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Crash

By: starova



Before Eve went to bed she put Clifton's bible on her reading table. It was the place he would find acceptable, even encouraging. He had been urging her to get familiar with its content. She left the book with a bookmark in place 10 verses into chapter 2 of the Book of Genesis. As a church pastor's wife, Eve could expect some of her husband's flock to put questions to her for an opinion that would be seen as sound by virtue of her marital relationship to a man of the cloth. 

Eve awoke feeling aroused. She knew she had been dreaming about something salacious and illegal but had forgotten it's content. 

She quietly made her way to the kitchen, boiled Clifton a cup of tea with extra hot water in the teapot and returned to the bedroom and placed the tea on the bedside table. 

She climbed back into bed and began squirming, partly to awaken Clifton, and partly to relieve her increasing arousal. As he stirred from his slumber, she backed on to him and reached for his hand, holding it on her hip, leaving her other hand free. 

He soon dozed off again and Eve, now fully awake, ran the fingertips of her free hand from his knee to the top of his leg gradually moving it to his pubic hair. She touched his hair very lightly and it triggered an immediate response in the weight and shape of his penis. She wisely stopped and restarted touching his pubes. His cock gradually transformed into a five and a half inch long extremely hard erection. 

He began to stir again and she removed her hand but positioned herself so that his throbbing penis hovered between the cheeks of her arse. 

'Hello darling,' she said, turning to kiss him. 'What day is it?'

He looked puzzled for a moment. Then remembering the previous day, Monday, the day he presided over an evening bible study group. 

He responded, 'Tuesday, I think Eve. Is that right?'

Tuesday was the morning they reserved for their lovemaking. 

Eve smiled at him feeling his hard cock and said softly, 'It feels like you're ready for Tuesday, Cliffy. Would you like your tea first or later while you're reading?'

He held her hand and said 'Tea? Maybe later.'

Eve was rampant and aching to feel his penis anywhere on her body he chose. 

He climbed on top of her, kissing her but pushing her legs apart to give his penis access to her by now soaked pussy. She felt the space he occupied inside her and she had prepared for this moment. 

She said, 'Don't move Cliffy. Let me try to do it. I want to know what it feels like if I do it to you. And I want to know how if it feels for you too.'

'Do you want to get on top Eve?'

'No. Just rise up a little and give me room to move. . . That's right.'

She slowly moved, gripping his cock with her muscles and her arousal began to build up gradually. Within thirty seconds, Eve was ready to quicken the pace, but the sensations were too much for Clifton. He groaned out a loud straining grunt as he plunged his thin hard weapon into Eve right up to the hilt and ejaculated into her as deeply as he could reach. 

She had waited a week for what lasted less than a minute. He didn't quite meet her needs, but still, she felt she needed to massage his fragile ego. 

She said, 'That was lovely Darling. We should practise that again sometime.'

He smiled and muttered something that could have meant anything. She was frustrated, but she knew it would pass.

'Your tea's ready. It will still be hot. Would you like me to make some scones Darling?' she asked.

'No thanks Eve. Just tea will be fine,' he replied.

Eve showered and dressed in an apricot coloured knee length print skirt with a matronly buttoned up white blouse with small grey and yellow geometric shapes distributed throughout. 

She had to get away from Clifton. She needed to get busy with her day and get him and her frustration out of her mind. Her plan was to finish reading her novel at the library, then call her friend, Cassandra for a coffee.

Driving down the short narrow street that would allow her to miss the heavy traffic, she was passing a driveway, with a car reversing out and onto the street. It clipped the rear bumper of her car and dislodged it. As she slowed, she could hear the missing rear protection bounce and slide along the road. 

The woman driving the other car immediately stopped and got out of her car and apologised to Eve saying it was frightening reversing out of the driveway. She was a tall woman with greying hair, aged in her late 50s and was wearing a matching deep blue jumper and cardigan and a long green and blue skirt.

Once they had exchanged names and other details, it was established that the other driver, Beth was not insured. 

Eve said 'I'm insured. Don't worry, the damage will be paid for.'

Beth answered, 'My son Ivan lives in the next street. He's a panel beater and might fix it for you and save you the excess you have to pay. I will pay for it. It was clearly my fault.' 

'What about your car, Beth?' Eve asked her. 

'There's no real damage. That big ugly tow bar on my car caused it and was hardly scratched,' Beth said. 

'Would you mind calling him and ask him to give me a quote? Now would be a good time for me. I have nothing urgent at present.'

'Of course.'

She dialled her mobile phone and spoke briefly to her son, then disconnecting her cell phone. 

She told Eve, 'You can call in now. If it's not too serious he can do it right away. Ivan lives in the cream and brown house with the cream brick fence on the corner of Third Avenue.'

Eve picked up the rear bumper and put it in the back seat of her car and drove away.

As she approached Third Avenue, she checked her appearance in the mirror and satisfied, parked the car outside the house Beth had described. She approached the front door and rang the door-bell. The door opened and a tall man wearing a faded light blue T-shirt and dark blue work pants and boots stood there. 

His deep blue eyes startled her a little, but she knew how vulnerable she had proven to be recently, particularly today as she carried around her mild resentment of Clifton for fucking her too quickly, and with out any measurable passion. 

In any event, she was determined not to get physically involved. How easy could it be to not get close to somebody just because he was a man, even one as appealing as he appeared to be?

'Hello. Are you Eve?' he asked.

'Yes. Your mother's and my car met outside her front gate. There's some minor damage. Would you mind having a look at my car and tell me what you think? Ivan isn't it?' she asked, not sure if she had correctly recalled his name.

'Sure. Let's see what damage was done,' he said as he walked past her and led her back to his front gate. 

As she opened the rear door to retrieve the bumper, he opened the driver's door and found the lever that loosened the lock on the trunk cover. He removed the tail light from inside the car and ran his fingers over the dent at the back of the mudguard, both inside the trunk space and on the outside. 

He silently looked at the mounting points of the bumper, squinted his eyes briefly and then eyed the bumper looking for damage. 

She watched him move easily into the positions he needed to be in to closely examine all possible damage. His full attention to the task gave her time to examine him in similar detail. Apart from his height, she noticed his very hard thick forearms. Lifting heavy tools and equipment every day would build that up. She would probably feel as light as an insect to someone like him. 

But she also thought that he didn't give smiles away cheaply. 

'What do you think? Will it be a big job?'

'The bad news is, the bolts holding the bumper were rusted and need to be removed and replaced; not too serious. Also the scratch on the rear of the trunk will need some paint. 

The good news is the dent should pop straight out, and will be concealed under the bumper. Also the rusted bolts snapped off easily and there was no strain on the bumper, so it's undamaged. I can finish it in about an hour, less if you want to help me by passing tools and things. 

She thought he was very obliging to attend to her car immediately. He wasn't in any way unpleasant and she let him know she was willing to help. 

'I'd be happy to help but I'm not really dressed for mechanical work,' she explained.

'That's OK. I have some spare overalls that would fit you. There's a new pair there for the apprentice. You can try them on and see if they fit. You might get a bit filthy,' he said with a smile building on his face for the first time. 

She gave him the car keys and followed the car as he reversed down the driveway to his spacious garage and up on to two ramps placed just inside the open doors. 

Ivan added a work shirt over his T-shirt and Eve put her overalls on and removed her skirt for comfort. She had trouble fastening the studs on her overalls as they were new and still stiff. 

'Can you fasten this for me Ivan? I can't snap it together. I think boys have their buttons and studs on opposite sides to girls clothes.'

He reached around her from behind and fastened all the studs slowly, lightly touching her breasts, stomach and her pubic region, outside the garment, sending a thrill through her that she wasn't ready for. She could feel her vagina getting wet and reminded herself to keep her distance from him.

He turned her around and said 'Let me see. This navy blue suits you Eve. Very nice,' he said looking her over. 

She wondered if he could see the effect he had on her. She was beginning to think she should have declined helping him, but she thought there was no reason it could not just remain as a friendly encounter between tradesman and a customer.

'Thank you,' she said. 'Shall we get to work? How do we start?' 

'I'll need a nylon hammer and some rags to pop the dent out,' he said opening the trunk again. 'They're sitting on top of that tool kit' he said moving a seat into position behind her car to prepare to start repairing it. 

Within 30 minutes Ivan had reattached the bumper with new bolts and fixed the dent. Eve was very impressed.

He told her, 'The back panel could use a touch of paint. It's not really noticeable until the rear bumper is removed. I would need the car for a day to prepare it, mask it and spray it, then let the paint dry. I personally don't really think it necessary. Your choice.'

She looked at his work and agreeing with him said, 'I think you're right. We'll forget about the paint. How much will that be? It wasn't really Beth's fault. She couldn't have seen me coming along the street reversing down her drive way.'

'It was no trouble. I've been trying to tell mum to reverse her car in and drive out forwards. Something like this had to happen. There will be tears when someone T-bones her seriously one day. No charge, but thanks Eve.'

They looked at one another for a few seconds and Eve could feel a spark and even a few explosions going off inside her. No need to worry, she thought. Though he certainly attracted her attention. 

Ivan broke the tension when he said, 'Where were you going when this happened?'

'To the library to finish a book I'm reading, then call a friend for a coffee in the café.'

'It's a beautiful sunny day. Why don't you join me for coffee instead. We'll have it here in the back yard. You can read your book while I scrub up.'

She hesitated and gave it some thought, then said 'That sounds nice. Thank you Ivan. I will.' 

She settled into reading her book and five minutes later, Ivan re-appeared in shorts and was drying his hair on a hand towel. 

He said, 'This weather is warming up Eve. What would you say to coffee in the spa? I could take the cover off and you could jump in while I make coffee.' 

'That sounds nice. What will I wear?'

'Take your clothes off and get naked. I won't be offended,' he said with a disarming grin. 

This was the moment when everything could go either way. She found herself in a situation where an immediate response was necessary, not because Ivan wanted a decision but because she felt she needed to establish her own intentions. To say nothing would give tacit agreement to getting naked with a very red blooded male. To say no would leave her frustrated and resentful of Clifton's meagre effort. 

There was no question of getting even with her husband, only with dealing with her own needs. She thought her frustration and resentment would pass. The longer she thought about it, the more her hunger returned and her gratification welled up taking priority. 

Maybe there was a third option. She could enjoy the spa, then thank Ivan and leave. So far he had showed a generous spirit and had behaved like a perfect gentleman. 

He removed the cover from the spa and turned the water jets on. Then went to the house to prepare coffee. 

While he was inside making coffee, Eve quickly shed her clothes and climbed the short ladder into the spa and became aroused by the water jets massaging her below the surface of the water. Her body began to respond, and she felt sure she added some fluid of her own arousal to the water in the spa. 

Ivan returned to the spa carrying two cups of coffee and a jar of cookies on a tray, which he placed on the wide ridge around the perimeter of the spa. 

He removed the towels he carried around his neck and dropped them on the lawn, removed his shirt and shorts and climbed to the top of the small ladder. She noticed his thick penis hanging down about six inches. She was mesmerised as he slowly lowered himself into the bubbling water. 

It was as his appetising penis disappeared far too quickly below the bubbling water surface when Eve resolved she wanted to see it again, maybe even touch it. All her resistance seemed to be dissolving, as she found herself helplessly drawn physically to this helpful friendly stranger.

'Coffee's ready,' he said unnecessarily as he placed himself in front of the tray. 'Come and get it.' 

She waded over to where he was waiting and he lowered himself further into the water by spreading his legs wide apart. 

She reached behind him and asked 'Which one's mine?'

'They're both the same. Take your pick,' he replied.

While she balanced the coffee in her hand she moved closer to him and under the surface of the water, she could feel his penis touch her leg. An electric shock like jolt went through her as the pleasure of arousal began coursing through her body. 

She replaced the cup after a sip and said, 'W-w-would you mind if I sit on the edge to finish coffee Ivan? I don't want to spill any into the spa,' she asked trying to think of something to say.

'Good idea,' he said as he held her under her arms and he easily lifted her to the edge of the spa. 

He stood back and looked at her admiring her tits and stealing a glance at her stomach and pubic area. Then moved back towards her and rested his hands on her thighs and gave her a message look. His hands and his eyes spelled desire and he thought it was reflected in her eyes. 

He remarked, 'You're in very good shape Eve. Do you work out or are you one of the lucky ones with a beautiful body regardless of what you do?' 

'Thank you, Ivan. Lucky I think. I do yoga but not weights or circuit training or anything. I seem to stay fit with normal activity,' she said aware of his examination of her. It was obvious that he liked what he saw.

His hands moved slowly along her legs to her knees where he rested his hands. With his fingers, he began to try and separate her knees. She resisted, but she was hoping he might overpower her. 

But he didn't. She waited for him to try again and preferably a little more assertively this time. But he left his hands infuriatingly on her lap without pressure while they looked at each other. 

Eventually, some minutes later, her knees slowly parted as though they had a mind of their own. She spread her thighs and he reached for her feet and raised them to his shoulders, where he held them firmly with his hands to stop her toppling backwards. At this point she was displaying her cunt, buttocks, and for all she knew, her anus to his view. 

He moved forward and began to very slowly kiss and lick in the valleys where her buttocks joined her legs, and this thrilled her as shivers ran through her body. Then very gradually, he moved his demanding tongue inwards to her gaping cunt. Her excitement was rising out of control. 

This was going way too far. She was still determined to improve her physical relationship with her husband, and yet here she was perched on the edge of a spa with the mechanic who had repaired her car spearing his tongue deeply into her slavering cunt. Within the hour she had her legs wide open in a blatant invitation for this stranger to assault her dripping sex with his face, and probably anything else he cared to use. 

Yet in spite of her knowing she was sliding further down the slippery slope into depravity, she seemed unable to help herself. 

He started lapping between her anus and the dewy lips between her legs, and she craved hungrily for him to raid her sensitive core. He licked at the lower part of her cunt and licked upwards with long wide sweeps of his expert tongue. Her vagina began twitching involuntarily. She abandoned herself willingly to her carnal desire for this stranger to do whatever he wanted to her. 

With his face working diligently between her legs, she held his head against her wide spread lips as he held her feet on his shoulders. He placed his tongue widely over her clitoris and she was gasping as her body responded to his firm pressure. Without either Eve or Ivan moving, her response kept rising, and in a short time, she was overcome by her on-rushing climax. She started moaning, her voice rising to a schoolgirl squeal as she held his head to stop herself from falling off the edge of the spa. 

Her determination to experience more of his impressive organ was obscured by his oral engagement with her wet vagina. Without even waiting for her twitching cunt to subside, he moved his hands to her thighs and spread her lips wide with his thumbs and moved his attention to again, stabbing his long tongue into the drenched inside of her tunnel. 

'Ivan, What are you doing to me?' she gasped as her body responded again with another uncontrollable orgasm.

He continued slurping at her snatch, then caught his breath to say, 'Just trying to get you in the mood for the main course. Let's get out of the spa and get into something more serious.'

Eve climbed out of the spa first, then she turned to watch him emerge. His cock was standing up rigidly, a full eight and a half inches long and a frightening six inches in circumference. She wanted to impale herself on that cock. She was blinded by a terrifying state of lust, but was another part of her that was afraid it might do her damage. 

'You look frightened, Eve. What's the matter?' Ivan asked. 

'It's the size of your huge cock. Nothing like that has never been inside me. It won't fit.'

'Then we won't do anything to hurt you,' he said concerned for her. 

'No! If you don't fuck me in the state you've got me in, I'll do something violent,' she implored him in desperation.

Then he did something that she never would have expected to happen to her. He laid down on the beach towel and said, 'I'm yours Eve. Do whatever you want with me.'

He was totally vulnerable, and it disarmed her completely. She could bite it or bend it, but the only thing she wanted was to be fucked by it. 

She softly said, 'Close your eyes Ivan.' She was surprised at the intimate sound of her voice using his name. She was even more shocked at her assertiveness. Still, she resolved to experience this encounter for all it had to offer. 

She began by kissing him comprehensively, touching him only with her lips. She kissed his cheek, his neck, shoulder, and his mouth. Then she floated her hand from his foot, upwards over his shin, knee and thigh, just touching the hair on his keg, and stopping at his thigh, then repeated on his other leg. 


Crash



"I didn't expect to see you here."

"I could say the same thing."

"Are you trying to get picked up?"

Her stare was cold, emotionless. "Yes. I just want to get fucked."

He said nothing.

"What's the matter? Didn't expect 'fuck' to be in my vocabulary?"

He shrugged. "So. You want to get fucked or get fucked up?"

"Look, I like you but don't, you know...Jesus, I don't want your pitiful psychoanalysis." She sipped her drink.

He stared at the bar. "Let's go then." He looked at her, into her weary eyes.

"What? Look, don't try to 'save me', o.k? That's really very noble but like I said I'm here to get fucked. Laid. Screwed. Banged. Hard. That's all."

"Fuck 'noble', Carol. I meant let's go. You want fucked and I want to fuck you. Lay you. Screw you. Bang you. Fuck, you look like you'd like to be slapped around a bit. Forced, you know?"

She said nothing.

"What, you never thought I could have such thoughts?"

He laid a 5-dollar bill on the bar for his drink. "She runnin' a tab?"

The bartender nodded. Scott flashed a $10 in the air. "This take care of her?" The bartender nodded again. Carol watched Scott put the bill on the bar then looked at him as he took her by the arm and pulled her from the barstool.

He fairly pushed her out of the bar onto the sidewalk. He looked at her, her expression void. He thought maybe he could break her. He slammed her up against the wall of a storefront.

"Where am I going to do you?" His tone was hard, nasty.

She looked up at him, tears brimming around her vacant eyes. "I've got a room at the Plaza Inn."

He was hoping her response would have been something on the order of, "Please...I just want to go home." But she held out her desire for debasement stoically.

***

She opened the door to the hotel room. He pushed her into it. She cried out. She moved across the room and quickly stripped then stood before him in defiance, naked.

5'3" or 4", a cheerleader's body only about 34 years old now and anorexic, her face gaunt. Her breasts were small and firm, big nippled relative to the breasts. Her sex lightly furred.

"Turn out the lights." Even with the lights out there was some dim illumination from the street leaking past the drapes.

He stripped and came to her. He roughly felt her breasts then dropped a hand to her cunt. She was wet around her sex lips but increasingly dry as his finger tried to penetrate her.

"You're awfully dry Carol. You need some lubricant if I'm going to fuck you. Why don't you kneel and suck me?"

Her arms came up to cover her breasts. She looked down and to the side. Some of the harshness was gone from her voice. "I...I've never done that before..."

"Is that why you two broke up? You wouldn't give him a blow job?"

"That's none of your business."

"You're right. Just get on your fucking knees, you WHORE, and open your fucking mouth." He was intentionally cruel. He felt her harden for a moment then watched as she slowly knelt in front of him. 

She gingerly held his half erect cock, examining it in the dimness of the room. She picked a couple of loose pubic hairs from his head then slowly licked it like an ice cream cone. She winced at the taste. She moved back to the head slowly.

"FUCK!" He yelled at her then took her head in his hands and rammed her head forward onto his cock. She struggled wildly. He got a couple of good pumps deep into her mouth then pushed her back. She lay on the floor, retching. She threw up.

Just as she had finished vomiting on the floor he reached down and picked her up by the waist.

"No! Please..."

He flung her to the bed and onto her belly. She started to struggle. He slapped her ass. Hard. She sobbed and her body went limp. He savagely pulled her up by the hips and mounted her. At first she was silent but with each thrust she sobbed a little more. His orgasm coincided with her complete breakdown. 

She wept bitterly.

***

"There's an 11:30 flight. Gets into O'Hare at 12:45. She'll be on it."

"Who'd...who were you talking to?"

"Your mother."

She was silent. She rolled onto her back under the covers; stretched.

"You o.k?"

She looked at him. "Uh...yeah. Yeah, I'm o.k."

"Breakfast."

***

They ate breakfast in silence. She showered. They drove to the airport in silence. They stood at the boarding gate.

"Why?"

"Mixed purposes I suppose. You get over this divorce thing and put some weight back on, get a little blush back in your cheeks and you'll be Carol again. You're a real looker and I don't know how many times I imagined myself buried between your legs. So...I wanted to bang you. That's the bad reason I suppose. 

