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Day Off

By: vic450



Okay, I nearly forgot about this one. This was a very short tease. Also written differently than I normally do. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think! :) Please..! 

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We planned a day of fun. A place to meet where we don't have to waste too much time travelling. Throughout the previous day, we would leave each-other notes. Teasing notes either on voice mail, email or some instant message service.

Not meaning to at first, the messages to one another become more and more teasing, then erotic and finally explicit.

Refraining from such talk with a great amount of difficulty the night before on the phone, we decide to go to bed early. 

I barely get any sleep, thinking about the notes, the words, she left me.

The next day, I get up early. Washed, packed and out of the apartment at a record time. I get to the fourth floor of the five floor indoor garage early. I lean against the car waiting for her. I decide to check my voice mail. She had left me a message the night before. Apparently she barely got any sleep either. I close my eyes and listened to the message. Her voice so sultry and intoxicating, I decided to sit on the hood of the car and lean against the windshield.

By the end of the message, I've become obviously excited. I saved the message and called her phone. She doesn't pick up. I get her voice mail and decide to leave a similar message.

A couple of times I hear footsteps and I would turn to see if it was her. Finding that it wasn't, I would lean back again, staring at the concrete wall and wait. All the while imagining her doing the things her sexy voice vocalized on my voice mail.

I turn around again at the sound of footsteps. I see that it is her. She heads towards me as she has the phone to her ear. With the way she looks at me, I know she is listening to my message.

I slide off the hood of the car as she comes near. She turns off the phone and tosses it into her bag.

She stands in front of me and we look into each other's eyes for a moment. My eyes wander from her hypnotic eyes to her lips. At that moment, I hear the words of her message again in the back of my mind. Only this time, I imagined her lips moving. Saying those things.

Then I feel my body move. My mind wanted the physical sensations to accompany her words. My ears wanted to hear the sounds of our touching.

She too leans forward and our lips touched. That would then set off the rest of our bodies. We then grab at each other, kissing hard. Kissing faster and deeper. Drowning ourselves in the feeling and the words.

In our kissing and grabbing at each other, we found ourselves against the car by the hood.

My kissing moved from her lips down to her neck. I can hear her hissing something as my lips travelled further down her neck. I wonder if she was warning me someone was coming near so I move away from her. I notice the moist trail of my mouth down along her neck and lower. Her shirt is halfway unbuttoned. I peeled my gaze away from that trail to look at her.

Before I could look at her or look around to see how close the person or persons she was warning me about, I felt her hands grab at my head and pull me towards her lips. We kissed hard. I feel her lean back and I shift as to not crush her so our kiss isn't broken.

I feel myself leaning against her. I felt myself throbbing against her leg. She moans in my mouth and pulls my head back.

She looks into my eyes and tells me to do to her what I had left on voice mail and pushes my head down.

Slightly confused and more than just a little excited, I found my hands sliding up her legs under her skirt.

My hands discovered that she had no panties on. Instead of waiting for her hands to finishing guiding my head, I quickly moved down.

I started doing what I had said to her on the message. Slowly at first and gradually going faster. I felt her legs on my shoulders. I let her guide me.

After a while of pleasing her, or maybe because I could not stand it any longer, I pull away.

I pull her lower off the car as I looked into her eyes. She sees the need in my eyes. Her eyes continue to lock with my eyes as her hands shot forward to undo my pants.

She pulls open my pants and starts to touch me. Starts to do what she left on my voice mail. I grab at her hands and pull them away before I finish much quicker than I want.

I pull one of her hands to my shoulder and the other to my mouth. I kissed her palm.

She continues to look into my eyes as I bite gently on the side of her hand, below her thumb.

As I do this, I moved myself between her. My teeth biting gently as I carefully slide in her.

We move slowly but hard against each other. Each movement against each other, I would gently bite her palm. Slowly this turns into me sucking at the side of her thumb.

We push up against each other.

I suck at her skin, her thumb.

We continue this for a while, slowly becoming faster. Moving harder.

I feel her moving faster. I let go of her hand and place my hand by her hip against the car for support.

I lean in to kiss her as we move faster. Our mouths smothering our grunts.

Suddenly I feel her legs and hands grab me, shoving me harder against her. I close my eyes and moved with her.

I don't want to stop before her.

I find myself kissing her neck as she softly moaned against my shoulder. I could feel the car moving with us.

We pushed harder against each other.

Faster.

I feel myself coming closer to finishing.

She moaned harder.

I push harder and she pushed deeper.

I feel her tense as I found myself biting her neck, not hard but enough.

She growls at me, something about not being fair as she tenses up harder and pushes against me.

I feel myself tense. The sensation of her around me, against me and with me is too much.

I feel her move but I don't. I feel myself let go.

I find myself coming back to my senses and look at her.

She has her eyes closed and breathing hard.

I lean forward and kissed her lips.

She opens her eyes and smiles.

I ask her if she's ready to have some fun and wink at her.

She laughs.

Day Off



My man has a different job. He protects. He searches. He pursues. The work is mentally demanding and he works strange hours. But today is his day off, and he rouses about 10AM as we have a mixed bag of errands to run.

I don't have a lot of time with him so when we are together I try to make his day special. My man knows what he likes. He chooses and buys my lingerie. He really knows how to present my body.

I start to dress. My first step is to put on my crimson, 6-strap garter belt. It is very comfortable and trims my tummy. Next, I select a pair of beige Torino stockings. They are stretchy and don't bind on my thighs like the flat-knit hose. My man prefers the hard finish of flat-knit stockings because they feel so very silky to the touch and I wear them for dress occasions, but today I am for comfort and tease. 

Next, I put on the nipple rosette shields he got for me for our anniversary. I really like a bit of nipple abuse, but not too hard. The rosettes are sterling silver and bend to fit around my nipples. The filigree looks so sexy over my areolas. They make my nipples stick out even under the fabric of the crimson satin and lace bra that I will put on to match my garter belt. After smoothing on my stockings, I don the bra and adjust my tits in the satin cups. I am really getting into my role for the day.

Surveying my drawer, I choose to mix and match my lingerie. Over my garter belt, I slip on my favorite black panties. They have lace across the waist and along the sides of my pussy. They feel wonderful and my man loves to remove them. Then I pull out a very lacey black half slip which has 6 inches of incredible French lace at the bottom. I slide it up over the hose and my panties. The black half slip and the crimson Balconette bra looks really hot in my mirror. Feeling good and looking good, I am good to go.

All I need now is the camouflage. A black jersey top and a denim skirt below the knee and he won't have a clue what lies beneath until I decide to reveal it. 

He rises groggy from too little sleep after a late night at work. I give him a good morning kiss, but he remains unaware of my surprise. He sucks down his coffee, trying to revive, and dresses and shaves. In short order though, he is rallied and ready to go. 

As we set out in the car, I begin my tease. Slowly, I hike my skirt. He sees that I am wearing stockings. Next the crimson tabs of my garter belt peek out. His interest aroused, he wants to stare; but he must focus on the road. Soon the black lace of my slip appears and, a few inches higher, the panties that cover my shaved mound.

We both know he has to concentrate on his driving and he knows he has to be extra careful with my little distraction in action, but, I tease him that way all day and he loves it! Maneuvering artfully in traffic, he glances, touches and intermittently gropes all the while maintaining control. Several hours later, we finish the chores. I am absolutely drenched and I know my man is wired. 

Arriving home, he braces me against a door frame and demonstrates his interest in my brazenly advertised assets. Standing behind me, he bends me back so that I am arched over his chest and he can feel me up. My nipples already erect and sensitized by the rosettes get even harder as he massages and plays pulling at the nipples through my jersey. Satisfied he has their attention, he reaches down and, pulling my skirt up, he proceeds to peel my panties off. With my pussy naked, he employs his incredible two-finger technique on my clit that drives me insane. I am about to cum standing up, but he stops. He retreats to my titties and assaults my nipples again. But he is a devil and he walks away, leaving me hanging.

We have dinner and cocktails and there is small talk, but where's the tension? I am wild. TV and snuggling? What the hell's up with this?

Eleven o'clock rolls around. "I'm going to bed," I say thinking, "Well, so much for this day. Guess he's just too tired to get it up."

But as I rise from the couch comes an unexpectedly perky, "Okay, I'll help." 

He leads me up the stairs. Slowly and methodically, he removes my top and skirt. He has already bared my pussy and has my panties in his pocket. With great precision, he unhooks my bra; and, slowly, one-by-one, he releases my breasts from the crimson bra. The silver nipple rosettes flash in the light. He does not remove my garter belt and stockings and I know this bodes well for me getting a good fucking.

Recently, he bought me several very sexy nightgowns. Tonight he chooses to dress me in the silver-black nightie to compliment the crimson garter belt and hose. It cups my tits and is very silky. We both enjoy the sensation as he runs his hands over the entire garment. Our passions rise, making my juices really flow and him harder than ever, but he is totally in charge, and he knows it. 

He lays me on the bed. He puts me on my back. He spreads my pussy. He absolutely controls my clit. I am his toy. Lying on the bed, flat on my back, he drives me crazy with his clit manipulations. I am so ready to cum.

He unbuckles his belt and lets his trousers drop. At the edge of the bed, I am at eye level with his cock. I roll towards him clawing at his u-trow trying to pull them aside or get them off. I so want that cock.

But he is a bastard! He makes me wait! He makes me beg! He makes me gush!

He feeds me his cock slowly with one hand controlling my head and the other in my pussy. He slides his luscious fat cock into my eager mouth and does his two-finger spectacular on my clit.

I explode! Unbelievable!! I have never cum so quickly or easily -- ever! 

When I have cum, I am done for a while. My man knows this and understands. He didn't get his yet, but as he zips up and walks away, he says Arnie style, "I'll be back." And believe you me he'll be back.



Day Off



After several weeks without a day off I finally decided that I needed a day to myself. I called off from work and take a nice long hot shower, caressing my breast gently my nipples were firm. As my hands washed my body lathering my breast with soap I could feel myself getting warm deep inside, my hand slid down my body through my bush gently pressing down my finger rubbed my clit. I felt a tingle rush through me as my finger pushed further down between my folds the hot water running across my pussy my fingers slide in. Pleasure runs through me as my fingers work my pussy towards an orgasm with a few thrusts deep in me I cum.

