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Coming Home

By: Sas It Up



He walked in the door and saw her laying their on the sofa. To wake her from such a beautiful sleep was cruel but he needed her body, he needed her closeness. As he kissed her parted lips he allowed his body to rest just slightly above hers, causing just the slightest amount of friction on her body. Soon her nipples had hardened and peeked out from underneath her T-shirt. God he wanted to just pull her panties of and drive himself home but he knew the longer he drew out her awakening the hotter she would be when she awoke. He loved playing her body and he did it with skill. Sliding his fingers across her wrists down her arms. 

Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled lazily as she adjusted her body slightly. The movement caused her to rub up against his body and he reacted by pressing her more firmly into the sofa, allowing all his weight to press her down. he continued to kiss down her body letting his tongue lave her flushed skin. When he got to her tummy he tugged at the sides of her panties. Looking down at him she raised her hips and tugged her panties down. She wondered what had turned him on so much that he awoke her from her sleep, whatever it was she liked it.  He grabbed at her waist and pulled her onto his lap..."baby come here" he pulled her flush against his chest and started to whisper in his ear "i want you like this baby, stay here with me, i want to just touch you and taste you and make love to you right here"  She shivered when she felt his body hard and ready beneath her. She never understood how he could want her so much, more importantly how she could want him so instantaneously. She could feel her body warming as his kisses trailed down her neck and she moaned softly with the pressure she felt building deep inside her body. 

He slid his tongue over the slight marks he left in her sweet neck. He slid his hands up her sides...letting his fingers trail over the sides of her breasts. Just barely his fingers brushed against the soft roundness underneath her shirt....he trailed his fingers down her body to her hips and then tugged her hips back further onto his lap at the same time he pressed himself into her. There was no way for her to not understand what he was showing her....what he wanted.  It was always like this, she was instantly on fire and didn't care about anything but having him buried inside her. He teased her mercifully for needing his body so fast and how much she always raced to her first climax. He never complained because he always knew she after her first climax she became very grateful for all the pleasure his body brought her. 

Turning so that she straddled his body she ran her hand up n down his length while she kissed him. He grabbed at her wrist and licked at her pulse point. At the contact of his tongue against her skin she rocked back and forth against him, feeling the sweetness of his erection pressing into her. She needed him now.....buried deep inside her ...she wanted it now. Looking into his eyes she begged him to let her hands go but he just stared back as he slid her two hands into his one and reached for his fly. She smiled as she realized she would get exactly what she wanted with or without the release of her hands.  He grinned when she wiggled in his arms, he loved how she responded to every touch and caress. He loved discovering every inch of her body and what his mouth or fingers could do to it. Her body quivered as he leaned down n brushed his lips against her nipple. He never opened his mouth but just brushed his lips against her nipples. He flipped her body around so that she was laying on the couch. He was going to make her scream his name tonight....more than once. 

As he flipped her body over she realized he was going to make her wait, or maybe not she thought as he pulled aside her panties with his hand. Suddenly his fingers where on her, she wiggled her ass trying to press herself firmly against his palm...she wanted to feel those fingers slide deep between her wet folds, caressing the awaiting warmth. 

He smiled at how wet she was as his fingers continued to just cup her sex, lazily stroking her lips, not really offering her any strong strokes or sufficient pressure. Lazily he kissed up and down her spine, he loved how her body shivered when he did that. She tried to look back and he knew she was trying to prompt him into touching her more. Kissing her neck softly he whisper, "soon" and then continued on trailing kisses along her neck her one cheek, her hairline. She had such beautiful hair it flowed down her back, long curls that you could just bury your hands in and wrap around your fingers. He constantly touched her hair, she hated it but he knew she kept it for him, for his pleasure. 

Moaning at the sensual assault being forged on her body, she shifted underneath him pressing herself back, raising her knees. Softly but firmly he pressed her down into the couch ... straddling her legs he began to massages her arms, to do so he let go of her hands which she limply hung over the edge of the sofa. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slim arms, massaging the soft skin and trailing his hands down to her shoulders, he could feel the tightness in her shoulders and worked it out in soft strokes, moving down her back he rubbed softly at the pale skin, leaning down he couldn't help but lick and kiss her back. His hands trailed down to the curves of her ass and he didn't dare neglect there. Pushing and massaging her ass he spread her cheeks and pressed them together, rubbing his palms over her. By now he could feel that her sexual heat was simmering...softly he kissed between her thighs...sliding his tongue deep into her. 

"Oh" she let out a moan, she couldn't believe he had just totally relaxed her and then so quickly turned her fire on high with his tongue, oh God it did feel good though. Pressing her knees into the sofa she arched her back giving him better access. Slowly he pushed his tongue back and forth deeper into her. "Yesssssss" she hissed.

Smiling to himself he worked his tongue back and forth into her wet pussy, she tasted so good. He licked at her until she started to really moan. Turning her over onto her back he pressed her into the sofa. He asked, "Promise to stay still?" 

"Yes, just dont stop baby...please don't," she responded

Pulling her hips into his hands he kneeled on the floor so she was laying at an angle. "Comfortable?" he looked up at her eyes questioning.

"Mmmmhmmm" she smiled lazily down at him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Slowly he continued to lick her pussy lips, spreading her outer lips and pressing his tongue against her clit, pressing into her clit he furiously started to slide his tongue in and out of her, he knew exactly how she liked it.

Grabbing his head in her hands she pushed his face into her pussy, "Oh baby yes, please lick it faster, oooooo right there ooo," she moaned as he slid his tongue along her clit. 

Leaning back a bit he pressed his fingers to her wet cunt and pushed one deep into her, at her soft mew of pleasure he pushed a second into her. She started to buck her hips against his fingers. He knew she was so close to bringing herself off by just rubbing her hips against him. He bent down and started licking at her clit again, while feeding his two fingers deep into her pussy. "How's that baby? Do you like it like that honey??" 

Panting harder now she screamed "YESS!, oooohmmm" He could no longer hear what she was saying, and he didn't care he attacked her clit softly with his tongue as his fingers pushed against her spot, he knew he had hit it when her head started to shake back and forth and lull about the back of the sofa, she couldn't talk, could barely breath with the pleasure he was giving her. 

Looking up at her he let her body recover as it shook slightly with the intense pleasure. He loved looking at her right after she had an orgasm her hair was disheveled, there was a sheen of sweat on her body, and her body was flush with color. It struck him as odd, all his life he loved watching women, yet his favorite time to see this particular woman was when she first woke up, or had an orgasm, or his favorite was when she got worked up and angry. He wouldn't dare tell her this he thought, or he would be on the end of her temper. Pressing a kiss to her thigh he smiled. 

Shaking slightly she ran her hand down her breasts across her tummy and reached for his face. She couldn't believe the pleasure he brought her to. She had other lovers but this was amazing she thought as she ran her fingers along his cheek. At his smile she groaned. That look only meant one thing.....he wasn't done...

Rubbing his tongue along her slit he pushed between her lips again, this time licking up the sweet juice that flowed from her, down her thighs he licked. He bit the soft flesh of her thighs softly causing her to gasp. "Do you like that baby?" 

By now she was wiggling underneath him wanting to feel his tongue buried into her body. She moaned and squirmed underneath his tongue as she said, "Yes baby it feels good, but baby I need you to fuck me so bad" she moaned as his tongue thrust into her. "Not like that, baby I want your cock buried in my pussy, OOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed as his tongue slid across her clit and she felt three of his fingers pushed suddenly into her. Clawing at his shoulders she bucked as his fingers once again found their mark. Roughly he slammed his fingers deeper into her, God she couldn't take this, she could feel it building inside her already. Breathing heavy she leaned forward digging her nails into his shoulders as he lightly flicked her tongue. She couldn't believe it as her body started to quake as she moaned, "Cumming....oh baby...ooo.....yessssssssssssssssss" 

Wrapping one arm around her hips so she didn't hurt him as she bucked he pushed his fingers up against her G spot, he knew exactly how to hit it to make her cum now. It was a powerful piece of information and he loved it as he licked her softening clit. He couldn't wait to do use it again but right now he needed his own relief. Pulling up from between her legs he collected her in his arms and rocked her softly until she recovered. 

Sliding her limp arms around his neck she smiled as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, he stopped in the kitchen. "You can't be hungry," she laughed as he sat her on the kitchen table.

Not saying a word he kissed her lips and pressed his tongue into her mouth, sharing her flavor with him. As he did this he slid her off the table and ran his fingers up her sides to cup her breasts. Squeezing them lightly he felt the heavy nipples between his fingers. Pinching them he turned her around and pressed her against the table. Biting her neck softly he whispered in her ear, "No now I am taking exactly what I've wanted since I walked in the door" Pressing her upper back he pressed her over the table. 

She could feel her pussy trembling and the juices of her previous orgasms all over her thighs, she couldn't believe she could even stand as she braced her arms on the table. She wiggled her ass sassily in his direction and waited for his cock...reaching down she spread her own pussy lips and looked over her shoulder. She smiled back at him and asked "Gunna give me that big hard cock or are you going to make me beg for it?" 

He just looked at her, enjoying the offering she was making him as he slid his hand up and down his hard cock. Stroking the head to rub the pre cum all over he pressed it to her ass cheeks. Rubbing it up and down them he pressed it against her wet slit. "Do you really want it?" He looked at her face as he pulled his dick back.

Growling low in her throat she thrust her hips back against him, he slid between her thighs, missing her target. Moaning as her ass pressed against his body she hissed "Give it to me baby, fuck my pussy, please baby" 

Pulling back he guided the tip of his cock to her entrance and teased her pussy lips with the cock head, as he heard her moans he smiled and increased the pressure as he rubbed her clit with his other hand, "So you like it like this hmmm?" As he heard her open her mouth to answer he slammed forward into her willing body. "Mmmmmm God your so tight baby" he moaned as his length slid deep into her. "Ooo yeah so tight," pressing his hips flush against her he pulled back and slid back into her warmth.

At the feeling of his hard entrance she grabbed the edge of the table and held on as he slid back and forth in her body. She loved the friction of his fingers at her clit and ground her hips back and forth pressing into him rhythmically. "Fuck me harder baby," she screamed as he slammed back into her wet cunt. "Yeah baby oooo faster baby faster" she moaned as she bit her lip and felt her pussy muscles clamping down on him. "Oh baby make me cum, fuck me like that, god your cocks fucking amazing" She screamed as he started to pump into her harder lifting her ass into the air as he slammed up in her. 

Holding her hips he rammed his cock deeper and deeper into her, loving her screams and moans he continued pounding his cock into her. He knew it wasn't going to take much more as suddenly her pussy clamped down on his cock. Arching his back he started to feel the cum rising in his balls. 

Feeling him tense up took her over the edge moaning like she was never going to live through this she pressed her body hard into him, squeezing her muscles down on his cock as her pussy spasmed around him as she cried, "Yes baby cum in me, fill me up, make me your little slut, empty your cock in me" 

Hearing her words he slammed forward one and his cock started shooting his cum deep into her body he could feel her pussy clamping down on him, milking his cock as she came in his arms. Holding her hips he continued to pump his body into her, filling her with his cum. He could barely stand as he fell forward on her back leaning against her. His cock slid out of her as he grabbed a chair and sat down. Leaning his head back he groaned at the intensity of his climax. 