“The other? Well...think of me as performing a service. You're not dead. You don't have clap, AIDS or hepatitis. You're not black and blue from head to toe. Think of me as taking you through a controlled crash - all the thrills and none of the dangers. Go home to your parents. Rest. Eat. See a shrink. Get on with your life. 

“Fuck David. He's an asshole. Everyone's got an asshole – You don't need another one."

She smiled slowly. "Yeah. David. What an asshole." She giggled then tears welled in her eyes. "I sure could use the rest." 

She hugged him.

"TWA service to Chicago now boarding at gate 22..."

"Well, gotta go."

"Yeah. See you sometime?"

"If you want to. You know where you can find me."

He watched her walk slowly down the jet way. 

She didn't look back.



Crash



The accident 

It was my fault.

I should have been concentrating on driving, but my mind was filled with other things. I has just been to see a girl I had kissed at a work’s party last weekend. The problem is I am married - and not to this girl. So I had been to see her, to explain how it was, but also to explain that we would NOT be seeing each other again. She did not seem at all annoyed, quite pleased that I had the manners to do it in person, and we parted on friendly terms. I had just left her house, and was driving back to mine with my mind on the girl I was leaving, when the car in front did not take a gap in the traffic that I had seen. And I just bumped into it.

The issue was, I was on the wrong side of my house from work. I did not want to have to explain to my wife why I was in this slightly rough housing estate instead of at my desk.

I got out of my car, and walked round to see who I had hit. It was a small car, with a bit of aggressively pink trim. As I approached the driver, I could see it was a woman, a few years younger than me. She had dirty blond hair, and a glittery stud in her nose. She opened the door and got out

Her: You STUPID fucker!! You have hit me!!

Me: I am sorry, it was my fault, lets have a look at the damage and see how bad it is?

Her: Too right its your fault! And you have hurt my neck.

We go round to her car, it is really just a dented bumper. Not much.

Me: It does not look too bad. Maybe I could get it fixed without involving the insurance companies? Save the old no-claims bonus?

Her: Why? Shouldn't you be here? And what about my whiplash?

Me: Erm.. still can we fix it between us do you think?

Her: I recognise you, you work near the store I work at. The insurance company would get me a courtesy car while mine is being fixed. What are you going to do about that?

Me: Oh, yes. Maybe I could hire you a car for a couple of days?

Her: We will see. But you have not said sorry properly yet.

Me: I did! But I am sorry. It was my fault, I am very sorry to have hit you.

Her: You are a stupid Fucker. What are you?

This surprised my totally, I had thought we were almost through with the conversation. But I did want her not to report the accident.

Me: I am a stupid fucker.

Why did that turn me on?

Her: Say it in a girls voice.

Me: I am a stupid fucker

Then she reached out her hand and groped my cock. I was so surprised I did not move. She could tell she had turned me on.

Her: My friend will fix the car, you will pay for it. Instead of a hire car,you will drive me to and from work. Be here at 8-30 tomorrow morning, now fuck off you stupid Fucker.

With that she drove off and I drove on to work.

Day 1

The next day I did as she had instructed. It was not really much out of my way to go via her house on my way to work. At that time I still thought it would only be a couple of days and a hundred pounds or so, then things would return to normal.

I arrived a couple of minutes early, and before long she climbed into the passenger seat. She had a cup of coffee with her - one of the advantages of being driven to work. I looked at her and smiled.. she did not smile back.

Me: How are you today. Do you know how long it will take to fix the car?

Her. Stupid Fucker. Do not ask questions. Do not look at my face - if I see you doing that I will poor my coffee on you. Now drive me to work, and as you drive tell me all about yourself.

So she sat in silence as I drove her to work, talking about myself and my life. It took about half an hour. I must have said a lot in half an hour, I cannot remember much of what I said. She sent a couple of texts as I drove, apparently not that interested in anything I said. As I pulled into the car-park she had her last sip of coffee, then very deliberately reached over and poured the last couple of drops onto my shirt.

Her: I was going to drive into town at lunchtime. But I cannot because some stupid fucker crashed into it. So you will have to give me a lift. be here at 12-00.

And she left. Very soon I was in my office, trying to stop thinking about her and get on with my work. Not with much success. At 11-50, I left and went to the car-park. Not long after 12-00, she climbed in - I remembered to say nothing and not look at her face.

It is about 10 minutes to the coach station in the centre of town, where there is a drop-off zone. As I drove there, she asked lots of questions this time. In a rush, very fast, I had to answer them all. Birthday, middle name, last holiday, wife's name, mobile phone number, pets name, shoe size, hobbies, sexual activities, on and on. Once I had started answering, I could not stop.

I dropped her in the drop off zone, and was told to be back at 12-45. That only left me a bit over twenty minutes to drive out of town a bit, stop for a couple of minutes then drive back. I did look for some public conveniences as I drove because I needed a piss, but not very badly.

I arrived back at the coach park a couple of minutes early, and could see the gents next to the drop-off zone. So I locked up the car and went down the stairs; it was fairly typical of public lavatories everywhere, a few urinals and a few cubicles and an unpleasant smell. Fortunately there was only one other person in there.

I heard someone approaching from behind, then was startled as I felt a hand grab my cock and balls. I looked round to see Her face, the other bloke in the lavatories snorted at the humour of the situation and walked away up the steps.

Then she squeezed, and once it hurt she pulled down. Before I could react, I was kneeling facing the urinal. As she squeezed and twisted my balls and cock her other hand suddenly bashed the back of my head, punching my face into the rim the the urinal. I could feel my lip split.

Her: You STUPID FUCKER. You are late!

Again, a vicious twist of my balls, and a blow to the back of me hear bashing my face again into the urinal.

As I opened my mouth to speak, she interrupted.

Her: Shut up, keep your mouth open.

And she pushed my face into the bottom of the piss covered collection of chewing gum, disinfectant blocks and fag ends.

Then she leaned close behind me and breathed into my ear. She whispered

Her: Eat the blocks

and start squeezing my balls harder and harder. I wanted to resist, but the pain was immense and growing. My mouth was open and I took one of the blocks into it. She continued squeezing harder until I swallowed, then eased up just a little. However a slight delay before I took the next foul thing into my mouth caused her to start crushing my balls again. So after that one I rushed on to the last of the three big ones, then the few small bits as well.

I do not know if it was the crushing of my balls, the smell, or the things I had just eaten, but I suddenly retched. Next second I was throwing up into the urinal. But before I had finished, she pulled my head back so my vomit covered my shirt too.

It was all over so fast, I think it took less than 3 minutes from her entering the lavatories, to me kneeing in my own vomit having eaten the cleaning blocks, starting to sob in pain. She did not appear to be feeling merciful, and I felt her reach into my pocket and remove my car keys and wallet. With a parting comment : This is not over she strode up the steps and left me.

It took a while to pull myself together. Stop the retching, clean myself up as well as I could. When I got out, the car was gone. With no money, wallet or anything, I stood confused for a minute. Then I used my mobile to phone work, and report in sick.

It took an hour and a half for me to walk home. Where my face had been bashed was throbbing. Fortunately my wife was out, so I had a chance to clean myself up, get a bike out of the garage and cycle for another hour to Her house. The car was where I expected to find it, near the crash. It was unlocked, I found the keys inside the glove box, and my wallet. All the cash had been taken out, and every card had been cleanly cut in two. I think I had lost about £30, and I was just facing the prospect of having to contact all the card companies, library, the AA - everyone in fact, when I heard a knocking on the window. I looked up and She was stood there in a denim jacket, smirking as she looked at the chopped up credit cards. Once she had my attention, she signalled for my to open the window which I did.

Her: Stick your arm straight out of the window, resting on the edge.

Me: What?

Her: Look Fucker, just stick your arm out of the window.

I stuck my arm out of the window, out straight, resting on the metal of the door. From behind her back she produced an old fashioned wooden rolling pin. With a terrifying look of enjoyment on her face she brought it up, then smashed it down onto my arm. The pain was huge, both from where she had hit me, but also from the other side of the arm where it had been bashed into the edge of the open window. I gave a cry, but soon controlled it. Flexing my fingers to get feeling back I looked at her in amazement. She was licking her lips and looking hungrily at me. That she enjoyed what was happening, even though she blatantly despised me, was very apparent. She passed me the rolling pin.

Her: Keep that in the car, we might use it again. Same time tomorrow. Do not be late or next time I will be quite nasty. Actually be late if you want, I would enjoy that!

And she turned and left.

Day 2:

That evening was a daze. I lied to my wife about being unwell at work and went to bed early. But I could not sleep, the pain in the arm had subsided, but a bruise was visible. Even though the pain had gone, my mind was disturbed. All I could think about was this girl, how it was automatic for me to do what she told me. How much I hated myself for it, and how much it excited me. I resolved to collect her tomorrow, but then explain I would pay for her to have a taxi for a week, but I was not going to be driving her any more.

In the morning I drove off and parked on the road where we met. A couple of minutes later I saw her approach in the mirror. She was wearing her denim jacket, tight jeans and boots. Not very high heeled, but shiny and black. She tapped on the window, so I would it down.

Her: How are you today? Pass me the rolling pin and stick your arm would you? There's a good boy.

 

She was smiling!! Complete change from the normal anger I saw in her? I passed her the pin and started to try talking, but she interrupted me.

Her: Now come on, you do not want to make me cross again do you? Just stick your arm out, I will not be so hard this time. But If you do not stick it out straight away I shall hit it twice?

I could see a sweet smile on her face, but a total hardness in her eyes. I stuck my arm out.

Her: There's a good boy, now rest it on the edge please. Try not to scream, you might wake the neighbours.

Very deliberately she lifted the rolling pin up high, and bashed it into my arm. It was much more gentle than last time, but exactly the same place. The existing bruise made the pain intense. I gasped, but did not cry out and by the time she had walked round and sat down in the passenger seat I was ready to drive off.

She: Tell me about your wife.

Me: What do you want to know?

She: Well, what is she like? Is she sexy?

Me: Yes, she is very sexy.

She: When did you last have sex with her?

How did she know? That was an uncanny questions. I did think of lying, but this good mood was so nice compared with yesterday's anger, I did not want to annoy her.

Me: About six months ago. On Valentines day

Her: And me - do you think I am sexy?

Me: Of course.

Her, with an innocent and friendly smile: You know I like hurting people?

Me: I had noticed.

Her, leaning close so she was breathing in my ear and talking very sensuously: And you know I will carry on. I have no breaks?

Me: I did not, but you convince me. Which is why I want to pay for the damage, pay for your transport and stop seeing you.

Her: Oh No, I like you too much. And any way, you want me to hurt you properly, don't you?

Then she patted my flies, and my cock gave away just how turned on I was. I was still not ready for her to unzip me, and lift my already hard cock out. I turned to look at her in surprise, straight into her phone camera which gave a little click

Her: Lets not make me spell this out. Anyway, you want to touch yourself for me don't you?

And she was right I did... my hand held my cock as I was driving. Very stupid and dangerous, and not safe driving either. but I held my erect cock all the way to her car park where she got out and walked round to my door. I wound down the window and she pointed at the rolling pin.

Her: Be a dear and pass me that please? Now, lets not have any more talk about you trying to buy your way out of this. You do not really want to escape, and anyway, I think it is a bit late. Hold your arm out.

I did as requested. The blow was really not very hard this time. Maybe she did like me? Just before leaving, she returned the rolling pin and said:

Her: You know with the current economic climate, I think you should suggest your wife gets a job. You also need to think about how you are going to tell her that your office has accepted a 10% pay cut for all junior members, but big important people like you will be taking a 15% cut and no bonuses. OK? See you at 5-30, have lunchtime off. Be good!

Needless to say it was hard to concentrate at work that day. It was true, out firm was suffering in the economic downturn, and there was talk of a few redundancies. There was also talk of a 5% pay-cut to avoid the redundancies. However, my part of the firm was doing well, we were actually growing our work. I was expecting a nice pay round, and bonus. But whenever I thought about telling my wife about having a pay cut, I became excited. These were not feelings I was used to, but I knew they added something that was missing in my life.

At 5-25 I was waiting in the car as directed. At 5-45 she arrived again, and signalled for me to open the car window. Without waiting to be directed I passed out the rolling pin and stuck my arm out. She was quite friendly and nice again.

Her: I have had a great day today. One of my friends had a birthday and brought in some cake. How has yours been?

Me: Fine thank you. I have been thinking about those pay cuts all day. Are you sure they need to be so large?

Her: Oh yes, quite sure. You also need to start telling her that your job is not that secure, you may have to start a bit more travelling with work. Now, turn you arm round slightly... that's better

It was a very gentle blow this time. It hurt, but not much. However I had noticed that the tingling and numbness I felt in the fingers after each blow was taking longer to pass each time.

The drive home was fairly uneventful, and I dropped her and accepted the arm-bashing as though it were the most normal thing in the world. However, my discussions with my wife that night were not so good. I think I got the order of breaking the bad new to her correct... the lack of bonus was quite feasible... then job security which made her feel a bit sorry for me.... then the pay cut which did not please her at all. When she asked what could be done about it, I managed to suggest that she could perhaps get some part-time work? She was shocked, this really had not occurred to her. We did not talk much more that evening. Just before bed my wife reminded me of our upcoming holiday, a weeks skiing in the Alps. I had forgotten about it, but promised we could still afford to go.

The next Fortnight

I continued driving to collect Her each day, and each day she hit my arm. If her mood was good, it was little more than a tap, if bad she could be a lot rougher. I could see the layers of bruising growing darker and getting a green tinge, but at this stage I still had feeling in my hand and almost a full range of motion. I did learn to use a mouse left handed, so my arm could be rested during the day, and tended to use my left arm for opening doors or lifting things - but my right arm could work if needed.

I told Her about the discussion with my wife. She was amused, but annoyed about the holiday.

Her: Well, it is all very well for you to go off, spending your money, having a nice time. How am I going to get to work?

Me: Is your car nearly fixed....?

Her: Oh that! I sold it. I don't need one any more, do I?

Me: Oh!

Her: Do not be stupid, you knew we had moved on from that didn't you?

Me: I guess so, I just had not thought it through.

Her: It is not just the getting to work, it feels unfair that you would go off skiing with your wife. It is as though you think you are better than me.

Me: It is not that at all.. anyway, do you like skiing?

Her: Well, I am going to find out aren't I. I am coming too. Book me a place in your hotel. Actually, book one for my friend as well, we will both come. Now, stick your arm out of the window like a good boy.

The reference to her friend had thrown me completely. I asked about it on the journey home and she laughed at my discomfort and teased me about having her boyfriend come with her. But she was not in a mean mood most of these days and she soon told me it was actually an old friend she had known for years and worked with now. I was relieved, but still shocked to think about how her conversations about me must go. When asked if she talked about us with her friend she confirmed that she had told her everything, and even shown the pictures.

That this information made me wriggle with shame amused her. When she patted my cock she thought it was hilarious to find it had given me an erection as well.

That night I went online and found to my disappointment that the holiday still had spaces on it. So I booked two more places, complete with ski passes and equipment hire. It was going to cost almost £2K, my credit card could take that without problem, but it was going to be a few months before I could pay it off without raising suspicion at home.

Four days to go

Three days before the holiday I collected her as normal. After a very gentle tap on my arm, just enough to keep the bruises fresh and maintain the numbness that was beginning to last for an hour or so each time, she turned to me with a very purposeful air:

Her: When did you say you last had sex with your wife?

Me: As I told you, Valentines day this year.

Her: Really? Not at all since then?

Me: No. Not since then.

Her: You sad sicko. However, it is your wedding anniversary the day after tomorrow isn't it?

Me: YES! you have an amazing memory!

Her: Indeed I do, but if you ever fail to remind me of an opportunity like this again, I will hurt you. However, I do not want you unable to take us all on holiday, so I am going to let you off this time. What are you getting her as an anniversary present?

Me: Well, I have seen some earrings and a necklace she would like, gold with rubies. The jewelers is getting the clasp of the necklace engraved with our initials...

Her: Isn't that rather generous? Have you always been that sort of big spender on her presents?

Me: No, but we have been arguing a bit lately, I wanted to make friends. She did not like me suggesting she gets a job, and the news about my pay cut annoyed her. I was just trying to make it up to her.




Crash



Her: You are a sweetie, you sad sicko. Show me them on your wedding anniversary, I want a look. Would you expect to get lucky with her that evening... are hoping for some sex that night?

Me: Well, it would not be unusual to have sex on your wedding anniversary would it?

Her: Good boy - so no touching yourself till then. No wanking, keep it till that day.

It was odd. My journeys in and out with Her left me in a state of terror and sexual excitement. I had started wanking a lot, at least every day. But I had to agree, it would probably be a good idea to restrain myself for a couple of days. However I did find it difficult, particularly after my arm was re-bruised. I had started finding that arousing! 

Two days to go

My wedding anniversary fell on a Friday, and we all left for the Alps on the Sunday. I went to collect Her for work as normal, with printouts of the hotel bookings, internet information and passwords so she could check flight details herself. She collected them, read through then turned to me:

Her: I do not think I think there will be space in your car for all your stuff and mine and my friend's. What time is the taxi coming to collect me?

Me: Oh. I had not thought. I guess you will want me to book you one..

Her: And pay for it.

Me: Of course.

Her: And for my friend.

Me: Yes. I will book you one to arrive at 6-00 in the morning.

Her: And how are you going to pay for it?

Me: Erm.... I do not have that much cash on me... and at lunchtime I am collecting the necklace and earring from the jewelers... I could get some cash then?

Her OK. Have you done as I told you and not wanked for a couple of days?

Me: Yes. All ready for this evening...

Her: Good boy. Get your cock out and show me.

I was surprised and scared by the casual way she issued that instruction, but my erection gave away the fact that I still found her ongoing bullying very erotic. I unzipped myself and reveled my cock already hard.

She snorted in mirth:

Her: God, you are one pathetic fucker. Wank it off now, cum over your trousers. Quickly. For every ten seconds you take over a minute, I will bash you arm that bit harder.

Terrified and shamed by the arousal this caused I started to wank. having waited a couple of days it did not take long before I gasped. She turned on the video capture of her phone just in time to catch my face, then the spunk spurting out and down my trousers.

As soon as I had finished, she told me not to zip it away, but to drive off. Because of the delay in parting, the traffic was heavier than normal and the journey took longer. Just over half way in to work, there was a roundabout and a set of traffic lights. As we approached them, she reached over and gave my cock a quick squeeze. It instantly hardened under her grip and she started to fondle it. The lights were red when I stopped in the queue of traffic. As soon as the car stopped she let go of my erection.

Her: You can drive on once you have cum on your trousers again. Quickly, it will not be long before the lights change.

Frantically I started to wank myself. With her there next to me, and the throbbing in my arm, it did not take me long before one more a wet mess was squirted onto the trouser legs. 

When we arrived in her car park I stopped the car, wound down the window and stuck my arm out in preparation for the bruising blow from the rolling pin. She walked round then lent in through the window.

Her: And again, one more wank onto your trousers please.

It was more difficult this time. Only 15 minutes since my last, and that only 10 minute since the one before. I am no longer a young man, but I was scared of how much she would hurt me. I fumbled and managed to force an erection to wank. As she rested the rolling pin on the bruise on my arm, it acted as a reminder. I looked her and gasped as I was about to climax and saw her raise the rolling pin. As I ejaculated she brought it down hard onto my arm and I cried out in pain. The jolt shot down to my fingers and was agony, and the small amount of spunk I produced dribbled pathetically onto my flies.

Her: What did that feel like?

Me - with tears on my eyes and almost sobbing: It was very very painful. My arm is almost useless. And it was the best orgasm I have ever experienced.

The really sad part is that we both knew I was telling the truth.

The shame of tidying my spunk coated trousers up as well as I could, the pain in my arm and the ongoing numbness in my hand and my lunchtime trip to the jewelers meant I got very little done during the day apart from think about her.

On the trip home, she made me stick my arm out of the window, then wank again. This time the shock of the pain as I climaxed was not so much, but it was very difficult for me to get an erection. Again the shame of finding the terrifying pain, having my body damaged and being despised, all served to make the climax better.

