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Exchange

By: jbgoode



**FOR ROBERT ~ THANK YOU FOR YOUR INSPIRATION**

Kathy laughed at herself repeatedly for what she had done. Really, it wasn't all that amusing, people had been doing it for years but for her it all seemed so strange to her, and highly laughable! Signing herself up on an Internet dating site was a thing she had never imagined herself doing. But working long hours combined with raising her two children on her own, left little time to find a man. When her best friend dared her into it, she took up the challenge. And to her surprise within a week she was inundated with potential suitors. Yes, there were many, many oddballs included in the replies, but eventually she found a couple of men that suited her rather high standards.

The first man, Roger, was a legal student, who modelled part-time. He WAS incredibly gorgeous and had an affable nature. They corresponded through email for several weeks; he said the right things and seemed almost too good to be true. And unfortunately he was. When they finally met up for a simple coffee, he was not at all the same man she had been chatting online with. Yes, still gorgeous but he was actually socially inept, and to be perfectly blunt, a chauvinistic pig!

Kathy's next try was with James. He owned his own business, and like her, just didn't have the time to get out and meet people. As it turned out, he shouldn't really have even been trying. His wife and four kids at home should have been enough to keep him busy.

Finally came Robert. Just as Kathy was about to give up on the whole Internet thing, she received a short email from him. He described himself as in his mid thirties, with short brown hair and brown eyes and that he had been married but his wife had one day told him that she was having an affair and was leaving him. This instantly tugged at Kathy's heartstrings. Her husband had done the very same thing 18 months earlier, and she still carried the horrid mixed bag of emotions that came with such betrayal. Not a great start to anything, she thought, the only thing they seemed to have in common was their heartbreak. But still she emailed him back, and they began writing to each other regularly.

Their emails were usually nothing more than brief exchanges of how their days had been and what their plans were for the rest of the week. Nothing there to set a girls heart a flutter! But she did look forward to reading Roberts notes. He had a great sense of humour and she felt very comfortable sharing herself with him. 

After a few weeks, Robert asked that she perhaps phone him. She wasn't at all expecting it, but then she quickly came to realise that Robert was full of all sorts of surprises. 

Kathy nervously dialled his number and breathed heavily. She needn't have worried; from the time Robert picked up the phone and said hello to her in a deep voice (that incidentally sent a shiver right to her groin) they were completely comfortable with each other.

The emailing between them slowed while there phone calls grew more regular. He didn't push for them to meet up, and for that Kathy was extremely grateful. They enjoyed an cosy friendship, albeit only over the phone. Kathy did worry that perhaps Robert was looking for more than she was offering him, but he was ever the gentleman, and if he did have more on his mind he never gave anything away to Kathy. 

There relationship was not quite what Kathy had expected. She did not sit and fantasize over him, nor did she gush to her friends what a wonderful person he was. Instead it gave her a warm feeling of comfort, and oddly enough, strength. Just knowing Robert was in her life, no matter how or where, she felt really at ease.

One Friday night while sitting at home Kathy's mind began to wander to her ex-husband. Only a few hours earlier he had come by to pick their children up. It was a rare occurrence, and Kathy didn't know it was going to happen, so found herself at home, alone, and feeling a little sorry for herself.

She decided that she would log on to the net, maybe just for an hour or so, and then head off to bed.

Checking her emails she was surprised, but rather excited to see one from Robert. They had discussed exchanging pictures this way, but only when they felt comfortable enough with the idea. And now it was obvious that Robert at least was happy to show himself to her.

Opening the email filled Kathy with excitement. She was also a little nervous. She felt she could see beyond Robert's looks if that was to be the case. But she was pleasantly surprised.

Robert had sent her a picture of himself taken last summer he said. His hair was slightly longer than she expected it fell over his forehead with a boyish charm. He had a huge smile that made Kathy smile in return. He was actually a very handsome man. She quickly hit the reply button and told him so! She was surprised when less than five minutes later Robert had emailed her again.

"I'm glad you like what you saw. I only hope that some day soon I can see a picture of you…or even better in the flesh! I have some more photos if you'd like to see them. Until next time…Robert."

Short and sweet just as always. And Kathy did want to see more pictures. She was suddenly very aware of a warmth growing inside her. She could not stop looking at the photo Robert had sent. His arms were well muscled and tanned, and she could imagine herself being held tightly against his chest, safe with him.

"Yes send some more! I want to see all that you have to offer! Am just setting up my camera…I think it's time you knew what you were missing. Look forward to "seeing" you soon!! Kath x."

Kathy hit send and waited for Robert's reply. She sat in her chair adjusting her camera and fidgeting with everything around her. It seemed to be taking an eternity for him to reply.

Finally her mail icon popped up, and she couldn't wait to see the other pictures Robert had sent.

What she saw shocked her, but also sent a gush of liquid from her pussy.

He had simple written "These are sent with much hope from me to you!"

Underneath were six pictures of his cock…all in different states of arousal.

"Oh my god!" she gasped aloud. She was in a way repulsed by what she saw, but she could not ignore the aching in her pussy, especially when her mind was racing with the thoughts of how he would taste in her mouth, or how that cock would feel slipping between her titties.

Her hand moved to her breast and she felt her nipple harden under the fabric of her shirt. She slowly brushed her hand back and forth over the fabric, and felt her pussy grow leaden at the touch. She was getting very wet down there, but for the moment concentrated on the sensation of her hard nipple beneath her hand. The lace of her bra provided just the right amount of friction on both nipples so that just the slightest brush of her hand felt like a thousand tiny little fingers tickling her. 

Kathy lost herself completely in the sensations she was experiencing. Her fingers reached beneath her shirt and she began to twist and pinch her nipples in utter abandon. Her cunt was throbbing but she ignored the seeping hole, instead choosing to concentrate on her breasts. Many times over their years together, her husband had made her cum simply by licking her nipples. She closed her eyes and imagined Robert's tongue there now, slowly circling an erect nipple, while tugging needily at the other.

Still pulling at her tits Kathy began to feel herself reaching her crescendo, but was interrupted by the small "beeps" on her computer informing her she had mail. She considered ignoring it completely, but by then her mood had died down, though her pussy still ached and she was absolutely saturated. She was surprised to see Robert's name there again…and the she remembered. The pictures! The reason she was so hot! 

He asked if she was perhaps disappointed and apologised for what he'd done. Kathy felt so awful. He had bared himself to her, and she had failed to thank him.

The only appropriate way now was to thank him by returning the favour. It was very unlike Kathy, but she figured that he wouldn't mind.

With her camera propped on her computer desk in front of her, Kathy leaned back in her chair and spread her legs slightly. Click! She took her first ever picture. She spread her legs slightly wider, and reached down to touch her aching clit. She snapped several pictures like this, each one with her legs spread slightly wider and her fingers opening up her lips giving Robert a full view of her drooling vagina. 

Attaching them to a message that simply said "Look what you've done to me" Kathy hit send.

Kathy nervously chewed at her fingers waiting to hear again from Robert. She was amazed at her brazenness. She barely allowed her husband to see her naked when they made love and her she was now firing off pics of her exposed cunt to a virtual stranger!! She smiled as she imagined Robert seeing the pictures she sent to him. She pictured him grasping his hard cock in his hand and stroking it while ogling her pictures. Again she felt the throbbing of her pussy and tentatively placed a hand down there, barely touching through the fabric of her pants. Her crotch was saturated and she could smell the musky aroma of her excitement.

She flicked back to the photos Robert had sent her of his cock. It was really quite thick, not long, but she imagined it stuffing her mouth as her tongue flicked mercilessly over the head. She could almost taste him ramming his dick down her throat, the delicious feeling of her mouth crammed full of cock, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust.

Her fingers trailed softly over her body. She again ignored her pussy, still just enjoying the sensation she felt, one of almost emptiness inside her. It filled her with even more pleasure depriving herself of what she wanted, having the willpower to control herself.

Her hands moved again under her shirt and she freed her breasts from her bra. The feeling of fabric against her bare nipples was delicious. She swayed in her chair slightly to allow her breasts to move against her shirt. Her cunt was pulsating now, and she yanked at her pants so that the fabric of her panties rode up into her crotch.

Kathy's mind raced with thoughts of Robert and the things she'd do to him if he and his cock were near her now. She imagined sliding herself over his body, letting her nipples graze across his stomach and alongside his cock. Rubbing her saturated pussy over his legs, and even allowing his toes to dip into her. She pictured herself tonguing around his toes, tasting the juice she had spread there. 

Her cunt was pulsating at the thought of it, and she could feel her juices slipping from her at an alarming rate.

She could ignore her needs no longer. Unzipping her pants, she barely pulled the fabric aside before she stuffed three fingers into her sodden cunt. The palm of her hand ground into her clitoris as she drove her fingers ruthlessly inside herself. She'd never felt such an intense need as she felt now. Kathy grunted and twisted herself in her chair trying to dig deeper into her hole. Kathy was fucking her hand furiously when she was again alerted to the fact she had mail.

Opening yet more photos from Robert proved too much for Kathy. He had sent photos of himself wanking. There were several shots of his hand on his cock, and Kathy could see a dribble of cum from the tip of his hard dick. But the last photo in the series made Kathy groan out loud and caused her pussy to begin to tremble. Robert had sent her a picture of his cock exploding. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen. A stream of his spunk flying from him, and even a splash or two on the camera lens.

Kathy inserted another finger into her pussy and rocked back and forth on her chair staring at the cum shot. With her other hand she reached behind herself and slowly entered her thumb into her ass. Within seconds she had collapsed forward on her desk, her hands still in her holes. Her pussy and ass twitched for several minutes afterwards. When she had finally regained herself she caught the scents of herself on her hands and glancing at the photos of Robert once more was enough alone to send another orgasm coursing through her.

Trembling, Kathy stood and looked for her phone. She punched in Robert's number, and waited for him to answer. Then Kathy began, in a shaking voice "Thank you so much for you pictures..."

Exchange



I met a Korean exchange student. She is studying English literature: I saw her notice on the university noticeboard and called the mobile number. I will call her Y. I am sure if she reads this she will know who I am and be offended. When I telephoned my voice was deeper than usual, very slow, drawling, almost, because of the rivers of snot in the back of my throat. I was trying to be effusive, charming, and offhand, but I doubt very much whether any of that translated through my cold. I am guessing she is 22 years old. She is not a classic beauty, but there is something intriguing, captivating, about her, especially her personality and her style of talking. 

