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First Come

By: moosemoose



She was nineteen and fantastically beautiful. Short dark hair, strong and silky. You could grab that hair in handfuls and she just purred. She was strong, her body toned and tight. Not huge boobs, but nice, and soft and sexy. Tight jeans always hid the delights of her tush, but I could run my hands over her buns with her permission, and they always felt good. I had dated her in high school for a short time, but we both got distracted with other partners. Amazingly we were both still virgins when we graduated, and somehow found each other again in the local Western bar on ladies night.

The night we hooked up we ended up making out in her little entry foyer. Her sister and her boyfriend making out in the darkened hallway just behind us. Just like before she was hot and squirming, but somehow tonight was different. As our tongues fought for supremacy her hips started moving differently. Like most of our previous make out sessions, we were standing, kind of hidden in the dark corner of the little foyer. Normally it had been a long french kissing episode with a little fondling over the top of her blouse and bra.

Tonight was different. As we kissed, her hips began to move against mine. Of course I already had a hard on, so with her grinding I was getting pretty turned on. As I ran my hands through her hair, she pulled her mouth from mine and whispered in my ear. 

"Put your finger in."

I almost passed out with excitement. I brought my right hand down from her hair and pressed it against her pubes through her tight jeans. She urgently pushed her crotch against my hand. I had never felt her so horny. With my second finger rigid, I rubbed it up and down the seam of her jeans, grinding her jeans against her clit. She groaned with excitement.

Now wondering if she might have second thoughts, I slid my hand up to the button on her jeans. I struggled with it for a moment, her jeans were tight. Suddenly it broke free and her jeans opened at the waist. My hand trembling, I gently tugged on the zipper and pulled it all the way down. She had pulled a little apart from me to help me with the awkwardness of doing this. Her grinding had stopped for a moment. Not waiting to get into her panties, I simply rubbed a couple of fingers against her pussy outside the cotton covering. She squirmed and let out a small cat like purr. I was shocked her panties were soaked, the strong aroma of pussy came up to my inquisitive nostrils. I pushed the thin cotton material into the cleft of her pussy lips, and she groaned. Her hip gyrations started again as she began to excitedly hump my hand. I suddenly heard a similar moan from her sister farther back in the hallway behind us. I found myself wondering if this had been discussed with the sisters as the joint next step in their relationship with my buddy and I. I couldn't care less, this was really exciting.

I boldly slid my hand to the top of her panties and then in one movement down over her soft pubic hair and into her dripping vagina. She was open and soft and juicy. Words could not describe the feeling of how incredible her pussy felt. First one finger then two made their way as far up her as I could manage from our standing position. Within minutes of my pistoning my fingers into her, her legs clamped around my hand and I felt her whole body judder in an orgasm. She slumped against me, her head on my shoulder and went limp as she fought to catch her breath. She lifted her head after a few moments and breathed into my ear. 

"Thank you baby, see you tomorrow."

Without even another kiss, or even zipping up her jeans, she turned and left me standing there. My dick hard as a rock and balls blue as ice.

I sighed in frustration, grabbed my cock through my jeans and gave it a hard squeeze. Promising myself a good jacking off session when I got home. I momentarily glanced up the darkened hallway to see if my buddy needed a ride home, but from the gasping and groaning going on back there it sounded like he was having more luck than me, so I left without a word.

The next night she greeted me in the same little foyer, well lit this time, and she was dressed to the nines. We were going out for dinner, a fancy place so she was in her best jeans, and with a sexy chainmail type top on that you could see her black bra through. I could hear her sister in the front room joking and talking with some friends. Naturally I headed down the hallway of the apartment toward the front room. As I passed her bedroom though, she pulled me into it. She pushed the door closed behind me, and suddenly she had her arms around me and in my hair. She pressed her kick ass body tightly against mine, and started that hip gyration thing like she had the previous night. Without breaking the kiss, she pulled me towards her single bed, and fell backward onto it, pulling me on top of her. Her lips never broke contact once, and her hips were moving even more vigorously now I was on top of her. She wrapped her legs around mine, and pressed her pelvis tight against the obvious bulge that was my rock hard cock. Knowing exactly what she was doing to me, she ground her pelvis against my hard-on, sliding her denim clad lips over my erection, massaging, almost milking my poor cock until my breathing was ragged. Her tongue was jammed in my mouth, I had to break free to breath and I managed a strangled,

"I'm gonna come."

She purred, 

"Good c'mon then big boy come. Come hard!"

As she said those magic words her writhing hips seemed to mold themselves around my body and I could feel her mound pushing against my throbbing cock. I came and came and came.

Finally catching by breath, and once the fireworks had stopped going off in my head, I rolled off her still squirming body and took stock. I had a huge spreading wet stain on the front of my jeans. She looked over and smiled and said,

"I guess we better get you cleaned up before dinner baby."

First Comes Love...



Mary felt her heart rate quicken when she saw Brandon step out of the car. The sunlight hit his face, revealing his stunning features. "Oh, my..." she whispered. As he approached, Mary resolved to look nonchalant. She challenged herself to meet his gaze and when she did, she found herself mesmerized by his intense brown eyes. Brandon's lips formed an amused smirk and several moments later Mary realized the cause. She quickly snapped her gaping mouth closed and ducked her head shyly, feeling her pale cheeks color with an embarrassed flush. Well, that was smooth, she thought to herself. 

"Hi," Brandon's voice broke the silence. 

"Hi," Mary mumbled, blushing redder. "Uh, how was your drive?" 

"Good." Brandon began, "So..." He shifted his feet uncomfortably and looked down. 

Mary felt immense relief. At least I am not the only one who is nervous, she thought. Emboldened by this revelation, Mary stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm glad you are here," she whispered. 

Elated, Brandon drew her into a tight embrace; her body pressed firmly against his, her face nuzzled against his shoulder. She fit so perfectly into his arms, he never wanted to let go. The feel of her breasts against his chest, her head on his shoulder, and her arms around his body...it was all too much. "I love you so much baby," he murmured kissing her soft red hair. 

"I love you, too," she replied with tears threatening to well up in her eyes. She blinked furiously with her head still pressed against his body so he wouldn't see the water glistening in her blue eyes. He tipped her chin up with his hand and lowered his lips to hers. His mouth was tentative and soft on hers and it was setting her body on fire. Mary felt an insistent tingling sensation between her legs as her pulse quickened. Her mouth became eager and desperate as she deepened their kiss, their tongues dancing in each other's mouths. 

Minutes later, Mary unwillingly disengaged, with an almost pouting expression on her face. "We should go inside." Brandon chuckled and nodded. Mary took a deep breath and prepared herself to introduce her boyfriend to her family. 

*** 

"Thank God, that's over," Mary mumbled as she and Brandon finally left her house two hours later. She got into Brandon's car and instantly began getting excited again. 

"Did your family like me?" Brandon asked hesitantly. 

"I think so. You would know if they didn't like you," she laughed. 

"Well good." Brandon smiled and his eyes twinkled. Mary felt that insistent tingling once again. "What is the plan for today?" 

"I was thinking we could have a picnic," Mary began, "and then maybe see a movie or something." 

"Well, that explains the blanket and basket you had me pack in the trunk." 

"Umm, yea," Mary mumbled. Geez, this is so weird. After all that we have told each other for the last several months...we can't do better than small talk in person? Mary was uncertain of how to make this awkwardness disappear, so she merely directed him on how to get to the picnic location she had in mind. It was a gorgeous, secluded field with beautiful flowers in bloom - very secluded and hard to reach; she was hoping that the privacy would be useful. Though she was anxious about being alone with Brandon, she knew she loved him with all of her soul. 

Once they arrived at the field, Brandon looked around in awe. "Wow," he murmured, "This is out of a dream, isn't it?" 

"Yea," Mary replied, "it is our own private paradise." Brandon began setting out the blanket while Mary poured drinks into the plastic cups she had packed. She sat down demurely on the blanket, her short dress resting high on her thighs. Brandon's gaze rested on her legs with a hungry look to his eyes. "Hungry?" she asked him sweetly. 

"Mm, yeah...umm yes, thank you," Brandon stumbled. They ate in silence for a few moments and began small talk about their friends and lives. 

Slowly the awkwardness subsided and a subtle tension crept up on them. Mary slowly bit into a strawberry, the juice moistening her lips. Brandon could not tear his eyes away from her mouth, he felt his breath quicken and desire began pooling in the pit of stomach. Mary intentionally licked her lips and Brandon felt a stirring in his pants. 

He moved closer to her and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her greedily. Mary felt her heart pounding in her chest and her whole body tensed with anticipation. She returned his kiss with an intensity that set her own pulse racing, and she noticed the moisture between her legs. His lips traveled from her mouth to her neck and she cried out with surprise and pleasure. Brandon nibbled on her earlobe and she moaned. Oh my, this is bliss! 

She felt his hands roaming all over her body; first caressing her hair and face, and then slowly traveling to her breasts and continuing lower. He ran his fingertips up her legs and thighs, and she gasped. She was so wet with desire already, and they hadn't done much more than kiss. He continued kissing down her neck and shoulders while his fingertips trailed up and down her thighs, getting higher each time. He kissed the valley of her breasts and her breathe hitched in her throat. 

Brandon reached around and unzipped Mary's dress and helped her slide out of it. He stared down with admiration at Mary's beautiful form. She tried to hide her body with her arms, and he shook his head. "You are so beautiful," he told her. 

"Thank you," she said shyly. 

"Mine, all mine," he whispered. 

Mary smiled and reached over to tug off Brandon's shirt; his muscular body displayed in person did not do his photos justice. She felt an instant desire to run her tongue and lips across his abs. "Mine," she declared lustily. Despite her sudden excitement, she still hesitated before running her hands down his bare chest to his belt. She slowly unfastened his belt buckle and swallowed hard before unbuttoning his pants. 

Brandon saw Mary become tense and said, "Look at me, baby." She slowly raised her eyes to meet his. Once he had caught her in his longing eyes, "I love you more than anything." Mary felt her fears melt away and she leaned over to kiss him; a tender, sweet kiss that slowly intensified to an urgent kiss that made her already damp panties wetter. 

As they kissed, Mary slowly unzipped his pants and Brandon slid them down his legs, all while maintaining their kiss. They remained like that for a while, kissing slowly and deeply while she sat there in her bra and panties with him pressed against her in nothing but boxers. She loved the feeling of his skin against hers. He laid her down on the blanket, resting on his side, his body cradling her. He ran his hands slowly up and down her body, starting at her hips and traveling to her neck. He slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders and pressed his lips into her shoulders traveling slowly down her chest. She reached back and unfastened her bra and pulled it off, revealing her smooth breasts, nipples hard with desire. 

Brandon felt his cock harden and he was unable to suppress a groan. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and slowly kissed his way to her nipples; his tongue flicked across the first erect nipple and Mary whimpered. His other hand slowly teased her other breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers. The feel of his mouth suckling her nipple while his fingers tweaked the other heightened the growing need between her thighs. "Touch me," she whimpered, "Please, baby just touch me." 

Brandon's other hand slowly traveled up Mary's thigh as he shifted his mouth to her other breast. He slowly traced the cleft between her legs through her wet panties, and he swallowed down the lust in his throat. "You are so wet already, baby," he whispered. Mary could only pant in response and looked up at him with a pleading hunger. 

Brandon could see that she was desperate for him to touch her, but he wanted to tease her. He pressed his finger into her cleft, feeling her hardened clit through the soft material of her panties. He began to nibble at her breasts, sucking them harder into his mouth while she arched her body trying to get him to move his fingers against her clit. Her breathing grew ragged and she finally cried out, "Now damnit, don't make me beg!" 

He slid his finger under the band of her panties and found her wet beyond belief. His fingers began slowly, softly caressing her pussy but never touching her clit. He pulled her panties off and spread her legs wider, but continued his slow tracing of her aroused labia. Mary couldn't take it anymore, she reached down and grabbed his head and crushed her mouth to his in a frantic kiss; her body molten with desire, she gripped him against her. 

Mary's furious assault on his lips caused Brandon's resolve to melt away. He quickly slid his fingers to her awaiting clit and firmly pressed, trailing his fingers slowly across its surface. Mary gasped in his mouth and broke the kiss, "Don't stop!!" Brandon increased his tempo and Mary felt an urgent building between her legs. She cried out with her first orgasm, her pelvis arching to his fingers. She kissed him gently after, her breathing heavy and a crimson blush showing on her cheeks. Oh my God, she thought, I can't believe that just happened. She ducked her head trying to hide her face, feeling somewhat embarrassed. 

"Oh, Mary...you are so sexy," Brandon whispered. He shifted position and settled between her thighs. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her breasts...and then lower. She gasped as his tongue flicked across her belly button as she felt an unexpected throbbing sensation between her legs. His mouth traveled further, kissing and nibbling along her pelvic bone and then lowering to her thighs. He kissed the juncture where her thighs met her pussy and she thought she was going to explode. 

"Ungh," she groaned. Brandon smiled and brought his lips to her pussy; he blew a soft breath of air and she whimpered. Suddenly, Mary felt his tongue against her swollen clit and she moaned. His tongue flicked rapidly and Mary felt a building intensity in her core. She cried out loudly as she felt his tongue enter her pussy, and she grabbed his head to try to push his tongue further inside. "Oh, fuck that feels good!" she exclaimed. She felt her body move towards her second orgasm. She cried out in ecstasy, and Brandon could feel her body quivering beneath him. 

Suddenly, Mary shifted and pushed Brandon down against the blanket. Brandon's eyes widened with surprise as she tore his boxers off and wrapped her lips around his erection. Mary was beyond being shy at this point. Brandon's slow tormenting and teasing of her body had left her frantic and wanting; she needed control and seized it. 

Brandon lay back, desperately hoping she would continue. She slowly flicked her tongue across the head of his cock, while maintaining eye contact. Her boldness shocked Brandon, but had him so hard that he felt like he was going to die if he couldn't find release soon. 

She ran her tongue down his shaft, and then slowly moved back up. She encircled him with her lips and swirled her tongue around the tip. She slowly slid her mouth down, and Brandon felt her hot, wet lips moving lower down his shaft. He closed his eyes and groaned as she continued sucking him. She bobbed her head faster and began sucking harder. She was rewarded by hearing him moan, "Oh fuck, Mary...that feels amazing." 

Mary was feeling very powerful and incredibly aroused; when suddenly, she found herself on her back once more, his body between her thighs. His cock was hard and aching; he pressed firmly against her engorged clit and teased her. She whimpered and arched her body so that his cock was pressing against her tight hole. She met his eyes with a lusty look and said, "Make love to me." 

With a swift motion, he thrust into her; filling her completely. "Oh!" she gasped in pleasure as he began a slow, tortuous rhythm. They kissed deeply as he increased his tempo, and Mary felt her body begin to quake. He broke off the kiss and began nibbling on her neck as he thrust harder into her. He pulled out completely and would tease her, and then suddenly slam himself fully inside her once more. Mary began screaming with pleasure as she felt her body build to yet another orgasm. 

Brandon took a ragged breath in and tried to still his pulsing cock. He had waited so long for this moment and he was not ready to allow his body the release it was aching for. "Look at me, my love," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He began thrusting again, slowly, allowing Mary to savor every inch of him as their eyes remained locked in an intense gaze. 

Mary felt Brandon's cock throbbing inside her; she couldn't unlock her eyes from his admiring gaze...and she didn't want to. She felt something inside her quicken; her brows furrowed but still she couldn't look away. "Brandon!!" She gasped loudly. 

"That's right baby...cum for me." He whispered breathlessly as he began thrusting into her harder. 

Mary's pussy clenched Brandon's cock as she found her release. Brandon admired her face as she climaxed, silently thanking the universe for granting him the love of such a beautiful lady. Then she bit her lip and let out a sexy growl and he about came right then. 

Brandon's answering moan made Mary's pussy tighten again. "Fuck me now! I want to feel you deep inside me!" 

Brandon grabbed Mary's legs and lifted them into the air, pressing them back towards her body and immediately began a punishing rhythm; his cock slamming in and out of her relentlessly. Mary grabbed onto her thighs to hold her legs back. This position made her pussy tighten even more around his girth and she knew she was going to cum again soon. Her whole body began to tremble and she cried out, "I LOVE YOU!" 

Brandon felt her pussy spasm as she climaxed and he could hold back no longer. He felt his cock pulse as he finally found his euphoric release inside her; flooding her pussy with his cum. They found bliss together; sweet, sweaty, sticky bliss. Their bodies were both trembling when he lowered himself to her side once more, pulled her close and kissed her tenderly. 