The drive back was strange, a painful tingling never let up down my arm, but driving is mostly left handed. She made me keep my cock out all the time, and occasionally fondled it, but I could not get another erection even with that provocation. When we arrived, I wound down the window and asked her to be gentle, my arm is in a really bad way. But she was in no rush to get out of the car.

Her: Lets see those ear-rings and necklace.

I got them out of the glove box and handed them over

Her: The are really nice. I think she will like them. Do you think you will get lucky tonight?

Me: I am not sure I can manage to, I think I may let her down.

Her: Owww, poor baby, have I spoiled it for you? I thought I gave you the best orgasm ever?

Me: You did Miss, but it is not the same a real sex. I was hoping to make peace with her.

Her: You look as though you cannot manage another orgasm yet. You wait here - I am going to keep these pretty earrings and necklace until you manage to climax a couple more times. When you think you can manage it, call this number and I will come to check. Bye for now.

Oh, and about your arm... unlucky, I like hitting it, so I am going to carry on. Now stick it out like a good boy.

And she got out, took the pin from me and quickly bashed it once more. Not very hard, but the jar shot though my body.

I sat, hurting for a bit. It was my wedding anniversary, I needed to get home promptly tonight. But She had taken the jewellery, I could not go home without a present! My only option was to climax a quickly as possible. I fondled myself, and tried to think of sexy things, but nothing worked. Then I thought of her hitting my arm and the pain and fear it caused... and I started to get aroused. As soon as I was hard I called the number she gave. It was not answered, but soon I heard a tapping on the window, and I squeezed out a pathetic dribble of cum onto my lap. She nodded and walked off.

I sat listening to the radio for half an hour, thinking of excuses for being late home. Then I phoned my wife and said there was a meeting about possible moving of my project, and I would have to be late home. She was not pleased but there was nothing she could do... she did ask why I was not calling from my work number, but I said "bye" and hung up.

Desperately I tried to get an erection. Nothing. I am now an hour late home and panicking. I consider phoning Her to beg to be allowed home, but knew it was pointless. She would probably just hit me with the rolling pin again. That thought started to make me hard.... I called her. Again, in a minute or so she tapped on the window, but I was not able to climax this time. I would down my window, held out my arm and through tears I sobbed:

Me: Please help me. Hit my arm again

Her: Stupid Fucker! Give me your wallet.

I pass out my wallet. She rubs the rolling pin over the bruise. It hurts, but it does excite me. I start to wank frantically, unable to manage a full erection, I gasp as an orgasm approaches. She brings the rolling pin down onto the bruise, not very hard, but I start to cry as a dry orgasm jerks my cock.

Her: You had better be getting home, little wifey will be getting cross. I hope you enjoy sex tonight... if you can.

Me: There is no way I could have sex tonight. You have ruined that for me.

Her: Poor you. But just to make sure, I am going to keep your wallet till tomorrow morning, to make sure you do not rush off and buy her another present.

Me: What do you mean another present, I am going to give her those engraved earrings and necklace....

Her: Not tonight you are not. Be here at 10-00 tomorrow morning, and you might get them back. Bye now, have a good evening...

And she turned and walked off, keeping my gift for my wife, and taking my wallet with her. I saw her taking out all the notes and putting them in her pocket before she rounded the corner out of sight.

As you will image, that night at home was not very pleasant. My arm was hurting really badly, I could still move it, but every motion sent jarring shocks down to my fingertips and my hand no longer had enough strength to open a stiff door. My wife had prepared a nice meal for our anniversary, and she had dressed up specially for it. Me turning up late put her in a bad mood, but she tried to be nice and save the evening. As we finished the main course she gave me a small gift, nicely wrapped. It was a new silk tie. Very nice, a modern "block" pattern. When I did not reply with a gift of my own she became very quiet, then stood up and walked out.

I heard her leave the house. After washing up, I watched TV for a bit, then went to bed. At about 2-00am I heard her come up stairs. She poked me in the back and said "Piss off". I got the message and moved into the spare room to sleep.

One day to go

Next day my wife did not come downstairs before I left to meet Her. I waited at the place till half ten, then she appeared and signalled for me to wind down the window. I think she must have realised my arm was almost useless, the tap she gave it was so gentle. I think the damage was becoming permanent already, no need to rush its destruction.

She stood outside the car and lent in through the window. Since she was not working, she was wearing more relaxed clothes. Still denim, and pink lipstick, but a bit more stylish. She looked like the kind of girl I ignored normally. I found her the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

Her: How was last night?

Me: Dreadful. My wife is not talking to me. Can I have my wallet and rings and stuff back please?

Her: No nooky then? Poor you. Want to wank now for me?

Me: Please no. I do not want to wank at all. I am not sure I can.

Her: Oh I think we know how you like to wank now. Would you like to have another bruise as you wank?

Me: Please don't. Please. Do not make me do that again.

Her, laughing: Fortunately I like you begging. You are going to get good at it. Here is the jewelry and your wallet. When I next take it, you will have at least £100, understood?

Me: Yes. Goodbye.

Her: See you at the airport tomorrow. Bye.

After she left, I drove home and wrapped the present for my wife. I took it upstairs to her with a cup of coffee. She looked at me furiously but took the gift and opened it.

When she saw what it she looked puzzled, then said:

Wife: Why did you not tell me you had this ordered yesterday? It is not your fault if the jewellers are late?

Me: Well, I did not want to ruin the surprise.

Wife: Oh you silly. Come here and lets kiss and make up. This bed is nice and warm, and there is room for you.

I undressed and climbed in next to her. We started kissing, and it was apparent that she wanted more than that. It was also very quickly obvious to us both that my body was not going to give me an erection. 

Wife: Whats wrong? Am I not sexy any more?

Me: No you are... it is just the stress at work at the moment... I am sorry, I do not understand it.

But I was lying. I did understand it. And I did no longer find my wife sexy. There was only one person I thought of as sexy now, and She would be laughing with sadistic glee at my shame and how she had ruined one of my few chances of sex.



Crash



While I was in college, spring break of my senior year was spent skiing in Colorado. The weather that April was fair and warm. In that snowy, high elevation environment, the sunny afternoons were sublimely comfortable, almost hot, chasing skiers into lightweight clothing. And many young women were skiing in swimwear to get a jump on their summer tans. I've always considered that a strange juxtaposition: bare skin set against a backdrop of mountain snowfields. 

On Thursday afternoon, I was skiing a black diamond run which, due to the warm weather and hordes of spring break skiers, had deteriorated into a minefield of moguls, ice, and crud, the latter, wet heavy snow. Two college girls shot past, the brunette leading the way in a racer-back teal one-piece and the sassy blonde in a hot pink string bikini that barely covered her bits. Both exhibited expert technique: short, precise, lightning-quick turns in the valleys between moguls and wherever pattern changes dictated, over the crests and down the backsides. Despite their talent, in my opinion they were going way too fast for the marginal conditions. 

A short distance ahead, bikini girl caught an inside edge on a mound of crud and BAM! fell hard on her left side. Instinctively, I slowed. She slid on a patch of ice then vaulted off the crest of a monster mogul, sending her hurtling through space, her arms and legs flailing. I slowed further. She crashed to earth with a sickening THUD! then tumbled head-over-heels down the mountain in a flurry of flying snow. Both skis popped out of their bindings, whirling away like helicopters. Skiers riding the chairlift above cut loose with a collective gasp. The violence of the crash was staggering. 

She slowed, rolled one last time, then came to a halt on her back on the uphill side of a mogul in the middle of the run. I turned my skis across the fall line and skidded to a halt to see if I could render aid. She wasn't moving. She appeared to be unconscious. Someone riding the lift overhead hollered, "I'll call the ski patrol." The girl's friend didn't see the crash and consequently, didn't stop; she was somewhere way down the mountain. 

The girl's equipment was gone; skis, poles and sunglasses, but those weren't the only items missing. So was her string bikini. Well, mostly; the top was AWOL and the brief, undone on the left side, was reduced to an ankle bracelet around her right boot. Her creamy white bikini shadow strongly suggested those patches of private flesh had never seen the light of day. Many times I've skied the Rockies during warm spring weather and seen bikini-clad young women take minor falls, oftentimes resulting in nip slips and butt crack exposure. Always, they laughed it off. All in good fun. But never before had I witnessed virtual nakedness in the aftermath of a crash. 

Sprawled on her back, she was motionless. 

"You okay?" I shouted. No response. 

I released my skis from their bindings then, just uphill, rammed the tails into the snow to warn approaching skiers of the hazard. While I was doing that, she stirred, propped herself on one elbow, then tried to shake snow out of her short, shaggy blonde hair. Her neatly coifed pubis confirmed she was a natural blonde. I knelt beside her. "You okay?" This time she responded to my voice; she looked at me hollow-eyed, in shock, it seemed. And she seemed unaware of her exposure. 

She had a huge knot on her forehead and multiple abrasions marred her otherwise flawless skin, the consequence of tumbling across hard crusty snow. Her blue eyes flicked around haphazardly, finally fixing their focus down the length of her torso. Her expression slowly morphed from dazed to puzzled, to horrified as the reality of the situation congealed into consciousness. 

"Oh shit!" she blurted then sat bolt upright and covered her ample breasts with her left arm. Frantically, she tugged on her bikini brief with her right hand but the tiny pink garment was snagged on her boot buckles and wouldn't budge. The longer she struggled the more exasperated she became. Hyperventilating, it seemed she was on the verge of a panic attack. Her effort was futile so she gave up. 

She raised her head and looked at me with imploring eyes. "Can you help me please?" He voice was quiet and quavering. 

"Here," I said, then stripped off my T-shirt and held it out, offering a cover-up 

"Thanks." She took the shirt, but instead of tossing it on like I expected, she merely clutched it to her bosom, letting its length hang down in her lap. 

While I worked to untangle her brief, she settled down a bit, so I tried to calm her further with conversation. "I'm Ed. What's your name?" She didn't answer, so I let it go. 

Finally, she mumbled, "Emily." 

"So, Emily, what happened up there?" As soon as the words left my lips, I realized I'd put my foot in my mouth. Why would she want to relive her accident? 

"I . . . " She paused. Her brow furrowed. " . . . I don't remember." In my estimation Emily had sustained a concussion. 

Other skiers stopped to help. Some of them removed their skis then set about gathering Emily's wayward ski equipment which was scattered all over the mountainside. An endless procession of skiers riding the chairlift overhead focused their eyes on Emily's bare back and smidge of butt crack showing. The rude among them hooted and whistled. Before long, I was able to free her brief from bondage. Emily tugged it above her knee then tried to stand in order to pull it back into place, but I cautioned her to stay seated until the ski patrol had a chance to check her for serious injuries. 

She scowled. "I'm not just gonna sit here naked!" Her tone was irritated, not at me, I hoped. 

"Then put on the shirt!" 

"Oh, yeah." Her expression softened. During the five seconds required to properly align my shirt and toss it on, I enjoyed one final glimpse of her sizable rosy nipples. The shirt was long enough to provide total coverage, front and back. Emily calmed further and joked about her predicament. "My butt is sooo cold!" She managed a wan smile. While waiting for the ski patrol, she fiddled with her bikini brief and discovered the string hadn't just come untied; the left rear string had ripped away from the fabric, probably on first impact, rendering the tiny garment useless. "Oh, great," Emily muttered under her breath. A matronly skier skidded to a halt. She held out Emily's hot pink bikini top and said, "You'll be wantin' this sweetie." Emily took the top. "Thanks." 

A female ski patroller arrived on the scene. She took one look at Emily and immediately radioed for backup. She removed her skis then began assessing Emily's injuries. She swabbed the minor bleeding on her forehead. Shortly thereafter, a male ski patroller arrived on a snowmobile towing a sled gurney, onto which Emily was carefully bundled in blankets for evacuation off the mountain. 

"I'll get your shirt back to you somehow," Emily shouted as the male patroller slowly steered the snowmobile away for the trek to the first aid station at the mountain base. 

"Nah," I shouted back, "don't worry about it. Keep it for a souvenir." She smiled and waved. I waved back and continued watching until the snowmobile and gurney made the turn onto a catwalk and vanished in the spruce forest. 

I felt empathy for Emily, for the physical trauma she suffered and the embarrassment she felt after being unexpectedly and violently thrust into public nakedness. Even so, to this day I derive a bit of perverse pleasure whenever I recall, and visualize, the most spectacular wardrobe malfunction I've ever witnessed. 

I'm certain the day arrived when Emily was able to laugh about her misadventure. The T-shirt she kept would serve as a perennial reminder. Just before departing on spring break I found that shirt in the ski shop in my hometown and just had to buy it. It depicted a cartoon female streaker on skis, and underneath were emblazoned these words: Ski Naked.



Crash



Guy Morrison, his wife Ann and their daughter Jill were all hurrying to catch a plane for the main land. It was a small plane that could only carry six people. Guy had chartered it to take them to Miami to enroll Jill in college there. A storm was forecast for the area and Guy wanted to get in front of it. 

He was an engineer with a company that tracks the shuttle after it blasted off from Cape Kennedy. They were located on a small island south of Antique. They were a very close family. Mostly because there was very few other people on the island. They had spent the better part of the last four years on the island. The company gave him a couple of months off work each year to get away from the island. They all loved the island and the privacy that they enjoyed.

Her mother, who was a teacher before coming too the island, had home schooled Jill. Now she was about to enter her freshman year at the University of Miami. The family was going to help her get settled in.

Guy was 40 years old, about 180 pounds, and in perfect shape. Each day he, his wife and daughter worked out and jogged. 

Ann was a petite blond beauty. She only stood about 5' 2" tall and weighed about a hundred and ten pounds. By working out each day she was hard and firm. Her breast still didn't sag and she looked more like 28 years old than her 38. She tanned very easy and in her bikini still turned the head of every man that saw her.

Jill was carbon copy of her mother. She was the joy of her father. In his eyes she could do no wrong. He would have been perfectly happy to keep her and her mother on the island forever. The two looked more like sisters than mother and daughter.

Jill had grown up on the island and didn't have any experience with young people her age. Her mother had several long talks with her about sex. She didn't hold back anything because she knew that once she was off the island that she was going to be wrapped up by boys vying for her attention. She had seen her father naked several times when her mother could arrange it without him knowing. He was the only male she was around to observe other that the black native boys that she wasn't allowed to associate with.

Guy loved his wife and he liked the way other men looked at her. He didn't like the way they had started looking at Jill.

For 18 years their sex life had been very good, not great but enjoyable. They still had sex several times a week. It would have been more but for Jill always being around.

Jill had seen them making love on several occasions. She wondered if her mother had arranged that also. She thought her mother was a very beautiful woman, and her father the best man on earth. Lately she had wondered what his cock would feel like in her small young cunt.

The pilot of the plane was Juan Lopes. He flew supplies to all the out islands several times a week. Every now and then he would fly passengers back to the main land. He was 30 years old and over 6'4" tall. He was one of the few black men on the islands that had a college education, though most people didn't know that.

The other passenger was his brother Carlos. He was 21 and heavier than his older brother was. He was going to the states to visit for a month or so.

They watched as the family hurried towards the plane. Both women had on shorts and halters, showing off their tanned legs and arms. With their long blond hair blowing in the breeze they sure looked good coming toward them.

Carlos punched Juan and said, "I'm really going to enjoy this trip."

Guy hurried them up to the plane and introduced them. "Lets get going as soon as possible so we can beat the storm."

Juan said, "You are early but get your stuff aboard and we will take off in a minute."

About an hour into the flight they hit a really bad thunderstorm that Juan wasn't expecting. He tried to climb up over it but didn't have any luck. He tried to move around it without any better luck. The little plane was really taking a beating. He tried to go down low and see if it was any better. Suddenly a bolt of lighting hit the plane. It knocked out all the electrical components including the radio. One engine caught fire and he had to shut it down. The other engine was coughing and sputtering and about to quit. 

"I'm going to have to sit her down. Hold on!"

As the plane dropped under the clouds he saw a small island off to his right. I'm going to try to make it to that island. I see a small beach that I may be able to land on. 

Lining up with the small beach he started in when the engine quit. "I have land this time. Hope for the best."

The plane's wheels touched down in the soft sand but before he could get it stopped the front wheel hit a rock, flipping it over on it's nose.

Luckily no one was hurt as they crawled out of the little plane. Looking over the damaged plane they knew it was beyond repair. The landing gear was gone and the propellers broken. Guy said, "Once the weather clears they will send out a search party."

Juan said, "They want know which way to look. You were in such a big hurry to leave that I never filed a flight plan."

Guy knew that there was know use arguing nothing could be done about that now. "Let's see what we can do about some shelter for now. We'll worry about how we will be rescued tomorrow."

The plane was well equipped for flying the islands. There were a couple of tarps that they could use for shelter. Plenty of food since Juan still had stops to make on his delivers. They worked together and by dark they had the tarps tied to the trees and limbs piled up to make a mattress to sleep on. Ann fixed dinner while they worked. 

By the time they finished eating the sun had gone down and since it was dark they called it a night. They wanted to save the batteries in the only flashlight they had.

Guy, Ann, and Jill were under one tarp and Juan and Carlos were under the other next to them. Guy had not given it any thought when they were putting up the tarps or he would suggested that they put them further apart. There was not any privacy anywhere.


The next day they scouted the island. Luckily they found fresh water at a small stream that formed a pond where they could swim and bath. They also flushed several wild goats. Juan said, "At lease we know that someone once lived here. Now we need to find out if they still do." The only thing they found was and old camp site on the beach where someone had camped for several days.

They turned the plane upright and tried to get it going but it was impossible to fix. The radio was fried. They were stuck until someone happened to come by. 

For the next couple of weeks they settled into a schedule. Ann and Jill would do the cooking and the guys kept plenty of wood and tried to improve their shelter. They made a trip each day to the stream for fresh drinking water. Each day Guy would stay at camp with the others while Ann and Jill went to the pool to bathe. He didn't trust them not sneak a peek if he didn't watch them. They had already taken to watching both women as they moved around the camp. Each time they put on their bikinis to take a swim the men's eyes never left them.

Sex between Guy and Ann was mostly nonexistent. Jill slept right next to them and the Men could hear everything that went on. On one of their trips to the pool Ann asked Guy to go with them. They let Jill get on ahead before she told Guy what was on her mind. "Have you seen the way Juan and Carlos have been looking at Jill and I?'

Guy nodded his head that he had. "You need to be careful around them. If we aren't rescued pretty quickly then I don't know that I can stop both of them from attacking you. The only weapon on the island is the pistol that Juan carries. They have been without a woman for a month now and I know how they feel."

"You thank that you men are the only ones who miss sex? What about me? We normally have sex several times a week and all I've had was you fingers. Jill is the one I'm really worried about. There is no telling what they would do to such a young virgin."

It sent chills up and down Guy's spine at the thought of them abusing his young daughter. "We have to protect her at all cost."

Later in the week Guy had gone to the pool with Juan and Carlos to bathe. He had seen them naked each time. Juan's cock was bigger than his was but Carlos was hung like a stud horse. He hadn't seen them hard and he knew that Carlos could really hurt someone like Jill that was a virgin if he raped her.

While they were bathing Juan started to talk to Guy. "Guy, we have a problem that Carlos and I have discussed and I think you have the solution to the problem."

"What is the problem?"

" It seems that we will be stuck here for a long time. Could be tomorrow or it could be a year, but none of us knows. Now I am use to having sex everyday and I'm missing it. Since you have two women we think it only fair that you let us have one."

Guy knew that this was coming from the moment he started talking. He had been expecting it. "You are talking about my wife and daughter and I can't allow you to assault them."

"We are not talking about assaulting them. We are talking consensual sex. You give us one and the other you can keep for yourself."

"Ann would never agree and Jill is a virgin. I can't let you do that."

"I don't think you fully understand what I'm telling you. We are not asking permission. If you don't go along with this Carlos and I may have to take matters into our own hands. If that happens then we will have both of them and you want be in the picture any more. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

Guy knew that there was nothing he could do. On the way back to camp he said, "let me talk to Ann first."

That afternoon, while Jill was taking her usual afternoon nap, Guy motioned Ann to follow him down to the plane. The men had left them alone to have their talk. "Ann, what we dreaded would happen has happened." He then told her what they said to him at the pool. 