Anyone who studies words is no doubt perverse in some way — it's such a strange way to spend your life, since we are all already born with the ability to make words — but I am digressing. What I mean is that she already fascinated me, only in the space of five minutes of talking, although when I first walked up to meet her outside a large, unfriendly university building filled with a mob of self conscious, pretentious young students, I found her to be almost unattractive. She had the classic black hair, straight, and a promising petite body, but she was wearing a cheap, pink coloured tracksuit top, and she had thick, studious glasses on. I remember now that a friend of mine who travels to Korea often told me that no self respecting woman there would ever be seen wearing glasses. Contact lenses only. So why, I wonder, does Y not bother? Her personality, I think, is self assured. And I like that.

"Yobosayo, Anyahasaya, Sugahasao ... that's all I know in Korean I'm afraid."

"Oh really? So you need to start from the beginning" she smiled. I smiled too. I told her I wanted to learn because my girlfriend is Korean.

"Why don't you have her teach her?" she was quick to ask.

"She is always busy during the day ... I hardly ever see her. We both study." I said this, watching her closely. She had many questions about this. She wanted to know all about her (my girlfriend). After Y and I had lunch, I learnt that Y wanted me to correct her written English, I discovered that she has no lover (that's how she put it), that she just broke up with her Korean boyfriend before leaving Seoul three months ago. We went to the library together, and I felt like a naughty schoolboy again. She was almost pressed against me as we looked through the Korean language books together on a bottom shelf. The library building is underlit, it is like a strange, forbidden chamber, housing students like underground moles, blind to the outside world and light. With these almost hallucinatory conditions, I started to dream that I was touching her, holding her, and at any time I would be free to kiss her or do whatever I liked. It was difficult to control my breathing, and I swear I saw her cheeks flush read. We could neither of us bear to look at each other.

After I couldn't stand it anymore I pretended that my leg had gone numb. She was very concerned: I said I seem to sit in this position for too long at my desk, so my leg often gets pins and needles. "Pins and needles?"

"Yes, it's like a tickling sensation..." I reached over, very slowly, with a wan and frankly afraid expression on my face, and tickled her leg. She went really red, and said, "Please, don't do that, not here"; but I laughed and pretended it was very normal for students to carry on like this. I kept going and she smiled, but she was still going red. So I whispered into her ear: "You are very cute, and I like your style, so proud, so happy with yourself". 

She clutched my arm, raised it to her lips and bit hard onto my pinkie. I smiled as if I were expecting it. She frowned, did it again, and I kept smiling. 

"Am I being punished?" I asked.

She didn't answer, she took my finger and saying "here, I'll make it better", she dragged it across her breasts. I unzipped her top and watched closely as her nipples extended and reached out through the imprisoning fabric. We moved into the darkest corner at the back of the aisle, I managed to get my finger into her pants, I started circling her clit. She told me we couldn't do this here. 

"Follow me", Y whispered.

I don't remember how long it took, but we walked for a short while through a building I had never seen, into a side entrance, into her college room. Inside there were books and comics all over the floor, and a 12 pack of spring water. The bed was scrupulously made, but covered in books and papers. She pushed me back and told me how rude I was to embarrass her in public. She said I was an arrogant fool. 

Then she slipped her top off and stood, fully dressed waist-down, but nude from the waist up; she started pulling her nipples boldly and unashamedly. She ordered me to remove my shirt. I did, and I copied what she was doing. I pulled my nipples. She tugged hers, almost painfully, and then extended her tongue, while grabbing her breast in the centre, pushing it up, so she could just lick herself. I was moaning with the excitement of this, I tugged my pants off, and started circling the head of my penis with my thumb, I dipped the clear liquid around the head, then I scooped some into my mouth. I stood up but she pushed me back. She reefed her pants down and stood directly over my face, masturbating furiously, circling her clit, and sometimes jamming two fingers into her small cunt. Then she licked it clean, and continued. I was almost beside myself, hypnotised by the power of the image she struck. Suddenly I turned around and saw she had donned a small plastic dildo. 

She tapped my shoulder, and I knew what to do. I stood up and turned around, bent over. She bent down and kissed me, then rubbed my cock over her breasts, then tongued my purple, inflamed, aching cock. She put some cold lube over the head of the dildo, and without further ado. stood behind me and gently prised it into my hole. She reached under me and pumped my dick fast and hard. I looked around and found her still pinching her nipples, and we kept kissing each other savagely. I thought I could taste blood amidst all the delicious spit we were swapping. She came quickly, then I started wanking. "Come over me, darling" she urged me. I licked her breasts, fisting my manhood, and then stood right over her and spurted two great gouts of cum into her face and hair, she was spooning it into her mouth, and mine. I got under her and licked her pussy and her arse for all I was worth. 

"What shall we do for next lesson, sweet thing?" I asked, between noisy slurps.

"Let me think about that," she slurred, "because first I have to set you your homework". 

She gave me a sheet with sexual diagrams. They consisted of men, women, and groups in various positions, all of which she had painstakingly hand drawn. She told me to do all of the ones with men only (masturbation, and anal insertions), as well as the male-female positions, which I could practice with my girlfriend at home.

"I will call her and ask her how you are performing, then you can both demonstrate your skills to me" Y stated. 

I pushed my finger up her just then, and she came with a squeal and a yelp.

I took a bottle of water from the floor and walked out.



Exchange



"No, not tonight, honey, I'm tired."

I gave a slight groan. It had been a while since my wife and I had made love. A long fucking while. It was amazing to me how fast lingerie and wild sex had turned into sweatpants and laundry night after we tied the knot. I didn't remember that little clause being in our vows. Now, it wasn't that I didn't appreciate what Tara did, but I would have gladly done all the laundry and cleaning in the world to get back the sex life we had.

I could have understood if I'd given up caring about myself or her, but I treated her like a princess, and frankly I'm in pretty decent condition too. I admit I'm not the chiseled specimen I was in college, but with the exception of small love handles, I had retained my size and muscular form. Frankly, having experienced all the sex I could handle when I was single, I was painfully dismayed sudden drop in action. As far as I thought, it should have been at least as good, if not better. It might not have been so bad, but Tara didn't like me watching porn either, so I pretty much only had fading memories of what sex was like to jack off to.

"Please, babe...it's been like a month!" I pleaded. I hated to sound like I was a whiny bitch, and I knew I did, but dignity was hardly worth holding onto if I wasn't getting any pussy. The last time we had sex was on our two year anniversary, and it had been a long-ass time before that too. Even on the rare occasions it happened, it was mechanical, I did the work, and she usually climaxed, but just laid there for the most part.

"No, I told you, I'm too tired."

"For fuck's sake, Tara! You don't have a job, and I know you take care of the house, but...aw, damn it..." She had started crying. She always cried when it came to this.

"You know I can't help it, Chris! My sex drive is just low right now!" I sighed. It always came down to the sex drive. And to some extent, she was right. How the hell do you blame a hormone? I had at one point thought that she was just making it up and having an affair, but no. A long and expensive investigation had proven she wasn't fucking anyone else. I had felt a little better, but still the problem remained.

"I'm sorry, babe...I'm not mad, just frustrated." I kissed her forehead and rolled over, reaching down to take care of myself...again. But it was no replacement for a good fuck.

The next morning, I rolled out of bed. Tara was still asleep, she usually was when I left for work. I ate a bowl of cereal slowly, still bothered by last night. What the hell was I going to do? I went out the door, still pondering the question.

I felt like hell driving to work. I couldn't even convince myself there was any point. Yeah, of course the mortgage needed to be paid and bills and the typical mundane bullshit, but it didn't seem to mean anything next to my current problem. What was the point of building a life where I was powerless in one of the most important areas of it? But to work I went anyway, same old, same old.

I came home around six, and Tara had a great pot roast dinner on the table. I greeted her with a long kiss, lingering a bit longer than one might for a simple hello kiss. I was hoping to lay some groundwork for that night. I complimented her on her cooking several times (disregarding my desire for pussy, that was actually a very real compliment), and helped clean up after. When I sat on the couch with her, she cuddled up to me. I told her to go ahead and pick something to watch (giving up the fight I wanted to see), and we watched some chick movie. It was getting to be about eleven when the movie ended, and, feeling pretty sure I had done everything right, I went to the bedroom to get ready. She came in and took off her shirt and bra, then stood at the closet, looking for a shirt to put on for bed. I had taken off my shirt and pants already, and pressed my bare chest against her back, feeling her soft, warm skin against mine. I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed her neck softly.

"I think you look pretty good right now, babe," I whispered in her ear. She giggled and kissed me back. Oh yeah, I was in. I slid my hands down her waist and into her unzipped jeans, feeling the soft hair of her pussy. She stiffened and pulled away slightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked, an uncertain tone to her voice. I froze. I felt like she had slapped me and like I wanted to throw up all at once. I felt miserable and pissed off beyond belief.

"Wha...What am I doing?" I near shouted. "What do you think I'm doing?! I'm trying to have sex with my wife, like normal fucking man!" my voice kept getting louder, "Like a man who has some respect in his own damn house and who has a wife who gives a damn about his needs too! FUCK!" I roared the last word. Tara was in tears by now, but I was so pissed by then I couldn't even register it. I grabbed my pants and shirt and got dressed, then grabbed my coat and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Tara cried out through her tears.

"I don't know. Somewhere, nowhere, I just have to get some fresh air," I muttered, and stormed out of the house.

I got into my car and drove away, rolling the windows down and letting the cool night air clear my head. I had fucked up, I knew it, but sometimes a man can only take so much. What the hell kind of question was that anyway? What did she think I was doing? That was a question some fifteen year old kid asks her boyfriend when he's trying to move from making out to fucking, not something a wife asks her husband. I drove somewhat aimlessly, but still knew where I was. I was crossing over into the seedy part of town. It wasn't so much the ghetto, but it was pretty predominantly occupied by college kids and stoners, not that there was usually a difference. A bunch of those shops selling incense and new age bullshit lined the streets. I was pretty alone, after all, it was damn near midnight on a Tuesday, so not a lot going on.

I passed the occasional street hooker. Hollywood had a way of making it seem that all hookers were hot, but believe me that isn't the case at all. Mind you, these weren't three-hundred dollar an hour escorts, these were blow-you-for-fifteen-fuck-you-for-thirty hookers. Mostly crack-whores, but I did see a pretty good looking girl. My mind wandered for a moment, but I sure as hell didn't want to risk getting busted, much less getting VD.

I figured it was time to head home, and I took a few side streets to get back to the main stretch. On one of the streets was a shop that was still open. Weird, I thought, but maybe not. I didn't know what kind of hours the kids kept. It looked like an old antique shop, and I figured I would stop in. I like old stuff like that, and maybe I could even find something for Tara by way of an apology gift. I parked on the street and went inside.

