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Forbidden Fruit

By: goldeneye69



There's a point at which your wildest dreams meet with reality and result in really kinky, hot, wild sex. The kind of sex that makes you sore the next day. The kind that makes your legs shake and your world rock.

The sexual tension filled the space between us like a third person sitting on the couch. "Can you smell hormones?" I wondered . . . God knows, if he could then the Davidoff I had spritzed on my breasts before leaving the house was a waste of perfume. I didn't know what to do with my feet. Shoes on, shoes off. Indian style, on the coffee table, tucked under my butt. He was just as fidgety. Change the music, explain the buttons on the player, something about African rhythms. Dogs in, dogs out. The edge added by the privacy, the opportunity – the frustration of the forbidden fruit.

I had to be back by 10:00. By 8:30 I knew if I didn't make a move, we'd stare at each other and make small talk until the minutes slipped away and there was no time left for anything but hurried kisses and frantic gropes. I wanted, needed more than that. I had sent an email earlier in the day – he let me know he had read it. I close my eyes and remember what I had written – I want to strip you naked and have my way with you. A small sigh escapes me, and the chemistry is too powerful not to make this happen. It won't take much . . .

I crossed the invisible line between us and straddled his lap. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, then relief. I smile, and bend my spine for a kiss. His hands are rapid, light, fluttering under my shirt and across my back before our kiss breaks for the first time. He reaches up and cups my breasts through my bra, squeezing my nipples lightly. Soon there will be no turning back. I think briefly about pulling away, putting the brakes on here before things get totally out of hand. Bullshit. I want them out of hand. I want his hands all over me. 

"What do you want . . .?" I shift off his lap and pull him over me. On top of me. His hand reaches down my jeans and to my very wet, slick pussy. Unbutton the pants and release the zipper. Damn, there are way too many clothes in the way here. That connection again.

"We don't need this on, do we?" he asks, and pulls off my top. Then the bra. I lift my hips so that he can slide my jeans down off my legs, leaving me before him in nothing but little black thong panties . . . and he ravishes my breasts. Sucking the tender flesh into his mouth and biting, squeezing, "You smell so good," he tells me. His fingers find my cunt and I can't tell how many slide into me. It feels like his whole fist and I can't remember him using his hands like this ever before. I'm wet and slick and I need more and more and more of him. 

He sits up and pulls off his shirt. And his pants. And his boxers. If I had any doubt about what we were going to do here it's gone now. I see his cock and immediately want it in my mouth. I twist and bend until I can reach him, but the angle's all wrong. "I can't do this properly from here . . ."

He sits and I begin to suck him in earnest. Slow strokes along the shaft of his penis, gently cupping his balls and squeezing them up to my lips. With his cock in my hand I take all of his balls into my mouth. I remember he's sensitive here, control the need to suck too hard, don't bite. I can feel his heart pounding the blood through his rock-hard cock and the muscles in his thighs are twitching like mad. More and more and more of him. Now. 

We shift again and his head is between my legs and my wet pussy dripping all over his face. This man does wonderful things with his tongue. No one has ever eaten my pussy like this, and I'm on the verge of orgasm from his skillful licking and teasing. Somehow the thong disappears and he's above me again. Yes. Please more.

I lift up my hips and guide him into me. I'm so wet and ready that he slides in deep, smooth, in one full thrust. Watch his face and see the pleasure. Eyes closed and teeth biting the lower lip. His thrusts begin to find a rhythm and I suddenly pull away. "You can't cum in me – ," the words rush out. I stopped taking the Pill but he wouldn't know that– a year and a half now. Has it been that long since these needs overwhelmed us? More than a year since I was under him like this . . . "We're not even close to that yet," he smiles. 

Not even close. I feel beautiful and sexy and every inch of me is on fire. I want him in every position and in every orifice. His thrusts have shifted me until my head is pinned against the arm of the couch. Does he remember the panic and fear being trapped like this creates in me? Can anyone remember anything in the middle of sex this good? He pulls me back down the cushions and away from the trap. He moves me above him. I take him in me again and we start the portion of the ride that will send me over the edge.

With me sitting upright, he's very deep inside me. He fills me so completely with no fear, no pain. I rock and thrust against him and my clit rubs along the base of his cock. I feel the tightness building, cresting, crashing over me. As I'm overwhelmed I can't keep him in me, I try to catch my breath and lean down to kiss him and we pull apart. Rest my head on his shoulder and his arms go around me. It seems a gentle touch to the violent spasms that just shook me. "Did you just cum all over me?" he asks. "Yes. Yes, I came all over you . . .I came on you." 

Again. More. Please. YES. There. I love to feel you fucking me. Deep in my pussy. Is it wet? Does it feel good? Does that hot cunt make you want to just push and push and push your cock in me? Push. Yes. Please. Push in me until your cock just explodes. Push and thrust in me until you just can't stop from cumming. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want to watch you cum on me. I want to see your cock shoot out that cum on me, hot and thick and fast. 

"Oh, yeah, here it comes. I'm going to cum on you." You spray your hot seed on my stomach and up across my tits. Again and again it pumps out on my white skin and breasts. I squeeze and stroke you until the eruption stops and you take a deep breath. A shared smile and a kiss. And you get a towel for me and a cigarette for yourself.

Again. More. Please.

Forbidden Fruit



I was twenty-eight when I first met James. Not Jim but James. He was 33 years and a beautiful man; dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes and strong chiselled features. Sort of a GQ model type.

I on the other hand was thin, silver-haired (as I had been since I was seventeen) and very unsure of my self in the ways of the world. I had only had a few dates with girls while growing up and most had been virtual disasters. As I grew older, the situation didn't improve since I felt more and more isolated from the opposite sex.

I am an accountant by training and at that time worked for a large corporation in my home city. I never seemed to have the interest or nerve to strike out into the larger more exciting world. 

It was our fiscal year end and James came into our offices as the team leader from the CA firm doing our audit; they planned for a minimum two weeks of work and perhaps longer since the business was very complex. Since I was the senior accountant, I would be working closely with James on a daily basis. As he entered my office on that first day, my breath felt like it had completely left my body – he was gorgeous! As we shook hands he smiled a charming grin at me and made sure that I had his first name right (I had called him Jim in the introduction).

The audit proceeded pretty well without problems for the first week while James familiarized himself with our business. Since we had three subsidiaries in other provinces, I knew there would be some travel involved for the auditors but was astounded when James walked into my office on day eight of the audit to inform me that the president had authorized he and I to do a road tour of the various plants. I, with my extensive experience within the company, was the logical choice I suppose but it still caught me off guard. James dropped a folder of tickets on my desk and told me in the great tenor voice of his that we were scheduled to depart the next day at 11:00 am. He would pick me up and drive me to the airport.

Both the drive the next morning was a little awkward since I was intrigued and not a little attracted to James. However, we managed to fill the flight time with somewhat banal conversion.

At our first destination, we took a cab to the airport and checked in. As I was unpacking my bags – we would be there for three days – I heard a tapping on the door to the adjoining suite. I opened the door to see a grinning James asking me if I was ready to head out for an early dinner since we had an early morning the next day. After the initial shock that he was that close, I said "Sure – just give me a few moments to get changed.

After changing from my business suit into a pair of casual slacks and a soft velour shirt for comfort as well as warmth, I knocked on the door to tell James I would meet him downstairs ion the lobby in five minutes. He opened the door wearing only one of the hotels fluffy white bath sheets having just finished his shower. He invited me in to wait in 

his room until he got dressed. As he walked back into the bathroom, he dropped the towel on the floor. His butt was toned and firm and set my imagination soaring – did he do that on purpose or was he just so comfortable in himself that he didn't even give it a second thought? I seemed to slip into somewhat of a trance until James returned to the suite's living room where I was waiting and We left together for dinner at a great Italian restaurant James was familiar with; guess with all his traveling, he soon learned where the good food was to be had.

We finished off three bottles of Chianti with our dinner and I feeling more than a little buzzed. I didn't see how we were going to get anything done tomorrow at the plant. However James didn't seem the least bit worried.

We headed back to the hotel (mostly with James helping me and laughing at the silliest jokes all the way). When we took the elevator to our floor, we went to James' door rather than mine and as we entered I could see my bags and clothes hung in his closet. When I looked over at James, he just smiled and said "I took the liberty and a large tip to the bellhop to move your things. We must be fiscally responsible, mustn't we?" He obviously knew that I was attracted to him since he took my face in his hands and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. Without even thinking about it, my own hands wrapped around him and I pulled him against me. I could feel his hardening cock rubbing against mine and I moaned softly as I returned his kisses, which grew in intensity quickly. 

I still don't know to this day how we ended up naked on his king-sized bed or how we had assumed a 69 position but it was to be. The feel of his hard cock – I think about 8" long and a nice handful compared to my slim 7 ½ " – sliding between my lips as he sucked me in deeply was mind blowing (no pun intended). I laved the head of his cock and tasted my first pre cum! What had I been waiting for all my years?? It was intense and loving all at the same time. 

My cock slipped out of James' mouth long enough for him to moisten his fingers, which then slipped effortlessly into my ass. As he continued to suck me, his finger (first one then two and finally three were fucking me where I had only dreamed possible.) James then pulled away from me and asked me in a husky voice to lie on my back and pull my legs up to my chest. He then bent down and I felt his hot tongue – the one that had shortly before invaded my mouth in a fervent kiss – start to rim my puckered anal ring until he could push hard enough to slide his tongue past my opening and into my ass. It felt like he was buried to the hilt as I pushed back against his tongue moaning "Oh God ...please fuck me! Don't stop!"

James pulled out and while smiling while he looked deep into my eyes, lifted my legs over his shoulder. I could feel his cock head pressing against me and I wanted him inside me so badly I pressed back against him while relaxing my muscles. Suddenly, the head of his cock slipped inside me and the first wave of pain struck me. This wasn't the way I thought it would be! James just stopped pressing into me and told me to relax until I was ready. As I nodded, he slid another inch or so into me and, taking his time, was soon 

buried all the way inside me. The silkiness of the hard cock inside me as I squeezed with my strong anal muscles was unbelievable.

I begged him to fuck me all the way and harder but he took his time wanting me to derive all the pleasure out of this my first experience. Soon he acquiesced and started to pull almost all the way out and then drive deep to the bottom. Since my legs were over his shoulders, I was able to meet him on each downward stroke and pull him ever deeper into me.

Suddenly, I felt him expand inside me and I cried out "Cum inside me, Please! Oh God, I am going to cummmmmmmmmm". James let lose with a huge load of sweet thick cum deep inside me; so much so that it leaked out around the seal on his still hard cock onto the bed sheets.