She listened as he told her what was in store for them. She was a woman who liked her sex on a regular basis and it had been a while. She wouldn't tell Guy but she didn't really mind the idea that she was about to have sex with the two black men. The thought had crossed her mind more than once the pass few weeks. She had never been with anyone other than Guy. Plenty of time she had flirted with other men at parties but out side off a quick kiss and a pinch on her ass she had remained faithful to Guy.

Being on the island the only men she saw was black and most of them were field hands that she didn't want to be with. One engineer with the company had taken an interest in her and may have had a chance if there was a place for them to be alone. Now she was going to be with another man and there was nothing Guy could do.

"It has to be me, there is no way we could let them get Jill."

As much as he hated for her to be with them he knew that she was right about Jill. He would talk to them and make sure that they would leave her alone. "Let me talk to them first. They will have to do it when Jill is asleep. We don't want her to know what is going on."

The next morning he talked to them while Ann and Jill were at the pool. "Ann has agreed to go with you provided you leave Jill alone. Also only one of you at the time."

Juan quickly smiled, "Sure we agree to that. What about this afternoon while Jill takes her nap? I will go first and then Carlos can finish. You have seen what a big cock he has. I need to get her ready for him or he may hurt her and we don't want that to happen do we."

Guy told Ann when she got back to the camp that it was set for this afternoon. He had been thinking about his wife with the two black men every since that approached him yesterday. He also had a fantasy to watch his wife with another man. He had been hoping to catch her with the young engineer but nothing had ever happened. He had never told her about it because he thought she would raise hell with him. Now she was going to get fucked by two of them, and by black men at that. He could not have asked for a better ending to his fantasy. Unless you counted the one he had about his daughter. That was now a possibility stuck here on this island.

After lunch Jill lay down for her afternoon nap. Since there wasn't much to do but lay around or swim she usually slept a least 2 hours.

As soon as she fell asleep Ann stood up. "I guess I may as well go and get this over with."

Guy said, " I wish I could stop them but I don't know how. It's not like I could beat them both."

"Don't worry I'll be alright. I still love you and always will. Don't let this ruin our marriage once we get off this island. What we do here stays here, right?" With that she kissed him and headed up the path toward the pool.

Juan watched her go, As soon as she was out of sight he followed. Guy watched them go. His cock was hard in anticipation of what was about to happen. He wished he could follow but Carlos was still under his tarp. He didn't dare leave Jill alone with him in spite of their reassurances that they would not bother her.

Ann was nervous as she walked toward the pool. She was about to commit adultery for the first time in her life. She had never seen another man completely naked except her husband. Her nipples were standing up hard on her breasts. Her cunt was already starting to drip the juice from her cunt. She had never even danced with a black man and now she was getting ready to be fucked by not one but two of them. 

She hadn't looked back but she knew that Juan was behind her. When she reached the edge of the pool she stopped and turned around and watched for him to come up the trail. He wasn't far behind. She saw him as he came around the last bend. Looking him straight in the eye as he walked up to her. She was determined to not let him know how nervous she was.

Juan walked up to her. "Let me take off your clothes." She could only nod and he reached for the buttons of her blouse. He slowly unbuttoned each button, taking his time. She could feel his fingers as they moved over each button. She watched his hands as each button came loose. His long black fingers were moving over her breasts with each button. 

When he had opened the last he slid her blouse from her shoulders. She stood before him with her beautiful breasts covered only by the thinnest of bras. She would have worn a bra that didn't show so much but this was all she had. It was a front closing bra and he reached for the snap. With his fingers he unsnapped it Her large breasts sprang forth, glad to be free of the restraining bra. 

Juan pulled it back and stood gazing at them in their naked beauty. Juan had been with many women but this was his first white woman. His cock was instantly hard as he pulled the bra from her shoulders. He brought both hands to caress her tits. They were firm and the nipples reached out as if they were wanting to be touched.

Ann watched as his long black finger played with her tits. She liked it when Guy played with them, but it was nothing like now. She knew that some of the feeling was because he was so different and that he was someone new. She wanted him to play with them more. She leaned forward forcing them deeper in his hands.

Juan knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He leaned forward and took a nipple between his lips. He sucked one tit and would then switch to the other. This went on for several minutes until she started moaning. "Please suck them." He knew that she was ready for anything he could give her.

He released her tits to her regret. He reached for the snap on her shorts. Once undone he pushed them down her tan legs. He knelt down before her and pushed them to her ankles. She stepped out of them and was standing before him in her sheer panties. He could see the blond hair of her cunt through them. He caught them at the waist and pulled them down. He watched as his first white pussy opened before his eyes.

He did not take his eyes from her cunt as he pushed them on down. 

Ann hated for him to quit sucking her tits. It felt so good to feel his lips and tongue on her hard nipples. Then she felt him reach for her shorts and she couldn't wait for him to pull them off. Her stomach was turning over and over with the butterflies in it. His face was only inches from her cunt as her panties followed her shorts to the ground. She stood before him completely naked. She had never wanted a man as bad as she wanted Juan at this time. Her cunt was leaking cum down her legs. Her tits were about to burst. Her knees almost buckled when she felt his breath on her cunt. Soon his tongue followed into the hot wetness of her cunt. She came as his tongue bathed her clit.

Juan stood up, "now it 's your time."

Ann reached for his shirt. It was a pullover type that she had to stand on her toes to pull it over his head. To reach that high she had to move to where her tits were touching his naked chest. She dropped the shirt to the side and ran her hands over his muscular chest. She watched the erotic sight of her white hands stroking his black skin. 

She reached for his belt. In no time at all she was pushing his pants down his legs. She was on her knees to push them off when she realized that he wasn't wearing any under wear. His cock sprang up, almost hitting her in the face. She watched it as she pushed his pants off. She had never seen such a cock. He was a little longer than Guy was but he was much larger around. She wanted to take it in her mouth but was afraid it was more than she could handle. She loved to give Guy a blowjob and she was good at it. She wanted to do the same for Juan now. 

She had just kissed the tip of his large black cock when he lifted her up. She stood in front of him all five feet two inches and all of it naked to his staring eyes. There wasn't any embarrassment at all. He leaned down and pulled her into his arms. His lips found hers and she opened her mouth to him. His kiss was different from any she had ever had. His thick lips and tongue covered her tiny mouth. His tongue covered ever corner of her willing mouth. She thought his tongue was going down her throat. The kiss took her breath away.

Juan picked her up and held her against his body. His hands were on the cheeks of her ass. He lowered her until she could feel his cock between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he rubbed his cock across the opening of her wet cunt. He slowly lowered her to the soft green grass by the pool without breaking the kiss or letting her lose contact with his cock.

Once on the ground he continued the torrid kiss. She released his hips enough to allow him to raise them so his cock could enter her blond cunt. She could feel his wonderful cock searching for her wet opening. Using her feet on the ground she moved her cunt to help him find the way. Both of them were trying to complete the act but without using their hands. 

She could feel it as he got closer to her hot opening. When the tip finally reached the opening he knew he was home from the wet heat pouring from her body. She spread her legs as wide as possible to welcome him in her body. 

He didn't take his time, but at the same time he wasn't rough. He just steadily pushed his way into her hot wet cunt. As his cock entered her she once again wrapped her legs around him and pulled him all the way to the bottom of her cunt. She had never been filled like he was doing to her. He started moving in and out. She wrapped her arms and legs and rode him on every stroke he made. 

Juan had never had a woman that wanted him as much as Ann wanted him. She took everything he had and wanted more. Before long he wasn't fucking her she was fucking him. 

Ann had come twice before he was all the way in. Now she matched him stroke for stroke. It was so good that she wanted it to last forever but knew that wasn't going to happen. She could already feel him swelling. She knew that it wouldn't be long before he filled her cunt with his juice. She was still surprised at how much cum he dumped deep in her cunt. 




Crash



They both came at the same time. Her climax was so intense that she almost blacked out. He was exhausted and didn't have the energy to even hold his body off of hers. 

Juan finally recovered enough to roll over. Looking up he saw Carlos standing over them with his cock in his hand. He would have liked to have her to him self-the rest of the day but he knew Carlos would have none of that. At least he had opened her cunt enough that his big cock wouldn't split her in to. He kissed Ann until her eyes opened. 

When she saw Carlos standing over them her first thought was to cover up. Then she remembered that both of the men were going to fuck her. She lay on her back and held out her arms to him. Carlos didn't waste any time crawling between her legs. She hadn't paid much attention to his cock until he reached the opening to her body. Once he started in her eyes opened wide with the realization that this was much more than she expected. 

Carlos only had one thought, and that was to get his bigger than life cock in her blond cunt. He pushed and didn't stop until all ten plus inches were buried in her. He didn't give her anytime to rest. He fucked her hard and fast. 

Ann was so surprised at his size that she didn't have time to worry about him being to big. Soon he was hammering away at her cunt. Before she knew it she was answering him. He didn't last long and as his seed poured deep in her she climaxed again. 

Carlos had given them a few minutes head start and then followed them to the pool. He had watched as Juan and her came to a climax. When they finished he waved bye to Juan and fell between her legs.

Guy watched as Carlos left to join Juan and Ann. His cock was hard just thinking about Ann being fucked by the two men. He just had to follow and watch. He arrived just as Juan lay her down and entered her. He watched as Juan fucked his wife with Carlos standing over them. He had to take out his cock and masturbate as Ann was being fucked.

Juan dressed as Carlos was plunging away in Ann's soaking cunt. As he left he saw Guy with his cock in his hand. "Why don't you join them. I think Ann would welcome you."

Guy could not stop himself as he moved forward to join the two naked bodies fucking by the pool.

Guy wasn't the only one watching. Jill woke up just as Guy left. She had stood back deep in the woods and watched as Juan and then Carlos fuck her mother. She watched as her father pulled out his cock and masturbated watching them. How could he let them do that and not stop them?

Jill saw Juan leave and ran back to the camp. When Juan arrived she was back in her bed, looking like she had just woken from a nap.

Juan saw her and moved in and sat down beside her. "Where is Mother and Dad?"

"They are down by the pool with Carlos. Did you have a nice nap?"

"Yes. What are they doing down there?"

"Just killing time, there isn't much to do you know." All the time he was talking he had his hand on her arm. He was rubbing it gently so as to not alarm her. He fully intended to fuck this young lady just as he had her mother. He hadn't intended to leave her alone when he made the deal. After all, Guy liked to watch his wife getting fucked so it wasn't a sacrifice for them.

Jill had seen Juan fucking her mother. She had seen his cock when he pulled out of her. If her mother had liked it so much then it must have been really good. Her cunt was wet from watching and she wasn't really sure why. She liked the way he was touching her and wondered if he was planning on doing the same thing to her he had done to her mother.

Juan asked her, "do you have a boy friend?"

"No, there isn't any boys on the island."

"Have you ever been kissed?"

"A few times at parties when we go back home. There wasn't much to it. I don't know why everybody thinks it's so special."

" If it's done right there is a lot to it. Would you like for me to show you?"

"I don't think dad would like it if I let you kiss me."

"He's not here. Let me show you just a little of what it feels like. You are over eighteen and that makes you almost a woman. It's time you knew how to kiss."

Jill wanted him to kiss her, but was afraid. "Ok, but just one time."

Juan pulled her toward him slowly. He didn't want her to be afraid and back off. He lowered his lips to hers. Hers were closed tightly. He pulled back, "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. Just let me show you how." He once again touched her lips with his. This time he opened his slightly and ran the tip of his tongue across her lips.

Jill jumped when she felt his tongue on hers, but she didn't pull away. The next time his tongue touched her lips she opened them slightly. She could feel his tongue as it pushed it's way into her mouth. It was different from any kiss she had ever had. 

Juan broke the kiss and looked at her, "how did you like that?"

Jill blushed, "That was fine. I never did that before."

"Want to do it again?" her nod was all the answer he needed. This time when she opened her mouth his tongue entered and touched her tongue. He really gave her a kiss that young girls should watch out for. As his tongue and lips worked on hers his hands were busy on her young breasts. Before she knew what was happing her top was off and his lips were working on her tits.

Jill didn't understand why she was feeling so good until she realized that it was her breasts he was kissing. "Stop! What are you doing?"

Juan stopped sucking her firm young breasts but he didn't turn her loose. "Doesn't it feel good to have my mouth on you breast? Is this more fun than what you did at the parties you went to?" All the time he was talking he was rubbing her nipples between his fingers. They were hard and were feeling good to the young virgin.

When she didn't stop his hands he lowered his mouth back to them. He had her on her back on the mattress and would alternate kissing her breasts and her lips. Each time He was bringing her closer and closer to a climax. He didn't want that to happen and he backed off. He kissed her gently until once again she relaxed and started kissing him back. 

Jill was enjoying what he was doing to her. His fingers felt better on her young breasts that her hands did when she handled them. She knew that her breasts were really nice. They looked just like her mothers and she had seen how men always looked at her. She lay back and let him suck on them all he wanted. It made her fell strange down deep in her stomach.

Juan made love to her body for several minutes, until she was completely under his control. He let his hand slide down under the waist of her shorts. They were so tight his hand wouldn't fit. Backing out he eased the snap open. Jill never knew when he pulled the zipper open so his hand had room to move over her cunt. 

His fingers went under the edge of her panties until his fingers were touching her blond cunt. He was glad to find she was already hot and wet. This girl was going to be just like her mother. 

Jill liked him sucking her tits and got lost in the feeling. He had his fingers in her cunt before she knew what was happing. By that time her cunt was feeling better than any time she played with herself. She knew that she should stop him but it was feeling to good. 

Juan knew that she was passing the point of stopping. He knew that he could do most anything he wanted to her. He was going to take his time; he wanted her to enjoy fucking so much that she would always come back for more. He moved down and caught her shorts and started pulling them down her legs. "Raise up so I can get them off." Jill did as he said without hesitation. It was only after she lay back down the she realized she was completely naked. 

Before she could say stop his mouth covered her cunt. His tongue was in her wet cunt. Never had he tasted a cunt so young and sweet. The juice was fresh, coming from a never fucked cunt. When his tongue hit her clit, Jill climaxed as never before. She had heard of men kissing women on their pussy but if this was this good then she didn't want to stop.

Juan stood above her when she opened her eyes. He had taken the opportunity to undress while she came back down from her high. She had seen her fathers cock a few times but never like this. What was he going to do with her now? Was he going to fuck her like he had her mother? She sure hoped so as he dropped down between he spread legs. 

Juan looked at the sweetest cunt he had ever seen. "I'm going to fuck you now. Just do as I tell you and it want hurt as much. Just lay back and relax. Now move your feet up and spread your legs. I'll take it slow and easy. By the time we finish you will want to do this all the time."

He took it slow. Just the head and then a little more until he reached her hymen. Juan had fucked many different women but virgins were few and for between. He wanted to bury his cock to the balls in her hot young cunt, but he wanted it to be good for her also. He had to take his time. 

Each time he touched her hymen with his cock she thought he was going to push through but each time he pulled back. He kept teasing her by sucking her tits and rubbing his cock at the opening of her cunt. She had all she could stand. It didn't matter if he did hurt her she wanted him in her. "Fuck me! Push it on in!" She kept trying to push her cunt up on his cock each time he moved deeper. 

Juan had about waited as long as he could. The next time he pushed in he pulled her ass up to him with both hands. With a loud grunt he split her maidenhood wide open. She screamed as his cock rushed to the bottom of her cunt. She had never had anything hurt like that. She was crying and trying to push him off her body. Juan hung on. His cock was buried as far as it could possible go. He was trying to get her to calm down. "The worse is over, just try to relax." He kissed her tears from her eyes as he calmed her down. Sometime during his kissing and talking she realized that the hurt was gone. She could still fell his massive cock but as long as he didn't move it didn't hurt. 

He slowly moved in and out a little at a time. Her cunt was becoming saturated with her juice and it made the movement of his cock better. Little by little she started enjoying what he was doing to her. She started pushing back when he would with draw his cock. The more he move the better it felt to her. She was starting to see why her mother was having so much fun.

Juan knew that she was now ready for a good fucking. He worked his cock around her cunt, touching every where in her tight cunt. Her tits were once again hard and he sucked them with his lips. He had waited as long as he could he was going to shoot a load in her cunt. He drove in her faster and faster and she answered his every move. When his cum shot out of his cock he was buried in her cunt. His hot cum caused her to climax at the same time. Nothing that she did with her fingers had prepared her for such a wonderful feeling.

Juan lay on her body. "How do you feel now that you are a complete woman?"

"I didn't know it would feel so good or I would have found someone a long time ago."

"I'm glad you didn't."

Finally after several minutes he rolled off her. His cock made a sucking sound as he pulled out of her newly fucked cunt. "We better get cleaned up before the others come back. Your father would try to kill me if he knew about us."

"Will we be able to do this again," she asked?

"You better believe it. I don't know how long we will be on this island but now it is going to be a lot more fun for all of us. We just need to bring your father around to our way of doing things."

"I think I can handle my father."

He grinned at her, he knew just how she was planning on bring her father around. "I am sure what you are planning will be something he can't resist."

Guy had watched Carlos fucking his wife with the largest cock he had ever seen. It was more than he could take. He walked over to them stripping off his clothes as he went. Ann looked up at him as he walked up. She reached up and pulled him down to her by his hard cock. She sucked him while Carlos was steady fucking his cock in her cunt. She was glad that he was there. Now she would not have to hide the way all this fucking made her feel. They lost all track of time as the men shared her over and over.

It was late afternoon by the time the three made it back to camp. Juan and Jill were down by the plane. After they had finished making love they dressed and moved down there in case the others came back. If they had known how long it would be then they wouldn't have been in such a hurry to get dressed. They had spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and feeling each other bodies. Jill was ready for him again but he insisted that they wait and not get caught.

It was the next morning before Ann had a chance to talk to Guy alone. He seemed embarrassed by what went on the day before. Ann said, "Are you alright about yesterday?"

"I'm alright, it was just more than I thought it would be."

"I know what you mean. I never knew that I could do what I did and enjoy it so much. When you joined us it was even better."

"I have a confession to make. I have always had a fantasy of other men fucking you. I have even thought of the young engineer and you. The idea of two black men fucking you was the answer to my fantasy. I could not keep from watching you."

"I have never cheated on you, but I have often wondered what other men would be like. Now I know."

"I know that you enjoyed it from watching you. Juan was a big man but Carlos was a monster. I don't know how you managed to take all of him."

"It was better with Juan but Carlos hurt. I can take him and he really fucks hard, but I like you and Juan most. I know that Carlos will have to be taken care off or he will start after Jill. His big cock would tear her apart. He hurts me but he still makes me cum."

"How are we going to keep this from Jill? You know that she is going to notice what going on."

"I have always been pretty open with her. Now I think you need to explain what happens when I leave here with Juan and Carlos. Make her under stand that I am doing it to protect her from them."

"It will be hard to explain that you are doing it to protect her when you are having so much fun."

Ann blushed but agreed that she was enjoying all three men. "Guy, I love you, but I really do need to do what we are doing. When we get off this Island then I will go back to being just your wife if that is what you want."

"Just go ahead and have your fun. I will handle Jill. As for what will happen once we leave here we will work it out then. Some how I don't think our live will ever be the same."

Jill lay down for her afternoon nap. She didn't go to sleep but her mother thought she was. Guy and Ann were lying on the mattress next to her. When Ann thought she was asleep she got up and kissed Guy. She turned and headed toward the pool and was soon joined by Juan and Carlos. They each had a hand on her ass as they headed up the trail.

Guy didn't realize that Jill had set up and watched them go until she spoke. "Why do you let her go with them? You know what they are going to be doing."

Guy was startled when she spoke. "I don't really have a choice. It is she or you. I can't handle both men at the same time and they wanted one of you. Your mother volunteered to keep them away from you."

"She sure didn't looked worried when she left with them. I think she is really enjoying protecting me."

Guy didn't know how to answer her. He finally decided that telling her the truth was the best way He hoped Ann knew what she was talking about when she said to be open with her. "It started by them making her go with them. Then your mother and I realized that this was a fantasy that we both had for several years. I wanted to watch and she wanted to try other men. While we are here on this island we will take advantage of this opportunity. I know that you may not agree but you are old enough to understand what is going on."

"What if I want to take part in this?"