As I finished up in the shower I started to think about the rest of my day, what to do where to go. Closing my eyes letting my mind drift I thought about taking a cruise and decided that a cruise was a great idea. Since it was such a beautiful day that I put on my blue summer dress and sandals got in my car and headed down to the port. Once down at the port there were several choices and I found one that seemed very nice and the price was right. I had a couple of hours to spend before the cruise set sail and I decided that some window shopping was in order. I was in this shop looking around and accidentally bumped into this lady, after an apology we made some small talk while we browsed around the store. She was very attractive and it has been a while since my girlfriend and I split. We made our purchases and headed out is separate directions and I thought to myself that I should have got her name but she didn't seem that she was interested in me.

I went to boat a little early and checked in, I walked around looking to see where things were on here. I found myself on the top deck and the Tiki Bar was open, I got myself a drink and sat down and enjoyed the view. After a couple drinks we finally set sail, I had a great view of the bay till someone came up the far steps. I could tell she was in my way but I couldn't tell what she looked like just a silhouette as I was about to get up she turned and walked towards me. I she got closer I recognized her; it was the lady from the clothing shop. With a smile I said hello again to her and invited her to join me for a drink and with a beautiful smile she replied yes. I introduced myself this time and I finally got hers; Amber what a lovely name I said. We sat for a few hours up on the deck relaxing and enjoying the view, as the ship headed back to port we started to walk down to the lower decks. I was definitely attracted to her but didn't think she was into women, as we walked I started to try and find away to make contact with her. Standing there at the railing I placed my hand over hers looking at her hoping that she would know what I wanted. Her eyes met mine and I knew that she was interested in as much as I was about her. Amber leaned and whispered in my ear; I was wondering how long it would take you to make a move. It wasn't long before we docked and headed off; Amber held my hand as we walked to the garage. I asked if she had a car here and she said no, I asked if she wanted to go back to my place and with a devilish smile she leaned in and gave me the deepest kiss.

The drive home was very hot Amber couldn't keep her hands off me, caressing my every part her hands rubbed my inner thigh making so wet. I could feel my hard nipples pressed against my dress every time her fingers rubbed across they ached for her mouth. As we pulled into the driveway her hand made it under my dress and through my panties, her fingers teased my pussy rubbing me pushing my own wetness from me. As we moved ourselves from the car to inside, I barely closed the door and Amber was all over me kissing my neck and her hands firmly squeezing my breast and within seconds she had my dress off. Amber moved down and took my nipple in her mouth I moaned as my stiff nipple was devoured by her, back and forth sucked on my nipples. After minutes of her tongue and mouth pleasuring my breast I grabbed Ambers hand and led her to my bedroom. Once inside she pushed me down on the bed and crawled on top of me and continued to kiss and caress my body. As she straddled over my breast I could feel the warmth of her pussy and how wet she was. Amber removed her top exposing her large breast her nipples were so big, I stared at her for a second and slowly began to play with her breasts. Amber was watching me as I caressed her breast taking my time taking one at a time in my hands; I pulled her down and guided her breast into my waiting mouth. Amber's breast swaying above my face licking one nipple then the other my hands gently grabbed them pulling her nipple to my lips. Amber then started to slide down placing soft kisses from my neck down past my navel and she slid my legs open and her mouth pressed fully on my pussy. A quick tug pulled my panties to the side and her tongue slid right in my pussy I let out a moan and arched my back reaching down pulling her tongue deep into me. Amber quickly found my swollen clit and went full steam ahead sucking and nibbling me to an orgasm, as she sucked up all my juice her hands gently pinched my nipples keeping me very aroused. 

Amber kissed her way up to my breasts and her tongue went back to work on my nipples, nibbling and sucking them gently squeezing sending me to the edge and with that I pulled her down tight and rolled her over allowing me to be on top. I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth our tongues danced in harmony, moving her ear I began to nibble on her lobe and Amber squirmed and squealed with delight. Soft wet kisses and light nibbles on her neck made her squirm even more; I moved down to her breast my tongue and mouth playing with one and my fingers playing with the other. Amber's hands were busy rubbing my back and with a handful of my hair she pulled me down to her pussy, I placed my hands along her waist slid my fingers into her shorts and as she lifted her ass up off the bed and pulled her shorts down exposing her bare pussy. With a very big grin I tossed her shorts to the floor grabbed her legs and spread them wide lowered my head between her legs and gave her pussy a long slow lick. Amber moaned loudly as my tongue stuck in her pussy and with a quick push my tongue dove deep in her the tip reaching her spot and her hands grabbed my head pulling me tight and her scream of pleasure was music to my ears. Amber began to arch back and with a loud moan she began to squirt her nectar down my throat what seemed like gallons I tried to suck it all down but there was some that spilled over as she collapsed down I licked her inner thighs cleaning up her cum as I finished her up I crawled back up to her; she pulled me down to her breast to breast Amber kissed me deeply. Her tongue licking up her juice from my lips and cheeks our breasts squeezed between us and a few soft kisses was all that was needed to get us ready to play some more.

Why4u



Day Off



She dropped by my place late afternoon, after her tennis match. As usual, she walked right in, sort of opening the door and knocking at the same time. "I'm thirsty!" she said, "What have you got that is wet and really cold?"

I pointed toward the kitchen counter, where I had made a gallon of fresh sun tea. "There's plenty of ice in the freezer- grab a glass." She found one of the big tumblers in the cupboard, filled it with ice, and poured in the tea to the very top.

"Oh yeah", she said, "this hits the spot." She flopped down on my sofa, and stretched out her long legs, resting her ankles on my coffee table. She had the knack for looking incredibly sexy, especially when she wasn't even trying. I loved her long hair, and when she had it pulled back in a big ponytail, it made her look like she was ready for anything. She had on a tight white tennis blouse, and, of course, the short tennis skirt. Her legs were lean and tan, and I gazed at them appreciatively. This was one fine woman.

After several deep gulps of iced tea, she asked what I was doing. I had been working on several of my accounts, double-checking orders, and scheduling my delivery dates. I had papers all over the top of my dining table, where I enjoyed working; it gave me lots of room to spread out. She wandered into the room and peered over my shoulder at the paperwork. "This looks boring." she said.

"Well, it may be boring, but it pays the bills."

"You need to take a day off once in a while." she said, and then stretched herself up, trying to touch the ceiling. She set the iced tea on the edge of the table, and put her hands on her hips. Then she stretched again, rotating her upper body around in a circle, bending first backward, then down, touching her toes. "So..." she said, "Do you want to play today?"

"I've really got to get this all caught up today." I replied.

"That's too bad. I was hoping we could hang out." She rubbed the top of my shoulders for a few moments, and then headed down the hall toward the bathroom. "Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I'm kind of sweaty from earlier." I said that was fine, told her to grab a towel from the linen closet, and focused on my papers. I heard her open the closet door, and then a few minutes later, heard the shower water running. 

It was several minutes later that I realized the shower was off. I hadn't seen her, so wondered where she was. I found her asleep in my bed, her long hair still a bit damp, and splayed all over the pillows. I quietly closed the door, and headed back to the dining room to work. I figured I'd let her enjoy her nap. 

About two hours later, I heard her in the bathroom again, and then she appeared wearing her tennis skirt and one of my tank top T-shirts. "Are you still working?" she asked.

"Yes. I've still got quite a bit to do here." She walked over to the table, slowly lifted the hem of the T-shirt up and over her head, revealing two beautiful tits. She reached up and held them in her hands, then pinched her nipples, and pulled them. My mouth went dry as I looked at these two gorgeous breasts, and I was thinking seriously about how much I wanted to lick them. She lifted her skirt, showing a distinct lack of panties, then hopped up on my table. She licked her lips, then hopped off. She pointed to the table top, and said, "Look. Someone left a pussy print on your table." She stood there with her tits in my face, grinning from ear to ear. I was starting to feel the blood rush to my cock, and knew I wasn't going to get much more work done today.

She straddled my legs, standing over my lap. She lifted her skirt, flashing me that sweet pussy, and spread her legs wider, in order to straddle me. She reached down and began to rub me, stroking my cock through my shorts.

She opened the fly of my boxers, and pulled my cock out. She scooted forward and set down on my cock, her hot pussy firmly pinning my cock against me. She then began to move her hips forward and backward, which ran her pussy up and down the length of the underside of my cock. She was stroking me with her pussy, and it felt great. She was getting turned on, as I could feel increased wetness on my cock. Her labia was swelling and wrapping my cock as she moved. I felt like my dick was made of steel.

She reached down and took my cock in her hands, lifted her bottom up just a bit, aimed the tip of my cock into her hole, and then slowly lowered herself onto me. I slid in easily, as she was very wet and well lubricated, and as she sat down, she completely impaled herself on me. She reached behind her, placing her hands on my knees, and then began to flex her pussy around my cock. I could feel the insides of her cunt flexing and milking my dick, the soft wet friction of her cunt muscles gripping me. I could feel myself swelling even larger, and growing even harder, as she sat there working me over with just her pussy. It was incredibly stimulating.

Since she was leaning back on her hands, her breasts were thrust out and up, her nipples hard and begging for attention. I wanted to suck them hard, but decided to give her a bit of a tease, too. I reached up and took each nipple between my thumb and finger and gently, but firmly pinched them, and rolled them, and tugged them. Her eyes were wide open, and her breathing grew faster. She began to hump on my cock, grasping me tightly with her pussy, as she pumped down harder, and ground her pussy against me. I kept working on those tits, and her nipples grew hard and very distended. As I pulled them gently, and pinched them, she began to orgasm. Her eyes closed, and she let out a gasp, pushed down hard on my cock, and her whole body shook. I held her nipples tightly, and watched the ripples of pleasure wash over her. She was in outer space; she was shaking, and grunting, and humping down hard and fast on my cock, and she kept cumming and cumming. It seemed that each time she started to relax, I would pinch and roll her nipples, and she would cum again. She was grinding her pussy onto me, and shaking, and grunting in orgasm. Finally, she grabbed my hands, pulling my fingers off her breasts, and begging, "No more! I can't take any more! Ohhhhh FUCK ME!!! I'm cumming again!!!" And then she came in my arms one more time. I held her close to me, hugging her tightly, as one more wave of pleasure surged through her. She hugged herself tightly to my chest, breathing hard. I inhaled her scent, nuzzling her thick hair, as she calmed against my chest.