I was greeted by the musty smell most of those places have. I walked around, then realized there was no one there., not even behind the counter. I began to wonder if maybe the store was closed, and someone had just left the open sign on and the door unlocked accidentally. I sure as hell didn't want to be mistaken for a burglar, so I started to leave.

"Hello, young man," a voice croaked. I whipped around to see an old woman. She was bent with age and dressed in a worn brown dress and coat with a black handkerchief wrapped around her head and tied under her chin.

"Uh, sorry, I thought you were open, I was just leaving." I turned again to go.

"No, you may stay, we are open," she said, and hobbled over to the counter. "What is your name, young man?"

"I'm Chris," I replied, feeling somewhat better, but there was an unsettling presence in this place.

"Well, Chris, you can call me Grandma Ellie, or just Grandma, if you like. Everyone calls me that. What can I get for you?" she asked. I must have looked confused. She began to cackle. "Well, you must have come in here for something," she grinned.

"Oh, right, uh, well, I guess I'm looking for a gift," I said, looking around.

"You guess? Tell me, Chris, is there something troubling you? At home, perhaps?" My head snapped back to face her. There was no way...how did she...? "Grandma knows, Grandma knows," she cackled. "Some say I'm a witch, but I just read people well, I think. Who knows? Maybe there's some witch in me," she chuckled in her raspy voice.

"I might have what you need, young man." She pulled a large silver ring out from behind the counter. I walked over to look at it. It was ornate, but not terribly gaudy. Strange symbols were carved into the side of the ring. It was obviously real silver, though I had no idea what the triangular, black stone set in the top was. Onyx, maybe.

"What is it?" I asked.

"A ring," she said, then cackled again. "No, no, Grandma is teasing you. Bound to this stone is a spirit, a succubus they call her. Once they fed on men like yourself, draining them of life. This particular breed, though, is not of that kind. She will please you, and be your servant. Put the ring on, and when you go to sleep, she will visit you in the spirit realm. It will be like a dream, but more real, and you will be able to do what you want. More than that, she will tell you." I snickered.

"Uh...well, Grandma, I don't really believe in that sort of thing." She grinned.

"No, I didn't expect you would. But what if I let you try it? If you are happy with her, you can come back and buy it." I was taken aback by her offer. The ring was obviously valuable.

"That's very generous, Grandma, but how...I mean, why would you trust me?" She smiled and put her hand on mine.

"Grandma knows, young man, Grandma knows..."

As I drove back home, I looked at the ring, and shook my head. How did I get talked into this damn foolishness? Eh...well, the ring at least looked good. I picked it up and slipped it on my right middle finger. It fit perfectly. As I pulled back into my driveway, I wondered if Tara was still up.

I walked back inside, and the lights were out. Well, no surprise there, it was almost two in the morning now. I went into the bedroom, and Tara was fast asleep. It was then that I realized how exhausted I was. I got undressed and crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

I found myself in a bedroom, very ornate. There was a plush crimson carpet, and a black framed bed. The frame was iron, twisting in an ornate design into four spiked bedposts. It looked somewhat sinister, but sexy too. The deep red sheets were clearly silk. I was in a black silk robe, wondering what the hell was going on. I knew I wasn't at home, but I didn't know where I was. I must have been dreaming.

A door, which I hadn't seen until now, opened slowly, and in walked one of the most incredible figures I'd ever seen. She was tall, with creamy white skin, and fiery red hair, just like Tara, except Lylah's hair was curly. But her eyes were absolutely breathtaking. They were big and sparkling, a deep purple color. She wore a blue silk robe, but short, just barely revealing the bottom of her ass when she turned to shut the door. Now I knew I was dreaming, unless...

"My name is Lylah," she smiled at me, showing perfect white teeth. She walked over and put her hand on my chest under my robe, and tilted her head coyly. "What is yours?"

"I-I'm Chris," I stammered.

"Hello, Chris. I take it you are my new master?" She asked, though it really rhetorical.

"I, uh, I don't know...am I?" I felt like an idiot. She giggled, though, and made me feel less stupid.

"You have the stone to which I am bound, so you are my master," she smiled, "and I intend to make you very happy with me..." she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. "Tell me about yourself." Fuck me, I thought, this spirit thing was real...

I told her where I was from, and about my life. It was almost like a date, and she seemed very interested in me. I felt good, better than I had in a while. I asked about her, but she just wanted to talk about me. I told her about my problems with my wife, and she seemed very sympathetic. After a while, she leaned in and kissed me again, this time more passionately. Her hands found my robe belt and pulled it loose. Then she stood and disrobed herself, sliding the silk off her shoulders, but keeping her breasts hidden yet. She turned and slowly let the robe slide down her back, exposing the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. The she lifted her arms above her head and turned.

My breath came up short when I saw her body. She had an athletic build, slender and perfectly toned. Her breasts were firm, and just larger than you would expect for her body, which I love. Except for her fiery locks, her body was totally hairless, not even any stubble. It was like she was made just for me.

She came over to the bed and pulled my robe off, rubbing my arms as she slid it down, and straddled my legs. She gently pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me, pressing her breasts into my chest as she kissed me deeply. Her tongue found mine and caressed it. My already rock hard cock felt stiffer yet, if that were possible. As she rubbed her pussy lips against my member, my erection started becoming painful. I couldn't take anymore.

As though she sensed my urge, she smiled and slowly slid her soaking pussy over my cock. The heat of her sex was shocking, almost too hot, probably due to the fact that I haven't felt one in a while. She descended inch by inch, until I felt her supple ass press against my balls. Then she paused, feeling me inside her, and started smoothly grinding on me. Pressing her hands on my chest for balance, she started gradually raising herself up again, until just the head of my aching cock was in her. She held for a moment, and again slid down at an almost impossibly slow rate of speed. No human woman ever had balance as Lylah had. It was overwhelming, this incredible creature was actually fucking me, her pussy just tight enough, but not too much so I had trouble pressing in her. I felt my body begin to tremble with the feeling of raw sexual hunger. I knew I didn't want to cum right away, but then...well...I can't say for sure what happened, but I started to lose it. I saw a confused look in Lylah's eyes. I wanted this so bad, but the concept of such an incredible fuck after such a long dry spell had shaken me. Then I head a broken high pitched buzzing, and the room began to disintegrate. What in the hell...?

I woke up in my bed, ripped out of my fuck session by my buzzing alarm. The old woman had been right, it was like dreaming. And I couldn't even fuck in my dreams now. I got up and ready for work, then headed downstairs. I found Tara at the sink, slowly sipping coffee. I walked up behind her and kissed her cheek.

"I'm sorry, babe...I didn't mean what I said, I was just really frustrated," I said quietly.

"I know...I'm sorry about what I said too...I didn't mean it that way. I don't know what's wrong...I just don't know." Her voice was getting thick again. I kissed her neck softly.

"Don't worry, sweetie...we'll work it out." She turned and smiled at me, her eyes watery.

"Thank you," she whispered, and kissed me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," I said, then left for work.

It was another mundane day, and I had plenty of time to think about what had happened last night. I wasn't even sure I wanted to have another go at it. Not even being able to nail a dream woman had made me seriously question my virility. I had no idea what had happened to me. I figured at the very least I wanted to talk to her again. I don't know why, I knew she wasn't real, well, not in the flesh and blood sense anyway, but I liked her. I decided to see her again when I went home.

When I did get home, I saw a note from Tara. She had gone shopping and didn't expect to be home for at least an hour yet. Perfect, that gave me a chance to see Lylah again. I wrote a note that I was going to take a nap, then got undressed and lay down. Right away I felt drowsy, and wondered if the ring had something to do with it. Normally, it took me a while to fall asleep, but...

I found myself in the same room, dressed in the same way. Lylah was there already, waiting for me. She was laying on the bed, propped up on one arm. This time she was already naked, her hair pulled back into a sexy high ponytail. She smiled when she saw me.

"Hello again, master," she purred. I blushed.

"You can just call me Chris," I mumbled. She smiled again.

"No," she said, "not for now. Maybe later, but right now, you are my master." I stared at her blankly. "You see," she continued, sultrily rising from the bed and standing in front of me, "I know what happened last night. You have felt powerless in your sex life for some time, years really, as you told me. You suddenly had opportunity, and yet have not regained that power that you deserve to have." She undid my robe and pushed it off my shoulders, running her hands down my arms, pausing briefly to squeeze my biceps, a nice ego boost. Then she knelt and took my swelling cock in her hand. "You will take that power back tonight," she whispered, then slid her mouth over the head of my manhood and started sucking. She took my other hand and put it on the back of her head, then closed her hand over mine, forcing me to clutch a handful of her hair. Fuck, her mouth was so hot. Her tongue caressed my dick in her mouth. I began moving my hips slowly, and she sucked me in as I moved. I began to thrust more, harder, and she continued to take me in, letting me fuck her mouth.

Then it happened. I saw this amazing woman on her knees, taking my member, servicing me because she wanted to do it, and something changed. No, not changed, reawakened. I gripped her hair with both hands and began fucking her face vigorously. She took me balls deep in her mouth, an impressive feat considering I was a full nine inches and rock hard. I felt like I was back, that this was the Chris from college, making my way through the cheerleading squad, sometimes two at time. Fucking every hot pussy that I wanted, and all of them thankful for the experience. I felt alive again, like a real man. I owned this hot piece of ass in front of me, her eyes full of lust and just a slight amount of desperation as I continued to fill her mouth with my cock. I pulled out and pounced on her, pressing my body against hers to pin her down and shoved my cock into her pussy.

"FUCK!" she shrieked, and her eyes rolled in ecstasy as I pounded her soaking cunt. Her mouth twisted into an open, gasping smile as her chest heaved against mine, her breath hot and fast. I wrapped my fingers in her ponytail and pulled her head back. "Yes!" she cried out, "yes, I am yours, your slut! Use me! Fuck me, FUCK ME!" She screamed in climax and dug her nails into my back, the pain only heightening my pleasure, and I felt my balls tighten. Knowing my bestial fucking would end soon, I roared in my lust and filled her with my cum, pumping my hips with each squirt. When my orgasm finally ended, I collapsed onto her, my head falling between her breasts. Both our bodies were slick with sweat and shaking with exertion.