Feeling his warmth slip away she turned and slid off the table onto her knees, with his eyes closed and head back she slid her mouth down onto his softening cock. She suckled all the cum off him as he kept his eyes closed and stroked her head. She let his cock go and licked his balls clean, sliding her tongue along his thigh she took his cock back into her mouth and suckled on it, feeling it spasm slightly she sucked it deep into her mouth. as she felt a little blast of cum hit her throat she moaned, "MMmm," she pulled back and let his cock slip out of her lips. She whispered, "Welcome Home Honey, did you have a bad day at work?" as she climbed into his lap and settled her cheek against his chest. 

~~~~~~~~~Note From Me~~~~~~~~~~

Hi All, I hope you enjoyed this story, and I would love to hear from you. Please feel free to send me ocmments, questions, and Ideas on all or any of my work. I always like to hear from the people who read and enjoy erotica/romance. 

Coming Home



DISCLAIMER:

This is a story about consensual sex between two adults. If, in any way, this offends you, is illegal for you personally to read, then stop reading - now!

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That's the trouble with being apart for months at a time! When we get together, all we can think of is sex!!

From the time I meet her at the airport, we can't keep our hands to ourselves. When we meet there, at the bottom of the stairs, we kiss and it always develops into a long hard kiss; mouths straining against each other, tongues flashing, bodies pressed against the other; almost as if trying to become one; nerves jangling and very aware of the heat and the feel.

When we stop kissing, we hug and end up kissing again, pushing against each other as if trying to climb inside the other! My face will bury itself in the crook of her neck and I can smell her odour. It's not something I can describe; it's simply "her" smell and I'm suddenly at peace again and content to just stand there and breath her into my head!

At some point we will wake up enough to join the flurry of getting her baggage and finding our way to the shuttle into the city... but there are always touches and dumb faced grins at each other, until we are settled in the back of the shuttle van. Then, within seconds, we are hugging and kissing all over again; hands, ultra sensitive to heat and touch, are on the move; a breast cupped here, a hand on a thigh, grasping and searching, mouths glued together, trying to swallow one another. The outside world is a blur, it really doesn't exist any more; all that is, is encompassed in our straining bodies. 

Now do you see why we are in the back seat?

But, really, who cares what the other passengers see or hear; who gives a damn, if the driver spends more time than usual checking the rearview mirror? The outside world is gone and mostly forgotten; "our" world becomes a place of touching and feeling; exploring, as we renew our acquaintance with the other; nothing else matters!

The trip into the city goes quickly but somehow seems to drag. Soon, however, we reach the drop-off point and transfer to a taxi; a short seeming run through blurred streets; holding hands or kissing again and again; glancing almost shyly at each other; smiles so wide they feel like your face will break; hand ever so softly to cheek; another kiss; softly this time; tongues extending, licking lips, faces; tasting and titillating.

At last, the Hotel; nerves jangling; bodies shaking; faces flushed. Still glancing at each other, smiles on cracking faces, touching and standing very close together. Check in, papers; unseen clerks and staff; down the corridor to the room...

Inside, bags on the floor, drapes pulled, door locked and 'Do Not Disturb' sign quickly place on the outside handle; bedspread (maybe?) pulled back. Another long, long kiss; hands flashing; butts held and squeezed. There's no space between us; heat from our bodies transfers easily through our clothes; breathing, impossibly, quickens even more; our breathing and an occasional murmur of delight and a mumbled "I love you" the only sounds in the room.

Somehow clothes disappear; well not really, there are heaps here and there; discarded pants and jeans; shirt and blouse snuggling together, in a heap; underclothes together or where they fell. The bed is soft but breasts are softer; the bedspread feels smooth and cool to the touch but skin is warm and its soft smoothness feels so good under probing caressing fingers and hands; eyes follow hands or gaze totally bemused into other eyes, reflecting passion, excitement, desire, and expectation; kisses rain where hands touch, tongues lick and taste, saliva leaves cool trails on heated skin; bodies vibrate and tremble; blood engorges; need and desire exclude all else; fingers probe gently and slide into wet slick orifices; hands and fingers encompass and gently pull and slide.

Mouths, open with laboured breathing, slick with saliva and other juices taste, explore, and torment; and utter moans and groans of pleasures received and encouragement to continue. Bodies writhe and spasm to burning hot, wet torture; limbs spread and blood swollen orifices open, in wet swirls of pinks and red; a now wetted penis head enters, painfully slowly; sounds of groans and moans reach a crescendo, as hot wet flesh parts to enfold its passage; deeper, deeper still, until two are joined as one, in a pool of pleasure.

The feeling of being in a hot, velvet vice; the feeling of being filled with a hot, hard but soft instrument; the throbbing, twitching, and slow filling and wet, sliding friction; nerve ends screaming their pleasure, transmitting electrical shocks; pleasure coursing through ultra sensitive limbs, pooling in genitals. Like a brook, rushing down the mountainside, slowing for seconds in deeper waters, then rushing on again, swirls and eddies constantly appearing and disappearing, sparkling in the sunshine and dulling in the shade, rushing, slowing but ever moving, ever dancing.

The raging battle of sexual intercourse; the overpowering urge to come; the reluctance to enter the final moment; the desire reluctance, the gradual peaking to a fine pinpoint of white light behind the eyes; every muscle taught, straining, concentrating on the pleasure.

The quickening speed of entry exit; the pounding finale; the wet smacking sound of swollen flesh; the quick, hard plunges - the slight pause - the final, long, hard plunge and grinding of flesh against flesh at the end; the spasms, gripping, and milking; the frantic twitching and ejaculation, struggling to be deeper; the orgasm!

The quieting of breathing, the murmured love words; the residue of nerves subsiding from pleasure; the relaxation; the soft loving time of small quick kisses, "God, I love yous!" The time of lingering caresses, loving touches, long sighs of contentment; the lingering aftermath of orgasm.

The coming home!

(c) Copyright Cagey 2003. All rights reserved.



Coming Home



I came in the house through the garage door. I was early, about a day early. I was just about to call out, announcing my arrival home, when I heard a sound that caused me to pause. 

I had been out of town on business but the offers made were unacceptable and I didn't need that kind of business anyway. They said their position was absolutely non-negotiable, but in the two days of meetings they had changed their position so many times it was apparent the whole deal was a wash. So I returned to my hotel room, packed my small bag and made for the airport and the return trip home. 

On the two-hour flight home I fantasized about being in my beautiful wife's arms. She was awesome. She stood five feet four inches and weighed in at one-hundred-and-one pounds. Her face was gorgeous. She had big brown eyes and a small nose. Her lips were full and her complexion reflected her Asian ancestry. Her breasts were magnificent, full and pert. She always said they were small, but they weren't. They were almost perfectly proportioned to her size, maybe even too large for her small frame. They were firm with gorgeous brown nipples as big as the tip of my pinky finger. Her stomach was extremely flat, rippled with the musculature of her abdomen with absolutely no fat. She exercised religiously to maintain her figure. Her ass was awesome in both its tininess and shape. She could make her ass as hard as rocks when she flexed the muscles in her buttocks. She could hold a tooth pick between her cheeks so tightly that you could not pull it out. She kept her already sparse pubic hair trimmed close, affording a wonderful view of and easy access to her womanhood. Her legs were shapely and thin. In my fantasy we were in bed, naked, making love. She lay below me with her legs spread wide as I slowly stroked my big cock deep into her dripping pussy... 

I listened with my head cocked to one side.

The sound was altogether too familiar and was coming from the far side of the house where the bedrooms were located. The sound was rhythmic, punctuated occasionally by a low mewling, moaning. I silently moved through the kitchen and dining room into the hall leading to the three bedrooms. My blood pressure was rising, my heart pounding, as I crept down to the end of the hall. 

The sounds were emanating from the spare bedroom. I could hear the steady creak of the bed and a female moaning in obvious pleasure. Who could be having sex in our spare room? 

The bedroom was to the right, down a short hall past the second bath. I crouched down low and crawled around the corner. On my hands and knees I crawled up to the bedroom door, keeping my body as close to the far wall as possible. I peered around the corner into the spare bedroom. 

They were on the bed, naked, making love. My wife was on her back, her legs spread wide, thighs bent to her chest and held by the man on top of her. Her head was turning side to side, eyes pressed shut in ecstasy as she moaned in pleasure. Her boss, Jim, was leaning forward over her, propping himself up with his arms, driving his thick cock deep into her juicy pussy. Her legs were around the outside of his upper arms toward his shoulders, her pussy was wet and wide open, as he fucked her hard and fast with his big tool. 

It took my breath away, seeing my wife fucked good, really good, by another man. All at once I was pissed off and turned on and was at a loss as to what to do. 

I stayed there, watching in awe, as Jim pounded his big cock into Leigh's dripping pussy. His cock was long and hard as he drove his thick member deep into her, thrusting himself into her cunt, burying his cock to the hilt. Her wetness glistened on his thick shaft as he stroked it in and out of her pussy. His cock was big. It was very thick and probably ten inches long. From my position I could see Jim's cock stretching Leigh's pussy as he entered her. Over and over he fucked his big cock deep into my wife, thrusting deep and pumping, pumping, giving her every inch of his great length and thickness. 

Leigh enthusiastically received his huge penis into her, taking his cock deep into her cunt, moving with him, returning his thrusts, joyously working her pussy onto his big hard cock. She was loving it, her pussy was gushing her wetness as that mammoth cock filled her cunt again and again, opening her wide and filling her beyond belief, penetrating so very deep. 

Leigh liked her sex hard. She liked to be fucked hard with a stiff, hard cock and I could tell she was getting just what she liked. 

Leigh was panting and gasping, her juice running from her pussy, down the crack of her ass. She was humping and bucking against Jim, taking his huge cock deep within her to the depths of her womanhood, grinding on his great manhood and crying out her pleasure as he thrust deeply into her. 

I was hypnotized by the sight of Jim's huge cock invading Leigh's pussy. The sight of him plunging his thick member deep into my wife's cunt, stretching her, filling her to capacity-then withdrawing, wet with her juices, only to plunge again, driving deep into her excited pussy. Again and again Jim thrust his fat cock into her as Leigh wantonly spread herself for him, taking his ten inches of thick-veined manhood deep within her hot little cunt. 

I was getting excited watching my wife being fucked like this. They had been at it for fifteen minutes and my cock was now rock hard as I watched my wife fuck Jim's huge thick dick with wild abandon. 

Leigh was in ecstasy, approaching orgasm, thrashing her head from side to side, her thick black hair flying. Her body was damp from the perspiration of her passion as she thrust her hips, taking Jim's length deep within her. Her pussy was sloppy wet, gushing her wetness and making slurpy, sucking, gushy wet sounds as Jim pistoned his raging penis deep into her. She cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oohh, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm goingg too cummmm!" 

Jim continued to drive his cock hard and deep into Leigh's pussy as she began to cum. She was delirious, yelling out, "Ohhh Yess! Ohhh God Yesss! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes! Ohhhhuuunngghhhhh! Ohh Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Jim was relentlessly driving his massive cock deep into Leigh's ravaged pussy, pumping, pounding his hard, thick manhood into her throbbing cunt. Leigh was endlessly cumming, yelling, crying out, thrashing, frantically thrusting her hips as over and over again Jim drove his huge penis to the depths of her cunt, causing wave after crashing wave of orgasm. Leigh was making guttural animal sounds as Jim held her by the hips, fucking his entire length and girth deep into her soaking pussy. Leigh was having multiple orgasms, her pussy was throbbing, contracting, sucking, milking Jim's huge penis as he fucked her. Leigh was continuously moaning, throwing her head from side to side, delirious with orgasm as for several minutes Jim continued to pound his big cock into her. 

As I watched my wife get her brains fucked out I was amazed at the intensity of her orgasms. She was cumming and cumming and screaming for Jim to fuck her harder and deeper. I was amazed at how her pussy stretched to accommodate Jim's huge cock, accepting it, swallowing it completely, surrounding it, taking that amazing length and width deep within her tight folds. Their pelvic areas were drenched with the wetness flowing from Leigh's pussy. I was in awe as Jim kept driving his huge penis deep into my wife's pussy, over and over, thrusting, driving, pounding, causing her to scream as she climaxed again and again. Her cunt was throbbing and quaking, gushing her wetness as Jim's massive cock pistoned deep into her over and over, causing her to experience multiple, shattering orgasms. 

Soon Jim slowed his pace until he was languidly stroking his still hard and bulging member in and out of Leigh's soaked and ravaged pussy as she came down from her orgasms. Leigh was as limp as a rag doll and her breathing came in ragged, panting gasps. She was still moaning as the last of her orgasms ebbed from her body. Jim then slowly slid his cock very deep and completely into Leigh's cunt, causing her to moan loudly in pleasure. In that position, pelvis to pelvis with his ten thick inches of hard cock buried completely within her, Jim reached his right arm under her and around her waist, lifting her and holding her as he rolled over onto his back. 

Leigh was now laying full length on top of Jim with his big cock still penetrating deep into her pussy. Leigh pushed herself up to a sitting position, leaning slightly forward, propping herself up with her hands on Jim's chest. Leigh tilted her head back and cried out in pleasure as she leaned back and sank farther down onto Jim's massive penis, her small body quaking in orgasm, her tight pussy clenching and contracting around the stiff manhood filling her so completely. 

After her orgasm subsided, slowly, she began to ride him, raising slightly off his huge erection, then sinking back down upon it, taking him deep into her cunt, grinding down onto him, milking his marvelous penis. 

"Oooh, yes," she cooed, "Your cock is so fucking big! Oh it's so...good!" Leigh was moaning quietly with her head thrown back as she gently rode his monster cock. She would raise slightly, an inch of his thick member withdrawing from her slick pussy, then she would grind down hard upon him, exulting in the depth to which he penetrated her, moaning from the exquisite pleasure his huge cock gave her. For a long time she rode him like that, being fucked and fucking so deeply and completely it was incredible.

As I watched my wife ride Jim's cock I had taken my erect cock out of my pants and had begun stroking it. Seeing my wife so wanton, so intoxicated by sex, so taken over by lust and animal passion had me turned on like I had never been turned on before. 

Leigh's pace began to increase. Her strokes were still short, but now faster, more insistent. 

Jim was reaching up, squeezing Leigh's firm tits in his hands, his fingers pinching her erect nipples as he thrust his cock deep up into her wet pussy while she ground down upon him. 

Leigh's juices were flowing from her cunt in a torrent. She was leaning forward, pressing her tits into Jim's hands, moaning continuously as she rode Jim's raging cock. "Oh yes! Oh God yes! Oh yes, yes, yes! I want to feel you cum! I want you to cum in me! Oh, yes, fill me with your cock, fill me with your cum!" Leigh was panting as her strokes became longer and longer until finally a full six inches of hard thick cock was pummeling in and out of her drenched cunt as she rode it with wild abandon. 

Jim was ramming his huge erection hard up into Leigh's cunt as she slammed down upon him, his cock driving, pounding, deep into her tight pussy. His toes were beginning to curl as Leigh furiously rode his mammoth cock.

Leigh's cunt was gushing, slurping and farting as Jim's giant rod rammed into her again and again. She was bouncing on top of his big cock now from the force of his thrusts, crying out "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" every time he rammed his ten inches home. She was a wild woman. She couldn't get enough of his big cock as he pounded it into her. Suddenly Leigh stiffened and shouted as she orgasmed, then she screamed in a shattering climax as Jim's huge penis erupted within her, exploding, throbbing, jerking and pulsing, loosing a geyser of his hot sperm deep into cunt, splashing his hot cum inside her, spraying his seed to the very depths of her pussy. Her cunt was throbbing, pulsing contracting and clenching around Jim's cock as he filled her with his sperm. His ejaculation was gargantuan, his huge cock spasming, jerking, throbbing, pumping torrents of cum into her cunt. For more than a minute he continued to cum, pumping jet after jet of hot sperm into Leigh, sending her into orgasm as each spurt of his cum erupted into her already cum-drenched pussy. 

Soon they slowed and finally stopped, Leigh again laying upon Jim's chest. Come was oozing out of her cunt all around Jim's cock, down the sides of her legs, running down his cock. Both their crotches were soaked in cum. Leigh began to move off Jim, raising up off his semi-erect cock. As his cock withdrew from her cunt, great wads of cum flowed from her, it was running down her legs, dripping onto the bed and onto Jim. Just as Leigh disengaged from Jim's cock and flopped onto her back with a heavy sigh, I felt a hand placed on my back... 

HOLY SHIT! 

I almost hit the ceiling when I felt someone touch me. I whipped my head around to see who the hell it was. I was ready to yell something at them, they had given me such a scare, but when I turned I saw Amanda, Jim's wife, standing there holding her finger to her lips shushing me. 

She was five feet ten inches of woman. Her hair was long, fiery red and flowing. Her face was gorgeous, her features seemed to have been sculpted with exquisite care. Her nose was small, her nostrils flaring. Her eyes were a scintillating shade of green and her full lips were red and pouty. Her skin was fair, not a blemish to be seen. Her breasts were magnificent to behold. They were very large and full. They did not sag at all but were firm and upstanding. Her body was magic, with all the right curves in all the right places. And her legs-Her legs were very long and slender, the shape and musculature of her calves was superb. Her thighs were trim and where they joined her crotch they were separated by a wondrous gap within which her pussy resided. I had never seen her naked, but in a bathing suit she was a sight to behold. Her ass, perched atop her slender legs, was as firm and tight as an ass could be. Right now she was wearing a very tight pink dress that came down to just below her crotch and it appeared she was wearing little else. 

I quietly backed up from where I had been watching Jim and Leigh and stood up. Amanda grabbed me by the front of my shirt and with her finger still pressed to her lips pulled me toward the master bedroom. 

When she got me into the bedroom Amanda said, "Well, isn't this a nice surprise?" and kissed me hard on the mouth, her tongue darting into my mouth, fluttering and dancing with my own. 

I didn't know whether she meant a nice surprise for her or for me. I returned her kiss, responding with a pent up passion. 

Amanda broke the kiss and looked down at me. The front of my shirt was untucked and my belt and pants still undone, my semi-erect cock waving in the air. I had been jacking off while watching Jim screw my wife and hadn't done anything about it. 

Reaching up she started to take my tie off, pulling one side from the knot, then pulling it from around my neck. She asked, "So you like to watch your wife get fucked? Hmmm? Did you like to watch Jim pump his big, fat cock into your little wife? I bet you did! By the sounds of it, she liked his big cock alright!" 

I didn't say anything. I knew that it had turned me on no end to watch Leigh being screwed by Jim, but I hadn't really analyzed my thoughts on how I felt about it.

Amanda continued to remove my clothes and talk to me. She had removed my shirt and undershirt and had slipped her hands into the waistband of my underpants, pushing them and my pants down. I kicked off my shoes as she nibbled her way down my bare chest slowly removing my pants as she went. 

"How did you like seeing your wife cumming all over another man's cock?" she asked between nips. "Hmm? What do you think of her pussy being filled with his cock, filled with his cum! Does it turn you on? It turns me on!" 

I thought about it a second and said, "Yeah, it turns me on!" I had a giant erection by this time. Between watching my wife get thoroughly banged, Amanda slowly undressing me and talking about her husband fucking my wife, I was extremely excited-more excited than I have ever been. 

Amanda just laughed. "I thought so," she replied. She had pushed my pants and underpants down to my ankles. She was on her knees and I lifted each leg in turn, letting her slide the clothes completely off, taking my socks with them. "Ooh, this is exciting," she said as she grasped my hard cock in her hands. "Jim has wanted to fuck your little Leigh for some time," she stated as she began to stroke my immense hard-on while looking up at me with those beautiful green eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, still stroking my erection, looking up at me from her knees. 

"Yes, I want to fuck you!" I said. "I've wanted to fuck you since the day we met!"

"If I let you fuck me, will you do what I say? Will you do everything I tell you?"

"Yes," I groaned as she continued to masturbate my engorged penis.

"Good-I've often wanted you," she said as she lowered her head and slipped her soft full lips over the head of my cock. 

Her mouth was hot. It was delicious. Amanda grasped my cock around the base with one hand, gently milking. Her other hand gently pulled and squeezed my balls as she fluttered her tongue over the head of my cock and applied a little suction with her mouth. She began to move her mouth on my rigid cock, bobbing her head forward and back. Soon she was stroking my whole eight inches with her lips and mouth, taking me deep into her throat as she continued to jack my cock and squeeze and tug on my balls. 

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned. I was already close to exploding after watching my wife get so thoroughly fucked that my cock was drooling with precum. I was rock hard. I reached out and placed my hands on Amanda's head, curling my fingers in her luxurious hair as I pumped my hips, fucking my cock deeper into her hot, wet mouth. 

Amanda released her grip from around the base of my cock, letting me fuck her mouth, moving her head in rhythm with my hip thrusts. My cock was sliding smoothly between her lips, her tongue lapping the underside of my swollen member as it drove deep into her mouth.

After several strokes I was ready to cum. I could feel the tension starting in my balls, the pressure building, my cock swelling, becoming harder until I couldn't hold it back anymore. With a loud groan I let go, my cum exploding from my cock in a torrent. Amanda started to grunt and coo as she swallowed spurt after spurt of my semen. I felt as though I was ejaculating lava. My cum was hot, leaving a burning, tingling sensation in its wake as it erupted from my twitching member. There was so much of it I was surprised. I had been without for several days, and my excitement at the current events was helping to fuel my orgasm. I looked down, watching as Amanda continued to stroke her mouth on my cock, swallowing my cum as it burst from my penis. Some of my juice oozed from the corner of her mouth and down her chin as she sucked my hard, throbbing cock.

Amanda had sucked me dry, milking the last of my cum from my cock with her hands and mouth. She stood up, smacking her lips. "Ummm, I like that!" she said, wiping cum from her chin with her finger. She put her finger to my mouth, saying, "Now you can do me." I opened my mouth and sucked on her finger, cleaning my cum from it as she stroked it, fucking my mouth with her finger. 

She pulled her finger from my mouth and turned toward the bed, pulling her pink dress off over her head as she did so. She wore nothing underneath her dress. Amanda crawled on her hands and knees onto the bed, waving her fabulous ass as she went. She went to the middle of the bed and stopped. She pulled a pillow to herself, hugging it as she held ass up in the air, offering it to me. 

The rear view of her ass and cunt was magnificent. Her tight, puckered, brown asshole winking at me and her pink cunt lips, parted like petals of a flower dappled in dew, surrounded by a halo of her red pubic hair was incredible. 

I followed her to the bed. Moving up behind her I kissed the bottom of her left foot, tickling her a little with my tongue, causing her to jerk a little. Then I kissed the bottom of her right foot, again tickling her, then kissing and licking her ankle. I moved to her opposite ankle and up her firm, curvaceous calf, licking and kissing, switching from one to the other, moving up and up, licking the inside of her thighs, kissing the backs of her legs until I was kissing, licking and nipping her tight ass cheeks. 




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Amanda was squirming, pushing her ass back, panting and quietly moaning. She was saying almost in a whisper, "Oooh, yesss, eat me, eat my pussy, eat my asshole!" 

The musky odor of her cunt was becoming more powerful as her juices began to flow. I couldn't wait, I just had to taste her. I extended my tongue. Burying my nose in her crack I licked the full length of her hot, wet gash. Her pussy juice was nectar. I licked her again, this time delving my tongue deep between her folds. I sunk my tongue as deep as it would go and flickered it, letting my tongue dart quickly in and out. 

As I tongued her cunt from the rear, Amanda raised her ass and spread her legs wider, trying to give me better access to her honey pot. I licked and tongue-fucked her pussy for several minutes, relishing the taste of her wetness and the delicate, hot, wet velvet feel of her vagina. I then moved up and ran my tongue over her little brown hole. Amanda let out a low groan and pressed back as I ran my tongue in little circles around her asshole. I stiffened my tongue and pressed it directly on her hole. I felt her sphincter relax and wiggled my tongue, gaining slight entry. I continued to rim Amanda's asshole for a couple of minutes, licking, then sucking, then pressing my tongue into her asshole, going a little deeper each time as she moaned and squirmed at my attentions. 

Amanda then pulled her ass away from me and rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I was now looking down at her magnificent pussy spread before me. She kept her fiery red pubic hair well trimmed, her soft pink lips were coated with her wetness and they were slightly parted, showing her inner folds. I bent and licked the outer lips of her pussy, stopping to pay special attention to the swollen bud of her clit, fluttering the tip of my tongue over it in small circles. Then, with a stiffened tongue, I plunged deep into her cunt, tasting her nectar. 

Amanda held my head, pushing my face into her crotch and gasping as my tongue went deep into her pussy. I explored the inner depths of her womanhood with my tongue, alternately making wide circles, caressing the inside of her vagina, then fluttering my tongue, then licking and sucking her cunt. She thrust her hips up, her legs spread wide, her pussy grinding onto my mouth. She was gasping and panting as she ground her pussy onto my mouth while I frantically licked and sucked her. 

I alternated between sucking on her clit and plunging my tongue deep into her pussy for a long time. As I sucked on her hard, erect clitoris I let my tongue play upon it, causing Amanda to squirm and moan in pleasure. As I ate Amanda's delicious pussy, my hands roamed her body, caressing the flatness of her stomach, the firm swell of her breasts, pinching her hard erect nipples and returning to her pussy to hold her lips spread wide to give my tongue total access or to let my fingers sink deep into her cunt, probing and thrusting, then moving to finger her tight asshole before continuing their journey around Amanda's body. I continued to let my tongue delve deep into her pussy, flickering rapidly, caressing her inner womanhood. When I withdrew my tongue I would curl it just a bit so as to capture as much of her wetness as possible and bring it into my mouth to savor as I began to suck on her clit again. 

I could feel the tension building in Amanda's body as she neared orgasm. Her cries and moans became louder and I felt the outer muscles of her vagina constrict. She was holding my head tightly. Her hips were rapidly, forcefully humping and thrusting her soaking wet pussy upon my mouth. As I was sucking on her clitoris Amanda began to moan louder, "Mmmmm, UUmmmmm, MMmmmmm, Ooohhh, Yes, Oh God, Oh yes I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" 

I felt her pussy begin to convulse and she was bucking fiercely. I held tight to her legs so I could continue eating her pussy and taste the juice that was gushing from her as she rocked her hips up and down. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy then sucked her clitoris, rapidly alternating as Amanda bucked wildly, crying out her pleasure. Amanda's love juice flowed and she was moaning loudly, pressing my face into her cunt as I continued to lick and suck her pussy. Gradually, her orgasm subsided and she settled down and began to push me away from her saying, "No more, No more, it's too much, No more..." 

I ignored her for a moment, relishing the results of her orgasm and continuing to ditty her clitty and delve my tongue deep into her gently throbbing cunt as she tried to push me away. 

Finally, smiling from ear to ear, I drew my head away, my face coated with her wetness. 

"My God," Amanda said, breathing heavily. "That was incredible!" 

"Natural ability," I said, extending my tongue, curling it down, easily touching my chin. I then stuck it straight out then curled it up, touching the bridge of my nose. 

My cock was rock hard and standing tall. Amanda looked at my rigid member hungrily. "I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your cock now, fuck me any way you want."

Amanda was splayed out on the bed, her legs open, her silky red hair spread over the pillows. I moved up between her legs, causing her to spread them wider as I moved on top of her. With my arms straight, I held myself above her, watching her face and leaning down to suck each nipple in turn as I rubbed the underside of my hard cock up and down her wet pussy. 

Amanda ground herself upon me from below as she squeezed and kneaded her tits, holding them up, making them easier to reach with my mouth. I changed my angle of attack and my bulbous cock head was in her pussy. 

I watched her expression as I smoothly thrust my thick cock into her. She was very wet, enabling me to penetrate to the maximum. My entire cock was sheathed in her tight pussy with one thrust. Amanda gasped as I thrust deep into her. She immediately began to move her hips, thrusting and grinding against me as I held my cock buried within her. The feel of her working her pussy on my cock was amazing. I could feel her cervix bumping the top of my cock and I was amazed at how tight she was. 

My cock felt as hard as a bar of iron, completely engorged, thick, heavy and full. I pulled back, withdrawing almost my entire length, then slowly slipped back deep into Amanda's tight, hot pussy. 

Amanda accepted my cock into her, taking me deep, grinding her cunt onto my rigid cock. It was fantastic, the soft, wet slippery-smooth feeling of her pussy wrapping, surrounding, caressing my cock as I pushed it into her. 

When I had penetrated her completely, my cock totally within her, I held myself there and Amanda worked her cunt onto me, pushing and grinding, pulling on my ass, trying to take me as deep as possible. 

Again I slowly withdrew, this time my cock completely withdrawing from her hungry pussy, causing Amanda to whine. 

I entered her again, very slowly, enjoying the feel of her pussy lips on my cock head, and then the feel of her velvet smooth tightness as I drove slowly deeper into her. I was in ecstasy, feeling her warm pussy engulf my thickness, swallowing it, enveloping it, coating it with her love juices. 

Again I pushed my cock into her to the hilt, pausing deep within her, pushing and grinding to gain every millimeter of depth as Amanda moaned in pleasure, grinding and thrusting back. 

I began to fuck her with my fat cock, taking long, slow strokes, withdrawing until nothing but the head of my penis remained, then plunging back into her, my cock driving deep, opening her wide, penetrating to the depths of her womanhood until I was completely buried, then withdrawing only to plunge again. 

Amanda matched my strokes, returning my thrusts with thrusts, my pushes with pushes and grinding her pelvis into mine as I became buried to the hilt in her gushing cunt. 

Again and again I slowly stroked my hard cock into her wet pussy. She was softly moaning, squeezing my ass and lightly scratching my back as I fucked her deep and slow. Her pussy was becoming drenched, her wetness flowing freely, coating my thick cock and both our pubic areas. 

I lowered myself onto my elbows and continued to fuck her like this for about ten minutes, thrusting and grinding, humping and fucking, slow and delicious. It was magic, my cock was so hard, it felt as if it were a granite pillar, and her cunt was tight, hot and wet. 

Our pace began to pick up, our thrusts becoming quicker and harder. Amanda was grunting each time I thrust my cock into her, "Unggh Yes!, Oh!, Hungh Yes!...harder! Ungh-harder!" 

Soon I was rapidly thrusting my rigid cock into Amanda's wide-open pussy. Her cunt was gushing with her wetness, slurping and farting as I pumped my raging hard cock into her again and again and again. 

Amanda was breathing hard and gasping, humping and bucking, thrusting her hips as over and over and over I withdrew my long, hard cock, coated and slick with her wetness, and plunged it back into her sloppy wet pussy, slamming hard and deep, both of us grunting and moaning loudly, exulting in the depth of penetration and the exquisite friction as my thick cock advanced and retreated in the depths of her tight, hot womanhood. 

Amanda was frantic as she approached orgasm, her nails digging into my back, her head thrashing side to side, she was returning my thrusts, pumping her hips up as I pounded my cock into her. She was wet with perspiration, moaning and shouting, "Ohhh Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Ohhh, ooohhhnnngg, fuck me hard! Harder! Don't stop! Don't stop-Yes! Yes! Ooohhh!...Fuck me!" 

I could feel her inner vagina expand and her outer vagina contracting around my cock as she got closer to cumming. Her wetness was pouring from her, drenching our pelvic areas, filling the room with the smell of sex. 

I was fucking her hard, rapidly, forcefully driving my cock into her over and over. Her body tensed and she yelled as she began to orgasm. "Aaahhh! Aaahhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh, I'm commmminnnnggg! I'mm Cooommmingggg! Yeennnnngggghhhh! Unnnngggghhh! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahh! Yessss!...I'm commmminnnggg!" 

I continued to piledrive my hard cock into her throbbing pussy as she came. Her body shook and she was pulling on my ass, pulling me deeper into her as she came and came. Her pussy was heaving and contracting, milking my cock, but I wasn't ready. 

I kept up my pace, plunging, plunging, driving my thick member hard and deep into her cunt. Her orgasmic juices flowed from her in a torrent, her words were unintelligible animal sounds, her pussy, throbbing, contracting, milking me, was slick and drenched from her orgasms and was making gushing, farting, slurping sounds as over and over, I drove my long, hard cock to the depths of her while she wantonly heaved and bucked in orgasm underneath me. 

Her orgasms seemed to go on and on as I continued to fuck my cock in and out of her ravaged cunt. After several minutes I tired and slowed, sliding my still hard cock languidly in and out of her as she came down. Her breathing was ragged and she was quietly moaning as I gently stroked my cock in her wet pussy. 

I was still on top of her, the perspiration from our bodies mingling as we continued to make love slowly and deeply. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples again making Amanda moan. "I want you to cum," she said as I flicked my tongue across her erect nipple. 

"Turn over," I responded as I withdrew my cock from her cunt. I backed up and got up on my knees as Amanda rolled over onto her stomach, sticking her ass in the air. 

I pulled up on her hips and she raised to a hands and knees position with her legs spread wide. I moved up behind her, between her legs. I placed the head of my cock at Amanda's wet cunt hole and slowly pushed it in to the hilt. Pulling her by the hips, I ground myself as far into her as I could as Amanda moaned and laid her head down upon her arms. 

Still holding her by the hips I stroked my cock in and out of her for several minutes. I pulled out of her cunt and rubbed the head of my cock on her tight brown asshole. Her pussy was so wet, her juice had run down the crack of her ass and her back door was already lubricated. 

With a slight push the head of my cock disappeared into her asshole. Amanda gasped and moaned as I entered her asshole. It was very tight. I held myself there before penetrating further, feeling Amanda's sphincter relax as I gently, minutely moved in and out of her back door. 

Soon she was pushing back onto me and I knew she was ready. My cock was still lubricated with her pussy juice and as I pushed forward, my thick cock easily penetrated deep into Amanda's ass. By the time my cock was completely buried in Amanda's asshole she was moaning again, "OOhhhh yess! Ohh yess!" over and over again. 

Gently I started to stroke my cock in her tight asshole, moving an inch or two in and out. Amanda became excited very fast, reaching with one hand to finger her cunt and rub her clitoris as my strokes became longer and harder. I could feel it with my cock as she deeply fingered herself with two fingers, stroking them in and out of her pussy, pushing them against the thin membrane to put pressure on my cock as I fucked her deeply in the ass. 

I looked over to mirror on the dresser and had an excellent side view of Amanda and I fucking on the bed. The sight of my raging cock slipping in and out of her asshole turned me on. I was driving my cock deep into her ass, holding her by the hips, driving with long hard strokes. 

The combination of the tightness of her asshole and her stroking my cock through her pussy was really getting me close to cumming. My cock was very hard and felt about to burst. Amanda was loudly moaning and panting, meeting my thrusts and grunting as I bottomed out in her asshole. 

I looked again to the mirror to watch myself butt-fucking Amanda and was surprised to see Mark and Leigh in the doorway watching. They must have noted the look of surprise on my face because at once they both smiled. 

Leigh's eyes were the size of dinner plates as she watched me ass-fuck Amanda. Anal sex was one thing that Leigh said she preferred not to participate in. I was too far gone to stop and the fact that I now had an audience seemed to excite me even more. 

My penis was dribbling lots of precum into Amanda's ass, providing good lubrication as I rapidly pounded into her. 

Mark moved over to the bed, climbing in front of Amanda, holding his semi-erect cock out to her. She pulled her hand from her cunt to grab his cock and guide it to her mouth. She swallowed him to the root and he began to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. His cock was soon swelled to ten full, thick inches as he became completely hard. Amanda was well practiced with Mark's cock and easily swallowed him whole, deepthroating him as I continued to ravage her asshole. 

Not to be left alone, Leigh stepped up to the bed and gave me a long hard kiss, her tongue darting deep into my mouth as she caressed Amanda's back. Leigh broke the kiss, enabling her to lean down and finger Amanda's cunt. I could feel Leigh enter her with first two, then three fingers. When she felt my cock through the thin membrane separating Amanda's cunt from her anal passage, she also pressed against it, stroking my cock through Amanda's cunt. 

Leigh was bending over to finger Amanda's pussy, so I reached out and inserted two fingers into her cum-slicked slit and began stroking them in her cunt. 

Amanda was moaning and grunting around Mark's big cock in her mouth, gyrating her hips as I cock-fucked her ass and Leigh finger-fucked her cunt. She was quickly approaching orgasm, as was I. 

I looked up at Mark as he pumped his mammoth dick into Amanda's mouth and noted that he was watching the whole scene in the bureau mirror. I looked over at the scene in the mirror. It was an awesome view to see myself fucking Amanda up the ass and fingering Leigh as Leigh was finger-fucking Amanda's cunt and Amanda was sucking Mark's big, fat cock. 

I was on the edge of orgasm and I could tell by the look of it that Mark was close as well. Leigh's pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I dipped my fingers deep then ran them in tiny circles around her clit. 

Suddenly Amanda let out a loud groan as she started to cum. I could feel her asshole clenching and contracting around my cock, causing me to explode inside her, ejaculating my seed deep into her bowels. 

Leigh felt my cock throbbing deep in Amanda's asshole and pushed back onto my fingers, I stroked them once, twice and she began to cum. Watching this, Mark let out a groan and began to cum in Amanda's mouth as she sucked and jacked his great cock. 

My orgasm was tremendous. My cock was endlessly throbbing and pumping, shooting load after load of cum into Amanda's asshole until it was leaking out and running down her legs. Her asshole was throbbing and contracting, milking my cock as she came. 

Leigh's pussy was dripping wet as she ground upon my fingers, orgasmic waves of pleasure causing her legs to shake and become weak. 

Amanda swallowed the first two or three shots of cum from Mark's huge cock, then pulled him from her mouth and kissed the tip of his throbbing, cumming cock. His cum splashed on her lips and face as it erupted from his penis. Amanda was moaning and licking her lips as she rubbed Mark's still squirting cock on her face. When Mark's orgasm subsided Amanda swallowed his big cock again, cleaning his cum from it, then she pulled it out. She began to wipe the cum from her face with his penis, then sucked the cum off his penis. 

I held my cock deep in Amanda's ass as my orgasm subsided. I removed my fingers from Leigh's cunt as I pulled my now-softening cock from Amanda's asshole. My cock was covered in cum and it was oozing from Amanda's asshole. Leigh immediately climbed onto the bed and began to suck and lick the cum from my cock. When she had cleaned my cock completely, she turned and began to lick and suck the cum from in and around Amanda's asshole, causing Amanda to give a heavy sigh of satisfaction. When Leigh had finished cleaning Amanda's asshole she came to me, kissed me hard with cum on her lips and face and more on her tongue as she darted it into my mouth. 

I kissed and licked the cum from her face and tasted what was in her mouth as she kissed me. She drew back and whispered to me, "I want you to fuck me like that! I want you to fuck me in the ass!" She then started kissing my neck and moving lower she kissed and nibbled my chest, then my stomach, until she reached my cock. 

My cock had been on the way down until Leigh had said she wanted me to fuck her in the ass; now it was standing at half-mast as Leigh, on all fours, took my cock in her mouth. I immediately began to get hard again. 

Amanda had collapsed onto the bed and rolled over onto her back and was now watching as Leigh ravenously sucked my cock. Mark was kneeling behind Leigh stroking his cock as he watched her suck me. It seemed as though his cock never went down. Mark moved up behind Leigh and between her legs and put his big cock up to her cunt. 

Amanda reached out and helped guide him into her. As Mark pressed forward Leigh pressed back and Mark's huge cock sank deep into Leigh's tight little pussy. 

Mark began to stroke his big meat in and out of Leigh's cunt while she was on all fours sucking my cock. After several minutes Leigh was moaning heavily around my fat cock. She pulled her mouth off my erect penis and still breathing heavily, disengaged from Mark. 

Leigh turned around and told Mark to lay down on his back, which he did. Leigh then mounted him, taking his giant cock up into her wet pussy. Letting out a deep sigh of contentment, she slipped down onto him, his entire length and thickness buried in her juicy cunt. 

She leaned forward and lay full length upon him. I had a closeup view of Mark's mammoth cock filling my wife, stretching her cunt open, filling her completely. 




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Amanda moved over and began to rim Leigh's asshole, first licking, then sucking her little brown opening, causing Leigh to squirm with delight, moving and grinding on Mark's cock penetrating to the hilt from beneath her. 

I was on my knees between their spread legs watching as Amanda began pressing her tongue into Leigh's asshole, gaining slight entry. For several minutes Amanda rimmed Leigh's asshole, making her shiver and squirm and providing good lubrication for what was to come. Then Amanda backed off, and it was my turn. 

I was very excited, my cock rock-hard as I moved up into a good position to enter Leigh. As I was getting in position Amanda leaned forward, grasped my erection and took my entire length into her mouth, sliding it in and out several times and thoroughly coating it with her saliva. When she let my stiff rod pop out of her mouth, I was definitely ready. I put my cock against Leigh's asshole and pressed. 

With a little pressure my cock head entered her tight little asshole. Leigh cried out in pleasure and pain as my fat purple cock head invaded her virgin ass. 

She was much tighter than Amanda had been, but that could be due to Leigh already having Mark's big thick cock fully sunk into her hot little pussy. I pressed forward, my cock sinking deeper and deeper into Leigh's asshole. Leigh was constantly moaning as I entered her. 

I continued pushing until my cock was completely buried to the hilt in her tiny asshole. I could feel Mark's cock filling Leigh's pussy as I entered her. 

When I bottomed out in Leigh's ass, she was filled with ten inches of prime thick penis in her cunt and another eight in her asshole. With eighteen inches of hard cock in her, Leigh began to shudder in orgasm, her pussy throbbing on Mark's big cock and her ass clenching and contracting on mine as she came. 

Mark said, "Fuck her ass and I'll be still," so I started to gently stroke my cock in and out of her ass. Leigh had not stopped cumming yet and shook with another orgasm as I began to move inside her. As I butt-fucked Leigh with smooth short strokes, I could feel my cock rubbing the underside of Mark's cock through that thin membrane, and the feeling was exquisite. I knew Mark enjoyed it as well, hearing him groan in pleasure each time my cock moved against his. 

Leigh was constantly moaning, gasping and panting, cumming in multiple orgasms. 

My strokes were becoming longer now, withdrawing four or five inches before plunging back into her. 

Mark began to move with me. Each time I plunged my thick cock into Leigh's virgin ass he withdrew from her cunt, when I withdrew from her tight asshole he would pound his huge cock deep into her pussy. Over and over we pounded our cocks into her, alternately filling her asshole or her cunt. 

Again and again I rapidly drove deep into Leigh's tight asshole, withdrawing to allow Mark to plunge into her wet pussy. For a long while, we filled Leigh over and over with thick, hard cock until she was delirious with orgasm. 

Amanda was beside us, frantically masturbating, as Mark and I gangbanged Leigh. We had increased our thrusts to a pounding pace. My precum was flowing like a river from my cock, providing tons of lubrication as I pounded into Leigh's constantly throbbing and clenching asshole. Her cunt was gushing with wetness and I could hear gushing, slurping, sucking, fucking sounds as Mark's cock pistoned over and over to the depths of her cunt. 

Leigh had been cumming for more than ten minutes while we fucked her and when my cock exploded deep in the recesses of her asshole at the same time Mark plunged his giant cock deep into her cunt and exploded, filling her with his hot sperm, she was screaming and moaning, thrashing, humping and bucking trying to take us both deeper as she experienced continuous orgasms. Both our cocks shuddered in orgasm, pumping a flood of semen into her.

The feel of Mark's big cock throbbing against mine as he filled Leigh's cunt with his sperm was awesome and the thought of him cumming deep in Leigh's cunt extended my orgasm and I wanted to make him feel the same. 

I began to thrust my cock into Leigh's dripping ass again, my cock sliding smoothly into her cum-lubricated orifice, at once filling her and massaging Mark's cock as he came deep in her cunt. Mark groaned and thrust his fat cock deep into Leigh's pussy as my movements and hers milked him of the last of his orgasm. 

Finally I stopped moving and we all lay still. Leigh was dazed, eyes closed, breathing deep, gasping lightly. Her ass and pussy were still softly, gently throbbing on our cocks as they slowly faded within her. 

After several minutes we disengaged, letting Leigh lay on the bed between us. 

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Coming Home



On Tuesday afternoon, we left Reno for the SF Bay Area. Coming down after a lengthy stay at Passion's mountain home was a fun and sexciting time as it always is for us. We drove down in the truck Michael had rented when he passed thru the Bay Area on his way up here from Arizona.

We left Passion's house at about 11am and headed on down. When we left the weather was abit cloudy with some heavy clouds in the mountains. By the time we got to the Donner summit it was foggy with snow flurries. Michael drove well thru it. It stayed this way all thru Blue Canyon and down to Baxter before clearing up. 

We decided to take a detour and headed down the interchange to Hwy 49/20 which took us thru Grass Valley and Nevada City. We stopped at a local eatery for a bite. Angel jumped down first and was greeted by several construction guys just exiting the restaurant. Her skirt had rode up her thighs giving them a shot of her upper thighs and possibly her shaved mound but we'd never know. She thinks she did though.

I jumped down followed by Michael. Angel and I waved and smiled at the guys as we went into the restaurant. We got a booth in the back and ordered lunch. We finished our lunch and climb back into the truck only this time I moved into the back seat with Angel while Michael drove.

We jumped back onto the freeway and I lowered one of the bench seats in the truck making room for Angel and I to have some room to play around as Michael drove us to Nancy's house in the Bay Area. I had pulled off Angel's dress by slipping it over her head as she pulled off my skirt and t-shirt. It wasn't long before I had my tongue on her nipples sucking and licking them into my mouth. Angel in return had brought her fingertips down to my moist pussy and began working them in and out of me. She then brought them up to her mouth and licked them before moving them down to her nipples to rub my juices around them as I sucked them.

She pushed me back onto the bench seat and climb between my outstretched legs and holding my ankles slid her tongue between my lips. She pumped me slow then faster, releasing my left ankle to slide 2 fingers inside my hole and pump me while licking my clit. She then pulled her fingers from my pussy and raised them up to my mouth so I could taste myself. She then moved them back down between my lips and slammed them back up inside me. I felt my orgasm quickening as her talented tongue flicked across my clit. I reached down and held her head down against my pussy as I ground myself into her face. She pushed the same 2 fingers into my ass just as I was about to cum. I felt her fingers moving in my backside and that sent me over the edge. I moaned out and felt a wave of pleasure pass over me. She kept licking my clit and pussy as her fingers pumped my ass.

When she slowed the pace down and pulled away from me, seeing her face glistening with my juices turned me on more. I asked Michael how he was doing and he said hard but good. I told Angel to bend over between the front seats and suck his cock. She moved into position and I heard his zipper being pulled down. When I heard Michael moan out as her mouth engulfed his manhood I moved behind Angel and began licking her pussy from behind. I moved my tongue over her puffy lips then pushed them between and licked her wet slit. I tapped on her backdoor with my fingernails as I licked her entrance. I pushed a finger into her pussy and began a slow pumping of her shaven hole as I moved my tongue over her ass.

I reached over into my bag and pulled out my jelly dildo. I worked it against her pussy lips and eased it in. I began pumping her pussy in long deep thrusts til she was moaning around Michael's cock buried in her throat. I saw her pull her mouth off his cock and begin pumping him thru her fist while flicking her tongue over his head. I on the other hand began pumping her harder and faster as I licked around the rim of her tight ass. I then pulled another smaller dildo from my bag and sucked the head of that one before pushing it against her upturned ass. I eased the first inch inside her backside and let her adjust. I kept pumping her pussy with the other toy and wanted to see her stretched open with both dildos working her body.

I felt her sphincter muscle relax and I pushed more of the dildo inside. I had about 3 quarters inside her hot ass now and began pumping her ass in alternating thrusts of her pussy. Her moans filled the truck as I pumped this angel of a woman. I pumped her in slow thrusts then faster, alternating the timing of the thrusts and the tempo as well as the depth. I felt her orgasm shoot forth thru her body. She squirmed between the seats but always kept Michael's cock either in her fist or her mouth. I pulled the dildo from her pussy and told her to rub her pussy while I continued to pump her ass. I pulled the dildo from her ass and replaced it with the one I removed from her pussy because it was longer and thicker than the one I had been using on her backside. I slammed it up inside her wide open ass and thrust it inside her just as fast as before.

Her hole was expanded wide as the dildo worked it's way in and out of her. I asked Michael if he needed to pull over to cum and he said not yet as we were approaching Fairfield. I told him to take the next exit off which was W Texas and as he pulled down off the highway then to the right behind a gas station Angel began to cum once again. I pumped her ass faster and deeper as she begged for me to fuck her. As I slowed the motion, I let her focus on Michael's pleasure now. She went back to sucking his cock still between the seats. I heard Michael telling Angel how good she felt and that he was close. Angel sucked him making slurping noises in the truck as she still pumped his shaft in her fist. Michael reached back and I took hold of his hand just as he moaned out and began to cum. Angel covered his cockhead with her mouth and swallowed as much of his cum as she could. I heard her choke at one point but she kept sucking and swallowing. Her hand still pumping his cock as she ketp the head in her mouth.

Michael squirmed abit as Angel sucked out the last remaining drops of cum from his balls. She then scooted back and needed help from me to pull her up from between the seats. I kissed her mouth and snaked my tongue inside her mouth, tasting Michael's cum and my juices on her tongue. Michael then opened the truck door and and came into the back of the truck with us. As he entered and sat down, I reached out and took hold of his cock in my hand. He was still as hard as when Angel was sucking him. I took my place and popped my mouth over his cock and sucking him. I had him hard as steel in no time when he lifted me off his cock and guided me to sit on his cockhead. I lowered my pussy over his cock and ride him for a few minutes. Angel began rubbing her pussy then picked up a dildo and began pumping herself once more while watching us. 

I lifted off as I wanted to feel him in my ass. I lifted up and repositioned then slid my ass down o ver his cockhead and slid down his shaft til my thighs were on his. I felt so full of him in me. I began pumping myself up and down on his hot cock. Lifting up higher so that I can get maximum penetration. I had him panting and breathing hard in no time as my moans started up again. I heard Angel cumming once more just as I felt Michael's hot cum coating my anal walls. I pumped him harder and faster and began to cum with my own orgasm. The scent of sex in the truck was strong. I rode Michael til I felt his cock spasm and jump inside my ass. I moved off him and laid on my side in the seat. Not wanting to lose his cum in my ass just yet.

He kissed me then sucked my nipples before moving to the front of the truck once more. Angel dropped the dildo and laid down next to me. Michael started the truck and hit the freeway again. Angel and I laid down and fell asleep a good portion of the way, waking up only as we approached the toll booth of the Bay Bridge. I rolled the window down so the attendant would be able to look inside but he was too busy that he missed his chance to see 2 naked women inside. Angel and I just laughed as we laid back down, Angel's hand caressing my thighs as I drifted back out. 

Michael woke us up once again as we pulled into the long driveway of Nancy's home. Nancy n Lynn were in Germany at the time we arrived home so we had the house to ourselves for a few days. As we unpacked our stuff, we saw some neighbors looking up the driveway at us. Angel and I were both nude except for heels and Michael who was taking the larger items into the house.

We showered together and ordered Waiters on Wheels for dinner.. had a nice dinner. The rest of the night was spent watching tv and relaxing after such a long and horny road trip... the only way to travel!!! 



Coming Home



I woke to the blurred white stripes on the pavement passing my face at a nauseating rate. The green grass on the side of the road was also a blur, looked like someone had taken a generously soggy paintbrush and streaked green across the window.

I looked up and realized I was almost home, so I forced myself to sit up and get my things together. Rubbing the blur out of my eyes I smiled at Rachel, who at this moment was a saint for driving all the way home and letting me pass out against the window, which had now given me a headache. I smiled to myself about how I had no one to come home to and use the excuse on "not now, I got a headache"... something I don't think I had ever said in my life, and would certainly not say today. It had been a frustrating trip and the idea of coming home to someone waiting for me was definitely a pleasing one.

I smiled to myself and at the passing scenery, contemplating the sex that would happen, if in fact I had someone waiting for me. It was rough, slightly dirty, and making me wet. I suddenly realized that I hadn't ever fantasized about having someone smack my ass or pull my hair, or whisper dirty things to me, but now suddenly I was, and obviously, I liked it.

Rachel jerked the car into a parking space in front of my apartment door. I hopped out and grabbed my bags, said goodbye, and headed up the stairs, looking forward to my empty apartment, a bath and my vibrator. I tossed my keys on the table just inside my bedroom door, then jumped 3 feet in the air when I caught sight of the nearly naked man on my bed. I caught my breath and realized it was Mike, the ex. I opened my mouth to say something to him but then I realized what he was doing. He had nothing on but his boxers, and those were pulled down and his hand was gripping his very hard cock. Obviously, he must have been aware of my presence, but he made no move to acknowledge it. The door had been left open, and I knew he was waiting for me. How did he know this had been on my mind???

Allowing myself to be more interested than shocked, I felt my pussy get wet again, this time even more than it had in the car. Focusing on him and his hands on his cock, his heavy breathing, his half closed eyes, I became more and more aware of the tingling sensation in my pussy and even my nipples. Without really thinking, I pulled my panties off from under my skirt, and walked to the foot of my bed. Without taking my eyes off of him… I slowly climbed up over him, with my knees on either side of his legs. Watching his hand on his cock closely, I could feel my pussy up against his leg getting wetter, as I felt his muscles contract and listening to his low moans coming from his closed mouth. He bit his lower lip, which seemed to indicate his pleasure building. His eyes never opened more than halfway, making me feel like he really didn't know I was there, so I decided to take it further and lean down so my face was just over his cock. Watching closely, very aware that he could feel my hot breath on him; he started to lift his hips up as if looking for the source. I pulled away whenever his cock got close to my lips, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me before I would give him the satisfaction of my mouth.

Slowly it seemed that whatever fantasy he'd been having was slowly becoming real for him and he lifted his head, opened his eyes, and smiled at me. He moved his cock to my warm, and waiting mouth and I parted my lips to let him. I'd woken him from his fantasy, and he took his hand off his cock, grabbed hold of my hair, holding my head in place as he pushed his cock all the way to the back of my throat. He groaned something, saying, "I'm glad my little slut is here now- I was just thinking about her" as he started to fuck my mouth. I loved the feeling of knowing he was looking down at me and watching his cock sliding past my lips, his hands on my head, my hands on his balls and hips. I moaned softly when I tasted his precum on my tongue. I wasn't surprised at what he'd said really, but more surprised that my reaction to it was to want to behave in an even more "slutty" way, rather than to slap him… touching him, playing with his cock in my mouth, letting him fuck my mouth deeper and deeper, and every time, watching his reactions becoming stronger and stronger. I suddenly realized that my pussy was now soaking wet and aching to be fucked.

I knew he could feel my body over his legs- my soaking wet pussy rubbing on the top of his thigh, my eyes studying him as he fell deeper and deeper into the pleasure of my mouth. Fucking my mouth faster- fighting off climax- his body was getting rigid. He started pulling harder on my hair, using it for leverage to push deeper into my mouth. Now he's struggling to talk around his moaning. Saying "that's it slut, take my cock- you love it, I know you love it, take it deep. I can feel your pussy, I know how wet you are, you need my cock don't you? Yeah, you need it- you're such a hot little bitch. Fuck, it feels so goo..."

His voice, and what he was saying, with his leg against my pussy, almost had me cum right there. I wanted to beg out loud for him to fuck my pussy, but at the same time, I didn't want him to take his cock out of my mouth. I could feel it rigid and swelling in my mouth- I knew what was coming and the anticipation began to drive me wild. He could feel my moans running from his cock throughout his body. He suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly moved out from under me. 

I started reaching and grabbing for his cock, begging for it through my moans, "please.. Fuck my pussy.. Please let me have your cock..." I could hardly believe the things that were coming out of my mouth, and how turned on and desperate I was for him to give me what I was asking for. He held off for a little while, driving me crazy. I lifted my hips up against him, pushing my pussy up against his cock.

He turned me over and pulled me up onto my knees. Suddenly he shoved his cock deep into my pussy with his hands on my hips, one of them occasionally giving me a spank on the ass, making me moan and my pussy contract around his incredibly hard cock.

I started to cum almost right away and that just made him fuck me faster and harder... I shoved my body back against him, trying to make him fuck me deeper than he already was. I felt his body hit mine over and over again. Every now and then I'd feel him lean over my back, reach around and his hand would play with my nipple. Pinching it lightly at first, then a little harder. Sometimes he'd pull on my nipple ring and that would send me over the top just a little more, shoving back against him harder and harder until I eventually moaned, trying to tell him that I was cumming and just how good it felt, but I could barely annunciate the words. Just after I came, he pulled his cock out, turned me over and he knelt with his legs on either side of my body, jerking off over my face. I sat up a little and tried to suck on his cock, tasting my pussy on it. He pushed me back down, and my hands move to my pussy. I was very close to cumming again as I watched his hands slide up and down on his cock. I look up at his face, and I can see he is about to cum, and this sends me over the edge. My body jerks into an orgasm as I feel his cum his my body, shooting onto my face, into my mouth, on my neck, and onto my tits.

So much for having to come home to an empty bed...



Coming Home



The soldiers were resting around a tiny fire in a small clearing. The fire was only for cooking and illumination; the steamy jungle night required no extra heat. Dan Hansen was sitting with his back propped against a tree trunk, totally exhausted, gazing at the tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Harris was so far away from the light that Dan imagined he could see the dim jungle THROUGH Harris' body. 

The fire brightened slightly, illuminating Harris' face. He smiled at Dan for a moment. 

Phantom became flesh as Harris approached Dan. Stopping in front of the fire, Harris opened his fly and removed his penis from his fatigue trousers. Exposed and erect, he continued advancing, finally stopping with the tip of his cock inches from Dan's mouth.

As Harris opened his mouth to speak, the machine gun in the darkness began firing with a series of soft popping sounds, each as quiet as a single kernel of popcorn bursting.

Dan saw the shots tear Harris apart in horrible slow motion. Blood and flesh exploded from his chest and groin as he tumbled backward, crashing to the ground beside the fire. 

The rest of the platoon jumped up and returned fire. The enemy machine gun fell silent.

Dan cradled Harris in his arms. Harris appeared to be trying to speak, but his mouth was full of blood. An instant later, the pain and light vanished from his eyes. Dan continued holding Harris' body, sobbing softly as blackness engulfed them . . .

Dan sat up straight in the darkness. After a few seconds of panic and disorientation, he realized where he was and what had happened. "It was just a dream," he whispered. "The same goddamn fucking dream."

The bed was too soft. The air was too cool and dry. The worst part was when, half asleep, he dropped his hand to the floor under the bed and the reassuring feel of the M-16 was gone.

It was two full weeks since Dan had come home to Cheyenne following his discharge, but he was still having trouble going to sleep. When sleep finally came, the dream, which he should have left on the other side of the world with his weapon and Harris, was waiting to ambush him. Tonight was even more difficult than usual. His parents had taken off for Hawaii that afternoon and he was alone in the house for the first time. 

No sense in trying to go back to sleep. Dan threw the covers off and climbed out of bed. His jockey shorts suddenly felt tight and confining, so he pulled them off. He stared down at his hardening member. Unbidden and unwanted, memories of Harris suddenly inhabited the bedroom.

"Happy Birthday," Dan thought. He'd actually turned twenty-one on patrol, three months earlier. A few days before that, Charlie had celebrated the beginning of 1969 with a mortar attack on the base. Dan had spent New Year's Eve in a foxhole, resisting the impulse to shoot everything that moved in front of him and hoping that the perimeter hadn't been penetrated.

The air now seemed oppressively hot. Dan went into the bathroom and opened the window. He stood in the breeze, looking out at the sea of lights. His parents' house was on a hill and a good deal of the city was spread out below him.

There was one light that didn't come from the city, Dan realized. A dim glow was coming from his parents' fifth-wheel trailer at the far end of the back yard. "Dad must have left the light on when he was getting stuff out of the trailer," Dan thought. Suddenly the light went out.

Dan pulled on his shorts and got a flashlight. The only weapon he could find in the house was a crowbar, so he took that. He slipped out the back door and glided across the yard to the trailer. There we no more lights showing, but he could hear faint sounds from inside when he pressed his ear against the trailer's side.

He opened the door soundlessly and stepped inside, keeping low. There was enough moonlight streaming through the windows and skylight to show that the main room, a combined kitchen, dining room and parlor, was empty. The door leading to the bathroom and bedroom was closed. On the other side, someone was gasping and moaning in a high-pitched voice. Dan noticed that the trailer was rocking gently on its supporting struts.

The crowbar was in Dan's right hand. His left hand was holding the flashlight but he could still work the knob with it. He opened the door quickly and quietly. The sounds were much louder now. 

Although the drapes in this area were closed, the skylight over the bed provided faint illumination. 

The bathroom was about five feet square with a small sink and medicine cabinet on one side and a tiny shower on the other. The toilet was by the door, facing the three steps leading up to the sleeping area in the overhang above the pickup bed. The curtains dividing the bedroom and bath were pulled back and Dan could see two figures struggling at the far end of the room.

When Dan switched the flashlight on, the first thing he saw was a boy's pumping buttocks. He was standing on the second step and bending over the bed. Dan's dick started hardening at the sight of the boy's flexing ass muscles and swinging balls.

A figure with long blond hair was spread-eagled on the bed, legs braced against the closets that flanked the stairs. Dan relaxed. This was no potentially armed burglar, just some teenager giving his girlfriend the business. He must be doing a really good job. She was still screaming rhythmically in a surprisingly deep voice and the couple was so intent on their screwing they hadn't noticed Dan or the flashlight beam.

Still, they had no business in his parents' trailer. Dan snapped on the overhead light and shouted, "What the hell is going on here?" The boy was so startled, he tried to straighten up. There was a solid whack as his head hit the low ceiling and he collapsed on top of his companion.

"Can't you find a better place to screw your girl than my folks' trailer?" Dan asked as he pulled the boy to his feet. The kid was short and stocky, well muscled, with black hair cut extremely short. He looked like a junior Marine. Although his eyes weren't quite focusing, his long thick dick was still standing out from his body.

Dan got a shock when he looked at the figure on the bed. The shoulder-length blond hair and delicate facial features were feminine enough, but he now saw a flat chest, a big stiff cock and a bulging pair of balls.

It was hard to keep his voice stern while his penis was becoming painfully hard, but Dan managed. "Well, well. I've caught a pair of teenage faggots. You guys, or maybe I should say girls, are really in trouble now!"

"You're really dumb, you know that?" Dan continued. "While you're butt fucking in someone else's trailer, you play stupid games with the lights." He looked around the room and spotted a hand-rolled cigarette laying on the counter. "Ah, ha!" he cried, seizing the joint. "Sex and drugs and rock and roll. You fairies are in trouble, big time."

The blonde on the bed spoke up. "Please let us go. I promise we'll never come back. We just used this trailer to fool around because our parents grounded us for staying out late and took the car keys. You can keep the joint."

Dan looked at him steadily. "What's it worth to you?"

"We'll do anything you want," Blondie answered. "We weren't going to steal anything. All we wanted was a private place to fuck." He was sitting up on the bed now and Dan was having a hard time looking the boy in the eye. His gaze was constantly wandering down toward Blondie's still-stiff pecker.

He swung around to glare at Baby Marine. "Anything!" he exclaimed. "I suppose you'll do anything, too."

The dark-haired boy looked down at the floor. "I guess so," he muttered.

"You guess?" Dan was secretly amazed that he was imitate his training sergeants so accurately. "I guess you will if you want to get your sorry ass out of here in one piece."

Dan sat down on the toilet lid. "OK, you can start by telling me who you are. Sit on the steps so I can keep an eye on you. No, don't bother putting your clothes on."

"I'm David Kemmel," the blonde answered. "This is my step-brother Bill Berkmann. My mom married his dad a couple of years ago. We live in the house halfway down the hill."

"Aren't you two a little young for sex crimes?" Dan asked, leering at David. The blond boy's chest was better developed than Dan had originally thought. It was bulging with muscle tissue, matching swollen arms and legs. David was obviously serious about working out.

Bill just glared. "I'm eighteen," David answered, "and Bill's three months older than I am." He seemed to be getting sort of pissed. "What's your problem, anyway? We didn't hurt anything, we're sorry and we'll leave and never come back."

"Don't worry about my problem," Dan growled. "Worry about your problem. I'm your problem. What am I going to do with you?"

Dan reached over and picked up the joint. "I guess I'll see how good your shit is while I decide your fate," he said. 

David picked up a pair of blue shorts from the floor. He pulled a matchbook out of a pocket, handed it to Dan and dropped the shorts again. 

During his last months in Nam, Dan's platoon had smoked Thai stick almost exclusively. Wyoming dope had been pretty lame before he'd joined the Marines, so he wasn't expecting much. He lit the joint and took a long drag. It was amazing. Already, the world around him was coming into sharper focus, especially the bodies and cocks of the boys sitting in front of him.

He took a second toke and passed the joint to David. The sound of breathing was suddenly loud in the confined space. He realized that his penis had become painfully stiff inside his shorts. Both David and Bill were getting hard-ons again as they stared at the bulge in his crotch.

As the reefer was going around, Dan opened his shorts and his stiff pecker popped out. "Since you like dick so much, let's see how good you can suck this one. Who wants to go first?"

Both boys hesitated. David reached behind Bill and pushed him to the floor in front of Dan. Bill pulled Dan's shorts off and bent down between the man's knees. 

David passed the joint to Dan. He took a long toke and tried to concentrate on the sensations Bill was producing in his groin. His mind jumped back to the Vietnamese hooker who had alternated between sucking his and Harris' dicks while the two men smoked a joint in a Saigon alley. The best part had been when she had taken both men's members into her mouth at once, producing an electric sensation as their cock-heads rubbed together. They had both been drunk, but not so drunk that they'd forgotten the horror stories about VD and the Viet Cong whores who put broken glass in their pussies before fucking GIs.

They were still horny as hell when they returned to the hotel. Harris had grown up on a ranch and his older brother had taught him what boys could do with each other. Dan was drunk and stoned enough to say "Show me," so Harris did.

Dan's attention returned to the trailer. The joint was long gone, David was rock hard from watching the blow job, and he could feel himself edging toward orgasm. Too quickly. Dan pulled himself out of Bill's mouth and pushed the boy away. "Very good," he announced. "You get eight points out of ten." 

"Your turn," Dan said to David. "Let's see how good a cocksucker you are."

As David moved to kneel between Dan's legs, Bill picked up his shorts and prepared to put them on. Dan snatched them out of Bill's hand and tossed them up into the sleeping compartment. "You can't possibly imagine you're done," he told Bill. "Suck your girlfriend's dick while she blows me."

Despite his girl-boy good looks, David wasn't as good as Bill. Still, the sight of the blond hair flowing over his groin, the suction on his penis and the view of David's thick pecker thrusting into the dark-haired boys mouth had Dan seconds away from shooting his load. He pushed David's face away from his crotch. 

"That was good too," he told David, "but only worth seven points. That means your pretty little boyfriend wins the first fuck."

Bill stared at Dan's huge throbbing member in horror. He tried to back away and almost fell backwards when his heels struck the steps to the bedroom. "No," he cried. "There's no way you're going to stick that big thing up my ass."

"If you can give it to pussy-boy here, you can take it too," Dan replied, leering at Bill. "You're going to like it almost as much as I will."

That was too much for Bill. He stepped forward and took a swing. Dan blocked the punch with easy grace and launched an automatic counter. A split second later, he realized that he was aiming a potentially lethal kick at a frightened boy and pulled back. The final blow wasn't dangerous, but it still knocked the wind out of Bill.

While Bill was still staggering, Dan grabbed him by the waist and walked him up the steps. Bill landed belly first on the bed. His knees were on the top step and his ass was sticking up in the air. 

There was a bottle of baby oil from the trailer medicine cabinet beside the bed. Dan squirted some of the oil onto his penis and pressed it between Bill's buttocks. The boy was awfully tight, so Dan inserted himself slowly and carefully. Although Bill moaned and tried to twist away, his anal muscles were relaxing quickly. In a surprisingly short time, Dan could feel his balls pressing against the boy's butt.

"Hey Blondie, get up here with your boyfriend," Dan commanded. "I want to watch him suck you while I fuck his tight little ass." David gave him a hard look but moved to obey. The ceiling was just high enough so the blond boy could kneel on the bed and insert his pecker into Bill's mouth.

Bill was still struggling. Dan suddenly remembered his last time with Harris. Dan had been tense and Harris was too eager and insistent. After the argument, Dan had gone to another hotel, gotten extremely drunk and ended up fucking a thirteen-year-old hooker. She didn't even have tits. Harris cut his leave short, went out on patrol and became a goddamn hero. Silver Star. Posthumous. Dan never saw him again. 

Dan bent over so his face was next to Bill's ear. "You can relax now," he whispered. "My cock is all the way up your ass. You're ready for some real screwing." Dan didn't start thrusting. He didn't need to. Bill had stopped struggling and was rocking backwards and forwards. His motion was working his asshole around Dan's shaft in a very exciting way. Hot juice suddenly flooded into the boy's ass.

The sudden climax surprised Dan. He was even more surprised when he pulled out and discovered his prick was as hard as ever. Bill had collapsed on the bed. David's penis was still in his mouth. "Your boyfriend was really great," he told David. "Now it's your turn, Blondie."

David glared. "You're not going to touch me unless you use my real name," he snapped. "And I'm not a girl, so stop calling me one."

The ferocity of David's response amazed Dan. He could take the boy apart with one hand and they both knew it. Dan regarded the angry youth with new-found respect. "I'd like to fuck you David," he responded. "I want to poke my cock up your pretty male ass. Would that be OK with you."

The younger man smiled. "Since you put it that way, sure." An instant later, David was on his back with his ass sticking invitingly up in the air. Dan climbed on top of him and felt his throbbing pecker slide smoothly into the blonde's eager asshole. He was startled when the boy kissed him full on the mouth. He and Harris had never kissed. After a moment, the feeling of strangeness disappeared. His excitement increased as their mouths opened and David's tongue found his.

By this time, Bill had recovered and was watching the couple on the bed. His dick had softened during the assault on his ass, but it was hardening again at the sight of Dan's flexing muscles as the man fucked David with long smooth strokes.

Bill greased himself and put his cock between Dan's buttocks. He found the little opening and jammed himself into the older man as hard and fast as he could manage. Dan gasped in surprise and pain as the dark-haired boy's thick tool penetrated his asshole. Bill was trying to punish Dan, but he was smaller than Harris and the man's anal muscles quickly relaxed to accept the invader.

This was the first time Dan had ever been in the middle of a fuck chain. He had never experienced such pleasure and excitement. The tempo of his thrusts had automatically synchronized with the motion of the cock inside his butt. Behind him, Bill started screaming and ramming him convulsively. Dan could feel wave after wave of hot juice squirting into his ass. An instant later, he was pumping his own load of cream into the blond boy under him.

Spent, Bill pulled out, moved to the side of the bed and collapsed. Dan looked down and saw that David's stomach and chest were glistening with sticky fluid. "You really fucked the cum out of me," the young blonde said dreamily.

A few minutes later, Dan was lying on the bed between the other two. He had a hand wrapped around each teenager's dick. "You boys have now earned your freedom," he announced.

Nobody made any attempt to escape.

"We're men, not boys!" David muttered. 

"You know," Dan said dreamily, as he sank toward sleep, "My parents are going to be in Hawaii for the next two weeks. If you guys want to come back and party . . ."

The soldiers were resting around a tiny fire in a small clearing. Dan was sitting with his back propped against a tree trunk, totally exhausted yet totally satisfied, gazing at the tall figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Harris was so far away from the light that Dan imagined he could see the dim jungle THROUGH Harris' body. 

The fire brightened slightly, illuminating Harris' face. He smiled at Dan with quiet satisfaction for a moment. Then he faded into the jungle night and was gone.

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This story is dedicated with gratitude to all veterans. 

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My stories rarely turn out the way I intend. "Coming Home" originally had a different title and was going to be a light-hearted story about a young man who catches two teenagers in his parent's trailer and sexually "punishes" them. However, the characters and situations took on a life of their own and the story grew deeper and darker as the writing progressed.

The Vietnam war cast a persistent dark shadow across the American psychological landscape and spawned hundreds of books, plays, television programs and movies. Although I was never in the military, I am a veteran of the Vietnam war, as is everyone who lived through that era. 

I started this story before most of the 'big' Vietnam movies, such as "Platoon," were released. I didn't write it to follow a trend, but to deal with my own feelings. The story never felt complete until years later, when I added the dream sequences at the beginning and ending.

"Coming Home" is the most serious and violent story I've written. I hesitated to release it in the current political climate, but finally decided it was appropriate. "Coming Home" isn't so much about politics and war as it is about survival, healing and self-acceptance.

Peace.

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Copyright (c) 2003 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. 

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex. 

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Coming Home



I thank you, S, for telling me this story and allowing me to write it.

I was happy to be returning home. I'd been working in Saudi Arabia, for one of the major oil companies, and it felt so good to step on familiar ground. I had been over seas for six months now, and I missed seeing my Mom. I wanted to give her a big hug and sit at the dining room table conversing over a home cooked meal. 

Oh by the way, I'm Dan; I'm 23 years old. I've been told that I'm not a bad looking guy, standing at six foot one inches tall, weighing in at 230 lbs, and now with a deep tan that you can only get in the desert sun. My light brown hair had turned a sort of ashy blond from the constant bleaching of the sun rays beaming down on me, but enough about me, back to the story. 

While I was away, my cousin Debbie was at the house. She had moved in with Mom while I was away, giving my mother company, helping her around the house in my in my absence, and going to the University in the city we lived in. Debbie's a beautiful 19 year old woman, standing five feet ten inches tall, with long red hair, and a nice pair of 34B tits. She was a very shy girl and would blush from head to toe if she caught anyone staring at her. 

Debbie met me at the airport, Mom having to go to a three week training course for her job. I was a little unhappy that I wasn't going to be able to see Mom right when I got home, but that was fine, she had to work. 

I couldn't believe how beautiful Debbie had become, and I couldn't stop staring at her the whole ride home. I put it off as to not having many relations while I was overseas. She noticed the staring, but ignored it, trying to find things to talk about, to rid her of the nervousness that my eyes were causing her. She talked about how school was going, asked how I had faired so far away from home, and changed subjects every second to find something that would make me answer in longer sentences, instead of the one word answers I was giving her. She finally gave up and turned her attention to the radio, flipping through the channels until she found something she liked, then turning the radio up so loud that there was no way any one could have a conversation over the music. 

When we got to the house, she suggested that I go to my room and rest while she made dinner. It wasn't a bad idea at all. I hadn't slept very well on the plane, and jumping into a hot shower, then stretching out on my bed sounded like the best idea in the world. I went straight upstairs when we walked through the door. After the long hot shower I laid down and drifted quickly off to sleep.

I was woken by a light hand shaking my shoulder. My eyes fluttered open, and at first I was confused as to my surroundings. The room had grown semi-dark, my head pounded, and my body still felt very groggy. I heard Debbie's soft voice.

"Dan, Dan, dinner's ready, you need to wake up now."

I groaned and rolled over; I didn't want to wake up. Her voice became louder with her attempts.

"C'mon Dan! It's going to get cold." 

I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Fine, I'm up."

She crossed her arms and stood over the bed.

"I said I'm up Deb."

"Yeah, you say so, but as soon as I walk out that door, you'll lay back down. I didn't go through all that hard work cooking you a good dinner for you to spoil it by sleeping all night. Now up with you!" 

I rolled my eyes and stretched. 

"You have to leave." 

"Why?"

"I'm not wearing any clothes." 

Debbie gave an awkward smile and giggled. 

"Okay fine, I'll leave, but I'll be standing right outside that door, and if you're not out here in two minutes, I'm coming back in." 

I shook my head as I watched her walk out the door. "Man, she has a nice ass," I thought to myself as she went out into the hall. 

I got dressed and walked out, in less than two minutes. Debbie was pleased that she didn't have to come back in and get me, and we headed downstairs to eat. 

At dinner we talked a little more, she seemed more comfortable now than she was in the car, and I was happy her mood had loosened up. She asked what I wanted to do after dinner.

"I'm sorry Deb. I'd really like to sit down, watch a movie or something, but I'm just so damn tired, jet lag or something."

"Oh that's fine. I have a bunch of homework to do anyway."

She seemed relieved that I was going to go back to bed. I didn't know if it was because she actually had a lot of work to do or because she was still uncomfortable in my presence. 

I helped her clean up the dinner mess, and still reveled in her beauty. The harshness of the kitchen light beaming down on her made her look even more angelic, watching her wash the dishes, not caring that her shirt was becoming soaked with the warm soapy water made me urn for her even more, and I went to bed with thoughts of her shirt getting more wet than it actually had. Instead of just her middle catching the water, I imagined her entire shirt getting soaked, clinging to her body, the outline of her breasts pressing against the tee-shirt, her nipples standing fully erect with the coldness of the air that flowed past them. I drifted off to sleep with these thoughts, and my dreams took over. 

My dreams took the image even further, now Debbie was on her knees in the kitchen, her wet shirt still clinging to her body, as she pulled my hard cock out of my pants. I watched her as she took me into her mouth. I placed my hand on the back of her head, and moaned as I felt her hot mouth engulf my throbbing member. I gently moved her head back and forth, thrusting my hips, as she moved her tongue around the shaft of my cock, her soft lips sucking a little harder, her throat squeezing tight around the head. I knew I wasn't going to last long, and my thrust became harder, she moaned, as my cock swelled in her mouth. 

"I'm going to come Debbie. You ready for it?"

She nodded her head and sucked even harder. 

"Here it comes baby."

She moaned loudly.

"Drink all my cum Debbie!" 

I awoke with a start, had I yelled that out loud? I must have, I wouldn't have woken up like that if I hadn't. My head turn to the door when I heard a gasp. I noticed that it was slightly opened, and I saw the figure of Debbie moving away from it. I felt so bad, and I got up to go find her and apologize. I coaxed her into the kitchen, and we sat at the table. 

"I heard you moaning. That's why I was at the door. I thought maybe you weren't feeling well, and I went to go make sure you were okay. I didn't mean, I mean, I didn't know...." 

Tears of embarrassment swelled in her eyes, and I placed my hand lightly on top of hers. 

"Deb. Debbie, look at me. There you go. Don't cry. It's okay. I wasn't masturbating. I was dreaming; I woke up yelling."

It was my turn to blush. Debbie stared at me, her eyes wide and she whispered to me.

"What were you dreaming about, Dan?"

"Oh, I don't know if..."

"Please, tell me."

She looked around as though she didn't want anyone to over-hear our conversation, but there was no one here but us. I took a deep breath and related my dream to her. Her eyes went from shocked, to embarrassed, and finally ended up with a hint of desire in them. 

"I've never done that."

She looked down, as though it was wrong that she'd never given head before. I laughed a little and shook my head.

"Well, it's okay that you haven't. You are still young." 

"I mean, I've never done any of it Dan. I've never had sex. Sure, I've let men touch me, but I've never gone all the way. I always get too shy."

"There's nothing to be shy about Debbie. You're a beautiful girl. I'm not trying to say that you should go out and have sex with everyone you meet, now. There's just nothing to be shy about, and if you think you've met a guy that you want to do it with then you should." 

"I have." 

Her eyes went back down to the table, and she played with her fingers.

"Really? Who?"

"You."

I was silent. I didn't know what to say. I stared at her in disbelief. She looked up and then back down, tears coming to her eyes again. 

"I've wanted to have sex with you for a really long time. Every time I've let a man touch me, I imagined it was you, but when they began to talk, or I opened my eyes for a minute and saw that it wasn't you, I couldn't do it anymore. I'd become shy and wished for you. I know you'd treat me right, you always have." 

I stared at her just a second longer, and then moved, pressing my lips against hers. She gave a startled sound, but soon began to kiss me back. I stood up, scooped her up in my arms and took her into my room. 

I laid her down on my bed, and looked at her again. She was so beautiful; her breasts moved quickly up and down with her desire, her cheeks flushed, and her lips quivered with unsaid words. I kissed her again, breathing in deep, taking her smell into me, as my hands moved to unbutton her shirt. 

She moaned softly as my lips found her erect nipple. Her hand went lightly to my head as I moved to give equal attention to the other breast. I kissed down her belly, and hooked my fingers into her pajama pants. As I brought my lips further down, I pulled her pants off. I moaned as I caught a glance of her mound. She wasn't bare, but she kept the hair trimmed shortly, and I could see her wetness glistening from the hair. I moved, lapping softly at the wetness on her swollen lips. She cooed, spreading her legs more. 

"That feels so good Dan. Please don't stop!"

I smiled, and moved move tongue, flicking it across her clit. Her hips bucked, and her hand pressed down on my head, trying to keep me there. I wasn't ready for her to come yet. I moved my tongue back to her lips kissing, licking, and sucking them gently until she began to beg. 

"Please Dan! Please let me come! I need to so badly!" 

I moved again, going back to engorged clit. I sucked it into my mouth, nibbling softly, as I flicked my tongue hard against it. Her moans turned into screams, and her hips bucked again, harder, making me have to grab them to keep her stable. 

"Oh yes! Just like that! Don't stop. Oh God, Dan, I'm coming! My God it feels so good!" 