For the rest of that road tour we stayed together in the same room and continued our adventures every ight.

Needless to say, we received a clean bill of financial health from the auditors that year – the best ever!



Forbidden Fruit



This all took place twenty years ago during my first marriage. The events are true.It takes a little while to get into the story, but I think it's worth it. 

Before I got married, I would often try to get my fiancee to tell me of her experiences with other men. It usually took weeks of questions to get any information, and her stories would almost always start out fairly innocent, then over time she would reveal more and more until I got the truth. I could always tell when she was holding back, and could never really figure out why since I was not the jealous type and was obviously aroused by her previous adventures.

After we got married, she went to work in an inner city hospital, where she was the only white person. She became close friends with a number of black women on her unit, and I met them on numerous occasions at parties. Joan would tell stories about what was going on in their lives, and I found out that most of them had numerous affairs, switching from guy to guy fairly frequently, even though all of them were married. I think being around those women changed Joan's outlook on what marriage was.

One of my recurring fantasies was to have Joan have sex with other men. It was something that turned me on, and I would bring the subject up now and then while we were in bed. She never showed any willingness to make it happen. 

After we had been married for three years, we had a child and she took a year off work to stay home and take care of our daughter. When she went back, I noticed a change, subtle but something I picked up on. At one point, she was assigned an intern from one of the local colleges, and she mentioned that he was "kind of cute". Innocent stuff, really, but I wondered if there was something more to it.

One morning, as I was taking a shower before work, she asked me if I thought it was weird to think about kissing somebody other than your husband. Of course, I immediately told her that I thought it was natural to have feelings of attraction for other people, that getting married didn't mean you could just turn your feelings off. I pressed her a little bit, and sure enough, she was talking about this intern. Seems she had been having some fantasies about him. When I asked, she said they never went farther in her mind than maybe going into an empty room at the hospital and making out. I kept asking for more, but finally realized that she was either telling the truth, or was unwilling to tell me anything more.

A few months later, I tried a little experiment. I had a magazine I ordered through the mail that was full of naked men. Naked black men. I left it out on the night table and when she went to bed, I asked her to tell me what she thought of the pictures. Usually, she had refused to look at any of the men's magazines I had lying around (this was before the days of Internet porn) but this time she started leafing through the pages, looking at each picture carefully. I started rubbing her leg, working my fingers into her panties and finding her wet and responsive. She willingly opened her legs and allowed me to rub her clit, all the while turning the pages.

"Like what you see?" I asked.

"It's interesting."

"Do any of the black guys at work hit on you?" 

She paused for just a moment, then said, "Yeah, there is this security guard that talks to me everyday."

"What does he say?" I continued to rub her pussy, and Joan started to hump herself against my hand a little bit. "He always tells me I'm looking good and that we should get together sometime."

"Does he know you're married?"

"He doesn't care about that."

I knew from her stories that most of her friends at work were married, and still found time to fool around on the side, so this didn't surprise me that much.

"Have you ever thought about having sex with a black guy?" I asked, reaching under her top to pinch her nipples. They were already hard, and Joan moaned softly. She didn't say anything, but she put the magazine down for a second and closed her eyes. "Have you?" I asked again.

"I have been curious," she admitted in a soft voice, looking to see my reaction.

I continued to stroke her and said, "Well, if you really want to, go ahead."

"Are you serious?" she asked, eyes wide.

The thought of my petite 5'2" wife with some black guy was pretty arousing. "Sure," I said. "Just one condition. I have to know everything about what is going on. Where you're going, when you're coming home, everything."

She rolled on her side and looked at me. "You're the most understanding guy," she said.

I guess I expected something to happen right away, but weeks went by with nothing changed. I asked from time to time and Joan said the guy was still talking to her every day, but that was it. Then one week she said that a bunch of people from work were going to go roller-skating every Wednesday after work. She was 28 at the time and had never mentioned an interest in roller skating, so I wondered if that was what she was really doing. This went on for about three weeks, and she was home by nine each night so I didn't think anything of it.

One night she came home and I was watching TV. As I said, I could always tell when she was being secretive and as soon as she put her coat away, I blurted out, "So, were you with somebody tonight?"

"No, why do you say that?" she asked.

"Tell me the truth, Joan," I said. "Were you with another guy tonight?"

She denied it again and we went up to bed. We started fooling around, and I started fucking her doggy style. I remember that my cock felt like it wasn't touching the sides of her vagina and I said, "What have you been doing?"

I can still see the look on her face as she glanced around at me. Her eyes were wide for just a second, then she saw that I was just asking a question, and she said, "Nothing." I know it sounds naive, but I really didn't put two and two together. Stupid, in retrospect, but I really didn't suspect anything was going on.

The fantasy of her being with another guy was one I brought up in bed on a fairly regular basis, and she finally did say she thought she would like it. I was very excited, and I can remember thinking that any day now I would be hearing her story. Another two weeks went by and there was nothing, making me wonder if I was just imagining the whole thing.

Then one night she came home from work and was changing her clothes. We were going to go out to dinner, and I was lounging on the bed as we talked about our day.

"What would you do if a friend of yours at work just stopped talking to you?" she asked.

"I don't know. I guess I would ask them why. Why do you ask?"

"I was just wondering is all."

"Is there somebody at work who isn't talking to you?" I asked her.

"No, I was just curious about what you would do."

I have this bad habit of not letting things go once I'm engaged, so I just kept asking her questions about what was going on. I wanted to know the specifics of why she asked me in the first place, and she kept putting me off. Anyone who has ever been married knows how these things can turn into fights, and sure enough it wasn't more than a few minutes before we were in an argument. I finally stomped downstairs, yelling, "If you don't want to tell me what's going on, then why did you bring it up in the first place?" 

I calmed down, though I was still a little steamed and frustrated. Joan came down after a few minutes and stood on the landing at the bottom of the step.

"You're right," she said. "Ask me whatever you want and I'll tell you."

"Is this about you maybe going out with somebody at work?" I asked.

She nodded her head.

"So people at work know you are thinking about it? Is that what this is all about?"

Joan licked her lips and whispered, "I can't say it."

"Say it!" I said sternly.

She took a deep breath. "Not thinking about it. Already did it."

I felt numb. Not because she had actually had sex with somebody else. I thought that if two people were married for fifty years or so, then what would be the harm if one or both of them had a little fling somewhere along the line? I was floored that she had lied to me, even after I had told her that I was all right with her doing just that.

Dinner was a blur, and when we got home, we put my daughter to bed and sat on the sofa to talk. It was obvious that Joan had felt guilty about the lying, and wanted to get everything off her chest. She even got a calendar so she could get her dates right.

"So tell me everything," I said.

"I've been seeing the security guard from work for the last three weeks," Joan said.

"What's his name?"

"They call him T Bird."

"What's he look like?"

"He's about your height, and maybe twenty pounds heavier. Big arms."

"So, how did this start?"

Joan said, "One day he said to me, 'Joan, you are looking good. When are you and me going to get together?" Just like he always does. This time, I said, 'What about Friday?' He was surprised, but agreed. That was the night I told you I was stopping over Teresa's for a little while after work."

I remembered the night now. She had come home about nine thirty.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"We got in his car after work and stopped at a sub shop to get something to eat before going to his apartment."

"Were you excited?"

She nodded. "My stomach was doing somersaults. I was so nervous I couldn't even eat So we went in and sat on his couch."

"And?"

Joan said, "He asked what I wanted to do. I told him, 'Whatever you want'. He said he didn't know and I said, 'Well, you've had all week to think of something.' That was enough and he leaned over and started kissing me. We only kissed for a minute or two and then he slipped my T-shirt over my head and took my bra off. He played with my tits for a few minutes, then unbuckled my jeans and took them off, and my panties. Then he got undressed."

I didn't want to do the cliche, but I couldn't help it. "So, was he big?"

She nodded, "Yeah, he was about eight inches long. He pushed me back on the sofa and started fucking me."

"Just like that? No foreplay?"

"I didn't really need much," Joan admitted. "I was pretty wet. He fucked me for a few minutes in the missionary position, then he rolled me over on my stomach and pulled my ass in the air so he could do me doggy style. We did that for about five minutes, then he put me on my side, lifted one leg on the back of the sofa, laid behind me, and pushed into me from behind. He kept that up for awhile, then got on his knees, put my legs over his shoulders so I just had my shoulders on the couch, and fucked me like that until he came."

"So how long was this?" I asked, visualizing how she must have looked, her small white body against his big black one.

"I guess he lasted about twenty minutes all together."

"Then what?"

"Then I got cleaned up and he took me back to my car and I drove home."

"So how many times have you been with him?"

This is where the calendar came in handy. It turned out that she had been with him three times after that, all on the nights where she was "roller-skating". The reason she had asked me her question earlier in the evening was that he had stopped talking to her at work. I thought I knew why that was. I think the thrill for him was getting a married white woman to cheat on her husband. After he had fucked her a few times, the thrill had worn off. Joan wanted to see him some more, but he wouldn't talk to her and she was a little hurt by the whole thing.

I went upstairs to get ready for bed. I heard Joan on the phone and came down the steps. I was naked and I sat there listening to her talking to her friend Teresa, telling her that she had told me about T-bird. I heard the phone being hung up, but for some reason stayed where I was. I had a hard-on thinking about Joan being fucked by her lover.

She knelt on the step below me and gently stroked my cock. "I must be really weird," she said.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Because when I was telling you that story tonight, I was getting horny all over again."

I reached down to lightly pinch her nipples through her thin T-shirt and she closed her eyes with a sigh. She leaned over and began sucking my cock, licking up and down with slow strokes while tickling my balls with her free hand.

"Do you want to see him again?" I asked.

"Umm hmm," she answered without taking her mouth off my cock.

"Do you wish he was here right now?"

"Yesss!" she whispered fiercely.

"Do you wish you were sucking on his cock right now?" I asked, reaching under her shirt to rub her breasts.

She nodded her head.

"Tell me," I ordered.

"I wish I was sucking his cock right now," Joan said, pumping my cock with her fist She went back to sucking me.

"Do you want to fuck him again?"

She didn't take her mouth off my cock, just moaned deep in her throat.

"Say it," I commanded, as turned on as she was.

"Oh, God, yes, I want to fuck him. I want his big, black cock in my white pussy."

Joan never, ever used the word "pussy" so this in itself was a real turnon.

"Are you going to try to see him again?"

"Yes, I want to. If I can get him to talk to me."

I pinched her nipples harder and she practically bounced off the steps.

"I don't mind if you see him again, but you have to tell me everything."

"I will. I promise, I will."

"And you have to suck me off now and swallow it."