"I love you so much, Mary," he whispered, "Be mine forever?" 

"Of course, Brandon," she replied breathlessly. She opened her eyes as she felt him move from her embrace. She sat up to see what had happened to find him naked, on one knee holding a small box. She moved closer and realized that box contained a sparkling diamond ring... 

The End (for now)



First Confession



Editing thanks goes to Irish_Indian.
This story is for my wonderful husband, Mark and his erotic mind. I will make sure he discovers I have written this and he will realize it is my way of giving him what he enjoys, my naughty talk.



I often think back on the spark that started this consuming erotic fire between my husband and I. Even now, as a man that is not my husband furiously grasps at my ass cheeks, thrusting in and out of me, I can't help but let my mind flow with memories of all that I have done to him, for him. My husband, Mark, and I had both been in previous marriages that ended not unlike so many others. Adrift for some time, we finally met and fell in love with each other. Our sex life was good...well, I thought it was great at the time, but now I know what 'great' is. Before Mark, I had been with thirteen other men, including my first husband. Mark, at the time, was on par for what I wanted in a man physically. He was, and still is, very attractive for his age. He makes an effort to be healthy and eat well. 

Beyond the physical though, Mark and I struck platinum with each other mentally. It wasn't long into the beginning of our relationship that we began to open up to each other and take chances. After Mark admitted he enjoyed erotica and porn, I admitted enjoying those as well. We did not go far beyond the admittance, though, but we developed a quiet respect for each other in those regards. I assured him that I wasn't the kind of wife who cared that he was indulging himself in that way. 

About six months after we started dating we got engaged and married eight months after that. The honeymoon was wonderful, but once we were home and settled in, things became routine and sex started to take a back seat. Generally because we were both tired from work. There were evenings, though, I would come home from work later than Mark and he would be very erotic with me, often asking me to wear sexy clothes and taking his time with pleasing me. I began to get curious as to what might be turning him on before I got home from work. I suspected it was porn.

I was not off key by much and while he was away at one point, I started up his computer and checked the history. He had made no effort to hide anything from me. I suspected he was trying to make his actions as blatant and clear to me as he could. He was reading erotica on this very site! He was either covering up what he read from other categories or he was actually only reading from one category. I checked his bookmarked list and found a large list of stories he had marked as favorites and those, too, were all from one category.

I knew it would be some time before he got home so I decided to indulge in those stories myself. I didn't know what to think as I skimmed over several of the stories in his history list. Apparently, Mark was getting turned on by stories of wives who indulged in a myriad of naughty situations with other men, often with their husbands involved. Was this what Mark fantasized about when we had sex? I had to know. I read several of the stories in depth and skimmed several others before I shut the computer down. When Mark got home, I was wearing knee high socks and a t-shirt while I lay on the bed and seductively lured him to me when he came into our room.

After I stripped his clothes I straddled him on the bed without letting him enter me. I pressed his soft cock between my pussy lips and placed my hands on his chest as I leaned down and kissed his neck and lips gently. I could tell Mark suspected I was more aroused than usual, but his only response was to let out a moan as I felt his cock quickly hardening against my pussy lips. I wanted to talk to him about what I had discovered, but I knew he wanted me to discover those stories. He was trying to tell me something without actually telling me. In telling me flat out, I imagined it would have lost some of its present appeal. 

Our love making that night was longer and more heated than usual. It aroused me to think about Mark sharing me with other men. I imagined pleasurably struggling to please Mark and one of his friends, to drain them both. Before I realized it, though, I was fantasizing about other men fucking me, but not draining me, and coming home to have Mark fuck me even more. My orgasms were a lot more intense than usual that night and I knew something had been communicated between the two of us that was growing our relationship. I kept my mouth shut, though.

Over the next few weeks, I read a lot of stories from the Loving Wives category. If this is what Mark fantasized about, then I was becoming more than happy to play my role in fulfilling those fantasies for him. To ease us into it further, I started to role play things with him, but not anything from what might fall into the Loving Wives category. We did simple things, like role play I was the babysitter or the maid or other things that seemed to be more sex fluff than intense fire starters. 

Our first role-play in this category started at an Italian restaurant one night. I openly, lightly, flirted with our sexy male server and after he was away getting our drinks I made some comments to Mark about how much fun it might be to fuck him. I was afraid I had been a little to blunt with my actions and words, maybe I had moved to fast, but Mark asked me if this was the start of one of our role-plays and I nodded 'yes' to him with a smile. This was when I first noticed Mark make an effort not to interfere with my actions. He leaned away from me and even scooted a little deeper into the booth before the server returned. Once the server returned with our drinks, I felt a small kick under the table from Mark. Maybe I wasn't being aggressive enough? I didn't know, but I was going to find out.

The server was only in his early twenties, but I made some comments about how sexy he was and about how lucky the girls are that get to rub their bodies up against him. It made me giggle to see him turn red as he stammered away. Mark, though, was lit up with growing excitement and he let me know how turned on my actions were making him. I kept things heated whenever the server came to tend us and Mark began to fidget on his side of the booth. I knew he was near exploding with desire for me so I sucked on him some on the drive home, but I didn't let him cum. 

Once we got home, Mark stripped my clothes off of me as soon as the front door closed and carried me to the bedroom where he tossed me onto the bed and stripped down before attacking me in a lustful animalistic drive to drain his seed into me. I admit, Mark, that during that whole wonderful fucking you gave me I fantasized about fucking that server. I know you know I was, too. I did it for you, for me and mainly for us. After that night, I knew I wanted more and I knew Mark wanted more. I decided to go a little further and I started to tell Mark about guys flirting with me and I would tease him that he didn't always know where I was or what I was doing. It made him nervous, but I knew he knew he could trust me and that excited me even more, feeling that level of devotion from my husband and feeling my own level of devotion towards pleasing him. 

This is an area couples just do not talk about. I had never considered there were so many men, and women I have discovered, that can take what generally makes others jealous and turn it into a level of arousal I had never dreamed possible. Mark and I began to talk about, joke about and role-play us having another man in our bedroom. Sometimes, though, Mark seemed more in the mood for me to make up a story we would role-play about how I devised this big elaborate scheme to cheat on him and then tell him all about how I got fucked so good by another man while he fucked me. 

Well, Mark, here is your first experience with me doing just that.

Remember that girls' night out I went on back in August? Well, they all cancelled on me, but I went out anyway, alone. I went downtown to the district area, where the fancy clubs and bars are. I didn't know if I could do it, but I had to at least try. I am not going to break down and plead with you to forgive me, because that is a turn off and I did this for you, but don't think I did not enjoy myself, because I so very much loved every second he was fucking me!

I strolled into the sports bar and sat up at the bar area. The server was not as attractive as I'd hoped, but once I glanced the place over I noticed several attractive men making sure I caught them staring. Some of them I smiled at, some I just glanced away. Oh, what a thrill it was to just be in there hoping some guy would want to just use me and let me go home to you! My heart was racing and pounding so hard that I went ahead and took a couple of shots of hard liquor to get myself under control. Two shots was plenty, we both know how rare it is I drink. 

A few different guys made attempts to peak my interest in their own chosen ways, but I seemed drawn to a long brown haired guy sitting off near one of the corners observing the place. I had caught him looking at me, but I had also realized he was looking at everyone and that made me curious. I waited a while before going over to him, to make sure he was not with a woman already. Once I got the nerve up, I strolled over to his table and asked if he would like some company. He pulled his feet out of the chair across from him and, with a big smile, said, "You are welcome to join me." He introduced himself as Tristan and I gave him a fake name. Where do you think it went from there Mark? Exactly!

We talked some and I asked him if I could feel his hair as I moved to the chair next to him and ran my fingers through his hair before he could even answer me. He was clean and well muscled. I leaned in and inhaled the cologne he wore. It smelled wonderful mixed with his natural scent. As I leaned away from him I ran my hand along his leg. He seemed to like my aggressive side. Remember what I was wearing that night, Mark? That long summer dress with my white sandals? Oh, yes, guess what, Mark...I wasn't wearing any panties under my dress that night. I did that so I could tell someone else.

And tell him I did! 

"Tristan," I said, "I am not wearing any panties." I whispered in his ear as I nibbled on it.

I almost lost him, though. He leaned away from me and let me know this was way too fast for him. He wasn't the kind of guy who just slept with women that were so aggressive in a sports bar. I started to pull back, not knowing what to do. At least, I realized, I had a guy that was seriously not trying to rush into my pants, but I was unsure how to hook him in for the night.

I explained to him, "Tristan, I am married and doing this for my husband. He is really into me being naughty, but this is my first time ever trying this."

Tristan, fortunately, wasn't surprised, "Ahh, I have a friend that is like your husband, but his wife wrecked things in their marriage. She got selfish."

I backed off, Mark. I didn't want to do anything that would be considered 'selfish'. I asked Tristan to explain.

"My friend said there was a difference between filling up your marriage with arousing scenarios and outright deceit. His x-wife crossed the line and made it something she didn't share with him, more something she hide from him and it destroyed their marriage."

My arousal level crept down some, but I realized that guy's wife didn't love him like I do you, Mark. I explained to Tristan that I would be happy to find another guy for this, but that he was attractive and it meant something to me that he hadn't just jumped on me like most of the guys in the bar would have. Just when I thought I had lost him to my cause, he reached over and slid his hand under my dress. I leaned towards him and paused, looking into his eyes. He was suddenly just a toy to me, just a means to an end, a means to a level of pleasure I wanted to share and experience with you Mark.

I kissed him gently on his soft lips. I put my hand on his thigh. He ran his hand up my arm. I shivered. I felt tingles erupt between my legs. Pulling back I checked the time on the clock hanging on the wall nearby. "Well, Tristan, if you are up for this, I have two hours left before I am expected home. 

"

That was all he needed to hear and we were exiting the sports bar. He walked me to my car and told me, "Follow me to my place. If you feel the need to back out, just drive away before we get there. I won't ever bother you if I see you again."

Oh, this guy was good. I slid my hand over his crotch, but to my dismay he wasn't hard yet. I gave him a small pout and frown, he leaned and kissed me gently, "It takes a little more than that to get me started." I got in my car and once he pulled near me, I proceeded to follow him to his house, which I soon discovered was an apartment. We parked and I took his hand and followed him to his upstairs apartment like a giddy school girl. I was anxious to feel his hands on me. As soon as we got in the door, he tossed his keys on a table and took me in his arms. His lips attacked mine and were soon on my neck and shoulders as his hands slid up my dress to caress my thighs and squeeze my ass. At that moment, I was so glad I spent time working out and eating healthy with you! Tristan kept commenting how sexy I was, how I good felt. The flesh of his hands kneading my ass cheeks made me yearn.

He avoided my pussy for a while, just caressing me, smelling me and kissing on me. I began to undo his belt and pants, anxious to get to his cock. I felt a hunger unlike anything I had ever experienced, Mark! I kept thinking about you at home sitting in your recliner, reading a book, oblivious to what your beloved wife was doing to you. Yes, Mark, I did this 'to you'! So when you discover my confession, you will take me with such a desire you can't hold back! After you finish reading this, Mark, Baby, I don't want you to restrain. Take me any way you want!

Just as I was deeply thinking about what I was doing to you, Mark, you texted me to call you. Tristan pulled his lips from my neck and I realized I was breathing way to hard to call you, so I sat down for a few minutes to relax. I couldn't relax though, Mark! As I prepared to call you I pulled Tristan to stand near me as I sat on the couch and dialed you. As you answered and so lovingly asked me how my night was going, I was taking out Tristan's cock. "Oh, sorry, Baby," I said, "I have been dancing with Tiff, I'm a lil out of breath. She went to get us some more drinks while I went to the bathroom to call you." 

Remember when you asked if I was having a good time? Right as you asked, I slid my tongue from my mouth and licked the head of Tristan's cock. Remember that pause before I answered you? I couldn't restrain myself and I took his cock into my mouth so I could feel it harden between my lips. "Oh yes, Baby, I am having a wonderful time! I hope you don't mind if I do this more often? I am having a great time!" I started to lick his shaft.

Remember how you encouraged me to stay as long as I was having a good time? Remember you said, "I am glad to hear it, Baby. You are always free to have all the fun you want." I reached around to Tristan's ass and pulled him to me so I could press his cock to the back of my throat. I remember holding him there as I listened to you rustling around in the kitchen. Oh, it was such a turn on knowing how much you are going to love this story about what I did to you. I wanted to tell you then and there what I was doing and set the phone down so you could listen, but I knew we were not ready for that. "Mark, I am ready to get out of this bathroom, but it is really loud out there, I will talk to you when I get home, ok, Baby?" 

Oh, you hung up the phone with such a sweet and loving goodbye, encouraging me to have a good time and just call if I was going to be later than expected. As soon as the phone hung up, Mark, I dropped it on the carpet and sucked Tristan's cock into my mouth with a lustful vengeance. How dare you put me into such an erotic situation, Mark! Oh, I couldn't stop thinking about what I was doing, what you were doing, how oblivious you were! 

Tristan started to rock his hips and fuck my face. I finished pulling my dress off and got to my knees. I paused sucking on Tristan and leaned back so he could see I was playing with my pussy as I sucked on his cock. He leaned down and released my breasts from the confines of my bra. It sent piercing erotic shocks through my body when he reached down and fondled my breasts and pinched my nipples. His hands felt so good in my hair. I heard it start to rain outside and I thought about how much you like the rain, Mark. How much 'we' like the rain. 

I sat Tristan down on the couch and I put my feet to the cushions on either side of him and I stood up on the couch, my aching wet pussy lined up to his mouth. He took my ass in his hands and pulled me to his tongue and lips as he began to indulge in your pussy, Mark. Your pussy, Mark, was being savored by the tongue and lips of another man. His hand kneaded at my ass and it felt so fucking wonderful! I felt my juices start to trickle down my inner thighs. I couldn't take it any longer and I bent my knees, squatting over Tristan's pulsing cock. He was so tender, Mark, he said to me, "Are you sure?" 

I looked him in the eye as I reached down and grasped his beautiful cock in my hand. I started to rub him on my pussy lips, to tease myself as I closed my eyes and thought about what I was doing. I thought about you at home waiting on me and I knew I could get a shower in before bed without you suspecting. I knew you wouldn't know. Oh, I thought so much and so hard about our future. I focused on how much I love you, Mark.

That was it, that was the moment, when I thought about how much I love you that I lost it and pressed my hips down, squatting onto Tristan's cock. He slightly raised his hips some as he entered me, telling me how hot my pussy felt. I lulled my head back, my eyes lost focus. Tristan ran his hands up my back, through my hair, over my breasts and kissed my neck and chest. He started to suck my nipples, too, Mark, you know how I love that!

I pushed his hands down my back and he grasped my ass cheeks and spread them apart tightly as I gently bounced up and down on him. It didn't take long, Mark. It didn't take long at all, before I experienced that first lustful, naughty orgasm slam into me. I let out a cry and thrust my hips down into Tristan's lap as I lost control, my hips spasming on his cock as he held onto my ass. Those kisses he was gently placing on my chest as I arched my back away from him felt so fucking good!

Oh, Mark...it was one of the best orgasms I have ever had and it kept going and going! It seemed the more I thought about what I was doing to you, Mark, the longer the orgasm lasted. As it subsided, I leaned up and started kissing Tristan's neck and telling him how good he felt. I just rocked my hips on him for a while, savoring how wonderful his cock felt in me. Once he realized I had recovered he stood up and bent me over. Oh, you have no idea how badly I wanted him to take me in that position! I bent over the couch, my ass up in the air, my stomach dropped some, my shoulders down. Tristan told me how sexy my 'fucking ass' is just as he started to slap it. The stinging from his hand felt so good. He stepped back for a moment as he started to spank me.

"You fucking whore, cheating on your husband! Feels good, doesn't it!" and he would smack my ass real hard. "You like being naughty, your man likes you being naughty! Naughty girls need punished, though!" Smack!

Oh, I began to rock from foot to foot, pleading with him to fuck me some more and he did, Mark, he did! Tristan lined up with my ass and slid his cock into my craving pussy and started fucking and fucking me. I got so light headed from his wonderful fucking that I could barely hold myself up! He knew what I wanted and he just kept fucking me. He gave me such a long fucking, Mark, such a long wonderful fucking! I barely had to reach down and brush my clit and my pussy contracted on his cock in an orgasm that sent me dropping to my knees and elbows on the couch. It was so intense, Mark. I could barely fuck his cock and he knew it, he made up for my weakness by hanging onto my hips and fucking me through my orgasm. 