Her words were lost and replaced with unintelligent mumbling as her orgasm hit her body full force. She began to pull on my hair, telling me she'd had enough, and I moved. 

I laid on top of her, and kissed her. She moaned at the taste of herself on my lips, but she broke the kiss shortly.

"Fuck me Dan. Please, I need to feel your cock in me now!" 

I smiled and obliged, slipping my pants off, and gently moving my cock inside of her. She was so tight that it took all the control I had not to come the minute my entire length slipped in her. She gasped, and ran her nails down my back. I went as slowly as I could, and even though she was completely soaked, there was still a little discomfort as she took a cock in her pussy for the first time. 

I stopped as soon as I got all of myself into her. 

"Are you okay?" 

"Yes, please keep going."

"Doesn't hurt too much does it?"

"No! Just do it!" 

I began to thrust, rocking our bodies back and forth at a slow pace. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and she began to moan. A slight smile crossing her face as she wrapped her arms around my neck. 

Even at this slow pace, I was going to come very quickly. I tried to hold off as long as I could, but Debbie was so wet, so tight, and hot that it was impossible to hold off any longer. 

"I'm going to come Debbie." 

There was no answer from her as I began to empty my load deep inside of her. She began to scream, the feel of my orgasm setting off her own. 

We lay there afterwards, catching our breath, as she snuggled in my arms. I was almost a sleep again when I heard her voice. 

"Don't worry Dan. I'm on the pill." 

"What?"

"You came inside of me, and I just wanted to let you know that there is no chance of me getting pregnant."

"Oh, okay." 

"I've been on it since I was sixteen. I've always had problems with my period. So, my doctor decided the best thing to do was regulated it with the pill." 

"Honestly, Debbie, I hadn't even thought of it. But now I'm glad you told me." 

She shrugged but said nothing more. I kissed the back of her head and was soon asleep. 

A week later, I had to go to New Orleans for my job. Debbie asked if she could go with me. She had a week off of college, and didn't want to stay at home alone while Mom was still attending her training courses. I said it was just fine, of course, I was quite happy that Deb would be going with me. 

During the day, Deb would view the sites of New Orleans while I was at work. One night upon returning back to the hotel, Deb jumped me. She kissed me passionately on the lips as we fell onto the big bed. 

"Wow! What's got into you?"

"I saw something today."

"Oh yeah, what was it?"

"I was in the park, and I had gone off to a pretty secluded place, and I walked right into two people fucking. I don't think they ever saw me, or maybe they did, I don't know. But I couldn't stop watching them, and guess what?"

I shook my head, she was talking a mile a minute and I was having a hard time registering all the words amid her excitement.

"What?" "He was getting her up the ass!" 

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, and oh Dan, it looked sooo good! The lady looked like she was enjoying it so much! She was screaming, and commanding him to fuck her harder, and I want to do it."

"Do what?"

She rolled her eyes and gave my chest a playful slap.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

"But Deb, there's more involved than just it feeling good." 

"I don't care I want it!" 

She slipped off of me, and knelt on the floor. Quickly, she had my cock out of my pants and was lazily moving her tongue up and down the shaft. I sat up, and gave a little moan as she took me between her lips. She lifted her head and smiled.

"Please, Dan. Please fuck me in the ass."

"Deb, you have to...."

She swallowed my cock down, causing me to moan loudly and forget what I was saying. 

"I want it Dan. I want it so bad, just like you'd probably like for me to finish this blow job or fuck you right now. You wouldn't want me to stop would you?"

"No."

"No, you wouldn't. You want to come now don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then come in my ass Dan, please!" 

I grabbed her under her armpits and threw her on the bed. She squealed with delight as I turned her over on her hands and knees. I pulled up the skirt she had on and gave her ass a playful slap before ramming my cock in her pussy. 

"You're very wet, little girl."

"That scene in the park today had me going."

She moaned loudly.

"Oh yeah? You liked watching them fuck?"

"Hmmm-mmmm." 

"And now you want me to do you like that man was doing to that woman in the park?"

"Yes, yes, please!"

"You want it in your ass, baby?"

"You know I do!"

"Say it one more time for me."

"I want you to fuck me in the ass!" 

I wrapped my finger around to her mouth and pressed down on her lips. 

"Suck it. Get that finger nice and wet for me." 

She took it into her mouth and sucked on it just like she would my cock. I moved it and placed it on her ass. She moaned as I rubbed the tight hole and began to push my finger inside.

"Oooo..yes, that feels good!" 

I began to move my finger in and out, in the same rhythm that I plunged my cock into her. 

"Oh fuck! Your cock! Dan please put your cock in it!" 

I moved my finger and pulled my cock out. I looked down and decided that she had gotten my cock wet enough. I rubbed the head against her rosebud and slowly began to insert it. She gasped and wiggled under me. 

"Shhh...now! It's going to be a little painful at first."

She just nodded her head and whimpered. I kept pushing, giving her a little at a time, until my cock would no longer move inside her virgin hole.

"I'm going to keep it right there. When you're ready you start moving, okay?"

She only nodded again. 

We stayed in that position for a few minutes and then she began to rock back and forth, whimpering as she did so. She took deep breaths, and I moved my hand around to play with her clit as she moved my cock further into her ass. 

Soon enough, she had the entire length inside of her. She stopped moving and I began, at a slow pace. I moved my hand and placed hers on her pussy, and after awhile, she began to buck hard against me. Her hand moved quickly on her clit as her moans began to get louder.

"Oh my fucking God! Yes, fuck me! Mmmm...that's so good! Harder! Fuck me harder!"

I grabbed hold of her hips and slammed my cock harder into her. She screamed and laughed, her body convulsed and bucked against me. 

"I'm going to come!"

Her ass tightened even more around me and her screams ripped through the air in the room. I couldn't hold back either, and began to release into her. She laughed again, as she felt me filling her up. 

She collapsed on the bed after we were both spent, and I laid beside her. It was several minutes before she spoke. She turned around, her eyes wide, and she giggled.

"Oh wow. That was amazing! That was like the best orgasm ever!" 

I laughed at her excitement. 

"I'm glad you liked it Honey." 

"I did! Now, I'm going to go clean up. I'm hungry." 

I watched her as she walked into the bathroom, and smiled as the swing in her hips was more prominent than it ever had been. 

We left a couple of days later, and upon returning home, I saw mom for the first time. She was happy to see me, and we got all caught up on what we had been doing, though, I excluded the part about me and Debbie becoming lovers. 

Debbie seemed depressed when we got back, and we talked about what was wrong. She was afraid that now mom was home we would have to stop our affair. I laughed and shook my head.

"No, we just have to be more careful."

"Yeah, but if Aunt Diane catches us, she might just send me packing."

"That's why we don't get caught." 

I tweaked her chin and the conversation ended. 

We were careful, waiting till late night to have sex, and we thought we were home free, but we would be in for a surprise. 

Debbie and I had just finished, when the door to my room opened, and there stood mom. She didn't have a stitch of clothing on, and she sauntered into the room with a wicked smile on her face. Debbie was so scared that at first she didn't notice that mom was naked.

"Aunt Diane! I can explain!"

"Shut up!"

"But please!"

"I said to shut up."

Debbie started crying and I elbowed her. She looked at me, and then to mom and her eyes widened as she noticed now that mom had no clothes on. 

"I've been watching you two for the past week now. I thought it was my turn to get in on the action." 

I tried to say something, but all thoughts were cut off when mom spread Debbie's legs and immediately started lapping at the mingled juices leaking from her pussy. She pulled up and looked at me. 

"Mmmm...so sweet! Dan why don't you get behind me and stick that cock in my pussy." 

I was shocked, but I couldn't help but oblige. 

Mom was so tight, and her orgasming just seconds after I thrust my cock into her didn't help with it. I fucked her hard, making her come several times before I emptied my seed into her. She had made Debbie come several times as well, the last so hard that Debbie passed out. 

Mom and I broke from each other, and quietly left the room to let Debbie sleep. 

At the dining room table, mom and I talked. She told me that since Dad had died she'd really not been with anybody. She told me that she'd been with a few girls, but never any men. When she saw me and Debbie a week ago, she knew that she had to fuck me. 

Mom, Debbie, and I kept our relationship when I was home, and from the letters and phone calls I got, Debbie and Mom kept each other busy while I was away. 




Coming Home



The ride home was hell that day – just like the day itself had been. Summers were always hot and humid and this one had been no exception. In fact, it had barely begun. The setting sun had been in my eyes most of my drive, and I was getting the edgy feeling of a headache coming on. When I got home, I was "in a mood," as you used to say – the kind where I wanted nothing but silence, to get rid of my bra and shoes, and have a cold beer, in that order. After I pulled in the driveway and got out of the car, I got the mail, and went in the house. I thought I was the first one home – I guess I didn't see your truck pulled around the back of the house.

I kicked off my shoes just inside the front door, and threw my briefcase on the chair. A couple of buttons on the blouse undone, and I could take off my bra, which I did, sailing it toward the chair that held my briefcase. Missed. . . oh, well. It was so damn hot. The vent in the floor partway down the hall was pumping some blissfully cold air, so I straddled it, sending an icy blast up my skirt. I hardly ever wore pantyhose, choosing stockings instead – less confining and much cooler. I pulled my still partially buttoned blouse out of my waistband, and held it out by the hem to see if I could get some of the cool air up there too. That's how you found me when you came around the corner with the bottles of beer in your hands. I guess you had heard me drive up.

You offered me a beer, and when I took it from your hand, you pinched my nipple through the thin silk of my blouse, the cold from your fingers and eroticism of the moment making it stiffen suddenly. You lightly rubbed the cold bottle you were holding across my other nipple, and your face broke into the wondering grin I had seen so many times before when my nipple instantly responded. I couldn't help but grin with you – and you raised your beer in the gesture of a wordless toast. I didn't know what we were toasting, but the beer was cold, and I never could resist your smile.

I backed slowly away from you in the semi-darkness and turned to look out the window at the setting sun, surrounded by ominous clouds that promised a storm soon. Despite the air conditioner blasting behind us, I threw the window fully open, and warm, fresh air flowed in. You followed just as slowly, till we were both standing before the open window, gazing in companionable silence at the canvas of reds, yellows, oranges, and shades of gathering gray touching the horizon with the lateness of the day. Just as the curtain began to wave lazily in at us, you moved in closer to me, lifting my hair away from my neck and starting a slow descent from my jaw downward with your lips and tongue. I could feel how hard your cock was as you pulled my hip back into you, rubbing your cock against one cheek of my ass. I backed into you, lifting my hips slightly, and reached around to pull you closer. We stayed like that for a few moments, until you started tracing lazy circles on my belly with your hand, each one getting wider than the one before.

I set my beer down in the windowsill, and reached for yours too, which was empty by now. When I bent slightly to set the empty bottle down, you took advantage of the moment, sliding your still cool hand up under my skirt, and putting your other hand on the back of my neck to push me further down and raise my ass up higher. Slowly – so slowly – I felt your fingers move up my leg, and start a teasing rub on my clit through my panties. My pussy was already wet with anticipation and I'm sure you felt the heat and the wetness even before you reached inside them to rub slow, erotic circles around my clit. You humped slightly against my ass with your hard cock, and I knew if I turned now to take it out and taste, I'd find the head of your cock wet with pre-cum.

Your explorations grew more insistent – you were fingering me harder now, sliding your fingers into my juicy pussy, and rubbing my clit with your thumb. Then you started pulling my skirt up in the back, and tugging on my panties, which I was only too glad to lose. Your need had become mine, too, and I actually shivered despite the heat when I heard you open the zipper on your shorts.

Still clad in my stockings and open blouse, with my skirt over my bare ass, and panties pooled on the floor around my feet, you took me there in the open window – shoving your cock into my waiting and ready cunt with enough force to make me stand on tiptoe. My clit and my pussy were swollen and slick with my juices, and I knew you needed to feel my shuddering spasms on your cock as you made me cum. You pounded harder and harder into my pussy, your fingers on my hips gripping tightly enough to leave marks (as we later would see), and I met every stroke – pushing back off the windowsill to take your cock as deep as I could as I felt the waves of ecstasy start to build – urged on by the throaty and wordless grunts and groans we made as each of us took from and gave to the other. 

Then I was exploding in a rush of electric sensations, wave after incredible wave radiating from my pussy and resonating deep into my belly. My cunt sucked greedily at your cock, and I gasped out loud as I felt you spurt hot, wet jets of cum deep inside me. Your cries were like those of an animal, and gave me another orgasmic spasm as I took all you had to give. After one last massive shudder, you helped me straighten up, your cock still buried in me, and the mix of our juices ran down my thighs. Both of us breathing heavily, you kissed the back of my sweaty neck, pinched my still hard nipples, and asked me, "All better now?"

Oh yes, darlin'. . . . all better now. . .



Coming Home



This is #3 in my Jessica series.

"Stand right there, Jessica" I ordered.

She stopped and looked at me with a slightly puzzled look on her face.

"Feet together, hands at your sides." 

She moved her feet together and placed her hands on the sides of her thighs. 

"Good girl." I said as I sat down about ten feet in front of her.

We had just walked in the door of her apartment returning from a dinner meeting with one of our clients. I had a hard time concentrating on business, she looked stunning at dinner in the light of the restaurant. Her dark brown hair seemed to glow in the soft light and the subtle features of her face were very striking. When we got up to leave, after the handshakes, I whispered in her ear that I was coming home with her. She looked at me, slightly shocked, as we had never been to her place since our first time a few months ago. She gave an approving smile, not that it mattered, she and I both knew that I could have whatever I wanted. We both stared blankly out of the windows of the cab on the way to her place, not acknowledging each other, growing our anticipation. Nor did we speak as we entered her building or rode in the elevator up to her apartment on the eighteenth floor. When she opened the door to her place I knew she was tense and on edge and I enjoyed it.

"Take your hat and gloves off."

She did as she was told, placing her hat and gloves in the pocket of her jacket

"Now your jacket."

She removed her knee length black, wool jacket, right arm first then her left. She paused, holding it in her left hand asking me with her eyes what she should do with it.

"Drop it on the floor," I said. "Very good of you to wait to be told what to do with it Jessica."

I sat there, still in my jacket, looking at her. She was dressed conservatively, yet she looked quite pure and beautiful. She had on black pants with a white oxford shirt and a black sleeveless v-neck sweater over that. She never was one to wear much jewelry and tonight she only had on a simple silver bracelet around her left wrist. Her black, heeled boots added a few inches to her height which seemed only to accentuate her already slender body.

"Take your boots off."

She bent over, lifting the leg of her pants unzipping the sides of both boots. She managed to slip them off, still bent over, stepping out of the left one first then the right. She placed them together on the floor a few inches from her right side and stood back up. I noticed her dark argyle socks and smiled.

"The socks too."

She reached down again under the legs of her pants, rolling the socks down either of her calves and into two little balls. She placed them next to her boots and reassumed her position, barefoot.

"The floor is so cold." She protested.

"Did I say you could speak?"

"Sorry." She said meekly.

"Now your pants."

She paused for a moment. Not so much to protest what I had asked for but in shock over my frank commands. She reached to her waist and undid her belt, letting it hang open. Then, she unbuttoned the top button and unzipped her fly. She barely had to wiggle her hips and thighs before her pants fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and moved them to the side with her bare right foot. She put her feet back together, her ankles almost touching, and awaited her next order.

"Umm, Panties..."

She reached to the sides of her hips, putting her fingers under the slim waist band of her black panties and rolled them down her thighs, over her knees and wiggled them down her calves.

"Kick them over to me." I said.

She lifted her left foot out of them and flicked them in my direction with her right foot. They landed on the floor about a foot in front of me. She let out a little giggle and smiled again.

"You missed." I smiled back. 

I noticed a faint tan line around tops of her thighs, just to the sides of her smooth hairless pubic area. 

"Where did you get those tan lines?" I asked

"Remember, I was in California a few weeks ago?" She replied. "I spent 2 days at the beach."

"You know how much tan lines turn me on, right?" I said.

"Yes I do. I thought I would surprise you." She said as she smiled slyly.

"How nice of you." I said while laughing. "Take your sweater off and unbutton your shirt."

She lifted the sweater up over her head. I heard the faint sound of the static electricity popping as the wool went over her hair. Her shirt lifted up as well revealing another faint tan line along her tummy at her waist. The sight of it gave me a shiver. I could feel my pre-cum begin to leak out of my semi erect cock leaving little wet patches in my boxer briefs. I watched as she started to unbutton her shirt, starting at the bottom and working her way up, finishing with her cuffs. She had on a tight off white camisole under it, which I hadn't expected. It hugged her small breasts and chest perfectly.

"Let your shirt fall to the floor."

She slipped her right arm out of her shirt then her left letting the shirt fall to the floor just behind her feet. 

"I want you to take that camisole off, but you can't lift it over your head."

She looked puzzled for a second and then figured it out. She slipped the left spaghetti strap off of her shoulder, lifting her arm up to let it fall to her side. She repeated the same on her right side. With both hands she began to push it down over her flat tummy and slender hips. Once past her hips it fell effortlessly to the floor where she kicked it behind her with her foot. She stood there looking at me, arms back at her sides, her palms pressed to her naked thighs. She only had on her off white bra. She shivered and I saw goose-bumps on her arms.

"Cold?"

"Very cold..." She replied.

I stood up. Taking my jacket off and leaving it on the chair. I walked towards her. She looked directly at my eyes expecting me to take her in my arms. I just walked by her, down a small hallway into her kitchen.

"Don't move Jessica." I shouted back to her. I watch her straighten her body and adjust her position to please me.

I looked around her kitchen. I had never seen her apartment but everything was nice and orderly. It was typically sized for Manhattan standards but very well taken care of. I walked to the sink, looking out the window above it at the snow falling on the streets eighteen stories below. I knew what I had come in here for, it was just a matter of finding it. I opened three or four drawers and found it. I had told her to buy some cotton clothesline and leave it in her kitchen about a month before. At the time I asked she looked puzzled as to why but neither of us had said anything else about it. Now I was standing in her kitchen unwrapping the plastic off of it. I closed the drawer, turned around and saw her still standing there. I let my eyes gaze over her long slender legs which ended at her tight round butt. I followed the line of her spine up her back until it disappeared under her straight brown hair. She really had a beautiful body, she was naturally athletic and it showed in her muscle tone and posture. I walked towards her letting the rope in my hand fall to the floor and uncoil behind me as I moved in her direction. A few feet from her I noticed she still had goose-bumps on her arms and she was shivering slightly. I knew this would only make her more sensitive to my touch.

I walked up behind her and undid the strap of her bra, letting it fall open to her sides under her arms. She didn't move. I lifted my hand over her shoulder and slung the rope around the front of her neck and over her opposite shoulder. I pulled down on the loose end letting the cotton clothesline rub against her neck, pulling it down a few feet so it stayed draped over her shoulders. She still didn't move.

In one motion I placed my arms in front of her body, sliding my hands under her bra to cup her small breasts. I felt her very erect nipples press into my palms as I pulled her back towards me, her shoulders against my chest. I could see her face and she was looking directly ahead. I let my right hand wander down her flat stomach, over her hairless pubic area and between her thighs, my finger finding her erect clit. I spread the folds of her lips to the sides in order to put my finger directly on it. With only slight pressure from my finger I felt her body go limp as she let out a sigh letting her head fall back on my shoulder closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. She was soaking wet. Obviously the past 15 minutes had aroused her incredibly. I moved my finger on her clit, medium pressure now and in a slow up and down motion. I felt her grow limp, her knees knocking together as she was having trouble supporting herself. If I let go of her left breast and uncupped my hand from between her legs she would have easily fallen to the floor. She moaned softly as I fingered her in a slow and steady up down motion. I took her left ear lobe between my teeth, softly biting it and flicking it with my tongue. At the same time pinched her left nipple hard coaxing, what sounded like a pleasure filled groan from between her lips. I felt her press her naked butt against my erection. I pressed back letting her feel just how much she was turning me on. I began kissing her neck just under her ear lobe, squeezing her left breast in my hand. She bent her head to the right to give me better access to her neck. I filled my nose with the scent of her hair and began planting soft wet kisses down her neck. At the same time finger moved in slow circles on her clit. Her mouth was now open and she was licking her lips, soft gasps and moans escaping her. I could feel her body shudder each time I hit her clit the right way. She was breathing heavily and completely sunken back against me for support. 

I stopped and stood her up. I felt her body take a moment to adjust to supporting her own weight. I slipped her bra off of her shoulders and down her arms and letting it fall to the floor. I walked around in front of her noticing the additional tan line around her breasts. I bent down and took her right nipple in my lips sucking and biting it at the same time. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes, but remained in her position.

"You look stunning Jess." I said. "Simply stunning!"

She smiled proudly at me. I noticed her cheeks and chest were now red, her goose-bumps gone.

"Warmer now?"

She nodded with a lustful look on her face.

I walked behind her again letting my finger tip graze over her collar bone and shoulder then down back to her shoulder blade picking up the loose end of the rope and lifting it over her head. I slipped it under her left arm, just above her elbow, letting it run across her back following the slight impression her bra left on her skin and pulled about fifteen feet of rope under her right arm. 

"Put your hands together behind your back, palms facing me, tops of your hands on your butt." 

She complied. I pulled the rope around her elbows tight, pulling them about four inches apart. I lopped the rope around her elbows five times. I then took the other end of the rope and wrapped it around the rope between her elbows to tighten it. She didn't move or resist but I could feel her body growing tense and nervous.

"Are you ok Jess?" I asked out of curiosity as this was the first time I had ever tied her up.

She nodded.

"If things go too far or it hurts too much just say 'Strawberry' and it will all stop. That is our safety word. Understand?"

She nodded again. I was telling her this more to comfort her as I knew she trusted me and I wouldn't hurt her or endanger her. I continued wrapping the rope around between her elbows. I wrapped it around one last time with the loose end point down towards her wrists. I removed the silver bracelet she had on and slipped it in my pocket. I wrapped the rope around her wrists five times and repeated wrapping between her wrists, the same as her elbows, in order to tighten it again. I finished, letting the ten feet or so of rope hang down which I pushed between her thighs. I walked in front of her again and pulled all the slack rope between her just above her knees. I took both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and pinching them hard. She gasped unconsciously moving her chest to try to pull her nipples from my fingers. I let go and grabbed her chin and stopped her.

"Don't move unless you are told." I said in a harsh tone.

She looked at me nervous. I could see slight fear in her eyes and that only turned me on more. I pulled her mouth to mine and kissed it deeply. My hand leaving her chin and slipping between her thighs again to finger her clit. If anything she was wetter now. I could feel it on the insides of her thighs. I grabbed the rope between her legs and pulled it upwards pressing it against her clit. She let out another soft moan as she felt the new sensation of the cotton rope pressing her sensitive flesh. I turned her body slightly so her back was facing the couch, which was only a few feet behind her now. I pushed her harshly in the chest backwards. She gasped in fear as she fell back onto the couch. Her eyes wide open. As soon as she fell back on the couch she tried to move to sit up.

"Don't move." I ordered.

She stopped, looking at me wide eyed not sure what was going to happen next.

"Open you legs."

She obeyed exposing her glistening pussy to me, her lips fully swollen and open. She was looking directly into my eyes as I walked behind her and the couch with the loose end of rope in my hand. Once behind her I pulled it roughly which not only pulled her arms under her but put direct pressure on her puckered asshole and clit. I pulled more, tugging it off and on roughly, noticing her closing her eyes and wincing a bit each time I yanked at the rope. It obviously hurt her but she didn't protest or try to stop it. I wrapped the rope around my hand a few times leaning over her. I began to pull up, lifting her hips a few inches off of the couch. The weight of her lower body was making the rope dig into her ass and slit. She closed her eyes tightly and I saw obvious pain on her face. I yanked at the rope over and over, each time her weight came down on the thin cotton rope she gasped.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm..." She replied faintly.

"Want me to stop?"

"It is up to you." She said. Her face contorted in growing pain.

"Good girl Jessica." I said letting go of the rope. 

Her hips fell back into the couch. I let go of the rope, letting it fall onto her stomach. She opened her eyes and followed me as I walked back around the couch.

"Open your legs wide for me."

She spread her legs so her knees were at least four feet apart. Her feet on the floor. She looked up at me for approval, which I didn't give her. Instead I knelt between her legs, pushing the rope to one side and quickly slipping my index finger into her. It went in with no resistance at all. She was soaking wet and fully aroused. She looked up at me as I wiggled my finger tip inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened as soon as I began fucking her with my finger. I was fucking her fast, slipping my finger out so just the tip was pressed to her pussy and pushing it back in all the way to my knuckle, wiggling it all the time it was inside of her. She angled her pelvis up to allow me a better angle to fuck her. She was gasping in pleasure with each thrust. Her head rolling side to side. Her breath coming in pants now. I watched the emotions on her face and adjusted my rhythm accordingly. I felt her pelvis tensing and saw her thighs begin to shake. Her moans becoming more desperate.

"Are you going to cum? I asked.

"Uh-huhhhh..." She replied desperately.

I stopped and pulled my finger out of her. She looked at me, her eyes almost begging me to let her cum. I let her see me put my finger in my mouth and lick it clean of her moisture. I then placed my hands on the tops of her thighs.

"Pllleeeaasssee....don't stop." She begged.

I watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed in pants. I could see her lips still quivering as were her pelvic muscles. She was right on the edge and it wouldn't take much for me to make her cum. I ran my hands over the sides of her thighs and lifted her legs up, quickly bending her in half so her knees were next to her ears. I held her like that, my hands on the back of her knees and lowered my face down to her pussy. I hovered only and an inch over her clit letting her feel my warm breath against her and smelling her musky smell. I slowly pushed my tongue out of my mouth, letting her see me do it. The tip of my tongue just grazed her outer lips as she let out a loud moan and pressed her pelvis up towards me. I immediately pressed my face down on her pussy. The tip of my tongue spreader her lips and flicking at her clit as I sucked at the same time.

"Oh my Gooooddddd...Oh mmmmyy God." she shouted. "Please don't stop. Pllleeaaaseee..."

I pressed my face harder against her, feeling her pelvic bone against my nose. I was making wet sucking noises as I pressed her clit into her body and swirled my tongue around it. Her moans were shaking now as she wiggled her upturned hips into my face. 

"I'm cumming. I'm cummmiiiinngg. Ohhhhhhhh." She gasped as her body began to violently shake. 

"I'm cumming, oh yyyyyyesss, ohhhhh god I'm CUMMINGGGGGGG." She shouted as I felt her body quiver violently under me. 

I lifted my head from her pussy and straightened my back, my hands falling to her stomach. She let he legs fall to the floor on either side of me as she laid there looking at me panting, completely exhausted from her orgasm.

"Fuck me, please, fuck me." She demanded.

I slapped her.

"Don't ever tell me what to do." 

She looked at me shocked but realizing her mistake. 

"I'm sorry." she meekly said

I stood up and began to undress. First my shoes and socks, then my shirt and finally my pants and boxer briefs. I stood in front of her naked and fully erect. I saw her eyes focus on the glistening tip of my cock.

"Do you want to taste?" I asked

She nodded.

"Sit up"

She struggled to sit up as she couldn't use her arms. I watched the muscles in her stomach and legs tense under her smooth skin as she managed to sit herself up. I stepped towards her putting the glistening head of my cock in front of her lips. She slipped her tongue out and licked the bubble of pre-cum, that was about to drip onto the floor, off. I felt a wave of pleasure run though me but I didn't let her see it. She opened her mouth and began to take the head of my cock in her mouth. I pulled away.

"Did I say you could suck my cock?"

"No."

"Do you want to suck my cock?" I said.

"Yes, please." She said looking up at me.

I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock into her mouth suddenly. It was so sudden she didn't know what happened. I heard her gag and choke as the tip of my cock hit the back of her throat. I began to fuck her face harshly. She was gagging, making wet slurpy noises but in no position to resist. I thrust my hips into her. My pubic hair burying her nose with each thrust into her mouth. She choked loudly and I pulled myself out of her mouth, allowing her to compose herself.

"Do you still want to suck my cock?"

It took her a few seconds to stop coughing but she looked up at me and said "Please."

I pushed my cock back into her mouth. Both hands on the back of her head holding her head steady. I didn't push it so roughly into her this time instead allowing her to wrap her lips around my shaft and begin to suck. I let my fingers run through her hair as she expertly sucked me. Her cheeks caving in with each suck. I didn't move at all, instead allowing her to move up and down my shaft. I allowed a few soft moans to escape my mouth letting her know just how good she was making me feel. I knew if I let her continue much longer I was going to cum in her mouth. I pulled away from her. She sat on the edge of the couch looking at me licking her lips.




Coming Home



I walked into the her kitchen and grabbed one of the wooden chairs around the small table she had in there. I walked into her living room, holding the chair and placed it where she was standing earlier. I sat down in it, slumping slightly in order to open my lap up. I began to stroke my cock for her, her saliva allowed my hand to slip over it easily. Her eyes were moving from my eyes to my hand and back. 

"You want this inside of you, don't you?" I teased.

She nodded, a wanton smile on her face. I continued to stroke, holding the base of my cock and letting my hand slip up and down my full shaft.

"Stand up."

She struggled to her feet. Placing her ankles together like she was before.

"Very good Jessica. You remember your position."

She smiled, looking pleased with herself.

"I'm going to let you fuck me now Jess. You will have two minutes to make me cum."

Her eyes opened wide and she giggled.

"I don't think I will need two minutes." She jokingly said.

"Oh, We will see. Come here."

She moved to me and straddled my legs. I was still stroking myself slowly but as soon as she managed to position her pussy over my head I stopped and held the base of my cock in order for her to impale herself on me. She began to lower herself. Her swollen lips not resisting at all as she slid down my entire shaft, her butt coming to rest on the tops of my thighs. 

"Don't move." I ordered.

She obeyed looking at me. I noticed her trying to figure out how to steady herself without the use of her arms. She was swaying side to side learning and adjusting her balance.

"The clock starts now." I said.

She began to move her hips in slow circles. The circles began to increase in speed after a few seconds as she grew accustomed to me inside of her. I placed my hands behind the back of the chair, holding onto the legs to steady myself as she began to ride me. Her legs lifting her slender body up and down on me, while she expertly squeezed me with her pelvic muscles. I could see she was enjoying the power over me I had just given her. I looked at the clock on the wall behind her.

"You only have 90 more seconds."

She smiled and increased her pace. I was trying my hardest not to show her how much pleasure I was in. It as difficult not to just grab her hips and begin thrusting into her as she rode me. It was become more and more difficult not to let her know how close I was getting with her riding me.

"60 seconds left..." I gasped allowing her a hint as to how well she was doing.

She was looking directly at my face. Her eyes searching for any hint of how close I was. I returned her gaze, smiling everytime she bucked against me. She was trying to get me to break but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. It felt so good and I was getting close to cumming. She knew just what to do to maximize each buck on me.

"45 seconds..." 

She increased her pace. Panting now, but still watching my face. I could feel myself begin to tense and I knew she had to feel me swell inside of her. She didn't let up of her pace at all. I was grabbing the legs of the chair tightly now to not only hold myself there but to steady us.

"30 seconds..." 

She began to buck on me frantically, her body wobbling back and forth. She was having a hard time balancing herself without the use of her arms. The muscles of her thighs bulged as she was supporting her full weight with her legs. I saw sweat begin to bead on her chest. Her cheeks flush as she stared directly into my eyes.

"20 seconds..." 

With each of her bucks on me she managed to move the chair a few inches over the wooden floor.

"15 seconndddss....mmmm."

I felt myself reach the point of no return. I couldn't control myself anymore. I let out a gasp and pressed my pelvis into her and exploded. I threw my head back and moaned.

"Ohhhhhhh." I grunted spurting inside of her.

She ground herself to me, slowing her pace. She knew what she was doing and was almost milking me with her pussy. Each time she grasped me it sent a wave of pleasure through my body and a spurt of my cum into her. She continued this, getting slower and slower, until she finally stopped, satisfied that she had milked me of all my cum.

"Did I make it in time? She asked.

"With seconds to spare." 

She giggled and said "I told you I could do it in under two minutes."

"Next time I'll give you a minute then."

"I'll do my best to please you." She said.

I wrapped my arms around her back and stood up in a crouching positioned holding to. I moved back to the couch placing her on her back. I slipped myself out of her slowly. The head of my cock wetly popped out of her allowing a small drop of my white cum to drip out of her and down her ass crack. I got on my knees between her legs, again pushing her knees back to her shoulders spreading her open to me. I placed my face on her pussy and slipped my tongue into her, lapping and sucking what I could out of her. She was letting soft moans and I felt her pushing my cum into my mouth. When I was satisfied that I had gotten as much as I could I let go of her legs and moved my face to hers kissing her deeply letting my cum leave my tongue and go onto hers. She willingly took all of it and swallowed between our kisses.

I collapsed next to her on the couch. Looking at her sweaty body.

"Not cold anymore, right?"

"No, but these ropes hurt a little."

I looked at her and said "So, I'm not done with you yet." 



Coming Home



I unlock the door, and walk inside, placing the bag of groceries next to the door. I see you, laying on the couch in that modest nightie, a book in front of your eyes. You turn and greet me, your eyes like two lodestars, your bosom heaving. I close the door behind me, and, as you sit up, kiss you deeply on the lips. You giggle at my haste, as my lips push against yours, my tongue dancing against them. You drop the book, and squeeze my ass, as I kiss your cheek, and nuzzle against your face.

I kiss your chin, your nose, your lips, I let our tongues play together. I undo the top buttons on your nightie, and I hear you give a low, knowing laugh as your lovely breasts unfurl. I move my hands to your breasts, and stroke my tongue against yours, as I clasp your pink nubbed nipples. You moan slightly as my fingers pinch down, rolling the bulbs tightly between them. I grin and lick your tongue, and nuzzle against your nose, and pull hard on your nipples. You close yours eyes, and move to kiss my neck, lightly, muffling your mild moans against my neck.

I kiss your shoulder, and cup the base of your beautiful orbs, as I feel you move yours hands to my fly, and hear the telltale zip. I nibble just above your collarbone, as my khakis fall to my ankles. As my palms stroke and tickle the base of your breasts, I feel you pull my boxers down my thighs, until they fall to my ankles. Your hands move to cup my balls, gently. I lower my hips, and rest the head of my cock against your inner thigh, my fingers stroking your areoles, your fingers caressing and teasing the base of my cock.

Your head lifts off my neck, and you kiss me on the lips, as my cock traces a slow line up your thigh. You fingers grow more furious in their movement, and I move to grab your wrists. I pull your hands off of me, and move them to replacing mine on your nipples. You look into my eyes quizzically, as I slide your nightie up, and clasp my hands on your hips, holding them still as the tip of my head slides into the lovely groove between your thigh and pelvis.

Your eyes narrow, knowingly, as I drag my head into your dark fur. I begin to circle around your vulva, teasingly just outside your labia. Down and up, and down again, I circle your slit, holding it at the base of your slit. My eyes locked with yours, my hands braced against your hips, I stroke the head of my cock slowly up, sliding in between your labia, stroking against your fringes, stopping to circle your hole one, twice, thrice. I rest the tip of my cock against your hole, and I hear you moan into my mouth, as your hands grow more furious in their massage of your nipples.

"Please," you say, pressing your hips up against the pressure of my hands, vainly. I kiss your lips, then drag up cock up, stroking it along your slit, until it touches against your clit. Feeling the bulb inflate, I push my pelvis in, lying the bottom of my shaft along the length of your slit, massaging slightly, so that the underside of my head gently strokes your clit. Your moans turn into low cries, and your hands pinch down hard, your pelvis twitching and thrashing against my cock..

I release my hand from your right thigh, and wrap it around the base of my cock. I stroke upward, soaking my forefinger in your wetness. Dropping slowly to my knees, I slide my index finger into my mouth, tasting you, as my face moves down between your thighs. I slide my fingers out of my mouth, and hover it inches from your pelvis. Your hands are cupping your breasts, holding them steady, and I head you plead again for me to start in.

I stick out my tongue, and place it at the base of your slit. I press in, flattening my tongue against its bottom. I slowly drag my head up, the buds on my tongue stroking on your labia, and between them. My breath warmly suffuses your vulva, tickling your moist hair, as I lick across your hole. I pause, and circle it with my tongue, tasting your wetness, as my tongue continues up, seeking the hard nub of your pleasure. 

My tongue pushes up on the bottom of your clit, circling it gently. One of my hands moves to stroke the bottom of your slit, and I see you hug your breasts close, as you curl yourself towards me, grinding against my tongue, lightly. I lick your clit, then circle it with my tongue, wrapping it in the muscle's warm embrace. Two fingers drag up your slit. I kiss the tip of your clit, as my fingers duck slowly inside. I hear you gasp, as your back heaves, squirming against my fingers as they sink into you, down to the knuckle.

My lips wrap around your clit, gently, wetly embracing the bud. I curl my fingers up inside you, running them along your inner walls, stroking the pink, slick walls, pushing deep inside you, stroking the ridged bump of your spot. I suck inward, dragging your clit into my mouth, stroking it against the small serrations of my teeth. Your hands release your breasts, and press against the couch, pushing yourself upward into me. Your spheres bounce gently, and roll to the sides, nipples pert with arousal. I thrust my hands in and out of you, a gently suction sound following each thrust, with each popping penetration. My hand cups and curves cuddling close to your vulva, as my mouth devours your clit. I suck it inward, pulling it, and much of your labia, into my mouth, the fringed lips roughly stroked by the buds on my tongue, your clit sliding along the central groove.

I hear you gasp, and your hands slide to your ass, and push yourself forward, your callipygian cheeks pinched in the struggle to get my finger pads deeper. They twirl, and stroke against the back end of your tight cavern, rubbing the deepest part of your core. You release your ass, and grip my hair, your moans turning into gasping wails, and I take the cue, sucking furiously on your clit. I know you're starting to cum, and I slide a third finger into you, the triad dancing inside you, pushing outward even as your pussy starts to contract.

I feel your wetness dripping down my forearm, my three fingers thrashing inside you. I see your breasts bounce, as you start to shake, and I flick my tongue rapidly from side to side, my teeth holding your clit deep within my mouth, caressing the orgasmic bud, while the damp wetness of my throat envelops it.

Your legs fly around my head, and, with a cry, and an abrupt flow of wetness, you start to shake, peaking. You pin my hand to the base of my neck, your legs clamped like a vice around me, cumming against me, your labia inflated, from their peak inside my mouth, to the dripping nadir pressed against my wrist. Your cry slows to low, slow wails, your legs slowly losing their grip, sliding down my still-clothed back, as you slump down, spread eagled, a warm smile on your face.

I stand up, and start unbuttoning my shirt, my pants and boxers still at my ankles. I'm halfway down, when you learn forward, and gently kiss the head of my cock. I wryly grin, and you stare up into my eyes. You slide your mouth around my head, and slide the nightie off your shoulders. You pull it further, and, as you pass your hips, gently grind into the fabric, leaving a long wet spot. You kick off the gown, as I finish unbuttoning my shirt. I reach out my arms, and you undo my cufflinks, while I step out of my pants and underwear. You hold my sleeves, and I shimmy out of the shirt.

The garment floats to the ground, and you toss my cufflinks on top of it. You slide your mouth further down my shaft, and further, moving your hands to cup and stroke the base, lovingly. My fingers slide up your slides, along your flanks, upward, spiraling on your breasts, inward, towards the nipples. You plunge deeper onto me, and I feel the tip of my cock stroke the roof of your mouth. My fingers cross the threshold to your areoles, index and middle of each hand coming to rest under the bud, supporting the sensitive perturbation.

I begin to bend down. You try to curl with me, but can't keep up. I slowly slide out of your mouth. You whimper lightly, and nip after it, managing a last soft lick of my head, leaving a single strand of mixed saliva and precum between the two. I touch the tip of my head between your breasts, briefly transferring the strand, before it shatters. I circle each of your nipples once, then start to drag my cock down your chest. I cross your sternum, and then your belly, briefly coming to rest in the notch of your belly button. I kiss your lips, tasting just a hint of myself on your tongue. My cock slides further down, and, as it enters your bush, I rest my knees on your thighs, spreading them, locking them.

My cock strokes against your swollen clit, and you suck in breath, drawing my tongue further into your mouth. They play, stroking against each other, as my length slides to rest at your hole, your entrance, already sopping wet. I nuzzle my nose against yours, my lips caressing yours, my tongue stroking yours, my fingers squeezing down on your ripe nipples, red and hard as pomegranate seeds. Your hands move to my ass again, this time pulling in, trying to push me inside you. You whimper lightly, and, when you cannot pull me in, move a hand to your clit. You start to roll it between your hands, and whisper into my mouth "If you don't make me come, I can do it myself."

You pull outward and upward on your clit, tugging on it, rolling it between your fingers. I kiss your right eyelid, then your left, and you close them as I do. As both shut, I abruptly pinch down on both nipples, and slide my head inside you. You fling your eyes open, your hips quivering, staring as my shaft slowly starts disappearing into you. You gently bite my lip, and start tugging more energetically on your clit, your other hand reaching around to cup my balls. My hands gently slap your breasts, and massage just below the areole. "Deeper... please," you breathe, barely audible.

As if in spite, I slow down... I'm barely halfway inside you. You start madly pumping your clit, stroking its underside, pinching it, pulling it. I can feel your pulse throbbing in your left breast, and I grin. Your hips are madly bucking as best they can, still pinned by my knees. All that produces, however, is bouncing the rim of my head along the insides of your pussy. You give a quiet moan, and I feel you contracting your inner muscles, struggling to derive greater pleasure from the slowly-growing portion I give you. You bury your head in my shoulder, and bite down on my collarbone. I continue my glacial slide into you, until I feel two tears strike my shoulder.

As if in mercy, I thrust down deeply, planting my feet on the floor, and slamming you into the couch. Your hands flatten against your pelvis, pinned beneath my hips struggling to continue rolling your clit, as my hair roughly surrounds it, and grinds into yours. The head of my cock pressed hard against the back of your cavern, your inner walls stretch around my shaft, your twittering wetness pulled taut around me. I kiss your ear, and start thrusting into you, pounding roughly against the back of your stretched, sore depths, hearing you mean into the base of my neck as your clit bulges under your own touch, and your nipples under mine. 

You legs, liberated in initial thrust, wrap around my waist, pulling yourself onto me, harder and harder with each pulsing thrust. You gasp with every crashing blow, your breasts shake with every thrust, your right hand grips my balls, a low rumble from deep within you, punctuated by every gasp, all telling me how close you're getting. I feel your slickness dribbling down my leg, and, as I feel your hands grip your clit, I know it's time. I plunge deep inside you, and your head flies back, a shriek escaping your lips for a moment before you silence it.

I feel your pussy clench around me with your orgasm, and pleasure shoots though me like a knife. I push into you, as hard as I can, my cock, from base to tip within you. Your hand tickles and pulls my sack, and, through your moaning cries, "Cum with me," slide from your lips. I pull on your nipples, pinching hard, and, as your eyes close, release, squirting inside you, your moist wetness mingling with my own. I spray within you, and you smile with triumph, bucking into me as I do the same with you, you stroking my balls as I stroke your nipples.

Your breathing slows, as does mine, as we come back down. Your legs release me once more, and I stand up, my cock, still mostly hard, dripping with our mingled lubricants, each drop falling with a moist swish on your bush. You gaze up at me, a satisfied grin on your face. Your hand reaches out to stroke my cock, lightly, and you lean forward. Your mouth wraps around my head, and slowly sinks forward. Your tongue licks around my shaft, sipping up your own wetness, and some of my cum, and I see you left hand start to stroke your pussy. 

I cup your ears, and, bending forward, grab your purse from off the end table. Reaching in, I pull out the narrow, long vibrator. Your eyes narrow knowingly, and you take it from me. You slide your bottom over on the couch, so I can see you touching yourself—you know I love to watch, almost as much as I love your skilled tongue. I hear the telltale buzz, and watch your eyes glaze over as the tip of the metallic phallus slides between you beautiful, bloomed lips.

"Five bucks says you cum first, again," I tell you, a huge grin on my lips. You slide your mouth gently off my cock, slurping all the wetness off of it. You look up at me, and blow a kiss, and slide the silvery length inside you. Your eyes slitting, you swallow it wholly within you, and close your legs, grinning, locking it inside you. Teasing your clit with one hand, and moving the other to my cock, you grin and respond.

"How about five fucks? Winner picks where and how?" you snicker. I grin from ear to ear, and your mouth sinks down on me. As your lips kiss circle the base, and your tongue reaches out to stroke my balls, grin at the concept of a bet that, in the end, can't be lost, my most beautiful lover.



Coming Home



Lying on my bed, naked, with the softness of a fur blanket beneath me and the mirror in front of me, and I realized how beautiful I was. And how much I missed you. I wanted to see your face in that mirror, too. But it wasn't there. I was alone on that bed, alone in my heartache. Turning the lights off, I thought of all the times we've spent together and the way your flesh felt against mine. Oh, Master, how I miss you.

Sasha stood in front of the mirror, examining her figure. Mostly the curves of her rather small breasts, slamming her shoulders back, trying to force a sexier figure. Messing with her hair, she turned away, giving up. There go my dreams of being beautiful, she thought. 

Pulling on a drab t-shirt and loose jeans, she reached up to her bare neck. Tears came to her eyes at the thought of her Master, out there, somewhere without her. She quickly tied a scarf around her neck to make herself feel a little less naked.

Sasha was just sitting down to eat a little breakfast before going to her class when she heard the clock strike ten. She rushed out the door in such a frenzy she didn't even look to see who was on the other side.

"Oh, I'm so sorry-Jason?"  She looked up, recognizing those deep brown eyes. Could it be him? His lips curled just a little at the sight of her looking up at him in wonder. He placed his hand on her cheek. "Hello Sasha," he whispered into her lips. Sasha turned her head before he could kiss her and tried to push past him. 

"I really need to get to my class." She didn't need him distracting her right now, when she had finally managed to push him out of her mind entirely. Well, almost. 

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, not letting her get past him. He made a mistake, abandoning his little one. He wasn't going to let her walk out of his life. 

"Sasha, look at me." Sasha could feel herself blushing with the memories those words brought to mind, the gentle caresses....

"Little one," Jason cooed into her neck. "Look at me." His soft words melted away Sasha's resolve to forget him. She buried her face in his chest, and he pulled her closer.

"I've missed you little one."

"I've missed you too---Master" The word slipped from Sasha's mouth, flooding Jason with relief. He picked her up and carried her back into the house. She wanted to say something, but he had that look in his eye that meant business. That look that told her she belonged to him again. She wasn't so sure she liked that look.

"Jason," Sasha started, pulling herself free of his hold "You left me. You broke me. Now you just...just want to claim me again?" She thought of all the weeks she spent purging, cleaning, beautifying in hopes of gaining him back. When she realized it was all in vain, she let herself be abused by men who were rough, but could never dominate her the way Jason had.

"Do you trust me?" Jason's eyes looked over her body as she turned away from him. That beautiful body. That stride, that ass.  The way she held herself. When Jason saw her, she showed no signs of being a submissive. That's what made her so special to him. She was submissive to him, and only him, but she was nobody's doormat. That's what made her submission so perfect.

Hearing Jason ask that question nearly broke Sasha's heart. "I want to, but..." Jason walked up behind her and stroked her hair, long and soft. He noticed the scarf around her neck, replacing where his collar used to be on her pale, elegant neck.

"Will you let me change your mind, gain your trust, show you how much I love you?" Jason inhaled the deep scent of her hair, reminding him of the days when he would wash her hair with such care....

Sasha's hesitated before accepting Jason's proposal. The relationship they'd had was a wonderful one, until the end. She wanted that relationship again. But she didn't want the pain that had come with it. She had her doubts, but when he unwrapped the scarf from her neck, lightly and gently placing his fingers around her neck, Sasha felt certain that he would never hurt her again.

Jason pulled Sasha's shirt over her head, tossing it to the side and waiting for her reaction. "Turn." She did, looking into his eyes for only a split second before dropping them to the floor. He cupped his hands around her perfect breasts and slid off her bra straps with his thumbs. He could feel Sasha tense up, her shoulders dropping into her chest, protecting herself. She was embarassed about the size of her breasts, and he knew that. He turned her around, facing a mirror and unclasped her lacy black bra, letting it fall to the floor. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "Look in the mirror, Sasha. You're beautiful." Jason tilted her chin up so she had to look.

She saw herself and her Master's face in the same mirror and she felt all discomfort fade. She felt like she could glow like this, Jason's arms wrapped around her. She let her head fall back onto his chest. Seeing Sasha open up to him made Jason proud to know such a wonderful woman. He picked her up and carried her to the sofa, placing her head in his lap. She curled up by him and he ran his fingers through her hair. She shivered from the cold a bit, and Jason took off his shirt to cover her. She fell asleep like that, happy for the first time in a long time.



Coming Home



You had called me earlier that week and told me how busy it was going to be. I didn't talk to you much and knew you probably weren't getting that much sleep and you'd be happy to be back home for the weekend. I wanted to really go out of my way this weekend and surprise you. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted to do at first but I knew I wanted it to be something where you could just relax and unwind. I wanted to show you how much I loved you more than anything. 

I cleaned the house until it was spotless and made sure everything was done, I even hired someone to mow that huge lawn that I sure as hell wasn't going to mow but I didn't want you to have to worry about it. I started planning what I wanted to do the night you got home. I decided to go shopping because we all know how much I love that and I figured it was for a good cause. I wanted you to be happy. I went over to the mall and of course had a field day. I went and bought these high thread count sheets that just felt unbelievable against my skin with a brand new comforter and a few extra pillows because I know how you love your pillows. 

I bought several scented candles from vanilla to strawberry champagne. I even went and bought a few extra fluffy towels for the bathroom. I kept shopping just wanting to get whatever I thought you would like. I went and bought several different bubble baths and lotions which I knew you would love on me, I wanted to turn you on more than anything. I went in Victoria's Secret looking for something that you would love. I knew how much you loved seeing me wearing white so I decided that I would buy something like that. I went in and bought this very sheer, open baby doll that barely covered my breasts and didn't even attempt to hide my pussy. I knew you would love it. I also bought some white thigh highs that had lace around the top and then some very high white heels. 

I wanted to think of everything for when you came home. I went into one of our favorite sex stores and bought several things. I bought some very interesting playing cards, a few books, and some chocolate body paint. I was really looking forward to when you would be back. I had until tomorrow when you came home of course unless your flight would be delayed like it always was. I wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. I even cooked the meal I was going to cook for you tomorrow just to make sure I wouldn't screw it up and I actually knew what I was doing. 

That night, I woke up very hot and bothered from thinking about what was going to happen the next night. I just had to get up and do something about it. I knew where you kept all of the pictures that you liked on your computer that turned me on more than anything. I slowly slipped my panties off as I opened the pictures that you had. I absolutely loved the ones where he was fucking her by his desk. You knew I loved those. I spread my legs a little wider then trailed my fingers around my breasts, teasing myself until I started circling my nipples. I could feel them go rock hard as I finally started touching them and pinching them. I moaned softly as I looked at the pictures of her milking his hard cock. I let my hand go down barely touching my stomach as I let it touch my pussy. I could feel how hot I was and just wishing you could be here right now because I know how much you love to feel how hot and wet I am for you. I let my fingers gently trace the seem of my pussy just wanting to tease myself as I felt myself becoming even wetter. I let my finger drag back up and barely touch my clit...feeling how sensitive it already was to touch. I let my finger rub my clit a few more times feeling myself become more turned on....

I slipped one of my fingers inside my pussy. I moaned a little louder as I felt how wet I was already thinking about that being you pushing me up against the desk and fucking me. I started to pump my finger in and out faster and faster, my other finger on my clit just tapping it then starting to rub it. I could feel myself getting so close as I kept looking through your collection of pictures, some very naughty. I pushed another finger inside my pussy with the other one and felt myself going over the edge just thinking about that being you inside me instead of my fingers. I threw my head back as my body arched up, shaking as I came hard. I slowly came down from my high gently massaging my pussy just thinking about how badly I wanted you. 

I realized how late it was and closed out all of the pictures. I didn't feel like wearing panties to bed that night so I just left them off and crawled back in wishing you were there. I needed to feel your body against mine, feel your arms around me. I fell asleep a few minutes later looking forward to tomorrow wanting to see you. 

I woke up the next morning around 9, laying there with my arms above my head totally sprawled out on the bed. I knew you would have loved how I was laying if you had woken up with me especially with not wearing any panties last night. I slowly got up and decided to take a hot shower to wake up. I turned on the water as I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans just wanting to be comfortable while I was fixing up the house. I put those down on the countertop then stepped into the shower. The hot water feeling so good against my body, wishing you were there to join me. Just thinking about you, I can feel myself getting wet. 

I start washing my body with one of your favorite scents, running my hands over my breasts....teasing my nipples....my hands trailing lower as I start to tease my pussy, feeling the hot water against my back. My fingers caress the seem of my pussy, thinking about how you would caress me if you were here. I keep teasing my pussy and my clit until I can feel myself getting close. I slide my fingers down my seem and put a finger in my pussy, feeling how wet I am, wishing you were here to find out just how wet I am for you. My other hand keeps running over and massaging my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples. 

I put another finger in my pussy as I begin to really pump them in and out, feeling my juices run down my fingers. I back up against the shower wall needing something to hold me up as I take my hand that was on my breasts and start rubbing my clit. I moan loudly as I cum hard.....my fingers gently massaging my pussy, bringing me back down. 

I finished washing my body and rinsing off, turning the water off and grabbing my towel. Wrapping it around my body, I stepped out of the shower getting dressed. I knew you would be getting home probably around 9 so I knew I had more than enough time to get everything ready. I went around the house making sure everything was cleaned and straightened up. I didn't want anything to be out of place. I did all of your laundry then changed the sheets to the ones that I had bought the day before. They were so soft and I couldn't wait to get into them later. 

I go ahead and lay out what I'm going to wear tonight before you get home. The see through white baby doll that I bought with the thong and thigh highs. I set the heels on the floor in front of the bed. I get all of the stuff that I had bought the day before setting out the candles throughout our bathroom and our bedroom then putting some in the living room and in the kitchen just putting them everywhere. I set the different oils and lotions that I bought on the edge of the tub so you would be able to pick what you wanted to use for tonight.

I turned on some music as I continued to put the finishing touches on everything wanting it to be perfect when you got home. I realized that it was close to 8 and knew that I had to get finished with everything before you got home. I jumped in the shower wanting to take a quick shower making sure that I massaged the vanilla scented shampoo into my hair and washed my body making sure every part was shaved. I was even going to surprise you with completely shaving my pussy tonight. I got out of the shower drying off then putting on a touch of makeup then going out into the bedroom to get dressed.

I rubbed lotion all over my body wanting my skin to be extra soft for you....then putting on my thong then my thigh highs feeling how smooth my legs were. I then put on the baby doll admiring myself in the mirror knowing that this would turn you on more than anything. I then put the heels on hoping to god that I didn't trip. 

I decided to walk around in them for a few minutes just to get used to them. I almost fell a couple of times but soon got used to walking in them. I walked into the kitchen pulling the chocolate covered strawberries out of the refrigerator and a diet coke just for you. I hadn't bought any alcohol because you shouldn't drink and I don't drink so I figured it would be funny to have soda with chocolate covered strawberries. 

I placed them on the table in the living room making sure everything was perfect. I heard your car pull into the driveway a few minutes later, my hear beating harder and harder wondering what you would think of everything and hoping you were in the mood. I heard you walking up as I opened it before you could get your key in standing before you in barely anything.

I smiled at you as you took it all in taking your briefcase from you and putting it down behind the door then putting your suitcases over to the side as I let you walk in. I wrapped my arms around you kissing you deeply, you kiss me back as your hands hold my face then run down my back to my ass pushing me against you. I can already feel how turned on you are. I feel your tongue parting my lips as I let you kiss me deeper, my hands in your hair massaging your scalp wandering down to your nape. 

I break the kiss smiling up at you....I tell you I have a surprise for you and that you should go get cleaned up first. I can tell you don't want to let go but I pull myself away from you letting you get a good look again as I lead you to the bathroom trying not to trip or fall on my face which would probably be my luck. I can't help but laugh as I think that pulling you with me. 

I know this is giving you a great view of my ass which you are probably staring at. I turn around facing you as I open the bathroom door, you see all of the candles and lotions. The bath filled up with lots of bubbles just for you. I kiss you again telling you how much I love you and that you could probably use a good soak and some relaxation. 

I pull you into the room smiling as I begin to unbutton your shirt button by button very slowly wanting you to feel my fingers barely touching you. I pulled it out of your pants as I pushed it off of your shoulders leaning towards you and kissing your lips then your jaw....then down to your neck, nibbling a little then to your collarbone....down your chest wanting to tease you. I kneel in front of you as I kiss my way down to your pants. 

I look up at you with one of my evil smiles as I unbuckle your belt pulling it out of your pants. My fingers come back up to unbutton your jeans then unzip them. I pull them down realizing that you aren't wearing any boxers. I lick my lips because you know how much that turns me on. I pull your pants all the way down helping you out of them as I throw them to the side and your socks along with it. I look up at you just taking you all in. Feeling my own body becoming very turned on because you're here.

You're getting a great view of my breasts with me kneeling in front of you. I know how much you love my breasts so I made sure that this baby doll showed a lot of cleavage and barely covered my nipples not wanting to show everything....just yet. My hand comes up to your cock feeling how hard and swollen you are already and I haven't even started. I lick my lips as I start stroking your cock leaning forward and sucking your balls into my mouth. Gently sucking them as I stroke your cock wanting to give them a little attention too. I feel your hands in my hair as I move my mouth from your balls to your cock. I take my tongue and lick up and down your cock wanting to just tease you and get you on the edge....wanting you to cum hard. 

I open my mouth licking around your head first feeling how swollen it is and knowing its probably already very sensitive. My tongue swirls over your head paying special attention to it as I suck your head into my mouth. I don't go any further just gently sucking your head, my tongue going all around it and running over the top. My hand strokes your cock as I suck the head in my mouth knowing how you love to have me suck you.

I start sucking more and more of your cock into my mouth making sure that I squeeze my mouth just like I would do if you were in my pussy. I take you all the way in my mouth then slowly bring my mouth off of you. I look up at you as I blow lightly on your cock knowing you can feel the cool air just hitting your sensitive cock. I take your head back into my mouth sucking gently knowing that you are incredibly turned on and very close. My tongue swirls around your head then trailing over the top tasting your precum making me moan in pleasure, wanting to taste you so badly. 

I keep sucking the head of your cock just gently milking you as I vibrate my lips feeling the vibrations go through your cock. I hear your moans of pure pleasure looking up at you as your eyes are closed. I keep sucking you as I feel your balls tighten knowing you're going over the edge then tasting your cum as it shoots into my mouth. I stroke your cock as I suck your head gently milking you as you cum. I milk your cock with my mouth until you are completely done. I lick your cock off using my tongue cleaning you then licking my lips looking up at you.

You give me your hand as I take it and stand up wrapping my arms around you asking how you liked it. You kiss me hard then after a few minutes I break it telling you to go relax and take a nice, hot bath. I leave the room walking out into the bedroom lighting the rest of the candles and getting everything ready. 

I go back into the bathroom standing there watching you relax in the tub, your eyes closed knowing that you must be loving all of this. I walk over to you quietly as I sit on the edge of the tub grabbing one of the body washes and one of the soft sponges that I had bought. I pour some body wash into it and start rubbing your chest and shoulder smiling at you when you open your eyes continuing to wash you. I tell you to sit up then start to wash and massage your back and shoulders wanting you completely relaxed and satisfied by the night is over.  I finish washing you then kissing you again getting up and grabbing one of the extra fluffy towels that I had bought. I wrap it around you as you get out taking another one and drying the rest of your body off. I take my time rubbing over every part of your body including your cock which is hard again. I feel my pussy getting even wetter as I dry you off just admiring your body wondering how I was able to be lucky enough to get you. I throw the towels aside and lead you back into the bedroom opening the door. You see all of the candles and the new sheets....I lead you to the bed sitting you down. I kiss you deeply as I tell you to get on the bed and lay down. I walk over to one of our cabinets opening it as you lay on the bed. I grab a few things and bring them over leaning over the side of the bed. 

I take one of your hands and pull it up above your head taking a pair of handcuffs and connecting it to the bedpost. I walk over to the other side of the bed doing the same thing then kiss you once more as I slide the blindfold over your eyes. I walk to the bottom of the bed taking your feet using scarves to tie them to the bed leaving you spread for me. I stand there for a few minutes just watching you not wanting you to know where I am or what I'm going to do. I leave for a minute getting the plate of chocolate covered strawberries then walk back into the room very quietly.

I put the tray on your nightstand sitting on the side of the bed, my fingers caressing you starting with your face and going down just letting my fingers run down your body, wanting to tease you. I lean down kissing you then putting a strawberry to your lips letting you take a few bites. I bite a piece of the strawberry and keep it in between my lips as I kiss you wanting to share it then licking the melted chocolate off of your lips. I tell you how good you taste and I can't wait to taste more of you....

I get up and go back to the cabinet where we keep our sex oils knowing how much you love the vanilla oil you bought and I absolutely love how it tastes. I put some in my hands feeling it warm up immediately as I get back on the bed between your legs leaning over and starting at your shoulders. I rub the oil all down your shoulder to your chest then to your stomach. I keep massaging you as I lean over and blow on your skin.....blowing all around your nipples not quite blowing on them just yet. I barely touch you with my hands wanting you to feel the oil heating up, I lean down again blowing on your nipples then sucking them into my mouth....first the left one as I circle my finger around the other one wanting to tease you then switching to the other one. 

I move down your body blowing along your skin then coming back up and kissing you lightly just nibbling on your lips a little then kissing you all over your face....then whispering in your ear how much I love you as I nibble on it gently, wanting you to be extremely turned on by the time we had sex. 

I put some more sex oil in my hands, the vanilla just filling the room making it smell like sex which turns me on even more as I hear you moan every time I touch and caress you. I start rubbing further down your stomach then to your legs going down each of them not getting anywhere near where you want me to go. I massage your body with my hands rubbing the oil into the skin knowing the air from the fan is just making your body feel like its on fire. 

I put some more oil into my hands rubbing it onto your cock, just letting it drip all the way down as I rub it into your cock and onto your balls. I stroke you a few times knowing that the oil will be heating up on your already sensitive cock and very sensitive head.

I make sure to rub a little more onto your head wanting it extra swollen for my pussy. I lean over your cock as I very slowly and lightly blow on the head of your cock listening to your moans and watching your movements knowing that you need your cock in my hot and very wet pussy. I blow lightly over the rest of your cock as I use my tongue to lick your swollen head then down to your balls tasting the vanilla.  I lay my body on top of you letting my nipples run along your chest feeling the oil making my nipples warm and tingling. I had taken off my thong leaving my thigh highs and the baby doll on wanting you to feel it rub against you skin. I start to rub my pussy against your cock wanting you to feel how wet I am for you already. My juices just running all over your cock as I let it hit my clit. I kiss you deeply asking if you're enjoying this....then straddle you feeling the head of your cock against the entrance of my pussy. I rub my body against yours as I nibble and bite on your neck teasing you as I back my pussy up a little on your cock and then move away again. I let my pussy rub against your cock a few more times until I back my pussy back up onto your cock just letting your head barely penetrate the seem of my pussy. 

I can feel how swollen and ready for me you are. I tell you how much you turn me on and how you are such a wonderful lover. I sit up taking a little more of your cock in my pussy squeezing you, wanting to milk you....needing to feel you cum in my pussy. I take you all the way in my pussy feeling the sex oil just heating us both up. The tingling sensation feeling incredible. I start moving up and down on your cock squeezing you with my pussy. I lean forward some taking most of your cock out of my pussy just leaving your very swollen and sensitive head in my pussy, barely penetrating me. 




Coming Home



I start squeezing my pussy milking you. I tell you how much I want, how much I need you to cum inside me. How much I've missed you and thought about this all week as I take your cock almost out of my pussy just letting it rub in the seem of my pussy moving it up and rubbing it on my clit and then putting you back inside me, just the head so I can squeeze you gently. Knowing how much that turns you on and makes your head swell and throb. 

I can feel your head throbbing at the seem of my pussy as I take just the head in my hot and very wet pussy. The sensations are overwhelming....as I start moving up and down on your cock then teasing you by just squeezing the head in my pussy wanting you to cum inside me. You tell me you're going to cum inside my pussy as I keep gently milking your cock wanting you to cum inside me so badly. 

I feel your body start to shake a little as I feel you cumming inside my pussy. I take you all the way inside as I can feel you cumming harder wanting you deep inside my pussy. I gyrate my hips and squeeze my pussy wanting to milk you of every drop of your cum. I keep milking you as I reach up and take your blindfold off then kissing you wanting you to know how much of a turn on this was. We kiss deeply as I feel you cumming and cumming more deep inside my pussy. I moan loudly reaching down and rubbing my clit going over the edge as I feel your swollen head deep inside me filling me with your cum. I milk you gently knowing how sensitive you are and wanting to pleasure you as much as I possibly could. 

I cum hard as my whole body shakes and I call out your name feeling my pussy contract around your cock as I feel you throbbing inside me. My hands reach above your head as I unlock the cuffs leaving you inside me as I collapse on top of you totally satisfied and exhausted. I feel your hands go around me running over my body.   I lay there enjoying the feel of being on top of you with you still inside me then get up needing to untie your feet and clean up a little. I tell you to lay there and not to worry about anything, just to enjoy.....I take my baby doll off and roll down my thigh highs as you watch me. Then walking to the bottom of the bed and loosening the scarves that are tied to the bed and around your feet. I put the scarves and the other things back into our cabinet and blow out all of the candles not wanting to set the house on fire or anything. 

I hear you pull the covers up as I walk into the bathroom getting a washcloth. I come back out after washing myself off pulling the covers down as I run the warm washcloth over your body getting most of the oil off of your body then leaning down and cleaning off your cock with my mouth....licking up all of mine and your juices then using the washcloth to finish cleaning you off. 

I put the washcloth back in the bathroom turning the light off and walking back into the bedroom seeing that you've pulled the covers up holding them open for me. I crawl in next to you immediately cuddling into your side almost laying on top of you as my chest rubs against yours. You lift my chin kissing me deeply telling me how much you loved it and how you came so hard. I smile up at you and tell you I love you so much and welcome home baby..... 



Coming Home



It all started with the Coming Home of Mr. Ravi Bahadur, a 22 year old Engineer with his wife Sujatha, charming young bride of 20 years to the ancestral home of his parents Mr. & Mrs. Rai Bahadur.

Rai Bahadur a towering figure at 44 years was a Land Lord in a small town named Kaiga. His wife, Rohini, a real beauty was in her late thirties. They were a hard working couple, loved, feared and respected by one and all in the town. Being on the move every minute of the day, they had maintained an excellent physique and not even an iota of fat was in their bodies. They wore a look of a young couple.

By nature, Rai Bahadur was up early every day. After having a massage done by his servant, was out on his farm for a stroll. He used to cover up to 10 K.M everyday by foot before coming back to his huge mansion for breakfast. His wife Rohini, meanwhile would finish all her morning chores like giving instructions to a stream of workers, who worked at the farm and as well as the mansion, going to the nearby temple to offer her morning prayers and also look after the house hold work. Both Mr. and Mrs. Rai Bahadur were a couple on the move. They looked after their huge farm very meticulously. They had earned name, fame and were blessed with one and only son Ravi Bahadur.

Unlike his parents, Ravi had to spend most of time in the city. His schooling, his college studies were all done over there. It was while studying for Final Year Engineering; he met a beautiful lass by name of Sujatha, whom he married without the consent of his parents. On marrying her he was scared whether his parents would be against this marriage as Sujatha came from a very poor family. His joy knew no bounds when he was asked to bring home his bride. While Ravi was overjoyed, his wife Sujatha, shivered at the very thought of meeting hers. She had heard a lot about them from her husband and now meeting them in person was worrying her a lot. 

The day at last arrived and passed off peacefully when young Ravi Bahadur brought his dazzling young wife to meet his parents. He was happy to note that they were welcomed by his parents without much ado. 

Sujatha felt very uneasy living in that huge mansion. All the things present in the mansion were something which she had not seen and beyond her imagination. The luxury furnishings and settings were amazing. It took her a couple of days to be acquainted with the vastness of the mansion and another couple of days to study the daily chores of hers. Whenever she came across her father-in-law she would buckle under her knees with fear. Mr. Rai Bahadur had such authority over everyone in his mansion. This fear of him was the cause of things to happen.

Ravi left home to go back to the city for his studies and as a custom he had to leave behind his wife with his parents. Sujatha felt very lonely in the absence of Ravi until one small incidence which shook the whole mansion and changed everyone's life in it.

Sujatha, slowly but steadily was made known of her duties in the house. She started to get accustomed to her new home. One day while she was having her bath, a maid came to her with a message that her father wanted a glass of milk. Getting this call straight from her in-law for the first time, she came out of the bath hurriedly and putting on whatever garments she could lay her hands on, she ran to fetch the milk from the kitchen and in one go went straight into the room of her father-in-law. At that very moment Rai Bahadur after having finished the massage done by the masseur was about to get up from the table to put on a robe; which a maid was holding for him. In a flash, before Sujatha could realize the mistake and turn around, Mr. Rai Bahadur saw his daughter-in-law, dressed in a thin veil of a sari, which was totally wet and glued to her body as a second skin. It was the sexiest pose he had ever seen of any woman. She in turn, saw her father-in-law in the briefest of brief underwear's, his whole body shining from the oil applied on it. Both Ram the masseur and his wife Shanti the maid who were present there, were silent spectators of the incident.

For one moment Mr. Rai Bahadur could not believe his own eyes when he saw Sujatha at that moment. For a split second he forgot he was seeing his own daughter, and in her place what he saw was an exquisite figure of a fascinating woman, from whose face tiny pearls of water droplets where sliding down her throat to the v line of her bosom. He could also see her exposed navel and the wet light blue sari could not hide her slim legs, the beautifully carved thighs and the sexiest part was her bare footedness. All these were the cause for his member to be aroused. Even after the departure of Sujatha from the room, he still continued to sport an erection which was noticed both by Ram, the masseur and his wife Shanti, the maid who were present there. Rai Bahadur smiled at Shanti, the maid servant, to hide his clumsiness.

Sujatha had committed two mistakes that day. First she had not knocked on the door and in her eagerness to attend to the call of her father she had not cared to look as to how she was dressed. She was innocent on both counts and eventually this is what that changed the atmosphere in Mr. Rai Bahadur's mansion.

On Rai Bahadur's exit, Ram and Shanti were in a big dilemma. They both had witnessed a scene which they were scared to talk about even between themselves. Shanti was relieved to some extent as she had seen Rai Bahadur passing her a smile and this was the first time that he had smiled at her. Ram was more worried and feared a lot.

Rai Bahadur was restless the whole of night. The vision of Sujatha was foremost in his mind, which kept him aroused most of the time. On waking up too he continued having a huge erection and this made him uneasy as he had to face the masseur and his wife soon. He somehow managed to enter the room unobserved by the couple who were busy keeping things ready for the massage. Ram was the masseur and Shanti helped him in providing warm oil, towels and other linen whenever necessary. On entering Mr. Rai Bahadur disrobed and wearing only the customary small underwear laid face down on the table. It was very hard for him to bring down his erection which was causing him uneasiness. As Ram started the massage using the warm oil presented by Shanti, Rai Bahadur relaxed a little under his care and when he turned his face the other side he saw Shanti poised near the gas stove. Though he had seen Shanti innumerous times, today it was different. His eyes took to her and started absorbing her curves and figure. The more he looked at her the more he imagined her in a different positions. All these days he had never seen her as a woman, and today what his eyes saw was the body of a young ripe woman. His gaze was glued to her body and when she turned towards him; his eyes were in line with her waist and below. Shanti saw him staring at her, but did not think much about it. She continued what she was doing and when Ram called her for some oil she came closer and stood near the table. As Shanti was standing very close to him, he got excited again and by the time he lifted his arm to touch her, she had turned and moved away from him. On having missed this opportunity his desire to feel her body increased tremendously. He wanted to get up and drag her to him. He was getting aroused and wanted to use her. He possessed so much power upon them that he could have done it without any hindrance right there in front of her husband and as they were his bonded laborers they had no power on earth to stop him, but Rai Bahadur was not a person who took undue advantage of his workers. He wanted to make use of her but he wanted it to happen his own way.

Rai Bahadur waited till Shanti was called again by Ram and this time he was ready in advance. He had placed his hand on the very edge on the table and when Shanti came near him he lifted his fingers to touch her and as his fingers touched her thighs, Shanti had to move away again from him.

Shanti had felt the slight touch and she thought it to have happened accidentally. The next time when she felt him feel her thighs, she was sure that it was not an accident. Rai Bahadur too realized that his touch was felt and she had become aware of it. When his eyes contacted hers, he signaled her to get the towel. Shanti came forward with the towel and in the pretext of taking the towel from her hand; Rai Bahadur brushed his hand on her thighs for a moment. Shanti feeling his hand on her thighs candidly, had the shock of her life and stood paralyzed. Shanti's husband Ram saw it too but at first did not believe it and when Rai Bahadur stood up to cover himself with the towel, his state of erection made his suspicion come true. For some time all three of them were silent and when Rai Bahadur ordered Shanti to ask Sujatha to bring him milk, the silence was broken.

Sujatha's entry at that moment brought some change in the atmosphere. She was very attractive and very radiant to look at, even though she was tucked in a thick sari which was covering her whole body. Rai Bahadur gave her a big smile and accepted the glass of milk from her. When Sujatha turned to leave the room, Rai Bahadur asked her very politely to bring milk daily. Sujatha bowed her head in acceptance and left the room. When Sujatha turned and walked up to the door, Rai Bahadur exclaimed! Is she not very pretty? Both Ram and Shanti were stunned to hear those words.

Rai Bahadur was in a trance. He saw a shade of Sujatha in every woman he came across. His attitude towards other women changed drastically. He had developed a vision which used to wander over and caress every physical part of a woman. This sudden change in him was noticed by many other women working for him. They felt elevated whenever Rai Bahadur passed a fleeting glance upon them. They considered themselves to be very lucky. The same thoughts prevailed in the minds of Ram and his wife Shanti. At one hand they were glad to be in the position they were and on the other hand they were scared as to where all this was leading too. 

As the next day was a very auspicious one, Shanti was clad in a sari, little different from her usual daily wear. It was rich in colors and suited her complexion very well. Rai Bahadur, on entering the room for his routine massage was quick enough to notice the change in Shanti's attire. Seeing her dressed vibrantly, he was about to whistle, but somehow managed to control himself and facing her he removed his robe taking his own time showing himself off to her before moving across to the table and lay down. 

Rai Bahadur let go of numerous occasions of feeling Shanti up when she was closer to him. Today he was more interested in watching her closely than feeling her up. He was looking for her response and he kept staring at her bosom and sometimes at her exposed navel. On being continuously stared at, he could see Shanti move nervously. He could see her chest heaving up and down with her breathing and after a long silence; he turned towards Ram and said. 'You have a very beautiful wife'. Poor Ram had no words to reply but just bowed down his head while Shanti blushed and her face turned crimson. Seeing this Rai Bahadur replied; Look, how happy she is! Look at the color of her sari! You are a lucky guy to have such a charming wife, saying this he beckoned Shanti to come near him and extended his arm.

Shanti did not know how to react. The first thing she thought was to respect his orders and she very humbly came near the table in front of his extended arm. Rai Bahadur was pleased to see Shanti obeying his orders and when she came close enough, he caught hold of her loose sari and feeling its soft texture said! 'It is so smooth and so nice', where did you get this from Ram' he questioned? 

From the market sahib, replied Ram.

Is today Shanti's birthday, Ram?

No sahib today is a day of festival.

Ha! So nice he exclaimed and when he was about to ask another question, there was a knock at the door. 

Rai Bahadur suddenly let go of Sujatha's sari and taking a towel from her, he draped himself before asking Shanti to open the door. Sujatha came inside the room wearing a rich sari and she was looking like a goddess. When Sujatha extended the glass of milk to him, he could not resist touching her fingers while collecting it and when she turned to leave the room, Rai Bahadur asked her to stay back. Sujatha was pleased to hear him call her and when she came, Rai Bahadur very graciously asked her to give Shanti one of her sari as today was an auspicious day. Sujatha was thrilled to hear this and within a moment was out of the room to fetch the sari. 

Both Ram and Shanti could not believe what they had heard. They kept looking at each other perplexed for a few moments and finally when Ram signaled her that it was okay, she was pleased by it. Rai Bahadur saw them exchange glances and as he saw them accepting it, he felt himself getting aroused. He smiled at himself and making sure that it was okay, he again took Shanti's loose sari in his hand and by way of feeling its texture; he slid a few fingers inside her sari and gradually brought them in contact with her lower body. He let his fingers touch her thighs and feel them. Shanti shivered when Rai Bahadur took hold of her sari and when she felt his fingers on her thighs she started to writhe with pleasure. She could not control herself loving his touch. When Rai Bahadur placed his hand on her thighs and started caressing it slowly, Shanti started to breathe faster and when his hand came in full contact of her thigh her body started convulsing. Having placed his hand firmly on her thigh, Rai Bahadur felt the heat of her body and as he was on the verge of getting more bold and move his hand further up, Sujatha came bursting into the room and the first thing she saw was where Rai Bahadur's hand was placed, as she had a clear view of it from her angle of entry. 

The moment Sujatha entered the room Rai Bahadur knew his actions were spotted. At first he tried to remove his hand, but on second thought, he let it slide slowly down from her thighs to the table as if nothing had happened. On receiving the sari from Sujatha, he gave it to Shanti and asked her to wear it. When Shanti left to wear the sari, Rai Bahadur smiled at Sujatha and told her that he would buy her a new sari today. Sujatha smiled and acknowledged with respect her father's views. 

By the way which color do you like, he enquired.

Blue! She shot back instantly.

Yes Blue! Yes. It looks good on you. The other day too you were wearing a light blue sari and you wear looking very charming in it, he said.

Sujatha instinctively blushed realizing which sari he was talking about.