"You don't know what you would be getting in to."

"Show me."

"WHAT!"

"Show me. Show me what I need to know."

"I can't do that you are my daughter."

"So what, You are letting your wife fuck other men and you like that. Don't you think you may like to see what it would be like with me?"

Guy was speechless, so Jill stood up before him and started stripping. She pulled her top over her head. Then she pushed her shorts down her tan legs. Guy could only watch as another fantasy started unfolding before his eyes.

She stood before him in only her bra and panties. She wanted her father to see her as a woman. A woman that needs a man and that man was he. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. She shook her shoulders and the bra fell to the floor. Her tits were as large as her mother's without any hint of sagging. Her nipples were hard and just begging for his hands and lips. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. She stood before him completely naked. She reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet. In a matter of seconds he was as naked as his daughter was.

Guy could not believe how much she looked like her mother 20 years ago. There was no way that he could resist her. It was a dream come true. He had often thought of her while he would be making love to Ann. He had always felt guilty about the thoughts and tried harder to make it up to Ann.

Suddenly he could stand it no more. His hands were all over her young body. He touched her everywhere. He explored her from head to toe. He kissed and touched every part of her, including the soft blond cunt. He buried his tongue in her open mouth. She answered him move for move. He was so infatuated with her that he never stopped to wonder how she knew what to do.

She lay back on the grass mattress and pulled him down between her thighs. She wanted her father in her. She had learned a lot from Juan yesterday, but it was her father that she really wanted. As she pulled him toward her waiting cunt she spread her legs and took his cock and guided it to the opening. As his cock head touched the opening of her young body she raised her hips and he was in her. 

As his cock entered his daughter cunt he pushed and felt his cock being engulfed by her hot pussy. He could not hold back. He had to enter her completely. Which he did in one smooth motion, aided by her legs now wrapped around his waist. It had been a long time since he had felt anything so young and fresh. He kissed her while he worked his cock in and out of her slick opening. In no time at all he was spilling his seed deep in her. 

When he started cumin Jill went with him. He was her father and he was making love to her. This thought alone was more than enough to drive her over the edge. 

They both had to rest and catch their breath. Guy said, "Jill, I may be sorry later but right now I feel better than I ever have. I hope you don't regret what we just did."

She kissed him on his eyes and moved to his mouth. She kissed him like the full-grown woman she had become in the last 2 days. "I wanted this even more than you. I have seen you and mother and I wanted to be with you. I hope this never stops."

"We have to be careful around your mother and the others."

"Why? They are fucking their heads off and having a good time doing it. Why can't we do the same? Mother can't very well complain and the guy's want care."

"If the other men see us then they are going to want you also."

"That's ok with me. I might want to give them a try just like mother. Only you will be my main lover."

"Jill you don't know what you are getting into. Carlos is the largest man I have ever seen. He could rip your young cunt to pieces."

"Juan and you want let him hurt me. Mother can take care off him. After a while I may even want to give his big cock a try."




Crash



Guy knew he was lost. There was no way he could turn her down. Now that he had finally fucked his daughter he was going to want her again. If it was to happen then he was going to have to do it her way.

It was nearly dark when Ann and the men returned. She had a look on her face that Guy had never seen. It was look of a woman that had finally had all the sex she wanted. She had a tough time looking Guy in the eye. 

While Jill and the other men fixed dinner Ann motioned for Guy to follow her and they moved down toward the beach. "How did it go with Jill after we left?"

"She saw you leave and knew what you were up to."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth."

"I'm glad, because I don't think I could hide it from her anymore. This afternoon was unbelievable. I have been fucked so many times that I lost count. I never knew that a woman could have so much fun with two men." She grabbed Guy and pulled him to her and kissed him. He could taste cum on her lips. Instead of turning him off he started to get hard.

She could feel his cock harden against her body. "Good, I was hoping that you would feel this way. I can't wait until I get you and Juan in bed at the same time. That will be better than with Carlos even though he makes me cum over and over."

Guy figured now was as good of time as ever to tell her about he and Jill. "I have another fantasy that was fulfilled today. This afternoon I finally fucked Jill." He expected her to be pissed off but she said, "I'm glad it finally happened. I'm tired of you thinking of her when we make love."

"You mean you knew about that?"

"How could I help it when you would call out her name?"

"I'm sorry but I couldn't help my self. She is just like you 20 years ago, and today she was as ready for me as I was for her. I guess this is just one more thing we will have to get over once we get off this island."

Guy woke up that night from a deep sleep. He had been dreaming he was getting a blowjob. When he woke he found out it wasn't a dream. Looking down he was surprised to find his daughter with his cock in her mouth. He looked over to see if Ann knew what was going on. She wasn't there. Jill pointed over toward the men's tarp. Ann was on her hands and knees between Juan's legs. She had his cock in her mouth and Carlos's cock buried in her cunt from behind. 

Guy's cock got even harder when he saw his wife with the two men. Even in the dark he could see the black ass of Carlos as he plunged away in his wife's cunt. 

Guy reached for Jill and turned her around so her pretty cunt was over his mouth. He pulled her down and sucked her clit before running his tongue in and out her cunt. Jill continued to suck as they completed the 69. 

All five came at about the same time. Ann was screaming for them to fuck her and Juan was shooting his load down her throat. Jill drained every drop from her father as he licked up her juice.

From that time on there was no pretense of hiding what was going on. They were on the island for another two months. All that time it was pretty much everybody doing what they liked. Jill had even fucked Carlos a few times. He could make her cum just from his shear size. The best for her was her father. 

Ann liked it best with two and some times all three men. Juan and Guy could take her to heights that she had never reached before. Carlos was only allowed in her cunt and sometimes she would try to give him a blowjob. She found out that he preferred to fuck Juan's wife. She could take all he had and asked for more. 

A boat put in to the island and they almost missed it. It was on the other side of the island. The men and their wives had been to the island before and knew about the pool. That is how they came to be rescued.

It had been almost a year since they returned home. Jill had finally entered college. Ann and Guy were back at home, but a lot had changed. They found that they missed having the freedom to do, as they wanted. Ann missed having Juan and even Carlos. Guy had even tried to get her to go to the young engineer, but she didn't like that idea.

One week Juan flew in with a load of supplies. He arrived late and it was dark before they finished unloading. Guy invited him to spend the night with them. When he arrived at home with Juan, he hadn't told Ann he was coming; Ann was just coming in from the beach. She was so glad to see him that she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him like the long lost lover he was. Ten minutes later they were all in bed together. Most of the night one or the other sometimes both had their cock in her. It was like old times on the island.

This became the regular way of doing things. Any time Juan could spend the night he was with Ann. Guy liked to watch them together almost as much as he liked to participate. Juan even brought his wife a few times. Guy liked making it with her but not as much as Ann enjoyed Juan. Juan wife was happy for him to stay with them and she stayed at home with Carlos. 

About once a month Juan would pick up Jill at school and fly her home for the weekend. Those were wonderful times for Jill and Guy. They would spend days in bed together while Ann and Juan did their thing. Guy knew that Juan sometimes fucked Jill on the way home, but once home she belonged to him. 

Life was good. Ann was getting the other man that she once dreamed about, and Guy was getting to watch them. He also had his daughter that he had once fantasized about. Juan had a beautiful white wife, even though she was married to someone else, and she could not get enough him. Carlos and Juan's wife had all the time together they wanted. Jill, now twenty years old, had been taught about sex by her father and Juan. She could count on all the sex she wanted each time she made a trip home. There was a good time had by all.



Crash



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Crash 

'I want you to pose naked for me.'

'I'm sorry. Did you just say...'

'That I want you to pose naked for me, yes.' I looked again at the rather elegant woman in the business suit standing before me, and tried to make some sense of the situation.

'But I just crashed into your car, and...'

'...and you have no insurance, yes, you just told me.' She smiled at my obvious confusion and discomfort. 'You've told me how sorry you are ...'

'....and that I'll pay for the damages.'

'... and that you'll pay for any damages. I was just trying to explain to you how I would like you to pay. You were driving your car,' she glanced questioningly at my fifteen year old Volkswagen, 'without insurance, which is a crime, one that I should bring to the attention of the police.'

'No, not the police!' I blurted out. 'Just let me pay, it can't come to so much and I know I can get you the money.'

'Yes dear, but I don't want your money. I told you, if you want to pay then you can do so by posing naked for me, right now, all right? So you choose, should we call the police or will you come into my house and pose for me?' She had taken a mobile phone out of her handbag and put on reading glasses to study it as if about to dial. She reminded me of a head teacher I once had at school. I could feel my heart beating loudly in my chest and I was feeling faint. It was a hot day. I had only taken my eyes off the road for just a few seconds to check my make-up and then crunch! 

Her car was a new Mercedes, one of those flashy sports ones and it now had a big dent in the front side with little smudges of green paint on its sleek silver bodywork from Leo, my poor old VW.

'I'm sorry dear and I hate to rush you. Maybe we should just let the police work this out.' She started to dial the phone.

'No! Please.' She looked over at me as if surprised I'd spoken. 'Are you sure I can't just...' But I knew there was no point offering money again. This woman had enough money; that was obvious. It was pose for her smutty photos or talk to the police. 'Who would see these photo's .... if I agreed.' I stammered, blushing furiously. 'I've never posed nude before, not for anyone.'

She folded the phone and put it carefully back in the bag, closing it with a snap. Looking me up and down, she smiled at my nervous predicament. 'Nobody would ever see the pictures but me, my dear ...?'

'Josie,' I replied softly drawing a deep breath.

'...my dear, Josie. You might say I am a collector. The pictures would be as tasteful as we both agree for them to be, but please understand I will want you to be naked and to pose in an extremely provocative way for me.'

'But you're a woman,' I blurted, and then bit my lip before I said anything else stupid.

'Yes, dear, but I like girls. Pretty girls like you. Now park your car over there and come into the house.' She reversed the Mercedes into the driveway and waited while I moved my car, smiling as I got out and walked towards her clutching my bag to my chest. My head was a whirl of emotions and my legs were threatening to give way under me. I felt like crying. She smiled, turned her back on me and marched up the pathway to the front door of a very impressive house. She appeared to be in her early forties and was dressed in a black suit with a tight black skirt as if she really was a head teacher to some top school, or maybe a solicitor. Beneath the skirt I could see she wore seamed black stockings, and very high heals and a white blouse under the jacket – she was very attractive, but still scared me. She held the door open for me and I walked in to a beautiful house.

'Put your bag on the table there and follow me.' I did as she instructed and followed, glancing round at the rich furnishings, paintings and objects of art that were displayed everywhere as I did so. She led me into a huge sitting room and, picking up a remote control, turned on some light music. It was cold in the room as if it were air-conditioned and I rubbed my arms.

'I'm sorry it's a bit chilly in here, we're having some problems in the house ... drink?' she didn't wait for me to answer but poured me a glass of white wine, which I took gratefully. I immediately drained half and then coughed before putting it down on a glass coffee table. I watched as she took out an expensive looking camera and felt sick with nerves as the reality of the situation crashed into me again - I drank the rest of the wine.

'Nervous?' she smiled at me as I nodded. 'Well don't be. You're a very lucky girl. You could be talking to the police right now, about why you were driving without insurance. They might well have taken your license away or even locked you up. You do have a license do you?' I nodded. 'Good.' 'Well you're so pretty, and I love your dress, it shows off your charms so well. Have you ever modelled?' 

I shook my head and looked down at my dress, then heard the camera click as I smoothed it over my hips – I felt myself blush again. It was a white cotton summer dress with thin shoulder straps leaving my arms cold and bare, with a pretty lace hem and more lace around the low neckline that I now felt showed far too much of my ample cleavage. Small pearl buttons ran down the front to my waist; it was one of my favourite dresses.

'Click'

'Yes, I think we can keep the shoes on, they'll show your legs nicely, it's a shame you aren't wearing stockings ....' she seemed to be thinking for a moment and I stood waiting, shivering from both cold and fear, wondering what on earth I was supposed to do. She shook her head. 'No, lets just play with what you're wearing. You really are so pretty – I love your breasts.' I blushed again despite the chill of the room and my arms came up to cover my chest.

'Click'

'What knickers are you wearing? Lift your skirt and show me.' The camera came up to her eye again and I froze.

'Show you my ...?'

'Lift your skirt, girl. Now! Stop dithering and do as you're told or there will be no alternative other than the police ... now!'

I jumped, as If I had been slapped and pulled at my skirt, gathering it quickly above my knickers.

'Slowly, Josie, slowly.'

'Click, click, click.'

I felt stupid. Holding up my skirt while a stranger took photos of me exposing my knickers. I glanced down and looked at my legs and my feet in their white healed sandals. 

'Click, click.'

'Pull you're knickers higher up on your hips for me Josie ...' I lifted my skirt a little more with my left hand and then pulled my white lacy knickers higher up my hips. '...mmm, better. That looks much sexier.'

She had me lift my foot onto the coffee table holding my skirt out to the side, and even expected me to smile! I was still blushing and incredibly embarrassed as I was next told to; 'turn around, bend forward, and then lift your skirt high, pushing your bottom out...'

I couldn't. I sighed and felt like crying. This was horrible. I let my skirt fall, reached for the glass and she poured me more wine. I think she could see how upset I was getting.

'Josie, listen to me. You're in a bad situation and you're only making it worse. You could at least try to enjoy it. You have to do as I say ... anything and everything. You crashed into my car. You have no insurance, and you've been drinking.'

'But...' I stammered, hastily putting the glass down. 'I hadn't drunk anything when ...'

'Well the police aren't going to know that are they? Listen, let's make this easier for you shall we? You are going to pose for some naughty, sexy pictures, and there is no way out, so get used to it. And just so that you don't think this will end any other way, I want you to undo your top and expose your breasts before we go any further ... now! 

I felt a tear slide down my cheek and then fumbled with the tiny pearl buttons of my dress – I could feel my breasts pushing against the fabric eager to be free. 

'Mmmm, they look loverly. What size bra do you wear?'

'34D' I mumbled, not daring to look at her. I undid the buttons and then glanced up at her, but saw no escape, so with a sigh continued, pulling the dress to either side revealing my bra and then pulled the left cup down to free my breast. The moment it was exposed, my nipple immediately puckered and hardened making my embarrassment obvious. Ignoring a shiver of humiliation, I did the same to my right breast and then pulled and lifted each nipple in turn to tuck the bra cups underneath to make them as presentable as possible.

'Push your chest out, be proud of what you have, Josie.' I did as I was told, and blushed as I felt my exposed breasts studied by lust-filled eyes. I then drew in a breath of horror as she reached out and softly stroke each breast feeling the weight of each one before drawing red-lacquered nails over the puckered skin of my aureoles then tugging softly, drawing on each nipple. I fought to stop myself covering my chest.

'My dear, they're beautiful, you're most certainly a 'D' cup.' I watched as she brought the camera in for a close-up of each nipple. 'Click, click.' I simply stood there, petrified with my arms crossed beneath my breasts, still desperately resisting the need to cover them.

'Please...'

'Shh,' she bent down towards my left breast and, as her mouth parted, I closed my eyes tight, feeling the wet warmth of her mouth close around my so terribly sensitive erect nipple. 

'ooohh...' I couldn't help it. I glanced down and watched as she did the same to the other nipple, entranced and unable to move as an incredible tremor travelled through me. I was gasping as she rose in front of me and didn't resist as she leant forward and kissed me softly on the lips.

'Now, you will do as you're told won't you, Josie dear? Please turn around and bend over.'

I did as I was told. The wine must have gone to my head. I could see no other way than to do as she asked of me and to be honest, part of me was enjoying the attention. I turned and bent over. My breasts, swinging free, feeling swollen, the nipples cold, hard and tingling as her saliva dried.

'Bend over more, darling.' I did, and put my hands down on the coffee table to support myself. I felt my skirt being pulled up over my back and didn't resist as my knickers were drawn down around my knees. I stared at my reflection in the glass coffee table as the camera clicked behind me and felt flushed and slightly sick. I don't know if it was the wine or the awful situation this woman had put me in but ... she took my left hand and brought it around to my bottom.

'I want you to hold the cheeks of your bottom apart, Josie.'

I looked around at her, 'please ... don't make me ...'

'Please ... Mistress?' She arched an eyebrow and smiled at me.

'Please, Mistress. Don't ask me to ...owww!' Her hand had come down sharply sending a jolting sting through me.

'and I'll smack you again if you keep being naughty.' She took my hand and put it back on my bottom. 'Now be a good girl and pull your cheeks apart. Remember, I could call the police and insist they breathalyse you so you have to do as I say. Driving under the influence of alcohol without insurance would mean losing your license and, almost certainly, a term in prison.

I rubbed my bottom and reluctantly pulled on my right cheek, instantly feeling how my anus was exposed to the cool air and then how wet my pussy was getting.

'Mmm, I love the way you've shaved; so naked and exposed.' I felt her hand slide between my legs to feel if I had any pubic hair at all. I did, but only a thin line. 'Mmm, Josie you naughty girl. Hold your pussy open for me and push out your bottom – keep your legs straight.' I did as she asked and heard the camera click several times. It would have been more comfortable if I could let my knickers drop to the floor and take off my shoes, they might not be the very high heels she would have preferred but they were high enough to uncomfortable posing like this. I started as her hand caressed the inside of my thighs and I closed my eyes and bit my lip, still holding y bottom cheeks apart as her hand moved closer and closer to my pussy – I pushed my bottom out further inviting her caress.

One slim finger gently pushed past the wet resistance to my vagina and I felt it enter me, I stifled a small groan of pleasure. The finger slipped in and then out of me several times before it was joined by a second.

'You have a lovely wet cunt, Josie. Keep your lips spread for me.'

I tried to do as she asked, even though my legs were beginning to cramp, but then had to bring my left hand down to the table to support myself and was rewarded with a hard slap to my bottom. The fingers returned to fill me and for a few moments, the feeling of being fucked hard consumed me. Her free hand was wandering all over my exposed flesh. Pinching my bottom before tickling and teasing my exposed anus. I flinched at the first touch then pushed back to welcome an intrusion, but the caresses moved away.

'You're a dirty little lesbian slut really aren't you, Josie?'

'No ... it's just...'

'You want me to fuck your ass with my finger don't you?' The pressure of her finger returned as her other hand continued to slide in and out of my hot aching pussy. 'Don't you Josie?' she insisted. 'Would you like to feel my finger in your ass?' She slowly withdrew the fingers from my pussy, and then trailed the wet juices covering them over my anus. I let out an involuntary moan and her hand came around to my face. She forced her wet fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them greedily. 

'You have to answer me, Josie, or I just have to fuck your mouth as well. Now tell me how you want me to put my finger into your ass as well as playing with your cunt.' The fingers returned to my pussy, filling me once more. It felt like she was using her thumb to rub and tease against my anus while her little finger rubbed my clitoris. 'Tell me Josie!' Her other hand came down in a stinging slap on my bottom. 'Slap!'

'Ow! Yes, mistress ...' I groaned.

'Ahhh, so you can still speak. I thought you had forgotten how.' I felt my left breast fondled and then the nipple was pinched, hard followed by several hard slaps – 'Slap, Slap, Slap!'

'Please ... just do what you want with me ...' I didn't care anymore. Part of me was still revolted at what this woman was doing to me, but another part of me had found a role that consumed me. It was a feeling I didn't want to end and I both loved and hated myself for it.

Tell me what you want.

'Anything ...'

'Anything? Do you like this? As the three fingers from her left hand continued to slip in and out of my pussy, I felt a finger from her right hand slide over my anus, pushing slightly as it circled.

'Yes.' I managed.

'Then ask me nicely to put it in your ass.'

'Please, mistress. Put your finger in my ass.'

'No.' The finger pushed but she refused to let it slip in. But I'll put two fingers in for you.' She switched hands so that her left hand came up, wet and slick from my pussy, and as her right hand took over fucking my pussy, two very wet fingers found my anus and slowly forced their way in. I groaned and almost collapsed but caught myself and straightened my legs, pushing my bottom out to her. It was both painful and pleasurable, a new sensation as her fingers touched within me, separated by so little. I screamed as an orgasm ripped through me and finally collapsed to the floor. Her fingers were removed from my tortured body and I was aware of her moving around me.

