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An Anniversary To Remember

By: emvin



Sarah and I have been going out for a year now. She's a great girl and we are really happy together. Sarah's cute and sexy with long curly blonde hair and toned petite figure. She is about 5'5 and has the most beautiful big blue eyes I have ever seen. We first met at the gym where I was working as a personal trainer. I saw her one day in the aerobics class working her little butt off. She looked so sexy I just couldn't help approaching her. Now a year later we are hardly ever apart. I must admit we look pretty good together; I'm nearly 6ft, dark hair, and dark skin with broad muscular shoulders. 

To celebrate our first anniversary this year we decided to take a hiking holiday deep within Queensland's tropical rainforests. The weather was hot and humid, and after the first few hours we were desperate to cool off. We saw on the map that a waterfall and gorge was just a few hundred metres away. In anticipation we ran towards the sound of crashing waters. It was beautiful and secluded. Not another human was within miles of the area. The waterfall was big but calm, as it poured out into a serene swimming hole. 

By this time we were stripping off the layers as the heat was unbearable. I watched Sarah as she unbuttoned her shirt revealing firm rounded breasts. She slipped off her panties standing before me stark naked. After all these months I still go wild when I see Sarah in the nude. 

"Come on, I'll race you in," said Sarah and with that she sprinted into the water. I watched her little toned ass as she dived under. I couldn't help thinking about her cool smooth skin gliding through the water. I stripped off my last layer and ran in after her. 

We splashed around for a while before gravitating towards each other in a warm embrace. I could feel her hard wet nipples pushing into my chest as we kissed a passionate kiss. Rubbing against each others bodies I couldn't help becoming aroused and by the look of Sarah I could tell she was feeling the same way.

We swam across to a group of smooth rocks, water trickling over them from the flowing waterfall. We continued to hug and kiss while I caressed every inch of her smooth skin. 

As the water trickled over our bodies I kissed her neck slowly, then moved down to her nipples. I took the right one into my mouth and flicked over it with my tongue. Sarah loves it when I do this as it always makes her horny. Moving over to the left nipple I took it into my mouth sucking over it with my moist lips.

Moving down I left a trail of little wet kisses all the way to her inner thighs. I pondered there for a moment knowing the suspense was building up for her. Just before it got too much to bear I pushed my tongue inside her hot vagina, moist from her increasing arousal. She moaned quietly. Flicking over her swollen clit I took in the taste of her sweet juices on my lips. I sucked her clit faster as she moved her hips in time with my tongue flicks. 

Her moans became louder and quicker as I sucked and flicked her harder. She raised her hips closer to my mouth as her climax drew nearer. I pushed my tongue into her pushing on her G-spot. Sarah grasped my hair, pushing me in deeper inside her extremely hot wet pussy. She groaned loudly with pleasure while her orgasm took over her whole body and her sweet cum poured out of her.

I moved back up to her beautiful lips and kissed her sweetly while holding her body so tightly. We breathed deeply as she took in the taste of her cum on my lips. While in our embrace, Sarah slided her hand down my body to meet my hard throbbing cock, knowing I was in desperate need of some attention down there. Clasping it in her hand she rubbed slowly pulling the foreskin right back from the head. By this time we were sitting opposite each other. She lowered her head planting little kisses along my neck and chest. Then she descended to my foreskin lightly licking and kissing it. 

I couldn't wait to be inside her mouth. She took me into her sucking on the head of my penis. It felt so good with the two areas being worked at once, the foreskin on her tongue and the shaft in her hand. Tightening her grip she thrusted faster while sucking harder and flicking my foreskin with her tongue. I could tell she loved giving this to me, knowing how much I enjoyed it. I breathed deeply and quietly moaned as I stroked her soft wavy hair, guiding her head over my pumping hard cock. The sensations were getting stronger and she was going harder than ever before. I reached my climax, ejaculating deep inside her mouth while she sucked up every last drop of my cum. 

I sighed with relaxation as she withdrew me from her and moved up into my arms. We looked into each others eyes for a moment, loving each other so much. She whispered, "Jack I'm still horny."

Acting on that I moved my hand down to her pubic hair, massaging her clean trimmed bush. Then I slid my middle finger over her clit, rubbing it in small quick circles, the wetness still flowing from her vagina. I rubbed her gently as she leaned back, groaning with want for more. I felt my dick becoming aroused again as she displayed her enjoyment and I knew she wanted me in her as much as I did.

I moved on top of her hot little body and lowered my hard cock into her throbbing pussy. She grabbed my ass cheeks with so much strength, helping guide me into her smooth passage. The feeling of being inside her was amazing. I pushed the full length of my cock deep inside her. She was really into it. Still holding my but she pushed my hips towards her, causing my dick to thrust harder with every stroke. It felt so good and I knew she was loving it too. Sarah was moaning loudly now, "Fuck me harder Jack," she whispered into my ear. As I kept on pumping her I felt the walls of her cunt tightening, her breathing growing heavier. It felt like we were emerged as one as we held each other so tightly, anticipating climax.

The build up inside me was getting so strong I knew I was going to explode. Sarah let out a loud cry as she squeezed her vagina tighter, pushing me into ecstasy. I pounded her hard sending her over the edge. Sarah screamed with sheer pleasure and our juices poured out together like lava erupting from a volcano. The feeling was so strong words just can't describe it enough.

We stayed there for a minute or two, just holding each other and catching our breath after the exhausting work out. I kissed her forehead and she smiled back at me.

"Let's go for a swim," she said as I thought to myself what we will do for next year's anniversary.

An Anniversary to Remember



My wife was my first. Back in the day, this wasn't such an unusual thing. People got married earlier, you married your high school sweetheart, and we didn't have this wonderful thing called internet porn. If you're wondering whether I've fantasized about what it would be like to sleep with other women, the answer is yes. If you're wondering if I've been faithful, the answer is yes, well sort of. Let me confess.

It was our 20th anniversary, yet I was still only 40 and my wife Emily was 39. Things were tough for us financially, so we decided to have a very low key anniversary. To make it fun, we decided to make a contest on who could give the other the better anniversary present without spending any money. 

I was pretty sure I was going to win it. I spoke to my mom for some ideas and she helped me out by giving me her 25th anniversary wedding ring to give to my wife. It was a 1.5 kt heart shaped diamond on a simple white gold band. 

When anniversary day came, I had cooked dinner for us - some lobster and filet mignon. I thought cooking would put me over the top with this competition. 

All throughout dinner, I had a triumphant smirk on my face. And ironically enough, Emily had quite a smirk on her face too.

"Thanks honey, that was such a wonderful dinner. Now let's open the presents. I can't wait!"

"I'll go first." 

As I said that, I pulled the ring out of my pocket, went over next to her chair and went down on one knee. 

"You're the only woman that I've loved for twenty years and you're the only woman I'll love for eternity. For better or for worse, till death do us part."

Tears welled up in her eyes as I took out the ring and placed it on her left ring finger. 

"That's your mother's ring. I can't take that!"

"It was her idea and it comes with her blessings."

"I love you."

She hugged me tighter than she has for as long as I could remember. After quite the hug, she let me go and looked into my eyes. Her smirk returned.

"Now your present's upstairs, in the bedroom."

I really liked the sound of that as I grabbed her hand and rushed her upstairs. As soon as we got to our room, I stripped naked and sat at the foot of the bed thinking I was going to get some nice anniversary action. 

She proceeded to turn on some jazz and started to strip seductively in front of me. First the white blouse and then the beige mini skirt. She looked gorgeous in her white lace panties. I could see her beautiful brown areolas peeking through the lace, framed by her supple C cup cleavage. I was starting to get semi hard when she surprised me. She opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a bunch of long black silk scarves. She told me to turn my head and, as I did that, she blindfolded me.

Then she told me to lay on my back, center myself, and to spread my arms out. She took my right hand and tied my wrist to the bedpost. She went around to the other side and tied my left hand to the other bedpost. That's when I realized that this was going to be something different. Emily had never played this with me before, but it was exciting and thrilling at the same time. I could have easily forced my arms out of the ties, but I decided to play along.

The next couple of minutes were a little peculiar. She was busy doing something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I did hear some giggling. At the foot of the bed, I heard her voice.

"Happy anniversary darling. This is going to be one you'll never ever forget."

"It already is the best anniversary I've ever had."

Then I felt her hands massaging my feet and ankles, working their way up to my shins. By the time she reached my thighs, I was already as hard as a rock. I never knew she could massage so well, it felt like a professional. Her hands were so soothing and relaxing, I was in a state of heavenly euphoria.

"Honey, I didn't know you knew how to massage like this. If I had known, I would have asked for more a lot longer ago."

She didn't say a word as her hands reached my balls and started gently caressing. As one hand tended to my balls, the other hand slowly started stroking my eager 8 inch shaft. All this time, I was in a state of bliss, moaning and relaxing, just enjoying the moment. She lifted herself closer and I could feel her head was right where it needed to be. I was hoping for a blowjob so badly that I raised my hip, hoping to find her lips somewhere. Finally I felt it, she licked the slit of my cock. She started licking all around the head, in the slit, under the head, and down my shaft. Her tongue worked her way down and she started sucking on my balls. First the left, then the right, making it slick with the wetness from her tongue. 

She surprised me again. She put my cock in her wonderfully warm mouth and, after a few short strokes, my cock went all the way into her mouth and down her throat. The feeling was incredible as she held her lips at the base of my crotch for several seconds. She took it out of her mouth, stroked my cock a few more times, and after a deep breath, took it all in again. She had never deep throated me before, as my length was a little much for her to handle. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have the entire shaft down her throat.

Then came the shocker. As she was continuously stroking and sucking my cock, I felt a breath near my ear. 

"Are you enjoying your anniversary present?"

"Honey, is that you? Then who's..."

As soon as I said that, she immediately put a finger to my lips.

"Ssshhhh. Don't say anything. Just enjoy the moment."

"Is that someone else sucking my dick?"

"Yes honey, this is my anniversary present to you. I know you've been fantasizing about fucking other women. And I think you've been the best husband in the world, so I decided to give this opportunity to you."

"But I'll be cheating on you."

"It's not cheating if your wife is sitting right next to you while you're doing it."

"But how do you know I've been fantasizing about...uh...other women?"

"Don't be nervous honey. Let's just say it's a woman's intuition. Besides, all men think about it 24-7 anyway."

She kissed me, first with a couple of pecks, then she opened her mouth and our tongues were madly intertwined. I hadn't kissed her passionately like that for some time now. Once again, this was something I've never experienced before. My cock getting sucked and kissing my wife at the same was surreal. After several minutes of frenching, Emily asked me if I was coming soon. There was no doubt I was close to exploding.

"Uh, whoever you are I'm going to come."

She didn't stop. In fact, she picked up the pace and was now bobbing up and down on my cock at a furious pace. Her hand and mouth were stroking me in unison and I couldn't hold back any longer. I unleashed a load of cum that would have filled a truck, but she kept my cock in her mouth. I couldn't believe that this girl was swallowing everything I was giving her. Rope after rope, squirt after squirt, she swallowed everything. My heart was pounding fast and my breathing was rapid, as I had the best orgasm of my entire life. 

"Whoever you are, thank you so much. Can I see who you are?'

"No, no, no, no sweetheart. Number one, you cannot know who it is. Number two, we're not done yet."

"We're not?"

"I didn't set all this up for just a short session. There's more you know, that is...if you're up for it."

With that, I laid back, took in the darkness of the blindfold, and decided to soak it all in. 

"Yeah honey, what's next?"



An Anniversary To Remember



Sandy looked beautiful when she came out of the bedroom, down the hall and into our living room where I was having a drink. I watched her over the rim of my glass as she bent to pick up her gloves and bag. We were going out for the evening to a fancy restaurant. The occasion was our 5th anniversary and tonight was going to be special. We had gotten married right after we graduated college together. We were not only lovers while in school, but best friends also. Her degree was in computer science and mine in electrical engineering. 

We both could have landed better paying jobs elsewhere but chose the simpler life of a smaller town. But we were comfortable. We didn't have all we wanted but we didn't have to pinch pennies anymore either. We were in love. Hopelessly, totally, madly in love. Sandy is a petite woman, 27 years old, soft shoulder length auburn hair, beautiful sexy brown eyes. Her long flowing legs are topped off with a well rounded ass that is a sight to behold. Her waist is quite small, making her 34C breasts seem even larger. With an absolutely gorgeous face. Enough to make any man turn his head. I have often noticed strangers watching her as we passed by them. She would usually smile when someone whistled as she passed. Sometimes just to tease them she would wiggle her ass a little more than usual, making her smile a little more. 

Here lately it seemed as though she would do it more often. But I dismissed it as playfulness. She is proud of her beautiful body, and I might add, so I am I. All was going well for us. Our home life was great and our sex life was great That is, until about six months ago. Things seemed to slow down a bit. We weren't making love as often. Just a natural slow down I suspected. After all, we'd been married quite a while and had gotten used to each other. Some slow down at some point had to be expected. Don't get me wrong, the sex was still good. It just seemed as though some of the fire had gone out. And, too, I had been working a lot of over time lately. Trying to make a deadline on a project for an important client from out of town. A large manufacturing plant that would bring some badly needed new jobs to our little city of 75,000. And would mean a healthy profit for our company. Looking back on it now I can understand the strange thing that happened about 3 months ago. 

We were eating out at one of the more popular night spots on the local "strip" one evening when it took place. As we waited for our meal to arrive, a couple walked in and Sandy could not stop staring at the women. To be honest, she was very beautiful. She had a fine figure and was wearing a long flowing black dress accented by a black beaded silk collar. The dress was cut low exposing an ample amount of cleavage. She looked to be about the same age as Sandy. The gentleman looked 20 years her senior. A tall, well dressed, stately looking man. Just watching the way the lady moved across the floor was making my cock twitch. Sandy, however, was transfixed. I leaned close and jabbed her elbow with mine and chuckled "Sweetheart, You're not going bi on me here are you?" It seemed to startle her back to reality. When she turned toward me her face was flushed with embarrassment. 

"I..I'm sorry…Was I staring?…God I'm …I couldn't help it…" she stammered. "Not to worry hon, I think everyone in the room was…including me." I assured her. "She is one beautiful lady." 2 The couple was seated in a booth directly across the narrow dance floor from us. The lady sat with her head tilted slightly downward. Her eyes looking down. She didn't even raise her head when the waiter came to take their order. The gentleman ordered for the both of them. Part way through our meal the lady got up and headed for the ladies room. Sandy leaned over, excused herself saying she, too, must use the restroom. Picking up her purse she hurried away. "Must have to go pretty bad, " I mused. 

Sandy was gone for quite some time and when she came back she looked a bit flushed. "Everything alright sweetheart?" I asked. "Of course darling," she said smiling. "Everything is just fine." A moment later the lady returned and took her seat. I can see her talking to the man but still not looking directly at him. The Man kept stealing glances our way and smiling. I watched as she put her hand under the table and move it about. The table cloth hiding her actual movements. While waiting for our dessert to arrive we moved to the dance floor. Pulling Sandy close, we start slowly moving to the music. Sandy is pushing her hard breasts into me, grinding her hips to mine, causing my cock to stir in my pants. I lean down and kiss her just behind the ear lobe, one of her more sensitive spots. I can hear her breathing in my ear and a soft moan escapes her lips. She melts against me and whispers, "You know what that's doing to me darling." I smile and hold her even closer. When we get back to our table, the waiter is pouring glasses of wine. Thinking he'd made a mistake I said, "We didn't order wine." 

"It is complements of the gentleman at table seven, sir." Indicating the man across the way. 

"Please convey my thanks to him," I said. The waiter nodded his head, bowed and walked over to their table and spoke to them. I picked up my glass and raised it in salute to the gentleman, he nodded his head and returned the salute. 

On our way home that night, Sandy had scooted over close to me and placed her hand on my cock, rubbing it up and down, making it hard once again. Then reached for my zipper tugging it down. Her hand reached inside and pulled my cock free and started jacking me off. Then, without saying a word, bent down and took me all the way into her mouth. My right hand reached down and found her breast, her nipple was already hard to my touch. I pulled into our drive and used the remote to open then close the door when I had pulled inside. My hands went down to her bobbing head. She was deep throating me now with each stroke of her head. I found the handle and scooted my seat back then reclined it. Sandy took her mouth off my cock long enough to lay her seat back too. Then found the zipper on her dress and pulled it down exposing her breasts. She hurriedly unbuckled my pants, I raised my hips and she tugged them down. She started pulling at the hem of her dress, pulling it up to her waist. "Honey, we could go into the bedroom." I said. Climbing over me she said, "Fuck that. No, better yet, fuck me." With that she plunged her dripping pussy down hard on my cock. The reaction was immediate, she started cumming before she had a chance to move. She collapsed on me. I put my arms around her, my raging hard on buried deep inside the soft folds of her steaming pussy. I pushed her backward and took her hard left nipple in my mouth. She pumped up and down three times when another orgasm overtook her. 

"God….I'm cumming again..Ahhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me hard." I thrust my hips up and down, matching her movements……."Damn that cock feels good, soooooooo goooood. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I could feel my own orgasm building deep in my balls. Moving my hips as fast as I can now. My cock pulsating, her muscles squeezing me, trying to milk the cum from my balls. A third more violent orgasm hits her and her whole body starts shaking. "OH….G..God… another one….ohhhhhhhh…don't stop….don't ever stop fucking me…..take me deep …ram that beautiful cock into your slut…OHHH Fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." I can't hold back any longer and we cum together, She once again collapses on my chest as we both gasp for air. "Ohhhhhh Ken…..darling….That was wonderful….Thank you." 

Smiling I say, "No need to thank me….the pleasure was all mine". 

"Well, not totally all yours….I believe that's the hardest I've ever came." We made love twice more that night, each one as good or better than the first. 

The next day at work I was sitting at my drafting table, putting the finishing touches on the project I had worked on for such a long time, when Brad, my boss and longtime friend approached me from behind. 

"Ken, I have someone I want you to meet." He said, "This is James Lexington, from Davis Manufacturing." The project I was working on. I turned around and stared him in the face. He was the man from the restaurant.

"Nice to meet you Ken." He said, shaking my hand 

"The pleasure is mine Mr. Lexington. And thank you for the wine last evening." I said. Brad says, "You two have already met?"

"Not formally Brad, We dined Jason's last night. Mr. Lexington was kind enough to send wine to our table." 

"Please, call me James. If we're to work together I like to be on a first name basis." "Certainly James." I said. 

"Ken, James is the engineer with Davis. You and he will be heading up this project. Ken is our best electrical engineer, sir."

"Then it will be a pleasure I'm sure. We'll start first thing in the morning. My wife, Sarah, and I are still trying get settled in our hotel and that will probably take up the rest of my day." James said. 

"Tomorrow would be great for me too James, I've got just a few more things to do and I'll be through with the plans." 

"Fine, tomorrow it is then." Brad said as they walked away. Boy, I can't wait to tell Sandy about this. 

"You're kidding," Sandy cries. "You actually mean that? It was him?" 

"Yes, and the young woman with him is his wife." I said.

I could see her eyes light up and a smile come across her lips as she heard the news. "Well, we'll just have to have them over for dinner then." Sandy suggested. 

"OK, I'll invite them for…. Saturday night?" 

"That will be fine, Ken. Oh, and find out what they like to eat." 

James was delighted to accept our dinner invitation. He asked for our phone number and said his wife would call Sandy and work out the details. The week went by quickly. Sandy and Sarah talked on the phone daily and by Saturday had become pretty good friends. There was one day they spent the entire day shopping. Although I didn't see anything new in the house but that wasn't unusual,. Sandy often went "window" shopping. Something I considered a waste of time. But did it just to please her even though I enjoyed her company. When I asked what they had bought, all she would say is, "Girl things" and smile in that cute little way of hers, turn and walk away laughing. 

The door bell rang at precisely 7:00. I answered knowing it would be James and Sarah. James was always punctual. He'd told me he didn't like waiting and didn't want anyone to have to wait on him. . I opened to the door to two smiling faces. 

"Come in, come in. Sarah, it's nice to meet you at long last." I said.

Even though the dinner was casual, she looked like something that just stepped out of a model magazine. Not overly dressed, just beautiful. 

"Thank you Sir. Sandy has told me a lot of good things about you. The pleasure's mine" "Hello again James, come in." "Sandy!" I called. "We have guests." 

As she approached I said, "Sandy, I'd like for you to meet James. James, Sandy." 

James took Sandy's hand and said, "Pleased, to meet you my dear." 

Sandy smiled and said, "Welcome to our humble home Sir." 

"Please dear, call me James." 

"Yes Sir…uh..James." 

With that she and Sarah headed for the kitchen. The dinner went just great. We all had a good time laughing, joking and getting to know each other. 

The next few weeks were filled with very long days, working 6 days and staying late almost every night. We even had to spend some time working on Sundays as well. When we did have the time however, the 4 of us would get together for dinner or some other activity and were quickly becoming the best of friends. Finally the pre-construction "jitters" were over and things smoothed out and got back to a normal pace. To celebrate we decided to have a night on the town with James and Sarah as our guests.

We were to meet at Jason's after work on Friday. Leaving from work, James and I got there early and waited at the bar for the girls. As the bartender served our drinks and I saw James' face take on a serious look.

"Something wrong James?" I queried. 

"Yes Ken, something of a personal nature." he said. 

"OH, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I.." 

"No, no Ken." He cut me off. "It's a personal thing of yours." 

"Mine? What could that be?" 

"Look son, I like you. and Sandy. So I'm going to tell you something. Something you don't know or even realize." 

"What in the world are you talking about?" I asked. 

"What do you know about….the darker side of life…The sexual side? The fetishes I mean?"

"Well, actually nothing at all. Sandy and I don't have any fetishes. We have…." Again he cut me off. 

"You don't," he says. "But Sandy does." 

"No way," I'm getting upset by now. "Sandy has never expressed any desire for anything like that. She's always been straight. She's nev…" 

"Listen Ken, she does have a fetish, and you have to help her with it… that is, if you want to keep her." 

"Well of course I want to keep her. She's my wife."

"Then listen to me. And she will remain your wife for the rest of your days. I told you that Sarah was my wife? Well she isn't. She's my sub." 

"You're sub? What the hell is that?" I was getting more flustered by the minute. 

"She's a slave, my slave. Oh not the ways slaves are usually thought of. I didn't buy her. I trained her. I've trained several hundred in the last 30 years." 

"This is getting to be a bit too much here James. I'll speak to Sand…." 

"NO." He demanded. "That's the one thing you mustn't do. Unless you want to lose her. I've seen it too many times. Listen, would it help if I were to prove to you she has a fetish?

"Hell yes, if you think you can." 

"Oh, I can." He said. "The question is though when I do, what are you going to do about it?" 

"You prove it and I'll do whatever you say. Now, how are you going to do that?" 

"When we get our table, you seat Sandy across from me. I won't touch her and I will only make small talk to her. Nothing of a sexual nature. Nothing out of line. When you two get in your car to leave here, you kiss her and put your hand on between her legs. If she's not wetter than you have ever known, then you win. All you have to do is be honest about it. Oh, and when you feel how wet she is don't act any different than you always do." "Agreed." I said. "And if… when I win?" 

"Then you forgive me for being a fool and let's continue to be friends." 

"I can agree to that….kinda' liked you anyway." 

The girls arrived and we were seated at our table as agreed. We acted as though nothing had transpired between James and I. We were laughing and talking as usual but I did notice something a little different about Sandy. She would face me and look into my eyes but when James looked at her she would drop her gaze to her plate and pick up some food or would toy with something. Never looking into his eyes. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the waiter escorting a blind couple to a table not far from ours. They had with them a gorgeous Golden Retriever for a guide dog. Sarah said something about how well behaved the dog was, sitting beside his master. 

James said "A welled trained animal is always a beautiful sight. My father used to train horses, for show. A Horse whisperer. I spent several years studying under him. Learning from him. It was where I learned how to get along with people, how to treat them." 

"You treat people like you do a horse?" Sandy said laughing. 

"Well, not in so many words, my dear," James was chuckling too. "One has to learn to take the knowledge he has gained and apply it to people. For instance, when I was just a lad," James continued, "One of our neighbors had a beautiful bay mare that he couldn't do a thing with. Naturally he blamed it on the horse. The truth is, however, that he was a very impatient man." 

"Well it just so happened that he had a prize boar hog that Dad fancied and he approached the neighbor with the proposition of training the mare in exchange for the pig." 

"Did he do it?" I asked. 

"Yes he agreed to the bargain and handed the mare over to Dad. We took her home and Dad put her in a small, almost cell like, pen and didn't touch her for 2 days. Of course she was hobbled to keep her from hurting herself on the pen. It was my job to feed, water and groom her. Each time I went to her I would stroke her face with my hands. But when I tried to groom her , she would fight it. It didn't take too long though to get her over that. And when she did, I could pet her on the neck and breast." 

He looked directly in Sandy's eyes as he said that and she dropped her gaze after a second. 

"My father watched me for those 2 days. He liked the way I was handling her so he told me to go on because the mare had seemed to accept me. Being a worry wart , as all parents are, he cautioned me to proceed slowly. Which I did" 

"And all this time the horse is getting more gentle?" Sarah asked. 

"Not more gentle," James said. "The spirit that made her that way was still there. She was getting the notion that I wasn't going to harm her." 

The waiter came with more wine and we filled our glasses, James asked him to take a bottle to the blind couple. 

"Of course sir" he said and scurried off. James was always doing things like that. 

"Go on with the story, this is getting interesting." I said. "Yes" the girls agreed. 

"Well, each time I went to the pen I would take a treat for the animal, something she liked, an apple or sugar cubes, something of that nature. And while she was enjoying that I would continue to stroke her. Along her back, on her belly, over the rump, down her legs and so on. You get the picture." 

We all nodded that we understood. I glanced over at Sandy who had dropped her hands to her lap now. I could see her chest rising and falling. 

"All the time I'm stroking her, I'm also speaking in a soft voice. And if I touched a spot that made her try to fight, I would take the treat away. She soon learned that whether she got the treat depended directly on the way she behaved. Behave well and she gets her pleasure. Behave badly and the pleasure is denied. Simple isn't it?" He said looking in Sandy's direction again. 

"Uh..yes, simple." Sandy said. Her voice a whisper. Her eyes not leaving her plate. I noticed her shaking a bit. 

"Are you cold honey?" 

"No, I …well, just a little maybe, hold me sweetheart." I wrapped my arm around her and scooted her close to me. She laid her head against my shoulder. 

"After a few weeks of being treated well, the mare got to where she accepted me. Trusted me. Then came the day I introduced her to a rope. I held off giving her the apple I had for her until I had rubbed her with the rope, getting her used to the feel of a strange object. I gave her the treat and put the rope around her neck and led her out to the small corral. I would spend the entire day leading her around with it until I felt that she had accepted the fact that the rope also meant her no harm." 

"Now all this is making it sound as though I knew what I was doing. When in reality, my father would give me instructions in the evening and then watch me closely as I carried them out the next day." He commented. "Much the same as I have observed you doing with that new employee Brad hired last month. You seem a lot like my father Ken. A master at handling a certain situation." 

"Well thank you James. All I've done is treat him the way I like to be treated." I said. "That's an admirable quality, my boy. But you're also a 'take control' kind of a man." Sandy's hand has moved down to my thigh, lightly stroking up and down.

"After the rope. What did you do after the rope?" Sarah asked. "A saddle?" 

"No my pet, it's much too early for her to be ridden yet. First she must learn discipline. Learn to obey every command, willingly." James said. "The next thing is the whip." 




An Anniversary to Remember



She wakes up and a smile crosses her lips. No matter what has transpired, how things have changed, how much love has been lost, the brightness of the day will not be ruined by anything. She knows that it's highly probable that only she remembers and that's ok with her. For the memory will keep her warm all day, in her heart and through her whole body. 

It's Sunday, December the 15th. She has one week of work left and then she is off for the holidays. The stress will begin to melt away this night. She pulls the covers off of her and sits up, yawning and stretching her arms in the light of the sun that peeks through her window. Her breasts rise and fall, her treasure catches a breeze of the air, for she slept without panties the night before, as she often does after she spends an evening pleasuring herself. 

She stands and reaches down, pulling her nightgown up by the hem. Her nipples perk as the silky material rubs against her silky curves and she tosses it aside with a sigh. She goes to the closet and retrieves a towel, rubbing it up her body from her slit to her chin, letting a smile cross her lips and a soft moan escape her. She can hardly wait for the evening she has planned. 

She walks into the bathroom, turning on the light and the fan. She lets down her hair and shakes her head from side to side, laughing in spite of herself as the sight of her bare, curvy breasts in the mirror turns her on. She steps into the shower, turning the temperature control to steaming hot, and steps under the showerhead. She turns on the water knowing that the first minute or so of water will be freezing cold, but that's just how she likes it, and her whole body responds in agreement. 

The water shifts to hot and she sighs an almost moan. She retrieves a washcloth from the shelf and begins to rub all over her body softly and teasingly. She never dips between her lips, though she teases herself profusely, because she refuses to succumb to an orgasm before the time comes, as it would, much later that evening. 

She closes her eyes and feels the hot water caressing her all over. Remembering the way he pulled her against him, reaching forward to unbutton and unzip her jeans, pulling them all the way down her legs. He knelt down and kisses her bruises so tenderly, even that one on her behind, which she thought she might have regretted reporting. But she didn't, not in the least. She did not, never has, and never will regret one thing about that night. Not the tenderness, not the gentle pauses as she gazed into his eyes as he called hers that of an angel, not the way her heart fluttered. It was all something beautiful that she would regret more if she forgot it than she ever could by remembering it. 

The rest of the day seemed to pass so slowly; each minute seeming to last an hour, until the half hour before he would arrive. She had invited him over just for dinner, because they hadn't spoken in a while. He had agreed, though not too happily. Nevertheless he couldn't deny that they had catching up to do. More catching up than he would realize until the door opened. 

It was 6:30. She rushed around cleaning and making sure everything was in place. The table was set with candles. The house glowed of warmth. Dinner was ready and the kitchen smelled wonderful. It was 6:55. She paced around, feeling like a nervous teenager. She sat on the couch looking natural, then realized that she would only have to get up to answer the door, he no longer held the key. 

7:00, the doorbell rang. She jumped up in a flashed, but sauntered to the door, she didn't want to seem desperate or overexcited. She opened the door and strong wind blew, only aiding the picture that stood before his eyes. Her hair was down, hanging loosely over her shoulders. Flowing in a way that he hadn't seen in months, for she kept it up most of the time, but had in the past worn it down just for him. 

Her smile was shy, much different than the snide grin she stubbornly wore constantly through their tense conversations. She was blushing, and damn did she have every right to be. Though she hated red, and he knew it, she was wearing it. He had always loved the way it made radiance shine through. The fact that she what she was wearing was red was not quite the focus, regardless. Her hair was in fact hanging loosely over her shoulders, but also cascading across her chest. In her dangerously low-cut dress, her bosom appeared fuller than ever, though not forcefully. 

Her breasts retained their womanly elegance and simple beauty. They weren't pushed up or bearing the burden of extra support, they were merely accented. Accented in a way that they hadn't been since he could remember. Her dress was strapless and shorter than any other she had worn in her life. Hugging her in the right places, ending inches before her ass…there it was. She was wearing heels, high, strappy and even higher. She was radiant, all right. 

The moment lasted forever. His eyes took her in, almost hungrily. He studied her in a more extreme way than she had expected. She had heard rumors of him having found another. She had heard that tone he used with her over the phone. The tone that though it excited her to no end with his sexy accent and flinty voice, usually meant no pleasure to help her excitement subside was in sight. She hadn't expected much, but had dreamed of and hoped of so much…Was it on the way?

They spoke uncomfortably through dinner. But it wasn't a tense discomfort, it was the discomfort of not knowing someone too well. It was as if they were scared of each other, maybe even rediscovering. At the very least, they were curious and eyes were wandering. Dinner was over. He helped her clear the table. She bent over and began loading the dishwasher. She dropped a fork at the very end of the tedious process, and turned to pick it up. As she stood, she looked up and was met by his gaze. She was flushed already from the blood having rushed to her head, but she still managed to flush even more. 

He had been there, watching. How could she have forgotten his presence? How could she have forgotten that bending down would certainly expose her ass if not even more? How could she have bent in the other direction, giving him a full view of her braless breasts as well? All these thoughts rushed through her mind, but were silenced when his lips crushed hers. She murmured against his lips in protest, but it was only a murmur. It wasn't long before her arms were around his, before her tongue was invading his mouth, before she was backed against the counter and loving it. He pulled back, for they both needing oxygen. "You didn't drop it, I did," He said. She looked at him questioningly, confused. "The fork." He took it from her hand and threw it into the sink. He lifted her up and brought her to her bedroom, placing her tenderly on the bed. 

He lay down beside her and brushed a piece of hair from her cheek and shivers ran through her. She could feel his breath on her as their eyes met. "Happy anniversary," he whispered, before kissing her lips softly. "You remembered?" she gasped. "I wouldn't give up the memories of that night for anything, Jess. And if it's all the same to you, I wouldn't mind reliving it right here, right now." She rolled on top of him and kissed him full on the lips, with all the passion that had lingered dormant within her so long. "I'll take that as a yes," he said breathlessly as he helped her lift her dress over her head. It wasn't the most graceful of movements, for the dress was quite tight, but that's the price to pay for a dress that gets you where that one did that fateful night. 

She wasn't wearing a bra and he was quick to discard of her panties, which were already slightly wet. He placed supple kisses all across her breasts, savoring the taste, the smoothness, and the way she had always sounded as he pleasured her…The sighs that escaped her, though she bit her lip to keep them hidden…The moans that she couldn't help but let him hear, for all of her efforts to disguised them were in vain. 

She rolled her onto her back and they were quick to remove his clothes as well. They were there together once again; time passing slowly as they savored each other. Radiating in the warmth of each other, they exchanged lustful glances and time-stopping kisses before she broke contact and slid between his knees. 

She was quick to tackle the task of taking on his ever-hardening cock. It was glistening with pre-cum, just as beautiful as she had remembered it and recalled it time and again in her dreams. She ran her fingertips from his ankles, behind his knees, across his thighs and then up the length of his shaft painfully slowly. Of course, wonderfully slowly for her; a smile curled on her lips as she watched him respond to the mere beginnings of her relentless sweet torture. 

She pointed her tongue and licked from his most sensitive spot below the base of his cock to the tip and then withdrew. She wrapped her right hand around it, resting her thumb at the tip, moving it in slow circles as the fingers on her left hand went to work on his balls. She glanced up to meet his gaze and found his gorgeous, ocean-like eyes mesmerized at her touch, at the sights and sounds that surrounded them. It was time to descend. 