I kissed her neck, tasting her body. She smelled amazing, no perfume or lotion, just pure woman. Her natural pheromones must have been many times more potent then that of human women, because almost right away I felt my cock stirring again. I ran my tongue down her cleavage, then up her heaving breast and circled her nipple. I used the tip of my tongue to flick her nipple lightly, then harder, until I began suckling it. She moaned softly and pressed my head tighter against her tit. I sucked harder and she began grinding her mound against my leg. I grinned, realizing she wanted more. I licked my way down her toned abs and planted a kiss on her pussy. Then, knowing she didn't expect it, I pushed her legs up and started licking her ass. She moaned in delight, and then squealed when I shoved two fingers in her pussy. I continued licking and fingering her until she came again, which wasn't long. I wondered if her sex drive ever really ended, being a succubus. Then I realized that mine had fully recharged as well. I wasn't sure if it had to do with being in a spirit realm or my being with Lylah, either way I didn't care. I pulled my fingers out of her and gripped her hips, then lifted her up slightly. Her legs rested against my chest now. Normally I would ask permission for what I wanted to do, but I was in charge now. I pushed my cock slowly into her incredibly tight ass. Her eyes widened and she took a sharp breath, but then her eyes rolled up again, and I knew she was enjoying it. She grunted with each thrust as I fucked her ass, and the animal in me took over again. She reached down and rubbed her clit while I pounded her relentlessly, sweat rolling down my chest again. I loved the look of her tits bouncing wildly each time my hips crashed into her ass. When she came again, she screamed and squirted, spraying my body with her juices. That drove me over the edge, and I cried out as I came again, pumping her ass full of my hot semen. I stayed in her until my softening cock slipped out of her. Her legs dropped on either side of me and her head rolled to the side as she laughed with the pleasure I had given her. Most of her hair has sprung free of her ponytail, streaked across her sweat covered face. I laughed with her, ecstatic over my dry spell finally broken, even if it was in this realm. I had no idea how long I'd been there, and honestly didn't give it much thought. But, it seemed like a long time. I moved to my beautiful Lylah's side and swept the hair out of her face with a gentle hand, then put my arm under her neck and the other under her knees and carefully picked her up.




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"I think I have to go," I whispered in her ear as I carried her to the bed and gently lay her down. She reached out to rub her hand up and down the side of my thigh and looked up at me, smiling...damn...those incredible violet eyes...

"You'll come see me later?" she purred, and licked her lips sensually.

"Yes, I will," I smiled back, "of course I will. Oh, yeah, I was wondering something. When I came home and lay down, I fell asleep almost right away. Is that because of the ring?"

"Yes, master, you can come see me at your will. As long as you wear the ring, you can come see me whenever you please." I bent over and kissed her passionately.

"Wow, there's a lot of things you can do," I grinned. She took my hand and kissed it.

"Oh, I can do so much more," she whispered.

"Then I'll be back to see you tonight," I promised. I went to the door and opened it, looked longingly back at my Lylah once more, and walked out. I woke up in my bed and looked at the clock. Oh, shit...I'd been out for at least three hours! I heard Tara downstairs and jumped out of bed to get dressed. I noticed a damp spot on my crotch. I grinned. It was like a dream, a wet dream. I changed my underwear and got dressed, then ran downstairs to see Tara setting the table.

"Hi, honey," I said, and kissed her.

"Hey, sleepy," she grinned, "I hope it's ok, I just got pizza tonight," she said.

"Oh, yeah, that's great, babe!" I did love pizza, to which I owed that small spare tire I had. I had a couple pieces, and then got up to put my plate in the dishwasher. Tara looked at me, surprised.

"You feeling ok, sweetie? Usually you eat at least half a pizza..."

"Yeah, I feel fine, actually I feel pretty good. Guess I just wasn't very hungry."

"Oh, ok, well, do you want to watch a movie tonight?" she asked sweetly. Did I want to watch a movie with her? No, I wanted to have sex with her, barring that I wanted to go back to sleep and fuck that gorgeous succubus that waited for me.

"Yeah, sure," I said. So, there we were, another damn chick flick. A little romance, not much sex. I'd noticed Tara kept picking movies with less sex in them lately, probably because she didn't want me thinking about it. Like watching a fucking PG movie was going to make me think less about sex. Well, anyway, we finished that and headed up to bed. I got undressed and watched her, she put on her old T-shirt and shorts and hopped in bed. Well, fuck it, back to Lylah. I got in bed, kissed her goodnight, and rolled over. I did notice she seemed really taken off guard that I didn't try to fuck her...

The next day after work, I went back to Grandma Ellie's shop to pay for the ring. Driving along, I realized I had no idea how much it cost, but at that point I'd have taken out a loan if I had to. When I got to the shop, I saw boxes on the floor holding the former contents of the shelves. I saw a older, squat man behind the counter.

"Uh, is Gran...er, Ellie here?" He smiled kindly.

"It's alright, son, when she said everyone called her Grandma, she meant everyone, including myself. Rented this place to her for years. She was a good tenant, good woman," he sighed. "Grandma Ellie passed away yesterday morning, that is, she was dead when I came by yesterday morning. Lived in the back room, looks like she died in her sleep." Damn...yesterday morning...right after she sold me the ring.

"Well, um, I was going to buy something, well, I have it, but I was coming to pay for it," I said, not wanting to get into too many details. He shook his head.

"Well, I guess I was just going to toss most of this anyway, so you might as well keep whatever it was." I thanked him and walked out the door. It was almost impossible, something like this, for free. No one would believe something like this, Lylah was mine for as long as I wanted. I decided to go home and have a celebration fuck.

So it went for about a month. She wasn't trying to fuck me, and I stopped begging. I saw Lylah every night. We fucked for hours, and tried everything. She was strong enough to do anything but still had the feminine delicacy I loved, and she was more flexible than any woman I'd met. I don't know who wrote the Kama Sutra, but we added a few pages over that month. I started working out more, and got back that perfect form I had before. Lylah said something every time she saw me, complimenting me on my body. I felt great, better than ever. And of course, that's always when a problem occurs...

I was done with one of my now daily naps, and came downstairs. Tara was setting dinner on the table and I told her how great it looked. I kissed her and sat down. She was very quiet. As I ate, I noticed she didn't touch her food.

"What's up, babe?" I asked. She didn't say anything, but I saw tears welling up in her eyes. My stomach clenched. There was definitely trouble. "Uh, Tara...what's up?" I asked thickly, a lump in my throat. Again, nothing. She looked like she wanted to talk, but wouldn't. I felt my face get red. I didn't know if it was drama or actually unable to talk, but the silent thing was starting to piss me off. "Tara, what the hell, seriously..."

"You sleep a lot lately," she said, "and you've been working out a lot..." she trailed off.

"Yeah, so?" Where the hell was this going?

"Are you seeing someone else?" she blurted out. I froze, staring at her. Then I laughed. She looked horrified, so I figured I'd better talk fast.

"Tara, sweetie, no, no I'm not. I just wanted to get into better shape, and I've been tired from working out a lot. I have never slept with another human being." Okay, maybe I used that last part as a technical loophole, but she took it as a definitive statement. She smiled through her tears.

"I-I'm sorry," she choked out. "I just thought, you know, since we haven't been, well, intimate lately, you know...I mean, I could see where..." I got up and kissed her.

"No, sweetie, there's no other woman." Less truthful, I admit, but when one says woman the typical understanding is human. I knew I had one foot over the honesty line, though.

That night, I took Tara out for ice cream. As we ate our dessert, I was thinking about what I had said. I mean, sure, I wasn't really sleeping with anyone else, not for real. At least, not in the real world. Since Lylah was literally the woman of my dreams, I didn't consider it cheating. But was it? I mean, I knew enough that this "spiritual realm" existed, my daily wet dreams were evidence enough. I wasn't so sure this was okay anymore. I decided to talk to Lylah about it.

"What troubles you, master?" Lylah asked when I showed up that night. I told her about my doubts and concerns. She smiled sweetly.

"Well, if it feels wrong to you, I think I can help," she said. "I told you I can do so much more, and I can. I have the ability to possess people, women especially. I could..."

"Possess?!" I backed away. "Now hold on just a minute, Lylah. I don't want you possessing anyone!"

"Master, please, calm down," she took my hand and led me to the bed. She sat me down and then sat on my lap. "It is not like you think. I can move in your wife and lower her inhibitions. You and she will have the amazing sex that you and I have. You can still see me here, but you can also be with your wife."

"What? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I demanded.

"I wanted to get to know you here first, my master. I am very careful about who I possess, and I was not yet strong enough before. Your sexual energy has given me strength. I am a succubus, after all."

"Oh," I couldn't think of anything else, somehow that seemed to make sense. "Well, how does it work?"

"Simply put the ring under her pillow when she sleeps. The next day, I will be in her. She will be herself, and likely believe it to be hormones."

"Why, um...I mean...I appreciate it, but why would you..." she kissed slowly, cutting me off, then pulled back, grinning.

"I will still enjoy the sex, master. I will be in her, feeling it, enjoying it, as well. You see, just as it will be more real and intense for you, it will be so for me." I was smiling from ear to ear, loving the thought of Lylah's sex drive in Tara.

"Let's do it tomorrow night. The day after is Saturday and I'll have it off," I said. She nodded.

"Now, master, how would you like to play a new game?" she whispered. I kissed her passionately by way of agreement.

It turned out she wanted to play a forcing fantasy. She went into another room, which apparently should could conjure at will in the spiritual realm. I was to follow in a few moments. When I did go in, it was a house setting, my house, to be exact, in the living room. It was dark, just dimly lit by the light in the adjacent bathroom. I heard a shower running, and looked into the bathroom. I saw Lylah in the shower, her image blurred by the steamy shower door. I looked down and saw I was dressed in all black, a t-shirt and sweatpants. Easy removal, I thought. I took off my shoes and socks so as not to make any noise, then heard the shower turn off and pressed my back to the wall by the bathroom door. The shower door clicked open, then shut again. A rustling...she must have grabbed a towel. It was then that I noticed the utter silence, no fans, nothing. I could hear her drying herself, then footsteps. She passed by me as she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her skin damp and glistening, wet hair hung down just past her shoulders. Fuck me, she was amazing even in a towel.

I made my move and wrapped one arm around her shoulders and chest. She screamed and tried to push me off. I pushed her to the floor and ripped away her towel. She screamed louder, begging me to stop. My cock grew rock hard at the sight and feel of her wet, naked body struggling under me. I knew it was a game, but she was so good at playing her part. I rolled her over and straddled her ass, pinning her down. She was thrashing, but couldn't escape as I pulled off my t-shirt. Her adrenaline was pumping and her body was covered in sweat, as was mine from the struggle. I jumped up, hoping to pull my pants off quickly, but they snagged for a moment on my cock before I could pull them off. In that time, Lylah managed to get up and stumble away. Fully undressed now, I chased after her, catching up with her at the stairs. I wrapped both arms around her and spun her away from the stairs, losing my balance and falling down with her. I held her down again, her full tits heaving against my chest as she sobbed. I shoved my cock into her pussy savagely, not even checking if she was wet yet.