'Get up.' I felt my hair pulled and I was forced to my knees. She dragged me across to an armchair, sat down and pulled up her skirts. I watched in a daze as she quickly removed her knickers then grabbed me by the hair again. I only had time to meekly whisper no, as I realised what she was going to make me do, and then I was dragged forward and my face pushed into her wet pussy. It was shaven to a soft pink perfection, very wet and ... delicious! I licked softly at first but then became excited again by what I was being made to do and lapped at her with enthusiasm. I used one hand to hold her open while the other pinched at my own nipples until they hurt.

She turned over, pushing out her bottom. 'Lick my cunt, and my ass, you little slut, and do it properly.

'Yes mistress,' I mumbled as I flipped her skirt up and looked down at her gaping pussy and small puckered ass hole. 

Once she was done with me, we both dressed and left the house and I was surprised to see that the Mercedes had gone.

'It was a hire car, my dear. I will be calling you in a few days, and when I call, I want you to come running, do you understand. She kissed me without waiting for an answer, her tongue forced its way into my mouth and then she pushed me away. 'Be a good girl for me.'

'Yes, mistress.' I bobbed a curtsey because it felt like the right thing to do, flashed her a big smile, and backed towards my car.

'Josie,'

'Yes, mistress?'

'I will be wanting you to dress more provocatively for me next time.'

'Yes, mistress.'

'Possibly stocking and lingerie, possibly an outfit of some kind that I hope you will find embarrassing to wear.'

'Yes, mistress.'

'Show me your breasts, Josie.'

'Yes, mistress.' Without hesitation I placed my bag on the pavement, glanced nervously around as I fumbled with my buttons, then pulled my blouse to either side and lifted my breasts free of their bra cups. I pulled my nipples erect then pushed my chest out to her wanting more than anything to please her.

'Good girl, Josie.' A cab pulled up and I quickly covered up. With a last wave, she was gone, and I was already waiting for her call, I knew a new Josie had been born, and I smiled. 

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Crash



The car came out of nowhere. At least that's what it seemed like. The lights had turned to green, Tony had started to move off and we were half-way across when there was this almighty crash and the car was spun around in a circle. When the world stopped spinning, and my brain started working again, I realized we'd been hit - and hard - by someone running a red light.

The engine had stopped in the melee, and there was a sudden, profound silence, punctuated by Tony's muffled curses.

"Hey, man. You okay?" I said, realizing that I seemed to be unhurt, but then we'd been hit on the driver's side, and Tony was driving, not me.

"I'm not sure," Tony said, and I turned to him, alarmed, startled to see his face all bloody, blood which later turned out to be from a mostly superficial cut on his scalp, but the bodywork of the car on his side had been caved in, the safety glass of the side windshield - and the main windshield, come to that - had disintegrated, and it looked like his leg was trapped. He reached down, and I saw his face whiten, his gasp clearly audible, before he turned to me, "I think my leg's been broken," he said, strain - pain - in his voice.

The world outside had come to life, and someone loomed up, a passer-by, maybe another driver, looking worried.

"Are you guys okay?"

"I am, I think my friend has a broken leg," I said.

"I called the police, and the ambulance service," said the stranger.

"What happened to the other car?"

"It's in the ditch just past the intersection."

"What about the driver?"

"I think he's drunk," said the stranger, a disgusted tone in his voice.

"At ten in the morning?" I said, startled.

"Yeah, I know. Can you get out?"

I tried my door, and with a lot of shoving, and with the other guy pulling, got it open. Out of the car, I looked around. There were quite a few people around, and several cars behind us had stopped, with people showing the unmistakable, avid curiosity of those not involved. I moved around to Tony's side of the car and winced. Side protection or not, the other car had hit us just forward of the pillar between front and rear doors, and the driver's side door was a crumpled mess of metal. I heaved on the handle. Nothing. Tony glanced up at me and gave me a wry smile. And passed out. Alarmed, I felt for his pulse. Strong and steady, and I relaxed.

"Passed out?" said the stranger.

"Yeah. His pulse is steady."

"Possibly for the best. There's nothing anyone can do until someone brings some cutting gear." He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, and passed me a business card. "You'd better take that, in case you need a witness. I was right behind you, and you didn't move until the green." He gave me a wry smile. "Several seconds after the green, in fact. I was just about to hit the horn and wake you up. If you'd gone immediately the light was green, that idiot would have hit me, instead."

"We were discussing the game," I said, matching his smile. "Tony's brother was playing." I pointed. "That's Tony."

We could hear sirens getting closer, and a few moments later the junction was busy with uniforms. There was confusion for a few minutes until cutting gear was organized, but about half an hour after we'd been hit, Tony was in Emergency being treated for his injuries. I sat, helpless, and waited. It was about forty minutes later when a tired doctor came over to me.

"Are you Andrew Gillespie?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"I'm Doctor Collins. Are you a relative of Mr. Larsen?"

"No, just a friend."

"Is there anyone who should be informed?"

"Tony's parents are in Australia, on holiday. We're staying with his aunt for a week or two, a break from college."

"Perhaps she should be told?"

"Of course, I'll do it straight away. But first, how is he? So I can let her know?"

He nodded. "Superficial cuts, messy, but unlikely to leave any significant scarring; I'm pretty sure they're all from the broken windshields. He has a cracked rib, and a broken leg. It's a bad break, two places, and we're going to need to keep him in for a little while, to make sure it starts to heal properly."

"Nothing life-threatening?"

The doctor gave me a tired smile. "Nothing as bad as that, but he won't be running for a while. You'll make that call?"

"Straight away."

"If his aunt wants to ask any questions, check at the nursing station." He pointed. "They'll know where I am." He nodded, gave me another tired smile and went off to his next emergency. I finally remembered the phone in my pocket, and went out into the fresh summer morning to ring Tony's aunt. His aunt Lucy. His aunt Lucy who had peopled my dreams ever since I'd met her a week earlier. His aunt Lucy whose imagined nakedness had occupied my mind every time I'd masturbated, something which had happened a lot since Tony and I had arrived to stay with her. There was no doubt in me at all, that Lucy McKeen, thirty-something, divorced, and living alone in a lovely house, with its own indoor swimming pool in a converted barn, was a very desirable woman. Very. Chances of anything happening between us? Her in her thirties, and me just beginning college? Somewhere between infinitesimal and zero was my best guess.

She answered after a short delay, slightly breathless. "Hello?"

"Um, Lucy. Hi, it's Andrew, Andrew Gillespie."

"Oh, hi, Andy. Sorry, I was in the pool. Something up?" There was no alarm in her tone, and I guessed she thought we'd run out of gas, or something.

"Um, yes, I'm afraid there is. We've been in an accident. Tony's leg has been broken."

There was a gasp, and then her urgent, but calm, not panicking, tone. "Where is he, and where are you?"

"He's in St. Agnes'. We're in emergency. I'm in the waiting room."

"Stay put. I'll be there just as soon as I can. Okay?"

"Yes," I said. I started to say something else, but the line was dead. I shrugged and went back inside to wait. It didn't take her long to reach the hospital, and I stood as she hurried through the door. She came straight to me.

"How is he?"

I smiled. "Sedated, I think. The doctor said it was a bad break, but there's nothing life-threatening. He has a few cuts, from flying glass, and a cracked rib, as well."

"Who's the doctor? Can I speak to him?" She paused, giving me a half-smile. "Or is it a her?

"It's a he. Doctor Collins. He said to ask at the nurses' station over there."

"Right," she said, and she was away. I watched the neat tick-tock of her ass as she moved away, in absorbed admiration of the poetry in motion of a good-looking woman.

It was another twenty minutes before I even spoke to her again, but she'd seen the doctor, seen Tony, organized contact numbers, and was on top of the situation in her usual efficient way. The hospital had told us that Tony wouldn't be really awake until the evening and we should come back then, and it was only when we reached her car to go back home that she faltered. She held her car keys out to me, and her hand was trembling.

"Will you drive, Andy? Suddenly, I'm shaking."

"Reaction, probably," I said, and she gave me a hesitant smile.

"Reaction, definitely." She sighed, then drew a deep breath. "I was worried."

"Of course you were, Tony's your nephew."

"Yes, but it wasn't just Tony, Andy. You as well." I glanced at her, but there was only honest concern on her face that I could see. We'd reached her car by then and I opened the door for her, then took my place behind the wheel.

"What actually happened, Andy?" she said as we fastened our seat belts.

"We were at a red light, at the Lake Road junction?"

"Yes, I know where you mean. And?"

"The lights changed to green, Tony started off, and this idiot ran the red light and hit us square on the driver's side. Next thing I knew, we'd been spun completely round, the engine had stopped and there was this awful silence, until Tony groaned."

"Witnesses?"

"Yes. Plenty. The car behind, the driver gave me his business card. We were a bit slow moving off when the lights changed, and he said if we'd been off the line quicker it would have been him that got hit. I think he's happy to be a witness, if necessary."

"What about the other driver?"

"He couldn't stand when the police took him away, he was so drunk."

Lucy nodded. "That explains things." She was quiet after that, sitting back with her eyes closed. I took surreptitious glances at her as I drove, and there was no doubt in my mind that Lucy McKeen was one of the loveliest women I had ever encountered. I could still remember the instant desire - okay, I'll be honest, lust - I'd felt when I first saw her in her bikini. Quite modest compared to some I'd seen, but she was still an instant erection inducer, and it was only by diving into the pool and forcing myself to cool down that I'd been able to face her.

"We're here," I said as I turned into her driveway.

"Just leave the car at the door, as we'll need it later, to go and see Tony."

A couple of minutes later, I followed her into the house. I closed the door behind us and Lucy turned to me, her face crumpling as she burst into tears, reaching blindly for me. I took her in my arms, just holding her as she cried, but even just holding her was too much for my hormones and I could feel my erection building. I tried to hold myself away from Lucy, and I think at first I succeeded, but as she brought herself under control, she hugged me, just as a thank-you, I think, but there was no way she could miss what she was pressing against. She looked up at me, startled, and I flushed. There was a curious look on her face as she dashed away her tears with the back of her hand.

"Is that for me?" she said, her voice very soft.

I could feel my flush deepen. "Oh, god, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to offend you."

Incredibly, she smiled, shaking her head. "I'm not offended, Andy. An honest-to-god erection is a compliment to a woman." She tilted her head, a half-smile curving her lips. "But why me?"

"Why you?" I said, flushing even more as I heard my voice cracking. "Because you're a warm, and lovely, and - and - and - sexy woman, and you turn me on!"

"I do?" she said, her voice still soft. She laughed, soft, warm. "You know something?"

"What?" I managed to say.

"I'm also - how old are you, Andy?"

"Nineteen. Twenty next month."

"I'm also twelve years older than you. Know something else?"

I shook my head.

Putting her arms around my neck, she drew my head down and kissed me, quick and soft. "You, young man, are a virile young male who turns me on."

I stared at her. In shock, I think, but she nodded. "It's true, Andy. I've been fantasizing about you, too." She laughed, smiling at me. "Ever since I saw the bulge in your swim shorts at the pool. In case you're wondering, that fantasy involves us both being naked and indulging in some hot and sweaty fucking."

Startled - hell, no, shocked - I tried to speak, swallowed the sudden huge lump in my throat, and tried again. "Funny, so does mine." I looked away for a moment, then back at her. "Why me?" I almost laughed at repeating her words.

She smiled, and I think she was fighting a laugh of her own. "Why you? I don't really know, Andy, except that you're intelligent, polite, friendly, good-looking and, well, I don't really know what. Heck, maybe it's because I like the way you smell."

I stared at her. "The way I smell? You're joking!"

She shook her head, smiling. "True, Andy." She sobered. "Like I said, who knows what attracts people to each other, because I certainly don't. I do know that I masturbated before I could get to sleep last night, and it was you that I was thinking about."

I gave her a rueful smile. "So did I, thinking about you."

Lucy laughed. "We're a pair, aren't we." She cocked her head. "So, do you want your fantasy to come true?" she asked softly, and I managed to nod. "I do, too," she said, then grinned. "Anyway, we have to do something while we're waiting to visit Tony, and there's a nice big, double bed upstairs.

"Lucy, Mrs McKeen, are you sure?"

"Oh, yes. Dead certain, Andy," she said, smiling at me, her eyes warm. "I want to be fucked and you're elected. And I think you'd better carry on calling me Lucy, don't you? Yes, of course you do. Come on, bedtime," she said, taking my hand and leading me up to her bedroom.

The drapes were open, but the view was open country, and she left them open. Turning to me, she began to unbutton her blouse, tugging it from her skirt, opening it, letting it slide down her arms and off, onto the floor. I was rooted to the spot, and I could no more have looked away than I could have flown. She raised her brows and nodded, and belatedly I got the message, kicking off my sneakers and unzipping my jeans. By the time Lucy was down to bra and panties, brief and lacy bra and panties, I was down to my under shorts. Undershoots with a growing bulge in them.

She moved across to me and gave the bulge a friendly squeeze, making me gasp, then twined her arms around my neck, turning her face up for my kiss. A long kiss, a hot kiss, a kiss with a lot of promise in it, from both of us. After an aeon or two she eased herself away, and I noted absently that her breathing had quickened. Quite a lot, in fact. She reached out, taking my hand and putting it between her breasts.

"It fastens at the front," she said, watching my eyes as I fumbled with the bra catch. I couldn't hide the pleasure I felt when I finally saw her breasts. Beautiful, they are, full, round, barely a trace of any sag. I think her bra was for decoration as much as for support, because it was lacy, light, and barely covered her nipples. I think I took her by surprise, because I couldn't resist the sudden urge to lay a quick, light kiss on each nipple, feeling them harden instantly at the touch of my mouth.

I looked up, and she smiled. "Take my panties off," she said, her voice a throaty invitation, and my prick responded by getting even harder as I went to my knees, my hands going to the waistband, tugging gently, sliding the soaking nylon and cotton down her legs. Her pubic hair was tidied to her bikini line, and I could smell the exciting scent of the female human animal in heat. I looked up and she pulled me up into another hot kiss.

Gently, she broke the kiss, smiling into my eyes. "My turn," she said, her voice a caress, dropping to her knees before me, reaching for the waistband on my under shorts, tugging them down. She struggled a bit getting the waistband over my erection, and I heard her gasp as she saw it. I'm not huge, but a bit of surreptitious research in the locker room after football had told me I needn't be ashamed of what I was offering her.

With my shorts at my feet she leaned forward, her mouth encircling the purple head of my hot and hard weapon. I couldn't help a gasp of my own as I felt her warm, wet, talented mouth take me in, and I think she was trying not to giggle.

She took about half of me into her mouth, her lips pursed in an 'O' around me, then moved back and forth for a few strokes, before she let me slip from her mouth with a soft 'pop.' Standing, she pushed me back until my knees caught the edge of the bed, then pushed a little harder until I fell over backwards onto the bed, shuffling up until my head was on the pillow. She moved quickly, kneeling astride me, moving forward until she was poised above me. There was a soft smile on her face, a smile combining anticipation, pleasure and naked want, and I was staggered to think it was me that was causing that expression. She looked up, into my eyes.

"Done this before, Andy?" she said.

"Not like this," I managed to say.

"Girl, or woman?"

"Girl."

"Never a woman?"

I shook my head, and she smiled, taking my erection in her hand and guiding it to her opening, lowering herself onto me until an inch or so of me was inside her. She took her hand away and paused, looking up at me, holding my eyes as she lowered herself onto me.

I groaned as I felt her envelop me, feeling the scalding cling of her on me, feeling the friction building and she lifted herself, spreading her juices, lowering herself again. Once more, and her bottom was on my thighs. She squeezed down on me and my eyes closed, my head going back, my breathing quickening. She bent, sucking at my male nipple, letting me feel her teeth, then lowering herself onto me, laying herself the length of me, warm and soft and just a little heavy, for such a slender woman.

"Turn us over," she said, and with a little help from her, I was on top, smiling down at her, feeling her tight and snug around me, her hands warm on my shoulders. She stretched up and kissed me. "Fuck me, Andy," she said, and I began to move, pulling back, almost out, then pushing back into her, filling her, then emptying her again.

There was a look of total absorption on her face and I realized it was probably mirrored on my own, because I was totally involved in the wonderful sensation of feeling myself buried in her warmth and wetness. I think Lucy was enjoying it too - fuck, I hoped to hell she was - because her knees came up to grip me, her heels urging me into her. I was trying desperately not to come, but I could feel the pressure building, and I knew I couldn't last much longer.

I was panting by then, and she squeezed down on me with her internal muscles. It was too much for me, and with an inarticulate cry, I was driving into her, my hips bucking, as my climax took me over the edge. It was a moment or two before I could manage to speak, and I gave her a wry smile.

"I came too soon."

"This time, yes, but not next time," she said, grinning, stretching up to kiss me. "You didn't think you were going to get away with just the once, did you? Ease out, lover, and we'll have a shower before we play again."

I could feel a broad grin on my face, as I eased myself from her, sitting back on my heels. She swung her leg over my head, startling me with a fleeting glimpse of her pussy, and got to her feet, holding out her hand. I took it, standing, and she led me to the shower.

The showering was fun, as we played with each other, washing, stroking, caressing, kissing, being kissed. I was probably having too much fun, but there was no way I was stopping unless I had to, and we had to, because the water cooled. Making a face, Lucy turned off the shower and reached for towels, carefully drying my prick and balls, which she'd washed at least six times on various pretexts. But then, her breasts and pussy were pretty clean, too.

Dry, she glanced at the clock, and my eyes followed hers. Three-forty. Wow! So soon!

"Wanna eat?" she said.

"Only you."

She flushed. "Eat me?" she whispered. I nodded, smiling. "Yes, please," she managed to say, and I think I startled her by picking her up, carrying her back into the bedroom and laying her on the bed. There was a flush on her face as she hesitantly spread her legs and I settled myself between them.

I looked up, smiling. "Beautiful," I said, and she gave me a smile. I bent to her, breathing deeply, relishing the aroma of her, rich, strong, stimulating. I extended my tongue and ran it the length of her slit, from ass to clit, and she gasped, her legs clamping my ears briefly before she let them drop back, her breathing heavy in my ears. I let my tongue get busy, sliding along her slit, spearing into her core, licking at the junction of her thighs. When I let my tongue play with her clit, she gasped and her knees clamped my ears again, easing as my tongue speared into her.

She caught my eye as I drank her juices and I winked. She blew me a kiss and her eyes closed as she abandoned herself to the sensations, her fingers in my hair, moving aimlessly as the heat built in her. My tongue flicked across her clit and she jumped, fingers tightening involuntarily, then as my mouth closed on her clit, sucking, letting her feel my teeth, her knees clamped on my ears, her fingers tight in my hair, her belly rippling, a tight scream of ecstasy strangled in her throat as her climax washed over her.




Crash



I was lying in bed Tuesday evening trying to fall asleep. I was replaying in my mind all the wonderful things you did for me. Everything went so fast that afternoon; I was playing it back in slow motion and savoring each experiment that took place. I was lying on your chest, being peaceful, content and serene. And BAM, I went from a beautiful sexual high to an all time "CRASH". Like coming down from a horrible drug high or a sugar rush high. I started weeping. 

I'm lying on your chest with my eyes closed, listening to your chest move up and down, resting from exhaustion and I hear your fingers tapping away on the phone. I open one eye to see what you were doing. And I see that you are texting Laura." Thanks for calling. It's like Vancouver. Love you." I close my eyes and pretend I didn't see. But I did see and I am ashamed for feeling betrayed as I lay in your arms. 

The logic side of my brain is telling me, why are you having a reaction to seeing such intimacy, after all, Laura did call earlier and you were responding to her call. Why would the act of seeing you do so, upset me so? But it did upset me and I began to feel empty side, very empty. What am I doing? Why am I doing this to myself pretending that the sex is going to make me feel better?

I will never have what you have with your wife. The intimacy I long for. I know that what you lack in your marriage is sex. And that is what I can give you. I too am missing sex in my marriage. But I am also missing so many more things than you. And I long for those to return. That moment of intimacy with your wife after the vacation you had, I know it was good for you. Part of you wanted to continue the wonderful time spent together being close and sharing. I get it. I understand it. 

I want it for me.