First Confession



If this had happened in a dream then it's possible your narrator may never have woken up at all.

If she had awoken, it would likely have been with an almighty gasp, her thin lips parted in one single oval breath of ecstasy as for not the first time she felt the true power of the gentle touch of her fingers over her moist clitoris, the shower spraying over her tender nipples and running down off her slim body into where her hands gently massaged those erogenous zones the power of which she had only fairly recently begun to discover. 

Her long black hair fell forward in several tangled knots and dripped over her shivering body amid her deep gasps - haaauuuammmhh-mmmummmnnnaahh - as she grabbed her left breast tight and moved her fingers delicately in synch with the building contractions of her vagina. Her thighs quivered; her back arched, her shivering body squirmed as she lightly rubbed the tip of her clitoris. 

There was no escaping the reality of it this time - she was thinking as she had never dared allow herself to think before.

Usually this process was routine and took only several minutes. She had preventative measures in place within the various transportation faculties of her fantasies: guilt erected a certain high-rise mosaic - a skyscraper-screen of cognitive toll-roads and no-fly zones. 

This made living with reality of her necessity less burdeonsome, even if her clitoris ached agonizingly for a more explorative imagination. Even if it was in church when she was most aroused, imagining tongue-fucking the innocent plain-faced girl next to her under her pleated Sunday skirt ... with the barriers, she could push these thoughts out from her mind and resist.

But it was her nineteenth birthday, and she figured: why the fuck not? For most girls, of course, this was supposed to be the sort of wild, crazy moment in their lives when they were losing their innocence and inexperience to a guy some place shady and strangely frightening but perverse.

Instead, Morgan had spent the whole day as she would spend it tomorrow - at work, to a party of guests, many of whom were various friends of the family around 20 years her senior. Now I will be as saline as the ocean, as the cum that I feel squishing around up there on my g-spot, she thought. Now I will let myself be defiled like an animal, even if it is just me here alone, I'll be fucking sordid for the first time in my life ...

Suddenly the usual voices of hesitation and fear and uncertainty were erased by a giant jumbo-jet, packed to the brim with fuel and passengers and cargo, thundering full-speed through the no-fly-zones of her right hemisphere and into one of the great skyscraper structures that guarded the left. 

The collision was inevitable: most of the petrol was already quickly burning up the wing-tips in a midnight bonfire. Instead of the usual process of delivering herself a quick half-orgasm, her whole body and mind resisted and stalled up. 

Instead of feeling vaguely relieving, her vaginal lips felt like an inferno into unchartered tropical territory, a deathly hot and tingling climate. It was as if there was something working within her and through her, she thought - an immaculate orgasm, if not so much conception.

There, alone in her vast marble en-suite bathroom with the open-plan shower pummeling her fragile body with almighty aqua-jets of warm water behind the locked door, all her fantasies lunged towards the front of her mind at once, a vulgar and yet intensely stimulating cavalcade of mini-hallucinations.

As she pushed her vagina back towards the water jet behind her in a firmer, grinding motion, she imagined him taking her and thrusting his fingers deep into her wetness. 

He was tall, stronger than her, his muscles able to control her every movement. She didn't see his face, but she knew it was beautiful. And she could feel his breath gently on her neck, his mouth moving further down to her nipples, sucking them. The tugging on her nipples increased the tingling in her vagina, prolonging the venereal pain that surges up when you force the body towards orgasm before it's adequately prepared.

She grabbed her right breast tightly as she thought about the immenseness of his physical force, the image of his hands violating her every sexual organ, every soaking wet orifice of her body, as clear and lucid as if the 20 year-old boy was in fact raping her hard and fast and carelessly here in the privacy and security of the giant mansion she was guarded in night-after-night. Just a year older than her, but so, so much stronger ...

And now he was about to pump her in every tender, private part of her body she half-believed should be kept sacred for the sanctity of marriage. But there was nowhere to escape here. The door was locked; the windows opened out into the warm summer evening over a twenty-meter plunge onto the gravel driveway. Her parents would never hear her scream. It irked her considerably: was she screaming out of pleasure or fear? It felt like gluttony, but a good, God-fearing gluttony ... a metastasis of body and mind in the prism where the overcast mid-afternoon of perjury meets heaven's bright city lights.

Either way, she was trapped inside this high-class whorehouse (for this in her mind is what she was now, a trapped, desperate-to-God-for-sex whore in her smeared eyeliner and ripped panty-hose and with nowhere to turn and nothing else to do but to go broke now and give in to the intensity of pleasure). In truth, she was trapped inside the uber-security her privileged life had condemned her to. She was trapped like an animal, being finger-fucked hard in her tight, soft pussy against her will, and it had never felt better than this before.

Or was it entirely against her will? For as she desperately conjured the image of his hard cock pressed against her ass, and then against her vagina, and then deep inside her as his fingers slid easily out of her lips, lubricated as never before, she thought she could feel the tip of his cock thrust hard against the g-spot of her vulva. 

As she moved her fingers deep into that same spot, that place at the top of the vagina that's soft and tender and erotic and itching to be rubbed, she moaned, softly, gently at first: "Fuck my pussy." 

And then as she allowed the fantasy of being violated by this high-school jock, this well-hung teenager who masturbated hard against his sheets five times a night (she was sure of it), she began to form clear words through her gasping and breathing and moaning. "Fu-u-c-k me ... with your hard cock ..."

As if in a sudden, luminous apparition, her Church-going friend materialized before her eyes. But this innocent girl was no longer the studious and shy and demure little angel who sat with her hands on her lap throughout Sunday service: rather, her white and blue cotton panties were soaked through with her vaginal juices, her nipples erect. 

This girl said nothing but instead put her fingers quickly down her panties as she knelt as if at the altar asking for salvation. Here, locked up with the boy who was pumping her with three fingers in her tight pussy however, the girl's salvation was in front of her. 

She began to moan again, picking up volume slowly with confidence. 

"...And rip my skirt off while you make me pee like a bitch all over my panties. Cum ... cum real fuckin' hard into my mouth and force me to swallow all your cum. I want your cum. I wanna taste it on your hot, itching aching pussy, I want her to taste it all over my ... cl-i-t now while I cum or I pee or ... wha-a-tever into her mouth."

She breathed deeply, the throbbing of her clit combined with the finger-fucking of her g-spot, where his cock was spraying his hot sperm all over the place, now so intense it felt as if her bladder would give out. Was she going to pee herself? 

She was going to squirt something, surely. Was this what le petit mort of great eighteenth-century French fiction was? Was this the feeling of dying or the feeling of being reborn? 

She couldn't tell ... but something thrilling as never before, something as fallacious as could ever be was going on down there. Pressing up against her little fingers, rubbing faster and faster now and soaked as if the boy's sticky cum had ejaculated in several splotches and ropes up her vagina and onto the tip of her clitoris which the other girl was ever too gently licking up. 

To look at her from a distance she was almost collapsed against the shower now, such was the surge of physical and mental energy throughout her adolescent body and adolescent mind. 

The aqua-jets pelted her naked body even harder as she turned up the pressure on the shower, and her tight pussy lips itched with a viciousness equal to the pulsating hard cock and the artful fingering of the boy of her dreams inside of her and all over her. She pushed her clitoris now against the water jets, barely able to breathe or speak. Hers was a psychological asphyxiation: a culmination of chemical events flying back and forth in an electric storm.

Finally, as her whole living, breathing soul caved into every perverse turn her powerful mind could exert over her more gentle alabaster body, she screamed, sung, shuddered: " I want ... YO-UR, ccuuuuuummmmm ..."

And then her knees softed and she collapsed against the cold marble floor, her entire being broken into and yet strangely, released as never before.

For whether what was happening to her felt like a real American death or just a little French death, a salvation of the mind or a burning of the soul, this here was a confession; made by herself and received by herself.



First Confession



I was thinking about you, Mark. Thinking about us. Tristan pulled me back up so he could get at me better and I had such a craving come over me, Mark, such a craving! I craved to experience him cumming inside me like you do, like you would be later that night. I started to meet his thrusts with my hips and begged him to cum in me. I looked back, over my shoulder at him and I could tell he was getting close. I pleaded with him to cum in me, Mark. His momentum sped up as he drove as deep as he could into me as I pressed my sweet ass onto him. He started to moan he was close and suddenly I felt heat erupt deep in my pussy as his cum surged into me. There was a pause at the end of his orgasm where I held him there, in me. He caressed my back for a time before he pulled out, his cum instantly running down my inner thighs and dripping onto the floor where I noticed my phone was laying.

I grabbed my phone and noticed the time, I was going to be a little late. Remember me calling you? I wasn't in the car waiting on the girls like I said. I was actually leaning back on Tristan's couch while he quietly licked his cum from my pussy. Once I hung the phone up, Tristan informed me, "I know a couple of other clean guys that would be happy to help you step things up with Mark."



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First Consequences



Catie was nervous. It had been a long day, her first day at her new job since she had moved buildings. It had been confusing - new building, new layout, new rules and expectations, new systems of organisation and unsurprisingly she had messed up on her first day. She had filed something wrong and messed up things for the boss. She had heard he was a bit of an ass and prone to bad tempered responses. She had filed something in the wrong place and messed up the order for the day. As a result she had been told to attend a meeting at Nick's office at the end of the day. It was now the end of the day and the butterflies filled her stomach. She really needed this job.

She stood up tall, straightened her skirt pulling it down a fraction, she straightened her shirt - aware that her tits stretched the material to breaking point. Her E cups were impressive and even more so in this shirt that gave her such amazing cleavage. She walked carefully down the corridor, smiling at her colleagues as they left for the night. They all looked at her sympathetically as they knew she was going to get her ass chewed off.

She knocked on the door hesitantly.

"Come in Catie." The voice was stern and commanding and she automatically walked into the office.

Nick was sat behind his desk. He wore an expensively tailored suit, pale shirt - open at the collar and sat staring at her with green cold eyes that seemed to see right to her core. She felt her pussy twitch as he stared at her; something about those eyes seemed to see everything about her.

"Sit down Catie. We need to discuss your first day's performance."

"I am really sorry Sir. I made a mistake - it won't happen again I promise. I just got confused with what was supposed to go where as it is a different system to my old job."

"Mistakes have consequences Catie."

Nick stood up and walked around the desk, looking down at her. He rested one hand on her shoulder. She felt his firm grip and felt her pussy betraying her again - she could feel it getting wet. His voice, his eyes, and the firmness of his hand on her shoulder she could feel herself responding to his authority.

"Yes Sir. I am sorry. I accept whatever consequences you think are appropriate."

That was as far as she dared push her luck. She didn't want to mess her job up but she wanted to know what he might do.

Nick looked down at her. He knew what she was. He had sensed it the minute she walked through the door. The way her eyes couldn't meet his, the tone of her voice, the way she followed what he told her to do almost instantly. It was time to take a risk. He walked over to the door and swiftly locked it. He walked back over and sat on the edge of his desk.

"Stand for me Catie."

She swiftly obeyed.

"Place your hands flat on the desk and bend over for me Catie."

He watched the look in Catie's eyes and recognised the lust. He knew what she wanted. He walked round behind her slowly and ran his hand over her thrust out backside. He lifted her skirt. Sliding it up her legs until it exposed her black and red lace thong. He used his feet to push her feet wider apart until she had to lean on her hands on the desk to keep her balance.

"For your mistake today you will be spanked twenty times. I expect you to count each strike. Make sure you do not miscount."

He raised his hand and brought it down on her ass hard. She squealed and shouted out the word 'One'. He smiled. She was his, that submissive side of her nature was so evidence in her mannerisms and he was looking forward to this. He continued to spank her ass as hard as he could as she counted every stroke. Nick was impressed that even though her ass was glowing and burning she still counted every impact.

He could smell her arousal. He could see the thong was soaked and he slowly traced his fingers over her glowing ass. He moved in close behind her. Even though he had finished spanking her she still hadn't moved from that position. He pressed his hard cock, throbbing inside the material of his suit trousers between the cheeks of her ass. He reached round and slid his hand up the material of her shirt. Gripping it between both hands at the neck he ripped it open exposing her tits in the red and black matching lace bra.

"Very nice Slut..."

His hand slid higher and slowly wrapped around her throat.

"You are mine slut... and you love it don't you!"

"Yes Sir... I am your slut... Please fuck me..."

Nick had one hand squeezing her throat gently to begin with whilst the other played with her tits. Cupping them and teasing the nipples. He pulled and manoeuvred them until they were exposed out the top of her bra.

"Please fuck your sluts pussy Sir. It needs your cock..."

Nick let go of her tits and reach down, undoing the zip on his pants he pulled out his cock. Pressing against her, keeping her bent over the desk as he pulled her thong to one side. He entered her roughly. Deep and filling her in one powerful stroke. She was that wet it was fairly easy - even given the delicious tightness of her cunt. She came instantly on his cock as he filled her so roughly.

With one hand around her throat pulling her back he fucked her. His thick cock stretching and drilling into her over and over, the slickness of her pussy coating her thighs as he hammered her into the desk repeatedly. His cock thrust deep inside her. Covered in her juices it slid in and out faster and deeper as she came repeatedly. Finally he buried his cock deep inside her and exploded. He pumped his cum deep inside her pussy until it overflowed. As he withdrew his cock it escaped and covered her thighs. He scooped it up and walked round in front of her and fed it to his slut who greedily ate it off his fingers.

He stood back to admire her. His slut to play with. He had so many plans.



First Contact



Delicate chimes alerted the young female to the impending drop.

Light flared around her as the small ship woke. Displays gave atmospheric information surrounding the drop zone. A live holographic representation of her site bloomed before her eyes. The Station had chosen a location ringed by tall flora, well away from any of the indigenous inhabitants but not too far away so that their impact could be inspected. She reached for the display. Everything was just so tall, she thought to herself. 

She smiled, still not believing she was here. Still not believing that she was chosen. Her heart raced in the silent confine of her ship. She knew that outside, in the Station, the crew would be boisterous. Calling to each other as they finished their final checks on each ship. Laughing and joking with one another as the ships were sanitized before launch. Years of research and planning had culminated into this moment. A very, very small part of her wished she could join in the celebrations but only a small part. Nothing could compare with what she was about to do.

"H'plita," Station intoned. Its voice was carefully modulated. "Optimal drop time in one minute. All of your vitals are perfectly within required parameters."

The young female grinned. "I'm ready, Station." She could barely keep herself contained. 

"Sun fall is in thirty minutes, local time. All equipment report operational status." There was a pause and the ship shifted. "All personnel are clear. Release in ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two-"

The final count was lost to H'plita. The universe roared around her.

Displays changed to mark her course. If she'd cared to look, she'd see exactly how much time was left until she touched down. She could see exactly where she'd be landing. She'd know wind speed, temperature, percentages of oxygen, argon, nitrogen and more.

If she cared to look.

H'plita screamed in pure joy. Her eyes locked to the main display. The planet below grew to fill the screen, edging out the surrounding stars and the edge of its solitary moon. The young woman gripped the webbing around her, kicking her feet as she entered the upper atmosphere. She laughed and shouted as the ship fell. Countless instruments gave information regarding solid fuel consumption as the ship made small adjustments to stay on course.

Station provided another countdown as her ship neared its landing zone. H'plita continued to ignore it until a sudden jerking motion pulled her tight against her restraints. The ship hovered and then gently lowered itself until it touched down. The temperature spiked around her ship as excess heat from the entry was shunted off into the surrounding atmosphere. She watched the gauges, grinning and hiding an occasional giggle behind a gloved hand. She nearly felt drunk with excitement but she knew she needed to calm down if she were to complete the mission.

"Station. Open, please." H'plita said.

Above and around her, the thick canopy cockpit split into three sections, unfolding into the ship. Numerous clicks filled the air as her restraints pulled away from her. She pulled her gloves off, tossing them into the floor below.

The world was utterly silent around her. Animals had fled at her approach. The air wavered around her ship as it cooled. H'plita pushed herself into a standing position and then closed her eyes to take in a deep breath. The air tasted sweeter than her own world. Clear. There was more moisture here than at home and she thought she could almost drink the air. Panels pulled away from the side of her ship, revealing rungs for her to climb down. 

The young woman wasted no time racing down the ladder. Although Station had adjusted its gravity to match the planet's gravity, she could still feel a difference. She'd spent nearly thirty years on her home world. Born and raised there until over 3 years ago. She felt like she could run and leap over the ridiculously tall trees the planet offered. It was to be expected. Unfettered by the harsher gravity of her home planet, this world grew everything taller and left her feeling like a leaf floating in the wind.

