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Beth

By: James P



Like many college students I had a cash flow problem. My solution was to become a resident advisor for the college. I got a nice paycheck, a nice room all to myself and best of all I got to work under Beth. Beth was a recent grad who worked for the college as one of the hall directors. When I met her, my first passing impression was that she reminded me of a much younger girl. She was about 5'5" short straight brown hair and brown eyes that just smiled at you. She was very thin weighing maybe 95 lbs. My eyes often strayed to her small a-cup breasts that barely poked through her tee shirts, or her smooth shaved legs. 

Though I was attracted to her the first year I worked with her, I never thought to do anything about it, as I already had a girlfriend. My second year was different.

That winter, my girlfriend and I had broke up, and my schoolwork began to suffer. So Beth called me in for a meeting about my situation. Beth worked out of an office during the day but stayed in her own on-campus apartment (which was more of a house unto itself) at night. This was where our meeting was to take place. I walked up to her door and rang the bell. She answered wearing a large sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. "It's still snowing I see, sorry to make come out in this weather." She said.

"Oh it's not a problem." I responded as I entered her house. She led me into her living room and motioned for me to sit down on the couch. 

"Can I get you anything to drink?" She asked 

"No thanks I am all set." 

She smiled shrugged her shoulders and then sat down on the couch next to me. We began talking, mostly niceties at first and then she began to probe me for information on how I was really doing. So I told her about the breakup and how it was weird to finally be alone after two years with my ex. I noticed that she reacted but tried to hide what she was thinking when I first mentioned it. But that from that point on she seemed distracted.

After I finished telling her about what had happened, I asked her what was on her mind, as she seemed preoccupied. She blew my question off knowing and stood up, a playful smile played upon her face and she asked me again if I wanted something to drink. Again I politely refused. She left the room for the kitchen. I thought nothing of it until she came back in carrying two glasses and a bottle of red wine. She wordlessly set them down on the end table in front of us and poured us both a full glass. Then she turned around and handed one to me. 

"Here this will take your mind off your troubles."

I was a bit surprised by the gesture and even more so when she pushed my hand up to my mouth. I took a polite sip of the wine and put it down on the table. For this I received a disapproving look. "Now look here," she said, "I am trying to loosen you up. I can't do that if you fight me the whole way. Now finish your drink." I did as she ordered and she refilled my glass. 

I almost laughed; these actions seemed so out of character for the Beth I knew. I noticed that though Beth always sits on the couch like a little girl with her legs tucked underneath her and that this was how she was sitting now, it seemed different, not nearly as childlike in some way. She began to talk to me about wine and music. I cracked some jokes and she laughed, and as she was laughing she let her hand fall on mine. This contact itself wouldn't have struck me as odd, but what did was that she left it there. I looked from her hand to her eyes. She gave me this serious look and then a slight crooked smile. Her hand left mine and traveled up my shoulder to my face. 

I was completely speechless, I could only watch as she leaned her face towards mine. Her lips touched mine; instinctively I kissed her back. The hand she had on my face moved to the back of my head as she began to pull me towards her. When I finally pulled away from the kiss and opened my eyes, I realized that I was nearly on top of her. Her back was against the corner of the couch and I was leaning over her. Her eyes were staring at me with passion. It took me back for a second. But a second was I had.

"What are you waiting for?" she said as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me to her once again.

This time I went for it, no more hesitation. I kissed her right back. I pushed my tongue between her lips, her tongue was there waiting for me. Her soft lips and tongue moved sensually against my own mouth. Her hands ran over my back pulling my body close to hers. I decided that I was going to see just how far she was going to take this. I took my right hand and slowly moved it up underneath her sweatshirt. The warmth of her skin urged me on as my hand traveled up her back. I pulled her body closer to mine to feel her against me. 

My hand began to slide around to her stomach then up her chest. When my fingers were finally able to caress her small breasts and firm nipples she let out a small gasp. I used this break to remove her shirt, which she helped me with readily. It seemed to inspire her because next I knew my shirt and pants were lying on the floor. She kissed me hard biting my lip and slipped her hand into mine. 

"I think its time we go upstairs," she said suggestively.

I nodded and wordlessly allowed her to lead me up to her bedroom. We walked in and when I saw her bed, I knew what I had to do. She still held my hand, so I pulled her to me. I bent down, locked mouths with her and picked her up so her legs wrapped around me. I moved quickly to the bed and put her hastily down on it. She still had her jeans on, so I had to remedy that. After her panties were removed I got my first glimpse of Beth's pussy. It was quite a sight, trimmed but not shaven, and I could tell she was turned on.

I could resist no longer; I dove in my mouth kissing all around her vaginal lips, my tongue flicking lightly across the hood of her clit. Frequent gasps and moans escaped from her mouth when my warm tongue would brush against her pink tenderness. 

"Stop teasing me," she pleaded, as she pushed my face down into her. Needing no more coaxing I began to lick her wet hot pussy. She had a wonderful taste I plunged my tongue as deep into her as I could, then I started thrusting in and out. I really wanted to hear her cum so I traced my tongue up to clit. I began to lick and suck, my intensity building with her screams of pleasure as they built up, urging me on. A nearly out of breath 'Oh my God!' signaled her cum. But it was her screams that let me know she was cumming really hard.

When her orgasm subsided, I crawled over her. Her face was flushed red and she was breathing heavily trying to recover. I smiled and waited enjoying every minute. 

Without a word she reached up and violently pulled my face to hers. Her other hand reached to grasp my cock, which was still in my boxers. She paused, "I haven't said hello to him yet, I almost forgot." She nudged me off her and on to my back. Before I knew it my boxers were off and my cock was in her hand. A smile came across her face as she started to run her hot tongue up my shaft. Then up over the head. Her mouth encircled my cock. I could feel her tongue massaging it as she moved her head up and down. I was hard as a rock now, she sensed this and after this brief blowjob she knelt up.

"I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer." That was all she said. She moved up and positioned her hips right above my cock. I could feel my tip pushing lightly at her outer lips. That lasted only for a second, as soon as Beth got my cock exactly where she wanted it, she slid down the entire length. Her eyes shut, she breathed in sharply, and then she started bouncing violently on top of me. I reached up and cupped her tiny breasts; my thumb rolled the tip of her nipple. 

I had always suspected Beth was a screamer and I was delighted to find I was right. As her yells mounted I could sense her impending orgasm. I removed my hands from her tits and gripped her ass, with a tight hold I started to thrust my hips into her. With one long scream her vaginal walls tightened around my cock. 

After her cum she nearly collapsed on my chest. A few moments passed as she caught her breath. When she was back in control of herself she looked me in the eyes and kissed me. Meanwhile she started pushing her hips back and forth, fucking me again. I would have none of it; I wrapped my arms around her and turned us over so I was on top. I fucked her for a time in missionary position. Then I brought her legs up and placed them on my shoulders I started off slowly and built up until I was fucking her nearly as hard as I could. For such a tiny girl she could really take a fucking. 

"I'm going to cum soon." I told her.

"Pull out now," She said. 

So I withdrew my cock and laid down next to her. She sat up and bent over my cock. She took my cock in her mouth, still wet with her juices, and sucked it. She caught the first spurt of cum in her mouth then pulled off and jerked me till I was spent. 

Beth pulled up next to me and said, "I'd wanted to do that for so long." She kissed me.

We laid with each other kissing for awhile. We had sex several more times that night. But that was not the end...

Beth



My mother is the shyest person I know. She's a lovely person with a beautiful heart but quiet is loud for her. It's only in the last six months that she's even taken to being called Beth; it was always Elizabeth. Probably a lot of it stems from her formal upbringing and domineering parents. They told her what to wear, what to say and even whom to marry.

That didn't work out so well. He left her and me and my older brother Corey after four years. She loved us both but she spoiled me; she held on to me for all my eighteen years - literally. When I was younger I thought everybody's mother sat with their arms around their daughters and held them all night long. I was her 'baby doll', her Jenna. It may have been strange but I always knew I was loved.

We lived a typical suburban life until I discovered the deep feelings that welled beneath my mother's quiet exterior. I know when you tell a story the characters should change or grow to make it interesting but this isn't about a 'character' it's about my mother and she's still shy and quiet even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I've confided always ask how we first became intimate. That's not what this is about but I'll give you the short version. She loves to read and she instilled that love in me. She has a hundreds of books in her bedroom and one day I was flipping through the paperbacks when something behind them fell. I fished it out and it was a book on incest. 

It was written by a Stanford researcher and I was intrigued and took it to my room where I spent most of the night caught in its spell. The book had three parts. I didn't read any of the first part because I found it too upsetting. It dealt with abusers. I don't believe in the death penalty but anyone who forces sex on a minor should be shot – but only after they suffer the tortures of the damned. The second part talked about consensual loving relationships between adults and the third was interviews with couples.

The interviews got to me. I was excited by them because they resonated in me. People were talking about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to grips with myself. This wasn't fiction but real people who loved and wanted and acted despite societies prohibitions. That was the first night I ever masturbated with my mother's picture in my mind: sucking her daughter and her daughter sucking her. I went out the next day and bought five books of incest erotica.

I debated with myself if I should tell Corey how I felt. Corey was everything an older brother should be. I could talk to him and I always knew that whatever he did or said was because he wanted the best for me. So it wasn't a shock when I came home early one day and saw them kissing with his hand under her blouse – it was devastation. I couldn't breathe for two days.

I don't want to mislead you because I know that in most of the stories I read everyone ends up fucking happily ever after. We don't all end up in bed together and Corey and I kiss on the cheek once a year on our birthdays. I did talk to him though - about everything. 

Corey lived in the next town and I just couldn't say these things face to face so I called him. We talked for two hours the first time. I can still remember almost every word. I said, "Corey, what's up with you and mom and please don't say 'what do you mean'?"

He hesitated and asked me, "What do you know?"

"I saw you Monday at the house."

"Ok Jen…look, it's not a big thing anymore. About a year ago we sort of got involved and now it's a very 'once in a while' thing."

"How involved Corey?"

"How much detail do you want Jen?"

"I want it all and I promise I'll tell you why later but I want it all."

"Oh God…all right, you asked for it. It started the weekend you went to Diane's. Mom didn't want to stay alone and she asked me to stay over. The first night I heard noises coming from her room and I thought she was having a nightmare or something but when I got up to door I heard her masturbating with a vibrator. I got turned on when I heard her come. We spent the next day together and all I could do was look at her body. That night I heard the vibrator going again and I walked in and took her hand and put it between my legs. I said to her, 'mom why are you using that plastic thing when I have this for you'?"

"She went on about how we shouldn't but she didn't put up much resistance. I knew she was pretty lonely. It went on for a while but she's very conflicted about it. Most of the time she refuses me and she's never initiated sex between us but I can tell when she wants to be touched. On Monday when I came over she was in her nightgown and I went up behind her and kissed her shoulders. I unbuttoned her and when she was naked she sort of covered herself with her hands and said, 'Corey I shouldn't let you do this to me'."

"I said, 'Do what ma?'- we go through that every time I touch her."

"I put myself on her and probably said things like: 'You mean putting my fingers in you or kissing your neck or this…' then I put myself in her and asked her if I should stop. She usually moves on me for a little while and then says, 'yes stop…please stop' so I stop. I don't think she came more than twice in all those months but usually she touched me until I came. Well Jenna I guess that's more than you bargained for."

That was the second time in a week that I had held my breath for so long I was dizzy. I finally told Corey about my feelings for mom and he said, "Man this is a new definition for 'nuclear family'… Jen I don't know what to tell you except maybe you should wait until you're a little older before you get involved with something like this."

"I know Corey but I'm not a kid and I know what I feel. The only good relationships I've ever had were with other women and I just love her so much."

"Just curious Jen, did you have a thing with Mrs.Canavo?"

"For a little while."

"Yeah I thought so…anyway maybe with mom it's just because you're so close and it's not really…"

"Corey, if you're going to be stupid it's not going to help me at all. I know the difference. Just tell me how I should tell her."

"Well...if you're serious then don't talk to her about it because she'll just talk forever about how you shouldn't and she shouldn't - even if she wants you that way… I don't know…just kiss her or something."

I thought about what he said and didn't think I could just walk up to my mother and stick my tongue in her mouth - but it almost happened that way. About a week later it was a Friday night and mom had made my favorite pasta concoction and lemon pie. We were watching a video and I just hugged her and said, "Mom I love you. You really take good care of me." I kissed her soft lips quickly and told her, "I want to take care of you too."

I held her around and she buried her face in my neck "Sweet Jenna" she said. I felt a few warm tears and kissed her longer. She didn't protest.

My mother's touch was gossamer and her hands were velvet on my skin. We touched for a long time and I undressed her. She didn't protest.

I searched out her wet center with my tongue and found sweet honey dripping for me. I lifted her hood and kissed inside the opening flower. Her pink nub responded and swelled. I took my mother in my mouth. She came for me. She didn't protest.

We made love for hours. We had love for hours. We were love for hours. 

My mother beautified my breasts with her words and touch. My nipples engorged for her. When she loved me with her fingers my clit filled for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn't expect it so quickly and it hit like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me with my second and loved me into my last. 

Before dawn she tried to 'confess'. "Jenna I have to tell you something… it's over now but I was with…"

I stopped her. "I know mom…none of it matters…only this matters."

"This" is what we shared for two years until she met Mr.Almendros and didn't that make my brown eyes green. He was a new lawyer at the firm where mom was a legal secretary. It started with Mr. Almendros this and Mr.Almendros that. When I got 'twitchy' every time she'd mention his name, mom took the hint and stopped talking about him. That didn't keep her from going to concerts with him every few weeks.

When I brought it up it was always 'nothing' and when she came home late it was always 'coffee'. One night after having love with my mother I asked her if she still wanted men. She hesitated and said, "Well I guess I'm attracted to men if that's what you mean but that has nothing to do with us Jenna. I love you."

I thought about it a lot and I wondered what it must be like to be 'Bi'. I couldn't imagine it. It's hard enough to be assessing your sexual feelings towards half the people you meet. What could it be like to have the whole fucking world on your plate? At any rate I probably never went in to it with mom because I was afraid of what I might hear.

That didn't prevent me from going into it with me – ad nauseam. I imagined everything imaginable and then some. The green eyed monster started to show its ugly head when we were in bed. Mom didn't understand my roughness with her. She thought it was a 'sex' thing for me so she let me do her to the point of soreness. 

When I finally met Mr. Almendros I was fit to kill. City Museum had a showing of Van Gogh and we all went. Mom was off looking at something and Mr. Almendros was attempting to be charming. It wasn't working. When he started telling me what a terrific woman my mother was he finished with, "She's a real hot ticket."

That finished me. This dickhead is telling me my mother's a 'hot ticket'? I wanted to say "Screw you Mr. A… (Not Almendros) but I just walked away. 

When we got home I was furious and on the verge of tears. My mother came to kiss me and I lit into her. "You bitch, how could you sleep with that…?"

She turned pale and said, "Jenna what are talking about?"

I blubbered into a long probably incoherent ramble: "Sure, you don't know…he told me what a 'hot ticket' you are so why don't you just go and screw him… how could you go to bed with him and then sleep with me…you don't care…On and on I went until my mother stopped me.

When the color returned to her face she laughed. "Baby doll…sweetheart… I never slept with him or anybody else since the first time with you. I would never do that to you; you're my love. I don't know what he told you but all we do is talk. Maybe I told me more than I should have about my ideas on sex but it was always in general, never personal. I don't know what else he could mean by 'hot ticket' except that. Oh baby, come here."

I knew by just looking at her face what an idiot I'd been. She kissed me endlessly only stopping to joke, "I'm a bitch huh?"

"I'm sorry mom…" She stopped my mouth with kisses.

It was the first time in my life I ever had 'make-up' sex with anyone. I can almost understand why couples fight. The intensity was amazing. Wherever my mother touched me the nerve endings fired. I no longer had sensitive spots. My whole body felt like the ends of my nipples. 

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body felt like velvet against mine. She ran her soft hands down my back as we kissed. She caressed my ass and put a finger to the smaller opening. She teased it and I was relieved and pleasured when her finger went in. She had never done that and I told her "That feels good mom…I like it…I like your fingers in me…"

"Yes sweet Jenna…I'm here for you…whatever you want my baby…"

She touched me forever and I climbed to a place I'd never been. I shifted my position on the bed so we could be in each other's mouth. I licked her thighs and the perfumed heat came off her body. I tasted the juice that was so sweet to me, the juice that sat in fine droplets on the ends of her pubic hair. She slathered the opening I kept shaved for her. She loved to run her tongue along my bare pussy. I loved her to run her tongue along my bare pussy.

As she sucked on me I heard myself calling her over the ecstatic rush in my head. "Mother…mother…mother…"

When we make love this way I usually try to time myself to come with her. This time I was lost to time. All I could do was feel: her tongue rubbing my clit, her finger in me, her flower in my mouth. I don't know who came first but I heard us both moaning for what seemed an eternity. The memory of us loving each other through that night gets me through a lot of days. 

We've had love together for three years now and mother is still the most quiet, shy and sweetest person I know. Sometimes it's wonderful when things don't change.



Beth



This was fun! Let's watch a movie and have a sleepover, she said as we finished cleaning up the kitchen which was a mess from our cookie baking marathon. Sounds good! Got any pornos? I joked. We both giggled hysterically as we mimicked the motions of blowjobs and sex. We were home on break from our first year in college and hadn't seen each other since the summer. We popped in the movie and munched on popcorn, distracted by talking about the boys we liked in school. 

Beth was my best friend since kindergarten. We were both blonde and developed much earlier than the other girls in school. We bought our first bras together, got our periods together, tried smoking together...both of us were virgins and held firm to the unrealistic belief that we would stay that way until we married. 

After the movie we moved to her bedroom to paint each other's finger and toenails. As she finished up the bright red polish on my toes, she reached out to touch my leg and commented on how smooth my skin was. The unexpectedly pleasant sensation of her warm hand gave me goose bumps. She noticed and looked up at me with a little smile. Want to trade backrubs, she asked? Sure, I replied, happy to have something else to concentrate on. Take off your tank top, she said.

I complied and laid belly down on her bed, tugging down my shorts which had ridden up my ass a little. All I have is baby oil, is that ok? Yeah, I said, we can shower afterwards if it gets too messy. She climbed onto the bed, kneeled by my side and squirted the oil onto my back. I closed my eyes as she started to stroke my back and exhaled a contented sigh. You like that, she asked? Feels so good, I whispered. She continued to rub, long slow strokes up and down my back. I felt the bed bounce as she moved to kneel at my head as she rubbed my shoulders. I opened my eyes and found myself staring straight at her naked pussy. I was startled, but couldn't help but stare at her pink lips and sprinkling of soft blonde hairs. When did you take off your pajamas? I asked. She just giggled and continued to rub my shoulders and back. Every time she reached her body over mine to get to my lower back, I could smell the scent of her and was shocked to feel myself get tingly. Hold still, she said as I started to squirm. I'm done with your back, she said. Want me to rub some on your legs? Sure, I said as I anticipated her warm hands stroking my legs. 

Have you ever thought about kissing a girl, she asked? I wasn't sure how to answer that so I just said, I don't know. Have you? Sometimes, she answered. I just wonder what it would feel like. I started to ask if she thought it would be weird, but never got to finish my sentence as I felt her rubbing the baby oil into my inner thighs. I gasped. Feel good, she asked? All I could do was nod. How about this? she asked as she slowly stroked her way from my thighs up to my belly. Yes, I managed to say. And this? she asked as she moved up to my tits and flicked my nipples to attention. I moaned loudly, overcome with the sensation. She leaned down so her tits rubbed and squished against mine and lightly dropped a kiss on my mouth. My eyes flew open and stared into hers. I tentatively lifted my head and took her bottom lip between my teeth. It was her turn to close her eyes and moan and I inhaled her sweet breath. She reached out her tongue and licked it along my upper lip. I grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her firmly down to my waiting, open mouth. We stayed that way for a while, experimenting with our lips and tongues, both of us squirming now. She lifted off of me and trailed kisses down my tits and belly. 

I couldn't believe this was happening. I've never really thought about having sex with a girl, but here I was crazy with desire wanting her to touch and lick every inch of me. She dragged my shorts down my legs and I kicked them off onto the floor. She brought her lips to mine again and reached down to rub my dripping pussy lips and clit. I was squirming so uncontrollably that I nearly dumped her off of me. Easy, she whispered as she dipped a finger inside and held it there for a moment. I moaned into her mouth as she started to move her finger in and out, rubbing my juices all over. She slowly moved down and took my nipple into her mouth. My back arched uncontrollably as she nibbled and sucked each one while still fucking my pussy with her fingers. 

Open your eyes, she said. I stared as she licked my wetness off of her finger. My pussy was aching from her touch and I replaced her fingers with my own. Kiss me, I said and she leaned down and let me lick my juices off of her lips. She moved down between my legs and watched me fuck myself, sometimes adding her own fingers to mine. Suddenly, I felt her take one of my pussy lips into her mouth. Yes! I moaned as she moved to the other side. She spread my dripping lips with her fingers and licked long, slow strokes over my clit. My head whipped back and forth as I cried out from the pleasure. She reached up to cover my mouth with her hand and said be quiet..you'll wake up my parents! I covered my mouth with my hands and tried to keep quiet as she continued to lick and suck and dip her tongue into my pussy until I felt that familiar tingling deep inside. Mmmmm...yesssss....I'm going to cum! I yelled behind my hands. She pushed her tongue farther into my slippery pussy and my entire body tensed. I reached down to hold her head as I forced my pulsing pussy harder against her mouth. 

After, I lay there exhausted, trying to catch my breath. I felt her climb back up my sweating, quivering body, her nipples dragging against my skin. She dipped her head once more to let me lick my cum from her lips and tongue, then fell back on the bed. Too tired to speak, we both drifted off to sleep. 



Beth



This is pure fantasy. I do not condone rape, abuse, slavery (unless that is your kink and everyone is consenting) or violence against anyone.

Again, this is a fantasy. Of mine. If you don't like that see your way out.

You can contact me about the story, but I may not contact you in return. I am not into casual sex, I don't want to talk about casual sex, I have no interest in talking about casual sex.

Please read my profile before you message me.

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He's been keeping an eye on her all night. Watching while her friends left her alone with their bags and coats at the table, while she sipped her drink casting around looking to see if anyone would talk to her - none had. Shame for them, more for him. Her friends had a pattern, the one with the long blonde hair periodically returned to the table, spoke their chubby friend, and off she went again. The red haired one didn't come back at all.

If he timed this right, he would never be seen.

"Not her," his companion remarked sternly, "I don't like the fat ones."

"Then don't join us." Simple fact, he enjoyed the round ones, he liked watching their tits bounce, how they squealed when their cunts were filled with cock and toys. He liked breaking them in, enjoying the way they begged him not to cum inside them. He learned quickly, the chubby girls were never on the pill.

His companion scowled, "I've been doing this just as long as you have."

"And we don't change the pattern, you know that. Shut up and deal with it." He ran a hand through his hair, he was the youngest of the group - forty four - but he'd been the one to come up with the plan and the one to execute it. The rules were simple, never choose the girl with lots of friends. They would be missed before there was time to get them out the door. Never choose a girl too thin to take the punishment. His friends were rough, and they played rough. They needed a girl who could and would be able to take a pounding and still be in one piece afterward.

"You want to do it," his companion asked, "or should I?"

Last rule, never get caught. He never had been.

"I'll do it."

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Her arms were sore, that was the first coherent thought that came to her. Her arms were sore and the bed was rocking slowly. Ugh...she felt sick. She opened her mouth to breathe in, and found it difficult. There was something- was that a t-shirt in her mouth? Why did she have a t-shirt in her mouth? The rocking picked up, and faint sounds reached her in the small bubble of wakefulness. She had something in her ears! And her eyes were covered. What? What the hell?

She reached to take whatever it was covering her eyes off and found her hands loosely bound together. The bindings weren't tight enough to be painful, but tight enough she couldn't move her hands right. Her heart began to pound. What was going on? What happened?

Cold air breezed across her exposed legs. Her pants were gone? She kicked her legs and found they too were bound, again not tightly - not so that she'd ever have been aware of it until she tried to move.

Oh god what happened?

The rocking intensified, and through whatever was covering her ears she heard grunting and slapping skin and wet sounds. She could almost hear words, but they were muffled by the ear plugs. They were saying things, two distinct voices saying things but she couldn't understand them.

Fear shot down her spine. 

Air, cool air, across her exposed stomach and the tops of her breasts. Her bra was still on and when she wiggled she found her panties were as well. Tears formed in her eyes. No. No. No.

Finally, mercifully, the rocking stopped.

As did the cover over her eyes. She blinked against the light, wincing at the brightness. Hands removed the plugs from her ears but the gag in her mouth stayed put. It took only a few moments for her senses to adjust, but it was too long and far too late to save her.

She saw people milling around, men in various states of undress and a woman or two scattered throughout. The women were being fucked. A girl was bent over a table facing away from her being pounded by a man with dark skin and log dark hair. Another girl was nearly upside down on a bed, her head hanging off while one man pounded her pussy and another shoved his cock down her throat. The girl gagged, hands pushing at his stomach, thighs, to get him away.

Tears formed, no. No. This couldn't be happening.

"Awake are we?"

That voice. That was the voice of the guy who bought her a drink. He couldn't have slipped her something, the waitress brought it over. She watched from the table when the bartender made it. He didn't have a chance to slip something into her drink! No!

"Don't worry dear; I only gave you a sedative. It won't interfere with our fun tonight."

Fun? Oh god. No.

"First," he sat down next to her, "how old are you? I forgot to take your purse when we left. Use your fingers to indicate your age. Left hand for the first digit, right hand for the second."

Her eyes widened. We left? He kidnapped her! He assaulted her! She shook her head, jerking again at her bonds. The hell with this. No.

He shook his head, "This is going to go one of two ways. Either you can cooperate and enjoy yourself or we can enjoy you while you ride high on my own special cocktail of sedatives and caffeine pills." He pointed to the girl on the bed being used by the two men, "She opted for the cocktail." He pointed to the woman on the table, her face pressed against the wood, one arm twisted into the air to keep her in place while the man behind her grunted and pounded against her bottom, "so did she."

He turned her head so that she could see the girl next to her in the bed, the girl's head bobbed up and down on another man's cock. He had her hair gathered in one hand while the other gently pushed at the back of her head. 

"She agreed to do what she was told." Her head was turned back to the man that drugged her, "now then, the cocktail? I'll warn you it will keep you wide awake for what we're doing. You won't be able to drift off into sleep. Most of us enjoy our women awake, not that we won't enjoy you passed out - it's just more fun if you're awake."

She swallowed hard, her throat constricting tightly as the tears came.

"Hard or easy sweet girl, only two choices here."

Very slowly she unclenched her fingers and signed 33.

He stroked her hair away from her face, "Good girl. Are you on any form of birth control? Both hands in fists for no, palms open for yes."

A sob stuck in her throat. She closed both fists.

"Good girl," he pressed a kiss to her cheek, "so good. You're going to enjoy cumming on my cock, I promise. And if you're very, very good I'll give you a morning after pill tomorrow to make sure you don't get pregnant. Nod if you understand."

She nodded slowly.

More tender touches from him, "Now, when was the last time you were fucked? One day ago?"

She shook her head.

"One week?"

Again she shook her head.

"Month?"

The excitement in his eyes scared her when she shook her head again.

"Longer than six months?"

She nodded slowly.

"Longer than one year?"

Another nod.

His cock was pressing against his jeans now, an obvious bulge.

"How many years has it been sweet girl?"

Hands shaking, she signed 4.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy you so much. You may as well be a virgin it's been so long." His hand slipped between her thighs. He rubbed her pussy through her panties, thumb circling her clit. 

"We're going to use you over and over tonight. Every hole."

Tears slid down her cheeks. He licked them up then pressed kisses to her eyelids.

Shamefully her panties began to dampen. Her clit hardened enjoying his flicking and stroking. Her hips moved of their own volition. No, she didn't want to respond. This was wrong. This was so very wrong. 

He stood up, removed his shirt, pants and boxers. "Our newest arrival is awake," he announced to the room. "She hasn't had sex in four years."

Hoots, hollers and leering came her way. She looked down away from everything and everyone.

She shouldn't have.

The bed moved, he was kneeling in front of her now, he gathered her legs and held them up in the air before setting them both on one of his shoulders. Her panties were pulled up and away to give him access. His cock was in his other hand. He smiled a little, a ghost of a smile, and said, "When we're done, you'll be my cream filled whore."

Someone else grabbed her shoulders, pinning them above her head to keep her from moving.

He raised the hand holding his cock to his mouth, spat on it, and rubbed the spittle against his cock. "Watch me sweet girl, or I'll let someone whip you with their belt and I'll fuck you after."

She watched, out of fear and in fear. Oh god no.

He pushed forward into her folds the slight dampness from his earlier attention aided by the slickness of his saliva. He was bigger than she'd had before, he had to be it hurt as the bulbous head found her entrance and pressed inward. She tried to wiggle away but him holding her legs like that, the other person pinning her down kept her in place. It hurt like a raw scrape up her insides as he continued up and in, he sawed himself in and out a handful of times until his cock nestled into her pussy. "Yesss," he hissed, "tighter than a virgin."

People laughed.

Someone played with her breasts, but she couldn't be bothered looking at them. The man inside her pumped himself in and out again rubbing her raw. It hurt, it hurt. Tears streamed down her face, her head shaking side to side. Her inner walls clenched against the intrusion, which he must have mistook for excitement because the fucking started immediately after the first ripple. He thrust deeply bumping something inside her - her cervix! He couldn't be that big! - that made her jump and try to move again. His eyes closed as he enjoyed himself, pumping and thrusting and somewhere in the middle of it her pussy began to slicken.

He groaned a low deep sound and leaned forward, bending her in half to give himself deeper access. She felt him rubbing a spot that made the pain lessen and an involuntary cry of surprise erupted from her lips. Every thrust rubbed against the same spot, pleasure curling and twisting in her stomach. She felt him reach between them and rub her clit again, quick flicks followed by circular rubs...and oh god no, no she wasn't going to come. Not for him. No.

Her spine bowed, the pleasure slamming through her body at the same time he began to pick up his pace. Grunting and thrusting harder, he managed to speak and say, "Worthless little cumbuket."

The person holding her down murmured, "Cunt."

Someone else grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing a sensitive nipple, "Whore."

The man inside her slammed forward hard and grunted, "Bitch."

She came crashing down, her whole body shaking as her body seized with the most powerful orgasm she'd ever felt. At the same time he groaned again, deep and low and savage, emptying his balls of seed and coating her womb with it. He gave a few shallow thrusts to make certain she had it all inside her before pulling out. Had this been a private event, and she his personal slave he would have put a few pillows under her hips and kept her legs elevated to make certain his seed took root. This, however, was not a private event but a group one and he unfortunately had to share her with several other men before sun up. Perhaps after...

He slapped one of her breasts, heavy large breasts that only a woman with more weight on her hips could have. "Whore creamed all over my cock."

More laughing.

Another man approached, cock in hand as well, bigger, thicker, "She need a stretching?"

"Be my guest."

This man would be too large, much too large! He held a monster in his hand, thick as a wrist and long enough to need more than a hand to hold it all. No! Again she squirmed trying to move away and failing. She was stuck, not just by the person holding her down - another man who's cock was being ridden by another girl who was quite obviously enjoying it - but by the rope on her hands and feet.

"Tight bitches scream for me," the man with the horse sized dick told her as he took his place in front of her on the bed. He did not use the same position, instead turning her hips, twisting her spine into an incredibly uncomfortable way, pushing her knees up so she was curled into a mostly fetal position. He placed the head of his large dick at the entrance to her womb, "I'll come harder if you cry."

And cry she did.