Seeing her blush, Rai Bahadur went near her and placing a hand over her shoulder said you are very sweet.

Sujatha blushed more and smiled to herself.

You have a very beautiful smile too, said Rai Bahadur.

Hearing these words, Sujatha was in a very embarrassing position. She could feel her fathers hand pulling her and she let herself be pulled a little. After having a firm grip on her, Rai Bahadur started caressing her arms slightly all the time looking down at her. As Rai Bahadur was busy feeling Sujatha's arms, Shanti came out of the bath room dressed in the new sari. Seeing her appealing figure dressed in the silk sari Rai Bahadur instantly got excited and on impulse pulling Sujatha closer to him, remarked you look very beautiful dear. Sujatha was stunned to have heard Rai Bahadur calling Shanti 'dear' and also in his excitement he had pulled her close to his body. Sujatha on being held firmly close to his hot body started getting excited and to come out of this, she tried to free herself from his grip. Seeing her writhe, Rai Bahadur let her free as today he had had enough. Today he had made his intentions clear to Shanti and in-between he had also tried to accommodate Sujatha in it. He felt proud to have succeeded in baiting two birds at a time. 

While Rai Bahadur was thinking about the future, Sujatha was re-collecting the day's proceedings. She could understand her fathers desire to play with Shanti, but what was troubling her were the words he used upon her. He had told her that she had looked charming in the light blue color sari. He had said that she was sweet. He had complimented her about her beautiful smile. He had made her give Shanti a sari. He had addressed Shanti as dear. He had let her see him caress Shanti. Where all this was leading too, was something which poor Sujatha could not understand at that moment.

At luncheon Mr. Rai Bahadur informed his wife Rohini and daughter Sujatha to be ready as he going to take them to the market in the evening. Both were pleased about it, and Sujatha could not wait till evening as she was eager to go to the market. As Rai Bahadur drove the car up to the entrance to fetch them, he beckoned Sujatha to get inside and sit beside him and Rohini was left to sit at the other end. Though the drive to the market was a long one Rai Bahadur was not in a hurry to reach it. He was enjoying the closeness of Sujatha and whenever he got the opportunity he let his thighs feel her up and also the fragrance coming out from her body was making the drive an enjoyable one.

At the market, he let both Rohini and Sujatha to buy whatever they fancied. Sujatha made good use of it and later on when they visited a sari shop, Rai Bahadur himself picked up some fancy saris for her and his wife. When his wife was out of his sight, he picked up a sari which was very rich and very translucent and asked it to be packed separately.

On their return trip as it was dark, Rai Bahadur made use of the circumstances to his advantage. On every curve and bend, he tried to push himself up against Sujatha. His thighs contacted hers on many occasions and he loved every such contact with her body. Though Sujatha felt his nearness, she did not move to accommodate his desires. Rai Bahadur changed his tactics a little and under pretext of talking to his wife, he tried to press himself to her. On being squeezed between the two of them she inclined more towards her mother and as a result felt her soft body. This bodily contact with her mother-in-law on and on was stirring her a little. She was feeling warm and wanted to hold her. Rohini too felt some strange warmth building in her due to the frequent contact of Sujatha's body on her and she was too happy to accommodate her. By the time they reached the mansion all the three passengers had something to ponder about what lay ahead for them.

In their suite, both Rai Bahadur and wife Rohini talked about Sujatha and both praised her. Rai Bahadur even went to the extent of saying that he was very proud to have her as his daughter, who only a few days ago, was mad at her. This way Sujatha had entered into the hearts of all Rai Bahadur's family members.

Not only all Rai Bahadur family members, Sujatha had also entered into the life of another couple and they were Ram and Shanti. Shanti could not hide her pleasure when Ram was excited to see her accept and wear the silk sari. Ram knew that it was very expensive and beyond his imagination to buy her one. He knew that she was going to get more presents from Rai Bahadur and he only wished Shanti would play her part as she was playing now. They did not discuss this matter between themselves, but both were of the same point of view. They were thinking on the same lines and were dreaming about the future. They both liked Sujatha a lot and both knew that Rai Bahadur was trying to bait her too.

The next day a bright Rai Bahadur entered the massage room. On his entrance Shanti went ahead and bolted the door. When Rai Bahadur was near the massage table, he loosened the sash of his robe, turned and signaled Shanti to remove the robe from his body. Shanti came at the back of him and putting her hands on his shoulders, tried to pull the robe from his body, which did not budge an inch. Rai Bahadur smiled and asked Shanti to put her hands in front of him and remove it. Shanti tried to put her hands in front of him, but still could not manage to get hold of the flaps. She had to press herself to him to reach it and when she did it, Rai Bahadur could feel her breasts pressing into his back. When he leaned back to have more contact with her body, she had moved back after removing the robe from his body. Seeing this entire game, Ram was also getting keyed up. He knew Rai Bahadur was teasing his wife and watching his wife being played with was giving Ram some pleasure. When Rai Bahadur faced Ram, he saw his eyes shining and a naughty smile appear on his lips which was the signal Rai Bahadur was waiting for. Rai Bahadur laid down on the table and when Ram was about to put oil on his back, he stopped him and instead asked Shanti to do so. Shanti, getting a little bolder came near him and taking some oil in her hands; she spread it across his shoulders and his back. Rai Bahadur sighed as he felt Shanti's soft hands on him. Whenever Shanti tried to reach his back, her body came into contact with his, as he had laid down on the edge of the table. He was enjoying every moment of this. When Shanti had finished applying oil on his back and when she went to collect more oil, Ram took over the massage from her. Shanti took some time before she returned to the table and when she neared the table Rai Bahadur brought his hand down and hiding it from Ram placed it on the back of her thigh and dragged her closer to him. Shanti was getting excited by being so close to him and when she felt his hand on her thigh drawing her, she let herself be pulled closer to his body without any hesitation. Shanti's thighs were now glued to his shoulders and they were only a few inches away from his face. On being drawn so close to him, Shanti was getting aroused more and more and she craved to have more bodily contact with him. When Rai Bahadur started caressing her thighs from behind, she bowed downed a little so that her thighs would have a firm contact with his hand and in doing so she also brought her upper body closer to his back. Rai Bahadur sensing her trembling with excitement and to flare her up, he lifted his hand up her thighs, feeling the heat in-between her thighs and when he moved his hand still further up he had reached the maximum and his hand came in contact with the rock bottom of her buttocks. On having his hand right up to the base of her buttocks, Shanti started moaning openly. Hearing the sounds Ram could not understand what was happening to her. He could not see Rai Bahadur's hand playing with her as it was hidden from his view. He was getting desperate to find out and when he saw Shanti leaning her body on Rai Bahadur's back and when she started to fondle him, he moved to the other side and when he saw Rai Bahadur's hand right up on her buttocks, he got aroused. Having Rai Bahadur's hand right in-between her buttocks, Shanti felt her juices stirring up inside her and she was feeling difficult to control herself. She brought both her hands on Rai Bahadur's back and taking hold of him, she started to fondle him and when he lifted his hand and brought it in-between the crevice of her buttocks, Shanti brought her face down on his back and started kissing him on his back, and when she felt the pressure of his fingers grooving her fissure, she jammed her upper body on his and embrace him tightly. Rai Bahadur was also getting hotter and hotter and when Shanti started kissing him on his back, his member rose to the maximum and when Shanti let her upper body caress his back, he was on the verge of explosion. Ram who was witnessing all this could not keep himself idle and he came behind Shanti and started to caress her neck & back and when Shanti felt his hands on her, she hugged Rai Bahadur more tightly, plastering her breasts on his back. As Rai Bahadur trust his hand deep inside of her thighs and felt her hot moist cunt, Shanti shuddered and gripping Rai Bahadur strongly and pressing her breasts on his body she came in streams. Rai Bahadur too could not control himself any longer and as his hand felt her moist cunt over the sari and also as he felt the heat generated from inside it, his cock exploded and he ejected a load of cum into his shorts. Both Rai Bahadur and Shanti came in their respective underwear's and their garments were soaked with cum. Ram was thrilled to see the wet patch on front of Shanti's sari and when Rai Bahadur got up from the table, some of his cum which had spilled from his brief was on the table.




Coming Home



This was the state of affairs when they heard the ring at the door and when Ram opened the door for Sujatha, she saw Rai Bahadur putting his robe on and Shanti arranging her sari, and on coming near the table, Sujatha felt uneasy when she saw the wet part of Shanti's sari and the patch of cum on the massage table. Rai Bahadur on seeing Sujatha being uneasy; he quickly went to her and putting a hand over her shoulder steadied her a little and took the glass of milk from her hand. Sujatha could not digest what she had seen and when she was pacified by him, she placed her head on his shoulders and stood still. Rai Bahadur was relieved to have Sujatha composed and after having the milk, he took Sujatha near the wardrobe and opening it, he gave her the sari which he had bought the other day. Sujatha was pleased to receive the sari from him and when Rai Bahadur asked her to wear the sari; she walked down to the bathroom to change. 

Sujatha on opening the sari in the bathroom and seeing its richness and its texture was thrilled. This was the first time; she had even held such a rich sari in her hand. Without waiting any longer, she quickly draped the new sari on her and seeing herself in the mirror was pleased as the sari complimented her figure to the maximum. Wearing the sari, she even felt some warmth growing in her body. 

On entering the room, Sujatha was delighted to see the face of Rai Bahadur which was glowing with admiration. Shanti and Ram's eyes were also filled with appreciation and pleasure. Rai Bahadur approached her and placing both his hands on her shoulders, took his own time looking down at her. He could see each and every curve of Sujatha's body. The sari was so thin, that he could even see her inner garments which incidentally where of the same color. He ran his gaze upon her body from top to bottom and when he was not content with it, he made her turn the other way around. Rai Bahadur had an instant erection seeing the contours of Sujatha's body from behind. It was classically cut to perfection. He called Shanti and Ram near him and pointing out at Sujatha's curves said, is she not the most beautiful woman? Look! How exquisite her figure looks in this sari? When both Shanti and Ram echoed their views simultaneously, Rai Bahadur did not stop there, he gestured Shanti to pull aside Sujatha's long hair, so that he had a clear view of her back. Having Rai Bahadur breathing down her neck and also having Shanti's hand on her hair, Sujatha was getting warmer and warmer inside. When Rai Bahadur turned her to face him, she could see his eyes glowing with vigor and passion. Rai Bahadur could not stop himself from openly gazing at her body and as he started caressing her arms Sujatha dipped her face down as she was unable to face him while she too was getting sexually aroused. When Rai Bahadur's hand came in contact with her bare arms, he addressed Shanti, saying it was so nice to feel her soft arms and when Shanti came forward to feel them, he turned towards Ram and smiling at him said: would it not be a joy to give her a massage?

Yes sir, it would be a pleasure to have her on a massage table.

Yes, we should think about it said Rai Bahadur. What do you say? Do you want to have a massage, asked Rai Bahadur?

Sujatha was so shy that she could not reply. 

Look at her, she loves to have a massage, said Rai Bahadur looking at Shanti.

Sujatha lifted her eyes to look at Shanti, whose face was radiant.

In fact today she gave me a massage, said Rai Bahadur.

Hearing this Shanti could feel the heat generating in her body again. She wanted to reply back to him but as she could not endure so much guts she stepped closer in front of them.

When Rai Bahadur saw her come closer, he came in-between them and taking hold of each one of them, he moved his hands over their waists and having a nice grip, he heaved them closer. Sujatha was little reluctant to give way but Shanti did not hesitate to snuggle closer to him. Feeling Shanti's hot body against his, Rai Bahadur turned a little towards her so that his thigh came in direct contact with hers. Shanti also maneuvered herself so that she had optimum contact with his thighs and playfully she even let her hand drift down to brush his thighs. Rai Bahadur on feeling her hand touch his thighs suddenly flared up and taking advantage of it he brought his hand down and feeling the contours of her buttocks squeezed them gently and as Shanti's hand was close by, Rai Bahadur moved a little so that he could brush his member against her hand. Shanti on having some contact with his member for the first time was ecstatic. She was craving to feel it and as the heat generated from it was so immense that she wanted to grasp it with both her hands and also wondered how hot it would be without the clothes. Shanti did not grasp his member but let her hand be in constant touch with it. As Sujatha was watching all these acts, she did not take any bold steps and when she felt Rai Bahadur's member growing in size, she shifted her actions and moving the other hand she placed it on Sujatha's waist. When Sujatha did not object to her actions, Shanti caressed her waist and as Sujatha kept silent she brought her hand in front of her and while easing it over her navel she caressed it. When playfully she tried to move it inside her petticoat, Sujatha suddenly started to squirm with pleasure. Sujatha's body was on fire on having Shanti's hand on her bare waist and as Shanti attempted to put her hand inside her petticoat, her whole body trembled with desire. She knew that if she continued it for a few more seconds, then it would be impossible to come out of it and thinking so she released herself from his grip and silently moved a little away from them.

As Rai Bahadur felt this was going too fast for her, disengaging himself from Shanti walked away saying that they will meet again tomorrow. Hearing this, all of them went to their respective works.

When Sujatha left the room and as she was going towards her own, she came across her mother who had just come from the temple. Rohini was shocked to see Sujatha dressed in that semi-transparent sari coming from the massage room and she wanted to question her. She called Sujatha and when she came to her room and seeing her dazzling figure close by she did not question her about the sari, but she asked her to sit by her side and trying to comfort her she asked whether she had received any calls from her husband. When Sujatha replied in negative, she asked her whether she was feeling lonely without her husband and when she asked how her health was, Sujatha replied by saying that some times her back ached a lot and she turned herself to show her where it hurts. Rohini taking advantage of the situation and trying to soothe Sujatha she placed her hand on her back. Sujatha was delighted to have a feminine hand on her back and before she could move herself, Rohini had started caressing her. Sujatha loving the feel and touch of her hand started wriggling and wanting more of it said, 'yes, my back ache's a lot. Rohini was too pleased to see Sujatha loving her caresses and when she asked her whether she would like her to apply some ointment on her back, Sujatha did not hesitate to say yes. 

Rohini on getting the desired confirmation got up and bolting the front door, she took the ointment from the drawer and coming near the cot asked Sujatha to lie down and be comfortable. When Sujatha obliged and laid herself freely on the cot, it was a sight to behold. Having her exquisite body placed right in front of her was making Rohini eyes go dizzy. While lying on the cot, Sujatha had spread her legs a little and as her sari was semi-transparent, Rohini could see her whole body as if she was naked. She could see her beautiful long legs, the formation of her lovely buttocks, her slim waist and her soft delicate back and lovely smooth shoulders. She at once had the desire to touch and feel them. It was after a very long time she had felt such desires arouse in her. Hesitating a little, she bowed in front of Sujatha and setting aside the loose part of her sari from her body and also pushing her dark black silky hair from her back, she took some ointment on her feeble fingers and applied it on her back. She took her own sweet time in applying the ointment on her back all the time loving the feel of her soft skin and looking down on her exquisite figure she rubbed it lightly over her back, shoulders and arms, covering every part of her exposed body. As Rohini's hand was caressing her bare back Sujatha was getting excited little by little and she placed herself more seductively on the cot. This action of Sujatha made Rohini a little bold and acting on cue, she started caressing Sujatha's making use of both hands. When Sujatha felt Rohini's hands reaching all parts of her back, she started to feel the heat building inside her and she moved her body to match the movement of Rohini's hand. Rohini was also getting excited by playing with her and her hand started to roam more freely caressing every exposed part of her back. Sometimes it would go over her blouse and sometimes she would slide her fingers inside it. Sujatha started loving every action of hers and as Rohini brought her hands over the curve of her buttocks and touched them, Sujatha was almost on the verge of coming. Her juices were about to erupt and as Sujatha did not want her mother to know about it, she bit her lip tightly and with great difficulty managed to get up and sit straight on the bed. When Rohini was surprised to see the sudden change, Sujatha smiled at her and thanked her profusely. Rohini then realizing the real meaning of the sudden change was happy to have her at her mercy and smiling at her she said you are always welcome dear.

When Sujatha left the room, Rohini eased her body on the bed and hugging a pillow to her chest, dreamt of what was in store for her in the coming days. As she felt warmer and warmer inside her, she thanked Sujatha for it.

Sujatha could not believe the outcome of the day. On one side Rai Bahadur, her father was interested in her and on the other Rohini, her mother-in-law. So to say she was sandwiched between them. Though it disturbed her mind a little, she felt relieved as she had nothing to loose on both grounds. She was glad that her in-laws had accepted her and this was foremost in her mind. Being accepted by both of them had relieved her anxiety. 

Later in the evening when they met each other in the kitchen, Rohini gave her a big smile and enquired about her back ache. Its better replied Sujatha and thanked her for it. When both of them were busy preparing the supper, Rohini suddenly questioned her as to where she had bought the new sari. Sujatha without any hesitation on her part replied that Rai Bahadur had presented it to her this morning. This came as a rude shock to Rohini and it also answered all the questions she wanted to know from her. It made every thing clear to her and it also made her walk tall. Now she knew what her husband was up to and knowing this secret of his, she was even with him. She could leave him free to do whatever he wanted and in turn she would do whatever she wanted. It was a very fortunate incidence.

Next morning Rai Bahadur entered the massage room before others had arrived and he hurriedly went to the attached bathroom and looked inside. When his eyes came across the sari Sujatha had worn a day earlier, it gave him a mild shock and also made him realize the mistake he had committed. Now he was certain that Rohini had seen Sujatha in the semi-transparent sari and this was the reason for the sudden change in her. He knew that Rohini had figured out every thing that had taken place in that room. He was happy that Rohini had not created a scene over it and that meant she had succumbed and let him free. Well, this was a pleasant change he thought. 

Later when Ram and Shanti entered the room, they were surprised to see Rai Bahadur already seated on the table inside the room. This time Rai Bahadur was not wearing the usual robe but was dressed in a night suit and was holding a sari in his hands. When Ram turned to bolt the door, Rai Bahadur beckoned Shanti and handed her the sari. Shanti did not understand what to do with it and when she lifted her eye brows to enquire, Rai Bahadur signaled her to wear it. Shanti was confused and when her eyes contacted Ram, he nodded his head to go ahead. As she turned to leave the room to change the sari, Rai Bahadur caught her hand and when Shanti turned back, he moved his head sideways. Shanti was mildly surprised with Rai Bahadur's action and taking the sari in her hand when she turned towards Ram, he moved away from her vision. He knew that Shanti was uncomfortable in front of him and as he wanted to give her some privacy he went the other way. This was not what Rai Bahadur wanted, he wanted Ram to be present and watch all the proceedings. Shanti facing Rai Bahadur, first caught hold of her loose sari and sliding it over her chest exposed her bosom which was hidden in the thin blouse and then putting her hand inside her petticoat she released the sari which was tucked in. Rai Bahadur watching the sari slide from her bosom was able to see the outline of her breasts hidden under a thin sheen of cloth and when Shanti put her hand inside per petticoat and removed the tucked sari which exposed her bare navel to his eyes, he got totally aroused by the sight of it. When the sari was free from her petticoat, with one hand Shanti loosened it around her and let it fall to the ground. Seeing Shanti clad only in a blouse and a petticoat, Rai Bahadur eyes burned with desire. Shanti gave him some time to feast his eyes upon her and then she took the other sari and draped it on her. Finally when she was dressed up, she went near Rai Bahadur and without him asking for it, she started to unbutton his shirt. While she was unbuttoning the last two buttons, Shanti fingers felt his erect member. Finally when the shirt was removed Rai Bahadur's thin night pants and his brief underwear could not hide the tent formed by his erect member. Shanti had to struggle to unhook and pull down the zipper of his pants due to the erectness of his member. She had to push his member to one side to bring down the zipper and remove his pants. Finally when Rai Bahadur was only in his briefs, he laid on the table face down. Ram then brought the warm oil and handed it over to Shanti. While Shanti was applying the oil, Rai Bahadur lifted his hand and placed it on Shanti's waist. With his hand on her waist, he caressed her uncovered back and when Shanti started liking it, he drew her closer to him. Feeling his hand on her back caressing her waist, Shanti was getting heated up and as Rai Bahadur's hand pulled her, she let herself be dragged closer to him. Shanti was placed so near to him that her body was practically touching his and Rai Bahadur finding her so close moved his arm to encircle her waist and held her firmly in his grip. He then dragged her in such a way that her thighs almost touched his face. She had come so close to his face that he could smell her body odor. When Rai Bahadur had her positioned where he wanted her to be, he started slowly to bring his hand down and feeling her full rich buttocks placed his hand just below them. He then let his inner arm glide over her buttocks up and down. Shanti was enjoying all this and in trying to snuggle closer to him she moved her thighs still further up his face. Seeing Shanti maneuver her body closer to his face, Rai Bahadur pulled her up in such a way that her midriff was pasted on to his face. So to say his face was just inches above her hot spot. Rai Bahadur started to brush his lips on her midriff, kissing and licking all the exposed portions of her navel. He even tried to dig his face in the small opening of her petticoat and tried to lavish that part. He dug his face so close to Shanti's womanhood that his lips left the soft curly hair grown over there. While Shanti was desperately trying to bring his face in contact with her hot spot, Rai Bahadur was trying to tease her more and heighten her passion and as he felt her pushing her mound close to his lips, he pulled it a shade away from her and kissed her belly button. Shanti on having her navel licked and kissed was trembling with desire and as she wanted more of him, she started wriggling. After planting one soft kiss on her belly button, Rai Bahadur again brought his face down and when Shanti steadied herself thinking this time he was going to kiss her on the hot spot, instead he caught hold of the tucked sari in his teeth and tried to pull it out. As he was trying to remove her sari without the help of his hand, he was struggling in removing it. Ram who was watching this entire episode take place in front of him could no longer sustain himself. Every action of Rai Bahadur made him go crazy and he desperately wanted to join the show. While Rai Bahadur was trying to pull the sari out of her by his teeth, Ram came and stood beside her. Shanti was happy when she felt Ram come close to her and while she was on height of passion, she felt Ram's hand slipping her sari. Rai Bahadur too was aroused to the hilt to see Ram help him and when the sari was loosened from the top, it was then easy for Rai Bahadur to pull the remaining sari from her body. When the sari was completely removed from her body, Ram came behind Shanti and positioning his hands below her chest he pushed his body to hers. Seeing this action from Ram, Rai Bahadur let himself cool down a little to watch the show. Ram snuggled closer to Shanti and putting his face on her shoulders he started to bite her. Being treated like this by two men Shanti was getting thrilled and was trying hard to control her juices from coming. When Shanti shifted her head a little to accommodate Ram, she felt his lips brush her face and when they were over her lips, he suddenly glued his mouth on hers and sucked her lips right into his mouth all the time pushing his hot prick deep into the crevice of her buttocks. Shanti had never before felt such brute ness in making love with him and as she was being handled like this in front of Rai Bahadur, this was too much for her. When Ram lifted his hands on to her breasts and squeezed them, Shanti could not sustain this any longer and she exploded like hell bursting out. Ram who had held Shanti firmly from behind and having his hot member wedged between her buttocks digging deeper and deeper into her crevice was also on the verge of coming. He pulled Shanti away from the table and putting her down on the floor he climbed on top of her and before he could remove her petticoat and undress her he fell upon her and came in his pants. 

Ram on having been drained out fully was unable to lift himself from above Shanti and holding her strongly in his grip lay upon her. They both were exhausted and it took them some time to come back to normal. As they were struggling to get up they heard the sharp ring of the bell and Rai Bahadur without caring to see whether they had dislodged from each other opened the door for Sujatha. Sujatha after entering inside the room and looking around felt a sudden rush of hot blood inside her body. More than seeing Ram and Shanti in that erotic position and Rai Bahadur dressed only in the brief underwear, she was excited because she saw her sari which was lying on the ground and it confirmed that Rai Bahadur was kinky and used her garments in these hot games. Now being exposed to all these games, it made her bold and feeling hot inside her and also as she desired to take a part in the act, she felt like teasing Rai Bahadur a little. By the time Rai Bahadur put on his night suit, Sujatha took the sari which was lying on the ground and started toying with it and also she dangled the glass of milk she was holding in front of him. Sometimes she would raise the glass of milk to him and sometimes played with the sari. She was getting excited by this and as Rai Bahadur saw this from the corner of his eye, he smiled at her. Rai Bahadur on seeing all her actions moved across the room and coming near Sujatha caught her in his arms. Sujatha when she felt his hands encircling her, moved a little away from him and teasing him all the way, she brought the glass of milk which was in her hand closer to his lips. Rai Bahadur holding Sujatha in his arms bowed down and adjusting himself brought his mouth to the glass of milk. When Sujatha lifted the glass of milk for him to drink; some milk trickled from his mouth to his chest. Sujatha using her sari cleaned his face with it and putting her hand inside his shirt, she also cleaned the milk from his chest. This daring act of Sujatha made Rai Bahadur go horny. Tightening his grip on her he drew her closer to his body. Sujatha feeling him haul her brought her hands which were holding the sari between herself and his body and poor Rai Bahadur could only feel her hands on his chest. He knew that she was teasing him and to give her encouragement he loosened his grip over her a bit and when Sujatha left his grip being loosened and had some room in-between their bodies, she pulled the sari which she had it in her hand up and let it caress his face all the way. Rai Bahadur loved every moment of this and was getting excited more and more. Sujatha now being free draped the sari over his face and blinding him with it, she started to caress his face with her hand holding the sari. Sujatha thought as Rai Bahadur was blinded he would not be able to move and forgot that she was in his arms. As this was going beyond Rai Bahadur's imagination and as he was getting aroused to the hilt, he started tightening his hold on her. Sujatha at first did not realize this and as her body felt his hot body, she suddenly tried to jerk herself away only to be imbalanced and fall upon him. Having her imbalanced, Rai Bahadur in a reflex action tightened his hold on her, embracing her whole body upon his. When Sujatha was pulled, she could feel her breasts being crushed on to his chest and she also felt his hard member come in contact with her exposed waist. As she had not expected this to happen, Sujatha shuddered when she was totally plastered to his body and as she felt his hot member on her body, her arms, her feet and every part of her body went limp. Rai Bahadur utilizing this opportunity to the maximum brought his hands into play and caressed and squeezed every part of her body and as she had become a doll in his hands Rai Bahadur lifted her a little up and down so that his rock like member could brush her body. On being glided up and down over her soft delicate navel, his member started pulsating and when it came in direct contact with her hot moist womanhood he gave a strong trust forward and burying his hot member deep inside her sari, he did not let her go till he ejaculated completely. 




Coming Home



Rai Bahadur did not put Sujatha down even after he had drained himself and Sujatha also could not budge herself from his grip. Her body was glued to him and she felt the hard rock going soft on her. Seeing her like this, Shanti came forward and releasing her from Rai Bahadur's arms, took her to the bathroom and tidied her up. By the time they came out of the bathroom, both the men had left the room.

Sujatha while teasing Rai Bahadur had not anticipated that it would go so far. She just wanted to taunt him a little, but circumstances had made it go far than she expected it to. Though she too had been aroused, what had happened was not what she had in mind. As it had gone beyond her control and now feeling a little bit scared she wanted someone to console her. When her mind started to torment her, she suddenly thought of her mother and in a reflex action went running across to her room. 

Rohini who had just come from the temple saw Sujatha come to her room and before she could say anything, Sujatha ran across to the bed and laid upon it face down. Rohini instantly knew that something was wrong and without questioning her, she let her relax for some time and when she saw that Sujatha had calmed down a bit, she after bolting the front door came on the bed and taking hold of Sujatha, let her rest her head upon her thighs. Rohini gave Sujatha some time to settle herself over her thighs and as she felt she was comfortable, she put her hands on her face and set her loose hair straight. Sujatha on feeling her hands upon her face toying with her hair adjusted herself more comfortably on her. Rohini after having set her hair wiped her face with the loose end of her sari and then started to stroke her forehead. She continued for five minutes till Sujatha feeling more secured snuggled her face deeper into her thighs. Rohini on seeing Sujatha relaxed lifted her hand from her forehead and placing it on her shoulders started to squeeze them slowly. She then let her hand glide smoothly from her shoulders to her arm and back. She kept repeating this for another few minutes and when she saw that Sujatha was totally calm; she asked her politely whether she would like to have her shoulders kneaded. Hearing this Sujatha nestled her body still closer to her and taking advantage of it, Rohini set aside Sujatha's sari a little and exposing her shoulders, started to knead her shoulders and arms.

She continued manipulating her arms and shoulders and when Sujatha was completely still, she set aside a part of her sari from her back, so that her slender waist and back were exposed to her gaze. Her eyes started to wander from her beautiful back, to the narrow waist and from the mound of her buttocks to the sleek long legs. Rohini was elevated to have her in this position over her thighs and without disturbing Sujatha, she took some cream from the table and squeezing a little on her fingers, she applied it on her exposed back. Having Rohini's delicate fingers on her back, Sujatha started to feel warm inside her and as Rohini started spreading the cold cream over her exposed back she started to moan. Rohini kept circling her bare back for some time and when she saw Sujatha liking it, she tried to move her fingers inside her blouse. As the blouse was tight, Rohini failed to slide her fingers inside it and when she tried and failed again, she silently whispered in Sujatha's ears to unbutton her blouse. Sujatha who by this time was getting excited was glad to hear Rohini whisper and obliging her, she lifted herself a little and bringing a hand to the front of her blouse started opening the hooks one by one. This action of hers slowly loosened the blouse a little and Rohini taking benefit of it moved her fingers inside her blouse and feeling her delicate back started applying the cream. When she had finished applying it and as she wanted to rub it with her hands when she tried to put her hands inside the blouse she failed to move them in.

As it was not possible to move her hands inside Sujatha's blouse, Rohini bowing down, whispered again in her ears and asked her to remove the blouse. Hearing these words, Sujatha's body was set on fire and she shied away without complying. Rohini understanding her feelings was delighted to do it herself. Sliding one hand over Sujatha's arm she brought it underneath her chest and touching her breast lightly, she took hold of a flap of her blouse and slowly slid it out of her arm. When Rohini was sliding the blouse from Sujatha's arm, she had a glimpse of her breast ensconced in her black brasserie and it was a feast for her eyes that brought sudden heat to her body. After releasing the blouse from one hand it was easy for her to remove it from the rest of the body and when Sujatha's back was totally exposed to her, Rohini eyes were glued at the heavenly sight which was in front of her. The black silky loose hair and the black thin silky belts of her brasserie on her fair body had a vision which could have tormented anyone and as Rohini was no saint; her body started to shudder in anticipating of the pleasure to come. 

Rohini on having Sujatha under her control and with her back completely exposed, she took more cream in her hand and applying the same on her back and waist, she started massaging it with both her hands. She kept on caressing her back and in the middle of the massage moved her hands down below touching her buttocks. This smooth caress of her back was tormenting Sujatha's body and whenever Rohini's hands wandered below her back; her body scorched with heat and desire. Unable to control herself, Sujatha taking hold of her mothers thighs and lifting herself placed her soft breasts on her thighs and put her chin in between her thighs. Rohini having Sujatha's warm soft breasts on her thighs made her blood boil and reaching down her back she placed her hand over Sujatha's buttocks and started to caress them. When Sujatha felt Rohini's hands kneading her buttocks, she got excited and turning her face she glued her lips on Rohini's inner thighs. Rohini now being aroused to the hilt, wanted to feel more of Sujatha's body and she without asking for permission, unhooked her bra and pulling the brassiere out, brought her hands down and caught her delicate warm soft petite breasts. As Rohini started feeling Sujatha's bare breasts, Sujatha unable to stay put, opened her mouth wide and biting Rohini's inner thighs moved her face nearer to her hot cunt. This move of hers made Rohini go wild and she caught Sujatha's both breasts in her hands and fondled them hard. As Rohini was getting hotter and hotter, she wanted to posses more of Sujatha's body and as she pushed her hand deep in between her buttocks up to her crevice, Sujatha had maneuvered her face in such a way that it had brushed her moist cunt and was now right at the top of her moist cunt. Having her face so close by, Rohini brought the other hand and holding Sujatha by her head pushed her head down on to her wet hot cunt. Sujatha, who was anticipating such an action to happen, opened her mouth wide and taking as much of the sari and her petticoat into her mouth pressed her lips on her moist hot cunt and started rubbing her face upon it. She then pushed aside her clothes a little and took as much of her cunt lips in her mouth and sucked and rubbed every part of her cunt until Rohini was unable to control anymore and emptied her juices out from her vagina till they swept Sujatha's face from over her clothes. She came with such force that to steady herself, she caught hold of Sujatha's buttocks and did not let go until she subsided after some minutes. 

After a few minutes, Rohini, who was still gripping Sujatha's buttocks for support loosened her hold and placing her hand over them, caressed her. When Sujatha stirred a bit, Rohini brought the other hand of hers and lifting her sari placed it on her back, covering her exposed body. She then brought her hand down and turning her face towards her, bowed down and kissed her on the cheek. Sujatha after being kissed on her cheek looked up at her innocently. The innocent look on Sujatha's face made Rohini take her in her arms and embrace her tightly. She cuddled her up in her arms and bringing her hands on her back, soothed Sujatha by caressing her back. Sujatha after being cuddled like a child shifted herself deeper into Rohini's arms and lifted her face up. Rohini was thrilled to have her child like face close to her and after holding her like this for sometime; she kissed Sujatha's cheek and embraced her tightly. Sujatha lifted her hands and encircling Rohini's back pressed her breasts on Rohini's. This excited Rohini again and when Rohini tightened her hold on Sujatha, Sujatha had to lift her face and on lifting it, her lips brushed Rohini's. The contact of their lips sent shivers into both their respective bodies and Rohini being the dominant one caught hold of Sujatha's face and moving her lips on hers kissed her hard. Sujatha opened her mouth wide to accommodate Rohini's kiss and when Rohini trust her tongue inside her mouth she started sucking on it. When Rohini saw that Sujatha was getting excited, she placed her hand on her waist and as she could not find an opening into her petticoat pushed her hand over her petticoat and grabbed her buttocks. After having a firm hold on her buttocks, she pushed her fingers deep in the cleft of her buttocks and moving on to her inner thighs she felt the heat of her moist womanhood. Sujatha on feeling Rohini's hand over her private parts and having her lips glued to hers moved her upper body and anchoring it over Rohini's chest pressed her breasts hard on hers, and when Rohini's hand came down and touched her moist cunt over the petticoat, it made her body to vibrate with desire and as Rohini started pushing her fingers deep into her, she came in streams. Rohini did not let go of Sujatha immediately; she kept caressing her delicate features and when she saw Sujatha convulsions has subsided, she let Sujatha lie down on the bed. By the time she went to the bath room to tidy herself and return, Sujatha had left the room.

Having spent some intimate moments both with Mr. and Mrs. Rai Bahadur, Sujatha did not venture out of her room. She rested the whole day in her room visualizing the events which had taken place that morning. It had started with her teasing of Rai Bahadur which had gone out of her hands and had ended up being consoled in the arms of Rohini. In both these cases some passionate and intimate scenes had taken place. After thinking a lot about it she made a decision not to bother herself and to stay calm and take things as they come.

When she had thought that things had finally settled for the day and when she was removing her sari to put on the night gown, she heard a voice say 'I can't see' that made her stand rooted to the spot. It was her father's voice and he had come to her room unnoticed and was standing behind her. Sujatha, who a few moments before had made a resolution to face things boldly, turned slowly so that Rai Bahadur could see her and facing him, she let the loose sari which was in her hand drop to the floor. When Sujatha dropped her loose end of the sari down, Rai Bahadur stepping a little closer and looking up at her took a deep breath. Sujatha then bringing her hand on her waist and putting it inside her petticoat and playing with the material of her sari for sometime pulled out the tucked portion of her sari. She then proceeded to loosen the sari from her waist and when she had gathered all of it in her hand; she stared at Rai Bahadur in the eye and let the sari fall down slowly at her feet. Rai Bahadur's eyes widened as he kept looking at her sari being removed in front of him and seeing her clad only in her petticoat and a blouse he started to get aroused. Sujatha stood motionless for a few seconds and let him see her in that attire. After a few moments when Sujatha thought that he had seen enough and extended her arm to take the night gown which was on the stand, she heard him say "I want to see more". Hearing these words Sujatha's heart started beating faster and she too felt a little aroused. She braved herself and taking her own time, she lifted her hands and placing it on her chest she started unhooking the top of her blouse. When she had unhooked the top three hooks, the upper part of her breast came into view and seeing the magnificent breasts engulfed in a black silken bra Rai Bahadur's member started gaining momentum. The light brown color of the breasts behind the dark texture of her bra was making his member throb and to control it, he put a hand in his robe and adjusted his growing member. When Sujatha unhooked the last two hooks and started removing the blouse from her body, Rai Bahadur moved so closer that his body was almost touching hers. He was so near to Sujatha that she could feel his body's heat on her. He was breathing down on her and his hot erect member inside his robe started growing up. Sujatha could see his aroused member making a dent in the robe. Sujatha wanted this whole episode to end soon as she feared that her mother-in-law may come looking for her any moment and to hurry up the things, Sujatha put her hands on her waist and pulling the chords of her petticoat she loosened it from her waist and catching it in her hands she moved a little away from him. She then playfully let it down slowly exposing her thin black panties to his vision and still holding the petticoat in her hand when she thought as it was the last thing she had to do, she let her it fall suddenly and exposed her thighs and slim elegant legs to him. Seeing Sujatha almost nude in the black bra and black panties, Rai Bahadur's stood dazed while his cock started vibrating inside his robe. As he felt the sperm building up in him he knew that at any moment he may spurt. When Rai Bahadur was silent for a few seconds, Sujatha thinking that he was satisfied with her exposure, as she turned to take the night gown, Rai Bahadur suddenly caught her by the waist and pulling her to him, he opened his robe and held Sujatha inside it. Sujatha on being dragged was totally imprisoned inside his robe and for the first time, she felt his naked body on hers. When Rai Bahadur adjusted her a little in his arms, Sujatha felt his hot solid member slide upon her navel brazing her soft delicate skin. Rai Bahadur on having her firmly in his grip, took one of his hand up to her face and bringing it to his, he started kissing it wildly while on the other hand he caressed his erect member on her body. The moment Sujatha's felt his lips on her; her body shuddered with heat and passion and she could feel her vaginal muscles pulsate with her pre come juices. She was trembling in his arms and as his tongue started digging inside her mouth, she could no longer control her passion. As she felt she was nearing to come, she put her hand behind her and searching for his cock, she took hold of it in her hand and squeezed it before she came in her panties. Having her hold his cock in her hand was beyond the power of Rai Bahadur. The moment her soft fingers went round his cock, his hold on her body tightened and he erupted on her navel. Sujatha felt his cock vibrate in her hand and then shoot his hot come up her navel. It was a new sensation to feel his come shooting from her hand and after his cock had emptied it all on her navel, Sujatha tried to move away from him but Rai Bahadur not letting her go and placing his hand on her wet panties, he said, "I want them". Sujatha stood flabbergasted on hearing it and when Rai Bahadur saw her standing motionless, he put his fingers inside her panties and crouching down on the ground; he pulled it down slowly over her buttocks through her slim legs all the while looking at her exposed body. As soon as her panties were free from her body, Sujatha turned and ran into the bathroom and bolted the door while Rai Bahadur pocketing the wet panties went out of the room smiling all the way.

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Next day morning Rai Bahadur, when he entered the massage room was totally a different person. Coming inside the room, he looked upon Shanti and giving her a big smile, he asked Ram to bolt the door. After bolting the door when Ram turned and came around, he saw Rai Bahadur hand over a piece of black cloth to Shanti. Both he and Shanti did not know what it was and as Shanti opened it a bit, both were surprised to see the black panties. When Rai Bahadur asked Shanti to wear them and as she turned to go to the bathroom, it was Ram who stopped her from going and instead signaled her to wear it in front of him. Shanti was delighted to have Ram's consent and her face sparkled with pleasure. Rai Bahadur seeing their involvements could not believe his eyes and the moment Shanti holding the black panties in front of her started to lift her sari and petticoat, his body started to shudder. He impatiently waited for Shanti to proceed and as she put both her legs in the panties, lifted her sari and petticoat a little and pulled the panties up, Rai Bahadur could see most of her legs and thighs exposed to his naked eye and as Shanti, pulled the panties right up he even saw some of the pubic hair on her inner thighs. Seeing Shanti's naked thighs for the first time Rai Bahadur really got excited and when Shanti had finished pulling up the panties and let down her sari, Rai Bahadur gestured her to come forward and when he looked down at himself, Shanti knew that he wanted her to disrobe him. This time Shanti came in front of him and kneeling down she took hold of the chords of the robe and untied the knot. Then very slowly she opened the robe and putting her hands inside it, she let the robe slide from his body. As she was kneeling down right in front of him, she could see the impression of his stiff cock in his brief underwear and felt cold sweat run down her back. Shanti stood up to free his robe from his body and while reaching for his shoulders to release the robe, she had to lean upon him and doing so her breasts brushed against his chest. This time Shanti did not pull herself back, but she let him feel them on his chest. When Rai Bahadur felt her soft breasts on his chest he caught hold of her waist in one hand and pulling her body to his, dragged her to the massage table and maneuvered her in such a way that her back touched the table. Ram, who was observing all this, suddenly knew what Rai Bahadur intentions were and coming on the opposite side, he slowly pulled Shanti upon the massage table. Shanti was mesmerized by being drawn on the massage table and as she felt her husband positioning her on the table, her whole body started to shudder. 

Ram on having helped Rai Bahadur in getting Shanti up on the massage table hurried across to get the oil and as Rai Bahadur steadied himself near the table; Shanti shifted herself and lied on the table face down. Seeing Shanti lying on the table in front of him, made his heart beat faster and faster and as he moved nearer to her and looked at her lush body he felt the burning desire inside him and as he braced himself to lift his hand and feel her body and when he saw Ram come near the table with the oil, Rai Bahadur suddenly pulled his hand back and waited for Ram to take the initiative. 

The moment Ram brought his hands down to set her hair and sari aside from her back, Shanti's whole body began to shiver and as she felt him rubbing oil on her exposed back, she caught hold of the table tightly with both her hands. Rai Bahadur seeing Shanti vibrate he moved across to the top of the table and standing close by Shanti, placed his hands over her shoulders and soothed her. This move made Shanti relax a little and as Ram had finished applying oil on her back, Rai Bahadur while kneading Shanti's shoulder moved his hands down till they covered the exposed area of her back and caressed them. This act pleased Shanti and loosening herself a little, she removed her hands from the table and when she let them dangle down the table, her hands brushed Rai Bahadur's thighs. At first the touch was accidental and as Rai Bahadur moved a little closer, Shanti let her hands glide over his thighs. Rai Bahadur on having Shanti's hands bracing his thighs was getting heated up and bowing down a little he pushed his hands inside the strings of her blouse and catching the delicate strings he cut them open. Ram seeing Rai Bahadur removing Shanti's blouse, slid his hands down on her back and putting them below her waist and inside her petticoat, tugged the sari out from her it and catching the loose part of her sari in his hand, he slowly dragged it from her body. Shanti on being disrobed by two men was getting ecstatic and her vagina started to get moist with her juices and as Rai Bahadur pulled free her blouse from her body, she lifted her hand and moving up on his thighs, she let it touch his hot growing member. The moment Shanti's hand touch his hot member, Rai Bahadur 




Coming Home



"Hey," I yelled into the hall as the door opened, "I'm home!" My answer was the silence that followed. I pushed the door all the way open, and walked into the entry hall, my dress shoes clicking as I walked on the hardwood. Closing the door behind me, I shifted my duffel bag off of my shoulder and slid it on to the floor. "Hello?" I called, listening to my voice echo through the house. "Any one here?" Again I was greeted with silence. 

"Wonderful." I muttered. Picking up my duffel I pushed it on to my shoulder and began to walk up the stairs to the bedroom I left behind when I entered the military three years before. As I topped the stairs I turned and walked down the hall to my room, thankful that my parents had the up stairs carpeted. I hate the clicking my dress shoes make. The door to my room was closed, and for the first time since I had begun my journey home, I felt a little awkward. 

The door was made of oak, and shone just as brightly as the silver door knob attached to it. I felt strange, and oddly. . .intimidated. Why? It was only a door. Shaking my head over my own stupidity, I opened the door and walked inside. As I look back on it now, I think I had a sense of the things that coming home would bring me.

It was as if the last three years had never happened. My bed was made, but every thing else was the way I had left it. A mess. My civvies, or civilian clothing, I had worn while home was strewn about the room as I had left them. My computer desk and dresser were chalk full of things I didn't even recall while I was away. Dropping my duffel to the floor, I took off my hat and ran a hand through my short hair. 

Maybe I shouldn't have taken my leave. 

Just as I was feeling as if life couldn't get any worse at all, I heard the front door open, and a woman's laughter ensuing. My ears had long ago been finely tuned to hearing an enemy's approach. The woman's laughter was followed by a man's voice, fairly hushed and not my fathers. Instantly I was on alert, my entire body honed in and ready to fight. Quickly and silently, I slipped my dress shoes off and my socks, and exited my room, closing the door as I went, as silently as possible. A small almost inaudible click followed, but as the voices continued in their conversation, I knew they hadn't herd it. 

Slipping a hand into the back of my pants, I grabbed the knife I had been given to me years ago by my father, and began to creep down the hall. I listened carefully to the voices as I went and I quickly realized they were coming toward the stairs. Stopping all movement, including my breathing, I listened, and heard as they began to climb the stairs. 

Suddenly the conversation stopped, and the movement stopped. Had I been spotted? Tightening my hold on my knife, I sprang out knowing my best chance at defense was surprise. 

Boy was I surprised. 

My little sister's frightened scream, and her boyfriend's shout of terror were something I was counting on. Only I was counting on it coming from a burglar or a rapist or something. Not my little sister. 

"I am going to kill you, you stupid bastard!" My sister's shout of rage hit me quickly as I looked from her to her stunned boyfriend. 

"Andi? What the hell are you doing?" I asked quickly coming to my senses. 

"James you are so dead!" 

"Uh. . ." Andi's boyfriend was slowly backing up, walking slowly down the stairs. "I'll call you later, Andi." He said as he turned and ran out the door. 

"Ben, wait! He's just. . ." The front door slammed on her explanation. "my brother. " Andi turned to me and began to walk up the stairs, her expression as frightening as hell week. "You weren't supposed to be here till next Monday." 

"No," I said correcting her, "This Monday. Today." I stated. My sister came to rest a foot away from me, and I could tell she was steaming mad. Her face was bright red in color and her eyes looked ablaze.

"Why did you have to scare him off like that? Geese, James, I'm eighteen now. I do have sex." 

I cringed. When I had left home my sister wasn't quite fifteen, now she was eighteen and having sex? I had to admit, she was getting more than I was then. Unable to help myself I gazed quickly down at my sister's body. Well, she wasn't little anymore. Nice rack, smooth curves, long legs... man! She's your sister! My eyes instantly clicked back to her's with that reminder. 

"You are a dead man." 

Before I realized her intent, Andi decked me. More stunned than knocked off balance, I fell backward, landing hard on my butt. Andi gave me a cocky smile, and walked past me down the hall to her room. "Oh, really?" I asked under my breath. "This is war." As Andi opened the door to her room, I grabbed her around the waist.

"Hey, put me DOWN!" Andi screamed as I tossed her on to my shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

"No, I believe you started a war."

"No, you did! You chased Ben out of here!"

"I did no such thing." I said as I calmly kicked her door shut and strode into her room. I was relieved to find it free of posters of N*SYNC and Backstreet Boys. She did have one poster, a poster I was a little shocked to see. It was a large movie size poster, an advertisement to join the SEALs. "I didn't say one word to him, Andi. He just ran off when he saw me."

"Big shock there." Andi mumbled under her breath. "You looked like you were going to kill us when jumped out like that. Was that Dad's old hunting knife?"

"Yep." Tossing her on her bed, I smiled evilly at her. "As I have herd it said before. . .I declare war!" I made an overly dramatic lunge at her, and began to tickle her unmercifully. She had always hated being tickled. 

"James!!" Andi screamed as I tickled her. "Stop! Please! She was laughing so hard I could barely understand her. I smiled to my self and realized that this was the most fun I had had since I left home. It felt as if the last three years hadn't happened. I felt like I was seventeen again, a week before I left for the Navy, and I was simply hanging out, or rather tormenting my sister.

Andi struggled against me, slapping my hands as she laughed. I leaned over her and had to shout over her laughing:"This is what you get! SEALs never back down!" I laughed as my sister tried to pull herself away. 

Pulling her back next to me, Andi wised up. She started to tickle me. I hadn't been tickled in so long I forgot what it felt like. Suddenly she was the aggressor, and I was too weak to push her all the way away. Andi took advantage of her position and straddled my hips, tickling my side now. 

My eyes had closed in horror when Andi began to tickle me. When I opened my eyes, despite my best efforts, I got a hard on. It had been a year and a half since my last sexual escapade, and seeing a girl, albeit my sister, straddling my hips in a mini skirt, well it did me in. I closed my eyes, in pure bliss, and with out consulting my brain, my hips arched and I began to no longer feel the tickling. 

Andi must have felt my erection, because as suddenly as the war had started, it ended. Andi was leaning down close to my face when she stopped. Opening my eyes slowly, I saw my sister's face. It was about six inches from mine, and completely devoid of any expression. Oh shit! my brain screamed. Get out! Your gonna blow!

I turned my whole body to the left, trying to roll Andi off of me so I could get into my own room to masturbate and shoot my load. Andi wasn't going to have any of that. As I rolled, Andi locked her legs around me, and I ended up on top of her, my body resting between her thighs. Andi had her arms wrapped around my middle, and looked up at me innocently. "Andi, let me up. I need to get out of here." I said quite desperately. 

"No."

"No?" Andi arched her hips and rubbed my straining hardon. I closed my eyes against the pure pleasure she had reeked in my body. I felt my lower lip quiver with pleasure. This is wrong! My brain screamed at me. Wrong very wrong. "Andi . . ." I said, my voice pleading, unsure.

When I opened my eyes, I found her looking at me, with an almost pleading look on her face. Her face rested just inches from mine, and as I stared into her eyes, I knew what was going to happen. Slowly lowering my head, Andi met me half way, and our lips touched. Turning my head, I opened my mouth and was lucky to find my sister's tongue brushing against mine. Instantly my mind went from "no no no" to "gotta get inside a pussy." I ground my hips into her's, reveling in the pure unadulterated pleasure it caused me. 

Breaking our kiss, I looked down at her. "How far are you willing to go with this?" I asked. If she didn't want to screw, then I needed out, now. Andi arched her hips against my raging boner and I nearly fainted. 

"All the way." She whispered. I groaned.

Andi smiled, and pushed against my shoulder, a sign I took to roll off of her. Andi rolled off the bed, and stood at the edge. "Come over here." She said. I moved over until I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Andi in front of me. 

My sister was pretty for an 18 year old. Dark rich brown hair pulled back with some sort of clip thing, a dark blue spaghetti strap tank top covered a nicely formed rack (my guess- they are natural- C's) and a short denim mini skirt. Andi began to make her hips sway, moving to their own rhythm. 

She turned bending over, and doing a bump and grind to my face. I have to admit, I didn't mind all that much. When she stood again, she glanced at me over her shoulder, and pulled her tank off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She turned, and I was lost. 

Her tits were nice, bouncy and perky. Her nipples were a dark brown, and already peaking. I don't know how she got on the bed, if I put her there nicely, or if I threw her on to it. "Enough," I said, my voice ragged. "I need to cum." I bounded off the bed, and took my uniform off more quickly than I ever had before. I had my shirt off, and I was working on my matching tan dress pants when Andi moaned. I looked up and noticed she was touching herself under her panties. 

She had hiked her skirt up, and slipped a hand inside herself while I had taken my shirt off. 

"Your driving me crazy." I grated out. I laid down on the bed, and spread her thighs wide. I could see the finger she was sliding in and out of her pussy through her panties. I almost blew my load then and there. 

"Lucky fingers," I moaned watching her. Hooking my hands on the straps at her hips, I pulled her panties down to reveal a nicely trimmed bush. A musky womanly smell emitted from between her thighs, and all I wanted to do was pop off in her cunt. 

I looked up at her I saw her palming her titties. God, all she could possibly do was turn me on. 

Reaching down, I unbuttoned my pants, and pushed them down far enough to release my straining cock. My cock sprang free, and I groaned as the cool air hit it. Raising myself over Andi, I leaned down and licked each nipple lightly, just enough to make her want more.

Finally I came face to face with my sister. I put one hand between her thighs, and spread them as far as they would go. Using the same hand, I grasped my cock and rubbed the tip on Andi's clit. 

"Oh yes. . ." She moaned and arched up. As she arched up, I let my cock go, and let it slide down into the crevice of her. Once I reached it, I began to slowly push inside. I had always impressed my girlfriends with my dick. It is about seven and a half inches when hard, and when added to the thickness of it, about three quarters as thick as a can of pop, girls went wild. If they wanted long, I was. If they wanted thick, I was. I could pleasure them no matter what. 

I pushed into her, and was greeted nicely. I had never fucked virgins this tight. My sister felt so great. It was like sticking my cock into an electrical outlet. Unable to help myself, I pushed all the way inside hard and fast. "Oh god yes!" Andi screamed as I thrust into her. I let myself rest for a few seconds inside her, trying to regain my stamina. Pulling out slowly, I pushed inside her again, and was greeted sweetly when she raised her knees to take me deeper inside. I repeated the movements, slowly. I began to pump myself into her, steadily. It was by far the greatest feeling of my life. Her eagerness got the better of me though.

"OH GOD!" Andi screamed, her nails clawing my back. 

"Oh Andi. . baby your so damn tight." I ground out, my cock slamming into her hard now. "Oh god. . .should I. . pull out?" I asked between gasps for air. 

"No. . .cum inside me, James. I need to feel your cum inside me. . ."With my sister's approval, I shot off inside her, jerking and spasming as I came. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Andi. 

Disappointment lined her face. She didn't think I could make her cum. Pushing as deep as I could go, I forced myself to go on. I wasn't soft, but I was kind of tender. I kept thrusting and pumping while watching her. "Does that feel good, baby?"I whispered

"Yes, yes, James. I love it." She moaned in return

"You like my dick inside you, don't you? Sliding in and out." 

"Oh yes... oh god."

"Tell me what to do baby." I said, sliding my tongue along her bottom lip.

"Oh James. That's right pump me hard. Harder, James! Harder!" I fucked her as hard as I could, surprised to find myself building to another cum. "Yes, oh that's . . .YES!! I'm cumming! Oh I'm Cumming!!!ooohhhhh. . ." suddenly her pussy began to tighten and massage and ripple over my cock, and I knew she was cumming. Listening as she screamed my name, and feeling her cum around my cock, I shot off another huge load into her. 

Finally I rolled off of her, and lay on my back next to her, gasping for air. I felt exhausted, a good exhausted though. The air smelled like sex, and I was proud of myself. That was the first time I had ever cum twice with one hard on.

"Whoa." I said on a harsh groan.

"Yea." Andi agreed. For some reason, I expected to feel weird afterward, but I didn't. I felt great. Energetic. 

I tried to remind myself that this was her idea. I had, after all, done willingly what she'd wished of me. Andi slid a hand over my slick body, and I shivered in response. I wanted her again. She was killing me. I never guessed how her soft her touches would make me so fucking hard again so quickly. I was beyond caring that my entire body was trembling, beyond worrying about the groans that broke from my lips, every time she brushed my rock hard dick. Andi smiled wantonly at me, as she rose to her knees and pulled off her skirt, and tossed it to the ground. Sitting beside me, she continued to touch my body in ways that made me want to scream. 

All I could think about was holding on to the bed with both hands, to whether to keep myself from grabbing her or to keep from bucking so hard beneath her, that I would toss her down to the ground, I didn't know. Andi slid her hand down to my groin, and wrapped her hand around my thick cock. Slowly stroking it upward, then back down again. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Even in my wildest days as a new Navy recruit. 

I closed my eyes in pure pleasure, and Andi must have been waiting for that, because as soon as I did, I felt my ramrod slide into her moist, and hot mouth. I knew I couldn't hold back another second. Pulling her up, I noticed, that some how, Andi had gotten the rest of my clothing off with out my knowledge or permission. I pulled her on top of me, and forced her to straddle my thighs. 

She cried out when I pushed into her with one hard, fierce thrust, thankfully it wasn't in pain, it was a cry of my name. More like a scream. Only my need to know she was cumming when I did this time, made me hold back from popping off in her wet cunt right then and there. Shifting my hips, I made sure that on every down thrust, her clit slid along my cock, making her every movement feel tantalizing. I felt Andi tremble on the first down stroke. Reaching up, I slid my hands up her ribcage to hold her titties in my palms. They were full, and bouncy. I let my thumbs rub over the nipples, making them hard, and I began to caress her nipple with my forefinger and thumb, pinching lightly as she rode me. Her eyes locked on mine, as my hot thickness drove into her again and again. 

"Ugnnnn. . ." Her moans as she rode me told me how much she liked how I fucked her. I drove deep into her, pushing as far as I could reach. The moment she clawed my chest, raking her nails over my hard nipples, I knew I was lost. I felt an explosion boiling up inside my balls, aching to get out, and when I pushed deep to let it flow, I herd her cry out. Her deep cunt muscles contracted fiercely at the precise moment my cock filled and expanded to it's fullest, to shoot inside her. I nearly screamed at the intensity of my orgasm. My cock thrusting wildly shooting shot after shot of my warm cock juice into her warm tight wet cunt. I clutched at her as wave after wave of jerking pleasure consumed me. 

Feeling exhausted, I dropped my head on to her pillows, and sighed. This was the best and most wonderful fuck of my life. Opening my eyes, I looked at the girl who was my sister, and sighed inwardly. For the first time in my life, I was having feelings that weren't at all brotherly toward her. Her eyes were closed, as she recounted her bliss, and when Andi finally opened her eyes and looked at me, she smiled, and I knew I was lost. 

Suddenly I was glad I wasn't her blood brother. (You see, when I was eleven, my parents divorced. My dad married Andrea who was three years younger than him, and who had a foster daughter, that she had adopted. Andi. Andrea wasn't related to me in any way, thank god. But I still treated her like a sister.) I was totally and completely in love with her. 

Everything made sense, then. The reason I never slept around when all the other soldiers went out to date, the reason, I always found a reason to write home to her. I loved her. I wanted nothing more in my life than to marry her, and make babies with her. 

That thought cleared my mind instantly. 

"Shit." I ground out, as Andi dislodged her body from mine. 

"What?"

"We forgot my damned condoms. Fuck, I had some in my duffel too." I had squirted my baby juice three times in her little body, and with my damned luck, she'd be pregnant by morning. "Are you on the pill?"

"No." 

I felt relief such as I had ever known sweep through me. Why? I didn't want her to get pregnant did I? I shook my head, even as I stood. This was all crazy. I was crazy. This wasn't going to work between us. No matter how earth shattering the sex was, a relationship between us could never work. 

Looking up I saw the SEAL poster again. Curiosity struck and held in my mind. Why the hell would she have a SEALs poster in her bedroom of all places. She couldn't become a SEAL, she was a woman, no, not even a woman yet. She was only eighteen years old. Oh, she's a woman!-some of my body parts shouted at me. 

"Andrea," I siad, turning back to her, "Why on Earth do you have a Navy SEALs poster in your room? You know they won't let women into ground combat, don't you?" I asked, looking at her. 

She was stretched out on her bed like a well fed cat, scratching her stomach lightly. It was a little odd to look at her with no clothing on, but when I saw a little of my cum splattered in her pubes, I felt, well, I felt proud of myself. 

"You'll laugh." She said, shaking her head at me. I shook my head, and crossed my arms over my chest. 

"Boy scouts honor." I said.

Andi looked up at me guiltily, before sitting up, and bowing her head, as if she were in confession. "I found the poster in the school trash. I brought it home at first, thinking it would make me feel closer to you. It did for a while." Andi paused as she spoke to me, and then sighed. "I felt like you were home again when I had the poster up. 

"Then one day, I was masturbating when I looked up and saw the poster. I couldn't help but imagine you with me. Pumping me hard like you just did. After a while, I could only imagine you fucking me. I couldn't think of anything else. I wanted your body. I have for the longest time." She whispered the last of that confession on a whisper as if she were ashamed. 




Coming Home



I sat back down on her bed, and pulled her into my arms. Dispite the fact that I was in total shock, I knew that Andi was ashamed of herself and wanted, no needed, my support and approval of her. 

"Andi," I whispered to her. "It's alright. I love you." I had said it, but I didn't think that she knew how I ment it. I said it to the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, the woman I wanted to take my name, and carry my children. She just nodded, her head bumping my chin in the process. No, she didn't know. 

"When will you know?"

"Know what?" She asked.

"If your pregnant or not." I said, trying to keep the images of Andi with a distended belly full of my child get in the way of a potentially serious discussion. It was really hard to do.

"Next week." 

So be it.



Coming Home



This story is longer than I had originally envisioned, the characters seemed to begin having real lives. I have shortened this down a lot, but it's a project I intend to complete into a novel so if I continue this story with other chapters it's because the characters are asking me to, not because I want to bore you, ok?

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Shelle's eyes never left either of the screens in front of her. The reflection of her face stared back at her, as the bright blips on both screens moved as she directed. Just after her thirty third birthday, she stood 5'4" with a pugnacious attitude, spiky brunette hair and contrasting gray-green eyes, which changed to various hues in between as her moods changed, they tended to repose in a narrow-eyed stare, most of the time, especially at work. A wireless Motorola headset covered her smallish ears. The attached mike masked her mouth, which was large and mobile, but lipstick free. Her face was devoid of any cosmetic what so ever. In addition, except for a single helix piercing, a few purposely-mismatched studs and stars along the conch, ending in a solitary diamond stud in the lobe of her right ear; that was hidden by her headset, she sported no jewelry. She wore a three sizes too big, loose fitting, androgynous gray golf shirt, that gave any observer no clue to the size or shape of her 34B sports bra bound bust, and baggy shape-concealing cargo pants with a multitude of patch pockets. Her feet were thrust into black leather Nike cross trainers. A masculine black-faced Rolex GMT Master with a stainless steel bracelet was slung around her left wrist. It was not an ornament but functional. Her voice, when she spoke was low pitched and controlled, almost an affectation. As she spoke her ringless fingers danced across the keyboard beneath her screens. The fingers themselves were slim and tapered; nails expertly manicured but excessively short.

"Okay, Victor Foxtrot, reduce altitude by two thousand meters. Your approach is set for fifteen hundred meters on a heading of 350 degrees Tango, and you are cleared for an emergency landing on runway 19. We have one hundred percent cloud cover at a ceiling of approximately one five zero zero, and sixty percent visibility. There is light snow, and wind, force two to three, gusting, from the Nor-Nor West. The runway lights are flashing red and alternate yellow, and emergency crews are standing by. Good luck" she spoke into her headset to the pilot four miles out of Pearson International Airport with a computer malfunction aboard his aircraft. It had made it impossible to plug his ship into Pearson's ACP (Air Controllers Program), and let the computers land the giant Boing 747 D automatically. Add in that it had been snowing for forty-eight hours straight, it was not going to be a simple touchdown, it was going to be a bump and grind, and took total concentration. Perspiration beaded her forehead and seeped from her pits, Her skin shone, as she directed the plane with its two hundred odd passengers to safety.

"Roger that Tower, this is Victor Foxtrot, coming round to heading of 350 degrees Tango, and altitude reducing to one five zero zero, I am cleared for approach, on runway 19, I see the lights, thank you Tower. I am reducing power and making final approach, wheels down and locked! I have all greens on my panel! I owe you, Tower. Victor Foxtrot, out." The pilot responded to her, as his large passenger jet banked gracefully, and slid from the air onto the designated runway, followed by a cavalcade of fire engines and emergency vehicles.

Less than an hour before her shift should have ended, Victor Foxtrot had radioed in from somewhere over the American Midwest informing Air Traffic Control that their onboard computer was malfunctioning and that the rest of the flight and landing at Toronto's Pearson International would be manual, hands on, with no computer aids. As shift supervisor she had taken the information to the Air Controller Administrator, who had told her that Victor Foxtrot was hers, "Just get the bird down safely", was his only instruction. 

Shelle looked at the clock above her station and cursed under her breath, she was late, she was so fucking late, that it wasn't worth even phoning to apologize. Shit, shit, shit! Two hours ago, she should have been sitting at a restaurant, having dinner with Marnie, discussing their future. She had finally gotten the bird down safely, but, Marnie would be impossible to deal with now, she knew. She hit Marnie's number on her cell, and was immediately transferred to voicemail. She stuffed her things and Iridium Motorola cellular phone, into a bag, while pulling the headset from her head, grabbed and zippered up her parka, and headed out the door to the car park, and ignored the congratulatory pats on her back, from her co-workers on shift.

She took no notice of the slushy snow or legal speed limit as she sped her Jeep Cherokee away from the airport and towards the city on the freeway, brushing her unruly spiked hair with her fingers while looking into the rearview mirror and ignoring the dark circles around her eyes. In her heart she knew Marnie would have left the restaurant and gone home to their apartment, by now. That she would find Marnie in bed crying or so pissed off that she'd end up sleeping on the sofa in the living room, but she had to make the effort to get to the restaurant and empty table, if only to satisfy herself, that she could say, she had made the effort.

It was close to eleven, almost three hours late, when she found a parking spot near the rather pretentious Provincial French Restaurant that Marnie fancied. The Maitre D spotted her as soon as she entered, his nose rose instantly, Shelle knew trouble when she saw it, and this was trouble. He cut a path like Moses parting the waters, as he bore down on her, holding out a piece of paper, the sneer not disguised, his mustached upper lip actually quivered as he handed her Marnie's note written on the bottom of a bill. There were just two words scratched almost right through the paper, succinctly "Fuck You" 

There is no accent for getting the insult across, quiet like the French, "She said you would pay." He said ambiguously," It is $193.25, less, of course, the obligatory gratuity." He held out his hand.

The apartment was cold and in darkness. Shelle flicked on the hall light and called "Marnie, its me honey, I'm sorry I didn't make the restaurant, come on I'll make it up to you, baby, hey I'm sorry." 

There was no answer. She walked to the bedroom, expecting it to be locked, it wasn't. She opened the door, the bed was bare. Marnie's closet was open, and stripped. The drawers on Marnie's side of the bed had been pulled out, half used and empty bottles of perfume and make up and potions were scattered and strewn over the dresser. Written across the mirror in twelve inch crimson lipstick letters was a message, "I am not coming back, its over!!!"

Shelle knew in her heart that it had been over for some time. All they ever did was fight or have make up sex, there were no moments of contentment together, in between, any more. No happiness. She knew, as well, that it was her fault, her career as an Air Traffic Controller had the highest break-up and divorce rate, double than any other profession in the country. Marnie just couldn't cope with the excuses, the broken appointments, the long hours Shelle worked, and the stress that filled her. It came with the job.

It might have taken five months to coax a straight, albeit bi-curious, Marnie into her lesbian bed, but it had taken five years to drive her away. Oh my God! She glanced at the calendar on the wall. There was a red ring around the 20th. Five years to the day, it was their five-year anniversary tonight. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She flopped belly first onto the bed and cried, heart wrenching sobs wracked her lean frame, Marnie, oh sweet Lord, she had loved her so, her softness, her smile, the way she laughed, the way she depended on her and made sure to include her in all her decisions, and doings. Even her pride in manicuring nails, the sweet submissiveness, and now she was gone, gone, gone! Sleep came later, a dreamless state, face down, on the damp uncovered pillow that recharged her depleted body, but not her soul.

A persistent, annoying buzzing came through the fog, again, for the umteenth this time. Shelle opened a red sleep encrusted eye and looked at her watch as she reached for the phone. Shit it was 11:00! She had overslept! She fumbled with the receiver and mumbled, "Marnie, where are you, honey?"

The voice that answered was not Marnie's. It wasn't even female, "Er, is this Miss Michelle Campbell, I am addressing?" A male voice asked, the accent Caribbean not Canadian. 

Shelle sat up and held the receiver closer, "Yah," she replied, before automatically corrected herself, "Yes, this is Shelle Campbell" she said

"Um, Miss Campbell this is Sergeant Hamilton of The Island's Police Force. Your stepmother and I have being trying to contact you for the last three hours. We are phoning with very unfortunate news, your father met with an accident while driving, and I am very sorry to inform you, he is dead." The lilting voice said.

'Shelle sat on the bed, knees under her chin clutching the phone, "Huh? Dad, dead?" she repeated, "What? How?" She asked.

"We are investigating, Miss Campbell, please accept my condolences, your father and stepmother are dear friends of mine, he will be sorely missed by many on the Islands. If there is anything I can do, please do not hesitate to ask."

'Shelle sat gripping the telephone "I'm on my way." She said, unable to speak further.

The phone at her father's house seemed to be permanently busy; she'd just have to arrive without telling her stepmother she was coming. It took until later in the afternoon to organize a leave of absence at work and buy an airline ticket to Miami, and a connection to the Islands, on her Visa. Once on the Main Island she would go to her father's home on the South Island either by ferryboat or by seaplane. 

Marnie did not answer her cell, either, all Shelle got was Marnie's damn voice mail, nor were her parents very forthcoming as to their daughter's whereabouts. None of their friends were very helpful either, Marnie had polarized most of their friends and was intent, and it seemed to punish her with a stony silence. 'Shelle left messages for Marnie on her cell and with whoever she could, before stuffing her toothbrush and toiletries into a bag, with a small suitcase of clothes and underwear, and headed out to the airport.

The high winged Cessna 185 Skywagon was fitted with floats and banked gently as the pilot eased the yoke and lifted the nose, the vibration and drone inside the small cockpit altered perceptibly as the pilot flicked various toggle switches in front of him, The short flight had become an education when the handsome suntanned pilot, complete with "Raybans" and floral shirt, khaki shorts and Magnum moustache, had learned one of his passengers was a bono fide Air Traffic Controller from a busy airport. He insisted she sit up front in the co-pilot's seat, handed her the only other set of headphones aboard and chatted to her the entire flight. The other two passengers were subject to shouting or gesturing to be understood the entire twenty minutes they were in the air.

"The '185' was never designed to take off from the sea." He said sagely, "So I do everything I can to protect my plane from corrosion. The engine does not purge its bearings cleanly at sea level; it needs to be re-lubricated after every flight. I remounted all my radios and navigation instruments in polystyrene so they wont get wet if there is a little water spraying about." He chuckled as the small plane touched down almost effortlessly, about half a mile from the shore; the pilot spoke briefly to some aviation authority on the radio, before completing the instruction session. The little plane taxied toward a wooden jetty, "Amazingly similar to landing with wheels, isn't it?" He asked. "Except you have no brakes, of course, so we taxi with full UP elevators. If you chop throttle to slow idle, the plane will point into the wind, see? If you advance throttle about 4 clicks, it establishes a steep angle on the bow wave and heads off downwind, like this." He demonstrated, as the plane turned after splashing down lightly onto the sea surface and turned towards a wooden sided concrete jetty about a mile from where they had touched down. The float's rudders work with the stick, but are pretty ineffectual in my opinion. "In between those throttle settings, you can crosswind taxi while steering with throttle instead, like I'm doing now, but I'm careful to hold the upwind wing down with the aileron, it makes it much tidier. The only other difference from being on a runway is that it's bloody inconvenient to walk out to your plane if some damn fool unties it and it drifts off, unless, of course, they are about to establish a religion in your name." He said with a grin as the floats expertly nudged the white painted tires along the wood of the jetty without leaving so much as a smudge of rubber on the paintwork. The sounds of the seagulls and surf filled the void left by the engine after the magneto was earthed and all the toggles were flicked off. "Enjoy your stay on our Islands, thank you for flying Islands Aviation," he concluded as 'Shelle climbed out of the plane and onto the jetty.

Shelle stepped ashore and waited until the pilot handed her, her luggage. She slung the bag and hoisted her case while walking towards the end of the jetty. The biggest blackest man she had ever seen blocked her way. Karl Hamilton was around 50 years old, gray beginning to seep into his short hair. He stood at least 6'10" tall, and weighed around 300 pounds, none of it fat. He was in official uniform, starched crisp khakis and baseball cap complete with gold police badge. Gold chevrons denoting his rank shone on his massive biceps.

"Miss Campbell?" He asked barring her way with one huge arm.

"Yes I'm Shelle Campbell." She answered.

"Karl Hamilton, I spoke to you this morning on the phone," he greeted, "if you follow me, pointing to a police vehicle, I'll drive you." He said without waiting for an answer. He turned and lifted her suitcase from her hand and walked to the official Range Rover parked strategically at the end of the jetty. Shelle followed the black giant to his car, and watched as he placed her case in the back seat and opened the passenger door for her.

Shelle's parents had been divorced for about twenty years; her mother remained a bitter alimony dependant divorcee in Toronto, while her father chose to live in the Caribbean, and had settled on South Island and remarried a woman nearly twenty years his junior. Shelle had shuttled alone to and from the Islands for vacations with her dad since her twelfth birthday. She had last seen her dad just before Marnie had moved in with her, five years ago. She had often wished that she and Marnie had visited her dad and vacationed at his beautifully situated villa on the beach of Leeward Cove. Tears welled in her eyes; well it was too late now!

The drive from the harbor to her dad's house was in silence; she was overcome with emotion and quiet grateful to the huge policeman's kindness, and silence. The Range Rover stopped just before a sharp bend; the railing had been bent, buckled and torn from its posts, surf pounded at the rocky shore line at least one hundred feet below them.

"Your father's car went over the cliff here," he said. "He had been with Kim when she locked up the bar at about 2:00am. She swears that he had, maximum, two beers to drink all night, but at least four glasses of plain cola, while playing dominoes with his usual cronies and waiting for closing time. He had been at the yacht basin all afternoon and early evening getting their new boat ready, since she needed her car the following morning to do some early shopping for the bar, and your father had wanted to sleep in after a hard days work in the sun, they had gone home in separate cars, she left him in front of the bar, he never got home, what puzzles me, is that its true, what she said, he had not recently consumed any alcohol, his blood had zero alcohol content, but his clothes were soaked in Rum". He continued. "You will also note a lack of skid marks." He added as an afterthought.

"Dad is, I mean, was, an Amstel Lager or J&B man, Rum was too harsh for his educated palate, he always said." She said, as they looked over the cliff." Who is Kim? A new girlfriend? What happened to Ria?" She asked. "One more thing, how did you know I was on that flight?" She added as an afterthought.

Karl Hamilton's grin was cold and relentless. "Nothing or nobody moves on the Islands and I don't know about it." He answered. "Kim is Ria's sister." He answered slowly, "At first, when Kim arrived here I was worried, Like Maria she is South African, but, ex military, if you can believe that. She ran with a bad crowd though, doing 'blow' and 'ganja' and xtc, heaven knows what else, crewing drug boats for Miles Harris. Not that I could prove anything against her or Mister Harris of course, he keeps his nose very clean around here." He shrugged.

He continued "Your father, bailed her out, after I arrested her for 'possession'. All this happened about four years ago, she was an addict by then, and a total mess. Your father and Ria worked a miracle with her, from that day on," he continued, "she turned her life around, thanks to them, they saw her through detox and rehab, she worked for them, after that, eventually taking over management of the bar, from Ria. It gave Ria and your father more time together. Last month Kim and your father successfully outbid Harris at an auction for a confiscated 65' drug running sailboat. Tricked him they did. Now that was something. I have never seen Harris more peeved." They drove the rest of the way in silence.

Her father's house looked the same as when she had last visited. Perhaps the terraced bougainvillea was more lush, the lawn greener, it was beautiful and tranquil, Shelle tried not to cry as the huge policeman followed her to the front door. No home on the Islands need lock their door, her dad had always bragged, she opened the front door. Dressed in a simple blouse and blue jeans, Ria met her there; she hadn't aged, she still had magnificent natural blonde hair, so long she could sit on it, add incredibly long legs, a girlishly slim waist and large thrusting 36D breasts that defied gravity. When she was younger Shelle remembered she had been a model, and still beautiful, even at forty-five. Her face was blotchy, her eyes were red from tears, and obviously the loss of her father had affected her step-mom very deeply. Ria enfolded her in a tearful hug. She and Ria were mother/daughter, close, but their love for her father had brought them to a point of closeness, while not exactly blood family, made them more than just comfortable in each other's company, unlike her real mother, Ria seemed to understand about Shelle's sexuality. She had made her father see that Shelle was still, Shelle: The same person he had held seconds after she had been born; the same little person he had tickled and made ridiculously funny faces at; taken to school the first day; kissed scraped knees and booboos, and brushed her hair, watched her skate and play soccer, grounded when she missed a curfew and a million other things dads do for, and with, their kids. Shelle was forever grateful to Ria for that.

While the women were embracing the large policeman put Shelle's case on the front door step but did not enter, Ria smiled at him. "Care for some tea, Karl, I have a fresh pot brewing? Everybody has been so kind; there must be a ton of food to eat if you are hungry, Shelle? Everybody we know had dropped off food for us. " She said looking first to Karl, then Shelle, her voice was melodic, the accent precise and Polo Club English sounding, the vowels were flatter however, South Africans were often mistaken for Brits.




Coming Home



Karl gave Ria a white toothy grin." Rooibos?" He asked, obviously addicted to the South African herbal tea, that Ria had imported from her homeland.

"I knew you'd be drop Shelle off about now, so of course it's Rooibos." She answered.

The two wandered off to the kitchen and tea, Shelle lugged her case to what had been her bedroom; she opened the door. It was obviously no longer her bedroom; a slender blonde girl lay on her back, asleep, on a king-sized bed. She was naked, deeply tanned, her face masked by the crook of her arm, but her untanned breasts were large, obviously she didn't tan topless, the amber aureole of her reposed nipples were big and puckered, she was slim-waisted, flat bellied with generous hips, and long muscled legs; which were parted, exposing a neatly trimmed bush that matched the thick long blonde tresses on the pillow.

Shelle involuntarily sucked in her breath and muttered an apologetic "Sorry". At the sound, the woman on the bed moved in a blur, Shelle felt a dull thump below her eye, a bright searing light flooded her brain, an agonizing pain spread over her heart as a tremendous blow thudded into her left breast. The sleeping woman had erupted from the bed before Shelle could lift an arm in defense. She found herself sprawled on the bedroom floor, staring mesmerized into the incredibly large barrel of an automatic pistol, while a knee pressed painfully into her stomach. " Ma-Ria, call the police, someone is breaking in." The woman shouted, oblivious of her own nakedness.

Karl Hamilton raced from the kitchen, gun in hand, he burst into the room, followed closely by Ria, he skidded to a halt. Very quickly he holstered his own pistol, and clearly and concisely in a tone that brooked no interference he said, "Kim, put your gun down and let her up, she is not breaking in, she's Geoff's daughter, Shelle."

Shelle felt the weight lift off her stomach as Kim backed off from her supine body. There were two audible metallic clicks as she flicked on the safety catch and lowered the hammer of her weapon. Still unaware to her stark nakedness, she withdrew to the far side of the bed, breathing heavily the gun still pointing at Shelle.

The large policeman held out his hand to Shelle, and hoisted her to her feet. He averted his eyes to Kim's nakedness, "Give me the gun, Kim!" He ordered while Shelle felt and rubbed the parts of her body that throbbed.

Kim's reply to Karl was a defiant snarl, "Its my weapon, sergeant, I have a license for it, you issued it to me, remember? Since Geoff's murder I'm jumpy, I'm sorry," she turned to Shelle, "I'm nervous and you scared the shit out of me, I am really sorry." Her eyes were enormous, liquid cobalt blue, and possibly the most beautiful eyes Shelle had ever seen. Her accent was identical to her sisters, sounding almost upper crust British, but with the same flattened vowels, her voice husky, low and even at a time like this, seductive. She no longer aimed her weapon at anything but a patch of vacant floor. She pulled at the bed's comforter, her hands shaking; she dropped her weapon on the bed, and began to gather the bedclothes around her shoulders, concealing her nakedness.