After a few minutes, she pushed back a bit, reached up, and drew my lips to hers. She kissed me deeply and I returned her kisses with fervor. She suddenly realized that I hadn't cum, and my cock was still rock-hard inside her. "Oh my," she said, "you are still huge. Didn't you cum?"

"No. I was having too much fun watching you." I replied.

"Well, the least I can do is return the favor... your choice: would you like to fuck me, or would you like me to suck your big cock?" That was a tough choice, because I knew that she was awesome either way. By now, my balls were throbbing, and I wanted to cum hard and fast.

"I'm really close. I'd like you to suck me."

"Oh yeah," she said, "I love that. Your cock is awesome. I want to taste your cum." She slowly stood up, turned around, and bent over, giving me a long look at her swollen, wet pussy. "Are you sure you don't want to just ram that cock into my pussy? I'm ready for you." Then she turned, knelt between my legs, and slowly peeled my boxers down to my feet, and off of me. My cock was standing tall, bouncing with excitement.

She leaned in, took the tip into her mouth, and slowly began to tongue me, and suck me. She had both hands on the top of my thighs, and was taking me in and out of her mouth, leaning in, and then pulling away. She sucked hard, and as she pulled away each time, my cock swelled as her lips held the pressure. She kept up a slow, steady pace, and kept her eyes on mine as she pulled away each time. She said, "I want to taste your cum. Cum now. Cum in my mouth NOW!" She pushed down, taking my cock deep into her throat, and at the same time, grabbed my balls.

That was all it took; I exploded into her. She held me in her throat as I pumped into her over and over. Her fingers worked my balls, tugging them, milking every drop of cum out of them. I spurted and spurted into her, as she maintained her suction on my dick. She emptied my balls completely, and I was totally wiped. It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had. She gently released me from her mouth, and softly licked me. I was in a daze.

"Now," she said, "that should teach you to take a day off."



Day Off For Three



Location: Ramez, Duchy of Atansha, Kingdom of Tildor

Date: Feb 2048

Note: For those interested, this story takes place the morning after "Down on the Mat."

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Charlotte Ann Starshine Moramorian, Lord Marshal of Ramez, was naked and astride her husband. Royce Moramorian, Duke of Atansha, was tall, dark-brown haired with dark brown eyes, very handsome, and as naked, stretched out on their king-size four poster. Her husband had the ability to regenerate. If wounded, his injury healed in hours instead of days or weeks. It also meant he could stay hard and come repeatedly. Useful for a man with two wives.

At the moment, she rocked on his hips, her pussy stretched tight by his hard cock. Royce bucked underneath her, filling her pussy, over and over. He had come so much, he had filled their bedroom, and when she looked around, they were now floating in a sea of his sperm. Concentration on his face, he reached up and tweaked her nipples, and her pussy twinged. Her entire lower belly, from her womb outward had a sense of fullness. Growing fuller. Royce had a nice cock, fat and long, and when he was really pounding into her, she sometimes thought he would split her in half. Looking down at her crotch, she saw he was indeed, fully buried inside, and more sperm gushed out from her stretched nether lips, adding to the growing lake of thick sperm around them.

Royce grunted again. She could feel him squirting inside her belly again. Nearby, Susan emerged naked from the sluggish, white liquid, thick strands of semen coating her hair and dripping from her face. "Do you think there's enough here to make a baby?" Susan asked.

Charlotte Ann felt him still squirting inside her.

The pressure increased.

Before she knew it, their bed floated in the room, then rose even higher. Waves of semen rolled around them. Susan floated away, singing.

Charlotte Ann leaned down. "Royce, I think we'd better stop."

Royce groaned again. She felt his cock continuing to pulsate. More fluid gushed from her soaked pussy. The pressure was getting intolerable.

Then her head bounced on the ceiling. She felt so full.

"Royce! Stop! I mean it! Stop or you'll make me pee everywhere!"

What? What was that supposed to mean?!

Charlotte Ann suddenly sat up in bed, breathing hard, looking around. She blinked and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. A dream?!

Across their large room, in front of the fireplace with its blazing fire, Royce sat in his chair, dressed only in a shirt. His attention was on her sister. On the thick rug, kneeling in front of him, her nightgown around her hips, Susan's blonde head bobbed on Royce's cock. Royce gave another long groan.

Her bladder would scream if it could. She'd had five glasses of apple beer the night before and it all wanted out. Now!

Charlotte Ann quickly climbed out of their huge four-poster bed. No time to even look for something to throw on. Delay would very well mean a very big accident in their bed. She dashed across the thick carpet, then to the cold basalt stone by the bathroom door. Throwing open the door, she scooted inside.

Only to find the bathroom doorway leading to the outside hallway was wide open. Down the hall several people moved about, and inside the hot tub were two women scrubbing at the tiles. When the bedroom door opened, they looked up and got a full view of her one hundred and sixty five centimeter body, lean and muscular frame, shoulder-length dark, curly hair -- disheveled from her sleep, and the matching colored thick bush between her legs. Even at twenty eight, her breasts were still firm and pert.

"Orc puke." She danced from foot to foot, debating about the open door. If she waited any longer, the point would be moot.

Charlotte Ann dashed to the toilet and squatted down. With audible sigh of relief, she let her bladder go, and her strong stream could be heard in the quiet of the bathroom.

"Don't mind me," she said to the women. "But would one of you please close the outside door?"

One climbed out of the tub and did as she was bid. Then the two women went back to work.

Charlotte Ann closed her eyes as the pressure eased. It felt so good to pee! And what a strange dream! she thought.

Then she began to remember the night before.

Royce, her husband, had told her he was in love with her, and she realized she loved him back. Then she learned he had been wearing a magical birth control ring and she hadn't known about it. Susan had demanded it from him, and he gave it to her. Then Susan informed them both she had cast a fertility spell on herself, then made love with him in front of her. What had possessed her to ask Susan to enspell her, too? She hoped it wasn't jealousy or some other stupid emotion. That was not a good reason to have a baby! And what was she thinking? She was Lord Marshal of Atansha, a warrior! She rode with their soldiers to protect their people and the duchy. You do not take babies on patrol. They could get killed!

She remembered Susan's words, and that Royce had ridden her last night for what seemed like forever. Held in his arms, her legs over his shoulders, he had driven in and out of her, plundering her sex. Susan had said the spell might intensify orgasms, and yes, she recalled she had had several and they really had been body shakers. Susan had also warned her that she would want him. Charlotte Ann smiled to herself. Okay. How bad could that be? The idea of Royce sliding inside her felt like an excellent notion. Then she frowned. I never have sex in the morning, especially just after waking up! Susan does that, but I don't. Do I? she thought.

Then she realized she could hear faint moans coming from the open bedroom door. A man's voice. Since she was naked but in the bathroom, obviously it must be Susan pleasuring her husband, the duke. It was one thing to know that people were married and slept together. It was another thing entirely for them to hear that intimate relationship being expressed. She saw the two women grinning as they scrubbed, glancing to the open door. Charlotte Ann felt her face flush with embarrassment.

Her bladder finally empty, she went to the sink. Grabbing a fresh washcloth, she quickly washed her hands and her crotch. Dropping the washcloth down the laundry chute, she hurried back to the bedroom, closing it behind her.

Charlotte Ann was the elder sister, but when they both had agreed to marry Royce, Charlotte Ann had insisted that Susan marry him first, thus becoming First Wife. A First Wife had many rights. Her children could have primacy for inheritance, she had the say whether Royce could marry any other women, and could demand he frequent her bed more often than any other wife. Charlotte Ann didn't care about that. What she did care about was that the First Wife was also responsible for running the household, overseeing the staff, and dealing with all the thousands of details of not just running their family's home, but the home of the Duke of Atansha. Charlotte Ann hated paperwork, probably more than Royce did.

She looked over by the fireplace, where Susan and Royce were. Where Charlotte Ann had dark, curly hair to her shoulders, Susan's light blonde hair was straight as an arrow and hung to her bottom. Usually it was held by a simple hair tie or a headband. This morning -- if morning it still was -- it hung loose, obscuring Susan's face, and the ends pooled around her on the floor. Susan was still sucking his cock.

Royce's hands were in Susan's hair, holding her head as he grunted, his head rolled back. Susan's mouth was loudly slurping his cock, obviously drinking down his sperm. Then she lifted her head, stroking his cock with her hand, aiming his shooting semen at her breasts. "Oh, that's it, Royce. Cover me with your hot come. Show me I'm your woman. Shoot it on me! Yes!" Susan leaned close, moving her breasts over his jerking cock.

Charlotte Ann was shocked. Did she really think like that? She walked over to them, looking at Susan. Semen dribbled from her mouth, and pearl white drops sprinkled over her erect tits. Charlotte Ann felt herself loosen, growing moist, but her sister's words still rankled.

Susan rubbed the semen across her breasts, a huge smile on her face.

"Show me I'm your woman? What does that mean, Susan? Male animals piss to mark territory. You're his wife, not his property!"

"I know that!" Susan flashed her a look of irritation, then refocused on stroking him. "I'm not his property, but I am his woman, just as you are. Royce is male." Susan licked the head of his cock, then grinned. "Definitely all male! And I got him to come from my mouth and my hands. When a man orgasms, he shoots his seed. It's also a pretty good indicator he's had a good time. I love my husband, and I like knowing that I gave him pleasure. Even if I'm not in the mood for coupling, I will suck his cock. I like knowing my mouth can make him just a little helpless, and make him feel good. His coming on my breasts felt kind of slutty and wanton." Susan licked the bit of semen by her mouth, then leaned down and cleaned off Royce's now drooping cock.