"H'plita," Station whispered in her ear. "Please do not forget your mission. You've left your equipment in the ship and I need to seal it behind you."

"Yes, Station," H'plita grinned. She climbed up to retrieve her backpack and then back down again. Station closed the ship's canopy as soon as she was on the ground. 

The sun lay low on the horizon, casting deep red along the horizon. H'plita's vertically slit eyes expanded to take in the light and she grinned at it. She couldn't help smiling at everything around her. The chance to be on ground was incredible. She'd gone through so much testing, psychological and physical in order to be where she was. Her strong flat teeth ground together as she remembered some of the harsher tests but the thoughts were quickly replaced by the tasks at hand. 

A lone, brave animal whistled at her nearby. "Station?" H'plita asked.

"A simple winged creature. It is of no threat."

The young woman nodded and continued her work, sampling the environment. She wore protective armor, not quite military grade but more than capable based on research. The primary intelligent species had not yet advanced enough in metallurgy to be a threat. Best guesses based on predictive models and analysis of the planet, they wouldn't even learn to mix basic metals for at least 5,000 years local time. 

The sun fell as she worked but Station flooded the area with her ship's lights. The few brave animals that had returned suddenly fled again. 

"Thirty-six minutes until mission end," Station whispered.

"I'll be done in ten," the young woman answered. She reached a four-fingered hand to pluck a nearly purple fruit from a squat tree.

"A gathering of the primary species is occurring 5.23 kilometers from here."

H'plita paused. "Did they see the landing?"

"Unlikely. The approach was calculated to prevent this from happening. It may be coincidence but I will continue to watch." An array of geosynchronous satellites kept watch over the entire planet. The eyes of Station.

Small bugs flocked to the ship's lights, casting tiny shadows as they hovered and danced around. It'd taken the biologists over a year to run tests on the various animals brought back by small probes. Tests designed to look for possible complications due to incompatibilities between their different species. Extrapolated results from the samples they had, knowing that there were billions of other animals unaccounted for. However, the planet was chosen because of how similar it was to her home world and the gene therapy required to bridge the biological differences was surprisingly minimal.

The young woman continued to work, gritting her flat teeth to resist the urge to swat at the biting insects. Half of the mission was collecting an array of samples for the other scientists onboard Station. The other half would be H'plita herself. She'd be subjected to an enormous amount of testing when she returned. Actual contact with the primary species was decades away but they needed to know what effect standing on the planet would have for her people. She was part of the very first group and would likely be in the second group a year from now.

Finally, H'plita stood, her full pack barely weighing her down in the local gravity. "I'm done, Station. Open up." She approached her ship, waiting patiently as sensors scanned over her, picking up her genetic markers as keys for entry. When the cockpit sealed, it closed the ship off completely. Her earpiece was similar coded only for her and allowed the ship to bypass standard security checks to relay information. But, due to the nature of the mission, everything else was locked down tightly. No compromises allowed.

The canopy unfolded and H'plita carefully placed her pack into the proper place. Once finished, she lowered herself back down to the ground. "How much longer until I'm required to leave, Station?"

"Twenty-four minutes, forty-three seconds," the voice answered. "However, I highly recommend leaving now. The primary species is moving. Their intentions are unclear but it does not fit recent patterns."

The woman frowned. "Are they coming this way?"

"No," Station replied. "They're moving east and spreading out. They have smaller tame animals with them. They're looking for something or someone but not in our direction. Still, precaution is wise. All ships with the exception of yours and Sh'sel have returned."

H'plita looked around, her eyes dilating as she stared away into the darkness. She'd kept herself within the defined area but with less than thirty minutes left, she felt the urge to explore again. Even though she was in the first group to touch down, there was always the chance they may not let her come down again. Full contact with the primary species may not even happen while she was still alive. It took a huge amount of time to run the simulations required to fully map out the psychological responses from the various separate tribes as well as the long term impact of contact. Her people were in no hurry and would get no second chances if something went wrong. 

"I'll just be a moment, Station," H'plita said. The canopy hissed shut behind her as she turned away. She closed her eyes, calling a mental image of the localized map. They'd followed their own planet's rules, setting east as the direction in which the sun came over the horizon in the morning and west as the direction it set. Water surrounded her designated area on three sides but the sea was far in the distance. Mountains and rivers lined the horizon to the west.

She walked through the trees for a distance, her short strides purposeful. She knew there would be a large river once she was past the trees but-

Fine hairs stood along her back and shoulders. Subtle differences in pressure and the quality of noises signaled a change in her environment. A change her body didn't like. H'plita paused, turning her head slowly to try to catch whatever sounds she could with her delicate ears. She reflexively sniffed at the air before mentally chastising herself. Her long nose lay nearly flat on her face, nostril flaps flaring several times before lying still, sealing her nose completely. Of course you won't smell anything. This isn't even your world. And you're not some-

"H'plita," hissed Station in her ear. "Ship sensors are picking up a large, previously unidentified life form less than 8 meters to your left. The signal and life signs are faint and it is nearly impossible to keep a lock on it, even though it's not moving. We've never seen anything like it and its effect on our equipment is troubling. I fully recommend-"

Station's words faded away.

Eyes.

Eyes watching her through the trees. The planet's moon shined off of them and they were nearly luminescent in the silvery light. She'd heard nothing of its approach even though loose sticks from the trees lined the ground.

Heart hammering in her chest, H'plita froze. She remembered her training. The briefings. The gravity of her home world was nearly 70% higher than this planet. Studies based on scans from the primary species showed that her kind were faster and stronger due to this difference. Only a few recorded species of animal life were faster and none of them were in her area. But, Station wasn't aware of whatever this thing was and that was terrifying.

H'plita stepped carefully backward, her eyes not moving. The other creature blinked but didn't move. She couldn't make out its shape. The moon provided strong light but the trees hid everything in shadows. Her gray eyes dilated further, pulling in as much light as they could. She could see a vague brutish outline and knew even from that that it was huge. She took another careful step back.

The creature stood. H'plita thought it was already large until it unfolded. It had to be over 2 meters tall. Over half a meter taller than she was. The young woman swallowed. The chill from her neck and shoulders washed over her bare scalp. 

She turned and ran. The response from the animal was immediate; it crashed through the trees behind her. Her armor should protect her but her head was bare. If she was caught, she'd most likely die. It was clearly a predator. H'plita fumbled with a small part of her leg armor until a small black box came free in her hand. The little device hummed with energy. She looked back to judge the distance.

It was already there and it was a nightmare. Long arms reached for her and, with a shriek, H'plita twisted, throwing the small device. Light flared as the small black box struck the animal in its midsection. A part of her, the peaceful, civilized part of her, hoped it wouldn't hurt the animal too bad. A smaller voice from thousands of years before her civilization started down the path towards non-aggression fervently wished it would die. 

The animal didn't even slow as its claws swiped through H'plita's upper arm. Sparks showered the night air as the armor's hardened alloy tore. She felt pain lance through her arm and up her neck but was thankful that it was no worse. The blow caused her to stumble and she fell but years of defensive training and a surge of adrenaline brought her into a graceful roll that ended with her back on her feet. The nightmare behind her crashed into a thick tree, giving her a moment's advantage. It roared as her thick muscles pushed her quickly through the forest. 

"H'plita, the animal's cry has ... nearby tribe. They're... way... I..." Station's voice crackled and died in her ear. H'plita ground her teeth in frustration and pain. Her arm felt like it was on fire. Briefly, she wondered if the thing was poisonous. She didn't doubt that the adrenaline and exertion would force the poison quickly through her body if so. She just had to reach her ship. The doctors on Station could synthesize a cure.

Behind her, the creature had regained its footing and gave chase. It had been surprised that its prey hadn't fallen from its strike and that had thrown it off balance. It wouldn't make the same mistake again. A low growl escaped from its lips. The scent of blood was heavy in the air. Prey. Its ears flicked back against its head as it ran, falling to all fours to gain speed.

H'plita's heart burned in her chest. She'd kept in shape on Station as required but never like this. She'd never felt real fear. Never as an adult. Never with the fear of death looming over her shoulder. She gasped in pain and frustration as the lit clearing came closer. Just a bit more, she thought frantically. Just a bit more.

A meter away from the clearing, an instinct forced H'plita to duck. The animal sailed over her, snarling as it raked at her back. The young woman screamed in pain as, again, it shredded her armor. It landed heavily in front of her and she had a moment to stare. It was biped and huge. Thick black fur covered it completely from head to foot. A long, bushy black tail thrashed behind it. The creature threw its head back into a roar, clawed hands wide. Challenging.

The creature stopped at a loud warning sound from H'plita's ship. A dome near the rear of the ship swiveled to turn a flashing red light toward the animal. The creature crouched low, facing the large ship, sniffing at it in puzzlement. The ship's alarm began beeping steadily until the fifth tone. When the creature didn't move outside of the lit area, a small, simple popping sound came from the dome. The creature fell immediately fell to its side, unmoving.

H'plita sighed in relief. She lay on her belly at the edge of the clearing. Pain coursed through her left arm and back, shooting down to her feet. She pulled herself forward and then up, swaying as she stood.

"Station," H'plita called. "I need a medical team standing-"

A loud warning sounded from the ship. H'plita stopped, her mouth open in shock. "Station!" she yelled out. "It's... it's me! H'plita! What-!"

Again, the dome at the rear of the ship swiveled until its red light was facing her. She watched in horror as a steady beeping sounded from the turret. The young woman stumbled backward and the sound cut off mid-beep.

"Station," she gasped from outside the clearing. "Station it's me! Why aren't you-"

Pain lanced from H'plita's left arm and she turned to look at it. The smooth skin of her middle finger was tearing, pale red blood leaking away from the wound. Something moved within her finger and she watched as a thick black bone-like shape pushed through the cut in her finger. Her hand shook and cramped as muscles shifted to adapt to new bones growing in her hand. A razor sharp black point pushed through the smooth skin of her inward finger until a second growth joined the first. 

Claws, she thought, remembering the beast that had slashed through her armor. It had claws just like this. But, that's impossible. That's...

A third claw tore through her outward finger and she gripped her left wrist to stead the hand, gasping through compressed lips against the pain. Before the third claw finished, a fourth sliced open her sideward finger.

It hit her then. The thing had infected her with something. Her earpiece was keyed to her genetic code and it began cutting out after it had cut into her. And her ship had warned her off because it didn't recognize her anymore. It was changing her. Its poison had infected her and was changing her on a genetic level. 

"No," she said, out loud. "No. This can't. Nothing here can do this. They checked. They checked they checked they checked-"

A crawling sensation along the back of her hand made her look down. Small hairs pushed through her skin. Her people had trace bits of her along their shoulders and neck and sometimes their scalp but she'd never seen anything like this. They'd been effectively hairless since their recorded history. Now, as she watched silver hairs grew from the back of her hands and around her wrist. A similar sensation rolled along her back near where the creature had slashed at her and she moaned, shivering at the sensation.

H'plita leaned forward, clawed left hand digging into the cool earth. Her stomach heaved and she vomited. Her throat and chest burned but she wasn't entirely sure it was because of the vomit. Black claws burst forth from her right hand, pushing into the dark dirt. Hairs grew along the smooth flesh of her right hand and down to her wrist, thickening until the back of her hand was completely covered. She knelt and looked at herself, breathing rapidly. The dark skin around the edge of the palm of her hand darkened further into pure black. The skin cracked and puffed out away from her palm. She'd seen the same growth on private animals at the observatories on her home world. On animals.

The light in the clearing suddenly cut off and the ensuing darkness was near complete. H'plita blinked at the sudden lack of light. The ship is leaving, her mind whispered to her. Sweat poured from above her eyes and she moaned as her armor constricted around her. Her nostril flaps flared and rich scents flooded her senses. She could smell blood in her vomit and along her body. The earth gave off a pungent odor that did nothing to hide the smell of small animals. Her jaw ached. Running her long tongue along her teeth, she felt gaps near the front of her mouth. And tasted blood. She moaned at the taste of it and the sound came out deeper than it should have. 

A growl. 

Sharp points pressed through her gum line, pricking at her tongue. Three sharp points pushed out and, as she tested them, two more of her teeth cracked and fell out by the roots. More blood filled her mouth and she swallowed before she could stop herself. H'plita gagged at the rich, copper taste but it filled her with a sense of... something that she'd never felt before. She closed her eyes as her tongue licked around her lips, cleaning herself of the blood that had dripped from her mouth.




First Contact



H'plita fell to her hands again, flexing the length of her body as her armor cut into her flesh. She leaned back and tore at the straps, pieces of hard alloy falling around her. She wore a plain black skinsuit beneath the armor. When she'd finished disengaging the armor's leg pieces, she kicked away from them. 

More cracking sounds came from her jaw and the young woman turned her head to spit the teeth that had fallen out. Before she could, she swallowed again and moaned. Her hands roamed her body, clawing at the fabric holding her. She burned in the light outfit. Wisps of steam rolled from her body in the cool night air.

Something tugged at her mind. Tugged at her memory. She growled at the thought. Her gray eyes searched the area for a reminder. Collecting. Things, she thought. Her mind was scattered. In pain. Changing. New scents and sensations pulling at her. Walking. I- She lifted her chin. Her face, longer than the primary species cracked as her jaw pushed out even further. The taste of more blood wiped away the rest of her thoughts. The long slits of her nostrils blackened on her face as the skin closed and then pushed up into a flat, black, wet nose. Her tongue, already long, thickened in her muzzle and she licked around her lips again. 

H'plita's small, thin ears elongated minutely. Light fur sprouted from the tips of them and then down to her face and along her jawline. Small specks of gold dotted the gray of her eyes. More and more flecks appeared until the gold of her vertical eyes pushed away the gray. She blinked and the world brightened around her. She sniffed again. No animals nearby. But, she sniffed again. A male. Another growl burst from her lips.

She stood and looked down at her feet, the skin above her eyes knitting in confusion. Something on my feet. What. Kicking her legs did nothing to free her feet and so the young woman growled and crouched, tugging at the strange things trapping her paws. She gripped and pulled at her right paw and her armored boot flew off. Before she could pull at her left paw, six claws burst through the tips of her boot. She felt the pain but it was nothing. A small hurt. Blood seeped from the six bare toes of her right paw and she knew her other claws would come soon. With several tugs, her other boot came off and her paws were completely free. She growled in approval.

Bare brown skin showed through the tears in her black skinsuit. Her chest was smooth. One small nipple showed through a long tear in the outfit. Flesh around the small nipple hardened as the wolf fought her body. Genetic reprogramming from thousands of years ago had removed the need to nurse their children at their breasts. None of her species carried their own children to term anymore, instead relying on machines to do the work for them. It was a kinder method, less likely to produce harmful hormones that might cause anger in the host. Eventually, her people had edited out some of the secondary systems.

The wolf fought that programming now. Her small nipple pulled, twisting with the growth of new hard flesh. Growing larger and fatter as it pushed from her body. Beneath the suit, her other nipple hardened and grew, pressing out against the fabric. A single drop of nearly clear liquid pooled from the tip of her exposed nipple as new glands and tissues grew beneath the surface of her chest. Her skin bulged, pushing both nipples slowly away from her chest. The skinsuit clung to the exposed, growing breast as it filled out. H'plita tore at her skinsuit, ripping it to shreds until she stood naked. Silver fur lined her arms, growing up to her shoulders and along her back to meet the growth of fur around her healing back wound. Her already thick muscles bunched and she threw her head back to howl at the full moon above.

Breasts formed on H'plita's chest. Her thick, erect nipples swelled, growing larger and larger until they hung down and to the side of her chest. A spray of silver fur sprouted between both breasts. The dark, taut skin of her heavy breasts seemed to absorb the silver light of the moon and she arched her back as if to proudly show them off.

The slit between the woman's legs swelled. Her sex was smaller than the local primary species' sex but the wolf would change it for her. Skin split as it grew to match her larger body. A small bulb of flesh pushed out from under the crown of her sex and the young woman moaned in pleasure. Normally hidden away, her sensitive clit now throbbed in the cool night. Blood mixed with a clear liquid to leak from between her sex, running down her leg. 

Her spine cracked and she cried out, falling to her knees. Fur sprouted faster down her spine and along her sides. The bones of her spine pressed up against her skin and she grit her sharp fangs, twisting her head against the pain of it. Muscles shifted and expanded in her back and her bones moved with it. The changes continued along her arms and legs. The wolf telling her body that she was built to run. To chase. To hunt. Her small, nearly flat ass bubbled out to match the new strength in her thighs. 