She kissed the tip a greeting that construed exactly how she had missed that delightful cock. She didn't just peck it with a kiss, or lash her tongue around it once. She wrapped her lips around the very tip tightly and swirled her tongue over and around it time and time again, as if she had been dueling with his tongue as they often did. She treated it as if she was making contact with his lips, as if she had his whole cavernous mouth before her to explore, as if she were massaging his tongue and caressing his mouth in warmth, but it was his cock instead. 

She felt him hardening even more in response. She was almost deaf to his moans, she was so caught up in the moment, but when he reached down and pushed her head down upon him, she did not fight him. She wanted to give him all he wanted and more. She wanted to please him to an extent to which he had never been pleasured before. She deep throated him, holding him deep within the velvety walls of his mouth and then pulled completely away. She blew a cool breeze across his wet cock and bent even more to suckle on each of his balls before descending on his cock once again. 

She was sure to feel with her tongue each delicious curve of that cock. That which she had missed more than she had realized before she had it between her lips again. She had missed the way he responded to her, the way he ran his fingers strongly but gently through her hair as she pleased him, the way his warm thighs felt so close to her cheeks. Her movements became faster and faster as she sensed him coming to the edge. He pulled her off of him by her chin and she could sense by the look in his eyes he was offering her the chance to let him spew his hot seed into her core, but she was hungry. 

She needed to feel his sweet cum pour down her throat. She needed to taste it as it consumed her mouth, running against her tongue. She resumed her relentless attack of his hardened member, sucking and nibbling, bobbing up and down, licking and kissing. Finally, the time came. His muscles tensed, his hands paused in her hair and pushed her down into his crotch. She sucked him hard and deep, reaching beneath her chin to coax the cum from his balls as she hummed against his shaft, sending vibrations deep into his core.

The vibrations of his orgasm soon met the vibrations of her lips as it crashed through his body and cum spilled into her mouth. She swallowed each and every drop and jerked him off gently while her lips held tight to the head to make sure not a bit was missed. She finally released his cock, licking her lips and crawling up to lay besides him. He took her in his arms and they rested for just a little bit before he kissed her on the forehead, crawled out of the bed and said, "Be right back, don't move."

She closed her eyes and smiled to herself, recalling once again the night they were recreating, though not in those exact circumstances…Regardless, it was wonderful. He returned and placed some things on the nightstand, but she was completely unaware as she was off in a dream. Her fantasies were abruptly awoken as she felt her real fantasy about to come true; an ice cube was being slid down her slit. Her body jolted, goose bumps covered her skin and she couldn't help but smile. He leaned forward to kiss her, and as he did, ran the ice down her neck, as she had done to herself so many times. It was a dream come true. 

She couldn't do much more than stare as he ran his own course over her body. Caressing her curves with combinations of ice and his tongue. Her nipples perked more and more each moment and wetness seeped from her constantly. Her clit ached for attention and she moaned and writhed beneath him as he delighted in her responsiveness. A sly smile crossed his lips and before she could think, an ice cube had been thrust deep into her. She cried out and tensed, but before long she was just moaning over and over and over again. The ice melting within her was almost like the smooth seduction of a cock. Before long, his cool fingers began their assault of his clit, his tongue concentrating on his nipples as he held an ice cube in his mouth. 

She just couldn't stop moaning and begging for more. In all the times she had pleasured herself with ice cubes, she had never created any intensity of pleasure close to what he was delivering. It was long before she was nearing her edge and all at once he withdrew. The warmth of his body and the chill of the ice were gone all at once, and she writhed. She called out, she begged and pleaded. "Darryl, I need you baby, come back and let me cum for you." 

He returned to her, stroking his cock back to full hardness and he lowered it to her mouth as she kissed it softly for good measure. Her eyes were wide with anticipation of what was to come. He rolled her onto her stomach and told her to get on her knees, she obliged. He was so tender with all of his movements, and pleasuring her to such extremes, how could she not? Minutes ago, she had been on the edge, him driving her wild. Here she was, her pussy still dripping as he position herself behind her and slid his turgid cock deep into her pussy. 

He slid it in slowly, but surely and held it there. She moaned and circled her hips a few times to be sure that she was massaged in each crevice of her velvety core. He pulled out as slowly as he entered, and she bit her tongue in anticipation of the hard thrust he usually followed such a slow exit with. But it didn't come. He positioned his tip at her asshole, pushing a few fingers into her pussy as using her juices as lube. Then, he began to enter her, inch by glorious inch, as she relaxed and took completely pleasure in his every caress. He had been careful not to cause her any pain, and once he had he filled completely with his cock, he leaned against her and kissed her shoulder. 

He was fiddling with something on the nightstand. She thought the ice bucket had been all he had brought. And it was…it was just that there was more than ice in it. She closed her eyes, she wanted it to be a surprise. He pulled out of her ass and pushed in slowly once again. He was driving her mad and loving it. She was shivering and writhing beneath him, fingering her clit and trying in vain to finger fuck herself; she was certainly in heat. 

And as he leaned to kiss her on the neck and shoulder once again, he thrust a long, freezing dildo straight up her steaming chute. She screamed, she bucked, she moaned, she writhed, she shook with delight and orgasmed immediately. He began to fuck her with the ice-cold dildo, torturously slowly. She loved every bit of it, crying out for more, begging him to have her cum for him over and over again. And that's just what he did, moving his cock in her ass in rhythm to the dildo, she came repeatedly, clenching the dildo and his cock each time. As gratifying as it was for her, it was taking him a long time to near his edge, and once he did, he had decided it was to be deep within her tight pussy. 

He felt himself approaching the edge and pulled the dildo from her and tossed it aside. He pulled his cock from her ass and she groaned disappointedly, collapsing against the bed. "Not so fast and no need to frown," he whispered as he turned her onto her back. She looked up at him in awe, spent. He knew he needed to get her excited again, he knew he wanted to come with her, not just in her. 

He reached over to the ice bucket once again and to his delight found that not all of it was melted. He could tease her with it once again, but why waste time when he knew the easiest way to get her juices flowing? He slammed a piece of ice against her clit and held it there as she spasmed beneath him. He immediately knew she was ready once again. He thrust three pieces of ice hastily into her cunt and quickly followed them with his hard cock. 

They cried out in pleasure together. The coolness surrounding his cock was new to him as was the feeling of a cock with ice in her pussy to her. He thrust slowly and deeply, warmth mixing with cold, both of them taken to a place beyond pleasure's end, in heaven as the cares and worries of the world melted away. It was just them, their sounds, their touches, their passion that consumed and surrounded them. And then they came together, gloriously and in harmony. 

They lay in each others arms, spent and satisfied. She let her hand dance through his hair and down his cheek, resting it on his shoulder as she smiled into his eyes and wished him, "Happy anniversary." He kissed her hungrily as the lingering juices of one another swirled over their tongues, they explored and devoured, tongues massaging smoothly. "Happy anniversary, indeed." 



An Anniversary to Remember



His wife of 7 years had never called him at work and told him to make sure he came right home from the office. He was a bit confused by the phone call but, with the busy day he was having, he did not dwell on the call for long. As he left the office for the day he began to ponder why she would have called him and made such a request. He was wondering, to himself, “Had I forgotten about something, maybe a birthday or anniversary?” He was usually very good about remembering these things and for all of his searching he could not come up with anything. It was the middle of December. Their wedding anniversary had just passed in September and her birthday was in August so he knew it was neither one of those. 

As he arrived home he noticed that it was dark in their house. He opened the front door to the house and walked into the foyer. He could smell the scent of vanilla throughout the house. As he stepped into the living room there he found her. She was dressed in a new piece of lingerie that he had never seen. It was a shade of purple and most of it was see-through. She always could create a flutter in his heart just with her looks. All of the lights were turned off, the fireplace was lit and vanilla candles burned all over the house. She had the ice bucket out and had a bottle of champagne already being chilled and a platter of chocolate covered strawberries. She asked him not to ask any questions and to open the bottle of champagne. He did as he was asked and poured them both a glass. She sat him down in front of the couch and she sat behind him with her legs straddling his back. She rubbed his shoulders and back while they drank the champagne and ate the strawberries.

Once the champagne was finished she asked him to come with her upstairs. They went upstairs to their bedroom and once there she began undressing him. He could tell she took great pleasure in undressing him very sensually but without touching him too much. She was having the desired effect on him due to the growing bulge in the front of his slacks. Once he was completely naked she asked him to lye down on the bed on his stomach. Once he was on the bed she asked him to close his eyes. She turned on the stereo and made it just loud enough so that he could no longer hear her moving around the bed. She asked him to lift his head as she put a blindfold on him to ensure that this sense was completely taken away. With his sense of sight being blocked and his sense of hearing being distorted he began to get very excited at the thought of what might happen next.

He felt her lift his wrist as she tied a strap around it and then fastened it to something. She then moved to the other wrist and then to both of his ankles. When she was done he was spread eagle on the bed and he was unable to move but maybe a few inches. She began massaging his back and then moved onto his legs. He was feeling very relaxed as she began to massage his ass. As she was massaging his ass she began kissing and gently biting it as well. He felt her slowly moved up to his neck and whisper in his ear, “Do you know what today is lover?” He racked his brain and still came up with nothing. “This day, 13 years ago, you took my virginity”, she said. “Over the past 13 years I know there is a secret fantasy that you have had but have never really told to me. Today I am going to return the favor that you gave to me 13 years ago. I am going to take your virginity”.

His first thought was, “How did she know”, but then as it began to sink in, he realized all of the hints that he had dropped over the years. He thought that she was just ignoring him. She slowly moved off of the bed and his mind began racing. He knew they had a closet full of toys that he had bought over the years for her. Suddenly, he felt her begin to move back onto the bed. She began to caress his ass very gently and then began massaging it again. 

He felt her gently spreading his ass and then he felt a cool liquid being poured onto his anus. With the tip of her finger she slowly spread the lubrication around his tight little sphincter. She poured some more lube on his anus only this time she slowly began sliding her finger inside. 

He has played with his own ass many times while masturbating, but he had never felt these sensations. 

Slowly she began moving her finger in and out, going deeper with every stroke. He felt her remove her finger and pour more lube on his ass. She began again only this time adding another finger. 

His anus stretched as she slid both fingers in deeper. He had not noticed how hard his cock had gotten until that moment. Pressing against the mattress he was becoming uncomfortable with the stiffness. 

She sensed his discomfort and realized the reason for it very quickly. She removed his ankle straps and told him to get onto his knees. 

He moved onto his knees. He was no longer uncomfortable but now realized that he was in a better position for her to get to his anus. He felt her apply more lube to his ass. He was wondering what would be next. He then felt the cool tip of plastic. She began pushing the thin plastic vibrator into his ass. Once it was about half way in she began to move it in and out. His cock had grown so hard at this point he thought he was going to explode. When she turned the vibrator on he instantly began cumming all over the sheets of the bed. He had never had this happen before. He had never had an orgasm from anything but direct stimulation to his cock. 

She untied his wrists but asked him to leave the blindfold on. He rolled over onto his back and laid there. He felt that he was completely spent. After a few moments, he felt her crawl back onto the bed. She began fondling his cock again and he could feel his testicles begin to stir. She must have felt it to because the next thing he felt was her mouth on his cock. She knew that he loved her mouth and over the past 13 years she had become quite an accomplished cocksucker. He felt his cock soon return to almost full staff as she manipulated it further. 

Once his cock was nice and hard again she slid down between his legs. Still being blindfolded, he could not tell what she was doing. She lifted both of legs and asked him to hold them up and apart with his hands. He soon felt her begin to apply more lubrication to his ass. She stopped only for a moment and that is when she asked him to remove his blindfold. As his vision cleared from the blindfold, he could now see her intentions. She was wearing a long, thin dildo in a strap-on harness and was about to fuck his ass with it. She told him to relax as she began sliding into him. He felt so full and she slid deeper and deeper. He could not believe all of the sensations he was feeling at this time. His cock was rock hard once again. He thought that it could not get any better than that. That is when she wrapped her hand around his cock and began stroking it. She had applied lube to her hand and was not stroking his cock with her hand using the same timing she was using to fuck his ass with the dildo. It was a matter of minutes before he began shooting his cum. He squirted and squirted and then collapsed from being so spent. She slowly slid the dildo out of his ass.

She kissed him on the forehead, wished him a Happy Anniversary and left him there to sleep so she could come back later and have her turn.



An Anniversary to Remember



He was the most beautiful creature Lourdes had ever laid eyes on. His long raven tresses secured back in a pony tail that hung down the center of his back shone like silk. He had the most mesmerizing pale blue eyes. Inside them were the answers to all the world's mysteries. His voice was as gentle and soothing as a warm summer breeze that cooled down even the hottest night. He was like an addiction she could not overcome. She craved him, his words, his gaze, his touch. He was all that she knew, all that she needed. 

She watched him silently from across the room. She longed for him more than he could ever imagine. He knew she was watching... waiting. He loved the way she looked at him. Her emotions ran so deep and try as she may, they always filtered through when he looked into her deep brown eyes. She could hide nothing from him. That was something that he loved about her.

He sat and stared at the computer screen with a slight smile creeping across his lips. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them. Her eyes moved along the folds of his black velvet shirt and down along the black pants and to the heavy leather boots he wore. She stares at the shining silver buckles as her attention moved to his hands. Her mind drifted to thoughts of his touch. She closed her eyes as she sighed softly. 

She could remember the first night he really touched her as if it was yesterday. It was so passionate and vivid. No one could understand what kind of hold he had on her. It was nothing that he, himself, could explain. Even saying that she worshipped him would not do her feelings justice. He sat there silently reading the text on the screen. Once he finished, he reached over and clicked the power off to the computer.

Lourdes's heart felt as if it was going to stop for a moment as she watched him stand up. He walked right past her without a word. Once he had exited the room, she let out a soft, disappointed sigh. She could hear his boots thud with each footstep as he went upstairs. She sat on the sofa, tossing one of the throw pillows into the chair nearby, as she turned her attention back to the work in front of her. She knew if she did not finish with her article, it would never make it to her editor in time.

Tonight, she simply could not concentrate on anything. Her mind kept drifting back to him. There was nothing she could do. She never could initiate anything with him. The cruel streak that she loved in him would surface and lead to him mercilessly teasing her. She sat there staring at her laptop in a daze. She just needed a few more sentences to really punch up the ending. The silence was broken by the same heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Quickly, she began to type again. It was not her most inspired work but it would do. 

Just as she had hit the button to send the draft to her editor, she felt his hands upon her shoulders. Her eyes closed blissfully. His strong hands manipulated the knotted muscles of her shoulders and neck. All she could do was let out a soft purr as he massaged them. She was entranced by his touch. Her head dropped forward as the soft brown waves cascaded around her face. His fingers gently moved, tracing the curve of her cheek as he pulled her hair back. She nuzzled his hand as she turned slightly to look at him.

His eyes caught hers as a slight smile curved on his lips. It was sheer heaven. He looked at the laptop, then back at her face. Without a word spoken between them, she closed the laptop and stood up. He took her hand in his and escorted her to the stairs. In the angst of finishing the dreaded article, the date had slipped her mind. He on the other hand did not forget it. He picked up the blindfold lying on the banister and covered her eyes. 

She cautiously followed him up the stairs, holding on to his hand tightly. The soft scent of roses and sandalwood filled the hall as they approached the bedroom. It was the most fabulous aroma. He led her toward the bed once they had entered the bedroom. He began to undress her slowly, slapping softly at her hands every time she tried to help. His warm lips soon caressed the newly bared flesh. 

She gasped softly as the trail of kisses moved from her neck down the center of her chest. Lourdes swallowed hard, trying to hold back a soft moan. Each kiss fueled the fires that burned deep inside her. His lips moved down her creamy white flesh, down past her belly button to the very top of her red lace panties. He kissed along the top of them from one side of her hip to the other. 

His fingers gently slipped under the edge of the fabric, pulling it slowly down her thighs. She shivered as the lace fluttered against her skin along with the warmth of his touch. His lips inched down her leg as he pulled the panties completely down. He teasingly planned his spots, never letting his kisses land on an exceptionally erotic spot. She knew if she begged or tried to make him give her what she desired he would withdraw completely from her. It was the nature of their relationship. He knew how to control her without actually having to show the world that side of him.

His voice was so smooth and seductive as he encouraged "Lay down on the bed Lourdes."

She knew exactly what he desired. She carefully crawled up onto the bed and lay down on her back. She could feel the rose petals covering the satin sheet as she lay back. He knelt next to her on the bed, gently pulling her arms above her head. He tied a silk scarf around each, binding it to the headboard. She shivered again as his fingertips traced down her arms slowly. He knew just how to make her body react to make it crave him more of his touch. He carefully untied the blindfold and removed it, letting her get a glimpse of the room decorated with long stem red roses and white candles everywhere.

He gently spread her legs, gazing at the soft pink heaven nestled there. He licked his lips as he thought about the delectable nectar that he would soon taste once again. He wanted to tease her first. His fingertips barely brushed the surface of her skin. Her body reacted, making her shiver slightly. Her candy pink nipples quickly hardened as his fingers traces around each of them, first the right then the left. He lowered his head, taking one in his mouth and lightly suckling it. Lourdes's body stiffened immediately from the sensation. She was so turned on by his every touch.

He took great joy in teasing her. Each touch pushed her further into the abyss of pleasure. She could not even fathom what really fueled his desires nor did she care. The only thought that consumed her was how wonderful his touch felt. She let out a soft moan as he nipped at her distended little pink nub. He caught it once more between his teeth and pulled back slightly. Her back arched as she let out another moan. His fingers faintly traced down her side toward her hip. As they moved across her pelvis and to the smoothly shaven flesh just above her clit. 

Her chest began to rise and fall rapidly in anticipation of what was to come. He meticulously plotted out a very indirect route to her clit, savoring the agony of waiting. His fingertips finally brushed against her clit, sending a rush through her body. He strummed it lightly as he continued to suckle at her nipple, nipping every so often at it. He slowly let his fingers drift down to her puffy pink lips. They were moist and parted, waiting for him like petals of a blossomed flower. 

The tip of his finger barely entered her velvety folds, gently stroking back and forth along the inside of her lips. This alone could have made her orgasm but she knew that if she did not fight it he would not continue. He very slowly inched his finger inside her. He released her nipple and stared down at her face. Her eyes opened as she felt his gaze upon her. Her lower lip quivered as she tried to find the words but he just lifted a finger to her lips to quiet her.

Her eyes danced as the passion consumed her. He watched the wonder that sparkled in them as he began to probe deeper into her wetness. He could see the need becoming more urgent with every thrust of his finger. He curved it slightly, letting the tip rub against the upper wall of her pussy. She let out a loud gasp as his fingertip grazed her g-spot. He began to concentrate on it, knowing the wonderful torture it was.

He could feel the wetness increasing as it seeped from her already drenched pussy. He smiled cruelly as he pulled his finger away. He stood up, leaving her helplessly lying there. He very slowly began to undress himself, laying each article of clothing carefully over the chair across the room. He could see her completely sink into a soft sadness. He had brought her so close to leave her unfulfilled. He smirked as he turned away from her. It was almost too good to stop. 

He had completely undressed before climbing back onto the bed. She had not moved an inch from where she had laid. Her warm pink flesh was still displayed for his pleasure as the glimmer of hope shown in her gaze. This time instead of his finger parting her swollen lips, the tip of his tongue entered her precious opening. With a few soft flicks against her clit between lapping deeply, he had her on the verge of an incredible orgasm, only to stop once again. 

Her body was so on edge now that the slightest touch would make her explode. She wanted desperately to beg him, but she knew that would not help her at all. He would only continue with his cruel exploits until HE decided it was time. He drew in a deep breathe, taking the scent of her deep into his lungs before exhaling. He blew the air out slowly, focusing it on her tender flesh. 

She whimpered softly, wanting so badly to cum. He plunged two fingers deep inside her quickly as his mouth quickly covered her clit. He began to suck ferociously on it as his fingers plunged deep with each stroke. This time he did not stop. She knew that he wanted her to let go. Her body bucked and writhed against the bed as she let the orgasm wash over her body like a wave crashing down on the shore. Her juices flooded out of her, coating his fingers and pooling beneath her. He continued to probe the tender, quivering flesh hard and fast until several orgasms attacked in quick succession. Her entire body trembled as she collapsed against the bed at the end of the final orgasm.

He withdrew his fingers and began to tenderly lap at the sweet juices until he had cleaned up every drop that clung to the delicate flesh. He then offered his fingers to her, tracing the tips of them over her lips as he nodded. Without hesitation, she parted her lips, taking his fingers into her mouth as she began to suck softly. Her tongue worked frantically to collect every bit of her sweet nectar from his skin. 

Despite the multiple orgasms she had just endured, her craving for him had not subsided at all. She wanted him now more than ever. She wanted to return the fabulous amount of pleasure that he had given her. A disappointed sigh slipped free as he pulled his fingers from her mouth. She looked up at him like a scolded child, searching his face. He did not say a word, just stood up and walked into the bathroom. Her heart sank, thinking she had disappointed her lover in some unknown way. 

After several minutes, he returned. He released her from the binding and slipped his arms under her, scooping her up in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she curiously gazed into his eyes. He kisses her lips softly, sucking the lower one into his mouth and sucking it lightly before pulling away and releasing it. He carried her into the bathroom. 

The entire room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight. The flickering light illuminated every subtle curve of her body so elegantly. He carried her to the large bathtub and carefully placed her into it. Rose petals floated on the surface of the water. He climbed in behind her. The warm water engulfing their bodies as he softly stroked her skin, pulling her back against him. 

His hands continued to roam over her body. His lips began to explore the delicate curve of her neck. She could feel his swollen shaft pressing against the small of her back. She longed to feel it inside her. He continued to kiss the sensitive spot just above her collarbone. She was lost in the moment completely when he stopped. His lips moved to her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth as he nipped at it. He released it.

"Turn around Lourdes" he whispered into her ear. 

She quickly obeyed his request, turning to face him. He repositioned himself slightly before allowing her to straddle him. His fingers wrapped firmly around his throbbing shaft, holding it perfectly still for her. She bit down on her lower lip as she felt the tip parting her lips. He released his grasp and softly held her waist as she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes widened as she gasped.

Inch by inch he sank into her velvety folds. It was the most amazing feeling she had ever felt. Her muscles stretched around him, conforming to fit him perfectly as she settled on his lap. He was buried deep inside her. His strong hands moved gently over her sides as she began to ride him. Their eyes remained locked on each other's as if they could see straight into the other's soul. The soft lapping of the water and their moans were the only sounds. They did not need to speak. Everything they felt, everything they needed to say to one another, was visible in that stare. 

Her hands gripped his shoulders as her head dropped back for a brief moment. She let out a loud moan as the first tremor of an orgasm passed through her body. He smiled devilishly as he thrust up into her. Their bodies moved in perfect time with each other. She flexed her muscles around his swollen shaft, gripping it tightly as she fought off another orgasm, wanting this time to wait until he joined her. His hands moved along her glistening, wet flesh. 

He cupped her soft round breasts in his hands as they bounced. His fingers brushed against her nipples before pinching and rolling them. He watched her face contort with pleasure as she began to ride him harder. They knew each other's bodies so well that they could sense the other's orgasm seconds before it hit. She knew by the way he pulsed inside her that it would not be long now. 

Her pace quickened ever so slightly. He gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back but she knew what would set him off. She began to slowly rake her nails over his bare chest. He moved his hands back to her hips, pulling her down harder on his swollen shaft. She slammed her body down onto his each time, impaling herself with all her might. The orgasm that had been building inside them both suddenly broke free. 

He pulled her to him as she continued to ride him. His tongue pushed past her lips and invaded her mouth. Their passion consumed them as the kiss became deeper and more intense. The mingled moans filled the room as thick ropes of his cum flooded into her spasming wetness. He could feel her muscles milking every drop from him as the continued. Both of them knowing they could not stop until there was nothing left. 

Slowly their movement ceased. The kiss was broken as they gazed into each other's eyes again. A smile of indescribable happiness crossed her lips as he looked at her. She had never felt more beautiful, perfect or more loved than she did at that moment. It was as if any insecurity or doubt she ever had melted away in that moment. He smiled at her knowing she finally understood. His voice broke the silence as he softly whispered to her.

"Happy Anniversary Lourdes."



An Anniversary to Remember



We are a normal Midwest couple who have been married 27 years and raised 2 children. Now that the children are gone we do a bit more traveling and our 26th anniversary trip was one for the ages. There is no way to duplicate it and I'm not sure we will try but the memory will fuel our love life for the remainder of my time on earth.

Our love life has always been great. But like all couples I suppose at some point it gets a little stale. I was the first and only man my wife had been with. In these later years I've had a fantasy of her with another man and preferable a well hung black man. This isn't a fantasy that she shared according to her but I felt her really respond sometimes when she was on top and riding if I started telling her to fuck that big black cock just before she came, she would really explode into a gut crunching orgasm. But it was not something that was moved on and I understood this was as far as it was going.

For our 26th we decided it would be Las Vegas and a hot tub suite at the Venetian. We stay there several times a year and really enjoy the place. The day would start with breakfast at Bouchon and then I treated Cindy to a full massage at the Canyon Ranch Spa. And of course I scheduled her to have her hair and makeup done because she so loves that. We agreed to meet at 5 at Aqua Knox for cocktails and then a good dinner.

Well 5 came and Cindy arrived shortly after I had sat down and ordered us two martinis. She looked stunning. She had put on her red dress that really gets my blood boiling. For a 47-year-old grandma she still had it that is for sure. She works hard on staying in shape and it shows. I noticed several heads turn as she came over to sit with me and I was beaming and wondering whether we should even eat or just run back to the room and mess that hair up. Of course she wanted to sit and relax for a bit after spending that time and money to look so stunning.

After about a half hour a meeting must have gotten out because all of a sudden the walk way out front was full of people and people were streaming in to have a drink. The place filled up rather quickly until the 2 chairs at our table were the only ones empty. We were talking when I heard a deep voice say excuse me. I looked up to see a black gentleman in a very nice suit saying excuse me but would you mind if I sat in the empty chair. I said of course not and stood up and introduced myself and Cindy and he told us his name was Roger. It turns out Roger is a trainer at a local gym in St Louis and was here for a convention. Roger was obviously in very good shape but not over done. Just very fit and trim. Great conversationalist and the time just flew. 

I realized I needed to use the rest room and stood to excuse myself when Roger said that he also needed to go. We chatted on our way to the bathroom and he commented on how good Cindy looked. I told him she goes to the gym every day and works very hard to stay in shape. He commented that it showed and said she was a very sexy looking woman. When we got to the urinal I couldn't help but sneak a peak and was impressed to see he was pretty well hung. Obviously I did more then glance because I heard Roger chuckle and say see something you like? My face probably turned purple but I laughed and said perhaps I had but obviously not for me. I said are you any good with that thing. He laughed and said I work very hard to make sure whomever I'm with is happy. He said in fact I have a very strong jet of semen when I come and usually 7 or 8 blast's that if a women's cervix is sensitive causes them to spasm with each shot and I've actually had women all but pass out. Roger said so tell me Tom what do you have going on in that head of yours. I told him of my fantasy and he chuckled and said you and about 5 million other middle aged guys. I said Cindy has rebuffed any attempt I've made at bringing this up and there is not much more then a 0% chance of this happening but if it were would you be willing. Roger said lets just go back and we'll see what happens. He said you go on I need to make a call and cancel dinner.

I got back to the table and sat down about as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. Cindy asked where Roger was and I said he was making a call but would be right back. I don't know if it was my imagination but she seemed happy to hear that. I said Roger is quite a nice man isn't he. She replied that he certainly was and thought he was quite fun. I said I'll tell you something else, what they say about black men appeared to be true with Roger. I said I'd love to see you perched atop that bad boy. Her face turned red and said shut up Tom, I've only ever been with you and that is how it will stay. I said that is too bad because I think he would send you over the moon and give us fantasy material to last the rest of our lives. She just stayed quite and sipped her martini and I thought well that is the end of that.

Roger returned and the chitchat resumed for some time until we were on martini number 3 and feeling pretty loose. All of a sudden Cindy turned to Roger and said this is our anniversary today Roger and what I really want to do on our anniversary is sit in the hot tub in our room and have a glass of champagne before retiring for the evening. Roger said well that sounds like a lovely way to spend your evening Cindy, I will finish my drink and let you two love birds get back to your room. My cock just about jumped out of my slacks when Cindy said well why don't you come with us Roger and spend some time in the tub with us. Roger said that sounds very inviting Cindy but to be honest I didn't even bring a suit since I didn't think I would have time to enjoy the pool area. My cock got another notch harder when she almost purred, well we are all adults and as a trainer I'm sure you've seen more then your share of bodies, we just won't wear our suits so you don't feel out of place. I quickly flagged the waitress over to close out our tab and prayed that my 6" of cock would settle down before I needed to stand. While I'm just average it was going to be sticking straight out and would have been more then a little noticeable.

We made our way to the room and I went over to start filling the tub. Cindy came into the bedroom with a gleam in her eyes and told Roger that the champagne was in the small fridge. I had the tub filled and heard the cork pop so I went out to the living area to find Roger pouring 3 glasses. Cindy came out with her Venetian robe on and I was guessing nothing underneath and I could feel the stirring again. She grabbed her glass from Roger and said are we ready to hot tub? He said that sounds very soothing and she responded by dropping her robe and standing there naked. Roger let out a low whistle and said you are certainly taking very good care of yourself Cindy. I could see her almost glow and she turned and went into the bedroom heading for the hot tub. Roger turned to me and said are you sure your cool with this because we very soon are going to reach a point of no return. I said Roger the thought of her passing out from pleasure from that unit of yours is overwhelming me and would be a memory that I would love to have. He said well then here we go. 

We walked into the bedroom and the lights over the bed were on as were the tub lights and Cindy was in the tub and said well do you two intend to join me or not. Well we set down our glasses and disrobed. My dick was hard as a pipe and probably harder then it had been since I turned 40. Roger was just kind of half-staff but Cindy's eyes were glued to it. It looked like it was going to be about 8" but much thicker then mine. It looked like it was almost as thick as Cindy's wrist and I wondered how that was going to work since she was only used to my average girth. We all climbed in and the chatting begins again though there was some serious sexual undertone now. After a bit we needed a refill so I left the tub to go get the bottle. When I returned Roger and Cindy were embraced in a kiss and hug. I could see her right hand was in the water and was holding onto Rogers penis. It sure made her hand look small but the sexual energy was almost boiling over from the tub. I said why don't you two get comfortable on the bed. Roger said that is fine with me, Cindy is it fine with you. She looked to me with almost over whelming lust in her eyes and said is it ok with you Tom because this is our last chance to stop. I said Roger, give her an anniversary that we will never forget.

They climbed from the tub and dried a bit and I realized I would have a ringside view from the tub so I climbed back in. They laid down and started kissing and running their hands over each other like they were trying to learn each other by Braille. Roger was talking his time and started kissing her breasts and working his way lower until he was nibbling on her clit. Cindy looked to her side and we made eye contact. I blew her a kiss and smiled at her and she really seemed to let herself go then. Her eyes rolled up and she begin to just shake until she finally just grabbed Rogers hair and bucked up into his face letting out a low groan that almost sounded like pain. He moved up alongside her and she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him for all she was worth. I couldn't really see Roger as he was laying on her other side but his hands were all over Cindy and it was really a show listening to them. I heard Cindy say let me return that favor and Roger said why don't you wait until we are done with the first time so I don't get too excited and lose control. He said why don't you take the top and see how you like a little black cock. She draped a leg over him and climbed up. 

I could then see Rogers waiting weapon and it was a thing of beauty. It looked to be slightly more then 8" and it was steely hard. It was the widest thing I'd seen in person and I really wondered if this would work. Cindy climbed onto it and just started riding her slit up and down that beauty. She was not only greasing it up she was really enjoying that ride with her clit dragging on the under side of his cock. After about 2 minutes of that I could see her tremble with a little orgasm. She hiked up and aimed that monster at her vagina and started to try and settle onto it. Roger lay perfectly still other then running his fingers through her hair while she tried to impale herself. Just as I started to think she wouldn't get it in she started to slide down it slowly but surely. She paused and withdrew a bit and then sank a little deeper. After 3 or 4 resets she settled out sitting flush on his lap totally impaled sitting for a minute to adjust to his girth. I was sweating both from the heat of the tub but also with the scene unfolding before me. Cindy started to rock on his cock just like she does on mine. She doesn't lift up and off but rather grinds her pelvis forward dragging her clit upon the stomach which she said gives her 3 fold sensation, direct on her clit, the sliding of the dick out and the grinding of the head of the cock over her g spot. She was grinding forward and then sitting back and making little grunting noises every time she buried it. I could see every muscle in her body tensing and knew she was building to orgasm. Her tempo became more rapid and she was stroking every inch of that black beauty. Roger just lay there playing with her but was really egging her on telling her to ride that cock. Fuck yourself baby, ride every inch of that black cock. Cindy was starting to get that pre quiver and was making more noise then normal when all of a sudden she screamed out, Oh my God and went into an almost seizure type motion in per pelvis region. It was so spastic it seemed out of her control. For a good 30 seconds this went on with her continually saying oh my God, oh my God. It was incredible. Finally she just collapsed onto Roger's chest.

After a short period Roger was massaging her ass and running his hands up and down her body and fingering her hair again. Cindy propped up a bit and Roger grabbed her face and they begin to kiss. Slowly Cindy's hips started grinding again almost of their own volition. Soon she was back up on her hands and grinding every inch of that bad boy again. It didn't seem to take but 3 minutes and she was having an orgasm even stronger then the first if that was possible. She was spasming from the top of her head to the tip of her toes with her head thrown back just letting out a long groan. I gave myself about 5 strokes and shot all over in the hot tub. Watching Cindy I couldn't believe how hard she was coming.

Roger gave her a few minutes to rest and said honey it's my turn to show you heaven and to come myself. He rolled her to her back without ever pulling out and said now you just lay there little girl and just feel the ride because your going to love this I can tell. He propped up on his hands and begins to draw that spear almost all the way out. I could hardly believe she had that all in her when he plunged it back into her again. I noticed how he would rock his hips forward and then drive them downward to bury it again. I realized that I was truly looking at an expert cocksman here because what he was doing was causing his shaft to slide downward over the top of her clit and almost putting a bend in his dick driving it back into her. It was an incredible sight and it was a thrust that Cindy was enjoying immensely if the noises coming from her were any indication. Cindy wouldn't swear if her life depended on it but all of a sudden she seemed to be coming about every tenth stroke and that was preceded by an Oh my Fucking God!!! I couldn't believe anyone could come that much but I noticed that Rogers pace was increasing. His ass was really clenching at the bottom of his stroke and I knew he wasn't long before achieving his release. They were both making the animal noises now and oh my fucking God seemed to be a run on sentence coming out of Cindy's mouth when all of a sudden Roger roared all right baby here comes your womb shot. He slammed that thing home and Cindy let out a gasp and then Roger let a whimper and Cindy all but jumped underneath him while yelling fuck. Her head was lifting from the pillow and she was yelling fuck in about the amount of time I was thinking Roger would be shooting. This must have been what he was talking about. About 8 or 9 fucks from Cindy and then Roger just collapsed. He rolled off from her and she didn't move. 