Mollified, Charlotte Ann nodded. Then she asked, "I thought you were trying to have a baby. Isn't that wasting his seed?"

Susan grinned. "Oh, that. Well, Royce was nice enough to eat me out for almost an hour. Then, for another hour he pumped me full, coming four times. I was getting sore, but I still wanted him. This was to thank him for being so considerate. I went through two towels." She lifted a bit off the floor, frowning. "I think this one is stuck to my pussy." She carefully reached under her center, concentrating, gritting her teeth. "Yes, that was awkward. " A sigh of relief. "What about you, Sleepyhead? You are usually up with the dawn, but it's past ten bells already. You must have been pretty tired."

Ten bells? Charlotte Ann couldn't ever remember sleeping so late! "I guess so."

Royce leaned forward, pulling Susan up and drawing her into a long, slow kiss. "Thank you, Sweet Wife, for that wonderful treat. I enjoyed our morning together."

Susan sighed. "It was my pleasure, too. I love you, Royce."

Charlotte Ann looked away from their kiss. "Last night you said I had to stick around today. Does that mean I stay here all day?" She found herself staring at Royce's drooping cock, wishing it were hard, so she could climb in his lap and slowly stuff it up her pussy. She blinked. She enjoyed making love to him, but she rarely had such a solid case of lust. Besides, it was morning! She never wanted sex when she first woke up! Was that fertility spell doing this to her? If it was, it nonetheless left her with an empty ache between her legs. Her cleft felt looser, damper.

Royce shifted in his chair, smiling at Charlotte Ann. "What would you rather do, my dear?" She was so rarely home during the day, and he enjoyed looking at her naked charms.

"If I'm not on patrol, I work out a couple hours. Then, it depends. Inspections. Training. Reports. Drills. Dealing with the unexpected. Maybe a city patrol to see how things are going."

Or, she thought, he could just lay me down on the carpet and he could give it to me right there. Just pump and fill me with nice, hot man-cream. She frowned, surprised again. What was that? Man- cream? Charlotte Ann took a long, slow breath. Just a little, sprayed against her womb would feel really nice.

Susan put her hand on her shoulder, and she jumped. Susan had retied her robe, the silk panels draped about her, gathered by a belt at her waist. Charlotte Ann whirled, almost knocking the plate of food from her hands.

"Are you okay?" Susan asked, concerned. "You should eat something. Since you are planning on physical activity, make sure you eat some protein. And I mean real food, Sister, not Royce's semen."

Royce coughed politely to hide his laugh.

Charlotte Ann shook her head. "I-I'm not hungry. Not for food." She turned to her husband. Desire for him flowed through her like molten lava, and the place that burned the most was her pussy. "I've never felt like this before. Royce, I-I ... Royce, I want you. No, that's not true. I need you. Please, make love to me."

Her hand moved between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit as she stared at his limp cock. With joy, she saw it twitch, then begin to firm, the organ filling once again with blood. Slowly she went to her knees, crawling over to him. Her hand reached out, caressing his shaft.

"Please, Royce. You have such a nice, beautiful cock. So hard. So firm. It stretches me so nicely. I need what you have. Will you give it to me? Please say you will." Charlotte Ann put her face into his lap, licking his firming erection. "It's so wonderful. Thick and long, it reaches so far inside me. Mmmmmmm. MmmmmmMMMM. Ohhhh." She rubbed her face on his cock, her eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Please, Royce, give it to me. It's so nice. Put it inside me, will you?"

Standing back up, she turned around and bent over, her legs apart and her head between her knees. Her hands went back and pulled, opening her wet pussy to his view. Charlotte Ann looked at him over her shoulder. He was hard, but he sat in the chair, staring at her.

"See how wet I am for you?" she asked. "I love you, Royce. I do. Give me your love. Fill my hole. It aches for you. Please, Royce, please?" Her fingers worked in and out of her pussy, spreading her juices around.

Royce stood up and walked to her, then to her side. Before she could turn, he reached over her. She squeaked as he grabbed her, rolled her and lifted. Cradled in his arms.

"Susan?" he said. "Would you be kind enough to put a towel on the bed for her?"

Susan sat down her plate. Collecting a fresh towel from the table by the door, she laid it out on the middle of the bed.

Charlotte Ann looked at him. "You didn't enter me. I wanted you to, but you didn't enter me. Don't you love me, Royce? Don't you want me?"

"Of course I love you, Charlotte Ann! I want you a lot. I want to make love to you, not just mount you. Kiss me."

He leaned down and she took his face into her hands, eagerly kissing him. She opened her mouth and her tongue probed his mouth.

Gently, he laid her down onto the bed, placing her hips squarely on the towel. Then he lay next to her, pulling her into his embrace. His lips kissed her eyes, cheek, and chin, his tongue tracing a line along her neck and then to her jaw.

Her hand moved to his cock. She tried to push her leg under him. "Please, Royce. I'm so ready. My pussy is soaked. And so empty. I ache for you, my husband. Show me you love me. Enter me. Let me feel you hard inside me. Please?"

Susan sat down on the loveseat, eating slowly. Her own pussy was still too sore, but she thought it might be fun to watch them. It could be fun, too, the both of them sharing their first pregnancy together. Though, Charlotte Ann begging for penetration was new. Atypical even. She chalked it up to the fertility spell.

His hand moved down, squeezing Charlotte Ann's breast. His mouth moved down; licking and nipping.

"Royce, I love you. Please? I don't need that, honey. I'm so ready now. You're so hard, so big and hard. I'm so wet. Please, Royce? Take me? I want you. I want you inside me so bad."

With a sigh, he moved down. Instantly her legs moved wide apart. His mouth descended onto her pussy, licking and tasting her, tracing the outline of her nether lips.

She groaned. "That's so good. But not what I want. Inside, please. Inside me. Take me, Royce. You have such a nice, hard cock, and nice, big balls full of hot come. I want what you have for me. All that nice come for my pussy. Please?"

Her hips rolled under his tongue. With her hands, she grabbed at his shoulder, urging him up. When he continued using his mouth on her pussy, she put her ankles behind her own shoulders.

Her voice became ragged, pleading. "I--I'll do anything you ask. Anything. I will. Just ask me to do what you want. I promise. Please do me, Royce. Don't make me wait anymore."

Royce lifted himself up, concerned. "I've never seen you like this before."

"I want you. I do. Come on, Royce. Into my pussy? Please, Honey?"

"You don't want me to suck your breasts? Eat your pussy? Make it last?" On his hands and knees, he moved over her. "We may be making a baby together. Don't you us want us to take our time and enjoy ourselves?"

Charlotte Ann reached down and grabbed his cock. She tried to lift her hips, aiming her open pussy at his erection. Frustrated, she began to weep. "Please, honey? In me? I want it so bad."

"All right," he said, nodding. Royce lowered his hips and guided by Charlotte Ann, easily slid into her engorged pussy. She groaned as he joined his body to hers. He shifted, and his balls rested on her butt.

Once he was inside, she wriggled and humped, trying to ride his shaft. Royce searched her face, but her focus was on their union. Then she looked up at him, tears running from her eyes. "Don't tease me, Royce. Don't tease. I need you." Charlotte Ann tried to lower her legs past his arms so she could use her legs to ride him, but he didn't let her move them.

"You just want me to fill your pussy with sperm?"

"Yes! Yes, Royce. Fuck me! Breed me! Fuck me! Make my belly fat. Oh, please, oh, please."

He lifted up, angling himself, then began rapidly thrusting into her center.

She stiffened almost right away. "Ohhhhhh. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh. Ohhh! Ohhhhhh. Ahhhh. That's .... that's .... ohhhhhh. Huhhhhhh. Ohhhhh. So.... yes, so.... " She arched, huffing, sobbing. She exploded around his hard member as he drilled her sopping cavity. "Come. Come. Coming. Coming for you, for me. Ohhhhhh. Huuuhhhhhh. Oh, ohhhhhh, yes!"

"I love you, my dark beauty. Feel me. Inside you. Feel me good. I've got you and I'm giving it to you." His hard cock was driving into her, parting her, hips slapping against hers.

Her body shook, her breath gasping and sobbing. "Come ... come ... come. Give me your come... I need it."

Royce worked it harder, grinding himself against her pubic bone. Then it was his turn. He slammed hard, shoving, pinning her. Deep inside her inflamed pussy, his cock jerked and spat hot semen, over and over. Six bolts of thick come, seven, eight, nine. Charlotte Ann jumped with the first, then grabbed his butt, grinding back against him. She continued to shudder and shake, grunting, moaning.

As soon as he was done unloading into her, Royce started thrusting again. For the next hour, he worked his cock in and out of her. Three more times he ejaculated, shooting his cream deep inside, hosing her womb. Their crotches were soaked and sticky. Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged and rough. Each thrust brought a spasm as her pussy throbbed around his cock, a faint whimper from her open mouth.

Royce had given her what she asked for. Even with all the semen he'd sprayed into her, she was beginning to get dry. He slowed down. Shifting, he tried to pull out, but the grip of her hands just tightened, holding him in place. He gave her a kiss, but she didn't respond. Charlotte Ann appeared to have passed out. Or entered some fugue state.

Royce turned his head, scanning the room. "Susan?"

"Beloved?" Dozing by the fire, she came awake at his call. She got up and went to the bed.

"Please check her? And I want you to end the spell on her. Whatever it is supposed to do, it's not working correctly. I don't like what it's done to her. She's not in her right mind, and that makes this wrong."

Susan sighed. "It does seem to have affected her quite strongly. You should probably pull out."

"I've tried that. Her nails just dig harder into my butt."

Susan glanced to his rear end. Charlotte Ann had drawn a bit of blood from him.

"So I see." Drawing out her holy symbol, she uttered a quick prayer and an invocation. "Sa lemsa pacem. Ahten kemsa hesh."




Day Off For Three



Royce recognized it as restful sleep. When Susan touched her sister's forehead, Charlotte Ann jerked, took a deep breath, and then slowly relaxed, her hands releasing Royce from her grip. He lifted up at once, sliding out. His cock drooped, covered from their coupling.