"Yeah..." I grunted, "take it, you fucking slut. I'm gonna tear your cunt apart!" I snarled in her ear. I felt her body respond to my words, her nipples poked into my chest and her pussy flooded despite her screaming. I assaulted her pussy with new force, clutching her hair while she writhed underneath me. The cries had turned into a mix of shrieks and grunts. I pulled out of her and flipped her over, then pinned her down once more and resumed my pounding. Her ass rubbed against my stomach, adding to the eroticism of the moment. Deciding to up the ante, I pulled out of her pussy and jammed my cock into her asshole. She gasped sharply, and dug her nails into the carpet in response to my brutalizing her tender ass. Fuck, she was so tight...I loved the added sensations of the pounding heat of her body, the almost burning heat of her ass squeezing my cock, and her struggling beneath me, though that had decreased considerably. I assumed pleasure had taken over the pretense of our game. It had been great while we were at it, but I also loved knowing that Lylah was enjoying herself. After a few moments, the tightness and heat reached a new level when she intentionally started clenching her ass, and my balls began boiling. I jerked back on her hair and we cried out together as I emptied myself into her.

I collapsed onto her, and my softening member slowly slipped out. Our bodies heaved with synchronized heaving breaths, both of us drenched.

"Did you cum?" I whispered in her ear. She began to giggle breathlessly.

"Only...only four times," she gasped out. I laughed with her.

"I'd love to play that game sometime with Tara," I said. She licked her lips.

"Mmm...I think that can be arranged," she smiled. Hearing the familiar buzzing of my alarm, I kissed Lylah goodbye.

"Tonight...I'll put the ring under her pillow, so I guess I won't see you." She held my hand.

"It will be worth it, sweetie," she purred. It was nice to hear someone call me by a pet name this side of an orgasm again. Well, tomorrow I would hear it from Tara. I kissed Lylah again as the room dissolved and I woke up.

Never had a Friday gone by so slow. I knew I had all day and that night to wait, and I was so jacked about the next day. When five o'clock hit, I practically ran out the door. Getting back home seemed to take forever, but when I finally did, I realized it was quite a long time until bed. Being Friday, we would probably be up late too, at least Tara would. I'd have taken a nap, but without the ring I might not be able to fall asleep that night if I did. Besides, I had to be up later than Tara so I could slip the ring under her pillow, I didn't want to risk putting it under there and then have her take it out if she felt it. I worked out when I came home, and by the time I was done Tara was setting the table. We ate dinner, then watched some dumb reality show. I hate those things, but it was worth it because I knew Tara got tired when she watched TV. Sure enough, after a couple hours, she started yawning. So I suggested we head on up to bed, and she was plenty ready. We got settled in, and then began the waiting game. Every time it seemed like she was out, she would turn over, or stretch, or give me a sleepy smile. It was at least an hour, and I almost fell asleep myself, but finally I heard a steady breathing with an occasional light snore. I slipped the ring off my finger and under her pillow.

It was weird, not having my nightly fuck with Lylah, and without the ring I had a hard time falling asleep. After adjusting myself for a while, I finally drifted off.

When I woke the next morning, I noticed Tara wasn't in bed. I felt under her pillow, the ring still there, so I took it out and put it back on. It sounded like she was downstairs, so I brushed my teeth and headed down. I figured she would probably be making coffee, but I didn't smell or hear it. When I got to the kitchen, I didn't see her either.

"Tara," I called, "you home, babe?" A noise behind me got me to turn, and there was my wife, naked and hotter than hell. She had a hungry look in her eyes, and without a word she practically pounced on me, grabbing the back of my head and forcefully shoving her tongue in my mouth. She tore at my shorts, pulling them down and taking hold of my instantly hard cock. Her mouth wandered, sucking at my neck then up to my earlobe.

"Fuck me," she growled. There had been no reason for me to doubt what Lylah had said, but I had never expected it to work so quickly or so completely. I had figured it would be gradual, and so was completely shocked at the ferocity of her sexual assault. She grabbed my hand and pressed it to her freshly shaved pussy, which was completely soaked. She wanted no foreplay, just wanted me to know she was wet and ready for me.

"Fuck me, please fuck me," she hissed again, this time with a small whine to her words, indicating her desperation. My manhood took hold of my shocked senses and brought me back to reality. I grabbed my wife and picked her up, returning her vicious kisses, and sat her on the table. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I plunged my cock into her, right up to my balls. She moaned and I looked down to see my member glistening with her juices. The sight filled me with lust and I pounded Tara's sweet pussy all the more. She clawed at my back and groaned her approval.

"Yes, yes, yes, more, more, keep fucking, fuck me, fuck me!" she kept gasping, her breathing ragged and hard. When she started sucking on my neck again, I leaned into her and ground my crotch into hers, sending her over the edge of orgasm. The tightening of her pussy when she climaxed, combined with the excitement of finally fucking her, was too much for me. My cum pumped into her for what seemed like several minutes. We clung to each other, not addressing the fact that passions that were so long overdue had finally emerged. I felt something drip on my shoulder. I pulled back just enough to see tears streaming down her face.

"Tara..." I said her name gently. She wasn't sobbing, but the tears were still there.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I haven't taken care of you like I should...I haven't been a good wife..." I interrupted her with a deep kiss.

"It's okay," I said when we broke away. "It's all okay, we'll be fine." She smiled, and kissed me again.

"We have a lot of time to make up for," she whispered. I looked down and saw my cock was hard again. I grinned at her.

"Want to start with that project now?" She flashed me the sexiest naughty-girl smile I'd seen from her in a long time.

"You bet. Give it to me, stud." We laughed as I slid back into her and resumed our fucking.

Later that day, I went upstairs to go see Lylah. She was waiting for me as usual after I fell asleep. By way of greeting I grabbed her and kissed her passionately. When we broke, she smiled and ran her fingers through my hair.

"I take it you were pleased with my performance, Master?" Lylah purred.

"Lylah...it was incredible! We haven't fucked like that for years! It was amazing!"

"I am pleased you enjoyed it, Master. I enjoyed it as well." I raised an eyebrow until I remembered what she had said before. "Yes, you remember that I feel it too. But, there was something new in this. I felt the...the...well, I believe it was love, Master."

"Well, yes, of course it was love, Lylah." I must have looked as puzzled as I sounded, because she blushed. I realized she was embarrassed.

"I...I do not feel love often, Master. I felt it in your wife for you, and I felt it in the passion with which you made love. Most times, when a man comes to me, I feel the passion of physicality. Sometimes, if I temporarily possess a woman...well...she has long lost love for the man she is with. But it was not so here." I pulled Lylah to me and hugged her, realizing it was the first time I had done so without fucking her.

"You know, Lylah, you're special to me too," I said softly in her ear. She smiled at me, but sadly.

"Yes...I suppose that I am. But, do you...that is...well, never mind, Master. Are you going to allow me into your wife again tonight?"

"Oh, um...yeah, yes, of course." She kissed my cheek.

"Then I will see you later, Master." I kissed Lylah and walked out of the room.

I followed my routine of waiting until Tara was asleep, then slipped the ring under her pillow. I was almost asleep myself when I felt a soft hand running slowly across my chest under the sheets, down my stomach, and gently stroking my balls. My cock sprang to life and she gripped it, then pulled back the sheets. In the dark I saw her silhouette moving down and then felt the warm, wet sensation of her mouth on my member. She sucked the head gently, still caressing my balls, sometimes sliding a finger down to rub my asshole. The slurping got louder as she moved down my shaft, and I felt a line of her drool slide down to the base. I reached over and turned on my bedside lamp to watch Tara work, and caught her eyes gazing into mine as she continued sucking. I've always loved it when a woman looks at me while giving me a blowjob, and I couldn't last too long after seeing that. I squeezed my eyes shut and groaned when I fired my load into Tara's mouth. It had been so long since she blew me that I forgot she really didn't like me shooting in her mouth. But this time, she just squeezed my shaft and sucked hard until I finished emptying my balls. She kept sucking, driving me wild with the overwhelming sensation, and I heard her swallow, something she'd never done before.




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When I opened my eyes, I pulled back with start. Tara's eyes were different, dark and...purple? I blinked and looked, but saw only her usual deep green eyes.

"Are you okay, honey?" Tara asked, looking like she thought she did something wrong.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine...sorry, just kinda sensitive," I laughed it off. Tara laughed too, and I figured I had just imagined it since I was so used to seeing Lylah down there.

We carried on for a few more weeks, and we had sex daily, usually multiple times. I would see Lylah in the spirit realm occasionally too, but she seemed a little sad each time I did. I was a bit confused, since I knew she could feel it when Tara and I had sex. But I thought I was probably imagining that too. Lylah had asked me if I still wanted to go through with the forcing fantasy, and I said yes.

The next night, I put the ring under Tara's pillow. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, Tara was stirring. I got in bed and ran my fingers down her back, but she pulled away. Oh well, sometimes it didn't happen until the day after anyway.

The next morning, I woke up and saw Tara standing naked in front of the closet, looking at her clothes. I got up and wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her neck. She smiled until I reached down and caressed her pussy, now smooth and shaved. She pulled away a bit.

"Not today, Chris, I'm not in the mood." I pulled back myself. Not in the...oh, I understood. Lylah had set up our roleplay. I grinned.

"Not in the mood? Yeah, okay." I started sucking on her neck and she pulled totally away.

"Chris, what the hell, I said not today!" I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.

"Mmm, yeah, baby!" This was so hot. I loved how she was struggling against me.

"Stop it! Chris, knock it the fuck off!!" she screamed. I shoved my cock into her pussy, and she clawed at me. She raked my face and I fell back.

"Dammit, Tara, take it easy!" She scrambled back on the bed against the headboard, sobbing uncontrollably.

"FUCK YOU! STAY AWAY FROM ME! GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE, I HATE YOU!" she screamed. I stared at her, my mind reeling, and then I saw it. The ring was on the bedside table. Tara had felt it under her pillow and put it there while I was in the bathroom. My stomach clenched, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited in the sink. I could hear Tara still crying in the bedroom.

Fuck me...fuck me...I had just raped my wife! I threw up again. This was it, I was fucked, my life was over. I was doomed for a divorce, if not to spend the next several years in prison. My legs weakened and I collapsed from the overwhelming fear and horror I felt.

When I finally felt well enough to stand, which wasn't for several minutes, there was an eerie quiet. I peeked around the corner and saw Tara sleeping, her adrenaline spent. Shaking, I stepped into the bedroom. What was I going to do? Then, as though in answer to my question, I saw the ring, in fact I could have sworn the stone was faintly glowing. I took the ring and put it under her pillow, then got dressed and went downstairs to sit on the couch. I didn't know what else to do.