Joan would perform oral sex on me, but she would always spit the cum into a towel. When I told her this, it was like she suddenly became a wild woman, taking my entire length in her mouth. I was pretty close to cumming already, and this sent me over the edge. When I started spurting, she eagerly swallowed every drop, continuing to suck me until there was nothing left.

Unfortunately, she never did get back together with the guy. I didn't realize it at the time, but I could have told her how she could have accomplished that. All she would have had to do is to call him up and tell him how much she missed getting fucked by him, and that she would like to do it again. If he still sounded reluctant, she could just tell him to bring a couple of the other security guards with him and she would do all of them. I bet that would have done the trick.

But, that didn't happen. Even though we divorced, and it has been twenty years since this happened, I can still remember that night like it was yesterday. It was the most exciting sexual experience I ever had, and I've spent the last fifteen years trying to convince my second wife to fuck another man. No luck yet, but she has at least said she would consider it if the opportunity arose.

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Forbidden Fruit



A fun childhood, great time at school with lots of friends, a love of football, and all the things young, healthy teenagers liked. That had been my life. I left school at 16 with a few minor certificates and just enough brains to keep me in a white collar job in a large insurance company. I had been there for two years and, though I had lost contact with many of my old school friends, had some new friends from work who shared my love of life, football and Saturday nights on the town. We were just healthy lads!

The office was not only a large one, but a young one. Many of my colleagues were in the 18 to 25 bracket. Many of us socialised either by our drinking nights out on the "pull," which tended to be Friday or Saturday, or by the football match trips on Saturday when the local team were playing at home. I liked my mates and we had a many a laugh when we all went out on the town and perhaps one managed to pick up a girl or sometimes all of us did. Sometimes we got a shag at the end of it, sometimes none of us and more likely only some of us, but it was all healthy fun. Sex for me was an occasional score with some pretty thing I picked up half drunk on a Saturday and sometimes it was nothing more than my regular wank while I fantasised.

You want to know what I fantasised about don't you? Well strangely enough my biggest fantasy was being in a group with my mates (or at least some of them) and we all had a shag at one girl or even a couple of girls. I found the thought of sticking my dick in a previously used cunt, extremely exciting. I didn't really focus much on my mates being naked though I had a passing interest in whether they had a bigger or smaller cock than me. The picture that brought me off usually was shagging some bird that three or four of them had already fucked and cum inside, and I was slurping in her wet juicy wide open cum filled hole and just when I am about to cum, one of my mates (which one changed each time), pushed his finger in my hole in a half joke and it just pushed me over the edge as I shot in her. Sometimes that dream was a wet one and I would waken with a wet, stiff leaking cock.

Something happened to me!

Grant joined the office. Grant was a good looking but ordinary guy about 5 feet 10 inches tall, medium build and medium to dark hair with a modern, "just out of bed" style. Whatever Grant wore, he wore well, from suits at work to jeans at night, he just looked good in them. I was asked to show him the ropes and immediately felt a fondness for him. He was the same age as me and shared my love of football and nights out and he was very quickly absorbed into our circle.

Over the coming months, I was aware that I really enjoyed being in his company and started to persuade him to go out in a twosome looking for girls on weekdays. These nights are not the best nights for pulling the girls but that didn't matter as I just enjoyed his easy chat and conversation. He was not an Adonis anyway so had no greater success than I did.

"Steve," he would say, "There's no need to stay and look after me if you look like getting off with someone." He had obviously noticed that once or twice I had turned down an opportunity as he hadn't pulled.

"I don't like leaving you alone if we both haven't pulled," I would say.

One night he did pull on his own and I didn't. He asked my permission to go off with the girl which I gave. I had a few more drinks and then went home. I was feeling unwell and couldn't work out the problem. I started my evening wank and realised that I was thinking of Grant fucking this girl, then cumming in her and me going straight in after him. He sat behind me and put his finger into my hole and pushed it up and down as I fucked and I shot a load that seemed to come from deep inside me. I actually did shoot too and the load went straight over my shoulder. I realised two things. Firstly, I wasn't ill, I was jealous and secondly, I wasn't jealous of him getting the girl, I was jealous of the girl getting him.

I cried that night and I didn't know why.

Next day, I asked him how things had been and he just said "Great." I couldn't push him into any detail though he had obviously screwed her.

By lunch time he noticed my bad mood. I told him I had a headache. I had this enormous urge to hold him and kiss him. "KISS HIM," was I turning queer???

I ignored Grant for the rest of the day but by the following day, we were planning the weekend with the lads and had soon returned to normal. Things continued like this for a few more weeks and I was aware I was ill when he wasn't around, I was jealous when he looked at a girl or talked about one and angry if he spent too much time with any of my other mates. I hid all this as best I could but I was also aware that Grant was straight with a capital "S."

Three months later and the local team had won a place in the UEFA cup to play in Europe and a small group of 8 are planning a trip to Barcelona to see the match. Grant was keen to come with us and so tickets were obtained as well as flights. At an exorbitant rate, we managed to secure four twin rooms not too far out of the city centre and before long, the weekend had come.

I had been like a love struck teenager since I realised I would be sharing a room with Grant. No one, but no one, was getting that privilege, but then, no one was much interested who they shared with other than me. I masturbated nightly on the build-up. I wondered if I would see his cock, I wondered if he would bring a girl back, I wondered if he might see me naked and develop an interest in me. I also wondered if nothing at all would happen and life would stay exactly the same. At least I would be four nights in the same room as him, breathing his air and smelling his smell.

On day one, we arrived in the early evening and by the time we checked in, went out for a meal and had a few drinks there was not much to do but go back to the hotel about 1.30 am. Grant changed in the bathroom and went to bed in a t-shirt and shorts. I strutted about in my small briefs until it started to look obvious and decided to go to bed too, eventually.

Day two was the day of the match. It was a late afternoon kick-off and we were all drinking heavily from lunchtime. I hadn't seen Grant so drunk before but he was in great sprits as we all were. The match was great but sadly not as great as it should have been and we lost!! Well we would have celebrated victory so saw no reason not to drown our sorrows as we headed off to enjoy the many cafés and bars of Barcelona. We ate at some stage but drank even more. Around 10.30 pm we realised that we had lost the rest of the guys. Grant was in no state to go anywhere else so we clambered into a taxi and headed back to the hotel.

I had to almost carry Grant upstairs and even in my drunken state, I relished in this closeness. We entered the room and he staggered off to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and talking to me as he peed. I couldn't quite see his cock and didn't know how aware he was so didn't push it. He came out and fell backwards on the bed. "Help me Steve," he said as he fumbled with his shirt buttons and then promptly fell back as though asleep.

I managed to waken him and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off to leave him topless. He fell back into semi-unconsciousness again. I pulled his back up and asked what he wanted me to do next. He nodded to his pants and fell back again. I could feel my heart thumping against my ribcage as I started to undo his belt. I pulled down his zip and started to drag his jeans over his hips. He automatically lifted his bottom to allow them to slip off his legs. I undid his shoes and took off his socks before pulling the jeans off and folding them. He was back asleep and lying there in just a pair of tight grey knitted boxer briefs. His cock and balls looked promising and for the first time, I realised an opportunity was appearing before me.

"Grant," I said while shaking him.

I raised my voice and tried again with no response. I reached for my camera and started to snap him. I might never see him again like this and wanted something for the cold Winter nights while wanking alone. I reached forward and started to pull down his shorts and once again, his bottom raised without him waking. There is was!

His soft cock lay to the left on top of beautiful round balls. His cock looked to be about 4 inches soft and quite thick. It had foreskin like a flower neatly gathered at the top. His pubic hair was dark and quite sparse, forming a semi-circle around the top of his pubis with a wisp trailing up to his navel. His balls were quite large and soft, hanging low between his legs with a light dusting of dark hair. I snapped away.

I pulled his shorts off completely and drank in the sight. My cock was growing in my jeans so I quickly stripped until I was in my briefs and decided to keep them on in case he awoke. I don't know how long I sat and stroked my cock while looking at him. His breathing became quite rhythmic and steady and I knew he was in a deep sleep. He was lying sideways on the bed with his legs on the floor and went to sit beside him. I leaned over and kissed his nipples. I moved my lips up and kissed him gently on the lips. He stirred slightly and gently moaned. I took fright and jumped back but he just licked his lips and went back to sleep.

I took my first gentle touch of his soft, warm cock and felt the flesh between my fingers. I cupped his balls and gently stroked them, lifting them into the palm of my hands. I lowered my mouth until I was just a few inches away from his cock. I could smell a faint smell of urine but it wasn't strong and was actually quite erotic. I wasn't sure what I should be doing as I had never touched another male before. Instinct took over and I gently licked the tip of his cock slowly sucking the soft penis into my mouth. The cock filled my mouth completely and I gently squelched it around. I found that I was becoming unable to contain it and the base started to force its way back out. I realised he was becoming erect. It hadn't occurred to me that this might happen. 

Very steadily it grew. I took to just sucking the head while I held the stalk in my hand and before long I had a very hard 8 inch, thick cock in my hand. It stood straight up from his body and my camera was soon snapping it. I opened his legs slightly and managed to get a shot of his hole. He actually opened them wider himself. My heart continued its thumping and I prayed that the others would not return and come looking for us. I pulled off my briefs to unleash a very hard 7 inch cock. It was so hard the head of it hurt as the blood pumped into it. I leaned down and swallowed Grant's cock trying to take all of it down my throat. I sucked up and down and his erection was also very stiff. I took my mouth off and opened his legs wider, lifting the dead weight until both his feet were up on the bed and his legs were wide open. I had to hold them to stop them sliding but I managed to get my mouth down between his legs and let my tongue dart into the musky recess of his hole. I had reached heaven!

I swung his body round on to the bed with his head upwards towards the pillows and went back to sucking and photographing. At one point he started to roll over and I managed to stop him half way. This gave me easier access to his hole. He then rolled over to his back his large cock obscenely sticking straight up in the air looking a little lost. My mouth enveloped it again and his body gently moved up towards my mouth. Suddenly in my drunken state, I wanted fucked. It was going to be risky, I knew it. I darkened the room to just a small bedside light and found some dry skin lotion in Grant's toilet bag. I took some time to clean out my hole as best I could and lubricated my arse with my finger. It hurt but I so wanted this. I kept going, pushing one, then two fingers in. I was up to my first knuckle and started with a third finger. I squirted as much cream as I dare and them I rubbed some on Grant's cock. The feeling of lubricating his cock was wonderful.