Without preamble or ceremony he thrust the first few inches into her. She screamed against the gag, eliciting laughs and cheers from the men around her. Sore from the previous fucking, her inner walls tightened to keep the intruder out but they failed against his size, his girth, his length as he pressed deeper. "Oh yeah," he leaned down licking the saline of her tears off her face, "oh baby you're getting me so hot. That's it, cry, and tell daddy how much it hurts when he fucks your cunt." Shallow thrusts forced more and more of the monster cock inside her, she squirmed wiggling and trying to claw at the arms holding her down. He thrust harder; she gagged on another scream of agony. Too deep! While the previous man had bumped her cervix once upon entry this man felt like he was trying to enter it as well.

He let go a few frustrated grunts, looking down at himself inside her his brow furrowed, "Still got another few inches here baby." He pressed a kiss to her nose, to each of her cheeks, "Come on baby, don't be such a bitch, let daddy all the way in and he won't use your ass later."

He took the breast freed from her bra and squeezed it in one hand, placed the other on her hip for leverage and gave one hard thrust forward. She screamed again, harder this time, certain he must have ripped her insides up with his huge cock. Again and again, the tears streamed down her face which only seemed to excite him more. "Such a good girl for daddy, look at those tears..." he closed his eyes shuddering, "you're all wet for daddy. Daddy's whore gets wetter when she cries." He leaned down over her using the leverage to get as deep as possible, bumping her cervix with every thrust making her jump and squirm and plead against the gag for him to finish.

A hand went between her legs, fingers moving in little circles on her clit. No. No. She felt the pressure building despite the pain, despite the raw ripped up feeling inside her. It hurt but it felt good and no-god-no no no...

Someone whispered next to her ear, "Look at you, little worthless whore coming again like a rutting animal."

"Oh yeah, baby," the man inside her grunted, thrusting harder, faster, impossibly deeper, "daddy's cumbucket is gonna come all over daddy's cock like the good little bitch she is."

And she did. Hard and fast another orgasm rocked her body in spasms and shakes.

Her walls milked him of his seed, all of which he was too happy to deposit in her creamy hole. He roared like an animal as he emptied his balls into her. Afterward, when she shook from the pleasure and pain he caused her, he pressed more kisses to her face. "Later baby, daddy is going to show you how to deep throat." He slid out, finding pleasantly that he had not torn her up at all. Not an ounce of pink or red, just the clear sticky juices of his cum, her cum and the cum of her first fuck.

Very nice. The undamaged ones could be used again. He slapped her ass, large and dimpled, "Good girl."

The man holding her down moved finally, releasing his hold on her to further enjoy the woman riding him. That man held the woman's hip with one hand, and got the woman off with the other.

There would be no help from either of them.

Her spine ached as she righted herself. Her pussy felt puffy, sore and uncomfortable. Not to mention the leaking cum trailing down her lips to the crack of her ass. There were still so many people - naked men - here looking at her. They all had hard cocks, how was that possible?

"Viagra," the man that drugged her and brought her here said, "we each take one before our...sessions. It helps us enjoy the ladies longer." He held up scissors, "Let's get you more comfortable since you've been so good, hmm sweet girl?"

She thought he meant her bonds. He didn't.

He snipped off her panties with two quick metallic clicks. Her bra took several more cuts, it too was thrown to the floor leaving her naked. He massaged one of her breasts, "Look at these nipples. Thin women don't have teats like these. Maybe I'll make you moo for me later while someone milks them." The scissors pressed against her neck, then her cheek and slipped under the gag, "No screaming or it will be a ball gag next. Do you understand?"

She nodded quickly.

He clipped off the gag and threw it to the floor as well. "Now then, sweet girl, tell the truth, do you enjoy coming while someone takes you?"

Ashamed she looked down and away. "No."

He slapped one of her breasts with the cold steel of the scissor, "I said tell the truth."

Her breast stinging, "No!"

He sighed, "I'm thinking about giving you the cocktail. It will make you more responsive, more truthful." He opened the scissors the tiniest bit, pressing it down around one of her nipples, "One more time, and this time tell the truth. Did you enjoy being used for our enjoyment?"

Tears formed, trailing down her cheeks. Slowly she nodded her head.

He removed the scissors, "Good girl. Tell me your name sweet girl."

"Beth," she said, her voice hoarse from fear, crying and screaming.

"Hmmm, Beth," he licked her tears away, "you taste like peaches."



Beth



The following story recounts my second lesbian experience and is a true story. I have only been with two women; both very different, despite them both working in the sex industry. Natalie, who I have written about before, was outrageous, overly sexual and extroverted. Beth, this other girl, was shy and high-strung. She was a Penthouse Pet who was a third-year Medicine undergraduate. She hated the PR part of her job and attended the events that I was booked to reluctantly. She was five years older than me – 23 to my 18 years – and was elegant, mature. She was a bit intimidating at first but we got along well as she liked my sarcastic commentaries and rather nasty remarks towards some of the less suave male fans of the publication. 

I mentioned I found her very sexy to Nat, who I was dating at the time and Nat told me to seduce her! I couldn't quite believe her response but at this time, my self-confidence was at an all-time high. Nat made me feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman on earth. I also still had two boyfriends competing for my attention, although I was getting sick of the party boy antics of one of them. The work I was doing also inflated my ego – seeing hordes of men and women drool over me on a daily basis fed into my exhibitionistic side. I was doing promotional modelling work, really just dressing in skimpy outfits and representing brands like Penthouse Australia when they needed extras. I was working a nightclub promotional gig with Beth on the weekend and Nat suggested that I seduce her then! She even gave me the key to her apartment (I still lived with my parents!). Nat was going out all night and said she'd be home early in the morning, she'd sleep on the couch if we were in the bed together, unless Beth wanted more company?

I was nervous. I had seduced men before, it seemed too easy, but Beth was a real challenge to me. I took twice as long to get ready. I sat in my bedroom, in front of my lit make-up mirror, heavy metal blasting as I did dark smoky eye make-up and a dramatic brow. My platinum blonde hair brushed against my breasts in length, I curled some pieces and plaited some to twist around the tiara Penthouse gave me to wear. Nat bought me lots of underwear. She earned crazy money and was very generous, she liked her princess to look pretty (when I was allowed to wear panties!). I chose a sensuous black lace set with diamante detailing. I was happy with how I looked. I am small yet curvy, with 8G natural breasts and shapely long legs. My face is quite nice, I have high cheekbones, big blue eyes and large lips. I have a lot of fun playing up my features with makeup, like I did tonight. Penthouse had told me to wear a black singlet, short black skirt with black heels. I anticipated they would want me to wear a sash with something written on it – they seemed pretty hot on those things and it would match the tacky tiara. 

I got in my car and drove the hour to Nat's apartment and let myself in. She wasn't home, she was over at her friend's. She lived in a nice seaside inner city suburb, a sweet apartment with a beach view close to the main strip. Nat liked being close to the action. My family lived on the outskirts of my city, in a valley; pretty area but as an eighteen year old, I wished I lived in the city. I cleaned up a bit – Nat wasn't particularly tidy. I mixed myself a bourbon and diet cola, called a cab and stood on the balcony, watching the summer breeze play with the palms. I felt jittery as I sipped the drink and wondered whether I would be coming back here with Beth or not.

When I got to the club, at 9pm, it was too early to be busy. Beth was already there. She was always early, anxious and doing some of her medical school work in an inconspicuous spot. She didn't drink or do drugs or party – she just came to things with her bag of clothes and books, changed into jeans afterwards and drove home. Another reason Beth was a challenge for me to seduce! She was a bit taller than my five foot five, pretty pale skin (unlike a lot of other industry people who practically live in a solarium) and had long thick brown hair. Her face was incredible – big deep blue eyes, wide full mouth with a small perfect nose. The first thing you noticed was her beauty; then how intense she was. A lot of people found her high-strung personality and fast-thinking and talking weird or off-putting. I found it charming. If she hadn't lived in another city and just drove down to my city for the odd event, I would have liked to get to know her a whole lot better...

I sat next to her on a cramped couch in the staff area and we talked a bit. She was still quite shy with me, I don't think she quite knew what to make of me yet. She liked how I had done my hair and complimented my skills at beauty and hair stuff. I offered to do her hair and enjoyed every moment of twisting my fingers in her thick beautiful bronze hair. I made her laugh with my insults about the poxy two cent tiara and the irony of the world's cheapest signifier of class and royalty and shit. I stole some fresh roses from some nearby vases and put them in our hair, which delighted her. At ten o'clock, we went to see the co-sponsor, a big alcohol company and were given the sash we needed to wear across our chests. It had something stupid to say, as they always did, adding the word sex to the drink product. We giggled over it and she touched my bare arm lingeringly as she leaned against me. I felt goosebumps prickle all over me. She smelled lovely; I still think of her when I come across Givenchy's 'Organza' as it was her perfume – and at that moment, she looked over at me, with something in her eyes, like she was thinking about me sexually, maybe not for the first time. I had learned that the sex industry was full of gorgeous lesbians. It was not unlikely Beth was one of them – or at least, she was bi, like me...

We stood where we were meant to until a winner for some competition was announced on the stage and then we had to hand over the prizes, which were holidays and sky-diving, certificates and stuff, no giant checks or anything impressive looking. The prize winner was really drunk, he stank of garlic and body odour and he wouldn't stop hugging and groping us. Beth kept grimacing at me; she wasn't as used to this kind of crap as I was, this was perhaps the second or third promo gig she'd done. I hated the touchy-feely ones too but had learned to grin and bear it whilst I was being paid $150 an hour. Off the clock; the dude would be wearing a drink or something. We were booked to hand out samples of the drink for an hour, this would be a killer and then, we could leave.

The funny part of my work with Penthouse was that I was told to say that I had been photographed in the magazine and often, men would ask me for the issue number because they wanted to see me in nothing more than a staple and there seemed to be a lot of men with every issue released at home. I just made up some numbers and hoped they either forgot to look or I wouldn't see them again! I had been photographed, in lingerie and clothes, in lesser publications but never any of note. I had a lot of these queries tonight and Beth couldn't stop laughing at the increasingly absurd stories I was spinning. I pointed out the gorgeous massive posters of all her covers in the club, all the posters promoting her appearance and joked that those men ignored the hot Ferrari for the forbidden fruit, the seldom eroticised but still functional Volvo. She laughed at my dorky jokes and I melted. Perhaps we were going to spend the night together after all...

When we were out back, just the two of us and she was stepping into her jeans, I nervously asked her if she'd like to hang out and have a drink. She became nervous too and said, "Not alcohol. I hate drinking." I said we could do coffee, we were inside a huge entertainment complex and I knew lots of great coffee places. We ended up at a nice Italian spot, close to a chemist where I once worked for a while and used to have coffees with workers from other shops. Beth seemed jumpy and tense as we waited for our order and I wondered whether I had went too far. I tried to put her at ease, asking her questions about her family, which was a bad move as it was a sore spot. I reverted back to small talk and silly jokes, which seemed to relax her and after about twenty minutes, I was surprised when she asked if I'd like to share a piece of cake with her.

I watched her order at the counter, noticing how men and women openly stared at her, appreciating her lovely face and body. Even in loose jeans and a t-shirt, there was no hiding her beautiful hourglass shape. When the cake arrived, things got friendlier with us as we leaned in close and picked at the tiramisu. She became nervous again when she asked me if I was seeing anyone romantically. I said that was a complicated question. I didn't like the idea of someone 'owning me' and I am bi, so I was seeing a few people, nothing exclusive. I couldn't miss the way her face lit up. She lowered her eyes shyly and said she thought she was a lesbian but she had only kissed women. She had never been with men and didn't want to. She used the prize winner as an unfortunate example of finding men repulsive. I invited her back to the apartment. She said yes.

Beth drove us in her clean and well-maintained car back to Nat's apartment. She kept saying how nervous she was and I made a point of saying that I wasn't very experienced with women either. Beth was twenty-three, 'old' as far as she was concerned and she was anxious at not knowing the 'right moves'. I placed my hand on her thigh gently and said I didn't know any moves really, we'd learn them together. It was the right thing to say, she smiled and once we had found a park in the busy street, we walked up to the apartment. We were barely through the door when Beth kissed me on the mouth urgently. Her lips were pillowy, soft and lovely. Her tongue gently entered my mouth and tangled with mine. Her small hands roved over my body, stroking my breasts. My breathing quickened as I felt one of her hands go up my short skirt. I had fancied myself as the seducer here and it didn't seem to be playing out this way!

Her hand ran over my ass, squeezing and then, between my legs, caressing my pussy. She pulled back to take off my singlet, staring lustily at my breasts and kissing down towards them. Her fingers worked into my panties, stroking my slit. I moaned, running my hands down her beautiful body, trying to open the fly of her jeans, but she wasn't letting me, pulling back. "Where's the bed?" she whispered and I pulled away to find the light switch. She took my hand and I led her to the bedroom. I took off my high heels, which were biting into my bare feet and she pushed me onto the bed, taking one of my feet and rubbing it gently.

She kissed it softly and then started kissing my calf. I watched her, engrossed. Beth was so gorgeous, a Penthouse Pet and she was making love to me! Her thick glossy hair was in waves as she worked up my bare leg, opening my legs and winding up my very short skirt. She kissed my pussy through my lacy panties, her teeth pulling at them. Her fingers hooked into the elastic, pulling them away and exposing my bare waxed pussy. I sighed in pleasure as she started licking me, her tongue tentative and light at first, then more sure and keen. I responded to her, moaning and crying out as my orgasm built. She increased her intensity, focusing her tongue on my clit as I came, shouting my pleasure to the room. As I lay there, tingling, she climbed up and snuggled her face into my breasts. I kissed her hair, wishing she would give me her face so I could kiss her mouth.

I realised after a minute she was crying softly and tightened my embrace, stroking her hair. I felt confused about what to say or do. She popped her head up and kissed me on the mouth, her face pink and tears running down her face. I asked if she was OK and she said yes, but she wanted a break. I threw on an old t-shirt and denim cut-offs and we sat on the balcony, drinking diet cola and watching Saturday night life going on below us on the esplanade. Beth was really quiet and she admitted that she really enjoyed what we did, she just felt very emotional about it. I was used to being around people who saw sex as fun or flippant. After some talk, we went back to bed, wearing t-shirts and panties. We kissed and touched a little, I asked if I could go down on her and she said she couldn't do it. Beth seemed frightened to be touched on her pussy and I accepted this, wondering whether it was the inexperience thing or something else, something more sinister. I remembered how she acted when I brought up her family and felt sad. Beth slept in the same bed with me and left in the morning. We kissed a bit more, but she was anxious, not wholly into it. We exchanged numbers and Beth said she had loved going down on me, it had been so erotic. We had one last lingering long kiss and joked about seeing each other next time Penthouse had something tasteless to sell. 

I found a note from Nat on the kitchen counter: "Came home at 3 – saw you two, didn't want to wake you! Talk later oxoxoxox". Nat said when we met up that night that she would love to have a threesome with us that she found Beth breathtaking, but nothing ever came of it. I never did see Beth again. We called each other a little; she was always nervous about 'us' and how we had sex. It turns out her mother was a strict Christian who hates gays and her father had been violent and abusive towards her. Strangely, her parents were OK with her modelling? Beth couldn't go further with me and couldn't face her sexual identity. This knowledge explained a lot of her tics and intense personality to me. I often wonder how she is now, whether she has made peace...



Beth



Beth looked in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. The dark blue silk of the nightdress shimmered in the candlelight like moonlit water. She could feel the coolness against her skin and the contact with her nipples. Reaching up, she cupped her swollen breasts in her palms and squeezed them gently. In a moment she would call out, Andrew would enter and from that moment, until dawn, she would be his to use, to pleasure or otherwise, depending upon his whim.

Beth already knew that he was capable of both great kindness and great cruelty, though she sometimes could not decide which was which. Her pussy was already damp and sticky at the thought of his touch and she reached down to press the silk of her gown against the smooth baldness of her pussy. A tiny shudder ran through her body and she had to take a deep breath to keep from crying out as her pussy flooded with her sweet nectar.

"Andrew." Beth called, softly, and then stood, head bowed and facing the doorway.

Andrew stepped into the room and closed the door, turning the key in the lock. He walked over to her dressing table, the long robe flowing about his naked body. He pulled the stool from beneath the dressing table and arranged it in the space at the foot of the bed. Taking her arm he guided her to the stool, her back to the mirror.

"Kneel." Andrew ordered her, softly but very firmly.

Beth lowered herself to her knees, making sure that the hem of her nightdress did not become trapped under her knees. Andrew rested his hand on the back of her neck and pressed her forwards, so that she was bent over, her breasts pressed against the plush covering the seat of the stool. Beth could feel the fibres prickling against her hard, swollen nipples and she drew a soft hiss of breath between her teeth. Andrew reached down and took one wrist and then the other, pulling them behind her back and using a silk scarf, taken from his pocket, to bind them firmly together. 

Beth was almost helpless, with her hands behind her back, and her weight supported by the seat of the stool she could not rise to her feet without a considerable struggle. She relaxed as much as she could, trying to shut out the prickling sensation against her nipples. Andrew reached behind her and lifted the hem of her nightdress, pulling it up and over her back, so that her taut round buttocks were totally exposed. The pale curves of her cheeks seemed to glow in the candlelight and the cleft between hinted at deep, dark pleasures. Beth turned her head as she heard the scraping of a drawer being opened and flushed crimson as she realised that he had opened the drawer where se kept her toys. A brief rummage and Andrew found the three items he had been looking for. Carefully he laid the bottle of lubricant, a long, fat dildo and a medium sized anal plug on the bed. Next to them he laid a pair of thin , black, leather gloves, taken from the pocket of his robe. 

Parting the cheeks of her bottom with the fingertips of one hand, he pressed the nozzle of the lubricant bottle against the tight ring of her anus and squeezed gently to force a generous squirt of the slippery liquid into the entrance to her bowel. Beth snorted as she felt the cold, slimy, fluid penetrating her bottom and sighed quietly in relief. She had known Andrew, in his crueller moments, to roughly thrust his finger, or the plug into her tight, dry anus, relishing, it seemed her screams as she felt the burning friction. Not tonight though, as he seemed to be quite content to ease his exploration with the cooling oil. Beth wriggled a little as the liquid trickled deeper and then realised that he had discovered a new level of cruelty as her sensitive and swollen nipples rasped against the coarse material covering the top of the stool.

Beth bit her lip, as Andrew pulled the leather gloves over his hands and began to knead the tender cheeks of her bottom. She could feel him pulling against the skin, spreading them slowly and gently, so that her anus was gradually exposed and then opened for him to examine. The pressure on her bottom eased for a moment as Andrew reached out for something and than she felt a hot liquid dripped directly into her arsehole. Beth could only twist her head around and watch as Andrew tilted the candle he had plucked from the dressing table and dripped a little more of the hot wax onto her tender flesh.

Andrew replaced the candle in the holder and took the anal plug in his hand, running his fingers over the hard latex. Beth felt his fingers pressing into the cheeks of her bottom, opening them slowly and gently. The tip of the plug was hard and cold against her burning ring and she groaned, deep at the back of her throat, while he pressed harder. She could feel her bottom stretching to accommodate the hard plug as he pressed and twisted the base.

Beth snorted through her nose as Andrew pressed the hard rubber rod into her anus, pushing it slowly into her, probing more and more deeply. A soft whimper slipped from her lips, as the ridge of the plug stretched her, almost slipping inside. She tried to keep perfectly still, so that the rough cover on the seat did not rub against her tender nipples. Andrew saw the muscles of Beth's thighs tighten as she tried to keep still and pushed sharply on the base of the plug ramming the ridge past the tight ring of her anus. Beth screamed softly as she felt the plug burst into her rectum and her thighs straightened, rubbing her nipples harshly against the rough seat of the stool. Beth could feel sweet, creamy, juices flooding her pussy and seeping down the inside of her thighs as Andrew tormented her.

At last the plug was buried, to Andrew's satisfaction, in Beth's tight arse. Slowly he took his hand away from the base of the plug and looked down at her smooth cheeks, spread wide by the thickness of the rubber. He reached along her body and hooked his gloved fingers under the straps of her nightdress. Gripping them firmly, he yanked them down, dragging the silk across her nipples and making her cry out as the material caught on the hard points of her nipples, pulling on them and then sliding down. The silk bunched at her waist, leaving Beth's tender nubs rubbing against the plush on the seat of the stool.

Andrew knelt behind her and rubbed the tip of his swollen cock along the shaven lips of her pussy. slowly they parted, sticky with the juice that Beth could not seem to stop from oozing out of her pussy. Andrew pushed slowly, stretching her sensitive pussy with the tip of his cock, pressing deeper and deeper, filling her slowly and gently, his hands on her hips holding her perfectly still. Beth groaned, softly, as he penetrated her yielding body, his cock sliding gradually into her pussy until she was filled with his hot meat.

Beth could feel Andrew's cock buried in her pussy and the tight sac of his balls pressed into the backs of her thighs. His hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her motionless. Only her excited breathing made her hard nipples brush against the rough material covering the top of the stool.

"You bastard, Andrew!" Beth hissed between her teeth, "Fuck me, cum in me and let me cum!"

Andrew just smiled and held her tight against his loins, the length of his cock buried inside her pussy. Then he shifted his grip on her hips and pushed her away from him, scraping her tender nipples across the rough cloth as his cock slid out of her pussy, his swollen knob just between the tender lips. Then he pulled her back onto him, pulling her hard against his body.

"Oh God!" Beth wailed, "Please let me cum, fuck my cunt and cum in me!"

"Not yet my sweet little slut," he growled, "I've barely started yet. Now tell me what you are."

"I'm a slut, your whore." She whined.

Andrew smiled devilishly as he began to rock Beth back and forth, making sure that her nipples brushed gently across the top of the stool. Carefully he moved her on the shaft of his cock, savouring the hot wetness and the ripples that squeezed her tight cunt around his cock. Beth could only sob as he brushing of her erect nipples took her closer and closer to a climax and each time she was on the brink of her release, Andrew would stop and wait until she had calmed a little. Her nipples were hard and erect, every scrape against the rough cloth sending dark sparkles of pain and pleasure to the tender nub of her clit. Andrew held her hips perfectly still and eased the length of his cock out of the wet pocket of Beth's cunt.

"Oh GODD, NO!" Beth screamed in anguish as she felt the cool air against the lips of her pussy .

Andrew pulled her to her feet and marched her, unsteadily across the room to a kitchen chair, pushing her roughly into it, her arms, still tied fastened firmly behind her. Swiftly Andrew passed a long band of silk around her belly and a second across her shoulders, knotting them firmly . Taking hold of her jaw, Andrew squeezed ruthlessly, forcing her mouth open so that he could press a hard finger and thumb into the angle of her jaw. Beth tried to open her jaw and bite him, but he was too quick and, before she could snap her teeth shut, he had forced a hard ball into her mouth, fastening it in place with thin leather straps.

"I'm sorry that the gag is so uncomfortable, but you see this is going to hurt and I don't want you disturbing the neighbours." Andrew whispered into Beth's ear. 

Beth thrashed her head from side to side, desperately trying to catch Andrew's eye so that she could plead with him to spare her. Andrew crossed to the dressing table and lit a small spirit burner from one of the candles. Then he opened a black case and chose a narrow bladed bodkin and held it in the flame of the burner. The tip soon began to glow a cherry red and Andrew smiled cruelly to himself.

Beth could smell the hot metal as he came closer and, with his gloved hand, pinched her nipple between finger and thumb, pulling slightly. Curiously, although she could hear the hiss as the point pressed into her skin and smell the singeing of her flesh, it did not hurt as much as she expected. Then Andrew pressed harder, popping the point through the skin at the base of her nipple and Beth convulsed in the chair straining against the bindings. The blinding pain made her swoon and slump back in the chair, almost fainting. Andrew carefully threaded a small gold hoop through the hole he had just made and stood back to admire the result.

Beth's head hung down and a thin trail of saliva snaked from the corner of her mouth. The hoop gleamed in the candle light, dangling from the base of her erect nipple. Andrew took his glove off and pinched her newly pierced nipple gently, feeling the hardness. He poured a glass of iced water and sipped a little of it then, with a flick of his wrist dashed the water into her face. Beth jerked her head and her eyes widened as the shock of the cold water wrenched her back to wakefulness. The aching soreness of her freshly pierced nipple should have repelled her but she could feel the depths of her pussy becoming warm and wet. Her eyes widened in horror as she realised that the pain in her nipple was arousing her. Andrew brushed the tip of her pierced nipple and Beth strained against the scarves as though she were being electrocuted. Then his fingers brushed the other nipple, squeezing it slowly and gently, measuring the firmness. 

Beth tried to moan through her gag and shook her head, trying to deny the building excitement and the sweet juice filling her pussy. Her nipple ached where the hoop pulled on the base. She lifted her head, trying to catch Andrew's gaze, so that he would see the plea in her eyes and release her. Andrew just concentrated on heating the bodkin until it glowed cherry-red again. Beth realised, with horror, that he was going to pierce her other nipple and then, with dismay, that the very idea was exciting her. She watched as he brought the glowing point closer and closer, then pinching and pulling her nipple, pressed the hot steel into the base. This time, Beth clung on to consciousness, feeling the dam break and her pussy flood her thighs with sticky juices.

The ball in her mouth was making Beth's jaw ache and her throat was sore from her attempts to cry out. She almost fainted with relief as Andrew unfastened the straps behind her head and used his finger and thumb to pull the ball out of her mouth. She drew great, shuddering, sobs of air in through her mouth as he unfastened the scarves pinning her to the chair and then swept his arms around her back and under her knees, so that he could carry her over to the bed. Carefully he arranged her with a pillow under her hips and then unfastened the strap pinioning her wrists behind her. Beth brought her wrists from behind her back and examined the angry red weals that bit into her wrists.

As she lifted herself on her arms, pulling her tender breasts and sore nipples away from any contact with the candlewick bedspread, Andrew curled his fingers around the base of the plug in her bottom. With a flick of his wrist, he jerked the plug out of her bottom, making Beth cry out as the bulge stretched her anus in a moment of delightful pain. Another gush of juice from her pussy stained the cotton pillowcase, as she had a moment where she almost came.

Andrew spread her thighs and knelt between them, guiding the swollen knob of his cock into her dripping pussy and ramming it hard and deep. Beth arched her back and thrust her hips back, trying to impale herself on the length of his hard cock. The movement made her breasts tremble and the gold hoops swung, the free loops of the rings tapping against the stalks of her nipples. Beth whimpered deep in her throat as Andrew thrust into her ramming hard and deep. Each stroke made the rings tap against her erect nipples, like the flick of a fingernail onto the sensitive nubs. Amber closed her eyes and abandoned herself to Andrew's pleasure. 

Andrew could feel her body tightening as he tormented Beth with his cock, his hands on her hips, guiding her, as he plunged into her wetness.

"Please Andrew, cum in my cunt" begged Beth, breathlessly. 

"Shut up!" he commanded, "I'll decide when you are ready."

"Oh God! PLEASE!" she screamed.

Andrew gripped her hips firmly and thrust his thumbs against the dark ring of her anus, plunging them inside. His cock swelled and stiffened and then began to jerk inside her. Every jerk sprayed thick ropes of his creamy sperm into her pussy. Beth howled as the feeling of Andrew's gloved thumbs, cruelly stretching her arse, while he pumped what felt to be buckets of thick, hot sperm into her pussy, made her cum. Her body writhed spastically beneath him as Andrew covered her with his body. He pinned her to the bed, impaled upon his rigid cock, while he filled her with his cum.

Beth laid across her bed, cum oozing out of her pussy to puddle in a gelid mess on the sheet between her thighs. Andrew eased out of her pussy, his knob making a plopping sound, loud in the quiet, as it slipped out of her tender pussy.

"There you are my darling slut," Andrew whispered triumphantly, "Your cunt is dripping and your nipples are pierced. You will be sore for a few days to remind you whose slut you are and it will take a while for your nipples to stop being erect all day long, but it's done now."

"But Andrew, " Beth complained, "Everyone will think I'm a whore and a slut when they see my nipples sticking out all of the time."

"They were hard all day today weren't they?" Andrew questioned her.

"Yes, you know they were, because you made me wear that corset so my tits would stick out and you know it rubs against my nipples." Beth complained, "And you know my boss wants to put me across his desk and fuck me."

"So they will only see more of the same." laughed Andrew, "and you haven't finished yet."

As he spoke, Andrew pushed Beth flat on the bed and straddled her, the front of his thighs pushing her breasts upwards and his sticky cock lying between them. The tip laid against Beth's lips as it oozed the last drops of his cum. Beth shook her head and the thick cum was smeared over her lips and face. Andrew tugged on the newly inserted nipple rings, making her gasp and snort through her tightly closed lips. Reaching up, he squeezed her face, forcing Beth's mouth open and thrust his slimy cock to the back of her throat. Twisting his hand in her hair, Andrew rammed his cock into her mouth, bruising her lips and making her gag as he thrust his length inside. 

Andrew jerked his hips back and forward violently, forcing his cock in and out of Beth's mouth. Her breasts were pressed against the front of his thighs and every thrust made them ripple, banging the loops of the nipple rings against the tender base of her nipples. Beth moaned around his cock as she sucked and licked him clean.

Andrew slid his cock out, cleaned of their juices but still glistening from her mouth and laid, quite breathless, next to Beth.

"You know, my darling little whore, I'm going to enjoy you immensely. Especially the thought of you getting hornier and hornier at work, so you'll be hot and juicy for me when I get in." Andrew told her, smugly.

All Beth could do was look at him and bow her head to her chest in, she hoped, a properly subservient manner. As she bent her head, she saw the glistening rings through the base of her nipples and a few, surprisingly few, drops of her dried blood. The sight reminded her of tomorrow's ordeal when Andrew would send her off to work, quite possibly with her pussy wet and full of his cum, or equally likely, her pussy wet and throbbing with the need to be fucked. She could not guess at his intentions.

Tomorrow, however, would tell.



Beth



We met Beth through a gay friend of ours. Beth was a self described "former lesbian" from White Plains, N.Y. who had decided that, although women were nice, she really needed a man in her life, or, as she put it, "I realised that I needed a cock". She had broken up with her live-in girlfriend some months before and had come to stay with our friend for a few weeks in the summer to get her head together. She was an attractive woman of about thirty, a few years younger than us, slim but curvaceous with medium length brown hair and small pert breasts. We were all out on our mutual friend's sailboat, moored up in the islands, enjoying a lovely Friday evening in July. We had finished a lovely meal and were into our second bottle of wine when our friend Sue, whose boat it was, suddenly announced she had forgotten a work-related chore ashore which had to be completed before morning, jumped in her tender and sped off, leaving the three of us alone to enjoy the evening. 

It was a sultry night and, having been swimming earlier, the three of us were minimally dressed, Beth in her bikini, Darlene naked beneath a rather short and sexy light summer dress that we had bought in France the year before and me in just an old, thin Indonesian wrap. As we lounged in the cockpit, Beth was rhapsodising about how wonderful the evening was and lamenting her lack of male companionship, which, she said, would make it perfect. The conversation had turned first to relationships, then to sexual needs and desires and finally to more explicit talk of experiences and fantasies. Beth sat slouched back on the bench seat, looking at us heavy lidded, her bra straps slipping off her shoulders, her breasts threatening to spill out. Sexual tension hung heavy in the air, she projected an intense need that was almost tangible. 

There was a lull in the conversation and after the briefest of knowing glances to me, Darlene leaned across and kissed her gently on the mouth. Beth's eyes widened and she looked uncertainly at me, so I leaned in and kissed her gently too. Darlene moved beside her and kissed her again, and then again and then a third time, bringing her hands either side of her face and slipping her tongue into her mouth. I moved to her other side and gently kissed her neck. Beth murmured "Oh God" and brought an arm around each of us, stroking gently and kissing Darlene back passionately. Then she broke off and did the same to me. While we kissed, Darlene reached behind her and undid the clasp of her top and her breasts spilled free, eliciting another groan. Momentarily untangling her arms from each of us, she allowed me to strip it off completely before again embracing Darlene in a long passionate kiss. 