A few hours later, I heard a noise upstairs, then the creaking of the staircase. Tara was up. I watched as she came downstairs, my breath caught as I awaited her reaction to me. She was dressed. When she saw me, I stood, trembling slightly. Had the ring worked?

"Tara..." I started. She held up her hand and I fell silent. She came up and looked at me for what felt like forever, then kissed me deeply.

"No...not Tara..." she said. Then I noticed her eyes were purple.

"Lylah?" She smiled.

"Yes...and now you have to make a choice," she said, and sat me down on the couch. She knelt in front of me.

"Chris...I have to explain something to you. You see, each time we had sex in the spirit realm, I could draw on your sexual energy, and I grew stronger. But that is not enough for my kind. I was strong enough to possess your wife, but not entirely. I could only arouse her and be in her, but not control her. I needed to ingest your seed, which is life, while I was in her to become stronger, and now I can possess her entirely. I can live in her now, but I need you to give me one more gift of life to make it permanent." She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, then started slowly stroking it. "I can give you everything you want, Chris. I can be your wife, I can give you pleasure beyond what you have ever had, and I can give you love. I only need you to consent to give me this once more. We can live together for as long as you live."

"As long as I live?" I asked, not unaware of my hardening cock but this was too important to pay attention to it.

"I am hundreds of years old, Chris. I have had many bodies over time, each one given to me by husbands who I helped."

"Can't..." I held her hand, preventing her from stroking me so I could think clearly. "Can't I just see you in the spirit realm? Can't you just keep temporarily possessing Tara?" She smiled sadly.

"No...my kind requires a body every so often...especially as we grow older. I had to transfer myself back into the ring when I met you that day in the shop."

"You were the old woman?!"

"Yes...that was one of the many bodies I have occupied over time, though she was not old when I possessed her. I only grew old when my previous master had died. As long as I have a consistent supply of seed, I do not grow old. You came in just in time, my love, you came in and I knew you were in need of someone like me, just as I needed you. But if you do not choose now to give me your seed, I will not be able to find someone in time for me to continue to live." She leaned forward, her lips parted so I could feel her warm breath on my cock. "The choice is yours."

"What...what would happen to Tara?" Lylah looked up at me.

"She will be gone. I will retain her body, but it will change somewhat. The best you love of my looks and hers will combine."

So these were my options? My wife, who loved me, but who would likely leave me, or this...demon woman, who had given me exceptional pleasure, would love me, and stay young and beautiful for as long as I lived? But Tara...she had done nothing to deserve being erased from existence, I had played with evil and she had paid for it. Lylah loved me too, though, and promised such an incredible life. But how would I live with myself? I looked down at Lylah, she had tears in her eyes.

"Master...husband...I need to know what you want. I need to know now." She looked at me pleadingly, ready to wrap her mouth around my cock and take in the seed that would give her Tara's body and life. The decision was mine...I looked into those purple eyes, and took her hand.

"I'm sorry..."

****

It's late, about three in the morning. My wife and I had fucked for hours, and as she slept I gazed at her amazing form, shining with sweat. I couldn't believe how things had turned out. Three months ago, I was looking at my life becoming hell, and now it was heaven. Still...I wonder if...

She is stirring now, and wakes up. She smiles at me, and takes hold of my hand, my thoughts are calmed for now. Sometimes though, I wonder if Tara heard my final apology to her, even as I gaze into those beautiful purple eyes...



Exchange & Experiment



This is a story of coincidences and dreams coming true. A dream to acquire someone else's wife and compare the experience to one's own is a dream that is shared by many, and like me, always remains a secret, until your fuck-luck opens out. 

*

I am Ajit, aged 26 yrs of age married to Anjali, who has been my neighbour turned life partner. I have been an excellent athlete from my school and college days and am working for a business firm who promote sports accessories as a Senior Manager. Being tall and fair in complexion, I was always the centre of the college girls. However, I was attracted to Anjali, who lived next door, and known to me and my family since childhood.

Anjali had completed her fine arts and was an artist of good standing. Aged 24 years, she had her own life-style and like any other artist was at times immersed in her drawings & paintings. Many of her paintings were in demand by business houses and art lovers. Due to space constraints and requirement of peace, we had shifted to a big house, with many rooms & porch, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Though away from the city, it was just about 20 minutes drive from my house.

We were married for the last two years, and shared a satisfying sex life. The nights were spent in exploring and trying out many of the Kamasutra juxtapositions, and mainly depended on the outcome of Anjali's artistic moods. We had decided not to go in for a child for the next 3-4 years and took precautions of a condom or the pill, depending on the safe & other days.

Anjali was bestowed with a set of 40 sized firm breasts and this suited her stocky, dark skinned body, and her 5ft height. Comparatively I towered over her with my 6.2ft height.

As with all artistes, many of Anjali's friends would drop in for discussions of exhibitions, exchanging notes and group paintings. They would discuss and paint for hours. At times we had friends who would sleep over, sprawled out in the hall or even on the floor, where they were painting. Anjali would creep into bed late after their painting session and we would nuzzle into each other till sleep overtook us.

We had a common friend Anand, who also lived in the same town, and was a colleague of Anjali at her Fine Arts College. He was plump, short & just about the height of Anjali and had green eyes. He was always the jovial & chubby type. Anjali liked him a lot and shared her concepts with him.

He looked like the typical artiste, who had a care-2-hoots attitude. He frequented us the most. In fact he was like a younger member of our family, who had access everywhere, except the bedroom. From what I learnt from Anjali, during our courting days, Anand had a huge soft corner for her, and this had brought a pang of jealousy in me. But I knew that Anand was harmless, but overdue friendly. 

He always had the habit of hugging me or Anjali, without being nasty or obscene. Grabbing of arms, tickling, pulling one another's legs was an accepted thing.

One day he came with his wedding card and this was celebration time. Shortly he was to get married. We had a bachelor party for him at our house and that day we were all boozed out. A few days before his wedding date, he came to our place with his fiancée, Neelam. She was the exact opposite of Anjali.

At 22 years, she was an inch shorter than Anjali, very slim, almost skinny but extremely fair and blue eyed. Her small breasts could be said as that of a fourteen year old teenager. Her bums were nice & perky, and not rounded like Anjali's. Her hair was her forte. They reached her waist, neatly plaited. She had a good sense of dressing and had worn a well fitting light mauve salwar top, which accentuated whatever curves she had.

What caught me unawares was that her figure and appearance had turned me on. I felt a stirring between my legs. It must have been the thought that she was fragile and not fleshy like Anjali and would have to be dominated during sex. I do not know if it was my reaction or what I said, but Anjali too noticed something different in my looks. We spent the whole evening together and then they left.

While Anand & Anjali were on their hot topic of art, I was left to entertain Neelam. I found that she too liked sports, and had taken part in athletics in college. She loved basketball, a game I played in college. Our conversation about sports was as heated as Anjali & Anand's about art. Neelam had a shy way of conversations and it felt like we had known each other for years.

When the time came for them to leave, we started to get up. As we walked towards the stairs, Neelam's slipper got entangled in her saree and she lost her balance. I held out my hands to her and she fell straight into my arms. Anand & Anjali did not notice this as they had already gone down the stairs. As a reflex, I grasped her to steady her fall. In the bargain my hand had cupped her breast. I held on to it tightly, till she was steady. It was only then did we realise that my hand was tightly cupped around her left breast.

She wriggled out of my arms and smoothened out her saree. I started to apologise, but her "It's ok", with a sweet blush and her innocent smile kept my words within me. We walked down the stairs, without speaking.

After they left, Anjali enquired as to why I had that hungry look in my eyes, and she followed it up with her own answer.

"She looks sexy doesn't she?" She asked waiting for an answer.

"Well! There is something definitely very, very sexy about her..." I replied.

"Very, very? ...." She asked by raising her eyebrows jokingly.

"She cannot be compared with you Anjali, your yoooby, dooby, boobies compared to her titties is like comparing Mount Everest to our village hillock. There is no comparison to your juicy butts. Hers was like a flattened speed-breaker...." Anjali was listening very attentively as I rolled down the statistics.

She suddenly intercepted my reverie and asked "Aju, you seem to have really given her a thorough look-over. Don't tell me that your little mind has any designs? Remember I am the artist." She said, "But I do agree with you, she has that something which even attracted her to me. Anand is a lucky man."

"Do I hear a tone of jealousy in that?" I joked.

"You never know" she said, as we both laughed.

"But Anjali, don't you think that Anand would have loved somebody a little plump and full bodied as compared to Neelam?" I asked her sincere opinion, keeping in mind that he preferred a heavily built girl like Anjali.

"Let's wait and see" she replied, "If he needs any help, we are there aren't we, Aju? What are friends for?" It was a statement rather than a suggestion.

The marriage was a grand occasion, as Anand was the only son and Neelam the only daughter. We being Anand's closest friends were treated like royalty, both by Anands' as well as Neelams' family. Our entire artist friends were invited and it was more like a home function. Soon after, the newly married couple went for their honeymoon to Mauritius.

The days went by and after about a fortnight, the couple returned. Life got back to normalcy. We then decided that we should invite the newly wedded couple for a dinner to our place, to update on the happenings. So we invited them to drop in. Anjali popped the idea that they should stay over and spend the weekend with us.

The evening they were expected to arrive, we cleaned up our place and ordered food from the caterers. Anjali suggested that we serve the imported French Wine that we had been gifted. We decided to set the table under the open sky on the terrace that we had. The candles took their place, so did a vase full of flowers. We took special care to make their bedroom a little decorative, with mild lights and flowers. We had three attached bedrooms in the house.

When they arrived, we were amazed at their dressing. They were casually dressed but they looked like a film star couple. Anand had a loose T-Shirt while Neelam had a sky blue coloured saree, the Indian dress worn by women, neatly draped around. They had carried a bare minimum change with them, as we had volunteered to share our night clothes with them.

The hugs completed, we showed them their room and opened our wardrobe for them. Anand went for my shorts and a light cotton t-shirt; Neelam selected a baby pink pyjama & a loose night shirt, which Anjali had out grown in the last two years. Incidentally this was what she had worn on our honeymoon night. Anjali cast a very quizzical glance at me and smiled.

We left them to change and came out. As we walked out of their room, Anjali whispered "She look like a ravishing doll. You just control yourself." Not to be kept behind, I retorted "You be careful too. The bull has recently had a taste of blood. He may want to graze over new pastures". Saying this I gave her boobs a good squeeze from behind. She immediately reached behind and had her hand sliding over my prick over my shorts. This happened in a fraction of a second like a quickie.

"Anjali, in case he goes for you, will you ......?" I asked.

"It depends.....only time will tell," she turned, smiled and replied before I could finish.

I was not sure what was going on in her mind, but I knew that in case any such situation arose, we would very liberally accept each others actions.