I took a condom from his toilet back and took great delight in spreading it over his cock. The beast grew even larger as the tightness of the rubber encased it. I lubricated it too the climbed on to the bed to squat, facing Grant, over his erect monster. The head hurt like hell. I pushed and pushed and realised that being fucked in the arse was a skill. I had to get fucked! With a lot of pain and perseverance I managed about 3 inches and raised and lowered my arse on to it. Within about 7 or 8 minutes I had it all inside me and really started to pump. Grant was whimpering slightly but definitely out cold. I held my cock as I rose and fell making sure my weight was off his body as I sat astride him. I heard a guttural sound from him and my hole felt suddenly very full. Surely he hadn't cum?

I reluctantly pulled myself off his cock and there, in the sac at the end, was a copious amount of Grant's cum. I hungrily pulled the condom off him and took it to pour the cum over my face and hands and smeared it like the precious liquid it was. Drops went in my mouth. My cum covered right hand reached down and gripped my cock and I stood over Grant while I wanked. Less than 2 minutes and a fine jet of my thin liquid shot clean over the head of the bed and hit the wall. The third or fourth jet hit Grant's face and mouth and I took my finger to gently rub some into his mouth. I had tasted his cum and he mine.

A wave of guilt came over me and I quickly wiped him and pulled the covers over him before diving into my bed. I came a second time within 10 minutes as the flavour of Grant's seed still tasted my mouth. I realised that my sexual experience with Grant was going to be just that one incident but at least I had managed to have one! However, he had one more mountain to take me up before our trip was over!

I was a little sheepish the following morning expecting at any time some reference to the previous evening. None came. I was amazed he hadn't commented on how he got home, how he was stripped and how he managed to get to bed but he said absolutely nothing. I assumed he thought he had done it all himself.

Undaunted by his hangover Grant suggested another night out for our final night in Spain. I readily agreed with the hope that I might get another crack at the whip. The following evening, however, did not go quite to plan. I drank a bit too much too early. Grant seemed to be making headway with a Spanish girl and somehow we got separated. I ended up half pissed at 11.00pm and alone. I stumbled back to the hotel and went to bed. Somewhere around 2.00 am I was wakened by the familiar sound of someone trying hard not to waken me. You know, those loud "Shh" noises drunk people make in an effort not to disturb others! I was wakened to find a very drunk Grant stumbling into the room with a Spanish girl. In the yellow light from the streets I could make him out stripping and telling her not to worry as I was sound asleep. I saw him naked and erect and realised I was going to have the great privilege of seeing him truly in action. The profile of his swinging heavy cock was a delight to my half opened eyes. She was stripped and he unceremoniously climbed on top for what can only be described as a token fuck. He stuck his cock into her and fucked her. He came in her (no condom I noticed) and promptly fell of and asleep. She did likewise. 

I lay watching them for about 20 minutes or so and decided in my drunken haze that I wanted a bit of Grant again. This situation was twice as dangerous since there were two of them but my alcoholic state said it was ok. I walked across in the semi dark and they were both naked and on top of the bed. She was a pretty girl. I would guess she was about 19 with dark long Hispanic hair and looks to match. Her tits were small but pert. She had large dark nipples and her breathing was steady. I crawled in at the bottom of the single bed and took Grant's soft cock in my mouth. It tasted of pussy juice and cum. I pushed my finger gently into the entrance of his hole and fingered around. His cock was obviously spent as it stayed at its shrunken 4 inches.

I moved across to the girl and started to lick her cunt. His cum was oozing out of her and taste was strong and overwhelming. She whimpered and her legs opened wide. I looked up as her hands grabbed the back of my head and pushed my lips into her gaping cunt. I climbed upwards and kissed her with the taste of her own juices and Grant's cum on my lips. She loved it and whispered, "Fuck me and make me cum."

I clambered on top and entered her in one push. Grant had opened her well in his short enthusiastic fuck. I had a feeling mine was not going to last any longer but I wanted to feel his cum on my cock. I gently rubbed my cock head around her little nib, causing her to gasp. I pushed into her and out to again rub her clitoris. I took her clitoris in my finger and rubbed it frantically as I fucked her. She orgasmed quite quickly as I fucked her. Her nails dug into my back and I felt myself go as my fluid pumped inside her. My cum was mixing with Grant's. When it was over, she thanked me, stood up dressing quite quickly and left a few moments later.

I lay beside Grant's naked body and pressed my softening cock against him. I gently kissed his lips and traced some of my cum droplets on them. He licked his lips in his sleep taking my seed into his mouth. I lay beside him for about half and hour desperately trying to stay awake as I traced his naked body with my fingers and stroked his soft cock and balls. I had to reluctantly go back to bed and finally slept.

He remembered little about his conquest the following day and thankfully nothing about me fucking her alongside him.

We flew home and continued our friendship for a further three months before he announced he had secured a job in London. I was devastated when he left. We promised to keep in touch and I visited him once and he returned the visit. It took me about 3 or 4 months to get the heartache out of my system. 

The cure was Ryan, a new assistant in the department. He likes football too and we were thinking of going to follow our team to an away match with an overnight in a twin room. I think I might enjoy it!



Forbidden Fruit



Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to rozezwild for her editing to make this a better story.

*

My wife's family was a rather close-knit one, even if they were large. They got together at the drop of a hat to talk and eat. Every holiday and birthday was a time of celebration. And until we moved a thousand miles away, the whole family lived within a hundred mile radius.

The wife's brother, the oldest of the clan, had three children himself. The oldest sister had two boys and four girls, the next sister had one boy and three girls, the middle sister had one boy and one girl, and the second youngest sister had two girls who were just older then our own. The brothers three and three of the oldest sister's group and two of the next one were the same age or older than my wife so it created quite an arrangement at the family gatherings. Those nephews and nieces were almost like brothers and sisters to her.

By that time we'd been married going on 14 years and had a daughter and two sons, the oldest approaching her eleventh birthday and the youngest just 3 months old - can you say "unplanned"? That is not the same as saying unwanted, though.

For the next fifteen years, we spent every vacation making the trek back to the homeland visiting relatives. There really wasn't much of a vacation to it but it gave us an opportunity to get caught up on doings in the family and let the kids get to know each other.

I had always had a stormy internal relationship with my youngest sister's family in particular. Because she - Danni - and my wife were so close in age, they had always been the best of friends as they were growing up. She married one of the nicest, most down-to-earth guys I'd ever met - Hank - and we all got along well. For a while after Dorothy and I (Edgar) got married, we lived in a house next door to Danni and Hank.

The stormy part wasn't being close to Danni and Hank - I always got along with them and they were the most generous people I knew. The problem was their daughters, Lee and Susan. Although they were as different as night and day, they were two cute - pretty - beautiful young women. Even as teenagers, they were sexy and outgoing and fun. And I had to find creative ways to occupy my mind about something other than them or I would have a constant hard-on in their presence. It any of the four of them had ever indicated that they knew about my inner thoughts, I would have died of mortification.

To say nothing of having lost my wife and all chance of having sex with her ever again! Not that I was getting all that much. Even in the best of times, Dorothy had me on a fairly light schedule, at least to my way of thinking. I talked to her about it frequently and she always agreed with me and promised to try to do better but it never changed ... for the better; sometimes it did get longer.

So I tried to talk with the girls about their school work or their ambitions or their sports interests ... anything to stay away from thinking about stripping their clothes off and attacking them. Man, it was hard ... and so was I! Every year it got harder. Because the family was close, they had this annoying habit of hugging everyone in the family every time the group came together ... well, at least all of the females went around hugging everyone; the men just shook hands, thank goodness.

Here the girls were, every year growing up and filling out, and every time we saw them again, they had to hug me and rub their bodies against me. Oh, I don't think they were trying to do anything sexual; it was just natural for them to hug closely and if that meant that I got a feel of every curve of their body, that's just the way it was. There was nothing wrong with that! Except I couldn't keep from thinking of it sexually.

I don't know when it was that I first noticed that Lee's hugs seemed to get a little longer and a little longer each time we met. They were both out of high school, Lee had a job and Susan was in college. That year Susan gave me the usual hug and moved on to hug her dad. Lee, on the other hand, gave me a hug - and hung on, telling me that she had missed us and it was good to see us again. She patted my back and kissed my cheek and I felt her nice sized breasts rubbing against my chest. Could I possibly escape before she felt my erection?

Maybe I did that day, but the week's stay was filled with gatherings and every one was worth a new hug apparently. When Lee walked into her mom and dad's house, she hugged everybody there as a welcome. Was it purely my imagination that she was spending more time with her arms around me than with others? Maybe that was it - just my imagination working overtime. But even that thought couldn't keep my cock from growing stiff while she was hugging and rubbing against me.

Lee had filled out so nicely. She was on the short side but she had curves where a sexy woman always had curves. What a beautiful big round bottom! And heavy handfuls on her chest. She was still just as cute, just as pretty as she'd always been, even though she was now in her early forties. She had been married for over 20 years and her only child was in college while her husband was a frequently traveller for work.

Although over the years our visits had become fewer than before as our children scattered and we spent some of our vacations following them. Still this particular year, we decided we were going to make it home for the annual family reunion. Danni and Hank opened their home to us for the time we would be in town and all of the other family would meet there whenever possible for visiting.

Most of the local family had come by the day we arrived and spent some time with us before Lee arrived after work. As usual she made the rounds, hugging everyone in the house and came to me last. She hugged and kissed and pressed against me - no way could I repress my reaction. I had an erection in seconds and I knew she felt it. In fact it seemed like her stomach pressed against it. I hugged back and rubbed my hand up and down her back. Seconds ticked into minutes before she finally pulled back a little, keeping on arm around my back. From there we talked and caught up on happenings in our lives.

The group decided to make their annual trek out to a cemetery to visit graves of relatives. Because I was having some residual leg problems from the long drive, my wife suggested I stay in and rest. I didn't argue. The rest of the group headed out to pile in Hank's vehicle for the trip together. I really thought it was as much another excuse to visit and gab as anything else but I didn't mind, since I didn't have to go.

I was a little surprised when, after the group pulled out, Lee came wandering back into the house. She said that she had decided to stay, just in case her husband, Phil, came home from his current assignment. She was pretty sure he wouldn't be home until Saturday but he might get home by today, Thursday.

Lee disappeared down the hall and I heard the bathroom door close so I eased back in the recliner and relaxed.

Five minutes later, Lee came sauntering back into the family room, her hips swaying deliciously. It also looked like her shirt was hiked up a little shorter than it had been but maybe I was mistaken. She flopped down on the edge of the sofa directly in front of me, muttering something about being tired. She slumped back against the cushion and I watched as her skirt rode up higher.