While their tongues entwined, I lightly kissed and nibbled my way down her neck and then to the tender flesh below her armpit while gently drawing small circles with my fingers on her inner thigh about half way above her knee. She and Darlene continued to kiss ardently as I ran my tongue lightly over her right breast, avoiding her nipple, teasing, interspersed with light kisses and nibbles. At length, Darlene broke off her kiss and joined me, so that together we made love to Beth's breasts. As we played, Beth's head fell back and she stared at the sky, legs spread, hands stroking our hair, murmuring appreciative noises. Over time our touch became less gentle and more insistent, we sucked her now hard nipples and pulled on them with our lips, flicking them none too gently with our tongues. Beth's murmurs turned to moans and her hips began to rock back and forth. Suddenly she stiffened and gave a little cry. 

She reached down and grabbed me by the ears and pulled me to her for a kiss. Darlene hooked her fingers into the string sides of Beth's bathing suit and Beth raised her hips, allowing her to tug it off. I felt Beth's legs spread wider as Darlene moved between them and I felt Beth's hand fumble for and then seize my now hard cock through the thin material of my wrap. As Darlene teased her with her tongue, Beth stroked me with increasing insistence. Lost in her mouth, her soft hair against my face, I could not see what Darlene was doing but I knew the exact moment that she abandoned her teasing and pushed two fingers into her while finally running her tongue over her clit. Beth broke off our kiss and moaned loudly, squeezing my cock so hard I thought she'd do me an injury. As Darlene worked her into a frenzy, I again moved to her breasts, sucking and tugging hard on her nipples. In short order, Beth's cries became louder and louder and she suddenly went rigid as her orgasm overtook her. She fell sideways on the cockpit bench, laughing uncontrollably. Darlene looked at me smiling, her eyes shining, her face smeared with Beth's juices. 

"I want you" she said. I stood and removed my wrap and knelt behind her on the cockpit floor. "I haven't finished with you yet" she said to Beth as she again moved between her legs. I raised the hem of her dress and, feeling her soaking wet with excitement, thrust into her, rotating my hips slowly. Beth reached down, slid the thin straps of Darlene's dress off her shoulders and pushed the flimsy material away from her breasts. As I continued to grind against her, Beth played with her breasts, tugging on her nipples with one hand while the other pulled her head into her sex. I reached around Darlene with one hand and placed a finger either side of her clit, stroking, teasing, but not making direct contact. Darlene continued her assault on Beth with ever increasing abandon, pumping her fingers in and out furiously, licking, sucking and nipping. Beth's moans again increased in pitch and frequency as she climbed to another climax. I started thrusting hard, letting my fingers move back and forth quickly over Darlene's engorged clit, my balls slapping against her thighs. Suddenly Beth came with a shout and Darlene raised her head and urged me on. "Oh yes, that's it, fuck me!" she shouted "yes, yes, oh fuck yes!" she screamed as she came hard. I never slowed down, grabbing her hips with both hands and pounding away as fast and hard as I could. She came again and then a third time and collapsed on the hard cockpit floor, rolling onto her back and sucking air into her lungs. My erection waved forlornly in the air and Beth eyed it hopefully. 

"Can I borrow him?" she asked Darlene. "Oh God yes" said Darlene "help yourself." Still on my knees, I closed the few feet between us and Beth grabbed me and placed my head against her opening. I entered her slowly, but she rotated her hips impatiently and soon we were fucking hard. Beth leaned back with her eyes closed, moaning incoherently, floating on a sub-orgasmic plateau. Her hands on my bum urged me on. I was as excited as I had ever been and knew I wouldn't last long. "Can I come in you?" I asked Beth a short while later. She was pretty far gone but the question brought her back to the present. "No, not really, I don't have any… I'm not on the pill" she said. "Come in her mouth" a somewhat recovered Darlene said forcefully. "Suck him, Beth." I don't normally come from oral sex but I was so close and this was all so hot. After a few more thrusts I pulled out and kneeled on the bench. Beth eased down a little and took me in her mouth. With almost the first brush of her tongue against my glans I started to come. She never stopped sucking me until I started to soften. I slid down so that I was astride her lap, took her head in my hands and kissed her deeply. I remember faintly tasting my own come, not something I would normally care to do but I was so filled with lust in that moment that I just didn't give a damn, I needed that kiss. Then I turned and grabbed Darlene's hand, pulling her into a sitting position and kissed her long and hard, getting my first taste of Beth from her lips. Still holding her hand I slumped against Beth, pulling Darlene into us as we engaged in a sort of awkward three way hug. 

Gradually, we slipped off our sexual high, becoming aware of our surroundings, the hardness of the wooden bench seats and the chill of the night air on our sweaty bodies. "I'm going to be black and blue tomorrow" said Darlene ruefully. "Let's take this down below" I said, standing and taking her hand, helping her to her feet. She still had her dress draped around her waist and as she stood, I reached behind and drew down the zipper allowing it to puddle at her feet. Beth eyed us appreciatively. "God that was amazing" she said "I've never done anything like that before." "It's been a long time" she said to Darlene, meaning having sex with a man "can we do it some more?" "We can do it all weekend" Darlene replied. "I'd like that" said Beth "I'd like that a lot." Darlene smiled and we took her by the hand and led her below.

Forward was a V berth, wider than a king size mattress at one end, narrowing to a point at the other. This was Sue's bed and it had sheets and a thick foam mattress. We headed for it. The women fell on the bed in an embrace and I just stood and watched for awhile, momentarily satiated. Beth rolled on top of Darlene and they kissed enthusiastically, breast to breast, groin to groin. I searched around in my bag and found my emergency "packet of three". I put the little foil packets on the countertop beside the bed and looked on, stroking myself lazily, waiting for nature to take its course. Once I had regained hardness, I opened one of the packets and rolled the condom on my cock. Beth and Darlene were still in an embrace, grinding their pussies against each other and kissing. I kneeled over them and placed the head of my cock against Beth's opening. "Oh fuck yeah!" said Beth and I slipped into her while they continued to grind together. "This time I have a condom" I told her "and I'm going to fuck you silly." She just humped her cute little ass against me and continued to kiss Darlene. It was actually difficult to achieve deep penetration in this position, so I rotated more than thrust, but it was exciting nonetheless, like fucking Darlene by proxy. 

Always ready with an orgasm, Darlene came again, announcing herself at the top of her lungs. I grabbed Beth by the hips and pulled her into a kneeling position and started to fuck her with long strokes. Darlene spun around into a position that our friend Sue refers to as a "titty 69", and they pleasured each others' breasts as I pumped away. Beth raised her head and started to mutter obscenities, urging me on. Suddenly she had a massive screaming orgasm and collapsed on the bed. I was not to be denied. I rolled her onto her back and continued fucking her through another orgasm. I came almost immediately after her, forcefully and unexpectedly. Even the unfamiliar condom didn't diminish the intensity of the moment. I collapsed on top of her and Darlene leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. 

After this we were pretty well wrung out and we just lay there stroking and cuddling, not saying much but comfortable with the silence. Darlene lay with her head on my chest, Beth lay on the other side of me, her leg over mine, her breasts pressing into my side. They held hands across me. "I'd go for a swim to cool off" I said at length "but I think I'd drown." Nobody answered and I realised that they were both asleep. Sometime later I heard Sue's tender returning and felt the bump as she came alongside. This woke Beth up and she looked at me uncertainly. "It's cool" I assured her "nothing she hasn't seen before. She won't mind, trust me." Darlene never stirred. Sue came below, sussed out the situation in one glance and, with uncharacteristic sensitivity and restraint, wordlessly undressed and curled up on one of the berths in the main cabin for the night.

When I awoke it was daylight. Sue was standing naked in the galley making toast and coffee and the smells were heavenly. I kissed Darlene lightly on the lips, waking her and then we kissed deeply but briefly before I disentangled myself and went astern. Looking about I saw that we had the bay to ourselves, so I climbed up on the rail and dove overboard for a quick swim and a wash. When I returned, everybody was up and about, Darlene sitting naked like Sue at the table in the main salon, smearing honey on toast, Beth across from her dressed in my sarong. I wrapped the towel I had been drying myself with around my waist and joined them, sitting close beside Darlene. We endured some good natured ribbing from Sue and then she, a confirmed lesbian with no interest in men, grilled Beth on how it had felt to have a man after so long, expressing some scepticism at her enthusiasm. Then, of course, we all discussed the night before. Not the act so much, that was only alluded to discretely, but the emotions and sensations. We all kept smiling involuntarily from time to time as our thoughts drifted back, then one would catch the other doing it and we'd all crack up. Eventually we took pity on Sue's libido and moved on to other things and we spent a lazy day lounging about naked and swimming from time to time. When it came time to go, Darlene turned to Sue and said "I know she's your houseguest but can we borrow her for the weekend? Please, please, please?" Sue just smiled and Beth dashed off to get a few things together. 

We spent a lovely night, cooking a fine dinner and then enjoying languid sex after. The next day we lay about the pool, talking, swimming occasionally and giving each other erotic massages with suntan oil. Intermittently we made love, either in pairs or as a group. At one point we had precarious sex on the inflatable raft. We ate and drank well and generally had a wonderful, wonderful weekend.

We got together with Beth a number of times after that, both on that trip and others and once in White Plains. We always had fun and we shared a close friendship, that first night formed a special bond between us. Eventually Beth married and she now lives happily with her husband and child in San Francisco. We still correspond from time to time. 

11th. Feb, 2005



Beth



"So, you want to watch me suck some guy's cock?"

We were lying in bed discussing our fantasies.

"Babe I would love to watch you suck a guy's cock. I've secretly wanted to see that for a long time."

"Well...I might be willing to do that...if ...you would do something for me."

"What babe? If you let me watch you suck some guy off I would do anything you wanted."

"If I sucked a guy off and let him cum all over my face and tits...would you kiss me right after and lick his cum off me? Just the idea of you licking some guy's cum off my face makes me unbelievably wet and horny."

"Babe, if I could watch you do that, I would lick every last drop of cum off you. I promise."

"If you lick me clean after, I'll suck any cock you want any time you want. But are you sure you can handle seeing your wife with another guy's cock in her mouth?"

"I can handle it. The thought of seeing you with your lips wrapped around the head of a cock makes me so horny I'm about to cum just thinking about it."

"Do you have someone in mind that you want to watch me suck off?"

"No, actually I think it would be sexier for you to pick up a stranger. We could go to the mall or maybe we could get a room at one of the big hotels downtown. We could go down to the hotel bar and maybe meet someone in town on business."

"I like the hotel idea. That way we wouldn't have to bring anyone home. And if I did meet someone the room would be right upstairs."

"So...when do you think you might like to suck your first strange cock since we've been married?"

"I don't know, what do you think?"

"How about this weekend?"

"O.KKK. But remember, if I do this, and I let you watch, you have to promise to kiss me right after, when I still have his cum in my mouth. And after he leaves, you have to lick all his cum off me."

"I promise babe. God you are a sexy lady. I love you so much."

"Now come here and let me show you what a nasty little cocksucker I can be. I'm going to suck you off and I want you to watch and imagine it's someone else's cock I'm sucking."

So to make a long story short. That weekend we rented a room at one of the big hotels downtown. We had a light dinner then made our way to the hotel bar. We sat at the bar and ordered drinks. We had just finished our first drink when a guy sat down on the other side of Beth. He wasn't a fashion model hunk or anything, just an average looking guy. He and Beth said hello as he sat down. As we sipped our drinks he and Beth began chatting. I couldn't really hear what they were saying as it was quite noisy in the bar. By the end of our second drink they were engaged in animated conversation. At this point Beth leaned over and whispered to me, "why don't you go for a walk and I'll call you on your cell if anything happens." My heart racing and my hands shaking I nodded yes, got up and strolled out of the bar.

"Oh my God" was this really about to happen? Was I about to watch Beth suck this guy off? I was so excited I was about to have a heart attack. I walked the sidewalks around the hotel. I looked in the store windows and tried to get my breathing under control. With little success. Each minute seemed like an hour. About 30 minutes later I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. "Hello." "Hank I'm up in our room with James. We've been getting to know each other. Why don't you come up and join us?" "O.K. I'm on my way." "Oh and Hank, when you get here just knock and give us a moment to compose ourselves, then let yourself in." "I'll be there in 5 minutes." Holy shit.

I tried not to run as I made a bee line for the hotel then through the lobby. As the elevator doors slid open on our floor I was trembling. As hard as I tried to control it I couldn't. I was too excited. I knocked twice on our door, paused for a moment, and then slid my key card into the lock. I turned the handle and stepped into the room.

They were seated on the couch in our room. Beth's blouse was open and his pants were undone. Beth's lipstick was also slightly smeared. "Hank this is James. James this is my husband Hank. Honey James and I have been getting acquainted. I told him what you wanted. At first he didn't believe me, so I let him kiss me and play with my breasts. Honey he got me so excited that I just had to feel his cock. He's got a nice big stiff cock and he really wants me to suck it. At first he didn't want you to be here, but I told him, "no Hank no blowjob." I still don't think he believes that this is your idea so why don't you tell James what you want."

"Hi James. For a long time now I've wanted to watch Beth suck someone off. It looks like she has chosen you. This is your lucky night."

"Honey, why don't you pull that chair up close so you have the perfect seat? James and I will get comfortable." With that she leaned over and kissed James, then ran her hand into his pants. 

As they kissed and caressed I pulled a big padded arm chair up to within about six feet of the couch. I sat in the chair and watched another man make out with my wife. My breathing was fast and shallow and my chest felt tight. It was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I could see their tongues dancing in each others mouths and I could see Beth's hand going up and down inside his pants. I knew she had her fingers wrapped around his cock and was stroking it. He had also slipped his hand inside her blouse and was cupping her breast and pinching her nipple.

Beth broke the kiss, looked at me and asked, "Honey, are you O.K.?" I just nodded yes. I was afraid to speak. "Lets all just relax and enjoy this." She said "It's going to be fun for everyone. Hank, James and I are going to get undressed now. Honey you just sit there and enjoy the show. I'm going to leave my panties on since this is only going to be a blowjob."

With that she got up and motioned James to his feet. They began undressing and in a matter of seconds Beth was standing there in just a pair of pale blue bikini panties. I could see her pubic hair through the thin material and the crotch was wet. When James dropped his boxers a stiff cock sprang free. It was the first stiff cock, other than my own, that I had ever seen in the flesh, so to speak. It wasn't a monster but it was a nice size, about the same as mine, I would guess. It had a big pinkish purple head and it was stiff as a board.

Beth rose up on tip toes and kissed him on the mouth then pushed him down onto the couch. She then slowly pirouetted giving us a good look at her body. Smiling she asked, "You boys like?" We both just nodded. I don't think either of us could speak at this point. She was obviously enjoying this. It was also obvious that she was more relaxed than either of us guys.

Beth settled onto the couch beside James and looking me in the eyes took his cock in her hand and began to slowly stoke it. She smiled at me briefly before turning to give James a deep kiss, burying her tongue in his mouth. It was all I could do to keep from passing out. I was actually sitting here six feet from my wife watching her French kiss some guy while she jacked him off.

Beth broke the kiss and looking at me asked, "Are you ready Honey?" Again I just nodded. "No" she said, "I need to hear you tell me to do it."

Trembling and with my voice cracking I said, "Go ahead Babe suck his cock."

She smiled then bent forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth. It was the most erotic, beautiful thing I had ever seen. She took his cock from her mouth, wet her lips then took about half of it back into her mouth. She began to slowly suck his cock as she stroked it with her hand. After a few seconds she paused, looked at me and asked, "Is this what you wanted to see Honey, your wife with another man's cock in her mouth?" I nodded yes. "Am I a pretty cocksucker? Do you like?"

"Babe you look absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen anything as beautiful or erotic in my life. You've never looked more beautiful than you do now with a cock in your mouth."

"Good I'm glad you like," she said as she licked at his cock head. "I'm really enjoying this. I especially like you watching me do it. It makes me sooo wet. Why don't you pull down your pants and beat your meat while you watch me suck James off?"

As Beth went back to sucking James' cock I undid my pants and slid them to my knees. I took my cock in my hand but was afraid to really stroke it as I was afraid I would cum instantly. I toyed with my cock as Beth really went to work on James'. She would run her mouth up and down the sides of it then take the whole thing into her mouth. She would slide his cock in and out of her mouth for a few moments before taking it out to flick the head with her tongue. As she was licking his cock head her eyes met mine and she asked "you like?" "I love" I said. She smiled took his cock back into her mouth and went back to work. Although it looked like a labor of love. 

My eyes couldn't get enough of watching my wife suck this cock. A moment later Beth took his cock from her mouth looked up at him and asked, "Do you like James?" He nodded yes. "Am I a good cocksucker?" Again he nodded yes. "I need to hear you say it. I need for my husband to hear you say it."

"You're a good cocksucker. God Beth you are a great cocksucker."

Beth smiled and took his cock back into her mouth. She worked on him for a few seconds then took it back out. "Tell my husband what a great cocksucker his wife is."

"Hank your wife is a great cocksucker." Beth was clearly loving this.

She worked on his cock again for a few seconds then said, "Does my mouth feel good around your cock?"

"Yes" he said. He was beginning to tremble now.

"Tell my husband how much you like having your cock in his wife's mouth."

"I love having my cock in your wife's mouth. God her mouth is magic."

Beth went back to work on his cock. Where did this woman come from. I had never seen her like this. I had never dreamed of her like this. She was so decadent, so dirty, so free. She was beyond my dreams.

She sucked his cock for awhile, then looked at me and said, "Honey his cock is getting really big and hard. I'm tasting his pre cum. He's going to cum soon. I'm going to let him cum in my mouth O.K.?" I nodded yes. "I need to hear you say it. Tell me it's O.K to suck him off and let him cum in my mouth."

"Go ahead Beth do it. Suck his cock. Suck him off and let him cum in your mouth."

"Tell James its O.K. to cum in your wife's mouth."

"Do it James, its O.K. cum in my wife's mouth. I want you to. I want to watch you do it."

That's all it took. James groaned and began shooting cum. Beth had taken his cock out of her mouth to talk to us. She was just going back down on it when the first jet erupted from the head of his cock. Cum went partly into her mouth and onto her lips. She managed to get her lips around his cock head for the second jet. After that she began rubbing his cock head over her lips and face as he just kept pumping cum. The stream began to gradually slow and his cock began to soften. Beth continued to milk his cock. As cum emerged from his cock she would lick it off. When she could milk no more cum from his cock she took it back into her mouth and sucked it clean.

Beth stood up and turned to me, giving me a big grin. She had cum all over her face and dripping from her chin. Cum had dripped onto her chest and was running down her breasts. She stepped over to me and without hesitation bent down and kissed me full on the mouth. She stuck her tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. It was coated with cum. I could smell his cock and taste his cum. I stuck my tongue into her mouth and brought back more cum. It was unlike anything I had tasted before. Beth broke the kiss and turned to James.

"James I hope you enjoyed that half as much as I did, but now I need to be alone with my husband."

James said, "Sure, I understand." Beth still had his cum all over her face, so he didn't seem too keen on kissing her goodbye. He dressed as quickly as possible, thanked us both, and let himself out.

As the door closed, Beth lay back on the couch and said, "Come here and kiss your little cocksucker." I stepped over, kneeled by the couch and kissed Beth. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but quickly grew hot and urgent. Her lips were slick with cum. She broke the kiss and asked, "Do I taste good?"

"Yes Babe," I said.

"Can you taste his cock on my lips? Can you taste cum in my mouth?" 

"Yes Babe, I can smell and taste his cock on you. It's hard to miss his cum. It's all over you."

"Does his cum taste good?"

"You taste good with his cum on you."

Beth smiled and said, "Then come lick his cum off me." 

I bent forward and licked a big glob off her chin. I alternated between kissing her lips and licking at her cheeks and chin.

"Do you like Honey?" she asked.

"I love, and I love you," I said. "This is the hottest, dirtiest thing we have ever done."

"Dirty?" she said smiling. "So you think I'm a dirty little cocksucker?"

"Yes I do," I said.

"Gooood," she said. "You must really love me to lick another guy's cum off my face?"

"I do Babe, more than I can ever tell you."

"Gooood," she said again. "Then come lick the rest of his cum off me. You licking another guy's cum off me makes me so hot I'm about to cum without touching myself. Look, lick this big glob off my nipple and share it with me."

I bent down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around and sucked up the cum that had collected there. I then went up and kissed her, pushing my tongue and the cum into her mouth. Our tongues danced as we shared the cum. Beth broke the kiss and said, "Tastes good doesn't it Honey?"

"Certainly different anyway."

"How does it taste? Describe it to me."

"I don't know, slightly tangy, a little salty, creamy and slick."

"Like I said, good huh?"

"I guess."

"Honey do you think you would like to suck a cock sometime?"

"No Babe, I have absolutely no desire to suck another guy's cock. I love watching you do it though."

"You do?" she said mischievously, "what was your favorite part?"

"I loved seeing your lips around his cock head. The color of his cock head and your lips was almost the same. I can't tell you how beautiful and hot that was."

"What else?" she asked.

"I also loved it when you looked up and our eyes met as you sucked his cock. To share eye contact while you had another man's cock in your mouth, it was like we shared the moment." 

"What was your favorite part Beth?"

"Right now, this is my favorite part. Lying here kissing and having you lick cum off me. There's a little drop there, ummmm and right there, ohhh good boy. This is my favorite part. I can't believe I just sucked a guy off, and now I'm lying here discussing it with my husband. Sharing his cum and discussing its taste. It makes me unbelievably horny. You had better pull down my little panties and lick my pussy. It will only take a few flicks of your tongue to make me cum. After you make me cum I'll suck you off too. Too! God the idea of sucking off two guys in the same night makes me so hot. Please Honey, pull down my panties." 



Beth



I always wanted to be a newspaper reporter from the time I can remember. Graduating college two years ago with my journalism degree, I thought I had my dream right in front of me. Little did I realize how tenuous the newspapers industry was in and with it, my future?

Now, I just found out that after weeks of researching a story about the life of a farm family in 19th century America, I am being furloughed for six weeks. Some are only off four but because I am junior to everyone else, I get the most time off. I can feel myself panicking as I know I do not have enough savings to cover the rent, car insurance and every thing else. I know I will have to call home, as much as I hate to ask for help, there seems no other choice that I have. 

"Hi Mom." I say.

"Hi honey." She responds.

"I have a problem; I've just been furloughed for six weeks." As much as I tried not to, my voice cracked. She'll know for sure, I'm in trouble now. I want to make it on my own but...sometimes things just happen. 

"I've seen stories where even the Boston Globe is in trouble. Honey, come home, like a long vacation. Michael is done with school and it would be wonderful to have us all together for six weeks." She says. 

"I'd love too but I don't have..." I cannot even finish the sentence. The tears in my eyes just roll down my cheeks, thank God she can't see me like this. 

"Beth, listen to me, your not alone, we'll give you what ever you need to pay your bills. An early Christmas present in June, that's all it is." She says.

I cannot even respond, I knew they would help me but it just seems so over whelming how much they care. All I can say is, "Are you sure daddy won't be upset."

"When grandma died last year, she left us a great deal of money, so in a sense grandma is helping too. You know your father; he would love to see you come home for more than just a weekend visit. OK." She says. 

The thought of going home thrills me. My brother Michael, I just adore, from the time he was a baby there just seemed a bond between us as we grew up. Even now, not a day goes by where we do not text or e-mail each other. 

Then, there is the other side to our relationship, which seems unfinished, not yet consummated, might be a better word for it. There has always been this attraction we have had for each other. I know it may sound taboo but it has just always been there. Especially, after the hormones kicked in, we never did anything but each of us knew it was right under the surface. 

When I came home from my first year of college, I just walked around the house in a little t-shirt and my panties in the morning. We all did in the dorm; maybe I didn't think about it but soon realized how much it pleased him. He didn't say a word, he didn't have to, and it was obvious. Guys just cannot control what's between their legs; at least girls can get excited and hide it.

One night, I opened the door to his room and was just mesmerized by the sight of him masturbating. He looked at me and then closed his eyes; I quietly closed the door and watched as he stroked himself to climax. Just the sight of that white semen shooting out of him, excited me so much. He knew and accepted my presence, something that the two of us have continued whenever I go home.

Even now, just thinking of it, I can feel myself getting excited. I'll be able to watch him masturbate, then go, and make myself cum too. The thought of him shooting all over my breasts for some reason just keeps driving me wild. Maybe, six weeks off isn't such a bad thing after all. 

Then, there is the other part that I don't quite know what to make of it. When I first started walking around in my panties, mom caught me and just said that daddy would probably like to see those long legs too. She even suggested I go out to the kitchen around 10:00 that night and get a glass of water.

My parents would shower and then go into the living room; the French doors separated the two rooms on one side. That was there alone time, as they told us quite a few times. We respected that part of their privacy. But the thought that she wanted me to in essence, model for daddy, really turned me on. I still don't know why, but it does. Especially, with her being there too. 

That first time I did it, I had just watched Michael jerk off and usually I would go and make myself cum. But this time I did not, I wanted to wait until after I walked into the kitchen to model for them. I remember how excited I felt, that ache between my legs just kept getting worse as 10:00 o'clock approached. I really was into doing it, for me more than them. 

Just the thought of my mother suggesting letting my father see my long legs made me think that they both would use that moment for excitement. The fury that raged between my legs, robbed me of any inhibitions I may have had before. Too bad, I couldn't be this way with my past lovers.

I can still remember so vividly, how I walked into the kitchen wearing just my little t-shirt and panties. I did not think they would mind looking at me almost naked, especially since they were probably getting off themselves. That part excited me as well.

I remember how I teased the French doors as if they were cameras capturing my image. Driven by my own desires and the need to sooth that ache between my legs, I loved every minute teasing them.

As I walked back to my room, I peeked around the corner from the other side of the living room. Just thinking about it still makes me get wet, I often have wondered if they knew I was watching and think they probably did.

You wouldn't know it by looking at them, conservatively dressed and active in church but they also had a kinky side that now I know about. Mom always reminded me of Helen Hunt and dad of Harrison Ford. Maybe, I am over stating it bit they are a good-looking couple.

Seeing them both naked on the couch without any fear of being caught, or did they want to be caught? I couldn't pull myself away as I watched mom's head going up and down as she gave him a blowjob. I could feel my panties soaking as I watched them perform for me, they had to know I was watching.

Then as I stood there, I watched transfixed as my mothers hand slid up and down my fathers cock. I could hear my heart beating as the first shots of his semen shot onto his stomach. Instantly, I imagined what it would feel like if he shot all over me. Maybe, one day he and Michael would do it together on my boobs. 

It's so odd, I've had two boyfriends and I never could open up emotionally or sexually with either completely, but then again-how do you tell your boyfriend, that watching your father and brother ejaculating turns you on. I wanted to explore but just couldn't, part of me was afraid I am just too inhibited, at least with them. But at home, I can feel my desires growing stronger and more intense. It has been almost two months since going home for a weekend and I think I am finally going to set myself free. 

As I drive home, the closer I get the hornier I feel. This time, I know I will not be able to resist my own urges. Between Michael and my father and now what I found out what's happening at home, I know something is going to give.

Michael called me this morning and said he had to tell me something. For the next twenty minutes, I listen as he tells me that mom and dad are fucking in the living room with the French doors wide open. I can feel my pussy starting to quiver as he describes everything to me in detail.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any steamier, he says that mom is actually walking around the house right in front of him with her robe wide open. I know that robe, it's so short and picturing her letting Michael see her makes my heart race.

It hit me that there might me more than just mom wearing her robe open, as I pressed him further, he soon revealed all of what else is going on. Michael could never keep a secret from me and this one shocked me and thrilled me all at the same time.

Every night Michael sits at his computer looking for pictures to jerk off to. About a week ago mom came in with her robe open, got on her knees and gave him a blowjob. Every night since, it's the same routine.

I always knew we had a different kind of family dynamics than other families, this is just so wild. Guess I should have seen this was going to happen one day. After all, I was going to start a full-blown affair with Michael myself. My legs are shaking as try and concentrate on the road. 

Only another twenty minutes and I'll be home, my panties are soaked just thinking of what mom has been doing with Michael. Who would have thought she could be so erotic. This time I know I will not be able to resist any longer, I don't know how I have managed this long.

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"C'mon baby, are you goanna cum for me?" I say.

I can tell by how his cock is getting harder, he might be able to cum again, twice in an hour. Which at forty-six is pretty good, I know how all I have to do is lead him verbally as I stroke him closer and closer to his climax. All the key phrases just excite him beyond what even my hand is doing to him now.

"Just think, Beth will be home for six weeks and you will be able to look at those long legs. But I know you really want, you want to see her spread herself wide open so you can see that tight little pussy, don't you?" I tell him.

I can feel his dick getting rock hard as I even mention Beth's name, all the taboos have disappeared about her. Most fathers won't admit looking at their daughters and fantasizing but Bill can-because I nurtured it slowly and now it fuels our own sex life.

Now, another part is about to emerge and as much as I am turned on myself right now, I am a little nervous about how he might react. All the pieces are coming together with Beth coming home, but maybe I am going too far. Well, let's find out if he is receptive, I'll know then if I can move foreword or not.

I don't want to make him cum too soon, not yet. God, this excites me. I can feel myself throbbing as I stroke him slowly. His cum slowly draining out of me from fucking me just a little while ago. The thick white semen is just driving me wild as I watch it slide out of me.

"Maybe, I'll talk to her and you can watch her finger herself. How'd you like that?" I ask. 

He doesn't have to say a word; I can feel his dick jump just mentioning it. Actually, I wouldn't mind watching Beth fingering herself; then again, I loved watching Michael stroking himself last night. Time to see how far I can go.

"You know, you're not the only one who likes to look at Beth. I have caught Michael a few times staring at those long legs. I wonder if he wants to see her spread those long legs wide open, just like you." I say.

Good, his cock throbbed when I mentioned Michael. Now to see what else excites him. "I even noticed last night; I caught him checking me out when I was in the kitchen. I got so excited knowing he was watching me; I bent over even though I just had this tiny robe on. As I turned around, I realized my robe was wide open, he was staring at me up and down."

His dick jumps with delight knowing I was teasing our son. I'm too hot to beat around the bush anymore. My clit is just too sensitive and screaming for my fingers. Now, to push all the way. 

"I couldn't believe how wet I got knowing he was looking at me." I say.

"Did you show him your pussy?" Bill moans.

Bingo, I got him hooked. Now I know that I can push it further. "He got a good look, I made sure of that. " I say.

"Maybe you can catch him at his computer jerking off." Does he know I that's what happened last night? He moans as I start to slide my hand faster. I know him so well, all the little signs before he cums, the deep breaths and then tensing his thighs. Not yet, though, I have to finally set things up for the four of us to move on.

"What would you want me to do if I did catch him jerking off?" I ask.

I don't know how much more he can take, even how long I can either but I have to finish it so we all can get to next level. He's almost ready to cum and my fingers want to rub my clit so much. 

"Do what ever you want to baby; we're all going to be crossing that line anyway." He moans. 

He's into it as much as I am, who would have thought that a couple that everyone thinks is so square, has this wild side to them. And both Beth and Michael are just as turned on as we are, this is going to be a very hot time for all of us. 

"Close your eyes and picture Beth sliding her hand up and down your cock. Those long legs just spreading wide open as she strokes you faster and faster." I say.

He's close to shooting and then I feel his fingers slide into me aching hole. Oh my god, I didn't count on this, he knows me as well as I know him. He slowly starts to rub my clit and I can't help but moan as he tortures my pussy with his fingers. This one is going to be good.

"Close your eyes and make believe you're sucking Michael off." Bill says.