Fur continued to spread along her body, curving around her sides and up her stomach. At the base of H'plita's spine, the bones cracked and stopped. There was no tailbone and the wolf was confused. It surged and a small growth of bone expanded downward from her spine. Two small, new bones clicked in place and then the spirit of the wolf retreated. 

H'plita stood, her chest heaving. She gripped the tree next to her, claws splintering the thick wood. Bones shifted along her paws and she shifted until she stood comfortably on the pads of her paws. The male still lay on his side in front of her. The young woman walked to him. She could smell his blood. Could smell how he still lived. Could smell his vitality. She dropped to all fours, the wolf guiding her, showing her what was natural. She huffed and pressed her muzzle between his legs, scenting him around the base of his furry sheath. He groaned under her attentions and shifted slightly. 

A noise in the distance caused H'plita to look up and her oddly shaped, furry ears lifted forward at attention. Gold, vertically slit eyes expanded as she stared. A group of people were coming.

Prey, the wolf thought.

Yes, H'plita answered.

The male shifted again under her. One eye opened and he regarded her. He'd never seen a she-wolf. Had never let anyone live through a change. This one smelled different. Not like them. Not like him. But, close. Close enough. He could feel her wolf. The wolf that had settled into her. He pushed himself up and turned to the direction of the approaching villagers. He was larger than H'plita but she was more densely muscled. Still, he couldn't not nip at her, growling his dominance.

H'plita grabbed the male's wrists and her teeth were wrapped around the male's throat before he'd realized what had happened. Blood and drool dripped from her open mouth, falling to the fur along the male's throat. He struggled briefly before realizing exactly how strong she was. If not for the nearby prey, he'd push her and fight but this prey would join the fight until they were both dead. Instead, he flicked his ears back and turned his head.

The young woman pulled back and stood and the male stood beside her. He waited for her to take the lead and she did, launching herself through the forest. He struggled to match her pace and only his familiarity with his own world and its rules allowed him to keep up.

They caught the villagers within minutes and it was a massacre. H'plita roared, leaping for the lead male, claws out. Her jaws closed around the man's throat, decapitating him before they both hit the ground. She clawed at his chest and stomach, biting and tearing at his intestines. Blood sprayed against her, covering the silver fur of her breasts and stomach with dark red. 

A very, very small part of H'plita whimpered at the man's death.

The large group of men screamed, hacking with crude bronze swords and farming instruments. The two wolves tore through the group, feasting and killing until the last man fell. H'plita tore into his stomach, by now addicted to the soft flesh hidden within.

The male approached, blood and flesh and guts dripping from his muzzle and the fur along his body. His thick red cock was exposed, his excitement from the chase and the kill showing. He walked to H'plita on two legs. The wolf inside him was frantic at the thought of mounting a female. It had play mounted a few dead women in blind need but that pounding desire paled in comparison to the thought of fucking the she-wolf. His blood was up and his cock throbbed in front of him, thick pre-cum dripping to the ground as he squeezed and played with the bulbous knot holding back his furred sheath. The rough bloody padding on his paws felt incredibly good on his cock. 

Once he reached the female, he dropped to all fours around her. She stopped to look up and back at him. He could see her fury, her hunger, her need in her eyes. She snapped at him and growled but then bent her head back down to the corpse below her, worrying at the bones of its spine. The male rubbed his cock against the tailless female , growling and groaning as he probed at her. The female's sex was engorged and she shuddered as the male's knot rubbed against her exposed clit. He moved again and she dropped the bone she'd held in her mouth.

H'plita pushed back against the male, encouraging him. She growled as his cock missed again and again. The male's muzzle clenched to the back of her neck and she collapsed, still growling but the anger faded from her eyes piece by piece. She moaned and whined, arching her back up into him.

Finally, the male's pointed cock slipped into the female's sex. She howled, her wet sex gripping at his thick length. The male wasted no time as he began pounding into her over and over. H'plita dug her back claws into the earth, spreading her muscled thighs open while pushing her hips back. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth.

Again and again the male's knot probed at her opening. Stretching her every time. She pushed back. Wanting all of him. Needing all of him. Wanting to fill his knot opening her all of the way. Wanting to feel the tip of his pointed cock as far as it could go. Her full, furred breasts pressed against the ground below her, soaking in the blood of the dead man. The sensations, scent of blood and recent killing were driving her mad. H'plita had never been taken like this. Never been filled like this. Intercourse amongst her species had waned over the years in favor of toys and other stimulation. The wolf was showing her things she'd never knew she'd missed. The fragment of H'plita that remained was overloaded from it. 

She opened for the male and he knotted her.

Blood again mixed with their juices. Blood from the small tears inside of her body. From being knotted. The wolf healed her and she howled low in her throat as her orgasm built. 

The male's own orgasm caught her by surprise. She felt his claws dig into her shoulder and she growled at him in sudden anger until she felt him suddenly swell. H'plita gasped at the sudden feeling of the male cumming deep inside of her. She felt him filling her with his seed. Felt his cum drilling into her over and over. His knot had swollen even larger and his movements shortened. She slammed back into him when his rhythm faltered and he responded, fucking her with deep, hard movements.

White noise filled H'plita's ears, blocking the entire world away from her. Her muzzle worked over and over. She scrabbled at the ground with her claws but couldn't move. The male held her tight, a paw on her shoulder and his knot deep inside of her sex. The male's cum spurted out of H'plita as a second orgasm rolled through her, forcing her muscles to tighten around the male's cock. She fell to her arms, forehead against the ground as her world exploded. 

When H'plita opened her eyes, she felt the warm fur of the male surrounding her. He was no longer inside of her and she felt his furred sheath against her soaked sex. She could smell his seed and her own juices. And the blood from being torn by his thickness. Their fur was tangled with blood. She felt weak from her orgasms but a strange sort of energy was replacing the weakness. With a shake of her hips, she pulled away from the male and stood. The male groaned but rolled to stand beside her.

The wolf in H'plita looked out from the woman's eyes. The world was huge and there were a million smells she'd never even knew existed.

She ran and the male followed. Through the trees, splashing through rivers and chasing small game before running off to the next thing. The fragment of H'plita wanted to know what everything was and the wolf obliged. They ran and fought and fucked until grey light filtered through the sky. Both wolves stopped to watch the dim progress of the slowly rising sun. Both wolves knew what it meant.

The change back was painful. But, nothing matched the pain of realization when H'plita's mind returned to her mid-change.

The young woman wailed. Loud and long she cried out, beating the ground around her. She cried hot, hard tears as the vague memories of the night echoed through her mind. The blood had long washed off in their run through the waters but the memories remained. She cried until she couldn't breathe.

When she looked up, the male was there. She'd seen images and videos of the primary species. The strangeness of their features. The nearness of them. Almost-them. Almost-same. He watched her, naked as she was. His hair and beard was curly and black, as was the forest of hair on his chest. She felt an odd, sudden heat between her legs at the look at him and she cursed herself for it. It wasn't her desire she felt. She knew that. She knew it was the other thing inside of her. But, she still felt it. Still felt that quick flash of heat.

H'plita looked down at herself. Her breasts were gone but her nipples were much larger. Much like the females of the primary species. Large and hard. Her hips and the bones of her lower back hurt, as if something had broken or changed there. Otherwise, she was the same. Four fingers, six toes, hairless. Compact and strong. Were her legs longer? More lean and less stout? Something about the size and shape of her body tickled at her memory but her thoughts swam away.

The male walked away and she watched him. He was much taller than her and, while she knew she was physically stronger than him, he was wide of frame of had thick ropes of muscles along his body. His male sex hung low between his legs. Not red. Not pointed. Again, she felt a heat and her sex grew moist at the unbidden thoughts. At the whispers of the wolf. She hugged her knees to her chest.

Eventually the male returned. In his hand was a large, long, sharp rock. He tossed it to her and said a few words. H'plita shook her head at him. He spoke again, harder this time and she looked at him. Again, she shook her head.

"I can't understand you," she said.

He frowned and then picked up the rock. Pointing the sharp end of the rock at his chest, he made a stabbing movement near the center of his chest and then pointed at her. Again, he tossed the rock to her.

H'plita looked at it. Station might come looking for her. It might send someone to look for her. And then what? Would they fix her? Would they keep her locked away? The thought made a physical growl escape her lips and she felt a sudden flash of anger. No. I will never be chained. She closed her eyes at the thought and calmed. She'd never felt anger like that. Not once in her life. Was it her now? Or the thing inside of her. Could they take it out of her now that it was part of her? Part of her enough that her ship wouldn't recognize her genetic material?

Can I go back? She asked herself. I've killed. And I've... I've eaten them. The primary species. Not unthinking animals but primary species. I've- She choked up and tears fell. She could remember the blood. An echo of the scent and taste of the blood floated through her mind and she rolled her shoulders, gasping at it.

Do I want to go back? The thought scared her but she couldn't see where her thoughts and the other thing's thoughts ended. She kicked the rock away. In her mind, a part of her grinned. Deep and dark inside of her. A part of her wanted it to be night. Wanted to chase. To hunt. To run. 

The man watched all of this. When H'plita looked up, his male sex was erect. She felt a deep, pleasurable ache inside her belly before looking away, shifting her hips. Rolling them once. He knelt in front of her and when she closed her eyes, a memory of his sheath filled her mind. His red cock. And how it felt. The wolf inside of her huffed in laughter. She opened her eyes and forced herself to look at him.

"Theseus," the man said. Tapping his chest. "Theseus."

The woman watched him for a moment and then placed a hand on her chest. "H'plita," she told him.

The male, Theseus, watched her for a moment. He nodded and held his hand out to her. "Hippolyta," he said.

This time, she followed him and shivered, a small part of her trying to remember how long a day was on this world.

For when the moon would rise.

For when the hunt would begin again.



First Contact



** This story focuses on Mark and his precarious situation. It will focus mainly from a third person/narrator rather than the first person. 

** This is my first edit of this story. 

** Warning! The following program may contain material unsuitable for people under 18. It contains Sexual References, Latex and Tentacles... and spiders. 

***** 

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful Saturday morning. Mark worked inside all day from Monday to Friday in IT. Computers were a pretty droll affair but the job paid the bills. Another upside was that he had good co-workers who made the job a decent one. Mark had not been with the company for too long, but long enough for a colleague to introduce him to bush walking and hiking around the small town where he lived and worked. 

Not having been living in town for long, and from another small country town himself he jumped at the opportunity to literally stretch his legs and get to see more of where he lived. Sarah, someone from reception, was quite a tomboy and had been the one to invite him to do some sight-seeing. Mark had taken a bit of a crush and more of a liking to Sarah. She was a local who knew the town back to front. 

Mark heard the microwave ding and got his food. Sitting down at the table Sarah started talking: "Have you heard of the Walkerston track?" 

"No, where's that?" 

"About 20 minutes south. Go down the highway then onto the first forest track after the rail crossing. Keep going for 10 minutes then there is a carpark and some signs by the dam." 

"Oh yeah? Sounds interesting. Where does the track go to?" He asked as he ate his lunch. 

"To the top of the local hill. But the track leads on to another hill in the distance. Its view is awesome" She said through a mouth full of chicken bird sandwich. 

"How long is the walk?" 

"It's about a day, pack water and food but shouldn't need shelter" 

"Awesome! That's my Saturday sorted" 

Sarah just smiled. Smiling back he took in her short blonde hair and freckly face. 

"Take photo's, ok?" 

"For sure" 

The rest of their lunch passed quickly, talking about their job, what the rest of the week had in store, how their families were and whatever else they thought of. 

Friday evening soon rolled around and Mark had prepared his pack for the big day of hiking. 

*** 

Saturday morning, Mark parked his car at the spot Sarah had said. Packing his belongings into his pack; bottle of water, wallet, key and camera. Deciding to leave his cell phone in the car, Mark locked up and set off. 

*** 

With the midday sun beating down, Mark controlled his breathing as he took the last few steps up onto the summit of the hill he was climbing. Scrambling over the last rocks he managed to find a seat and regain his breath as he looked about. 

The view was magnificent, just as Sarah promised! No clouds in the very bright sky allowed Mark to appreciate where he was. In the distance there were rolling hills, bushland, farms as well as the dam he parked at. Rows of trees, cattle and a winding river. 

Looking around him for a closer view, he took his time admiring the wildlife as well as the plateau he was on; scrubland, an eagle circling about, a few ants... 

Mark felt the blood drain from his face and his body freeze up as he notices several pitch black legs under the shelter of a rock. 

They were shaped like a spider. 

The biggest spider Mark had ever seen. 

Mark took a step back when suddenly the legs moved. 

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck 

Marks fears were indeed confirmed when the spider stepped out into the sun; it was certainly the biggest spider he had ever seen... He had ever known about. 

Mark could not tear his eyes away from the thing let alone think any rational thought. His brain had locked up worse than a BSOD. 

The spider had been pointing it's front to Mark, and was making subtle movements to get closer. 

Marks mind eventually allowed a little thought again and looked at the creature in greater detail... 

I've never seen a spider like that... It's HUGE! And... it's black... Not just mottled or hairy or dark... 

It's shiny black 

As the midday sun beat down on Mark, the plateau and the spider, the sun was indeed bouncing off the spider, revealing it to be a perfect obsidian black that was very reflective. 

Like an old grand piano that has been polished up 

But unlike an old grand piano, this creature was able to move on its own accord. 

As it got closer again to Mark it suddenly raced towards him! 

"OHHH SSShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh iiiiittttttttt!!" 

With a mind instantly switching from fright to flight and a body tanked with adrenalin, Mark turned and ran back down the slope as fast as he could, dodging pot holes, loose gravel, branches and rocks strewn about on the path. 

Jumping down onto a rock he looked back quickly and noticed the spider was running just as fast to catch him, it's splayed legs as it went flying adding more fuel to Marks fire as he turned to run again. 

Running hard, Marks pack was not helping swinging back and forth on his back. He glanced back to see if he was still being pursued. 

The spider was in mid air. 

Its legs were spread wide, but were quickly gathering together in mid flight on either side of its body. 

It was flying directly at him. 

Mark barely turned his head back to see where he was going before he felt a Thwack! on his lower back under his pack, the collision was enough to throw him off balance and down hard onto the ground. 

The spider in the meantime had clamped its two groups of legs around his waist, and as Mark winced in pain from the fall he felt the spider tighten around him. 

"What the-" 

His words were cut short as he felt the spider tighten around his waist. Looking down in panic he couldn't believe his eyes as the midnight black legs of the creature extended around to his front and melded together. 

"I'm so dead!" 

Mark took off again down the hill with his new passenger, his panic giving way to a slowly growing surprise; he had assumed the spider would have bitten him as soon as it got close enough, but now it just seemed to be holding on? 

Glancing down between strides he could still feel the spider on him. It seemed his shirt had been blowing as he ran and now it was in contact with his skin. 

Sliding to a stop Mark tried several times to grab at the legs of the spider but shied away. Swallowing hard to gain his courage he reached down and grabbed at the spider legs to pull it off. Instead of coming off though, mark inhaled sharply as he felt the spider pull tighter around his waist. 

Fuck ya come off!! 

Tightening his hands and fingers around the things legs he pulled harder but it refused to budge. Mark tried digging his fingers and hitting the creature with the same result; it seemed it was sticking to him no matter what. 

Must get to the car 

Mark took off again with his passenger down the slope. He needed help and he needed it now. As he jumped another rock he still did not feel any sting or pain from the spider, just a tightness around his waist and hips. 

Wait.. hips?? 

Stopping again he looked down while lifting his shirt he noticed the spider had seemed to grow a bit and was now well synched in around his waist, drawing it in a little while seemingly growing downwards to his hips. Looking closer Mark also could not tell where its legs ended, they seemed to have grown together around him, the spider a near seamless shiny black around him. 

Trying in vain again to remove the thing he again took off in a run. 

How much further to go? 

Mark inhaled hard and slid to a stop as he felt something slide down between his butt cheeks at the same time he felt the spider thing extend down his pelvis. 

Oh hell... Wait, spiders don't do that! What the fuck is this thing??! 

Mark quickly undid his jeans and risked a peek down. The spider had grown further and now covered him from just below his navel all the way down to his pelvis. 

As he looked he watched the thing extend further and seemingly flow around the base of his cock. Lifting his cock up to look, all he saw was a seamless black ooze solidify around his manhood. 

Shitshitshitbastard 

Mark gingerly poked his overly determined passenger at the side to see what would happen. Finding no reaction he poked harder. Immediately he felt the thing tighten further around his body. Mark let out a squeak of surprise when he felt the thing flow down and around his balls to meet with more of itself between his legs. 

