" She said rushing over to the full length mirror. The first look she had on her face was horror. She instantly put her arms across her breasts which were ample and very firm. "Oh my word. No I cant look like this. No." She turned and went to rush back to the bathroom.

I grabbed her by the arm and spun her round to look in the mirror once again. "Why not?" I asked sternly, "Tell me what is wrong. You look gorgeous. And so very decent so what is wrong with what you see?"

"I....I....You can see....everything." She stammered

"So why didn't you keep your bra on then?" I asked. The quizzical look on her face came as a shock to me. "Don't you move one inch." I rushed to the bathroom and sorted through her clothing, which was neatly folded on the seat. No bra. That look she gave was a look of total ignorance of what a bra was. I walked back to her smiling.

"You don't know what a bra is do you?"

"No. Should I?" she replied innocently.

"Well I don't wear them often but yes you should know what a bra is. Take that top off while I sort one out for you." I went to the drawers and rifled through till I found a new unopened bra and panty set. Judging by the blouse she was the same size as me or close enough not to matter. When I turned round she had undone the buttons to the blouse but was holding the front together with her hands. "Well come on take it off." She stood there frozen. "Clare this,"! I said pulling the bra from the packing, "is a bra. Do you have any idea how to put it on?" I stood there dangling it in the air, smiling.

She looked to the floor, "No."

I put my arm round her shoulder and pulled her to me, "Clare. We are friends. We are both women, you don't have anything hidden under there that I haven't seen before every time I look in a mirror. Trust me, nobody will ever know but us. Our secret ok. Lets just be two friends, two women together doing womanly things. Ok?"

She looked up at me. "I have never been....in the convent, when we washed, we were always dressed. Nobody has....ever seen...."

"Do you trust me Clare? Are we real friends?" I asked gently, my arms still round her shoulders.

"Oh yes. I feel so safe with you. I have never had a real friend before." she said.

"Then you have to trust me enough to do as I ask. Ok?" I said softly, "No questions. No thinking just close your eyes and do it as quick as you can. Ok? And trust me"

"Ok. I will try." She murmured.

"Ok." I said, holding her at arms length. "Now these sets come in two parts. Bra and knickers, or panties as they are better known. You might as well get it all over with in one fell swoop. So. Drop the blouse."

Clare hesitated. "Now Clare, drop it." Shocked she did as she was told. "Now the skirt drop it." With only a second hesitation she did as she was told. At the sight of what Clare wore underneath I nearly burst into hysterical laughter. Even my great grandmother wouldn't have worn anything like that I am sure. I kept myself under control though "Now your knickers." Again hesitation, "Clare quickly, do it."

At last she was naked. Her arms trying to cover everything her body had to offer and failing miserably. I said nothing, just gazed in awe at this perfect body, this perfect virgin body. Never touched by man or woman, including Clare I bet. "Stop squirming around Clare and open your eyes. Have a real look at yourself and be proud of what God has given you. For truly this is Gods gift."

That seemed to ease her tension a little. Still trying to cover herself she stood up, dropped her arms to her sides and slowly opened her eyes. Her chin dropped and her eyes went wide. "I....I....have never seen myself before....ever."

"Tell me what do you see Clare?"

"I don't know, I don't know how to express it. It seems so wrong."

"Hmmm. Ok." I said quickly stripping off my clothes. "Tell me what you see when you look at me then."

"Amy! No! I couldn't." Clare said, her eyes glued to my body.

"Clare," I said softly, "What do you see when you look at me. Tell me. Just make it nice." I laughed, which seemed to relieve some of the tension in the air.

I saw her take a deep breath and hold it for a second, "I see a lovely woman who is my friend and....and...Oh I cant say it I can't."

"Well what I see is a gorgeous young woman" I said, "with a wonderful, beautiful body who is my closest friend."

Clare threw herself into my arms and hugged me for all she was worth, I thought she would break my ribs but I held her close feeling that she was about to explode. "That's how I feel. You are really gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful and I feel so silly right now." She shuddered slightly and I waited for the tears to come.

After a couple of minutes she seemed to pull herself together. I stepped back and looked at her she wiped her cheeks with her hand. I went over to the dresser and poured her a glass of wine from a half empty bottle. "Nothing strong just wine." I said, "Just drink it, you will feel a bit better. Not converted from water just from the grape but miracles are bit hard to come by these days." I laughed

She took the wine and put the glass to her lips, sipping it to begin with then, liking the taste I suppose drank the whole glass down. "Phew! She said, "I feel a little better now." She must have felt a lot better as she made no attempt to cover her body, much to my delight, though we would have to do something about that huge bush she had growing around her pussy. But that was for another day.