After about half an hour, the newly wedded couple walked down the stairs. Anjali and I were stunned. While Anand looked like a youth, Neelam took the breath out of us. She looked fresh like a baby. Her long dark hair spread out over her back, dropped down to her waist. Her fair flawless skin shone like marble, and the 'mangalsutra', the black beaded chain the Indian Ladies wear after marriage, swayed over the clearly large sized night shirt, from one tit to another. She really looked ravishing.

We walked them to the terrace and opened the wine. Neelam initially did not take the wine, and we poured for the three of us. She had a soft drink. The conversations floated from Anjali & my childhood to the college days of Anand & Anjali. As we had the second drink, I casually asked Anand if Neelam should try a little wine. Anand spontaneously & enthusiastically said that if she wanted to, then she was free to do so. 

"Neelam may I have the honour of pouring the first drink for you?" I asked her.

"I have never had a drink before..." she replied.

Before she could complete, Anand suddenly blurted, "Well! After our wedding we have done a lot of things which we did not do before marriage."

There was an awkward silence for a second and then we all burst out laughing aloud. But Neelam literally turned red, blushing & knowing fully well what he had meant.

"In fact, we were waiting for Anand to give us the full report after the meals, not now" Anjali said trying to defuse the situation, "and Neelam, you are not to stop him." Neelams' blush made the night to glow.

I poured the wine and held the glass out for her. She extended her mehendi decorated hand and as my fingers made contact with hers, she looked straight into my eyes and we held our stare for a second. This was not lost to Anjali & Anand. In fact, after that Neelam had another round of wine.

The drinks finished, we headed towards the dining table, where the food was already laid out. Anand sat opposite to me and Neelam was to his right and next to me. Anjali was placed to my right and next to Anand. The discussions continued and branched towards our individual likings. While Anjali & Anand talked about their paintings and the forthcoming exhibition, Neelam and I spoke of sports.

As we talked, I did not realise that my feet were touching Neelams'. The movements were unnoticed at first but then I realised whose feet they were. I did not make an attempt to remove them, neither did Neelam. After sometime I became a little bold and moved my heel over her pyjama pant and along her calf. I could feel her shiver and look at me through the corner of her eye. She carried on eating.

Before the other two could know, I retracted my leg. But did I sense dejection on Neelams face? After some time I again moved my foot over her foot, and definitely I could see a blush.

This time Anjali noticed it and knew that I was up to mischief. The wine had got to Anand and he let himself float along. As though needing help in serving dessert, she called me in the kitchen.

"What's happening under the table, dear?" she asked.

"Footsie, dear... pure footsie!" I replied.

"Careful, they are just married. Let's not disturb their life" Anjali warned.

"Sure. But why don't you try footsie the other side? Let's neutralize the situation." Anjali said that Anand had tried once as we sat, but did not continue. I told her to respond and to see his reaction.

I even suggested to her that they could discuss their forth coming exhibition, in our in-house studio, which was a big room on the other side of the house, without we disturbing. Neelam and I would find some topic to talk about in the house.

"My, my, my ...... the young mind is at work hanh..." she said with glee. "So be it"

We came out with the desserts to find the couple talking. Anjali mentioned the idea of discussions in the studio, which Anand jumped at. Neelam looked at Anand not expecting to be left alone. 

"Neelam, Ajit is a great story-teller. He will keep you company. You mind?" Anand asked her.

"If it is not a problem for Ajitji." She replied.

"Ajitji? Hey I am young, dear. Just call me Ajit." 

Anand & Neelam helped us in clearing the table and we headed for the terrace. Not wanting to waste any time, Neelam mooted the idea of heading for the studio, and they left. I was left alone with Neelam. I reminded Neelam about how I had wanted to apologise for having my hand on her breast, and hoped that she did not mind it.

"Definitely not, Ajit, you tried to help. I did not mind it" 

"So how was your honeymoon," I queried.

She blushed and replied "Same like anyone else's....."

"Hope our bull did not try to scare you" I joked.

The blush on her face was heavenly. She looked up straight into my eyes and again our gaze held. 

The topic shifted to what they saw and did on their tour. She said that most of the time they were on organised tours and the evenings were spent alone.

"Did you enjoy the evenings?" I asked.

"Well..." she hesitated and then said "Anand kept me busy!"

"See Neelam, Anand and us, we are very close like a family. If you feel that I or Anjali are prying into your personal affairs, please do not hesitate to tell us. Anjali & Anand are artistes and are always in a different world. I always leave them on their own." The last part I stressed. "I hope you will not mind them being together."

"No Ajit, I don't mind" she replied "but what must they be doing now?"

"What do you want them to do?" I asked.

She said that I was a naughty fellow and understood what I meant. She said she liked naughty fellows. I felt a type of warmth creeping between my legs. Was she aware of Anjali & my plans? 

Almost half an hour had passed. I was sincerely hoping that Anand had taken the lead to come on Anjali, as I desperately wanted to fuck Neelam. She had an excellent erotic way of carrying herself. And Anjali's honeymoon night dress, with her mangalsutra hanging in between, was accentuating her fragile body. In fact I could see the outline of a nipple through the dress. She caught me staring at her breast and shifted slightly.

I asked her if she wanted to go down and see. She jumped at the idea. I extended my hand to lead her, which she demurely accepted. As we neared the stairs, I realised that she was shorter than Anjali and reached much below my shoulder.

As we walked down the steps, I slowly put my hand across her shoulders, which were frail and held her. I could feel her body tightening as she had not anticipated this. 

"Just in case you fall" I tried to justify.

She smiled and relaxed. I slowly pulled her close to me as we walked down the stairs. I was surprised to find her shifting to the side and her hand going round my waist and holding me tightly. I looked down at her, as she looked up shyly.

"Just in case I fall" she repeated my words.

By now we had broken the ice of nearness, and I rubbed and massaged her shoulder & arm, as we slowly walked to the studio. The wine had loosened her inhibitions and she was responding to my massage. Anticipating that Anand may have come on to Anjali, I mentioned to Neelam, that at times married people have to experiment and forget. She did not understand. So I told her that we will surprise the artistes at work.

There was a window in the wall of the adjoining room, which gave the view of the entire studio. When we reached that room, which was dark, I put my finger on her lips and motioned her to keep quite. I led her, holding her by her waist, as she walked in the darkened room to the window. We could see Anjali and Anand both standing and staring at the wall painting to our left, their profiles towards us. Anand had his left arm folded and resting on Anjali's shoulder from behind, and his right hand was fondling her left breast, over the black bra, with his right hand under the T-Shirt, which had risen over her left boob. Anjali was clearly enjoying the whole ministrations. Her hands were clasping Anand's shorts.

Though fully dressed, Anjali was pressing her bottom into Anand's groin at regular intervals. We could see Anand's penis making a bulge in his loose shorts. They were lost in their own world. The wine was helping.

Neelam gasped. She had not expected to see this. She turned & looked at me imploringly trying to understand the situation. I motioned her to keep quite and held her around her thin waist and pulled her towards me, as I walked her out of the room. I saw that her eyes had watered. She looked so helpless. She had not expected Anand to go after somebody so soon.

I gathered her into my arms in which she willingly came. She held me by my waist and I could feel her sobbing silently.

"He doesn't like me?" she queried as she looked up to me.

"Neelam, it is not that he doesn't like you. Maybe he wants to try out something new. In married life, variety makes it more spicy." I tried to justify. "Like the other day, when you slipped and fell. I can still recollect the soft feeling of your bosom on my palms. The feeling was heavenly."

Neelam was all attention. Her eyes wide, lips pouted, but still with her arms around my waist. In fact my prick was touching her just below her tiny breast. I was sure that she could feel the hardened rod trying to push out of my pants and poking her in her chest.

"Neelam, would you mind if I say that you have the worlds' most beautiful eyes and a figure to beat Julia Roberts?" I asked her, expecting her to be shocked.

Her next question was what I was expecting the whole evening "Do you really find me attractive?"

"Neelam, you have really turned me on. I had mentioned this to Anjali and she agrees. You have the most exquisite and fragile body I have ever seen. In fact, the feeling of your breast is still lingering on my hands." This praise was working. "Your eyes are like petals of a lotus. And your lips.... They are so fine."

I could see her getting excited. Her tiny chest was heaving. The wine had really loosened her out. I bent down and lightly kissed her lips. There was no reaction from her. I again bent down and pressed my lips a little harder. She responded by opening her lips and allowing my tongue to enter her mouth. Our kissing became more aggressive, and I did not realise when her hands left my waist and were around my neck, pulling me towards her.

I lifted her in my arms and her feet dangled over the ground. I backed her into the wall and pressed my hardening penis into her.

She felt the prodding and opened her eyes, but did not say anything. I slowly brought my hands onto her tiny breasts and fondled them lightly. She was moaning and making erotic sounds.




Exchange & Experiment



Not wanting to do anything in the corridor itself. I hinted whether we should go in the room. She nodded her head in agreement. I put my hand on her buttocks and pressed her into me. She hooked her legs around my waist. We looked like a mother monkey carrying her baby clinging to her stomach. We walked like that to the bedroom, with our groins rubbing against one another through her pyjama and my shorts.

Neelam was very light in weight as compared to Anjali, who was stocky & very heavy. I would never be able to carry Anjali like this.

As we stood by the huge bed, "Neelam, I need to confess something to you."

"What...?" she asked expectantly, her voice very hoarse.

"From the day that I saw you, I have always yearned to make love to you'" I said.

"You mean you wanted to fuck me? A married woman?" she retorted.

"Yes" I agreed.

"If Anand can experiment, why shouldn't we? In fact I too must confess. I liked you the day I came to your place, before the wedding. Your hand on my breast was the first time that any man had touched me there. If you will, keep a secret, I was thinking of you as Anand took me the first night. He was very careful but he was new to the act."

"In fact, Neelam, I need to tell you another secret. The pyjama that you are wearing is the one Anjali wore on our honeymoon, when I took her virginity."

"Ajit, you mean to say that this is your honeymoon uniform? Looks like you had planned it." Neelam giggled.

During this entire time we talked, we were see-sawing our love machines into each other. This had created a warm feeling down there. The wine too was having its effect on Neelam.

I lifted her from me and laid her on the bed. Neelam was spread out on the bed. Her long hair had framed around her head, on the bed; her arms were spread out upward on her sides, and her legs were spread out wide on either side, with her knees bent. She looked like an open book. I reached out and started unbuttoning her shirt. 

Initially Neelam was hesitant and held my hands. She was in two minds to go ahead or not. I did not attempt further to open the button, but spread out my palm over her chest and started to ply her bosom over the shirt. She relaxed. Her hands fell back and her eyes closed. I then proceeded to unbutton her shirt.