I didn't expect that either, he really is into it as much as I am. Feeling his fingers on my clit and then I see him arch his back. All the signs that he is coming, I can't help myself as I wrap my lips around his cock as I pump him until I taste the salty cum shooting in my mouth. I love this part, letting my mouth fill up completely with his semen and the taste I so enjoy.

His fingers ravage me as his cock empties into my mouth. I do my best not to swallow but can't resist just a little sliding down my throat. I want to cum too and feel that wave come over me. He knows my body as well as I know his.

Slowly, I lift my mouth off him with my mouth still full of cum. Bill is unique for a man; years ago I talked him into kissing me with my mouth filled with his cum. At first, he resisted as most straight men would, but then, he finally agreed to try it just once. That was ten years ago and he is long past those fears of his manhood being questioned. The truth is he is turned on by it as much as I am.

We kiss and lick each other's faces as the thick white cream slides out of our mouths. I feel his fingers rubbing my clit faster as our tongues slide in and out of our mouths.

"Make me cum." I moan.

As I stretch myself wide open for his fingers to ravage me, I notice Michael's reflection in the mirror. He's watching the whole event as it plays out. It's just too much for me. First Beth and now Michael, I'm just too excited right now, my pussy is just screaming for my climax. 

"Wait till Beth is home, then you can look at her tight little pussy. You goanna rub her like this too?" I ask.

I'm almost there, just a little more. That's it; I can't believe what those fingers are doing to me. C'mon, just a little more.

"I'll rub Beth's tight little hole and you can jerk Michael off. How's that sound?" Bill asks me.

OH my god, I watch Michael sliding his hand up and down his cock as I start to cum. I just can barely control myself from shaking with excitement. Make yourself cum baby; let me watch it shoot into your hand.

"I'd suck his cock and let you watch it shoot on my face. How's that sound?" I moan as my orgasm over takes me. 

I tighten my legs on his hand, the signal that I can't take any more. Bill knows my body so well, which makes it so easy for me to cum. The thought of getting to know Beth and Michael's bodies as well as our own, makes me light headed. 

Looking at the mirror, I see Michael shooting into his hand. I love watching men cum. There is something about seeing the thick white semen squirt out of their cock that drives me wild. Tomorrow night, he'll be shooting into my mouth as he looks at pictures on his computer.

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Finally, I pull into the driveway, I can feel my panties are drenched. Thank god I didn't have to get gas; it might be embarrassing if my jeans looked as though I peed in them.

"Mom, I'm home." I yell out walking into the kitchen.

"I'm in here." I hear her say.

Walking into the living room, I notice a large quilt folded neatly laying at the edge of the couch. I guess she wants to make sure they don't stain the couch when they are fucking. Just picturing it, makes my head spin. 

Looking at Mom thru a different set of eyes, rather than her daughter but as another woman, she just has a sexuality about her that intrigues me. If the four of us are going to be crossing that taboo as I think we are, I find that she is catching my imagination in ways I never thought I would ever have of her.

"It's going to be so much fun having you home." She says as she hugs me.

"Where are Daddy and Michael?" I ask.

"Daddy is playing golf and Michael went over to play baseball with Johnny Bowers and some friends. Boys will be boys." She says.

"And they all think about the same thing." I say. 

We both look at each other, it's as though we are getting in sync with our thoughts. We have always been close and even though I'm almost half her age, we always seemed to have that connection between us.

"That's what makes it so much fun. " She replies. 

Her nipples are sticking straight out just like mine. I can't ever remember being in this state, it's as though my whole body is being electrified. She must be feeling the same tensions as I am. My crotch just aches for attention.

"Michael called me this morning, he told me about sitting at his computer and....." I say.

Might as well let it all out just let her know that I'm aware of what is happening. I can see in her face how excited she is. Who would ever have thought I could get so excited talking to my mother.

"At his age, they're always so horny, especially looking at those naked girls on the computer. I figured he would sleep better if I helped relieve the tension." She tells me.

"I was wondering if you might have something similar to that robe you wear. He really said it looks so good on you." I say.

"Actually; I do, I just happen to come across it the other day. It's a little yellow nightshirt; I'm afraid all the buttons are missing though. Let me go get it, funny you should mention it because I was thinking of how it would be perfect for you." She says.

Holding it up to me, it just goes an inch or so past my belly button. I'll be virtually naked but isn't that what she wants. God, this excites me when I think of where all this is gong. I can see that she is just as excited as I am.

"Daddy and Michael will certainly like it, especially if you don't wear panties." She says.

"I hadn't planned on wearing them anyway." Is all I can say. I feel my chest tighten as it's just getting so exciting by the minute. What ever misgivings I may have had vanish as the thought of wearing the little yellow shirt in front of Michael and daddy. Tonight; my lust is going to be set free. 

Another thing that is interesting is that I feel strong enough to assert myself with my mother. If we are all going to begin a sexual relationship, calling and thinking of them as Mom and Dad just won't do. I decide that I have to call them Bill and Susan while we are for lack of a better word, role-playing as lovers. 

"There is one thing that I want us to do, I'm going to call the two of you Susan and Bill. Michael and I can be foreign exchange students who are staying with you for the summer. This way we can all let ourselves be free of any feelings of right or wrong and just let nature take its course." I tell her.

I think it is the only way I can deal with it and not feel guilty. It's actually a pretty good idea, just kind of came to me out of no where. I think it frees all of us emotionally to be uninhibited, a problem I have always had before but never at home-interesting.

"Very good Beth, I'm glad we have such a brilliant exchange student." She responds. 




Beth



"I kind of like it myself too. It just easier for me to relate to you as a woman, Sue." I say. Clearly we are both in the roles we have agreed to; it's fun and naughty at the same time.

"You wouldn't believe what happened to me last night. I walked into Michael's room and caught him sitting naked at his computer, he was looking at pictures of naked girls. I just stood there as my heart raced looking at him; he's gorgeous and teased me terribly as he kept stroking himself in front of me. I believe he was actually seducing me in how he just sat there with that beautiful cock of his." She says with a most seductive smile.

"Were you wearing that little robe that just happens to be open all the way?" I ask going along with her.

"It might have been open a little. Well, it was wide open to be honest with you. I don't know what came over me, my legs went weak and my heart was racing faster and faster. The thought of that hot cum filling my mouth just made me light headed. Before I knew it, I was on my knees sucking all that thick white cum out of him as he moaned with pleasure. I don't feel guilty either, it's not like he's my son, just a kid staying with us for the summer." She says. 

Perfect; the two of us think so much alike. She accepts it and it's like opening the door to what should be a summer of excitement. It's funny but looking at Susan now, I see her perhaps as a lover as well. I'm just too horny right now and see everything through the eyes of my throbbing cunt. 

"Did you tell Bill?" I ask. I can't believe how fast this is moving. Then again, it's been building for years. Guess I shouldn't be surprised at how fast we are moving. 

"Honey, Bill and I have been married for twenty five years now. This is like starting all over for us, we both are into it. I told him I sucked Michael's cock and he's turned on by it as much as I am. Just as I'm turned on by the thought of watching him fuck you and that tight little pussy he keeps talking about." She says.

Can all this be really happening? I guess I never considered daddy fucking me before. But, I the thought of Mom watching him fuck me it just is so thrilling. Will she fuck Michael as daddy watches, this is all so taboo and I love where it is going. 

"Bet you never thought of that, did you?" She asks so calmly.

"This is so wild." Is all I can think to answer. 

Slowly, I calmed down from the state I was in. Never have I been so excited, gradually I worked my way back to Beth the daughter. Mom too had to do the same. Maybe, with time it will be like throwing a switch as we go back and forth between roles.

Daddy and Michael came home and Mom must have told daddy and I told Michael. He was thrilled with the prospect of having two women as possible lovers. Deep down inside, I too have thought of what it will be like to have two lovers. It should be interesting how we all work it out.



Beth







Beth



"Red," said the business woman and the woman in black stopped. She unbuckled the business woman's restraints and the business woman stumbled away in the direction of the bar. Beth took a step forward. The woman in black smiled at Beth as if she could see right through her, right through to her naivety, her virgin like quality. This was going to be fun for the woman in black. Beth took the sight of the woman in black in. Her latex corset, her super high heeled boots up to her thighs, their sheer height a symbol of her power. The woman paced back and forth, smiling at Beth, gesturing for Beth to step forward towards the bench. Beth did.

"Pull up your skirt." Beth wasn't wearing any panties and now everyone in the small crowd could see this. Beth remembered the single solitary smack James had landed on her rear. She remembered the sense of shock and exhilaration she felt from it. Yes, she could understand the woman in the business suit. The woman in black retrained Beth by her ankles and wrists. The restraints were black and brown. They struck Beth as being old fashioned, though Beth didn't know what old fashioned was in the world of restraints.

She could hear the woman in black pacing back and forth. The way she dragged her heels it was more of a saunter. The woman in black was most certainly going to enjoy herself. Beth could hear her smacking the paddle against her hand. Beth felt the paddle softly against her ass, as if caressing it. She felt the edge of the paddle run down her slit. And then all of a sudden, all at once the paddle was gone, it was off her skin and smack! She had hit Beth so hard on her left butt cheek Beth was forced forward on her elbows. It was thrilling, then painful, then thrilling again. Beth heard the woman pacing some more, those boots clicking on the cement floor.

"Did you like that?" asked the woman.

Beth wasn't sure. "Yes," she said. The woman hit her again, this time on the right butt cheek, pausing again to pace behind her. Beth felt herself becoming turned on, she felt herself become engorged, and she was fully exposed. The whole crowd could see this. The woman hit Beth again. This time three times in a row. Beth could feel her skin getting hot. The woman in the boots started spanking her closer and closer to Beth's insides, closer and closer to Beth's pussy, until she finally did smack Beth's pussy as well. Beth was sopping wet by that point. She knew she'd gotten the paddle wet. Beth knew she was reaching her limits too. What was it the other woman said when she wanted to stop?

"Stop," Beth said.

"Oh yeah. Stop." laughed the woman in the boots. She spanked Beth more, harder until Beth fainted.

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Beth opened her eyes to some very strangely dressed people leaning over her asking her name.

"My name's Beth."

"Our safe word here is red," one of the people said.

"Red," said Beth. "Now I remember."

"Are you okay? You were out for five minutes."

"No. I mean, yes. I'm fine. Just a little dizzy. Fine." Beth gathered her things and left the club in a hurry. She got into a taxi and went straight to James' apartment on the off chance a hot accountant would be home on a Friday night. And alone. He was. 

He answered the door wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and sleek pants. Beth was still in her miniskirt, heels, and full makeup.

"Wow," he said. "I thought you'd call, but you're standing right here."

"We need to talk."





Beth



I was tired of the usual type of people that I had met online. I was finished with women that wanted men to be nice a gentle and kind and the usual crap. I was looking for a woman that was going to listen to me and do what I wanted her to do and never question my orders and commands. Yep I was looking for a submissive woman.

So I went to a web site that featured that type and other type of women that were into the kinkier side of sex and relationships. I put in my section that I was looking for a younger woman that was looking to be the woman that I wanted, would listen to what I said, and obey my orders and do what I wanted when I wanted and how I wanted.

I got quite a few responses, but none of them really looked and were like what I was looking for. I just kept responding to them that they weren't what I wanted and that I would know when I found her.

Then one day I got an email from a girl, there was no picture with it so, I had to go on what she said. She described her self as a slim tight girl who was looking for a man who would control her and treat her like the slave that she knew she was. Alright, sounded good, so I responded that I had to see a picture of her before I made the decision. I expected to get a picture of a boot but was pleasantly surprised when I got a picture of a really hot looking sweet girl.

I emailed her that she was what I really wanted, and I also gave her my IM address. About a half an hour later I got a chat notice from her, and we started to chat about ourselves and what we were really looking for. 

She told me that she was looking for a man who would take control in all parts of her life. She wanted him to tell what she could do and not do, what to wear, how to use her makeup, what she could do in bed and how she was to treat her man. I had hit the jackpot. Just what I was looking for.

I told her to be online the next night and we could start the Dom/sub relationship if she was willing. She said that she would be waiting and that she hoped that I would be what she was looking for.

The next night, I went on line and there she was waiting for me. We started with the usual how are you and the other usual crap.

I then asked her if she was really ready to be sub. She answered that she had been wet all day thinking about it as that was what she had been looking for, for some time.

I asked if she had any real things that she wouldn't do, and the only thing she said was that she wasn't into the real rough bondage and wouldn't do anything that had to do with scat or piss. Other than that she trusted me to treat her the way she should be treated and keep her safe.

I then told her that there would be some rules to follow. She said OK. I listed them.

She was only to talk to me on line.

She had to refer to me as sir or master.

She had to make sure that she had only the hottest lingerie

She was only allowed to wear red lipstick and black eye shadow

She had to keep a good supply of White Diamonds Perfume.

She could only let her self cum if I said so

She would dump all of her contacts on line unless I approved.

I told her that we would meet soon so that she could realize that I meant business and I would tell when and where and what she was to wear and how to be ready.

I also told her that she had to keep herself completely shaved at all times that there was to be no hair from her eyes down.

I told her that I wanted a picture of her to prove that she was totally shaved.

I also informed her that if she disobeyed any rules that there would spanking involved in the punishment.

The last thing I told her was that she was to buy or obtain two dildos, one three inches around and eight inches long and the other two inches around and eight inches long. They were to look like real cocks and must have more than one speed.

Beth agreed to all the rules and when I told her that I had to leave she responded with an OK Sir. She said that she would wait on line for me and be ready to talk and listen to what I had to said.

We talked online every night for about two hours and she was very submissive in our conversations. She obey every time I gave her a command and she really seemed that she was going to be the girl I was looking for.

About two weeks of being online with her, I told her that it was time to meet in person. She was ecstatic. She was ready to come and meet right away.

I told her that she was to come to my condo the next night, and to wear a sweat shirt and sweat pants on the way over. I didn't want her attracting any men to her. She was to bring with her, the sexiest lingerie that she had, and the shortest skirt and tightest t shirt that she owned. Also she was to bring the right lipstick and eye makeup and perfume. I also told her to bring the two dildos that I told her to buy.

The next night, she arrived right on time and when she walked in she looked like someone that had just come from the gym. Perfect, nothing to look at really although I had to admit that there was even a sexiness about the way she was dressed.

I told her to go to the spare bedroom and get dressed properly. She left and about twenty minutes later she came out and DAMN she looked hot. She asked me if she looked alright and I said she looked fine although she should use more eye makeup next time. She apologized and I told her that it was ok as she had to be trained and that it takes time. 

I told her to come to me and show me her appreciation for taking her on as a sub. She put her arms around me and kissed me deep and hard using her tongue in my mouth. She roamed her hands on my body and slowly slipped my shirt off. She then slowly started to suck on my nipples, which made me as hard a rock. She slid down and opened my jeans and let them drop to my ankles. She slowly removed my throbbing cock from my shorts and let my shorts fall to the floor. She then started to lick my cock and kiss the head. She used her tongue all over it and when it was good and wet she slowly started to take it into her mouth. She slid the whole thing in as I felt it slide into her throat. She used her throat muscles to massage my cock and god that felt good. She then slowly started to bob slowly back and forth as she sucked on my cock. It didn't take long before I was ready to cum and cum hard, so I slowed her down. She looked up at me with a question in her eyes and I told her to take her time and let me really build up so that I could really blast the cum down her throat. She understood and for the next ten minutes she took me up and let me down and by the time I said that I was ready, she was getting into a real routine. She then went to town on my cock and in about thirty seconds she had me ready and I could feel my balls tighten as I felt the first shot of cum travel up my cock. I blew shot after shot into her mouth and she backed off just enough so that all of my cum went into her mouth and not down her throat. Some of it started to leak out and slide down her chin. She trapped it with her finger and kept it as I finished shooting into her mouth. As I pulled my cock out of her mouth, she took the bit that had leaked out and sucked it off her finger. I told her to swallow and she sucked it down her throat.

She kneeled at my feet with a big smile and asked if I believed that she would obey me in all things. I told her that I did but that she must constantly prove her loyalty to me.

I went over to the couch and told her to stand about six feet in front of me. She stood there and remained absolutely quiet until I told her to take off her shirt and skirt. She removed them and I told her then that the next time she should be more seductive with it. She apologized and said she would do better next time. She stood there in her bra and panties and garter and stockings. She had even thrown in a pair of three inch spikes. Fuck she looked hot, but I couldn't let her know that as she had a whole lot of training to go through.

I told her to take off her bra and panties and she proceeded to do a slow strip tease with them. Better I told her, and she smiled knowing that she had pleased me. I told her to put her arms up and over her head and spread her legs so that I could inspect her. I went over to her and slowly checked over parts of her body. There was not one hair anywhere to be found. I told I was pleased and that she had to work hard to keep her self that way.

I then started to play with her nipples and slide a finger up and down her pussy lips. I told that no matter what she could not cum. She had to fight it and hold on till I told her that she could cum. I tortured her, by licking and sucking her nipples. I slowly slide my fingers up and down her slit and I could see that it was driving her crazy but she was trying her best to fight off the feeling of cumming. I really put on the pressure as I started to lick her slit and suck on her clit. Now she was really fighting not to cum. I stopped and went to the couch and I could see that she was in agony wanting to cum and cum hard. She was really fighting the feeling. I asked her where the dildos were and she said in her bag in the bedroom. I told her to get them and come back into the living room. 

When she returned I told her to get on her hands and knees. I took the bigger dildo and slowly slid it into her pussy. I set it on the lowest setting and you could just barely feel it vibrating. Beth started to squirm right away and I told that she still couldn't cum. I took the smaller dildo and put it to her lips telling her to wet it. She took into her mouth and soon had it nice and wet. I took it and slowly inserted it into her ass. After setting it to the lowest setting, I told her to sit back and sit on her heels. I went to the couch and told her that she was to sit there like that for as long as it took. She asked me what I meant. I told her that this was the way I was going to train her not to cum until I said it was ok. She moaned and I could see that this was going to very hard for her. I figured that 30 minutes was about all that she would be able to handle.

I let her sit like that for exactly thirty minutes and then told her to get on her hands and knees again. I took the dildos out and I could hear her sigh in relief. I got naked behind her and I told her that she would be able to relive herself now. I slid my cock into her pussy and started to fuck her hard. It took about fifteen seconds and she exploded as she came. Her juices started to squirt out around my cock and she collapsed on to the floor. I smiled as she sighed after cumming so hard. I slapped her ass and told her to get back up again. I took my cock and started to slide into her ass. I just loved how tight her ass was. I started to pound her ass and soon I was ready to cum. I felt the first shot coming so I rammed my cock into her ass and shot hot shot after hot shot into her ass. I stayed there as I started to soften and soon my cock was sliding out of her ass.

I stood her up and she had a smile of pure lust on her face. I looked at her and said to her, that she had got my cock dirty. She looked at me as I told her to clean it up. Not with her mouth but to get a cloth and wash my cock and balls. She went to the bathroom and returned with two face cloths and a towel. She slowly washed me and rinsed off whole groin. She then dried it and made sure that there was no remains any where. I grabbed her head after she finished and pulled it to my cock. Her mouth opened and took me in. she had me hard in seconds and slowly sucked me to one more load although there was not much left. She swallowed the cum and then kneeled at my feet as I sat totally satisfied.

I looked at her and told her that her first day of training went well. I also told her that if she didn't have to return to her normal life, then she could sleep in the spare bedroom as it was getting late.

I went to bed and soon I was sleeping the sleep of the gods. Beth slept in the spare bedroom and woke me the next morning with a cup of coffee in bed and another great blowjob.

Life is good, but I needed to control her more. After a particular wild night of training, I asked her if she needed to live in her apt. She replied that she could give it up. I told her that I didn't trust not to talk to other men and that she was to move in with me. That way I could control who she talked to. She moved in two days later, selling all of her stuff except what I told her to keep.

I informed her of the new rules. 

She was to be dressed in only a garter, stockings and heels at all times unless someone came to the door. We would keep a housecoat by the door so that she could put it on when she answered the door. 

She was to keep the condo completely spotless, and there was never to be more than two days of dirty laundry.

My supper was to be ready within a half hour of my arrival home. 

She was to keep her self completely hairless as before, and her makeup was to be perfect at all times during the day, from the time she woke up till the time I let her go to bed.

She was to greet me with a blowjob every night when I got home, and to be ready for me to fuck at any time of the day or night.

She would submit to any training I decided on with out question and that she would never say anything about what I did or did not do.

She was smiling and was completely happy as she signed the rules. She said that she had finally found what she was looking for. To seal this new deal, I gave her a choker that was studded and had a small 1 inch leash attached to it. I told her that she was to wear it all the time. That this was her signal that she belong to me. She grinned like a Cheshire cat as I put it around her neck.

That night was the only night that we went to bed and fuck like we were making love. I let her have free rein on her orgasms and we fucked into the wee hours of the morning.



The training will continue.



Beth



It had been over a year since his wife had passed. It was sudden, a familiar story of the drunken driver walking away, uninjured, while leaving the loved one of someone else dead in the car he'd just destroyed. Their marriage had been good by anyone's standard and his loss had affected him profoundly. He doubted that he would ever get over her death...you don't ever get over the death of someone you loved, do you? The house seemed so empty. 

He often walked through the big house they had shared, shaking his head disgustedly at the mess he'd allowed their beautiful home to become. He kept the house just like he'd kept himself, the outside was immaculate...the inside was a shambles. Putting on a great front for his friends and family had become the way to handle the pain he was suffering inside. He didn't know what stage of grief he was in, but inside, both the house and he got worse every day. His children noticed the house first, not really understanding that it was just a reflection of what he was going through. At first, they pitched in and periodically helped him clean up their old homestead. But they quickly discovered that it took too much time from their own lives. Soon the weekly visits became monthly pilgrimages and eventually semi-regular phone calls. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't afford a maid. 

A dear friend, from the club, quickly connected the dots and suggested he hire some one to take care of the place...a live-in perhaps. In fact he knew of a young girl that would be perfect. Of course. She and her family were having major problems. Eugene wasn't aware of all of the circumstances, but she had been kicked out of her parents house and had no place to live. In fact, his daughter had invited her to stay with them until she found a more stable situation. "You'd be doing me a big favor, Lucas. My house is filled to the brim with estrogen and I need it to get back to normal.

"So let me get this straight, Gene. You want me to take your problem off your hands. Is that right?" Eugene laughed and nodded his head yes. "Well at least you didn't bull shit me. She's not some kind of psycho is she?"

"Noooooooooooooooo, and I haven't a clue as to why she was kicked out. The wife tried to pry it out of her, but she avoided giving us any real answer. That kind of stuff happens. I remember when you had that little brew ha ha with your own daughter. Look, she comes from a pretty nice family. She has her diploma and she........" Lucas held up his hand.

"Enough already. Tell her to come by." That was three months ago. 

************** 

Beth was a pretty girl, with long dark hair and a cute face. She wasn't a beauty queen, by any stretch of the imagination, but pleasant to look at. She was heavy set, not terribly fat, more like the models Ruben seemed to thrive on...a chubby cherub with a saintly face, pouty red lips and all. She wasn't exactly the hard bodied athlete his wife had been. 

It had taken her nearly a month to get the place organized and clean. That alone had a profound effect on his disposition. Lucas was very impressed with her work ethic and they got along nicely. His children were amazed at the transformation, not only was the house back to its pristine state, but their father even began to look healthier. It's amazing what eating properly will do for you. "It's too bad that one day some dude will come around and see if her foot fits the slipper," teased his eldest son Luke. "You sure her name isn't really Cinderella?" 

When Beth wasn't cleaning, or preparing their meals, she kept to herself. She apparently didn't have much of a social life and spent much of her time alone in her room. She was a bit too quiet and reserved for a young woman, and not at all embarrassed about being someone's servant. Everything he requested was done without question. And there wasn't much she couldn't tackle. There were times he even felt sorry for her, coaxing her to go out and take a day or two off...at least get some fresh air. For the life of him, he couldn't understand what could have possibly caused her parents to force her out of their home and abandon their daughter. 

He did wish she wasn't so damn formal. He'd finally got her to stop calling him Mr. Wiley. He eventually concluded that there was no way he could get her to call him Lucas. The word seemed to hang uncomfortably on her tongue. They finally agreed on Sir. 

Although Lucas was only 52, he no longer needed to work. His companies were headed by very loyal and competent men and woman whom he had groomed over the years. None of his children were ready for the vast responsibilities required to manage his holdings. But of course, the ones who wanted to give it a try, were currently working their way up the ladder. He'd made it perfectly clear that they weren't going to push anyone out of the way by virtue of their last name. All three of them owned a little stock, but as he explained, there was a big difference between owning something and running it. 

Lucas worked from his home, but he made a point of keeping involved, being there for all the major decisions...more often as an adviser than the big boss. His people counted on him rather than resent his involvement. Hell, they welcomed his advice. Why wouldn't they, this low key, home grown man, rumored to have come from a background less than modest, had acquired a personal fortune in excess of nine figures. And he was generous with those who were loyal, trustworthy and hard working. He was the rain maker that never failed to make rain. And on top of everything else, he'd been a devoted family man. If he had a fault, it was treating his wife and kids too generously. 

Each one had a trust, providing enough to live on for the rest of their lives...very comfortably. Perhaps his own humble beginnings had something to do with that...he wanted more for his kids. But none was like their dad...no one had increased their fortune by a single penny. The money wasn't the important thing, he just wished they'd do something...anything. He still had hope for his youngest son, Roman. He was somewhere in India, handing out roses. At least he was doing something. Lucas was just a simple man with simple tastes...most of the time. Where his wife had thrived in the world of country clubs and ritzy friends, he was more at home shooting hoops or fishing with his buddies. Even when he played golf, he carried his own clubs, walking besides the caddy the club required. Having another man carry his load made him feel uncomfortable. 

In any case, having Beth around made quite a difference. There was someone to talk to, share meals with and occasionally catch a television show together. More importantly, the melancholy was gone. 

************** 

Time passed more quickly with each day and the Odd Couple had settled in with each other. They had actually gotten closer over the last few months. They often sat together over a bowl of popcorn watching movies in the family room and it wasn't too unusual for them to slip out for a burger and fries. He treated her like one of his own. He still couldn't get her to call him Lucas. Eventually, Sir became his second name, slipping in and out of context on occasion, but he stopped feeling old whenever she used it. He actually teased her into wearing something other than her denims, sweatshirt and her Chuck Taylor's. The transformation was amazing. Stretchy leggings, strappy sandals and a flowing overdress made her look like a totally different person. She actually looked kind of sexy. Having that thought actually scared him a little

Lucas felt his mind seeing things a lot differently when it came to Beth...suddenly chubby became voluptuous and top heavy became well endowed. She was no longer that cute, heavy set little girl...she was a rather sexy, curvacious woman. He began to worry when he realized where his mind was taking him. But when she'd bend over to pick up something or stretched and took that deep breath, his eyes were right there, focused on all the places a man's eyes were expected to go. By now, he was almost positive she never wore panties and her bras were thin, stretchy things with double D cups. Of course he looked. After all, the laundry basket was public property...and he was a guy. The day she wore the tank top without a bra...the day she bent over to pour him a cup of coffee...the day he suddenly remembered a very important call he'd forgotten to make, suddenly bolting from the room, was a wake up call.

He was embarrassed each time the memory came back to haunt him. Good grief. He'd acted the same the first time he got a glimpse of his mother's panties. He must have looked like a total klutz after Beth had bent over and had given him a perfectly unobstructed view of her large breasts. After he flubbed through "You look terrific, Beth," he hurriedly left the room. He suddenly realized that he had better get a grip. Shit, she was younger than his own daughter. He actually took a cold shower. Fortunately, he hadn't seen her soft lips curl upward and form the tiniest of smiles as he disappeared around the corner. He would have been terrified.

Soon, it had been two years ago that his wife had died...to the day. Beth was aware of that fact and tried to distract him and keep his mind from dwelling on that terrible day. But everything she tried was of no use. He even shouted at her for some little thing, though he eventually apologized. It was the worse she'd ever seen him. She sensed it was going to be a long and difficult day, just when things had gotten so much better for him. 

Beth decided to keep out of his way after he yelled at her. He kept himself holed up in his office, not even bothering to come out for dinner. It was nearly ten o'clock, the dinner she had prepared was well on its way to becoming petrified. She was worried about him...maybe a sandwich...some coffee and sweet rolls. One more try coming up. 

She carried the tray up to his door and started to knock. She usually did, but she wasn't in the mood to be turned away. She twisted the knob slowly and quietly entered the room. She wasn't prepared for the image that filled her mind...her eyes began to fill with tears.

Lucas sat slumped back in his chair, a virtually empty bottle of bourbon on the desk. His hands clutched what must have been a picture of his wife when she was younger. She'd seen it before on his desk. She could see his tears flowing down his cheeks as he stared sadly at her beautiful face. This wasn't a scene she was supposed to see, but she couldn't tare her eyes away from his hand as it moved up and down his massive cock. The pity she felt for this wonderful man tore her heart in two. A man like him shouldn't have to do this...life is shaped by memories, but they show us how to live not wither away and die. And she knew too well, that being without something we need drives us to do the strangest things.

Beth set the tray on the small bookcase by the door and walked silently towards Lucas. He was completely unaware she was in the room until she moved directly in front of him. He froze the instant he realized she was there. She saw the flush of shame wash over his face, the anguished look in his eyes. Wordlessly, she knelt between his legs and took the picture from his hand and placed it face down on his desk. He was too drunk to push her away, only barely capable of muttering some indistinguishable words of protest. She was surprised he managed to keep his cock erect. She kept her eyes on him, carefully watching every move he made, as she pushed his hand away from his cock and lowered her head "Please cum for me, Sir. Please cum in my mouth."

Hearing her words, instantly broke the spell of self pity. His mind tried to deal with what she had said, but the warmth of her wet mouth, the feel of her tongue against his flesh shattered any thought process he might have been capable of creating. He moaned softly at first, then louder as she took more and more of his thick, throbbing cock inside her mouth. Instinctively, his hips began to rise off his chair, meeting the downward motions of her bobbing head. It had been so long. He was so needy and lonely, he couldn't stop her if he wanted. His hands moved on their own, gripping the sides of her head as he began to fuck her mouth. 

He knew that this pleasure would last but a moment. But he sensed this wasn't for her. This was for him. Her own memories, her own instincts directed her every movement perfectly. Thank god she was unable to speak, less the secretes he was so eager to know, would spill from her mouth, the awful truths that brought her here. Having been trained so well to be a whore, taught brilliantly to please her father and mother, through acts so vile they were only uttered with whispers, she'd become her father's preference. Her mother's jealousy forced a choice. For history's sake, for money, for position, for all the things that the perverse couple cherished, more than their own daughter, the freaks cast her out. It was the safest thing for them to do. Even if she spoke out, who would believe her?

Suddenly, Lucas began to tremble. His hips began to thrust faster and faster. She could feel the veins throbbing in her mouth. It wouldn't be long. He groaned loudly, bellowing like an animal rutting in the jungle. Stream after stream of hot, sticky cum splashed against the walls of her hungry mouth. Nothing escaped her lips, not a single drop. She knew to open her throat, to let the fiery liquid flow into her belly on its own. She was the best...her father had told her himself. Now Lucas knew...whether he wanted to or not.

************** 

When Lucas woke up, most of what he remembered of the previous night were fuzzy, little snippets of what had occurred before he opened the bottle of Black Jack. This had happened a few times before, but never like this. His blackouts, were frightful, like waking up while driving and not having a clue as to how you got were you were at the moment. This time, he couldn't remember a fucking thing. But it was obvious what he had done. The clues were all there. He looked down. His pants were still open, his cock slumbering between his legs, painted most of the picture. It wasn't the first time he'd awakened in such a state. The tension that had been building up in his body was gone. Only one thing could have caused that. His face tightened as he began to notice little differences. There wasn't a drop of semen anywhere...his clothes were spotless. Why was her picture turned down on his desk? He always made her watch. That never ending smile on her face was for him. He looked down at his cock again. Can you really cum and not spend your seed? He'd heard about it, but never believed it. He guessed it was true. 