"Right so lets get these clothes on you and see how you look." I picked up the bra and held it out in front of me, "Arms." I said. She held her arms out and I slipped the bra on her, made the strap adjustments and then handed her the panties, the blouse and the skirt. At last she was dressed and my pussy was so wet with all this bodily contact I was in need of some relief, but that would have to wait. I brushed her hair and put a bandana in it. Not much but it would do for now and then I grabbed my makeup bag.

"No I cant." Clare said, "It's paint. It's only for....wrong women." she added

"Like Mary Magdalene you mean." I said quickly, "The prostitute that both Jesus and the church have forgiven I believe, even though she wore make up till the day she died." I didn't know if this was true or not but it seemed to hit a spot.

"Well....I don't suppose a little bit will hurt. But just a little."

That was good enough for me. With a pair of low heels she done and once she was dressed and made up she looked nothing like Sister Clare. This was a young gorgeous woman and I was going to initiate her into the ways of sex. My mind was made up, I needed her. I wanted her so bad I felt I could just take her here and now. But, I knew I would have to be patient. Everything would happen in its own time and who knows just how good it would be then. I put my own clothes back on and said, "Ok. Lets you and me go out into the outside world." I could see she was about to object but I put my finger to her lips. She took a deep breath and nodded. I took her arm and led her downstairs. Carl was on his way up and she heard the footsteps Clare went to pull away from me but I had a strong hold on her arm, "Hi Carl. This is....Karen, my friend from....Aylesford. She just came for a visit."

Carl's eyes went wide as he gazed upon that gorgeous body and such an innocent face. "Hi." he said finally holding out his hand. Clare took it, a little shocked it seemed to me. Carl gently touched her hand, "Nice to meet you. I hope we can chat later but I have a camera to sort out." With that he ran off up the stairs. Clare's eyes followed him as he went. 

I knew it would be too much to expect if I tried to take Clare into the village or even to town for her first outing so we strolled around the house. I knew the guys would be in the barn about now having their break so I headed out there with Clare tagging along dutifully. "Hi guys how's it going?" I asked, "This is my friend Karen, from Aylesford come for a visit, be gentle with her she is a little innocent." I said with a laugh. I looked at Clare who was bright red with embarrassment.

"You can come and visit anytime gorgeous." one of the men said, his eyes roaming over Clare's body. A melee of comments and remarks followed, some clean but some were most definitely rude, not that Clare realised it. I could feel her getting a bit agitated so decided that she had seen enough for her first trip into the real world. I took her elbow and guided her back to my room. She seemed strangely quiet as we walked. 

Clare suddenly started to shake and headed for the armchair. She seemed to just make it before she collapsed and as she sat down she threw her arms around her shoulders and silent tears ran down her face.

"Hey, hey what's the matter babe?" I asked. I had never called her babe before, it just seemed to fit really as I called all my friends babe.

"Babe. Gorgeous. I am none of these things. I am a nun." She cried. Sobbing loudly now.

I sat on the arm of the chair and pulled her head to my shoulder. I said nothing, just let her sob her tears and handed her tissues until she had calmed down.

"I'm sorry." Clare said after a while. "It's all just too strange. I felt....I don't know how I felt. It was all just....oh I can't explain it."

"How did it make you feel though Clare. Sick? Shocked? Embarrassed? Churning stomach?" I asked "Certainly embarrassed, and yes my stomach was churning all the time but something more, something deeper inside me seemed....seemed....to burn. To burn right through me, all over me somehow I thought I was going to pass out before we got back."

I smile at her and deep inside I screamed a shout of victory. I was fairly certain what she had felt was 'turned on'. Certainly as much as a nun could be. "Well they certainly liked you 'Karen'." I said.

Clare gave a short laugh, "Why Karen?"

"Well I could hardly introduce you as Sister Clare could I and Karen was the fist name I could think of. So now, when your in normal clothes I will call you Karen."

"Oh no. I can't do it again. No it's wrong, I can't." Although she was shaking her head as she said it she didn't have much conviction in her voice.

"Well don't worry about it for now. You get changed and I will walk you back to the church."

"I suppose so. I don't want to be late for mass. Father Brian would be angry."

"You sound like you would rather keep those clothes on than go back to your habit." I laughed.