Standing up straight as a flagpole Mark squeezed his cheeks hard together. Being a person with a high level of activity, Mark was in great shape. Yet his glutes offered no answer and they hopelessly attempted to squeeze the spider thing away from his sensitive area. 

Feeling a tickling below he looked down to find the blackness extending down over his length. It seemed to be thin... Mark could make out every detail of his cock under its new covering. Not risking touching it out of fear, Mark buttoned his jeans back up and ran as fast as he could. 

Being close to the base of the hill at this stage Mark was thankful of the easier track to run on as it levelled out... But he still had a long way to go to get back to his car. He reached back to synch down his packs shoulder straps but the bag still jostled him around as he moved. Thinking it was a life or death situation he stopped to get only the belongings he needed from it; wallet - shoved it in his pocket. Camera - jammed into the other pocket. Water bottle - I can carry that. Keys - ... Keys... where are the keys! Mark upended the bag but no keys came rattling out. They must have fallen out somehow... But how? The zips were closed! 

Mark would have to break a window and call for help from his phone. 

Or I can hotwire the car since it's pretty basic. 

Deciding to throw the bag off into the long grass, mark arced back and threw. It was at the apex of his throw he felt a tightness around his cheeks. 

Urgh... Now what?? 

Standing back up he Riskd a few prods and pokes to the small of his back he was shocked to feel nothing there. 

What happened to the spider? 

He tentatively pulled his shirt up and touched the small of his back where the creature had landed on him.. 

What the fuck? 

... Only to feel nothing but the inky blackness. 

He moved his other hand to feel his other side but again only felt the smooth blackness had encircled his waist, hips... And probing down further, his ass cheeks and around to his inner thighs. Moving his hands up over his newly covered manhood he could find no trace of The Thing that had landed on his back. 

Did it come off? And why is this stuff still on me? 

Mark felt his cock suddenly buzz a little, eliciting an unwelcome and untimely response as his cock started to firm. 

Ahhh... There is no way in hell this is a good thing... 

Mark took off again at a good pace, fast enough to get to his car in the quickest amount of time along the track. 

Again he felt the gentle buzzing and vibration around his cock, increasing his arousal... as well as making his running a little awkward. 

Some giant black spider attacks me ... and I like it?? 

The vibrations were gentle but now they seemed to be constant as he ran 

Mark could feel his hips ass and waist area slowly heat up as he continued to run. Soon thereafter he could feel his thighs also get warmer than they should. Stopping for a quick break he patted down his ass to feel his jeans run over the very smooth latex like coating that was affixed to that part of his body. Patting down his legs he realised The Thing had extended down over his thighs and was surrounding both knees. Patting his hands back up he accidentally brushed a hand over his crotch, which due to the constant buzzing, was now getting quite hard. Mark groaned as his hand slid his jeans against his sheath. His manhood had felt everything, as though the stuff encircling him was not really there... or at least acting as his skin. His brief brush had just hardened him further. 

Run... Don't think! 

Mark tried to take his mind off his strange arousal and set off running again, albeit a little slower as he struggled to find a decent pace with his cock stiffening further to the damn annoying vibrations. 

However he soon felt his lower legs and feet warming up just as his thighs had done. His feet felt a little slippery in their socks as well. I hope that's just sweat... 

Running along Mark noticed the sun had started casting some long shadows. Thinking he was getting closer to his car Mark stopped for another breather and to cool down some.. and try to get a grip on my cock... so to speak. 

A quick mouthful of water from the bottle he was holding mark lifted his shirt up to check on things... 

... Only to reel in horror as his entire front was coated in the black inkiness. 

Fuck! What the fuck is this??! 

A quick inspection with his hands found the material had indeed found a way to flow up his back near to the base of his neck. Moving his hands quickly to his front he could feel the smoothness had now gotten to the base of his neck. 

Mark threw his shirt off and tucked it between his legs... then groaned as the vibrations around his cock increased their enthusiasm. He ran his hands over his toned form, his abs (smooth), chest (smooth) and his sides (also smooth). The stuff had reached his arm pits on each side, and as he watched it crept up over each of his shoulders, further encircling him. 

He dropped his jeans once more and found his hard cock seemed a little longer and thicker than before, being fully aroused. 

He could also feel a little suction all around it, as if the rubber like material were inflating him. 

Run... Get help! Ran through his brain. Putting his shirt back on quickly he struggled to contain his tool in his jeans. Pushing it down was too painful, so he pulled it to one side and hurried on. 

The sub was starting to set when Mark noticed that his arms were disappearing Not disappearing, getting hard to see! The rubber had coated his upper arm under his shirt and was now extending down his arms slowly. Another few paces, another few centimetres. As he ran he could see it extend further to his elbow and then down each forearm. 

Fucking car, where is it?? 

Marks bottle slipped out of his hand. As he stopped to pick it up he gasped as he reached out; his hand was completely black! 

Just like his cock though it was not like a glove, he could see details under the stuff; fingernails, veins, his wrist... Looking up his arm he briefly marvelled at the ebony colour of his skin. A quick feel confirmed the spider had melted all over his upper arms. 

As he reached again for the water bottle he could feel the liquid rubber start to creep up the back and sides of his neck as well as start covering his throat. As he grasped the bottle he watched it slip out of his hand. Growling in frustration he grabbed for it again only to feel it again slip from his grasp. He stopped in amazement and went over to a nearby tree and tried to grasp a branch but his hand slid off it as though it was made of Teflon... There is no friction... 

The vibration and suction of his cock stepped up its pace on him. 

Oh god.. Well at least there is a little friction... 

He brushed his newly coated hands over his legs, over his ass and then over his crotch, causing him to shake hard as his arousal again increased. 

Steeling his resolve he ran. Mark ran as fast as he could move. 

Which seemed to be a little slower than before thanks to a rather uncomfortably large bulge in the front of his pants. 

A few more minutes and he could feel the rubber start coating his chin and ears as well as his scalp. Unbeknown to Mark, the latex had slid between each hair follicle over his scalp and stained his brown hair into a midnight black before each hair bonded with others around it forming some short latex dreadlocks. 

As Mark looked up he could see his car in the distance but he still had further to run. Suddenly his jaw was closed, making breathing rather hard. Stopping hard he threw his hands to his face and could feel the blackness spread over his cheeks and lips as well as it making a start on his nose. Mark suddenly found he was unable to draw breath from his mouth even though if he put effort into opening his mouth. The latex had formed a seal over his lips. 

Fuckfuckfuck! 

Breathing through his nose made him slow to a fast jog along the track. Even that took a downturn as Mark felt his shirt and jeans loosen on his body. He watched in amazement as the clothing had seemingly ripped itself apart and fall to the ground around him. 

Mark shivered a little as the cold breeze hit his body and flowed around his now freed, but captured cock, eliciting a deep moan from his closed mouth. Even his shoes had slid off his feet, allowing Mark to see his now black feet. 

He bent down to touch his toes and feet, feeling no friction at all between his fingers and the latex that coated him. He ran his hands up his front slowly and slipped a hand around his hard cock. Despite the frustration he felt at his own actions he moaned again at the vibrations all around his cock and the constant suction on it. 

I have no idea what this stuff is but it feels so good! 

*Get to the car!!* 

Mark pulled his hand away and gingerly started off running again. The rocks and gravel under his feet made him wince. All of a sudden he could feel a pad under both feet than seemed to cushion him on his run. Stopping to have a quick look he could see a build-up of the black material on the soles of each foot, allowing him to run better. 

Mark also felt the material coalesce along the spine of his back. 

Now what's it doing? 

Breaking into a run to his car, which was not much further to get to, Mark squeaked in muted horror as a black tentacle shot out from each of his sides, under his arms and across his front. 

What the fuck! 

Desperately he grabbed at the tentacles to try to pry them off. He succeeded in pulling one off his mid section, but as he released it to grab the second it pulled back against his latex covered body. The second tentacle, so flawless and shiny! was harder to pull off. He pulled the top of it off but it appeared that it was bonding with his new skin. And it was strong! Releasing the second tentacle Mark watched in fascinated horror as it too quickly wrapped itself onto his mid section and bond with the latex already there. 

As Mark continued to run, several more tentacles shot out from the mass on his back to surround and snuggle him. His front from the top of his chest to his waist was now host to a number of thick, unmoving and unyielding appendages. 

Two then formed and slid up and around his shoulders before gently circling each of his arms. Mark watched as they circled their way down to his wrist before bonding with his new skin. Then they tightened a little, causing Marks run to slow even further. 

As he moved Mark saw out the corner of his eye a buildup of the liquid rubber form near his lips. Looking down he saw it was two tentacles forming from the back of his head, moving around over his ears to meld together in front of his face. As he watched the rubber formed a pair of the lushest, blackest lips he ever saw. As a smirk formed on them the latex over his own lips melted away. 




First Contact



"What the-" Was all he could manage as the latex lips pushed down hard on his own and French kissed him, cutting off his surprised voice. As he tried to reach up to remove the affectionate lips he found the tentacles along his arms crossed over at his inner elbow, preventing him from reaching it. The lips deepened their kiss when its latex tongue probed Marks mouth deeper. Try as he might, Mark was either unable to get an angle to remove the lips.. or they were too distracting. 

Growling with frustration at the lips Mark ploughed on. 

Barely a hundred paces further, two more tentacles - the biggest ones yet - snaked out of the latex at the base of his spine, encircled his hips and started sliding down and around his thighs. The slid down between his hip and pelvis, under his balls and out and around his thighs, causing Mark to shudder hard. Stopping briefly he looked down in fascination as his legs were slowly bound by the tentacles. 

Mark also noticed a blackness around the edge of his vision and thought the latex had finally covered all of his face, leaving his eyes and nostrils clear of the stuff. 

He moaned a little as he felt the leg tentacles start to bond with his skin suit and then tighten around him, and at the incessant kissing of the lips. 

Difficult to even walk now he managed to shuffle the rest of the way to his car. Mark found it hard to bend his knees due to the tight coils of the tentacles on his legs and around his crotch. But he did manage to eventually get to the car. 

Looking around, Mark could see no other cars... or anyone to help him. Thinking there was no alternative, mark awkwardly leaned back and raised a hand, ready to smash a window. 

Swinging down, a wad of latex suddenly sprouted from the tip of his arm tentacle and form a large latex sponge over his hand. A sudden tightening of the tentacle around said arm mean Mark was unable to break the window. 

Oh for fucks sake! 

Leaning back, Mark again swung at the window with his balled hand, but with the same result. 

Having a quick look around for a branch or something to break the window for him, Mark spotted a sizeable rock. Smiling into the forceful kiss from the latex lips Mark felt them smile back, and suck upon his own lower lip. As they formed a grin, Mark went to step over to get the rock... but found he could not move his legs. 

Oh no! 

The coils around his legs had grown.. and hardened. He did find he could still bend his knees... But any attempt to raise his foot was pushed back by the tentacles. 

Before he could even think of what to do next, two more tentacles snaked out from his spine, slipped under his arms and hovered at his chest. Looking down over the latex kissing him he saw the head of each of the new tentacles form their own lips and teeth - all blacker than the night - then strike down with sudden swiftness onto his exposed nipples. 

No! Nooooooo!! 

Both the lips on his nipples and his lips grinned again as the sucked upon him. Mark felt the latex deepen the unwanted kiss, feeling its tongue coil around his own. At the same time the lips upon his nipples sucked and squeezed them between their teeth. 

A sudden hard vibration from around his cock caused him to fall to his hands and knees on the ground. 

Hopelessly turned on Mark was on the verge of release when a glint caught his eye... Looking up Mark saw a thin tentacle sprouting from his spine curve around him and hang in the air before him. Dangling from its tip were his car keys. 

Despite his seriously aroused and delirious state, the fog cleared from his mind. 

What the fuck? It had them the whole time??! 

*Get them!* 

Despite the relentlessness of the latex surrounding him, Mark made a desperate reach for the keys. 

He managed to catch them! 

But then they slipped through his hand onto the ground. 

Grasping for it again he managed to slip a finger each side of the keyring and lift it up. Holding it up Mark managed a triumphant smile. That's when he felt yet one more tentacle snake its way around from his back to his waist, around his front. Forming the biggest pair of lips yet, they smiled and opened wide... and envelope his ridged cock. 

Ahhhhh! 

Dropping the now forgotten key once more Mark fell to his knees and looked as he felt the tentacle slowly slide down his cock. It seemed as though it was lined with small ribs and bumps. 

And he could feel every single moment and millimetre of it around him. 

His cock hardened to heights Mark had never known. Groaning with desperation he watched the lips engulf his cock to the hilt and then squeeze slowly in a sucking motion. 

Mark fell to his elbows as he felt the tentacle squeeze and suck his cock harder than the suit alone. 

In a delirious state of arousal he again saw glimpse of the car key, they were within reach!... But his cock, lips and nipples was getting too much attention. 

I'm going to cum! 

Feeling the relentless action of the latex tentacle around him and the tight squeezing of his new bodysuit and other tentacles Mark tensed up and groaned loudly into his gag as he came harder than ever before in his life. 

Aaahhhhhhhhh!! Marks mind blanked out as he succumbed to the ravenous actions of the being that once looked like a spider. Mark could even feel the tentacle suck the semen from his cock, as if its very life was dependant on it. 

Breathing hard Mark managed to open his eyes despite his cock continuing to be massaged within its new home. He again saw the key and reached out for it... 

.. Only to find his arm could not move. 

Oh no! 

Struggling against the tentacles restricting his arms, Mark could then feel the suit expand again. Despite this he again reached for the key, but found the tentacles too strong for him. 

Exhausted from his long run, the restricted movements, the shock of the latex spider and now the biggest orgasm of his life, Mark relaxed his arms, exhausted. 

He barely registered The Stuff had begun pulling his hands behind his back and his body onto the ground on his side, allowing the tentacles encompassing his legs to draw them back to bond with his hands, holding him in a hog-tie on the ground. His kissing tentacle partner never stopped for a moment. His nipples were helplessly trapped in their own prison, and his cock was never granted reprieve from its new home. 

As Mark could only look at his key and car and freedom he did not notice the latex on his back form eight legs from the mass on his back. Big legs. Long black skinny legs that met the ground and slowly lifted the neatly bound Mark off the ground. 

Marks last sight was of his receding car as the creature carried him off to its lair, unable to do anything to stop his own capture. 

Fucking spiders...



First Contact



It was late and the rest of the camp had turned in for the night. I was attending an Indian powwow and the dancing had made me hot and sweaty. The dance was near a school that let us use their locker rooms for the weekend. I grabbed my towel, soap and change of dress and walked over to the now darkened gym. A light had been left on in the shower room so I had no trouble finding it. There were narrow benches in the center of the room dividing the shower area. The air had turned cool and when I turned on the hot water, a slow steam began to rise in the shower. I stripped down and let the water rush over me, getting rid of the sweat and grime from earlier in the evening. I used a handled sponge to lather the soap and was thoroughly enjoying being alone in such a big shower (reminded me of the girl's gang showers in high school) when I heard a low feminine voice ask if she could borrow my soap. 

When I turned around, she was standing so close to me, that our nipples brushed against each other. I took a small step back and smiled, handing her the soap. She was attractive in a tomboyish way. She was nearly my height but her hair was shorter compared to my long mane of thick auburn fire. I noticed she smiled a little as she stepped over to the showerhead near mine. I turned back to the water and was rubbing the rest of the lather over my breasts and down my stomach between my legs with the handled sponge, when she told me that she liked the way I paid attention to all the curves on my body when I shower. I didn't know what to say so I thanked her. I could not help but stare as she did the same with the soap I loaned her. Her breasts were smaller that mine, but her nipples were hard as rocks and unlike my shaved pussy, she had a small triangle bush that her fingers lingered over. She looked up and smiled at me with an expression of desire on her lips. 

I am totally heterosexual and have never been sexually attracted to another woman, but she was giving me looks that could not be interpreted as anything other than raw sexual desire. My hands came up under my breasts and I lifted them up so the water spraying from the shower made my nipples stand out. She asked me to keep going and not to let her presence stop me. I don't know if it was the full moon, the heat or the steam - but I turned my face towards the water and let the sensuality of the moment overtake me. My hands flowed with the water down my stomach and onto my thighs, waking up every ounce of skin to the delicious feeling that had been stirring between my legs. I was aware of the woman in the shower next to me but somehow, that just seemed to turn me on more and I began to get more aggressive in touching myself. I turned the sponge around and used the other end to slide between my legs. I had just closed my eyes and was fingering my nipple with one hand while the other hand was rubbing the sponge handle between the lips of my pussy. I was feeling the heat in my body rise, when I felt the brush of skin against my back.