Susan licked her lips. "It's almost noon. I will happily clean you off, but I'm guessing you want to rest a bit."

He grinned. "Your offer actually sounds nice. But would you be content to just clean my cock?"

"Probably not," Susan admitted. "I'd try to get you hard, then climb on top, and slide my pussy over your hard manhood. The thought of mating again with you, riding nice and slow is very tempting."

"I love you, too, Susan. I will be inside you soon. Let me take a quick shower, then let's have some lunch first, shall we?"

She gave him a wistful look. "Of course, Beloved. Food now, sperm later."

He shot her a grin as he moved off the bed. "Her reaction, I take it, is not typical for the fertility spell?"

She shook her head, puzzled. "Mine is the norm. The lust is strong, a heat that fills me when I look at you. The love we have magnifies the power of the spell."

Royce put warm water onto a washcloth and returned to the bed. He gently opened Charlotte Ann's legs and wiped her down. There was a huge pool on the towel.

"But there is a danger, too," Susan continued, "especially if mixed with drugs or alcohol. The spell literally brings on desire, and increases the likelihood of coupling resulting in pregnancy. It reduces inhibitions, too. If you told me to submit to mating from other men, it would be hard to resist. The spell cares not the source, its purpose is to make mating more successful."

He glanced up at her. "Would you like that? Having a couple of men here, mounting you? Maybe a dozen?"

Susan shivered, lust growing in her eyes. "For the length of the spell, yes. But I love you, Royce. You are my man. It is your child I want. Not someone else's. If you asked it, I would do it, but later I would feel guilt and betrayal. Unloved."

Finished with cleaning, he removed the soiled towel, and covered Charlotte Ann with a blanket so she wouldn't get chilled. The fire was warm, but there was a bit of coolness in the bedroom. It was mid- winter after all. The bay windows at the far end of the bedroom were unshuttered, and the glass completely misted over.

"Explain, please. Why guilt and betrayal? You insisted we have an open marriage. Why should you feel either?"

"I insisted on the open marriage for you, Husband. Not for me. I am content with one man. With your strong sex drive and your ability to regenerate, I did not want you to ever feel trapped or worse, bored. I reserve the right to banish any lover I discover, but as long as you do not neglect me or my sister and I do not hear about it, I am content to have from you what you are willing to give me."

"I can't imagine ever being bored with you, Susan. And unloved?"

"I am your wife. I love you. There is no other man for me. But even before love manifested for me, we were friends, and my agreement was that if we had children, they would be yours and mine. If I bore another man's child, that would be unethical, and in my mind, violate our original bargain. If you asked me to submit to other men, I would probably do so, especially under this magic. But afterward, I would be hurt that instead of making sure I was pregnant by you, that you would pass me about so freely, not caring if the child was truly yours or not."

"A child is a child, Susan. I love you, and any child of yours, I would love and raise as my own. I mean that, my love. But I take your points, each of them. I would not ever ask you to do what you did not feel comfortable doing. Especially in matters of love and sex. A willing partner is what I want. One who lets me know she enjoys what I'm doing -- that gives me excitement. I want only what you are willing and eager to give. I'd prefer it if you didn't ever make love just because you thought I wanted it. It's okay to say no if that's how you really feel. Going a day without ejaculation won't kill me. But this spell and its effect on Charlotte Ann really bothers me. The only reason I continued is that she made it clear last night that she wanted a baby, too. I've given her my seed eight times since then. Of course, even with the magic, it's still no guarantee of pregnancy. Not unless you spell me, too."

Susan crawled onto the bed, near her sister. She cleared her mind again, and performed the words to dispel the fertility magic on Charlotte Ann. When she put her hands on her sister's head to complete the spell, Charlotte Ann spasmed once, then rolled over in her sleep, clutching a pillow, burying her face into it. Royce's. Susan got up and went to her husband.

"Not everyone has the same sex drive," she said. "Nor do we always find ourselves in sync. When you want me, Royce, don't ever fail to ask me. I love you and I want you to think of me when you feel the need or desire for coupling. I might not always say yes, but I can't say it if you don't ask. You are really sexy, too. I'm a fair looker, but Charlotte Ann is prettier than me--" she held up her hand to silence his protest. "It's true and I've always known it. It doesn't bother me. And having fallen in love with you, I have to pinch myself because I can't believe this gorgeous and brave man -- who is also strong, smart, and kind -- wants to be with me. As for making love? Well, I might not even have been thinking of it, but a few words of endearments and your lips on mine just might get me in the mood. Besides, I like doing things for other people. That's why I became a priestess. Knowing my body arouses you makes me feel good. Giving you pleasure gives me pleasure in return. I mean it, Royce. If you want me, let me know. If I'm too tired or too out of sorts, I'll let you know, but I want you to ask. Okay?"

She was breathing deep, and her nipples were hard peaks, clearly visible through her sheer nightgown. Her arguments were thought out, but the subject matter, especially considering her heightened state of arousal was doing a number on her.

Royce took her hand and led her to the fireplace.

"I thought you were going to take a shower and order lunch."

"I will," he replied. "First things first." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, long and slow, his tongue questing and then dancing with hers. When they broke it, his hand moved to cup a breast, squeezing gently.

"You do arouse me, my wife. I'm letting you know I want to make love to you. I want to put my hard cock inside you and touch all those secret places inside. And when you want me to, I will fill you up."

Susan moaned. "Oh, yes," was all she managed.

He kissed her cheek, his hand alternately squeezing and caressing her breast. "Sweet woman. I so wanted to take my time with Charlotte Ann. You admitted earlier that you enjoy sucking my cock because it makes me helpless while you are in control. And that it gives you pleasure giving pleasure. When I have my head between your legs, drinking the nectar from your sex, I feel the same way. Feeling the gush of your juices while you come on my face is pretty awesome." His arms encircled her again, hugging her tight while his lips devoured hers. She eagerly responded, simultaneously aroused yet unhurried. "I think shower and lunch will be delayed. I want inside you again--"

She groaned, caressing his bare butt.

"--but I want to take my time, making love, like I did this morning. Will you let me?"

Susan unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the chair. Then she ran her hands over his wide chest. "Yes, my heart," she breathed.

He plied lingering kisses across her face, along the line of her jaw. His hot breath around her ears, his tongue tracing her ear lobes, then licking and biting her neck all helped melt her. Up one side, to her mouth, and down the other. With a long sigh, she bared her neck for him.

When he paused, she moved her mouth across his chest, her tongue trailing from one nipple to the other. She breathed in his musky scent, nibbling across his collar bone. So male. She felt herself moisten.

Royce sighed under her attention while he undid the shoulder straps on her nightgown. One shoulder bare, then the soft layers of silk collapsed, gathering at the belt tied at her waist. Leaning down, he pulled her close. Royce's tongue circled her aureole, then he drew her in.

Her hands gathered into his hair, caressing him as she took long, deep breaths. He flicked her nipples, then sucked on them, then nearly swallowing half her breast into his mouth. Even though they weren't large, her breasts were sensitive. In the time since they had become lovers, he had discovered he could bring her to orgasm just by using his mouth and hands on them.

Susan groaned, pressing her breast against his face. Her hands combed through his hair. "Caernach Royce Moramorian," she whispered. "my husband, my lover -- I love you so much."

He groaned in response. Gently, slowly, he ran his teeth on a nipple, causing her to arch further.

Breathing was becoming difficult for her again. And she loved it. "You could .. sit in your .. your chair .. and I'll .. sit on your lap," she offered.

He ran his fingers along her vee. There was a long, ragged inhale as his fingers were covered in her dewy slickness. Royce stood, his fingers pinching her aureolas, rolling her nipples. "If I sat, naturally you could take me into your pussy, so my hands could be free."

She rubbed her belly against him, his erection, the cloth of her nightgown separating them. "Oh, that would be .. marvelous, Husband. You're so .. thoughtful." Susan undid the tie, stepped back briefly, allowing it to drop to the floor, then she embraced him. Pulling his hips to hers, she rubbed her belly against his shaft.

Royce walked slowly backward to his chair. She followed close. He sat down, his cock rising up from his lap. He moved forward a bit so there would be room for her knees. She lifted her legs apart as she climbed over him. One hand grasping his cock, she positioned him at the entrance to her sex and eased down. Rocking slowly, she descended, engulfing him. Once she was settled, he pulled her close, his mouth suckling on her breast.

Susan lost no time, rocking back and forth, sometimes varying it by moving side to side, all the while grinding her clit against him. Gripping his shoulders, she threw her head back. His mouth on her breast and her pussy filled. He stretched her so good. She rode him, thrilled by his fat cock deeply probing her pussy. Long minutes of easy, slow ecstasy.

He lifted his head from her nipple. "You're close, aren't you?"

"Oh .. merciful .. heaven .. yes!" Her hips moved more frantically, lifting and rocking on his cock, reveling in feel of his thundering passage in and out of her inflamed channel, the deep, deep caress of his crown along her cervix.

Royce closed his eyes, letting loose his control. The tight, velvet friction of her walls around his erection was wonderful. The slick intensity of her gyrations. Sensation along his shaft grew. His hands pulled her hips, urging her to rock faster.

She stared at him, her eyes desperate, hungry. The pressure in her loins was maddening. The ripples of pleasure from grinding her clit against his crotch, the full, stuffed feeling of his hard cock buried in her pussy -- yes, she was close. So, so close!

Susan felt his cock swell, and realization flashed in her eyes. "Royce!"

Then she felt the first pulse of his hot, sticky semen splashing the mouth of her womb and she exploded. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Ahhhh!" She felt him throbbing, spewing inside, and her pussy squeezing down, releasing, squeezing down, releasing. Huffing, she ground against him, determined to take more of him inside. She needed what he was giving her, the semen cooling the burning ache within her to mate and make a child. Shivering, she suddenly grabbed his face and kissed him, hungry to taste him, feel his mouth on hers while his balls twitched, emptying into her belly.

Slowly, the waves of pleasure faded. Susan leaned her forehead against his, gulping air. "Such a good lover," she gasped. "That was .. wonderful."