Still shaken, Shelle reached her fallen case and painfully retreated, hobbling, from what was now obviously Kim's room, Karl and Ria followed. 

Ria opened the door to another bedroom, "Use this one for now, Shelle, I'll get Kim to move her stuff out of your room, you can have it back tomorrow."

"And get beaten up again or shot at? No thanks this one is fine, Ria, honest." Shelle replied dropping her case and bag on the bed, and opening the drapes, and looked out the large windows at the tranquil beach and azure blue sea vista, that all the rooms in the house enjoyed. 

Ria nodded briefly, "I'll let you settle in, Karl suggested, just now before the ruckus, that we should get hold of Theo Shepstone our solicitor, your dad left you a considerable inheritance. I am sure if you are up to it, we can have the will read here tonight." She said, as she and the huge policeman left her to finish their tea in the kitchen.

Theodopolus Shepstone was a short, rotund relative of Karl Hamilton, with whom he arrived promptly at 8:00 PM. When Ria, Kim, Karl and Shelle were seated in the sitting room, the pompous little gray haired man opened his leather attaché case, without preamble, he began "Here is Geoffrey Stephen Michael Campbell's last will and testament," he said unnecessarily, as he unfolded a bulky document, "he very recently had it updated, in fact it was only lodged with The Master of the Supreme Court on the Main Island a few days ago."

Ria, Kim and Karl sat on a large sofa, Shelle sat to one side in an easy chair, still wary of the gun toting Kim, and waited as the solicitor theatrically put on a pair of bi-focals, and began to read her father's last wishes.

"To my wife, Maria Elisabeth Campbell, nee du Toit, I leave our home on Leeward Cove, free and clear of any mortgage or debt. In addition, all vehicles in my name, all the money in my, or joint bank accounts, the title and proceeds of my share portfolio, should she wish to liquidate them, or continue to invest, as she sees fit, finally, an additional ten percent share in the saloon bar known as "The Buck & Ear", which we jointly own, this is in addition to the fifty percent share she holds as joint owner and partner. 

"To my daughter Michelle Eleanor Campbell, I leave fifty percent of my remaining share in the saloon bar and grill known as, "The Buck & Ear". This totals twenty percent ownership. As well as a fifty percent share in the yacht charter business Campbell Charters."

"To Kimberley Maria du Toit who has become a daughter to me, I leave the remainder of my share in the saloon bar and grill known as " The Buck & Ear", this totals twenty percent ownership, and a fifty percent share in the yacht charter business Campbell Charters."

" I need to mention here that Campbell Charters is a new venture only recently started. It's only asset, a recently purchased 65' Wooden hulled Ketch made in Russia. The purchase price of the vessel was $30,000.00 bought at auction after it was confiscated by our drug enforcement agency, for illegally transporting narcotics. Since its re-fit it was insured for $300,000.00" The lawyer interjected.

"To all three women in my life, Maria Campbell, Michelle Campbell and Kimberley du Toit, I leave the proceeds of my life insurance policies, totally approximately $3,000,000.00, to be held in trust by Ria and good friend, Karl Hamilton, as executors, to disburse as they see fit".

"To my ex-wife Rosemary Campbell, nee Bailey I leave $1.00 Canadian, and a set of Stuart cut classes and matching decanters, with gold inlays, which she hounded me for since our divorce."

" There are a number of small bequests to local charities, the orphanage, and hospital, ET cetera." He intoned, before continuing.

He has also added a rider, which states. "Should anyone wish to contest this final will, I will consider it avarice, consequently that person will be excluded from any inheritance I bequeathed them, and the disputee's share be evenly shared by the remainder of my heirs." The lawyer concluded, and folded the document, and handed it to Ria, who nodded, and handed it to Shelle.

"I knew that's what he had planned, "she said, "if there are any things from the house you want, its yours, you know that?" 

The elderly lawyer, coughed. "There is one unrelated matter, as you know, Geoff used to use my offices and facilities when he began the charter business last month, this arrived, today." He said holding a fax to Kim.

Kim scanned the page she had been given, "It's a booking for a charter for a week, we have to have pick up a family, called Dixon, consisting of husband Peter, wife Sara and kids Peter jr. and Stacie. On The Main Island in the morning of Friday the 24th, that's three days from now. Cruise back to Miami with them, seven days cruising in total. With Geoff dead its impossible, we were going to crew her together, I cant sail and navigate her alone, she's just too big for single-handed sailing even if its just a morning under motor to The Main Island." She admitted sadly, "I don't know if any of the Dixon's even know how to sail."

Shelle looked at Kim and queried, "I own half that boat now, right?" She asked.

"That's what your dad's will says." Kim replied tartily.

"I can help you sail it, then, I know how to navigate, albeit, Aircraft navigation, the principles are the same." Shelle said.

"You?" Kim asked, almost sneering, "Have you ever sailed before?" 

"No I haven't sailed before," she rose to the bait, " but I know how to navigate and how difficult can it be to pull up some sails and steer a boat? Unless it involves beating up unsuspecting people and pointing guns at them" Shelle countered, her green eyes narrowing to their habitual slits.

"Jesus, you think sailing just involves pulling up sails and steering? Ma-Ria, Karl, you tell her, please." Kim countered, scathingly, her eyes lifted to the ceiling, and her hands balled into fists. "You are bloody lucky I didn't shoot your head off, bitch!"

Ria tried to keep the peace between the two combatants, "Settle down both of you, and think logically, both of you now own that boat, you are going to have to learn to get along, Kimberley you sit down and apologize immediately, you Michelle, you should learn to forgive what happened when you arrived, it was not personal it was pure instinct, she was in the military and her nerves are bad."

"Fine Ria, take her part, she's your sister." Shelle answered hotly.

Ria stood up, her normally pleasant features were now stern and her demeanor demanding." And you are behaving like a child Michelle. Kimberley you will apologize now! Both of you go down to the yacht basin tomorrow morning and see if between the two of you, you can handle that bloody boat, and each other. Do you understand me? Both of you?"

"Handle her? I'll kick her arse! Apologize? She bursts unannounced into my bedroom while I'm sleeping and I have to apologize? Never!" Kim retorted.

"Kick my arse? You bitch, I'll knock the crap out of you so fast you'll think you died of diarrhea!" Shelle blustered.

"Stop it both of you! " Ria screamed, "If neither of you can behave like adults go to your rooms." She demanded.

The argument abated under Ria's pressure, the obviously flustered lawyer had gathered all his papers and fumblingly closed them in his briefcase, turning to his nephew "Karl I think I should be going home now." He said before smiling at the women, "I am available at any time if you have any queries or problems, I really should be getting home its late. Come Karl, please take me back home, Good-night ladies." With that, not waiting for the large policeman to reply he made his way to the door.

Karl rose from the sofa, gave the two arguing girls a disapproving look, before giving Ria a consoling hug, before following his uncle out the door to his car. His soft whisper to Ria before he left was lost on the two steaming girls. "You and Geoff wanted these girls to be together, now lets hope they don't explode."

Ria tried to keep her composure; she drew a deep breath, and began her lecture. "You two behaved abominably " I cant believe that you two did this tonight. My God, you are grown women, not children. That this should happened tonight, of all nights. And this, in front of poor Theo." She said angrily, before continuing. "You need to think of what just happened, you two have both lost someone you love, and now you are trying to destroy each other and that will kill me. Stop it both of you! Shame on both of you I am going to bed, I suggest you two work this ridiculous pecking order squabble out, before it gets totally out of control. I mean it. Kimberley! Michelle! You two have so bloody much in common its uncanny, now I'm going to bed. Good night."

Shelle watched as Ria first stomped from the sitting room, followed by Kim, she felt shamed by what Ria had said. Damn it, Kim seemed intent to get under her skin. They had nothing in common, nothing.

Shelle woke up to lightning and thunder. Driving rain splattering against the windowpane. She glanced at her watch; it was just after 2:00. "Was this an omen?" She thought. She rolled out of the warm bed, and wondered for the first time where Marnie was and what she was doing. 

On impulse she picked up her cell phone and hit speed dial. After a few rings the usual voice mail message came on, Shelle spoke sleepily. " Hi Marnie, its me, uh I guess you must have got my messages, I am going to be here for at least another three weeks, My dad left me a few problems to sort out with his businesses. I hope we can talk to soon, ok? Phone me, ok? I'm missing you, ok? Bye" She flicked off her phone with a dejected sigh.

Half asleep, and Just in a T-shirt, she flopped back down on the large still warm bed, for a while she lay still, listening and watching the storm outside. She thought about the time she and Marnie had last made love, really made love to one and other, no, goddamit, no! Her thoughts kept going back to a tall and strong, lean bodied, big-breasted blonde. 

Huge caramel colored nipples kept filling her thoughts, pushing any thoughts of Marnie away. Soft blonde fur between her legs as she had been laying asleep when she had first seen her, the warmth of her body, instinctively Shelle's hand had begun meandering across her own body. Lost in reverie and beginnings of lust, she quickly pulled off her sleepwear, and quickly adopted the "position", on her back, head up against the pillows and headboard, her right hand grinding across her moistening pussy hair, her left hand fattening her small nipples with feather-light caresses until they became so sensitive, they began to ache, her back arched, quickly she inserted two fingers into her waiting wetness, her thumb bent slightly until it mashed up hard against her clit, there, oh yes just there! With her legs spread out wide, toes dug into the downy softness of the bed under her, she began to hump her hand. The orgasm began with telltale electric tics along her inner-thighs; her breathing quickened to short gasps as rapture flooded her, in waves of physical gratification. Her back arched as the final surge overtook her, leaving her feeling slightly empty, as masturbating alone always did for her.

She stretched, languorously enjoying the afterglow, the scent and taste of pussy after cumming, was special to her, she basked in it, lazily she began to lick her wet fingers as her left hand crept down to where her right had been moments before. Her left hand had a mind of its own, as thoughts and visions of Kim nude in the bedroom alongside hers flooded her still over-stimulated brain, the second far more intense orgasm began in her belly, ripples of pure pleasure radiated from there in waves that finally triggered about five or six little fountain like spurtings, which left her pussy and thighs dripping and a very wet spot in the center of the mattress. She dozed off, content, her mind filled with a delicious shamelessness until nature demanded an empty bladder. As the early morning light filled her bedroom, she rose and padded nude to the bathroom, next door.

Kim was sitting naked on the toilet, "Jesus! Don't you ever knock?" she squealed, her cobalt eyes blazing, her hands fluttered up, inadequately trying to cover her large breasts.

The aggression in the blonde's voice triggered Shelle's mocking response. " Do you know how to lock a door?" She asked scornfully. "You don't have to hide your tits I've seen better." She said with derision.

Shelle seethed as she returned to her room. Angrily she began to unpack the underwear, toiletries and clothes she had hastily packed in Toronto the day before. A black dress, a clean pair of baggy khaki cargo pants, and a pair of extra large golf-shirts one blue, one black she hung on hangers, in the closet. The three pairs of cotton boxers, one cotton sports bra and actual female black satin panties and matching bra set along with the hose that she'd need for the funeral went into the top drawer of the dresser. Black patent leather pumps were stowed in the closet. Quickly she put on the remaining rumpled green golf-shirt and dark green cargo pants, from her suitcase, after donning clean boxers but leaving off a bra because the session earlier had left her nipples tender to the touch. Once she was sure the bathroom was vacant she hurried in and did her morning ablutions.

Kim, pony-tailed, coral lip-glossed, looked fresh in a white T-shirt and matching white shorts was wolfing down cornflakes, and sipping coffee from a large mug, she overdramatically ignored Shelle, when and she helped herself to an identical breakfast. They sat and ate in stony silence.

Ria made her way into the kitchen. "Karl phoned earlier, he says that the coroner will rule Geoff's death as suspicious, the State's pathologist will need to completely examine the body by autopsy, and we will not be able to have a funeral for at least another two weeks." She said. "Are you two going to try and get along and sail the boat?"

Kim answered for both of them. "Yes Ria" Shelle nodded while swallowing her cornflakes. 

The rain and wind had abated; although overcast and a little breezy the day began to heat up as it does everyday in the Caribbean, although it would remain cloudy. Ria drove them to the marina; Ria did most of the talking, with the girls answering mostly in monosyllables.

Kim took a very large canvas bag out of the trunk. Ria left the girls standing in front of their large two masted sailboat; moored to the concrete jetty of the yacht basin. "Look we better get this sorted out first, before we step aboard. Onboard, there is only one person in charge, in this case, its me, I have been sailing since I can first remember. I have skippered many boats. There can only be one captain." 

Shelle nodded her agreement. "Since I've never sailed before, of course, on the boat, you're the boss.

"Welcome aboard then." Kim said as she nimbly stepped on board.

Shelle followed Kim aboard, while not the biggest, their boat with its two masts, brilliant white paintwork, its sails encased in blue covers was one of the largest and impressive in the yacht basin. Kim began to unlock various hatches and doors. 

A large blue Mercedes Benz pulled alongside the boat, an immense black man stepped out of the car followed by a short, well-built curly haired blond man, and by another white man, taller, extremely thin wearing blond dreadlocks. "The good looking one's Miles Harris, the guy with the dreads is his brother Kevin, called Kilos, and the black guy is Malcolm their bodyguard. Kim whispered to Shelle.

When Miles Harris spoke, it was pure East end cockney, "Hey Kim, sorry to hear about Geoff, did you and Ria get me condolence card?" he asked.

"I'm not sure Miles, we've been sent so many, but thank you." Kim answered.

"So who's your friend, Kim, I thought I knew everyone on the Island?" he asked.

"This is Michelle, we're in love, so you can keep your paws of her, and goons away. What can I do for you Miles, this is obviously not a social call."

"Always business eh, Kim?" Harris answered his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Story of my life Miles, story of my life." Kim said while shrugging her shoulders before continuing. "So talk Miles, I'm listening."

"Its simple Kim-love, I want to buy this boat." He said, " I was late getting there and you scammed me at the auction, before I could bid, you had won the auction, but now, with old Geoff's dead, I thought you might have changed your mind.

"Sorry Miles, no can do, I don't want to sell her. I like this boat. Geoff left it to me, its mine and I wont sell it, to you, or anybody."




Coming Home



"You sure about that darling? Strange things happen out there." He said pointing out to the open sea behind them.

"Is that a threat Miles?" Kim asked.

"You know better than that Kim-love. I'm not a threatner. I'm a doer" Came his almost bantering reply.

"No Miles, you hire thugs like Malcolm to do things for you. Get off Miles, take your slimy brother and hired muscle out of my sight, don't threaten me, or trying to get to Ria behind my back or I'll tell the cops. I swear, I know things about you Miles. You know that. We go way back, don't we? Things, maybe stuff that Karl Hamilton wants to hear. I am not the dumb bunny you thought you knew, now leave, before this gets ugly."

The dreadlocked younger brother stepped forward towards the gunwale. Where his brother exuded pseudo charm, he exuded pure malevolence; his accent was identical; his voice had a nasal pitch. "Miles, we aught to have got rid of the useless lesbo bitch when we had the fucken chance, I told you she'd end up nothing but trouble." He said to his brother, before moving forward lifting his fists aggressively." Listen to me you fucken dumb dyke cunt; if you know what's fucken good for you and your butch friend, you'll uh... " He stopped abruptly in mid sentence, and began to back off, Shelle looked at him, then at Kim and the menacing black pistol that had magically appeared in her left hand and was aimed at his head.

"That's right Kilos, come on, get rid of me," She said, exaggeratedly beckoning with the fingers her right hand, then quickly added while never taking her eye off her target." Malcolm if you even so much as breath, Kevin here, is dead, I want to see both hands, come on, you too Miles, either of you move I'll blow him away." Kim ordered in deadly earnest.

"Now now, Kim-darling, lets not get over anxious about a little boat, shall we? Kev, give it a rest, eh?" The elder Harris said, his hands and those of his bodyguard clearly visible.

"Listen to him Kilos, I swear you take one more step or threaten her and I blow your dreaddies right off! Now fuck off, all three of you. Get out of here! Now!" Kim ordered from behind her pistol.

The tension was broken as Shelle spoke, " This isn't going to end well for anyone, you guys just leave. Speak to our lawyer if you want to buy this boat, but I think you'll find its in probate and can't be sold, even if we wanted to." Kevin began to walk backwards until he was behind his brother, muttering something to his brother as he passed.

Kim lowered her weapon but held it at her side. The three men slunk into their limousine and drove off.

"Oh great! Now Miles will know who you are Shelle." Kim said breathing deeply.

"And that matters? Why, Kim?" Shelle asked, still shocked at what had just happened.

"He's an insidious snake, he'll use anything, or anyone he can to get what he wants, I used to work for him, I know how he works, and who he works for." Kim answered.

" I know, drugs. You used to crew boats for him, Karl told me" Shelle said.

"Yes I did stupid things before. Its far more than just drugs, Shelle, much more, he's contracted to the Colombian Cartel, the Russian Mafia, and half the Cuban, Haitian or American thugs that litter the Caribbean with their filth." Kim said bleakly." Come on lets get this boat underway, jump off, and quickly untie to bowline, that's the rope at the front. I'll do the stern." She said while nimbly jumping ashore and untying the rope from the metal bollard on the concrete jetty.

Shelle quickly jumped ashore and similarly untied the bowline before springing back onboard. Kim turned a key and simultaneously punched the two green buttons on the console beside the marine spoked steering wheel. The twin Russian copies of Caterpillar Diesels wheezed then sprang into life with a muted roar, and settled to a dull rumble beneath them. Kim expertly manipulated the helm and throttles and maneuvered the large craft away from the jetty and out of the yacht basin and into the open sea, with casual ease.

Once safely out in open sea, with no other boats nearby, Kim stood back from the helm, "Here, it's a good time to learn, as any, take control, keep heading on a course of 018." She ordered, pointing directly ahead.

Shelle stepped up to the wheel. Kim stepped behind her. The helm was positioned so that an average height person steering could see forward to the bow, and beyond. A large compass was positioned above the console dials, switches and the twin throttles stalks. 

The outer ring of the compass chattered as it moved off course. The choppy sea and propellers pushed the bow off its heading. Shelle, on her tip toes, was still to short to see over the bow, tried to counter the action of the sea and propellers, but the chattering compass moved off course faster, Kim stepped closer until their bodies were touching, the tall blonde reached the wheel and gently led Shelle's hands in the opposite direction, slowly the compass slowed and soon the bow began to return to the original heading, Kim stayed close, almost molding herself into Shelle's back. "It's a natural mistake, Shelle. You are trying to follow the compass, think of it this way instead, and think of the center of the compass as this boat. See? It even has the bow on it. See, Ok?" She said pointing to the center of the compass. Now think of the outer ring as the sea, it does not move but the inner circle does, now keep it on 018 degrees, a degree either side is also ok, got it?"

Shelle nodded, yes consider the outer ring as not moving, and the inner circle of the compass as the part that was moving, easy.... Shelle sensed a change in the woman standing behind her. It came to her subtly, she not only felt it in the way Kim pressed herself into her back, there was that faint aroma a woman gives off when sexually attracted, Shelle had begun to noticed it when she, herself began to press herself back shamelessly, her emotions were edgy and nervous for the first time since she was thirteen, she felt gawky and tongue tied, her own arousal began to betray her. Kim lifted her hands from Shelle's but remained molded to her. 'Kim wanted her, Oh my god, her knees quivered, Kim wanted her!' she thought. Shelle's nostrils drank in Kim's subtle telltale scent, her warmth, Kim's nipples had hardened and now penciled themselves into her receptive body, which began confusing her own resolve and the promises she had made to Marnie at one time, it was a humbling yet emancipating at the same time.

Shelle watched the compass and this time properly moved the helm to correct the action of the sea, Kim stayed at her back, those marvelous breasts pressed warmly into her receptive back, After a while the steering became more natural, as did the feeling of Kim at her back, with her arms now clasped lightly across her hips and belly, like it was an everyday thing, not their first lovers touch. Their knees bent and moved in unison as if they were slow dancing while their boat cut a path Northwards.

"You said, earlier before I came aboard, onboard you're the boss?" Shelle queried softly." What about when we're ashore?"

"Lets see when we're ashore ok?" Kim whispered in her ear, before kissing her neck with a wet warm loving kiss; that melted all Shelle's inhibitions.

Kim's hands traveled under Shelle's shirt, her warm fingers and palms slid over her belly, elated at finding no bra beneath the vastly oversized shirt, each hand chose a breast, lightly she clamped her hands over each still sensitive nipple. Her palms slid over one of Shelle's most erogenous zones; her nipples burgeoned and hardened themselves as her excitement quickened. She was finding it impossible to concentrate on steering. 

Kim's one hand slipped momentarily from caressing her left nipple, slid out of Shelle's shirt and pressed a button beside the compass Shelle had been trying to concentrate on. The original Russian had been dynotaped over, and now read, Auto Pilot.

"Oh my God, you scheming witch." Shelle said, as a little red light came on, on the console and the craft's gyroscopic compass began to steer their craft for them. "You knew all along that you could steer and sail this boat alone, the whole 'poor me I cant do it alone' thing of yours was a ploy."

Kim's hand had returned to her waiting supersensitive nipple. She tweaked it, pinching lightly, as she spoke." How else was I going to get you to want me?" she asked teasingly." I messed up our first time together, I had to make sure our second, was way better. Isn't this way better?" she asked.

Shelle's answer was a sensual moan; she could feel the wetness seeping between her spaghetti soft legs. Silently she begged for one of Kim's hands to slide down her torso but Kim seemed content in teasing her fat feverish nipples with tweaks, pinches or feather light caresses.

When Shelle could stand it no longer her hands reached down, she pulled the button free at the waistband, and one handed began to wriggle out of her cargo pants and boxers. Kim slapped her hand away gently and whispered, "No baby, let me do that." Knowing hands tugged gently downwards and Shelle felt her pants and boxers slide to her ankles.

Next Kim lifted both Shelle's arms; her shirt was drawn over her head. Shelle stood naked as the day she was born in front of the helm, still set on autopilot. The wind blew through her hair, over her naked body, cooling the warm dampness under her breasts, armpits and dank pubic hair, but not the wet warmth in her cunt. It was all so deliciously intoxicating, the heat of the sun on her shoulders and soft skin of her breasts, she felt so wanton. She wanted Kim. She needed Kim.

The moment Shelle was naked Kim got bolder, the caresses on her nipples were extended along her neck, jaw, and back, her thighs, the soft globes of her ass, her supersensitive sides were treated to soft loving exploratory touches and kisses, as each new erogenous zone was discovered so the slow sweet torture began again, Shelle stood with her eyes closed as her new love took control of her body and mind, the transition was slow and tranquil, however it became evident, that Kim's control superceded anything she had experienced before, the soft words, whispered in her ear were answered and kisses were placed. Shelle's inner thighs began to make nervous little tics that quickly became the telltale and uncontrolled sexual spasms, hydromatic pulses surged through her nervous system, she began to pant, and jerk as if her cunt was being electrocuted and her eyes rolled back, sweet ecstatic ripples raced through her, without Kim touching her pussy, Shelle exploded, benefiting from the most fulfilling orgasm she had ever experienced. 

Kim pressed herself against Shelle, holding her close; arms wrapped possessively around her each hand cupping a breast again, her wet warm mouth rested beside Shelle's ear. She whispered. "You belong to me from now on, both aboard and ashore, right baby?" 

Shelle knew she was infatuated, dominated and possessed. Her shaking hands reached up and covered Kim's. "Yes Kim, oh God yes." She said, her heart beating in time with the surging pleasure still radiating from her gaping vagina. Her obedience and proof of her gratification, which had begun as sweet smelling dew, began dribbling down her inner thighs.

The rest of the trip to the Main Island was a haze for Shelle; she lost count of how many times Kim's lips or fingers brought her to orgasm or how Kim brought her to the brink, only to begin something more erotic and sensual. In due course as a smudge on the horizon came into focus as green tropical land, she ached, the multitude of tiny nerve-endings she called her clit were enflamed and her entire cunt felt raw and deliciously stretched from having Kim's entire hand and half her wrist buried in her, but she didn't want the gratifying exploitation to end.

Eventually Kim allowed Shelle to dress. She swapped places with Shelle and conned their boat with competent ease through various lanes and painted buoys, into a narrow channel that led to the Main Island's yacht marina. The radioed instructions Kim received gave them the necessary permission to tie up alongside a busy jetty that had sufficient depth beneath it to tie up their large deep draft sailboat.

Once ashore they walked hand in hand, giggling and chatting, ignoring the stares and sometimes disapproving glares of Islanders or holidaymakers. The trip across had given Shelle an inner glow. Gone was the slitty-eyed aggressive stare that had habitually formed Shelle's facial expression, and she giggled and laughed with her lover. The gray in her eyes had morphed into a warm meadow green. They wandered from Boutique to Boutique along the waterfront; before Shelle realized it, she was receiving a complete new wardrobe, while Kim's Visa acquired hefty new balances. The androgynous golf shirt and cargo pants had been left at the first boutique, replaced by a pair of designer white shorts, fitting her as close as a second skin. Kim had drawn the line at Shelle wearing any underwear; the shorts were pulled up, splitting Shelle's plump, achy and abused little mons, describing more than just her well-muscled ass, to anybody's downward glance. A green tank top of soft Irish wool bared her milky midriff and hinted she had exquisite unfettered breasts that undulated freely as she walked. Her darkened puffed-up nipples poked unabashed through the expensive weave. The top also highlighted the beauty of her collarbones and neck while accentuating the flatness of her belly for the very first time. Other stores added more blouses, shorts, skirts, exotic bikinis and erotic sleepwear. A hair salon, softened and curled her unruly spikes, finally a plucking and shaping of her brows totally reversed her earlier truculent façade; her face took on an elfin look. At a designer cosmetic counter a cosmetician brought out the beauty of her eyes with subtle eye shadow; then showed Shelle how to apply simple tones to enhance her natural beauty. Luscious pink gloss was liberally applied to her kissable lips. 

Multiple orgasms and shopping had made Shelle hungry. The girls deposited themselves and a pile of shopping bags at a table for six at one the Main Island's steakhouse style restaurant. Shelle wanted a burger and fries; the server shook her head at the mad women, but took the order for 4 burgers with fries and a glass of red wine from a waiflike like Shelle, and garden salad with a diet Sprite from the statuesque Kim. The afternoon ended with ice cream and extremely intimate kisses and not so innocent fumbling that embarrassed everyone except the two lovers.

The trip to back South Island was way to swift for Shelle; Kim held her close, again, to a casual observer it looked as though they were slow dancing as their boat rose and fell to the whims of the ocean, Kim's soft words of love weakened any possibility her previous gruff persona had of reappearing, the slim elfin Shelle was integrated into the warmth of Kim's arms, and the strength of her tall strong body, for the first time Shelle could remember she was in a relationship where she did not have to be strong and self sufficient all the time, she understood, finally, and reveled in her femininity for the first time in her life.

Their boat was tied up and locked as sunset painted the sky with of shades of red, orange and pink. Ria's expression, when she saw the metamorphosis and beauty Kim had started to create in Shelle, began with an open mouthed stare, and ended in speechless happy tears.



Coming Home



I recall the night she was born. She entered this world kicking and screaming, her voice incredibly powerful for such a small baby, and I knew then that her voice would serve her well when she grew older. Yet her birth brought about the death of my wife, making it a very bittersweet night, but she looked so much like her mother and grew to have so many of the same characteristics as her mother that at times, looking upon her made me think that I was seeing my wife once again, just as I had known her during our school days together. 

Being a single father definitely was not easy, especially being estranged from my family, living on the other side of the country from my wife's family due to my job. While I had known that my wife would likely die during childbirth and I had steeled myself to that fact, the responsibilities of a single father with a newborn was overwhelming. If not for the extremely generous assistance of a well-trusted neighbor across the street, I definitely would not have been able to be the father my sweet princess deserved. 

As my princess grew and started to be able to do things for herself, the stress on me gradually lessened. Yet it was very clear that she was bonding with me, that she trusted me and loved me and could not bear to be around me. We were almost as close as Siamese twins, clearly joined at the heart. She was my world, and I lived for her, to give her what she needed and as much as possible of what she wanted without spoiling her. 

The day she went to kindergarten for the first time was a bittersweet day. Although she had already spent most of her days at day care followed by a few hours with the neighbor, kindergarten represented a milestone. Somehow, it felt like my offspring was leaving the nest, going out to make her way in the world. I stood upon the front porch, watching as she carefully stepped onto the school bus with a few other kids from the neighborhood, tears leaking from my eyes as the bus made its way toward the school and she waved at me through the window, her smile evident, her enthusiasm for kindergarten undeniable. 

The teachers recognized what I had known from the moment she was born: She had an incredible voice, loud and melodic. She was not shy about singing, and soaked up anything music-related like a sponge soaking up a puddle of water. At home in the evenings, if she was not singing, I knew she was either asleep or doing something naughty, and when I was at work, I truly missed her voice. 

As she progressed through her schooling, she proved that she was as studious as she was talented in singing. She could not obtain enough knowledge, able to grasp concepts quickly and then help other students to understand the lessons. In many classes, homework was practically trivial for her. 

Yet through it all, she so wanted to be around me. She wanted to please me. She wanted to ensure that I was happy. As long as she sang, I was happy. As long as I knew that I could return from work and hear her beautiful voice once again, I was happy. As long as I had her in my life, I was very happy. 

When puberty befell her, I was at work. Her first period had come during a math class, and while the embarrassment of the location and the timing had nearly mortified her, she proclaimed that night during dinner that she was proud to reach this milestone, because "it means that now I'm a woman!" I could only smile and nod my head, wishing that her mother could have been there in person for this moment, yet sensing that her mother was indeed watching from above. 

Through the school choir, my daughter shared the gift of song with others. Very quickly, she became the lead, always at the center of the front row, almost always receiving the female solo parts. Yet none of it went to her head. Never did she feel that she was "better" than anyone else. That was when I knew that I had raised her properly. 

She did date a few times during high school, but never seriously. That saddened me a little, but I was also happy about that, for while I knew that she would eventually leave the nest, I wanted to hold on to her for as long as I possibly could. I wanted to be able to hear her songs for the rest of my life -- the videotapes of her choir performances simply did not do proper justice to her angelic voice. 

Her high school graduation was a significant milestone as well. As she stood in cap and gown, diploma in hand, she beamed, she radiated pure joy. I could barely hold the camera still to capture that moment. And when we returned home with her still in her graduation regalia, the hug we shared was long and heartwarming, neither of us wanting to let the other go, and when I realized that this meant college was just around the corner, I began to cry upon her, to which she responded by kissing away my tears. 

The long drive home from her distant campus was a very difficult one for me, for I knew that for the first time of my life, I would return to an empty home. Rather, an empty house, for my daughter's voice had made it feel like a true home for more than eighteen years. As I stood in the doorway to her bedroom that night, I relived her entire life in a mere heartbeat, and vowed that her bedroom would always be ready for her, always filled with her fairies and her favorite teddy bear and her framed diploma and her baby blue motif. 

As I stand here now, in the doorway to her bedroom, I am filled with anticipation. Only two months have passed since I last saw her, since I was last able to hug her close, but it feels like two lifetimes have passed since Christmas Break. 

I can barely wait to leave work at Noon today, to make that four-hour drive to her college, pick her up, and bring my daughter home for Spring Break. For one week, her voice will turn this house into a home, and her presence will cause my heart to overflow with love. 



Coming Home



It had been a very long day. I was on my way home from work. As I sat in traffic I started thinking the wonderful dinner that would waiting for me when I arrived. When I finally pulled in the driveway the street lights were coming on. I walked in the house and the first thing I see is my wife sitting on the couch watching TV. Looking around the room it became obvious fairly quickly that was where she had been all day. I asked her what was for dinner and got the answer I expected considering the general condition of the messy house. "Whatever you make yourself." 

"Why didn't you clean today? It was the one thing I asked you to do before I left for work."

"I didn't feel like it."

"Why didn't you make dinner?"

"I wasn't hungry."

"Well what did you do today?"

"Sat here and read Beauty's Punishment."

Upon hearing that I became angry. I had asked on thing of her and she had chose to ignore that and read that book. A book about how Sleeping Beauty becomes a slut. The fact that she had been reading it all day told me that she must be a slut too.

"Get upstairs."

"Why?"

"Because I fucking said so, bitch."

With that simple sentence she became quiet, and a strange look came over her face.

"Yes my Love."

I had married a slut. She got up and went upstairs, with me following close behind, yelling at her the entire way.

"I can't believe how fucking lazy you are. I ask you to do one fucking thing and you can't get your slutty ass off of the fucking couch to do it."

By now we had made it to our bedroom. She was standing there while I berated her almost in tears.

"Show me how much of a fucking whore you are. Take your clothes off."

"But I'm not in the mood."

"I don't give a damn what mood your in. Take your fucking clothes off."

Reluctantly she started undressing, which didn't take long seeing as how all she had on was a t-shirt that came down to her knees because it was mine.

"Turn around and face the bed."

"But..."

"Shut up and do what I say bitch. Now stay there and don't move."

At this point I headed to the garage. It took a moment to find what I was looking for, but when I found it my eyes lit up like Christmas. I threw a couple of other things in the box and headed back to the bedroom. I came in very quietly and was pleased to see she hadn't moved an inch, but when I clipped that collar on her she started to struggle a bit. So I pushed her down so that she was bent over the end of the bed and slapped her ass hard enough that the sound echoed. Holding her down with one hand, I reached into the box with the other and pulled out the leash. Clipping that to the collar I tied the other end to the headboard. It was a little short so it brought her up to her toes.

"Spread your legs."

She refused so I pried them apart and used some rope from the box to tie her ankles to the foot of the bed.

"Now grab your ass and spread it so I can see your pussy."

"No..."

At that I took off my belt and hit her one time across the ass just hard enough to leave a red mark.

"I said spread, Bitch."

This time she grabbed her ass and spread it just a little.

"Further, I want to see it all."

When she hesitated I swatted her with the belt again, which made her jump a bit because the stinging leather hit her ass hole. Seeing that I was going to get what I wanted anyway she spread herself as far as she could. This made me smile just a little. After pausing for a moment to drink in the sight of my bride in this position, I looped a belt from the box around her waist and tightened to just before she couldn't breathe, pinning her arms in place.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut up."

I popped her with the belt again, this time a bit lower catching her pussy lips. She moaned a bit and buried her face in the comforter. When I pulled the belt back I noticed a bit of moisture on it. I quickly put two more belts around her, one at her elbows, and one just below her shoulders. Now she couldn't move at all. Moving back behind her, I put my hand on her pussy. It was like a waterfall she was so wet.

"You really are a fucking slut aren't you? You fucking like this?"

"Yes my love."

This response brings a smile to my face.

"Well lets see just how much you like it when you can't sit on your ass anymore."

I drew back the belt, but stopped. I wanted to enjoy every second of this. I put the belt down slapped her ass leaving a mark perfectly shaped to my hand. She moaned again. I slapped her again in the exact same spot, making her jump a bit. Walking around to the other side of her to better position myself for the other cheek I noticed the small puddle on the floor between her legs.

"God damnit you fucking whore your making a mess."

I slapped the other cheek leaving another mark. After a couple more slaps, I looked at her face. She was enjoying this too much.

"You like this don't you?"

"Yes my Love."

"You know your a dirty little whore for that right?"

"Yes my Love."

"Say it. Tell me your my dirty little whore."

"I'm your dirty little whore."

"Yes. Yes you are."

After taking all of my clothes off I bent down and ran my finger through the puddle making sure to coat it well. Walking to where she could see me I put my finger in her face.

"Taste how much of a slut you are."

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick my finger, but I stuck it in before she could.

"I said taste it. That means you suck it clean."

She started sucking my finger lightly.

"No I said suck it."

I slapped her ass again, and she started sucking my finger like her life depended on it.

"That's enough."

I walked back around behind her and jammed two fingers into her pussy, making her moan out loud this time. 

"Now that's not going to work. You are going to feel what its like to not be able to sit down."

By now my dick was hard as a rock. Looking down at her I knew exactly what she needed. I inserted one pussy juice covered finger into her ass to lube it just enough to ease my way. Her eye went a little wide when she realized what was coming next.

"Please no baby..."

"Did I say you could talk slut?"

"Sorry my Love."

Pulling my finger back out I grabbed my dick and aimed for her back door. It took a second to get it the head in, but when I did she whimpered. I pushed in an inch at a time taking my time watching her eyes well up more and more the deeper I got. Once I had myself buried to the hilt I slapped her ass again just to make her jump. She moaned a bit and wiggled her ass at the same time as if she was trying to get away from what was impaling her. I stood there for a moment, and then started to pull back out slowly. About halfway out I jammed it all back in quickly. this got a loud moan from her.

"You like this too don't you? You like having this big cock in your ass don't you slut? Tell me you like it whore!"

To my surprise she closed her eyes and pushed back into me as much as she could, and yelled "YEEEEEEEEEES!!!!"

"Tell me. I want to hear you say it. Show me what kind of slut you are."

"I like having your big fucking cock in my ass!"

I slapped her ass again.

"Now shut up bitch."

I was no longer going to take me time or be gentle about it, this was supposed to be punishment.

"Let's see how you like it when I fuck you like the slut you are."

I grabbed the belt closes to her hands and started fucking her at a good hard quick pace. I looked down at her and she had her face buried in the comforter again, and I could tell by the way her jaw was moving she chewing on it to keep from saying anything. I stopped and yanked myself out just as quickly as I had been fucking her. This time she couldn't help but to scream.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOOOOOD!"

I bent down, picked up the belt and gave her ass another hard swat again catching her pussy lips. 

"Please baby, I need to cum."

"You'll cum when I tell you to slut."

After giving her a couple more good whacks with the belt I jammed my dick back in her ass and immediately went back to fucking her at the same hard quick pace. By this time I noticed her feet had come off the floor completely and we were pushing the bed closer to the wall. Looking down I watched my dick go in and out of her at a frantic pace and knew I was about to cum, so I quickly pulled out of her ass and stuffed myself into her tight, and very wet pussy, getting an even louder scream from her. After about 5 more strokes I knew there was no turning back.

"Cum for me whore. Show me how much you like it."

At this she tensed up and her eyes shot wide open.

"I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!"

At this point I lost it too. I managed to pull out and dump my load up her back in thick streams. After taking a second to catch my breath I walked around to the front of the bed and unclipped the leash from the collar. I climbed onto the bed and sat right in front of her. Holding her chin in my hand I shoved my dick into her mouth.

"Suck it clean. I want every last bit of your slut juice off of me."

She sucked weakly at first but gained more energy as more and more of herself hit the back of her throat. As much energy as was putting into it brought my dick back to life. At this point she like a fiend. Sucking like she was starving. Which brought me to another quick orgasm. I shot my load down her throat this time which she choked on at first but she swallowed every drop. After this I got up and clipped the leash back in place. I then went and showered. When I came back in I just stared at her for a moment. With her freshly fucked ass and pussy exposed like that I got an idea. I grabbed my camera from my desk and took an entire roll's worth of pictures. 

"Now I can show everyone how my little slut likes to be."

Putting the camera back on the desk I suddenly realized how tired I was. Dropping the towel on the floor I climbed back into bed and lay so that her head was between my legs yet my dick was just out of her reach. She stared at it like it was a pot of gold.

"Good night my little slut."

I reached over and flicked the light off and almost immediately fell asleep with a grin on my face. The next morning I woke to the alarm going off. reaching over I turned it off and the light back on. I looked down and saw that she was still asleep, so I slid down just a bit so that the end of my dick was right in front of her face. I reached down and shook her slightly.

"Wake up."

She groaned a bit and opened her eyes and smiled.

"Tease."

"Me? Never!"

I got up and undid all the bindings. After she got up I rubbed her shoulders to relax some of the soreness away and then went and got ready for work. When I was ready to go she walked me to the door and gave me kiss. I turned to walk away and then stopped. Turning back around with a devilish grin on my face I looked at her.

"Hey.....clean the house today."

She just laughed and waved bye.

"I love you Beautiful."

"I love you too."

On my way to work I just knew I was coming home to a dirty house again that night.



Coming Home



Finally pulling up outside the parlor was a strange experience. How many years had it been since he had left? Six at least. Hands crossed over the steering wheel he sat watching the orange and red leaves dancing amongst the wind that blew down the sidewalk. So much had changed in those years, but not here, not this place. The darkening clouds rolling slowly across the sky framed the whole scene.

Fall had returned and for the first time in far too long so had he. Removing the key from the ignition he retrieved the old canvas duffel bag from the passenger's seat. Opening the door and getting out of the truck the wind tousled with his hair, still unused to having the length back in it he swept one hand back through it and slid a baseball cap on closing the door behind him.

Long ago he lost his acclimatization to this weather, this season. Pulling his forester's jacket closer around himself he shouldered the bag and fished the keys out of his pocket. Fat rain drops began to fall as his fingers adjusted the keys unconsciously seeking and finding the one of the door. Pausing at the door, the smell of the damping soil and concrete around him drifted to his brain. Earthy, cool and moist the air was smooth against and around his face and hands, droplets of water caught on his skin before dribbling off. He could have stood there slowly soaking in this place as the rain drenched it but he was back for a reason and he needed to get things prepared.

Turning the key and opening the door he slipped inside opting to not turn on the main lights. His memory guiding him flawlessly back to the desk where his fingers flicked on the lamp. Its warm soft glow still effective after all this time.

Removing his jacket and propping the duffel bag against the desk he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair one again. The cleaning crew he had come in the day before had done a great job of removing the passage of time from the place. Discarding the hat to the chair he proceeded across the room and turned on the heater. The faint smell of warming dust started to permeate the room. Comforting safe memories of solitude slipped in and out of his mind as he removed the bags contents and started to set everything up.

The laptop was a new edition but it went everywhere with him now. The clean sheets and robe were folded neatly next to it as it began its boot up procedure. The small clay aroma therapy jar spluttered into life, the essence of nutmeg and pumpkin sitting in a few drops inside its crucible. 

Moving behind the dividing wall to the back of the room he snapped one sheet out and laid it over the table straightening it and then repeated the process with the second sheet. Hanging the robe in the changing room he commenced lighting the large column candles around the room. 

The smell of the warming oil wove it's away around the parlor back to the table behind the dividing wall at the front. Inhaling slowly he closed his eyes, a single low baritone rumble of thunder sounded across the town accompanied by one fork of lightning striking out at the heavily wooded mountain side. All he saw was the dim flash through his eye lids as his fingers straightened the towel its long fibers soft to the touch.

The beep from the laptop brought him back to the moment as the reminder popped up. The soft glow of the screen coupled with that of the light cast long soft shadows up the wall as he walked over and closed the reminder. Flicking through the collection of CD's he had brought along he decided upon a disc of gentle cello and flute compositions. Slipping it into the CD player the parlor was lit by the headlights of a car pulling up outside. Glancing up he couldn't help but smile at the way the head lights picked out the thick drops of rain which were gaining in momentum and frequency.

The woman flinched at the second peel of thunder when she looked through the rain splattered windshield. The man was typing something on his laptop and had looked up. She turned off the lights and the engine and made the dash to the door of the parlor. He was already there holding it open for here beckoning her in and taking her heavy jacket with a smile. Gently inhaling the warm spicy scented air she let out a small inaudible sigh. Already she could feel the stresses starting to loosen a little.

As the man directed the woman to the changing room in the back rain started to beat a steady thrum against the outside world. Lightning flashing again with another booming echo of thunder outside. As she undressed she felt nervous, excited and a little scared. Soulful music began to play back in the room as she slipped out of her clothing and secured the robe about herself. 

Reaching back she slid her hands under the hair that was trapped by the rope flipping it up and free. The motion causing the soft material of the robe to pull across her chest. Biting her lip at the sensation she calmed her mind from the assault of sound, music and texture on her senses. When she stepped from the changing area the floor felt cold against the bottom of her feet and she moved quickly to the table. Sitting and perching, legs dangling out from her robe she watched the man.

After he had shown the client to the changing room he had turned on the lights and reduced them to a low dim. Removing his sweater and straightening his t-shirt he decided on turning up the heat a little more. A small grin to himself as he thought about how accustomed he had been to a warmer life. Reaching into the bag one last time he pulled out a bottle of oil and a hand towel. Throwing the towel over his shoulder he rolled the bottle in his hands, the friction warming his palms, his palms warming the glass bottle, the bottle warming the oil. As he continued to move the bottle back and forth he was again drawn into watching the rain thrumming down outside, the chorus of drops and the splashes of impact hypnotizing.

The woman coughed politely. He man turned mumbling an apology and offering the excuse of how he had missed the rain. She smiled quietly back at him as he asked her some questions. His fingers finding and teasing the satin trim of the heavy terrycloth robe she described where the stress points were and what level of massage she would like. Nodding he turned his back and asked her to disrobe and climb under the sheets. Another flash of lightning illuminated the room from the other side of the dividing wall. Quickly the woman slid out of the robe exchanging its long fibers for the cool smoothness of the sheets. Laying down she slid between the sheets her face moving into the supporting cushion. Asking if she was comfortable and getting her confirmation he turned back around and approached the table.

She heard the stopper being removed from the glass bottle as she stared down at the floor. Her skin tensed in anticipation of the cold trickle of oil yet it never came. Instead the sheet was pulled back exposing her back down to her waist. The sound of the man rubbing his hands together blurred in with the smell of the air as she closed her eyes and released one slow breath. When he laid his hands against her skin they were warm, slick and heavy. At first he just moved his hands around spreading the oil across her back then he start at her neck. Thumbs in to the base of her neck he pushed gently yet firmly down and around the sides. The thumbs catching the edges of the tensed stressed muscles bunched up and teasing them loose. Slowly she felt warmth both from his touch and the heat from her own muscles releasing.

Feeling the woman start to relax totally he moved his fingers down to work on her back. Placing his palms flat on her skin their heels putting slight pressure next to her spine he slowly moved first one hand away applying more pressure out toward her side, then crossing the other hand over he repeated the motion. Each time pulling and sliding the skin and muscle away from her spine. Then reversing the motion he pulled the skin in, again crossing his hands one after the other. Clenching the inside of her lip she felt the pull of her breast against the smooth cotton of the sheets, her nipples slowly hardening to the sensation. He couldn't see so she enjoyed it while she could.

Placing the heel of one palm at the base of her back he pushed firmly up and along the spine twice then again working out and up her back. Long strong fingers curled over her shoulders and kneaded at the muscles. Again the fingers were pulling the skin back and again her breasts pulling against the sheet. Shuffling slightly she moved her feet apart a little.

The man came around to stand in front of her. She found herself looking at his hiking boots through half lidded eyes. He now was working on her arm pulling down and away from her shoulder, easing the oil against her skin. Down from the elbow to the wrist and pulling on each finger one after the next. When he repeated the process on the other arm she let out another deep relaxing breath. This man was a professional. She felt so good, warm, relaxed and relishing the sensations on her skin both from his touch and the sheets.

The man walk around the other side of the table and pulled the sheet back up to the woman's neck. Quietly he asked her to pull the sheet up from her feet to a level she was comfortable with. She stopped a couple of inches below her behind. He tucked the sheet around her outer things and with one deft movement tucked it between her legs. One slow quick motion brushing against her womanhood. Her body was in conflict deeply relaxed from the massage yet alive inside with electricity at the contact. Despite herself she felt the moisture slowly start to bead.

Applying more oil to his hands he rubbed them together creating more warmth. The rain now a heavy thrum on the roof and the window. Standing next to her he pushed down and along her legs to her ankles. Again the single slow movements just to apply the oil to her skin. Then again he squeezed firmly pulling her skin between the nook of his thumb and his hand. Pinching and releasing, rubbing and stretching her eased the tension from her legs to her ankle. While at her feet he repeated the process he applied to her arms. Pulling the skin down to the ankle, over the bridge of the foot and to the toes. Spreading and massaging the toes he worked the tired sensation from her feet. Her head now tilted to the side she had her eyes completely shut and was breathing deeply. Immersed in a world of sensations and relaxing more and more by the minute. Gently holding her ankle he eased her feet apart a little more. Hidden from his view and in reaction to his oblivious act her lips moved against each other. The droplets gathering and a small trickle tracing the edge of her lips running down to the sheet.

She gasped as his fingers slid down between her thighs; he apologized for shocking her and explained the final steps of the session. Laughing gently she gave her own apology for startling him and let him get back to work. Gingerly this time the man put his hand between her thighs close to but not touching the sheet. Spreading his fingers out slightly he pulled the skin on the inside of her thigh to the outside. Her lips moved more opening slightly and she clenched her jaw enjoying her private agony of excitement. If he knew what state she was in he certain hid it well. His hands moved again and again down her leg and then the other. The skin warmed and worked apart from where she found herself wanting it touched the most.

Stepping away the man wiped his hands on the towel over his shoulder removing the remains of the oil from them. Again he turned his back so she could gather the robe about herself. Pulling the sheet off of herself she indulged a moment and rubbed against the cushion tabled with her heated groin pulling the skin and leaning in heavily. Then she covered herself and said he could turn around. Asking if she was happy with the service she gave very heartfelt thanks for the experience. She moved to the changing room as he restoppered the oil and began to clean up.

Leaning against the door she eased one hand down between her legs and moved a finger along herself reveling in the sensation and the moisture. Then she began to dress.

He pulled the sheets up and the towels. It was then the scent caught his nose. Lifting the sheet to his face he breathed deeply of the smell eyes half closing. Licking his lips he balled up the sheets and smiled to himself.

Slipping her panties feeling them tight and slick against her she pulled on her jeans tugging the seam up against herself one last time before leaving the room. Smiling the woman paid the man and left eager to get home.

As she pulled away into the dark gloom of the dusk the man sat at his laptop. Lights off in the gloom watching the rain he remembered how it was before he left. Perhaps he could pick that life up again. 



Coming Home



"Okay, what the fuck was going on here," he thought. He'd been gone before, and longer than this. And every time up to now she'd greeted him with open arms. Sure, it took a little time to get back into the routine of the house. The kids were growing up, things changed, tastes changed. But he always thought that her love for him would always stay the same. He felted wanted and needed. He felt like he was a part of something special whenever he was with her. 

She was everything he had always wanted: smart, beautiful, witty. Not to mention she was fantastic in bed. He always seemed to be able to bring her to orgasm with minimal effort on his part, a feat that pleased him to no end.

True, things had been strained lately. Work had taken its toll. As he got higher up in rank and responsibility, the needs of the military kept taking more and more time away. More often than not, work kept him at long hours. When he did get home, the stress of the inter-office politics and dealing with subordinates left him drained. Regular chores often went by the wayside, to everyone's aggravation. Intimacy was as frequent as a blue moon. She looked especially appealing. A light blue sundress, with thin straps over smooth shoulders. The neckline showed just a hint of cleavage, although it hugged her firm bosom, showing her ample gifts. The dress cut just at her thighs. It was relatively modest for a sundress, but it accentuated her lovely body as well as covering it. Her soft brown hair had been cut since the last time he saw her. Instead of reaching to her shoulders, it just reached the nape of her neck. 

She had the usual array of freckles across her nose, but recently they had spread to her cheeks and neck in a tantalizing way. Obviously, she'd gotten some sun over the summer. Her hair was tousled in a way that made him want to run his hands through it. 

"Do you really think you can just come back after four months and act like nothing's changed?" she said angrily. 

How could he possibly think she would just melt into his arms? Four months of loneliness. Nothing but housework, children, and bills. Four months of little sleep, and no time to herself. Even bathing was a chore rather than a pleasure. 

"While you were gone, I had to keep this place together," she said angrily. 

He stepped back and looked at her. He'd never seen her angry like this before. He'd been gone before, for months at a time. The military had a nasty habit of sending a man off to God knows where with little notice. This last one was the worst. He knew she had worried about him. It looked as though this time, it had been the last straw. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to upset you." 

"Well, you did," she said, tears forming. "I know it was hard," he said gently. 

She turned away, not wanting to break down in front of him. Damn him for doing this to her! Even in her anger, she felt his presence sparking desire within her. Don't give in, she said to herself. But he noticed how she held herself, the way she stood. He knew he'd always been able to turn her on, no matter what mood she was in. 

He thought about being tentative, apologetic in his actions. He immediately discarded the idea as watched her. Deliberately, he reached for her shoulder and turned her towards him. 

"Look at me" he said quietly. 

She looked up at him through her tears. He put his hands on her shoulders, keeping her from turning away again. 

"This is not how it's going to go," he said. 

He leaned down to her and put his lips on her neck. Instead of pulling away, she leaned her head back, allowing him full access to her soft skin. She sighed in frustration and desire as he placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. 

"I'm supposed to be mad at him," she thought. 

But her need was too great, and they both knew it. He straightened and looked into her eyes again. 

"All you have to do is tell me to stop, but I don't think you'll want me too." He smiled, and she shivered. He stepped closer to her, his eyes glittering. She backed against the sink, her chest heaving with apprehension. She knew she should tell him to stop, but she didn't want to. She wanted to feel his breath on her neck. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to feel the electric pleasure of orgasm after orgasm.

He gently put his hands on her shoulders. He towered over her, looking down into her gentle brown eyes. He smiled gently, but with an undertone of hardness, of steel resolve. She knew he could easily take what he wanted from her. He slowly lowered his lips to her neck once again. Just as before, she gasped as she felt the warmth of his mouth on her skin. Thrills of pleasure went through her. She felt her wetness increase. Her fragile panties quickly soaked as he gently kissed her shoulder. He moved the thin strap aside and slowly worked down to her chest. Her breathing quickened even more. She let out a slow moan in pleasure and in fear of her abandonment to the ecstasy he offered.

"Sweet girl. No bra. That makes it easier." 

He pulled down the other strap of her flimsy dress, and gently kissed her full breasts. She moaned again, wanting badly for him to put his mouth on her hard nipples. She wanted him to suck them long and hard. But he played further, placing kiss after kiss on her soft mounds. His strong, warm hands cupped her. Finally, he deliberately placed his mouth over one nipple, and stayed there. She waiting impatiently to feel his hot tongue, but there was nothing. Angry, she looked down, and saw his eyes twinkling merrily, as he teased her. She moaned in frustration, not wanting to beg, but longing for the electric feel that his actions would bring. She moaned again, grabbing his hair in both hands and pushing him closer. 

With a quiet laugh, he lapped at her nipple. As she felt his powerful tongue, she shuddered, and the wetness between her thighs doubled. He'd made her come just with one lick. 

"Yes!" she whispered as he sucked in earnest. 

He alternated nipples, working long and hard. With each pull, she felt the zings all through her body. Unconsciously, she spread her legs further apart, and put her hand on her crotch. As she began to rub herself in accompaniment to his efforts, he noticed where her hand had gone. 

"I'll take care of that" he said. 

He gently moved her hand aside, and pressed her sensitive clit. Then he resumed his attention to her now rock hard nipples. She cried out as the pressure in both areas brought new waves of pleasure.

"God, just take me now," she moaned. 

He laughed. "I knew you wouldn't want me to stop. 

But, I think you need more attention elsewhere." He moved further down her body, running his hands over bare skin and the thin fabric of her dress. He pulled her skirt up to her waist. 

"My, you're wet. I think it's time to take these off," he said, looking at her sopping panties. 

Quickly, he pulled her underwear off. She willingly allowed him to lift one leg and place in over his shoulder, allowing him free access to her moist, sweet center. He ran his mouth over her swollen lips and clit, breathing in the sweetness. Instead of the gentle teasing he did to her breasts, he licked hard, as if he were trying to drain all of the juice from her. 

"I feel like a lollipop," she sighed. 

"You are. I can't wait to get to the center," he answered. 

He put his mouth directly over her clit. He sucked on her button like he did her nipples. She clenched as the pressure brought another orgasm. She arched back in ecstasy, and covered his face with the sweet nectar of her body.

"I think it's time to get serious," he said, wiping his sticky face. 

Serious? "My god, what have you been doing up to now?" she said. 

"Getting ready," he answered with a grin. "Now it's my turn." 

He unzipped his pants, releasing his full, hard cock. He lifted her up to the sink and spread her wide. 

"Are you ready?" he asked. She couldn't answer. She just nodded, waiting for his penis to stretch her soft cunt. Gently, he rubbed the head of his cock against her wet cunt, lubricating himself to plunder her sweetness. Then he slowly pushed himself into her. She groaned as he deliciously stretched her. She spread her legs even wider to let him in. Soon, he was in to the hilt, their pubic hair pressed together. 

He slowly pistoned in and out, letter her feel every inch of him. She grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin as she felt his shaft rub against her sensitive clit. She gasped as he thrust in earnest, determined to push her to another orgasm. 

"Oh, God!" she cried as she came, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. He thrust again and again, never changing rhythm. He gazed at her, not even out of breath, smiling as she writhed on his cock. 

She felt wave after wave of pleasure, each orgasm clenching her whole body, and leaving her limp. He held her against his chest as she drooped from the effort of multiple orgasms. "Please, I want you to come inside me," she whispered. 

He smiled even wider. "As long as you're ready" he said. 

He sped up, his pelvis thumping against hers. His eyes glinted as he worked. She gripped him even harder, waiting for the explosion in her body that was to come. She felt him swell inside her. He was almost there. 

"Yes!" she cried as she felt him spurt into her. She felt the hot semen fire deep inside her, and she came again.

He held her gently as she slowly recovered. He nuzzled his face into her soft brown her, and breathed deep of the flowery scent, mingled with sweat and sex. 

"I've missed you," he said quietly. He rubbed her back with both hands as he held her close. 

"I missed you, too," she answered. 

"Lets go to the bedroom and continue this," he suggested. 

"Huh?" She was shocked. "You still have the energy?" 

"All you need," he said gently. He gather her in his arms, and carried her to the bed. There, they continued for the rest of the day.

Much later, he woke. She lay on his chest, looking at him. 

"Been awake long?" he asked. 

"Yes," she said shortly. 

Apparently, their lovemaking hadn't taken much of the edge off her anger. 

"Just because we're still good at sex, doesn't mean anything's fixed between us," she said.

"You've never really been there. It's always been me that's carried this family. You may have made the money, but I was the emotional support for three kids. And you were one of them. It's like you always wanted me to be your mom. You need to be a husband, not one of the kids. You need to get your head out of work when you come home. You need to decide what's important."

She was right. The last few months had been the worst. Things had changed in so many ways. He had been in the military full time, and in their family only part time. This had been a long time coming. It was time to do something.

"I love you," he said. "I will always love you. If the military is what's come between us, I'll give it up. You and the family are the most important thing in my life. I will not let some bureaucratic bullshit get between us."

She cocked her head, looking at him. She looked doubtful, but hopeful as well.

"Just like that?" she asked.

"Just like that. If after all this time, our life hasn't improved with anything other than money, it's not worth it. As long as we have enough to keep us content, and the kids are taken care of, that's enough for me."

"That's a hell of a change to make. I'm not sure you can manage it. You've been the way you are a long time."

"That's true. There's no denying that this is major for both of us. But to be honest, I'm tired of playing their game. I've been tired of it. It didn't seem worth it in the beginning, but I thought that was just me being lazy. I wanted recognition. I wanted to be important, so people would respect me, and you would be proud of me."

For the umpteenth time that day, she teared up. "I was already proud of you. You're sweet, and kind, and caring. You love me, and the kids. You just haven't been there for us. I want us to be happy. I want us to be a family. I want someone to love, who will love me back."

"I'll give you all those things. Those are what I want, too. I know it's hard to believe after all this. Just give me the chance to make it right."

"Okay," she smiled gently through the tears. "You get your chance. No promises. No guarantees.

"Agreed. And you accept me the way I am. I won't be someone I'm not. Never again."



Coming Home



As Gabrielle slipped through the throng of people at the airport, milling about waiting for their luggage to arrive, she could see Travis over in the corner patiently waiting for his luggage to bounce down the stainless steel slide and onto the noisy, rotating conveyor belt. It was not the first encounter she had really expected, but from his drawn out face, exhausted look and complete fatigue, she knew the long flight coast to coast had really taken its toll on him.

"Hi Travis," she said with a grin and gave him a huge hug. As they embraced, Gabrielle realized she had expected so much more; a deep probing kiss reserved entirely for lovers, or a pinch of her ass even in such a public place. Instead she got a half-hearted hug and a peck on the cheek.

Without question the hours in the air had forced him to reflect on his decision; a decision to leave behind his wife, his job, everything he had worked so hard to get, just to see if the woman he had met on Literotica, the woman he had fallen in love with...really was the woman he should spend the rest of his life with. Gabrielle could not help but be blown away, with committal men a continual problem in her life, having a man leave behind so much just to have her was the ultimate flattery. Granted she had expected their first real-time meeting to be passion filled, but now the reality of what they were doing really began to sink home. As much as she wanted to be his new lover, she knew at the moment she needed to be a friend first.

"You know I'm going to have to leach off you for awhile. I don't have a job Gabrielle, a job or even a car, until I can get established here in Roseburg, I'm going..."

"Travis...it's okay Honey. I know that, and everything is going to be fine," she in the quietest and most reassuring voice as she could. Perhaps it was the tone, or the fact that she was willing to share her home, her finances and even her bed with a man she had never truly met before, that he looked at her with a little smile. Just from that she knew deep in her heart, that for as much as they were sacrificing to be together, they would make it and defy the odds.

"You look nice Gabrielle," he said when they were finally in the big SUV and driving away from the airport. Considering the fact that he had never been to Oregon before he should have been looking out the window, trying to figure out the new labyrinth of roads he would have to quickly learn. Instead he looked at Gabrielle and the way she had dressed. He knew it was specifically for him. "I'm flattered, you said you hate wearing nylons and yet that's what you got on."

"I thought I would give you a little treat, and you know, they are not as bad as I remember. I think I could get used to wearing them, well for you anyway." It was hard for Gabrielle to keep her eyes on the road and yet look at Travis as she said it, still she was sure she detected a little grin and almost swooned with delight as he reached out and touched her. It was a light touch; a little back and forth pet as his hand slid up and down her thigh, just toying with the hemline of her sundress as his four fingers made a zipping sound as they ran across the rough texture of her beige nylons.

"That doesn't bother you does it," realizing suddenly that despite the many emails and chats on the phone, that they really did not know each other that well?

"Not at all," she said and meant every word, her own words surprising her. But Gabrielle was not upset at all, his hands were as gentle as she assumed they would be, and she had gotten dressed entirely for him. Her brightly painted red toes peeking out of black strappy heels, her beige nylon running out from under her pink and black sundress, and her bra that pushed up her rather heavy chest, were all put on for his benefit, and all stemmed from the steamy emails that had been sent back and forth across the country between the two of them. "I had an ankle bracelet for you too, but in my rush to head out the door, I forgot to put it on."

"That's alright," he said as the SUV veered onto an off-ramp and began to slow down as they navigated a few residential streets," I am sure I'll be able to see you with an ankle bracelet on at some point," he said, the street lights allowing enough light inside the car to let Gabrielle see that he was smiling. As it was, his hand never left her thigh, and Gabrielle had no intention of moving it either.

"Well this is my home," she said as she allowed Travis to drop his luggage in the foyer and gave him a quick tour of her rental home. "I don't own it, but the rent is cheap enough and I just love the place. Anyway, I'll let you get settle in as I make you a snack. I assume you're hungry after all that flying?"

As Gabrielle moved into the kitchen, she was almost weak with emotion. The day had been such a roller-coaster. While Travis had his own feelings to work out while on the plane, she waited patiently three time zones away from his flight to arrive in Oregon. There was the complete fear of sharing her home and life with someone she had merely met through two thousand, six hundred and fifteen miles of phone line and coaxial cable. But through that connection, they had made a true connection, and the thrill of having the man she had gown to love now walking through her own home in real time, was almost too much.

Still Gabrielle had enough time to formulate a plan and had slipped some clothes into a vacant cabinet before she rushed off to the airport to pick him up. Now with shaking hands, she carefully unfolded the clothing and began to change clothes.

Now going with the mantra that "some is better than nothing", Gabrielle left her strappy heels and nylons on, but removed her sundress and bra in quick order. Since there was never any panties to begin with, Gabrielle merely replaced the pink and black sundress with an all black lace teddy that in a stroke of fashion brilliance, revealed as much as it concealed...a mixture of black lacey fabric on tanned smooth skin. Never in her life had she ever felt so sexually excited, the feeling of seductress and home-maker all wrapped into one as she grabbed a slice of apple pie and caught Travis completely off guard. "Gabrielle, you didn't have to do that," he said as he could not help but turn from watching the television.

"I know Travis, and I know how hard it was for you to give up all that you did, and I want you to know that I'm not your wife, that I appreciate what you gave up to be with me, and that while she might have hated sex, I certainly like it."

Putting the pie dish on the coffee table, Gabrielle pulled them both out of the way and smiled as she sunk in front of him on her knees. That action alone was enough to tell her new lover just what she was planning on giving him.

"I figured after enduring just what you did today, and having so much time to think, that a nice sensuous blowjob would be just what you need to relax."

"Well we can go up in the bedroom and both enjoy some much needed sex, not just something pleasurable for me." But at this statement, Gabrielle just shook her head no.

She did not tell him verbally, but Gabrielle knew she needed to give him a blowjob. After making such a hard decision to leave his wife, Gabrielle wanted to prove to him that what he was doing he would never regret. The best blowjobs came from a woman on her knees, a position that historically meant being humble, being submissive and showing a person that you were indebted to them. Gabrielle knew for these reasons it was the perfect position to be in as she proved that she was not controlling and not overbearing, all the things his current wife was. At the same time, a blowjob was the perfect sexual act to also get her point across. A true gift from a woman to a man, it meant she could show Travis one-sided pleasure and while so many women in his life had detested the act, she in turn embraced it willingly.

To make it better Gabrielle first removed her shoes. She knew from the six months of emails all his fetishes and desires, and being barefoot was one of his biggest turn-on's. So was being topless, and she pushed the top of her black lacey teddy down to her waist so that he could see, play and jiggle her size d breast's if he so desired.

Gabrielle gave Travis a pretty little smile before she formed her lips into a perfect circle and watched him steer his manhood between her teeth. Suddenly the wonderful liaison that she had fantasized about so long was occurring between her and Travis and truly took on new proportions. His musky smell, the size of his shaft, nothing was disappointing her and she swooned with the pleasure of giving him such a gift, She was no longer typing upon a computer keyboard, but allowing the man to mount her mouth, all while on her knees and engaged in the ultimate act of submission. She could also see his body now for what it really was: middle-aged and yet fit, tassels of hair emerging from his balls that tickled her lips as she plunged upon his shaft so willingly.

As her mouth closed around the throbbing shaft, other senses came into sharper focus. She began to smell and taste a drop of clear seminal fluid leaked from the head of his penis and onto her tongue. A salty, sticky taste overwhelmed her taste buds just as his heavily veined cock began to slide along the roof of her mouth.

He slid it forward slowly, hoping to allow Gabrielle full control and suspecting that she was indeed telling the truth when she said she had no objections to giving a man such sexual pleasure. But moving forward slowly did not mean she was about to show her new lover that she would only take a meager portion of his shaft into her mouth. 'Better to give him the best she could straight from the beginning," she thought as she slid it steadily forward down her throat.

Fearing for her own dislike of gagging, Gabrielle tried to accommodate all of him. She tried to relax her throat between each immersion, feeling it creep further into her mouth with each forward thrust.

He never vocalized his satisfaction with her deep-throating ability, but as he allowed her to retreat to a more comfortable depth, Gabrielle realized that Travis never expected her to descend to such depths for the blowjob's entire duration. Instead her womanly instincts kicked in and she began to plunge her mouth up and down over his cock. Far different than vaginal sex, she began to piston her mouth back and forth along his shaft like the two driving pistons of a steam locomotive. Their bodies rocked as well to the gyrations of the unleveled couch, and as Gabrielle sucked, she realized the foolish couch desperately needed a wedge driven under the front right leg, for the rocking caused her twice to gag. "Oh my God Gabrielle that feels so good," he said as he looked down at her.

Gabrielle could only nod, making for an erotic sight with her left cheek ballooned out and her nostrils flaring as she tried to suck in much needed oxygen from her nose. She also made little slurping noises, but for a first blowjob, and the first blowjob in a very long time, Travis was impressed with her oral stimulation. 

Gabrielle had long learned the signs of a man's pending orgasm, and thus was not surprised when he suddenly tensed up and grabbed her hair. He tried pulling her head from his shaft, the man actions clearly showing that his past foray into this type of sex was with women who were not willing to swallow. Gabrielle fought his actions and held her mouth just where it was, slurping louder for his audible pleasure and tried to move her mouth quicker along his shaft just as she thought he would like. She only had to hold her mouth in that position for a second, and then she felt the first blast. Never in her life had she felt such a powerful orgasm from a man, and felt it jettison deeply down her through in blast after powerful blast.

To capture it all, Gabrielle had to swallow several times, knowing full well she could not allow even a drop from her lips. Travis had never had the pleasure of having a woman so readily give him a blowjob, nor be willing to swallow the entire load. It was her chance to shine; her chance to show him that his powerful sexual fantasies could be realized and that she was the woman that was willing to do it.

As his sperm eruption began to dwindle to an ooze, Gabrielle kept her mouth firmly clamped to it until finally she had swallowed it all and opened her mouth to take in a much needed lungful of air. As she looked up at him, her eyes met his, and for a moment there was no need for words; no need for a computer keyboard, just the powerful release of the pent up sexual energy that had been generated for months between them.

Gabrielle could think of a million things to say, and yet only three words escaped her lips.

"Welcome home Honey."



Coming Home



Jackson had been down this highway in Arkansas many times before, but somehow, it still looked different. It had been awhile since he drove through here with his father when he was a teenager, but he still expected it to look like it had in his dreams over the last few months.

The car continued to wind along down the road, surrounded on both sides by a mixture of woods, small farms, and the occasional gas station. There were few lights along the side of the road, and the barns and house stood like ghostly specters deep in the trees as the car twisted along the two lane blacktop. 

At last, he crested the hill, and saw the small city limits sign at the side of the road. Welcome to lovely Mountain View, Arkansas! He smiled slightly, surprised at the jitters that were starting to flutter about in his stomach. 

Jackson followed Main Street around to the right, looking for the street that would lead him to the home he'd never seen. He saw the sign, almost as he was passing it, and turned back into the small valley back into the hills at the far edge of town. The asphalt ran into gravel, and about a half mile farther back, Jackson saw the sign of the motel he had reserved for the next few days. John Taylor's Laid Back Inn...it seemed so appropriate a name for a California boy so far from home. 

And if his plans went anything like he imagined, being laid back was all he expected to do for the next few days.

The tires crunched across the gravel as he pulled up to the dimly lighted office. He shut off the motor, but remained seated in the car, listening to the popping of the car's motor as it slowly cooled in the chilly January night. He found his hands didn't want to let go of the steering wheel, but the man behind the desk inside started staring at him, so he slowly flexed his fingers, grabbed the door handle and stepped out of the car. He walked across the short distance to the steps, walked up and entered the small rental office.

"G'evenin' mister. Ya looking fer a room fer tonight?" the grey haired man behind the counter asked with a smile, while he tapped on the counter with the end of an chewed ball point pen. 

"Hi. My name is Jackson Moore...I had a reservation for the next four days?" Jackson replied. "A small cabin, near the back?"

"Ohhhh, yea-uh, I remembers you now. Gotcha all set back in Cabin 12, it's a way back by the crick, and it should be plenty quiet fer ya back there. Any partikular reason you wanted to be so fer back? My name is Glen, by the way..." The man smiled amiably as his pen continued tapping a staccato beat on the faded Formica counter.

"I'm a writer, and I'm just looking for a few quiet days to work out a new story line or two. If you don't mind, I'd prefer not to be bothered at all while I'm here."

"Not a problem at all, son...these ARE Taylor's Laid Back Cabins...you jest settle yerself in back there, and it'll be quiet as a church. The place is pretty empty this time of year, what with it bein' so cold 'n all...jest sign the register here, and here's the key...y'all enjoy yer stay with us now, and if there's anything we can do fer ya, just give us a ring!"

Jackson dropped the key in his pocket, flashed Glen a parting smile and slipped back out to his rental car. He started the engine and followed the road around to the back of the motel grounds until he found Cabin 12, right where Glen had said it would be, about twenty feet from a small creek that ran along the bottom of the valley and out of sight to the south. 

He parked the car at the foot of the stairs, climbed out and stepped to the trunk to collect the one small bag he had brought with him. He looked up at the cabin and chuckled at its rustic appearance. "Just what I was looking for!" he mumbled under his breath..."It'll be just like being Jed Clampett for a few days!".

He carefully stepped up the icy stairs, slipped the key in the lock and pushed the door in slowly. What he saw seemed to be exactly what he had expected from the pictures on the internet. The little cabin was very plain and homey, with knotty pine paneling and large rough hewn wooden beams holding up the ceilings. A large rag rug covered most of the hardwood floor, with several cheap prints adorning the walls. To his right was a small bathroom with a slightly rusty two spigot sink and to the left was a large bed with an overstuffed mattress and a thick, old fashioned quilt folded at the foot. He sat on the bed and kicked off his shoes, then lay back onto the soft mattress and closed his eyes. Within a few seconds, he was snoring softly, completely dead to the world.

Sometime early the next morning, Jackson woke to the slightest tapping on the door to the cabin. At first, he wasn't sure, but then the sound came again, a light tap, tap, tap, then the doorknob rattled a little, followed by another series of light taps. He sat there on the bed a moment longer, and then almost without knowing how, he found himself on his feet and heading to the door. 

He could see through the windows that it was still quite dark outside, but he had no idea of the actual time, as he had left his watch out in the car the night before. He knew that it could only be one person at the door at this hour of the night, and he reached out for the knob, his hand shaking slightly. He felt his heart jump up into his throat as he slowly undid the lock and twisted the knob, peering around the edge of the door as it cracked open.

He saw her face in the early morning darkness, looking hesitant and unsure. "Well, hello, stranger! Mind if I come in?" she drawled softly. He pulled the door open wide as she stepped through, and her hand touched his on the knob as she pushed the door closed behind her, pulling his hand naturally around the small of her back. He hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her body hard against his, and without a word leaned into her, his eyes locked on hers, and lowered his mouth directly to hers. Their lips touched and instantly opened, tongues dancing together with increasing force and speed, their heads twisting form side to side as his other hand came up into her hair, forcing her mouth even more firmly to his. 

Her hands slid around his back as she groaned into his mouth, crushing her body into his, her hips grinding against his and pushing him backwards towards the bed. When his knees hit the edge of the mattress, he fell back, never losing his hold on her body or her mouth.

Her hands slid down to the bottom of his shirt and frantically began dragging it up from under his belt, freeing it then yanking at the buttons to get it open. He opened his eyes momentarily to see her eyes a fraction of an inch away, begging silently as their tongues continued flicking and twisting together, her lips smashing his down with almost painful force. 

With a sudden shove of his shoulder, Jackson flipped the two of them over on the bed, and let her hands peel away his shirt and pitch it away to the floor. Her legs opened underneath him, and he settled between them as her hips ground upward at him, pressing at his stiffening cock inside his jeans. 

Their tongues continued to drive back and forth, first his tongue deep in her mouth, searching, seeking, then drawing back, pulling her tongue into his and biting it gently, holding it firmly as his tongue slowly dragged from his teeth to the tip of her tongue, slowly tapping against the very end of it. He opened his eyes to see a smoldering smile in her eyes so close to his. Her hands slid up his naked back, slowly dragging her nails across his skin, his eyes widening with pleasure. She closed her eyes as her hands reached Jackson's neck and pulled his face to hers, like she was trying to inhale every bit of him in the violence of one single kiss.

Jackson drew away from her slowly, and then smiled as her eyes opened as he bent to run his tongue up the side of her throat until he found her earlobe. He whispered a soft moan into her ear, and then slid his tongue inside before pulling away, blowing softly and feeling her body quiver as his teeth bit down on her earlobe, pulling it sharply as he growled deep in his throat. Cerilene arched her back, driving her body up and writhing under Jackson's weight, her hands roaming his body, stroking his skin with her fingertips before raking it with her nails.

Jackson slowly ran his hands down Cerilene's sides, grasping her hips and pulling them up to grind his pelvis against hers. He kissed her again, savoring the sensation of her tongue in his mouth, working his way down her chest, opening each button of her blouse with his teeth. As he reached the bottom button, he pulled her top out of her jeans and buried his face and tongue deep into her belly button, biting and sucking at it with quick movements, then working his mouth back up her body as his hands pushed her blouse back and away from her breasts.

Cerilene twisted her fingers into his hair as his mouth found the soft flesh under her breasts, then over her bra to nip at her nipples through the silky material. His hands pulled up at her sides, and she flexed to allow his hands access the catch on her bra. He struggled with it momentarily in his rush to free it, before Cerilene laughed softly and reached back to free the catch for him. She held the cups of her bra against her breasts as he kissed her again, deeply and passionately. As her hands reached up again to hold his head against hers, he pushed her bra up, exposing her breasts, then gently rolling her nipples between his fingertips.

Jackson slowly slipped down Cerilene's body, licking and nibbling at her skin, his hands and tongue exploring the taste and texture of her body, the salt tang of her neck, the crinkled skin of her areolas. Cerilene shivered under the incessant attack of his hands and mouth, gasping softly as his tongue traced circles around her tits, before zeroing in on her nipples, biting them and pulling them out with his teeth before sucking them hard into his mouth. He groaned against her breasts, vibrating her nipples with a throaty growl.

Jackson's hands slipped down between her legs, stroking and pinching her thighs as his swirled around her nipples. His hand stroked across her zipper, and she rolled her hips to prolong the contact. Her hands frantically pulled at the button and zipper of her jeans, and he slipped off the end of the bed, grasped the bottoms of the legs and pulled her jeans free. Cerilene knelt on top of the bed and threw her blouse and bra aside, leaving her wearing only her panties.

As Jackson stepped back to the bed, Cerilene put her hand on his chest, stopping him at the edge. She smiled up at him, and he grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her face upward and kissing her violently. She broke free from his mouth and smiled. Her hands reached out, slowly stroking the rising bulge in the front of his jeans. She licked her lips, and then worked his buckle and zipper open, pushing his jeans down to the floor.