In any case he needed a shower. He pulled himself out of his chair and reassembled his clothing. You never knew where Beth was going to be this time of day. As he opened the door he noticed the tray, the sandwich and the cold cup of coffee. He trembled slightly and tried to swallow his fears. Too many thoughts flashed through his mind. The possibilities were endless, and all of them bad. He vainly tried to push the thoughts of what might have happened from his mind, discarding the most unlikely and preparing a defense for the two or three most probable scenarios. She didn't see anything, she saw everything or she saw everything and ran away in disgust. In all honesty, he could handle the embarrassment. But for some reason, the thought of losing Beth truly bothered him. That would be normal, but the reasons why were coming from different parts of his mind. He shook his head and headed for his room. 

The water felt wonderful as it splashed against his skin. It not only cleansed his body but helped wash away the troublesome thoughts he was struggling with. As his mind relaxed, a touch of sensuality crept into his daily ritual...something new. He lathered up his hands and carefully washed his body, taking more attention to his genitals that normal, pulling the foreskin back and making sure every little nook and cranny was fresh and clean. His hand felt so slippery and warm, he couldn't help giving his swelling cock a bit more attention. His hand slid under his balls, soaping them gently, his middle finger often nudging between his cheeks and 'cleaning' his tightly clenched anus. He hissed slowly as it eased into the tiny hole. For a moment, a different reality took possession of his mind. This was new for her. She'd never gone this far, simply content with watching, always smiling. Oh god, she was sucking his cock, exploring his body. Swallow it, he begged...taste it, drink it. Yessssssssssssss, he groaned. This is what he craved, this is what he needed. And, it was better than anything he'd ever imagined.

Suddenly a pack of neurons blackened the screen and replaced the image before his minds eye. It was only for a fraction of a second. It wasn't there long enough for him to make out any of the details. It had happened so fast...but it triggered a strange and wonderful sensation at the entrance to his bowels. Another tiny army of electrical impulses hammered away at the wall that sealed them from his conscious reality. They finally breached the once impenetrable surface and drove their way to the core, jamming the enemy's transmission and hacking his mind . Lucas groaned as he pushed his finger in deeper. The words 'don't stop' echoed real words from his past, but he couldn't remember who and where. Suddenly, his finger retreated on its own, then joined the others as they wrapped around his rigid cock. His hand began to move faster and faster and faster until a stream of semen exploded from the tip of his cock and splashed against the shower wall. 

Lucas watched the thick wad of cum trickle down the tile and smiled. What in the world has come over you. Damn. He smiled. Lucas finished his shower, happily humming a few of his favorite oldies, but carefully avoiding all but necessary contact with his cock. Another one like that, he thought, and I might have a heart attack. 

************** 

Beth was seated at the kitchen table, patiently waiting with breakfast and a pot of fresh coffee. Thank god, she was there. He felt relieved as she smiled at him. She was cheery as usual, with nothing abnormal in her demeanor or the tone of her voice. That brought a silent sigh of relief to Lucas. "Did you find the sandwich I left for you, Sir. I knew you would be hungry, working through dinner and all." 

"I did, Beth. I just wasn't in the mood to eat. I hope you understand." She looked at him and simply nodded her head. Her expression saddened but her smile quickly returned. He studied her face for a moment. She really was a rather pretty girl, young, innocent and fresh looking. There was something about her eyes that captured your attention. It was probably just the youthful sparkle that hadn't yet faded with age. But, her eyes seemed far more complicated than the two glistening blue sapphires they appeared to be. They were full of wisdom, touched with mischief and the hint of sensuality shown by women far older and more experienced...women completely confident in their sexuality. He hadn't noticed that before. Maybe he was afraid to. He laughed at himself. Down boy, remember...she's younger than your own daughter.

"Hey, what's so funny, Sir?" she asked curiously.

"Nothing, really. I'm just in a good mood. And I don't want to do a lick of work all today. As a matter of fact, I want to play. Let's say we get the hell out of here and go cruising? Her eyes widened in surprise and a somewhat nervous grin spread slowly across her face. 

"Yes Sir," she chirped. "Should I pack us a lunch, Sir?"

"Hell no, that would be way to healthy...I need some grease." He laughed and led her out to the garage. "After you," he said politely, as he opened the door to the car. When he slid behind the wheel, he leaned back against the soft leather seat of his Merc and sighed. "This will never do." He turned and look into her eyes, cocking his left eyebrow. "Can you keep a secrete? She nodded. "Good, cause you're dead meat if you tell a soul.' He pulled the car out of the garage and headed North on the highway. 




Beth



They didn't say much more than small talk for the nearly 30 minutes it took to reach a small town she'd passed through many times with her parents. It wasn't much...hell it wasn't anything. It was nothing more than some farms and a few houses. Finally he slowed down and pulled off the highway onto a narrow dirt road. A minute or two later, they pulled up in front of a cute, little farmhouse. Beside it stood a small barn that appeared to be in as good shape as the house itself, maybe even better. 

"Come on, follow me." Lucas hopped out of his car, but instead of heading towards the house, he marched right up to the barn and unlocked the main doors, pulling them open as if pulling back the curtains on window number one. She was right behind him and nearly ran into him when he stopped, turned and spread out his arms blocking her entry. "Promise to god you'll never tell a soul." She nodded, crossed her heart and grinned.

"I promise." Upon hearing those words he let her pass. Her curiosity had already been peaked, but the large, canvas covered object screamed out to her and grabbed her by the back of the neck. 

"Give me a hand, Sugar." She was caught off guard for a moment. It was the first time he'd ever called her anything but Beth. She bit her lip to keep from giggling as she helped him pull back the covering. Her eyes widened for the second time that day...she was in love. 

It seemed like an eternity ago, but she had been a tomboy, hanging out with her uncle and cousins as they tinkered with their cars. She would learn her father's interests lay elsewhere, which explained why he never hung with the guys. But this baby...fuck...it was a legend. She ran her fingers over the emblem, and looked up at Lucas. "427 or 428?" 

A real "427," he whispered, reverently. "An honest to goodness, 1966 Shelby Cobra. Think you can handle it?" She nearly wet her pants, almost afraid to answer yes...he had to be kidding. He grinned, reached into his pocket, pulled out the keys and tossed them across the car. Fucking A, her mind shouted as she slipped behind the wheel. 

She worked through the gears cautiously as they pulled onto the interstate. Please don't let me wreck this car, she whispered to herself, over and over. The guys would freak out knowing she'd driven this magical beast...one and one half million dollars of the most exotic car ever built. She could hear it begging her to let it out, to let it run with the wild ponies, to let its engines roar like the Vette killer it was. The little imp on her shoulder said yes, her nerves said no. "Hit it sugar, you know you want to," Lucas purred. He was reading her mind. And then, for nothing more than a split second, she nailed her foot to the floor...and that was enough. The needle pushed past 130, 140 and was ready to blow past 150 when she let her foot off the peddle. The rush was so intense, she could have sworn she'd cum. When the car finally slowed down to something resembling the speed limit, she turned to him and smiled so fondly and grateful, it alone was thanks enough.

Lucas let her drive for nearly an hour, then finally asked her to pull off at the next exit she saw with a sign stating there was a gas station nearby. A couple of miles down they road they found one, one and a half miles from the exit. They were laughing and talking cars as they pulled into the Shell station. Lucas filled the tank and checked the fluids while Beth ran in and got the key to the rest room. She disappeared around the corner of the building. It wasn't long before she returned and tossed him the key, correctly assuming he needed a pit stop himself. 

Lucas was in and out quickly. As he turned the corner, Beth caught his eye and he stopped dead in his tracks. She looked more than beautiful. Leaning back against the car, her hands to her sides, she looked like a starlet...eye candy strategically posed for an advertising still. She smiled the moment she saw him. Intentional or not, taking a deep breath and arching her back served the purpose of thrusting her incredible tits in his direction. His cock twitched. He smiled back and brashly let his eyes wander over her lush body. Finally, he took a deep breath and headed inside the gas station. 

He was still humming and smiling when he pushed through the door. He felt good, really good. He suddenly realized that he'd almost forgotten how to have fun. That thought, then another quickly led him to make a very important decision. He didn't know why he picked that particular moment, but he suddenly decided it was time to move on. The rest of your life was too fucking long to spend miserably. It was a shame he hadn't seen the pair of adoring eyes that had followed every move he'd made since he'd walked out of the bathroom. He'd have felt even better. It was probably a good thing that he couldn't read her mind. 

Lucas wasn't the only one who'd had a change of heart. Beth suddenly wanted more than a mouthful of cum from this man. Some how she sensed that there was more to him than met the eye. Even drunk, a person protests what is against his nature. She licked her lips as she remembered the nutty flavor of his seed, the feel of it trickling down her throat. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she remembered him lifting his hips off the chair, offering his ass to her probing tongue. Yes indeed, there were things about this wonderful man that didn't quite add up. Go figure. 

Lucas glanced around, spotted the coolers and quickly procured a couple of ice cold Dr. Peppers. He moved to the shelves and instinctively snatched up two packs of cheese crackers and a couple of super sized Snickers. He was in hog heaven. As he stepped up to the counter, the rather stately, elderly black man behind the glass case smiled at him and nodded in the direction of the gleaming, red Shelby. "You've got one hell of a ride there, boy." 

"Thanks. It's a real 427." The old man laughed and nudged the younger fellow who was stuffing packs of cigarettes into the display case. 

"I'm not talking about the car, boy. You're one lucky mother-fucker. Damn." Stunned, shocked, embarrassed, chagrined...all of them applied to Lucas for the first time in his life. When the old man pushed back the ten for the groceries, it was icing on the cake. "They're on the house, boy. You're gonna need all the energy you can muster." Lucas was even laughing now and could still hear their chuckles and snorts until the door finally closed behind him. 

"Don't ask," he said, sliding behind the wheel...trying his damnedest not to grin. She turned her head and smiled at the faces looking back. She'd pretty much figured it out. 

************** 

Lucas knew the car, what it would do and how it reacted. He'd enough time behind the wheel to safely push it through its paces. But the interstate wasn't the proper venue to put her through its paces. He left the interstate, taking the back roads around Fredricksburg heading Southeast. The winding roads were the perfect place to show Beth his skill as a driver and the raw power of his legendary car. The feel of the wind in his hair, the sound of Beth's gasps and squeals...each time he slid through one precarious turn after another, kissed his soul and awakened the man that lived inside his body. It seemed like thirty years had been peeled off his age. He was living again. 

They had no idea how long they'd been on the road, but before they knew it, they were at the outskirts of Whaleyville. They finally slowed down as they entered the city limits, prudently trying to keep the speed of the beast within reason. Suddenly, without a word, Lucas turned into the parking lot of a small farmer's market and pulled up to the front door. He twisted around in his seat and turned to face Beth. She hadn't really come down from the high induced by their harrowing ride. Her face was still flushed, her massive chest heaving and her hands clenched around her seat. She looked beautiful. He couldn't ignore that fact, but didn't dare mention it to her.

"You know, I was thinking," he said, pausing as if preparing some great and profound concept. "I haven't cooked a meal since you moved in. How about I pick up a couple of steaks and cook YOU dinner?" Though she'd been staring at him intently, she really hadn't been listening. Only god knew what Lucas would do if he knew what she'd actually had been thinking. She doubted his recollection of the drive back would include stopping along the side of the road and bending her over the front of his car in plain sight of every passer by and fucking her brains out. Fuck, It was taking every ounce of strength she had to keep from throwing herself on top of him. Why doesn't he at least kiss me, she thought. Can't he see what's going on? 

Her mind was still fuzzy about what he had said, but she finally collected her thoughts and let his words register in her mind. She looked at him and smiled as if he had just given her the title to his Cobra. If he only knew what he was doing to her. As if his driving wasn't enough, as in blowing past one of those crooked little 'nasty fucking curve ahead signs,' at five times the recommended speed...she had actually cum...this delicious man was going to cook for her. Calm down, girl. This is Lucas...he probably actually wants to cook for you. She cocked her head to the side and nodded. 

"That sounds like a plan, Sir. But if we're going to shop, you might want to cut off the engine...Sir." She grinned sheepishly. 

"Smart ass." He chuckled as he turned the key and removed it from the ignition switch. "Come on, woman. Let's get some victuals." A little tremor of excitement ran through her body. Woman, eh?

It didn't take long to cruise through the market. He shopped like he drove. And he knew exactly what he was looking for. Two beautifully marbled Porterhouse steaks, some salad fixings, a loaf of French bread, two baking potatoes and a gallon of Carlo Rossi's finest. The wine selection did remind them they were in Whaleyville. 

She remembered they needed to switch cars when he pulled off the main road and headed up the long drive. She'd been having so much fun, that she'd almost forgotten where they'd begun. He backed the car into the barn and shut it down. They hopped out and she retrieved the food, set in on the ground and dutifully helped him spread cover over his incredible toy. When he finally got the doors closed and secured, she turned and headed towards the Merc. 

"Where you heading?" She turned quickly and looked at him questioningly. Lucas laughed. I've got everything we need in this house...Hell, I even have cable." She didn't say a word. He turned and she followed. 

It was starting to get dark and it was difficult to see much until he flicked on the lights. The place was small, but gorgeous. One big room housed the kitchen, dining and living room. A huge stone fireplace covered most of one wall. At the end of the room an open door that drew her attention. She turned to face Lucas and nodded in its general direction. "Bedroom, Sir?"

"Yes Ma'am," he answered. "There's two more upstairs, Ma'am," mocking her with a grin. She growled through a feigned grimace then shook her head, smirking slightly.

"Sir, thow teaseth me cruelly. You are the master of the house. I am but a humble servant, a young girl you have taken in from the cold. YOU are the Master, I am the slave...Sir." Her tone was teasing, but her stomach was churning. If he only knew how true that really was. 

"Well then, woman. Fetch me a glass of wine while I prepare the game from today's hunt. Pour one for yourself. I hate drinking alone. The glasses are in the cabinet behind you."

'But I am only a little girl, barely legal as they say. Are you sure, Sir?" she asked as she turned and opened the cabinet. The words 'barely legal' seemed to have a strange effect on him. They seemed to tease his libido and he let his mind wander a bit. Were they flirting? No, that didn't seem probable. But he suddenly noticed she was wearing a pair of those stretchy leggings. The glasses were on the top shelf. He watched her stretch upward, pulling her baggy shirt high enough to show a bit of silky smooth skin above the waist band of her pants. Barely legal? Hardly. He should have turned his head, but he couldn't take his eyes off her lush bottom. The material followed every nook and cranny of her ass as if it were a coat of paint. 

"Damn. You're more woman at nineteen than most at thirty." He turned beet red the second he realized he'd said it out loud. If he heard it, she heard it. He waited. Beth quickly wiped the smile off her face and snapped around. She knew where he'd been looking. Hell, she could almost feel his eyes caressing her ass. She set the glasses on the table and placed her hands on her hips.

"Excuse me...did you just say I looked thirty, SIR?" He took a deep breath and quickly regained his wits.

"No, I said I felt like I was thirty again. I've had so much fun today." All of that was true, albeit not what he said. She smiled, but the mischief in her eyes said she knew. He grinned sheepishly and silently apologized with a shrug of his shoulders. She couldn't help thinking how cute he looked, how vulnerable. She needed to leave the door open, not close it. This wasn't some porn flick where the next move was to jump his bones on the kitchen table. She had to be patient. Be bold but not brassy, she cautioned herself. She let her instincts take over. She calmly stepped closer and touched him gently on the side of his face. 

"Well, if it makes any difference, I wish I was." He smiled and straightened his back, pushing his chest out proudly. He'd obviously gotten her drift.

"You looking for a raise?" he asked with a wink. "If you weren't, you got one anyway. Now...where is that glass of wine?"

************** 

Dinner was spectacular. The man knew how to cook a steak. And even Carlo Rossi gets smoother after the fourth glass. A mutual buzz had started and it was also obvious that they were spending the night. 

"Sir, do you mind if I take a shower. I feel gritty after driving around all day with the top down."

"That's a good idea. I think I'll take one myself. Why don't you toss your clothes in the washer and grab something in my closet for sleeping."

"My, my. A slumber party. I haven't been to one of those in a long time." She paused and looked at him teasingly, raising an eyebrow and giving him a suspicious look accompanied by a wrinkle of her nose. "Hey, this isn't the part where I come out wearing one of your old football jerseys and drive you insane." He gave her a 'who me' shrug then laughed. "Harrumph," she said chuckling. "You men are all alike. If I find a cheerleader's costume, I'm walking home, Sir." He took a swat at her ass as she walked past him towards the bedroom, but she moved quickly and avoided his hand. Now that was a dumb thing to do, girl, she thought...I bet that would have felt kinda good.

The shower was perfect. She couldn't remember the last time she'd taken a shower without a water saver valve. She assumed he was on a well...he must have one hell of a pump. The powerful stream of water caressed her body with a thousand stinging beads of water, leaving her skin tingling and pink. She closed her eyes for a moment and let her thoughts wander then gently slapped her own face. Get a grip girl. She finally turned off the water and dried off. 

Beth found a soft flannel shirt in his closet. It hit her about mid thigh. She chuckled as she looked at herself in the mirror. It was one of 'those' shirts. She shook her chest slightly and watched her large breasts move under the soft fabric. Not to obvious, but obvious enough. She wouldn't admit it to herself, but subconsciously, she was declaring war. Like it or not, she was crazy about the guy. But there were so many things that didn't work. The obvious one...he was ten years older than her father. He lived in another reality, where the rich and famous improved their reputations by being his friend. But the real white elephant in the room hadn't been faced at all. Sooner or later he would want to know the whole story. 

She searched the top of his dresser for a brush. She found it and started to brush her hair. She noticed a picture tucked in the edge of his mirror. Her heart stopped beating and a knot began to form in her stomach. My god. It was the same woman, the same smile, the same eyes...but not alone. Behind her stood Lucas as a young man, the spitting image of the man seated next to HER. Fuck, everyone else on the planet would have made the same mistake she had. Beth's hand was still trembling as she started to brush her hair once again. She'd suddenly realized that this war wasn't over by any stretch of the imagination. 

************** 

When Beth came out of the bedroom, she discovered Lucas had already showered and changed into some sweats he obviously kept around his hideaway. It was early spring and the weather had suddenly change as it often did. It had gotten chilly, and rather than turn on the heat, he'd started a nice fire which cast a warm glow over the entire room.. There were two, full glasses of wine sitting on the coffee table. She smiled, remembering the last time she'd seen him drink too much. Lucas was crouched down in front of the fire, stoking it carefully as the flames grew higher and hotter. She walked over and stood beside him, moving closer and closer until his elbow grazed her leg. He stopped and turned his head, his eyes beginning their surveillance at her feet before slowly working their way up to her smiling face. She watched his Adams apple move and his neck tighten slightly.

"Emmmmmmmmmmm, that shirt looks a whole lot better on you than it does on me," he quipped as his eyes dropped to her chest for another look. He damned near sighed as he watched her mountainous breasts sway freely under what suddenly became his favorite shirt.

"Why thank you, Sir. I'm sorry I couldn't find the cheerleader's outfit." She laughed softly and turned to pick up the glasses of wine, handing him one after he stood and placed the iron on the stand. "it's too bad we don't have something to toast."

"We do. To my very first guest in the old homestead." She looked at him quizzically.

"I was born here. Had some happy times in this very room...until we lost everything. My dad got sick. He never got over losing it." He shrugged his shoulders. "I had to buy it back. No one else knows...a man's gotta have a couple of secretes. Right?" He laughed and shook his head. "To you." They clinked their glasses and took a healthy sip. They stood their for a moment, watching each others eyes as if waiting for someone to speak. She finally tilted her head slightly and gave him a suspicious look. 

"Am I really your first guest?" she asked, her question laden with disbelief. God, he was incredibly handsome and charming. She suspected there had been a line of eager women waiting at his door...perhaps even his own daughter...now knowing a third secret about him led to some wicked thoughts. "I mean, how do you possibly hide something like this...and let's not mention your little toy in the barn?" 

"Well you are, honest to god. And as for the other things, I just never talked about them. It's easy to keep secretes. Right?" He was staring right into her eyes as he spoke. She knew where he was heading. That white elephant suddenly had raised it's head and bellowed in the jungle. What the hell, she thought. She was tired of dodging bullets. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. 

"Are you sure you want to know?" her voice a near whisper.

"Do I look like Tom Cruise?" She smiled...he'd made his point nicely. 

"Let's put it nicely. I wasn't exactly raised as the girl next door." She lowered her eyes. She knew she was hedging. She took another deep breath and raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes. From the day I turned fourteen, I was raised as their little fuck toy...used by both of them and pimped out to their little group of friends to do any freaky thing they desired." She closed her eyes for a second then continued with the hardest part of the truth. "And before you ask, I don't hate them for that. And I'm not going to lie to you. I grew to love it." His eyes flickered but said nothing she could read. 




Beth



"But you do hate them. I can can see it in your eyes. Why?" She laughed sadly.

"Because they threw me away...like a used condom. Two years ago they adopted a little boy, about the same time my loving father started coming to me without her. Pretty soon, that was it." Lucas threw back his head and cleared his throat. 

"I'm sorry,' was all he could think of saying.

"Don't be...getting kicked out was probably the best thing that ever happened to me...make that second best." She looked at him and smiled sadly. "Just give me a few days to find another place, if you would, Sir." 

"And why would I do that?" he asked sharply, almost angrily. He finished his glass of wine and walked over to the kitchen table. He grabbed the bottle and walked back, plopping down in a large, leather recliner, perfectly positioned in front of the biggest wide screen television she'd ever seen. "Bring your glass, there's bound to be something on TV." She stood there for a moment, blown completely away...this certainly wasn't what she'd expected. She managed to pull the pieces back together and took a spot on the sofa. The scene was surreal. 

She couldn't understand his reaction. She couldn't understand her feelings. She couldn't understand a fucking thing. What the hell was going on? Was she missing something? Did she know too much? Did she know too little? Had she walked into something more fucked up than her own situation? "God damn it," she screamed. "What the fuck is the matter with you?" She jumped up and stood directly in front of the very confused man. 

Lucas stared at her wide eyed. Every emotion, every errant thought, the shell of a life he'd been living, his loneliness, his incestuous cravings for his mother, all bottled up inside had erupted from his subconscious and had almost put his mind in a state of shock. He'd channeled everything into becoming a success, suppressed his natural inclinations...for what, for whom? Everyone he cared for had abandoned him. He was like Beth, alone and used. What would they all think if they knew what he truly was? Thoughts that had haunted him from his youth rushed to the surface...secretly watching his parents, fucking like animals while waiting to be between his own mother's widespread thighs when his father was gone...and even worse, wanting to plunge his boyish cock deep into his own father's ass. Childhood curiosity for the latter? Perhaps, but the guilt had festered inside him all these years, too long for the innocent thoughts of a child.

He stared at the lush woman before him. In essence, a woman, unknowingly groomed by her own parents, for the likes of him. And she cared for him, unselfishly. Oh yes, every detail of that moment they had shared had risen from oppression within the volcano of thoughts. He could walk away as he had done so many times before or live. His thoughts cleared completely as he slowly lifted his hand for hers. "Are you sure?" he asked calmly. She nodded her head yes. "Not just tonight," he added, making himself perfectly clear. Her eyes tightened.

"Are you sure, Sir?" she whispered, taking his hand and moving closer. It was his turn to nod. She straddled his legs and placed her right knee on the edge of the chair. She released her hand and began to unbutton her shirt. "I'm not wearing any panties, Sir," she teased, offering him a rather unsubtle hint.

"You never wear panties." He grinned and slipped his hand under the bottom of her shirt and cupped her pussy, firmly pressing his palm against her labia as he eased one, thick finger into her wetness. She whimpered softly then suddenly ripped off the shirt and tossed it on the floor. Lucas couldn't keep from gasping. Ruben would have killed to have this woman in his stable of models. Her body screamed lustiness. Her breasts were bigger when free, wondrous globes of milky white flesh, capped with rosy fields of pebbled skin surrounding rock hard nipples born to torment your mouth. Her belly was soft and rounded, molded to lead your eyes down into the nether regions between her glistening thighs. Her belly button, so deep and inviting, was destined to be a resting place for his tongue as it moved down from her nipples to the dark and puffy crescents of flesh that framed the entrance to her womb. 

Lucas pushed another finger besides the first. She winced, then purred. Another finger brought a groan to her lips, a quickening of her breath and a gush of her juices into his hand. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and watched her eyes as he licked away every trace of the viscous liquid. "Pleased, Master?" She watched the question form in his eyes. 

"Master?" 

"I need that, Sir." Her voice was pleading, her eyes begging. This was the next step in her own journey...how could she know it was the first in his own fantasies? 

"Then Master it is. And you?"

"What ever you say, Master. I am your servant...you own me." Her smile was too wicked, her eyes laced with erotic mischief. He thought for a second, the imp of the perverse playing with his sense of humor. He couldn't resist. He reached up with both hands and cupped her silky breasts.

"Tits. Will that work?" She frowned but remained silent. "Big Tits...maybe Nips?" he teased, tweaking her extended nipples, pulling her pliant breasts away from her chest and letting them drop to quiver and dance for his pleasure. "No, Pet will have to do...the others are a little over the top for public use." She couldn't keep from laughing...a little surprised at the knowledge their relationship might go public.

"You're crazy. You know that, Sir." 

"And why is that?" he asked coyly. 

"I'm standing here, completely naked. I haven't had sex in nearly a year. My pussy is literally dripping." He glanced down quickly and returned her stare with a feigned look of surprise. "And, I've thrown myself at you for months...and you...and you haven't fucked me yet...Sir. Is there something wrong with me?"

"That's right, I haven't fucked you yet. And you know there is nothing wrong with you. But there is something else we haven't done...we haven't even kissed." He shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Hell, I'm just an old country boy and we country boys like to kiss a little first." He grinned. "Kiss first...fuck later. That's what I always say." She couldn't keep from laughing. He really was crazy. She looked at him and shook her head, then simply hopped on his lap, her knees straddling his thighs, and kissed him. The playful kiss quickly turned serious and when their lips finally parted, they were both breathing deeply.

"Anything else?" she panted. The look on his face turned her into jelly. She knew exactly what he wanted to hear, what she wanted to say, what she'd never said to anyone else before in her entire life. Playtime was over. Wanting her to say it, told her that her sordid past didn't mean a thing...the countless men and women she'd fucked and sucked in her short life meant nothing to him. Lucas Wiley wanted to be assured of one thing...it was like some perverse form of absolution for the both of them. She leaned into his chest and put her mouth to his ear. "I love you," she whispered, meaning it like she'd never meant anything else before. 

************** 

Beth woke up curled around Lucas' hard body under as many blankets as they could find during the night. But with the rising sun, they had become to many. She pushed off one, then another and another until she got comfortable. She slid her hand down across his belly, searching for that wondrous appendage of his...the one that had taken her to places she didn't know existed. Lucas stirred when he realized that the pleasure he was receiving wasn't part of an erotic dream. Her scent, still on his lips, told him he wasn't dreaming. He closed his arm and pulled her against him. 

"Good morning, Pet," he half whispered. 

"Good morning, Sir. You're up early," she said giggling at the obvious. "Are you sure you're 52?" She gave his cock a firm squeeze and pulled her hand away and put her arm across his chest, her fingertips teasing the side of his bristly face. "What have you planned for us today, Sir? We could just stay in bed."

"We could, but I just might dry up and die. Damn, woman...you wore me out." She laughed softly and kissed his chest. 

"Blue pill, blue pill, blue pill," she chanted impishly. 

"The hell I will," he said laughing...you're the only pill I need." Suddenly, Beth pushed herself up, looking like something terrible had happened. 

"Sir, please don't hate me. God, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

"What the hell are you babbling about?" he barked.

"The pill. Fuck...I stopped taking it when I started working for you. Oh fuck." She was on the brink of tears. "I'm so sorry, Master...honestly. Don't worry, Sir. We can find a doctor ..." Lucas looked at her and shook his head. 

"The only thing you'd better worry about is making sure we get to McDonald's before they stop serving breakfast." He started to turn over on his side and get out of bed, but she pulled him back. 

"Aren't you worried...or is it that you just don't care?" 

"What? You getting pregnant?" She looked at him incredulously, her mouth open and her eyes wide in amazement. "Isn't that what's supposed to happen...eventually...especially when you fuck a lot? What? You want a doctor to help us pick out their first names...they'll already have a last one, if your worried about that." The tears were already streaming down her face by the time she fully understood. With the baggage she carried, she'd given up on the semblance of a normal relationship...though this wasn't exactly Ozzie and Harriet, it would certainly do. She started to speak, but he placed a finger over her lips. His eyes softened as he cupped her chin. "Sugar, there's no reason why we can't be everything...unless you don't want to." She was stunned into silence. 

For some strange reason the word Cinderella popped into her mind. God. She hoped the Shelby Cobra hadn't turned into a bunch of mice. Good lord, his craziness was contagious. She started to laugh.

"What...what?" 

"Did you just sorta ask me to marry you? 

"Yea, kinda sorta," he replied, sounding surprised that she had asked. "Well?"

"Sure." She could have said more, but as disoriented as her mind was at the moment, a cohesive thought was unlikely. Instead, she slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom, leaving him alone in bed with his own thoughts. She turned and looked back over her shoulder and caught him gazing longingly at her lush ass, his hand slowly pumping his fully hardened cock. The look in his eyes said everything. "McDonald's first," she quipped. 

Beth stepped into the shower and sighed. The shower felt as good as it did last night...even better. She smiled a she began thinking about last night and what had just occurred. It had all happened so fast. She was a bit numb emotionally. She wasn't used to the romance. And she certainly wasn't used to a cock as big as the one that hung between her Master's legs. God damn, he was big. Her sore pussy could attest to that. The thought of that monster inside her ass was a little scary. She chuckled. He'd kept telling her how tight she was. Fuck, a 90 year old hooker would feel tight to him. 

They'd fucked for nearly two hours straight. Dozing off afterward, but waking up early in the morning for another round. Compared to what she'd typically done in the past, it may have been tame...it was obvious they had been 'making love.' But holy shit, she must have cum a dozen times. And he certainly wasn't bashful or squeamish. Her thoughts began to excite her and she couldn't keep her hand from sneaking down between her thighs. She shivered as she relived the moment when he cleaned his own cum off her face and nipples before dropping his head down and cleaning out her sperm filled cunt. The demons that still lingered caused her to wonder when the other shoe would drop...when their histories would mix. Her body trembled at the thought of how it would manifest itself. Her finger pushed into her well fucked pussy as she let her thoughts wander. She stopped and turned when she felt the curtain rustle. 

Lucas stepped in and pulled it shut. When she felt his arms go around her waist and his rock hard cock press into the crack of her ass, she sensed she wasn't going to have to wait too long to find out. "What about McDonald's?" she whispered as he began working the length of his massive cock up and down the deep crevice her cheeks created. 

"Everyone can wait...mama." 

"Oh my," she gasped. That caught her off guard. He slid his hands up over her belly and cupped her warm breasts. She turned her head and looked at him, her eyes uneasy as she wondered how it was supposed to be handled. 

"You've got your baggage Pet...I've got mine." She smiled wickedly...suddenly realizing this was truly a match made in hell.

"Something you had or something you wanted?" she pried, needing a bit of the sordid truth to help her please her Master. 

"Both...we never did it in the shower." Damn, he was a bag of snakes. She leaned back into him for a moment, churning her her ass against his loins giving herself a little time to think. She put the scene together quickly. For the first time, her graduate degree in kink would be used for something positive...for both of them.

"You're a wicked boy, Lucas Wiley. You know we shouldn't be doing this, baby boy. What if your father catches us? He's just outside." She leaned forward, her hands on the wall, letting the water splash down her back. "Don't you want to wash it baby boy...before you put that big man's cock up your mama's dirty ass?" She felt Lucas guiding the tip against her tightly clenched anus. She tried to relax...she knew it was going to hurt like hell.