I said holy shit Roger I've never in my life seen anything like that. He said your wife is an extremely sexual person and that was damn near the ride of a lifetime, you are a lucky man. I went out to grab him a glass of whisky and when I returned Cindy was just starting to stir. I gave her a bit of champagne and said how do you feel? She grinned sheepishly and said like I'm in heaven. She said when Roger was shooting his load it felt like it was driving right through my cervix like bolts of lightning, I've never felt anything like it. Each shot was like another electric orgasm.

After finishing their drinks I gave Cindy a kiss and Roger was going to get up and I said no Roger, I think Cindy needs a little more and I think I would love to see her get you hard again. Cindy said well how about you. I said well to be honest we may want to empty the hot tub before climbing back in if you know what I mean. Roger laughed and said the show was that good, eh. I said better then I could have ever thought. 

Cindy reached down and started to fondle Roger who looked to be filling up again. She got up on her knees and started sucking the life back to Roger. Her ass was facing me and I could see some of Roger's semen leaking from a very red and ravaged pussy. I had to have some of that so I crawled up behind her and fell right in. Her pussy felt stretched to the point that I was hardly touching the walls. It felt slushy with both of their come and it was so hot it almost burned. Unlike Roger I had no control and probably came in 30 seconds or less. It was incredible though I doubt Cindy even felt I was there. I wondered whether she would ever be happy with average again but it was a bit late for that now. 

I climbed off the bed and Roger said ok honey, you want to ride or what. Cindy said I'm not sure I can take anymore but what do you think Tom? I said Roger I think you should get on top and give her that expert thrashing you were giving her and give her that womb shot again, that was far and away the damndest thing I've ever seen. Roger said he would give it a try though sometimes the second time around isn't a strong enough blast to have the effect. 

He rolled over and slowly and carefully fed that monster back into her bruised and battered pussy. Cindy was saying gentle lover that thing is about worn out. Once Roger was buried again he drew out almost the entire length and did that little shift forward thing grinding his length down her slit and driving it back into her pussy. By the second drive home Cindy was all over the sore pussy thing and was moaning and whimpering and saying oh God please fuck me. They broke into a rhythm and again Cindy got to where about every 10th stroke was good for yet another orgasm. I couldn't believe it but my dick was hard again and I started pounding on it watching those two orgasm machines going at each other. Before I knew what had happened I'd blown a load all over my stomach and Roger was still thrashing her with a stamina I found hard to believe. 

It wasn't just too many more minutes and I could see they were building to a crescendo. Cindy seemed to be in almost constant state of orgasm while Roger was pounding her with a speed I wouldn't have thought possible. With one final lunge Roger drove that thing home and just groaned fuck. Any concern he had about the finale being less then the first one was dispelled with the first jet from his mighty cock. Cindy almost shot out from under him screaming oh shit, oh fuck, oh my god and then again they both just collapsed. 

Roger rolled off and slowly got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Cindy was out like a light and I just walked over and covered her up and looked at the face of a sleeping angel. Roger came from the bathroom and said I'm going to head out Tom. I said Roger I can't thank you enough for this night. He said it was more then incredible for me also so no thanks are necessary. I said take a shower if you wish but he wanted to get back to his room as he had an early wake up. I gave him a card and he gave me one of his and I said Roger, how would you feel about doing this again someday. He said well you and Cindy talk about it and there is always a possibility.

The next morning after showers and ordering room service we were talking over coffee and Cindy said are we ok with this? I said I certainly am baby, that was the most incredible thing I've ever seen. She said well I hope your not jealous but I can say without a doubt that was the most incredible night of my life. I felt a little pang but said I'm glad it passed your expectations; perhaps we should do that again someday. She said to be honest I doubt there is another man out there with both the physical attributes of Roger and his skill so I think this will be a once in a lifetime event as any other would undoubtedly fall short.

I'm happy to report after a few days rest our love life is back to normal with a little more spice involved. Cindy's pussy returned to normal and she now comes just fine with me and I learned something from watching Roger and now have that missionary stroke down and it drives Cindy just wild. A lesson well learned. I do think we may need to consider another meet in Vegas though and hopefully with a video camera this time.



An Anniversary to Remember



Chapter One – A Long Day, A Friend's Debauchery, & A Wooden Anniversary

It was well after six o'clock on a warm September evening when – from her perspective in a sparkling glass tower high above the angry and gridlocked traffic below – an exhausted, smart, buxom redhead finally leaned back in her chair, looked at her watch, sighed as she closed her laptop, and tidied her desk. She paused for a moment and looked around her empty office wearily before rubbing her eyes, lifting her taut body from her chair for the first time in uncounted hours, and straightening her rumpled clothing with quick, brisk strokes from her long fingers. The last email had been sent and the server was mirroring the week's work from each of the empty stations around her own. Nothing remained for Katherine to do but turn on the security system and lock the office doors before she could finally turn her attention to the less than six hours that remained of her fifth wedding anniversary.

The day had been an absolute and unforgiving bitch. Every member of the senior management team had left a day in advance of the long weekend for client meetings conveniently held at their lakeside cottages – a deeply flawed decision that had resulted in half as many people doing twice as much work in the midst of an ongoing and poorly implemented corporate restructuring – and half of those who remained in the office were, in the absence of any meaningful supervision, experts at fucking the proverbial and oft-abused dog. Two of her male coworkers had been so bold as to spend the morning with their feet on their desks, sending text messages back and forth from their office computers regarding the size, shape, and curb appeal of each pair of breasts that passed by, with footnotes on depth and breadth of cleavage, erect nipple size, and which set of ripe mammaries would ultimately prove to be the best titfuck. 

Katherine wasn't offended by the raw content of their exchange. It was a simple fact that she and her female coworkers took pride in their appearance, that Katherine's large, firm breasts were divinely fuckable, and that she had with some regularity earned a warm and glistening pearl necklace by mashing her firm tits together, around, and over a well-lubricated, bucking, semen-spraying cock. She might have even felt flattered under other circumstances. What so deeply offended her was not any inaccuracy or vulgarity in their digital dialogue, but their unrepentant and patronizing sloth while she worked her beautiful and professional ass off in front of them. 

Had they been working as hard as she, they would have been entitled to look down her blouse and distract themselves from the drudgery of the day with the thought of her well-oiled, ample tits sliding up and down their industrious peckers. Hell, she might have even undone an extra button or two and leaned forward over their desks beyond the limits of decorum to borrow a stapler in gratitude to encourage them if they had bothered to lend a badly needed hand. But they hadn't, so she didn't, and they all deserved more and better from each other. It wasn't until they disappeared for a two hour lunch that Katherine had accessed their vulgar and virtual exchange on the local server – with administrator's privileges provided by senior management but not disclosed to her peers – printed a hardcopy of their electronic dialogue, and placed it on their desks. The guilty, frightened looks on their faces when they returned and picked up the obscenity-laden documents were gratifying, but were in no way sufficient redress for their indolence. 

Katherine had resolved to speak to them later, both about the professionalism she expected from them and about how quickly a beautiful and intelligent woman can make the workday fly by when a man earns her sincere and interest-bearing gratitude. She knew which men in the office enjoyed a certain skirt, brassiere, posture, or scent, and tried as best as she was able, within the confines of her wedding vows, to reward excellence in the way men preferred – by extending certain platonic but nonetheless risqué liberties to her male peers who proved themselves worthy of a generous flash of cleavage, a prolonged look at her heart-shaped ass as she intentionally spent more time than necessary bent at the waist over a desk, a thorough examination of her ample breasts as she yawned and stretched, or the rarely employed but remarkably effective "I-know-you-can-see-my-panties-but-as-long-as-you-pretend-you-can't-I-won't-close-my-knees" reveal if a coworker had been particularly helpful – but the hours had slipped by and she had postponed the conversation. Katherine was disappointed for her own personal and professional reasons – the discussion, by necessity, would have involved a cheerfully donated sample of the look-but-don't-touch currency she had to exchange for an improvement in their work ethic, and could have set the pattern for months of helpful, playful, productive work for all of them.

It was now, however, well after six and George had been alone at a private table for two, holding their reservation, since just after five. Katherine knew that he enjoyed the fresh bread at the Armory, but after an hour alone, chewing pumpernickel, he would be bored and justifiably impatient with her unexplained absence. She suspected that more than one of the restaurant's pretty cocktail waitresses had already stopped by to simper and flirt with him – covert sexual reconnaissance under the pretense of topping up his water glass. Katherine knew that it was never wise to keep a handsome middle-aged man waiting, even if that man was your adoring husband, and that it was a serious mistake to underestimate what a cocktail waitress – or any other woman who enjoyed a well-made and professionally applied cock, for that matter – might be willing to suggest and discreetly do in a dimly-lit back room of a restaurant in return for a three-figure tip and future prospects. 

A graphic image slipped into her mind of a seated George's improbably large penis protruding upward from the unzipped fly of his trousers, slowly vanishing under the descending rear hem of a tight black rolled-up server's skirt, pressing aside the thin strip of a delicate black silk thong, and parting the eager, pink, cuntlips of an astonished and delighted young waitress who had straddled George's chair and was reclining slowly from her standing position backward onto George's glorious cock. Her remarkably expressive eyes and enviably plush lips were perfect circles of both delight and consternation as she felt her tight little vagina stretched to its limits by the soft, broad head of George's warm, throbbing flesh. The moving mental picture – complete with an audio track of her husband's soft bass groans as the wet heat of a rapaciously hungry young cumhole slowly engulfed his cock, and the waitress' tiny stifled whimpers of rapturous encouragement as she wedged his massive cock inch by fulfilling inch up her slick and snug spermtrap – captured her imagination completely for a couple of seconds before she dismissed it as unworthy of consideration and banished the image to the land of paranoid supposition from whence it had come. She knew that George would call and ask for permission first – both in respect for his wife and in fear for his life – if he found himself in a situation that could only be resolved by a liberal application of extra-marital semen. She would do the same. It hadn't happened yet, but only fools and the dead say "never".

Although ultimately confident in her husband's fidelity, an old saying had been on her mind of late about mature men and mature women – and how they tend to age, in order, like single malt scotch and sour milk. On hearing her repeat the anecdote, George had kissed her with an enthusiasm that simply can't be faked between lovers, and insisted that his wife was, if she insisted on being compared to a dairy product, like a smooth, rich cheese that sharpens on the tongue as it ripens – and that in spite of his mild intolerance to lactose, he both loved her and wanted her more every year. She believed him in spite of her fears. He showered her so enthusiastically with gentle compliments, small gifts, and volumes of semen on such a regular basis that she had ample evidence of his affection. But when one's gorgeous, nubile, barely-legal cousin makes an almost-successful run at one's husband one begins to pay attention – and if it ever happened again she was going to bitchslap her mother's younger brother's daughter Liz to within an inch of her stoned, giggling life. George had never said anything about what had happened that day, but Katherine was a smart cookie and had done the math. Not that she was complaining too loudly – that night, after rejecting Liz's advances, he had fucked, tongued, and fingered Katherine with such unbridled and remarkable enthusiasm that she had shuddered through three intense orgasms before the wealth of semen in his balls was ultimately spent inside her eager mouth and grateful cunt and he fell asleep, spooned behind her, with his semi-rigid cock still buried in her warm, sperm-soaked, thoroughly sated pussy. The knowledge that George's mind had been focused on the imagined reality of Liz's tight little twenty-year-old cunt instead of Katherine's slightly more experienced purse as he sent his seed tumbling joyfully into her welcoming body had been more amusing than irritating when weighed against the wonderful feeling of his warm breath on her neck as he slept, curled up behind her with his softening penis still nestled in the slick warmth of her well-bruised and semen-stained snatch.

Hurrying through the corridors in the cold, empty skyscraper that had been abandoned by everyone else save the janitors, she pushed the button to summon the elevator and waited, impatiently tapping the thin, leather-bound wedge of her foot, as it rose from the third floor to her office on the seventeenth. When it arrived she stepped inside, turned around and – immediately after the doors closed for the sixty-four second ride to the parking garage – slumped wearily against the elevator's rear wall. After parking her bored and heart-shaped ass in an office chair for ten straight hours, the romantic dinner that George had planned seemed more like business than pleasure. Professional dissatisfaction with her coworkers had only added insult to injury, and she was still somewhat fatigued by a mild but unusually persistent flu bug that had lasted almost a month. Dr. Talbot had suggested, more than three weeks prior, that she avoid caffeine and alcohol, and had advised that he would send word if the lab results showed anything other than influenza,. In the absence of any follow-up Katherine had waited out the fatigue and nausea, knowing that there was nothing the good doctor could do except offer an antibiotic placebo that would have no real effect on the virus her body was struggling to evict. Her patience with both her body and her coworkers had both been tested, however, by the unexpected brutality of this specific day, and a part of her wished she could postpone their anniversary dinner until she was truly fit to enjoy it.

No mistake, she loved George truly and was sincerely looking forward to the Olympian debauchery that inevitably followed their anniversary repast, but all she craved after such a long day in hell was a long, hot bath and the sensation of a soft, warm, loving tongue sliding up the cleft of her pussy to settle on top of her silently singing clit until she came. After two or three mind-numbing orgasms on tongue, fingertips, and George's prodigious cock, she might, if she was lucky, even feel human again. Perhaps, if she was persistent – and offered to liberate George's penis in the car, suckling at it all the way home while he drove – she could persuade him to send regrets to the chef, tip their waiter in gratitude for his patience, and do dinner another time. After such a difficult day, and in spite of the special nature of this particular day, even celebrating an anniversary seemed like another chore. She knew, in spite of her momentary malaise, that five successful years of marriage were, without question, a cause for celebration. It hadn't been easy. Many of her friends had already divorced their "starter husbands" and had regressed, with an almost embarrassing enthusiasm, to the decidedly situational sexual morality of their unmarried days – and she had recently seen both shocking and arousing proof.

Chapter Two – Ending, Beginnings, & The Time Spent Between 

One particularly libidinous and recently divorced female friend had booked a solo trip to a selective Hedonism resort – selective enough to require both a passport and a clean medical certificate that was confirmed onsite with blood tests before access was provided to the facilities – to celebrate her difficult separation and had proof, in the form of hundreds of high-resolution digital pictures that any reputable photolab would refuse to develop for fear of violating federal obscenity laws but that Linda shamelessly shared with her friends over lunch – that she had sucked and fucked her way through almost every man and, as the price of admission to their eager tongues and penises, a number of their marginally bisexual wives – who had entered her direct line of sight at the resort, with only the minor consequence of an inconvenient and communal infestation of sand lice. Linda and her twenty-two new friends had solved the problem by shaving each other nearly completely hairless and spending an entire afternoon slathering prescription ointment on every exposed body part that presented itself for application. 

Some telescopic body parts, in the form of twelve eager-to-please penises of varying sizes, colors, and semen-carrying capacities, seemed to continue to itch after an initial application and were presented for a second – and even for a third – liberal but tight-fisted treatment. Subsequently, after confirming the water-soluble and non-toxic nature of the lotion with the resort's physician, eight of the ten women in the group subsequently developed urgent itches of their own and – claiming the need for immediate medical intervention – lay side by side, on their backs, in a line on lounge cushions, under the merciful shade of a pergola, with their knees raised to their chests and their shaved, sodden, swollen pussies bared to the humid tropical air, while nine of the twelve disinfected and damp cocks of varying lengths and girths that had not yet been satisfactorily purged took it upon themselves to move up and down the line at whim and on demand, as each woman noted and requested service from another implement that she felt might adequately scratch the insatiable itch in her famished and sperm-soaked vagina. Nine men moved from eager open cunt to eager open cunt on request and without hesitation, energetically communally and spontaneously filling cumhole after cumhole with bestially gleeful cockflesh and deeply injecting multiple doses of the rich seminal unguent that was evidently required to stop the incessant itch that had taken depraved residence in eight starving cunts. Other guests of the resort followed the spectacle through the evening, sometimes walking by and pausing at an invisible line in the sand around the group, lingering long enough to openly masturbate, drop to the sand to fuck in couples or small groups, or to take pictures or short videos with digital cameras. 

Ultimately, each cock and cunt in attendance was sated, and the participants collapsed one by one on the patio until they were summoned en masse to the breakfast buffet the following morning by a wickedly grinning native bellhop with a tent in his pants who had been monitoring the debauchery from afar with open and shameless delight. On seeing the promising bulge in his slacks, the bellhop was, in turn, forcibly waylaid by a twenty-something, pleasingly plump, amply-freckled, red-headed housewife with full breasts, puffy pink nipples, a clitoris that constantly peeked out from the folds of her labia, and an insatiable libido, who liberated his silver tray and handed it to her grinning husband, gently forced the young bellhop onto his back on the ground, unzipped his pants, reached inside his trousers, grasped his incredulous cock, and hauled it out and into the light of day. 

She lowered the warmth of her full red lips and bright white teeth around his semi-erect penis once to fully engorge him and lubricate the generous length of his cock with her spit, and promptly mounted it without so much as consulting its owner, burying his rigid and unbelieving cockflesh in the slippery depths of her pussy, while the remaining participants, including her grinning husband – who watched, fascinated, as his pale redheaded wife took the bellhop's mahogany-black cock in her right hand and lowered herself onto it until it slipped between the sodden, swollen lips of her pussy and entered the warm pit of her cunt as she moaned in honest and indecent delight – gorged themselves on fresh tropical fruit and listened to her ecstatic cries in British English and the young bellhop's astonished, joyful responses in Caribbean French as she efficiently and joyfully harvested his semen and planted it purposefully in her slick, rapaciously hungry cunt before joining the others, fresh warm semen trailing down her right leg onto the slate floor, for a quick bite to eat. Moments later, after consuming just a few mouthfuls of papaya and strawberries, she requested a bottle of tequila from the bar, waylaid a full breasted blonde acquaintance with whom her husband had been flirting but had not had the pleasure of inseminating the night before, and sequestered her husband in their room for the remainder of the morning to thank him properly for his chivalry in not only tolerating but encouraging her remarkable, memorable, cunt-bruising debauchery. Universal language, indeed.

The remarkably beautiful but unquestionably obscene digital image taken during the trip of Linda lying on her right side on the white, wet sand of the beach, knees drawn up, looking blissfully up at a camera lens while deeply vaginally impaled on one glistening cock from behind and sucking on a second one from the front that had just exploded in her mouth and sent a stream of white semen bubbling down her chin, as another well-veined pipe hung over her face and sprayed long, warm jets of white semen on her lips, teeth, nose, eyes, tits, and the ecstatically oblivious cock in her mouth, was the image that had struck Katherine as an appropriate photographic summary of the week. In many ways, it was an image both too beautiful and too vulgar to share. It was that specific photograph which Linda had sent by email to her cheating ex-husband. And Linda had already rebooked the same week at the same resort for the following year.

Katherine had shaken her head at the time, more at the indiscriminate and inherently dangerous nature of Linda's orgy in the Caribbean than at the digital pictures of her experiences which would – as digital pictures tend to do – end up posted on the internet, but she herself had pursued a remarkably liberated and incredibly active sexual life, memories of which still made her grin and shake her head in disbelief at her own youthful sexual degeneracy. A long series of short relationships had provided her with a degree of carnal variety and sexual fulfillment that longitudinal monogamy simply couldn't provide. Just before she met George she had, in fact, spent the better part of a July weekend field-testing condoms on the beach with his best friend Tim before "Tim" – whose last name she had never learned but whose eager young cock had already spilled billions of sperm into condoms nestled deep in her hungry, young cunt – had introduced her to his good friend and her future husband George. After dropping Tim at his apartment, George had graciously offered to take Katherine home instead of to the bus terminal. The subsequent disclosure that "home", for Katherine, was two hundred kilometers further east than George expected had fazed him for only a brief moment before his soft, bass laugh had rung through the interior of his old Mustang and his foot had hit the accelerator. Katherine had instantly felt sincere affection for his selflessness, his humor, and his chivalry. Love and sex didn't always coincide for Katherine, but – having already decided to thank him for the four hundred kilometer detour with the best and shiniest coin she had to offer – she hoped that this time would be different.




An Anniversary to Remember



She had thanked George for his incredible selflessness later that evening by inviting him up to her apartment and wrapping her warm lips and fine fingers around his astonished and immense penis until he spent himself blissfully and voluminously in her throat. She would have done more, but she was rather painfully chafed by the enthusiastic field-testing methods of his best friend, and confessed as much to George that night without apology or hesitation. Never one to judge a book by its cover, and knowing that he himself had some questionable mileage on his sexual odometer, George had stayed, spending the night quietly spooned behind her as she slept, and had fallen in love with Katherine while he cooked her an omelet for their breakfast the next morning. He worked quickly, naked save her apron; a strip of cloth so tiny, having been made for a woman half his mass, that it did little more than protect his midriff from grease spatter while accentuating the ample and hopeful protuberance rising from his thighs that made it difficult for Katherine to not giggle and stare as he cooked. 

They ate slowly, exchanging mundane civilities between tasty mouthfuls while pretending to ignore his inelegant condition, but moments after the last scraps of buttered toast and hot coffee had vanished they found themselves, without warning or explanation, passionately entwined and writhing eagerly against, onto, and into each other on the slate kitchen floor without so much as a wayward thought for their vulnerable hearts, their tender backs, or the fact that the condom Katherine had surreptitiously smuggled to the kitchen from her bedroom drawer lay underneath them, unused and unwanted, in the pocket of the soft, white terry-cloth robe she had demurely worn to breakfast. George inseminated her then, deeply and purposefully, while she raised her knees to her pert young breasts underneath him, whispered her sincere encouragement in his ear, and begged him urgently to cum inside her feverishly clenching cunt. It was the first and only time he set his seed in her without first ensuring she shuddered through an orgasm on a warm tongue or gentle fingertips. And for Katherine, finally and after dozens of enthusiastic lovers – all of whom had spent themselves not in the honest wet heat of her young vagina but in condoms separating their skin from hers by a transparent yet physically and philosophically impenetrable layer of latex – it was also the first time she had permitted, or desired, a man's semen and seed inside her. She felt its warmth rush into the depths of her vagina in voluminous jets as George held himself still as he came, throbbing and kicking inside her as he shouted her name, and she felt, for the first time, the reverence and sanctity of being inseminated. One short year later they were standing at the altar, with George's best friend Tim – and Katherine's former beachfront lover – in attendance as best man. 

More quickly than she would have imagined possible, their marriage had passed through paper, cotton, leather, and flowers – George had sent five dozen long-stemmed roses -- and they had arrived at their wooden anniversary. Five years of dedicated monogamy had proved without question that the juice was worth the squeeze, but the alternatives – when she permitted herself the brief luxury of imagining them in vivid, high-definition mental video and five-point-one surround sound imagined audio – still had an insidious and even alarming appeal. It helped that George was a remarkably well educated man and lover, but even a connoisseur of prime rib tires if nothing else is on the menu. There had been days – oh God, had there been days – when she could have sold her soul for the metaphorical sexual equivalent of a Big Mac. A quick, cheap, greasy, tasty, meaty, salty cock would have felt so wonderful as it filled the lips of her pussy and slipped up into her hungry, growling tummy, and you could find an independently owned – and satisfyingly discreet – franchise on every street corner. The sole reason she had never submitted to the temptation is she knew the meal would turn her stomach later. 

Having never acted on her cravings, she felt no shame in admitting them to her husband as part of their imaginative and omnipresent foreplay. George was no fool. She was a hedonist at heart, and she knew that George was as much of a sexual zealot as she could ever claim to be. Of all the men she had dated, he was the only one not threatened by the admission that she had been in a foursome, with three men, and had enjoyed the experience unreservedly. She had always suspected that he had his own sexual skeletons in his closets, but had never pressed him for details. Women can kiss and tell. Gentlemen never do. But she knew the skeletons were there – she could hear them whispering to George when he shifted her into yet another new and interesting position in bed, and could hear their bones rattle when he made a libidinous and obscene suggestion as they walked through the mall together that would have her wet and eager hours later – and she was glad for their company. Life would have been boring without them. Their origins, however interesting, were less important to her than their ongoing contribution, but she suspected – based on George's sexual knowledge and his easy tolerance of her own history – that the origins of his skeletons were interesting indeed. And she was right. 

Chapter Three – George's Voluptuous and Libidinous Skeletons

Once, at the relatively young and gullible age of twenty-one, George had allowed himself to be led upstairs, then blindfolded and tied, fully clothed, to a king-size futon by a college girlfriend during a raucous and bawdy sorority party. Sharon had left him for a moment, still clothed, while she went down the hall to use the common washroom in the sorority house. He lay there, anticipating the sensation of Sharon's soft, wet lips and tight, eager pussy descending over the head of his cock – but he was subsequently chosen, when his smirking girlfriend returned with her sorority friends, as the focal point for more than a dozen slightly inebriated sorority sisters, including his treacherous and lecherous girlfriend, who crowded the bedroom, closed the door, and decided in their impaired state to mock him by making his bound body the playing field for a sisterly game of "chicken". He had objected, quietly and ineffectively, and was informed by the sorority president Tammy that, as he had no choice but to be a victim, he may as well change his tune, be a willing one, and save his breath. Seeing a certain sense in her logic, and having met the forms of protest required of a gentleman – albeit without much vigor as he had no true objection to being used in such a harmless fashion – George did as he was told.

Only three or four of the thirteen girls in the room were truly intent on humiliating him. The others had simply gathered to watch an event that Sharon had promised would be more interesting than the rapidly aging party that fought feebly for its survival on the other side of the closed bedroom door. The local fraternity was in attendance, and the sisters had sequestered themselves in Sharon's bedroom after tiring of persistent, drunken, and poorly executed advances that had left them cold and resentful. Most of the young women now standing over George had been quietly hoping to meet a young man of such overwhelming masculinity and irresistible charm at the party that night that they would have had sufficient and defensible cause to abandon their insincere masks of chastity, slip their eager, purposefully perfumed pussies over the soft head of a nice young cock, and take an urgent load of semen up their cunts or on their tits while blaming it all on alcohol and unrequited love in the morning. Bedding a charming, handsome, considerate stranger and begging him to cum in your tender young cunt while you shuddered through a glorious orgasm on his unyielding cock was romantic, even if he never called afterward. Fucking a drunken, belching frat brother and fingering yourself to a disappointing orgasm on his rapidly flagging penis after he passed out underneath you was slutty and pathetic. 

In the absence of both the reality they craved and any number of illusions they would have accepted, their bitterness was palpable. They were young, they were beautiful, they were horny, and the loutish behavior of their prospective lovers was intolerable. If their prospective lovers qua parasitic invaders had permitted the sisters to retain even a shred of dignity, many of the brothers would have been blissfully buried balls-deep in fragrant college cunt at that very moment instead of entertaining themselves by holding a drunken no-holds-barred tournament in which each brother demonstrated the methane content of his flatulent emissions with a self-administered Zippo lighter.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned – especially one abandoned for an ill-considered drunken game of "Scorch". Frustrated and betrayed, they saw George's bound, blindfolded, and helpless form as a rare and anonymous opportunity to exact their revenge on the opposite sex. He could hear his female captors chatting and giggling over the dance music roaring from the stereo on the main floor, and could hear the subtle ennui and resentment in their voices as they insulted and taunted him, treating him as a proxy for the frat brothers who had begun, one by one, to pass out – alone and unsuccessful in their eternal quest for sorority pussy – on the carpeted floor of the living room below.

George, in contrast, was completely sober, quietly amused, and had no objection whatsoever to having nine young women watch while their four friends poked and prodded him for a few minutes. He planned, quietly, to wait them out before reclaiming his gorgeous but treacherous girlfriend and making her pay for any humiliation he may suffer in the way she preferred best – naked and on her back on the futon; with his right hand mashing her tender, ripe tits; the thumb of his left hand stroking her eager, swollen clit; and his cock wedged up the tight pucker of her ass as she lay on her back, knees on her chest, rocking back and forth as best she could to encourage his gentle thrusts and cumming savagely on his flesh as he sent surge after surge of wasted but bestially gleeful semen up the shaft of his cock, so blissfully embraced by her firm young asscheeks, to explode softly into her tight, hot, well-lubricated ass. He had never been an aficionado of anal sex, but Sharon always came so hard with his cock up her tight, clenching anus that he couldn't deprive her – and if she had a good orgasm she would always clean his cock well with a warm soapy washcloth, turn over onto her stomach on the bed, and arch her ass so George could slip his cock into her fragrant little cunt, easing it into her tight young vagina until his cockhead was stopped by the bud of her cervix, then slowly moving inside her until his balls tightened and a second load of well-aimed semen joyfully spurted from his cock and sprayed against the mouth of her womb. Something subtle but sinister in Sharon's behavior made George glad she was on birth control, but the satisfaction of planting his semen in her fragrant, fecund vagina was immensely gratifying nonetheless. 

The four sisters sitting on the floor beside George's bound form on the futon tugged off his socks and rubbed them in his face, laughing sadistically as he turned his head away from the thick smell of his own day-old feet. His watch followed, and was claimed by a tight young brunette in a translucent white silk shirt who slipped it on her wrist, found it too large by far for her petite bones, and threw it carelessly in an open dresser drawer. Two sisters decided to rip off his button-down shirt and succeeded only in popping every button, from his chest to his navel, before giving up in disappointment after discovering that he was wearing a durable cotton undershirt that, in their impaired state, was as impervious as Kevlar to their weak attempts to penetrate it. Two others removed his belt with sharp jerks and offered it as a trophy to whichever sister had the nerve to release the four burnished bronze buttons of his button-down fly. There were no takers, but there was no lack of whispered encouragement or gestures from the crowd of young women watching who urged their sisters on the floor to perform the task themselves for the benefit of those watching. Few, if any, of the sisters present had seen a large enough variety of cocks and testicles to satisfy their post-adolescent phallic obsessions and, although unwilling to be so bold as to do the deed themselves, were eager to add the sight of George's exposed organ to their mental portfolio of penises. Most of them hoped, on some level, that their bound victim would get an erection and give them a cheap thrill. No such luck. 

Estrogen-laced bravado wafted through the room as each sister bragged in stage whispers about what she would do if only one her cowardly peers could only muster the courage to remove George's pants. One imaginative sister claimed she would pour Tabasco sauce on his exposed privates and watch him squirm until he cried. Another declared that she would give their hirsute victim a Brazilian to show him what women endured to obtain the pubescent look that men so indecently crave. Another declared boldly that she would simply fuck him until she came, then leave him bound, vulnerable, and helpless on the thin mattress. The laughter that followed the suggestion dismissed it as only one insane idea in the midst of others, but the mind and mouth that had given voice to it knew that if she were not in the presence of her sisters, and if her anonymity were guaranteed, she would like nothing more than to unbutton George's fly, roughly haul out whatever was hiding inside, and squat unceremoniously on it until he came insider her, squirming and shouting and bound on the bed underneath her. After such a disappointing evening it was tempting to think of simply taking what should have been reasonably offered by George's loutish brethren. It was only the infamy that would accompany the deed, and not the deed itself, that made the action unthinkable to the young woman who stared at him purposefully from the foot of the futon. 

The trim brunette with small pert breasts at the foot of the low bed enjoyed the fantasy for a moment, staring at George's muscular body for more than a polite moment. He was well built, and if Sharon was to be believed he had a very generous cock. She fingered the condom in her pocket. She had intended to put in her mouth and slip it over the head of a particular young linebacker's cock right about now, pressing the soft, pink knob of his twitching pipe all the way up to her tonsils and unrolling the condom with her tongue and teeth down his shaft, before reversing herself on him and, spreading her firm asscheeks with both hands to give him a good view of her ass and pussy, impaling herself with rhythmic abandon on his athletic dick until he and she both came in desperate and magnificent unison. It was supposed to be her private celebration for breaking up with her long-distance boyfriend at York, and this particular gridiron gladiator was her intended fuckbuddy for the year before she returned home for the summer and reunited passionately with her law-school lover. But the footballer whose firm cock was to stretch her freshly shaven and heavily perfumed pussy until she came had vomited on himself some hours earlier in the middle of a fragmented and incomprehensible sentence that contained the sole intelligible word "motherfuckers". 

The condom, and her desire to celebrate her new freedom, were very, very real. The formidable gentleman on the bed was just as athletic and eminently more fit to fuck than her intended paramour, and was also very, very real. It seemed unreasonable and infinitely unfair that she couldn't just have him. She wanted to so very badly. She could even see herself finding a pretense to straddle George's clothed hips while her sisters looked on, skirt billowing about her thighs and his hips, hiding the fact that she had found a way to liberate his cock, that she had slipped her panties to one side, and that his twitching, bucking cuntpipe was sliding blissfully up the tight, clenching channel of her vagina until she felt his hirsute testicles touch the skin of her ass. But fantasies are fantasies for a reason. She could fuck a linebacker all year behind closed doors, opening mouth, tits, cunt, and ass to his cock in delicious and private depravity, and still marry her York lawyer lover later. But a very public fuck in a very public room was different. And she very much intended, after four years of private and intense debauchery, to marry her lawyer. Without a word, but with a soft sigh of frustration before she swallowed quickly to empty her mouth of the rush of saliva that had rushed across her palate as she stared and fantasized, she sighed and turned from the bed to join her friends as they giggled and gaggled in frustrating relative decency.

One courageous sister, encouraged by her kin, descended into the lion's den of fraternity drunkards below and returned – unharmed but unkindly decorated with a hand-shaped beer stain on the lower curve of her ass and left breast – carrying a half dozen mickies and an impressive baggie of potent superskunk, surrendered reluctantly by one of the few conscious brothers below who preferred pot to puking, after he had secured an insincere promise that she would return, post-consumption, with her inebriated, intoxicated, and socially lubricated sisters. Fortune smiled on the brave, and a well stained glass bong was retrieved by its owner from a hiding spot deep in the bedroom closet. The fruit schnapps and vodka were passed to willing hands and lips, and the bong was passed from mouth to mouth, thrice around the circle, with enthusiastic education for the few cannabis virgins in the bedroom, before the bottles were empty and the room was filled with enough exhaled, unabsorbed THC to give even the two sisters who hadn't taken a hit a serious case of both secondhand and psychosomatic giggles and munchies. Feeling ultimately secure behind the locked bedroom door – and with the only man present strapped down securely and obviously harmless – in less time than it takes to shave a cat the air was blue with smoke, thick with the smell of unwashed gym socks, and the sisters were, to a woman, blissfully, purposefully, and peacefully impaired. Their quiet giggles grew quickly into obnoxious laughter. Their surreptitious glances at their captive evolved into sustained inquisitiveness. Familiarity breeds contempt, and their hesitation at the sight of George's bound, horizontal form quickly faded. After which their inhibition – in reality only a thin façade over their feminine ambition – yawned, stretched, and fell asleep contentedly like a happy cat in a warm ray of sunshine.