You are amazing Arie. You fulfill one of my needs as I do yours. However, I'm realizing that I have so many more that need to be fixed. And when it smacks me in the face, I hurt for it. And I guess your text did just that. I wanted to tell you that at lunch, but when I saw you and how happy you were and those big brown eyes looking at me so carefree, I didn't want to ruin it.

I know what we have, truly I do. It's purely sexual. And I really thought I was able to separate sex from feelings. I thought if I could have sex like a man purely to just have sex without guilt, feelings or emotions, it would be fun. But I'm finding the more time I spend with you the more I cannot be that man. You are not like my other affairs. We spend a great deal of time together. Plus you want to do things with me, which confuses me. I'm getting mixed signals.

So why don't I just quit you? 

You have become my drug. The high you give me, is something no drug has ever been able to do. You take me on a trip I don't want to let go of. And when I do see you and your big brown eyes, I melt and push all those intimate feelings I think I have behind my wall. Hoping I can get one more fix of you. I want to taste you, to feel you, to feel your hands caressing my body, for you to be inside me. Because when you are inside me you light me up. You energize me from the inside out. You make me feel how I want to feel all the time, alive, wanted, desired, appreciated. How can I refuse that? And I know you too desire the same feeling.

As I said in my text, my head (logic), my heart (emotion) and my body (physical) are all playing tug-o-war with each other. Each attribute is trying to overturn the other. Part of me wants to quit; the other part of me doesn't want it ever to stop. I battle my own demons. The angel and devil are perched on my shoulder yelling in my ear. "Go see him, you miss him, you want him," and "Don't respond to his text, tell him you're not available."

I know it's a lot to take in. Be gentle.



Crash and Burn



Usual Words. This story is a work of fiction, no inference with real people or events is intended. You must be 18 to read this story. If your not, just read it anyway. You might learn something.

Feedback and constructive criticism would be nice. I can’t get better at this unless you guys give me some input. The address is petervongrunigan28@yahoo.co.uk

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“Action!”

Within a second the body was pushed off the ledge, the wooden decking shattered and the person landed on the blue crash mats below, blonde hair splaying everywhere.

The fury in the director’s voice was evident as he shouted cut, and I knew what was coming next.

“We’re going again tomorrow morning, this shot has to be perfect, rig it up again.”

He said with a sideways stare at me, daring me to contradict him.

Matching his expression I turned back towards the exit and the workshops, not looking forward to the lads’ expressions when I told them it would be overtime tonight.

As I exited the sound stage, Kirsten Dunst climbed off the support rig and looked apologetically at the director.

“Sorry, I’ll get it right next time”

“No problem Kirsten” replied Jeremy.

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Contemplating a late night at the office I marched across the car park, my mood not improved after being asked for ID by the security guards. I couldn’t really blame them; I must have looked a right tramp in a donkey jacket and trousers covered in oil and grease.

At 6:05 I entered the machine shop and went to the staff room to find my crew. Only 6 men, but we produce the work of 60. I put on my best apologetic face.

“Sorry guys, they want to go again first thing, we need to have another unit ready by then.” I braced myself for the backlash.

Pissed off faces greeted me. 

“Boss, that’s a 3 hour job, its already gone 6:00, and the match is on later.”

I tried to put a positive spin on the crap situation

“Yeah and if we hurry we might get back for the second half. So lets get a move on guys.”

You might think creating a wooden deck for someone to fall through is easy. Think again. In film world we have to defy the laws of physics, so instead of debris falling inwards towards the point of impact, it has to fall in a nice circle around the actress, in this case Kirsten Dunst, who had just caused me major problems after failing 3 times to get the take the director wanted. I mildly considered adapting the next platform to withstand the impact and at least hurt her back, maybe repaying for some of the wasted time she’d caused me. 

In this scene she was being pushed off the top of a building, crashing through a support structure and plummeting to her death. However, the crash mats would stop her after 5 feet, and a stuntwomen would do the rest somewhere in London. 

We finished the new unit at 8:45, and I told the rest of the lads to get off home while I locked up for the night. Surveying the deserted workshop I couldn’t help but feel that my first time in charge of the Manufacturing and Special Effects unit was jinxed. I’d already encountered failed engines, more repair bills that you could shake a stick at, and a particularly annoying director by the name of Jeremy Stanton. One of the up and coming British directors on the scene, out of the Sam Mendes mould this guy was something else. This was his first big action picture, the backers were pinning several millions on him and he knew success was vital. That pressure on him made him particularly hard to work with though.

This film slightly differed from the usual studio backed picture. A private British consortium had backed the film, the budget was estimated at around 40million. Snaring Kirsten Dunst was no mean feat and the publicity meant that the film was expected to big, hopefully the opposite of its title, “Crash and Burn”. 

Noting the darkness outside I moved around the halls, switching the lights off, the final few casting a perfect silhouette of my frame onto the walls. I’m only 5’ 11’’ but physically stocky I was sure I could take Jeremy down if he ever pushed me to it, something he seemed determined to do. Running both hands across my face and through my short dark hair I tried to refocus on the task in hand.

As I backed out of the double door and fumbled with the latches I heard footsteps behind me, perfectly in time with the church bells just audible in the distance. Turning to greet my visitor I was somewhat surprised to see Ms Dunst, assuming that she would already be at her hotel for the night, comfortably watching TV while the rest of us were slaving away.

Before I could get any sort of question in she offered me her hand.

“Hi I’m Kirsten”

“Kevin”, I responded, giving the soft hand a light shake.

“You’re the guy I wanted to see”, she said. 

“I understand that I’ve been causing the special effects department some extra work recently.”

With a small chuckle I added, “You could say that”.

She responded with a light laugh of her own. “Anyway, I just wanted to come over and apologise to your guys for making you work all this overtime”

I was quite stunned at this statement, in my few years on films I’d never known such an empathetic actress, mostly it’s a “them and us” scenario, with us being the brawn behind their brains. Totally untrue, but a believed fallacy anyway.

“Well, all the lads have gone home, but I’ll certainly pass on your words to them, I’m sure it will mean something to them, makes them feel appreciated. How come you’re still here, anyway, are they still shooting over there?

“No, they finished at 6, but I stayed behind to practise this stunt, I really don’t want to screw it up again. The crew are annoyed enough with me as it is.”

“Is this you’re first time on an action film?” I pressed

She looked at me with a quizzical expression before replying. “I did Spiderman last year, quite a big action film you know.

Ironically, even though I worked on films I wasn’t interested in them at all, hence I knew nothing of Kirsten’s career to date. Nothing of her even. I spoke.

“I’m not really into films, I’ll take you’re word for it though.”

Pausing, I asked. “Are you on your way out?

“Yeah, I’m just walking back to the car bay. My driver should be waiting.”

“My car’s out there too, may I walk you?”

“Sure.”

Reaching the car park Kirsten looked around, a cross expression on her face. 

“My driver’s gone,” she stated.

I wasn’t really interested in her plight, its not like she couldn’t wait a few minutes for a car. Typical actress, I thought, everything has to be perfect for her, if its not the toys come out of the pram.

“Why not just go back and call another one? I wanted to get home, and a whining actress was not included in my plans.

“I was the last person out, all the staff and crew have gone home.”

Out of Kirsten’s sight I turned my eyes to the sky, before making the required offer.

“Can I give you a ride to your hotel?”

“I suppose you’ll have to, I can’t exactly walk, can I? She snapped.

“Fine. What hotel are you staying at?

“Royal Dorchester, you know it?

“Yeah, its in the city isn’t it. Don’t expect any fancy transport though.” I tried to prepare her for seeing my car.

“Whatever”

I suppose going 10 miles out of my way was worth it. Kirsten was a very beautiful woman, and while I wasn’t going to be all over her like a lovesick teenager, it would certainly make the journey more passable.

Leading her to the staff lot I tried to make light conversation.

“Some of the guys told me you’re nickname was Kiki. How did that come about?”

“In the press maybe. None of my friends call me that, for some reasons the media just invented it. I’m sick of hearing it”

Concluding that my efforts at small talk had failed miserably, I silently led her to the 4 x 4 in the corner of the lot.

I showed Kirsten to the passenger door of the Land Rover, interpreting her expression to mean that she was less than impressed with my transport.

I climbed into the drivers seat and explained.

“Its an old army surplus model, it ain’t pretty but it does the job. I suppose you’re used to travelling in limos and the like?”

“Something like that. Hey, its your car, just as long as its reliable.”

“Don’t worry, these things are bomb proof. That’s about all they are though, don’t expect a radio or anything”

Judging by her smile she didn’t believe me. A glance at the dashboard told her otherwise, and the expression swiftly faded.

As one might imagine, famous last words. Travelling down the local lanes back to the city the engine baulked, misfired and finally cut out going down the hill into the valley. Gently shaking my head, and avoiding Kirsten’s withering glance I got out, surveyed the smoking engine before me and silently resigned myself to another repair bill. I turned to Kirsten.

“This looks terminal, its getting dark and I don’t want to try and repair it tonight. My flat is only about a mile from here in the next village, we can go there and then you can call your hotel to send a car for you.” I tried my best to sound assertive.

“Yeah whatever. Lead the way” the clipped tone of her voice demonstrated her displeasure.

With that I retrieved my coat from the back of the car and began trudging into the darkness with Kirsten.

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Reaching the flat just as the first spots of rain in a typical English day began to fall, I ushered Kirsten through the foyer and on into the main room. Having my hands busy hanging up my coat I gestured to the phone with a nod of my head.

“You know the number?”

Kirsten’s momentary pause and sheepish look were enough to answer me. 

“Ring Directory Enquires. 192. Just ask for the Dorchester Hotel in Marlborough.”

Kirsten set about the simple task as I walked past her into the main room, switching the lights on as I went. Pausing to glace out of the window I noticed the thunderstorm brewing in the quiet countryside, and then heard the rain come down a little heavier on the glass. I pulled the blind down, cursing the broken sash that made the job harder. 

I moved into the bedroom, quickly pulling off my work jacket and tossing it on the bed, releasing an oath as all the loose tools spilled out of the unfastened pockets. My mood steadily worsening, I pulled a clean sweater from the drawer and put it on, aware of the cold, damp air in the flat.

Exiting the bedroom I found Kirsten had completed her call and was perusing the volumes scattered on the coffee table, waiting to question me about them.

“Bit of a poetry fan are you?”

“Some of its quite good, there are a few nice ones in those books.” 

I’m no connoisseur, but I thought I had good taste in reading material. 

Kirsten selected a book at random and began to quote.

“Smart lad, to slip betimes away

From fields where glory does not stay”

She paused, so I completed

“And early though the laurel grows,

It withers quicker than the rose.” 

She laughed half heartedly, a depressing sound for such a young woman.

“Kind of like the acting business eh? You can be everyone’s darling, but if they turn on you overnight you become a villain. It’ll happen to me soon.”

“You’re very wise for someone of your experience. A bit cynical even.” I was impressed by her grasp of human politics.

“As soon as you find out how this business works, you have to play by its rules, otherwise you’re going no - where fast.” Kirsten stated with a slightly wistful look on her face.

“I hate to ruin your theory about the poem, but Houseman was talking about what its like to grow up in the English countryside.”

Kirsten gave me a quizzical look. “Poetry talks about whatever metaphor you want it to be.”

Silently placing the poetry book on the table she picked up the photo frame that lay next to it. She examined it closely and then asked the obvious question.

“Who is it?”

I paused, considering whether to tell the truth. 

“That was my wife Claire.”

Kirsten glanced at me, willing further explanation. “Was?” I turned away from her.

“She died in a car crash last year.” I didn’t want the pity, the sympathy. I tried to joke it off.

“You’re the first women I’ve had in here since.”

Kirsten didn’t appreciate the humour. Neither did I really, it was lame.

“You still suffer”

“What do you think?” a slight bit sharper than I intended, which immediately caused her to respond in kind.

“Your not the only one you know. I’ve lost people I’ve loved before”

“Then you’ll know I don’t want to talk about it.”

I continued before she had the chance to respond, making clear that the subject was closed.

“Did you call the hotel OK?”

“The switchboard was engaged, I’ll try again in a few minutes.”

I turned towards the table, holding aloft the two glasses that sat proudly on it. I offered Kirsten a drink, which she declined. I poured a bourbon for myself, and sat down in the sofa, motioning Kirsten to do the same.

Declining the sofa she sat in the easy chair, her eyes fixing on the damp patch in the ceiling, the trickle of water seeping in through the window pain. She followed it down the sill and watched it collect in the emesis basin.

“Not got the cash to fix that?” she asked, with eyebrows raised.

“Not exactly, no.” I looked at the floor.

“Come on, you must earn a fair bit for the film.” He disbelieving tones grated at me slightly.

“Not really, I’m on a temporary contract, I have to save the cash for the times I’m not working.”

“It can’t take much to fix a slight damp problem,” she persisted.

“300 quid. Might not seem like much to a rich American but to us regular folk it’s near a week’s wages.”

Kirsten gave me a strange look. I interpreted it as “what did I do to deserve that”. The truth was, nothing. But, having issued my gauntlet I could hardly blame her for responding.

“Don’t bring my money into this. I suffered too once you know.”

I didn’t resent Kirsten for what she had, I was just taking my mood out on her. I rose from the sofa, Kirsten did likewise, silently prodding me to challenge her.. The aggression in the room heightened, the effects of a long day were catching up with me, and I was about to take it out on Kirsten. I didn’t try to hide the sarcasm in my voice.

“Yeah, must have been hard growing up in Hollywood, all those opportunities, nice house, nice family.”

“I never had a father, I lived with my mother and 3 older brothers till I was 10. She ran off, abandoned us and we had to live with our grandparents, hand to mouth, the old fashioned way.”

Kirsten’s voice indicated her mood, I had crossed her line. Her jaw hardened as she paused and then continued.

”I’ve had to work fucking hard for what I’ve got. I won’t apologise for what I am, I’ve earned it. Maybe you should try doing the same instead of feeling sorry for yourself.

The insult ripped in to me like a knife, I was furious now, trying to push Kirsten’s buttons and get her to fight as low as I was. The rain reached its crescendo, matching the tempo of the argument.

“Yeah, we all know how easy it is to get into film, a blow job here, a quick flash there. I bet Jeremy was well satisfied after meeting with you.”

Her right hand moved with such speed that I had no chance to block the stinging slap to my left cheek. Ignoring the pain I instantly made a grab for her shoulder, simultaneously drawing my right hand back, aiming to punch her jaw. The thunder rolled outside, providing the perfect accompaniment to the scene in the room.

The sudden reaction caused her to try and shrink away, and the fear was evident in her eyes.

“For fucks sake Kevin, no”. she screamed

Time moved slowly until I realised what I was about to do. Fucking hell, I was about to hit a woman, never mind that it was Kirsten Dunst.

I released her from my grip and stepped back slowly, in a daze. Reaching the table I quickly poured another bourbon and drank it in one reflex action, before turning around.

Kirsten had not moved from the spot, the same wide eyed look of fear on her face, captured perfectly in the dull light of the room. I could do nothing but stare at her for several seconds before tentatively reaching for the sofa with one hand. Sinking slowly into it I was overcome with shame at what I had done. The only noise was the constant attack by the rain on the window panes. The calm after the storm.

“I’m sorry”, I managed to whisper. The bourbon was still burning my throat.

“I don’t know what I was doing, I mean, I’m not like that.”

Kirsten finally withdrew from her stupor and strode towards the window. Flinging up the shabby blinds she opened the window, as if trying to let the rooms’ tension out of the gap that she created.

I examined the empty glass in my hand, trying to show I was a non threatening presence in the room. I contemplated, my wife would be so ashamed of me, I had raised my hand to a woman, something a good man never does.

“You wouldn’t have done it. You couldn’t have hit me.”

Resisting the challenge to prove her wrong I settled for trying to gain a little knowledge.

“How do you know?”

“You’re not like that, you just lost it for a moment.”

I smiled grimly. “You think you know me?”

“No, but I’m a good judge of men”

I tried again to apologise, the words caught in my throat. I saw Claire in front of me. What must she think? Her husband was an animal.

Kirsten sensed my emotional weak point. 

“Look, I know you must have had a pretty crap day. I have as well. Lets not take it out on each other.” 

I shrugged. “Look, we don’t know each other. I just happened to try and help you out, so lets just forget about this argument and you can get back to your hotel. When we meet at work in the morning none of this will have happened.

I didn’t see Kirsten’s playful expression with my back turned. The next sensation I felt was her arms wrapping around my back. 

“Maybe I don’t want to go back to the hotel. You see Kevin, when I get angry, I get horny. As if to emphasise her statement she ran her hands over my chest.

“I can’t do anything about that at the hotel, but here. Well, that’s a different matter.” She continued, the trace of sexual aggression evident in her voice.

I pulled away from her. “I’m not interested, really. Look, go and ring the hotel again.

Kirsten’s surprised and somewhat angry face would have been funny in any other circumstances. It was obvious she was not used to rejection. In a way I was surprised at myself. 10 years ago if a hot actress had presented herself to me I would have been on top of her in an instant, but at the age of 27 and a wife still very much on my conscience I just wasn’t interested.

I took another drink, aware of the alcohol beginning to cloud my vision and judgement. I began to look at the situation again. Maybe fucking Kirsten wasn’t a bad idea, why shouldn’t I inject a few cheap thrills into my dull routine of life?

I hadn’t seen Kirsten plotting her next move, but she seemed to sense my lapse in concentration.

Kirsten pushed me backwards against the wall, forcing herself onto my lips, trying desperately to deepen the kiss. I couldn’t think, the alcohol had clouded my brain. I saw her in my mind. My wife. Beautiful Claire, I shouldn’t do this to her, our memory must be kept special.

Kirsten carried on regardless, oblivious to my turmoil, and was trying to pull my shirt from my trousers. I pushed her away from me, just trying to catch my breath in the spinning room.

“I can’t do this, I mean, you’re a nice girl. But it’s not right, I’m married”

Her face took on a hard line. “You were married. If you don’t let go now when will you? You’ll continue like this forever, living in self pity.”

She was good, she knew exactly what buttons to press. The trouble was though, they worked. Her prophetic words somehow got through to me. Maybe this was the light at the end of the tunnel. Maybe I could start to rebuild if I did this.




Crash and Burn



Her expression softened as she advanced toward me again, and this time I didn’t resist when she continued to unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. 

“Are you going to kiss me now?” she enquired.

I leaned forward to kiss her, not aggressively, but hard enough to let her know I wanted to do this. Her lips were soft, full and welcoming. They parted, allowing my tongue to creep inside her mouth.

My shirt hit the floor, the noise inaudible against the rain outside. Kirsten broke our kiss and gently traced the scar on my shoulder with her finger. 

I smiled at her and tried to relax, and pulled Kirsten towards the bedroom, beginning to shiver in the cold of the flat. She appeared to have an innocent, insecure look on her face, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was just doing it to put me at ease.

That’s the trouble with being around actresses, you’re never sure exactly when there not acting. I felt my feelings being manipulated, and I was powerless to stop it.

I got my first proper look at Kirsten at that point. Her eyes were amazing, pools of blue that could bring forth any emotion. Her face was perfectly cast in the light, and her hair was a dirty blonde colour, reaching to her shoulders.

Reaching the doorway I let out an involuntary shiver in the cold, noting that the damp had enhanced Kirsten’s nipples as well. Gently massaging my hands over her soft breasts I elicited a soft moan from her as she leant her head against my chest. 

Her passiveness didn’t last long as she sank to her knees. I couldn’t see much in the darkness of the room, all I had were the sensations to guide me. I felt her touching my dick through the rough material of my trousers, even a light touch enough to bring me to life. Yanking the belt free she undid the button and in one swift movement my trousers and boxers were around my ankles, held in place by my boots.

Kirsten immediately went to work, leaving me no time to get accustomed to her touch. She forced most of my semi erect cock into her mouth, seemingly enjoying the feeling of it hardening as she sucked. I lowered my hands into her hair, gently pulling on it, and she responded by lightly biting my cock with her teeth. I loved the sensation, she was tormenting me. Her tongue work was amazing, she ran it down the sides of my dick and the head, before returning it inside her mouth to suck me again. 

While I’d never suspected her to be a virgin something told me she’d had a lot of guys in this way, one night fucks. I was enjoying the benefit of the experience she had though, so who was I to complain?