"You know better than that, mama. You know I love it nasty," he growled, sinking his teeth into the side of her neck. He'd fallen quickly, immersing himself into this fantasy, as bits and pieces of the truth drifted into their reality. Their histories were mixing. 

"Careful, Lucas...I can't keep hiding the marks from your daddy." She winced as the huge bulbous head pushed through her sphincters. "Oh my god, Lucas," she screamed as he thrust his cock into her bowels. 

"Hush up bitch," he commanded. "You know you love it woman, as much as I love fucking your nasty whore's ass." He drove the last few inches deep inside. She winced, panting as she tried to relax...he was huge in her cunt...even bigger in her ass. The pain was excruciating...hurry, hurry she screamed silently, get better, get better. Her bowels began to stretch. Her pain twisted face began to soften...her lips curling up into a smile. Nothing this big had ever been inside her ass...and deeper than anyone had ever been. Such wonderful pain. She leaned over even further...she wanted more. God, wait till I get him to beat me, she thought, as her body slowly began to tremble with desire.

"Yessssssssssssssssss, Lucas. I love being your whore, baby, your nasty, ass fucking whore. Shit." Beth shoved her ass back, rolling it, twisting it as Lucas began sawing his throbbing cock in and out slowly. She could feel every contour of his flesh as it pressed against the walls of her greasy chute. God, her breathing began to match the beating of his heart. "Oh god...oh god...don't let your daddy catch us like this...hurry, fuck your mama's ass. Oh fuck...oh my god."

"He got his pussy this morning...I watched. He won't be back for a while. You know how he is." Beth grunted as he slammed his cock into her body as he spilled more and more of the truth from his lips. "I watched him fuck your ass, you little slut. This is my hole, remember?" He slapped her ass sharply. Beth squealed...whimpering with the pleasure. He slapped her again, even harder. 

"I'm sorry baby...I can't help it. You know how much I love it back there." Beth was beginning to boil. She felt the tingling begin in her belly. My god, she'd never cum from ass fucking before. Lucas sensed what was happening...his pace quickened. His hips moved like a jack hammer. She began to moan, whimpering like a baby. "Master, god damn...fuck me. Oh god, I can't stop...." He didn't stop...he couldn't stop.

"Now, Beth," he growled, as the first stream of sperm exploded from the tip and splashed against the slippery walls of her bowels. Her screaming, his grunting, continued until their bodies were wasted and the last drop of sperm oozed out of his cock. They stood there, not moving a muscle, the water soothing their skin, as their bodies calmed down. Somewhere near the end, they'd fallen out of character. Reality was better than fantasy. At least this part of their lives was good enough to push history aside. It was uncanny that they both wondered if everything else would be as good as this. Time would tell.

They finally were able to disconnect and pull away from each other. With a lusty gaze, his adoring slave slowly slid down to her knees and took his soiled cock in her mouth and cleaned every speck of filth from his wilting flesh. Satisfied she had finished her work, she lifted herself up and leaned in to kiss him, wondering what he would do. She was surprised that he kissed her passionately. She'd expected less, even though she'd willingly and hungrily done what was expected. But when he spun her around, when his mouth traveled down her back, when his tongue traced a path between her cheeks...directly to her anus, still gaped by his assault, her breath stopped. He couldn't...he wouldn't...fuck, no one had ever done that to her, not when they'd just filled it with cum. But he did. 

There was no hesitation. His thick tongue pushed deep inside her ass, swirling around, probing as deep as he could, as his hungry mouth sucked every drop of mottled liquid into his mouth. Finished, he rose to his feet, spun her around and pulled her lips to his own. She came the moment the viscous fluid flowed into her mouth. The man was a god. He owned her completely, her mind and body were his as long as he wished. They stood there for an eternity, pushing the creamy liquid back and forth with their tongues, sharing their juices until it had all disappeared. When they'd finally finished. He looked at her and smiled softly.

"Pick a day." 

"Monday," she whispered. "No, Tuesday. Can I have a maid of honor, maybe a bridesmaid or two?" He laughed. 

"Are they like you?" he asked teasingly. "Cause if they are, you can have a dozen brides maids." She nudged him in the stomach. 

"You wish, old man, Sir," she said giggling. "Emmmmmmmmmmm, well maybe if you're nice, two, maybe three. I don't want you having a heart attack on our wedding night." He shook his head and laughed.

"You would, wouldn't you," he said chuckling in amazement. "You sure you don't want to plan a big wedding?"

"Nope. I don't want to give you any time to change your mind...maybe a week."

"Alright then, a week from Tuesday it is. Wait, you've got to promise me one thing." She suddenly got the feeling that the other shoe had dropped. She looked at him cautiously. 

"What?" 

"Promise me," he paused..."That after we get married, you'll never have a headache." She simply laughed as he pulled her tight against his body and nuzzled her neck, moving his mouth slowly up the nape. He traced the edge of her ear causing goose bumps to rise along her spine. "Hey, do think McDonald's is still serving breakfast?" he whispered. She simply rolled her eyes. This crazy man was obviously from another planet. 

************** Everyone in his family thought he was crazy, except Roman. Somehow he managed to catch a flight back to the States just in time for the wedding and was genuinely happy for his dad. The others weren't so happy, actually choosing not to attend. It dawned on them that she was a game changer...threatening their lavish and worthless lifestyle. They'd always assumed his vast fortune would one day be theirs...not knowing the decision to leave the balance of his estate to charity had been made long before he'd met Beth. If Lucas was sad, he didn't show it. Beth could see the hurt in his eyes when the topic came up, but kept silent. She hoped things would change, she knew how much he loved his family.




Beth



Roman was his best man, not because his eldest son wouldn't, but because he simply liked Roman the best. He loved all of his children but Ro was more like his dad than Lucas wanted to admit. He had his looks, his charm and his lust for life. Drive...that was another matter. Generous like his dad, he was always there for a friend in need or a worthy cause. He once mentioned to Lucas that he was interested in politics. A stint as a page in Washington cured him of that. 

Eugene and Carl Simpson, one of the men who had helped Lucas build the 'empire' were groomsmen. Becky, her maid of honor and two other equally delicious young nymphets, that every other wife in attendance kept an eye on, balanced the alter. It was quite a shock for everyone that attended. And Lucas was amazed that so many people showed up. A few calls to the right people on the evening of their 'engagement' had made everything possible. That was twenty four years ago. 

The house was empty again. Cancer has a way of fucking up peoples lives. Beth was sitting at her desk, staring out into the garden. She hardly fit the picture of a lonely widow. At 43 she was even more beautiful than the day she'd met Lucas and in the year since he'd passed, she carried herself well. As she sat reminiscing, she couldn't help being a little sad. But the memories left by twenty three years of perfection have a way of keeping you happy. 

Things had been different for Lucas and Beth. They'd been a family that people likened to the Nelsons. He was the perfect husband and father while she was the perfect wife and mother. The kids loved their crazy parents, who doted on them, traveled often to briefly visit exotic places and always managed to drag them along for one or two marvelous vacations each year. Family always came first. And as the kids got older, smarter and wiser, they began to realize that mom and dad weren't exactly Ozzie and Harriet in the bedroom. As children, they giggled at the sounds that emanated from their quarters. As they grew older they blushed when the topic came up in their adolescent conversations. As they became young adults, they fully understood the meaning of the sounds and utterances they 'accidentally' heard as they stood near their bedroom door. Each one eventually began to hope they'd be lucky enough to find that perfect mate like their parents had. They could only guess at what happened on their special trips without the kids.

It had now been a year since Lucas died, enough time had passed to start the guessing game amongst her friends. Lucas Wiley was a tough act to follow, but a woman does have her needs. Especially a woman like Beth. The new faces that joined her circle of friends, couldn't believe she'd had three kids. Her closest girlfriends weren't embarrassed to inform her that she was voted MILF of the year by their horny young sons. They predicted that a suitor would soon appear on the horizon. She was a catch...a very wealthy catch. Oh yes, Lucas had changed his will. 

Beth knew that it was only a matter of time. But for the moment, she was content being faithful to the memory of her late husband and the extremely flexible, rubber casting of his most prominent feature...a curio procured on one of their most memorable solo vacations. Her Master's ego received a totally unnecessary boost when the woman who made the casting sheepishly asked permission to make one for herself...for display purposes only she'd noted, blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Beth sighed softly as the memories of that day grew more vivid in her mind. Her hand dropped to her knee and slowly began making its way up her silky thigh.

The Danish cougar was overjoyed when Lucas agreed...even more so when he slowly pushed her back onto her desk and gave her when she really desired. The shock on her face quickly disappeared when Beth simply licked her lips and smiled at the nervous woman that stared up at her, amazed that she would share such a man with another woman. She was even more amazed when his dutiful slave cleaned away every trace of her Master's seed and the other copious fluids that coated her quivering cunt and anus. Of course she'd used her tongue...what else. The overwhelmed woman was even more amazed that Beth could take every inch of his amazing cock down her throat. Beth even gave her lessons. The grateful woman had vainly tried to return his money. The humor of his parting remark flew over her her head, and Beth successfully stifled her laughter until they were well away from her shop. "The casting, 300 euros...the expression on your face as I fucked your ass, priceless," still made her chuckle. 

She could never forget that trip. Denmark had certainly lived up to its reputation. And, Copenhagen made Vegas, the sin city of the U.S., seem as wholesome as Disneyland. Each time she reminisced about that particular trip, her eyes glazed over and her pussy quivered in response to phantom sensations created by her mind. For nearly three days, six barely legal boys had pleasured them in ways she'd never dreamed possible. Thank god for room service, or they would have all been found dead from hunger and exhaustion. Her spontaneous and generous tip, to the cute, and quite receptive young girl who pushed the heavily laden cart of food into their room at least three times every day, was given a round of applause. Beth whimpered softly, easing two fingers into her moist pussy, as she fondly remembered the sweet taste of that young girls cunt. 

Her fingers began moving a little faster as she continued her walk down memory lane. God, to be that flexible again, she thought, shaking her head slowly as she chuckled to herself. Imagine being able to actually stand on your hands as you sucked one eager cock after another into your hungry mouth while another cock fucked your ass. She'd made her Master proud. But, twisting your body around to service five at once was her piece de resistance. Squatting over two cocks, one firmly planted in your ass, another in your cunt, servicing one with your mouth while you pumped two virile young studs cum all over your tits...now that was something. She remembered opening up the long, slender, velvet box a few days later. The diamond choker was breathtaking. "You earned it, Pet," he whispered with a wink. She opened her desk drawer and retrieved the rubber replica of her husband's cock. She pushed it between her nether lips and sighed softly as she returned to her memories.

The image of her Master, his arms wrapped around the youngest of the group, his cock deep inside the boy's tender ass, consumed her consciousness as she pumped it deeper and deeper into her yearning cunt. She was almost there when the sound of his voice shattered the moment. She snapped around to find Ro, standing beside her desk, totally embarrassed by what he was seeing. When the rubber phallus dropped from her hand onto the floor, it left no doubt in Roman's mind as to what she'd been doing. Completely shocked and embarrassed, he suddenly turned and fled the room, leaving the door wide open as he headed towards his own room. 

Roman was spending a few days, visiting and taking care of some odds and ends around the house. He'd made a point of making sure Beth was OK. He'd been the only one that took a part in their lives while Lucas was living, and after his death he had frequently dropped by to make sure things were in order. He loved his new siblings, apparently caring more for them than his own brother and sister. He and his siblings didn't have much in common. Roman had found his niche in life. He loved tinkering with new gadgets and inventions, more specifically, green technology, often putting his money where his mouth was. It appeared he was more like Lucas than anyone could have imagined. He was not quite in the same league as his father had been, but he was the only one who now had more money than originally been placed in his trust, quite a bit more. 

One of the odds and ends he was attending to, was delivering the final documents relating to his purchase of a small manufacturing plant owned by Lucas. Roman intended to manufacture one of his new widgets at the plant. He intended to keep all of the workers and management...training them while the necessary modifications to the production lines were made. Small is a relative term. The acquisition cost Roman $130 million, an amount equal to his trust plus $30 million. Beth never pried into the finances of Lucas, but she was concerned with what could happen to Ro, since he surely had depleted all his resources. He'd paid cash for god's sake. A call to a friend at the bank, left her shocked and relieved. She wouldn't pry again. 

Beth was mortified with what had just happened. He wasn't a kid for god's sake. He was older than she was. And he knew she and his father hadn't been saints all their lives. She though for a moment and decided to simply talk about what had happened face to face. She walked quietly down the hallway to prevent giving him a warning of her presence...she didn't want him running away. The door to his room was open slightly. It latch had always had a habit of hanging up and letting the door gradually open. A seven million dollar house and no one can fix one stupid door...go figure. She could make out his reflection in a mirror opposite the door. He had removed his clothes and was standing in front of the dresser, looking at something in his wallet. The towel draped over his shoulder pretty much said he was preparing to take a shower. She smiled as she admired his muscular body and wondered just how much like his father the rest of him was. 

She couldn't see his front. His back was turned towards the mirror on the wall. But, she began to realize what he was intending to do in the shower. His hand was below his waist, and his shoulder had that unmistakeable movement. He stopped, closed the wallet and turned to walk into the bathroom. Beth hoped he hadn't heard her gasp. He didn't pause and simply continued into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. She pulled her hand away from her mouth and took a deep breath. He was his father's son...maybe even more. She started to walk away, but she let her curiosity get the better of her. What the hell was he looking at. She turned back around and slipped into the room heading directly towards the dresser. She flipped it open, a corner of what looked like a picture peeked out between the folds of money. She pulled the soft leather apart and gazed at the picture.

She stifled another gasp. It was an old photograph, obviously taken right after she and Lucas had gotten married. She was laying on a chaise lounge, near the pool. She remembered that old suit of hers. It barely covered the vital parts, exposing a huge amount of her opulent breasts and clung to her nether parts tight enough to form a camel toe. There were two photos. The other obviously taken on the same day, showed her on her stomach, the thong exposing nearly every decent inch of her lush ass. She pushed them back into his wallet, trying to make sure everything looked undisturbed and quickly left the room. 

She walked down the hall and slipped into her own bedroom, closing the door quietly before dropping into the wing back chair near her bed. My god...all these years. They had always been close, from the day they'd met...she had no idea of this. When you look back with different eyes, things take on different meanings. All the hugs, the lingering pecks on the cheek...his eyes constantly on her when ever he was over. This was too much for her to deal with at the moment. She closed her eyes and leaned back into the plush chair.

If she didn't finish what she had started, she would be edgy for the rest of the day. She pulled the hem of her skirt up and pushed her hand between her thighs. She focused her mind on the Danish pastries, the male daisy chain plus one that culminated their interlude with the boys. She flirted with as many memories as she could to keep her mind from going where she knew it would eventually wind up. She came the moment she let the image appear. Her hand was pumping wildly, creating a frothy foam with her juices as Roman grimaced, his own orgasm washing across his body. She could almost feel his sperm splashing against the walls of her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. The rush of emotions that flooded her mind overwhelmed her. The slow darkening of the room brought her a partial sense of relief...at least the day was ending. She slowly closed her eyes and went to sleep.

************** 

Sleep does has a way of working miracles. She actually felt calm, relaxed. She hadn't yet faced the events of the day before. But she was confident things would work themselves out. There was little she could do about any of it. Shit happens. She was pleasantly surprised to find Roman enjoying his morning coffee in the kitchen. 

"Good morning, Dad's second life," he chirped. She smiled. He'd heard his father refer to her in those words and had purloined them for his own, often teasing her with the same words. It was part of their thing.

"Good morning, third child from his first life," she shot back grinning. She looked at him lovingly. He really was the image of his father. She thought about a lot of things in a matter of seconds. Things seemed to make a lot more sense than they did yesterday. One thing became clear...why this delicious hunk of a man rarely dated, and never had a serious relationship. It made her happy and sad at the same time. She remembered the look in her Master's eyes when that cougar in Denmark had all but thrown her panties in his face. Her ego swelled. But she was sad, sad for the both of them. 

Your subconscious picks the strangest times to bubble over. She shivered a little.

"You OK, woman?" She shivered again. He'd picked that up from his father also. 

"Oh yeah," she replied quickly. It suddenly dawned on her why she hadn't worn a bra today. The second she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, she felt his eyes caressing her breasts. It was only for a second and they quickly traveled upward until he was looking directly into her own mischievous eyes. For the first time since they had met, she realized how mysterious and dark they were...complicated and full of life. She didn't know why, but at that moment, she decided to move on. She smiled, biting her lip nervously, as a somewhat impish expression took over her face. She swallowed, took a deep breath and softly whispered.

"Hey, Sugar. Can you keep a secret?"



Beth



This story is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18. 

*

To start let me introduce myself. My name is Jake and I am 21. I am 6 feet tall and have been told by former girlfriends that I am quite good looking. I have also been blessed with a 9 inch long and very thick cock.

Beth is my across the road neighbour and has been for the past year. She is 18 and she is with out a doubt one of the sexiest girls I have ever laid eyes on. 

Though I don't know for sure I would say she is 5 feet 7 inches tall with dyed red hair(she used to have brown hair). She has amazing tits that I would say are about 32C and she has the best ass I have ever seen in a pair of jeans.

She looks so sexy when she walks across the street in her school uniform (she is in sixth form), though she looks sexy whatever she wears. The first time I spoke to her was about 3 months after she had moved in.

She had left her keys in her house and had been locked out by her parents. I could see her from my living room window and she looked cold (it was October). I walked across the road and asked if she would like to come over to my house while she waited. She said thanks and followed me over to my house.

We talked all the time she was here and became fast friends. I learned that she was single and that she had recently turned 18. I debated with myself about wether to ask her out. I had thought about it before but didn't know how old she was so I hadn't asked her. I decided not to as we had only just properly met.

After that we spoke nearly every day. A month went past and by now it was like we had been friends for years. I had decided I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. I was about to go out to do some yard work when my phone rang.

"Hey Jake will you come to my house, i want you to meet my new girlfriend." It was my best friend David. We had been friend for about 10 years, ever since I moved to the area. I was surprised but agreed to go round and set of straight away.

When I got to his house David let me in. "How long have you been going out with this girl?" I asked. I only asked because he usually tells me as soon as he has a date with a girl, never mind actually getting to the girlfriend stage.

"About a month" he replied, "And let me tell you she is so fucking hot you are going to be so jealous." I had never been jealous of any of his girlfriends so I didn't take any notice. When I got to his living room however, I got the shock of my life.

There sat on the sofa, looking as sexy as ever was Beth. As she heard us enter she turned to speak but stopped when she saw me. After a moment she spoke, "Hey Jake, I didn't realise that you were friends with David." 

I was so stunned I could't think of reply. David saved me the trouble when he asked the obvious question, "I didn't know you two knew each other." "Though you do live on the same street" He added.

I hardly spoke for the whole visit, though I did speak when I was spoken to. I just sat there wishing I had asked Beth out when I had the chance. 

Now it was too late and she was with my best friend. I could feel something more than just disappointment inside myself, but didn't realise what it was until later.

I was lying on my bed later that night, trying to work out what else I was feeling about Beth and David being together when it dawned on me. 

Even though I had never asked Beth out in the month I had known her, something had developed inside me. I had fallen in love with Beth without even realising it.

The months went by and before I knew it, it was July. Beth had live on my street for a year and she had been with David for nine months. 

My friendship with Beth had deteriorated in that time. We only talked to each other about once a week. I didn't hate her I just thought that with my feelings for her I should stay away.

I was sitting in my house on a hot day in July when my phone beeped to signify that I had a text message. I looked down at the message "Hi Jake, Can you come over to my house. We need to talk." It was from Beth.

I didn't really want to go but it sounded important so I thought I should go. I walked over and knocked on her door. She opened the door, let me in and asked me to sit down. "Jake I want to ask you if you have a problem with me going out with David" Beth asked bluntly.

I was stunned for a second but eventually I replied "No." "What would make you think that?" I added so as not to seem impolite.

"It's just that before you found out that I was going out with David we were really good friends" she replied. "I feel like since you found out I was with David we have stopped speaking like we used to and it's like we aren't even friends anymore" she added.

I thought for a moment, then I replied "I'm sorry you feel like that but I just think it's more likely that we just haven't really seen each other much recently." 

I knew this wasn't the answer she was expecting, judging by look on her face. "I just feel like there is more to it than that Jake" She said.

"Well i don't know what to say because I don't feel that there is anything more to it than what I said.

"David seems to think it's because you are jealous of us" she said. When I didn't answer her she spoke again, "Is that what it is? Are you jealous of me and David?"

For some reason I could feel myself getting angry. "Well David is completely wrong!" I snarled at her. I immediately regretted my tone when I looked at her.

"Don't speak to me like that!" she half shouted. "It's obvious from your reaction that you are jealous of me and David, so why don't you just man up and admit it!" she added.

"Fine!" I shouted. "I am jealous of you and David! Are you happy now?" I added. She opened her mouth to retort but I continued, shouting loudly "I mean how would you feel if the you had to see the person you love kissing your best friend!"

She sat stunned and I couldn't understand why for a second until I realised I had actually just told her I loved her. I got up quickly before she could speak and left, slamming the door behind me.

About 30 minutes later my phone rang, it was David. I didn't want to answer it but I thought I should get whatever he had to say out of the way. "Hey Jake, I thought I would let you know that Beth just broke up with me" he said, sounding depressed. 

He went on to explain that she had told him that she was in love with somebody else and she didn't want to hurt him by stringing him along.

After he hung up, all I could think about was that Beth had said she loved someone else when earlier she was asking if I was okay with her being with David. 'Could it be me she is in love with?' I thought. There was only one way to find out, I thought and rushed out if the door.

I ran across the road to Beth's and knocked on the door. She opened it and I pushed my way inside. "David just called" I gasped, out of breath, "He said you broke up with him because you love someone else" I added. "I have to know if it is me you love because that's the only thing that makes sense to me" I demanded. 

She didn't say anything but pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues swirled in each others mouths. It was the best kiss I had ever experienced. After about a minute she pulled away, "Does that answer your question?" she asked.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to her bedroom. As soon as we got into the room we began kissing and ripping our clothes off until we were down to our underwear. She closed to door behind us.

After another minute of kissing she slid down onto her knees facing my rapidly hardening dick. She pulled down my boxers and gasped "Oh my god! I have never seen a dick this big in real life, only in porn."

She began to stroke my dick slowly until it was fully hard. I felt harder than ever before. When it was fully hard she began to lick up and down the length before licking the head, making me groan in pleasure.

After a minute or so of that she took the head fully into her mouth and began to move down the length. It felt amazing, she was sucking my dick better than anyone before. 

I thought I might hold out for a little while longer until I felt something nudge my skin above my dick. I looked down to see that she had fully taken me into her mouth. No girl had ever taken my dick fully into their mouth.

Seeing and feeling what she was doing pushed me over the edge. "Oh god Beth, i'm going to cum" I groaned. She kept on sucking while I filled her mouth with come and swallowed it down.

I pulled her up to her feet and kissed her again. "That was the best fucking blowjob I have ever had. Where did you learn to suck dick like that?" I asked.

"Do you really want to know?" she said smiling. I shook my head and resumed kissing her. As I was kissing her she reached back and unhooked her bra. She stepped back and took it off, revealing her amazing tits to me. They were even better than I had imagined.

I laid her on the bed and began to suck on her nipples, causing her to moan slightly. Then I slid down her body. I could smell her pussy before I reached it and could see her thong was soaking wet. I rubbed her pussy through her thong causing her to moan again.

I slid her thong down her legs and through it to the floor. Her pussy was so wet it was nearly dripping. Her pussy lips were the prettiest I had seen and her pussy hair was shaved into a little patch above it.

I gently licked her pussy causing her to moan out loudly. As I continued to lick she began to buck her hips, grinding her pussy into my face. "That's it, lick my pussy, make me cum on your face" she moaned.

I began to thrust my tongue in and out of her pussy like a miniature dick. This cause her buck her hips more violently. "Oh god! Fuck my pussy with your tongue, it feels so good!" she screamed.

I replaced my tongue with two fingers and began to suck on her clit. This pushed her over the edge. "Yessss! Suck on my clit, i'm cumming!" she screamed before coating my face in the best tasting pussy juice I have ever tasted.

I remove my fingers from her pussy as she lay gasping for breath. "Fuck! That was the best anyone has ever licked my pussy!" she gasped. I slid up her body to kiss her passionately. 

As I kissed her I could feel my dick nudging her pussy. She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes and said "Fuck me!"

She grabbed my dick and pushed the head into her pussy. She was so tight, I could feel her pussy stretching to accomodate my dick. "Your dick is so big, it's stretching my pussy so much!" she gasped.

I took a few minutes but I finally pushed myself into her pussy fully. "Oh god, my pussy feels so full. It feels so good!" she moaned. I began to move in and out, slowly at first to allow her to adjust. She was moaning nearly constantly. Her moans were so sexy.

As I began to move faster, she became more vocal. "Oh yes! This feels amazing, your dick feels so good!" she moaned. I started to move even faster she moaned "Yesss! Fuck me baby, fuck me hard!"

I began to hammer into her pussy, almost pulling out fully before slamming back in. "Yes baby, fuck me with that big dick!" she screamed. I went even faster causing her pussy spasm around my dick. "Oh god Jake pound my pussy baby, i'm cumming all over your big dick!" she screamed.

When her pussy finished spasming, I pulled out. She lay gasping as I moved up to kiss her. After we broke the kiss she said "Fuck me doggie style baby." She got on her hands and knees and I entered her from behind. "It feels even better in this position" she moaned.

I didn't hold back this time and began to fuck her hard and fast straight away. "Yes baby fuck me like that, fuck my pussy!" she screamed. I was slamming into her as hard and fast as I could. "Oh god Jake, this is the best! No one has ever fucked me like this before. Don't stop!" she screamed.

I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. "Oh fuck Beth i'm going to cum baby!" I shouted out.

"Me too Jake, cum inside me, let's cum together!" she screamed before her pussy began to spasm around my dick as I slammed as far into her as I could and unloaded deep inside her. "Fuck Jake I can feel you cumming deep in my pussy! It feels so amazing!" she screamed.

I pulled out of her pussy after I had finished cumming and we both slumped to the bed. We kissed again before I broke it to speak. "Fuck Beth that was amazing. Why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked.

"We just didn't get a chance. I got with David just after I met you" she replied. Suddenly she seemed to realise something as she shot up and said "Shit! What time is it?"

"4.45, Why?" I asked.

"Because my mum will be home at 5!" she answered. "She doesn't like boys in the house when she isn't home" she added, seeing my puzzled expression. 

We both dressed hurriedly before a though occured to me. "Why don't we go over ro my house?" I asked. "My Parents are gone for 2 weeks. We will have the place to ourselves for as long as we want" I added.

Her face lit up as she kissed me and dragged me to my house. I unlocked the door and locked it behind me. We raced upstairs to my bedroom before she spoke again. 

"Why don't we have a shower after getting all sweaty earlier" she said, flashing her sexy smile. We tore our clothes off and jumped into the shower. She looked so sexy when she was wet. 

We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Before too long she had her back against the wall and her legs around my waist as I thrust into her. "Oh god Jake, you fuck me so good!" she moaned.

"Yes baby fuck my pussy with your big dick and make me cum!" she screamed. Her pussy spasmed around my dick for the third time that day when I announced I was going to cum. "Fill me with your cum again baby!" she screamed as I unloaded in her again.

We kissed again before she looked me in the eye and said "I love you Jake."

"I love you too Beth" I replied before kissing her again.

For the rest of the day we stayed in bed. Though we were no longer fucking like earlier, we were making love.

Unfortunately David found out it was me that Beth was in love with and he ended our friendship. I haven't seen or spoken to him for five years. 

Me and Beth have been together for those five years. We got married last year and are planning on starting a family soon. 

That's my story, Thanks for reading.

THE END



Beth & Ann Teach Thugs A Lesson



Beth and Ann were two very hot looking older women in their 50‘s. They had smoking athletic bodies. Beth was a sultry black temptress with a nice booty that would put Jenifer Lopez to shame She had. big breast that she loved to show off. Ann was a motherly white woman with breast even bigger then Beth. They were filled with milk from her nursing days. They both had athletic bodies and their clothe had hidden their huge biceps’s. They seem like your regular nice old ladies but little did people know they were part of a club. 

It was called MWC Mature Women conquest club. They would dominate men and sometime women. They score themselves points. They would dominate them sexually, physically and mentally. They loved power. They were heading toward a movie and decided to walk. They wanted to show off their bodies. On the way was a group of boys who called themselves a posed. They saw themselves as tough kids but they really weren't.

They were made up of Carl the black one. He calls himself C dog and wears a bullet as a necklace. He claims it the bullet he got shot with but really he got it at a flee market. His so called bullet wound is some stitches he got when he got hit with a baseball when he was a kid. He was the youngest and it showed. He was a closet sci-fi geek and total nerd. He was actually part of the Punky Brewster and Small Wonder fan club. Never actually fought once in his life.

Teddy (aka Big Luva) is a self proclaim ladies man. He is white and actually a virgin. He acts like a chauvinist but really gets push around by his sisters at home. He acts like the leader of the group. He is actually very attractive though.

Carl (aka Crazy Ace) is supposed to be the wild man from the streets but really he lives in a mansion. He patterns himself off Slim Shady.

"Yo C-dog check out those fine bitches you. Love to get me some of that." Teddy Said.

"Yeah I gots to bust a nut on that fine Hoe" Carl/Crazy Ace said.

"Yeah Yo girl can a brother get the digits." C-dog said.

Ann laughs. "mmmmm how cute."

"We don't have time for that Ann. We can play later. We got to make it to the movie." Beth says

"I think there kind of cute in a pathetic way" Ann says. "Be lucky we have places to go boys." She says back.

"Yo WHAT a matter youz afraid of a real man?" Big Luva said.

They give each other high 5's.

Beth walks over to Teddy (aka Big Luva) and grabs his crotch trough his pants. She brings him close to her. Her lips inches away from her. She then grabs his butt.

"W..what you doing." Big Luva says.

"Letting you have what you want baby" Beth said nibbling on his lip

Ann follows her lead and grabbed C-dog the black kid. You turn around so your ass was rubbing again his wet cock. You take his hand and found they were sweating with nervousness.

"What wrong C thought you were...what was it you said. Tax my ass like the Tax man. Wax my coochie like its a ball room floor. Come on why don't you tap it now..gangsta" Ann said.

"I got to go." He said nervously.

"Na na baby" You say bringing his hand to your breast and having him squeeze. "Nice little banana dick you got there" Ann says putting your hands in her panties. You take them out and have him smell. "Look how wet it is.". He starts shaking like a leaf "Better watch it with these guys you remember Big luva said our pussies were going to get torn up by some Thugs." Beth tease.

"I will be careful" You say pulls C-dog too you who was attempting to escape.

Crazy Ace tries to quietly steps away but Carrie grabs him by the hands and pulls him as she kisses bit Luva. She grabs Crazy ace and slips him her tongue. The boy gets weak in the knees. Crazy then had to take out his inhaler to calm down.

"Please I was just joking" Big Luva said

"You mean your not a big luva and a smooth ladies man. Your not from the hood." Ann teases

"No I went to catholic school for crying out loud...I never been to the hood in my life" Big Luva said.

"I don't believe that. Your just saying that to escape the police aren’t you. What did you drive by some rival rappers." Beth says.

Crazy ace was blowing into his inhaler. "You ago Crazy...didn't smoke to many dime bags did you" Carrie jokes.

Beth goes into C-dog pocket and pulls out a ticket to a star Trek convention. "What’s this C-dog...tell me this not yours? Tell me you just going there to ummm bust a cap in them. Because if it turns out your not a gangsta..well I may get really mad" She whispers in his ear. He trembles a bit.