With a gentle push from alcohol and cannabis, each sister felt stronger, more confident, and more competent. The security of their sorority, their overwhelming sexual majority, and the chemical concoction running through their veins left them feeling both empowered and entitled. And, suffering gleefully and cumulatively from conceit, contempt, and consumption, they turned their minds away from a growing presence in the room, unattached to any one young woman but nonetheless growing in both awareness and in strength. Although intangible, it was very real, infinitely feminine, exceedingly powerful, and immeasurably frustrated. A parasitic force by nature, it took its strength of personality directly and entirely from thirteen bored, impaired, and overconfident minds, refining and amplifying their communal ambition into a power that should have been easily recognizable to the contentedly glazed and generously endowed second year psych major sitting on the corner of the bed by George's bound left foot had she not been sucking so eagerly and purposefully on the glass nipple of the freshly packed bong. 




An Anniversary to Remember



If the sisters had been asked to reveal their most sincere desires in that moment, the quick and easy response for most, if they had dared to be honest, would have been a desire for an ample, powerful, and polite young cock that would quickly and confidently charm its way past all clothing and convention, press firmly up and through the soft lips and warm mouths of their slick and sodden pussies before they could rationalize a lucid but counterfeit objection, and move powerfully and thickly up into the tight wet tubes of their gleefully impaled and rapidly clenching vaginas before they could remember the promises they had made to their mothers, their fathers, their priests, and their boyfriends at home. If each was very, very lucky, she would be so mesmerized by the innocent and wholesome sensations of fingertips, sighs, and lips on her mouth, face, and neck – wanting only to kiss, and hold, and hug in the prolonged absence of her boyfriend at home – that she could honestly and tearfully report later, to assuage her guilt, that she hadn't realized, after a few brief minutes of gentle and innocent kissing, that her skirt was over her waist, that the thin cotton strip of her thong was misplaced, and that he had surreptitiously opened his jeans to release the painfully bound length and girth of his cockflesh to make himself more comfortable. She could, without a word of a lie but with a cheater's insincere tears, say that they had been drinking heavily that night, that they were only friends, and that as they lay beside each other kissing – just kissing – he rolled on top of her and slipped between her legs to hug and embrace her before they parted company with reluctant chastity. She would cry alligator tears and tell her boyfriend that before either of them knew what was happening and to her honest surprise, his naked flesh had nestled in the crevice of her thighs, that he had pressed himself forward expecting to be blocked by panties and not realizing, himself, that she was wearing a thong, and that in a slick and unexpected rush, he was inside her pussy, shuddering, moaning, and instantly but guiltily spending himself in her innocent vagina as she lay astonished and ashamedly impaled upon him. And, as a proof of both her innocence and his own, he hadn't put on a condom because they had never intended the act. At a minimum, no matter the actual course of events, that would be the way she would choose to sell it.

If she was very unlucky she would have to prompt him, guiding him up and into her pussy with cool, quivering fingers, and lie flagrantly to her boyfriend later. But, in either case, once the bare skin of his cock touched the warm, slick, tender flesh of her pussy, the promises were broken. And once the promises were broken, there was no harm to be done in crushing the broken pieces to a blissful paste in the slick mortar of her muscular, wet, gleefully unrepentant vagina with the rhythmic, enthusiastic grinding of a thick pestle made from a young man's throbbing and eager cock.

In her fantasy -- and independently of whether it began innocently or wickedly – after she had cum often, dramatically, and with astonishing intensity as her tight brown nipples were delicately pinched with gentle fingertips and as the large, soft, plum-shaped head of a throbbing and turgid cunthammer pressed firmly and repeatedly up against the tight young bud of her womb in the most profound depths of her greedy and famished cunt, this anonymous, faceless, powerful, gentle cock would suddenly and vigorously augment its already powerful thrusts inside her clenching, gleefully impaled pussy and relieve her of the final vestige of her insincere chastity with a thick warm flood of glorious and virile semen that would explode with both power and purpose from pendulous and swaying testicles to spurt inside her fertile young cumhole, onto her ample swaying breasts, over her soft pink lips, across her bright white teeth, down her eager young throat, into her tight virginal ass, and directly into her wide-open and wickedly staring eyes with savage, bestial, and voluminous abandon until its owner could no longer summon its flaccid length into service.

Not that it would happen that way, if it were to happen at all. That part she would lie about. But she would nonetheless recall the actual event, however mundane, with bestial and silent relish some days after her tearful confession when her boyfriend finally forgave her and fucked her savagely afterwards, thrusting his own cock brutally into her slick, sociopathic cunt as she lay on the couch beneath him, investing his coin with a deep primal bellow into the same tight, slick vault that had been so thoroughly raided and emptied of treasure by another man's cock and semen just weeks before when she lifted her skirt, pulled her thong to one side, and squatted over a thick piece of moaning male flesh behind a thin shower curtain in the dry claw foot tub of the second-storey sorority house bathroom as random party-goers used the toilet not two feet from them without evicting partygoers or closing the door, and as her best friend snapped occasional pictures over the top of the shower curtain with her new Polaroid and provided a casual running commentary to those in the corridor outside. It was, after all, college.

Fantasies aside, few of the young college women in the room would have chosen, if given a choice without consequences, to spend a Friday night filled with pretentious chatter when they could instead spend it filled to overflowing with the miracle of a young, unrepentant cock, pendulous testicles, and the flood of surging, living semen that felt so wonderful as it jetted into the depths of their slick, bestially content cunts as each one shuddered through her own phenomenal orgasm.

Chapter Four – Sisterhood, Submission, & The Meaning of Gestalt 

The amount of liquid courage the sisters ingested had a predictable effect, and George's undershirt and jeans were no longer perceived as the impermeable obstacle they had been just twenty minutes earlier. What previously was an impenetrable psychological barrier was now a mere impediment – an inconvenience made of cotton and denim. The more impaired the sisters grew, the more irritating the impediment and their cowardice seemed. And, after a time, it seemed only rational to deal with both the impediment and their cowardice simultaneously.

A whispered conference was held, and after the sisters had quietly and unanimously agreed, with impaired and exaggerated gestures towards the futon, that the foursome sitting on the bed had the unanimous support of the group in proceeding – one of the sisters left the room and returned with a pair of kitchen shears and a sharp, telescopic utility knife. Impaired common sense – manifest in the taut bottle-blonde who had retrieved the tools but was too glazed with flavored schnapps to realize that her miniskirt was riding up her hips and that her fine, tight, thong-split asscheeks were peeking out perkily for all to see – had determined that these tools would assist in the necessary task of disrobing their "guest", while avoiding the inevitable risk of flight that accompanied the logical but safer approach of sequentially untying and retying George's hands and feet. After testing the strength, sharpness, and flexibility of each cutting tool on his previously liberated socks, which quickly became shreds of cotton on the floor, they leaned over him and began to execute their impaired but painstakingly purposeful plan. In teams of two, with one sister holding the fabric away from George's twitching skin while the other made careful incisions, they set out on their task with measured, impaired enthusiasm – and every sister present hoped he had worn a nice, tight set of bikini briefs that would make a beautiful exhibit of his encapsulated privates.

The tension in the room rose subtly with each cut through his cotton and denim shell, and an almost inaudible collective gasp rose from the group each time the evil-looking but harmless back of the utility knife touched George's skin and summoned a nervous twitch from whichever part of his body fought to retreat from the cool steel blade. Conversation in the room slowly died, and all eyes were now unashamedly focused on George's increasingly exposed and undeniably well-toned body as the heavy bass of the dance music below provided enough background noise to prevent the silence in the room from penetrating their collective consciousness and to keep their bodies swaying gently as they watched, enthralled by their own daring. They found, to their profound disappointment as the scissors sliced the fabric surrounding his left leg up past his knee, that George preferred boxers and that, in consequence, his privates would be well camouflaged within the loose cloth of his shorts instead of being prominently displayed in tight briefs. George lay completely still, given the proximity of the utility knife to delicate parts of his anatomy and the impaired state of the owner of the hand that guided the blade, but complained loudly about the destruction of his best pair of jeans until Tammy slid the cold steel of the closed but still menacing scissors under the band of his boxer shorts and reminded him that cutting was delicate work, that his whining was distracting her from the task at hand, and that if he was lucky they would give him a skirt and stockings for the ride home when they were done with him.

It took ten minutes of careful cutting to shred George's shirt, undershirt, and jeans into sections small enough to yank out from underneath the weight of his body. He was now, to his own dismay, clad only in his bright white boxers. To add to his chagrin, he had begun to suffer the traditional male reaction to the simultaneous presence of adrenaline and estrogen – an enthusiastic chubby forming a rather large and still growing tent in his boxers. He was delighted that he had chosen shorts without an open fly or his exposure would have been both thorough and embarrassing. Not sensing or caring for his discomfort, every set of eyes in the room was glued to the growing, twitching pyramid of cock rising slowly from his groin. Awakened by the thought of his girlfriend's hot, well lubricated ass – and nourished by the delicate fingers that had softly danced down the length of his body while cutting away his clothes – his lecherous cock kicked and swelled with every beat of his heart as more blood was captured and imprisoned by the hydraulic piston he had been born with instead of a normal penis. At first, the sisters had only giggled, pointed, and stared as they noticed movement in his underwear. After a few moments, however, they realized that the growing, twitching brute in George's shorts was no laughing matter, and the mouths of the sisters present were now open in genuine awe and disbelief. They all had boyfriends. They had all seen a cock, or two, or even half a dozen – but they had never witnessed the awakening of a monster like the one they had summoned from George's shorts – a trouser snake of unprecedented proportion.

The four stoned sisters leaning on the bed and torturing poor George were at the limits of their daring and were visibly shaken by the thick column rising relentlessly from his thighs. The loose fabric of his boxers failed to provide the vertical clearance required for such a beast, and the sisters watched, fascinated, as his cock stretched the cotton to its vertical elastic limit. The head of his cocooned leviathan rose into the fabric to form a tight knot against the inner surface of his shorts – a perfect impression of the massive, plush cockhead underneath as it pressed powerfully against the cotton prison that bound it – before it bent upward towards his stomach. The cavernous reservoirs in his nascent shaft continued to inhale volumes of fresh blood, and the head of his cock seemed to crawl, of its own free will, upward toward the tight elastic band of his shorts where they met his flat, hirsute stomach. The firm ridge at the base of his cockhead was clearly visible against the fabric as George's lengthening shaft propelled the massive knob upward, towards his navel. 

The fabric of his shorts continued to bind the beast but, as the length of his flesh formed a massive convex curve in the loose fabric that clearly displayed the impressive breadth of his cock, the head of his penis continued to climb north toward, above, and then directly over the tight waistband of his underwear. A soft collective gasp of both horror and anticipation swept through the room as the pressure exerted by the creature under the cloth began to lift the band of his briefs from his stomach. The sisters standing towards the head of the bed shifted nervously and felt their breath catch in ill-contained anticipation as the dim light of the room penetrated the darkness under the lip of his briefs and they noticed, with flushed faces and wide eyes that betrayed their enthusiasm, that the dark chestnut curls on his lower stomach thickened noticeably as they flowed smoothly under the raised elastic band in the general direction of the hidden base of his cock. Finally, only a few moments before the rising branch of his cock would have succeeded in lifting the band of his shorts high enough to shed dim light on its trunk, George's gorgeous and incredible member stopped its almost frightening expansion and paused, twitching and throbbing, with the tip of its soft, massive head a full and thick ten inches from the soft, ample bulge of his veiled testicles.

Twenty-six astonished eyes caressed the fat, soft knob of his cock and noted, through the cloth, the slight indentation at the apex of the knot that would, if motivated properly, send a voluminous surge of semen gushing into or onto whatever dared to provoke it. A tiny dark circle had already appeared at the tip of the knot as a large drop of precum, forced from the tip by the rippling contractions that sent his cock twitching from hilt to head, soaked into the white cotton of George's shorts. Fascinated, and lacking even the pretense of propriety, the sisters stared at the fat, twitching pipe with depraved curiosity. In the moment they lacked both the courage and the honesty to satisfy their curiosity. It was obvious, however, that every girl in the room wanted to see the unrepentant beast unmasked. Some few, impossible to tell from their sisters, already knew that they not only wanted to see the monster drawn from its lair inside George's shorts but wanted to confront it. They felt an instinctive need to defy it – to not flee from it but to suffocate it with lips, teeth, hands, cunts, and breasts until its vaults were emptied, until its treasury was purged, until its currency of rich, white semen was spent inside their welcoming young bodies, and until the assets horded in his testicles were invested and earning compound interest deep inside the eager, nurturing bodies for whom the wealth was rightfully intended and purposefully created. Such masculine arrogance and unapologetic selfishness was an affront to all things feminine, and had to be destroyed. Some few believed, in the moment and as they stared at the massive pipe of flesh in George's shorts, that they would never again be truly happy until his arrogant flesh hung in slick, limp, disgraced submission. It simply wasn't fair. For those few, their resentment grew. And with it grew their feeling of entitlement.

Their numbers included Tammy, the sorority president, who had been watching the proceedings with interest and whose enlightened and practiced quim was now slicker than a happy mink. She had already decided, upon seeing the remarkable bulge in George's shorts, that tonight's party would be different and memorable. At the very least, those who cared to stay and watch would see their fearless leader slide that long, fat cock up and into her warm, wet pussy and take what promised to be a massive injection of semen up her rapaciously greedy cunt. At the very best, every sister who dared would, in turn, kneel over that thick column of cock that both fascinated and frightened them all, and slowly lean backward onto it until it softly shattered the soft, wet walls of their indifference, penetrated their trembling bodies and hardened hearts, and awakened the same universal but closeted goddess that Tammy had nursed to ecstatic health from near extinction in her own soul years three years before. 

It had happened in Tammy's first year in the sorority. Tammy remembered the night well. She hadn't always been as enlightened and confident as she was now as leader of the sorority. She remembered the harsh but loving physical and emotional encouragement that she had needed from her sisters that night, and the warmth of President Courtney's soft hands as she gently but firmly pressed Tammy's thighs down, helping her learn to submit to the will of the sorority, as Tammy hesitantly held herself, naked from the waist down and trembling, squatting above Courtney's boyfriend's rock-hard, fully vertical, seven-inch penis. She wasn't a virgin, but she remembered feeling panic. She remembered breathing in gasps, whimpering and shaking her head in frustration and confusion. She remembered the fascinated encouragement offered by her sisters who watched from around the bed. And she remembered Courtney's loving whispers in her right ear as she leaned forward onto Tammy's back and pressed her lovingly downward. She had resisted – had hesitated -- and on the first touch of his flesh to the tender lips of her pussy she had whimpered and panted, wild-eyed and pouring with sweat. She had hesitated and resisted even as the plum-shaped knob of Courtney's boyfriend's bare penis kissed open the lips of her trembling freshman pussy. But her hesitation had only lasted moments, until the soft head of his cock was nestled firmly inside the mouth of her inexperienced but nonetheless sodden pussy, at which time Tammy heard his pleading moan beneath her and had felt an incredible surge of predatory female power in her heart that had changed her life. 

She had fucked him hard then, coming twice on his twitching cock while Courtney watched, provided direction, and grinned in hedonistic glee, before she dismounted and sucked her own liquor off his throbbing pipe until he screamed a helpless monosyllabic yawp into the air and sent waves of semen bursting down her throat and between her lips as she squeezed his testicles cruelly with her right hand, swept her soft, warm lips and tongue over and down the slick length of his penis, and raked her sharp teeth mercilessly across the tender skin at the hilt of his swollen cuntfucker as it bucked and throbbed in her mouth with each powerful burst of bitter, ropy cum. 

It had been Tammy's final rite of initiation, and she had been welcomed into the membership of the sorority with sisterly hugs just moments later, in spite of the volumes of warm, fresh semen still dripping from her naked, flushed lips, neck and breasts. And then the sisters had set upon the flaccid length of masculinity on the bed with a purposeful abandon that Tammy found frightening, inspiring, and addictive. It had been a liberating event, and this night would be no different for her younger sisters if they followed where she led. It would be a glorious night that would secure the legacy of her presidency, would ensure her undisputed authority over the sisters during her final year in office, and would fulfill the swelling promise of a burgeoning series of orgasms that Tammy could already feel building in her slippery, demanding thighs. The only question that remained in Tammy's mind was how best to guide her sisters towards the goal that served not only their individual interests, but the interests of every sister in the group who craved the sensation of George's cock in her body but lacked the will to make the craving manifest.




An Anniversary to Remember



The raw sexual tension in the room was so thick it was oppressive, but as Tammy looked around she realized no other sister had recognized that their salvation lay tied and grumbling on the futon. Their captive had verbally protested his treatment at the hands of the sisters, but his amazing cock not only consented, but demanded that they ignore his obviously insincere protests. Technically it might be rape, but in Tammy's mind George's proud erection was implicit consent – if a cock was firm enough to part the slick lips of her pussy and penetrate the tight ring of cunt muscle that led to her vagina, she had all the permission she required. And not once had a cock wilted inside her gleefully clenching vagina once she had captured it inside her, no matter how drunk or indignant the owner. They had all, to a member, exploded blissfully in her voracious, snug, gluttonous cunt without complaint. And George would be no exception.

Tammy stopped for a moment and looked around the room, assessing her sisters. Divided, the sorority was hesitant and weak. But together, when they each sacrificed a small portion of their individuality to the gestalt of the sorority, they became a goddess – a strong, vibrant, invincible creature who was Tammy's personal totem – and tonight the goddess wanted nothing more than the thick, young cock on the bed. Tammy could feel it in the room, gaining strength as each sister fought with her own building depravity. With just a gentle touch from Tammy, inspired by their escalating mutual need, they would be free to see the situation just as she did and empower themselves to take from George what they needed – the magnificent tower of his twitching cock, the flood of semen hoarded in his plush testicles, his bestial and powerless shouts as his semen leapt from the plow of his cock into the deeply-tilled soil of their brutally but blissfully impaled bodies, and the purposeful sense of estrogen-saturated fulfillment that would come only with their orgasms and the slick, wet heat of his cum in their hungry, fertile cockloving vaginas. Just as President Courtney had once encouraged Tammy with firm, warm hands, President Tammy would now encourage her sisters with firm, warm words.

Three of the thirteen girls in the room were "pledges" – applicants for sorority membership who had not yet been granted full privileges, conditional to the completion of a variety of humiliating or illegal initiation rites that included cleaning toilets with toothbrushes and sourcing marijuana for sorority parties. Traditionally, all pledges were granted full membership after the hazing process was complete. Tammy prided herself on picking pledges carefully and, in spite of the traditional hazing – a necessary ritual to instill obedience and submission in junior members – she cared very much for her Greek sisters. Nothing was more painful than rejecting a pledge's application after weeks or months of initiation. The three she had chosen from the hundreds of applicants this year were excellent candidates – beautiful, intelligent, obedient, and delightfully eager to please. She was confident that all would eventually graduate into the ranks of the sisterhood, but she was about to give one the same kind of opportunity she had been given three years before – the chance to graduate now by demonstrating leadership through submission, and in doing so giving her sisters the encouragement and permission they needed to release the predatory deity in their own hearts who was simultaneously begging them and commanding them to release it to feed on the bound, helpless form on the bed.

With her nipples chafing painfully on the inside of her cotton blouse, and her thighs already warming with the awareness of the potential that the evening could hold, Tammy took two short steps to the bed, claimed the sharp utility knife from one of the hesitant senior sisters, and held it above her head. Her confident posture commanded universal attention. The quiet whispers between sisters ceased, and every eye in the room aside from those under George's blindfold was captured and held by her posture and charisma. Pausing for effect and pointedly staring at each new pledge in turn before speaking, Tammy offered immediate approval into the sorority for whichever applicant stepped forward, took the knife, and used it to cut the boxer shorts off of "... our honored and privileged guest". Two pledges hesitated. The third, Tabitha – a stunning, mahogany-skinned veterinary student – stepped forward with a wicked, eager grin and held out her hand for the blade. 

Smiling, Tammy surrendered the knife hilt-first to a firm hand accustomed to scalpels, and retreated to her place in the circle. Every pair of eyes in the room, including Tammy's, alternated between the shining edge of the blade and the rhythmically pulsing shaft in George's shorts. All conversation ended. Mouths watered. And a number of young, tender, libidos began to whisper insidious and insincere reassurances into young, foolish minds that had not yet learned the politics of their own bodies. The unreal but nonetheless commanding presence of the goddess began to take form as each sister noted the subtle depravity in her neighbor – a depravity that not only tolerated but encouraged the subtle and blissful debauchery growing in strength inside her own heart. Hesitant sisters made brief eye contact with eager ones and were strengthened. Bored sisters watched as waves of subtle lust passed over their more aroused friends, and they felt an expectant warmth grow and swell in their own stomachs in silent communion. Those who were calm noted their neighbor's breasts and erect nipples rising and falling quickly in anticipation, and felt their own nipples tighten and breath quicken in turn. Uninfected sisters watched as those who had been overcome built an image of George's liberated, arrogant cunthammer in their minds, and those watching felt their own minds reel and thighs begin to weep in gleeful approval at the thought of making the image real. 

Thirteen minds assembled a new set of possible conclusions to the evening, many more of which now involved soft, trembling mouths and cunts profoundly and eagerly impaled on the kind of ecstatically unyielding cock that had been their unspoken and subconscious goal well before they entered the room, and the new possibilities set in motion by Tabitha's willingness to remove the final barrier between their eyes and the object of their craven obsession sent streamers of soft, quivering electricity through the body of every young woman in the room.

Tabitha held the knife high in her left hand while she knelt on the bed directly to George's left. Offering reassurance to her victim in the low, confident voice a trapper uses on snared game, she leaned over his body and lowered the knife towards his thighs. Lifting the lower hem of his shorts with the fingers of her right hand, and carefully inserting the blade along the outside of his left thigh, closest to her hands and as far away as she could be from his twitching cock and bulging testicles, she carefully began to cut the fabric in watchful, vigilant strokes, just beside the seam. Her sisters shuffled forward, leaning over and around George's bound form, craning their necks and gently elbowing each other in their effort to have a direct line of sight to the precise point where the cotton strands sighed apart under the precise and steady application of the utility knife. Inch by torturous inch, the fabric parted until – with a stronger but still precise and guarded stroke from the young veterinary student's hands – the strong waistband itself gave way and the cloth, pressed upward by the pressure from George's massive cock, parted to reveal his inner thigh. 

The gasp of anticipatory delight that streamed from every throat in expectation of the liberation of George's cock was premature. Although the strong upward pressure from his bent cockpipe had lifted the fabric as it parted, his strong cotton shorts still had two connections – at his right thigh and under his testicles – and the cut fabric was now draped loosely over the ripe pipe of his cock, revealing only a tight, young, severely masculine, and artfully exposed inner thigh to hold their attention while their knife-wielding sister walked around the bed to George's right side. Her sisters noted, with satisfaction, that George's cock was standing more proudly erect now that one of its restraints had been released. Tabitha settled confidently at George's right thigh and began again. A nervous, cathartic twitter began as sisters began whispering in each other's ears, hearts pounding, until Tammy loudly shushed the group and their attention was refocused on Tabitha's hands and George's trembling loins. Having successfully completed the same surgery just moments before, and justifiably eager for the fruits of her labor, Tabitha's hands quickly guided the sharp blade through the thin cotton until only the elastic band remained. She gathered the waistband into a short loop, grasped it tightly with her thumb and forefinger, slipped the blade through the small oval of fabric, and sliced upward with the knife, severing the last barrier between thirteen pair of hungry eyes and the cockflesh restrained underneath.

The sisters stepped back as the final cut was made and Tabitha released her hold on the fabric of his shorts. Courageous in taunting the beast while it was leashed, their courage was quickly eroded by the knowledge that they had intentionally released it from its cage. To their universal frustration, however, their reaction was again premature. The severed cloth of George's briefs now hung limply on both sides and over the head of his pulsing penis like a villain's mask. The dark curls of his leg and stomach hair grew darker, heavier, and coarser as they spiraled into his loins and under the slip of cloth that still concealed the thick haunch of rock-hard flesh he used as a penis, but the sheer weight of his cock prevented it from swinging to the vertical. Slowly and almost purposefully, in the absence of the painful cotton prison that had bound it just seconds before, the constant, gentle throbbing of his cock raised the massive piece of flesh upward. Nothing more was required of the paralyzed and breathless sisters. It was only a matter of time before it would proudly and magically unveil itself. Thirteen eager pairs of eyes waited for the moment in which the fabric would fall and they would confront the hypnotically throbbing creature underneath.

Impatient and excited beyond containment, the sisters at the head of the bed were the first to catch a glimpse of cockflesh as the draped waistband lifted to reveal the colossal and cleanshaven hilt of his cockshaft underneath. Three of the four young women screamed their excitement into the room, trembling violently and holding their quivering hands to their mouths – like three finalists in a beauty pageant – in astonishment and approval. The fourth simply stared, mouth agape and eyes locked on the massive pipe of flesh as its smooth, breathtaking girth slowly emerged from its cotton curtains. The circle of sisters around the bed began to dissolve as individuals abandoned their places and headed for the head of the bed for a better view. Those patient few who refused to move from their front-row seats and had kept their eyes glued to George's thighs from the sides of the bed were the lucky ones.

The rectangle of fabric enclosing the head and sides of George's twitching cock suddenly gave way, and slipped from its perch on his cockhead, tumbling past his swollen testicles to lie in a small pile of cotton between his legs. The fat, pulsing pipe of George's ten-inch cock, densely ribbed with pulsing purple veins that spiraled down the shaft to vanish into his thighs, sprang free and stood – arrogant, throbbing, and impatiently waiting for the generous serving of ripe, pungent cunt that George's imagination had promised – in the dim light of the room. His testicles, each one the size of a large plum and shaved clean that very morning in the shower by Sharon herself – who had finished her favorite task by wrapping her warm lips around the soft skin of his knob and stroking her soapy hands up and down his wet cockpipe until he sent his bitter morning semen streaming down her throat – reclined leisurely and confidently in the pit of his crotch. Although bound and blindfolded on the bed, George – or more rightly, the sight of his divine cock and testicles – overwhelmed each sister in turn, penetrating each young woman's soft, wet mind, and sending a sticky, hot flood of virile, memetic semen into each young, tender brain. The sorority goddess reeled under the vicious, psychic assault on its collective mind.

In the same way that a sudden, bright light is blinding at night, the sudden image of his superb, massive cock and luscious, wrinkled testicles was utterly devastating to the barely rational minds of the sisters present and, as their minds reeled with the blinding impact, not a one could summon a coherent thought. For a moment there was a profound silence, broken only by the pounding music from the fatally wounded party outside the bedroom door. Then, starting slowly but growing abruptly as each young woman recovered her voice, a crescendo of euphoric yelps, screams, and gasps washed through the sorority house as the gestalt goddess of the sisterhood recovered, recognized the unmistakable divinity that had manifested itself in the massive, pulsing cock attached to George's body, and celebrated its incredible fortune with a bestial yawp of defiance, worship, and fear. The circle of sisters shattered amidst spontaneous screams, shrieks, and ecstatic sobs of reverent, expectant exaltation as each sister's mouth, hands, eyes, shivering skin, and soft, quivering thighs channeled a subtly different facet of her goddess' inaudible but nonetheless deafening yawp.

Six sisters paced around the room looking utterly panicked, eyes and mouths wide open in fright and confusion. Another four young women had fallen to their knees at the sides of the bed in catharsis and amazement, physically and emotionally stunned by the velvet mallet of George's cock throbbing proudly on the bed in front of them. One gorgeous, plump, young woman with immense breasts screamed repeatedly at the top of her ample lungs, ignored by her sisters in the room, until she was slapped viciously and repeatedly in the face by one of her sisters, after which she slumped to the floor at the foot of the bed, sobbing in cathartic contentment as she stared at George's thighs. The two remaining sisters, best friends since childhood, clung to each other for support and comfort while hungrily staring at the thick pole of living flesh that spasmed in front of them with metronomic indifference to their uncertain flesh and thoughts.

Tammy was one of the sisters most experienced and least affected, and also one of the first to recover. She gently herded her flock, one by one as they regained their senses, back to the circle around the bed. She was careful to ensure, even through the haze of her own significant and mounting lust, that George's twitching cock was in the geometric centre of the group and that each girl was equidistant from her neighbor. With the care and charisma that had earned her the office of president, Tammy slowly gathered her coven around the pagan shrine of George's massive, arrogant, throbbing flesh.

When only one position in the circle of sisters remained, Tammy took her place and they stood, facing each other quietly, across the king-size altar on which George was firmly bound. Brilliant in her exploitation of both individuals and masses, Tammy silenced the group and led them, holding hands, in three slow, measured recitations of the sorority pledge. As their mouths and throats moved to form the memorized mantra, as they orally pledged their unfailing loyalty to the sorority and overt submission to Tammy's leadership, and with the symbolism of a completed circle of friends firmly established in their hearts, their minds were quickly purged of fear, diversity, and individuality, and their illusory goddess once more crept from the shadows and installed herself in their hearts and minds. Two minutes after the eerie recitation began, every young woman in the room was quiet, smiling calmly, and once more in the service of the gestalt of the sisterhood. In the interval, which both bored George and gave him a serious case of the "heebie-jeebies", George's erection had begun to deflate, seemingly brought to heel by the sisters' chanted mantra. It was, by all objective standards, still an impressive piece of flesh, but its power to inspire fear had been replaced in the hearts of the sisters with a detached curiosity and a slowly strengthening mélange of entitlement, resentment, and resolve. After all, their chanted pledge had tamed it.

Tammy spoke at length to her sisters, slowly, confidently, calmly, and with the charisma of a cult leader. As George's arrogant erection slowly deflated and came to rest on his upper right thigh where it twitched now and again and oozed precum despondently, Tammy suggested to her sisters that their reaction, although natural, made it clear that the bond of the sorority had failed them – that if they continued to be afraid and nervous around a simple piece of male flesh, they would never assume full ownership of their roles as women and leaders in a flawed and patriarchal society. She went on to suggest that they owed it to themselves, and to every woman they knew both within and outside the sorority, to overcome their fears and assume the mantle of protector and leader in their careers and social relationships that would follow their graduation from college. As president, she had a responsibility to help them overcome their fears. As Tammy spoke the words, she desperately hoped that they were true. She knew what the inevitable outcome would be if her sisters and followers accepted her leadership, and knew that, as individuals, few of the young women in the room would consciously choose the path Tammy was setting. She knew also, however, that the path she was recommending to her sisters was the path they desperately craved if they could only muster the courage. With that thought her confidence returned, with a silent but bestial scream of affirmation from her well-oiled cunt, and she pressed on. She recommended, as president and the sorority's moral compass, that they continue their harmless game of "chicken" in the form of a series of innocent "dares" that would help each young woman overcome her fears. Firmly in the grip of the sorority and its leadership, not a single young woman objected.

The first dare, made by Tammy, was to press one finger onto the flaccid shaft of flesh that twitched so delightfully and comically when it was prodded. Eleven of the young women in the circle leaned forward and gently pressed a warm, damp finger into the soft, pink flesh of his partially erect but reposing penis and calmly reclaimed their places. Two of the sisters declined the opportunity and, at a signal from Tammy, who had resolved to help them find their courage without regard for their pride, were quickly but gently approached by more confident peers who encouraged them with calm words and firm physical guidance until they reluctantly placed their cool fingers on George's deflated organ. An unspoken contract was established between each nervous girl in the room – a compact that each girl would "help" her sister overcome her anxiety and meet the terms of the dare. As an individual weakened, she was "helped" through her weakness by her sisters who at times, for the benefit of the entire sorority, would use physical encouragement to enforce the contract. The peer pressure in the room was so thick it was palpable, and the social consequences of non-performance threatened to be quietly and gently devastating to any sister who defied the gestalt. The light touch of deft fingers on his cock spurred George's erection once again, and by the time the final fingers had left their quickly fading white impressions on the shaft or head of his cock he had regained his former, impressive dimensions. Once again nervous as individuals, but firmly entrenched in the social contract, each young woman stared with both fear and hunger at the thick, pulsing pipe that confronted them – but now their fear was slowly evolving into something even more primal than fight or flight. Their leader had guided them flawlessly. Their fear was now being deliberately sublimated into a growing and nearly insatiable urge to fuck.




An Anniversary to Remember



The second dare was to cup one his testicles, and thirteen cool hands briefly lifted and palmed a warm, oval ball. More than one hand paused and, exceeding the terms of the dare, gently squeezed and rolled his warm testicles between cool fingers before the sister responsible was pulled gently back by her peers. One of those gently restrained was one of the same sisters who, just minutes prior, had initially refused to simply touch George's flaccid cock. Few sisters, if any, now possessed the individuality necessary to break the iron grip of the sorority. Conformance was required, both to minimums and maximums, to ensure that each individual was slowly and successfully initiated into the next phase of the challenge as a member of the larger group, without exceeding her personal limits, which had to be extended both diligently and gently. Each member of the group had the same goal. Each member lusted after the same inevitable and obvious conclusion to their game. But due process must be followed. If, in the nervous tension of the room, even one sister was allowed to reject or exceed the terms of the current dare, individual accountability would reassert itself and the liberating numbness of submission to the gestalt would fade and die. Not a sister would permit her neighbor to defy, and not a sister was permitted defiance by her neighbor when her nervous turn arrived. And so the sisterhood prevailed.

After the second dare, as Tammy was searching for a new dare that would gently push the sisters towards her goal, one of the sisters leaned over and whispered a suggestion to her. Tammy grinned wickedly and eagerly nodded her approval. The junior sister, Cindy, rose from her spot in the circle, and left the room. While she was gone, Tammy presented the third challenge. She dared each sister to touch George's cock with one hand and cup his testicles with the other – an act that required no new debauchery, but one that raised expectations to participation with both hands and a forward movement that hadn't been required in the previous dare – a subtlety lost on every sister but Tammy, who noted with approval as her charges accepted the dare that their actions were no longer just obedience, but enthusiastic participation. George moaned twice as two sisters went beyond touching and gently stroked an inch of his cock before willingly retreating without encouragement. Tammy smiled. The pattern had been set.