He put his cheek to hers, his own breathing heavy. "I love you, Susan. My flower, my beautiful lily."

She smiled. She knew her name meant lily. "Hmmmm. I guess that would make you the bee. You have such a nice stinger with which to prick my pussy. You have pollinated me nicely. There's sperm everywhere."

Royce chuckled, amused by her metaphor. "Indeed? How delightful! I'm putting you on notice though. Hang on."

She did. His hands still holding her hips, he leaned forward and slowly rose out of the chair, carrying her with him. The press of his undiminished erection inside, moving side to side as he took the steps closer to the fireplace was pleasant. Slowly and carefully, he laid her down on the thick carpet.

"Again, Husband? What of the carpet? It was so expensive. We'll make a mess on it." In truth, though, her practical side was overwhelmed by her desires.

He settled his hips onto hers, pushing until his balls rested on the bottom lips of her pussy. "It can be cleaned. By magic if necessary. But you and I. That was too short. I like being inside you. It's a caress, a warm loving greeting of your body welcoming mine."

Amused and pleased, she ran her hands leisurely through his dark brown hair. "Welcome, then, my darling. And I love having you inside my body. I don't like it when you pull out right after coming. After we have made love, I like having you stay inside. Not just parted but stretched and filled by you. Male to female. Man to woman. Husband to wife. Not driven by need, but basking in the contact."

"Yes, exactly!" He leaned down and kissed her, long and slow. "So let's talk. Later, I'll come in you again--"

"Oh, yes," she breathed, kissing slowly along his chin.

"--But for now, I am enjoying the fact your legs are spread beneath me, making penetration of your sweet center easier. My hard cock is buried to the hilt in your sweet notch, and there's no hurry. So talk to me about how this spell is affecting you."

Susan blinked, then snickered. "Just talk, eh? You want me to tell you how I lust for you? Want you? How I yearn to feel you shoot more of your hot, delicious sperm inside me, bathing my womb? If you want me, just do me, Royce. Or do you need me to tell you my desire, to encourage you?"

He shook his head. "Only partly true. But I thought if we talked about it, it might give us insight into how it affected Charlotte Ann. I mean, have you ever heard it affecting someone that intensely?"

Love welled up, washing over her. She hugged him tight, with her arms, her legs, her body, kissing him. "Of course. You're worried about her. No, I haven't. Sometimes I wished I had you all to myself, but on the whole, I'm glad you insisted we both marry you. She is my sister, and aside from you, my best friend. You are good to us both. I love her dearly, Husband, and knowing that you love her as you love me makes me love you all the more."

Bracing himself on one arm, he used his free hand to caress her cheek, her chin, brush the length of her neck. "Tell me, how has the spell made you feel?"

"It's designed for breeding, for making children. It creates and increases desire for sex."

"But the reverse has no impact on sex drive."

"True enough," she admitted. "I don't know how it is for men. When a woman is aroused, her labia engorge. Some think it is to increase the friction on the cock, to encourage ejaculation. Oh! that was nice."

Royce flexed his cock, causing it to briefly swell, then using both hands to steady himself, began slowly rocking, his cock moving a little out, a little in. "If that's too distracting, I'll stop. Please continue."

"No, my love. It's fine. I can talk. For a while anyway. Too much movement, though, drives away all thought. Bear that in mind. Your cock is big, Royce. It's thicker and longer than most men. It's certainly the largest to ever enter me. When you put it inside and thrust away, it truly demands my full attention."

Her words obviously pleased him. But it was truth, for all that. She continued. "Yes, the fertility spell. Women, you know, don't have a regular, annual heat like horses or other animals. With the right lover, we can be receptive to sex throughout the year. But there are a few days each month when we are more fertile than normal. Our eggs drop, the sight of a tight butt or the scent of a man makes us wet, and thoughts turn to having a good pussy poke."

"You mean you lust? You should tell me when those days happen. I will happily oblige you."

"Of course I lust! Women can enjoy sex just as much as men. Biology helps, but love itself is as important at arousing, inciting, fueling the desire to take and to give to your lover. Or rather, it narrows the focus. If biology and magic inflame, love tells me whom to seek out."

"I so enjoy listening to you. You're not just my lover, but my smart friend with the hot body. I'm distracting you again."

"You are," she agreed. "Back to the spell. A woman's cycle isn't just fertility and menstruation. In between are days where the body changes between the two states. If we aren't already in our fertile period, the spell makes it so. Ovulation increases the lust within us for coupling. It takes a few hours for full effect, and it lasts for several days. Ever since I used the spell, my pussy has felt .. well, tingly and hot. Like how the heat from the fire beside us warms deep into our skin. Hot and wet. Wetter than usual anyway. My pussy wants to be parted, even aches to be filled. And when you come in me, it cools the heat. For a short while. Then it builds again."

"Interesting. Has Charlotte Ann had any other magic cast on her recently? That you are aware of, anyway?"

Susan shook her head. "I'm lucky if can get her to take a healing spell. Like after you and she have gone at it in the gym. I still don't understand how you can hurt each other like that." She closed her eyes and turned her head away.

"Susan. It's not meant to hurt. You've had the training. You know that the skills must be practiced to be automatic. If she would let me, I'd happily heal her after every session. But she thinks of it like her battle scars, as warrior marks. Three weeks ago, I miscalculated and hit her pretty hard. I think I may have even cracked her rib. I said the healing prayer and laid hands on her, and she became furious, telling me I had no right to heal her, that I wasn't treating her with respect as a warrior. I have no clue where she got such a line of crap, but it's there in her head. Until last night, she refused to speak to me. She avoided me when she was here, and did her best to stay away as much as possible."

"I'd wondered what had come between you two. Can I put my legs down?" she asked.

"Of course."

He shifted, and Susan stretched out her legs, sighing, enjoying his gentle strokes.

"I like spreading my legs so you can have your way with me, but my hips do need a rest. You rode me for over an hour earlier this morning -- and I am not complaining in the slightest, mind you. I enjoyed what you did. But I'm not used to being bent in half for so long."

He spread his own legs a bit as he worked himself slowly in and out of her. Susan moved her legs further apart. A few moments of silence, listening to the wet, slick sounds of their sexes working together. Pleasure grew in her belly.

"Ooooh."

Her hands formed into claws, she ran her nails from his collar bone to his belly. Up, and then down again. Faint pink lines formed on his chest.

Then he gasped and jerked, and she blinked in surprise. He pushed his hips hard against her, his cock suddenly spewing his seed in her.




Day Off For Three



"Oh, Royce," she moaned, moving slowly under him, her hands pulling his hips tight against her eager, receptive pussy. She lifted her legs again, clamping them tight around him. "That feels so good. Come in me all you want, my love. You just fill my pussy all up. Give it all to Susan."

"Oh. My. I didn't expect that."

"I liked it. A lot," she murmured. "And not just because we're trying to have a baby. You aren't done are you?"

"Uh, no." His cock was still twitching, creaming her.

"I meant, you and I still have more to talk about, right?"

"Yes."

"Mmmm. That's nice." When his cock stopped throbbing, she sighed, lowering her legs back out again. The warm, sticky fluid felt good, soothing.

"That's the first time that's happened with us," he marveled.

"I certainly hope it won't be the last. I mean it, Royce. You don't have to hold back your own pleasure until I orgasm. Really. Feel free to come inside me anytime. I feel sexy, knowing my body pleasured you like that." She kissed his chest, then licked his skin, inhaling his scent.

From the bed came the distant sounds of snoring.

Royce grinned.

Susan snickered, then started laughing. "Poor baby," she said at last. "She didn't get much sleep last night. Tossing and turning. Come to think of it, we didn't get much either. I woke up at two bells because a frisky man was playing with my pussy."

His face darkened. "About that. Her dreams were pretty chaotic. Dark and scattered."

"You were reading her?"

"Not intentionally. I ask before I try to read the thoughts of others. You know that. She was open, though, broadcasting a collage of images. I heard her mumble, 'Dianne.' She dreamt of when we found you and her. And the others."

The joy in Susan turned to cold lead, its heavy, oppressive weight pressing down on her.

He saw the look on her face and it wounded him, yet he felt compelled to continue. "We've never talked about this. I know this is painful for you, but I'm wondering if it doesn't have something to do with how the spell affected her."

Susan bit her lip. Eleven years ago, on the second half of their Rite of Adulthood, when they were out in the wilderness alone, testing their survival skills, she and her sister had been captured by slavers. Had the marks burned into her thigh, the numbers tattooed below the brand. Gang-raped more times than she cared to remember. Their raucous laughter. The blood. The harsh, stabbing pain in her pussy and ass that made walking agony. No time to heal before the next assault. Her sister, more beautiful, had suffered more often than herself. Chained down by steel manacles in the back of a wagon, unable to fend them off. Guilt and shame for admitting that she was thankful she was not as pretty. Grief, pain, terror. And noticing that every once in a while the woman taken away never returned.

The slavers had obviously known about the Rites, knew they would be scattered in pairs in the wilderness, vulnerable to large, armed parties. Hundreds of young people, all captured by those foul men. Susan and Charlotte Ann had been their prisoners -- no, their slaves for more than two weeks. Their brother Thorband and younger sister Arionna had been enslaved for much longer. Handsome Thorband, a big and gentle man, had endured rape, too, for some of the Hellenes favored sodomy. Arionna had been brutalized so badly and so often, she had ceased talking altogether, her speech reduced to growls and snarls.

Then Royce had been captured. He let himself be branded and then endured gang rape while his sister, Dianne, invisible, learned their numbers and their plans, then passing on by telepathy what she learned to their families at home. Dianne saved Charlotte Ann personally, for when Dianne found her, she was once again chained down, legs spread. But that night, they had intended to sacrifice her afterward, dedicating her slain body to Ares, the Hellenic god of war. Enraged, Dianne killed them all, freed Charlotte Ann and healed her body, and together they killed more slavers and freed more prisoners until the army arrived, led by Royce's parents and aided by her own. Not a single slaver escaped that bloody night. The other two slave camps operating nearby were similarly dealt with.