"What you think we should do" Beth

Ann pulls out a lighter that looks like a real gun "We could robbed a store. These guys can be our muscle" Ann says winking at Beth.

"noooo" C-dog mutter before Ann covered his mouth

"hmmmmm that nice. We could give these boys a treat. So they can lay it down on our sweet asses like they keep promising maybe pick up some tricks. you know those girls who just got out of jail hang in this mall. I am sure they able to be picked up by thugs like these" Ann says.

Big Luva tries to push Beth but found he can't budge her. He feels her strong arms and his mouth drops open. "Look how strong these arms are baby. There like solid steal try...to budge it" Beth says. He squeeze as hard as he can but he doesn’t even affect it. She takes remove her coat showing her biceps flexing. She flexed for him. Her biceps is practically the size of his head. She smiles as she see the fear in his eyes Beth puts her hand around both Big Luva and Crazy Ace. She lifts them both up by the neck. They are dangling.

"Feel these hands sugar." Beth says "Feel how strong they are. You feel them squeezing around your little chicken neck. I am not even breaking a sweat on you. I am not even breathing hard. You can't handle these arms. You can't handle these hands and your can't handle me"

She caught them looking at her breast.

"Oh I know you can't handle these." Beth said letting her breast bounce. She dropped them hard on the ground it made them bounce. They grunted in pain. Beth grabbed them both and hand them in headlocks. "Hows it going over there Ann" Beth smiled smugly.

Beth had C-dog curled in her arms. She savage explored his body with his finger tickle him. She was laugh as he saw get taking over with uncontrolled laughter. His blush with embarrassment being dominated by this older woman. "mmmmmm he is so light and cute mmmm. Coochie coochie cooo. He just like a sweet little muffin (pinching his cheeks). He so helpless and sweet. I can eat him all up. Yes I can" Ann said. She kissed him deeply. His arms and legs turn weak as her tongue explored his mouth. His arms hung down like a doll. He closed his ass as she took his breath away. She broke away leaving a necklace of salvia. She spoke him in a way you would speak to an unruly child "You been a very bad boy little man. You been playing a very dangerous game. Don't you know you can get in big trouble acting like this." Ann said

The two men in Beth headlock was nearly knocked out. "I think for there own good we should teach them a lesson. I think we should skip the movie tonight" Beth smiled giving both her captors kissed.

"Yes education is very important but I think we should make this a threesome. It only 2 of us and 3 of them. Why I afraid these might men may over power us fair damsels in distress." Ann said.

"mmm better Call Veronica...mmmm you guys in trouble now. She not as nice as us. Well time for night for now" Beth said. She squeeze her headlock harder. The boys were knocked out. "Time for you to go to sleep now sweetie" Ann said.

C-dog tried to scream but it was muffled by her gigantic breast. He couldn't get air. His arms waved around but she held him tight burying him. He soon was knocked out. Beth them called up Veronica for a ride.

The 3 boys worked up on the ground of inside of a mansion. It was a couch in 3 couches in the room. Veronica was standing in front of them. She was a very tall leggy Mexican woman around the same age of the other two women. She was very athletic and tone. She had big biceps them both Ann and Beth. She was dress in tight skin tight leather. She wore fishnet stockings and high heels. A bull whips was in her hand

"She these the 3 little bitches that thought they were tough" Veronica smiled

Crazy ace stood up "Listen you can't do this...".

SLAP!!!!

Veronica slapped him hard and sent him crashing to the ground. She picked him up by the hair. Tears was running down his eyes. The force of the slapped totally caught him by surprise. She slapped him hard again. Each slapped left huge bruise across his face. She held him by the hair to stopped him from falling. She was slapping him senseless. She dropped him on the ground crying. She put the food on his chest and told him to open his mouth. She then gave a smug smile and spit on him

"Just for than your going to be my special bitch tonight." Veronica said.

"Go easy on the kid. After all he just some punk ass wannabe..wankster is what you kid call it now a day aint it". Beth smiled.

"Kids...I remember they use to be a lot tougher when we were young." Veronica said.

"All that TV made them soft" Veronica said as she started tearing Crazy Ace clothes off.

Ann went up to C-dog and stood him up. "Take your clothes off Pet."

"No" He said shaking in fear. With that she punch him hard in the gut. His body was lifted in the air. He fail to the ground crying. She patted him on the head. "Sorry about that baby...shhhh come on its ok I know it hurt. It ok to cry but I will not put up with this disobedience. Now I am going to have to hit you 3 more time." She said laying him down.

"Please I will take it off" He pleaded

"Sorry honey to late" Ann said holding him down and lift her fist up. "shhhhh" She said wiping his tears and punch him hard. He scream in pain. "Two more time baby..if it any consolations I am going easy on you. These aren’t my hardest hit..This is for your own good. I can't help if it I enjoy it" Ann said smiling

She punched his hard again. He started crying louder. The wind was knocked out of him. "Shhhh ok be strong I know it hurt. You may taste some blood but it going to be ok because after we finish teaching you a lesson will make it all better. Now get ready this one really going to hurt" Ann said. She raise her fist height and punch him hard. He screamed.

"Now take your clothes off" Ann said. He started removing it. She saw his nice round ass and gave it a pinch. She took him from behind and rubbed him kissing him tenderly. "That’s my good boy but where not finish let."

Beth had Big luva naked and upside down between her legs. His butt was face her. She took his hands and started beating his ass like some drums. "Got a good beat" Beth said. She slapped his ass hard making it red as a radish. He cried as Beth hand laid into each cheeks. "Hey help me play these drums Veronica." Beth laughed.

Veronica was spanking Crazy ace who was hooked up to some shackles on the wall. She went over to Beth and started playing the boys ass with her. They both laughed as he ass was being torn into raw meat. Veronica went back to Crazy ace. She had a bull whip. She swung it trough the air and it made a loud crack. He screamed. She did it again and again.

"AAAhhhhn It HURT." He screams.

"Shut up you stupid bitch." She scolded whipping him again and again. She was dripping wet. She was getting excited by this. Her pussy was soaking wet.

Ann had C-dog over her knees and was giving him a spanking. She slap his ass hard with her bare hand. He hand took his whole ass. She spanked him hard and brought him to tears. His cock was being squeeze between her thick tights. "Maybe (SPANK SPANK) next time (SPANK SPANK SPANK) You learn to treat you elders with a little more (SPANK SPANK) respect you naught little (Spank spank) boy. This way you wont end up crying (SPANK SPANK SPANK) you have to learn that little babies shouldn’t pretending to be men (SPANK SPANK)." Ann smile looking at her hand work. She winked at Beth and both girls start spanking harder trying to out do the other.

Despite himself it was exciting C-dog. Ann was moving her legs stroking his cock with them. He came "Ohhh you naughty little bitch...so naughty" Ann said spanking him harder. She took him off and made him lick the cum clean off her.

"Now how do you feel" Ann scolded

"Like a bitch" He muttered

"Good because you are one get back on my knee" Ann said and continued spanking

All men were pleading to stop but the girls were having nothing of it. Veronica continued whipping Crazy ace who had pass out from the pain. He was whipped awake. His back was bloody and being whipped over again with the bull whip.

"You little fuck did you wet yourself." Veronica said as she saw the puddle on the floor. She laughed and whipped harder. She had all ready fingered self to cumming. 20 minutes late. They took them down. The put all 3 men in a circle. They couldn't even move. All 3 women took off their belts and surrounded them. The 3 men were helpless to the assault. The 3 women laughed as the belts went down on each of their bodies. The sounds of the belts filled the room. All 3 men cried

"Have we learn our lesson boys." Beth said

"yes" They all said.

"You going to stop acting like a bunch of hoods" Beth asked.

"yes." They said.

"One more thing." Beth said.

They took the boys and bent them over the couch. Each woman put on a 12 inch strap on and lubed it up. They each slammed it inside them. They yank their hairdo and kissed them. The boys scream as inch by inch was buried in them.

"Take it you sluts. Feel that hard cock deep in your asses." Veronica said grabbing crazy Ace's hair.

"Isn't it nice we can have these nice get together." Ann laughed

"And we get to give back to the young people" Beth Joked as she twisted her in and out. She pumped it hard filling him up. She slapped Big luva on the ass as she slammed it in his virgin asshole.

All 3 women started jerking them off as they did this. The 3 boys came the hardest they ever came in their life. The men passed out.

"It ok your ours now." Ann said and pulled out.

They woke them up and brought their bodies down. The 3 women slammed the dildos into the 3 boys mouth. They made them clean if off. The boys were gagging on it as they slammed it in again and again with out mercy. The boys pass out again after 10 minutes of this.

"Damm these boys a bunch of pussies." Veronica said.

"Don't worry babies. Where going to do something nice." Ann said.

The 3 women started to undress showing off their perfect bodies. The boys cocks quickly harden. The 3 women were on them taking them inside. They were bring them close to cumming and back. When they finally did they exploded. Ann had C-dog ace against the wall. His legs were wrapped around her hips. His face was being smother into her tits. He came more then he ever came before cumming with her. He shot stream after stream it wasn't stopping. Ann laughed as groped his ass slipping and finger deep in him. "Shhhh baby this only going to be for a couple more hours just cry your eyes out." She whispered softly.

Beth had crazy ace in the couch. Her plump ass was squeezing the life out of his dick. It was milking him for all his worth. He screams as multiple organism hit his body. "ohhh YOUR TO MUCH" He cried. "Come on sugar. I thought you were an ass man" Beth laughed.

Veronica had Big luva upside down. She was milking his cock in her mouth. His creams was flowing out her lips as she sucked it out like a straw. He sucked on her large dildo as he hung their.

2 hours later.

The boys were knocked out. The women took pictures

"Well that was certainly better then a movie," Ann laughed and so did the other women.



Beth & Bill



Greetings:

The story I am about to share did actually occur between Beth and I. My memories are so fond. I want to say that Beth and I talk several times a year, still, on the phone. She has moved on, and so have I.

We had been together, on the Internet, for 3 or 4 months. She was very becoming; I was hopeful. She was 38, I was 48. She was divorced for 2 or 3 years and I for 4 or 5. She is from North Carolina, me from Colorado. We had chanced upon one another in Excite.com, in a chat room-it was my first foray into the Internet. We visited before a hurricane a few times...I forget which one. It may have been Hurricane Andrew, or one of the big ones. She said she'd have to move inland and would talk to me later. I waited, with anticipation.

After 2 weeks, or so, she was back. Said she was ok and seemed ready to resume...she was anxious to talk, so was I.

After a few weeks, she wanted to talk on the phone. I had been through a nasty divorce and wasn't really desirous of anything too presumptive, but, so had she. She was as tentative as was I and I finally I told her she could have my phone number and call it to get my answering machine and listen to my voice and see what she thought. 

When I got home that night, there were 5 lights blinking. That meant that there were 5 calls. But, there were no messages. Later, I found out she had called, from North Carolina and listened to my message 5 times, just to hear my voice before she actually called. In the evening the phone rang. It was Beth. A Pleasant, most feminine voice, directed my attention to the conversation. We chatted for an hour, or so. Exchanging pleasantries. Over the course of the next few months, maybe a year.... we talked by phone and on the computer.... and it became graphic. 

She was suppressed. She was a woman who had been in a 20-year marriage without gratification, and me, a man free from one of 25 years and looking. She was not sure; I was not either. Slowly, we teased each other into more. She slowly opened up, and I was most eager. She told me of stolen glances at men, when she shopped, at their crotch, at their butt, at their demeanor...while I told her of more lurid things...of my imaginings of young ladies at the checkout counter with their braless tops, of their short skirts, of their long and luscious legs. She responded so deliciously. We had Internet sex. She said that she had masturbated to my words. I certainly did, to her responses. After another week, she wanted to talk on the phone. So did I. But it was her call.

The phone rang and it was Beth. Husky, mature, friendly..."Bill...Hi, this is Beth" 

"Beth," I am over the edge," I said. Those were my words. 

"Bill, me too." She replied.

We had phone sex. Over the next 3 months, we did this every day. Sometimes we talked two or three times in a day. My phone bill skyrocketed. We talked for many hours. She became aggressive, desirous to explore all of her repressed sexuality.

Finally, in November of 1998 I bought her a ticket to fly to Denver. Both of us were so primed. We had been enmeshed in something that had transfixed our very lives. Nowhere could either of us go without the other...we had to see one another. We were not strangers though we had not met. She had sent me pictures, and I had sent her mine. This was about to happen.

So, Beth flew into Denver. The atmosphere between us was so charged after a year of sexual phone exploration that it seemed like neither of us could wait. She was the absolute last one off the plane and I had about wilted as the hundred, or so people came into the terminal from the ramp. I was waiting with roses and baited breath (a worm on my tongue?). Then, there she was. Tall, auburn hair, high cheekbones, very short skirt with luscious long legs, green eyes that seemed to glow, perfect round c cup breasts, trim figure. She was a site to behold, for sure. I grinned at her like an acre of sunflowers, she warmly smiled, embraced me and we kissed, right there in front of hundreds of people.

After getting her luggage and walking to the car I put her bags in the trunk and walked to her door to unlock it. She stopped me and said, "hold it, I've been wanting to do something for a year." She pulled me to her, opened her lips and kissed me with passion. She used her right hand to caress down my chest and belly and lightly rubbed my penis through my pants. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around me and ground herself into my groin. We needed to get somewhere private.

But, we had a 90-minute drive and it was late in the day. On the way home we talked about many things, but mostly of our sexual escapades over the past year. After about 25 minutes on the highway, she said she was so horny she couldn't take it any more. She took off all her clothes, every last stitch, turned upside down in the seat, with her head on the floor, her cute little butt on the seat and her long legs dangling up in the air, spread. She masturbated herself right there as I was doing 75 miles an hour down an interstate highway. She orgasmed within a minute, but couldn't stop.... she kept rubbing and moaning and squirming and writhing, rubbing her hands over her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Finally, with her whole upper body flushed, and out of breath, she righted herself into the seat and dressed. 

We made it home after dark. There was no unloading the car, there was no tour of the house, there was no supper, and there was no preliminary foreplay. There was only desperately and lustfully hard-core sex. No licking, no sucking, not much kissing, just penetration, thrusting, screaming, moaning, grunting and orgasm after orgasm. She was so wet, I wondered how. I'd never seen a woman get that wet. Looking back, I realize now that she was aroused more than any woman with whom I had ever been. And, she was aroused by a year of words. I am not the best looking toy in the box, don't have the longest or thickest penis, am not really a prize, but she was thoroughly seduced, and that is a remarkable condition in which to partake, a thoroughly seduced woman.

Beth must have come 25 times during the night. I am not kidding. By morning, we were exhausted from our 9 or 10 hours of constant sexual contact. It was the best sexual experience I ever had. My orgasms no longer produced the seed of life, but were mere glorious, dry heaves through a sore and grateful member.

We slept a few hours, and I awakened to Beth's mouth on my penis. It was hard (to my absolute shock and amazement) and she was going after it like she hadn't eaten in a week. This time, I produced a pitiful little bit of seminal fluid and she moved right up to lay on top of me, kissing me and grinding into me. I was able to bring her to one climax with my fingers and then we unloaded the car and decided to eat.

And that is the true story of our first meeting. Beth and Bill. 

Hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I have recalling it.



Beth and Don



Don had long wondered whether he was unusual in terms of his sexual fantasies. 

It wasn't that he didn't get his share of sex, it was just he loved the fascination and enjoyment of finding people that liked to write about sex and talk about sex as much as he did. That's what had first attracted him to the website. He had been writing and submitting stories for nearly eight years. In that time he had found many men and women with which to exchange ideas, frank discussions and yes, more intimate virtual pleasures. 

Bu this one night after he'd been traveling around the site he received an e-mail comment to one of his stories from a woman named Beth... 

Hi Don,

You have no idea who I am, and I apologize for sending an unsolicited email to your personal address, but I just had to tell you how much I enjoy your writing. I have been reading your stories for a few weeks now, and I treat them like Halloween candy: I'm only allowed one per evening, but sometimes I cheat and take two instead. :)

Thank you for filling my otherwise eventless evenings with enough sexual energy to power a small town and enough self-stimulatory activity to have made me go blind twice over by now, if the nuns were to be believed.

You have a talent; keep it up.

Literally :)

Be well.

-Beth

Don always was appreciative he could make someone happy...and pleased...with his writing, but this note was more to him. He couldn't tell right away why, but there was a warmth from Beth's words and less than graphic way of saying what she had done while reading his stories. He liked that and smiled inside and out.

He hit 'Reply' and stared typing... 

Hello Beth,

Thank you, you truly boosted this man's ego.

I love to write and I find I can write erotica with ease and passion...hopefully that personal passion comes through.

I have more stories nearly completed and hope to post them one by one in the coming days. Maybe you can ration them and enjoy them each evening...then write back to provide me with the details...*wink* I would love to be inspired to write more. :)

If you have any story ideas I would be glad to take a request or two.

...btw - I shall keep it up as long as people like you enjoy it...

Thank you again...

--Don 

Thus began a string of e-mails over the next couple of weeks where Beth and Don discussed his writing and one another. They talked of their children, their jobs and many other interests. They even played '20 Questions' in an exchange of several e-mails to find out more intimate details and yes soon those details turned very sexual in nature. 

Written banter of titillating teasing ensued between them. 

It was into the third week when Don sat in his home office late one night and his mind began to settle down from the day's activity. He signed on to his e-mail and found one from Beth waiting for him. He always got excited when there was a message for him, but more so now when he got ones from Beth... 

Don,

I hardly think I am a story. But you have a great line for pulling "details" out of unsuspecting lasses, I can see. Last night after cooking, entertaining and cleaning, the time finally came when my three-year-old was tucked into bed and my exhausted husband was asleep upstairs. I lay alone in the living room, on the couch with my laptop and my blanket...reading. 

I read your story about a morning jog...which made me want to take up jogging again. :)

The challenge when you have a laptop on your lap, a blanket covering you and a sexy-as-hell story on the screen is: how to ease the slowly building tension, the sweet ache, the tingling craving of one's sex...while still reading?

Simple...

I start by making slow soft circles around my diamond-hard nipples, through my thin nightgown...then quickly running my fingers across the sensitive tips...deepening the ache to the point of near-distress...before pushing the laptop back a few inches, slipping one cool hand under the blanket...parting my heated, bare-skinned lips...

And that's enough for today. ;)

-Beth

Don took a deep breath. He realized he was perspiring slightly and it was definitely not hot in his study. He looked at the computer screen and the e-mail but all he saw was the vision of Beth's face...those gorgeous green eyes of her, gazing back at him through those sexy glasses of hers. He saw her lovely smile that always seemed to warm him to no end each time he looked at the picture she had sent him last week. He had stared at her electronic image so many times in the last few days he didn't need to open it again...her face was burned into his psyche. 

Don took his own glasses off and with the back of his hand wiped away the moisture from his brow. Then he sat up put his glasses back on and pulled the keyboard to the edge of the desk. 

His fingers tapped away... 

Beth was in her usual position on the couch, albeit a little earlier than usual, in her short nightgown, a blanket wrapped about her and her laptop on her thighs. She had been reading Don's latest erotic submission to the site. His stories were never far from her thoughts and she couldn't get the thought of him out of her mind...of him sitting at his desk, writing the sexy kinds of things his imagination would come up with. She pictured Don's hands moving across his keyboard typing those naughty but exciting words as she stared up at her apartment ceiling, still thinking about Don's stories, imagining what it would be like to be one of the women in them; what it would feel like to live out the fantasy...imagining those strong fingers of his undoing her nightgown and pulling it off her body...when she got an e-mail from Don... 

Hello Beth,

Now that I have recovered from the very hot scene you painted for me I am much more inspired to write again after the words you wrote. 

I can only imagine how warm it must have gotten under that blanket. And those 'diamond-hard nipples'...the visual on those! I think you need to try your hand at a little erotica...seriously...the e-mails we've exchanged already could be a great start. You have a powerful imagination...and are very sensual by nature I do believe. 

Even now I envision you...parting your "heated, bare-skinned lips..." 

I will say 'Adieu' for the evening and take a broad smile and, ahem, my own heat to bed.

xoxoxoxoxox

--Don

He pushed back from the desk, leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. He began to envision Beth in his mind's eye once again picturing her sitting on her couch with her laptop as she told him she always did when she wrote him those eagerly awaited e-mails. No sooner had he closed his eyes to better see her beautiful face looking back at him, that truly wonderful smile warming and also teasing him, when...a chat message popped up from Beth. 

'Hello' was the simple entry. 

Don lost his breath for a moment. His head told him to type a 'Hi' right back, but it was if his hands were frozen at his side. Beth was right there on the other end of the internet...they had only met up on-line a handful of times before. She usually was on only late at night and he usually wrote to her after his early morning workouts. 

He took a huge breath and forced his hands to the keyboard as his heart raced.

'Hi, there My Lady.' Beth read the few words that popped up in the little window on her screen. She could almost hear his voice in those simple typed words as if he was there with her and not a few hundred miles away.

She typed back... 'Hi sexy'

'So how are you dong?'

'Fine...and you?'

'Very well, thank you'

Then there was a long pause between them both. It was if neither of them knew what to say through the instant communication. Through daily e-mails they both could think about what to say and ask.

Then speaking of asking, Beth had an idea...'Do you play any musical instruments?'

Don grinned as he stared at his monitor and saw her question. He grinned as he realized Beth was thinking their '20 Questions' game could continue as easily on the chat line as it did via their swapped e-mails.

He sat up and scooted his chair closer to his home office desk. 

'Nope, although I was in the glee club in junior high. I was a second alto. You?'

It was Beth's turn to grin, seeing he understood their playful little game. She sat up straighter on her couch and typed back on her laptop...'I used to play organ/keyboard, but I can't read music. :) I would love to play the bagpipes, the violin or the drums. A friend of mine is teaching me the bagpipes now! :)'

Don realized over time there was a lot of Scotland in this woman. He pictured her holding a set of bagpipes and then her blowing hard into the pipe...oh, that thought! He pictured the short reddish brown haired woman and he caught his breath. 

Then he typed... 

'Oh, before I forget! Another heat stopper in my e-mail yesterday. Took my breath away seeing your smiling face... :)'

'A G-rated photo...how much of your breath could it have taken away?? :)'

'So what can I do to make you smile this week...a nice X-rated pic? Remember I'm a wanna be porn star! :) *wink*'

'GASP! Cough! An x-rated pic? Oh my virgin eyes! However would I pull through after such a trauma!? :)'

Don felt a familiar stirring in his sleep pants at the thought of taking a more sexy pic with his new camera for Beth. He chuckled and thought of his own question...'My turn...favorite panties?' 

Beth smiled and shook her head. Don always had a way to keep the subject on a sexy tilt. 

'My favorite style of panties, cotton...either bikini or hiphugger...those seem to be the best balance of comfort and prettiness.' She replied. 

'Comfy and sexy! I like that...*wink*'

'My true favorite is cotton, white with design of black hearts and lines...each side has a crisscrossing of open string work like a corset tie on each hip...so you can see skin through the little holes in between. Very comfy :)'

'Okay, since we are getting personal...one question I've never dared to ask you in our e-mail game of questions ...natural, trimmed or bare?'

There was a longer pause this time. Don was sure he may have crossed the in their virtual relationship finally. 

Then...

'Bare' came the single word reply. 

His eyes and jaw opened wide. Then the next words popped up... 

'I shave every three days. So I guess if you caught me at the end of day three...it wouldn't be QUITE bare.'

Before Don could start to drool he recovered and went back to his keyboard.

'I've never seen a bare one.' 

'Give a girl a break. Never?'

'You know that really turns me on knowing that now! *wink*'

'What doesn't turn you on, my hunky pervert?'

'What turns you on?'

'I admit I have had fantasies but I haven't had the courage to share them because I thought it wasn't normal for a 'good wife' to think of anyone sexually other than her husband. Maybe your wife is the same way.'

'Maybe. She's never mentioned any fantasies to me in all these years. I think she is truly a traditionalist and likes what she likes, that's it. For instance, she hasn't been interested in much more than missionary style intercourse.'

'A very routine, homey kind of girl I see.'

'Yeah that too...hey, speaking of positions...what is your favorite?'

'I didn't know we were talking about 'positions'. But if that is a question...actually depends on my mood and my energy level that day. But I love to be on top...and I love penetration from the side...I love spooning.'

'I like spooning...anything that I can get close and rub up against my wife. *wink*'

'Sounds like my eternally horny writer friend talking again.' 

'My turn again...Does looking at another man's penis as a married woman, turn you on?'

The reddish-brown haired wife looked at herself in the glare of her laptop computer screen and grinned as she sat there and tugged her blanket up around her. Beth could feel her short nightgown slip up in back. This man was obviously going way beyond personal now. 

'Actually I think it was my turn, but...I guess so.'

'What do you mean, you guess so?'

Beth whispered it out loud as she typed her follow-up reply, 'Yes, seeing a real live hard penis might turn me on. Is that what you wanted to hear?'

'I didn't want to hear anything in particular, only the truth. My point is I think nudity can be sexy as hell and not just pornographic.'

'Of course it can be sexy as hell, I just don't know if only LOOKING at a man's penis would turn me on or not though.' 

On Don's side, his eyebrows shot up. 

'How could you know how your body and mind will act unless you experience it? Sometimes, something might sound exciting, however in the real world, fact and fantasy might be totally different.'

'And just what have you got in mind to show me the difference?' Beth squirmed on the couch, realizing she had slightly spread her thighs and a cool rush of air under the blanket wafted across her tingling dampened sex. Nonchalantly she grazed her fingers down across the front of her panties. She almost jumped out of her skin when her fingers touched her crotch, further feeling the seeping moisture already gathered at the puffy slit under the thin material between her legs. Her eyes still on the computer screen she waited anxiously for his next chat message while her finger continued to gently tease her body. 

'So what if a guy was jacking off but he wanted you to do the jacking?' 

The pert housewife grinned impishly into her computer screen, before putting both hands back on the keys.

'Now I don't know who's talking about fact, and who's talking about fantasy. Did you bring it out already?'

'Bring what out?' Don grinned as he tapped the question mark key with emphasis.

'You know what.'

'To tell you the truth, all this talk about sex has me just a little turned on. In fact, it's got me a lot turned on.'

'I'm starting to get a little damp myself just thinking about getting it on with my fingers later tonight.' Beth nibbled her lower lip wondering what he would think if he knew she already was playing with herself. Her index finger rubbed the crease between her sex lips, pressing the cotton of her underwear deeper into that damp crevice. 

'No, but if you're serious about wanting to see a hard penis getting stroked, I may be able to oblige.'

It was Beth's turn to let her eyebrows raise and her jaw to drop. But then she chuckled to herself and teased back...'Do you mean you would actually masturbate right there in front of your computer for me, with everything showing?' 

Beth sat back almost laughing as she knew the teasing was getting strong now.

Then... 

'Sure' came the reply.

Her heart stopped. He was still kidding wasn't he?

'You are joking right?' She nibbled her lip once more.

'I'm serious. I have a webcam and I can send you a feed over messenger.' 

Beth felt a warm shiver run up her back. She sat up and typed... 

'But, what if your wife wakes up?"

'So what if she does?'

'Well, I don't know, it seems to me she wouldn't want to catch you jacking off with a strange woman watching you, even if it is a woman on the far end of the internet.'

'There's nothing like a little exhibitionism and the chance of being caught to heat up these old bodily juices.' Don felt his manhood extend just a bit more in his loose sleep pants. 

Beth squeezed her thighs together and felt the warm moisture between them. She leaned up and typed... 

'Well, it's certainly heating up my bodily juices, thinking about it. I wonder what it would be like, seeing some guy take his thing out and jack it off for me.'

'You may just like it.'

'I wonder how many strokes it will take?'

'How many do you want it to take?'

'I suppose you'd probably want to pump on the old handle all night long, huh? Geez, I'm getting even hornier talking about all this illicit sexual action.'

'Well then, do you want to watch me jack off.'

Beth groaned. This whole chat was really turning her on so much more than just reading his stories had. Thinking about seeing him jack off made her feel like she was suddenly agreeing to make love with her virtual friend. 

'All of this talking about sex has got me overheated now...if you want to go ahead and put on a show, why not. I'm game if you are.'

'Give me a minute to get the web cam up.'

'Do you really think you could jack off with me watching?'

'We'll never know if I don't try, now will we?'

'Let's give it our best shot then Don. I would like to experience it with you.' Beth offered with more confidence in her typed words than in her real being.

'Okay, give me a sec, brb' 

Beth didn't want to tell Don she hadn't had real sex in over two months as her husband had been working so hard lately and always came home so tired. She also knew she was absolutely insane with desire and even if she masturbated she knew it wouldn't quench her thirst for the sexual connection she needed. But maybe this virtual stimulation would help. Quite honestly, he had captured her interest, but did she really want to see a strange man masturbating or was she just kidding herself? 

Damn, Don thought, Beth was one hell of a sensual woman! He'd already told himself more than once over the last week or so, 'If I wasn't married and she wasn't married...' Well, there was no use thinking about that, they both were. But he could experience something more than sharing his stories with her and she had just agreed to it. He got up from his chair and went to the bathroom down the hall for a towel. He hurried back to his study and laid it down over his leather chair and then proceeded to take off his t-shirt and sleep pants. His manhood almost immediately grew to its full erect length by the time he sat back down naked in the chair. He set up his webcam and entered into the video message mode. Once set he got up and stood back off to the side before he activated it and walked out of view.

Beth got Don's request to join the video chat and enabled the connection.

The picture opened on her screen, but the view appeared to be of just an empty room and the room was dark. She could see a chair in front of the camera, looking like it was set back from a desk which the webcam and computer must have been sitting on. She could make out through the shadows some bookshelves on the rear wall. Leaning up and peering harder at the screen she tried to see Don somewhere. Slowly moving her eyes around the screen she tried to catch sight of the man she had only known through his erotic writing, several e-mails and a single picture he had sent her a couple of weeks ago. 

Abruptly the rear of the room was illuminated with a flicker of light. In the flash of light, she thought she could see him, but the chair in front of the desk was blocking the total view. Beth sensed a movement to the right of the screen and finally saw a man moving closer to the camera. He seated himself leaving him visible only from the chest up. 

"Don?" Beth asked, wondering if this really could be her friend. She pulled her blanket around her own body when she realized she had engaged her own webcam in the connection and he could see her now, too.

Don looked at his monitor and the screen image revealed a lovely woman with a warm smile, but with a look of slight apprehension. 

"What a sexy wife your husband has." He finally spoke, hoping the comment would generate a more confident smile.

"Why thank you," Beth whispered as she smiled in the dim light. "You're adorable...but I have to say, you don't look like you could have grown kids, at all. I would peg you for late thirties, if that."

"You flirt as well on webcam as you do via e-mail, My Lady."

"I tend to wear contacts when going out. It gives me an excuse to make myself up...but otherwise, I don't wear much makeup...lip gloss and a little blush, maybe."




Beth and Don



"I think you are beautiful just the way you are and I love your green eyes and those glasses make you look even sexier." He grinned and hoped she understood how much he really meant it. He wanted to reach out and touch that beautiful face. He wanted to look deep into those wonderful eyes of hers without a webcam between them...and to experience that warm, sensual smile up close and so personal. "Oh, and I love the blanket, too."

"Why thank you. It keeps me warm on cold nights." She reached up and pulled the halves of the blanket about her chest. "So do you normally sit around naked like that?" She nodded toward the picture of him on her screen. 

"I pretty much hang around the house in drawstring sleep pants. But I always told my wife that once the boys were grown and gone I was going to walk around the house naked all the time. I actually did that for a few days, until it just seemed silly to sit on the couch watching TV and eating my bowl of chocolate ice cream.'"