She was there...at my back. I could hear her breath catch in her throat as she ran her hands down my back and traced the outline of my butt. Her lips on my back sent a tremor down my spine that took me by surprise. Her hands moved around my waist and I could feel her nipples hard against my back as she pulled me into her. Her warm tongue glided across my shoulders as I arched my back and drove the handle deep inside myself, moving my hips back and forth. She traced circles of heat from my shoulder to my waist with her mouth. I could feel her hard nipples slide down the backs of my legs as she knelt down and took control of the sponge handle and pushed it slowly in and out in long strokes.

I heard a gasp at that moment...I was so overwhelmed with desire that it took me a minute to perceive that the sound had not come from me or her, but someone else. I turned my head towards the shower entrance and saw that we were no longer alone. It was you...you were just standing there, towel at your waist, mesmerized by the scene playing out before you. We were all caught up in a single moment of carnality that would continue to unfold. I don't know for sure, but I think I was the only one that saw you standing there. It must have been ten minutes or more of watching her stroke and fondle me before you loosened the towel at your waist and leaned against the steamy sides of the doorway. Our eyes locked and you watched her lick the back of my legs as she moved the long sponge handle deeper inside causing me to catch my breath. I thought I was going to faint with passion...until your hand moved around your swollen cock. I couldn't take my eyes off you as you touched yourself with long strokes.

I don't know if it was the water from the shower that was getting cooler or my body was so hot, every sensation felt cooler. I was barely able to stand anymore and reached out to brace myself against the wall, while she continued to move her hands over my ass and massage my clit. My nipples touched the cold tile on the wall and I knew I needed to do something before I fell over. I glanced back over to you and without any hesitation, I turned around and grabbed her hand to stop and led her over to the benches in the center of the room. I could feel your eyes as you watched us walk over that way. I was getting more aggressive and gently pushed her on the bench so she was facing in your direction. I spread my legs across the bench behind her and brought my hands around and under her breasts, flicking her nipples as I moved up around her neck. She noticed you at that time and we both began the visual stimulation we instinctively know men love. I had no experience with women, but I do know what I like and seeing your face was all I needed to know we were heading in the right direction. I could feel the breeze from the flowing water between my legs and the passion in me was reaching an unbearable peak. As exhilarating as everything felt, I really needed to touch you soon.

I pulled my leg across the bench and stood with my hand outstretched to you, beckoning you over. The look in your eyes was all I needed to pursue your body. I stepped in front of the girl on the bench and gave you full access to my back, while she grabbed my waist and pulled me close to her, her mouth open and her tongue flicked across the hardness of my nipples. You didn't need any more encouragement and placed your hands on my hips, rubbing your hard cock against my butt. I had to taste you at that moment. Turning to face you, I bent over to lick your stomach, placing my ass squarely in the face of the woman on the bench, who took that as a que to bury her tongue into my dripping pussy. It was almost too much and I had to have you right then. I surrounded the head of your cock with my warm mouth and licked up each side to taste what I had been watching for the last few minutes. I could stand it no more and took all of you in my mouth, swallowing every inch so you would only feel my breathe at the base and feel my hands moving between your legs and pulling you closer. The sensations created from having my clit tongued and you sliding in and out of my mouth forced me into an instant orgasm, leaving me trembling and wanting more.

I moved over to the other side of the bench. I leaned back and pulled you around me so you stood over me with your legs on either side and sucked your cock long and hard while you pulled the other woman in front of you so you could lick her nipples and finger her pussy. It was all so surreal at that moment. I was lying on the bench, I had re-claimed the sponge handle and was thrusting it deep inside my pussy while rubbing my clit. I could see your hands working on the other woman as fast as you were driving into my mouth. After a few more moments, the other woman starting cumming which set off a chain reaction to you pumping hot liquid down my throat and me trembling with yet another orgasm. 

We all gathered around and gently caressed each other while the last waves of pleasure still played inside our bodies. A giggle began to pass through us as we realized what had just happened and we dutifully agreed to finish our showers and meet in one hour over at my tent to continue an entire night of deep moans, pleasured movements and unbridled passion.



First Contact



Brad came home from college early that afternoon. His finals were finally over. He attended the local community college and still lived at home. As the late May sun beat down on his shoulders, he looked mournfully at his lawn. It needed to be mowed again, and trash pick-up day was tomorrow.

He checked the empty mailbox before inserting his house-key into the lock for the front door. The first thing he saw was his cat, Ania, sprawled across the living room floor soaking in the sun coming in through the window. Brad threw down his bookbag by the front door, scaring Ania out of her afternoon nap. 

"Sorry, Kitten. Didn't mean to wake you."

Brad slogged his way to the kitchen. He was already feeling low. His first year of college was finally over. He should be celebrating now, but he felt unsure about that last exam. Unfortunately, it just looked like he had more work to do. Sure enough, as if to verify his dismay, his mother left him a note telling him to mow the lawn. He crumpled up the note and tossed it over his shoulder.

A jump of movement behind him told him that he just hit Ania with the wad of paper. He turned around and saw her running away from him towards the laundry room. Probably on the way to use the litter box.

Brad made his way upstairs and changed into his lawn mowing clothes. He still hadn't washed them since the last time he mowed the lawn two weeks ago. The shirt was even a little damp from his old sweat.

"Nasty." 

He took a sniff and the clothes only smelled like grass.

"Good enough."

Brad put on his old jeans from high school. There were large tears in both knees and the inner thighs were wearing thin. Next came the "Out of Body. Back in 5 minutes" T-shirt that was still damp from the last mowing. He didn't bother to tuck in the shirt. No point in looking respectable while mowing the lawn. Finally came the nastiest sneakers that ever existed. They smelled exactly as they looked; beaten and dirty with a green shading on the lower half.

His lawn-mowing attire finally assembled, Brad made his way downstairs and filled up a large cup with tap water from the kitchen sink. With the heat and humidity being as harsh as it had been over the past few days, he knew that this was going to be a bitch.

Brad exited through the garage so he could pull out his mower. He unscrewed the gas cap and poured in some of the gasoline from the gas can next to the mower. Yet again he misjudged the top of the tank and overflowed the gas.

"God damnit!"

He used his shirt to wipe up the excess gasoline and clean the threads of the screw top for the mower.

That unpleasantness out of the way, Brad finally began to mow the lawn. He hated living on the corner of his street. Just more lawn to mow. The tedious task usually took about ninety minutes to complete. Up and down, up and down. Every now and then the monotony broken up by a tree or a bush in the middle of the lawn. 

His mind wandered. He was still a virgin. He was never that popular in high school and didn't have any girlfriends. But boy, did he dream about the girls. There was one girl in college he had almost asked out. He could never find the courage to do it, but he really did consider it. She had the softest brown eyes and a smile that could just melt your heart. She had even spoken to Brad once. She had asked him if he had the notes from the last class. The best thing about her though, was her name. Ania. Just like his cat. He thought that must have been fate slapping him in the face.

Brad finished off the front of his yard and went to work on the other side that was exposed to the street. A car passed by and he was glad that the mower was between his pants and the driver. It wouldn't do to have the neighbors staring at the pitched tent that had sprung from his crotch.

As he mowed along the side of his house he continued to think about Ania. Did he screw up? Should he have asked her out? He wasn't sure how to do it. He really didn't know her that well. Sure, she was really pretty, and seemed like a nice girl. But he didn't know what she thought of him. What if she already had a boyfriend? So many questions hit him over and over again. His erection subsided as he pondered all of the reasons why he shouldn't have asked her out. Before he knew it he was done with the side yard.

"Now for the other side." He pushed the mower to the garage and drank half of his water. The sun was beating down hard and his shirt was now heavily beaded with sweat. He then went to work on the other side of his yard. By the time he finished that side his shirt was completely drenched. As he emptied his bag into the trashcan he took off his shirt and threw it into the driveway. It made a wet slapping sound as it smacked into the pavement. He was about twenty pounds overweight, but not too fat. Nobody would care anyway. The kids were still at school and the parents were at work. Besides, he only had to do the back yard and nobody on the street could see him there.

The backyard was oddly shaped due to his patio, but it didn't take that long to mow. As he headed into the last little patch of grass he saw Mrs. Trotter come outside of her house. The Trotters lived next door. Mr. Trotter did something with construction. Mrs. Trotter stayed at home. They had two daughters that were in high school. Brad knew one of them. Karen was a real bitch. She was probably the hottest girl Brad had ever seen, but she really was an ugly person; shallow and spiteful. Brad didn't know the other daughter that well. Just that she was a freshman.

It was a shame, but Brad didn't know his neighbors too well. Karen never liked him and he never talked to anybody else. Just an occasional "Hello" whenever he passed by Mr. or Mrs. Trotter on the street.

Mrs. Trotter was in her early forties; still fairly attractive by many standards. She had short straw colored hair and a decent figure. A few wrinkles around the eyes, but you wouldn't notice them due to the fact that she always had a great big smile. It's hard to ignore a great smile when you see one. At the moment she was wearing a one piece black bathing suit, with red shorts. Her hair was tied up in a simple knot behind her head. She was holding a watering can with a giant daisy painted on the side.

"Hello." She waved at him.

Brad caught the greeting and waved back. Now he was embarrassed by the fact that he wasn't wearing his shirt and was dripping with sweat. He finished off the last bit of grass and turned off the mower.

"Whew. It's a hot one today, isn't it?"

Brad was caught off guard. He wasn't expecting a full on conversation. "Yeah. Um. I had to get this done. So..." Brad trailed off uncomfortably. He really wasn't good at conversations.

"You did a good job there." She gave him that winning smile and he smiled back. "Well, can I ask a big strong guy like you to do me a favor?"

Brad just wanted to get inside so he could finally start his vacation. He didn't need more crap to do. But he couldn't say no. 

"Sure."

"OK. Follow me." Mrs. Trotter led him to the other side of her house. There she had several bags of soil stacked against the side. Brad knew what was coming even before she asked.

"Can you please grab one of those bags and bring it to the flowerbed?"

Brad did his best to smile and be in good cheer. "Sure thing." He grabbed the bag on top and carried it over to the flowerbed on the other side of the Trotter's house. He was so out of shape that it damn near killed him. He did his best to be a man about it.

"Just drop it on the side."

Brad did what he was told and gently dropped the bag onto the grass beside the flowerbed.

"Thank you so much. Hey, can I get you some Iced Tea? It's the least I can do and you look like you need a break."

Brad's mind wandered to his half cup of warm water waiting in front of the garage before answering. "That sounds good."

Mrs. Trotter led him in her back door and into her kitchen. Brad had only been here once before when the Trotter's first moved in next door. His family welcomed them and helped unpack. He was only 8 years old then. Even so, Karen treated him like some idiot that wasn't worth her attention. Brad looked up and saw a picture of Karen posted on the refrigerator. She had a gorgeous face. He could never deny that.

Mrs. Trotter got a glass from her cupboard and filled it with a jug of Iced Tea that was sitting on her kitchen table. The air-conditioned house was quickly cooling his body down. He was suddenly very aware that he had no shirt on.

"So, are you in college now?"

"Just finished my first year."

"Karen is going away next year. I can't believe how old she is."

Brad just shrugged. He heard that comment from every single relative whenever there was a family gathering.

"So where are you going to school?"

Brad had to finish a gulp of Iced Tea before he could answer. "I'm just in county college now. I haven't declared a major yet."
"Well. You still have time to figure that out. You're young. You have your whole life ahead of you."

"I guess so." Brad crossed his arms. It was getting a very chilly. 

"Are you getting cold?"
"A little bit. I left my shirt outside."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Here. You can finish that outside if you want."

"OK."

They both went outside into the adjoining backyards.

Brad took another shot of Iced Tea, which nearly finished off the glass.

"Phew. I still need to get this watering done. Can I ask you another small favor?"

Brad looked uneasily at her, as he knew what was about to come. "Uh. I guess so."

"No. I'm not going to ask you to do my watering."

Brad took a sigh of relief.

"Can you just put some sunscreen on my back?"

A smile of relief came upon his face. "Sure."

Mrs. Trotter pointed to a bottle of sunscreen lying on the picnic table. Brad laid his glass down and picked up the sunscreen. He got behind Mrs. Trotter and squirted a little bit into his hands.

He started on her shoulder blades. He gently smeared it down her back and then moved his hands up to spread it around. As the slickness of the sunscreen faded he rubbed his hands into her back a little harder.

"Mmm. You have strong hands."

Brad knew she was just patronizing him, but he blushed anyway. Before he knew it he had finished most of her back. He milked it for more time by slipping his hands beneath the straps towards the top of her swimsuit. Just making sure that every bit of back was protected. Finally he reached her shoulders and squirted a little bit more sunscreen on them. Even then pushed the straps a little bit from side-to-side to make sure every last bit of skin was covered. 

Brad looked straight down over Mrs. Trotter's shoulder and could see a little bit down the front of her swimsuit. He had to admit that she had nice breasts. Not too big, not too small. They could each fit comfortably in the palm of his hands. As if on cue, his love rocket began the ignition process.

His hands were shaking a little when he finished with her shoulders. Suddenly, he realized that Mrs. Trotter would see his 5-inch sundial sticking out the moment she turned around. He had to think of something.

"Do you want me to do your legs too?"

"Mmm. That would be nice." Her voice sounded very strange. Brad's semi hard-on suddenly became a full-fledged iron flagpole. Was this turning her on?

Brad knelt down and spurted some more sunscreen into his hand. He started with her left calf. He used both hands to rub the lotion in around her lower leg muscle. The whole time his mind was reeling. He was getting turned on by the fact that she was getting turned on. He finished her other calf and then moved up to the thigh.

He could see that there were a few dimples of cellulite towards the top of her legs. Her legs were also a little thick towards the top, but they still looked like great legs. Mrs. Trotter must be doing something to keep in good shape.

Brad hit some more sunscreen on his hands before he started working on her thighs. He quickly did the front and the outside of her thigh. He then held his breath as he reached in and felt her inner thigh. Her legs weren't too far apart and he was actually hitting both inner thighs at the same time. He slowly massaged his way northward. She wasn't stopping him, so he went on. As soon as he reached the red shorts he had to stop. Another two inches and he would have struck gold. He then rubbed into the back of her thigh. Again, he started low and worked his way up. This time he didn't stop when he reached her shorts. He kept poking upwards until he felt his fingertips brush against the swimsuit covering her left cheek.

No word from Mrs. Trotter. Brad then went to work on the other thigh. Again he rushed through the front and outside and lingered on the inner thigh. This time he reached higher than he did on her other thigh. He pushed her red shorts up a little bit as he neared her nether region. He still stopped a good inch short of hitting home. Next he did the back of her thigh. This time when he pushed up past the shorts and touched his fingertips against her right cheek, he didn't pull back down. He teasingly rubbed his fingertips across the curve at the bottom of her ass. The fabric of her swimsuit felt so soft.

He took his hands down and realized he now had a real problem. He had the biggest rock hard erection he had ever had in his entire life. Mrs. Trotter couldn't turn around now!

"Should I get your arms too?"

Mrs. Trotter nodded her head and whispered, "Please."

There was no doubt in Brad's mind now. She was getting as turned on by this as he was.

He needed to stop his raging dick though. So he concentrated on just getting the lotion on her arms. She held out each arm a little bit to help him in his task. When he finished the second arm, he couldn't help himself. He rubbed sunscreen into her armpit and then worked his way down to her exposed side. He put lotion on his other hand and hit both sides at once. He almost couldn't take it. He could see the sides of the swimsuit open a little bit exposing just the tiniest bit of the sides of her breasts. He slid his fingertips a little bit into the side of her suit. Not too much to be noticed. But enough to actually be touching tit.

Brad's cock was now on the verge of ejaculation. He could feel the climax building.

He pushed his hands in further. Now there was no question that he was feeling the sides of her boobs. He kept his movements soft and circular, but always moving forward. Finally he just opened his hands and slid them forward until his fingertips found her nipples. He rolled them both between his index and middle fingers. Brad figured that her silence was an act of consent. He leaned his head forward and kissed the nape of her neck. At the same time he pushed his dick into her rear-end.

"Stop." She wiggled a bit. Then, "Stop!" She pulled forward. 

Brad removed his hands from her swimsuit. 

She turned around to face him. Mrs. Trotter's eyes flashed down at Brad's erection first before she looked him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

"No it was me. I'm sorry. I..." But Brad couldn't find the words.

"Look. Let's not talk about this. I have to go inside." And with that, Mrs. Trotter ran inside of her house, leaving Brad baking under the afternoon sun with a raging hard-on.