Some of the captured had already been sent on to the Caloren States where they were sold. The Prince sent agents to retrieve them. Where they could, some were freed by coin. The others were simply taken. Hundreds were rescued, but even afterward, scores were unaccounted for.

The aftermath was harder still. Counseling was mandatory. Ordered by Prince Caernach, Royce's father, and supported by Valeeta Ramen, the chief High Priestess. Many of the young people also opted for some sort of magical memory alteration, to blur or even erase the horrors. Seared into Susan's mind was her bright and ever cheerful sister Arionna, knives in her hands, howling as she rolled naked, covering herself in blood and gore, hacking at the dead. And the horrified mixture of repulsion and desire to join her.

Susan's hands knotted into fists, her breathing tense.

"I'm sorry, Susan. I see this is more difficult than I--"

"Up, up, up!" she heaved, pushing on his chest.

He slipped out, and made to rise, but she reached for him. "No! Don't go! I'm sorry. I just .. I just ... It just got to me. I didn't mean it. Stay, Royce. Please. Stay. Don't leave me."

Susan forced herself to relax, her face determined. She stroked his cock with her hand until his erection returned. Then she lay back down, lifting her legs, spreading them. She held out her hand, inviting him. He moved back over her, and she guided him back in.

"It is difficult," she admitted, making herself look directly into his brown eyes. "Bear with me, please. I won't have our union sullied by those memories. What we have between us is freely given by us both. It is love. Those bastards hurt and stole from us both. The acts aren't the same. They aren't. They aren't the same at all." Tears welled up.

He took a long breath, shifting his weight. "They just both involve having a hard cock being forced inside you. That's about as personal as it gets. You are so beautiful, Susan. Your heart is so strong. I love you. They are memories of bad times. However, I thought you were healed, able to deal with them."

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. "I am healed. If I wasn't, I would never have become your lover, much less your wife. You are my man and my friend. A good friend! Since yesterday, we have been working on making a child, our love made manifest. Royce, I trust you with my life and with my heart. I freely give myself to you. Husband, they tied me down and took it my body by force. There are some days I still thank the Lawgiver for you getting captured. The day you and your sister arrived was the day we were freed! I just don't think about what happened unless I absolutely have to."

"Did you have any magic done?"

The memory alteration magic.

"No," she said. Her voice trembled. Covering her eyes, she took several breaths, deliberately slow. "Time has helped some. And a lot of good memories since then. We were luckier. You endured much. Imagine what passed for Charlotte Ann and myself. We were there sixteen days. Arionna lets very few men hug her. The only one who can hold her for more than a few seconds is Thorband. They were enslaved for ten weeks! My experiences were horrific. Theirs must have been positively nightmarish."

"How about Charlotte Ann?"

"You're getting soft again, Royce."

"Can you blame me? There are few crimes that are worse. And you're right. It was a nightmare."

"I don't want this to get between us. Look in my eyes. See my love for you. Work your cock in me. Get hard again for me. Please?" She put her hands around his face. "I love you," she said. "I want you, right where you are. Every time you make love to me helps erase a little bit of that hateful time. Love me, Husband."

Already decided, he concentrated, reaching out with his mind. A pitcher lifted up and water poured into a basin, the water heated up, then the basin floated through the air, followed by a washcloth and towel.

Susan saw the floating articles. "What? No."

Then Royce pulled out.

"Royce. Husband. Please don't do this."

"Susan, I love you. I'm not going anywhere." The washbasin drifted down to the carpet beside him. He dipped the washcloth into the warm water. "I'm going to clean us off. We are going to at least put on our robes to ward off the underlying cold in our room. Then, I want you in my lap, my arms around you while we talk about this evil memory. I believe it has a part in how Charlotte Ann was affected, and I have to wonder if it has anything to do with her desire to endure her injuries. Now I think we need to air it between us as well." He pulled her up for a kiss, passionate yet gentle. "Trust me. I have no intention of letting this get between us as well. You are my wife. I love you. I feel your pain, Susan. Your guards are down, and it's a deep wound in your psyche still. It doesn't change my desire for you. There are many days when your mere presence makes me want to bend you over and have my way with you. Right now we deal with this part of our past. Face it head on. Together."

She let him wash her sex, emotions rioting within her heart. When he was done, he gently toweled her dry, then quickly wiped himself down. Standing, he reached down to help her up. He went to their closets, and took out heavy robes, helping her into hers before putting on his own.

"I'll be just a moment," he promised. He took the soiled towel and washclothes to the bathroom, dumping them into the laundry chute, and emptied the fouled water into the sink. Back in their bedroom, Royce went to the door leading to the hallway and summoned a guard.

"Please send someone to Cook. Tell her we are ready for our midday meal. There are three of us, and to send extra. The Lord Marshal missed her breakfast."

"My Lord!" came the answer. Susan recognized the voice as belonging to Hamil Rider, a brave man just recently promoted to the House Guard.

Royce closed the door and went back to their closet. When he came out, he wore slippers. He carried a pair of her slippers and leg warmers, leading her to the loveseat. She sat while he put the leg warmers on her, then the slippers. After putting a large pillow at one edge, he scooped her up in his arms and sat her onto his lap. Carefully, he started moving her hair from her back, bringing it around to hang in front of her left shoulder. Susan leaned forward to free her hair, so it wouldn't get pulled. But she didn't look at him.

"Are you upset with me?"

She shook her head.

"Then what is it?"

Finally she met his eyes. "I'm not exactly looking forward to this."

One arm around her, he kissed her forehead. "Even if it may help understand what happened to Charlotte Ann? If the memory magic affected her oddly, another spell, too, could have unexpected, possibly disastrous effects."

Susan sighed. "You're right, of course. All right. You begin."

"Very well. On the day I was captured, I heard them before we saw them."

"You and your sister, Dianne."

He nodded. "Both of us got a bad feeling, so I told her to go and get our things together. She teleported back to camp. She wasn't supposed to do that, of course. Our psionics, our mental powers -- we agreed not to use them to make the survival portion of our Rite of Adulthood any easier than it would be for anyone else. It was a point of honor after all. Later, I was glad she did. She packed up her things and hid them. I was in the water, naked as a jaybird when the slavers found me. My weapons and clothes on shore. Fifteen of them, half with crossbows. I could have teleported out as well, but I wanted to know who they were. Bandits? Raiders? Were they alone or part of a larger group? So I let them take me. They took my weapons and clothes, dividing my possessions amongst themselves. At camp, they took what else they wanted and scattered the rest. As we walked, listening to their speech, I learned their purpose, to capture us for slaves. I determined to learn more. That evening, they staked me out, knees under me so my ass was in the air. The first one is the hardest to endure of course. After that, the semen helps ease the way for the next penetration. I found myself hoping they came quickly. Dianne endured part of it, too. Our minds were linked, so she felt my pain until I broke contact. She had the harder task, standing by, watching and waiting. Not interfering."

Susan's lower lip trembled. Seeing her distress, Royce pulled her into his shoulder.

"It's all right, Susan. It was a long time ago."

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. One rape. Many. It all hurts. They hurt you, too, beloved. They hurt you, too." Her breath caught, then she cried into his chest.

He rocked her, one hand to cup her face, the other to rub along her back. "It's over, Baby. All over. They died for their sins. They can't hurt us anymore."

Susan's cry didn't last long. His presence and his soothing touch and calm, quiet words comforted her. As her breathing returned to normal, her breath caught again.

"What was that?" he asked.

She hiccoughed again. "Shit," she muttered. "I hate -hic- hiccups."

There was a knock at the door. Using a bit of distance viewing, he scanned outside their bedroom door. The black-haired and bronzed woman was Miri Tanner, Susan's chief Lady-in-Waiting. Susan had given her the day off, yet here she was, bringing a large cart of food to their room.

Using a bit of telekinesis, Royce opened the door from more than twenty meters away. "Come in," Royce called out. Susan made to get off his lap, but Royce pulled her close. "Stay where you are, please."

"Okay," she whispered. Susan felt raw. Mental images of him being raped triggered more memories of her own violations. Laying her face onto his chest, she was grateful for the refuge he provided, the safety of his strong arms.

Miri pushed the cart into the room, her heavy, winter dress swishing around her. Underneath her dark blue dress, Royce spied plain dark trousers and fur-lined boots. Good winter wear. Her short jacket bore the Moramorian arms, surmounted by a large cyan roundel over a gold key. The roundel indicated her rank as a member of Susan's staff, the key her role as castellan. Below it all was a diagonal on the left, and below that was a lozenge crest, half the size as the Moramorian arms, her own arms of House Tanner.

"Bring the cart near us," Royce told her. "Ah, good, there's wine. If you move this table out of the way, you can leave the cart right there, so it'll be in arm's reach. Would you be so good as to pour us both a glass? Just set them on the cart. Thank you very much. Susan, do you need Miri to do anything for you?"

Miri set the glasses down, then she squatted down, below eye level to her mistress, obvious concern in her eyes. "My Lady appears troubled. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Susan smiled. "No, thank you. We're just talking about something that happened a long time ago. I gave you the day off today. What are you doing here?"

"I was downstairs in the kitchen when Cook got the order for food. I volunteered."

"That was sweet of you," Susan said, wiping at her eye. "Now go! Enjoy your day off. Spend some time with your brother and his family. I'll see you tomorrow at the temple after lunch."

A brief nod, and Miri rose. "Very good, my Lady." Then she left, closing the door behind her.

Royce handed Susan a glass of red wine. He couldn't quite reach the lids covering the dishes. He didn't want Susan to leave his lap, so he used more telekinesis. Warm roast beef. Thick slices of cheese. Hot vegetable soup. Soft fresh bread. Creamy butter. On the dessert tray were sugar cookies and a full pumpkin pie.

Cook had provided yet another decent meal for them. She and her assistants also fed the dozens that lived within the Household - guards, butlers, maids, scribes, secretaries, and all the other many people it took to run a growing city and the household of its ruler.

"Can I interest you in something to eat?" he asked.

Susan drained half the glass. "I suppose I should. Otherwise this will make me sleep."