Cerilene looked up into his eyes again, her desire obvious as she grasped his cock through his shorts squeezing it gently. Slowly she dragged his boxers down, allowing his cock to spring free. She wrapped it gently in her small hand, sliding her fist p and down his length before dipping her head and flicking her tongue across the end of Jackson's cock, tasting the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. Hr other hand grasped his balls and rolled them between her fingers as her lips closed around the head and suck him into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Jackson gasped as the velvet warmth of her lips and tongue engulfed him. His knees buckled momentarily as he was overcome with the sensation, and Cerilene grabbed his hips and pushed him over onto the mattress, jumping onto his chest and attacking his cock again with her lips and teeth. As she slid the length of his cock deeper into her mouth, Jackson pulled her legs over and across his shoulders, giving himself access to the silkiness of her panties covering her drenched pussy lips. He slid his finger up and down her slit, feeling the heat of her desire through the soft material. She drove her mouth down further on his cock, and he felt her throat hitch as she slid the rest of the way down until her lips wrapped around the base and his cock was completely buried inside her.

Jackson hooked one finger under the edge of her panties, and pulling them to one side, flicked his tongue gently up her cunt from her anus to her clit, carefully circling it without quite touching it. He teased her asshole with his thumb, and then slowly slid one finger into her cunt, driving it in hard to poke at her cervix before curling it under to rub it from side to side across her g-spot. Cerilene's body vibrated with almost uncontrollable pleasure as he slid a second, then a third long finger into her pussy, one driving into the center of her cervix while the second two fluttered across her g-spot.

She picked up the speed of her mouth sliding up and down the length of Jackson's cock, rolling his balls around in her finger and pulling gently at his pubic hair. With each downward stroke, she wriggled her throat firmly around his cock, driving it deeply into her throat. Jackson continued sliding his long fingers in and out of her pussy, then her body received a sudden shock as his tongue circled her anus before driving deep inside her asshole. Cerilene's body convulsed as his hands, tongue and cock invaded every hole in her body at once.

Jackson's hands pulled free from her cunt, grabbed her hips and forcefully flipped her over on her back. He grabbed his belt from his pants lying by the bed and whipped it around her wrists, then hooked the end over one of the slats of the headboard. He knelt between her legs, then smiled as he pulled her panties to one side and ran the length of his cock against her slit until the head rolled past her clit. 

"Oh please, please, Jackson...please...I want you so much...please!" Jackson smiled as he slid the head of his cock down to the opening in her slit, barely spreading her with the width of his cock, before pulling away and running it up and down her slit again. He slipped back and drove his tongue across her clit and deep into her cunt as she wrapped her legs around his head, grabbing his hair and driving his face deep into her cunt. Jackson palled away slightly, sucking cool air across her clit, and then sliding back up her body, biting and licking her as he went.

He sucked one nipple into his mouth, bit it hard, and then bit the other one, before mounting her hips again, kissing her hard, and his tongue driving far into her mouth as he guided the head of his cock to her cunt, aimed it into the grasping lips, and drove it all the way in with one hard stroke. Cerilene squealed as the head of his dick slammed into her cervix. He held it there, banging it in with short strokes as her legs wrapped around his body. He felt her muscles gripping his cock as her entire body exploded around him, her legs shaking and her hands pulling at the restraint as she came.

"Oh Jackson...yes...yes...so long, I've wanted this so long" Cerilene whispered as her body went limp under him. Jackson held her tight, his cock still rock hard inside of her. He felt her hammering heart under his and the sweat soaked slickness of their skin resting against each other. Cerilene buried her head into his shoulder, her eyes filling with tears. He kissed her gently, wiping her eyes with his fingertips, then kissing her cheeks and nose. 

Jackson rolled Cerilene to one side, lifting her left leg up against his chest. He slowly pulled his cock out of her, gripped in his hand and slapped the head against her clit repeatedly before slipping it back in, pulling it out again, and slamming it home hard. Jackson's hand came down hard on Cerilene's ass, and he started driving his cock in hard and fast, changing the angle in each inward stroke. Cerilene reached up and took Jackson's hand, sucking each finger into her mouth, one at a time as his pace accelerated, making the bed creak and complain at the stress.

Jackson moaned for a moment, and then pulled his throbbing cock free. "Sweetheart...I'm almost ready, and I want one thing when I come..." Jackson rolled Cerilene back over onto her back, slipped between her legs and buried his cock deep into her. He started driving in fast and hard, lifting her ass up and rolling his hips under hers to pound in as deep as he could, his cock pushing upwards into her g-spot then slamming back into her cervix. He felt her body responding to the force and fervor of his passion, her cunt matching his pace, muscles squeezing his cock with every thrust. "oh god...I'm almost there..." she moaned as he looked straight into her eyes, buried his cock in to the base, exploding into her in a huge spray of cum.

Jackson closed his eyes and nestled his head against Cerilene's shoulder. A gasp broke free from him as he began to catch his breath, and then he whispered softly into her ear as he held her tight... "Welcome home, my love..."



Coming Home



A misty rain was shrouding the forest as he dismounted from his horse. An excitement filled him as he entered the inn, it was many months since he had last visited, and though he had stayed for some time, he had departed quickly, robbing him of some of the enjoyment he had hoped to experience.

A serving girl hurried up and took his cape and hat, shook them out and bustled off with them and an order for a meal and a pint.

Rubbing his hands together he stood before the blazing fire pulling its heat into himself. Slowly he felt the chill dissipate from his bones. Settling himself at a table, he watched the other patrons in the alehouse. They were the usual assortment one found in these places, though he was glad none of the faces were familiar ones. Brawny, working men drinking their meals before going home to their women smelling of dry sweat and old ale.

She had not seen him enter the inn, but when Alice had run up to her and told her of his arrival she was not surprised. An unusual excitement had been building inside her for days, and she now realised her intuitive sense had known he would arrive soon. She smoothed her hair and straightened her clothes then tightened her bodice before taking his meal to him - a bowl of steaming stew and a measure of house brew. Aware of surreptitious looks from the present clientele toward the newcomer, she endeavoured to keep a pretence of professionalism. 

"Your meal, sir," she said, as she bent forward to place the bowl on the table. Excitement stirred in the pit of her stomach as his eyes fell appreciatively to the presented bosom. He smiled at her and fished several coins from his purse. 

"I will be needing a room, wench," he said, dropping them into her hand, his voice staying steady and neutral. "Can you accommodate me?"

"I'm certain it can be arranged, sir." Her dark eyes sparkled, and she could hear the slight quiver when she replied. "How long might you be staying?" 

"I have not yet decided. Possibly until the next full moon."

She nodded, slipping the coins into her cleavage. "I shall see what I can arrange for you, sir."

She turned and walked away, deliberately swaying her hips for him.

The stew was as delicious as the house brew was nasty, but he finished both with a smile on his face, all the while watching the activity in the alehouse as the various customers drank their wages and wrestled the wenches. The commotion served to distract him while he waited for the patrons to disperse. He had spent many lonely months leading his men on the front, and while his immediate goal for being here was physical, the anonymity he was enjoying made the inn a refuge. 

With a candelabra in hand she led him up the stairs, still endeavouring to keep a business like demeanour. As they fell into the shadowy niche offered by the above landing, he grabbed her to him, the quick movement causing the lit candles to flicker dangerously before one lost the will to live and faded into the darkness.

She gasped as his mouth devoured hers, his tongue plunging into her with a passion. His hand rubbed over her breast, her nipple immediately hardening against the cotton of her blouse. Her free hand grasped at his hair as she pushed herself against his body. 

"We have to stop," she whispered, "Someone will see us."

Still kissing, they disentangled their bodies, and slowly withdrew.

"I-if you'll follow me, sir," she said, a little loudly.

He nodded, and they continued up the stairwell then along the small passageway. 

"This is your room, my lord." The door opened soundlessly into a cosy room. A large, high bed covered in a thick duvet dominated the room, the only other furnishings were a dresser and a tub. "Would you be wanting a bath drawn for you this evening, sir?" she asked as she walked around the room lighting the lamps.

"A bath," he murmured, as he sat on the bed and began to remove his boots. "Yes, that would be nice."

"Very well, sir. I will return shortly." Her fingers trailed across the back of his hand as she left the room.

While Alice filled the ewers from the hot springs, she took a moment to ready herself for the evening. Discarding her bloomers, she decided to leave her petticoats on. This completed, she followed the young girl up to the room where they filled the wooden tub with the steaming water. Then closing the door quickly behind the serving girl, she fell to him.

"What took you so long?" she asked between kisses.

He trailed kisses up her jaw line, reaching her earlobe before whispering, "I am sorry, my love. It could not be helped." He grabbed at her dress, trying to slip her sleeve from her shoulder.

"Not yet," she said, "we have all night." Then withdrawing a little from him, she began to unlace his doublet. "But first, my lord, you need to relax after your long journey." Slipping the leather garment from his shoulders she let it fall to the floor as she slid her hands under his blouse. Drawing her breath in she caressed the warm smooth skin with her fingers, playing with the light patch of hair on his chest. Then pushing her hands up she guided the shirt over his head. 

As she brought her hands down, he grabbed her wrists firmly, "Yes, wench, we do have all night, but I have a good mind to take you here and now before you drive me insane with your torture." 

"Later," she said, laughing lightly at him then pulling her hands free from his grasp. Raking her nails down his chest, she loosened his breeches and completed her task of undressing him.

Admiring his nakedness, she walked backwards as she led him the several paces to the tub. As he sank into the steaming water he groaned appreciatively. "This feels so good." 

"Soon it will feel even better," she whispered into his ear as she knelt behind him. Taking a soft cloth in hand, she lathered it on the soap. Gently pushing him forward, she scrubbed at his back, kneading her fingers through the cloth into his knotted muscles. He lay forward over his knees as she massaged his back, and she could feel his body relaxing. For some time they enjoyed the intimate silence that being together produced, interrupted only occasionally when a small moan of pleasure would escape from him. She continued the massage, even after rinsing off the suds, but slowly the pressure left her hands until her fingers were tracing delicate patterns over his back. Then guiding him gently back, she leant over his shoulder to wash the rest of his body. The evidence of her attentions on his body was well manifest and his cock was standing erect, the head of it emerging out of the water. As she rubbed over his chest, she would kiss his neck, and her nails would flick across his hardened nipples. When she leaned forward to wash his leg, he turned and grabbed at her breast with his mouth. The movement startled her and her hand brushed against his erection. 

As she twisted slightly toward him, his mouth bit at one nipple and it responded immediately, straining through the moistened blouse. At the same time her other hardened with the stimulation caused by rubbing against his shoulder. In reciprocation her fingers closed around his manhood and began to gently stroke him. Her hand closed along the length of his cock, working in time with the pulsing of his blood. As the first drops of pre cum crowned the head of his dick, she released him, trailing her fingers through the thick juice.

"I've waited for this for so long," she whispered as she brought her fingers to her mouth. 

Moving around him, she held his hand and helped him from the tub. Taking a towel that was folded on the dresser, she wiped the water from his chest and arms, then knelt before him and began to dry his legs. As she did this, she deliberately blew across his cock, watching her hot breath stir the hair at its base. Smiling at the response, she flicked her tongue out, relishing the droplets of pre cum that were oozing from him.

"Oh, yes," he growled, holding her head firmly, encouraging her to continue. Deliberately she took the head of his manhood in her mouth, circling it with her tongue. Dropping the towel she had been holding, she began to knead his ass as her mouth worked on him. She could feel herself getting heated, her pussy was starting to ache, wanting to feel him touch her, enter her. She squeezed her legs tightly together to provide minimal relief to the urge that was building in her. Her fingers worked his hard butt cheeks, sliding down his crack and stroking the tender spot behind his balls. He groaned and staggered back a little, bracing himself against the bed as she continued licking along the length of him. Grasping his shaft, she looked up at him, and slowly enveloped his dick with her hot mouth. Swirling her tongue around the thick shaft, she swallowed, raising his excitement. One hand holding tightly to the base, her other caressed his balls, feeling them tight and heavy with cum. Pushing her breasts against his thighs, she continued working on him, knowing that shortly he would climax. As he approached his orgasm, his hands gripped her head tighter and his cock thrust into her mouth with a steadily gaining rhythm. Feeling the heavy pulsing in his balls, she released him and let his hot liquid spurt over breasts.

He swayed slightly and fell back onto the bed, and she crawled up his body rubbing her breasts and pussy over him. Straddling his body she put her mouth to his, gently sucking on his lower lip, feeling his tongue probe into her. Gently, slowly they explored each other's mouths, their hands interlacing as they relished the intimate closeness they shared. The heat in her belly was growing, the need to have him touch and taste more of her body and she could feel desire returning to him. Sitting herself up she ground her hips into his hardening cock and gasped at the feel of the slightly rough material of her petticoat rubbing across her clit. Cupping her breasts, she pinched her nipples through the damp material, the darkness of the areola showing through the now transparent blouse. He reached up and gently traced the neckline of her top with his finger, spending time at the central point where her breasts kissed each other, forming a substantial cleavage. Slowly he began to unlace the outer-corsetry of her dress, allowing her breasts to spill free from their confinement. Immediately her fingers tweaked again at her now exposed nipples and then she let fingers trace down her body and run patterns across her belly. 

With a sudden movement, he grasped both of her shoulders and turned her on her back, pinning her into the thick eiderdown. "Listen, wench," he growled softly in her ear, "I let you have your way with me and now it's my turn. I am going to fuck you until you scream. That sweet little pussy of yours is begging for me, isn't it?"

She nodded slowly, eyes twinkling, "Yes, my lord."

"Good!" He rose, his naked body muscled and taught in the dim light of the lamps. Once again he turned her over, laying her face down on the bed. Then grasping her ankles, he pulled her to the end of the bed, placing her feet on the floor, he left her prostrate across the mattress.

Pulling her skirts up he exposed her ass and her swollen, dripping pussy. 

"Ahh," he breathed as he dropped to his knees. "This is what I wanted to see." Then he ran his fingers over her ass cheeks, tracing a heart shape, letting them meet at the lowest point, just above her opening. As he caressed the folds of her pussy she squirmed in delight as electricity coursed fiery trails from her vagina to her nipples. Slowly he began to lick at her exposed flesh, tasting her juices, slurping at her. With his teeth and tongue he nibbled and sucked on her clit while he fucked her with his long fingers. For long minutes he worked at his prize, sending mini orgasms through her. They were rapidly growing stronger and she knew she was going to be past any point of caring if he continued like this. Pulling herself forward slightly, she gasped for breath. 

"Fuck me, please! I need to feel you inside me!"

"As you wish, my lady," he replied. Once more flicking her clit with his tongue. Then standing behind her he slammed his prick inside her hot, wet hole.

"YES!" He pounded inside her welcoming cunt, his balls slapping against her exposed clit and as he felt her pussy tighten around his dick he leaned over her, pressing his chest against her semi-exposed back. Encircling her with his arms, he gave several more thrusts, pushing her to her limit, and as she reached the edge, he pinched hard at her nipples, and nibbled on her neck. The multiple sensations pushed her through that final barrier and she screamed loudly into the thick bed cover. 

Her body shuddering with post orgasmic sensation, he let this slowly milk his cock inside her pussy, letting his cum ooze into its new home. Gently he extricated himself from her spasming hole and collapsed on the bed beside her. She turned her face toward him and placed her hand on the side of his face.

"Welcome home."



Coming Home



*Author's Note: After a painful break-up with my long term boyfriend a few months ago, I've been particularly frustrated that there are so many things I can't tell him--that I'll never get to share with him. But "knowing" it's over doesn't change anything. So this is for JWDS

*

We broke up months ago.

It hasn't gotten any easier on me. It should have by now, or so I'm told. But it hasn't.

Every time the phone rings, I hope to hear your voice. Every time I step foot outside my building, I expect to see you standing out there, waiting for me. I leave the curtains open at night, pretending you're out there watching me.

I'm coming home from work late one evening. My roommate isn't home so I'm looking forward to another night alone. Another night missing you.

My key slides into the security lock at the lobby door. It doesn't turn. It's late, I'm tired. I try again, but it won't budge. Just as I'm about to swear in frustration, the young guy from the floor above me opens the door on his way out. With a smile, he lets me inside. I smile back, weakly. I feel ugly. Repulsive. I've lost a couple dress sizes in the months since we split up--I was unable to eat after that time I dropped by, while you were at work, a week after you asked me to leave. That night I saw her nightgown on my side of the bed. So I'm skinnier now. Doesn't make me feel any prettier. Doesn't mean you notice me.

I think my neighbour may want to talk to me. I avoid his eyes and keep walking. I wish, sometimes, that I was more like her. Like your new girlfriend. That I could fuck random men and pursue other people's lovers. Maybe then you'd want me again; apparently everyone likes a skank.

I go through the second set of doors. The hallway beyond it leads to my apartment.

My eyes are focused on the house keys in my hand. It's strange--they don't look like my keys. It's been almost five months, but I can't get used to this new "home." Not when you're my home. I look at the keys and I expect to see my old ones. The ones that opened our front door, before you changed the locks.

Tears burn in my eyes. I take a deep breath and will them back. Nope, still not any easier.

Halfway down the hall, I glance up at last.

You're there. Just...there. Standing at my door. Waiting for me.

I blink a few times; it doesn't seem real. You. There. That's not something you would do--not ever. We spent years together, and it was always me who made the first move. I kissed you first. I touched you first. I wanted to make love first. I wanted to live together. You'd never pursue me--never risk yourself. That isn't you; you wait for things to come to you.

But here you are. At my door. Your eyes lock with mine. So intense. So blue. God, I've missed just looking at you.

I don't know who let you in the security door. I don't know how long you've been there. I don't know why you showed up and I'm scared of what this will turn into. A shouting match? Me crying again and you storming off?

As surprised as I am, my step doesn't slow until I reach you. The house key is clutched so tightly in my hand that the metal digs into my flesh. It almost feels as though I'm bleeding.

I take a deep breath. "Why are you--"

You reach for me. That alone is unexpected--in the final weeks before I moved out, just after our break-up, I had to beg you to touch me. But now your fingers slide around the back of my head, you draw me forward, and kiss me. And this isn't a typical kiss from you. Your lips push mine open, your tongue is in my mouth in moments. It's ravenous. It's rough. Your clipped beard is chaffing my chin, and it occurs to me how much I missed that feeling.

My back hits the door. You're crushing me and I love it. I breathe in deeply; you smell like...you. That mix of soap and men's deodorant. Your hand catches a fistful of my hair and it tugs on my scalp. I love that too and I think my panties are already soaked.

I don't say anything as I break away. You don't say anything either; you just wait while I unlock the door, and then follow me inside.

The door slams shut. Your mouth is on mine in seconds. The keys hit the floor and I don't give them another thought. I wrap my arms around your neck and clasp your t-shirt, digging my nails into the cloth.

You're real. You're actually, physically there.

You shed your jacket. I slip off mine. You return to pushing me against the door, hands roaming over my body. I shiver as your lips trail my throat, licking and sucking the flesh. It's been so long since I've felt anything but my own touch, and now this. The rush, the heat, the dizziness...it's like a welcomed hit after months of sobriety. You. My lover, my addiction.

Your hands run up my sides and around to my breasts, and you lean heavily into me. You're hard--incredibly so. As your hips grind forward, I lift my own to meet them. I groan against your lips. It's been too long.

My shirt is pushed up, over my tits. One hand scoops my breast out of the bra and you squeeze and maul me. My nipples harden under your touch and I shudder as your thumb flicks over the brown bud.

Strong fingers grasp my wrists suddenly and yank them from your neck. I open my eyes as you break our kiss. Fear tightens my throat as you squeeze my arms and I wait, breathless, to see what you'll do next.

You drag my arms upward and pin them to the door above my head. Your grip is forceful. Fierce. I fight you, trying to wrench my arms free, but I hope you won't let go. And you don't--you squeeze them harder until I give up. You grasp both wrists in one hand and hold them there, pressed firmly against the wood, while your other one travels over my body, between us. 

It's like you read my mind. All those years, and never this. Always gentle. Always thoughtful. Always nice. Me, too scared to tell you what I wanted--too scared to face what you might think of me. Too scared that you'd reject me for not wanting gentle, not wanting thoughtful. Not wanting nice. 

I meet your eyes. You stare at me, into me--through me. You know. 

My eyes roll back and I gasp as I feel your fingers move over my bare stomach. They pause only briefly at my jeans to tug loose the button and drag down the zipper. Fuck, I need you to touch me. Your hand slides over my panties and down, pushing the fabric into my damp heat.

Lips part and I breathe out deeply, half sigh, half whimper. Your fingers move over my cunt, drawing faint circles and pressing down every few seconds to massage my clit. Your body is inches from mine now, leaving me exposed to the cool air of the apartment. I arch my back, thrusting my tits outward.

"Open your eyes," you say in a low voice. "Look at me."

You never talked when we made love. Not ever. God, how I wanted you to.

"Watch me," you continue when I don't follow your instructions.

I open my eyes. You're studying my face as I'm panting, reading me. A faint smile plays on your lips as you as you push my underwear aside and thrust your fingers against my bare flesh. I'm so wet--I don't think I've ever been this wet in my life. 

My gaze moves down my body, looking between us, watching your fingers buried between my legs. My arms ache and I struggle to move them, but you hold me there. Firm. I'm rolling my hips forward, grinding against you. It seems so lewd, but I can't help it. Being held there--pinned against a door. Finger fucked. Watched. It's too much.

First one, then two fingers slid into my hole, and they pump in and out. Your thumb moves to my clit, rubbing in circles, and it's almost like sensory overload--I swear I see stars.

"Does that feel good?" you whisper.

I meet your eyes and barely manage a, "Fuck yeah."

"I want you to come."

For the first time post break-up, we actually seem to be in agreement.

I'm shamelessly humping your hand. Your fingers move faster. I feel the heat building; my body is trembling in anticipation, my breathing is irregular. I glance down again to see your hand working down there, to see my one tit hanging out of my bra and my shirt pushed up. I'm trapped there, between you and the door. You push harder on my wrists. I meet your eyes again.

Your whisper is like a command this time. "Come for me." You push your fingers in and out while you work my clit. 

I can't catch my breath. I can't breathe at all--my mouth is wide open and the only thing I'm focused on is the orgasm building between my legs. I shudder. I groan. I think my knees might give out--everything's aching, but I don't care. I'm so close that I'm delirious at this point--I'm muttering something, I'm crying out, I'm not even aware of what I'm saying. Your head leans closer, eyes focused on me, lips set in a straight line of concentration. I can't look away, can't close my eyes--I can't do anything but cry out and shudder as I come. My legs shake, my fingers ball into fists, and I feel the orgasm straight to my toes. Wave after wave of pleasure flows over me. I collapse against you. You hold me there, taking it all until the slightest touch on my clit makes me shake.

My arms feel like rubber as you release my wrists and they drop to my sides. One hand moves to my face, pushing sweat-soaked hair from my brow. I swear you can hear my heart thudding in my chest, and I still can't catch my breath.

I'm only vaguely aware of your movements now. I feel cold air touch my legs as you strip my pants down. My shoes are lost at some point as well. My panties remain, but not for long as you stand once more, grasp the cotton crotch, and tear them from my body. The sound of fabric ripping tears through me, and I shiver from fresh arousal. You meet my eyes and kiss me again. I try to get my hands between us, to unzip your pants, but I find you already there. Your jeans slid down, and a moment later you're raising one of my legs and throwing my knee over your forearm, angling my hips where you want them.

One hard thrust and you're inside me, balls deep. God it hurts. It's wonderful. You groan against my lips and hold your cock there, buried deep in my cunt. Feeling it. Savouring it. 

For the first time that night--in months, in fact--I feel some small measure of my power. I smile. "I bet I'm tighter than her."

"Fuck yeah," you whisper. You pull out only to pump into me again, driving my one foot still planted on the floor onto its toes.

I brace a hand against the wall to steady me while I grasp your neck with the other. My bare nipple drags against your t-shirt as you fuck me hard.

"Tell me you want me," I say. I need to hear it.

"I want you."

"Tell me you missed me."

"God..." You groan against my lips. "I missed you."

I feel like you're tearing my cunt apart--splitting me in two. It's been months since I've had a anything in me. I'm moaning, I'm crying, I'm lost once again.

I've lain in bed every night for months now touching myself, thinking about this. I wonder if you did too. I wonder if you thought of me while fucking her, or while jerking off in the shower. I wonder how often, even before we broke up, you thought of this--of holding me down and savagely fucking me.

In the public hallway beyond the apartment, I hear a door close and footsteps sound on the carpet. Your hand moves over my face, fingers clasping my mouth shut, but still you ream me brutally. I hold my breath, hold my cries, as the footsteps pass the door. Someone that close could hear us, if they were listening. But you don't stop. I'd be pissed off if you did. This turns me on--knowing we could be heard. Knowing rumours would swirl around the building.

I meet your eyes. You double up your efforts and thrust into me faster. You hand is still over my mouth and you put more pressure on it, keeping my head pinned to the door. It terrifies me, being held there. Being dominated. And I've never felt so hot in my entire life.

The hand over my mouth moves away from my lips and to the back of my neck. You yank my head to you and kiss me hard, bruising my lips.

"I want you from behind," you say as you release my leg.

I nod my consent. We never did that often, but god, it felt good when we did. Legs unsteady still, I move past you toward the spare cast-iron daybed where I sleep. The apartment is small, cramped. I miss our old bed. For a moment I wish we were there again, fucking in luxury on that king size mattress you spent two grand on. But then I get a flash of her nightgown on my side of it and I feel sick to my stomach again. Just like that, the arousal is gone. I want to cry. I want to die. I want things to be the way they used to be.

Your arms go around me from behind. I feel your body against my back, your hard cock sliding between the cheeks of my bare ass. Fingers grasp the bottom of my shirt and drag it upward, over my arms and my head, and you cast it aside. My bra goes next.

I still don't feel into it. I'm still hurt. God, I never thought it could hurt this much.

And then your hands slide over my tits. You squeeze them, knead them, tweaking my nipples. The contact leaves me gasping, shuddering, and aching to feel you back inside me. I lean back into you and close my eyes. 

"I want you," you repeat.

And I don't care where her nightgown is. I don't care where she is. I don't care what you've done or whether or not you leave me after you come and never return. I want to feel this. I want this one more time.

You guide me forward until my knees bump the edge of the bed. I crawl forward onto the bed, my ass in the air. Your hand moves to my hip. I glance over my shoulder to see your other one on your cock, directing it to my hot, wet opening. Your eyes are fixed on my cunt as you push forward. I start to watch your eyes roll back in your head, but then I feel it in me, stretching me, and I close my eyes as well. I grip the back of the daybed and hold on as you start pumping into me. My heavy tits swing back and forth from the force.

You grab my hips, fingers splayed and digging into my flesh. I feel your balls slapping my sensitive clit as you slam into me and I groan with every bit of contact. My grip tightens on the bed.

Solid flesh comes into contact with my back as I feel you lean over me. You reach around and grab one breast, while your other hand rakes through my hair.

"Fuck me harder," I whisper. "Faster."

There are no complaints from you as you pick up the pace. I feel your hot, moist breath on my ear, panting and grunting. Your thrusts become irregular now and your breathing all but stops. You're close. I don't want it to end.

"Wait," I say. I look over my shoulder again and meet your eyes. "I want you to finish facing me."

Once again, you don't argue; you stop suddenly, pulling away from me. I feel your hands on my body again and you flip me over, pushing me down onto my back. I can't take my eyes off of your sweat-soaked flesh. Here you are, still the same. I know every freckle, every scar, every hair.

You fall atop of me and thrust into my cunt in one swift movement. Taking my wrists in your hands once more, you pin my arms above my head. I wrap my legs around you and raise my hips to meet yours. You fuck me with long strokes, sliding in and out, moving in deep then pulling out again 'til only the tip remains. This isn't fucking to get you off yet--this is fucking for the feel of it. This is prolonging it, enjoying it.

Releasing my wrists, you sit up and raise my legs so my knees are slung over your shoulders. Your head rolls back and you groan. You like this angle. God, so do I. I'm bucking my hips to meet yours.

You reach down to grasp my tit, tugging my nipple until I can't tell if I feel pleasure or pain.

"Play with yourself," you say as you look down at me.

You've asked me to masturbate in front of you before, and I never would. I was embarrassed. Still am, at the thought.

"Play with yourself," you say again, more forceful this time when I don't respond. 

I like that you're not asking anymore. You're commanding. You're taking. 

I reach down and cup my mound. God, I'm soaking wet. I slide my finger over my clit, thrumming that sensitive little bud. My face heats up with embarrassment--part of me can't believe I'm doing this. Your gaze is fixed on where my hand is working, so I play it up for you. I get right into it. My other hand grabs my breast, rolling the flesh around. I think of how many times I've laid on this bed touching myself, dreaming you were here with me. I feel orgasm closing in fast and I'm bucking my hips under you, rubbing my clit, getting closer and closer...

I cry out as I come again. My cunt spasms around your cock. Your body collides with mine as I recover, pounding me faster and harder. 

I promised myself I wouldn't act stupid around you anymore--I swore I'd stop seeming so desperate. But I can't help it. I open my mouth and the words are coming out before I can stop them.

"Tell me you still love me," I whisper.

Your eyes are closed, but mine lock on yours anyway. Waiting. And then you look at me and the words leave your lips.

"I love you."

Hearing that feels even better than either of my orgasms moments ago and I can't help it--I continue. 

"Tell me you want me to come home."

You confirm my worst fears by not answering. Later, I know I'll cry. I'll hate myself for even asking. I'll play over and over again in my head all the things I should have done differently so that we wouldn't have reached this point...

But for now, I savour it. For this moment, it doesn't matter what happens. You're moving in me, panting hard, and I feel you jerk suddenly and cry out. You pump into me three more times, jets of heat shooting inside me.

Soaked in sweat, you drop down on top of me. My arms go around and I kiss your brow, then close my eyes. I don't want this feeling to ever go away.

All too soon, you seem to catch your breath and shift in my arms. I expect you to get up and leave, but instead you move to my side and drape an arm over me. Your fingers travel up and down my side. I shiver.

"I want you to come home."

My lip trembles and I feel tears in my eyes. I still don't open them. "We have a lot to talk about," I say softly.

I feel your head next to mine move as you nod. "I know."

I turn so I'm facing you and hug you tightly. You hug me back and I know the truth...

I already am home.



Coming Home



After a week of flirting with the fearsome Scots it was time to board the train home. The station was far more modern than one may have expected. Thanks to the constant threat of those with exploding devices there were cameras everywhere and very few places to loiter. Nevertheless, Diana wanted to start their return trip with something a little different. For the past week she had been enjoying the men and women who shared her nights at the sex club, "Club Grotto". Becca on the other hand had been fitted with a chastity belt. She was allowed to "do to others" only what Diana permitted, no-one but Diana was allowed to "do to her". As with many things, it's not what you know, but who you know that gets you places. Diana knew someone, who knew someone, who could get both her and Becca passed security and into the office complex where the stationmaster and other executives worked. 

Diana and Becca stood at the stationmaster's door. Becca took off her long coat to reveal an almost see-through dress. It was short, white and very tight. Anyone could have seen her nipples pressing against the soft fabric, and the deep brown of her lovely round areolas through the soft weave. Had she not maintained a perfectly waxed sex a passing glance could easily detect a telling shadow through her dress. As it was Becca's legs cast a perfect silhouette and when the light was right behind her, the outline of her pussy lips could easily be seen. Diana lay Becca's coat over her arm and then knocked politely on the office door.

'Come in,' came the reply.

Diana opened the door allowing the light to stream through Becca's dress so as to reveal as much of her shape as possible. Becca hesitated just long enough to see a hansom, fifties something man sitting by his desk. The stationmaster's eyes traced her form up and down. From the stunned look on his face and the fact that he didn't get up to greet his guests, Diana deduced that he was no longer fully in control of his senses. Half of her work was already done. Diana ushered Becca inside. 

'Stationmaster, we are here as part of a training program, that prepares young women for certain, let's say diplomatic duties.'

'Oh good, err... how canni help yer?'

'Get down on your knees.' Diana's voice was authoritative.

Becca immediately obeyed Diana's command.

'Don't be alarmed. This is Becca and she's my apprentice cock sucker.' 

The stationmaster's eyes followed Becca to her knees. 

'Yer apprentice wa?' came his lusty brogue.

'Hmmm...' Diana ignored his question. 'She is in her fourth year and nearing graduation.'

'Graduation?' his question beggared belief.

'Yes she has only to pass a few more assignments, like the one, and she will have earned a place in our nation's most erotic... I'm sorry, I meant exotic national service.'

Diana may as well been speaking Greek as the stationmaster didn't appear to hear a word she said. When Becca got down on her knees her tight skirt rode up so that her bare pussy peeked out from beneath its hem. He couldn't help himself, he just stared at her crotch, oblivious to everything else going on. Encouraging the blood to drain from his brain Becca began walking toward him, on her knees. Her skirt rode up higher and her pussy lips seesawed. The stationmaster's eye's were filled to the brim.

'Ahem,' Diana coughed loudly, finally catching his attention.

The well built civil servant looked up at Diana. Happy to have his attention she smiled and said, 

'She is here to suck your cock.' Diana's voice sounded so very matter of fact, that her declaration sounded bizarrely correct, as though Becca was performing an official duty or fulfilling a parliamentary order.

'I really am quite good,' Becca smiled, her heart beating a thousand miles an hour. 'Would you like me to unzip your pants, or would you like to...'

Becca stopped in mid sentence as the burly Scot strove to free himself. He leant well back in his chair in an attempt to take the pressure off the offending fastener. 

'Here let me,' Becca said, as much out of frustration as desperation. 'You have such chunky hands.' 

Becca smiled inwardly wondering if the old adage were true. Within moments she had undone his button, and unzipped his trousers. All the while Becca hoped that her handy work was going to be rewarded. 

'Y fronts,' she exclaimed as though they were something of a rarity. 

All the men at the Grotto where they stayed wore nothing at all beneath their kit.

Diana enjoyed the sight of her young trainee rummaging about in a perfect stranger's underwear in search of what she believed would be an impressive find. Within seconds Becca pulled out a cock, that while not fully inflated, was as burly as it's owner. Becca's mouth enveloped its head even before it reached full size. 

'Oh gawd,' he moaned.

Diana's brow quickly developed a deep furrow as the man began to huff and puff. Becca had hardly managed to swallow his length, which was a not overly impressive six and a half inches, into her throat when he pushed her away. His thick cock sprang up and spurted a single stream of cum high into the air. 

'Oh, Oh Gawd...' he cried as though done an injury.

His cum fell to an ignoble end, unceremoniously spattering on the floor between Becca's knees. His balls went into spasm again and again, but no more than a few drops of cum dribbled down from his cock. Becca sat back, disappointed, she had lost her appetite. 

'Well done,' Diana exclaimed. 'I think a "C plus" is in order, however, next time we will need to find something more like a slow and steady freight train rather than the express service. Nevertheless, well done.'

'Thank you Mistress,' was Becca's only response.

The stationmaster tucked himself away as Becca rose to her feet. Just for a moment she stood with her feet at shoulder width, her skirt hitched up and her lovely pussy right in front of him. Despite her disappointment Becca smiled, then turned around, widened her stance, bent over, and adjusted the strap on her high heel shoe. Disbelief flashed across the stationmaster face. The most perfect round bottom, and pussy without so much as a single pubic hair to hide behind, completely exposed right in front of him. 

'You're such a tease,' Diana laughed.

Becca stood up, slid her skirt down over her hips and headed for the door. The stationmaster was just as shocked to see the two sexy women turn and leave as he was to see them come in only a minute or so before. Then they were gone, forever a strange and erotic memory.

♂♀

The train rattled as it crossed the many junctions on its way out of the city. Traversing the suburbs was the slow part of the journey, soon they would be speeding toward London. Diana seemed to squirm in her seat, frustrated by the unresolved sexual tension that had been building in her from early that morning. The episode with the stationmaster was no accident, but she had anticipated a far richer encounter. As she recounted her disappointment she thought how lucky she was not to be some poor woman wedded to a ten second wonder, never knowing the thrill of a good hard shag that lasted the best part of an hour. 

'Are you alright?' Becca asked having noticed Diana's constant fidgeting.

'I'm fine... why?'

'Oh it's nothing,' Becca lied.

'It must be something,' Diana demanded.

'It's just that you appear uneasy, you know fidgeting and stuff.'

Diana locked her fingers together and lay them in her lap as though to still the storm. But the storm still brewed beneath. 

'I'm just... I'm just so horny that I could... well I don't know what.' Diana's inner tension was more apparent than ever.

'Would you like me to... ahem... help you out?' A wicked tone filled Becca's voice.

'That would be nice, but how about we go find another stranger.'

'Your erotic wish is my command, Mistress.'

'Great.'

Diana locked the cabin door, turned, took Becca by the hand and led her down the narrow passage. Diana whispered her wicked plan into Becca's ear. Once at the bar they separated, Diana perched herself on a stool in the corner and watched Becca do her thing. She's so sweet, this should only take a few minutes, Diana told herself. A number of men and a few woman appeared to have noticed Becca's surprisingly erect nipples tenting the soft fabric of her blouse. Becca made eye contact with one after another, but most of them turned away embarrassed at being caught ogling her lovely breasts. 

After no more than ten minutes of flirtatious behavior Becca had her first success with a thirty something banker. She was tall and dark and had the most remarkable green eyes. Their eyes met and lingered, Becca knew she was the one. Becca maintained eye contact, stroked her hair, uncrossed and re-crossed her legs and then the tall dark woman got up from her seat, strode toward her and without as much as an introduction asked her to dinner. After accepting the invitation Becca glanced toward Diana who gave her that knowing look. Becca saw Diana head back to the cabin. With Diana gone Becca lavished her undivided attention on the hansom stranger. The banker was a fast mover, apparently she was disembarking at three in the morning and had no time to waste. Still, Becca was surprised when, before the main course had even arrived, she felt the woman's foot nuzzle up between her legs, her toes rummaging in Becca's soft pink folds. The banker's eye's brightened up when she realized that Becca was neither wearing any panties, nor had a single hair on her silky smooth pussy. As planned Becca invited her conquest back to the cabin where Diana was waiting. 

Pressing Becca up against the wall, the banker kissed her. They may have escaped the confines of the dinning car, but there were still plenty of prying eyes. Becca took her hand and led her down the passage toward the next carriage. When they reached the door at the end of the carriage the banker again pressed Becca to the wall, only this time she stood behind her, her hot breath on Becca's neck, her hand reaching up under her skirt, between her legs, her fingers finding Becca's sex wet and inviting. Becca arched her back and turned her heels out as the banker's fingers explored her hungry folds. Long fingers plunged into Becca's interior, not once but over and over as they stood together at the end of the carriage. Becca knew that she had to take charge or Diana's plan would not work. 

'Are you all right miss?' came a warm masculine voice.

Becca turned, 

'Yes thank you. In fact I'm better than alright. My lover was just about to drop to her knees and kiss me properly. You are more than welcome to watch,' Becca's boldness caught herself by surprise. 

The man stammered as Becca put her hand on the banker's shoulder and pushed her downward, hoisted her skirt then lifted one leg. Her clean waxed pussy was the most beautiful of sights, pink, swollen and covered with her own special lubricant. Becca's eyes sparkled as she looked from her nakedness to the bewildered stranger.

'It's okay. I want you to look,' her voice smiled, sweet and inviting.

The man's eyes fell toward the paradise he would never know as the banker's kisses began to caress the softness of Becca's lips. An erection tented his trousers. His face went red, but still he watched the tall dark woman's tongue slide up and down Becca's slit. 

'Slide your tongue into my vagina,' Becca said, making sure the man could hear.

The banker did as she was told.

'Now I want you to watch your fingers as you slide them into me. In and out seven times, remove them and present them to me so that I can lick them clean.'

The woman stopped fucking Becca with her tongue, sat back and watched as she drove her fingers in, out and in again. She was careful to count seven thrusts before removing her fingers. As she reached her hand up toward Becca's lips, Becca took her hand in hers and began to lick her own juices off them. Becca kept her gaze fixed on the man who was watching. He was mesmerized. Becca made sure she smeared the taste of her pussy all over her lips, before giving up the banker's hand. 

Becca dropped her leg, allowing her skirt to fall about her thighs, covering her divine form. 

'You can stand up now,' was all she said as she moved toward her audience of one. 

Becca's hips swayed ever so seductively with each step, her eyes swam with desire, and her voice was like the sirens of old, alluring to the point of torment. 

'Thank you for your concern. Had I been in trouble I would be forever in your debt.' Becca's arts were those of a Goddess.

'Oh ahh...' the man was speechless.

'Shhh...,' Becca pressed a single finger to her lips, then put her hand on his shoulder and stretched up on her toes and kissed him, gently, sweetly on the lips. He opened his mouth just a little as his desire threatened to overcome him. The taste of her pussy drove him wild, but then it was over. Becca stood down, smiled, pivoted on one foot and headed for the door. The man stood motionless watching as Becca took the banker by the hand and disappeared from view.

No sooner had Becca opened the door than the banker saw Diana, laying cuffed and naked on the floor. 

'Oh my God you really are amazing,' the banker gushed.

'That, my dear, goes without saying.' Becca was playing her part well.

'I've never had a threesome before.' 

'And you won't be having one tonight. Like you, she is for my pleasure alone.'

The tall dark woman with the stunning green eyes didn't know what to do. But, in for a penny, in for a pound, whatever Becca commanded she would obey. 

Diana had miscalculated just a little, she never intended to miss out twice in a row. But powerless to intervene, Diana lay helplessly on the floor while Becca made love to the tall dark woman. 

'Take off your clothes,' Becca's command was precise.

The banker undressed. Becca watched intently, which, she noted, the banker seemed to like. First she undid the buttons down the front of her blouse, pulled it from the waistband of her slacks and let it fall from her shoulders. The Banker's breasts were incredible, perky, her nipples were almost black, standing tall and thick. Each nipple was a mouthful. Her green eyes darted toward the zip on the side of her slacks, watching her fingers undo the catch and then slide it down. Becca was not her only audience, Diana also enjoyed watching her performance. Once her zip was down the banker's lovely eyes focused on Becca, then and only then, did she push her tight slacks down. Rocking her hips from side to side she slowly revealed the loveliest lime green lace panties Becca had ever seen. They looked superb against her beautiful dark skin. Her trousers fell to the floor and she stepped out of them, bent down, picked them up and lay them carefully on the end of the bed. 

Just a few short curly hairs snuck out from the sides of her panties betraying her unshaven state. 

'Before you take them off, I would like to see you turn around.'

'Your wish.' Her silky words were accompanied with a slight nod.

The lovely tall stranger turned slowly on the spot, stopped with her back toward Becca, shifted her weight from one leg to another, swaying her round bottom from side to side and then completed her turn. Becca loved the way the lace pants covered her lovely curvaceous bottom. Far more sexy than a g-string, Diana thought as she lay looking up at the bright green on chocolate brown. 

'You can take them off now,' Becca's desire laced through every syllable. 

The banker widened her stance, ran her hand over her crotch and then around to her buttocks before bringing them to her sides. Her thumbs slid gracefully between her skin and the waistband urging the adorning cloth from her spectacular body. As she lowered her pants she bent forward and looked down. Her pussy was covered with short tightly curled hair. She moved her feet together as her pants fell to the floor, stepped out of them with one foot and lifted them, dangling from the other, to her waiting hand. Becca put out her hand. The banker yielded and handed them over. Becca smiled then put them to her face and breathed deeply through her nose.

'Nice fragrance.'

'Thank you... ummmm...'

'You can refer to me as "Mistress".'

The banker smiled, as though they were playing a game of "Doctors and Nurses", then in a slightly shy voice said,

'Thank you Mistress.' 

'Now turn around, bend over and spread your legs,' Becca's voice was more sultry than before. 

'Yes Mistress,' the banker woman smiled to herself.

Her bottom was well rounded, firm and tight. She bent forward, and spread her legs so Becca could see her dark mound and short velvety hair. 

'Spread your cheeks, I want to see your pussy open.' 

The banker pressed her knees against the seat, reached around behind her and pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her pussy responded immediately. Dark skin highlighted the bright pink gash that opened below her vagina. She was really beautiful, dramatic and enthusiastic. 

Diana watched from the floor, amazed at Becca's control. Becca admired the incredible sight before her. The banker stood bent over, holding her sex well open, for Becca's pleasure. Becca stepped to the side, allowing Diana to see as she started to molest her first ever conquest. Her hands slid up and down the banker's bottom sliding them over the banker's hands, then down between her cheeks, over her anus and between her legs. The woman was wet, and her sex was aromatic. Becca resisted only a few extra moments before sliding her tongue up the slippery pink track. She closed her eyes as her senses were filled to overflowing. Becca stopped licking, closed her mouth and again breathed in deeply through her nose. The banker's scent was lovely. Her pheromones were accelerants to Becca's fiery desire. Her tongue dove deep into the banker's tight hole again tasting her bounty. 

Becca look a step toward Diana then dropped down to lick at the banker's clit. Happily Becca's hand reached Diana's anxious sex. Diana was so aroused, her pussy ached with desire. Becca's fingers were nice, but Becca avoided bringing her to orgasm. 

'I want you to lean forward so that I can fuck you,' Becca's wish was more than welcomed.

The banker released her grip and her cheeks bounced together temporarily closing her gaping sex. Becca reached for her bag and extracted a large double ended toy and a leather waist band and socket. Within moments she had inserted one end of the dildo into her own pussy and tightened the strap around her waist. She parted the banker's cheeks with the massive toy, pressed its head against her wetness and allowed it to slip through her fingers and into the banker's vagina. The tall black woman had never been fucked by another woman wearing a strap on before. It was different, it was erotic. No sooner had Becca reached her depth, than she pulled out and ordered the woman to turn around, lay back on the seat, raise and spread her legs.  Becca watched enthusiastically as her strap-on masculinity disappeared into the woman's interior. 

'Oh god that feels so good,' the banker moaned.

The dildo spread her wide as it pressed ever deeper into her body. Becca delighted in watching her 'meat' slide in and out. Becca noticed that every time she withdrew the dildo from the banker's tight vagina her inner lips were dragged back, funneling around the shaft like a flange tight around a pipe. She loved the sight of the woman's labia being pushed in with every thrust almost as much as seeing her dark pink flange trailing the shaft as she pulled it out. Becca had to stop watching the dildo going in and out as the erotic sight combined with the jiggling dildo pushed deep inside her own sex threatened to send her over edge. 

Becca loved the sensation that the double headed dildo gave her, pushing and pulling deep in her own sex as she fucked the stranger. The bend in the dildo created an unusual angle. With every thrust the dildo pushed against the back of her vagina and every time she withdrew the dildo from the dark banker's hole it pulled hard against the front wall of her vagina, increasing the sensation in her clitoris. Becca had to resist coming, hopefully she could last until the moment the banker rolled her eyes and curled her toes. 




Coming Home



The banker's nipples created a feast, big and full, her areolas were so dark and puckered that her nipple rose an inch or more, thick and hard. No sooner had Becca started sucking them than the banker started moaning,

'Fuck me harder, please harder.' 

Becca loved the power she had over this woman, but knew the sound of desperation when she heard it. She eased off on her nipples in exchange for faster and more powerful thrusts. Within less than a minute the beautiful banker woman was reeling in ecstasy. A magnificent orgasm ripped through her from her engorged pussy up her spine, through her very being, her eyes filled with flashing lights as she squeezed them tight, like sky rockets exploding in air. Her mind was filled with pleasures she had never felt before. Becca was so close to her own orgasm, but slowed down to extend the banker's pleasure. Becca was the most generous of lovers. The banker's moans became much quieter as Becca's thrusts slowed. Becca lent forward and sucked one of her lovely big nipples into her mouth and suckled like a child. The banked put her arms around Becca, cradling her and pulling her closer her, pressing Becca's mouth onto her lovely spires. Becca savored the sensation, as the banker moved her sweet mouth to her other breast. Becca sucked with a renewed vigor as she started rolling her hips back and forth. Unlike a man, a girl like Becca wearing a strap-on doesn't need to wait to get hard again, she just fucks at will. 

'Oh God,' the banker moaned as her pleasure soared. 

Within moments she was approaching another orgasm. Becca couldn't believe it, but the banker's body responded so quickly that she was reached orgasm without hardly any stimulation. Diana hoped that Becca recognized her partner's need to be screwed mercilessly. Unlike the first time, Becca didn't slow down. She thrust the big dildo in so hard and fast that she quickly approached her own orgasm. The banker gasped for breath as her orgasm subsided only to reach another more powerful orgasm. Becca pounded the thick rubber cock into her lover, harder and faster, her breasts bouncing wildly. The pain Becca felt in her hips held her orgasm at bay while the banker writhed beneath her. Sweat covered Becca's perfect body, her breast heaved and her belly rose and fell like an athlete after a long race. Desperate to give the banker one last and more incredible orgasm, while pumping the big eight inch dildo in and out of her already satisfied hole, Becca slipped her left hand down between the banker's legs and forced two fingers into her vagina. As her already full vagina stretched to accommodate the new invaders, Becca took hold of the woman's enormous left nipple and squeezed, pulling as hard as she could. 

The banker squealed a kind of breathless plea for mercy then gasped again as another orgasm began to tear through her consciousness. Becca could feel the tension build in her lover's body. The dildo was harder to push in as the banker's vagina clenched tightly around it. Becca thrust faster and deeper, curled her fingers up pressing hard against the banker's g-spot. The banker's breaths were so fast and shallow that Becca may just as well been strangling her. Her climax grew until she finally stopped breathing altogether. She reached a plateau she never knew existed as the most powerful, mind blowing orgasms washed over her. She was so filled with pleasure that she drifted from consciousness then passed out. 

Becca slowed her pace, then, when she realized what had happened, withdrew her fingers and dildo, checked for a pulse and then listened for a heart beat. The banker's heart was beating so fast Becca couldn't count them. 

'She'll be fine,' Diana's voice rose from the floor.

'Are you sure?'

'Positive, just give her a minute or so, her breathing will return to normal and she'll regain consciousness. She probably won't remember anything other than the best sex any human has ever encountered.'

'What..? I mean what do you mean?' Becca implored.

'Sex doesn't get any better than "so powerful you pass out."'

'Oh... I see what you mean.' Becca felt slightly more assured.

'Some women pass out all the time, others never do. But I think this may be the first time she has had really great sex and probably the first time she ever passed out. So when she wakes, don't say anything that may scare her.'

'Yes Mistress,' Becca was happy to assume her normal role. 

A moment or two later the banker started to moan and then opened her eyes. Becca stroked her face. Smiled and said,

'Where did you learn to do that to a girl?'

'I had a good Mistress, who knew just how to fuck a girl.' Becca grinned, both relieved and flattered. 

The banker had a quick shower, got dressed kissed Becca and dashed to the door. But before leaving, she turned and threw her green lace panties to Becca.

'Something to remember me by,' her wicked smile went all the way to her lovely green eyes.

Becca smiled, knowingly, as the tall dark banker closed the compartment door behind her and ran toward her own compartment. 



Coming Home



She walked to His door, down the long hall of the apartment building. She was dressed as He'd requested ... her red strapless dress hugging her curves, the hem brushing her thighs just above her knees ... the necklace He gave her adorning her neck ... she felt nearly naked without stockings, a bra or panties beneath the dress. Her hair was pinned up, soft curls falling around her face. 

As she raised her hand to unlock the door, she slowly released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She reached for the doorknob, turned it slowly. 

She stepped inside, silently cursing her shoes as they echoed in the front hall in the silent apartment. She set her small black purse on the counter. As she moved to step into the living room, she nervously brushed a hand over her dress. She wanted to look her best for Him, always did. 

The first time she'd been here He'd allowed her time to look around, to take in her surrounding and makes herself comfortable in His home. She admired various items throughout the apartment, taking in the small bits and pieces of His life. Now she saw things she didn't see the first time ... she saw herself bent over the ottoman in the living room ... stretched up on her toes, hands bound to the spiral staircase ... pressed against the wall as He kissed her for the first time ... she sighed softly, felt her body already reacting. 

She stepped further into the open room, debating with herself. He'd told her simply to wait for Him. He knew she functioned best with specifics, and this was a test ... a test of whether she would be able to be in His space without Him, when she was missing Him terribly. She had asked whether she should leave the dress on and, after teasing her a bit, had told her to leave it on, that He wanted to see the dress, but the shoes were up to her. And that was all He'd give her. 

She glanced around the room ... the couch ... the chair ... the ottoman ... she stifled a small moan. She stepped nearer to the chair ... the chair where He'd sat last time, watching her as she lay on her back on the ottoman, arousing herself as He commanded. She slipped off her red heels and set them out of the way. She sank to her knees near the front corner of the chair, smoothing the dress over her legs and assuming the preparation position He'd taught her. She left space as she would if He were there. Space for Him to be able to sit if He wished, so that she would be positioned next to Him, kneeling at His feet ... where she belonged. 

Her heart was racing. Every nerve in her body vibrating, longing for His touch, His kiss. She took a long, slow, deep breath, laying her hands upon her thighs, closing her eyes. She focused on her need for Him, immersing as He had taught her. Then she rose, slipped her heels back on and went to the kitchen to pour wine for when He got home.

She heard His key in the door and her breath caught in her throat. She smoothed a trembling hand over the skirt of her red dress as she turned away from the wine she'd been pouring. 

They'd been apart for two weeks because He had been traveling for work. It wasn't unusual, but whenever they were apart she had a slight, nagging empty feeling as if something vital was missing in her life when He was away. She also had a hunger for Him, both physical and emotional hunger. She longed to hear Him command her, longed to feel Him touch her, longed to pleasure Him. 

He stepped down the front hall and turned to the kitchen. He smiled as He saw her. He could see the love, devotion and pure emotion so clearly in her bright blue eyes. She stood still, watching Him, a soft smile forming. "Hello Master," she all but whispered. "Welcome home."

"Thank you pet," He said as He set His keys and phone upon the counter. Stepping into the kitchen, so nothing stood between them, He simply opened His arms. She practically ran to Him, her heels clicking on the floor. She wrapped her arms around His neck and held on so tight. He wrapped His own arms around her, lifting her up off the floor. As her feet dangled, He spun her around as He kissed her bare shoulder. 

When He set her back on her feet, she released her grip just enough to be able to look up into His eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, before He wrapped a hand in her hair gently, tilted her head back and kissed her. They both poured all the passion, longing and need from the past two weeks into the kiss. Her nails dug into His shoulders as she pulled closer. Their bodies melded together. He wasn't the only one home. She was back at home in His arms.

She practically whimpered when He broke the kiss. He tugged her head back a bit more and waited for her eyes to flutter back open and focus on His. Then He tilted her head and His mouth moved to her ear. His teeth sunk in, gripping, grinding. He tightened His hold on her waist as He felt her squirm and her knees begin to buckle. He knew this drove her crazy. 

She moaned deeply as He continued to bite her ear even as He growled, "I've missed My pet." He backed her up against the wall, holding her there with the weight of His body against hers. He couldn't help but moan as she began to grind herself against Him. When He finally released her ear, she was gasping, dizzy with her need for Him. 

His hands slid along her arms, pulling them from around His own neck until He was able to press them over her head against the wall. He held her wrists together above her with one hand. He used His other hand to grasp a nipple through the fabric of her dress. She inhaled sharply and arched toward His hand. "Open your eyes little subbie." Her eyes, overly bright now, snapped open and found His. "Who owns you?"

"You do Sir," she whispered. 

"Are you sure?" He prompted. 

"Yes Sir," she nodded. 

"And what are you willing to do for your Master tonight little subbie?" 

"Anything," she replied, feeling it in the deepest core of her being. He could see the truth in her eyes. 

"Your Master is feeling greedy tonight. It's been too long. i'm going to use My pet."

"Yes please Sir," she breathlessly whispered. Her eyes drifted closed as He leaned in close and softly kissed her forehead, then her right eye, followed by her left, before He took her hand and led her to the stairs ...



Coming Home



So now the day for Fern's release had arrived. The time had come for her to enter the world as a new bride and a one legged one at that. 

For her release from hospital, Fern had asked her oldest friend Christine to bring a special outfit to wear. It was a deep plum coloured full length skirt that was complemented with a black, sleeveless vee-neck blouse, just tight enough to highlight the sweet breasts that had always been such an attraction of Fern's. On her foot, she would wear a light brown, 5.5 inch calf boot with 1.5 inch platform, inner zip and lace up front. These were comfortable clothes and she knew that she needed to feel comfortable this day. 

So here she was, sitting in a hospital issue wheel chair waiting in her room when Don arrived about noon time. She was ready. Her right foot sat strangely alone on the footrest of the wheelchair that would be her locomotion to the front door of the hospital. What was left of her left leg was only noticeable because the suede dress material cascaded over the end of her stump and fell flat to the seat of the chair. She looked down at the chair and its one foot rest with its one leg resting and smiled. She was radiant and at the same time nervous about the adventure ahead.

Don had always liked this outfit and in fact it had been one that they had used for one of their fantasy outings to Vancouver. He wondered if Fern had chosen it for the fact that it had many erotic moments attached to it. At any rate, his Bride of less than 1 ½ months was beaming as he strode into the room with a bouquet of red roses. He handed the bouquet to her and with his other hand pulled her up from her chair. He wrapped his arms around her back and engaged her in a most passionate kiss. 

Fern's knee buckled slightly and if Don's hug had not been secure, she might have stumbled, hopped and possibly fallen back into the chair. As it was, she literally fell into his arms and kissed back with the passion that they had missed and that was coming from Don in such waves. To an onlooker if there had been one, Fern's right foot, stretching tippy-toe as she reached to receive Don's kisses looked very natural and used to its role of assuming all the balance required to keep her luscious and womanly body from falling.

As per the rules of the Hospital, she had to be wheeled to the front door. Don continued to wheel her up to the door of her black, late model Mercedes SUV. He opened the door, steadied Fern's chair and she rose from her chair. She grasped the opened door and the roof of the car and took several hops to align herself with the seat of the car. Looking into Don's eyes, she smiled and hopped to him for a quick kiss. Hopping back and repositioning herself again with the seat, she sat down in the seat, shifted her stump around to the centre of the car, lifted and guided the skirt into the car and followed that with her long, lithe right leg and its sexy shoe adornment. 

Settling in, she noticed how strange she felt. First off, she was a passenger in her own car. Second, looking down into her lap as she was pulling the seat belt into position she noticed only one long, leg extending forward. There was nothing issuing from her left hip beyond the fallen fabric draped over the round stump of her left leg. The left side of her seat was mostly empty! 

Don was eager to get Fern home and show her the many convenience features he had installed in their new home while Fern recovered in the hospital. These included things like lever door handles, remote electric switches, bathroom renovations including a handlebar and a new, raised toilet, a safer surface on the floor of the tub and shower and a shower that now was at the end of a portable cord that reached down to the small stool sitting expectantly in the corner of the shower stall. Originally, the shower had been designed to accommodate two but now the stool and a one legged Fern would fill the stall. There was still room without her stool though, for a Fern and a Don holding her for support. 

First he had to drive his new wife, his newly amputated wife, home to start their new life together. He returned the chair to the hospital doors and stashed Fern's crutches in the back seat of the car. They were ready to begin their new life as a married couple and at the same time adjust to the new reality that was a wife with one gorgeous leg and one tantalizing stump of a leg.

When Don climbed into the driver's seat and leaned over to kiss his new bride and lay his hand on what was left of her left leg, he nearly lost his "cool." He instantly felt an urge toward hardness in his groin, a desire to take this gorgeous woman, his new wife, home to love her, to caress her and to stimulate every inch of her abbreviated body. Fern too felt aroused as she was not unfamiliar with the feel of Don's hand on a pretend stump. But this time, instead of sensing Don's hand on her folded knee, she felt a twinge of sensation coming from higher on her thigh than past experiences. This new sense was more of a touch on the inside and back of that remaining thigh stump as opposed to a sense of touch on the end of a folded knee stump. 

It was only curious where the sensation was coming from. Probably because of all the connections from those amorous moments that the two had spent together with a simulated stump over the years, Fern now felt that familiar twinge in her womanhood. It was a sense that she had "been here before" and that she knew how much pleasure was ahead with the touches and caresses of her real stump. Perhaps really being one legged wouldn't be all that different than before and this sense suggested that it might actually be better.

"Come on Honey, we have to get home. I have a nice lunch prepared, some wine in the fridge and some new things for you to see that will help us both in our new life together," Don said as he engaged the car and the two of them drove on into their new life together as an amputee couple.

They drove lost in their own thoughts. Neither doubted their new future. Both reflected on how the fates had brought two people together who shared an interest in a certain charade that had just recently become reality. The pleasures they had shared before, whenever Fern dressed as an amputee had grounded them and in a sense, prepared them for this moment. Don turned into the driveway of their new split level house, parked the car outside the garage door and turned to Fern before smothering her lips in another passionate kiss. 

"It has been almost two weeks since we have been able to touch, tease and tantalize each other," he said. "That's too long to wait. That wait might just have been worth it though because of what we have done during that time. Look at you! You're beautiful, your eyes sparkle, your hair is gorgeous, your complexion is shiny and look what we now have that we didn't have before: we have a real stump of an amputated leg in our family. I can't believe that I now have one of the most gorgeous legs to play with as well as a stump of a left leg. I love the new gift we have to share and enjoy."

"Oh Don, I'm so nervous about all of this. Yes, we surely do know how excited we got when we played our game. But now it's no longer a game. Now I can't do some of the things we did together when we enjoyed our love fantasy and I would unwrap my "stump" and get my leg back. Now, my leg is never coming back."

"Darling, my love for you is stronger than the games we used to play. Those games we used only to arouse and excite ourselves beyond what others can only dream of. But there has always been more to us than our love fantasies. I know that once you heal and get fully adapted to your new shape, we will still walk together, go fishing and visit antique stores. How will the loss of a leg interfere with our love of good food and wine and shared enjoyment of cooking? If we can no longer X-Ctry ski, who cares, we can still toboggan, go tubing and even learn to downhill ski. You should still be able to swim and I'm sure we will find ways to dance together; I really sense that our slow dancing is going to get better. No Fern, this accident is sad. I wish it hadn't happened to you. But it has and I'm not bothered. I would go through our wedding vows again tomorrow and I would burst with joy to see you crutch down the aisle on your one leg. We WILL make more out of this than seems possible now. Come on inside and let me get lunch together."

"Oh Don, I want you to lick and touch and caress all that is left of my left leg. It's all we have now my love but it's more than we had before when we pretended and when I was your 2 legged wife. After all, you have only ever been able to love one of my legs at a time. The other one languished from inattention. Now, ALL your attention can be focused on just one of my legs and at the same time, your tongue, and YOU, can get aroused by the thought that there is a new "toy" to play with that hangs from my panties on the left side. How many of your friends have BOTH a leg and a stump to play with, to tease, to tantalize and enjoy? Aren't you the lucky boy"" she cooed.

It seemed that lunch could wait. Fern crutched her way into their new living room, and sat down in the deep leather love seat. She beckoned for Don to join her. Don placed the rose bouquet on the counter and sat eagerly on her left side. He reached out with his left hand and took Fern's cheek in his hand and smothered her in another passionate kiss. "Oh how I love you," he whispered. "I loved you as a woman with two legs and now that you only have one leg, one that just so happens to be one of the world's most outstanding legs, makes no difference in my love for you," he assured her.

Fern quietly pulled Don's head down to her lap and pulled up her skirt so that Don could kiss her stump, so that he could nibble what was left of her thigh and arouse her feminine urges as they had done so many times in the past. His supple tongue began to lick and his teeth began to nibble Fern's STUMP everywhere but on the sutures. 

Fern was swooning in pleasure as a strange, warm sensation encircled the remnant of her thigh. When he licked the bottom of her stump and around back where an upside down "U" shaped stitch line marked where the Surgeon had taken the residual anterior quad muscles and folded them back over her 9" femur to form a robust and thickly padded stump, Fern's sense was that Don was licking the front of her amputated left front thigh. And when Don's tongue was on the back of her stump Fern sensed a caress on the front middle of her thigh. That was so odd but so sensual and arousing as well. Fern was very wet and eager to be filled with Don's passion. "Help me up my darling Husband and take me to our bed. I want you again. I want to make love so slowly and passionately that this first time for real as a one legged lover is a moment that we will never forget."

Don bent first to unzip the calf boot Fern had worn home. And as he was removing the boot, he allowed his hand to caress and tickle up and over her well shaped right calf to her thigh. There his fingers caressed and kneaded Fern's toned thigh and Don began whispering to her about the perfect leg that he was worshipping. Fern was getting wetter and wetter and wondering how she was going to make it to their bedroom when Don rose and reached out his hand to her. She took his hand and allowed herself to be pulled to a standing position, albeit a rather shaky one. Her passion and general weakness made it harder than usual to balance on her one leg and she hopped gently as Don embraced her. 

He handed her crutches to her which she slipped into. In a dazed and weakened state, she crutched down the hall to the bedroom with Don right behind her, his eyes feasting on her one precious bare naked foot peeking from the bottom of her skirt. He reached out and tried to gently clasp and caress her stump through the skirt fabric until she scolded him and reminded him that she was having a hard enough time balancing and crutching without further arousal. With that she tossed her hair back, looked over her shoulder and asked Don to get her to their bed as fast as possible so that he could kiss her, and love her and make love to her one fine leg and its new partner, a round, robust, soft, breast like stump of a left thigh.

It wasn't but a few more moments and the two of them were under their eider down each clasping the other as if the moment was to last forever. They hugged, they swayed and Fern was able to use her stump as an extra hand to rub Don's thigh and stomach and urge its inclusion into the space between his legs where she found a swollen member just waiting to fill her with its love and care and warmth. 

So far, the real stump was proving to be even more arousing than the simulated one. Fern loved Don's gentle attentions to it and Don loved everything she did with her new stump. This new toy, the fact that they had not laid together for a couple of weeks, and the reality of their very passionate love, took the two of them from the early afternoon until the early evening without even getting out of their bed. Then the two of them collapsed together in passion and love and let the perspiration and juices from their sex mingle and cool together. "Perhaps," Fern whispered to Don, "this is going to have some very good points."



Coming Home



I’ve been gone too long, four years of college and two more getting my career started. Now, being home with Mom and Katie is like finding my roots. I do not mean to say I did not like being on my own, plenty of girls and living in the gym so much of the time. I don’t mean weights either but boxing, God I love a good fight.

Training to be a mechanical engineer and being lucky to be transferred back to within commuting distance of home, just seems too good to be true. So much has changed, Katie is nineteen now. She grew up while I was away, I know I have to reconnect with her, and there is time though. 

Even Mom seems more at peace since the old man died, dad wasn’t old but the name just stuck. Five years has gone by quick, Mom is only forty-four and I have to admit that she still looks hot. Older women just seem drawn to me, especially when they find out I have a big dick. Who says size does not matter.

The biggest thing is, now I have to find a gym, I love boxing too much to give it up. At twenty-five and in my career, no one imagines what I like to do for fun. Back in LA, even the black fighters did not want to spar with me, they said I hit too dam hard. I was always proud of that, I knew I could never go pro but respect from guys who were really good, made me realize I was feared. Respect is what it’s all about.

There are some issues I have to straighten out at home though. Katie dresses like an old lady. It’s those two fat Carlson sisters she hangs out with, be friends with them but you do not have to dress like they do. I have to set Katie straight and soon.

I can tell she has a cute body, nice little ass and small tits. Just the way I like them, she is my sister but I have eyes. The baggy jeans and the big shirts, she is trying to hide or something. Maybe, she thinks she is ugly, I’ll fix it. 

But, my other concern is not going to college. She wants to be a Massage Therapist, where did that come from. Christ, I have had plenty of chicks give me a massage and they certainly were not therapists. Mom says she knows what she is doing so I guess I might just have to accept it. A Massage Therapist though, she’s to shy too even look people in the eyes let alone give a massage.

I have not even looked at her love life; something tells me she is still a virgin. Nothing wrong with that but if she keeps hanging out with those tow cows, she is never going to get laid. And with that cute little body, that would be a waste. I have to admit, I find myself checking her out, so she must have a cute package otherwise my radar would not go on.

“Please Please Please.” Katie said.

“All right, I’ll do it. I’ll be your test patient.” I said.

Katie needs to practice giving a massage and guess I will be the recipient. Jesus, I didn’t think about it but do I turn over on my back, I haven’t got laid myself in a while and what if I get a hard on. This could be tricky, going to have to think of those fat friends, that will kill my dick from acting up.

“I’ll be down in ten minutes, I need a shower.” I tell her.

Be a good time to jerk off too, no chance of getting hard with her rubbing my stomach and thighs. For some reason, when women rub my thighs, I just get hard, don’t know why but I do. No time to jerk off either, plus nothing to look at, I need to at least see some skin on a woman. 

Shit, what do I wear? Am I supposed to wear my shorts or wrap a towel around my waste? If I wear my shorts, that will help keep me under control. She will not know the difference; odds are this is a one shot deal anyway.

“You’re just supposed to wear a towel; I’ll get oil on your shorts otherwise.” Katie said.

How the fuck did she know I had my shorts on. Even worse, she has one of those white gowns on. I knew the kid had nice legs; it would be easier if she dressed the way she normally does. Now, this is going to be tough. My head says no but my dick might say full speed. 

“Relax; I’m sure plenty of girls have given you a massage before.” Katie says.

Yeah, and they ended up with their legs spread wide open too. I fucked Susan for twenty-five minutes straight the last massage she gave me. But, I do not think little Katie wants to know those details. Dam, Susan and Katie are built about the same. Great, Katie gives me a massage and memories of Susan give me a hard on. What have I got myself into? 

This kid is good, I really am enjoying this. Guess there is a difference between a masseuse and a massage therapist. The way she is rubbing my back and arms, I’m in heaven.

“I can’t believe how hard you are.” Katie says.

What did she just say, did I hear it right. Maybe this kid is not so naive after all. She couldn’t have meant it the way I thought she did.

“All right, time to do the front. Roll over.” She tells me. 

My biggest fear is what if I start to get hard, the black guys in LA always teased me about how hard I could hit for a white boy and also having a big dick. I wonder why white guys aren’t as big as the blacks; I measured mine at seven and a half inches. Women sure never complained.

Great, those little hands are working there way up to my thighs. I need a bigger towel. There is something about the way she is moving those hands and fingers. She might be a virgin, but she has some cat like moves too. And those legs, Jesus, just the way she’s stretching. Almost like, she is giving me a look at her body.

Too late, what do I do now? Her hands are on my thighs, think about anything except this. Maybe, no, it’s getting hard. She knows what she is doing, the little tease. Now my cock is straight up and she is still rubbing my thighs. 

What do I do, she already knows I got a hard on. I should make her jerk me off, that is what I should do. Sister or no sister, just lay back and enjoy it. Too late to worry now. She will just figure all guys get erections from a massage. Sure, I am sure they are taught that in school, happens all the time.

“Jeez Jimmy, you could be a porn star.” Katie says.

Now I know this kid is fucking with me. Now her hands are on my balls, sister or no sister. She’s either going to jerk me off or watch me do it. Let’s see if she likes being teased, God, I'm getting horny.

“What do you know about porn?” I asked.

“I look at porn, just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I don’t like it. Mommy does too.” She answers me. 

Great, my balls are being rubbed by my little sister and now she tells me her and mommy look at porn. I can feel my cock about to explode.

“I love to watch when the guy…” She just leaves that hanging out in mid-air.

When the guy cums, that is what she is saying. This kid is killing me. I can feel her fingers moving up past my balls now. She will have those little hands wrapped around my cock in about a minute the way she is going. Let her, she caused this; she knew what she was doing.

“You keep moving your hands up and you’re going to see it happen live.” I tell her.

“I’ll give you a happy ending.” She says.

Did she say happy ending? Holy shit, the towel just came off and she has both hands wrapped around me like a baseball bat. This kid is good, I need this, I really do. It’s just a hand job, no big deal, not as if I’m fucking her or anything.

“Let me pour some lotion on you, I can’t believe how big you are. I wonder what it would feel like to…” Katie says.

You keep talking like that and I am going to rip those clothes off and fuck that little virgin pussy of your’s. Is she a virgin? Now, I wonder. Keep pumping kid, move both hands up and down. Pour the lotion on and make believe it’s your tight little hole I am fucking. Almost there baby, just a little more. 

“Do you like looking at girls my age on the computer? Do you get turned on? What do you like them to do?” She asks me.

Almost there, it’s close. I can feel it coming.

“I bet you like to look at them with their ass wide open. All guys like that pose.” She teases me.

“You keep teasing me and I’ll make you pose that way. Pussy and asshole wide open. How would you like that?” I say.

Relief, finally. I’m shooting.

“C’mon baby, stroke it all out of me.” I say.

Past the point of caring now, this kid has either jerked off a lot of guys or watched a lot of movies. I hope it’s the movies. 

“Aw baby, just keep moving those hands up and down. That’s it; you know what you are doing.” I tell her.

I cannot believe how this kid jerked me off. Now I’m wondering if she is a little whore. I know it sounds terrible for me to say. Double standard for guys, we can fuck all we want but girls are whores if they do. 

“Jimmy, I have to tell you something. This is the first time ever that I did this. I have never been with a guy but something just started to happen as I rubbed you. Don’t be mad at me, Please. I want to be like other girls but I don’t know how.” She says to me with tears in her eyes.

Christ, I have cum all over my stomach and tears coming out of her. What the fuck do I do now? Am I her teacher because I let her jerk me off? I owe this kid something for being away five years.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to take you under my wing and teach you some thing’s. Don’t worry kid, I don’t start trouble but I finish it. You’ll be ok, you certainly did well tonight.” I say.

“Did I do it right?” She asks.

Did you do it right, I shot so much out of me I thought I was drowning. She must have watched a lot movies or someone has coached her. Mom would not have done that, but she is the one who said I had to come down here. I have to think of Katie, she said. Did she know what Katie was going to do? Now, I have two sex kittens on my hands. I’ll find out.

“Katie, you were great. I needed it. You really did a good job.” I say.

Imagine telling your sister she did a great job jerking you off. She did do a good job though, just wished she would show a little more skin. Easier to look at and be jerked off at the same time. This kid is good.

“So how was the massage?” Janet asked.

Now Mom is asking about the massage. I have to admit, in her tight jeans and little top, I would not mind going downstairs and having her jerk me off too. Older women are hot, and they all seem to want to take it in the ass. Christ, now I am thinking about fucking my mother in the ass. But she does have a nice ass.

“It was great, I really needed it.” I say.

“Katie couldn’t get over how hard you were.” She says.

What did she just say, I was hard. Did I hear right. OH my God, she’s bending over right in front of me. What an ass, I would fuck that all night. What am I thinking? Great, she caught me looking. Bullshit, she did it on purpose. I know this game, they play until it’s time to fuck. But, she is my mother for Christ sake. 

“She said she really had her hands full.” Janet says seductively.

Why don’t you just take those jeans off, keep bent over. Let me see that camel toe, she does have a nice ass, ans she knows it too. She knows what she is doing; now my cock is hard as a rock. She has some cat moves. Well, I have some moves too. 

“She really did a great job; I think she had some coaching though. I bet you would give a great massage. Epically if you wear those jeans, I think those are camel toe brand, aren’t they?” I say.

Let her squirm now. This is actually fun, who would have ever thought I would be flirting with my mother. Who ever thought I would be jerked off by my sister, either? Let see what her next move is. 

“Do you like them, I like showing camel toe.” She replies. 

I cannot believe it, if she spreads her ass any wider I’ll cum again. Now her nipples are sticking straight out, I should have come home sooner.

“You certainly show camel toe, that’s for sure.” I say.

“This is what we have to teach Katie, tonight was the first time I’ve seen her this excited. Hanging out with those two sisters, just keeps her hidden away. She idolizes you and tonight she pleased you. She feels safe with you, as I do, and I think you’re going to have to be her teacher.” Janet says.

Is she saying what I think she is saying? Fucking my own sister or is it teaching her about life. Giving her confidence or fucking her, which one. And what about this one, she’s not spreading her ass and nipples sticking out for no reason, either.

“You mean…” I cannot even finish.

“What ever it takes.” She says.

Getting permission to fuck my sister from our own mother. I don't know why but the thought of having Miss Camel toe here riding my cock is driving me wild. Maybe we should fuck and Katie can watch and get her confidence up. I am too far gone to worry about saying the wrong thing now.

“Maybe you and I should work together, like surrogates.” I say.

“I hoped you would consider that, she could learn by watching us before you start fucking her, I mean having intercourse.” Janet says.

I never knew how hot she was until tonight; I would fuck her right now if she hinted at it. Give me a sign and I will rip those jeans off you’re skinny ass.

“She certainly did a good job jerking me off.” I say.

“Jimmy, we’re flirting with each other and that’s between us. But Katie needs to have her confidence inflated and you and I are the only one’s she really trust. Those Carlson girls are just keeping her at their level. I’m sorry they are obese and miserable but Katie is not like them.” Janet tells me.

Sounds different now how she puts it this way. It kind of makes sense; I am going to have to look at it that I am helping Katie. Having sex and helping someone at the same time, going to have to deal with this one for a while. Mom’s right though. Why not.

“I’ll take her under my wing and be a teacher to her, we both will be. Tomorrow, I am taking her to the Mall. She has to start dressing differently to feel better about herself. Jeans, thongs and tops like you have on. If you dress sexy, you feel sexy.” I say.

“Camel toe jeans?” Janet asks.

“I love that tight little ass you have. I wonder though, do you like having you’re asshole stretched as much as your pussy.” I ask her.

“OH, I think of that big cock stretching my ass wide open, kind of turns me on. Especially having Katie watching as you shoot inside me. How’s that sound?” She asks me. 

“Like a plan.” Is all I can think of saying.

Lying in bed with my cock hard as a rock, tossing and turning. Better get some water. Walking to the kitchen, I can see Mom’s door half way open. I bet she is just as horny as I am.

“Jimmy, is that you?” I hear her say.

“Yea mom, just getting something to drink.” I answer.

“I was just reading one of romance novels. Why don’t you come in and I‘ll read some it to you.” She tells me.

My cock is on full alert now. I did not think it would happen this soon. Opening the door and walking in, Jesus, she’s on her stomach naked, just lying there like it's no big deal for her son to walk in and find her nude. Slowly, she opens her legs and lifts up just enough so that her ass is wide open. I can see her pussy glistening and she’s acting like it’s no big deal. Fuck it, I take my t-shirt and shorts off and standing there with my cock sticking straight out.    I take in just what a great body she has for being over forty. The setting is so perfect, her hair rolled up behind her neck and those gorgeous long legs. Acting so coy as she opens her legs even more and turns her head giving me such a seductive smile. I feel like I'm goanna cum standing here. 

“Listen to this, he see’s her light still lit in her room. Slowly, opening the door and stepping in quietly. He is greeted by the sight of the naked young woman; she knows he is standing behind her. Letting him know what she wants, she opens her legs wide open and lifts her hips slightly. She wants to feel him spread her apart, sliding into her aching cunt. Holding her down, riding her as she squeals in ecstasy and with his cock wet from her dripping hole, he pulls out and shoves deep inside her waiting ass. Letting it contract its muscle tightly around his shaft, waiting for the cream to explode inside her.”