The perfect end to a perfect day. Brad sulked on his way to the shower. Once the hot water hit his body he enjoyed one last fantasy about Mrs. Trotter. The first woman to ever let him touch her boobs.



First Contact



This was the first story i wrote however it needed re editing before i could put it on the site, hope you all enjoy it

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I had just ended a serious relationship, it hadn't gone horribly wrong, he just couldn't give me what I needed. My plans were to return to my old ways, a few male friends some who I could visit for casual sex, leaving me plenty of time to do things for myself, no commitments, lots of free time, it was almost heavenly having that freedom again. 

One of my male friends, he would tell me stories of all the times he had been a bastard with the women, it made me fantasise endlessly about his hands running over my body, him using my body any way he wanted, teaching me things I had only ever dreamed of doing. I was quite used to popping round to his house for a coffee on an evening whilst he regaled me with tales of the women throwing themselves at him during his day at work. Sometimes I would pop round on a weekend and share a couple of bottles of wine, watch a dvd, with his amusing commentary about the film and the actors.

One weekend evening I had gone to see him, we were discussing some of his past exploits, when he told me to put my drink down and kneel in front of him. I did as I was told immediately, almost in a dream like state, as part of my brain panicked as this huge man took complete control of me, something I had wanted to happen for so long.

He ordered me into His kitchen. He ran His hand across my shoulders, savouring the smooth skin. i shivered at His touch my body aching for Him. Needing Him for so long and now we were here, i was completely at His mercy. His toy to do whatever He wanted.

He came up behind me and put one arm firmly around my waist. The other hand snaking around ripping my top open, pushing my bra out of the way and mashing my breast hard in His hand, making me wriggle against Him. He pressed against my ass and laughed in my ear, squeezing my nipple hard between His fingers. 

i whimpered.

The arm around my waist drops, certain i will stay where i have been put. His hand reached between my legs, pressing against my pants feeling the heat and the wetness. He laughs again and pushes me forwards, bending me across his freezer. He raises my skirt up around my waist. i hear his zip unfasten. 

He slapped my ass hard again and again, my head buzzing with the pain. One hand pressed down on my back the other rips my pants from me. His cock slammed into my pussy, ripping its way inside me, i scream and he slapped my ass ordering me to be silent. My pussy juices quickly coating Him as He pounded hard against me.

'you had better not cum without My permission' He said as He felt my pussy tense around Him. i tried to breathe deeply trying to gain control over my body. He pulled out and paused, making me think this might be over for now. 

Then His cock rammed into my ass, i screamed and felt myself blacking out, He wrenched my head back by my hair and the blackness recedes, as He ripped forcefully into me again and again. Pulling my head back with each powerful thrust into my ass, stopping me from fainting. my body starts to relax and enjoy the pain and the helplessness.

He paused and withdrew, then he flipped me onto my back, ramming His cock straight back into my ass. Two fingers roughly fingering my pussy, then three, then four. Tears started to trickle down my face at the rough treatment, still ramming His cock into my ass. The other hand grasping and squeezing my breasts, leaving bruises, then reaching lower He pinched my clit making me squeal.

Suddenly His pace changed and His thumb gently circled my clit. His hand in my pussy gently rocking, His thrusts slow and rhythmic, 

'c'mon then you little slut cum all over my hand'

At His signal, i allow my body to tense, the pain and bruises intensified the sensations. my back arched and my juices started to gush over His hand and stomach again and again till my body flopped like a rag doll, exhausted. 

He pulls His hand out of my pussy and His cock out of my ass. As I almost fall to the floor, He grabs my hair, letting me fall to my knees. He pushes His cock past my lips, pushing hard, making me gag, ramming harder, right down into my throat, His balls hitting my chin. Fucking my mouth harder and harder, i feel His body tense and His cock thicken as He started to unload His cum down my throat. When he has finished i waited patiently and asked permission to swallow, i made sure i swallowed every last drop. 

Finished with me, He ordered me to kneel on the floor until He wanted me again.



First Contact



For years I have been fascinated with the idea of the first physical contact between me and a woman being my cock as it enters the women's pussy. No kissing. No foreplay. The first time we touch is me entering her. How could I make it happen? How could I find the right person?

My wife and I were at a high school basketball game talking with the same group of people we always sit with. Greg, a guy I work with at the county garage, was there with his wife. I'd seen them at games in the past, but not all the time. His wife, Terry was not a striking beauty, but she was sexy for a middle aged woman with two high school age kids. Terry and I would talk occasionally, but it would often seem like more like flirting. My wife had noticed our discussions and how we sometimes stared at each other a bit too much. She had even warned me to stay away from Terry, because she looked like trouble, and didn't want me getting into trouble. This made me think.

On this particular night I was on my way to the concession stand and bumper into Terry going back to her seat. We chatted for a bit, then she said that it seemed like I had been ignoring her since we hadn't talked in a while.

"Well," I said, "actually I have been kind of avoiding you."

"Why is that," she asked.

"Well, my wife has noticed how much we talk when we're together and , well, never mind," I said with a coy expression. 

"What did she say," Terry demanded.

"Its just that she thinks you might be trouble. And, well, she, emmm, doesn't want me to, well, you know, get into trouble." I couldn't help but fake a shy smile.

Terry smiled back and glanced around to make sure no one was within listening range. "What does she mean that she thinks I'm 'trouble'," she asked?

"Well, just that we seem to like each other and get along well and, well, that you might, well, be the kind of women that I'm attracted to." I'm good at faking innocence.

"So, are you attracted to me," Terry asked with a smile.

"Of course, I am. But my mama always warned me about letting girls take advantage of me," I said, faking shyness this time.

Terry laughed out loud and looked around again, then got serious. "So, Ed, do you think I'm 'trouble'," emphasizing the word trouble.

I nodded my head.

Terry smiled and asked, "So have you ever thought of getting into 'trouble'?" This time the word trouble had even more weight.

I nodded again.

She smiled and nodded. "I kind of like the sound of that myself, Ed. I think I need someone like you to get into me." She stressed the 'into' part. "I need some extra attention these days."

"Me too," I said softly, looking down. Here was my chance. "But, well, never mind. You would never go for it."

"What, tell me," Terry said stepping closer and brushing against my sleeve.

I stepped back and said, "You almost ruined it. You'd never understand." I started to move away from her.

"Wait, Ed, tell me. I'll understand. I'm a very understanding woman. Like how I understand that you need some extra attention," she whispered. Someone was walking by.

I looked at her with a hard stare and said, "Well, it's a bit perverted. I'm embarrassed by it."

"I like perverted, Ed. Tell me." 

"I can't stop thinking about having sex, but without all the romance part. Just straight out fucking a woman from behind and walking away." I didn't break eye contact with her. "But the important part is that the first time I ever touch her is when I slide my cock into her pussy. The first time we touch would be as the head of my cock slowly opens up the folds of her vagina and I bury myself inside her."

Terry stared back. "That sounds hot, Ed. I like your thinking. But can I add one thing?"

I nodded.

Terry glanced around again. "You never look at each other's faces. You never see them. Just the sex itself. No talking. No nothing. Just fucking."

"From behind then," I added.

"From behind," she confirmed.

I looked around. "I can't stand this Terry. I want to fuck you so badly. Tomorrow is Saturday and no one will be down at the garage. Can you get away on a "shopping trip" for an hour, at like 7:00 before anyone else is up?"

"Sure, I get up earlier than Greg and the kids, so it will be fine" she said.

"Great. I'm an early riser too. I'll head down to the shop and get things ready. I'll leave the north most garage door unlocked. Drive in from the alley so passing cars won't see you. Pull open the door, park just inside, get out and close the door. Wear a dress with no panties. Lift your skirt up and bend over the hood of your car. After I know you are ready, I'll come out and, well, fuck you from behind."

"Got it," she smiled.

I turned and walked on to the concession stand. Terry headed back to her seat. I grabbed and couple of sodas and some popcorn and headed back also.

My wife asked what took me so long. I told her there was a line in the bathroom. She ate some popcorn and never gave it another thought.

The next morning I got up at 6:00, showered and headed down to the county garage. By 6:30 I was ready, hiding behind a rack of wiring, waiting. As I waited, I was thinking about Terry which made me hard as a rock. I wanted to fuck her, but didn't want to get into a regular thing that would make Greg suspicious. I had a plan for that.

I heard a car pull up and glanced out as she lifted the garage door. She was looking back and forth down the alley. She wore a light jacket and a long sun dress. She pulled in and closed the door. She looked around in the mostly dark work area, and then turned and lifted her dress up over her hips and bent over, resting her elbows on the hood of the car. I wondered if she was wet, thinking about what was about to happen. I let her stand there exposing herself to me for a minute, and then quietly walked up behind her.

I slowly unzipped my pants. At the first sound on my zipper Terry jumped. I let my pants and underwear fall to the floor. Terry spread her legs and moaned. I grabbed my cock and slowly guided it between her legs. I was careful not to touch her, until my cock first grazed against the lips of her pussy. As soon as I made first contact I leaned in hard and buried my cock in her pussy. She was soaking wet. We both moaned at the feeling. I grabbed her hips and started power fucking her. She laid down on the hood and started panting as I drove my cock in and out of her dripping hot vagina. She wasn't very tight, but I could feel her muscles squeezing me as I bottomed out inside her and my head pushed on her cervix.

At that moment it hit me that I should have asked her if I could come inside her pussy. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but there was no turning back now. I slammed my cock home for another minute and felt the pressure build down below. I pushed as deep as I could into Terry and held the tip of my cock against her cervix as I shot stream after stream of sperm into her womb. She convulsed as her organism matched mine. Neither of us was breathing. The garage was quiet. She mumbled, "oh my God" and started to straighten up. I said, "shhh" and pushed her back down onto the hood of her car. I slowly pulled my spent cock from Terry's oozing pussy and wiped it on her ass cheeks. I pulled up my pants and slowly backed away from her. She didn't turn around.

After a few minutes she sat up and looked around. I watched from my hiding spot as she reached between her legs and scooped the mixture of sperm and vaginal secretions from her crotch and licked her fingers. She was putting on a show for me. Then she grabbed some tissues from her car and wiped the juices from her cunt, ass and hands, lowered her dress and smoothed it out. She opened the garage door and looked both ways down the alley, backed out, closed the door and speed away.

The next Friday night we were at another basketball game. Terry and Greg were there too. Terry glanced at me several times as the game started, then got up and went down to the concession stand. I followed a few minutes later and smiled to myself as I thought about what I would say to her. She was looking around waiting for me, as expected, probably planning our next encounter. As I approached she started to say something but I held up my hand and said, "Stop. Listen, Terry. I'm sorry I stood you up Saturday morning. I just couldn't go through with it. We're both married for God's sake." She stood there dumbfounded as I walked away and went to the bathroom.

Terry wasn't back yet when I went back to the stands. I laughed to myself as I told a coworker of mine that I had to stop by the garage tonight after the game. Last weekend we found out that a homeless man had popped open the north garage door and spent the weekend there. I knew the lie would get back to Terry, and I just loved it.



First Contact



It is a truth universally recognised; that a woman in need of a fuck is likely to have that need satisfied much more quickly that a man with a similar need. It made sense therefore, that when my partner Sue and I decided to experiment with swinging, Sue should take the lead. She would select her swapping partner and I would get his other half by default.

We meet up with a group of friends about twice a month for a 'party'. No more than the pleasure of being with friends, conversation fuelled by alcohol. It was after such a party, at our house, that our first swing happened. I knew that Sue had fancied Peter since she had first set eyes on him, it was no surprise that she chose him. I was delighted. His wife, Helen, was a stunning blonde with tits much larger than Sue's. Not bad for 'leftovers'!

The girls knew each other from their work, their companies often worked together. Sue and Helen became friends, Helen and Peter were drawn into our social circle. The girls met frequently for lunch and must have planned what followed. It went too smoothly to be spontaneous.

The parties never ran on very late, by midnight only the four of us were left. Smoochy music was playing, Helen had gone to the drinks table for a refill. When the tune changed, Sue said;

"Oh. I like this one."

She stood up and began a very sensual dance, right in front of the seated Peter. Sue appeared tipsy, but I knew that it was an act. She was fully in control. Her dance was like vertical fucking, her squirming caused her tight dress to rise up to the very top of her thighs, her brief knickers were just visible.

I had been with Sue when she bought the dress. "A Ruched Bandeau Dress." The label had said. In red. The dress was held in place by its tightness, there were no fastenings. A halter top stopped it from falling down, nothing stopped it from riding up. Beneath it she wore no bra, just the tiniest of thongs. She wobbled on perilously high heels. I had watched her dress earlier and had commented that if that outfit did not get her fucked, nothing would.

Our sitting room has three two-seater sofas, arranged in a 'U', with a large coffee table filling the space. Well spaced out, it is a large room, but close enough to afford a good view of what was happening, I had a three-quarter view of the other couple. Helen placed her glass on the coffee table and sat down next to, and very close to, me. I put my arm around her waist. Sue continued to squirm until the hem of the dress rose high enough for the thong to be fully visible. 

"You might as well take it off." Goaded Helen.

We took up the traditional cry: "Off. Off. Off."

Sue crossed her arms in front of her body and seized the hem, which was now more of a waistband, and slowly peeled the garment over her head, tossing it aside and standing with her hands on her hips. Her fine small tits thrusting out defiantly and her oversized nipples, fully erect, begging to be sucked.

Peter gasped in admiration. Helen moved my hand up so that it cupped her ripe left tit and placed her hand on my thigh, in my groin. Sue turned her back on Peter, hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the thong and peeled it down her thighs, bending, straight legged, offering Peter a full view of her peachy arse with its deep cleft and the moist treasure beneath it. Helen slipped her hand inside the top of her dress and scooped out the tit so that it sat proud on top of the folded bodice and moved her hand so that it rested on top off my rigid cock, straining to burst my pants. Helens tit was big and firm. A real handful. Nipple no more than half the size of Sue's prize-winner's, but as hard as marble. I took the nipple between finger and thumb and rolled it gently. But my, indeed our, attention was more on what was happening on the other sofa.

Sue knelt astride Peters legs and pushed her tits into his face. He nuzzled at the soft warm flesh before capturing a nipple between his lips. Sue pushed back from him and undid his shirt, then bent to kiss the revealed chest. She pushed back further and undid Peters belt, unzipped his pants and he raised his backside enough for her to draw the encumbrance down to his ankles. Peter's long thin cock sprang joyfully into the room. It was not visible for long. Sue moved back astride and holding the prong in one hand, lowered herself onto it. Peter groaned as the warm wet flesh of Sue's cunt embraced his straining shaft.

Helen slipped from the sofa onto her knees and swiftly unfastened my belt and zip, grasping the prize that leapt out to meet her. Without any preliminaries, she sucked it between her coral-pink lips and devoured it. It was bliss. But as much as I wanted to enjoy it, and Helen was very, very good, I was more interested in the sight of Peters prick vanishing deep into Sue's clasping cunt, then re-emerging wetly, only to be swallowed up again by the next upthrust. This is what I wanted from swinging; to see my girl fucked by other men. Given the choice, I would have rather watched Sue getting it than being sucked off.

But I did not have to choose, I was getting both! A personal live show starring my own true love, and a cock-sucking that would score eleven on a scale of ten. It was all over much too quickly, the sexual tension in the room was at maximum. Sue came first, crying out as she does and jerking like a speared fish. Peter came with a roar, blasting his spunk high into Sue's welcoming sheath. I took bronze, spurting a generous amount onto Helens teeth and tonsils. Helen gamely swallowed the lot. It was her only prize. No orgasm for her.

Peter had the best of the deal. He had Sue naked and had fucked her properly. Sue was next, she had had a come and a cunt-full. I had to settle for Helen's mouth and one bare tit. All Helen got was a mouthful of protein.

Sue lifted herself from Peter's still hard organ, shining with both Sue's and his own juice. Sue placed a hand under her crutch and scurried to the downstairs loo. I was torn by following her to check her welfare, and attending to my guests. Peter quickly dressed himself, Helen returned her errant tit to its lacy perfumed pouch.

"We'll show ourselves out," offered Peter, "check on her. We'll be in touch."

And they were gone.

There was nothing wrong with Sue, far from it.

"I was full of Peter's cum, I didn't want it to drip on the carpet."

I stopped her from washing. What I wanted now was to fuck her while she was still wet and warm with Peter's spunk. She was more than willing and very soon I spurted a huge amount of my own to join it.

That was our 'First Contact.' There have been many more, some ordinary, some very much extraordinary. If you want to hear about them, you know the drill.