Every few minutes, she would ask me a question about the long drive down, then giggle after my answer. But what quickly caught my attention was the gradual spreading of her knees. Five minutes passed, then ten and her legs were spreading more and more and finally I could see that she was wearing no panties - yeah, I had no trouble verifying that she was a true blonde, from the curly golden pubes glistening in the artificial light. With a big sigh, she turned her head toward the fireplace and placed a hand on each thigh, pulled the skirt back against her waist.

Easing the recliner into an upright position, I slithered down to the floor and crawled across the intervening eight feet of carpet. Her eyes watched me, her face writhed in a big smile, as I approached.

Starting at her right knee, I licked up her inner thigh, watching her look of approval as I approached her body. Then I shifted to her left thigh and repeated the process. This time as I neared her center, her hands captured my ears and pulled me to her glistening slit. I turned into a greedy pig at a trough of fresh feed, licking and kissing and slurping everything in reach. My tongue passed over her little clit once on the way to piercing her open slick hole. Her soft little voice because a little girl's voice of approval, urging me on to tongue faster and harder and deeper.

I was amazed at how fast and how big her clit grew. It changed from a tiny nubbin to the size of the end of a fat Sharpie felt tip marker. She seemed to love having me suck on it and flick it with my tongue, then ignore it while my tongue delved inside her pussy, and back. It only took me maybe three minutes to get her to shaking and crying about cumming and then she flooded my face with tasty sticky liquid.

After licking up her juices, I slipped the palm of a hand under each of her buttocks and pulled her closer to me, then dug my tongue back into the depths of her sweet pussy. This time it took several minutes to get her back to the pinnacle of the mountain and dive off again but it was very rewarding. Again I slurped up her precious juices and licked her clean.

Then pushing behind each of her knees, I lifted her legs until they were pressed up beside her face, lifting her ass to my face. I licked her anal valley and heard her giggle. But when I pulled back, she pulled my head back to her ass. I centered on the little puckered opening and started tapping my tongue - tap, tap, tap. Then with a little push, I was inside her - probably not more than half or three-quarters of an inch but enough to tickle all the thousands of nerve endings in the tight ring around her opening. In and out, in and out, I moved my tongue. It took maybe 30 seconds for her to go ballistic.

"Oh, my God, Edgar, oh, Edgar, yes, Edgar," she called, huffing and puffing with exertion. Lee was the only one in the family that called me Edgar; everyone else just called me Ed.

I kept tongue fucking her ass when she came down and she let me for a few moments, but then she pulled my head away from her legs. I looked up questioningly.

"It's time to move on. You do want to move on, don't you?"

"How do you mean?"

"I want to be filled. Will you do that?"

Without a word, I rose onto my knees, unfastened my belt and jeans and pushed then down. My jockeys followed, letting my erection spring clean. I looked in Lee's eyes and she nodded. I put my cock at her wet entrance, slipped it up and down a couple of time to smear the lubrication and then eased it into her.

I was surprised at how tight she was, although it should have occurred to me that with her husband out of town for the last six weeks, she would be tight from lack of use. It took me several minutes to ease my cock into her wet pussy a little at a time.

When I finally bottomed out, I held our bodies together tightly for a while, letting my cock flex inside her occasionally. I reached for one of her breasts and suddenly she couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. She ripped the buttons of her dress open, clawed at the clasp of her bra and quickly released her beautiful twins to the open air - and the attention of my hands.

Gently lifting her legs to my shoulders, I began to slowly work my cock out and back into her wonderful love tunnel while my fingers explored and massaged her tits. To my surprise, Lee reached both arms around my hips and turned her hands to hold my buttocks, urging me to go as deeply into her pussy as I could reach. It only took a few minutes to get her to the first orgasm this way and then after ten more minutes she almost flipped her lid when she came again.

I bent over her and sucked her nipples for a few moments while she fought for her breathe. Then she pushed me away and said, "Time to change." She dropped her knees to the floor, leaned back over the sofa and offered me her pussy from behind. I slipped my cock back inside her and began to pump her pussy, holding her generous hips for leverage. I loved the feeling of driving deeply into her and I pumped her hard and fast. I felt my balls begin to boil and suddenly I was spurting my load into my niece's hot pussy.

Holding my cock tightly in her pussy, I closed my eyes and savored every last second of my climax. As the fourth spurt shot into her, Lee, shivered and climaxed again, her cunt tightening noticeably around my shaft.

Clumsily flipping over because of the clothes gathered at my knees, I dropped to the carpet in a sitting position, slumping back against the sofa cushion. My eyes closed and I was lost in reverie of the wonder of fucking such a desirable young woman.

Suddenly I felt her leg cross my lap and settle beside my thigh. She sat on me, then leaned forward, resting her body on my chest and her head on my shoulder. I could not believe what had just happened in the last hour or so - I had always wanted it to but never dreamed that it actually would. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.

Twenty minutes later, Lee was gently rocking her ass on top of my cock, which was beginning to show signs of life again. After a few more minutes, I was hard again and ready to play. She suddenly jumped up and disappeared, probably going to pee. However when she came back, she had a tube of KY Jelly. Vigorously she applied it to my cock and then worked it into her anus before offering me her lubed back door.

Although she was tight, I was amazed at how easily I slipped into her ass hole. When I was too slow, she shoved her bottom back onto my cock, pressing my whole shaft into her bowels. What a magnificent feeling holding my member inside her tight channel! 

Looking over her shoulder, she said, "We'd better not take too much more time, Edgar. The group might get home pretty soon. You'd better fuck me now."

The thought of being caught by the family just made the situation that much hotter. My cock jumped inside her in anticipation and I felt her ring of muscle tighten and relax, tighten and relax. I started to fuck her ass with a steady pumping motion, holding her swaying tits tightly as I crammed my cock back into her bowels with each stroke. Lee began moving backward every time I pushed forward, causing my crotch to slap into her round buns with a smack. As I picked up the pace, so did she, pushing back at me just as hard as I was pushing into her.

She started to gush, "Oh, yes, Edgar, I love it, keep fucking my ass, faster, yeah, that's it, I love it, I love it, I LOVE IT!"

She climaxed, her ass clamping around my cock with force and holding me inside. When the waves passed after a few seconds, her anus relaxed again while her body sagged noticeably. I resumed my pumping motion and soon she was again thrusting back to meet my inward strokes. In just a few more minutes, my balls contracted and began spitting my seed into her ass. I kept stroking, even after the last trickle had oozed into her, wanting to bring her off one more time. My muscles were screaming from the adrenaline burn and I was just about to give up when a little titillation by two fingers around her clit seemed to do the trick, sending her over the edge once more. We collapsed in a heap on the sofa cushion.

Ten minutes later, Lee stirred enough to lean over to hug and kiss me. She said, "We'd better get cleaned up before the bunch comes home."

I followed her down the hall to the bathroom and we cleaned up together and then dressed. As we walked back to the den, she said, "I guess we can't ever do this again, huh?"

"No, I guess not," I agreed reluctantly.

We were sitting at the kitchen bar sipping iced tea and talking about Lee's latest hobby when the group came clumping in.

***** The following day, the sisters decided to have a get-together and exclude all husbands. Hank had work to do, while the older guys all had their usual schedules to follow, so my wife suggested I spend the day working on my photography around the city. Late in the morning, I took off, camera in hand, her cell phone in my pocket (in case she needed to check on me or change plans), planning to see how the skyline had changed since we'd been away.

Two blocks away, I passed by Lee and Phil's house and my plan took a quick detour - Lee's car was in the driveway. As short distance further, I pulled to the curb and stopped. Pulling out the cell phone, I found Lee's number coded into memory and pushed Send.

"Hello?" she responded.

"Hi. It's me. Are you all right?"

"Oh, hi! I'm marvellous. Couldn't be better. Where are you?"

"Right down the street. I was passing and noticed your car. You're not working today?"

"No. I have Fridays off. Didn't you know?"

"No, I didn't. Have you heard from Phil?"

"Oh ... yeah. He's not going to make it home this weekend. They've got several more days work on the line so it will be sometime next week."

"Oh. Sorry, sweetie."

"Oh, that's okay. Happens all the time."

"So ... what are you doing today?"

"Well ... I was just ... relaxing ... goofing off. What are you doing?"

"I was going to make some pictures downtown."

"Oh, yeah? That sounds like fun. Want some company?"

"I'd love it."

"Okay. Give me a couple of minutes. I'll be right out."

"Great."

She disconnected so I put my phone away and then backed the short distance to her house. Maybe three minutes later she came dashing out of the house and jumped into her car. The garage door began to open as she started the car and then she pulled inside. The door began to close and she ducked back into the open, heading for my car.

"I'm so glad you called, Edgar," she said in her unique voice, settling into the seat beside me.

"I didn't know if you'd want to see me today." I pulled away from the curb and headed ... who knew where?

"Why not?"

"After yesterday?"

"Honey, after yesterday, you are all I can think about."

"Oh? No regrets?"

"No! Why would I have regrets? Do you?"

"No, I don't."

"Well, neither do I. I've wanted that for a long, long time. I just wish you hadn't waited so many years."

"So do I, but ... "

"I know. Family ties. They can be a pain." She giggled.

"Yeah! I could never be ... sure."

"I know, Edgar. I'm sorry about that. I just couldn't make up my mind. Now I'm glad we did it. What are we going to do today?"

I glanced at her. "I don't know. Do you want to try again?"

"Absolutely! We'll have to get you some pictures but I hope there's some 'us' time too."

"Sugar, there will be!"

For the next 45 minutes, I concentrated on the drive from the suburbs to the downtown area, a place where I had worked 30 to 40 years before. I couldn't believe how much the skyline had changed - yeah, I had seen it before but somehow you just don't see those things. Several times I pulled into a spot where I could snap some shots with my digital camera, then we'd move in closer until we were among the towering skyscrapers. I found that I could easily get a wide variety of pictures right from the driver's window of my car, just by pulling to the curb for a few seconds out of the rush of traffic. By early afternoon, I had all the pictures I wanted.

Putting my camera away, I turned to Lee and asked, "What would you like to do now?"

"Find a motel and fuck," was her quick response.

Moving away from downtown and staying on the north side, away from our suburb on the south, I pulled into an inexpensive motel as she directed. After a quick check-in, we went into the room. It wasn't much but it would be fine for our purposes. Turning up the air conditioner full blast, Lee began stripping off her clothes. I followed suit.




Forbidden Fruit



As soon as she was on the bed, I climbed between her legs and began licking but she stopped me. "I want to lick you too."

She had me turn on my back and then she climbed on top, her twat spread above my face while she began to fondle my cock. I was soon lost in the sweetness of her pussy, both in taste and fragrance.