Cindy returned, holding her hands behind her back. She looked at Tammy, who nodded gently, before she revealed her hidden prize – a large bottle of personal silicone lubricant. Looking around the circle, Tammy noted the sisters who twitched, and those who smiled. Holding the bottle in front of her chest like a small trophy, Cindy walked over to the edge of the bed, held the bottle above George's erect cock, inverted it and, squeezing with both hands, poured a full third of the streaming clear fluid quickly onto George's stomach, cock, and testicles to the quiet cheers of her sorority kin. Surprised, George threw himself against his bonds and tried to break free in a violent and spontaneous response to the shock of the cold liquid splashing against his skin. The knots and ropes that bound him held, aided by the weight of four sisters who quickly rose from their places in the circle and pinned his ankles and wrists under their hands while he struggled.

The fourth dare was simple. Touch the head of George's cock with one hand and press the fingers of the other into the lubricant. Each sister complied, startled by the presence of the lubricant but relieved that the new dare seemed a retreat from the last. But Tammy wasn't nearly done.

The fifth dare seemed a simple repetition of the first. Touch the twitching cock. But Tammy made it clear the touch was to be made with the slick fingers covered in lubricant. Not a sister flinched. They had done it once before without lubricant. But now, as each sister softly pressed her finger onto George's cock, a small spot of glistening flesh appeared on his penis. Tammy, the first to perform the dare, watched carefully as each sister complied, and as each sister watched her sisters comply. By the time the last sister had obediently pressed her slick fingertips against the pink and purple veined tower of George's twitching penis, and two inches of George's cock were wet and reflecting the dim light with a healthy shimmer, three sisters had edged forward and four were clenching their damp, lubricated fingers in tiny fists. A large drop of precum spilled down the side of George's cock, and dissolved in the wet ring of finger-shaped wet spots four inches from the head of his cock. One sister sighed in contented agony.

The sixth dare was more challenging, and was eagerly anticipated by twelve sisters who watched Tammy eagerly as she announced it. George's cock was fully vertical, and twitched rhythmically with his heartbeat. They had touched it, it hadn't bitten them, and they were no longer afraid of it. The sixth dare was to wrap lubricated fingers and thumb around George's cock – but no stroking. Just touching. A snort of impatience was delivered by one eager sister, who shriveled noticeably when Tammy looked her way. 

Every sister complied, many of them panting noticeably and a few of them parting their lips and softly and shamelessly sighing as they curled their fingers around George's significant girth. A few paused and simply held his cock in their hand for a moment before they retreated. Three sisters, pressing the boundaries Tammy established in their eagerness, gripped and released his cock a few times before retreating. One sister paused for far too long, focused entirely on her fingers and George's cock as she gripped his girth, trembling and panting, before her eager neighbour tapped her on the shoulder and took her place. That replacement was the gleeful recipient of a large drop of precum as it slid down the shaft of George's penis. The five sisters within line of sight sighed in vicarious contentment as the dollop of sticky fluid met the web of flesh between Ashley's thumb and fingers. Ashley smiled in warm delight and withdrew her hands, rubbing the precum into her skin. Tammy looked around with satisfaction. Not a single sister was sitting. All were now kneeling, watching eagerly as their sisters performed, and waiting for their next turn.

The seventh dare was the closer. Tammy had manipulated each sister to a state of honest arousal. They were leaning forward to watch. They were clenching their hands. Their nipples were erect, and they were no longer bothering to look at each other for approval. They were ready.

The next dare was to stroke George's cock with a lubricated hand for five seconds, from head to hilt, at least once. Tammy knew that if they did it, they were hers. If they did it, she knew how the evening would end. Tammy knew, herself, that although she might touch a man on a dare, she would never stroke his cock. If she was willing to fuck him with her hand, she was willing to fuck him with her cunt. And her sisters were aroused enough that she suspected they would feel the same way. Or would they? Calmly, and without any indication that she knew this next subtle step was essential to her goal, Tammy laid out the dare. Not a sister flinched. Some nodded in approval. Some just stared at George's cock hungrily. One – Ashley, the pretty brunette with the precum stained fingers – upon hearing the challenge lifted the sticky fingers of her right hand under the hem of her skirt, lifted the fabric, and unashamedly pressed her fingers inside her panties for a moment. Only three sisters noticed her brief foray into her own flesh, including a proud and pleased Tammy. The other nine were staring at George's glistening, twitching cock with calm and purposeful hunger.

Tammy claimed her right as president to lead and set the example, pressing her right hand firmly once again into the slick fluid on George's hirsute stomach, raising her hand for all to see the glistening sap on the palm and fingers of her hand, and – gripping his shaft firmly at the hilt and lifting her finger towards the head of his cock – softly stroking the full length of his twitching penis while her sisters watched in awe, her mouth watered, and her cunt wept expectant tears of joy. Tammy took a full ten seconds while George moaned beside and underneath her. Her sisters followed suit, each for only five seconds, having been given permission by the confident leadership of their mentor. George choked and moaned uncontrollably as thirteen young, soft pairs of hands caressed and stroked his cock in turn – some firm and warm, some small and cool, but all of them unquestionably female. Streams of precum were squeezed from the base of his cock up to pour from the head of his penis, to be rubbed into fingers and tasted. Two sisters who failed to note or obey the faint voice of the sister manning the stopwatch that indicated the end of their brief session were gently but forcibly removed from their custody of his sodden, twitching cockpipe. Yet another sister, only a few seconds into her mission, whimpered in overwhelming frustration and leaned forward, pressing her left hand down against the hilt of George's shaft and sweeping her right fist quickly up and down his length, hovering over the head of his cock with frightening intensity as George groaned and thrust his cock upward, only to be pulled back by her peers before she could summon his orgasm and watch as he came on her hands. George was only seconds away from sending an explosion of semen up the shaft of his cock to spatter on the firm hands of the junior sister who had made the dare when his cock was released and the terms of the dare were complete.

Confucius believed that every journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step, and so it was with the sisters. While none, aside from the raven-haired Sharon who claimed the role of George's girlfriend, would have believed themselves capable of the journey, each took small steps until, looking behind, they realized that they were too far from home to return – and that surrounding them was nothing but wilderness. Each believed, in her heart, that in the absence of the familiar and comfortable it was only her membership in and obedience to the gestalt of the sorority that protected her from the wilderness around her – and the goddess that was the stoned, drunk, gestalt of thirteen young, rebellious minds wanted nothing more in the world in that moment than to fill her mouth with George's delicious cock and to beat it into submission with her powerful, juicy cunt. Every sister in the room stared with very real hunger at George's sodden, arrogant erection. Every sister in the room searched in her heart for the strength and daring to reach out, grasp his throbbing cock, and guide it through the slick lips of her weeping pussy and into the sodden trench of her famished cunt. Every sister in the room wanted the taste of his precum on her tongue. And although the goddess was not yet strong enough to grant their request, every sister knew that she would be very soon. They all knew.

Chapter Five – Daring, Baring, & Preparing

Tammy once again reached forward and touched the dynamic of the sisterhood, guiding it toward the outcome she felt called to provide for each sister, and – with a wicked grin and a wink of permission – dared each obedient young woman to remove whichever item of clothing seemed, in the moment, most restrictive and inappropriate. Setting the standard with an evil grin, she immediately hiked her skirt, reached under the hem with two fingers, lowered her obviously sodden panties past her knees and ankles, and twirled them over her head to the soft cheers of the group before tossing them on the floor. Her quiet redheaded neighbour, trembling in an obvious battle between hesitation and submission, removed her sock and blushed in quiet shame. Groaning their disapproval, the group demanded her obedience to the benchmark Tammy had set. Not reacting quickly enough, and on Tammy's cue, she was softly but forcefully forced backwards from her sitting position and pinned to the floor by her neighbors, hands held to the floor above her head, while one of her other sisters in the circle was commissioned by the group to remove a second article of clothing as punishment for the delay and for the cowardice.

The conscripted but openly amused blonde who was drafted for the deed moved slowly around the circle towards her victim, who yelped her opposition but whose nipples were nonetheless erect under her thin summer blouse. Seeing the tight buds on her friend's tits, the conscripted executioner straddled and sat on her pinned friend's stomach, slowly unbuttoned the three top buttons of her quarry's blouse, and released the clasp on the front of her friend's brassiere while her restrained victim panted and struggled against the unbreakable but gentle restraints of a sister sitting on each arm and leg. Leaning down even closer until she could feel the warmth of her restrained friend's breath on her face, the blonde stared directly into her friend's eyes before lowering both hands, moving them inside her friend's blouse but over her unclasped brassiere, and cupping her victim's full, warm breasts. Mocking her frantic and pinned sister, the blonde gently clasped the fabric and peeled the thin pieces of cloth away from her ripe, young tits, exposing them to the view of the other sisters in the room. 

The redhead gasped in shock but continued to meet the challenging stare of her blonde friend. Both were breathing heavily, and the sisters in the room watched, fascinated, as the blonde suddenly leaned forward and placed a soft, wide-eyed kiss directly on the lips of her supine prey. The redhead didn't bother with the pretense of struggle – she closed her eyes, cocked her head, and leaned upward into her blonde friend's sweet mouth with a formerly latent but now genuine enthusiasm. The blonde beauty above her shuddered in her own brief battle between shock and acceptance as she felt her prey's soft tongue press through her own lips, then after a few seconds opened her legs almost imperceptibly and gently allowed her warm, damp thighs to press downward against the stomach of her new kissing-cousin as she opened her mouth and accepted her restrained friend's tongue. Their open-mouthed embrace lasted only a few seconds, but as their lips parted the room caught a brief flicker of two quickly retreating tongues – two very heterosexual women caught with their hands briefly in the bisexual cookie jar.

For a moment the room was silent, then erupted in savage screams of unanimous endorsement. A new game of chicken was established, one in which George's plump cock was momentarily forgotten while sorority sisters first dared a gorgeous black-haired Jewess – Star of David hanging from her necklace – to remove the blouse of her athletic A-cup neighbor, who subsequently dared a plump but spirited brunette to remove the skirt of the sorority's notoriously shy treasurer. The plump brunette – an intelligent and mischievous major in political science – turned quickly to her roommate, a quiet and unassuming Lebanese Sunni foreign student, and dared her to kiss her Jewish sister. None of the other sisters understood the cultural context, but the three sisters "in the know" smiled broadly and with humor as they reconciled thousands of years of conflict with a soft press of lips. In fifteen minutes the floor was littered with clothing. Ripe, full breasts of a multitude of colors, cultures, and shapes were liberated and proudly displayed. Three of the thirteen girls present removed their skirts and panties in response to aggressive dares from malicious or curious neighbours and now stood watching subsequent dares, trimmed, shaved, and hirsute pussies respectively exposed for all to see, without an ounce of shame or hesitation. It was only then that Amy, a gorgeous and by now topless psychology major, accepted what proved to be the final dare of the evening. Challenged by a sorority nemesis who she had beaten to the top of the class the semester before, Amy was dared to stroke the sorority president's clit with her finger. The room quieted after the dare and all eyes turned to Tammy.

Tammy, as the president of the sorority and having been named in the dare, had no option but to perform. Amy, in the tradition of the evening and in the ultimate service of the sorority, had no option. The evening had been so delicately and carefully escalated that not a single sister had, ultimately, refused to do what was asked of her. Shrugging her shoulders in apologetic helplessness, the topless, short-haired tart rose from her seat on the bed at George's feet and cautiously advanced on her leader. Tammy was obviously surprised. Fun and games aside, and based on more than one experiment to prove the hypothesis, she much preferred the taste of cock to pussy, and every twitching cuntpipe that she had ever taken into her eager dripping cumhole, regardless of size shape or color, had been better than the best dildo ever made. But she had spent the last twenty minutes salivating as she watched George's awesome piston, ignored by the group, repetitively swelling to its full length and subsiding to rest on his right thigh as his mind processed the events going on around him. Somehow the sisters had turned to a less threatening target – themselves – instead of renewing their focus on the gorgeous length of man-meat tied to the bed. But Tammy desperately needed that cock on the bed, and she knew how to work a crowd. And she knew if she refused to receive Amy's finger on her clit, she, and her sisters, would be beaten.

Tammy steeled herself, smiled at her advancing friend, and crooked her finger invitingly. Retreating slowly until she felt the door of the bedroom at her back, Tammy reached behind her waist and released the clasp of her skirt. Unzipping it, she let it fall to the ground and in doing so, having removed her own panties as an example to her sisters just minutes before, she confidently claimed the honor of being the first completely naked sister in the room. All others, even those who had removed their skirts and panties, had held onto one item of concealment – one last vestige of decorum to preserve a pretext to moral propriety. Those sisters without skirts had retained their shirts. Those without shirts and bras had retained their skirts or pants. Tammy, however, realized that true freedom existed solely in independence from propriety – and in servitude to the strong, predatory, feminine presence in her soul. Clothes were a necessary evil – an affront and an obstacle, not a moral asset – to the bestial, voracious, beautiful presence in her mind that she worshipped, and who in turn glared with rapacious hunger at the glistening cock on the bed. With a sigh, the fabric swept down her thighs, past her knees, and collapsed in a circle around her ankles at her feet. Tammy felt her cunt clench in glee as she, and her goddess, realized that she was one stop closer to sucking George's long, thick cock into her quivering, sopping pussy.

Her sisters' eyes were irresistibly drawn to the clean, bare, partially hidden lips of her pink, engorged labia. As they watched, a drop of warm liquor squeezed from her body by the rhythmic contractions of her expectant and muscular vagina and slowly trailed down her inner thigh before it fell to the carpet and vanished. Tammy leaned back seductively against the bedroom door, raised her chin proudly, stretched her arms up above her head, and smiled at Amy before spreading her legs sideways and bending her knees to expose the pink, puffy seam of her pussylips. More than one young woman watching felt a gush of wet warmth in her mouth and cunt and quickly tamed her bisexual demons. Following where her leader led, Amy closed the distance between their warm bodies and leaned forward, placing her left hand on the wall above Tammy's right shoulder. She opened the fingers of her right hand and slowly swept them forward until the palm of her hand rested on the clean skin just above the slit of her friend's pussy. Tammy looked her in the eyes, smiled gently, and almost imperceptibly nodded her consent.




An Anniversary to Remember



A story of how Alan and I reignited the flames of passion in our stale marriage.

Alan and I were to soon "celebrate" our twenty-fifth anniversary. I put that in quotation marks for a reason – there really wasn't much to celebrate. Neither of us bothered to speak about it, much less make any special plans. I knew that he would order flowers for me and he knew that I would try to update his blah wardrobe with a new shirt and a pair of slacks. We might even splurge and go out to dinner. Whoopee! I could hardly wait for that great time. Pretty sad, huh? So how did we get here, to this sad desperate point?

Alan and I were high school sweethearts. We started dating when we were seniors. We were both virgins and became each other's first sexual partners. That first time was rather comical as neither of us had a clue about what to do or how to do it. After a few times though we had that sex thing figured out and it was pretty nice. 

That is until I caught him flirting with Connie, the school tramp who had the rep of screwing most of the guys in the class. I caught them hugging in front of her locker and he had his hand in her back jean pocket, feeling her ass.  I was not going to let that humiliation pass unanswered so I dumped his ass right then and there. That was in mid-April. We were supposed to go to the prom in early May but that didn't happen. I expected him to go with Connie and get lucky with her but he didn't go at all, and neither did I. We didn't even speak to each other for the last two months of the school year. 

We saw each other on several occasions during that summer as we had common friends. We were cordial and friendly to each other but everyone felt the awkwardness of the situation. I was happy when I went away to college in August, knowing that I was about to start a new chapter in my life. Alan went to a different university. Neither of the schools was very distant from our hometown so we each made regular trips home to see friends and family. We continued to run into each other and eventually became good friends again. We started writing to each other from school on a regular basis and talked by phone at least once a week. During the summer between our Junior and Senior years, we started to date seriously, albeit at a distance.

I had tried dating other guys in college but did not meet anyone with whom I could see myself long term. I would usually get drunk and end up fucking them and then feeling like such a loser...must have been that Catholic upbringing. (Not the fucking part; just the guilt.) Alan also dated several women at school but never developed any feelings for them. He said they were fun to party with and fun to fuck. I guess I was just like those girls. I am so proud of that.

So, anyway, that's why we decided to give "us" another shot. We had both grown and matured and we discovered that we had similar goals and beliefs and that we complemented each other's quirky personalities. All of our friends said we were the perfect match. We were wed a year after we graduated from our respective universities.

We each took jobs in a larger city about 100 miles from our hometown, he with a civil engineering firm and I as a teacher. We became pregnant with our first son after five years, and then our second son was born about a year after our first. We decided that it wasn't necessary for me to work as Alan made three times what I made so I became a stay-at-home mom. 

I loved it. I don't care what anybody says, staying home with one's kids is a privilege and a blessing, not only for the children but also for the parent. I have no regrets about doing that. I knew that if I ever wanted to return to the classroom, I could; but as time passed, any desire to do so evaporated. I never minded wiping my own kids' snotty noses but did not want to go back to doing it for other peoples' kids. 

All in all, we were very happy and content. We lived comfortably, owned a beach house and could buy just about anything we wanted. Financially, we were in great shape. We had our ups and downs in our marriage, as any marriage does, but we loved each other and always worked out any problems. At least any problems that were obvious, that showed themselves. It's the hidden, underlying problems that will sneak up on you and bite you in the ass, as we were to find out. 

My life centered around my two boys so I guess I never noticed that our marriage was in a rut...that is until our oldest graduated from high school and I realized that he would soon be gone and in another year, so would our youngest. It dawned on me that it would then be just Alan and me and that scared me. We had unknowingly drifted apart, had little in common anymore and basically lived the proverbial "lives of quiet desperation." I decided to take a part-time job at a department store to occupy my time. It gave me something to do and that was where I met Kim. I'll get back to Kim later.

Alan was miserable at his work but with reason. He worked for a family-run firm but he wasn't part of the family. Initially, this wasn't a problem. He was bright and talented and was one of their best engineers. The patriarch loved Alan and treated him as if he was one of his sons, two of whom were in the business. Things changed when the old man retired and passed his interests to these two sons and a third one who had joined the firm just months before the father retired. 

Alan was disappointed that he wasn't rewarded with an ownership interest but he took it in stride. He was well paid. He enjoyed the work and got along well with two of the sons; the Johnny-come-lately son was another story. He was brash, abrasive and egotistical. He had nowhere near the talent and intellect of Alan or the other two sons and evidently tried to make up for it by being an asshole.

All of a sudden, Alan hated going to work. Rather than it being a joy for him, it became a burden and a hassle. He would come home angry one day and be withdrawn the next. He refused to discuss it with me. I suggested he quit and he blew up.  "We have two mortgages and two college tuitions! Are you nuts or just fucking stupid?" I had never felt so insulted in my life. Suddenly, I felt like I didn't know who this man was. In the past we would talk rationally; maybe with the volume turned up, but at least we would talk. There was no talking about it this time.

For several days, we were more like roommates than husband and wife. I tried several times to talk about what was going on but he would shut me down. "It is what it is. I'll deal with it. You need to as well," he would say. What the hell did that mean? I always thought we would "deal" with things together. Not this time. I was devastated. My best friend, the love of my life, my bedmate for twenty-five-plus years was a complete stranger to me.

I began to talk to Kim about things. I needed someone to talk to and Kim was there for me. We had worked together for about a year and chit chatted about miscellaneous stuff, kids stuff, and just light conversation so this was a bit more intense. She wondered out loud if he was having one of those mid-life crises' that you hear about. I had heard the term but believed it to be man-talk for an excuse to have an affair and not be held accountable for their actions. Kim explained to me that that might be the case for some men but generally not. She said, "Men are different from women." I gave her that "duh" look and she said "aside from the obvious, silly." 

"Women are centered on the care and nurturing of the family; men are centered on being the provider and protector of the family. If his ability to do that is threatened, he feels himself losing control of his life. His feelings would be similar to ones you would have if you found out your kids were flunking out, doing drugs, basically wasting their lives after all you did to raise them right. He's feeling pressures of failure and is unable to cope. He doesn't feel like he can confide in you because he, in his mind at least, has let you down, has let the family down; or is about to do so."

"That's ridiculous. I don't see him as a failure at all," I scoffed.

"He may be in a different place that you can't comprehend," she replied.

"So what do I do?" I asked.

"You let him know that you love him, have complete trust and faith in him and his abilities, that he is the best father your sons could possibly have and he is the best husband you could have ever dreamed of having. That is, if you believe that."

"Kim, I used to believe that and I used to thank God for my perfect life. But there has to be more to it. We lost that "spark" several years ago. We stopped 'making love' and started 'having sex', if you know what I mean; and even that isn't what is used to be."

Kim's face broke into a knowing, yet somewhat devious, smile. "I know exactly what you mean. Two years ago, Jim and I were right where you and Alan are now and I had a conversation very similar to this one with an old friend, Lois. She told me that Jim and I needed to reignite the passionate side of our love, that we were in the rut in which most married couples eventually find themselves and that one of three things would happen – we would continue along unhappily with one or both of us possibly having affairs, we would divorce, or we would find a way to reignite our passion for each other and learn to be happy again with each other."

"Okay, Dr. Freud, so what? Even if what you say is true, what's the answer?" I asked.

She sighed and said, "I'm not sure what would work for you, Annie. All I can do is tell you what worked for Lois and her husband Paul, and for Jim and me. Lois is someone who does a lot of reading and research on the Internet. She came across an article one day about swinging...it was full of quotes by couples who found that the swinging lifestyle brought them closer together, reignited their passion, and enhanced their sex lives with each other."

My jaw dropped and I must have had quite the expression on my face because Kim then said, "I know, that's what I thought."

I was incredulous. "You're joking, right? Making your marriage stronger by passing each other off to some stranger and watching them have sex with that stranger, jumping into an orgy and not even know where each other is, or what they are doing, or who they are doing? You are absolutely insane! I could never do that and neither could Alan. I wouldn't! He wouldn't!"

She looked at me for a moment with an all-knowing gaze and continued. "First of all, you have a total misconception about the lifestyle. It is not one big orgy. As a matter of fact, most of the participants have intercourse only with their own mates. Everyone proceeds at their own pace. You do what you are comfortable with; but you will find that in this sexually charged atmosphere, you will feel a heightened sense of sexual passion toward your own mate." 

She continued, "Jim and I are now closer and have the best sexual relationship we've ever had and it is a direct result of us becoming involved in the lifestyle. We didn't do full swap for the first six months of attending parties; and even now, sometimes we do, sometimes we don't. We started off flirting and dirty dancing, groping and kissing, hugging and squeezing, being naughty but enjoying it and knowing that our spouse was having fun too and knowing that at the end of the night, we were going home together to have the most passionate and explosive sex ever. Knock it if you want and feel free to continue on your own way. All I'm saying is that this is something that has worked for us and for countless others. It may not be for everyone, it may not be fore you; but you'll never know if you don't try."

I interrupted, "This can't be something you just try. You either do it or you don't. This is something you jump into with both feet and there's no going back. That scares the hell out of me."

She continued, "Jim and I were scared to death but Lois assured us that we did not have to do anything we weren't comfortable with and could leave at anytime and nobody would get upset. Jim actually resisted more than I did, but then he's always been a little jealous. I think he was more worried about having to watch as another man felt me up, or whatever. Personally, I couldn't wait but I couldn't tell Jim that. Once we got there and we met some people and realized how much fun they were, he opened right up. As twisted and as ironic as it sounds, entering the lifestyle is the best thing we ever did for our marriage. We've made numerous friends and are once again enjoying a full happy life. There is a party a week from tomorrow and we can't wait to go back to see our friends."

"Well...okay...that's great for you guys but I don't think that would work for us. First of all, I can't see myself doing that. God would strike me down. And even if I could, how would I even broach that subject with Alan? He would flip out, or at least think that I had."

"Annie, I'm not even going to try to address that God thing because you would accuse me of rationalizing our choices. You would have to come to terms with that on your own. If you think swinging is cheating, you are wrong. It is full disclosure, everything is out in the open, and you are together. Cheating involves deception and lying...this is openness and honesty. It's the opposite of cheating. I'm not going to continue to try to sell it to you Annie. Once again, I'm just telling you what worked wonders for Jim and me. Speaking of whom, it's time for me to get home. I miss my hubby and can't wait to greet him with a warm, passionate kiss."

As we left and went our separate ways, I kept replaying her last sentence in my mind. God, how I would love to want to do that again – greet my husband with "a warm, passionate kiss." By the time I arrived at home, I had made up my mind. That was exactly what I was going to do.

I changed out of my frumpy, department store dress and put on something a bit slinkier. I opened a bottle of wine and deliberately did not start dinner. Instead, I called one of our favorite restaurants to reserve a table for two.  I poured myself a glass of wine and sat down to await him. I contemplated all that Kim had said to me earlier and found myself feeling stronger and emboldened. It was almost 7:00 when I heard the automatic garage door opener do its thing. 

I put down my now nearly empty glass of wine and waited at the door for him. He walked in, I immediately put my arms around his neck, pulled him to me and then placed my hands on each side of his face and kissed him with emotion that I've neither felt nor shown for months, perhaps years. He was most receptive, but obviously wondering. 

"Wow," he said, "what was that for?"

"I've missed you," I whispered.

"Ummm, we've been apart for only, like, twelve hours."

"No," I said "We've been apart for years and I want us back together. C'mon, come in, loosen your tie, have a glass of wine with me and tell me about your day. I really want to hear about it."

We sat together on the sofa sipping our wine. He started telling me about his day. It was a good day because the asshole brother took off for a long weekend. Everybody in the office felt a sense of relief and one of the other brothers even commented, "Damn, it's nice not having to listen to shithead's whining." 

I could sense a difference in him this evening. Was it because he didn't have to deal with "shithead" today or was it my warm greeting when he arrived home? Don't know...don't care...just enjoy the moment, I told myself.

"Hey, what's this thing you said about us being apart for years? Do we need to talk?" he asked.

I resisted saying "Duh! Is that a rhetorical question?" And instead replied "Sweetie, let's talk over dinner. We need to get going. We have 8:00 reservations at Amici's."

"Amici's! Holy shit, what did you do? Wreck your car?"

I laughed out loud. "It's not what I did; it's what I'm going to do. Actually, it's what WE'RE going to do."

He looked at me with his head slightly cocked to one side and his eyes squinted. I knew what that meant. He was thinking, "What the hell are you cooking up?"  

After a moment, he said, "Okay, let's go."

When we arrived at the restaurant, the owner, George, greeted us. "Hey, it's the A team! Welcome back, long time no see." 

Many of our friends called us the A team because both of our names start with A. I always liked that...we were a team at one time. It had been quite a while since we had been to the restaurant. We hadn't had a reason or desire to go out together. That was going to change.

"Cocktails?" he asked as he seated us.

"No," replied Alan. "Pick out a nice Vietti Barolo for us, George." He left the menus with us and went to retrieve the wine.

I was already feeling the effects of the two glasses I drank at home so I knew that if we finished this bottle I would be feeling no pain whatsoever. Maybe it would give me the courage to share with Alan the conversation I had today with Kim. George presented the bottle and poured two glasses. 

We sipped our wine and Alan said, "So, what's going on?"

I took a deep breath. "Honey, I've been scared and worried. Worried about you, worried about us, scared of what might happen. You have to see that things are different. We don't ever have fun together anymore. We never talk anymore about what's going on in our lives. I feel shut out by you. I feel as though we are living as roommates, not husband and wife."

I expected him to belittle what I said, to act like I was wrong and that everything was fine with us, so I was pleasantly surprised when he said, "Yeah, you're right. Things are different. I'm not sure why or how but we've definitely drifted apart. You wrapped yourself up in the kids' lives for years and I felt like the odd man out so I guess I threw myself into my work. Even that is no longer a refuge for me though."

He paused and looked at me. "But why do I have a sense that there is something more that you are not telling me?" This was it, my chance to let it out. Here was the opening I needed for me to tell him about my conversation with Kim. 

Thank God for that wine because once I got started, I just let it rip. I told him about how I needed to confide in someone and talked to Kim. I told him everything that Kim said to me. I kept watching his facial expressions. They were mostly of shock and surprise, with lots of raised eyebrows. The waiter came by to take our order and Alan asked him to give us more time. I decided to stop talking and let him say something.

He kept shaking his head with a puzzled look on his face. I thought to myself "Oh shit, this is it. He is pissed and is going to go off on me."  

He calmly said, "Annie, I can't remember the last time you surprised me so much. Or shocked me so much, I should probably say. I can't believe my straight-laced, catholic schoolgirl Annie could possibly consider going to a swinger's party. Holy shit!"

I decided to backpedal a little bit. "Wait a minute. I didn't say I wanted to do this. I just told you about my conversation with Kim."

"Annie babe, it's okay. Calm down. You know what? A couple of years ago, I had a very similar conversation with Richard." (Richard is one of the brothers in the business.) "He and his wife are involved in that and he recommended it for us. I told him that there was absolutely no way that my pure-as-the-driven-snow Annie would ever think of doing that and that if I were to even broach the subject you would castrate me. So, imagine my shock right now."

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel. Embarrassed? Ashamed? Happy? Relieved?

He continued, "After Richard and I talked, I did some research too. I was surprised to learn about how many people do this. People from all walks of life, all socio-economic levels, all professions, but they have one thing in common – they love their spouses, or significant others as the case may be, but feel a need to spice up their relationship. Years together lead to boredom, which leads to unhappiness, which leads to marital strife. I read numerous quotes from people whose marriages were stale and boring that now enjoy each other more than ever. I'm just in shock that you, of all people, would even think of doing this. I wanted to bring this up to you but I was scared to. I like my balls right where they are."




An Anniversary to Remember



This story tells of a husband condoning his wife to have sex with another man, it's often referred to as cuckolding. Once again it's from a wives point of view. The theme is popular but in the end there is a moral to the story. I welcome your comments. Enjoy!

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As we were on our way to a four day romantic getaway at one of our areas five star hotels I couldn't help but smile at my loving husband. It was our twentieth wedding anniversary and we were going to the same hotel we honeymooned years earlier and in the same wedding night suite as well. What a husband! 

Twenty years of marriage, wow it seemed like yesterday that I was marrying my high school sweetheart. There was David grinning from ear to ear as he watched me coming down the isle in my virginal, yes I said virginal white lace wedding gown. If I may digress for a moment, my name is Ann Marie, I attended a Catholic girl's high school and had only two dates up until David. The fact I had even kissed only a few boys amused both my older and two younger sisters; compared to them I was the 'ugly duckling' in the family. It wasn't until my sophomore year that I even wore a bra as my small boobs, short blonde tomboyish hair and braces didn't help my cause. That summer of my junior year a 'Cinderella' moment seemed to transform me almost overnight. Off came the braces and my breasts and figure finally took some shape. Midway through that year I let my blonde hair grow out and boys seem to take notice of me. 

Enter David. We met at my church youth group one chilly March night in 1986 and fell for each other immediately. We were literally inseparable dating the remainder of high school and throughout college. He was my first true boyfriend and I loved the attention. David was a romantic and he spoiled me with flowers and cards at every opportunity. My strict Catholic upbringing gave young David some very uneasy and interesting date nights but he patiently stayed with me. Many a night I recall David's leaving me off at my doorstep and him going home with blue balls not that he didn't leave me with some wet panties as well. I felt so bad for him but actually proud that I was still a virgin on my wedding day. I had the June wedding that every girl dreams of in the summer of 1991 and that night all of David's frustrations finally ended. From day one David was a great lover and was always honest and trustworthy, he confessed long before we married he did have sex with two other girls before meeting me. The first time we made love was on our wedding night and it seemed so right. David was so gentle in entering my vagina for the first time popping my cherry. My first true orgasm with him was spectacular. My good Catholic mother lectured me on the facts of life the night before, counseling me about how a man needs more sex than a woman and all about oral sex and how most men expect and demand it. I never had the heart to tell her how much I loved sex as much as David, maybe even more so and really loved giving oral as well as receiving. 

I worked hard for two years as we struggled to put David through dental school. Over the years David has become a very successful dentist and is highly regarded in his field. I continued and have been in sales for the last twenty years and work for a regional cosmetic company. Both of us probably had numerous opportunities to stray but I haven't and as far as I know neither has David. We live in the suburbs of a large Florida metropolitan area and have twin sons, sixteen. For the last few years or so we both have gotten into our careers but still managed time for our twin sons and their activities. We seem to always have our family night outings just like I did with my family growing up. That leaves us mostly exhausted on weekends and our sexual times have seemed to be more infrequent. Don't get me wrong when we do have sex, it's still wonderful. We still have our fantasies and always seem to bring it into our lovemaking no matter how kinky or naughty. David and I have imagined quite a few shall I say erotic and sensual fantasies in our twenty years of marriage. Nothing too kinky but he seems to love to put me in exasperating and humiliating circumstances in public places. I've never minded being in what I call 'sexy embarrassing' moments after all it's only a fantasy.

Driving to the hotel I looked forward to our anniversary getaway, the drive took us only 40 minutes. We pulled in to the hotel as the valet opened the door for me. 

As I get out David's takes my arm and we walk into the hotel as the desk clerk welcomes us. "Mr. and Mrs. Anthony we have your room all prepared and ready for you."

"Thank you." David politely answers.

"Yes with all the special amenities you've requested too." the manager at the desk retorts, smiling at us.

I look inquisitively at David and he slyly looked back. As we got to the room David gave me the card key to open the door and as he did he picked me up and carried me just like he did on our honeymoon night. The attendant placed the bags by the closet door, David tipped him and the door closed behind him. I looked around the room and on the bed lay a light blue shear babydoll nightie with matching lace bikini panties. On the table were a dozen red roses with a bottle of vintage 1991 Dom Perignon, the year we were married and two fluted champagne glasses. David walked me over to the closet opening the door to find a black chemise cocktail dress. I should note that we had an argument a few weeks back about me spending too much money on my wardrobe so I took the dress back only to have David buy it back for this occasion. What a husband!

"God, I love you!" I said as a small tear ran down my cheek.

"And I love you too baby, happy anniversary. You'll need this to wear with the dress on Saturday night." He then pulled out of his pocket a string of pearls placing them around my neck.

"Unbelievable, twenty wonderful years and you still seem to surprise me, you are truly an amazing husband" Shaking my head and hugging him.

"I hope you brought some sexy lingerie to go with your outfits." David said.