"Well they do feel nice and I must admit I look totally different to 'Sister Clare." she smiled, running her hands over the material of her skirt. "But I think Father Brian would have something to say if I arrived back like this."

"Well why don't we just agree that while your dressed in normal clothes you will be Karen my bestest friend and in your habit you will be Clare, a nun of this parish. And if you feel really daring you can keep the underwear on. OK"

A huge smile crossed Clare's face, "Oh may I?"

"Of course you can. But we must get some of your own. You can leave it here and change into it when we go out."

"Oh I couldn't afford to. They must be so expensive and we only get a small amount of money for our needs."

"Don't worry about that. Tomorrow I will introduce you to a woman's favorite past time. Shopping." I said with glee. "Now let me help you get changed."

I pulled her out of the chair and started to undo the buttons to the blouse. She was like a little girl, she stood there and aloud me to undo the buttons, I looked into her eyes and, after the briefest moment she turned her head away, but not before she took a sharp intake of breath. As I slipped the blouse off her shoulders I could feel her tremble at my touch. I moved behind her and undid the zipper to the skirt, I slid my hands inside the skirt onto her hips and slowly moved down until the skirt dropped. I could feel her shaking under my touch and I was so tempted to take things further, but I held myself in check. I slid my hands up her arms to her shoulders and slowly her arms moved across her breasts. "Are you sure you want to keep the underwear on?" I asked.

"Y....yes. If you don't mind?"

"Go and get dressed then and lets see if we can sneak you out." I said softly

She hurried off to the bathroom and I couldn't help but watch as her buttocks swayed. The heat I felt in my pussy was immense. I wanted her so bad I felt like taking her here and now and to be honest I don't know how I held off, but I did.

We managed to get away undetected and half an hour later we were back at the church. We had talked most of the way back and by the time we arrived she was much more relaxed and smiling. I left her at the church gate with a promise that I would be back the following day. "Think about going into town ok. If you feel up to it phone me and I will bring some clothes for you to wear. We don't have to buy anything if you don't want to, we can just walk around so you get to see people leading their normal lives."

"I don't know." she replied, "I'm too scared I may be recognised."




Amy Ch. 01



 I - From Mild to Wild


Amy caught John at it again. 

A week ago, Amy had come home early from shopping, and found her husband standing near the window of their upstairs bedroom, staring out the window. She had quietly approached, and looked out the window to see what had captured his attention. 

Their next-door neighbor, Jill, was sunbathing. 

As the song goes, she wore an itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny bikini, but that was where the adherence to the lyrics stopped. The bikini top was a deep pink color with scalloped ruffled edges, and the bikini bottoms were a light blue paisley-like pattern, although if Amy had been daring enough to sneak up behind John and put her hands over his eyes, asking him what the color of Jill's bathing suit was, John probably wouldn't have been able to tell her; he wasn't really looking at the bikini, but at the areas on Jill's body that the bikini didn't cover, that expanse of tan skin that bore testament to her habit of taking the sun in what she thought was the privacy of her back yard.

Amy giggled at the thought, and how badly her husband would react, caught red-faced if not red-handed, so to speak. The sound of her amusement broke John from his spell, and he grew flustered.

"I was just..." he stammered when she interrupted him from making any excuse.

"John, I told you last time... I don't mind if you look. Jill does have a fine body, and she obviously takes care of it - why shouldn't you look? Its not like she wears a one-piece when she and Jack come over to swim, right?" Amy soothed. "Would you like me to leave you to it, or would you like some company?"

A confused look passed over John's face. "Company? No, I was just finishing up..."

Amy sauntered over to where her husband stood. "What a shame..." she murmured, leaning up to kiss John's shoulder. Gracefully sliding to her knees, she reached over to where John's trousers bulged. "Maybe you should let me be the one to finish you up, my love..." she purred up at him, running a finger across his fabric-covered cock. "I mean, it would be a shame to let a perfectly hard cock like this go to waste, now wouldn't it?" she asked rhetorically as she unzipped his trousers. 

John looked down at his beautiful wife of many years with surprise. She was petite, with a stunning carriage and breasts that seemed to defy gravity. Her breasts were perfect for her diminutive frame, and her pale white skin practically glowed in the darkness of their bedroom. Her red-gold hair was parted on the left and hung down in waves past her shapely shoulders. 