For over three hours, we sucked, licked, fingered, fucked and rested, then started all over again. Sex with my wife had never been so intense nor so active. It was far and away the best pussy I had ever fucked - sweet and tender and loving. We kissed deeply and sensuously, for long periods of time, only breaking apart occasionally to catch our breath.

We had just finished another wonderful exploration of her anus when, a little after five o'clock, her cell phone rang. She pulled it our, her eyes raised in a "why now?" expression.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, just doing a little shopping."

"No, not that I can think of."

"Okay. What time?"

"Seven thirty? Sure, that would be good."

"No, he's not going to be home until next week."

"Okay, See ya."

She tossed the phone back in her purse. "That was Mom. The bunch is having dinner at her house and I'm invited."

Just then my own phone rang. I scrambled for it.

"Hello?"

"Going pretty good. Got lots of pictures." 

"Working my way around the north side now."

"Yeah, probably in a couple of hours."

"Okay, I can make that, I think."

"Right. Bye."

I tossed the phone onto my clothes laying in a chair. "The wife. Wanted to know if I'd make it back in time for a 7:30 dinner."

We both laughed. Lee climbed out of bed and brought back a warm washcloth, which she used to thoroughly clean my cock. The tender, loving care she gave it began to bring it back to life and by the time she was finished, I was hard again. This time she straddled me and lowered herself until her pussy engulfed my staff. 

As she dropped to my chest and hovered above my mouth, she said, "We'd better hurry if we're going to make it on time."

She started slowly but was soon banging her ass up and down my shaft like a hummingbird's wings as it hovered at a feeder. It didn't take her long to get me to the pinnacle and she arrived just before me. Hastily we cleaned up, dressed and left.

*****

The next day was Saturday, the day of the annual family reunion. In the morning, everything was rather hectic getting ready for it. Danni and Hank had a lot of the common goods, since she was the current year's chairman of the event, a rotating responsibility. The primary attraction of the meal was a fish fry, which several of the men had agreed to handle on their campfire deep fryers. Hank was one of those.

We went in separate vehicles, since there was a need for Danni and Hank to arrive early. The event was to be held in a local park under a reserved pavilion and it turned out to be ideal. Although people straggled in and out all afternoon, there were nearly a hundred people in all. It turned out to be a really fun time.

In mid-afternoon, they started a number of events that broke the crowd up into smaller groups, some for board games, some for horseshoes, some for fishing, some for various other things. I was wandering around, not really into any of the events, when Lee appeared at my side.

"Hey! I've got to run to the house for a few minutes to get some information Phil needs. Would you mind running me over there? Dorothy said I should ask you since you didn't seem to be too busy."

Well, if the wife suggested it, who was I to turn it down. We headed to my car.

It was only a 15 minute drive to her house. When I pulled into the drive, Lee said, "I'm not sure how long this will take so come on in out of the heat."

I followed her in, hoping that she had more in mind than staying cool. She did.

She went directly to a desk in the family room. Standing there, she pulled off her flimsy top and pushed her shorts to the floor. Her bra and panties soon joined the heap. I didn't wait for an invitation. While she bent over the desk rifling through papers, my rigid cock sluiced through her wet petals, bumping her ass and eliciting a moan of approval.

Lee orgasmed several minutes before me but it felt so good to fill her love box with my juices. She pushed me toward a sofa while she pulled out a paper and dialed the phone.

"Hi, hon, it's me. Yeah, I found it. You were right. You filed it on March third ... uh, huh."

"Okay, bye."

Lee came over where I lay slumped back against the couch, my legs stretched in front of me. She looked at my flaccid member and asked, "Do you think we've got time to do it again?"

"Sure," I grinned.

Her hand began working my still slick member. In a few minutes, I was ready so she threw a leg over me and settled around my flagpole, finally starting a long slow rocking motion that send my staff bouncing off all the walls of her vagina. When I began to massage her boobs while she rocked, her closed-eye expression was pure satisfaction.

Several minutes later, we came at almost the same instant, after which Lee let me swab her tonsils with my tongue.

Still laying on my chest, her head just under my chin, Lee asked, "Do you like my titties?"

"Yes, sweetie, I certainly do."

"Do you like my pussy?"

"Oh, baby, I love your pussy!"

"Do you like my ass?"

"Yes, sweetheart, I love your ass too."

"I wonder why Phil doesn't like to fuck as much as you do ...?"

"I don't know, honey. Sometimes things just happen and men lose their sex drive. I know if you and I were close, I'd try to keep your pussy and ass oozing with my cum all the time."

She giggled, "I know you would, Uncle Edgar. And you know what? I'd let you too."

"Baby, I kind of had that impression. Do you like the way I ... well, you know?"

"Fuck? Yes! Suck? Yes! Lick my ass? YES! Oh, my god! I never knew that could feel so good, Edgar. That was wonderful."

"Baby, I thought so too. I love your ass."

"Hm, I guess we'd better get back."

I noticed that Lee pulled on her panties without cleaning my cum out of her pussy. That gave me a certain sense of satisfaction, especially when we returned to the reunion and I sat beside my wife. She gave me a pat on the leg and never missed a beat of her conversation.

Sunday the sisters had decided to gather and drive out into the country to visit another of the family cemetery plots. It would take about two hours to get there, maybe a couple of hours visiting and reminiscing time and another couple of hours back. With five women in the car and Hank doing the driving there was no room for anyone else so the wife asked if I'd mind staying in town. I had no objection.

Ten minutes after they left, Lee walked in the door with one thing on her mind - sex. And the day was filled with it. We turned each other every which way except loose. We tried every position we could think of. We used all orifices - at least twice. At 5:33 PM, I was closing my belt and Lee was buttoning her top when the crowd walked in, full of their trip.

Monday I didn't see Lee at all. Tuesday Phil returned home and they joined us for dinner that evening. 

Wednesday, however, I was out with my camera late in the morning when she called on the cell phone. She asked for Dorothy but I think she was just being safe. When I answered, she asked if I could meet her at a motel near her office. She was taking a long lunch. I was there in twelve minutes.

Lee had already checked in and was waiting with an open door. No sooner had it closed than she was pulling at my clothes and I at hers. Our first coupling was animalistic - hard, fast, filled with pure need. After a short rest and some tender finger attention to bring my probe back to life, we spent the next hour in slow, loving connection. Finally with my muscles failing me, she pulled me down on top of her, arms and legs wrapped around my torso, hugging and kissing me for a long time before she said she had to get back to work.

That evening, the whole crowd gathered at our favorite Tex-Mex restaurant for dinner. There were 16 of us sitting at a long table - actually several smaller tables pushed together. About half way through the meal, Phil was telling me about his last six weeks' job when Lee's foot came up under the table and slipped into my crotch. For the rest of the evening, she kept flexing her toes on my cock while I tried to have a reasonable conversation with her husband and keeping my wife from getting suspicious. The long table cloth helped.

In the parking lot afterwards, there was a lot of hugging and kissing, since we would be starting the trek home the following morning. I know the sisters all got a feel of my still engorged cock but everyone politely ignored it; I still got all my hugs from every woman there. By design or circumstance, Lee was the last and took a little extra time.

Just before she broke away, she whispered, "I really loved everything that happened, Edgar. Thank you."

I didn't trust myself to speak but gave her an extra squeeze. I had told her several times what I really felt about her.

Throughout the following year, I often thought about Lee and our exploits. I was sure it would never happen again but it had been so very magnificent while it lasted. I began mid-year to tell the wife that I thought she deserved to attend the next reunion and it didn't take much convincing to get her excited about it. When the time came, she was packed and eager to leave.

As always, the trip was a long and tiring one and we spread it over two very long days. By the time we arrived in early evening of the second day, I was nearly a walking zombie. It made me realize that I was no longer a young man who could do those kinds of things and feel no impact.

As usual, we were staying with Danni and Hank. Within an hour of our arrival, the second and third oldest sister had arrived and joined in the melee of hugs and kisses and "catch-up" conversations. It was a madhouse. A little later the group swelled with the arrival of Susan, her husband and two children. Things had just gotten settled down when Lee and Phil came in.

Phil quickly made the rounds of the ladies, getting his hugs and greetings, then shaking hands with all the men. Lee was much slower, spending more time with all of the ladies, especially my wife. A good half-hour had passed before she got to the first of the men. Her hugs were tight but short - until she got to me. She pressed herself against me and squeezed us together tightly.

As usual I had taken up a place at the end of the kitchen bar, sort of behind everyone else. I kept thinking Lee would break away, and she finally did - sort of. Her left hand dropped from my back and snaked between us, where her hand came up with a handful of my family jewels.

I quickly glanced around surreptitiously but realized that no one could see on that side and no one was paying attention to us anyway. Everyone was talking with someone; Phil and Hank were involved in an animated conversation about machinery, along with Susan's husband, Rob.

Lee must have fondled me for a full minute while I worried about being caught. In the meantime, my cock grew stiff and pushed out the front of my jeans, so I knew I'd have another problem as soon as she moved away.

Lee obviously knew what she had done to me. She pivoted in place to face the other people, seated around a rough circle. Then, to my chagrin, she bent over to pick up a napkin from the floor, rubbing her ass back into my raging hard-on and making it that much worse. I think she took longer than she had to just to pick up a little item like that. However, when she stood up, she inched away so we weren't touching and stood there for quite a while contributing to the conversations among the women.

As the night progressed, the sisters made plans to go visit a favorite cousin the following day. As usual, the wife asked if I'd mind staying behind since the car would be full. As usual, I had absolutely no objections. As Phil and Lee walked out the door, she turned and winked at me. I had a feeling my day would not be dull.

The end.



Forbidden Fruit



[AN AFTERNOON IN JUNE:]

Roger stroked in and out gently, running his hands over Melissa's beautiful body. He couldn't get enough of touching her—her skin was so perfect, her breasts and legs and ass were all so firm. "Nothing like a 25-year old body," he thought to himself.

This was their second time making love that afternoon. It was nearly always the same when they got together: the first time they coupled energetically, almost frantically. Roger was always extremely excited to see Melissa as her slim body emerged from her clothes, and she responded with wonderful eagerness to him. Usually they fell into one another's arms and fucked hard in the missionary position, or sometimes doggy-style.

Then they had some delicious recovery time together, snuggling, stroking each other, murmuring affectionately. And after 45 minutes or so—sometimes sooner if Melissa used her mouth to get him going again—Roger was ready for seconds.

She was lying on her back now, with Roger on his right side and at right angles to her, firmly plugged into her pussy, her legs spread and lying over his body. In this position they could smile at one another, and if he leaned forward they could kiss. Better still, his hands were free to caress her beautiful firm breasts, or slide down and tease her clit as they fucked.