"Oh you'll see when the time comes it could be very soon." As I glance at the nightie lying on the bed.

I also had some surprises in store for Doug. Friday was going to be his day and I surprised him with a golf outing with three of his golfing buddies at an exclusive country club. I set-up and paid for the whole thing figuring Friday morning would be fine and it could give me some time for a pedicure and tanning on the beach. Then that night we would take in a baseball game which he loved so much and it was back to the hotel for some private time.

That afternoon we had a late lunch and walked the beach reminiscing of our twenty years, talking about our twin boys and thinking mid life wasn't so bad after all. David asked me if I ever thought of being with another man and winking at him I said, "Why you've got someone in mind? Well, we both have had some fantasies in our lovemaking about that scenario. I have been approached at one time or another by some nice looking men, but I've never thought of cheating on you."

"I remember New Year's Eve three years ago and we were at Judy and Stan's, you flirted heavily with Stan's brother Steve all night. As I recall you gave him quite the kiss at midnight and another when we left for home." David told me.

"If you remember I did have a little too much to drink that evening and it never went any further. I confess I've been attracted to other men at times but they've been just a few silly little flirtations." I said.

"Can I ask you another question? Have ever thought about someone else inside you?" David asked.

"Like inside my head?" I teased.

"No, you know what I mean, let me be blunt, getting fucked by another man!" as he raised his voice.

I laughed and said, "Sweetheart I know we've fantasized about it but it would have to be the right circumstance. It's very erotic I have to admit but it would really have to be a perfect setting and even then I probably would never let it happen. I love only you and like I said before I would never cheat on you."

Looking at David I could visible see the erection in his pants, I was a little turned on by the thought of it too. Was it just a fantasy of ours or deep down inside did both of us really want it to happen? 

"So quit these outrageous thoughts." I squeezed David's hands we and kissed.

"Let's get up to the room and renew our vows." I winked. "I'll race you to the room!"

As we got to our room I really was horny and wanted it. He was my husband, my love, my life. That afternoon we didn't just make love we fucked like newlyweds and cuddled until sunset. We watched the sun disappear on the horizon from our balcony on the Gulf, I slipped on a crocheted see-thru cover up for a little modesty wearing only that and bikini panties, David in his cute little jockey shorts.

Around 9 PM both of us were feeling a little thirsty and hungry for some munchies, so we showered and I changed into a lace tank top going braless and shorts. David noticed how nice my nipples shown through and he only allowed me to wear these particular shorts with him because of the length, one inch inseam. I once wore them to a local mall and I got hit on so many times David forbid me to wear them unless he was present. Underneath the short-shorts were g-string panties so tiny I hardly knew they were on. David looked good in his golf shirt and shorts. We walked to this little beach bar down the road. Arriving at the bar a combo was playing, we ordered some finger food and beer and just sat back and enjoyed the music. 

As we listened to the music I had a feeling someone was watching. You know that feeling, you look around knowing eyes are on you but maybe it's all in your mind. Maybe these little shorts were a little too revealing but I loved how my legs and ass looked in them. My woman's intuition is seldom wrong and that's when I saw him. Across the deck was the most gorgeous, sexy man staring at my legs which were in full view from where he sat. He glanced up with just a wry smile winked in my direction. As he continued to stare his eyes undressed me and I felt moisture in my loins. Luckily David was watching the baseball game on TV and wasn't paying much attention. I could feel the blood rushing to my face at this mans advances! I tried to not look but my curiosity got in the way, the stranger knew I knew he was looking. Over the next hour I caught myself doing flirty things women do, twirling strands of my hair in a circle on my finger, playing with my necklace and giggled at everything that David said. I even found myself touching my upper chest as if to say wouldn't you want your hand being here. I blamed the drinks on my giggling and seemed to stutter every time I talked. We slow danced and I imagined him not David dancing with me holding my arms tightly around his neck. I excused myself and went to the ladies room when I returned the man was gone. I was relieved and disappointed all at the same time.

As we walked back to the hotel I couldn't remember any time in my life I felt this desire to be with another man. I fantasized being with him not David. I was hoping it was just the drinks. When we got back to the room I became so horny I literally ripped off David's shorts pulling him into our bed. He quickly returned my savage play and removed what little clothes I had on and we fucked two more times before collapsing into each others arms. I almost felt like I had cheated on David because the whole time I was thinking of the man at the bar. 

The next morning came quickly and David was up getting ready for his buddies to pick him up for golf downstairs. I kissed David good-bye and as he walked out of our room I opened the door just enough to let an older couple walking by see me in just a skimpy pair of thong panties and my five inch stilettos I had put on for that reason.

"Thanks for the tip sweetie pie, see you next time your in town." Winking and smiling. David blushed, shook his head and left. The older couple overheard and could only furrow their brows staring at my exposure. I loved embarrassing my husband at times too!

I closed the door and decided that it was time for a little pampering. Looking at my nails a manicure was just what this girl needed. I threw on some jeans and a top and took the elevator down to the boutique. After getting out it was now almost noon so I grabbed a quick sandwich and heading back to the room.

I went upstairs jumped into my bikini, threw on my beach cover-up took my bag with lotion and other girly things and strutted out to the beach for some sun. I usually like to tan between 11 AM and 2 PM because the sun gets so intense in Florida this time of year. I got onto a beach lounger ordered a Mai-Tai from the waiter and settled in for a relaxing afternoon. As I was dosing and feeling the alcohol from my drink I felt shade over me and slowly opened my eyes. I was still half asleep when I heard a sultry voice say to me "don't I know you?" As I looked up to my surprise the voice was from the guy at the bar the night before. I quickly jumped up trying as best as I could to compose myself saying "Don't think so" knowing full well it was the guy at the bar the night previous.

Smiling he said "sorry I startled you, but I think we glanced over at each other a few times and I'd never forget legs like those!"

"Well thank you, I'm Ann Marie and yes I do remember you now and thank you for the nice compliment." knowing full well it was his handsome features that wooed me.

"I'm Brian, nice to meet you, may I sit down, I just jogged five miles on the beach and I need a rest" he said.

"Sure please have a seat; you don't even look like you had jogged." I took off my sunglasses and looked directly into his sexy blue eyes. Wow. This guy looked good last night from a distance but up close he looked even better, over six feet tall with a nice chest and only swim trunks covering that body, wow. 

We chatting for the next 30 minutes and learned he was on vacation visiting friends in the area, was recently divorced with two grown kids and in his late forties. He noticed my diamond wedding ring and told me how all the great looking women are married. I blushed. I told him David and I were celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary this weekend and he congratulated both of us. A handsome man was flirting with me and I loved it. He confessed he would have come over last night if my husband wasn't with me but felt lucky to run into me again. I told him if he saw me again not to worry David wasn't the jealous type and it would be okay to come over. When I said it I almost wished I could take it back but still I wanted David to think I was desirable to other men. Again I felt the blood rushing to my head and other parts of my anatomy as well. My zebra print swim bottoms helped conceal an embarrassing moment, he made my pussy twitch and get hot and wet! I looked at my watch and told him I had to get up to the room knowing my husband would be home soon as we were going to the ballgame. 

I stood up and shook his hand "nice to meet you Brian."

"My Pleasure" he said and with that he walked off turning to me one last time waving.

My legs felt like mush walking through the sandy beach and as I reached the hotel I put on my flip flops and gingerly got on the elevator. I imagined why in hell Brian wasn't he in this elevator now going up to the room? As I got into our suite I immediately stripped, drew a bath and went into my overnight bag and grabbed my vibrator and masturbated with my legs straight in the air. It took all of about 30 seconds before I climaxed. I fingered my pussy, removed it and sucked on my finger then quickly got up and into the tub just minutes before David walked in leaving my vibrator on the bed in my haste. 

"Have fun this afternoon when I was gone?" David said. I nodded. At the time I didn't realize what he meant but when I got out of the tub I noticed my vibrator on the bed and buried my hands in my face.

Laughing David said "Ann I know you've masturbated a few times alone, it's okay, you must have been thinking of those hot, young studs on the beach."

If only he knew it wasn't the hot young studs; it was the hot older stud I was chatting with only an hour before. Later at the ballgame I came back down from my high and enjoyed the game. I knew David was having fun and I was upset with myself, here I was with my husband on our anniversary and two days in row I flirted with another man then masturbated thinking of him.

We returned to the hotel and were sitting at the lounge bar in an open booth that faced out to the beach. David was telling me about the golf course and how he played that morning. I know how he loves to golf and his voice told me how appreciative he was in me getting him and his buddies a tee time. Just as we ordered another drink Brian and his friends walked into the lounge bar. I tried not to be inconspicuous but Brian noticed me immediately and walked over with his friends.

"Well isn't this a coincidence, hi again Ann." Brian said.

My husband looked at me with some trepidation but being the wonderful man he is introduced himself to everyone. I crossed my legs with my hands on my lap, smiled and told David I met Brian at the beach this afternoon. David always knows when I'm nervous, I'll cross and uncross my legs frequently but I know he loves showing me off too. I was the only women at the table with five good looking men. David invited all four men to sit down which they quickly accepted. Brian ordered a round of drinks including one for David and me. As he toasted our twenty year anniversary he looked directly at me and smiled that wicked, sexy smile of his. All the men at the table couldn't believe how anyone this day and age could stay married that long. David told them it was love at first sight when we met as teenagers and our love is still as fresh today as it was then. My husband may be corny at times but that statement made me realize how much he meant to me. I gulped my half empty second drink and slowly uncrossed my legs again. Brian was directly across from me and I made sure he got a great glimpse of my trimmed bush through my shear panties before I re-crossed my legs. I don't know why I did it maybe it was the drinks but I loved it and David was in deep conversation with the other men. For the next twenty minutes I moved back and forth in the booth letting my dress ride up until it almost exposed my panty covered pussy. Brian just smiled and watched from across the table. As we finished our drink David motioned it was time to go and as I got up I watched Brian's eyes focus directly on my pussy revealing one last time my panties as I slid my dress back down to mid thigh. I accomplished what I wanted. I knew Brian was hard in his jeans and the teasing was fun. 

As we got to the room David knew what I had done to Brian.

"You're a very bad girl Ann" David quipped.

"Whatever do you mean sweetheart?" I innocently said.

David looked at me scowling. "I seen you giving Brian peeks up your dress, you loved making him squirm." Laughing he said "I bet your panties are soaked!"

I turned and tried to run into the bathroom but my hubby grabbed me and pulled my sundress off. There I stood with my hands covering my breasts slightly trembling in just my panties. I've never seen David like this. He grabbed my ass with one hand and my pussy with the other feeling the damp spot I had created between my legs. 

"Now young lady your going to get what your deserve, a good spanking this will teach you not to flirt with strangers in front of your husband!" With a rye smile he took me over his knee pulled my panties down to my knees and began to slap my ass. 

I got twenty slaps, one for each year of our marriage, each slap harder than the first. As I turned over to look at my reddened ass, I rubbed it and gave him my best pout just like a little girl would do if she didn't like what had happened. 




An Anniversary to Remember



Still stinging from the spanking he turned me over and sat me up on his lap, "Now I'm going to give you a good licking!" 

And with that he threw me down on the bed and started to furiously eat me out, licking my clit up and down and sucking on it harder and harder until I finally climaxed with a loud moan. He then placed my ass on the pillow and ordered me to sit and watch. He got up and removed his clothes walked over to me and said "Now suck this cock bitch!" I obeyed. 

Who was this man I married? I wanted his cock so bad and continued to suck it until it got so big I gagged. I was told to turn around and as I did he guided his cock into my love channel. David thrust his cock inside me doggie style deeper than I ever experienced with him. He pumped me full of his love juices until I couldn't take any more. I was leaking his cum out all over our bed, my knees weakened; finally his flaccid cock fell from my well used cunt. I collapsed still shaking from my orgasm as he rolled me over.

"That was for showing another man your panties right in front of me!" He shouted. 

I didn't know if he was angry, jealous or turned on but it was the best sex we've had in quite a while. Never in all the years of our marriage was I as turned on like that. I fell asleep in his arms and when I awoke breakfast was waiting for us.

"How romantic, breakfast in bed, did you do this?" I said.

"No, your boyfriend set this up probably late last night here's the card he sent."

To: Ann and David, Happy Anniversary. From: Brian.

"Well that was very nice of him, so sweet." I looked at David and smiled.

"Jealous?"

"No but I want to ask you something and I want you to really think about what I'm suggesting" David stated.

"First thank you for last night dear the sex was great. Second, I confess I did get turned on watching you flirt with Brian. Lastly I'm not the jealous type but I did get a little twinge last night thinking about you in his arms." David said.

"No I should be thanking you that had to be the most incredible sex you've ever given me. I should play with a man's mind more often when you're around." I softly said.

"I don't think it was his mind you were playing with Ann. You saw how I reacted when I got you back in our room. It was a combination of lust, anger, confusion and jealousy. Ann you got a very handsome eligible man hot last night and it made me want you even more." 

Then David sat back in the chair he took a deep breath and said "So here's my question, I'll be blunt do you want to fuck Brian? Be honest with me Ann, deep down I think you do." 

"I must admit I do find him a real hunk. I have to be honest he was at the beach bar on Thursday night and I caught him checking me out. You were watching the ball game and I thought why not flirt back. It was like me and Steve at New Year's, you know harmless. I never dreamed I would see him again. Then when I ran into him at the beach today, well I checked him out. He's in very good shape he's very firm, very muscular and those abs. Yes David I admit I was taken by him. But sex with Brian, oh my goodness, no. I am married to you darling, I would never dream of cheating on you, we're a couple."

David gave me a look that indicated he doubted my last remark.

"Yes it was obvious there was some chemistry there. Besides I think you've been more interested that you even realize. I saw how you looked into his eyes putting your hand on his arm at times as you talked. The smile on your face, your eyes told me so. I watched your flirtation play out. You thought I wasn't aware. Maybe Ann I figure that it's better to let you have it now, just this one time then to have you continually denying yourself until there are other guys and it becomes too big a temptation. Then it could get out of hand and screw up our marriage altogether. I would release you just this one time from our marriage vows, for just one night so you could experience another man for one hot encounter."

"No David absolutely not I won't be a party to this nonsense!" I scolded.

"This is your one chance Ann, think about it. One night of total freedom no strings." He sternly said.

I didn't know what to say, my mind said no but my vagina twitched yes. Here it was our anniversary and my husband was letting me stray.

"Let me think about this and I'll let you know? What if you changed your mind after I did it, that's if I did it and I still don't know if I want to? What if you changed your mind, and hated me for it? " 

"Ann I could never hate you, you're the love of my life. I would only let this thing happen because I love you, and I trust you to go on loving me. I am just offering you a bonus, a chance to try the forbidden fruit to taste what you've never tasted before. So let me know."

As I finished my breakfast I told David I wanted to take a walk to clear my mind. My thoughts were swimming with emotion and trepidation. I walked the beach for nearly an hour. When I got back to our room David wasn't there. I took that time to take a quick shower and put on my blue shear babydoll nightie still out from the night before. As I slipped it over my head I could feel the shear material slide across my erect nipples. I put on my five inch stilettos and the matching blue lace panties to await my husband's return. 

When David walked into the room I immediately saw a smile emerged from his face. I walked over sat on his lap fumbling briefly with the draw string on his shorts. I pushed his covering down, exposing his limp cock and grasping it, quickly stroking it to life. When it had become half-erect, I slid my body forward and lowered my mound rubbing it. David removed my panties and my vulva was already open and wet. I slid it up and down his shaft and it quickly responded to full erection. 

I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I thought you might like to fuck me one last time before Brian puts his thing in there."

That was enough for my husband and my wetness told me how ready I was. David reached down and adjusted the position of his cock, pushing the head into my vaginal opening. I don't know if it was his pushing upward or my pushing down, but his cock slid easily into my wet passage. Our sex was mind-blowing, it was frantic and hard-driving I came twice before David unleashed a hot blast of his cum into my waiting body. Then I collapsed against David as his cock pumped out the remains of his creamy cum.

"I still think it's weird, but I am so excited about the prospect of having Brian, I will agree. Thank you so much you are so observant I mean to know how I felt about him. And don't worry, I promise you, it's just this once, I'll be satisfied with that." I confirmed.

I still didn't know how all if this was to take place. The plan was for us to go down for dinner and then David would leave me there alone. When Brian arrived I would say David had to leave suddenly because of an emergency at his dental office. Of course this was just a ploy and David would just go to the hotel's other bar. The next step was to get him into the room. David assured me that Brian would be eager. I wasn't as sure but was willing to try. With all that in place I prepped for my intimate evening. 

That night getting myself ready was a very emotional and gut wrenching experience for my loving husband. I was on the other hand totally excited as I bathed. David watched my every move as I shaved my legs and trimmed my public hair. The hair on my pussy is soft and very sparse and because I'm very blonde my pussy lips are clearly in view. I perfumed my body with body powder. I wanted to look perfect so I took more time in putting on my make-up and brushed out my hair, pulling it over my right ear letting the back and left side down below my shoulders in a flip. David paced behind me and I realized how pain full and emotional it probably was for him. I dressed slowly stepping into my shear black bikini panties and clasped my half cup strapless bra to my chest letting my breasts and nipples overflow. To David's surprise I shunned pantyhose and pulled out my shear black stockings and a black lace garter belt attaching it over my hips. I bent over at the waist hooking the garter tabs to the dark welt on my stocking tops and adjusting the straps when noticing David attentively watching my every move. I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror to make sure the garters had the proper tension. From the front my skimpy triangular shaped panties framed my pussy perfectly and the high cut back made my ass look terrific. The stiletto heels made my calves and thighs shapely. I turned and saw my husband's cock tenting in his pants.

"Looks like you like the view dear, in a short while this is going to be his," pointing down at my pussy. I put on my dress and zipped up the side. The plunging neckline showed off my cleavage and was just right while the bra I had on gave my breasts the uplift I wanted. I had on my diamond earrings that David bought me last anniversary along with a little diamond pierced to my belly button. I removed my wedding band, cupped it in David's hand replacing it with a faux cocktail ring. 

"What are you doing Ann?" a surprised David asked looking down at the ring I wore proudly for twenty years.

"Well dear remember I'm not a married woman tonight, I'm a single lady."

The look on David's face told it all, he now realized there was no going back; I was to meet my lover soon. I felt as though I was really single again and I guess I was, well at least for the next couple hours. As a final touch David placed the pearls he gave me around my neck. 

"So, how does this girl look?" slightly bowing.

"Very hot, a sexy blonde in a black dress what a combo!" my husband exclaimed.

"Thank you sweetie, at least you'll get to enjoy me at dinner."

As we entered the dining room I felt a few eyes on me. I felt great strutting to our table. David loved the attention I received. We sat down and the champagne we had up in our room was now at our table being opened. We toasted to our twenty wonderful years as I playfully took off one shoe and rubbed it up and down my husband's leg. Dinner was great and the company was even better. I know I loved David but I couldn't help to anticipate what was to transpire. David was nervous and I could tell by his squirming, he knew it was time. He got up took a deep breath, kissed me one last time and left. I told him I loved him. 

His destination was the bar on the second floor. He was to stay there until I called via his cell phone. I could only imagine the thoughts in his mind for the next few hours.

As I walked the short distance from the restaurant to the lounge alone in my own thoughts I wondered if I made the right decision. I sat down and Brian appeared, oh my god did I make the right decision! Brian looked great he had on an off white sports jacket open collared blue shirt, beige pants and alligator shoes. I could smell his cologne as he greeted me with a smile as he cupped my hand with both of his.

"Where is David?" He asked.

"He had a dental emergency, he's gone for at least two maybe even three hours." I shrugged. I could almost hear Brian's pulse rate quicken and even detected a sly smile.

"Ann you look fantastic, may I sit and have a drink with you?" Brian asked, god, that smile was melting me.

"Please do, your now my date for this evening." I smugly smiled as Brian pulled up a chair next to me. David was right this is going to be easy; he took the bait hook, line and sinker. I took total control of the moment easing my dress up making sure Brian saw my gartered legs as I crossed them. I was feeling just in the right mood to get seduced now. I finished my champagne by downing the last few drops. I had to say it now or I was going to chicken out.

"Ann is David going to be gone long?" Brian gently asked.

"Brian just forget David for a moment, I think this was meant to be, I have thought about you for the last two days and I want you to make love to me...NOW, while we have this chance!" There I said it! I could see the lust in Brian's eyes, they were so blue and sexy I was almost mesmerized by them. I sensuously looked over at Brian, put my elbow on the table with my chin resting on the back of my hand and licked my lips.

"Well? Is it a yes or no?" I sensuously smiled. 

"Yes Ann, it's a definite YES, I've wanted you since that night I saw those incredible legs."

"Well too many people here know David and I so the best way to go about this is meet me in my room in 10 minutes, tenth floor, Room 1024. I'll leave now and see you in ten." I got up walked away, turned and smiled as I disappeared into the elevator. 

Entering the room I unzipped and removed my dress, bra and panties and freshened up. I dabbed one drop of perfume just above my now bare pussy. The night maid had been in and turned down the covers on the bed, making it more inviting. Everything was now just right I patiently awaited my lover to come take me.

What seemed like forever finally there was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened it as Brian took in my half nakedness.

"WOW, you certainly dress for the occasion!" He said shaking his head in amazement.

"I couldn't find a thing to wear Brian, so I didn't bother, I hope this is okay?" I sensuously smiled. 

As I drank in his six foot-two frame he started to undress. I helped him remove his jacket hanging it up as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He stood there in just his silk boxer shorts, both of us now naked from the waist up. I stood in front of him in my black lacey underwear and smiled moving quickly into his awaiting arms. I lunged forward and his cock rubbed into my pussy. I took my hands and with my thumbs pulled down his shorts. His cock was understandably standing at attention, but what surprised me was that in this department, the overall big nature of the guy was not matched. His was no bigger than David. I admit I was a little disappointed. Still I wanted to continue my seduction. 

Our first kiss ended breathlessly. "How about we get into bed?" I suggested, leading the way.

"You want my stockings on or off?" I asked.

"Keep them on and keep those shoes on as well. You are so beautiful Ann." He said.

Brian followed me onto the bed as we lay down. Once in bed I immediately spread my thighs, opening up his view of my pubic mound. Now Brian slid his body alongside mine, lying on his side, facing me as I lay on my back.

We resumed kissing as his hand came down and touched my inner thighs halfway up. I looked to spread them even further apart, inviting his more intimate touch wherever he wanted to make it. He slid his fingers softly up over my tender skin, then tracing along the gap of my outer lips. I felt moisture, I was wet with desire.

His fingers went high touching my clit. Then I felt those same two fingers come back down along my pussy lips and he felt around down there before the two fingers slipped inside my body and verbally I expressed my reaction with a "Oh my god Brian, take me!"

"You know I was determined to have you," he said, his fingers now really working my pubis, darting between my clitoris and vagina. My breathing was loud as my body writhed around on the bed.

"Yes Brian and I too wanted you now kiss me." I breathlessly said.

Each kiss became more passionate our hands exploring every inch of each other's body. He touched my breasts and gently kneaded my tits then mounted me. I took his cock and traced it over my clit and placed it on my opening. Brian pushed forward and as my body met his I could feel his cock enter my awaiting pussy. I felt the head sucked inside my vagina. I felt it slid farther inside my wet, juicy love hole. My vagina walls tightened as I want more of him. I was almost there. I know when my body is ready to erupt. 

"I'm coming," suddenly and seconds later I did. Brian was sucking and kissing on my breasts and that did seem to prolong my orgasm somewhat. When I finally settled down I looked up and kissed Brian and wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn't feel Brian cum but his flaccid cock told me otherwise.

As the sound of heavy breathing died away, I questioned Brian. "Is that it?" not what a man wants to hear when he has just spilled his cum into a woman.

"I'm sorry, that's all I've got, and I'm not some super stud." Brian sarcastically said.

"Well you came, didn't you?" he responded in an agitated way.

"Yes ... yes I did," I agreed, "Don't get me wrong, it was good, but you're such a hunky guy, I thought it might have been really something. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound critical. It was good but I guess I just built up an unreal expectation of what would happen."

I was disappointed in not only his size but technique, obviously Brian's looks made him more tantalizing to other women than his bedroom style. He moved from between my now puffy outer lips and got up from the bed. On my 1 to 10 bedroom scale I'd rate Brian a four at best.

As he dressed I put on my robe, I kissed him on the cheek and Brian walked out the door as well as my life. I quickly got on my cell and called David.

"Darling, I want you more than anything in this world, come be with your loving spouse." I told David.

It took all of two minutes for David to get up to our room and when he arrived he found me completely naked on our bed. He walked across and sat down on the bed alongside me and gently kissed my lips.

"So, was it everything you wanted it to be?" he asked.

"Let's just say it was an experience, you allowed me my freedom for one night which I needed, let's leave it at that." Then I started to cry. I couldn't help myself I guess all my emotions finally came to be. Here was my husband wondering only about my feelings.

"Actually Ann thinking of you with another man, your breasts and pussy being touched and caressed, him and you getting aroused. It may sound weird but I never felt closer to you at that very moment." Now I was really sobbing and I clutched my husband never wanted to let go.

"How were you so turned on by that? I thought you would have been put off by knowing your wife was being taken by another man." I said.

"I probably should be, but honey, believe me, it was so exciting thinking of you being fucked. You are a truly remarkable woman I know that your love for me is greater now that it ever has been." he confided.

"Well, I will never truly understand you men and your minds. I love you so much, you're and amazing husband." I said.

"Believe me, there are heaps of men with the same fantasy, you just made mine come true. Think of how we can play this one out." he laughed.

That night I think we got closer as husband and wife not because we made love twice but because we understood what love it all about; it's knowing what to do and how to cope and trust your feelings. 

He did admit he took a gamble letting me be with Brian. But life is a gamble at times and our gamble paid dividends for the future. I know this isn't for all couples but for us it was. Most men will think I got the better of our adventure and that's okay, it's the end result that counts. I was lucky to find out that night that David was my most precious commodity. 

Ladies if your husband ever asks you to step out of your marriage for just one night consideration this thought... You probably don't realize how good you have it with him.

As we checked out of the hotel the desk clerk asked us if we had a nice time, smiling we said it was everything we expected and then some. If they only knew! What a husband!



An Anniversary to Remember



Opening the bathroom door I stepped out into my bedroom and, immediately turning slightly to the side, pushed my hip up, my chest out and whispered seductively;

"Hey big brother you like what you see?"

I was wearing a denim mini skirt that was so short that, in addition to showing off the full length of my long well shaped deeply tanned legs, just angling my hip up all but showed the curve of my well rounded ass cheek. Not only that but if I were to bend over completely, I would be giving anyone behind me one hell of a show, as all that was underneath, was the lacy blue thong that I had bought last week just for tonight, that left my ass cheeks bare. Of course, those legs may only be noticed, if my brother happened to start at the bottom because I am sure that as soon as he got a look at my small but very perky tits pushing their way out of the flimsy white tank top he would lose all desire to look anywhere else. Well that's what I was hoping anyways. Right now however, the only audience I had was the mirror over my bureau that I was posing in front of. With a sigh I bent over, putting my hands on my thighs, and squeezing my arms together, forced my titties out further and while pushing my full soft lips into a pout I whispered;

"Oh please big brother? Oh you know you want to!"

Laughing nervously I stopped posing and walking over to the bureau sat down and, after checking to make sure that my long raven black hair was still holding the curl I put into it after the shower, I picked up my eye shadow and began lightly applying it. Well trying to that is, as twice I had to stop and give myself a minute for my hands to stop shaking, I was so nervous. Tonight was the night. After thinking about it, dreaming about it, and of course masturbating to it for months now I was finally going to do it. Tonight was the night I was going to give myself away and have sex for the first time. I suppose every girl was nervous their first time but in my defense I think I might be just a little bit more so because of the fact that the man I was going to give myself to was my brother Paul.

I shook my head realizing how bad that sounded, as if I were in a Jerry Springer episode but, fact of the matter was that ever since I was 14, mom had been telling me that my first one should be someone special, someone I truly loved and who did I love more than my brother Paul? The answer of course was no one. Being fraternal twins born only hours apart Paul and I shared that exceptional closeness that most twins did. That extreme sense of "oneness" where at times one of us would be thinking exactly what the other was and, even when there were times that we weren't together, we could somehow "feel" if the other was okay or not. There was no bigger example of that then the day six years ago to this very date that I had almost drowned.

Paul and I were twelve and were at summer camp. The two of us had been swimming with some other kids but we, like many twins, tended to want to keep to ourselves and many times preferred our own company to that of others. It was this behavior that had prompted mom and dad to send us to camp in the first place; so that we would socialize with other kids our age. Honestly had they really been thinking, they would have sent us to separate camps because where one of us was the other was always soon to appear.  

Well Paul and I had decided that we'd had enough socializing and wandered off into the woods on our own. We found a nice little deserted patch of rocks along the river bank and, after swimming for awhile, laid out on the rocks to catch some sun. After a while we put our clothes back on over our bathing suits and Paul, thinking it would be fun to try to build a fire, went into the woods to find some sticks that he thought would work. The last thing he had said before he wandered off was to stay out of the water because there was no one else around. 

After he had left I went and sat by the water, sticking just my toes in ,and playing with the new bracelet mom had given me for my birthday last month. I must not have put the clasp on right as, while I was spinning it around my wrist, it fell off. I went to catch it before it landed in the mud but accidently slapped it further into the water. Afraid of losing it, I immediately ran into the water and, moving too quickly, stepped on a rock and slipping fell under the water where I smashed my head on another rock. I cried out in pain and, sucking in a mouthful of water, began choking and panicking. I could feel the current pulling me away and was already gagging. I tried to suck my breath in and inhaled more water. I was scared and could already feel my head pounding and my lungs burning. I tried to get out of the water but my feet wouldn't touch bottom. I was getting dizzy and my arms and legs were beginning to feel heavy and useless. At that moment I knew I was going to die and my last thought just before I blacked out was of my brother Paul and how he would be alone. 

The next thing I knew, I was on the bank on my back, and Paul's mouth was over mine and he was blowing down my throat. I started coughing and choking and Paul immediately rolled me over and, pulling me up on my knees, began pounding hard on my back with his hand. I coughed up a ton of water and after a few minutes of gasping for breath in between coughing I was okay.

I sat there crying with my brother holding me, stroking my wet hair, and telling me it would be okay. After awhile I regained my senses a bit and said how lucky I was that he had come back in time. Paul had looked at me and said he wasn't done but, suddenly his chest felt tight and he became really nervous, he didn't know why, but he thought of me. Paul said he all but ran back and that's when he saw me floating face down in the water. I have to say to this day when I think about it I am always amazed at how calm Paul was; being able, at the age of twelve, to not only get me out of the water but administer CPR. Most adults couldn't have reacted as well; then again Paul had always been the much more mature and serious of the two of us.

Paul and I decided not to tell mom and dad because, besides being shaken up, I was okay and we didn't want to get them upset. We also did enjoy the camp and didn't want them not to send us again. That had happened on July 9th and every year since then I would always show my appreciation for my brother's heroics with a gift. Paul would always say I didn't have to give him anything but I also knew that he enjoyed it and, whether he would admit it or not, did look for something from me. I knew it wasn't about the gift itself which usually wasn't anything really special, last year it was speakers for his car stereo, but the tradition of it, and the fact that it was our special day.

Well today was the ninth and usually I gave Paul his gift first thing in the morning. It was now approaching eight at night and, although he hadn't said anything over dinner, I knew Paul was expecting something. I of course said nothing, not even the "Happy anniversary big brother" I would whisper in his ear that was always accompanied with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. No, so far today had been just another day. Paul had left for work early and I had done a 12-6 at the restaurant I waitressed at. We had gotten home about the same time, ate supper after which, I had told him I was going to shower and, seeing neither of us had plans, why not order some movies on demand? I could make some popcorn and we could chill on the couch. Paul had shrugged and said okay and I couldn't help but smile to myself at the look of disappointment on his face that I hadn't acknowledged the day.

Well hopefully disappointment wouldn't be the look on his face an hour or so from now because I certainly had not forgotten about our special day and this year this girl was going to give her wonderful brother the best gift ever; me, all of me, my body, as well as my heart.

I'm not really sure exactly when I had started seeing Paul as more than my brother as we had always been so close to begin with. I think the first real glimpse I'd had of it was a weird feeling of jealousy when Paul had started dating a girl named Shelia a couple of years ago. I didn't know why it bothered me but it did. I just remember thinking that she would never understand him or treat him as well as I could. Even as those thoughts would pass through my mind I wondered what the hell they meant, after all, I was his sister not his girlfriend. Paul and I told each other everything and a few months after he had started seeing Sheila he told me that they had had sex for the first time at her house and I once again felt that crazy feeling of jealousy. I had gone to bed that night with the image of my brother's well muscled body on top of Sheila, pumping her slowly, his mouth fastened to her tits, while she moaned and told him she loved him. I had ended up in tears that night and couldn't understand why.

I had been way too happy when, a few months after that, they had broken up. That was a year ago and since then Paul had gone out with, and also slept with, a cheerleader named Cindy. That had lasted only a couple of months and as far as I know Paul hadn't even had a date since then. I found myself strangely excited that he hadn't been with anyone since and, as my feelings for him grew stronger and stronger, I felt myself getting more nervous every time he mentioned a girl or I saw one flirting with him. What had really given me some hope that I might have a shot is that when I had asked Paul what had happened with Cindy he had shrugged and said that it had been the same as Shelia. Paul said he just didn't feel comfortable, as if it wasn't really right, he said he figured it meant that the right one was out there somewhere he just hadn't met her yet.

On my end it seemed as if I had felt that way right from the start, as far back as my first date at age fifteen I always compared every boy to my brother. Not just looks, although my brother was a great looking guy, hell he looked like me so how could he not be, but how sweet and caring he was. My brother played high school football and was pretty good, but unlike most of the arrogant jocks Paul was sweet, down to earth, and pretty shy. My mother worried about him and always said that my brother was the type of guy that nice girls should get but the bad girls ended up with. When I had asked what she meant Mom said that Paul was the kind of sweet heart who could end up being taken advantage of and she hoped he found a girl that would appreciate him.

Well I knew one girl who would love to appreciate him and in every way! Not that I was even really sure what every way meant just yet but I was certainly willing to do anything my brother would ask of me. Obviously, unlike Paul, I had yet to have sex. Not that I didn't get offers. At 5'9" and 125lbs my body was long and tight with a nice firm ass and beautiful legs built up from years of dance classes. My tits weren't the biggest, but fit well on the rest of my slender form. I had long black hair, smooth even features, and my hazel eyes always got compliments on the way they changed colors in the light. I also had a pair of very soft full lips, the kind that were made to pout, and kiss and:

"Suck cock" I whispered then giggled. 