Yet it was not her beauty which had captured and kept his heart through the years - it was her kindness, her lively intelligence, and her compassionate spirit which had bound him to her. John had always been a conservative fellow, and had taken pride that the core of their relationship was firmly affixed in a bedrock of mutual respect and regard, and not on ephemeral things like beauty. Granted, he found Amy utterly beautiful - how could anyone with working eyes not? - but he felt quite privileged that their relationship transcended mere sex. He tried to make as few demands on her in that regard as possible, trying not to dwell upon the secular parts of their marriage, but rather on the sacred union of their hearts. Jill had always been virtuous, and he had not wanted to press his animalistic urges upon such an angel.

And so he was somewhat disconcerted at the ravishing woman who had removed his cock from his trousers and was gently nuzzling it. Amy had always been somewhat reserved and quiet, so John had thought that the subject, unless he sought to impose his disgusting desires upon her, was closed. A shudder of pleasure passed through his body as she kissed the sensitive cock-head. All of a sudden, a spasm of guilt joined the pleasure - his angel was kissing his cock, and he was looking out at another woman? Incipient tendrils of betrayal started to form, but Amy could read her husband's face like a book - a large-print book, at that!

"John," she said, wrapping her hand gently around his cockshaft, "I want you to look... I want you to look at Jill's body while I stroke your cock. I want you to let your imagination run free; I want you to think about what her nipples might look like, might taste like, under those scraps of swimsuit." She took the head of his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, moaning like an animal in heat. "I want you to think about how it would feel to be standing behind her... running your hands under her top.... pinching her nipples. I want you to imagine how wet her sweet pussy would get, feeling your cock through your swimsuit against her ass..." Her hand continued to pump his cock gently while he stared down at her with amazement. "And while you do that, I'm going to tease... " she briefly sucked the head of his cock into her mouth again. "...and taste.... " Pausing once more, she ran her tongue all the way down the underside of his cock, from the head to the base. "....and then you are going to cum for me," She looked up and held his eyes. "You are going to cum hard, and fill. My. Mouth. With. Your. Cum." While he watched, she took as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. "Jill can have your eyes tonight, but your cock and your cum is all mine!"

Helpless to resist - and to be honest, who would WANT to resist? - John reached down and ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you" was all he said, but those simple three words, so common and familiar, held a plethora of new depth and feeling. "Hey, eyes back in Jill, mister!" she laughingly chided, and her husband, with a wide grin, complied.

Amy went back to playing with her lover's cock, enjoying the sensations she was causing in his body. "Besides, she knows that men look... and she likes it."

"How do you know that?" John asked softly.

"Easy, silly... I asked her," Amy replied, her voice deep and sultry.

"You did what?" John exclaimed.

"Well, after last week, I though I'd let her know that we could see into her backyard when she was sunbathing - oh hush, I told her I could, I didn't mention you, calm down - and you know Jill... she told me that she wished it had been you instead of me." It hadn't taken a long time after Jack and Jill had moved in before Amy had found out that Jill was perhaps one of the least shy - and most sexually experienced - woman she had ever known. "She said that if she had her way, she'd sunbathe in a circle of admiring men, and that watching them become all hot and bothered would be such a turn-on for her..." Amy impaled her mouth upon his cock as it quivered with excitement. "She told me she'd love to know that men were looking at her body and cumming.... so I thought that the next time I saw you looking, I'd take her up on her offer, in a way..." John moaned and whimpered under both her speech and her ministrations.

Amy started moving her hands in a twisting motion as she stroked his cockshaft, and kissed the head of his cock. "Maybe I'll tell her I sucked you off while you watched her sun herself... would you like that, lover? Imagine how she'd love to have you stroking your cock, watching her... maybe she'd slip off the top. Do you think she would, John? Would you like to see the lust in her eyes as she stared at your cock? Maybe she'd stroke her nipples, urging you to cum on her boobs, or her face.... I can just imagine her rubbing your cum cream into her skin afterwards.... "

John moaned, and from long familiarity, Amy could tell he was getting close to losing all semblance of control. "Picture her face as you pumped your cum onto her chest, baby... and give me something to taste... cum for me, cum in my mouth... " John was in no need of urging. The sight of his neighbor's hard, tanned body and his wife's voracious appetite sent him over the edge with a feral growl. Pulse after pulse sent more cum into his wife's mouth, and he could hear her moan as she took it all down her throat.

John collapsed backwards on the bed, drained. Amy sidled up besides him, kissing him gently now that his own passion had crested. They lay there together in a companionable, easy silence, until John's voice, hoarse with passion, broke the silence.

"So... was any of that true?" he asked,

Amy smirked, her satisfaction redolent in her voice. "Some of it... I'll let you figure out which parts."