I knew I was going to cum soon, and I moved my hands to Kirsten’s shoulders, the tightening grip serving as a warning to her that I was near.

Suddenly she stopped. Carefully she released my dick and stood up, in the process wrapping her hand around my cock and gently stroking.

With my eyes closed in the darkness I waited, suddenly wanting Kirsten to pleasure me. She was in control and she knew it. She wanted to tease me, the bitch forcefully blew her hot breath onto my cold chest, causing me to try and shrink away.

At last she spoke, teasing me in a sensual whisper.

“No way was I going to let you cum, I want you for too long tonight to have you waste your energy there. I wasn’t going to swallow your cum, I’m not some random slut.”

I found that hard to believe considering the aptitude she had shown at her task, I thought she was about 23, and she was already a master, a true sexual vixen.

Recovering some poise I decided she wasn’t going to have it all her own way and made a grab for the bottom of her top, pulling it roughly upwards. She raised her arms to help me pull it off, her eyes glowing in the darkness. She was loving this ; I decided to continue with my aggression. Pulling her closer towards me I unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor before pulling back to look at her tits.

The young woman stood before me proudly, she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. They were the best tits I had ever seen. Perfectly in proportion to her body they looked firm and the nipples jutted from them, begging to be caressed.

I didn’t disappoint them, sliding my hands over her breasts, cupping and squeezing them in one motion, then pulling away, trying to play Kirsten at her own game. 

Kirsten leaned her head back, her wavy blonde hair making a coat on her shoulders. Suddenly she bolted upright, decided my fun was over and pushed me onto the bed. I landed on my back, Kirsten immediately straddled me, her breasts hanging freely over my chest. Resisting the temptation to enjoy them again I let my hands wander downwards, running them over her smooth stomach. The scent of her perfume hung in the air, drifting from her body.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her trousers, pulling both them and her underwear down in one motion, leaving her to kick them off her ankles. She joined me in my state of nakedness, the heat between our bodies was in stark contrast to the cold of the room. 

Leaving one hand in place to feel her ass, I brought my right hand to her pussy, pausing a second to experience the heat radiating from it. I teased her slit with my finger, causing her to moan, she pushed her hips downwards, trying to force my fingers inside her. Meeting her thrust I slid two fingers inside her, eliciting a yelp from Kirsten my hand penetrated her pussy for the first time. She was tight, and very wet, and I left my fingers in place as she began to hump them gently, pushing them to the furthest walls of her pussy.

Beginning to gently stroke her exposed clit with my thumb, I lay back, enjoying my moment of power over Kirsten. I could sense her orgasm was coming, she began to quicken her pace as I forced my fingers inside her. She finally reached her zeneth with a small scream and collapsed on top of me, collecting her wits. I looked at her, aroused by the moans coming from her.

I rolled Kirsten over, and straddled her, making eye contact as I did so. Her blue depths begged me to fuck her hard, something I was desperate to do.

My dick was aching now, I had to get inside her. Pushing down towards her she parted her legs, inviting me to get inside her.

In one long, slow motion I slid into her completely, enjoying the moment for as long as I could. For someone who seemed to be sexually experienced her pussy was tight, and fit perfectly around my thick inches of rock hard erection. Kirsten wrapped her legs around me as I set a slow, methodical pace, trying to make this last. 

Kirsten obviously didn’t agree with my action, and began tormenting me.

“Come on, is that all you’ve got. I expected a good hard fuck from you, not this shit.”

Glaring into her eyes with intense hatred at that moment, she knew her words had worked as I moved into top gear, pushing in and out of her as fast as I could. Her words had pushed me over the limit, my fury moving me to new heights of stamina.

I tried to respond.

“You fucking slut, wanting it like this. I fucked you cause you begged me to, its up to me how I do it.”

She raked her fingernails across my back, I felt the skin tear as she responded. Her moans became louder, loving being screwed like this. Moving my head down I kissed her intently, silencing her by forcing my lips upon her. She broke the kiss, and moved her head to my shoulder where she sank her teeth into me.

I felt her body bucking against me off the bed, and I tried to force myself into her harder, hitting the depths of her pussy walls with every thrust. She locked her arms around me, desperate not to let me go. 

I looked at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair was flayed all over the pillows and her breasts were heaving. She was getting close, but I wanted to tempt her a little first.

Pulling out of her as far as a I could I briefly held back before entering her again, teasing her, knowing she was in my power for once. I entered her again, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around my cock. I slowed the speed of my thrusts, waiting for her to respond. Sure enough she decided to give me a wake up call. As I pulled out of her again she grabbed my cock and gave me the message.

“Don’t fuck with me. Make me cum. Now.” She paused for a fraction of a second. 

“Please”

I was elated, having made Kirsten Dunst beg me to finish her off. I began to go more quickly, and soon we regained our rapid rhythm of a few moments ago.

I was tiring now, I knew my climax was near. Willing my body to one last effort I increased my pace, my cock becoming a blur as I moved in and out of Kirsten. We were both coated in a layer of sweat, the result of our frenetic pace.

Finally her body could take it no more. Her pussy spasmed around my cock and she gripped my back and shouted.

“Ooooh fucking hell you bastard”

The rest of her sentence was a unintelligible moan. She relaxed on the bed, letting me know I could finish myself however I chose. I forced into her again, the intensity of the moment had subsided, and with it the superhuman proportions I had pushed myself to. With three short thrusts I shot a massive load inside her, revelling in the tightness of her pussy.

We both lay there for a few minutes, breathing heavily to recover from our excursions. I finally pulled out of her; my dick coated with a mixture the juices from her pussy as well as the remains of my huge load.

Kirsten sighed contentedly and lay back. I looked into her eyes, finally seeing a look of warmth there. I stayed with her for a few minutes, then rose from the bed and took a long hot shower, ridding myself of the evidence of our sexual behaviour.

Exiting the shower I towelled myself dry, and pulled on a pair of joggers and a t shirt before lying on the sofa to try and get some sleep.

I chose not to go back to Kirsten, laying in each other’s arms for the night after making love is a very personal thing, for couples that mean something to each other. Kirsten and I were a one night item, using each other to achieve our goal, even if Kirsten did persuade me my shot was worth taking. 

I drifted off, dreaming of how I could change my life again, and start to live as the carefree young guy I once was.

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

The new day dawned as a fusion of sunlight and pleasant warmth. Rising from the sofa I walked to the window, noting the time as 6:45. Looking out over the fields I contemplated the last 12 hours, still consumed with shame by some of my actions, but promising I’ve would never be like that again.

Striding back towards the bedroom and Kirsten I placed my hand on her shoulder, shook her and spoke softly.

“Come on, we’ve got to be a work in a while and I’ve got no car.”

Mumbling some unintelligible reply Kirsten attempted to get up while I went to the kitchen to boil some coffee.

Kirsten appeared behind me, waiting silently for her drink. She finally posed a question

“How come you left me in the night?”

“How do you know I left you?” I answered a question with a question.

“I woke up at about 3 and you were gone. Just answer me.”

“I had to think, and anyway both of us know we were just a mild fling, don’t act upset by this”

“I know this was a one - off, but it still would have been nice if you’d stayed.” 

She pulled the hurt act and I fell for it. I decided the least she deserved was an explanation.

“Look, every night after I made love with my wife I used to lay with her. It was special, we loved each other. I want to keep that memory. I’m not exactly in love with you, and hence I didn’t stay.”

She dropped her eyes. “Fair enough, lets not end this on bad terms though, I still have to work with you.” She held out her hand.

“Friends?”

“Yeah, fine” I said returning the gesture just as I had done last night when we first met.

Breakfast time passed with easy banter, neither of us mentioning the night’s events. I shouldered the burden of my hangover, dreading work. As if by telepathy Kirsten brought up the subject.

“How are we getting to work?”

“We have to walk, it’s only a few miles across the valley.”

A short while later we left the building and started the trek across the fields and hills. Walking along in silence, I couldn’t help but suppress a smile at my predicament. Thousands of men would have killed for one night with Kirsten Dunst, yet it was strangely irrelevant to me. Why do the great things come to those who least desire them?

©Peter Von Grunigan (2003)



Crash and Burn



One eye open. The ceiling looks unfamiliar. Panels and a ceiling fan, which moves slowly and sways a little from side to side. She struggles to open the other eye but it's heavy, as is her head. The room is semi-dark, but she can make out the shape of a window across from her as she manages to raise her head slightly from the pillow. She lies back again, feeling confused, without a sense of time or place. She hears a voice say "Here, drink this," and becomes conscious of a warm liquid being offered to her from a china mug. She swallows, tasting tea as it slips down her throat, feels a hand on her forehead and drifts back into sleep again.

It's dark now, and she wakes again. Manages to get both eyes open and lift her head more this time, but the room is a blur, she can detect shapes which are becoming clearer as her eyes accustom themselves to the gloom. She thinks she hears breathing, but she's not sure...is it the wind? Where is she? In hospital? Her head hurts, but her body is free of pain, still it feels constrained and she isn't sure why. She hears footsteps, she can't see but she can feel the presence of someone in the room with her. Somehow she can't stay awake and drifts off again.

She dreams. Driving along the wet road, off to...where? To visit her friend, yes, she remembers now. She has a vision of the car sliding sideways, a sickening crash and blackness following, then a voice...reaching out to her, a sense of moving, being carried, but then she wakes...

With a start this time. She sits bolt upright. It's morning. She is able to move and the heaviness in her head has cleared. She feels an urge to pee, throws the covers off. 

Holy shit! Where are my clothes? She thinks, she sees that she is dressed only in the camisole and knickers she put on...yesterday? Why can't she remember? And what is she doing here?

She sits back down, not knowing what to do.

She looks around the room, it's what seems to be a motel room. One bed, a chest of drawers, a mirror, a chair in each corner. Garishly decorated in tan and orange. There's a print on one wall, and the other has a door which leads to what appears to be the bathroom.

She heads for the bathroom, pulls down her knickers and begins to pee, feeling completely disorientated. She hears a key turn in the lock, gets up with a start, stumbles into the other room.

There's a man standing there, paper bag in arms, looking at her. "Oh god I am sorry, I thought you would be asleep for hours," he says. "You must be wondering what's going on?"

He proceeds to tell her he found her car driven off the road, in the rain. Night before last. He brought her here because she seemed ok, maybe a bit of concussion but otherwise ok. He gave her painkillers, he has some first aid training, he knew what to do. Brought her here to rest, looked for her phone to call someone but it must have been lost, or maybe she didn't have one? 

"Anyway now you're better we can take care of that," he says.

"God. Thanks so much.I had no idea where I was!"

"I know, you were out to it. Are you ok? How's your head? Can I make you something?" he asks and she agrees to a coffee.

"I feel ok, a bit woozy but otherwise fine. Can't believe I did that," she answers.

"Phew," he says "I haven't slept since I found you, I was too worried to leave you even to shower," he says. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yeah I actually feel fine. I'm surprised myself really," she says, amazed at how much better she feels since the last time she tried to wake.

She watches him as he makes the coffee. She judges him to be about her age, somewhere in his late thirties, he's tall, over 6 foot, but then at her just-over-5 foot height everyone seems tall. He looks dishevelled, his dark, grey streaked hair is a wreck, he hasn't shaved, and his clothes are crumpled. But his eyes draw her in. Light grey, with a corona of black,intense, unblinking. She is transfixed by them. He looks so familiar to her, she is having some recollection of seeing his face in her half awake state, his hands touching her as he undressed her carefully, his voice in her ear. She feels a strange sensation of falling going through her as she looks at his eyes, and an odd weakness run down to her belly. He doesn't speak as he makes the coffee, just hands it to her silently. She fixes his gaze as he does so.

His hand brushes hers as she takes it, and she feels how soft and warm it is. She's groggy but his attractiveness hasn't gone unnoticed to her. They sit in a chair each facing each other. She's almost forgotten her state of semi undress, the silky and see through cami she knows must be showing everything, the brief panties she's wearing must be showing her pubic hair. She knows given the circumstances she shouldn't even be thinking about this, but she can't help herself, she feels a current of something tangible running between them. She thinks of covering herself. But then he might have looked while she was out to it, mightn't he? So what does that matter? She's enjoying the silence, knows she should get dressed and go and make some calls, but for some reason finds herself fixed to the spot, watching him, as he watches her.

She leans back in her chair, pulling her arms back slightly, knowing how this will stretch the satin of her camisole tightly across her breasts. It's a bit cold in the room and she can feel her nipples pressing against the fabric. He's been looking at her face, but she sees his gaze move downwards to her breasts for a moment, then catches himself and looks away. She watches him, and his eyes move to hers again, then flicker down to her breasts, this time with a look of desire noticeable in his expression.

A surge of pleasure goes through her as she sees him looking.

"You should probably, you know, get dressed and call someone," he says. Jolts her back into reality. "And I should have a shower, I must stink."

"No, you don't," she says too quickly.

"I must, I feel as manky as anything," he says. 

"Anyway, yeah, course I should call someone. I need to call my friend, she'll be worried...and find out where my car's gone," she says absently, still looking at him.

"Look, I am going to shower, then I can drive you into town if you like," he says.

As they stand she sees that he's trying to hide an erection, he looks embarrassed when he sees her notice. He stops for a moment in front of her, reaches a hand up to push her hair back, opens his mouth to say something but then turns, heads for the bathroom.

She's restless waiting for him to finish. She knows she should be getting dressed, but she can't seem to make herself. She is listening to the running water of the shower, and wondering what he looks like in there. She gets up, feels a bit unsteady but her body propels her, she ignores any unsteadiness.

She can't resist, she goes to the bathroom door and pushes it open a crack. The shower screen is cheap glass, see through, but the room is full of steam. She feels like a voyeur and is about to close the door again when through the steam and the door she makes out the shape of his body. She can't drag her eyes away, and feels a surge of warmth run to her pussy. She is gawking at him now. He is totally lost in the sensations of the hot water, doesn't notice her, soaping himself with his eyes closed, his large hands running over his body, which is muscular but spare, dark sworls of hair on his chest receding into a V down his flat and well muscled belly. Her eyes travel down further as she sees his cock, fully erect, through the steam. 

His hands are still soaping his body and one moves down to encircle his cock, underneath to soap his balls gently and slowly. She has never watched a man like this before, but feels her pussy contract and moisten as she watches. He grips his cock for a moment, obviously enjoying the sensations, his eyes closed the whole time, oblivious to her eager eyes taking in the scene.

She feels her nipples harden as his hand runs across his, feels a hot rush of sensation as his free hand moves up his pliant, wet, tanned skin, as if his hand is on her skin. Watches as his hand once again travels to his cock, as her own hand travels to her pussy and she plunges a finger inside.

Her pussy is hot and as wet as the rivulets of water running down his body. Her mouth is dry, she feels dizzy, from arousal this time and not the bump on her head. She drifts again for a moment, etches the image of the beauty in front of her into her brain for a moment, then closes her eyes, until she hears the water stop. She jumps, shuts the door abruptly and rushes back to the bedroom where her clothes are.

He comes out, a towel wrapped round his waist. She's standing there staring at his body, she can see his still hard cock pushing the folds of the towel. Can he want her as she wants him now? She has to take a chance here.

"Lie down" she says, marvelling at the authority in her voice.

"What?" he begins. "But you're not well, you should be the one lying down," he looks puzzled. "I want you to lie down" she says again, and this time he doesn't question it, and in a confused state lies down on the bed, still wet and clad in the towel.

Looking at him stretched out semi naked and deliciously damp makes her pussy swell, her labia becoming fatter and hotter, her clitoris hardening. She feels a trickle of dampness run down her leg.

"Close your eyes" she says, tracing her finger inside her pussy and inserting it into his mouth. He sucks her finger, drawing it deeply inside his mouth. "But," he starts and she just draws her finger from his mouth and puts it against his lips in a "ssshhh" motion.

She takes her camisole off with one hand. hearing him gasp as her breasts fall free, seeing him raise a hand to hold one. She allows him to do so for a moment, feeling the warmth and dampness of his skin on hers, enjoying the sensation against her erect nipple, then takes both his hands and ties them above his head with the satiny camisole. He moans softly as she does so.

"You are beautiful," she says "Let me have all of you," not believing she is even up to this but her body is telling her to have him, she can't stop herself, and he nods, his body shaking, as she lowers her pussy onto his face, straddling him with her thighs. His tongue pushes against the sodden fabric of her undies. The crotch of them is soft and yielding, and she knows he can feel the heat and wetness of her pussy behind the fabric. His tongue pushes them aside, darting hard inside her open pussy. His hands are straining to reach her but she holds them restrained in their satin shackle, riding his face. She moves one hand down struggling to pull off her underwear. His mouth now totally engulfs her pussy, his tongue exploring her inner lips and thrusting inside her as she grinds her pubic bone and downy hair against his face.

He's frantically sucking at her pussy biting and sucking her clitoris, pushing back the hood and sucking it harder and harder, now and then moving down to fuck her pussy with his tongue, then moving back to her clit. She can't hold on any longer, cums and cums against his frantic mouth, feeling wave upon wave of pleasure go through her entire being.

She wants his cock which by now has fallen free of the towel, inside her, lifts herself off his face which is wet and shiny with her juices, holds his hands still and plunges her sopping pussy down onto his raging hardon. He is straining to touch her body as she rides his cock hard, her breasts dangling heavily in his face, her nipples grazing his tongue as it darts out to catch them. His cock is buried deep inside her, she fucks him harder and rides him, using his hot hard flesh to feel ecstatic pleasure...until his hands break free of their bonds.

He pushes her off him, flips her over and slides her cock into her from behind. He groans, she hears her own moans of pleasure at feeling her pussy filled with his beautiful cock. He slides into her hard and deep, her nipples rubbing against the sheets, his balls banging against her, squeezing her ass, fucking her harder now, slapping her ass as she urges him harder, faster....she rubs her clit as his movements are more frantic, reaches round to grab his balls just in time to feel him cum, with a growl as he collapses against her in ecstasy.

He withdraws from her, and she feels him tie her hands together with the same camisole. Feels a rush of pleasure again.

His mouth is at her ear.

"Your turn." he breathes.

He lays her down on her side, her hands behind her back. He lies down behind her, spooning her, his body against hers, and she feels his warmth and still hard and wet cock against her. Gently he reaches around and holds her breasts in both hands, stimulating her nipples and kissing her hair, her neck, stopping to suck and bite her there. Her bound hands can move enough to reach behind her and find his cock, she caresses it lightly and hears him moan as she does.

Sliding along the crack of her bum, he reaches one finger behind her and pushes it inside her arse hole. She moans as he slides it in gently at first, and begins moving it in and out of her. His cock nudges her labia, sliding up and down its slick wetness, teasing her, she can't move her hands, they're against his body as he slowly slides his cock into her pussy from behind, finger fucking her arse in unison with his thrusts.

His mouth latches onto her neck and sucks, one hand pinches and tweaks her nipple, as he fucks her deep and hard, her soft bum pushing against his pelvis, her arms stretched behind her, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of her soaking pussy, loving his mouth on her neck, loving being held captive by him, the sheer pleasure of his body running through her.

His free hand moves around in front of her body to rub her clit, pinching it between his fingers in time with the pinching and rolling of her nipple. She pushes against him as he's fucking her harder now, rubbing her clit and playing with her hard nipple. She hears him gasp as he continues to suck and kiss her neck, his cock hard and bulbous inside her wet and open pussy, his hand grinding into her mound, feeling her orgasm build another time it's taking her over, she feels the wave coming again, he's fucking her harder and faster now building the tension her arms still behind her feeling his body tense, shudder and release, feels the pulse of his cock against her most sensitive skin and cum inside her, pulsing and pumping as her own orgasm takes her over with wave after wave of sheer pleasure.

He unties her hands. She turns towards him and wraps her body around his, nuzzling into him and feeling him stroke her hair as she dozes. She knows time has passed, doesn't think of the outside world and the responsibilities that await her.

She sleeps, as does he. Hears his soft breathing. She wakes later in the darkness, only she and he exist now, the noise of passing cars and footsteps outside receding. In the darkness she leans over, kisses his face, opens his lips with her tongue.

Knows her journey ends here, with him.