The giggle was that of a little girl, and even though tonight I was going to become a woman, I still knew that Paul could never resist it, so little girl cute it was. Well as cute as I could be with my ass all but hanging out anyway. Of course going back to what I had just whispered, it's not like I had ever sucked on one, but I had watched a lot of dirty movies on the internet, and it looked easy and kind of fun. To date the farthest I had gone was a few months ago with Tom, the last guy I had tried to date before giving in completely, and admitting to myself I wanted my brother. We had gone out to a movie with another couple and Tom had smuggled a bottle of southern comfort out of his house. We had poured it into a soda cup in the theater and passed it around all through the movie.

We were all light weights and by the time we had left the theater we all had a buzz. The other girl's parents were away for the weekend and we went back to her house. I am sure if I hadn't had been drinking I wouldn't have gone home, but I had known Tom for awhile, and he was a decent guy so I went along. As soon as we got there the other couple vanished into her bedroom leaving me and Tom on the couch. Tom slid up close to me and, putting his arms around me, we started kissing. I didn't mind, I enjoyed kissing, plus Tom was pretty hot and the booze had me feeling damn good so after a few minutes we were going at it pretty hot and heavy.

I was wearing a black mini skirt and, as we kissed, Tom's hand that had started at my knee, had made it up so far up my thigh that I could feel the edge of his hand rubbing against the thin material of my panties. I had begun breathing heavier and had removed my lips from Tom's; as I did his lips found my neck and began sucking on it. His other hand had found my nipple through the thin material of my shirt and lace bra and he was squeezing it lightly. I heard a high pitched whimpering and realized it was coming from me as Tom's fingers slid into the crotch of my panties and rubbed along my wet pussy. I moaned again feeling my hips thrust against his hand as if they had a mind of their own, and then gasped, as his finger slid inside of my very wet pussy. I winced as it hurt a little but a minute later his thumb found my clit and I started moaning and moving my hips into his finger.

At the same time that my hips seemed to be moving without my permission, my hand dropped to Tom's lap, and I felt his hard cock through his jeans. He moaned and bringing my other hand down I unzipped them and reaching in began to rub his cock. Tom began to make a whimpering sound much like mine as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started stroking it. Tom was moaning and moving his hips into my hand the same way I was into his finger. I felt a tightness in my stomach and as Tom pushed his finger in even deeper I let my head roll back and released an embarrassingly loud moan as I came for the first time from someone else's fingers.

As soon as I had finished moaning, Tom had gently pushed me back into the corner of the couch and standing pushed his jeans and underwear down. He then got on his knees between my legs and reaching up, grabbed my panties, and after sliding them off, knelt down between my legs. Tom began to slowly lower himself, and as he did, I reached down grabbing his hard cock again and started stroking it. Tom groaned and I could feel him trembling as he was getting closer to pushing his cock down between my legs. I had every intention of letting him at that point; my heart was pounding and I was flush from both the orgasm and the alcohol. I found myself sliding further down onto the couch and opening my legs a little more. Tom didn't have anything on, but mom had put me on the pill a couple of years ago, so I had nothing to worry about, all I had to do was lie back, and close my eyes and....

I was suddenly confronted with a vision of my brother Paul. Not just any vision, but one of him in Tom's place, leaning over me his, muscular arms alongside my body, he was naked and lowering himself down on top of me. Paul was looking me in the eye with those beautiful hazel eyes that were identical to my own. His face was bending to meet mine, his lips parting, and as he closed in he whispered;

"I love you Dawn."

My eyes popped open and I put my hand on Tom's chest. Tom looked down at me and gave me a little smile and said;

"Come on Dawn I ... I love you." 

We had been going together a few months and, a minute ago I might have believed him, or it might have meant something but, after hearing my brother say it, even in my mind, it just didn't seem right. I kept my hand on Tom's chest and whispered;

"I can't."

Tom started to say something but then moaned as I had never let go of his cock and now started rapidly pumping it with my fist. Tom groaned again and I feeling his cock twitch in my hand I felt something hot and sticky spraying my thigh. I kept pumping and Tom had kept cumming until, with a little whimper, he rolled over onto his side panting. I quickly sat up and after using my panties to wipe the cum off my thigh and then balling them up and shoving them in my purse told him I wanted to go home. We didn't really say anything on the way and a couple of weeks later I broke up with him. I felt bad; Tom was a nice guy but as Paul had said it just didn't seem right. However that night had erased any doubt for me who would be right.

That had been back in March and now that I had come to terms with my feelings I had spent the last few months trying to figure out how to make it happen. My parents were almost always home and it's not like I had an excuse to try to get a hotel room and get Paul in there with me. I certainly didn't want my first time, and our first time together, to be in car somewhere so I just waited and hoped something would come up before some cute girl made a move on him. That something had come up last month, when over dinner, mom and dad announced that they were going away on a second honeymoon on July third and wouldn't be back until Monday the twelfth.

As soon as they had said it my heart began to pound and I was struck by the thought that that was week of our anniversary! On that note, I wanted to smack myself, for not thinking of that before. How absolutely perfect it would be for me to profess my love for my brother on that very special day. During the next month I had tried to figure out the best way to go about seducing my brother and was pretty much coming up dry. Between the fact I didn't have a lot to go by and, that I still sometimes caught myself thinking about how wrong it sounded, I was at a loss for what to do. The one saving grace I had was that the ninth was Friday so I had all week to figure it out. Of course there was a part of me that didn't want to wait that long, figuring if I could get Paul to want me, we would have all week long to play, but in the end the thought of giving Paul the best gift ever was just too much to resist.

As I had lied in bed that night, my fingers still wet from masturbating yet again to the thought of my brother fucking me, I was struck by the thought that waiting until the end of the week could be a good thing. Rather than just taking Paul completely by surprise I could use the week to try to set the tone, get him thinking more and more about me. As it was there was quite a few times lately that I had sworn Paul was looking at me. Usually I chalked that up to wishful thinking but there were a couple of occasions where Paul and I had been talking when I had thought he was checking me out and, as I thought about it while staring at him, I swear I could "feel" him thinking the same thing. That had given me more confidence that this could work because usually, when I had that feeling that we were thinking the same thing, it was almost always right. Those moments, coupled with the fact it had been quite awhile since Paul had shown any interest in another girl, had my hopes up and I spent the next few days planning some things to make the week "interesting"

Monday had pretty much been a lost day; Paul had to work all day and I had an early afternoon to close shift so we didn't see each other at all. Tuesday however had been a different story. I had the day off and an hour before Paul got home from his landscaping job I took a shower and put on just a pair of panties and a night shirt. When Paul had come home he had been completely exhausted and had hopped in right into the shower. I was waiting in the parlor when he came out wearing just a pair of shorts and I swear I could feel my pussy begin to drip. My brother looked amazing; of course being my twin Paul had same thick black hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and smooth features as me. Four years of football had built my brother's once scrawny build into over two hundred pounds of solid muscle spread out over his six foot one frame, and the landscaping had given him a hell of a tan.




An Anniversary to Remember



Taking advantage of Paul saying how sore he was from pushing the lawnmower all day, I had him lie on his stomach on the couch and began to rub his back and shoulders. Paul didn't complain and let out a contented sigh as I sat on the edge of the couch and massaged him. I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute at the feel of his bulging muscles under his warm skin. Deciding to make things more interesting I stood up and swung my leg over him so that I was straddling his waist as I continued to rub him down. I deliberately slid up high enough so that my crotch was resting over the waistband of his shorts and I was sure he could feel not just the heat, but by this time, maybe even the moistness of my pussy through the thin panties.

Paul didn't say anything, but I could feel him tense up beneath me. When I finished and got off of him, Paul had looked nervous and when he sat up I noticed he seemed to be keeping his hands in his lap. It was everything I could do, looking at him in his skimpy shorts, not to try then and there, but I had told myself Friday would be the night, and I was going to stick to it. Besides, the more I could get Paul thinking about us, the better my chances were of getting what I wanted.

The next day I reversed the situation. I had gotten home after Paul to find him sitting on the couch watching television. I was still wearing the white blouse and extremely short black skirt from work and sitting next to him, kicked off my heels and, swinging my long legs up onto the couch; put my black stocking feet in his lap. Paul had looked at me as if saying 'you're kidding' but when I pouted and said;

"Oh please big brother?"

Paul had given me that shy little smile that I so loved on him and had started rubbing my feet. Not only could Paul never resist my pouting but he also loved when I called him big brother, so what if it was only by a few hours it still made him older. Paul had rubbed my feet quickly at first, but after a few minutes, I noticed he started to slow down, and rather than rubbing hard, his fingers were lightly caressing the tops and bottoms of my feet. At one point his hands had gone past my feet and started kneading my calves. 

By this time my heart was pounding and my pussy was once again wet as I watched his strong hands work my legs. I let out a long sigh, which was dangerously close to a moan, and Paul turned his head to look at me. I met his gaze and gave him a sly little smile. Paul returned the smile a bit nervously then stopped rubbing my legs and said he had to get up to go to the bathroom. I started to lift my feet then, unable to resist, dropped my right foot back into his lap and swore in the second before he grabbed my ankle and moved my foot that my brother was hard.

As good as that had been last night was by far the best. I had been talking to Paul in the morning and told him that since neither of us had been out on a date in awhile, and we were getting tired of burgers ,which is all either of us could really cook, why not have some fun and go out to a nice place maybe even dress up? Paul had rolled his eyes and said he didn't need a pity date with his sister and I had replied that maybe I just wanted to spend a night with a great looking guy. Paul had laughed and although I had detected a hint of nervousness in it he had agreed to go out with me. Knowing it was his favorite color I wore a sexy blue dress that was not only short but pretty low cut as well. I had even worn make up which I usually never do ,and not only did Paul tell me several times over dinner how pretty I looked, but I definitely caught him looking down my dress a couple of times.

The place had a band and when they started playing I asked Paul to dance with me. He looked around and said that it would look a little funny. I laughed and said we were brother and sister it's not like it meant anything. Course I had said that to get him out there because to me that dance meant everything. It was a ballad and as we danced I rested my head on his broad shoulder and sighed contentedly. Paul smelled great and felt even better as our bodies swayed together in perfect harmony. Right there on the dance floor I could feel myself begin to get worked up again thinking about how well we would soon be moving together naked. As the song came to a close I looked up into Paul's face and smiling at him leaned up and gave him a kiss. Knowing there were people around it was on the cheek but I had deliberately made it seem as if it were going to be his lips only turning my head at the very last second. To my delight Paul hadn't moved at all as my lips all but grazed his. 

When we had gotten home and I'd gone into my bedroom I had closed my eyes and slowly slipped my dress off my shoulders envisioning Paul standing behind me doing it. As I let my dress drop to the floor I imagined his arms encircling my waist and his lips gently kissing the soft skin of my neck. I was so wound up I'd had to play with myself twice just to be able to go to sleep. I woke up this morning with butterflies in my stomach and the day had dragged like no other that I could remember. We had both worked and Paul had brought home Chinese food. After we had eaten I had told him I was going to go shower and would be down in a little while and we would have a movie night like we used to when we were kids. 

Well tonight certainly wouldn't be like when we were kids I thought as I applied my favorite shade of red lipstick. As I put the tube down I blew a kiss at the mirror to check out how my lips looked and wondered if Paul would think something wasn't right because I was wearing makeup. Well honestly I would think the mini skirt and braless tits would probably catch his attention a little more than my eye shadow. Putting my lipstick away I felt my heart begin to beat faster as I pictured going downstairs and, after sitting next to Paul on the couch, trying to get him interested, maybe even make him want to make the first move. If not then I would have to seduce him. I had no experience with that but in the end Paul had always said he couldn't resist my pout. Well we'll see what he thought about that pout when it was wrapped around his;

"Cock." I said then looking in the mirror added; "My brothers cock."

Oh how wrong and right that sounded all at once! I took a deep breath and stood up; it was time.

I left my room and, walking down the corridor slowly, started down the stairs. The staircase led directly into the living room and turned part way down. Quietly making my way down the first few steps I peeked around the corner to see Paul sitting on the couch wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and idly flipping through the channels while he waited for me. The second floor landing was just over the bend making it so that when someone was coming down the stairs you would see them from the waist down only for the first couple of steps which was going to work out perfectly for me.

In order to make sure my brother would see me coming down, I kicked my right leg out, sending the black sandal I was wearing off of my foot and bouncing down the stairs. Hoping Paul was looking at this point I said loudly;

"Oh shit!"

Then bending my left leg up reached down and slowly removed the other sandal. Straightening I walked down the next couple of steps, my eyes focused towards the couch, so that I would be able to immediately see the look on Paul's face when he caught a full look at me. The timing could not have been better; the first thing I saw even from across the room was Paul's eyes glued to my legs. I lingered on the next to the last step for a few seconds already feeling my heart beating a little quicker as there was no doubt Paul was really looking. I stepped down and said;

"Hey big brother, you decide on a movie?"

Paul must have really been engrossed in my legs because at the sound of my voice his head snapped up and I noticed that he already a nervous, no maybe even guilty, look on his face as if he had done something wrong. That look was instantly replaced however by an almost comical look of shock as he caught sight of the rest of me. Between how thin the material of the white tank top was, and how hard my nipples were, my brother was getting quite an eyeful. At first I was going to try to hold back a smile but, as I saw a look that all but said 'oh shit' pass across Paul's face, I did allow myself a small, and what I hoped, was a sexy smile to touch my lips.

"You okay Paul?" I asked as I sauntered over to the couch, walking as slow as possible without looking obvious, putting a little extra swing into my hips as I did.

"Umm yeah why?" Paul asked then added; "Are you?"

"Of course I am." I said smiling sweetly as I made it over to the couch and sat down a couple of feet away from him. As I did I was well aware of the ridiculously short skirt riding up so high that if someone was sitting across from me they would be able to see my thong. Looking at Paul I said;

"Why do you ask?"

"Because you're playing with your hair." Paul pointed out.

Shit I thought as I removed my hand from the end of my hair. I always did that when I was nervous and to the point where I was never aware that I was doing it. I'd wanted to catch Paul off guard now he would wonder if something was up. That thought left my mind though as, speaking of something being up, I saw Paul shift uncomfortably, and sliding further into the corner of the couch, removed the small throw pillow as if it were in his way and put it on his lap. As soon as Paul had slid away I moved over as well but this time a little closer. I made sure I was turned towards him so that if he looked over he would be confronted with the sight of not only my tits but at this point the skirt was all but up to my crotch.

Right now Paul seemed to be making an effort not to look at me, first staring off to the other side of the room then, with a nervous sigh, he went to pick up the remote. I grabbed it before he could and pulled it to me. Paul turned to grab it and his eyes immediately went to my tits then just as quickly he looked away. Without taking my eyes off my brother I pointed the remote at the tv and shut it off. I was going to start a movie and try to cuddle up with him and see where it went but, seeing that Paul was already uncomfortable I knew I was on the right path, and was not going to draw this out.

"Why'd you shut the tv off?" Paul asked still not looking my way.

"Because I want to talk to you big brother." I told him.

"Oh, ummm okay." Paul said.

I waited silently for Paul to say something but he stayed silent staring at the tv as if it were on. Then removing the glasses he wore, started to clean them, which like my playing with my hair, was a tell tale sign he was nervous. Paul wore contacts a lot and of course that showed off his beautiful eyes, but I really think I liked him better in the glasses, the black frames gave him a slightly geeky appearance but, to me, added to that shy sweet side of him that I so loved. Speaking of nervous I realized my hand was in my damn hair again and putting it in my lap put my other hand over it.

"So are you going to talk sis?" Paul asked still wiping imaginary dust from his glasses.

"It's kind of important Paul," I told him with a slight smile. "I'd really like it if you were actually looking at me."

My smile grew as I saw Paul hesitate and, with sigh that had an air of resignation to it, put his glasses back on and turned to me. It was not lost upon me that his eyes were focused directly on my face and no lower. As he looked I noticed his eyes narrow as if he were studying me.

"What? " I asked.

"Dawn, are you going out?"

"Of course not." I told him "I told you I'm hanging out with you tonight." Then even though I knew damn well why he was asking I tossed out;

"What makes you think that?"

"You're wearing makeup." Paul began then, getting that awkward look on his face, continued; 

"And your dressed well," He paused. "Well kind of umm trashy."

"Trashy?!?" I exclaimed in mock indignation. "That's really not a nice way to talk about your sister!"

"Well shit Dawn," Paul said. "Your skirts like up to your ass and you..." He stopped as if catching himself.

"And I what?" I prodded enjoying watching him squirm, and then hoping I'd be the one soon squirming, and moaning and...

I took a deep breath; 'slow and easy girl' I told myself were getting there. Paul hadn't answered and still feigning offense I asked;

"Well and what?"

Paul stared at me for a minute and, looking into his eyes, I could practically feel how flustered he was. Finally shaking his head he said;

"Christ Dawn you're not even wearing a bra."

"And how do you know that?" I asked smiling sweetly at him.

"Well ummm well I mean it's not like I can't notice."

"Paul?" I asked getting ready to take the plunge.

"Yeah Dawn?"

Looking him in the eye, I asked with a straight face:

"Were you looking at my tits?"

"I... what?!?" Paul exclaimed, a look of shock on his face that to me seemed as believable as my air of indignation moments ago. Oh yes big brother I thought to myself I got you.

"I asked you if you were looking at my tits Paul." I repeated evenly.

"Of course not!"

"Well why not?" I asked and taking my hands placed them under my tits and pushed them up and out at him. "You don't like them?"

I felt the material of the shirt brush my hard nipple and knew that they had to be all but falling out with me pushing on them. At the movement Paul looked down and, eyes widening, he turned his head to the side so quickly his glasses started to slide off his face.

"Hell no!" He practically choked out.

"No?" 

Seeing Paul peeking a little out of the corner of his eye I made a show of looking down at them and asked;

"Well what's wrong with them?"

"Their yours Dawn" Paul said. "You're my sister for Christ's sake."

"That doesn't mean I can't have nice tits." I told him.

Taking a breath Paul turned to look at me and once again deliberately keeping his eyes at my face said;

"I'm sure other guys like them." 

"But you said they weren't nice." I said sadly and, giving him the full power of my pout, added;

"You made me feel bad, like you don't like them."

"I'm not supposed to like them." Paul said rolling his eyes.

"I guess," I said taking my hands away from my tits because at this point I was getting so horny that my own touch was making my nipples ache. Giving Paul a little smile I continued;

"Then again people do things they're not supposed to all the time don't they?" Without waiting for an answer I continued; "Sometimes they think and feel all kinds of things they shouldn't"

At this point looking my brother dead in the eye I said softly;

"Isn't that right big brother?"

The reason I made sure to hold eye contact as I spoke was that I was hoping to get one of those moments where I could pick up on Paul's thoughts. As I finished speaking Paul remained silent, his beautiful eyes looking into mine, and without a doubt, I could feel something, at least enough to know that Paul was thinking, or had been thinking, about me more than he should have. Maybe he didn't think I felt the same and was afraid he was the only one who felt that way. Breaking eye contact with him I decided to steer away from this serious moment and go back to teasing.

"So then Paul can I ask you a question?"

With a resigned sigh Paul asked;

"What sis?"

"If you saw these tits on another girl would you think they were hot? Would you think they were nice titties big brother?"

"Dawn what the hell is wrong with you?" Paul asked again trying just a little too hard to sound offended. "I..."

"Just answer the question Paul." I said shrugging. "Just tell me if you think you'd look if they were on someone else?"

"Okay okay!" Paul exclaimed in exasperation. "Yes sis they look great if I saw another girl with tits like yours I would look."

"Awwww big brother you say the sweetest things!" I said giving him a huge smile and leaning over, a kiss on the cheek.

To my delight Paul blushed furiously and put his head down. Then realizing he was now confronted with the sight of my skirt all but hiked up to my hips turned his head away. Speaking of my skirt, I went for my next play;

"What about my legs Paul have you..." 

"You're beautiful Dawn." Paul said catching me by surprise. "You really are sis, everything about you is perfect. So yes to anything you were going to ask next. I wish I could find a girl as pretty as you." He gave me that shy little smile before finishing; "And as sweet."

I smiled so hard I swear my cheeks were starting to hurt. He felt exactly the same way I did! Well except all he was doing was thinking. On that note...

"Hey Dawn," Paul spoke cut into my thoughts. "Before you ask me some other weird question you never did tell me."

"Tell you what?" I asked off balance by how excited I was over his last remark.

"Why the hell are you dressed like that? I mean you are really well..." He paused trying to find a better word than trashy and shrugging said; "Out there."

I looked at Paul and feeling my heart begin to race slid over even closer to him and whispered;

"Hey big brother, you know what today is don't you?"

A smile appeared on Paul's face my question seemingly causing him to forget what he had asked me.

"Of course I do." 

"Well you know on our special day I always give my brave big brother a gift."

"You don't have to Dawn."

"You always say that Paul." I told him and reaching out to his face took his glasses and slowly removed them.

"What are you..." Paul started but stopped when I placed a finger to his lips and kept speaking softly;

"And I always say that I don't have to do anything, I do it because I want to." 

Never taking my eyes from Paul's I leaned over and placing his glasses on the coffee table continued;

"And this year big brother your ever so grateful sister wants to give you the best gift ever."

"I.. umm what is it?" Paul asked staring into my eyes as if transfixed.

Reaching up I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulling him towards me whispered;

"Happy anniversary big brother."

I parted my lips and leaned into him. Paul gave me a smile and began to turn his head to get his customary kiss on the cheek. As he started to turn I slid my arm from around his neck and placing my hand against his cheek to keep him facing me kissed him softly on the lips. Paul returned the kiss but as a quick peck and started to pull away.

"Dawn," He started to say but was cut off as grabbing the back of his head with my other hand I pushed him forward and into another kiss.

Paul once again tried to pull back but I had my fingers in his hair and held his head to mine as I pushed my soft lips into his. Paul resisted for a few more seconds; keeping his lips rigid and unmoving against mine. Then, as I parted my lips more, and started sliding them gently back and forth across his, playfully flicking my tongue out across them, I heard Paul let out a soft moan in his throat and he began to return the kiss. I moaned deep in my own throat as, not only did Paul's lips press back into mine, but his mouth opened and his tongue darted out to tease across mine, before pushing deep into my mouth. 

Letting go of Paul's face and hair, I put my arms around his shoulders, and pulled him close to me. As I felt my tits press into his chest I started sliding myself side to side rubbing my hard nipples across his chest. I let out a little whimper as I felt Paul's hand slide up my back and begin to run through my long black hair. I let my hands wander down Paul's back enjoying the feeling of his hard muscles, and bringing my right one around, reached down into his lap, and tossing the pillow to the floor, found an even harder muscle and gave it a squeeze through his shorts. I moaned at how big and hard it felt, and had just started to rub my hand back and forth when, with a gasp, Paul broke the kiss and stared at me panting.




An Anniversary to Remember



"Why'd you stop?" I asked breathing heavy myself.

Paul shook his head and said;

"Dawn we can't do this."

"But Paul..." 

"You're my sister Dawn and I... we can't."

"Yes we can Paul." I told him. "Mom and dad won't be home all weekend, and even when they are, I can slip downstairs into your bedroom for the night. They won't hear us and..."

"Dawn we..." Paul tried to cut me off but I ignored him, excitedly telling him the idea that I'd had for awhile now;

"Paul we're both going away to school in two months; you'll be at BU and I'll be right across town at Symmons. We won't even be a half hour apart. We could see each other all the time! Between the two of us we could even get our own place!" I smiled reassuringly at him. "Nobody would know Paul!"

Paul was shaking his head and looked like he was going to get up. Quickly standing I threw myself down onto his lap pushing him back into the couch. I wrapped one arm around his shoulder while my legs dangled over his and tried to keep going;

"Paul listen..." 

I hesitated and as Paul looked away from me I felt him start to try to move me off his lap. I had to get him now if he walked away I wouldn't have a chance.

"Oh please Paul!" I began, my face inches from his. "Please big brother! I know it seems wrong and dirty but it's not about being nasty Paul." I stopped and putting my head down looked up at him and putting it all on the line said softly:

"I love you Paul."

Paul looked at me stunned.

"You love me?"

"Oh I do Paul!" I exclaimed hugging him tight and speaking in his ear, "I love you so much and you love me too I know you do!"

Paul pulled his head away enough to turn and look at me. I expected him to start to argue again but instead his features softened and he asked quietly; "You know?"

"Of course I do!" I said beside myself as he had all but admitted that he loved me. "We always know just what the other's thinking and I can feel how much you love me! And who could be better to you than me?" Swallowing hard I leaned over and after giving him a soft kiss whispered in his ear;

"I want you to be my first Paul." I kissed his neck and added; "My only."As Paul turned his face towards mine I continued talking quietly;

"That's what I want to give you for our anniversary big brother; I want to give you me, my heart and my body." Pulling out my final trick I gave him a pout pushing out my trembling lower lip and looking up at him through my eyelashes and asked in my best little girl voice;

"Don't you want me Paul?"

I kept my head down and decided to let it go. If he didn't want me I'd have to deal with it. Crawl under a rock and die of embarrassment. After a moment Paul reached out and taking my chin lifted my face to his. I looked into his beautiful eyes and was ready to say I was sorry when Paul gave me that shy little smile and said;

"I love you too Dawn."

Before I could reply Paul pulled my face to his and kissed me. Oh how good it felt! Paul's lips started out nice and soft as I had done, moving his mouth and gently brushing them across mine. It was the softest sweetest kiss I had ever felt and I moaned in pleasure, as a moment later his kiss picked up in intensity, and I felt his tongue push into my mouth. Paul shifted slightly and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me tightly to him. I groaned in disappointment as my brother's lips left mine. The groan quickly turned into a whimper of pleasure however, as his lips trailed down and began to kiss the soft flesh of my neck.

"Oh yesss," I cooed. "Oh Paul that feels sooo good."

Paul's lips weren't the only thing that felt good as I could feel his hard cock digging into my ass. I started rocking my hips slightly, moving back and forth across it, and Paul moaned softly into my neck as I did. Grabbing the back of his hair and pulling gently I brought my brother's face from my neck and kissed him again. This time the kiss was long, hard and passionate and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as Paul's hand made its way under my tank top stopping just under my tit. Paul hesitated and pulling my lips from his I whispered;

"Go ahead Paul, they're all yours."

Paul looked up at me and I felt a fresh wave of moisture surge though my pussy as he groaned at what I had just said and his lips once again fastened themselves to my neck. I threw back my head back and moaned loudly as, while sucking on my neck, my brother's hand slid up over my tit, his fingers caressing and squeezing my hard nipple. I whimpered as after a moment Paul's hand left my tit, but then I thought 'oh yes' as I felt him reach down and grab the bottom of my tank top. Sitting up straight I put my arms up as my brother slid my shirt off and, tossing it to the side, eagerly bent his head to my right tit and began swirling his tongue around my nipple.

"Ohhhhh yes." 

No one had ever done that before and I felt my pussy begin to drip even more at the thought that there were a lot of things my brother was going to do to me tonight that no one else ever had. I wrapped my arms around Paul's neck and arched my back, shoving my small perfectly shaped tits into his face. A soft sound of pleasure came from my brother's throat as he opened his mouth and took my hard pink nipple into it. I let go of his head and started running my hands up and down his strong back wanting his shirt off as well but I couldn't without getting off of him and I certainly wasn't about to do that right now.

Paul reached up and started squeezing and fondling my other tit, catching my nipple between his finger tips and rolling them back and forth across it. I turned my head to the left and found myself looking into the mirror over the mantel. In it I saw myself sitting topless on my brother's lap with his face buried in my tits. The sight made me so wet I could feel it begin to puddle in my thong and spread to my upper thighs.

"Oh Paul," I whimpered as I started grinding my ass into his cock, moving as much as my position would allow. "Oh, I am sooo," I hesitated then whispered; "Wet. Oh I am so wet for you big brother."

Just talking like that added to that wetness. I couldn't believe we were doing this; that I was half naked on top of my brother and planning on the other half being bare as soon as possible. If it were up to me, I would get up right now, strip, and just lie back and let Paul take me. As bad as I wanted that however I was willing to leave it up to Paul; let him take charge as he certainly was the more experienced lover. Amazing as his playing with my tits felt, I couldn't help but start to squirm in his lap even more, rubbing into his cock, and trying to get him to give me what I so wanted and desperately needed.

Whether picking up on my thoughts as he sometimes did, or possibly just the desperation in my movements, Paul dropped his hand from my tit down onto my thigh, and removing his mouth from my tit, looked up at me with his those pretty hazel eyes asked;

"You want me to feel how wet you are don't you Dawn?" 

A shiver went through my body at the way he had asked me. It wasn't just the take charge tone he had used that told me that indeed my brother had been thinking about his cute sister, but the expectant smile on his face afterwards. Looking at that smile I realized that my brother wanted me to answer, to tell him what I wanted. Well he certainly didn't have to ask twice that was for sure.

"Oh yeah Paul I want you... Ohhhhh"

I had barely gotten the words out when Paul's hand slid up my thigh, and pushing the thong to the side, slid his fingers through the soft wet lips of my pussy.

"Goddamn Dawn," Paul said his eyes widening. "My god are you wet."

"That's because I want you so bad Paul!"

I moaned out as Paul's fingers slid up and down my hot flesh and rocked my hips up and down pushing myself against his fingers. I whimpered softly as his fingers continued their slow stroking then yelped in surprise, and a little bit of pain, as my brother suddenly shoved one of his fingers into my pussy.

"ohh ohh," I gasped as he started pumping it in and out "Oh go slow Paul."

"Oh damn you're tight sis." Paul said softly as he slowed his finger down but continued to work it in and out.

"That's because I've been waiting for you big brother."

I sighed in pleasure, not only at the how good Paul's finger felt, but the look of absolute joy on my brother's face as I made that last comment. That look was replaced by another one as his eyes left my face and went back to my tits which were right in his face. As I watched my brother slowly licked his lips causing me to realize that the look now on his face was that of desire. I let out another soft whimper at the idea that he really wanted me and began pushing my hips back and forth, causing his finger to push even deeper into my pussy.

At that whimper Paul looked back up at my face and said quietly;

"Then just sit back and let your big brother be good to you Dawn."

Those were the best words I'd ever heard in my life! I had wanted to say something back but all that came out was a squeal of delight as, at the same time as Paul's mouth locked back onto my left nipple, his thumb pressed down onto my swollen clit and started rubbing it in a slow circular motion. As if that wasn't enough to keep me moaning and whimpering Paul's finger started moving in and out faster and harder. I once again arched my back thrusting my tits in his face and in response Paul while still swirling his tongue around my right nipple, reached up and grabbing my left started twisting it between his fingers.

I wanted to try to do something for him but all I could do was wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him closer to me. I was overwhelmed with pleasure as Paul worked my tits as well as my pussy. I leaned my head down next to his and began to kiss and suck on his neck in between the little yips of pleasure that escaped me whenever his finger drove deep up inside of me. Those little yips rapidly became louder and faster as my brothers thumb picked up speed and started pressing harder into my clit. I felt my breath catch as I began to feel the first warm sensation of an orgasm building up inside me. I moaned and started grinding my hips even harder in anticipation of what I already knew would be the hardest climax I'd ever had.

Paul must have sensed me getting close as he started squeezing my nipple harder between his fingers while his mouth sucked more forcefully on my other one.

"Ohhhh, ohhh Paul..." I whimpered in his ear.

I could feel my thighs starting to tremble and my pussy was so wet I could hear my brother's finger sliding in and out. I was so close! I crushed Paul even tighter into my chest, a continuous whimper escaping my lips, as I could feel my body getting ready to convulse. Just as I was my body was poised on the edge, Paul suddenly pushed a second finger into my extremely tight pussy. I threw my head back and cried out. At first with a hint of pain, as his large fingers had me spread further than I'd ever been, but after that initial yelp the next sound that came from me was a long loud wail of pleasure. I had never screamed so loud but couldn't help myself as the strongest orgasm of my life crashed through me sending wave after wave of ecstasy flooding through my body.

As I continued to moan out my pleasure, my hips bucked wildly driving into Paul's still thrusting fingers and, at the height of the orgasm, I heard my brother moan around my tit as my pussy convulsed causing a flood of my juices to squirt out around his fingers. After one last spasm went through my pleasure wracked pussy, I let out a long shuddering moan and slumped into Paul and panted into his ear;

"Goddamn I came hard."

I groaned as with a wet sucking sound Paul removed his fingers from my pussy.

"Jesus I'll say you did." 

At Paul's words I looked up to see that the hand he had brought up from my pussy was glistening with my cum, not just his fingers but along the edge of his hand as well.

"Damn Dawn." Paul whispered.

As I watched Paul looked at his hand and then slowly as if he were fighting it brought his hand to his face and smelled it.

"Oh." He said softly.

Then, to my delight, my brother opened his mouth and putting his fingers in sucked on them. His eyes rolled back and he sighed out; 

"Oh this is so wrong," 

Before I could say anything he gave me a rueful smile and added;

"But damn do you taste good."

"Ooooh big brother," I cooed. "What a naughty thing to say to your sister." Then smiling wickedly at him I continued;

"But why just a taste when you can eat the whole thing?"

Paul returned the smile.

"I was just thinking the same thing." His smile turned a bit wicked as well as he sent a thrill through me by whispering. "Lie back on the couch."

Oh how good that sounded! Never mind how exciting it was to see Paul as into this as I was. Damn straight I wanted to let my loving brother lick my pussy and provide yet another first for me but fair is fair and right now...

"Not so fast big brother," I said as I got off his lap and stood in front of him. "I'm supposed to be giving you the gift remember?"

Paul looked at me as if he wasn't sure what to say but I think he got the point when I dropped to my knees between his legs and smiling up at him said;

"Take your shirt off."

Paul hesitated for a second; at this point I noticed his hesitations weren't lasting anywhere near as long as they had been, and straightening up on the couch he stripped his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"You are one sexy guy big brother." I told him as I ran my hands down his muscular chest and flat stomach.

I laughed as Paul put his head down and blushing said. "Thanks sis."

Giving Paul a playful push to get him to sit back on the couch I rose up on my knees and leaning forward spent some time kissing his neck before using soft kisses and playful flicks of my tongue to begin a teasingly slow journey down his chest and stomach. My brothers breathing was picking up as he knew damn well where I was heading and what I was going to do when I got there. I'd be lying if I said my own breathing wasn't a bit heavy as well. The thought of what I was about to do, coupled with the fact that I had never done it before, had me nervous as well as excited. 