Roger had never known a woman whose approaching climax was so evident: Melissa always began to tremble and groan, and then her trembling grew more violent in the last few seconds before her orgasm. He sometimes slowed down a little to tease her, to draw out those last few seconds, until she grabbed him and cried out, "do it!", and they rushed together to their conclusion.

This was the sixth time they'd been together, and each time had been better and better. Roger didn't know for sure why Melissa wanted to be with him, a man 14 years older; but he thanked the Gods for her beauty and her eager willingness.

He bent forward to suckle her left breast, at the same time beginning a circular caressing of her clit. After no more than a minute of the increased stimulation Melissa began to tremble, and he heard her moan. Roger gradually accelerated his strokes, while maintaining his attention to her breast and clit, until she spasmed ecstatically, crying out and twisting her hips around. Unable to hold back, Roger plunged into her clasping cunt a few more times and shouted out the joy of his own climax.

As they lay together, catching their breath, smiling at one another, Roger reached for her hand. They interlaced fingers and gently squeezed.

Just then Roger heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Before he could do more than turn his head towards the bedroom door, it was flung open and he saw the shocked, staring face of his wife.

"What the...? Roger, you... you BASTARD!" Kathy screeched.

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[SIX YEARS EARLIER:]

Whenever Kathy thought about it later, whenever she tried to deal with her guilt, she remembered it as a combination of several things one after another—a kind of "Perfect Storm". Somehow that made it easier to forgive herself, to live with what she was doing.

The first factor had been the "Seven-Year Itch," though for Kathy it came in Year 9 of their marriage. She and Roger had met while she was an undergrad at Indiana University and he was a grad student. They married after about a year of dating, a month after her graduation and just a week before her 22nd birthday. 

Two years later Roger had finished his Ph.D. and been hired at Notre Dame. They'd lived happily in South Bend ever since. In just seven years Roger had published two books and a number of important articles, and everyone expected him to become the youngest full professor in the history of his department.

Kathy got her M.A. in counseling and found a rewarding job as a guidance counselor at Riley High School in South Bend. She loved her work, loved her husband, loved their life. They had no children: because of a congenital deformity Kathy could not safely bear children, so she had to take birth-control pills to prevent a pregnancy. But this mattered surprisingly little to her and Roger. They loved one another and were happy in each other's company. They had 4 nieces and nephews whom they saw at holidays, and they found that that was enough child-contact to suit them both.

So things were great—weren't they?

At 30 Kathy started to find herself growing restless, above all sexually. She and Roger had an active and satisfying sex life, in her opinion. They made love several times a week, and they were reasonably spontaneous and experimental. No kinky stuff like bondage—but they were happy to try different positions, different rooms of the house. Roger was a bit more conventional, maybe a little more uptight than Kathy was, but they did pretty well.

But that year she found her mind wandering. She had more and more sexy dreams, most of them involving men other than Roger—men she'd seen on the street, the husband of a friend, or, most often, faceless men with big cocks who took her forcefully and made her scream with pleasure.

It got bad enough that she ventured to mention it over lunch one day to Teresa, a fellow guidance counselor and her best friend. To her surprise and relief Teresa didn't laugh at her—instead she nodded and said, "believe me, honey, I know just what you mean. About two years ago I had the same thing—thought I was gonna go crazy!"

Kathy was fascinated. "What did you do about it?"

Teresa giggled. "I just suffered for a couple of months. I even began to fantasize about another man, you know? But Hank would have absolutely killed me, and I just wasn't prepared to risk my marriage.

"So I did two things. First, I bought a vibrator." She laughed. "I had some lovely afternoons with that thing, believe me!

"Seriously, it really helped, for a while. And then I sat down with Hank and talked to him about it."

Teresa saw the shock on Kathy's face and laughed. "I didn't say, 'baby, I want to screw someone else'. I said, 'honey, I seem to be going through a horny phase right now—how would you feel about our doing a little experimenting?'

"Needless to say Hank didn't see anything wrong with that idea! We talked about fantasies, about things we'd never tried but would like to, and for several months we had a hell of a lot of fun.

"Thank goodness he and I can talk about that stuff, Kathy. It eventually slowed down, got back into the typical marital rut, but we played some games and tried new things and it was just what I needed."

Kathy looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure I could do that with Roger. We have a lot of fun together, but I'm afraid my...fantasies might threaten him a little. Especially—"

She leaned forward and said quietly, "I've been having dreams about men who are, let's just say, 'very large'." She giggled. "And I don't think that Roger would deal with that all that well."

Teresa said, "you never know, Kath. As long as it's just fantasy and play-acting, he might be really into it. But you know Roger much better than I do. If it seems dangerous, you might just go the vibrator route. I can recommend them highly!"

Both women laughed loud and long—enough for other patrons of the restaurant to glance over with a smile, wondering what the joke was.

***************

Kathy promised herself that she'd think seriously about talking with Roger, and seeing what they might do to liven up their sex life. But just a week later came the bomb threat. That September there were 17 bomb-scares in the South Bend public schools, and in one case a bomb had actually gone off, injuring three students. So everyone was very much on edge. The Superintendent had issued a clear order: for any future threat, the school was to be emptied within three minutes, no exceptions.

When the call came Kathy was sent down to the locker rooms to make sure all the kids who had P.E. that period got safely out. She quickly found the two female instructors, who were already on top of the situation—but for some reason the two male instructors were nowhere to be found. (It later turned out one was on the phone in his office, and the other had sneaked out for a cigarette; he got suspended without pay for a week.)

In desperation, and truly not knowing what else to do, Kathy ran into the boys' locker room, yelling "there's a bomb threat—you've got to get out! Grab your clothes and get out of the building."

Not surprisingly, the boys weren't expecting an attractive female guidance counselor, and they looked at her in shock before following her instructions and hurriedly jumping into their clothes. Kathy was embarrassed and apologetic—but not so shaken that she failed to notice a number of extremely well-built, and totally naked, 18-year old seniors. She got to look at more cocks in person that day than she had ever seen in her life (which was three: her younger brother when he was a kid, her first college boyfriend, and Roger).

At the time, Kathy was all business. She kept shouting, got the kids out the door, searched the locker room to make sure no one was left behind, and then went outside to her own assigned position. (It turned out the bomb threat was a false one.)

Afterwards, though, she spent hours replaying every moment of the scene. The bare, mostly hairless chests; the lean bodies of the boys on the swim team, and the stockier ones of some of the football players; and the cocks. Circumcised and not, big and small, fat and thin, some hidden in bushes of pubic hair, others swinging proudly. In her mind she wished she'd had an hour in there! She'd have studied them all, held them, tasted them... Oh God, had she really thought that?

She was unbelievably aroused—and alarmed. At home she masturbated frantically almost every day for a week, and pleased her surprised husband by jumping him on a couple of days as soon as he walked in the door. She planned to buy a vibrator the next time she could get to a sex-toy store safely out of town somewhere.

After ten days or so she started to relax again, as the wild fantasies eased their grip on her a bit. Except for Tom Bjornsen. She knew him already—her job was to work with the brightest Riley students, the top college-bound ones, and help prepare them for SATs and AP tests. Bjornsen was a senior, the third-ranked student in the class, and undoubtedly headed for an Ivy League school or the University of Michigan.

He was also a tight end on the football team, tall and muscular and very well-built. And, it turned out, the possessor of the largest penis Kathy had ever seen outside of a porn video (she and Roger had rented one a couple of times). Kathy simply couldn't get it, and him, out of her mind.

***************

Kathy's fantasies were still just that—fantasies—until something else happened. Teresa came back from a statewide meeting of the Guidance Counselors' Association with a scandalous story, and she couldn't wait to tell Kathy.

It seems a woman from a downstate high school had been caught having an affair with a 19-year old Special Ed student she'd been advising. She was supposed to be helping him with reading; but their work together at school had turned into one-on-one sessions at her apartment (her husband traveled a lot) where nobody cracked a book.

"The funny thing, Kath, is that they never would have been found out except that they took a bath together and flooded the bathroom. It dripped into the downstairs apartment and when the old man from downstairs came up to yell at her, he caught them without any clothes on.

"The boys' mom knew about the 'counseling sessions' but assumed it was all on the up-and-up—she was happy that the school was giving her son extra help! And obviously the boy wasn't complaining—free pussy for a 19-year old? I'm sure he thought he'd died and gone to heaven!"

Kathy made all the right noises—how shocking, what a betrayal of all their professional ethics, etc. But inside she was thinking about Tom. Tom the Ivy-bound senior. Tom the student who came to her office once every week for an hour, to work on his Biology and Chemistry AP preparation...

That night she was as horny as she had ever been. She desperately wanted to fuck Roger for a couple of hours, fantasizing about Tom as she did so. But Roger was out of town at a conference, and she had to content herself with repeated, exhausting bouts of masturbation.

***************

Even then, even with everything that happened within a few weeks, nothing would have happened—Kathy was sure of it—except for Tom. It turns out that Tom was not only horny (and what high school senior isn't?) but a flirt. A confident flirt.

She'd met with him once since the bomb-threat, and he'd already teased her a little. "Hey, Mrs. H., that must have been awful for you in the locker room, huh? Having to stare at all of us with nothing on!"

She'd tried to laugh it off, but she could feel herself blushing and she was sure Tom noticed.

"Tom, I happen to be a grown woman—what makes you think I'd be interested in looking at a bunch of boys?"

He just grinned, and said, "we're all seniors, Mrs. H., and we're all 18. We're not exactly boys anymore."

The next time they met was after Kathy heard the story of the downstate counselor and her boy-toy, and she was blushing practically before Tom even came into the room. Somehow he knew what was in her mind. He sat across from her, slouched down in his chair with his knees spread, as if presenting his large bulge for her approval.

She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on chemistry; but the sardonic look on his face made it impossible. After about five minutes of her stuttering about equations, Tom stood up, walked around behind her desk, lifted her to her feet and kissed her.

Kathy was shocked—she tried to push him away but he held her tightly, keeping his lips on hers. Only after 30 seconds or so did he ease back, smiling into her eyes. To Kathy's horror she was breathing hard, and she could feel her panties were damp.

"Tom! For goodness sakes, what are you..." she hissed, carefully keeping her voice down.

Rather than letting her finish the sentence Tom leaned toward her for another kiss, and this time he slid his hands down her back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them forward against him. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and her dampness increasing.

This time when he broke the kiss he slid his lips to her ear and spoke softly.

"I saw how you looked at me in the locker room, Mrs. H. And you haven't been able to look me in the eye since then, have you?"

"No Tom, that's ridiculous, I..."

"You've been thinking about what you saw, about what's inside these shorts, I think. And if you haven't, how come you're not yelling for help? The Assistant Principal would be here in 20 seconds."