As it came off, I could see a pink skin coloured see-through, front-clasping bra encasing two tiny and fair pink mounds, the size of over-sized lemons, topped with a pink areola. What surprised me was her nipple, which was about an inch long like an over-grown raisin and was a darker shade of pink, contouring the front of her bra-cup. I was jealous of Anand, who was the master of this tit.

Neelam had closed her eyes. I slowly put my hand onto the clasp and slid the bra off her chest. She was marvelous. I swooped down on her and gobbled up her right breast, whilst my hand went to work on her other breast. Neelam wriggled under me as jolts of erotic shocks passed through her. I put my hand below her chest and lifted her to put more of her breast into my mouth. Her fingers played in my hair, with her eyes still shut.

Till then I had not removed my shorts. I straightened up and slowly pulled her pyjama down her legs, to display a pink lacy panty and had to slightly lift her buttocks. As my hand touched her naked arse, she opened her eyes and looked. She laid spread on the bed like a small innocent teenaged girl, who has just started sprouting pubic hair and tits, and about to be initiated to the act of fornication. She knew that the final assault was on.

I let the unclasped bra and the pink panty be on her, as I started pulling down my shorts. By now she had covered her semi-open boobies with her hands. Her eyes were expectantly looking towards the unfolding weapon.

I was liberally endowed with a prick that was about 8 inches long but was almost 2 inches broad. The tip was red in anticipation of tasting new flesh. Her mouth & eyes widened, at the site of the erect member. I could sense fear in them. 

Though she had just been familiarized with fucking at her recent honeymoon, I was not sure as to the penis size she was accustomed to or what Anand had done. I found later that Anand had an average prick of about 6 inches long and just about an inch in width. 

A thought must have crossed her mind. Will she be able to accommodate me? Will it not tear her apart? Before she could say anything I kneeled before her and put my lips on her cunt, which was still covered by her panty. This was a totally new experience for her. As soon as my lips touched her cunt, she pushed up as though she got a shock. I kept kissing her down there furiously and she was wriggling and moaning. 

"Aaaaaah, oooh my God, what are you doooooing?............ Ajit stop it....." her voice trailed off.

She had never thought that the cunt was meant for kissing too; initially she tried to pull my head away, but a new feeling was taking over her.

I looked up to see her clutching her lemons. Her head was moving from side to side as waves of pleasure cruised through her. Suddenly the dam broke.

Her body stiffened and she let out a shriek and shuddered her first extra-marital orgasm. She pushed herself into my mouth and then stiffened. She was a squirter. Her cunt was soaking her panties wet, as her juices spurted out. Her fingers were now caressing my hair. I licked her cunt, with long strokes, over the panty as she pushed herself into my mouth.

Our bodies had been swathed in sweat as I slid on her and kissed her on the mouth. I wanted her to feel herself on my lips. She put her hand around my neck and literally ate my lips.

My prick was rubbing on her panty covered cunt and she was humping on it. I waited to see if she would remove her panties to allow me to enter her tiny cunt. I did not want to force myself into her. I squeezed her tiny boobies and lifted her to my chest off the bed.

Slowly she let her hand down to hold my penis in her tiny hands. As I felt her tiny smooth hand on to my penis, I kissed her again and her hold on my prick became more forceful. She started to pump her hand on my prick and this made me to become more solid. She was a little surprised that I was not attempting to pull down her panties, and after some time I felt her pulling her panties down. I still did not want to be the first to start the assault. 

I wanted her to lead me to her hole. So I casually asked her. "Would you like to hold my balls" she nodded to say yes. I made her sit at the end of the bed and stood in front of her. My prick was at full attention in front of her face and my balls hung below. I took her one hand and put them on the prick and the other I led to my balls. The feeling of having a strangers hand on my balls was exquisite.

I asked her if in college she had done anything like this. She replied that no boys had touched her as she was the timid, amongst the lot. However she said that the hostel roommate, with whom she shared the room, had once or twice come under her blanket at night and rubbed her vagina and pressed her boobs. Neelam was also forced to suck her roommates' huge boobs and was sucked in return. This happened once or twice and suddenly the room mate had to leave college, as she was getting married, and every thing stopped.

"So you are aware of sucking?" I queried.

She did not understand at first, and then I took my prick near her mouth. She understood. She did not like me trying to put it in her mouth. Then I said that since she had enjoyed me on her cunt, I would love it if she could also give me a little pleasure. Slowly but hesitantly she took her mouth near my prick. 

She looked up at me and slowly opened her mouth to touch the head of my penis. Soon after I could feel her tongue licking the tip and then she suddenly took me in her mouth and held me in her lips. I was big for her mouth and she had to open her mouth to the maximum. I moved myself slowly in and out of her mouth and held her behind her head. She was a fast learner and I got a very good head from a fresher, though she could mot take me fully in her mouth due to my size. 

I could not control it any longer, and put my hands under her armpits and lifted her on the bed. I asked her to slowly put her legs around my waist. Her expression was of total surprise. She did not understand what was happening, but she did as told.

As soon as her one leg was hooked around my waist, I positioned my prick at her hole, and lifted her other leg to hook me around the waist. Her cunt was now positioned just above my erect prick, and the weight that she put would guide my prick into her. She understood my intentions and slowly started to push up & down. The head of my prick entered her and her face contorted in pain. I did not push into her as I wanted her to feel comfortable. 

She looked into my eyes "Please take me Ajit, please I need you in me. I can't push any further."

I had waited for this invitation from her. I then held her close to me and started to hump upwards; I could feel me entering her inch by inch. Her eyes and face showed pain but her moans were exciting me. I swung up & down, to & from. She was enjoying this Kamasutra pose. And then with one strong swing I entered her totally. She yelled in pain.

"It's paining Ajit, it's too big. Please, pleeeaaase...." I pulled her to me by holding her buttocks and did not move. After some time her pain had subsided as her cunt had got accustomed to my prick. "Ajit, compared to Anands' prick, you are massive".

Her cunt was small and tight. She must have felt totally plugged, after her honeymoon nights. But the tight fit had got her excited. 

I slowly started walking around the bedroom and swinging in and out of her. Her hands were around my neck and she was enjoying this novel pose. Both of us were sweating profusely and our bodies slid smoothly.

Then suddenly I got an idea. I whispered to Neelam, whether we should check on Anand and Anjali, since they were the first to start. Neelam hesitated at first and then agreed to my suggestion. She wanted to dress up and tip toe into the side room, but I had different plans. I started walking with Neelam fixed on my pole, with her legs hooked around my waist through the corridors.

Neelam was aghast. "Ajit what are you doing? Somebody will see us like this." Instead of answering I started ramming into her and her protests turned to silent 'aaahhs & ooohs'. I then told her that no one could see from outside into the house. This was indeed a novel pose for me too. When we reached the side room, we could moans and erotic expressions from the studio. Slowly we peeped into the studio.

Anjali & Anand were in their birthday suits, like us. She was totally bent over the sofa, holding the same with her hands, and Anand was furiously humping her doggy style. Her big boobs were hanging down and swinging like massive pendulums. Now and then Anand would bend to fondle them. It was then that we realised that his prick was not in Anjalis' cunt, but he was arse fucking her. Neelam kept on looking at Anands' prick going in & out of Anjali, as Anjali seemed to be enjoying this. 

Anjali and I had never done this before. Then I thought that there is always a first time. This was a great turn on for us, and I pushed Neelam to the wall and started to fuck her roughly. She tried to protest as my massive prick was hitting her like a cannon, but then she too started responding. After a few minutes, I felt the familiar feeling building up in my ball sac and I pulled Neelam tightly to me as torrents of my semen -- spurt after spurt hit her fertile womb. Neelam threw her head back and tried to stifle her moans and cries. She too writhed with her orgasms and held on tightly to me. We were totally sweaty.

I was tired and asked her to put her feet down slowly, as I knew they would not touch the ground due to her smaller height. She was still attached to me with my penis firmly stuck in her. As she slid down, my prick started to come out and did so with a 'plop'. My prick was still very rigid. The semen from the swaying prick now splashed on her stomach and her tits. I bent down and kissed her as she held me by my prick.

Neelam could feel a void between her legs and put her hand between her legs. She could also feel the sperm running down her legs. I bent down and kissed her there. She threw her head back and started to hump me in my face. She was again hit by another massive orgasm, and her juices flowed copiously bathing my face. 

She too was tired and slid down to the ground next to me. I wanted to make the best of the evening and I whispered whether we should enter and catch them in action. This time Neelam suggested that we should enter the room stuck to each other, like how we had come into this room. I then made her go on all fours and entered her already dilated cunt from behind. I held her by the waist and pushed in slowly. I screwed her first. As I was firmly fixed to her, I slowly lifted her frail body, by hooking my hands below her knees facing the front. It looked like she was in a chair. We then made way into the studio. At first Anjali and Anand did not see us, but when they saw us, they were shocked. Anand slumped on Anjalis' back, still inside her.

"Hey guys, thanks for giving us the lead." I wished them.

"You were watching us?" Anjali sounded surprised.

"Well! Thanks for breaking the ice. It was only when we saw that Anand had got to your boobs, we decided to share the game. I hope you don't mind Anand?" I asked Anand.

Anand had a blank look on his face, to see his newly wedded wife barbequed on my massive pole. But then he smiled. He said that Anjali was a great fuck, and that it was his first time in rear entry. 

We were both into each others spouses. I then walked towards Anjali & Anand, holding Neelam on my pole. As she came closer, Anjali kissed Neelams tits and then kissed her straight on her lips. It was a very erotic moment. I let Neelam hook her legs around Anjali as I fucked her from behind, and Anand taking cue started humping Anjali. It was a huge fucking sandwich.

After sometime we all came together, and disentangled. Anjali had her arm around Neelam and was fondling her tits, whilst Neelam was pressing Anjalis' boobs. Anand was amazed at the length and breadth of my cock and asked me if he could hold it for a moment. Anjali held me by my prick and asked Anand to compare it to his. She brought our pricks together and it looked like comparing a sword and a small dagger together.

"You mean to say that Neelam could accommodate this monster, in her." He exclaimed.

Neelam on her part was blushing and trying to hide behind Anjali. Anjali put her hands towards her back and pulled her to her nude back. Neelam passed her hands around Anjali and held her boobs.

"I don't think anyone is going to sleep tonight. Come lets head for the bedroom and we can continue our war there."

We then proceeded to the bedrooms decorated for Anand & Neelam, where we never came to know when the night ended. 

Anand's parents wanted them to have a child soon. Later on, we came to know that Anand had problem with his sperms and the choice of breeding Neelam naturally came to me. I will tell you that part later.