I looked up at Paul who had the same type of look on his face. He was probably still thinking how bad this was but knew damn well that he wanted his sister to suck his cock. Making sure he was watching I stuck my tongue out and teasingly started to swirl it around his nipple. Paul moaned softy and I could feel his heart pounding beneath my hand. I smiled at him and then began to trail my tongue straight down his stomach to his shorts. Reaching up I grabbed the sides of them and pulled gently. This time there was no hesitation at all on my brother's part. Paul immediately lifted his hips and grabbing his boxers along with his shorts I pulled them down to the floor and then gasped at my first look at my brother's hard cock.

Obviously all I had to go by, except for that hand job I had given Tom, was dirty movies but, from what I had seen, my brother's cock looked pretty damn big. My heart pounding in my chest, I reached out and, slowly wrapping my right hand around it, gave it a squeeze. Paul's hips twitched and he let out a moan. I moaned as well at the site of the sticky fluid that had begun to ooze from the tip of his cock. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand and bending my head down to it I gave the tip a soft kiss. Paul moaned again and as I moved my head I licked my lips tasting him.

Looking up at him I took his cock and started rubbing it along the side of my face. I could feel my face getting wet from him and it was causing my already drenched pussy to start flowing again. Paul's eyes were locked to mine and I could see that a look of anticipation had replaced the nervous expression he'd had before. Taking my time as he had done for me and, also building up my nerve, I shifted his cock to the other side of my face and after getting that cheek all nice and sticky I brought Paul's cock back to my lips. Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth and slowly brought it down over the head of his cock and closing my mouth swirled my tongue around it as if it were a lollipop.

It must have felt good because Paul's hips jumped again pushing him a little further into my mouth, but also causing him to let out such a sexy little whimper that I immediately opened wider and let my mouth go further, past his head, and down his shaft. I closed my eyes and moaned around Paul's cock as I could feel him dripping down my throat. As I slowly started to bob my head up and down I kept my tongue pressed against his shaft and began moving my hand up and down as well so that I was stroking my brother as well as sucking on him. At that last thought I had the sudden urge to giggle thinking how many things were wrong with what had just gone through my mind.

Apparently Paul didn't feel as if I was doing anything wrong as he was moaning and groaning every time my mouth slid up and down his cock. Getting braver I started going a little faster and also going deeper now taking more than half his length with each downward motion. My hair fell into my face and I brushed it aside. A few seconds later it was back again, but this time, before I could grab it I felt my brother's hand in my hair pulling it to the side and then wrapping his hand into it held it there. I looked up at him and he whispered nervously;

"Can I?"

Removing his cock from my mouth I smiled and said;

"You can whatever you want to me big brother. I'm all yours."

Whatever Paul was going to say was cut off by a loud moan as I immediately went back to sucking his cock again. This time I started going even faster and deeper. Once again my eyes were closed and I could hear myself making moaning noises in my throat as I couldn't believe how good having him in my mouth felt. The noise Paul was making was turning me on even more as I knew he was enjoying it and that I was pleasing him. Hoping he would like it I reached up with my free hand and started gently kneading his balls. Paul twitched again and it was as I was taking him in and I almost gagged as his cock all but buried itself down my throat. I'd just opened my mouth a little wider and at that moment realized that I had almost every inch of him down my throat.

Going slowly, I opened wider and, pushing down, found my lips touching the base of his shaft. Paul moaned in approval and I felt my pussy flowing even more at the thought that I was deepthroating him. I shook my head back and forth slightly and was rewarded with a gasp from Paul as I also started swirling my tongue back and forth across his shaft. Now, using just my thumb and forefinger around his base, I began sucking him in and out as rapidly as I dared. I didn't go all the way down as I didn't think it would be to sexy to gag but was going at least two thirds of the way down at this point.

Paul's fingers clenched in my hair pulling it a little but I found myself moaning as he did it. I felt his other hand rest itself on the back of my head and begin guiding my mouth up and down. I opened my eyes and looked up to see Paul staring intently at me totally captivated by the sight of his sister blowing him. I also could feel his leg start to shake against my shoulder and noticed that he was beginning to sweat. I felt a wave of excitement go through me at the thought that I was going to make him cum soon.

Spurred on by how well I was doing, I went faster and started jerking him harder as well. Paul was groaning and his hips were lifting off the couch pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth. I was too caught up to worry about it going to deep and started sucking harder and faster. Both Paul's legs were shaking at this point and his hand was pulling on my hair even harder. Turned on, I went for it, and in one smooth motion buried my brother's cock in my throat and at the same time went from gently kneading his balls to lightly running my long fingernails across them. With a cry almost as loud as mine Paul's hips thrust up pushing himself even further into my mouth. I felt his balls convulse in my hand and his cock explode in my mouth.




An Anniversary to Remember



The feeling of my brother's hot sticky cum shooting down my throat caught me off guard and I jerked my head back in surprise pulling his cock from my mouth. I had kept jerking however and as soon as the tip of his cock cleared my lips another spurt came out. This one hit me directly on the lips and chin. Paul's hips were thrusting and, his hands had clenched, pulling my hair hard enough to hurt but I was too caught up in stroking his hard thick cock and having his hot cum spray across my face. I kept jerking and Paul kept cumming I had been turning my face side to side reveling in the feeling of my brothers cum splatter on my cheek and drip down. ` The thrusting of Paul's hips was subsiding and his moans turning to soft little whimpers. Taking that to mean he was almost done I opened my mouth hand taking his cock back into it and giving him a few more pumps felt the last of his squirt into my now ready mouth. I swallowed every drop and found myself enjoying the salty taste of my brother. I slid my head back until I was holding just the tip in my mouth and giving it a good hard suck was rewarded with a couple of more drops. At that Paul let out a long sig and slumped back into the couch, his eyes closed, gasping for breath.

I licked around my lips and getting cum on my tongue brought it back into my mouth and sighed softly at how good it tasted. Sitting back on my knees I looked up and asked;

"Did you like that big brother?"

Paul smiled then opening his eye's said;

"Hell yeah! You couldn't...." he stopped his eyes widening and whispered;

"Oh my god."

"What?" I asked.

"You..." He swallowed hard. "You have cum all over your face."

"Hmmm that I do Paul." I reached up and wiping a little off my cheek and, as he had done, stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them. 

"Your cum big brother." I said smiling sweetly. Then pushing out my cum covered lips in a pout said;

"You like your present so far Paul?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well let me finish unwrapping it for you then."

Standing up I reached behind me, unzipped the skirt and, letting it fall to the floor, put my arms over my head and said;

"You like?"

"God your hot Dawn," Paul whispered.

I turned around letting him see my ass then sliding the thong down my hips bent over and worked it down my legs wiggling my ass as I did.

"Holy shit what an ass you have." Paul said from behind me.

"Oh you are a smooth talker there big brother." I said laughing as I turned back to face him.

We stood there for a minute taking in each other's naked bodies. Paul looked fantastic just as I knew he would his muscular thighs framing his nice big cock which at the moment was semi hard and glistening from my mouth. Speaking of cum I could still feel his dripping down my cheeks. Bending over I grabbed my shirt and after wiping my face off put it under my nose and inhaled deeply rolling my eyes at the strong musky scent of my brothers cum. Dropping it I took a deep breath and told him;

"Well big brother there's still something else I have to give you."

With another delightfully wicked smile Paul patted the couch.

"Come over here and lie on your back sis." He said softly.

I smiled and shook my head. 

"Nope."

No?" Paul asked as he did an expression of nervousness stole back onto his face and he asked; "I didn't do...."

"Of course not!" I told him stepping up in between his legs and leaning over giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Then what.." He started but I silenced him with my finger to his lips again.

"Paul, "I began quietly looking him into the eye. "We can play out here later or another time. But for now big brother," I paused and reaching out took his hand.

"I want you to take me into your bedroom. It's my first time Paul," I smiled softly at him. "I want you to take me in your bed."

Paul's eyes widened as if he were just now realizing this was for real. I stepped back and pouting tugged on his arm and whispered in my little girl voice;

"Come one Paul come make your hot little sister a woman. Another little secret on are secret day." I pouted even more. "Please big brother? Please come take your present."

A smile spread across Paul's face and standing up he took me into his arms and gave me a long deep kiss. I moaned and ground myself against him. My tits pushing into his chest and I could feel my wet pussy rubbing against his thigh. Paul's strong hands were roaming my body, gabbing my ass, and running them up along my back and through my long curly hair. As we kissed I was struck by the thought that we were standing here, brother and sister, naked in the middle of the living room. What the hell would happen if mom and dad ever came in on this. Instead of scaring me I swear the thought of what we were doing was getting me hotter, then again, that could just be the feeling of Paul's cock pressing into my stomach that was making me that way.

Paul broke the kiss and started to step towards his bedroom. I reached down to take his hand but he shook his head and smiling suddenly bent down and swinging his arm up under my knees and while his other went around my shoulders he effortlessly lifted me into the air. After pausing to give me a kiss, Paul turned and carried me down the hallway towards his bedroom. I giggled like a little girl as he carried me and snuggled into his strong chest thinking how damn good it felt to be held by him.

Paul's bedroom door was open and carrying me into his room he gently laid me down in the middle of his big bed. Paul got on and rolled over so that he was lying between my legs propped up by his arms which were on either side of me. Paul looked down at me and suddenly I felt nervous realizing that this was it; that I was going to lose my virginity. Paul as always must have picked up on my thoughts as leaning down he kissed me softly and whispered;

"Don't worry Dawn we'll go nice and slow."

"O-okay." I said back feeling stupid for being the one that started this and now was the one scared.

Paul kissed my neck then said softly in my ear;

"How about we get you nice and relaxed first?"

Without waiting for my answer Paul began kissing and sucking gently on my neck as his hand found my right nipple. I let out a contented sigh as my brother's tongue traced its way down from my neck to my left nipple and began sucking on it. The sigh turned into a whimper as Paul's mouth left my tit and started trailing down my soft flat stomach as he crawled backwards down the bed to lie between my legs. I felt my breath catch as lying on his stomach Paul bent his head and blew lightly on my pussy.

"Ohhh yesss." I cooed as Paul's hand reached out and his fingers gently spread me open.

Paul looked up at me and once again I saw a look of naked desire on his face.

"Yeah Dawn?." He asked. "You want me to?"

"Oh yeah Paul," I answered already beginning to rock my hips in anticipation of his tongue. "Oh big brother please don't tease me please lick my pussy."

"Wow that sounds bad and good at the same time." Paul said then with a grin added. "More good though."

I started to answer but it turned into a squeal as Paul's tongue darted out and plunged straight into my soaking wet pussy. Paul held his tongue there for a moment before starting to rock his head back and forth. I groaned as much from the thought that my brother was tongue fucking me as I did from how incredible it felt. I reached down and started to run my fingers through Paul's hair as his tongue slowly slid from inside my pussy and began to slide up through my soft wet lips. I watched transfixed by the sight of my brother's face between my legs, his hands on my soft thighs, as his tongue was buried in my pussy.

I cried out as his tongue found my hard clit and after swirling around it a couple of times sucked it into his mouth. 

"Ohhh big brother that feels sooo good I... ohh!" I groaned out as, while still sucking my clit, Paul slipped his finger inside of me. 

I was so wet that it slid in much easier than the first time and felt amazing. As good as Paul looked between my legs, I let my head loll back as his finger started pumping in and out in the same rhythm that he was sucking my clit into his mouth. I lied there whimpering and gasping as Paul took his time, his mouth and finger teasing and playing, he had stopped sucking on my clit and was now slowly swirling his tongue around it. I didn't think it could be any better, but I was wrong as not only did Paul gently slide a second finger into my pussy, but reached up with his other hand to start playing with my right nipple. Bringing my left hand to my mouth I licked my fingers to wet them and began playing with my left nipple.

I started to breathe harder and faster, both my pussy and tits were being pleasured, and my hips began to rock up and down into Paul's tongue as I felt myself already getting close. Paul started licking slower and I let out a little whimper and ground my hips harder into his face telling him not to tease me. Paul listened, as he quickly sucked my swollen clit back into his mouth, and started sucking rapidly while his fingers pumped me faster and harder. I let out a sharp gasp then another as I felt the orgasm racing through my body. I squeezed my nipple harder and putting my hand over Paul's pushed his fingers with mine causing him to pinch that nipple harder as well. My back arched off the bed and, at that moment, Paul thrust his fingers deep up inside of me and sucking my clit back into his mouth swirled his tongue around it.

As I had in the living room I let my head go back, opened my mouth and let out a loud wail as another unbelievable orgasm tore through my body. I clutched Paul's hair holding him to my pussy as I started bucking my hips furiously grinding my wet pussy into my brother's still pumping fingers and flickering tongue.

"Ohhh yesss," I cried out. "Oh my god!!"

I pushed my back up even further off the bed as another wave of pleasure slammed through me then, with a sound between a moan and a whimper, fell back onto the bed gasping.

"Oh goddamn," I panted. "Oh Paul that was..." I trailed off unable to speak as I tried to catch my breath

Paul wasn't going to give me much of a chance to however; crawling up between my legs he once again positioned himself directly over me. I looked down between us to see his huge dick hard and ready, poised inches from my pussy. I swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes. Paul asked softly;

"Ready?"

I reached up and putting my arms around his neck pulled him down into a long kiss. I moaned as I tasted myself on his lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. Paul returned the kiss then I pulled my lips from his, looked him in the eye and whispered;

"I love you Paul."

"I love you to Dawn." Paul answered softy then lowering himself down on top of me slid his cock into my virgin pussy.

I gasped and let out a little yelp as the head of his cock pushed into me and I felt myself stretch further than I had from his fingers. I whimpered in Paul's ear as he eased further in and I could feel him pushing against something. I wrapped my legs around his waist and dug my nails into his shoulders as he went even further and it was hurting. Paul paused then pulling his hips back suddenly gave me a hard thrust.

"Oh ow! Oh..." 

I yelped as I felt something give way and Paul's cock plunge deep up inside of me. I let out a loud whimper as I felt myself stretching around him and groaned at the sensation of being totally and completely...full.

"Sorry." Paul whispered in my ear then as I let out another little whimper his lips found mine and as he stayed where he was unmoving in my pussy we shared a long soft kiss. I could feel my pussy getting accustomed to him and breaking the kiss said softly in his ear;

"Oh go ahead Paul just easy, of please go easy."

Paul sighed in my ear as he slowly began to work his cock out of my tight little pussy. I moaned again but this time it was a pleasured one as my pussy opened more and his slow strokes no longer hurt but began to feel good.

"Oh damn you feel good Dawn." Paul whispered in my ear as he started pulling more of himself out with each slow pump sliding in and out easier each time.

I wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could, bringing our bodies as close as possible, as my brother gently made love to me. Paul was breathing heavy in my ear and I could feel by how tense his body was that this was probably teasing him and he wanted to go faster. I was afraid it would start hurting again if he did, but I so wanted Paul to want this again, show him that I would be willing to let him have anything he wanted. I let him give me another couple of slow pumps, and then looking up at him asked;

"Have you thought about this Paul?"

"Oh yes." He said softly then we both moaned as he slid his big cock in all the way inside again.

"Yeah?" I gasped out. "You thought about fucking me? Like this?"

"I thought about...." Paul hesitated then after letting out another soft groan as he buried himself in my pussy finished; "All kinds of things."

That sent a shiver through me and I thrust my hip up into his cock shoving him deeper into me than he had before. I let out a little yelp but it felt damn good. Paul had been thinking of me as much as I had about him! Looking up at him I whispered;

"Show me."

Paul shoved himself down into my thrusting pussy once more and this time I moaned louder. Paul said;

"It's your first time Dawn let's just..."

I pulled him down into me, grinding my hips into his and making him moan in my ear, told him;

"I told Paul this is your gift big brother I am all yours tonight and every night, anything you want Paul! I want you to enjoy me in every way so whatever you want."

Paul pulled himself up to look at me and licking his lips asked;

"Really your..."

"Just take me Paul I'm yours! Treat me the way you would any other girl. Don't be.... Ohhh!"

I cried out in surprise as Paul had sat back on his knees sliding his cock from inside of me. Before I could say anything he had grabbed my ankles and lifting my legs straight up into the air and spreading them wide drove his cock hard into my pussy.

'Oh fuck!!" I cried out at the jolt of mixed pain and pleasure that went through my body.

Paul stopped and looked like he was worried so I looked him in the eye and said;

"Go ahead Paul if you want to really fuck me go ahead take it however you need big brother! Take me however you've dreamed about!"

Paul gave me an evil little grin, and pulling back paused, then suddenly lunging forward slammed his cock back into me but this time there was no hesitation he immediately drew it out and thrust forward again. I cried out again and reaching back grabbed onto the head board and squeezed it as my brother began to fuck the shit out of me. I let my head go back into the pillow as I began to let out a series of sharp yelps each time his huge prick drove itself into my extremely tight little pussy. It hurt but I found myself not caring as I looked up to see a look of what was now all out lust on my brothers face as he continued to assault my tender pussy. Somewhere in the back of my mind I found myself wondering if this was how Paul had fucked Sheila and Cindy.

That thought and all others left my mind, as Paul pulled himself out of me, and reaching down, grabbed my hips. I let out a startled yelp as with a wrench of his strong arms Paul unceremoniously flipped me over onto my stomach. Still holding my hips Paul pulled me back and up. Knowing what he wanted, I slid my knees up under me so that my ass was in the air and my head was in the pillow. I whimpered as Paul took his cock and started rubbing it up and down the length of my dripping pussy. On the last stroke Paul pushed it into me about half way then drove it all the way in hard.

'Oh shit Paul!" I yelped as he felt so deep I thought he was going to come out of my mouth.

Paul held himself still then began working his cock in and out slowly as he had when we'd started. After several long slow pumps I started getting used to him like this and began to rock my hips back and forth into his cock telling him that it was okay now. Paul grabbed my hips and began to go faster but not harder. I opened my mouth and started moaning continuously into the pillow as I couldn't believe how good getting fucked like this felt. Paul was breathing hard behind me and I could feel his hands squeezing my hips tighter. I knew this was teasing him again and figuring that he couldn't last much longer turned my head and said simply;

"Fuck me Paul, you know you want to."

With that I put my face back into the pillow and braced myself. Even knowing it was coming didn't stop the loud squeal that escaped my lips as Paul not only started driving himself into me fast and hard but, was holding my hips so tightly, that I couldn't even move forward. I stopped yelping and bit into the pillow so that Paul wouldn't think he had to stop. My brother was thrusting into me so hard that our flesh was making loud slapping sounds every time he drilled his cock into my now very sore little pussy. Paul's hands shifted from my hips to my shoulder blades and, leaning his weight onto me, he started driving down into me even harder and penetrating even deeper. I opened my mouth and screamed out;

"Oh Paul!! Oh shit oh cum for me please Paul! Oh big brother I can't I...."

I stopped as after one more savage pump I heard Paul let out a loud cry of his own. A moment later, any pain was forgotten, as I felt the pure pleasure of my brother's cock explode into my pussy. Paul started pumping me much slower and each thrust was ending with another squirt of hot cum painting the inside of my hot already dripping pussy. Paul whimpered softly and leaning forward lied down on top of me. I smiled as I heard his heavy breathing in my ear and could feel his heart pounding against my back.

We remained that way for a couple of minutes as we each caught our breath. Paul let out a long sigh and rolled over onto his back. I rolled over as well and sliding over to him leaned down and gave him a kiss.

'Wow!" I said shaking my head. "You must have really been thinking of me."

"Ummm yeah guess so." Paul said still breathing heavy.

"Who'd have thought my sweet shy brother could be an animal." I said laughing.

"I... yeah." Paul said and now looked edgy again.

Chalking it up to just being caught off guard himself I let it go. We had just had one hell of a night and I didn't want him to get his mind racing again. Reaching down I grabbed the sheet and, after pulling it up to our waists, stretched out on my side and after draping my leg over his and my arm across his waist. We lied there in silence for a couple of minutes and as we did I was overwhelmed by how right it felt lying in his arms as if this were the place I was truly meant to be. I then kissed his cheek which still smelled like my pussy and said softly;

"Happy anniversary big brother."

"Happy anniversary Dawn." Paul answered quietly.

"Did you like your present Paul?" I asked kissing his cheek again.

"Yeah I... of course I did ummm couldn't you tell."

"Yeah, now that you mention it." I replied wincing at how sore my pussy was.

"Maybe a little too much." Paul said so quietly it was as if he had said it to himself.

"What's that mean?" I asked starting to get worried about what he was thinking.

"Nothing sis." Paul said. Then after letting out a heavy sigh added; "I feel bad about how that just happened."

"What?" I asked feeling myself begin to get upset. "You...you didn't want me?" I could already feel tears beginning to build.

"Of course I wanted you sis." Paul said as he squeezed me tighter to him.

"Then why didn't you like it?"

"Dawn I loved it!" Paul said kissing my forehead. "It's just I feel bad. I mean it was your first time I should have been a lot sweeter to you."




An Anniversary to Remember



I felt a surge of relief flow through me! Paul was only upset because he thought he was too rough on me! Oh how I loved my sweet big brother.

"Paul just you saying that tells me how sweet you are!" I told him. "And you were very sweet big brother! You were being very good with me I told you to go ahead and have fun."

"I know." Paul agreed. "But still I should have held back first time. It's just that..." he hesitated then lowering his voice to a whisper added: "I have been thinking of you for months Dawn, it's why I broke up with Cindy I kept being with her and seeing you."

"You too?" I asked excitedly. "That's why I broke up with Tom." I laughed. "I guess twins really do feel the same way all the time!"

"I guess." Paul said smiling and I could tell me mentioning I felt the same way made him feel better. "But still I should have gone..."

"Paul?" I propped myself up to look him in the eye. "Listen to me. I loved it. I loved satisfying you. I want you to know you can do anything you want to me. Just like any other girl."

I leaned forward and after kissing him softly on the lips whispered in his ear;

"Big brother your little sister is all yours. Heart soul, and..." I giggled. "Tight little pussy, it's all for you Paul."

Paul looked at me and I could see tears of joy in his eyes. I could feel my own eyes fill up as well. Paul pushed me gently onto my back and started kissing me deeply and passionately. I returned the kiss eagerly then moaned as Paul's hand found my pussy underneath the covers. As he rolled over onto his side I could feel his once again hard cock pressing into my thigh. Paul broke the kiss and rolled over so that he was between my legs and smiling down at me whispered;

"How about I go nice and easy this time." He looked at me with those beautiful eyes and added; "How about this time you lie back and let you big brother love his little sister?"

"Oh that sounds so good Paul." I told him.

"I love you Dawn." Paul said as he lowered himself down between my thighs.

"And I love you Paul." I said softly as I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and pulled his body down to mine. "Happy Anniversary."

I closed my eyes and let out a contented moan as my brother's hard flesh gently slid into my soft wet pussy. Paul started moving slowly and gently allowing me to enjoy every bit of him. I felt a smile creep across my face at the thought that at this time next year we would be celebrating not one, but two, very special anniversaries.



An Anniversary to Remember Pt. 01



Cheryl could have kicked herself for being so stupid, and trusting. In the last hour or so she had experienced things she had never expected to invade her safe, comfortable and pleasing life - but in the last split second her world had come crashing down around her ears... She'd never view her life through the same eyes again. 

It had all started so innocently - at least that was how it had seemed. Now, she couldn't believe how naïve she had been. She'd arranged to meet Doug, her loving hubby these many years, in the lobby of the best downtown hotel for anniversary drinks, a special dinner and a night in their honeymoon suite - after all, it was their tenth anniversary...

She'd done pretty well on organising her day so far. Doug had gone off to work as normal; in fact he'd been a bit distracted because there was a management meeting planned for that afternoon and he had a major contribution to make. But he'd assured her that, by hook or by crook, he'd be ready for his evening with the woman he adored.

She'd treated herself to a leisurely morning; her hair appointment wasn't until later in the afternoon. After seeing Doug off she did what she normally did - enjoyed herself a bit. It always started the same way - she'd be in that wonderfully delicious world between sleep and wakefulness and she'd lay on her side and almost by chance feel just how heavy her breasts felt as they hung from her. She was proud of them: they were still firm but they had a certain... well, presence. They were the breasts of a woman in her prime and they felt full; full and ripe and offering so much. Doug certainly loved playing with them! She languorously played her fingers over her bosom, getting a thrill as she felt their weight. Her nipples engorged, as they always did, between her fingers and she loved running her fingertips over those delicate little bumps on her pink areolae.

As if by surprise, although the pattern had stayed much the same over the years, she found herself almost crossing her legs and grinding her thighs together as she stroked and squeezed her full breasts. She always imagined it was someone else's hand (excitingly she could never decide whether it was a man's or a woman's) that was working its way slowly down over her stomach, so gentle and soft, spending a few seconds gently caressing her navel before continuing its remorseless journey south... Over her abdomen (hey - my skin's so smooth and the fullness of me feels so womanly) until the achingly hesitant fingers reached the beginning of her cunt, that thrilling cleft that was at the epicentre of her femininity. The fingers (she'd long ago forgotten that they were hers) oh so gently ran down her outer lips, parting them ever so slightly as they worked on her. She could feel herself opening like a rose in bloom, her pink inner labia spreading out, soft and glistening. 

This was always a treat to be cherished quietly, in private. After all these years she still wondered at how soft and gentle and packed with sensitivity her lips were. God knows how long she spent just running her fingers over and between that moist softness. By now she was wet enough to be able to taste herself on her fingertips and as she lay there, half in one world and half in the other, she marvelled at the beauty of running her fingers over the glistening lips between her soft thighs and brushing those same fingertips, moist with her juices, over her other lips; the lips that parted to allow her tongue to enjoy her musky taste.

And so to the inevitable finale. By now her clitoris, her beloved little man in the boat, was swollen and pink - begging, demanding attention. She never needed to insert her fingers into herself to make her climax - her clit took care of all that quite nicely! Both hands were now working her cunt feverishly but expertly - one hand's fingers were still stroking her lips, and perhaps straying to that forbidden area between her vagina and her butthole - naughty but sensitive - whilst the other's were teasing, rubbing, squeezing her clit. It didn't take long - it never did when she played with herself. Her breaths became deeper and more frequent; she could feel her face flushing and she became aware of her erect nipples; her juices had started flowing more (and, God, did they taste good...) and her back arched involuntarily. And then it swept over her - that same feeling she first experienced all those years ago as a girl. She was helpless, cast adrift in a sea of ecstasy, gagging for oxygen as she slipped time and again beneath the waves. Her thighs parted involuntarily and for a fleeting instant she had a picture of herself, as if observing her passion from above, completely out of control, knees parting and closing, head tossed back, body arched and mouth gagging open as if shouting out loud. For that brief moment she frightened herself for unleashing that power, that helplessness. And then the more animal pleasure took over. Her head jerked forward; her eyes closed and the shuddering started. Her gasps sounded like someone else's; her abdomen heaved in and out and her cunt felt on fire. She never remembered whether her fingers were still working her - she had much too much to occupy her thoughts!

Her orgasms like this were always far more intense than when having intercourse. She loved her sex with Doug - he was considerate yet urgent - but the ecstasy she provided for herself reached different heights, and different depths. 

And it was nothing to do with Doug - all sex with guys had been the same. She was lucky; all the men she'd had had made her climax: the few guys at college were on the whole enthusiastic but sensitive and then there was Luther - now he had been dangerous... He'd caught her at a low point and it didn't help that they'd both had plenty to drink at the party. She didn't think she was prejudiced - she'd just never imagined herself in a relationship with a black guy. Well; it was hardly much of a relationship - just a bit of illicit fun a couple of times a week for a few months. Colour did make a difference and socially she just had not been ready to make a commitment. But colour also made a hell of another difference...

She'd shared all the giggly fantasies with her girlfriends about supposedly well-hung black guys and now Luther dispelled all that. That was no fantasy - what had forced itself between her soft pink lips was throbbing reality! Never had she been so filled. His engorged penis was thicker by far than any she'd ever felt in her experience, although that was admittedly fairly limited. She had felt violated in an animal way as his girth had assaulted her vagina, pushing it wider in its passion. But it was the length that was both thrilling and painful at the same time. Just before he used to enter her she'd hold his shaft in both hands and marvel at how this thing stayed so glistening and erect. It would push up inside her and she could feel herself filling up - it was thrilling but also a bit disturbing. She felt impaled. And still it came... He was aware of his size and he usually stopped once he'd pushed up against her cervix. But he often forgot himself once the passion took over and just drove and thrusted wildly, faster and faster. By God; one part of her was overwhelmed by a surprising degree of careless lust but another part - her cervix - was certainly complaining. After an hour's love-making with Luther she felt battered and bruised, and sometimes bloody. But - oh fuck me! - was it wonderful...

And yet her private pleasure was something else again. She was still an old-fashioned girl at heart and she still felt a guilty shame for it - but that just added to the private lust. This morning had been a really good experience, probably because she was looking forward to her day and she felt good about herself. And on the very best occasions she experienced a phenomenon that had frightened her at first - she poured a thick, clear, sweet juice from deep inside. When it first happened she was petrified - visions of premature incontinence loomed. What would happen if she couldn't control her bladder any more? But she'd done a little research and discovered that she wasn't some freak; in fact medical opinion was still divided on the nature of the fluid.

And so she had learned to enjoy it. After all, it only happened at the very peak of her thrill. Sometimes it was little more than enhanced moisture between her lips - although she always recognised its thickness and sweet aroma. But more often now it actually spurted out of her. Not far, but it usually made the sheets quite wet and her fingers and hands were dripping. Now that she had learned to relax about it, she actually wanted it to happen - a naughty dirty experience now made messy as well! And, golly, did it taste lovely... Sometimes she'd rub it all over breasts and then lick it off, or perhaps stand in front of the bedroom mirror and just marvel at her glistening heavy bosom. And that sense of marvel in herself would usually send that hand back down across her abdomen again and... oh Christ - here I go again... 

Another thing that frightened her was how plain dirty she could be when masturbating. More than once she had considered pouring her own cum fluid into the shower gel bottle - Doug would wear her lust around with him all day and never suspect...

Anyhow, this morning's session had been one of the good ones and she felt weak at the knees as she stood in the shower. The hot water invigorated her and the shower jets felt sexy as they played on her breasts and stomach. Doug had taken some photos of her when she had been showering a few months ago. He thought that she hadn't seen, but actually she found it a bit of a thrill to think that he wanted her enough to secretly photograph her. She did wonder what he did with them. Surely if he had the real thing, he didn't need a photo to excite him? Perhaps he took them away with him to jerk off to - now there's another thrill for her... She just hoped he didn't show them to his friends or, worse still - their joint friends. She'd die of embarrassment. But at least she could trust him not to post them on the internet or send them to strangers - her Doug wouldn't do that. (Although when she had been masturbating once or twice she had had this vision of a guy she'd never meet, perhaps in a foreign country, jerking off while looking at her, his thick cum splashing all over her photo. But she knew that was just a fantasy...) 

After her shower she decided to do something different and give Doug a treat. She sat down on the edge of the bath, opened her warm soft thighs and carefully shaved every scrap of pubic hair from her. She knew Doug liked feeling her like a very young teen and, after all, it was a special day. What surprised her was how exciting she found it. She sat for some time just stroking her little girl's cunt, feeling its smoothness. Her inner lips had disappeared while she'd been showering and so now all there was to see was a lovely soft pink slit between her thighs. 

She remembered how once before, while still at school, she'd sat on a bed admiring just such a slit between just such a pair of smooth thighs. Oh yes; she'd been so in lust with Candy that summer... She'd discovered so much about herself that year and even now she imagined from time to time that she could taste Candy's pussy. Her thick juices smelt so animal and when they made love her nose, mouth and chin were covered in Candy's fluids. She'd never dreamt that she'd ever allow herself to drink another girl's pee, let alone enjoy it, - but she did. Oh God, she'd adored Candy and her piss had tasted like nectar as it splashed and dribbled all over her face - she just couldn't gulp enough of it to satisfy her desires. And the thrill of standing over a naked Candy, opening her legs and emptying herself over her lover was almost too much to bear. She was so in love with Candy - it was if her gushing pee was actually carrying her love and covering Candy in her desire. Such memories, but such heartache when Candy had to move away that fall. She thought she'd die sobbing...

Cheryl knew she couldn't allow herself another session on the bed, but she gave into another temptation. Her smooth pussy had excited her, so she fetched out the camera and took plenty of photos of her lovely nude body. Many were very explicitly concentrated on her cunt, both closed like a little girl's and gently spread to allow her inner lips to flower again. Others were of the whole of her, both standing in front of the mirrors in the bedroom and posing on the bed. By using the delay, she could take nice pics of herself from behind as she kneeled and spread her legs. She'd look at them when she was alone. Another excuse for a private session...

She carefully saved the photos in her secret folder on the PC. God knows what she'd say if Doug ever found them. It was a little sexy ritual she'd been doing for years. Heavens, tucked away carefully in her lingerie drawer she had Polaroids Candy had taken of her when she'd still been at school! God; Doug would be so shocked to find those. He'd be so disappointed in her...

And she knew what she was about to do. It was only sensible to check whether they were still safe... She felt to the back of her drawer and her finger closed around the packet with that familiar thrill. Just checking that they're still safe... Makes sense just to look inside to reassure herself that they're still all there... And there she was, from all that time ago. Her girly grin shining out down the years, love for her friend burning from her eyes. Kneeling on the bed, cupping her adolescent breasts (quite nice, even then, she noted!); here showing her butt and glistening pussy to Candy; some more, close ups, with her fingers deep inside her; and then others, taken shortly after, with her licking her fingers. Nearly one hundred in total, documenting a few months' young love, exhibiting herself in eager but fairly unsophisticated poses for her beautiful lover. Oh God, even now Cheryl could feel the ache in her belly. 

And here were the most explicit, taken only days before the crushing news that shattered that summer - a few pics of each of them licking the other's pussy. She remembered with a smile that they messed about with the camera's self-timer for ages to get those shots right - but she was still impressed with the results even now. The love shone out from their eyes and there was nothing posed about the enthusiasm - they couldn't have buried their mouths any deeper in their lovers' cunts. She could actually see Candy's juice glistening on Cheryl's nose in one shot.

It was familiar, the mix of emotions whenever she took this journey back in time. Yes; her hand had strayed down and yes, her fingers were sticky again but it was almost a fondle for comfort. Of equal intensity was this longing, still, for a youthful intense love that had been denied them. True; she now enjoyed herself every week or so with India from the gym for a few hours but she knew that she'd never ever replace Candy in her heart.

That realisation served to put Cheryl's "sensible head" back on. She self-consciously gave a little cough; stood up sharply and gave herself a little talking to. Time was moving on and she had plenty to do to prepare for her special night with Doug.

To be continued...