I climb on the bed and come up on top of her. She must feel my cock on her lips; she’s still pretending to be reading the book. Her pussy is so wet, my cock slides all the way in and I start stroking her long and deep.

“I can’t believe how big it is, fuck me, fuck me hard.” She moans.

“C’mon sex kitten, tighten that pussy around me.” I say.

I cannot believe this is probably the best sex I’ve ever had, maybe because its taboo but I just love fucking her. Then I have an idea, “C’mon Janet, my wild Milf. Wrap those lips around my cock, squeal you little whore.” I tell her. 

I don't know what happened but it sure had an affect on her. She laid herself flat on the bed and I pounded her pussy. She pushed her ass up to meet my every thrust. I was thinking of fucking her ass but this just felt too good right now.

“I’m you’re Milf, ride me with that big cock. Is my pussy tight enough for you?” She moans.

“I can’t believe how tight you are, all you Milfs like to fuck.” I moan.

I want to stick it in her ass but wonder if it might be too big. I don’t want to hurt her either.

“Fuck my ass; c’mon let that snake spread my asshole apart. You’re not going to hurt me; I fuck my ass with a dildo and a vibrator in my cunt all the time. Fill me baby, I want to feel that hot cum shoot into me.” She moans.

This chick is just too much, just the thought of having her asshole and cunt filled drives me wild. I pull out of her and slowly slide into her quivering asshole, this feel so good. I cannot believe I am fucking my mother’s ass, this bitch is so hot. I know I am not going to last.

“Fuck me, fill me with your cum. You better get used to doing this; I have two holes that need to be filled all the time.” She moans.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” I moan.

“Shoot it deep inside me, go all the way in and shoot it. I want to feel it deep. I can feel it, it’s hot and you’re still shooting, I can feel your cock as it shoots each strand out. Let it all shoot inside me, I told you I would surprise you.” She moaned.

I just lay there, so easy to just pull the blanket up and go to sleep. Odd though, it’s ok that I just fucked her brains out but sleeping together some how wouldn’t be right. I know, it makes no sense but I think we both felt that way. As I was about to walk out, she said, “Goodnight honey, I think I better buy some more novels.” 

I slowly walk back to my room; I still can hardly believing what had just happened. The best sex…and it was with my mother. She is just too hot.

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

Standing in Macy’s lingerie department felt a little strange, especially with my sister in tow. But, the kid needs my help.

“I would guess you’re a size two and a 32 A or B cup bra from where I’m standing,” I say.

“I know I have small boobs.” Katie replies.

I can tell she feels inferior, all women are supposed to have big boobs. If they don’t then there is something wrong. I think that is bullshit. Give me small boobs any day.

“Big boobs sag, small ones don’t. I love a woman with small boobs, especially long legs, and a little butt. You have a great figure, you just have to show it and feel good about yourself. There is a girl on the internet called Andi Pink, I’m telling you, she looks just like you. You just have to see yourself the way I do.” I tell her.

Taking a nineteen-year-old girl shopping for thongs and jeans makes for a frustrating adventure. I think she realized when she tried on those Levis that she caused me to get a hard on. This kid is strange, in some ways she is so shy and withdrawn but with me, she is a little sex kitten. They both are but last night was the best sex I ever had.

Now, I could use another massage. I don’t want to ask but sure wish she would ask me. Wrap those little hands around my cock and pump me until I explode. That’s what I need right now, a nice 4:00 PM hand job.




Coming Home



“Katie wants to show you something, I think it’s about some girl, AndI Pink I think she said. Then I think she wants to practice on you downstairs. Hope last night didn’t wear you out too much.” She says.

“I could do that three times a day, no problem.” I say.

AndI Pink, I wonder what she wants to show me. All I know is I need to get off. These two are driving me crazy.

“So what do you want to show me?” I ask Katie.

Clicking on her computer, she brings a picture of a girl on her knees and she’s spread wide open. Ass and pussy, Jesus, this kid is killing me. Wait a minute, that’s AndI Pink. Katie is just playing with me. What a tease she is.

“Do you really think we look a like?” she asks.

Take your clothes off and spread that little beaver for me. Then I’ll tell you. Now my dick is hard as a rock. Tell me you want to jerk me off, C’mon kid. I need it.

“I was thinking more your face and figure.” I tell her.

I can tell she is looking at my pants, hard to hide when that guy is hard. She knows what she is doing; I cannot believe how cute she is.

“I have the room all set down stairs, why don’t you take a shower and I’ll give you a nice back rub.” She says.

Thank God, I was afraid she would never ask. A hot shower and a nice hand job, sounds good to me. I need it bad.

“I’ll take a quick shower and be down in ten minutes.” I say.

My dick is so hard; I might as just let the towel hang off of it like a towel rack. Great, Mom is bent over again in those jeans, is this planned? Did she just happen to be standing in the hallway as I come out of the bathroom giving me another look at that ass of hers? I don’t think so.

“OH, I didn’t hear you come out. Katie is so happy that you took her shopping. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see her actually being excited like a normal girl her age.” Janet says.

I hear what she is saying and at the same time, it’s obvious that she is looking at the bulge in the towel. This chick is just too much, maybe I should forget she is my mother and just see her as Janet the hot Milf. It works for me and I think she wouldn’t mind it either.

“She said for you to go down and lay down, she’ll be a few minutes.” Janet says.

Man, this Milf is hot; she walks away and bends down again giving me another look. I need that hand job now for sure. That little sex kitten is in for a surprise, I think I will squirt a gallon.

Wow, look at the room, lights down low and two candles lit and even music. This kid knows how to set the mood. I wonder though, this just does not make sense, she is supposed to be this little shy reserved introvert but she sure doesn't act like it. Well, let me lie down and wait for the princess.

“I’m sorry about keeping you, I took a quick shower.” She says.

I must have nodded off, didn’t even hear her come in. There goes the towel, no pretense now. This kid has great hands; she really could be a great massage therapist though. But, all I want now is her to wrap those hands around my cock and get me off. Shoot it all over my stomach like yesterday, you little tease.

I cannot believe how she’s rubbing my thighs; my dick is going to explode. She’s too good at this, I can’t believe how she knows so much, is it from watching porno’s? Who cares anyway?

“All right, time to roll over.” She says.

Trying to roll over with a hard on is tricky, especially if you have a big dick. Jesus, she’s naked. I never even thought to look before; this kid has a nice body. Just my type, long legs and a cute little ass, tits that point straight up with long nipples. What now? The Milf said to wait for her so we could teach her, teach her, she is teaching me. I’m missing something here, I know I am.

“Do you really think I look like AndI Pink?” She asks me.

Go a head, bend over and show me that little ass. Open you’re cheeks so I can see that little pussy, Christ, she moves just like Mom in how she’s teasing me. Like she took lessons.

“You look better than her.” Lame reply but I can’t think of anything while looking at a girl who’s teasing me with that tight little body. I’m goanna shoot all over those little tits, that’s what I want.

She’s not even bothering with my legs, just go's for the cock. I can’t believe how good she is, she knows just the right rhythm. Go a head, stand next to me with that little ass just inches away, let me see that little pussy again.

Rubbing my arm now, what’s with this? Letting my hand slide down her ass, go-ahead baby, stroke me. Why are you hesitating, wrap those fingers around my cock. Do you want me to ask?

Rubbing her ass against my hand again, I know what you want now, you little tease. You want me to rub you’re little pussy, why didn’t you ask. You can't be that shy, can you?

That’s it; open yourself for my hand to come up to that tight little box. I’ll make you cum standing up, that’s one thing I am an expert at, fingering a chick to cum. You going to ride my hand, is that you’re plan, let me find that little knob and then you’ll moan.

Go ahead, spread your legs wider. I can’t believe how wet you are, I’ll be stretching that little hole soon enough. Moan, go head, let it out, scream if you want.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming.“ She moans.

I’ll finish her off quick now. She’s almost there, that it, squeeze your legs together, I know you are cumming.

“I want to suck your cock; I want to taste it as it shoots out of you. Rub me faster, I’m almost there.” She moans.

I want it too, c’mon baby, you have be close. Yup, your there. I know the signs. Just relax for a minute, let yourself feel it, enjoy the moment.

“You’re turn.” Is all she says. 

Stroke me, tighten those hands around me. That’s it, now you’re finding the rhythm. I can’t last long, not looking at that sexy little body. Look at that little ass and those tits, c’mon baby, jerk me off in your mouth. Wrap those lips around me and swallow it down.

“Janet said you fucked her brains out and then shot it in her ass. Are you going to fuck me too? You going to stick it up my little ass.” She says.

“That’s it, talk dirty to me and I’ll cum every time. Yes, I’m going to fuck you, I’ll stretch that little pussy of your’s wide open. I’m goanna cum, wrap your lips around my cock and let me shoot into your mouth.” I moan.

That’s it, almost there, OH God this can’t be happening. This kid is just unbelievable, Oh yea, here it comes. What’s it taste like, jerk it all out of me, you got it. Stroke me baby, I can’t believe it‘s shooting in your mouth. Suck it all down; let it slide down your throat. Christ, you are not even gagging. You’re driving me crazy, that’s it; let it shoot on your face. 

“It tastes so sweet; I always wondered what it would taste like.” She says.

Lick me like an ice cream cone, that’s it. Jerk the rest out of me; swallow it down you little whore.

“I can’t believe how much cum came out.” She says.

Just let me relax and not think, you never tasted it before. Is that what you just said? Mom told you I fucked her and you called her Janet. I’ll figure it out later. Go ahead, lick my cock, you’re too good kid. 





Coming Home



"Kates?" Peter called as he stepped into the basement. His eyes adjusted to the gloom of what had been his-their-childhood playroom. Against the wall he could make out the shapes of Little League trophies. No lights were on in the room, and the midnight sky outside offered little illumination. Most of his family was sleeping upstairs, in whatever bed or sofa they could find, drawn together as his grandmother slipped towards death. 

"I'm over here," a quiet voice answered. Kate reached for the light switch on the lamp next to her. "Careful, someone has rearranged the furniture." He saw her, then, curled into the corner of the daybed. Her eyes were red-rimmed and her face pale. Without thought he moved towards her and sat down on the daybed. 

"All of my happiest memories are in this house. Gramps, Grams, and you. No matter how bad everything else in my life was, I knew when I got here it would be okay." Kate fought back tears again. Her childhood hadn't been perfect, but Peter's had been brutal. Their grandparents did everything they could to keep Peter with them as much as possible. An only child living in a downtown condo, Kate had spent as much as she could on her grandparent's farm, racing ponies with Peter. Suddenly he laughed, the light up his face, baritone laugh she had loved for as long as she could remember. "Remember when Gramps and Grams went into town and we drove the truck?"

"Do you mean do I remember when we went mudding in the truck when you were all of, what, thirteen? And you drove through a field Gramps had just finished preparing, after you told me I was to young at twelve to drive?" The conversation naturally drifted into the warm, happy memories of their grandmother and their own childhood antics.

"Anyway, if I had been the one driving the dune buggy that day it never would have flipped over," Peter informed her in the tone of voice she never had been able to abide. Katie sat up and playfully punched him in the arm.

"If you had been driving we would have all ended up in the lake!" Kate cried, and Peter tickled her side in answer. She retaliated by hitting him with a pillow. They jockeyed for position and dealt out playful blows, but soon Kate found herself pinned to the daybed. She stopped laughing and tried to catch her breath. Peter's black eyes bored down into her. "Why, Kate? Why did you leave for college and disappear from my life? Why have I only seen you at Christmas? You've come to visit Grams and never called me to say you were in town. You were my best friend, and then you were just gone." She closed her eyes against the pain in his voice. When she purposefully distanced herself from Peter she knew what she was doing, that she would cause him pain. But she had chosen the lesser of two evils, and had lived with her horrible choice for the last eight years. 

Peter continued to look down on her. Her thick, glossy chestnut hair had come loose and floated around her head. He could see the rise of her breasts under the pink tank top, and could feel the swell of her hips pressed against his own. Cousin, yes, but more than that. Soulmate. Other half. Best friend. "You know I got divorced?"

Kate nodded, still unable to open her eyes. "Do you know what she looked like? Light eyes, brown hair, medium height, freckles. That's how all of my girlfriends have looked."

No, Kate thought, no. She had to make him stop talking. "Peter..."

"You, Kate. They've all been attempts to replace you. But none of them have had your sense of fun, your intelligence, your...Kateness."

Tears now slipped down her face. She had hoped that only she was tormented by the idea of a relationship that could not be. She had hoped that Peter only thought of her as his cousin, his childhood playmate, and nothing else. She had hoped Peter would settle down, and have the happy homelife he had been denied as a child. She had hoped to go to her own grave with her terrible secret never known.

"Peter, we're cousins! The woman dying upstairs is our grandmother. I haven't meant to ignore you, I've just been..."

"Liar," his voice gruff. Although Kate was better at coming up with stories to hide their misdeeds, she was such a horrible liar she always got caught out. It was her voice. It went higher and flatter, not the animated honey-whiskey voice that had haunted him since she was thirteen years old. 

Now her voice cracked and her eyes opened. Light eyes met dark. Peter moved over her, pinning her down with his body. She felt the lean, clean weight of him press down upon her the way she had often imagined. He felt the softness of her breasts and hip flatten beneath him, her face inches from his own. Kate wasn't lying about their grandmother, and Peter knew that after she died, Kate would have no reason to return. A life without Kate was unbearable.

When his mouth clamped down upon hers, Kate tried to fight, moving her head. But his mouth stayed with her, and Kate began to fall into the kiss. With each flick of his tongue she felt some previously unknown part of her come alive. He shifted his weight so that he lay next to her, and she was pinned between his body and the wall. Carefully, he slipped one hand under the edge of her pink tank top and drew circles on her abdomen. Kate mewled against his mouth and he could taste her tears. He knew that the price of this night would be tears, both now and later. With great control, he moved his hand up to her bra, and was glad to find it was front clasped, the kind of bra he always remembered seeing in Kate's mess of a room when they were young.

Deliberately he unclasped her bra and pushed the tank top up over her breasts, reaching around her so that he could grasp both breasts. Their weight was unexpectedly heavy in his hands, and felt himself growing hard against his jeans. He pushed his thumbs against her already erect nipples and was rewarded when her body pushed against his. The tears turned into sobs. His natural instinct was to comfort her, so he started covering her face with kisses as he continued manipulated her breasts, enjoying the silken velvet feeling of her skin.

"Peter, stop. Please stop. Please stop." Kate was sobbing even as she arched her back to meet his hands. 

Their foreheads were touching, and he looked into her eyes. "Tell me you don't want this, Kate, and I'll stop."

"I don't want this," Kate answered, but her voice was high and flat. 

"You are lying," he told her as one hand left her breast and began sweeping down her side in large, soft strokes. Soon he was stroking the back of her knee, and then he placed her top leg on top of his own and began pushing her skirt up her leg as his hand explored the different textures of skin she had behind her knee, on the front of her leg, and on the inside of her thigh. 

Electrical impulses flooded Kate's brain. Logical thought was gone. All she knew was that Peter, her Peter, was causing this explosion in her brain. Her hands traced down his back until she caught the edge of his black polo and began pulling it up. Thought was replaced by need, and right then she needed to feel his skin against hers. Peter startled when he felt her hands roam his back and grab his shirt, but he sat up to help her take it off. Then he pulled Kate up, causing her to groan when his hand left her breast, and pulled her tank top off and tossed her bra aside. Then grabbed a handful of her skirt and pulled on it until Kate lifted her hips and he tossed the black and pink print skirt to the floor. Kate lay back on the daybed. 

Beautiful. His eyes took in the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast, and the soft down between her legs. Other images of Kate's body swam before his eyes. Kate swimming in the lake. The first time he saw Kate in a bikini. The time he walked in on her in the bathroom and she was wearing nothing but a towel. The scar on upper thigh from when her pony threw her and she landed on the barbed wire. The scar on arm from when she cut her arm trying to change a tire on her first car. 

Kate's hand traced the scar on Peter's stomach, remembering how she had cried when she saw him in the hospital after his surgery. His skin was softer than she would have thought, and paler than her own. She flattened her hands on his stomach and the pushed them upwards across his chest, then behind his back as she pulled him down to her. Flesh against flesh, Kate almost started crying again. Peter made a shushing sound as his mouth closed over first one nipple, then the other. She was lost, and she knew it. His hands roamed freely across her legs, and when he brushed against her clit she almost came up off the bed.

He didn't know how long he could last as Kate began nibbling his ear. He pushed her back down as he fought for breath. He had waited to long, and he planned on savoring this. He didn't just want Kate for tonight, but he knew how stubborn and willful she was. He had to break her, to push her so far she'd never want to come back. Stretching out on his side he continued dancing his hand across legs, never quite stopping where she wanted. Her breath was shallow and rapid, and closed his mouth over hers as he sank two fingers deep inside her. He was rewarded when she came up off the mattress, arching her back and pushing against his fingers. He lowered his mouth to her left nipple as his hand continued its assault against her. 

Kate's mind worked against her, as the impulses flooded her brain it revived flashes of old memories, and she relived things she had not thought about it in years. Peter's dark eyes looked up as his mouth continued suckling her nipple, and the heat she saw there was almost to much. She closed her eyes against it all.

Peter bit down, causing her eyes to fly back open. "Keep your eyes open, Kate," he said, his voice demanding acquiescence. 

"No, no, I can't," she breathed out.

"You will," he said, and then slipped a finger onto her clit, making figure eights as his mouth reclaimed a nipple. Kate kept her eyes on Peter's face, even as she felt a blush break out on her face. She tried to control the thousands of messages her nerve endings were sending to her brain, but it was useless. Peter reclaimed her mouth as his hand continued dancing. The world had contracted to these things, Peter's hand, Peter's mouth. She felt herself turning inwards.

Pulling away from her, he watched the emotions play across her face as he felt the contractions start deep within her body. "Tell me you want this," he said, his own voice heavy with need.

Kate nodded. "I want this," she whispered, her voice unsteady.

"Tell me what you want," Peter said.

"I want you."

"You want me to do what, Kates? Bring you to orgasm? You want to lay on this bed and let me give you an orgasm?"

Tears were falling down her face again. "Yes," she breathed out. He nodded, pushing a lock of hair from her face with his free hand.

"Then what?" Then what, Kate asked herself. She could barely think, had no control, was doing the unthinkable by letting him watch her. She'd always insisted her boyfriends turn off the lights and had kept her own eyes closed during intimate encounters. She knew what she wanted, of course. She'd always known. "I want you to make love to me."

He increased the pressure on her clit as her hips began to rock under his hand. Kate reached up to grab his shoulder and he kissed her forehead. The pressure was building and Kate began to cry out his name, over and over. Peter. Peter. Peter. It sounded like the beating of his own heart.

Kate could feel his erection grinding into her side, and even as she lost herself to the waves she knew what she wanted. Her hands moved to the waistband of his jeans, jerking urgently at the button fly when suddenly she was overcome. She was flying into a million pieces and falling off the edge of a cliff, and only Peter could save her from oblivion.

With a desperate yank Peter pulled off his jeans and knelt before her. Kate's breathing was still jagged. Her eyes were so bright he could barely stand to look into them. Her arms snaked around his back and she ran her hands over his butt. "Peter, Peter," she said again, the naked need still there. He ran his penis against the swollen folds over her labia and felt her tense again. She pushed on his hips and drew air in sharply as he entered her.

He lay still on top of her, letting them both adjust. How long had he dreamed of what Kate would feel like underneath him, surrounding him. Her hands continued pressing upon him and hecupped her face in one hand, watching her as they began to move. This was what he wanted. For the rest of his life.

Kate stared up at his face as her hands traced down his back and hips. She met each thrust with a parry, just like she had their whole lives. A new feeling came over her, along side the deep ecstasy that continued to brew over her.

Home, she realized as Peter thrust so deep inside of her she thought she would die. It was the feeling of home.



Coming Home



This is my first attempt at writing something like this, i decided to go ahead when a friend of mine heard my thoughts and she told me she would like to read them...

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I want you to come and find a note that says "wear this and only this....then come down into the cellar"....'this' is a leather collar...with shaking hands you undress, then slip the collar on, finding it just a little too tight but only a little... With nervous steps you descend into the cellar, seeing candles set around and feeling the cold hard stone under your bare feet...as you take a second look you see, set into the floor on short lengths of chain 4 leather cuffs, just as I step out of the shadows behind you, grab you by the hair and say "hello girl"....

Pulling on your hair I lead you to the cuffs and order you to your hands and knee's, and you comply, both fear and anticipation in your eyes...

Once there I secure your wrists and ankles into the floor cuffs and you realise they've been set such a way that your legs are spread and your arse is in the air...

As I then wrap a silk blindfold over your eyes and fit a ballgag into your mouth, I whisper into your ear that you will be feeling the riding crop tonight...and that you are going to take it...but for every 3 you take without making a noise, you will get a reward....each time you make a noise, you will immediately get another 3, and harder....

How many rewards do you think you can win???

With your eyes covered, your only input is your ears...and you strain them to hear my bootsteps clock-clocking along the stone floor, and an occasional swish from the legs of my leather jeans....

Then after an agonising wait of what feels like an age you feel the tip of the riding crop stroke down your neck and your back....the sliding so slowly over and between your uprised buttocks....then without warning you feel the tip move away...then it smacks into your quivering arse...you want to whimper around the ball gag with surprise and pain, but you know you must not as there are 2 more to come in this, the first group of three....

the next 2 strikes come in quick succession, and like a good girl you don't make a sound....i crouch down next to you and run a hand over your back and stroke the welts that are raising up on your arse then i lean forward and whisper into your ear "you've made a good start..."

you hear me walk slowly away, theres a pause and i walk back to you, kneel down and reach under you...slowly pulling on your nipples getting them longer and harder than they were...then after a final twist on each, you feel me attach weighted nipple clamps on you, "girl, you can whimper when you get a reward...just be quiet for the crop" you hear me whisper into your ear.....and thats what i get from you for this one...just a tiny little whimper as clamps bite onto you and the weight of them pulls them toward the floor....

as i stand, and you hear me unclip the crop from my belt, i tap each of the weights with the end of the crop, just to get them swinging, before i walk to your sweet upturned rear, and you know im looking right at your pointing my way and that another 3 strokes are coming....

Standing behind you, I see your naked upturned arse, and open wet sex and it is good...very good...taking a firm grip on the crop handle, I quickly deliver the next 3 strokes, so fast are they that you would think it had just been 1 were it not for the 3 fresh lines you can feel on your hot skin...

And still not a sound escapes your lips from around the ball gag.....you have earned your next reward girl....

Still behind you I reach down between your legs and gently cup your pussy...feeling your wetness...sliding a finger along you...and then in you...after a few strokes of this I pinch on your pussy lips ..... With your inner most self opened to me I take 2 more rubber tipped clamps and attach them to lengths of fine chain and attach each of them to the weighted clamp chains hanging from your nipples...when I can see that each time you flinch and the weights swing, pulling your nipples, which in turn gives a small tug on the clamps i put on your lips..... I am pleased....

Then I lean forward grab the base of your neck with one hand, and whisper to you "ready for more?"...

I am behind you again....i run the tip of the crop down between the crack of your upturned arsecheeks, and down further along your achingly wet slit and can feel you push back against it, wanting it to be my cock..."not yet girl" i say...as you stop moveing the chains continue to rock, pulling on your nipples and tugging at the labial rings, as you bow your head ready to receive the next lot of 3....

it takes me a long time to give these next 3...your thinking there must me minutes between each stroke...but a master has to survery his handywork doesnt he....and of course...im listening to see if i can get a cry or a whimper out of you....but you must be lusting for more rewards...as my reward from you is still more silence....

now...what can i give you for your next prize.....hmmm?

I kneel behind you and let my hands roam over your welt covered arse cheeks, kneading squeezing, spreading...then you sense me reaching for something...you wonder what it is? When all of a sudden you get the sensation of lube being poured down your arse, and the touch of my thumb as I gently massage it into your tight ring muscle, after doing this I slowly push my thumb into you...so hot an tight in your arse my girl...and with care I massage your muscle from the inside....

I take my thumb away and can see you trembling with anticipation, I know your thinking "is that it?"...and no, it isn't...the next thing you feel is the soft, rounded end of a surgical steel hook, about the same width as my thumb pressing against your tight, but lubed ring....I smile as your body accepts it entering you, and your arse grips the steel tightly as I slide it up.....

I then reach forward and pull your collar back, just a little bit, and take the chain that's attached to the hook in your arse and clip the end of it to the back of your collar... You now know that whenever you move you're head you will be, just a little be moving the hook inside you....and that whenever you move anyway, the weighted clamps are going to pull on your nipples and pussy clamps .... Time for another 3 strokes of the crop girl...

I walk around you, surveying my handywork....here I stop and stroke your hair, there I tap the weights and chains on your nipples....walking around behind you, I admire the hook coming out of you...so much so that I crouch down. And flick the end of it a couple of times...and I can see the waves of pleasure that sets off inside you when I do this.....

Standing once more I swipe the crop through the air a couple of times and I see you flinch as you hear it in the air....this time I swipe the crop down your cheeks rather than across, leaving welts at a crossways to the earlier ones...and girl...what I see before me, pleases me very much...

My girl is very good, very good indeed...nary a cry or a whimper has escaped your beautifully gagged mouth, not even when I can see your body shaking, as I can see it respond to the administrations of the crop, and the rewards I have attached or even inserted to you....

Well, what to give you now.....

I kneel down in front of you and with 1 hand grab your collar to keep your head still, with the other I gently stroke your hair, and whisper softly, firmly to you, how happy you've made me by taking everything so far...

I stop stroking your hair, and remove the ballgag from your head, and slowly massage your jaw for you, working some feeling into those well worked muscles....before leaning in and kissing you....as I pull away, your lips seek out mine...causing your chains & hook to pull...

Pulling away I unzip my leather jeans and release for you the cock that has been so hard for so long, and position it just before your seeking lips, grab you by the hair and back of your head and tell you to open your mouth...you comply with the order and I slowly, teasingly place the thick hard head of my cock into your mouth...."now suck" are the words you hear, and with me holding your head in place, you do just that, sucking and using your tongue on me....until I pull you away...telling you its time for the next 3....

I look down as I stand up and see the glistening saliva you've left on my cock and also see it running down the corners of your lips as your tongue moves around, trying to gather up what taste it can, now it doesn't have my cock to lick or suck....

I decide to leave the ballgag out for this set, as you hear me stride behind you and once more unclip the crop from my belt....but before...yes, before this next set, let's see what effect this has all been having on you...

As I crouch down at your upturned arse, I'm happy to notice how your tight ring is gripping the metal shaft of the hook...like it never wants to let go....and reaching under you I can feel that your thighs are covered in your own juices...sliding a hand further up reveals your hot wet centre is giving away just how much this is doing to you...."you are my girl aren't you...." I say as I stroke my fingers along your pussy lips, and up to your clit...you are about to reply when you realise this was a statement of fact, and not a question I was asking you.....

I see this realisation you and smile to myself as I straighten up...deciding where I'm going to put these next three strokes on you....

2 down and 1 across for this set of 3 girl...and without the ballgag in you it would be so much easier for you to cry out...

After I've delivered the 3 I step to one side and around you so I can see your reaction....you are being a well trained girl....you are biting your lower lip to stop from crying. As the heat and pain from the welts on your beautiful arse courses through you. As your movements cause the weights to pull on your nipples which means the chains pulls on your pussy lip clamps.....I can see these sensations course through you, and while biting your lip you raise and lower your head, and I watch as your collar pulls and relaxes on the chain attached to your anal hook....and how all this starts the cycle again.....

"ENOUGH!!!" I cry.....

"You have come this far, my girl...without a cry, without a whimper....you have taken all I have chosen to test you with this time....."

I kneel down next to your head and run both hands through your hair, tightening my grip and pulling hard when I make a point....

"You...." "Now...." "Get..." "A special reward...."

I see you push your arse back, spreading your lips further....

"For THIS trial girl...."

I kneel down behind you and let your pussy lips just kiss the head of my cock, I can see you wanting to drive yourself back and fill yourself up with my hardness, but you keep still...apart from the shivers coursing through your body...

Slowly, ever so slowly, I push the head into you. And you gasp as you stretch to take the thick head inside you....I let us sit there like that while I pick something up....

You hear a buzzing sound....."vibrator?" You think..."but where?"....

You soon get the answer...with the end of my cock being sucked up by your pussy I turn the vibrator to full speed and touch it to your anal hook....sending waves through you, as I slide my full length in one swift movement all the way inside you, so I'm able to feel how tight your pussy grips me and the steel being vibrated in your other hole...

Now...now you start pushing back against me, you can finally lose control as I thrust,thrust,thrust my cock into you as I use the vibe & hook to send ripples of pleasure through your arse...

I can feel you grip me tighter as you get closer to cumming...I speed up my thrusts and you match my movements.....

Your pussy muscles are clenching as I feel you start to cum, and you cry out as I let my first spurt, hot & thick, flow inside you..and again....and again...and again...you're screaming now as I keep thrusting up you, pumping you full of my cum that you've been wanting all along.....as we achieve orgasm together we become as one....

I withdraw my cock from your tight wet hole and start to take care of you on this side of the game...I remove the weighted clamps from your nipples....carefully undo the chains from your labial lips....next I unclips the chain leading from the anal hook to your collar, then I slowly take the hook out of your arsehole.. .. Next though, I get up and extinguish about half of the candles in the room, so your eyes won't hurt too much....then I undo your wrist and ankle straps, wrap a sheet around you and pull you to me, folding my legs around you, holding you, letting you bury your face in my chest as I undo the blindfold.....telling you how good you were for me my girl....



Coming Home



Only a few moments have passed since I have gone upstairs to go and get changed out of my work clothes when you follow me into our bedroom to get your book from your bedside table. 

But you walk in just in time to see me taking my clothes off, and all thoughts of your book go away when you see what underwear I have on: my red lacy bra with matching red lace French knickers... 

And the realisation that I was wearing something so sexy underneath my sedate, prim and proper skirt suit when going to a business meeting created a sudden hunger in you and sparks of desire show in your eyes. It might have been fuelled by the fact that I was bent over picking something up from the floor when you walked in..? You certainly got an eyeful of my partially dressed body in a suggestive pose!

You cross the room, and I just stand there, letting you drink in the vision of me in red lacy underwear. You tell me I am gorgeous, that you love me and that you want me. This starts my arousal; I adore hearing that you want me. When you reach me, I can feel my skin react to your nearness... or else it is a reaction to the visible proof of your desire that is causing your trousers to bulge. You smile when you see the look on my face: it tells you I want you too, and love seeing you're aroused and showing your desire for me. It causes a corresponding heat in my body that I can feel all over.

You whisper my name, and I can feel my mouth going slack with the need for your arms around me and your lips on mine. You gently touch my lips with your finger, tracing the outline and caressing my jaw. Your lips follow your finger, and I feel your teeth nibble my bottom lip. Your tongue traces my lip, over my throat and down to the little hollow at the base of my throat. Straightening up, you look into my eyes, and all I can do is smile. I love you so much, and can't wait to feel more.

I don't have long to wait: your hands cup my face, and you kiss the tip of my nose and my eyes. Your hands then slide down my neck, caressing my throat as you move your fingers over my skin. 

Feeling your breath on my skin gives me goose bumps, because I know it means there will be more pleasure to follow. The sensuous feeling of your hands trailing down the skin of my back is part of that pleasure. Not knowing where your hands are going to go next, or how much teasing and torturing - if any - you will do, is adding to the anticipation.

I enjoy seeing the look on your face that tells me you can feel me melt under your hands, that your loving me is making me both breathless and wobbly-kneed. This is a feeling you enjoy as much as I do! 

Now that your hands have had their fill of my shoulders and upper back, they are making their way down to my breasts, slowly, ever so slowly. This is a delicious torture - for both of us, because I know you love playing with my nipples and my pussy. And I know that seeing the effect it has on me, is a turn-on for you.

You reach the edges of my red lacy bra, which reveals as much as it conceals. You love the matching red lacy knickers, as they give you easy access to my pussy. I am getting wet from the sensations of you stroking my skin and the anticipation of what will happen next. But you are not paying any attention to my pussy just yet. It seems you are intent on taking your time!

Your fingers are slowly making their way underneath the lace of my bra, and my nipples are eager to feel your touch. I have closed my eyes to better concentrate on the sensations and I am unconsciously holding my breath in anticipation. You then surprise me by scraping a fingernail along my nipple, causing it to harden and contract. This feels so good, and I can feel myself getting wetter. You are making it even better by suddenly pinching my nipples: you know how I much I like that. I can just hear the word "gorgeous" being whispered. This turns me on almost as much as the actual playing with my nipples. 

You are normally so quiet when we play... but I love hearing your noises and whispers. Such a turn-on. I can't help it but my hands are straying to your belt, trying to pull your shirt out of your trousers. However you are pushing them away: "Not yet," you say, "not yet."

I can feel your hands on my waist, and then sliding along my hips: following my curves, and you tell me how sexy I am. I will never tire from hearing that! Your obvious love for me and my body definitely makes me feel sexy!

I want to reach around my back to undo my bra, but you are pushing my hands away, telling me again not to do anything and to just let you have your fill of me, and let you have your way with me. 

One of your hands is sneaking back up to play with my breasts, and the other one is slowly and oh so casually stroking my buttocks. You are keeping your fingers on top of my knickers, and all my wriggling is not persuading you to slide your fingers underneath my knickers.. not yet anyway... 

Your mouth is busy worrying my lips, you know how to turn me on by kissing me. Your fingers are pinching and twisting my nipples, and then your mouth trails back down my throat and makes it way to the edge of my bra. Your tongue follows the line of my bra for a few moments, teasing me more and at last your mouth now goes to find my nipple, with the intent of nibbling and sucking it to get even harder. I love having my nipples played with, and at times it can make me cum without you touching my pussy or my clit. Right now I am loving the added sensations of the wet fabric on my skin and they are adding to my rising excitement.

Your fingers finally are undoing my bra, and I am beginning to feel very weak in the knees. You push me towards the bed, and when I feel the edge at the back of my knees, you just gently push me back onto the bed. You drink in the sight of me, on the crisp white duvet, in my red lace French knickers, and with a blush of excitement on my face. I beg you to take of your shirt, so I can feel your skin, and you give in this time, and let me undo the buttons of your shirt. I eagerly caress all the skin I can reach, but you distract me by at the same time returning your attention to my breasts. You are starting on them in earnest now, and are licking around the whole of my breast making ever decreasing circles. My nipples are feeling tight and impatient; they want to feel your tongue on them! And at last you reach my nipple and let your tongue lash it and flick it and then suck it into your mouth really hard. I arch my back to give you more of my breast to suck on but you just move your head back. My pussy is really getting wet now, and I am having a hard time keeping my legs still.

Your hand is playing with my other nipple, twisting it and pinching it, then just lightly caressing it. I love every second of this, but am not feeling enough of your skin on mine! I try to pull you up to my face, to kiss you but you resist. You are again telling me to let you do what you want to do and not interfere; to just let you enjoy teasing and pleasing me! I acquiesce and let you do your worst. 

You move over and position your body at the middle of my thighs, effectively clamping my legs closed by going to sit on top of my thighs. You let your hands trail from my breasts to my waist, loving the curve of my body. Your hands then move from my hips to my thighs, and I am trying to move my legs a little to.... give you better access to where I want you to go. You stubbornly refuse to take any notice of my hints and keep my legs enclosed between your strong thighs, and just do what you want to do. And I love it. 

Your hands stroke my legs, but you carefully refrain from coming anywhere near my pussy. Your fingers come tantalisingly close, but you go around all of the skin that is covered by my French knickers. And you refuse to slide your fingers underneath them... for now. You stroke over the top of my pussy mound, but don't touch my clit. I can smell my arousal by now, and I know you can and I am sure that my knickers are soaked with my juices. You love the smell of sex, and you like seeing me hot and in lust... good thing that is an easy thing to achieve with you around!

Your hands come ever closer to my pussy and your fingers start to brush at the edges of the knickers. My legs are trembling with desire for you to just get on with it, and rip off my knickers and play with my pussy lips. But you know me too well, and you love bringing me to the edge of that orgasmic cliff and then let me teeter there for a little, because you know all too well how much better and deeper the orgasm is when it then finally comes. It would appear that this is the treat you have in store for me today.

You keep a close eye on my face and when my heated blush spreads to my breasts you know I have reached a level of excitement that brings orgasm close. You still have not touched my pussy, and it is freely leaking my juices by now. You lean forward over my body, once again nibbling and biting my nipples, and making sure they are not feeling ignored and are helping to keep me excited. 

You then take pity on me, or else your own desire to see and touch my pussy is getting the better of you, because you move away from my thighs and your hands move to the inside of my thighs and across the inside up to the top of my knickers. And this time they are holding on to my knickers when they slide back down my thighs, and pull the knickers off with them. And still you tease me, by splaying your fingers out over my body when you do this, coming oh so very close to my pussy lips and yet not touching it at the same time! The knickers get flung into a corner of the room somewhere, but I am barely aware of it. I am very aware of the cooler air suddenly flowing over my wet pussy lips though. It is a pleasurable sensation and I open my legs a bit more.

I can feel that my pussy is excited and opening up for you, in readiness for your hard cock and the fucking I know will follow. You move your head across my body, and your tongue traces a path to the top of my pussy. I tremble in anticipation; I love it when you lick me. Especially if you then start to play inside my pussy with your fingers, and if you want to send me to heaven, you will play with my ass at the same time. The only thing better would have to involve more people! 

You lick alongside my pussy, but not till after you have given a quick teasing flick of your tongue over my clit. My clit is by now grown and oh so sensitive, and it loves the long slow licks I know you are good at. But for now you are just teasing it, just to make sure it is not feeling left out.

Your hand is still playing with my nipple, and all of this just feels so good!

At last your fingers start playing with my pussy, stroking it a little while your tongue still dances around the edges. I can do little else but lie back and you can tell from my sighs and my moans that I approve of what you are doing. I am not sure I am still capable of coherent thought at this point. I am so hot, so wet and so in need of your hard cock; I want to feel it slam into my pussy! "No gorgeous, not yet." you say, reading my need from how wet I am, from how I move, from simply knowing me so well.

Ooohhh... you slid one finger into me.. My pussy clamps onto it, trying to stop it leaving! But I am so wet, that you slide your finger in and out very easily. You finger-fuck me with one finger for a few moments, and then add a finger. This makes the feeling much more intense for me, and you love seeing how your big long thick fingers slide in and out my cunt. My pussy is red from excitement, and literally dripping my juices down the crack to my bum. You smear some of it around my ass, and I love feeling your fingers explore around my asshole. Your tongue is now playing with my clit, and you make the long slow strokes that will bring me to orgasm very quickly. But just as you think I get too close, you stop licking - making me moan in disappointment - and just add a 3rd finger to the 2 that are already fucking my pussy. Ohhh that feels so good, but I am eager to feel fuller and feel your hard cock in me. You take away the hand that was still playing with my nipples, and start to undo your trousers. I realise this at some point and help you tug them off, even if that means you have to stop finger-fucking me for a moment. Your cock loves the feeling of freedom and bounces right up to your navel. It is dripping some pre-cum, and I adore seeing that. It tells me that you are just as excited as I am, and I love licking it off your cock. But you keep it away from me, partly because you want to do this today on your terms, and partly because you are so excited that you think you might cum if I slide my lips over your cock.

So you return your attentions to my pussy, once again sliding 3 fingers into me. You are trying to put a 4th finger in, and your thumb is teasing my asshole at the same time. "Ahhhhh yesssss" is all I can say because you are still licking my clit and playing with my nipples at the same time.

You can tell from the movement of my hips that my orgasm is close now and again you stop! You are sooo mean!

You tell me to stretch my arms and legs out, so I am spread-eagled on the bed. You find some of my scarves and tie me to the bed. This alone has me close to cumming; you have never done this before.

To complete it you find the airline blindfold that is lurking in my underwear drawer and put it over my head. You are definitely feeling playful today. Nice! 

I can hear you open a drawer and am guessing you are getting something out of our toy box, but I can only guess, as I can't see what you are doing. You refuse to tell me what you are pulling out when I ask, and therefore I jump at the touch of the cool plastic to my hot and wet pussy lips. This not being able to see is adding a whole new level of sensations and excitement! 

You push the egg into me, and I realise what you are doing. It feels good to have it in my pussy, and I can't wait for you to turn it on. Your breath is tantalising close to my clit, but you don't touch me, you just look at me. If I could see you I would be able to see that special hot smile you have during our playtimes. 

I can hear you rummaging in the toy box a bit more, and am curious to find what you are going to find in there now. It is not long before I find out because after some more sucking and biting on my nipples you put my nipple rings on them. They are really tight and I catch my breath. You know me well enough by now that I can take that pain, and that it turns into a pleasurable feeling in just a moment. 

I feel your body move off the bed, but you are not telling me what you are doing, and then I can hear the door open... What are you doing, I am lying here on the bed, and you walk away?? Leaving me tied to the bed, with my nipples being pinched by the nipple rings and the egg in my pussy?? 

I can hear you going downstairs (what are you up to?) Ohhh.. halfway down the stairs you finally turn on the egg; I cannot help but squeal a little at that and immediately I am more than a little distracted by the feelings in my nipples and pussy! It is not long before you come back up, but I have no idea what you did or why. And when I ask, you tell me "Sshhhhh, wait and find out..."

Then I hear you take your jeans off, and you are moving around in the bedroom. You tell me I look so hot and so sexy with my body stretched out on the bed, with my nipples being stimulated by the rings, and with my dripping pussy in full view. 

Then I hear something that explains what you went off to go do: I hear your camera click! You are taking photographs! I am so excited that all it would take to push me over the edge to orgasm is a feather light touch of your fingers or tongue anywhere on my body! However, you are not obliging me, and just keep taking pictures. I find it incredibly arousing not knowing what exactly you are going to do next, or knowing exactly what you are recording with your camera. And what will you do with these pictures? 

Then I feel your body on the mattress, and the vibrating egg suddenly stops. A disappointed moan escapes my lips, and you use that opportunity to place your dripping cock to my lips. I eagerly open my mouth, but you again refuse to co-operate. You just leave the tip of your cock on my lips, and the best I can do is lick the drooling pre-cum off your hot cock. I can hear the camera click away while I do that. I can't wait to see what the pictures look like!

You pull your cock back away from me, telling me that if you let me continue it won't be long before you shoot your load of cum all over my face and in my mouth. I tell you I want you to, but as before, you have other plans!

You bend over I guess, because suddenly I feel your tongue on my clit, and I tell you it will only be a minute before I cum if you keep doing that! You keep going though, and within seconds I am cumming so hard that I almost lose consciousness for a moment or two. You keep up the licking of my clit and the manipulation of my pussy, but gently in order to let me come down from this high.

I hear you take more photographs, and say how hot this is.

Once I have recovered a bit and find my voice again, I tell you: "Fuck me! NOW!" Yet you ignore me, and instead you pull out the egg. Ahhh.. that feels good too. I guess I am still on a high because I can feel the excitement rise again.

I think you will now fuck me, because your body moves over mine and I can feel your torso scrape across my nipples – which feel like they are on fire by now. You ask me if I want you to remove the rings, but I say:" No, leave them for now, it still feels good! Just fuck me! Please??" 

And fuck me you do.... But not with your hot hard cock, which must be close to exploding by now. No, it turns out you are going to fuck me with my new vibrator.

Ooohhhh.. that feels so good sliding into my pussy, and I am so turned on by the fact that you are doing this, instead of me playing with it by myself. You move it around a bit, and spread the juice that is still leaking out of me around my whole pussy and across my ass too. For a moment I think you are going to penetrate my ass with the vibrator, but you move it away again, and then I feel it slide into my pussy again. And again and again.

It is not long before I scream and cum again. I beg you to fuck me, but you are steadfastly ignoring me.

Well, sort of. You get off the bed and remove the scarves that tied me to the bed. You tell me to leave the blindfold on though. You tell me to lie still, and after some manoeuvring you have it so that your mouth can reach my clit and pussy, but I can just reach your cock which is dangling above my mouth, dripping some of your pre-cum into my mouth. You tell me to lick it off, and to suck you gently. 

At last I get a chance to make you feel as good as you did me! Eagerly – yet slowly at the same time I take you into my mouth, and you feel so good in my mouth. And I love hearing the sharp intake of breath you take when you feel the heat of my mouth around your rock-hard cock.

I love the taste of you, and enjoy giving you pleasure so that is what I set about doing. You let me love you with my mouth, and are not yet distracted enough to stop licking my clit and pussy. I can even hear you take more pictures, but still I cannot see of what exactly!

However my range of movement is limited in this position so for a brief moment I let you slip out of my mouth and ask if we can roll over, so that you are lying on your back, and I can then be much more creative in sucking you and licking you all over.

You happily agree, and I place my pussy over your face, and set about trying to get the last drop of cum out of your hard cock. You tell me you don't want to cum in my mouth, you want to cum in my pussy. Hmm.. we'll see, I quite like to suck you till you cum in my mouth, but you rarely let me.




Coming Home



I slide my tongue around the tip of your gland, and lick the next few drips of pre-cum off. Then my tongue slides down the ridge at the underside, but skipping the little but where it is most sensitive. You groan, and I smile. I can tease you as well as you can tease me.

You tell me you don't need to lick my pussy; that you can just lie there underneath it as it is literally dripping into your mouth. I am so very excited just hearing this, that I more or less just stuff your cock al the way into my mouth. I gag on it, but I don't care. I want to please you and I know you love it when I take all of you in my mouth and swallow you basically.

You are now distracted enough that you have problems licking me, and I smile at that. I love it when I can excite you to distraction. My fingers are caressing your balls and then I feel the vibrating egg on the bed. As luck would have it, the remote is right next to it, so I move the egg to just under your balls, so it rests between your balls and your asshole. And then I switch it on with the remote! If I had not lain on top of you, then you would have jumped. This you did not expect at all. Made me smile all the more and I re-double my efforts around your twitching cock.

You tell me to stop, you start pulling me away, and you really want to fuck me now. I know that the teasing me has teased and excited you too. Then top that off by a loving sucking and licking, and you are ready to explode. How you have this much self control I cannot fathom, but I am very happy about it at the same time!

OK.. I'll be nice and back off. I turn around so I can see your face (but I leave the egg under your balls!) and lean forward to kiss you. I can taste my juices on your lips, and all over your face. Licking them off is another turn-on for both of us so that I what I do.

I can feel your hips moving: you are trying to manoeuvre it so that your cock will slip into my pussy!

My nipples are burning from the rings and the rubbing over your body, and you give them a little tug. That nearly makes me cum, and I remember this raging need to have you in me!

I lift my hips and look at your face. Without words I ask you if this is what you want to happen next?

Equally wordlessly you move your hips up, and with a little wiggling, you finally at long long last slide into my hot and wet cunt.

A sigh of pleasure escapes the both of us and we kiss while just getting a little control back. If we move now, you will cum immediately, and I can sense that you are not ready to do that. Physically yes, but not mentally. So we kiss and stroke a little while I just sit on your cock. After a few moments I sit up straight, allowing you to fill your eyes with the look of my body, and the bright purple nipples which still have the rings attached. You drink the sight in, and this, combined with the feeling of my twitching pussy around your cock gives you another notch up the orgasm ladder. I know you love to look, so I start playing with my breasts, massaging them. It feels good, and I can feel my cunt squeezing your cock when I do this. You lick a finger and put some of the moisture on my nipple. I can't hold still anymore and start moving up and down on you, slowly, so we can feel every inch slide in and out of my soaking pussy.

You start to move too, and I have no idea if this is voluntarily or because your body is taking over.

I don't care really; I just want you to have fun and feel loved and wanted. 

Damn it feels good to have you in my pussy at last, and I can feel the anticipation of yet another orgasm adding to the sensations in my body. I keep rocking a little, and then bounce on your cock again a bit till I can see in your face that you have reached the next level of excitement. At that time I quickly get off your cock. This produces a loud moan of disappointment, and I laugh at you. 

You stop your complaining when you feel me suck you into my mouth again, deep into my throat in one go. I love licking my juices off you, and you seem to like the idea of it too. The enjoyment of sex is something we share, and delight in that we both feel that way. 

Once I have licked all my juice off you, you push me away from you before you cum in my mouth after all, and I end up on my back again. You move my legs out of the way, and rise up on your arms over me. I look at your face when you slowly push your cock back into my cunt. Ohhh... this feels so very good, I grunt my approval.

You bottom out in my hot and wet pussy and pull back out. I move my head a little, to try and see your cock disappear into my cunt, but I have a limited view and give up. Your viewpoint is much better and you really have a front seat at seeing your cock pulling my pussy lips when you pull out of me and push back in. You love looking at this, and if I move my hand to my clit, and start to play with it, it is another little thing that adds to your excitement. You love seeing me play with myself, and it makes my pussy clasp your cock even more. 

You quickly set up a rhythm, and I can feel from the urgency in your fucking that you are not far away from your orgasm now. Nor will you be denied this now: the time for teasing is over as you have reached the point where not cumming is no longer an option. Your face takes on that intent look that tells me that you are now completely focussed on your rising excitement and the imminent rush of 

Faster and faster you slam into my pussy, and you only stop for a moment to move my legs up over my shoulders, so you can push in even deeper. It limits my movements, but I am content to let you fuck me for all you are worth. Harder and harder you fuck me, and my pussy is just loving every second.

Not long after this comes the point of no return, and impossible though it might seem, you fuck me even deeper and faster, harder. 

After a few more strokes like that, there comes the last hard push into my pussy and you then freeze: your have reached your high and are falling off that orgasm cliff! A loud groan escapes your lips and when I hear that, I cry out and cum all over your cock and add my juice to your cum, and cum all over your cock.

Seconds later you collapse onto me, exhausted from the vigour of this fuck-fest. I love this and am happy to take the full weight on me; in a way it adds to my mental excitement: I have worn you out 

I can feel our combined juices starting to leak out of my pussy, which – just like your cock – is still throbbing. My clit is screaming for some more attention, but it will have to wait. It is just being greedy!

After a few moments you recover enough to lift yourself up a bit and kiss me tenderly. "Damn!!" and then: "I love you." I smile and tease you: "You only say that cuz I let you fuck me and cum in my pussy!" 

We both smile at that and it is not long after that that you realise from my wiggling that I am still not quite done. You move your hips away from me, knowing that it is my clit that still craves some more caressing and stroking or licking.

You slide your hand in between our bodies and start to play with my clit. But the time for playing has passed for me too, and I move my hand in and start to rub my clit. You move your body off me, and start to finger-fuck me once more while I rub myself to another orgasm. You bite my nipples and that does it: with a loud scream I cum again, making our juices spill all over your fingers and you smile at me and say: "Was that good? Did you enjoy having your cake and eating it?" 

At that we laugh and hug. And after a cozy cuddle to recover we go downstairs to start cooking dinner... no telling what might be for dessert....



Coming Home



It was the most I'd ever looked forward to arriving home. Knowing that Sam would be there waiting for me was so incredibly exciting I could barely hold my paperback as the plane rose from the runway and started the eight-hour journey back to Chicago.

As the miles passed infinitely slowly to me at about six per minute, I briefly thought back to how Sam and I had finally managed to get together after years of rewarding friendship. The resulting physical relationship had been spectacular, but cut disappointingly short before it had even got into its second night. My arrival at work "the first morning after Sam" saw me joyous and carefree. Fifteen minutes later I was devastated. The company needed someone to leave for Europe immediately, and that someone was me.

Leaving Sam that evening was tough. We only had time to meet at the airport and share a quick coffee before my flight was called and we had one last kiss goodbye. I watched her for as long as I could as I waited in line to clear security, wishing more than anything my second night as Sam's man could be even a tenth as good as the night before had been. I saw one last wave to me through the heavy security glass and then we were split for the next ten days.

The emergency that took me to London was a challenge but having Sam on my mind through the whole visit was far more taxing on me. We talked several times every day of course, mostly giggling and sharing intimate secrets as new lovers do. As the days wore on our exchanges became more passionate, more needy, as we explained what we intended to do to one another as soon as I returned—which positions we liked best, things we wanted to try but hadn't yet, fantasies about each other that we wanted to turn into reality. Those were some steamy conversations.

It still amazed me that Sam had seen me in the same light for so long before our friendship burst into a relationship. Discovering that for so long I had featured in her fantasies as much as she had in mine was amusing, but it was also a huge turn on that added a wonderful freedom to our discussions that felt almost as amazing as having her skin next to mine.

I had worked hard, all through the weekend, to make the trip as short as possible and my return was on a Wednesday. Sam eagerly agreed to take the afternoon off work to meet me at the airport and bring me "straight home". All through the flight I couldn't draw my mind away from a vision of her pretty face and flowing hair, the magic of our finally getting together and the anticipation of spending more intimate time with her.

I felt like a teenager as I hurried through the airport to the baggage collection area where we'd agreed to meet. My pulse was racing, knowing Sam was either there or she would be at any moment. Even when I found my bag and she hadn't arrived yet my heart pounded and my mind was still playing tricks on me... is this really happening? Is Sam really my girl? Looking around, she still wasn't in the baggage hall, so I stepped off to the side where I had a good vantage point and waited to watch her arrive.

I saw her before she noticed me and I was so stunned by her appearance that I couldn't even raise a hand to let her know where I was. Sam walked past me in the tightest pair of washed-out jeans I'd ever seen, leather boots half-way up her shins and a white woolen sweater with a huge collar. She looked statuesque and extremely sexy as she strutted over to the baggage carousel where she was obviously expecting me to be. Snapping back to reality, I smiled as I realized she was dressed just as I'd described in one the fantasies I'd discussed with her on the phone, and set off to catch up with her.

When she stopped to look around I caught up with her and tapped her on the shoulder. It was the most natural thing in the world when our mouths met and opened for the hungry kiss we'd been anticipating for days. Almost as though it were a final validation that I hadn't dreamed our night together, Sam tasted just as I remembered and if it was possible, she looked even better than I could ever have imagined.

"I missed you." She hugged me tightly when we broke the kiss. "As crazy as it sounds... I missed you.

"Me too." I felt her heart thumping in her chest. "I missed you so much."

After pausing for some more sensual kisses and some sublime moments of hands wandering over thighs and backs when we got into Sam's car, she pulled out onto the freeway and we headed towards my apartment. The heavy afternoon traffic ensured that we weren't going to get anywhere fast though, and we ground to a virtual halt within a mile of the airport.

I glanced over at her as she inched us forward amongst the other vehicles. After all this time I still marveled at her long wavy hair. I reached over and ran my fingers through it—because I could, and because I had wanted to so many times previously and not been able to. She flashed her white-teeth smile at me as her cute nose scrunched with an affectionate look and her hand patted my thigh. Her eyes shone with sincerity, desire and playfulness. "You look beautiful." I said slowly.

"You don't look as tired as I expected." She laughed and drew her had up my thigh until it touched the bulge in my jeans. "Mmmmm," her eyes flashed wickedly over to me, "definitely not as tired as I expected."

Her hand left its station teasingly early, but I loved the affection and the anticipation. My pulsing hard on twitched as I thought of how exciting it would be to strip Sam of her boots and jeans.

"How many times did you, you know... jerk off, while you were away." I could almost hear the smirk in her voice as she asked.

"I didn't." I said truthfully. "I've been saving up for today." I have no idea how I lasted with all of our dialogue, thoughts of Sam and this homecoming, but somehow I did.

"My goodness." She seemed genuinely shocked. "Boy, are you going to be on a hair-trigger."

The thought had crossed my mind, but for some strange reason I had persisted with my tactic, desperate that Sam should be the sole owner of my next orgasm. "Yes. I think you'll have to be gentle with me."

"I will." She assured me with another affectionate pat on the erection. "Just so long as you are gentle with me... and then not-so-gentle... and then gentle again..."

For most of the torturous ride home I alternated between holding Sam's hand and running my own hand slowly across her thigh. Feeling her through the incredibly tight denim was only stoking my fire. "Did you buy this outfit just because I said it was hot?"

"Not all of it." she laughed. "I already had the boots and the jeans. You know, I think these were the jeans I was wearing the very first night we met. Do you remember? I haven't worn them in ages."

I remembered, not only did they still fit her perfectly, but they brought back powerful memories of my first vision of Sam, sitting on her boyfriend's lap. I fell in love with her the first time I set eyes on her, and looking at her now it was easy to understand. "I remember." I confessed sheepishly. "Those were the jeans I wanted into more than any other pair I've ever known."

"And now you can." Sam watched the road, but I knew she was smiling wickedly. "But only if I get inside yours."

It was hard for me not to smirk as she weaved through the traffic. Like I could ever resist or deny her such a small pleasure? I switched the conversation to a more mundane topic, but all I was thinking about was slowly stripping away Sam's clothing and caressing every inch of her.

She drove straight to my home, having thoughtfully brought along some vital provisions that would be missing from the refrigerator after my extended trip. I unlocked the door, kicked off my shoes and deposited my bags in the hallway while Sam took a bag of groceries into the kitchen and started to prime the coffee machine. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. This was a moment I'd waited almost two weeks for.

"You know," I started as Sam slipped around in my arms to look up at me, "I think I've just fallen in love with you for the second time. I'll never forget that first moment I saw you, just like I'll never forget when you took my hand."

Sam knew exactly what I meant and I saw her eyes soften as she reached up to offer me her lips. I fell into her and pulled her close as we kissed intensely and allowed our hands to wander passionately over each other. She tasted just as I'd remembered and dreamed about for the last ten days—hot and crisp as our tongues played with each other.

Not a single word passed between us as we stepped out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs, the inevitability of what was happening requiring neither questions nor explanations. As I followed Sam up the stairway my heart was pounding and I could barely feel my feet on the carpet as my excitement became almost surreal. At the top of the stairs she turned around to smile at me, peck me on the cheek and take my hand so she could lead me into my bedroom.

"You've had a long journey," Sam walked to the window and pulled the drapes closed, "let me help you out of those clothes." 

Walking towards me, her eyes now locked onto mine, Sam reached out and started to undo the buttons on my shirt from the top. This was one of the things I'd told her about while I was away. She smiled up at me as her fingers worked downwards, knowing how much I'd fantasized about her undressing me. Pulling the bottom of my shirt out from my waistband, she leaned forward and rested her head against the top of my chest as she eased the shirt off my arms. "I've fallen for you too." she whispered as her hands dropped the shirt and started to caress my bare back.

While we kissed deeply and our tongues played in our open mouths, Sam started to pull at my belt and unbuckle it. With the belt released, her fingers pulled at the top button and I felt myself sigh. I was already so hard and pulsing inside my clothes—the anticipation of her releasing me was sublime. We had broken the kiss and her eyes were smiling straight into me as she slowly pulled the zipper down the length of the bulge I was creating.

Sam slid down to her knees and faced my groin while she pulled my jeans over my hips and down to my feet. She was looking at the bulge in my briefs as I stepped out of my jeans, but made no move to touch me. I looked down and watched as she gently took hold of the elasticized waistband and lifted it over the tip of my throbbing cock. As she pulled my briefs away I sighed, feeling free from restriction and enjoying my hard on bobbing in the open with every move I made. Sam stared at me, the reddened head of my cock no more than a foot from her face, and ran her hands along my thighs. She nodded approval and looked up to me. "Nice to see you back."

The next thing she did was to stand up and pull a chair over to where I was standing naked and motion me to sit down. "I feel a little overdressed now." She smirked, glancing down at the upright member between my legs. "You don't mind if I take a few of my clothes off, do you?"

I nodded slowly, watching enthralled as she started to pull her sweater over her head. When she had pulled her hair through the neck and shook it free, I could only stare at the full pink bra with lacy edges—the only thing she had on under the sweater. The urge to reach out and touch her was powerful, but I knew this was her working through the personal striptease I'd fantasized about for so long. Her eyes locked onto mine and she threw her sweater to the floor.

Next she bent down and pulled on the heels of her boots, one at a time before drawing them off her legs and revealing her perfect feet, each toenail painted a subtle red shade. I watched mesmerized as she straightened up, running her hands up her thighs and firing a smoldering look at me.

No words were required from her, and probably none were possible from me, as she unbuttoned her jeans slowly and eased the tight denim over her hips. Without taking her eyes from my face, she let them slip down to her feet and flicked them away. The lacy-fronted thong that was left behind to cover her pubic area matched the bra and highlighted her tanned silky thighs and tight tummy. Sam looked at her absolute finest as she smiled and turned around slowly to let me see all of her glory. As her round and firm bottom was paraded in front of me I imagined being able to brush my hand along its sublime curves and I felt another surge of pressure build in my already considerable erection.

When Sam had completed her turn, she paused to smile and then turned her back to me again so I could see the pure skin of her back and the pink lines of her bra and the thong. I watched entranced as she reached back and undid the catch of her bra, pulling away the strap as it released.

I expected her to turn back around at this point and reveal her gorgeous breasts to me but she simply dropped the bra onto the floor and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the thong. I couldn't believe how erotic it was to watch her bend over and pull it down, her bottom seeming to come closer to me as stepped out of the thong and a small gap opened between her legs, allowing me a glimpse of paradise.

In the short time we were lovers before my trip I didn't get a chance to truly appreciate what a wonderful body Sam had, but now as she turned to face me and let me have a perfect view of her full, round, breasts and her beautifully trimmed and pouting little pussy I let my eyes bask in her. My head shook slowly in wonder and my cock twitched as she reached up to sample her own breast, pushing it upwards and enjoying the sensation of her own palm running across her nipple.

"I've wanted to take my clothes off for you the whole time you were away." she confessed with a smile. "Did you like watching me?"

"Very much." I nodded as she brought her lips down to mine for a tantalizing tongue kiss while she ran her hand along my thigh.

"Let's see now..." She kneeled down in front of me and spread my legs wide while I sat on the chair. My cock was straining at its limit, pointing straight up in appreciation for Sam's erotic nudity. "Looks to me like you might be ready for a little physical contact." She giggled, bringing her head closer and closer to my throbbing erection.

With her hands firmly stroking the insides of my thighs with slow circular movements, Sam's mouth was no more than three inches away from me. As I looked down at her, I could feel the heat of her breath as she moved her head up and down to inspect me. The suspense of the moment was incredible as she simply watched me twitch and move with every heartbeat that tried to pump me up further. Then, after a quick smile up to me, Sam's head covered my view of my cock as she allowed her mouth to slowly descend onto me.

The first thing I felt was her tongue as it rubbed against the tip and then explored under the rim of my cock. Sam's head moved a little to each side as she slid her tongue around the edges of my cockhead before she closed her lips and clamped me firmly in her mouth. I felt a spine-tingling rush of pleasure as she sucked hard on me and slowly drew her mouth back off me. Just as I popped out of her mouth, she quickly bobbed down again, a little deeper this time, and clamped me for another slow sucking journey up my length. The third time she closed her mouth around me one of her hands came to my balls and gently pressed them downwards while she drew her mouth upwards again.

As I watched her head move on me and felt the incredible sensations she was creating, I found myself breathing deeply and closing my eyes involuntarily as Sam worked her magic. Now both of her hands were on my shaft—one behind me, propping me forward while the other palmed me up and down slowly with an exquisite pressure that she ran from the rim of my cock all the way down to push at my retracting balls. All the time Sam kept the head of my cock between her lips, sucking hard, flicking me with her tongue and taking my pleasure level higher and higher.

Feeling her open hand work up and down the underside of my cock and her tongue work all around the rim, I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt better in her mouth than I could dare imagine. Her technique was incredible and her timing superb.

With one final look into my eyes, my cock still in her mouth, Sam stood up slowly, still holding me in her hand. The look of desire in her face was now intense as she stepped over my left leg and started to ease herself down into my lap.

"I can't tell you how much I've thought about this." The fire burning in her eyes matched the heat being generated all over my body. "I've needed you inside me. I've wanted to feel you enter me."

Still holding me, Sam stepped over my leg so she was straddling me while I sat in the chair. Now she brought herself down so that the tip of my cock was poised to part her pussy lips as they started to coat me with her flowing juices. She felt hot as our sexes met and I held her sides to help her lower herself. Facing me, she closed her eyes as I filled her. All around my cock I felt her slick pussy cover me and squeeze me. I heard her gasp as she settled on me and I looked up to see her start to smile.

"Welcome home."

It seemed to be my cue to take an active part in the proceedings and I immediately reached up and began massaging Sam's breasts, one in each hand. She kissed me, her tongue hungrily searching for mine as I found her nipples and started to roll them slowly in my fingers. Sam squirmed down on my hard on, squeezing me into her just a little more and I could almost feel her wetness seeping out beneath us.

As Sam's breathing started to deepen our mouths broke and I craned down to lift a hard nipple into my mouth and suck on it. "Oh baby." Sam gasped as I pushed her breast up towards me. I wound my tongue around her bud and sucked readily as she gasped and whispered in my ear. I let my free hand move around to caress her ass cheeks as she continued to squirm on me and send shivers through my every fiber. Just as I started to pull Sam closer to me, she started to ease herself up and slide herself back down on my cock. I had to remove her nipple from my mouth but could look up to see her face, obviously intent on taking us both towards climax now.

"God, you feel so good." I breathed to her as she worked herself on and off me in long, slow movements that ground down into my open lap. "I've wanted you more than ever these last few days."

Sam smiled through her passion and wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued to bounce us slowly towards heaven. Even though her legs were spread wide, her pussy felt tight as it clamped me and my rock hard cock plunged up and down her velvet walls. With every stroke Sam sighed as I filled her, the rim of my cock creating an exquisite friction as it pushed and pulled with her movements. Then, she simply settled into my lap again, breathing heavily and pulling me close to her.

"I want you to take me from behind." she panted to me, her need now obvious in her flushed face. "Just like you told me on the phone."

Without another word Sam slipped off me, stepped over to the bed, and crawled onto it, waiting for me on her hands and knees, her pussy prominently displayed and offered to me between her splayed thighs. Standing up from my chair, I slowly followed her over to the bed, savoring the view and what was to come. Bobbing in front of me I glanced down at my soaking cock, glistening with her wetness, and noticed that it was still pointing straight up, hard and excited as I'd ever known.

I couldn't resist touching her pussy as it waited for me. My fingers slid easily along her greased, swollen skin as I felt her folds and found her clit before I slipped my middle finger deep inside her. Sam immediately pressed her pubic area back down onto my hand as I moved my finger and explored her, feeling deep and upwards towards her tummy, which I knew she liked so much.




Coming Home



With my finger still inside her, I brought my face closer. Now I not only had a perfect view of her sex, but I felt the need to taste her. I extended my tongue and gently started to lap at her inner lips while my finger continued its internal massage. She tasted just as I remembered, sweet and sexy beyond anything I'd previously imagined. My tongue's tip traced as far as I could, all around her pussy, lapping at her engorged lips and her slick coating. There was no way I could reach her clit with my tongue, so I brought my other hand up to gently rub a few small circles around her. Feeling her body stiffen, I decided that she was getting close and I knew that I owed her my cock so I slowly withdrew my fingers and stood up to position myself.

Sam looked over her shoulder at me as I held my cock and pushed it up to her opening. My eyes didn't leave hers as I started to thrust, moving into her and filling her again. As I got as deep inside her as I could, my balls resting against her, she looked down and sighed. I glanced down to see my shaft reappearing slowly from beneath her ass cheeks, just the most incredible sight as I withdrew slowly and pushed inside again. Sam's breathy voice let out a sexy, "Oh God" as I slowly slid all the way into her.

My balls were on fire after only two or three strokes into her soft and welcoming pussy. I could feel them pulling up, hard into the base of my cock, as I continued my slow motion movements into her, holding her hips firmly in my hands and pulling her back onto me each time I pushed. Leaving one foot on the floor, I lifted my other foot up to step on the bed, allowing my legs to open wider and increase the sensations as I moved my engorged cock inside her. It also helped free my balls as they bumped into her with my thrusts.

I felt Sam's urgency rise as she started to push back into me more and more, encouraging me to speed up, but I remained careful not to hurry the magical moment that was now just around the corner for us. I eased an arm forward and let my hand take the weight of her dangling breast, feeling her hard nipple as it moved back and forth over my hand as we continued the rhythm of our coupling. "Oh yes." Sam gasped over her shoulder, smiling as I took a firmer hold of her excited breast and squeezed. "God, you do the best things to me."

Hearing the object of my desire for so long speak to me like that created yet another surge of strength to my cock as it continued to patiently work us towards climax. I'd never felt so big inside a woman, never felt my cock so surrounded in pleasure as it gently pounded at Sam's swollen and wet pussy. "You feel even better than I remember Sam, even better than I'd dared hope for. I can't hold back, I need to come for you now."

"Don't hold back baby, come for me." I felt her hand reach under us to cup my balls and squeeze them slightly. The moment she touched me the burn started and I knew that I couldn't stop the rush now.

My last conscious movement was to bring my hand between our bodies and reach down to find her clit. It was unmistakable, huge with her excitement but still silky with her juices. I took three fingers and started to make circular movements in time with my strokes. I heard her sigh deeply and her pussy start to pull me even tighter as my balls tensioned and the molten wave or orgasm started to roll over me.

My instinct was to let Sam know I was coming, but all I could to was grunt in time with my thrusts as my skin started to tingle and my muscles dissolved into a burning moment of passion and pleasure as my climax seemed to go on forever. Just when I wondered if it ever would end, my balls finally let go and started to pump hot spasms of come into Sam as I continued to push into her and rub her clit with my hand.

Just as the shots of come from my cock started to subside I felt Sam's hips raise and tense as she started to climax. I continued to move my fingers over her as slowly as I could and felt her almost levitate off the bed as she gasped, "Urgh", and shivered several times before almost falling back onto my cock and remaining impaled there. I stopped thrusting for her and reached forward to hold her while we both let our uncontrolled breathing subside a little.

After a few moments Sam slid onto the bed, where I happily collapsed next to her, my semi-erect cock bouncing onto her thigh, still coated in our sex. Sam wrapped her arms around me, threw a leg over mine and brought her face up to kiss me.

"Oh... my... God." she giggled. "I was expecting fireworks this afternoon, but that was just amazing."

"Sure was." I agreed with her, letting my hand cup her breast again and kissing her a little more deeply.

As I looked into Sam's content and smiling eyes, it flashed across my mind that all of the anticipation and high expectations for our reunion had been wildly exceeded by our passion and willingness to be each other's lover. Looking into Sam's face I felt like I never wanted to leave her again... but smiled as I thought of how coming home to her was so awesome.



Coming Home



This story has very little sex. Please be forewarned.

*

Neil always recollected how, on that Thursday evening, even before he'd known how his fate had already changed, he'd sensed the transformation as he walked in the door. 

Esther's auto was parked outside in the short driveway as he approached their urban home, and so he parked on the street, tightly packed between a Chevy and a Honda, and limped across the street, up the three wooden steps to his porch and then four paces to the front door. Strangely, it was locked. Could it be that Esther had walked to visit a neighbor? Unlikely, it had been a running battle all through their thirty-two years of togetherness; Esther simply didn't lock the door unless she was going someplace in her automobile. 

The foyer was dim, the only luminescence entering the room from the street light through the curtained window, the first floor felt empty, and a brief foray on his injured ankle showed him nothing to disprove his initial perception. Damn that hurt, he thought as he stepped on a threshold between the den and the downstairs toilet. He'd really wrenched his leg when he'd fallen three feet off the ladder. The boss wanted to take him to the Emergency Room, but he'd resisted, and they'd made him go home to rest the leg. It was the first time he'd ever taken any unplanned time off in over a year and a half working part time for the store in the mall. Neil grabbed two Advils from the medicine chest, popped them into his mouth and drew a glass of water from the tap. 

Where could Esther be? This seemed so unlike her. He turned a light on in the den, began to sift through the day's mail. Maybe she'd gone out with a girlfriend who'd picked her up, he considered, maybe . . . Suddenly, he heard three abrupt bumps, apparently from the second floor, and then he thought he heard his wife's giggle, faintly, from a distance. Almost he called out, "Esther?" but then - he never comprehended why not - he resisted the impulse and remained mute. He stood still, attempting to discern if his senses were playing a trick on him in the empty house, and half a minute later, there were more bumps, as if someone was steadily hammering a piece of wood against a wall. This required investigation.

He climbed the front stairs gingerly on his strained leg, and when he reached the landing he found the hallway to be as dark as the first floor, illuminated only by a glint from the guest bedroom around the corner. The bumps came more regularly, in a rhythmic beating, and suddenly he sensed, rather than heard, a sharp feminine whimper pulsing in time with the thuds. When he reflected on the discovery, he knew he hadn't made any conscious effort to be silent, but neither had he done anything to make any noises other than the creaks that result from walking on carpet in an older home.

He approached the guest room, an open door, and then he viewed the bed. Reclining upon it, in profile, was his wife, her blonde hair swishing bestride her flushed face, her head resting on a pillow, her substantial breasts crowned with tawny aureoles and gently tumescent nipples. Her legs were folded upward at the hips, touching her abdomen, and spread wide. Between those limbs, facing her, also entirely unclothed, was a portly gentleman kneeling on the mattress, hairy at the chest and legs. It was entirely too obvious the man's penis was firmly inserted within Esther's sex, and as he thrust the rod into the woman, the bed moved, resulting in first the thumping of the bedstead against the wall, and secondly an excitation in the wife's body, precipitating the groans from the woman, timed with the rhythm of the strokes.

If either turned their head they would have seen Neil, but Esther's eyelids were pulled tight in indulgence, and the man, who's body was slightly askew to the door, seemed much too intent upon his quest. Neil witnessed the infidelity, somehow unwilling to disturb the proceedings, pulled back into the shadows, but remained in position to observe the couple's sport. Further examination revealed the man's left hand was adorned with a golden wedding band, and the cock he was using to pleasure the woman was sheathed in latex. Neil had no idea who he was, couldn't ever remember meeting such a person, wondered under what circumstances he'd met Esther. 

The woman shifted slightly, pulled her legs tighter to her chest resulting in a perfect target for the man's penetration, and her moaning became earnest; from the thousands of times he'd possessed that body, Neil recognized she was in a state of orgasm, responding to the plunges of the man within her. Seconds later the man moved his hands from her hips to a more supportive posture on each side of her shoulders, stretched himself, and with visceral grunts stiffened. Neil discerned this stranger's seed was being released, spurt after spurt, deep within the woman below him.

The movement of the lovers slowed, and before they could realize they'd been spied upon, Neil, as quietly as possible, backed from the iniquitous den and departed down the steps and from the house, got behind the steering wheel of his car. He knew he needed to get away, run from the new reality of his life, and he suddenly recognized he was terribly parched. He drove to a convenience store, poured himself a frozen drink, and surprised himself, when the cashier asked, "How are you?" by responding, "Fine." 'Fine' was the last word, he realized, that described either his physical or emotional state.

What to do now, he wondered. He couldn't go home, not yet, he wasn't going to interrupt the couple. As he drove he wondered, what they they doing? After they'd finished, did they dress, or did they lay together for a time, perhaps regaining their strength for another tryst? It really didn't matter, did it? The specifics of the act seemed far less important than the actuality of it. Neil drove the car to a glen by the side of a river, parked in the darkness, allowed his mind to reflect on the transmuted state of affairs.

Neil replayed the movie his mind had recorded. How Esther fondled her partner's arms and chest, assuming the intent manner that indicated her pleasure at the circumstance, the way she'd encouraged him to implant the intruding cock as thoroughly as possible. The man's phallus seemed no larger than average; of course, Neil had not been able to observe if he was circumcised or not since the thing hadn't disgorged itself from its repository. He wondered at how intent the man seemed to be at his expedition into Esther's body, for Neil had never witnessed another couple making love. Was it love? Was his wife, Esther, in love with this man she'd allowed to infiltrate the most private part of her body? Or was it a simple amusement, a diversion meant only to satisfy a craving that he, Neil, was unable to quench?

And he wondered at his own physical reaction. Surprisingly, he hadn't been particularly outraged or angered. In fact, there was some scrap of him that actually savored the appalling tableau. He was dumbfounded that while he viewed the transgression, he'd been in a state of sexual agitation, his own tool rigid as he watched another man master the body he'd previously believed belonged only to him. And now, sitting in the darkness, watching the nearly full moon reflecting into the river, he was again inflamed. He rubbed the annoying tool through his trousers, considered unzipping and kneading the thing until he also disgorged, but denied himself the torture of self-abuse.

Why wasn't he angry, he wondered. His wife was unfaithful, an adulteress! Was it because they'd been 'unfaithful' to each other many times in their fantasies? It was typical for them to talk about other potential partners as a form of foreplay. Esther enthusiastically participated in the reverie, telling Neil over the years of her daydreams about other men, real and imaginary, and Neil willingly played the part of these other debauchers. And Neil realized this wasn't the only other man who'd ever had her, for in their honeymoon bed neither was virginal, each of them having had multiple mates prior to meeting each other as young adults. Was it so different that someone screwed her after the vows, when others did it before?

Neil remembered a throw-away line he'd once given a chum in a bar when he'd been asked what he would do if he found Esther in bed with someone else: "Depending on the circumstances, I'd either ignore it, congratulate her, or join in." And now, Neil needed to make a choice between the three. Actually there was one additional choice, but he wasn't going to make a scene, threaten Esther with a divorce.