Concentrating, he made them both a half sandwich. Next, he filled two bowels with soup, placing the completed meal within easy reach. Susan sat down her glass and took the bowel and spoon. After blowing on the first spoonful, she said, "Salt and pepper?"

He passed her the condiments, and together they ate in silence. Both realized they were hungry. Before Susan knew it, she was scooping up the last of her soup with her bread.

"More?" he asked.

"I want to let this settle first. It was quite good, though." She finished her wine, and followed up with cold water.

Royce set their bowels onto the cart. "I should finish," he said.

"I guess that's best."

"We were on foot. It took three days to reach the main camp. All they gave me was a cup of water at midday, and some dried bread. At night, Dianne made sure I got both food and drink. I was staked out each night. My regeneration healed me, so that by morning, I was fully healed. It raised some suspicions, but they chalked it up to me being tough.

"Once I was in camp, they staked me onto one of their posts. I got my brand and the tattoo, then remained there the rest of the day. And you are right. Sometimes a pretty face can be hazardous. I am also aware you women had it much worse."

"We have a second hole to bleed from." She stared at the empty glass in her hand.

"You know much of the rest. While I remained their prisoner, Dianne scouted around, learning about them. Then she discovered Charlotte Ann and what they intended."

She stared at the glass, not really seeing it. "Normally, you spent half the day on the post, raped by anyone who wanted to do you. Then they took you down and returned you to the line to heal for a few days, and dragged off another to take your place. The men usually lined up when you were first hung up. The first one didn't have to stick their cock into another man's sperm. They made deals about who went first, and made comments while they watched."

Royce took her glass, startling her. "It's long gone. And they are dead."

Susan slowly nodded. "I think that's why torture and rape are considered worse crimes than murder. Murder is over and done. You can grieve, but the person is still gone. It's over. But the scars of torture, of rape? They stay with you forever."

Royce shook his head. "They are vile acts, true enough. Yet I'm not so sure about your argument. I can no longer imagine not having you in my life. If anything happened to you, I would miss you. Forever. I would."

She suddenly leaned into him, pulling him down for a kiss. When she released him, she asked, "So what next?"

"We find an expert. Dianne and Vernon helped me. They helped me review the memories, helped take the edge off them. They are difficult, but I can put them aside and they don't haunt me. I think it would be good to have a healer or group of healers work with Charlotte Ann. My sister, Theodonra, has become quite good at helping others. She, too, might have some good advice about Charlotte Ann as well. See what was done to her and fix it. And I think you would benefit, too."

"No!" She glared at him.

"Susan, this happened eleven years ago."

"You're right. It's past, Royce! Done! I don't think about it because it hurts. I have no desire to revisit those memories any time soon. I've made my peace with what happened. For better or worse, it is part of who I am. Those experiences shade all my current perceptions. Talking about it has left me feeling dirty. I'm going to take a hot shower, and I want you to come with me. When I'm clean, I want you to take me. I hunger for a child. Yours and mine. I want you to make love to me again. As many times and as many days until your seed takes root in my womb. I need the joy of you giving me pleasure, of me giving myself to you, to clean my heart and my spirit."




Day Off From Work



It was a typical Friday like any other, except my wife Amy, did not have to get out of bed and get ready for work. She had taken the day off. So, without disturbing her slumber, I woke up, and got into the bathroom as quietly as I could. Twenty five minutes later I slipped out of the bathroom, gave Amy a peck on the cheek, and headed down the hall to wake our two boys. After another 25 minutes, they were dressed, feed, and out the door. We were ready to start the day. After both kids were dropped off at their respective schools, I turned the car around and headed back down the street towards home. You see, unbeknownst to Amy, I had taken the day off as well. I had hoped to surprise her, and maybe spend the day having some quality adult time together. Little did I know, it was I, that was going to be in for the surprises that day........

I pulled into the driveway, parked the car, and slipped into the house without a sound. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard noises that I didn't expect to be coming from our bedroom; moaning. Why was Amy moaning when she was supposed to be sleeping? Silently I approached and peered around the partially opened bedroom door. There to my delight, was my wife lying uncovered on the bed with her tank-top pulled up over her breast, and her right hand inserted into her shorts masturbating!!!! As long as Amy and I have been together I had never seen her pleasure herself. She had always, done it while alone in the house, or when she had been far away because of work. As I stood there watching, my dick noticeable started to enlarge. I quickly made a mental note to get a Powerball lottery ticket later, because this was my lucky day!

As I was hiding behind the door, Amy took her other hand and started to play with her perky tits. She was rubbing them together and pulling and twisting on her protrusions, making them swell and turn red. A short time later, she removed her hand from her shorts, and raised her fingers to her nose, inhaling her musky scent before opening her mouth and licking and sucking her own sweet nectar. Continuing to moan, she now started to pant as she lowered her hand from her mouth and started circling her left nipple with her saliva covered fingers. Then she started sticking her tongue out, trying to lick her nipples. She had proceeded to make them turgid, and more crimson then I had ever seen them before. When Amy is excited, her nipples become rigid and stand out real good on her 34B boobs, but today they had to be at least an ½ inch in height and larger than a dime. Oh Boy! What a sight!! By now, my cock was rock hard, straining against the zipper of my pants, begging to be released. 

After playing with her breast for a couple more minutes, Amy reached down to remove her shorts and panties. As she lifted her hips and ass off the bed, I was afforded a spectacular sight. Her shaved pussy shone with moisture as her taunt rose petals opened into the air. "God damn-it!" she spat, as her black thong got stuck on one leg and wouldn't come off. Giving up she left it wrapped around her ankle, and quickly shoved her right hand back between her sculptured thighs, and plunged her middle finger between her plump, swollen lips. She had now graduated from moaning and panting to vocalizing as well, "Oh my God" and "Fuck yeah" now echoed off the bedroom walls. Raising her hips once again, she let out "Oh God Yes!" as a second and a third finger was thrust into her pussy. From the squishing sound emitting from her sex, and her cries of pleasure, I was sure it wasn't going to be much longer before she achieved final orgasm. How wrong I was!

Abruptly, Amy removed her fingers from inside her and started to slowly massage her clit and vulva while trying to catch her breath. As her panting subsided, she rolled over onto her side, facing away from me. Her legs still splayed apart. I could clearly see how aroused she had become, as her transparent juices had run down the crack of her ass and left a coffee cup size wet spot on the bed. Not to mention, it made her puckered asshole all shiny and slick. Man, how I wanted to go over there and lick it all clean. I was thinking this might be the golden opportunity for me to join in on the fun. Good thing I didn't, because there was so much more to come. What I did do though, was take the time to pull my cock out of my pants, so it would stop hurting as it tried to reach its full height unimpeded. Naturally, when doing so, my hand became covered in precum which I had to quickly rub up and down the eight inch length of my shaft before any of it dropped onto the carpet.

Amy, it sounded like, was opening her nightstand and searching around for something. A couple seconds later she rolls back over and in her hand was the thick eight inch vibrator I got her for a Valentines Day gift when she was gone away from home for work. She quickly rubbed her sloppy hand all over it, and then shoved it into her mouth like it was a real dick. She was licking and slobbering all over it, getting it really wet and lubricated. And then, there it went, down between her legs, filling up the hole her fingers had just vacated moments earlier. She slowly pushed it in, panting and gasping as inch by inch it disappeared. Even in her aroused state I could tell that her fake cock was stretching her to her limit. Once it went in as far as she could stand, she slowly took it back out, leaving just the very tip inside her. She reached down with her left hand to the base of the vibrator and slowly turned it on. A moan escaped her mouth that turned into an "Oh God Yes!" She would slowly push it in, then pull it back out, and rub the vibrating head up and down over her engorged clit and lips tossing her head to one side then the other. As the cock would slip back inside her, it would be swallowed up a little bit more than the last. She kept this up for several minutes until a good seven inches were engulfed by her cunt. 

As Amy kept one hand on her fake cock, she rolled almost all the way over onto her belly with her right leg pulled up, exposing her stuffed slit and perfect ass to the door. I had just been giving the ideal vantage point, as her head was pointed away from me and those lovely legs were spread wide. Once she got settled, she started to thrust the cock in and out faster than ever before, moaning and cussing all the while. She lifted her left hand to her face, and started to suck on her middle fingers. After a good slathering was applied, she reached back behind her and started to rub them onto her anus. She realized relatively fast that no more lubrication would be need, as her pussy juices had already coated her nether region. With her right hand working the cock like a piston into her cunt, she did something that shocked me. In the blink of an eye, she pushed her middle finger into her ass, all the way up to her knuckle. "Yes" she yelled "Oh God Yes!" and started to pump her finger in and out of her brown hole. She quickly decided that one finger wasn't enough and shoved another in as well, stretching her violated sphincter even further. I could not believe what I was seeing; here was my wife, fucking her ass with two fingers, and still ramming a dildo up her clam as well. Mental note, buy a Mega Millions lottery ticket as well.......

Moments later, with both of her holes filled, Amy was finally ready to explode. This is what I had been dreaming about for years, and I sure wasn't about to miss it. My hand had been alternating between rubbing my cock to arousal, to squeezing its head so as to prevent ejaculation. I didn't dare want to cum before she did, and now it looked like the time of release was upon us. 

With a fast hard shove, the vibrating cock slammed all the way into her, all eight inches disappearing from view! Amy's body began to thrash around as she started to scream "Oh My God, I'm CUMMIN! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I'M CUMMMMINNNNN! FUCK OH GOD YES! FUUUUCKK!!!" this continued for several seconds over and over again.... Finally she went silent and collapsed, burying her head into some pillows. Her body continued to quiver as she let go of the vibrator, and removed her fingers from her back-side. The vibrator shot out of her gaping pussy, falling onto the bed and coating the sheets with even more of her fluids. That is when I lost it, I spurt my load all over the door, into the bedroom, and all over the carpet. Never had I cum so much in my life. After a couple minutes, with me still standing behind the door hold my slowly subsiding dick, I started to wonder what to do. That is when Amy lifted her head, turned around, looked right at me, and said in a husky voice, "Did you enjoy the show?"

OH SHIT was I ever busted!!!

To be continue..............