Beth tugged her own robe and blanket a little tighter around her body; her ever naturally warming body getting still warmer. Then as she stared at this man who had been thrilling her with his erotic stories and sexy e-mails for some time now, the webcam view suddenly expanded. She watched with excitable interest, her initial embarrassment to this video connection slowly leaving her, as the scene on the screen matched her ever increasing sexual tension. 

Don was indeed perfectly nude!

She gasped on her end as man on the screen appeared to her in full view from his bare thighs up. The more full view of Don had her notice both hands were in his lap, covering his groin now.

"So, do you mind having a strange naked man join you in your living room?" Don grinned at his camera as he could see Beth's eyes were wide and her one hand appeared to pull the halves of her blanket that much closer around her. 

"First, I think I can say you are not much of a stranger to me after all our exchanges the last few weeks. Second, um, just what are you hiding under those very manly hands of yours?"

"Oh, that, well I didn't want to overwhelm you. I didn't want to scare you off either. You do believe me that I have a good seven plus inches of manhood, don't you? " 

"I only believe what I see, and so far all I see is a couple of big hands. I don't see any big 'manhood' yet."

"Watch closely, and I'll let you be the judge and the jury too, as to whether I have more than you can handle."

"I really don't think there is such a thing as more than I can handle. But I do want to see it. I want to see it right now." Beth purred, realizing her left hand had slipped under the blanket and her fingers caressed the warm front of her panties and the softness of her sex underneath. 

"Okay, then, I gave you fair warning. Don't faint on me when you see this big boy." 

"Just move those hands. Let me see that big boy of yours." Beth watched breathing hard, as Don's hands slid away. Very slowly his bared manhood came into view, exposing his manly organ to her lusting eyes. 

Her first reaction was one of shock. 

She blinked rapidly several times, her eyes held transfixed by the full color carnality of what she witnessed on the screen. Seeing his hard penis was amazing enough, but to see it extend well above his belly button, and then the thickness... even in the dim reflected light from the screen it was most impressive to the sexually excited wife.

"Oh, it's lovely, just beautiful. My, its uh so, um hard, too." She laughed very softly and nervously. 

"I'm glad you like it. I think he's the way he is because he really likes you." Don reached down with one hand to grasp his manhood and he gave it a good squeeze. 

Beth could see the clear fluid immediately appear at the tip of Don's cock. His fingertip ran up his length over the wet little hole at the tip. In no time his finger was left with a slick coating of shiny pre-cum. As she watched wide-eyed she could feel the dampness from her own sex wetting her opening. She squirmed slightly and leaned up closer to the monitor. When she had first come on-line to this video connection she had felt uncomfortable with a stranger seeing her, but now she felt the sexual thrill of her voyeurism. "You know this feels a little perverted, but I love it. I'm really getting turned on."

"I'm glad I can be of service, My Lady." Don spoke as he caressed his hard cock, running his hand over the warm fullness of his manhood down to the root into his pubic curls. 

Beth continued the tap and stroke of her fingers over her ever-dampening panties. "You know, I wore my favorite panties to work today...and thought of you all day. Only I hadn't counted on actually seeing you tonight."

"So do I get to see these pretty undies?"

"I suppose I could give you a peek." Beth reached out and tilted her laptop monitor forward and could feel her cheeks blush as at the same time she felt a warm rush through the rest of her body and a renewed moisture seep through her panties onto her teasing fingertips. She parted the blanket from around her shoulder and let it slip down. At the same time she widened her knees, staring at that little 'peephole' of a webcam on her laptop. 

"Those panties are indeed lovely." Don uttered as he took in the view of those cotton undies with the black hearts and cross hatch design with the little holes so he could see skin. 

"I am glad you agree." She shifted her bottom on the couch and opened her thighs a little more. "You know, I've been known to go without. If I am feeling particularly evil one morning I might wear a skirt with no panties. But that would have to be fruits of the devil evil, a once in a blue moon sort of thing."

"That is a very exciting thought." Don almost subconsciously stroked his hard manhood as he alternately looked into the face of this pretty woman and then down at the sexy panties she had exposed to him. On his third venture back up her body he paused to notice the swell of her cleavage above the neckline of her nightgown. He gave his cock a generous squeeze as he thought what those wonderful breasts of hers looked like.

He then thought, it couldn't hurt to ask... 

"Would you mind if I got to look at the voluptuous of your beautiful breasts? It's only fair since I'm sitting here perfectly naked. Isn't it?"

Beth felt her nipples tingle at his request. But she wasn't totally past her uneasiness of her exposure at this point. Besides she thought, she wasn't finished being the bit of a tease she had been and still wanted to be with him.

"Why should I need to expose myself anymore to a perverted older man like you? Maybe I'm happy getting to see you play with yourself just like that." She herself nonchalantly lowered both hands and rubbed them under her loose breasts and finally pushed them up under her nightgown. "Besides, how do you know they are voluptuous and beautiful? They may be misshapen or saggy." She continued to heft her bosom higher under her nightgown, but now she felt the caresses tingle through them and her nipples extend and harden, rubbing roughly against the material of her gown.

"Why don't you let me be the judge?"

Beth saw the perfectly unabashed and lecherous grin come across Don's face.

She took a breath then reached down and pulled the hem of her nightgown from under her and slowly pulled it up her body and over her head. She had her eyes closed as she tossed the garment onto the back of the couch.

"Oh my, my!" She heard Don's voice.

Beth opened her eyes and saw he had leaned up in his chair obviously getting closer to his monitor. Now it was time for her to grin, a grin of pleasure that he seemed to be so fascinated with her breasts.

"You, they are so very beautiful, for sure." Don leaned in still closer to his computer screen. "And voluptuous...oh my, far beyond that, they are lovely, they are wow, downright gorgeous...mm-mmm-mm."

"So they pass your inspection then?" Beth looked into his eyes on screen and subtly rocked her shoulders to and fro, her full breasts swaying slightly.

Don let out a very audible sigh and when he felt the hard shaft in his fist swell just a little more he gave it a firm squeeze and tug. "Indeed, indeed...mmm."

"So now what?" Beth said, but knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to reach up and tweak her hard nipples at that point, just as she would if she were beginning to fully arouse herself for the next step in her frequent masturbation routine. It was all she could do to keep her hands off her excited breasts. 

Then... 

"Stroke your breasts for me," the aroused wife heard the husky male voice through the computer speakers. She didn't think she could get any more aroused but at the sound of his voice talking dirty sent a thrill through her nude body.

He had asked her to do it! 

Slowly, the naked woman, her eyes fastened on the man on the screen, began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her sides from the outer swells of her swelling breasts to her hips. Brazenly, she cupped the white mounds of her breasts, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. She offered her raised mounds and tight nipples to Don's view. Sliding her hands toward the center of each breast, she grabbed each nipple between forefinger and thumb and began to pinch and roll them. This sent waves of additional excitement through her lust-racked body.

Releasing one ripe nipple, her hand traveled down her stomach, pressing as it went to delve into her waiting wetness. Nervous fingers separated the lips. 

"Ohhh, this is weird!" she cried out.

"But isn't it good?" he asked.

"Incredible! I feel everything, I feel it all. I'm wet and smooth as velvet. I can really feel myself getting very juicy. Would you like to feel?" Beth reveled in the sweetest sex-distress she'd ever felt in her life. 

"Just tell me how it feels."

"Ohh, Don, it feels soooooo good!" she gasped. She had meant to be cool and lady-like through all of this. The normally cool girl's body went moist with perspiration and desire. She was totally captured in this new kind of erotica.

"That's, uh, the idea, dear." He was in his own throes of delicious enjoyment, his cock feeling pleasure beyond what he'd felt on-line before. "Now I want you to feel me as you play with yourself tonight. Let it be my fingers that make you tingle." Don could see her clearly on her webcam and watched her face as she he saw her hand move in her panties. 

Her face lit up and then her eyes slowly close to a squint.

"Oh yes, I can tell you like it. You feel so soft and so warm don't you? Tell me, tell me how it feels. I want you to tell me."

"Oh my," Beth breathed. "I never thought doing something like this over a webcam could make me feel so hot so fast. How am I going to be able to type? I can barely even think."

"Silly, you don't have to type now. You just have to talk to me. Tell me how you feel. Can you feel my fingers gently rubbing your clit?"

How did he know she was teasing her little pink bead already?

Beth found she was having some trouble trying to sit still as she gently teased her clit to life. "It feels so, so good. It's like you are really touching me. I feel so warm right now," Beth said with a giggle. "Oh my, I am getting wet, mmm, you do good work from afar, Don."

"Oh My Lady, we have but yet to begin. I can smell your sweet scent here. I can feel you are so very close to me. Can you feel me close to you?"

"Yes, close," Beth whispered.

She had never in her wildest dreams imagined she would be involved in anything resembling this, and yet, here she was, enjoying it beyond measure, satisfying and being satisfied. She could feel the pressure for release mounting steadily in her shamelessly aroused body and knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. She wanted the wild act to last for as long as possible, but the end was coming on so fast and she knew it. 

Don could feel her. He really did sense her womanly scent as if they were in the same room. He loved to watch live the changes in her body and the look in her eyes. Everything about her was glowing. 

"I want you to be my fingers," he said. "I want you to start rubbing yourself for me. I want you to feel me touching you. You tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," Beth replied as she felt her breasts swell and tingle anew. Her already 'diamond hard' nipples seemed to grow still more erect. It was as if they were being pulled into Don's mouth. They were being pulled on harder as he sucked on them. It was so good, so real for her. 

She could feel the warmth grow to a fire between her legs.

"You're wonderful. You look like you're enjoying this more, are you?" 

"Yes,"

"Tell me exactly."

"I'm really enjoying this. I feel so very good."

"Tell me more, more details."

Beth inhaled sharply as she felt the moisture ooze between her fingers.

"Would it be too much to tell you I am so wet right now?"

"That's what I want to hear. Go on." Don's widened again and he gave his hard cock a couple more long smooth strokes.

Beth watched as Don's hand slid up and down his hard shaft. A groan of total abandonment escaped her lips and the impassioned wife moved her other hand downward between her now widespread thighs and under the panties, nearly soaked with the wetness of her excitement. She gently manipulated the soft damp warmth around her sex lips until she could feel them swelling and her clit tingling. Her thighs seemed to have a mind of their own as they parted further. She knew it wasn't Don for real but the feeling was so real, she knew it was him making her feel this good. It seemed so real. It was so real she expected to open her eyes and see Don's head down between her thighs, his fingers and now his tongue working their magic. She could feel herself pulling his lips to where she wanted his mouth the most. She needed to feel him teasing and then sucking her throbbing clit into his eager mouth. She felt him probing deep inside her sex with his tongue hungrier than any man had ever been for her womanhood.

"Oh Don, I can't wait! I'm going to explode," she cried out. "I'm going to cum I can't stop it! It feels so good."

"I want you to cum. I want you to cum now. Cum for me!"

"I'm almost there. Oh, it's hot and so sweet. Yes, I'm almost there! Can you feel my orgasm on your fingers...on your tongue?"

"Yes, that's it. Let it all go. Give it all to me." Don pleaded. He had stopped his stroking as he became so involved virtually in his on-line lover's emotive release. He looked at Beth's face her eyes were slit with pleasure. 

"You're so pretty, I think I'll touch it with my finger and then stick my tongue all the way inside."

Beth listening to the seductive voice, thinking about his tongue in her, started tingling. "Oh gawd, I can feel your tongue in me." To Beth it seemed like he had been down there for hours by the time her own finger tapped her clit once more and the thrill of her orgasm took her over. She looked up to see Don smiling widely at her from her laptop screen as she felt the heat and slickness wash over her finger and explode out through her entire body. Her aching sex surrendered with fabulous quakes of tension-relief and joy. She went dizzy with a pink haze of total erotic enjoyment and sexual expression. She breathed in deep, as her body jerked and gave in to the totality of pleasure in her womanhood.

Don held his breath in wonder, watching her scrunch her face and twist as if helplessly awash in her mad orgasm. He sat up and watched as her whole body appeared to rise and tense for a moment before descending hard onto the couch again. 

"Oh...wow." Beth giggled eventually, pulling her face back to look into his on the screen. "Where has that been all my life?" 

Don swallowed hard and looked down to see his cock still fully hard in his fist, but now with a good pool of pre-cum perched and ready to spill down the swollen head. "You look absolutely sexy when you cum."

Beth nibbled her lower lip and dipped her eyes.

"Really, you looked totally into that orgasm and it was so very erotic." Don looked down at his manhood and tilted it toward his webcam and Beth. "Can't you tell how it affected me?"

Beth looked at the male specimen he was waving at her. She watched as his pre-cum spilled over and ran down the underside of his penis and over his fingers wrapped tightly around it. It was if that visual made her feel the extended buzz of her recent orgasm.

Her body shivered. 

"Don, I've got to go to the bathroom, I'm sorry, I'll be right back."

"Sure, I'll be here." Don took a huge breath as he watched Beth get up from the couch. He sat back in his leather desk chair and stared down at his hard cock. He hadn't told her he had been so close to cumming himself as he watched her cum. He had almost cum without stroking at all. Although it was somewhat difficult, he actually relished this time to calm down and hopefully get to enjoy the longer play up to his own much anticipated orgasm. 

Beth rushed from the room, almost running down the hall to the bathroom stripping off her nightgown as she went. She stood there nude save for her panties in front of the bathroom mirror. She placed her hands on her hips, thrusting out her breasts, still looking at herself and whispered, "Not too bad for a woman in her mid-thirties, if I do say so myself." She turned around and shoved down her panties. With them laying at her feet she looked back over her shoulder at her naked buttocks. She wriggled her body, looking at the deep cleft between the cheeks of her ass. The protruding cheeks weren't as firm as they used to be, but she'd noticed that part of her anatomy was what men always looked at hard, after staring at her face. Sometimes it became most embarrassing when men stared at her, even though it did make her feel more than a little sexy. One of her favorite tricks was to look suddenly over her shoulder and catch some poor man staring at her ass, look him straight in the eye and then smile. Most of the time when they got caught looking, they turned red and looked away, but sometimes, when they smiled back, she would feel a wonderful warmth come over her.

She felt that same warmth then. She was already warm inside again with the anticipation of her purposely showing another man even more than her backside. She began to feel that wonderfully sexy tingle all over her body again. 

It didn't take her long before she was back in front of her laptop. Seeing Don's smiling face waiting on her gave her such a rush in itself.

"I'm back." 

"Oh my, My Lady you do look so hot tonight. But I want to see you. I want to see all of you down there."

"You want me to move my cam so you see my bare-skinned lips?" Beth asked with a nervous giggle.

"Yes, it's time for me to see that sweet wonderful pussy." Don impatiently waited, as he knew he would see his friend in all her glory in only another moment.

"Ok Don, I'll move the web cam. I'll give you what you asked for." Beth saw how her answer lit up Don's eyes on screen. She reached up and pulled the laptop down to where she knew the camera was pointed low enough for him to see her legs. Slowly she spread her bare legs and thighs.

"Here I am." Beth said wondering if he could hear the blushing tone in her voice as well as se the blush of her skin. Beth squirmed around more in the seat, looking directly at the man's face, lowering the blanket to give him a better view. "Well, Don?" she asked. "Do you like what you see?"

"I see you lost your pretty panties somewhere on the way to or from the bathroom."

She giggled, "Yes, I did. The trip to the bathroom was just an excuse."

"Are you comfortable with this?" Beth heard the genuine caring tone in his voice.




Beth and Don



"I'm fine, a bit nervous, but it feels right."

"You look very right. You look so hot." Don smiled broadly. "Oh yes, I love it, love you. Ah, My Lady, you are so beautiful."

Beth could see the honesty in Don's eyes. 

"I feel so tingly all over again." Beth giggled without the nervous lilt this time. She knew she wanted to feel that wonderful sensation again...she wanted to have another orgasm with her virtual lover. "You want to watch me play with myself, too? I guess it's only fair since I've been watching you play with that big stick between your legs." she asked.

"Yes, I want to see you as you play with that wonderfully hot and very wet pussy of yours." There was a nervous twinge in his voice now, but it didn't affect the hard-on he held in his fist. It swelled back to its full measure. "Oh yes, I want to watch, touch and taste every inch of you. So please, pretty please, move your web cam. Please, please do this for me." Don pleaded if not downright begged.

Beth sat for a second and thought it over. She had already cum once with him watching, but she had had her hands in her underwear then. Now she was fully open to his gaze, this was the last vestige of privacy she was giving away to this man. 

She took a deep breath.

She was sexually very excited by the thought of that man watching her stroke her pussy, knowing she could turn him on even more by putting on this personal show for him.

"Look at that fantastic naked woman. I bet she's getting turned on again with those fingers of hers at play again. Maybe if she would move closer, so I could see better." Don's hand continued stroking, although his eyes didn't leave the screen.

Beth squirmed, sliding the laptop closer to her while moving her blanket away. She was aware of the masturbator's eyes, looking up at his monitor, obviously fastened to the fingers in her vagina as his own hand continued to raise and lower on his long awesome manly shaft.

"Do you like fingering yourself while you watch a hard cock get jerked off?"

"I've never done it before, but yes, right now it's making me hotter. I like watching you jack off." Beth knew he was aware of her watching him jack off his cock. He raised his body, lowering his arm to allow an unobstructed view of his masturbation. The thought of examining a man stroking his hard manhood brought the newly aroused wife to stifled giggles. Taking a deep breath, Beth shrugged her shoulders, so her breasts jiggled in the reflected light of the screen. 

"Oh my, what a turn on," Beth called out. "Here I am, fingering myself while staring at a huge hard cock on my computer screen and my husband doesn't even know." 

Slowly, Beth's hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower, blazing a path toward the narrow pink slit between her outspread legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the wetly glistening pussy lips and spread them slowly apart, revealing the trembling shiny pink bud of her erect little clitoris to Don's lustful gaze. Her sex glistened wetly in the shadowy light, her sexual excitement displayed like dew on the now reddish lips up between her thighs. The gleaming furrow between her legs showed without a doubt she was fully aroused already again!

"Do you really think it's beautiful, Don?"

"I think it's gorgeous." 

"Thank you, for the compliment," Beth smiled down at her friend's eyes staring back at her through the computer screen. Then she looked down at the long hard cock in his hand. He was stroking it so smoothly from crown down to his pubic curls and back again. Over and over she let her eyes watch the up and down motion as her tongue slipped between her lips and curled around.

She realized she was giving him a virtual blowjob in her mind. 

Beth pursed her lips and looked away for a moment with a smile before coming back to look straight into his eyes on screen. "I bet I could give you the best blowjob you've ever had." 

Don furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his monitor and her smiling face. "Did you just bet me about a blowjob?" 

"Yes," Beth looked quite self-assured, "but not just any blowjob but the best you've ever had." 

Don could tell he was stumbling over his words, "But to win that bet you would have to...well, we'd have to get together." 

"Yes." She smiled more broadly. 

Don recoiled slightly, but was still off-balance as his mind raced. "First, where and when do you propose we meet? And second, what makes you think you'd be the best, especially as I'd be the judge?" 

"Second question first, every boyfriend I've ever had and now my husband comment on it. Apparently it's just something I'm good at." Beth took a deep breath. "As for the time and place, would you be willing to make a trip up to the big city? If so, I'd let you be the judge." 

Although her offer sounded sincere, Don watched her face intently, knowing they were both somehow stripping away still another layer of the veneer of the attraction between them. 

Now he felt a renewed excitement and anticipation as his pulse started to race anew, but he tried to find some calm in the moment. As much as he wanted to cum he wanted this intimate time with Beth to last.

"So," he mused all too nervously, "just what would the bet be then? I mean, depending on how I judged your skills what would one of us win?" 

"I don't know about you," Beth stared hard back at Don. "But I think if I win, you'll have had won, too, by having had the best blowjob of your life."

"Sounds reasonable, but what if you don't win and it's not the very best I've had?" 

Beth couldn't quite believe she'd been brave enough to make a bet with Don, one that would cause them to meet. She'd always liked him, despite their physical distance, but the desire that gripped her as they chatted had even taken her by surprise. She had just done something bolder than she had in years and was energized and excited by it way beyond her expectations for the evening already. 

Don's excitement was high also, as the talk about the two of them becoming sexual partners was beyond the virtual world they were now in. He had difficulty imagining they were simply going to enter a hotel room, Beth pull his cock out and go to work on him. But that was the bet and as much as he couldn't get the image of her caressing him and looking up at him there was an equal amount of excitement in his not knowing how their movements would play out when together for real. He even allowed himself to fantasize about returning the pleasure for her as he stared back into the pink wetness her fingers now delved into on his screen. 

"So are you going to back out?" Beth offered, still unsure of her own commitment and ever more aware of her pounding heart. 

"I'm game if you are." Don said as bravely as he could muster, making a point to jut his hips upward as he confidently stroked his hard cock for the first time in the last few moments. 

"Okay then." Beth smiled a nervous smile, "pick a time you can come up here and I will make myself available." With that said, she opened her legs wider as if in further invitation.

Don watched as Beth's middle finger slipped all the way in. While that finger was easing in and out of her wetness she brought up her other hand and used those fingers to ease her lips apart so he could see all of her shiny pinkness.

"You getting all this?" Beth smirked, her finger still deep inside her.

"Sure am," Don gasped as he ogled the screen and his new virtual lover.

"So what do you suggest I do next?" She kept pushing her finger insider herself.

"I uh, well..." Don was finally speechless.

"Maybe..." Beth struggled to get the words out as her finger found her clit again, sending a searing blast of pleasure through her system. "Maybe, uh, I should imagine how that hard cock of yours feels inside me?"

Beth's mind spun, her heated blood roaring in her ears as she realized how much she was enjoying this extended sexual encounter. Don's fingers busy fondling his throbbing slippery cock while she exposed her open lipped womanhood to finger herself, enjoying with sexual abandon, the voyeur watching and the exhibitionist in her. Unable to help herself, as if mesmerized, her hands reached for the two-dimensional cock being masturbated on the screen. Her trembling fingers traced the thickened shaft down under she held his rolling and swelling balls.

This whole time Don stared directly between her wide open thighs, her soft wet pussy, and even her curvaceous bottom as well. He was staring deeply into her opened thighs, watching as the busy hand and twirling fingers were playing through her pink lips.

"Wouldn't you rather have something else in there, Beth?"

"Yes I'd really like something else in here. Have you got anything in mind that I could fill her with?"

"Oh, I have something to fill it with all right. I have fingers, a tongue or a big cock! Which one would you like or maybe you'd like to try all three."

Beth titled her head to the side, a parody of thought, as if considering his offer. "Well, let's see now. I can have a finger in my pussy anytime, like I do now," Beth waggled her fingers in her sex for his benefit as well as her own, "...and I certainly love having a tongue in there, too. But...if you're offering a really big cock, then I think that I'd really rather have that in me. Would you give me your big cock Don?"

"Are you ready to feel me deep inside you?" He asked with his voice deeper and his breath shallower.

"Yes!" she knew she said much too quickly. "Yes, I want to feel you. I want to feel all of you." 

"Good, now take your two fingers and push them all the way in. I want to feel myself sliding deep into you. I want you to feel me filling you and imagine it is my hard cock entering you." He watched the screen as he saw her hand move down and he saw a finger delve into her sex, fully through those luscious wet pink lips. 

Releasing her clit, Beth's middle finger slipped effortlessly into her wet sex. She began pumping this single digit in and out. Soon a second finger was introduced to the hot cavern. Deeper and deeper she drove her hand into her wet pussy. She released her other breast and used the other hand to help pump her womanhood and furiously rub her clit. As both hands were centered mindlessly on her sex, her breasts were squeezed together by her upper arms as the erect pink nipples reached for the ceiling. 

"Can you feel me, Beth?"

"Oh yes," Beth almost yelled back. "I feel you."

"And I can feel your wet warmth, Beth. You feel so very wonderful." Don's fingers slid down his cock, the excess of pre-cum smeared all along his length. "Let me see you do yourself as if it was me. I want to watch as you let your fingers slide in and out of your hot pussy as if it was my hard cock. The very hard cock I have in my hand stroking for you right now." 

"I want more. Please, I need more." Beth almost pleaded as her two fingers buried and then twisted deep inside her body. She swore she could feel him inside, but she also knew by looking at his hard shaft in his hand he was much thicker than her two fingers. She wanted to feel how thick and how hot that cock was. 

"You want to put it inside me, don't you? Tell me you want to put it inside me."

"Yes! Yes, I want to put it inside you!" The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before. He watched as her glistening fingers moved to her love button and listened as she let out a deep groan and her bared breasts shook. 

Then Beth pressed three fingers together and slid them back down to her gaping openness waiting for more. She was so wet, so open. She slid all three fingers in her body in one fluid motion up until she could not shove them in any further. Her eyes closed and her breathing stopped for a moment.

Don's hand began to finally stroke a little faster on his hard shaft as he watched Beth pounding her pussy deeply and her hips bounced on the couch as if his cock was driving deep inside of her. He so wanted it to be his cock. He wanted his cock to be inside this beautiful woman and that luscious looking pussy she was playing with for him, as if it was him. 

Beth began to pump faster and harder, while watching her laptop screen. She imagined that hard cock gliding smoothly through Don's fist was actually thrusting in a fury between her legs. 

Both players were working as a team now, one with three fingers busy slipping in and out of her sex, while the other fisted his hard cock. 

"Oh Beth, you're doing it so well. You look so hot. You are going to make me cum." Don moaned and continued stroking.

"Don I can't wait much longer," Beth said still louder. "I need you now!"

"Cum for me now! Cum all over my cock!" Don watched Beth intently. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He watched as her hips moved in thrust after hard thrust. He could feel himself deep within her. His cock head swelled in his fist, in her. 

He was so close. 

Beth felt her body taking on a will of its own. The dam was bursting deep within her and she knew she couldn't hold back the floodgates any longer. "Stick your cock in me! Stick it in my cunt! My hot nasty cunt! Please!" Her whole body was on fire. Her nipples were on fire and she reached up and roughly tweaked each one, back and forth. The rest of her body was in a firestorm of pleasure.

Don swallowed hard, watching the expression on the young woman's face. It was one of sheer, unadulterated ecstasy, lids drooping, mouth only slightly parted. With the tip of her wet pink tongue darting out between her lips, she seemed to be oblivious to the camera now, caught up in the sexual frenzy of the moment.

"Are you almost there?" She heard Don's voice.

"Yessssss..." she more gurgled her hushed agreement, but she really wanted to shout out in her mindless ecstasy wanting to covey her need to him. Eyes staring, mouth drooling, she sat all the way up and then slid down on her twisted now wet fingers, Don's hard cock, feeling her pussy giving him a fantastic squeeze and with a grunt and then an extended groan she succumbed to her second sweet orgasm of the night.

Don felt himself between her outstretched legs, making hard, intense love to Beth. Her beautiful face tightened as her lips were pulled taunt across it. Her eyes were closed tightly, the tendons in her neck straining as her head twisted back and forth, from side to side. He knew there was no question about what was happening to her. She was having another orgasm. There were beads of moisture on her forehead, a sublime look on her face and those whimpering soft gasps.

"Wild, baby, wild!" Don called out watching her squirm her ass in small circles, undulating her belly upwards and spreading her legs as wide as she could to give him an unobstructed view of her sex being fingered. 

Beth took a deep breath and opened her eyes to realize Don was looking right into her pussy his face almost seemed right down between her open knees. She could imagine how deeply his eyes were boring into her wet pinkness as she slowly raised her ass even higher to give him an open visual channel to her pulsating sex. The thought of another man with his eyes on her hot wet pussy, open and inviting, brought her to another post-orgasm release, the liquid cascading from the wet lips of her vagina to pool between her thighs. It dripped on down in a long glistening trail until it soaked slowly into the blanket under her naked writhing ass.

Then she heard over the electronic connection...

"I'm cumming Beth! Yes! Here it cums! Aaaaggghhhhhh!" Don pumped his fist faster, squeezing more, until with a soft extended groan, the first spasm edged up from his balls and through his hard shaft.

Beth gasped as she saw the first pulse of white shoot out from the tip of his cock. The cum streak went flying high over the range of the camera view and then a second later came splattering back down on the desk in front of him. The second spurt shot out straighter and nearly made a bull's eye on the camera lens. She flinched as if it had hit her in the face. Then she saw the blob of cum running down the side of the screen image. 

Beth began to count under her breath, 'Three', she actually felt it as she watched the silvery semen leap from the tip of his swollen cock head again, then 'four, five, six...' the spasms continued. Her eyes widened as she watched and could almost hear it squirt and splat. Then she heard a loud grunt and she called out "Seven!" The last spurt shot out and splashed back onto his stomach. 

She was amazed watching his cock still swell as the last of his manly cum settled to a slow dribble oozing down over his fingers. She watched as his cum spread down his hand wrapped tightly around his shaft into the dark pubes below.

"Wow! There's so much of it! I didn't know a man could cum that much!"

"Wow's what I should say, too! Sorry, I should have warned you."

"No, it was neat really! Do you always cum that much?"

"I don't know; maybe a little less, a little more. When I'm overly excited and haven't cum in a coupe days it can be a lot, a mess." David stroked his cock until he squeezed up another dollop of cum that spilled over his cock head and dripped in a long strand to his belly. 

Beth pursed her lips and took a couple of deep breaths. "Mmmm, I know I've never cum like that, especially twice like that in one night. Thank you so much."

"I enjoyed it more than I can say, too."

"It certainly was a spectacular way to get to know a little more about each other."

"Sure was." Don agreed as his head came up off the back of his chair. "I'm looking forward to learning even more though."

"I agree." Beth's fingers tickled through her damp cleft and stroked idly, "but just one more question. When do you think I'll be ready to write my first erotic story?"

Don laughed. "I think you're ready now." He reached down and squeezed his only partially deflated manhood. "No question about it."

"I'm not so sure." Beth gave her best quizzically playful face. "I'm thinking I should probably take a few more notes." She looked down to see her own fingers still probing her wetness. "If you wouldn't mind, you know, I think you need to continue to provide this novice erotic writer the benefits of your experience?"

Don sighed on his side of the internet and leaned back resting his head again. "Of course, I'd love to help, but we may have to wait a little while." He stroked his now less than eager manhood. "After all...although it's good research for me, too, I'm not as quick to recover as I used to."

They both laughed.

"Yes, I understand, but I'm still so hot right now you wouldn't believe it. You have a beautiful, uh cock, hard or not, and I was so turned on making you cum."

"You are one sensual girl," he said.

"I am certainly one satisfied girl," said Beth.

Don laughed, picked up the end of his towel and wiped the cum from his hands and then the streaks and globs on his stomach. "Anyway, we won't tell your husband."

"I'll say we won't." 

"Cyber doesn't count anyway." Don grinned.

"When I feel like that, it might." Beth winked back.

"You are so beautiful just after sex."

"You flirt! Haven't you had enough?" she said.

"Do you feel good?" Don answered her question with his.

"Lovely." Beth replied with a huge smile. Then she blinked her eyes a few times, "It's really time for me to get going. I've had enough of this for tonight, I think."

"Have you?" Don asked. "I just know that you're the most desirable lady I've seen in a very long time. I also know that if we both weren't married, I'd sure give you a run for your money in real life."

"You've got me anytime you want me. Just whistle."

Don pursed his lips, a slow long whistle emitted from his mouth.

"Oh you are such a horny lightweight. Only I do hope my husband is still as sexy as you at that age, then I won't have to play with myself so much. I get so darned hot and bothered until I feel if I don't get screwed I'll lose my mind."




Beth and Don



"Beth, this has been a great night for me. You blew my mind." 

"I'm so glad, but right now I've got to get to bed."

"Sure." Don laughed, feeling an involuntary warm shiver run through him. "But before you go, I do have another bet for you." 

"Can't wait to hear this," Beth laughed. 

"I bet we can have at least as much fun as we did tonight if we do this again tomorrow." 

"I'll take that bet." Beth slid her hands back between her legs and felt the warm wetness was still there. She'd be there again tomorrow night she knew.