Oh, they would have to discuss it. One way or another, Neil would have to let Esther know he was aware of her infidelity, and she would have to answer some hard questions. Was this her first disloyalty, or were there other men before this one? How long had her affair (affairs?) been going on? Did she intend to continue it, now that she'd been ensnared in the transgression? 

Indeed, he wondered how Esther wanted him to act. If he took a broadminded view of it, would she tolerate indiscretions of his own? He'd never actually done anything, he'd been technically faithful, but there'd been others. Neil's recalled the coworker who'd gotten divorced, flirted with him at the office, and once after drinks she'd invited him up for 'coffee' after he'd driven her home. He knew then that if he'd accepted, the two would have sex, and he declined only because he thought it was the 'honorable' thing to do. He'd always regretted his decision, and now, under the current circumstances, he lamented the choice even more. 

He thought again to a time, after their marriage but before children were born, when they'd been friends with a rather wild couple. One drunken evening the four played strip poker, Esther was down to her panties and the couples swapped partners for a little kissing and fondling. Neil always felt that, with a bit of encouragement or, perhaps, a little less cowardice, it would have gone all the way. But somehow, it stopped before any actual coitus between strange mates occurred. Later, he'd discussed the episode with Esther and she'd confessed she'd been watching and waiting for Neil to take the other woman. If he had, she asserted, yes, she would have willingly let that other man have her. And, in retrospect, Neil didn't think any lasting harm would have been done to their relationship. But, for one reason or another, even though they met often with the other pair, another opening never presented itself, and so they'd remained faithful to each other. Or at least, Neil had. With Esther, not so much, apparently.

Neil wondered if Esther would be interested in wife-swapping at this stage of their life. He'd heard tales of it, and figured if they decided to try something like that, there must be ways to contact other like-minded couples. The Internet made such things so easy, he imagined. But, perhaps, this was a serious thing for Esther, and casual sleeping around might be repulsive to her. And, really, he didn't quite know how he would take to it, either.

Neil looked at the dashboard clock, realized it was now about the time he would normally arrive home. With a resolution not to bring up the information he was now in possession of, he drove the mile or so to his abode, parked in the same spot he'd occupied before, strode gimpily through that same door he'd entered not two hours previously. This time, however, the house was bright with lights, the entrance unlocked. He found Esther in the den, garbed in slacks and simple white blouse, no external emblem to indicate she was a hussy. 

"Oh, you're home!" she cried, then, "You're limping. What's wrong?"

"I just twisted my ankle at work. No big deal."

"Are you sure, let me look at it."

"No, it's fine, really." He bent, as he always did, and put his lips to hers. He tasted her a whit longer than he normally did, searching for a remnant of her recent lewd collaborator, finding no trace but a tang of toothpaste. With a touch of the neck, he found cleansed skin, perceived a hint of moisture in the hair around her shoulder. Had she showered his scent away? The spousal kiss turned, with her willing participation, into one of common lust, the couple's cue sex was in the offing. Neil found, once again, that he wasn't repulsed at the thought that someone else had pilfered her body, but instead discovered it was an aphrodisiac. 

"My, my," Esther allowed, "I think you want something."

"I do. Why don't you go upstairs, put something on. I'll be there in a few moments. Would you like me to make a drink?"

"A glass of the wine that's open would be wonderful. Don't be too long," she crooned.

Neil watched her ascend the steps, her full rump swinging seductively. In the kitchen, he collected flutes from the cupboard, realized as he was splashing the beverage the bottle, as far as he remembered, had been unopened when he went to work. Had she nakedly shared half a bottle with her lover? 

Upstairs, he detoured to the guest room, that nest of vice, and found no trace remaining of the perversion he'd witnessed. The bedspread, the one that had been under her back, her buttocks, his knees, was smoothed, leaving no proof of the masquerade. No shoes were peeking from under the daybed, no condom wrapper lay discarded in the waste can. What did she do with that particular piece of evidence, he wondered. Just how careful had she been this time, other times?

Entering the master suite, he found her in a favorite teal babydoll. worn often for Neil's visual amusement. Had she garbed herself in it for the other man, too? Again, no matter, Neil was now aching for this impure woman. Down onto the bed he dragged her, not that she resisted. The opening kisses, the familiar foreplay felt no different to Neil than it had the last time he'd taken her, before he knew of her injudiciousness. When he performed cunnilingus upon her secret place, she enthusiastically spread her legs to make it easier for him, and even though he knew the other man had been there only a short time earlier, he sucked on the proffered clitoris, plunged his tongue into her vulva. A pungency seemed to invade it tonight, a displeasing sharpness of latex. He knew, of course, it was the residue of the condom that wrapped the prick that had been there earlier. Was this the first time he'd ever tasted such a flavor, he wondered, or was it just that he'd been ignorant of sourness before? 

Esther relished the artistry being performed on her, and since Neil fathomed every niche of that body, understood just what she desired in a lover, she reached the plateau easily, went over the edge once, twice, perhaps three times. He rose above her, kissing her navel and nipples during his journey, and then, in a position much the same as he'd witnessed before, skewered his wife of decades deeply, shoved his own implement inside the crevice, felt the warmth surround him, and, like the adulterer he followed, streamed his own seed into the gulch of life. It took only seconds, just a few pushes, even quicker than the hurried, characteristic coupling the unadventurous lovers routinely engaged in. 

Neil fell beside his wife, rolled onto his side and she, quite aware of the pattern of thirty years, turned away from him then waited for him to cuddle, his belly adjacent to her spine. "You seemed anxious. Is everything all right?"

"I'm fine," he assured her. "I've just been thinking, that's all."

"About what?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Of course."

"Then, I've just been wondering if you might be thinking of having a lover. Someone other than me."

"What ever gave you that idea?" Esther sounded incredulous, but Neil, alert for nuances, realized she'd not denied her involvement.

"Nothing," Neil mislead. "There's a guy at work, he found out his wife was having an affair. I just couldn't help but think about you, that's all." He paused, holding Esther tightly, his hand stroking her belly, cupping a breast. Esther didn't reply. "If you were having an affair, I don't think I'd mind. If you were ever with someone else, I'd want you to tell me."

Another, very long pause. Finally, from deep within her larynx, she uttered, "Well . . ."



Coming Home



From the beginning of the day all I could think about was getting home to see my lovely wife. A hot black haired, Philippine, skinny, tan, nicest ass you could ever find, 32b tits, long legs and all tan. Yeah, I made out well for myself. On the ride home all I could think about was how bad I wanted sex, worked all day and now it's time to finally relieve some stress.

I pull up in the driveway and there is some Ford in the driveway, it looks like her friend's car so I just blew it off and I get out and walk through the garage. I open the door and say "Hey sweetie, you home?" and I don't hear anything at all. Kind of strange, but oh well. I walk all around the downstairs and I walk upstairs. 

I am walking down the hallway where our room is and I hear the door open and I'm thinking, 'there's my beautiful wife.' and I see this tall, tan, muscular, blond haired guy. My look was complete disbelief, and then when I looked down, it got worse. His cock hung about to his knee and he just stood there looking at me.

"Well it was about time you finally came home and found out what goes on every day." He said with a cocky grin on his face. He moves closer into the light and his cock glistens in the light in the hallway, smelled like cum and most likely spit. "Man your wife is super hot, like you have no idea. And god damn she is tight." He laughs as my wife exits our room.

My wife looks directly at me and then back at his abs and monster dick and she starts to rub his abs and rub his huge cock, as if I didn't exist. She lifted it up and his balls were fucking huge, hanging so low. I felt so bad because this guy had me beat by miles.

"I left quite a mess for you to clean up, but now that you know I think it's about time we let you in and you can clean up and well, watch. You might learn something there shrimp." He slaps my wife's ass like he owns her and walks back into the bedroom. I walk behind them. The bed was soaked, like someone threw a bucket of water on it and there were condoms on the floor, and I picked one up and it was about the same size, length and width as my arm. He laughed as he threw one at me and it hit my face. Covering my face and hair in my wife's juices.

He stands there as my wife is all over him, she gets on her knees and starts to suck him off as he stands above her. "Everyday for the past five years we've done this." He says with a grin, he lets out a moan. My wife's spit is dripping off of this guys huge cock. 

He sits down as I clean up the mess on the floor and one of the condoms is filled with cum, as he sits there, legs spread with my wife inbetween them sucking him. He looked a good 15 inches hard, at least as I sat down in the seat and watched. 

My wife gets on her back and he pulls her to the edge of the bed, he takes a look at me and smiles as he pushes into her. She screams so loud as his huge long fat coke bottle thick cock enters her pussy. "oh my god he is so huge, so much bigger then you Tyson." she says to me as he laughs.

"Dude your girl is so wet." he says, and right after he speeds up and starts to fuck her like a pro, going so hard and fast, she cums over and over as his huge balls slap up against her. She is still screaming how big he is and how good it feels.

"This is the closest to pussy you are ever gunna get, come here." he says. I walk over there and he grabs me and forces me right next to her pussy, his balls hit my face as I gag because they were slimy. I got to see her cum hard up close as he says "There isn't any better pussy then another man's pussy." 

She gets on all fours and he starts to pound her so hard from behind and he tells me to lay on the bed, maybe get some sleep. And I do what I'm told because this guy could kick my ass in a second. As I'm laying there he moves so that he is right above me, and my wife cums and it drips down onto me as I'm just being fucking humiliated in my own home. My wife cuming over and over and sucking this guy after they've fucked for literally hours on end. 

He rolls over and my wife gets on top and starts to ride him, she is moaning and screaming as he lays there. "Oh my fucking god! He is so fucking huge!!!!" she says over and over as she cums hard. He stops her for a second and takes the condom off and flings it at my face, it was like a giant large wet towel just hit my face. 

He picks my wife up and he stands up and holds her legs at his shoulders and fucks her while he holds her up. He makes me get down right below him, his balls swaying and hitting my face again. My wife came at least ten times as he was just standing there destroying her once tight pussy. Her ass jiggling as he goes in and out. He accidently pulled out way too much and his huge cock flopped out and hit me ontop of the head and it was so heavy that it almost knocked me on the ground, and he just picked it back up and continued to pound the fuck out of her.

He puts her down and she starts to suck him off and he finally cums all in her mouth and all over her tits and all over her body. Her mouth overflows with cum and dribbles down onto her tits even more. He goes and lays down on my bed with my wife and makes me sleep on the floor. He also made me clean up the mess. And about two hours later, I hear my wife slurping on his huge cock, and all I can think is.

'Here we go again.'



Coming Home



© Copyright 2010

Author's Note: As with all my stories, this is a work of fiction. It may be based on real people and places, but it never actually happened. 

Jess is from the Philippines. Jess is a nickname. We met in a chat room when she was in nursing school in the Philippines. I am disabled widower, in the United States. I seem to have an easier time talking to women in a chat room than in person.

We chatted a few times. It seems most PCs over there have webcams, so she would let me watch her. From the first time I saw her I was taken by her beauty. From the beginning, our conversations were somewhat "R rated." Since she was always in a public place, she could never show me any more skin than if we were on a public street.

When Jess finished her training, she moved to Hong Kong, and ended up getting a job as a "nanny." I would see her online late on Saturday nights, which turned out to be Sunday morning her time. Once again, she did not have her own PC, but on her day off, used some sort of cyber café, where she rented PCs with internet access by the hour. If I saw her come online, I would say "hi" and ask if I could view her cam. Some weeks that would be about all would say to each other. I figured she must have thought I was a pervert, but I just enjoyed looking at her so much; I could do it all day.

Then one day, everything changed. I saw her online, and decided to say "Hi." That time, something was different. Jess wanted to talk, more than we had in a long time. We talked for two hours that night. We made plans to meet every Saturday night my time--Sunday morning her time. We spent all her time online talking. We emailed each other pictures too, so that we had something to look at the other six days of the week.

Jess eventually got a work visa to Canada. Soon after she was there, and settled, I came for a visit. The first night together, we made love all night. It was the best sex either of us had experienced during our 40 plus years. We both knew how special this was.

The second night, I proposed at dinner, and she was yelling "YES!" before I had finished. Our last full day together was spent ring shopping.

After about a year of marriage, Jess went home for two weeks to spend time with her mom who was now close to 80, meaning a trip to the U.S. would be too much for her. This would be the first time we would be apart since the wedding. Although being in our 40s and 50s, we had a good and active sex life, better than either of us had ever known.

On the way home, Jess called me when she arrived back into San Francisco, to confirm when her flight was due into Denver. She wanted to make sure I would pick her up alone. However, she would not say why. I assured her I would be there and was talking the next two days off work.

I was at right at the edge of the Security area, on my scooter when she ran over, dropping her bag at my feet and plopped down on my lap with a big hug and a couple of long kisses. We hugged tightly. The two weeks apart was now over.

We picked up her carry-on, and started towards the luggage area, holding hands. Her first bag was already there, but the other seemed to take forever to show up. Meanwhile Jess quizzed me about where I had parked. "Was it in the parking garage?" "Was it close?" Did anyone (like my parents) come with you? This was not like her to be so anxious.

She grabbed both bags and headed for the door. When we were in the garage, I directed her to our van. We have a mini-van with and electric ramp. There are no middle seats, which is where my scooter rides. As we approached the van, I hit the button to open the back hatch, then the other to open the ramp. Jess lifted each of the three bags into the back, and then started around to the passenger side as I closed the hatch. As I got in the van, I realized Jess was on the back seat not the front seat. She immediately hit the inside button to raise the ramp and close the door. Her expediency was now undeniable! The door was only half closed, when I realized Jess was undressing.

I heard her say, "Get over here! I need you in me NOW!" 

"We'll be home in an hour." 

"I CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER HOUR!"

I slid over onto the seat beside her. By now, her top and bra was lying on the floor, her shoes were off, and she was wiggling out of her pants and panties at the same time.

I swung around onto my knees in front of Jess, and the long passionate kissing began as she was pulling my shirt off, and opening my belt. 

I start exploring Jess' body the way I know she liked it: Kissing her clavicle; brushing my teeth across her had nipples, sucking each boob, kissing her stomach, and the inside on her knee. From there I kissed my way up her thighs, alternating sides until I reached her juicy pussy. I have never known Jess not to get wet easily, but I have never seen her hairless love hole this wet, this fast. She slid down in the seat a bit, lifting her legs up onto my shoulders providing better access to her twat. I immediately started stroking my tongue from the bottom, to the top, and back. On each up stroke between her lips, her lovely clit poked out a bit further.

"OH Yeahhhhhhhhhh!"

"Don't Stop!"

"Hmmmm"

"Make me come!"

"Oh, don't stop!"

She had her hands on my head to insure I was not going to pull away. Within a minute, I started to hear the now familiar sound warning me that my wife was on the verge of orgasm. Her legs clamped hard down on my ears, locking my head in place as the first wave ecstasy hit. She threw head back violently as the earthquake encompassed her body. As each wave of her climax came, more liquid sprayed my face. Although my ears were clamed between her thighs, I could clearly hear her screams of ecstasy. My only fear was someone passing by might hear too and try to investigate.

As Jess's body calmed, I was released from the grip of her legs, although her breath was still fast and shallow. I jumped up on to the seat beside her. As soon as she was able, she leaned over and took my erection into her mouth. Jess sucked and licked the head as one hand stroked the shaft, and the other played lightly with my balls. I always enjoy Jess' head. I do not know how she learned to be so good, I just am glad I was reaping the benefits.

Next, Jess sat up, and then swung her leg over me. Grasping my penis, she guided it to the entrance of her "Love Hole" or as we call it "her nest." She rubbed the head against her wet lips a couple times. Then as she leaned forward, it slipped in easily. Rocking back and forth, it was soon buried as deep as possible. We both moaned in unison. She started rocking her hips, slowly at first, but then more quickly. I rubbed my hands up and down her back before resting them around her waist, pulling her on to me as far as possible on each lovely stroke. Jess' familiar sounds told me that she was very close to a second climax. She put her arms around her neck and continued a nice steady pace of spearing herself with my manhood. After two week of abstinence, she seemed tighter.

She had set a good pace, and most down strokes were accompanied by a "Yes!"

My climax was quickly approaching, but I was doing my best to hold it off until she came again. Suddenly, one hard down stroke and Jess just started to tremor. Her head flew back, and I heard her groan like never before. Her pussy clamped my dick, starting my own climax. I hugged Jess close as we both shook. It was one of the longest and most violent orgasms I have ever seen my wife have.

After a bit, she moved off, and sat beside me. We probably sat there in the airport garage for twenty minutes, snuggling, and hearing about her trip, her mom and everyone else she saw.

I eventually redressed and moved into the driver's seat, and started to drive home. Jess eventually dressed and joined me up front. We held hands most of the way home.

Over the next two days, Jess slept a lot. When she was not sleeping, she was eating, or making love to me. 

We have not decided if I will go with her next time, or just rest up for her return.



Coming Home



You knew I was waiting and smiled as I opened the door. No words were spoken as you caressed my face and kissed my lips before pushing me to the floor. I looked up at you as you reached for your belt...undoing the buckle as my fingers rushed to your zipper, fumbling in my excitement. Your cock, hard and already glistening at the tip, was released directly into my waiting mouth. You moaned from deep within...I felt it more than I heard it. 

My hands gripped your thighs as my lips locked around the base of your shaft, my tongue pressing you to the roof of my mouth so I could feel you throb there. My throat muscles worked to pull you deeper inside me. God, I'd missed you. Your hand fell to my head, your fingers wrapping my hair into your fist as you thrust against me. My body trembled...already so aroused I felt the dampness leaking onto my thighs. You moved my head away until my tongue was flicking at the tip...lapping that delicious precum. 

I looked up at you to see the smile that I knew would be there. As our eyes met, you pulled me firmly against your body. My nose pressed into your skin...my breath hot on you...coming now in short gasps as I struggled to breathe. I began to squirm...pushing away...needing air...but needing you even more. You slowly and firmly began to fuck my mouth...pushing harder and deeper with each movement. Through the sound of my own pulse pounding in my head, I heard you murmur what a good girl I was. I let my teeth touch your cock in recognition of your praise. 

Suddenly, you pulled me up from my kneeling position and held me tightly to you...your lips seeking mine. I felt the same desperation in you that I felt within myself. As our lips touched and our tongues tangled, the roar in my head reached a crescendo. I felt my knees weaken at our kiss, grateful for your strong arms holding me. Soon, I felt the edge of the couch on the back of my legs. I didn't even know we'd moved. We broke our embrace, our eyes still locked on each other. 

I had dressed to please you and I saw by your eyes that you had finally noticed. I shivered as I felt your gaze rake over my body, taking in the black and white design on the short, tight dress I wore. You reached out, cupping my breasts in your hands, your fingers finding my nipples and pinching...twisting hard. You watched as my lips worked...finally a throaty groan escaping them, making you smile again. You released your grip on my breasts long enough to pull the bodice of my dress down. My chest heaved under your touch as you grabbed my nipples again...pulling hard, daring me to move, knowing my legs were trembling, seeing how long I could stand there. 

I whimpered now, my eyes begging for you, wanting you. Your smile widened as you lowered your lips to one throbbing nipple, taking it in, suckling at first. Your mouth felt so warm and soothing after your sweetly torturing grip. Suddenly, I gasped as this time I felt your teeth grab my nipple. My hand flew to the back of your head as I arched my back, pushing my breast to you, aching so deliciously. Your hand still at work on my other breast, kneading it roughly as your teeth tightened and pulled on my nipple. The sounds I made were primal...deep and desperate. This excited you beyond reason. 

You pushed me onto the couch behind me and stood over me...looking at what you'd done...my breasts swollen and exposed, my already short dress pushed up to give a glimpse of the black lace panties I wore, my eyes glazed as I tried to catch my breath. My gaze lowered from your face to your cock...rigid, pulsing and ready. You stripped off your shirt and let your jeans drop to the floor as you looked at me. "Show me," you said. Somehow, one of my hands found its way to the hem of my dress...pulling it up to fully display my wet lace. You nodded and waited. I knew what you wanted. I spread my legs and pulled the lace crotch to the side of my pussy. My other hand slid up my thigh and I used a finger to part my pink, wet lips. 

You made a noise, also primal, as you watched me slip a finger inside my sweetness. You took a step toward me, your hand on your cock...coaxing more precum to the tip...teasing me with it. I pulled my eyes away from that tempting sight so I could watch your face as I pulled my finger from my pussy and up to my face, coating my lips with my juices. 

You reached down and grabbed me by my hair once again, pulling my face up to your cock. I exhaled slowly as you moved the head of your cock over my lips, mixing your slickness with my own. I began to open my mouth, wanting to bring you into that heat once again. You pulled my head back, tilting it so you could see me. I licked my lips, whispering, "Please?" You shook your head, silent as you now dropped to your knees, pushing my legs apart. You began gently kissing my thighs. I let my head fall against the back of the couch, enjoying the sensations you were giving me. 

You draped my legs over your shoulders as your lips reached my pussy, your tongue sliding up and down my slit before plunging inside. Unable to control myself, I thrust my hips, pushing at your face. I felt your muffled sigh as your tongue began to work its magic. My clit was already throbbing as you began to graze your teeth over it, finally nipping it firmly between your teeth and sucking...hard. My fingernails dug into the cushion beneath me as I started grinding against you, whimpering at the sharp bites you were now showering on me. You pushed one finger, then another into me, your lips and teeth never leaving my swollen nub. As my body began to move for you, you added a third finger, pressing hard and deep inside me. 

I cried out as you used your hand to pound my dripping pussy. Even as I met your thrusts, my body was being propelled upward with your strength. You drew your face away, letting your thumb press against my punished clit at the same time your little finger slid through my juices until it was between my cheeks, pushing at my tightest hole. My body started to rock telling you I wanted more. You pressed harder...your hand assaulting me completely, your eyes intent on me as you watched me ascend into ecstasy. 

I no longer had any control, my body entirely yours, bucking beneath your hand as I came. I felt a hot gush between my legs as I continued to cum. I knew your hand and wrist were soaked, as were my thighs and the cushion I was on. As the convulsions ripping through me slowed, you gently pulled your hand away, dragging it against my skin so I could feel the liquid heat you had wrung from me. I lay panting before you, returning your smile, my legs trembling. You pressed against me, reminding me of your need. 

I opened my arms to you as you swung me around to recline, one foot on the floor, the other draped over the back of the couch. You kissed me, sharing my sweetness with your tongue as you entered me, completely and fully. I lifted my leg from the floor and wrapped it around your waist, my other leg moving to rest against your chest. Your first thrusts were slow and measured, enjoying the slick tightness you had missed these last few days. Feeling you inside me was pure heaven. 

I closed my eyes as I let my hands wander over your arms, your shoulders, and your chest. My fingers found your nipples, tweaking them and them letting my fingernails rake over them. You inhaled sharply as your movements quickened. I matched you, thrust for thrust, feeling your passion so deep inside me. 

I wanted to...needed to...feel you cum...feel your explosion inside me but no...you were not ready. "Cum for me again...be my good girl," you said softly, raggedly. I needed no further encouragement, giving myself once again to the waves of pleasure only you can bring to me. My fingernails dug into your shoulders until I felt your skin give beneath them. Your balls wetly hit against my ass as my nectar flowed again. 

I was gasping for air when I heard you whisper my name once, then again...our skin slapping together, your thrusts driving me into the cushions. Your body tensed and froze; your eyes locked with mine once again before you grabbed my ass and slammed into me hard, holding me there while your cock pulsed inside me. I felt the intensity of your release exploding...your cum filling me, running down my thighs to mix with my own. 

I pulled you to me, feeling your heart race against my breast. "Yours," I whispered in your ear while you emptied your passions inside me...enjoying the trembles going from your body to mine. I could feel your smile against my skin as you caught your breath, your arms moving to envelope me tightly. We lay like this, reveling in the oneness we felt, our skin slick and hot. You reached up to kiss me, slowly this time. I looked into your eyes once more. "Welcome home," I said.



Coming Home



I waited for him at the park where he asked me to meet him. The first call in 2 weeks since he disappeared. I was mad when I hadn't heard from him even madder when he called while I was out with the girls asking me to meet him. I paced back and forth in the grass. 

"Why of all the things I could be doing tonight I had to meet up with him," I said aloud. 

"Because you love me and I owe you an explanation." 

I turned around to see him standing in a beater and the shorts I gave him 2 weeks ago. 

"Ok, where the fuck was you then?"

"Man, I got into some shit. I left you and went to the house to get ready for my birthday and next thing I know I was in bookings. Don't ask about the charges just know I am sorry for not calling. No need in you stressing yourself about me." 

I mean mugged the shit out of him before I responded, "Stressing me by not calling smart. I don't know what to think....," he cut me off by a kiss. I went weak at the knees before I could pull away. Damn that boy knows how to shut me up. He pushed me up onto of the park tables and pull my panties off and placed them in his pocket. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Girl, my dick has been missing his pussy, so he's going for what he knows." 

I couldn't help but laugh, my laugh was cut short when he stuck his dick in my wet pussy. He lifted me off the table and I wrapped my legs around his waist while he fucked the shit out of me. I tried to keep my moans low because we were outside but to no avail. He grabbed my ass and slammed it onto his dick. I started scratching his back and biting on his earlobe to silence the moans. I felt my juices flowing down his dick with every pump.

"You miss this daddy dick don't you girl!"

"I have to think about it," I said smartly.

He took me off his dick and bent me over and began fucking the shit out of me. He grabbed my neck as I arched my back further for him to get all the way inside. Daddy knows how to please his lady. All I could do was cum harder and harder as the juices started to gush with every stroke. I tired to run but he kept pulling me back.

"Where are you running to? 

You talked all that shit about thinking about it, think on this for a minute." He pumped faster as I collapsed onto the table. He started finger fucking in my ass, while fucking me. I felt my ass getting wetter by the seconds, I couldn't take no more, "Daddy, I'm about to cum!"

He pulled out his dick and I squirted all over the place, while his seed spilled into the grass. I laid on the table trying to catch my breath. He just stood back in amazement of what just happened. Once I got myself together, I stood up and looked at him.

"What?"

"Nothing, I guess I can't be mad with you more!"

All he could do was smile, he pulled me near him and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"You know I love you right," he said looking me dead in the eye?

"Yes and as do I."

We kissed and started making our way to the cars.



Coming Home



He's been gone all day and the ache was starting to get to her. She was craving him. Craving his cock. Craving him inside her. She loved to have him in her mouth the most. She loved the taste of his cock and the texture of it on her tongue. And just the thought of him cumming in her mouth made her weak in her knees. His cum was like heaven to her. She sighed thinking of happy thoughts. She rolled over the sheets clinging to her naked body. She saw the clock out of corner of her eye. Candie gasp he's going to be home soon.

She hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and ran her fingers through the water till it was the right temperature. She got in and cleaned her self up just the way she knew he liked it. She couldn't get the vision of his cock out of her mind. Water trickled down between her legs followed closely by her fingers. She got out of the water and turned the shower off. After quickly toweling off she returned to the bedroom turned the music on low. 

The sound of a door shutting caught her ear. Her heart was racing with excitement as she closed the blinds. She climbed into bed as he opened the door. It was impossible for Candie to hide her smile. "Jack!" she said "well hello there princess. Miss me?" Candy trembled, her heart racing as he undressed in front of her. As he climbed on the bed she wrapped herself around him making sure she didn't touch it, he hadn't allowed it yet. She looked at him, her eyes pleading. "You want to play with your toy don't you?" Candie nodded slowly her mouth watering. " Ok princess go ahead"

With glee her hand ran down his chest scooping his cock up. It was still soft and she loved making it hard. She leaned down and sucked her toy into her mouth, playing with the head with her tongue. When it was soft like this it was easy to get it all in her mouth so she'd clamp her lips around the base and suck him hard. He was so big that when he was all hard he wouldn't fit but she held out as long as she could and sucked on her toy till it just wouldn't fit.

She played with his cock as they talked for a few minutes. She thought to herself it really was her toy and she loved to play with it. She wished he never had to go to work so she could play with it all day long. Candie was starting to get hungry and she was craving his cum. she found her-self sucking him harder

She watched him struggling to hold back and knew he was ready. Candy wanted his cum and there was nothing he was going to do to stop her. She sucked harder, looking up to him with her blue eyes, knowing he loved seeing them and tonight she'd worn dark eye shadow, making her look more tempting than ever. 

She kept sucking and sucking anticipating the feeding she would soon receive Candy griped his cock like a vice preventing him from him from ever pulling from her mouth; looking up to him her eyes pleaded for him to feed her. Sucking him harder than ever, hoping he'd just relax and fill up her mouth. She wanted his cum and wasn't going to stop until she got it. She watched his face, sucking him, while her tongue danced around his fat; swollen head and Candy knew he was close. 

'Princess, do you want some cum?' he moaned, 'yes' she mumbled around her toy 'please feed me'. She sucked harder, while a loving smiled filled her lips and wrapped around his shaft. Candy watched, sucking him hard and when he lifted his hips, she loved it and hoped he'd cum in her that way. 'Cum in me!' she thought as his big cock filled her mouth and she sucked. 'Cum in me Jack,' she thought again, hoping he'd just give in and do it. 

He smiled down at her. His beautiful princess sucking on him, desperately trying to make her toy cum. well Candy was going to get her wish. His head lawled back and his body went rigid as he exploded. Cum shot from the tip of Jack's long cock like never before and deep in Candy's mouth. She came the moment she felt the first squirt hit her throat. She was cuming as hard as he was as she greedily drank his cum. her head spun as waves of pleasure rippled through her body. One hand caressing his balls encouraging all the cum to leave them as the other hand helped pumped the cum into her hungry mouth. Squirt after squirt of his warm cum filled her mouth and he glanced down to her, she was smiling and sucking him so hard. 

'Yes! Oh Jack!' Candy thought as his hot, thick cum poured in her mouth and she savored the salty taste, wishing there was a way to save it, but there wasn't. She'd just be forced to suck him every chance she had and if she knew Jack, he was going to love it just as much as she was. 

After sucking him a few more minutes and doing everything she could to his cock and his balls to get every drop she could out of them, Candy curled up in a ball next to him with her head on his stomach never letting her toy leave her mouth. She suckled his cock like a pacifier and was soon fast asleep but not before letting out a contented sigh. He gently pet her long dark hair as he smiled, he knew how she'd wake him up. She was insatiable that one and he wouldn't have it any other way.



Coming Home



Kathy? this is for you... I think 

PROLOGUE:

I heard the rustle of leaves first before I become aware of the approaching footsteps. I looked up and watched in trepidation as the sounds draws nearer. Although I couldn't yet see who it is, I know that it could only be one person. I thought of jumping down from the branch I am sitting on and making a run for it before she shows herself, but I know I won't dare. I waited almost in dread and fear as she finally clears the small bush and shows herself.

She stood there studying me for awhile. I couldn't raise my eyes to hers. I've been avoiding her for the whole of two days. It feels like I haven't seen her for years because I used to spend my whole time with her -- either at her house or in mine. Or we will both sneak out here, to our 'secret spot' to whisper about nothing to each other.

"Will you come down here?" she asked

"No. I want to stay here." I replied

"Okay then," she said.

She made her way to the foot of the tree and start removing her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I asked alarmed

"I am coming up." she replied calmly

"You'll hurt yourself, you know you can't climb."

"Then it'll be your fault, after all that's what you want, in' nit?" she responds as she made to start the climb.

She's been back in Nigeria for 3 years now, yet her British accent still remains strong. Quickly, I swung off the branch and hung swinging for a few seconds before jumping down. Immediately I hit ground, I ran to her and held her from climbing the tree. She turned immediately in my arms and hugged me real tight to herself.

Few minutes later, we were back at her house and in her room. The silence between us was so tense I could feel its weight. It feels strange because that never happens with us; we always have something to talk about and the silence, when they occur are usually comfortable. Whenever we are together, either she is telling me about London or I am telling her about Nigeria or about our town. But, 2 days ago, all that changed. As I looked at her as she pretends to read a novel, my mind flashed back to the 'kiss'.

2 days ago, while she was saying goodnight to me, she kissed me. She used to kiss me all the time -- all over the face, but never on the lips. But, that night, she gently held my face in her hands and ran her lips over mine. I think that what really surprised us and left us speechless was not the fact that she kissed me, but the ferociousness with which I returned the kiss. My first ever kiss, coming from my best girlfriend. I was shocked. When the kiss broke on its own, I panicked and pushed her away from me and ran home. I stayed away from her since then, although the kiss has never left my mind.

"You know I. J., if you keep staring at me like that, you will soon bore a hole through me." She said without looking up from the novel she is holding. I blushed and quickly looked away from her. Once again, I thank my God that my skin color makes it impossible for her to see my blush.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked her

"What are you saying? I kiss you all the time." She replied.

"But not like that and never on the lips. Why now?" I persisted

"Why are you so bent on my giving you an excuse for that? Do you need a reason to feel how you do? Do you need to make excuses for the way your heart is beating right now that I am looking at you?" I could feel my young nineteen year old heart double its pace as she said that.

"Are you telling me that you didn't enjoy it or that you don't ever want me to kiss you again?" she continued. As she was talking, she slowly starts leaning towards me that by the time she finished, she was so close that I could feel her breathe on my face. I could hardly breathe. My heart is pumping so ferociously in my chest that I thought I could have a heart attack. She stares at my lips and I stare back at hers longingly. I felt my lips part in anticipation under her heavy gaze and hers parted almost simultaneously as well. Then, she leaned in and claimed my lips. The kiss of 2 days ago was a mere prelude to the main thing.

She kissed my soul. I could feel her lips tug at my heart every time she sucked on my lips. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and uses it to caress my whole mouth. I was gasping so hard and clinging so tight to her. She leaned back and pulled my shirt off. Her hands immediately grabbed my small breasts and start squeezing and fondling. They were hardly a handful but they are quite sensitive to make up for their size.

Gently, she pushed me down and slid on top of me. We resumed the kissing. She slides down my body to suck on my small tits; and that's the position we were in when the door bursts open to reveal her grandma. She gave a small shout when she saw us, then; she pulled me from under her and slapped me severally on the face. She was kind enough to allow me pull back on my shirt before dragging me to my house. All the while her grandma was hitting me, she just covered her head in her arms and hid her face in her pillow and never make a sound. As her grandma pulled me away, I called her name in shame but she didn't answer.

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

I stared out the window of the plane as it flew over whatever city we are at. I still can't believe I am going back to Nigeria after almost nine years of living in the U.S. I wonder how home will be like, how those I left behind will be faring. I came into Nigeria a few hours ago and immediately took a connecting flight going to my state. In 10 minutes, the plane will land and I'll have to find a taxi that will take me home. I still can't believe I am here. Two weeks ago, I wouldn't have imagined being back in Nigeria now. I hadn't planned on coming. Even when my mom called to remind me of my grandpa's funeral, I still didn't want to come back. Then, Lillian called and mentioned her name and marriage in one sentence; and that's all it took. Next thing, I am making reservations and buying tickets. Then, I called my editor/ agent cum manager to tell her of my intended travel to Nigeria—which of course came as a surprise.

After what happened with her nine years ago, I resented her for deserting me and allowing her grandma to make me out into a villain; who is out to devour her grandchild. She aided her grandma in shutting herself away from me. I remembered that when her grandma left our house, my grandparents started freaking out trying to understand what happened and to know what they will tell my parents. They couldn't understand why I wanted to force my best friend into bed. I couldn't explain, so I ran back to her house to get her so that she will come and tell them that it's okay because we both felt it. I knocked till my hands hurt. I know she was in there, she simply hid from me.

The next day, I went back again to tell her that my parents have finally decided that I should go and stay with an aunt in another city. I knocked till her grandma came out and told me that I am no longer welcomed in her house. I ran to the bush, to our 'spot'. I climbed the tree and sat on the low branch and waited. I cried my eyes out waiting but she didn't come. I left as it started getting dark. Early the next morning, just before I left to my aunt's house, I gave my cousin Lillian a letter containing my aunt's address and phone number, to deliver to her.

For the first few months, I stayed in my aunt's house always in anticipation that the next letter or call might be from her. But she never called nor wrote. It was Lillian who finally forced me to accept the fact that I've been violated. After the usual heart ache, I pushed her off my mind and get my life back on track. I won the scholarship, travel to U.S for my university education, got my degree, did my masters program and become a writer.

For awhile in school, I dated guys until I got fed up and decided to be truthful to myself. I switched to girls. I even had a couple of relationships that lasted for more than 6 months. I have two books published and the third one due to hit the market in a few months. I was convinced I was doing well until Lillian dropped the bomb on my laps. I realized I needed closure. I need to know if she really felt the way she convinced me that she did or did I force her into kissing me? I need to see her again one last time. I need to let her know what she did to me, how she hurt me. I need to look into her big brown eyes one more time and see the resentment I know she must have felt for me.

I got off the plane and cleared my bags. Then, I walked out and got myself a taxi. I gave the driver my address and watch him load my bags. Lillian had offered to come and pick me up but I had declined. It felt so good to be back home. I am already enjoying the ambiance and the feel of the fresh breeze on my face as I enter the taxi and closed the door. I leaned my head back on the head rest as the driver got on and start the taxi. I close my eyes and released a huge sigh. Immediately my mind flashed back to the first day I met her.

I was sixteen when I first saw her. My grandma had sent me over to our neighbor's to get something for her. Our neighbor is a middle aged widow whose only son has been living in London for the past 20 years. As I got there, I curtseyed to greet the woman, and then I told her what I wanted. She said okay and went in to get it. As she entered, the door opened again to reveal the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I was transfixed as I saw her standing there. We both stared at each other. She had a tiny smile on her face while mine clearly showed fear. We stared at each other till our neighbor came out to hand me the stuff I wanted. I still find the voice to thank her as I took my leave.

Immediately I cleared the compound, I ran and didn't stop until I got home and found my grandma. I told her that there is a 'white girl' in our neighbor's house. She told me that it's probably her granddaughter. I was so intrigued. I wanted to go back just to look at her one more time, but I refrained from doing so. Two days later, she entered our house. I was all alone; my grandparents had gone out to the market and Lillian had gone out too. I just graduated high school, that's why I was home on a school day. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and see her standing there smiling. I was scared that I started shaking. She boldly reached out and took my hand and gave me a hand shake. She told me her name is Elizabeth and I told her that my name is Ijeoma, but, she couldn't pronounce it very well, so I asked her to call me I. J. for short. She asked if I could show her the village and I accepted. And that's how our friendship began. I showed her everywhere I know and taught her everything I know of our culture and traditions. Very soon, we were inseparable. I became her teacher as she struggles to learn our local language. I also interpret for her; which only confuse her the more and make her laugh because most times, I interpret verbatim. Until I learn to just tell her the general meaning of what was said instead of giving her the meaning of every word in the sentence.

I remembered the first time she gave me a peck. Then we just discovered 'our spot' in the small bush. So, as usual, we got talking. She started telling me about her life in London, how London is so different from Nigeria, how bad she wanted to go back, how much she missed her friends. I tried cheering her up by telling her that she might still go back someday.

"I. J. be real, it's been almost a year that I've been stuck here. I don't even know where my dad is, he just dumped me here with his ma and disappeared.'' She lamented

"He has engagements. You might still come back." I consoled

She looked at me for awhile and then sighed heavily.

"I guess." 

We sat in silence for a while.

"What of you?" she finally asked taking my hands in hers.

"What of me what?"

"When are you going back home?"

I know she wasn't talking about me leaving the bush and returning to my grandma's.

"This is my home." I replied

"I know. I mean returning back to your parents,"

"I don't think I'll be going back," I respond

"Why is that?"

I doubted within myself whether to tell her or not. I know she sensed the animosity I feel towards my parents and she's been dying to find out what it is. Every time she shifts the topic to my parents, I always manage to shift it back to other topics almost immediately. But now, I finally decided to tell her.

"They sent me away.'' I answered with my head bent.

"They s... how do you mean?" Elizabeth asked, obviously confused. I could see she is also shocked. Her mouth was hanging open. I wanted to laugh except it wasn't funny. From the look on her face, I know she is hoping that I am mixing up my words again.

"They sent me here, away from my friends. To stay here with my grandparents and learn some manners as they put it."

"Why would they do that?" she asked still shocked

"They said it's good for me but I know it's to save face. You see, I was messing around with a guy in my street. They get to find out about it and asked me not to see him again. The guy wanted to marry me; so I continued seeing him. They all believed I was having sex with the guy, so, to prevent any unwanted business; they packed me up and sent me down here. It so happens that they did it the actual day I planned on sleeping with the guy."

"How old were you?" she asked

"It happened 2 years ago. I was 15."

"Jesus! You wanted to get married at 15? That's too young. In London, you..." 

"I know." I said cutting her off. "Even down here, 15's too young for marriage. I didn't even like the guy. I guess I was doing it just to spite my parents. Just being a typical teenager." I concluded.

She looked at me and smiled a little. I always marveled at her beauty. It used to hit me with full force anytime I look at her. As I look at her, I could see she still has something on her mind.

"What is it?" I asked her

"Do you really like me?" she asked

"Yes, I love you." Her question surprised me but my answer shocked us both. This is the first I said it out loud. I could feel myself blushing and I thank God once again for my skin color. I am not very comfortable with revealing my feelings. I was surprised at how easily it slipped out and she must be too because she looked away from me before continuing.

"Don't leave me." She almost pleaded

"Leave you? I asked confused

"Don't go. Every one that matters to me leaves sooner or later. First it was my mom, and then my dad dumps me here and left too. I need to know if...if..." she stopped and angrily swapped at a tear rolling down her right cheek. I rushed to her and embraced her tightly.

"Eliz, I won't leave you. Ever. I am even scared that you'll be the one to leave someday. I won't go anywhere. If you need me, I'll be there. I promise." I said choking up too.

She held my face in her hands and gently ran her lips across my fore head.

"I won't leave you too." She whispered to me. That was the first time she kissed me and also the first of many to come.

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When the taxi pulled up at home, I got out and settled the bill, then, I dragged my two bags inside. Lillian was the first to see me. She gave a small shout as she pointed at me, then the other saw me and shout too as they ran up to hug me. I feel happy to see my family once again. My 3 brothers all look huge and tall. None of them is less than 6ft in height. I've always known that I'll be the smallest in the family but seeing them now, I feel like a dwarf at my 5ft 9'' flame.

After the hugs have gone round, I sat with them and answer their questions about my health and why I didn't tell them I was coming home and if I am still going back to U.S. After some time, a group of women entered, probably for condolence visit. I curtseyed along with the others to greet them. They were happy to see me. When they are finally seated, I used the opportunity to drag Lillian away from the others.

"So, what's going on?" I asked in my language. It felt so nice to speak it again after nine years.

"Nothing. We are just getting ready. Tomorrow is the funeral. Grandpa has been buried since, because he didn't want to stay in the mortuary." Lillian replied smiling. She knows that's not what I am asking her. I can see she is taunting me, probably enjoying my misery.

"How is she?" I asked boldly.

"She who?" she couldn't even keep a straight face.

"Lillian!" I said gritting my teeth.

"Okay...okay," she replied laughing. "She is fine. The wedding is not until 3months." She continued.

"But you told me she is getting married?" I quipped

"Yes, I did and she is. They just have to shift the wedding because she said she wants to walk down the aisle and not roll down it."

"Roll down the aisle, how?" I asked

"After the accident..." she started

"The accident?" I said cutting her off.

"You didn't know?"

"How the hell would I've known?" I roared. Lillian stepped back and looked at me silently for a few minutes as I try to control myself.

"I'm sorry."

She nodded. "Well, she had a terrible car crash. She sustained a compound fracture or whatever it is called. She couldn't walk for months after she left the hospital. She was in a chair, then, she started using crutches, then a crutch. And recently, she could walk without her crutch but she fell down the stairs 2weeks ago and she is back to the chair again." Lillian concluded.

"My God! Why didn't you tell me all this," I ask visibly shaking.

"Because." Lillian answered gesturing at me, obviously to include my physical reaction to the news. I don't blame her for not telling me. I probably wouldn't have made the journey in peace. It wasn't enough that I couldn't wrap my brain around the idea of her getting married.

"Where is she?" I ask

"She is at home."

"Here?" I ask and Lillian nods her head, yes.

"I want to go and see her. Can I go and see her?" I asked. Lillian shook her head sighing.

"I don't know. Can you handle it?" she asked in reply.

"She is my friend..." I cried. I can't handle that Eliz suffered all these things and I wasn't here for her and to think that I promised her that I will never leave.

"Ijeoma listen, she is not your friend. She made that fact perfectly obvious by betraying you. She left you hanging. She let you to bear the blame for her actions, alone. She shut you out in the cold. She would have stood by you, but not her. No." Lillian reminded me.

"But she was young. She didn't know what she was doing." I said trying to defend Elizabeth.

"She was 20, a year older than you were then. She knows perfectly well what she was doing. I know you told yourself that because you can't imagine her as she truly was." Lillian replied.

I looked at Lillian. I know she is saying the truth but I resented her for telling me that. She is the only one I told what really happened between me and Elizabeth that day and she is the only one in my family that knows that I date only women now. She is really understanding and supportive but she almost hated Eliz for what she did to me. As I stood looking at Lillian, I felt the tears sting my eyes. I nodded at her and entered my room.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean it like that." Lillian called after me.

As I entered my room, I noticed it's been cleaned. I walked to the bedside drawer and opened it. I removed the small purse that Eliz gave to me all those years ago. I opened it and inhaled, it still smell of her a little. I held it to my chest and tried to hold back the sob. I failed woefully and the sob escaped in a wail. I fell into the bed and cried like a baby. I heard Lillian calling me outside the door but I ignored her. Then later, I heard my mom calling me too and I ignored her as well.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside. I flip on the light and look at my watch. It was a few minutes after midnight. I am so tired and my eyes felt puffy and stings a little from crying too much. I got up and pull off my clothes, then I lay back again naked and minutes later, I slept off.




Coming Home



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I woke to a pounding on my door. I opened my eyes and grabbed for my watch. I noticed it's a little after 9:00am. I must have been really tired to have slept this late. I rose from the bed and stretched, then, I grabbed the bedding off the bed and start wrapping it around myself as I sauntered to the door and flip it open.

"Oh mom, good morning." I said curtseying a little as I have no energy to squat or kneel.

"Good morning. How was your night?" she replied looking me over. I know she wanted to ask me about last night but didn't know how to bring it up.

"I slept well, mom." I replied. She looked me over once more, then, she use her hand to flip me around. She fondled my ass and then turned me around again and groped my boobs. She used to do that all the time when I was growing up, but she stopped before they sent me to stay with my grandparents.

"Mom!" I screamed in alarm.

"You still haven't added a little fat to your frame. How will you attract anyone with these tiny pimples you call breasts and this chicken waist?" She said gesturing to my upper chamber and nether region.

"Mom!" I screamed again. I could feel my face flaming hot in embarrassment.

"Are you coming to the funeral mass?" she asked calmly as if nothing happened. 

"I think so, yes." I replied still embarrassed.

"Then you have to hurry up because we are almost leaving." She said walking away. I noticed she is already wearing her black lace material. I went back into my room and dressed fastly. Then I hurried back into the living room where they are all waiting, almost ready to leave. I go round, greeting them and receiving hugs in response.

"We need to be going; else we will be late for dad's funeral." One of my aunts said.

"Now, wouldn't that be the day?" replied my first uncle which made every one laugh.

"Do you still know your way to the church?" my mom asked me.

"Mom!" I shouted again to the amusement of everyone. As they all got up to leave, my uncle walked up to me and handed me his car keys and insisted I needed a ride to the church as he is sure to catch one with the others.

An hour later, after much preening and grooming, I was convinced I look presentable. I entered the car and zoomed off. I drive very slowly as I very much wanted to enjoy the scenery. When I got to the church, the mass is almost halfway through. I quietly sneaked into the last pew and sit with folded hands. After the mass, I stand with the others, shaking hands and receiving hugs from well wishers. After sometime, I got tired and snuck out of church with Lillian in tow. As we cleared the church building, Lillian started giggling. I turn and look at her as if she has suddenly grown horns, which added to increase the giggling.

"What's so funny?" I asked her in English.

"You sound different when you speak that language," she replied instead.

"Different, how?" I asked

"Silly..." she said and I smiled.

"That's how it's supposed to sound. The language is silly and different."I answered smiling too.

"Where to?" she asked as we make a bend towards the direction of the car.

"The cemetery of course." I respond. "I want to have a peaceful moment with the old man before they all arr..." I continued

"Ijeoma," 

I heard the voice and froze in mid sentence. I couldn't bring my legs to move again form that spot. I know that voice, though it's a little deeper now, but I know it's the same voice. I stood there for what looked like an eternity, trembling. I could see Lillian turn back to see who it was. Finally, almost reluctantly, I looked up at Lillian and she nods yes; confirming what I already know. I turn slowly to face Elizabeth. I could see Lillian walking away from the tail of my eyes. 

We stare at each other for a while. This is the first time she is using my full name. I'd asked her to call me I. J. all those long years ago because she couldn't pronounce my name right. But now, she called my full name very clearly. It sounds almost sexy from the way it came out in her deep voice. It shows that she has finally learned the language. As I look at her, my eyes danced all over her face a few times before they could just focus on her eyes. She had an embarrassed smile on her face. She was sitting on a wheel chair and she actually looked good. I could see the muscle tones on her arms that are resting on the arm rest of the chair. I have forgotten how beautiful her face is. Her big brown eyes stare at me without blinking. I could see the fear in them and I know the humor did not reach them.

"Don't I deserve a hug? She asks

I swallowed hard as I walked up to her. I bent down and lightly hugged her to myself. The hug ended long before it could start but it was enough to cause its own havoc; as I felt her lips lightly brush my right cheek. I straightened up and really looked at her, her soft brown hair is still curly but a lot shorter than before. And her skin color is whiter than before too. It might be from having to stay indoors all the time she was in recovery. I cleared my throat.

"You look well." I told her.

"Thanks. You too." She replied. "How have you been?

"I am good. I heard about the accident. I'm sorry." I said gesturing to her legs.

"Is it bad?" I continued

"No, it's alright. I just need to rest it for a few days." She replied. "I didn't know you'll be coming back." She countered

"Me neither." I answered shrugging.

There was an uncomfortable silence between us for a second or so.

"I'd better go." I said laughing nervously. She laughed too. I waved at her and turned away. I walked as casually as I could manage without breaking into a run as I made my way to my uncle's car where Lillian is patiently waiting for me. When I got into the car, Lillian was wise enough to keep quiet, but after driving along for a while in silence, she turned to me.

"Are you okay? Lillian asked. "Was it bad?"

"No, she is just different." I replied frowning.

"Surely, you weren't expecting her to remain the same. Many years have passed. She is older, so are you.

"I guess." I shrugged.

We continued driving in silence again. I became lost in my own thoughts as I drive, but as I look up again, I noticed Lillian watching me intently.

"What?" I asked

"Do you still love her?

"I can't recall telling you I did." I replied a little uneasily as I shifted uncomfortable on the seat.

"You didn't have to then and now, you don't have to answer too," she said a little smugly. I wanted to reach over and wipe the smile off her face.

After a while...

"Do you think you could make her lo..." she began again

"No!" I almost screamed, cutting her off. I took a deep breath and continued. "She made it obvious that she doesn't want me that way."

"But do you want her that way?" Lillian asked

"It doesn't matter what I want. Just know that I won't embarrass myself around her, that is, if I ever see her again." I said as I drove into the compound. I've decided to go home and rest instead of going to the cemetery as I had earlier planned. I was afraid I might still run into Elizabeth there. Immediately I got down from the car, I handed the keys to Lillian and entered my room. I know she wanted to sit and chat, but I told her she can return to the cemetery with the car if she so wants. 

The next morning, I got up early and went for a run. It felt nice to see the village once again, to notice the slight changes that have occurred after all these years. When I finally got home a little before 10:00am, Lillian dragged me to the side with such an excitement;

"What is it?" I asked almost breathless.

"She asked after you," she said in a loud whisper. I looked around in alarm. I don't need to ask her whom she meant because we both know. Silently, I nodded for her to continue.

"She asked why you returned." Lillian continued

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her you came because of her wedding." She replied

"What?" I shouted unbelievably. I can't believe that Lillian could be such a dunce. I wanted to reach over and punch her in the face. What was she thinking telling Eliz that? I know Elizabeth will probably be thinking that I still cared. I noticed that Lillian was smiling rather broadly and I fixed her with an angry glare.

"God! You need to see the look on your face. I've never seen you this scared before." She said laughing. "Do you really think I will tell her that?" she continued

"Relax; I was just pulling your legs." She concluded in a fit of laughter. I exhaled a large breath of relief. I shook my head at her and smiled at myself as I walked away from her.

I went into my room and took my bath. I carefully dressed and went in search of food. I met my dad in the dining room having a late brunch. I asked to join him and he nodded his accent. I quickly pulled out a chair and joined him. I dove into the dish with relish; it was one of my favorites.

"So, do you have anywhere to go today?" he asked and I shook my head as I try to swallow before answering.

"I'll probably go visit grandpa, then, maybe look around the town." I replied with mouthful

"That's a good plan.'' He said and I nodded again.

"So, when are you going back?" he asked after a while. I look at him as I ponder on how to answer without revealing my plans to him. Although I don't really know what my plans are, but my dad has always been able to figure out whatever I had in mind. I know what he is asking and what he dares not mention.

"I still have some engagements. Things that really need my attention." I finally said.

"And what might that be?" he fired again. I fell silent. We both know what he is driving at and once again I felt bad that I am so transparent to him. 

"You know she is getting married, right? He asked

"Who?" I said trying so hard to sound and appear nonchalant but I know I failed woefully. I gingerly dropped the fork that I am using. The food in my mouth now tastes like saw dust; I wanted to spit it out, but I know if I do that, my dad will probably make me pay for the food in reminder of those that have to go for days without food. I calmly lifted my glass and took a sip of water to assist in the swallowing. I noticed that my dad had been watching me like a hawk all the while I was fighting with the food in my mouth.

"Are you going to see her?" he asked suddenly.

"Dad!"

"Are you?" he persisted

"That's not why I am here." I finally answered. I wanted to get up and leave the room but I know that it's not beyond my dad to get up and knock me into another family if I dared to leave without being dismissed. So, I nervously sat under his scrutiny to endure his cross examination.

"Then, why are you here?"

"Grandpa died," I replied. I know from the look on his face that he didn't believe me. "And I am working on my next book." I added in a rush.

"Whatever you do, just don't disgrace my name like you did the last time." he said as he made to get up. I murmured something under my breath.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" he asked

I don't know what prompted me to respond. Ordinarily, I would have said nothing or apologized and end it, but today, I felt that I had to answer.

"I am not a disgrace." I said. "My life is not a disgrace." I could feel myself shaking in anger. I know I had a temper like my dad's, but I try more to control mine than he does his. I know that if I lose my temper now, I will definitely pay severely for it because my dad does not take any nonsense from us. He rarely hit us, yet, he managed to instigate so much respect and fear in us. You dare not sit while he is standing especially if he is addressing you, so I quickly trembled to my feet. 

"You are not a disgrace. You are my only daughter. I'm just saying that your actions the last time you were with that woman, disgraced my name." he clarified or tried to in his school teacher's voice. He always use that tone before he erupts. Involuntarily, I shifted a little away from him as I continued.

"Loving someone is not a disgrace. Whom I love is not a disgrace." My voice is seriously rising without my consent. I could feel my eyes clouding and the tears gathering. I tried to hold it in and not let it spill.

"You'll not use that tone with me young lady and if you are so bent on love, there are lots of eligible people all over the world for you to love. If... "

"I do not wish to love them." I screamed, cutting him off. I know I have finally crossed the imaginary line, but before I could rewind to apologize, I felt the sting on my left cheek. My dad has hit me, for the second time in my life—the first was when I was messing with that guy at 15. I held my cheek and looked up at him. He straightened to his full height of 6ft 2" and stared me down. I know what I had to do; what I must do. So, I gathered up my pride, notwithstanding the pain and the tears and look him in the eye.

"I am sorry dad. May I be excused?" I said. He raised his head in acknowledgement. I ran out of the house. I ran all the way to the small bush and didn't stop to draw breath until I am in 'our spot'. I am glad to notice that it has not been overgrown. It looked almost like it's still in regular use. I gingerly drag myself up the small tree and sit on the low branch. I notice that it took me a little more time than it used to when climbing it.

I sat on the branch and cried for a while. I feel bad that my dad felt like this about me, about what happened between me and Elizabeth. It hurts to feel this way over nothing. I should have told him that he needn't worry because Eliz didn't give a shit about me. Very soon, the tears subsided, but my left cheek still stings a little when I touch it. As I sat there, palming my cheek, I began to get angry. Soon, the anger consumed me. A large portion of it is directed to Elizabeth for manipulating and violating my innocence while the smaller part is left for my dad. Back in the U. S., I thought I had forgotten about her, but immediately I saw her again, all those feelings I have sufficiently buried, all resurfaced again -- doubled. I thought about going ahead with the revenge plan I hatched for her, but I know that could back-fire; judging from the way I reacted when I saw her at the church. Finally, I concluded that I have to go back to the U. S. and in the mean time, steer clear of Eliz and any likely place she might be. I decided I'll have to leave the town as soon as possible. Maybe I will leave with my parents tomorrow or with my eldest brother. Yes, that's what I will do. I will leave with him tomorrow to his house and hide there, then, I will use that opportunity to see his wife and the new born baby. He had gotten married 2years ago so I hadn't met the wife yet. Thinking of it now, it's almost like a good plan because I will be killing two birds with one stone.

"You coming down from there or what?

I look down and give a little scream. Eliz was standing there looking up at me. Her presence and the shock of it combined to push me over the branch. I feel myself topple over and fall on her feet. I groaned in pain as I try to sit up. She leans over me and stretch out her hand.

"Are you alright?" she asked in English. I noticed she still has a little of her accent left.

"I'm fine." I replied, scampering away from her reach. I don't want her to touch me. She noticed and pulls her hand away with a pained expression on her face. I scrambled to my feet and we stand in awkward silence for a while.

"Hey! You are not on your chair." I said, just noticing it for the first time. "Are you sure it is okay to use your legs now?" I continued.

"I am using the clutch. It's just a minor fall. I was almost recovered the use of my legs completely before the fall." She answered. I noticed the clutch at her left side, the muscles of her arm that is holding the clutch is taut and flexes once in a while. I noticed that her body is very tight and toned as well. I know some of the muscles are caused by her having to use the clutch for a while during her recovery. 

"I...I... I am glad you are better." I stuttered. I am beginning to lose focus just by staring at her upper chambers. My eyes shamelessly wandered to her arms again and slowly rise till it gets to the holes of the tank she is wearing. My eyes immediately fixated on her chest. She is always a lot bigger than I am, probably 34C, to compared to my 32B, I watch the outline of her breasts, and use my eyes to trace their shapes and focused on the dent in the middle where her nipples are showing a sign of poking out. As I stare at them, they got bigger until they are clearly showing. I temporary forgot where I am as I stare at her. In my sub-conscious, I think I heard her clear her throat.

"Mmmmh?" I ask, jerking back to reality.

"What do you think?" she asked

"Yes." I respond, hoping desperately that she hadn't noticed me staring at her chest.

"You think so too?" she squealed, giving me a big smile. I shrugged. I don't know what I am agreeing to, but, I don't want to alert her of the fact that I wasn't listening. 

"How are you preparing for the wedding?" I ask to cover my embarrassment. She rather shrugged.

"The wedding is still months away. That is if there is still a wedding.

"Why not?" I asked with piqued interest.

"I've really missed you." She said changing the topic. I wanted to drag the topic back but I froze as she starts limping towards me. Before I could gather myself to react, she flings herself at me, hugging me tight. I stood on a spot as she hugs me. I notice she is trembling as much as I am too. After a little while, I feel a little dizzy, almost as if my lungs are on fire. Then it occurred to me that I am holding my breath. I released it audibly and inhaled deeply which was a huge mistake because her scent fills my senses and almost driving me wild. I sigh in agony.

"Please." She whispered in my left ear. I haven't been able to deny her anything since I've known her. My arms immediately circled her tight body and I hug her tight to me. I try so hard to hold back the tears but I couldn't. The tears fall freely down my cheeks. It feels so nice to be back in her arms again. I sniffed and felt her leaned away from me and reluctantly, I released her. She shakes her head like she always does whenever she thinks I am being silly. Then suddenly, she raise her hand and, with spread fingers run it down from my forehead, down to my chin. I've forgotten that she used to do that to me. It hurt me now that she dared to do that to me after her betrayal.

I gingerly stepped away from her; only I did it too late. She has seen my face.

"What happened to your left cheek?" she asked

"It was nothing,"

"I can practically see the outline of a big palm on your cheek and you tell me it is nothing? Who did that to you? Your dad?" she asks. Her voice is cool; too cool but I know she is boiling inside. Her voice always drops to that level whenever she is mad.

"Can you leave it alone? It's none of your business." I snapped at her.

"It is my bus..." she started but cut herself off in midsentence. I hear the sound of her teeth as they grind together.

"Fuck!'' she swears stamping her good foot. I almost gloated as I watch her seething in impotent anger. I know she won't be comfortable if she didn't find out what really happened to me. 

I remember when she beat up those two guys because of me. I was sixteen then and the guys have been taunting me and calling me names since I came back to stay with my grandparents. Although she couldn't possibly have understood what they were saying, but she knew exactly when my body language changed. She silently turned and hit the bigger boy square in the face. The smaller one sprang at her and she fought him off. I was awed that she actually knows karate and also not afraid to use it. She felt that it is her duty to protect me from others.




Coming Home



Silently, I watch her as she take a few minutes to calm herself. Finally, she turned back to me.

"I. J. did your dad hit you?" she asks almost pleadingly.

"Leave it alone. I don't need you to protect me. I can take care of myself. I have been doing so since you pus..." I started but cut myself off as I notice the look on her face.

"Eliz, trust me, I know what I am doing. I'll be fine." I said. She has such a painful look on her face that I walked over to her and run my hand down her face like she did to me. As my fingers cleared her face, I look deep into her eyes and she calmly returned the gaze. My eyes flicked to her lips and back again. I Stepped away from her before I lose control.

"I have to go." I added in alarm. I almost ran out of the bush. I can't believe I just did that; I just betrayed myself. She'll now know that I still cared, that she still has power over me. I can't believe that I could fall apart like that. All these years, I have convinced myself that I am way over her. It's almost a shock to come and burst open like this. I am almost halfway home when I realized that I called her Eliz. I was the only person that ever calls her that. 

"Fuck!" I swear again.

Grudgingly, I turn a corner away from our house and start making my way to the cemetery. I nearly passed the entrance as my mind is wandering on what Eliz must be thinking of me. I found the grave easily because it was one of the newest. I read the tombstone. My grandpa was a great man and wealthy too. Gingerly I kneel beside the grave and run my hand gently on the wet soil. I regret not coming home after my school program, even if for a visit, at least to see him one last time before he died. He was closest to me in my family because he understood. He always tried to keep an open mind. I even feel a lot bad that I hadn't wanted to attend his funeral, and to think that I am here just because Lillian told me about Eliz's wedding -- that had been enough to drag me home but his death hadn't. I know I resented everyone after they sent me away to stay with my aunt, but he had been an old man then, almost 86. I just wish he will forgive me. 

As I knelt there pondering, my mind soon switches to Elizabeth and what she is doing to me. She was the only person I have ever felt so much love and passion for. And the love I feel for her obviously, is still powerful. I don't know what she wants from me. If only she'll tell me, then I wouldn't be so scared. If I am to believe what I read in her eyes and her touch, I will say that she wants me too. But, I know I read that same message from her eyes the last time we were together. Maybe, I'll just seduce her and have sex with her with no strings. Is that possible? 

Very soon, my legs start hurting from having to kneel for a long time, so I stretched out my legs and sit on the ground. I have on black jean trousers, so I am not worried about stains. I sit there for long hours. I don't want to go home and face my parents because I know that my dad must have definitely told my mom what happened between us. I only wish I had a book. At least, it will help to keep my mind off things. As it starts getting dark, I place a call to editor/manager Amber. I just hope I'll catch her at lunch. I know Nigeria is 5hours or so ahead. She picked the call on the third ring. We talked about my new book which is due out in a month. She urged me to start work on the new ideas I showed her earlier as my reason for coming back to Nigeria. But when she asks when I am returning, I find that I couldn't answer. All my senses wanted to say soon -- a week latest, but my heart refused to allow my lips to open. At last, I told her that I still have a few things to tidy up before coming back.

"Is she there?" she asked suddenly.

"Who?" I respond rather flabbergasted.

Amber chuckled to herself. I remember telling her about Elizabeth once, but I didn't think she'll remember; not after all these long years ago. And to think she even put two and two together.

"Just be sure to tell me all about it later, okay?" she said. "I am going to run, see ya." Amber concluded as she signed off.

I got up off the floor and pocketed my phone. I look around and notice it's getting darker. I know that in a few minutes, it will be pitch black. I didn't waste any time before I break into a run. Within minutes, I cleared the cemetery and was on my way home. I enter the house and greeted my grandma. I notice two of my aunts sitting together; the others must have gone back to their husbands. The remaining ones will surely leave in the morning, along with everyone else. I didn't see my parents anywhere which is just as well. 

I entered my room and undressed in front of the mirror. I stood naked staring at my reflection. My huge nipples are standing erect and pointed on my small boobs. I run my hands over them and then down my tight tummy to my hips. I hook my thumbs into the waist band of my panties and pull down. Then my hands return to massage my pussy lips. I notice I am a little moist as I continue touching myself. My finger slide down to my opening and I pushed two of them inside and start fingering myself. Very soon, I slip them out and pushed them into my mouth as I staggered to the bathroom. After my shower, the day's event hit me so hard that I collapsed naked on the bed. Some hours later, I feel someone shaking me awake. I open my eyes to see Lillian leaning over me.

"Your mom sent me to see how you are doing." She started. "Your dad mentioned what happened. I am sorry I wasn't around." She concluded. I could clearly make out her words but somehow I couldn't answer. She looks at me for awhile, and then sighs as she got up to leave. At the door, she turned again.

"You told your dad that you still love her." She started again. I sigh heavily and close my eyes. "Maybe you need to tell her how you still feel about her. I'm sure she has changed. At least, it's still better than you hurting like this... goodnight." She finally whispered as she close the door behind her. I feel the tears gather and run down the corner of my eyes into my hair. I lack the strength to wipe them off, instead, I roll around and buried my face in the pillow and cried myself to sleep again.

The next morning, I watch as everyone got ready and left. I even had to go up and hug my dad as I apologized for disrespecting him once again. As they all left, finally it's just me and my grandma. It feels actually good to be alone in the house with just my grandma. Her sister is coming later in the day or tomorrow to stay with her, in case I decide to leave after all. I go up to my grandma and hug her to myself. Then I release her and enter my room and switch on my laptop. I just have an interesting idea that needs to be put down for my next book before I forget. When the system is ready, I start typing like a maniac but before I could finish the fourth paragraph, the system tripped off. There is no electricity and I lack the energy to go and switch on the generator set. I rummaged in my bag for a pen and a paper. Then, I start putting my ideas down. I always preferred the old system of putting pen to paper to the new mechanical way of writing. The pen strokes are flowing very easily and freely I was relaxed. The fresh breeze and the heavy silence is enough to do that.

I must have dozed somewhere along the line because the next time I opened my eyes, I see the fan turning up in the ceiling. At first, I thought that it was the fan that woke me up. I stretch and look at my wrist watch; it was just a few minutes before 4pm. I must have slept longer than I had earlier thought. Then I heard the clap again. Down here, you don't knock on people's doors; you just stand close to it and clap your hands together while shouting for them. I got up and slowly made my way to the front door. It's probably one of our neighbors looking for my grandma. I wonder why she is not opening the door, if she is at home at all.

I open the door and my breath catch in my throat. Eliz is standing there with her hands ready to clap again. When I recover my voice, I murmured a greeting and she answered. She looks so beautiful and smell so fresh. I want to reach across and hug her to myself. The urge is too strong I had to take a few steps away from her and away from the door way. She entered and start heading towards my room. I know she must have done that out of a learned behavioral condition which started when we were young. Then, we used to hang out in our different rooms and not anywhere else in the house. I reluctantly followed her into my room.

When I entered the room, she is sitting quietly on my bed. I walk past her and sit on the desk chair. I don't want to risk sitting beside her. I openly ogle her body. I don't care anymore if she noticed. But, she didn't because she is silently studying her nails; one after the other. From her countenance, I can see that she is very nervous about starting whatever business that brought her here. I almost felt sorry for her.

"Do you need a drink?" I ask. "I'm sure there are still some left from the funeral."

She raise her head and nod a little, her eyes still averted from mine. I almost start feeling guilty for making her feel like that. For the second time in less than ten minutes, I feel the strong urge to really hold her tight in my arms but instead, I jump up and hurried to the kitchen to get the drink. I find a bottle of scotch and poured a finger to myself. I swallowed and grimaced, then, I pour another finger. I discard the glass and grab a bigger glass. Then, I pour half a glass and take it down in two gulps. I stand by the sink and allow the tears to escape freely. Minutes later, I cleaned my eyes and start towards my room, armed with another half glass of scotch for Elizabeth. As I open the door, I gasp in shock. The glass fell from my hands to the floor and the drink splashed on my feet. But I barely notice as I stood with my mouth hanging open.

Eliz is standing in the middle of my room totally... totally NAKED! I am frozen to the spot. As if from the distance, I hear the room door close behind me. I have never really seen her totally naked before, though I have seen a part here and there, but never the whole thing at once. I watch in trepidation as if I am out of my body as my eyes centered on her chest, then slowly made their way to her navel and then pause for eternity on her crotch. Try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. I could hear my breath coming in short gasps and my nipples hardening under my shirt. My whole body is filled with goose bumps which reappear immediately the first set clears up. Finally, my eyes left her crotch and focused steadily on her pink full lips. I could feel myself being drawn to those full lips. Then finally, I look her in the eyes. She has been studying me silently all these while.

"Is this what you want?" she asks as our eyes meet and held together. Silently, I shake my head no. 

My heart is beating a mile a minute. She glides over to me sexily. I am frozen to a spot, unable to move. As she got near, she stretches out her hand but I raise mine to stop her.

"Please, don't touch me." I croak at her. My throat is suddenly very dry and my voice shaking real bad.

"Is this not what you want?" she asks again cupping her boobs. "I know you've wanted this since, from the way that you look at me." She continued more firmly as she starts to massage her medium sized boobs. She flicked her thumbs over her nipples and they shoot out immediately. I was hypnotized. I stare at her well shaped breasts with her hard perfect nipples and nearly lost it. I want to devour her. I take a step towards her as I finally raise my eyes to her big brown orbs but she shifted her eyes immediately to the floor. I feel bad for her because I know what this must have taken from her. Reluctantly, I raise my hand to touch her, but she flinched which didn't escape my notice. I withdrew my hand and turn away from her.

"Please Eliz, you don't know what you are doing. Just get dressed and leave, please." I plead.

She shuffle her feet, then take a few steps towards me, then stopped.

"I. J. please, look at me." She said

I ignored her and stood my ground. When she noticed that I have no intention of turning to her, she covered the remaining gap between us and circled my waist and pressed her hot body to mine. I could feel her soft breasts and their hard nipples pressed firmly to my back. I take a shaky breath and try not to enjoy it so much.

"Tell me you don't want this." she whispers in my ear as she press tighter into my back. I remained silent because, I am afraid that I will betray myself if I speak.

"Tell me you don't want to feel my warm body on top of yours or the feel of my arms running all over you? Her fingers raced across my tummy to cup my boobs into her hands. I lean my head on her shoulder as I take a shaky breath. Slowly, she turn me to face her and I put up no resistance.

"Tell me you don't want to feel this," she said as she run her hand down my face. "Or this?" she said. I hold my breath in anticipation as she slowly lean forward and claim my lips. When we touched, her lips melt on my trembling ones. I had forgotten how good she tastes. Her kiss is soft and timid; almost innocent, but her scent is enough to drive me wild. I feel her tongue probe my lips and withdraw again. When I feel her tongue again, I opened my lips to her and she pushed her tongue inside my mouth. I let her dictate the pace of the kiss because I don't want to scare her with the weight of my passion. But In due time, she break away from me which is as well because I am beginning to lose control. She rests her forehead on my lips for a while as she takes a deep breath.

"Don't you want this?" she asks raising her head. I could still feel her sweet breath on my face. I take a deep breath to control my nerves.

"Eliz..." I croak. I cleared my throat and try again.

"Eliz, I think you should leave. This isn't a good idea." I said

"Why? Don't you want this?" she countered.

"It's not that," I replied in lack of something better to say.

"Then, what is it? I remember you were so eager to jump into bed with me the last time."

As she said that, the full force of her betrayal hit me once more. Blindly, I swung my hand and hit her on the left cheek. She held that part of her face as she stares at me steadily. I know she will never hit me back. I am horrified at myself. I know I am hot tempered but I didn't know I could hit someone I love as much as I love Eliz.

"Does this make you happy?" she asks still holding her face.

"Eliz, please just go." I said as my eyes clouded over.

"You are acting as if you are the only one with feelings. I was hurt too." She said as she turns and start picking up her clothes. I followed her and grab her hand, flipping her around to face me.

"You were hurt too? How?" I asked incredulously. I couldn't believe my ears.

"How?" I asked again, my voice rising.

"You left." She screamed at me.

"I left?" I returned and gave a chuckle."I left? You shut yourself away from me, made it obvious that you never cared for me. You left me to bear the consequences of your actions alone!" I screamed at her. I could feel the tears flooding down my face. Eliz is crying also.

"I left..." I continued, but now I sound weak and deflated. "You are the reason I was sent away again. I searched for you, waited for you. You allowed your grandma to humiliate me, she told our neighbors and those boys called me names till I left. I even left my address and phone number for you, but you never bothered to use them and you say I left?" the emotion is too much for me that I thought I will collapse. We both stare at each other as tears silently flow down both our cheeks.

"Now I know how you really felt." She said as she turn from me and start pulling on her clothes. When she is set, she took her cane and without giving me another look, limped out of my room. I rush to the window and stand watching her as she limped out of the compound. Then and only then did I allow my legs to give way and I collapse on the floor, wailing like a baby.

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The next morning, my grandma's sister has finally arrived and she sits with my grandma after our late breakfast and they talk about nothing in particular. I sit with them and marveled at the deep connection between them and once again, I wish I had a sister.

Around noon, I went into town to get some toiletries and refill my allergy prescription. On my way back home, I ran into an old school mate; Cynthia and she insist I must come home with her. I followed her rather reluctantly. We weren't friends at school at all; in fact we hardly talked to each other. I just know she is there and we both acknowledged each other's presence and nothing more. All the way to her house, I was thinking of a polite way to make my exit before things gets too embarrassing, but I needn't have worried because she turns out to be a good company. She made it look like we've been best friends for ever and she wouldn't let me leave until I've told her everything I've been up to for the past 9years. She even introduced me to her husband and her two kids.

Finally, we run out of topics to discuss or rather I did because judging from the way she is looking at me, I know she have something in mind but didn't know how to bring it up. There is an awkward silence in the room and I want to use that opportunity to disappear. Deep down, I feel like I know exactly what she want to say and I know I don't want to hear it if it can be avoided. I place both hands at the armrest of the chair and use that momentum to lift up, but before my butt could clear the seat, she spoke. 

"I knew what happened." She said softly. I froze in mid air and gently settle my ass back on the seat.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Lillian told me."

"Told you what?" I ask, desperately wishing she is not alluding to what I am thinking.

"About you and Elizabeth."

"It wasn't her place.'' I said shaking my head. Somehow, I feel deflated.

"No. No." she replied raising her hand as if to stop me. "I am not against it, I am all for it. I believe in love and giving it a chance to grow no matter where you find it." She concluded. Silently, I nod my head. I don't know what to say, whether to thank her or not.

"She did love you, you know?" she continued after a small while.

"What makes you say that?" I asked trying to cover the shock of her words.

"I've watched her over the years. You know her dad came back few months after you left for America, but she wouldn't go anywhere with him."

Lillian hadn't told me that. I know that Eliz hated being stuck here in Nigeria that she couldn't wait to go back to London. Sometimes, I've wondered why she stayed back. 

"She never really left here. Sure, she travels most of the time but she doesn't stay away for more than a few months. I have seen her entering that small bush on a few occasions and I thought that maybe she needed somewhere private to think; somewhere to be alone."

"Yes..." is all I could reply. To say I am short of words is an understatement. For a while, we are both lost in our own different thoughts.

"You know what I am thinking? She suddenly asks. I jerked up and silently shake my head, no.

"I am thinking that maybe she was scared that if she leaves for a longer period, then, you'll come home. I think maybe she wanted to be here when you return. She was afraid that if she leaves, then you'll come back and she won't be here for you." She stated.

As I listen to her talk, I felt sick to my stomach. I hadn't wanted to hurt Elizabeth, not ever. I know she hurt me and pushed me away, but I had hurt her more; I broke my promise to her. I left and didn't come back, even when she needed me. I know she must have needed me when she had the accident, but I wasn't there for her. It wasn't all my fault. I know I would have been there in a heartbeat if she had bothered to call me, but she hadn't. I gave her my address and phone number but she hadn't used them. Then it occurred to me that she didn't have my contact in the U. S., but as quickly as that thought occurred to me, it was chased by a counter thought. She could easily have gotten my number from Lillian if she had bothered.