Tom pulled back and gazed at her, a broad smile still on her face. "Are you going to yell?"

Kathy had never been so at a loss in her life. "No, Tom...no, I'm not. But you've got to..."

That was as far as she got. Tom kissed her again, and began unbuttoning her blouse. In less time than seemed possible he had her bra off and was suckling one breast while caressing the other with his large hand, teasing the nipple and driving her totally crazy. She was pressing his head against her breast, and humping her hips against him.

Just when Kathy thought she might come just from his caresses of her breasts, Tom pulled away, grinning. He moved unhurriedly to her office door and quietly locked it. Turning back to Kathy, who still stood numbly behind her desk, he led her to the front of it, reached under her skirt and yanked off her panties, then seated her on the desk with her legs spread wide.

"Tom...Tom, we can't! I don't..."

This time Kathy's words were halted not by Tom's kiss but by the sight of his erect cock appearing as he stepped out of his shorts and boxers. It was enormous! It had to be nine inches at least, and much much thicker than Roger's.

While Kathy stared, Tom moved in between her legs, lifted her skirt, and started teasing her lips and clit with the end of his cock. She started to tremble; she could hear and feel her own wetness. After a minute Tom took Kathy's hand, put it on his dick, and helped her guide it into her slippery tunnel.

It took a while to get the angle right—Tom had to ease her back a bit, and bend his knees a little—and for her to adjust to his size. Finally, after several minutes, he was all the way in, groaning softly with the pleasure of it.

Kathy had her fist in her mouth—she knew that if she weren't careful she'd cry out and bring someone running. As Tom began to ease in and out she clung to him, shivering, with her other arm, and let the incredible sensations flood over her. She'd never felt so full in her life, or so excited.

Tom didn't last long, but it was plenty of time for her to come twice with exquisite pleasure, covering her moans and cries desperately with her hand. As Tom ejaculated into her he kissed her hard, pulling her head to his with one hand behind her neck.

They collapsed together, Tom on top of her, and gasped for breath as they rested on the desk. It took forever for Kathy to regain some semblance of composure, and to sit up and gently push him away. Tom sank back into his chair, grinning, his flaccid dick lolling hugely between his legs.

"Tom," she said weakly, "Tom, that was a mistake. It was...it was exciting, but...

"But it can never happen again," she continued, a bit more firmly, her mind beginning to reel with guilt and with fear of the possible consequences.

"That was totally unprofessional and inappropriate, and...and, and it can never happen again."

Tom continued to smile at her. Finally he said, "yes, Mrs. H., I understand. But that was amazing—YOU were amazing. You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen, do you know that?"

She blushed, ever more aware of her own recent frenzied excitement and of the matted, soaked bush between her legs. "Yes, Tom...and, and you were amazing too.

"But we have to stop—you understand that, don't you?" she continued, almost desperately. She felt confused, and totally miserable.

He nodded, and they sat a few minutes longer, looking at one another. Tom's face wore a relaxed smile, Kathy's a look of nervous shock.

Then Tom stood up, and walked back to the desk, right up in front of Kathy. He held up his cock for her to look at. "Would you suck this?" he said very quietly.

"Tom! Tom, I just said we couldn't..." Her voice trailed off. He didn't say anything further, just looked at her, and watched her look at his dick.

Then Tom took Kathy's hand and helped her off the desk. Leading her back to his chair, he sat down, and gently urged her down to her knees between his legs. Kathy didn't resist; and when she was there, she just gazed at his cock, which was starting to thicken and flex upwards towards her.

Tom put her hand on it, and she began to stroke it gently. As it rose towards her, Kathy leaned forward and sucked it into her mouth. Still only half-hard, its thickness wasn't too much for her to accommodate, and she licked and sucked it eagerly, no longer thinking about the situation, only about the pleasure of having this enormous organ in her mouth.

Tom let her work on him for several minutes, until he was rock-hard again and Kathy's mouth could barely accommodate him. Then he lifted her onto his lap and slowly impaled her a second time, and they fucked.

When it was over they both were exhausted, Kathy in particular so drained she could hardly speak. With a delicacy and gentleness that surprised her, Tom helped clean her soaking vagina with some tissues, then eased her panties back on and helped her with her bra and blouse.

It was only a minute or two before the end of their scheduled hour together. Kathy looked at Tom, suddenly feeling desperately frightened, and said, "Tom?" She was near tears.




Forbidden Fruit



Standing at the door with his bookbag he just smiled at her, and made the gesture of zipping his mouth shut. Then he unlocked the door and left the room.

***************

That wasn't the end of it, of course. Kathy alternated between horrified guilt and uncontrollable arousal for the next several days, making ample use of her own hands and Roger's cock to soothe her feelings somewhat. She couldn't believe what she had done, and she was absolutely mortified. But she was also turned-on constantly, and she sometimes had to change her panties two or three times a day.

The following week Kathy's firm resolve to make her tryst with Tom a one-time thing lasted no longer than it took for Tom to embrace her and start to caress her breasts through her bra. They did it again, twice, and to Kathy's amazement her excitement was even greater this time.

By the next week Kathy had acquired a portable "white noise" generator for her office, the kind of thing therapists use to keep confidential conversations from being overheard. She began to use it with all her advisees, explaining that the school walls were not so thick and she wanted to protect everyone's privacy.

That week Kathy also managed to slow Tom down enough—between the first and second fucks—to have a little talk. She made sure he understood that their exposure would not only mean the end of her career, but a scandal that would ruin his hopes of getting into a leading college. To her relief, Tom understood perfectly; what followed was a serious conversation about secrecy and discretion in which they saw completely eye-to-eye. The fact that Tom was also cheating on his girlfriend Diane made him all the more eager to keep their secret.

Kathy persuaded Tom without difficulty that they had to continue the academic work they were supposed to be doing, so that his test scores did not suffer. In the following weeks they worked out a predictable, if thoroughly enjoyable, schedule.

Each hour began with a quick fuck—both were so worked-up that virtually no foreplay was needed. They then took about 30 minutes to study together, relaxed and at least half-undressed; and the hour concluded with a more leisurely second round of sex, followed by a few minutes of making themselves presentable again and opening the window to air out the office.

Handling her guilt, and her absolute terror of discovery, turned out to be far easier than Kathy had feared. She still loved her husband and still enjoyed making love with him, so it was not hard to behave as though those things were still true. She even found that her fling with Tom sometimes led to hotter sex with Roger, though she was careful never to do anything with him that they hadn't previously done.

Since Kathy's work day ended by 3:30 she had ample time to shower, wash her hair, and rinse out her aromatic panties before Roger got home from the University each day. And even her fear that he would notice her looseness if he made love to her the same day she'd had Tom turned out not to be a problem—just a few hours did the trick.

And the guilt? At first it was enormous—crushing. Roger was in nearly every respect the best husband she could imagine. He was a little abstracted, a little distant at times, simply because like many academics he was often working out intellectual problems in his head.

But he was loving, kind, very affectionate, supportive...he was a great partner, and all she'd ever wanted.

So what the hell was she doing with Tom? And why couldn't she stop? As time went by she tried out all the usual rationalizations. Roger will never know, so it can't hurt him. I'm still every bit as loving to him as I've ever been. It's not like I'm really betraying him—I'm not in love with Tom or anything. It's just sex, it doesn't really mean anything.

Kathy was self-aware enough to know how shallow and false each of these statements was. But the fact was that she adored what she was doing. The pure thrill of sex with Tom, his enormous cock, the fact that he was still a student and therefore forbidden fruit, it was more than she could resist. And she assuaged her own guilt by repeating to herself that it would all end in June when Tom graduated. It would all have been a crazy, wild, wrong thing. And it would be over; and no one would ever know; and she could go back to being a faithful, loving, ordinary wife, doing all she could to show Roger how much she loved him.

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June arrived, and Kathy began to experience the bittersweet anticipation of the end of her fling with Tom (she couldn't bear to think of it as an affair). She would miss the sex, the wild excitement, the secrecy; and she would miss Tom, who was smart and sweet and a very nice young man (even beyond his marvelous equipment). But she would be so glad to be done with the fear, the nightmarish visions of exposure, divorce, and public humiliation that filled her mind at times. She looked forward to being totally honest with her friend Teresa again, not having to conceal anything from her. And it would be something of a relief to devote herself fully to one man, to the husband she loved.

In retrospect she could hardly believe how easy it had been to keep Roger in the dark about what she was doing. She imagined it must be because her two worlds remained so separate: Tom had her once a week, for an hour, in her locked office at school. They never met any other time, never spoke on the phone. When she was away from work she could be the same loving wife she'd always been, give Roger the same attention and affection as in years past. Her hour with Tom each week was like a good squash game: invigorating, refreshing, pleasurable, relaxing—and nothing more. Or so she tried to tell herself, though she was too honest to completely believe it.

She and Tom were snuggling in her office after sex when he surprised her. "You gonna miss me?"

"You bet!" she replied, smiling, kissing the end of his nose. "But you're going to be fucking those cute Princeton girls next year, you won't have time to think about old me."

"And who are you gonna be fucking next year?"

"My husband," she replied, a little puzzled.

"No one else?" Tom said with a grin. "Not, say, Arturo Sanders? I know you'll be working with him—he's the total genius of the junior class, taking like four AP courses next year. And he's a hunk. Even Diane thinks he's completely hot; and she hasn't seen him in the locker room like I have."

Kathy knew from the look on Tom's face that he was teasing her with that last sentence, waiting for her to ask. She pretended disinterest, but he wasn't fooled.

Finally she said, "okay, Tom, and just what did you see in the locker room?"

Tom was delighted that she'd given in. "Oh, just that he's really hung. Definitely as big as me, and I think a little bigger."

"I'm done with high-school boys, Tom," Kathy said casually. It bothered her that her mind was already racing with thoughts of Arturo Sanders, and wondering whether she might really want a replacement for Tom. She'd have to check Arturo's file to make sure he was 18 years old.

Then a thought struck her. "My God, Tom! You haven't said anything to him, have you?"

"Not a word," he reassured her. "Not a word, not to a single soul." He grinned again. "I just wanted to give you a little heads-up, in case you find you miss me more than you think!" He stroked her breast and gave her another kiss.

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That summer was wonderful and relaxing. Kathy felt more free, and closer to her husband, than she had the entire previous year. Tom was a happy memory, now safely in the past. She and Roger took a vacation to Montreal, where they stayed in an elegant old hotel and made love nearly every night. Back at home they worked in the garden, she helped him proofread his latest book, they took walks together—everything was perfect.

While she hadn't forgotten about Arturo Sanders, she had absolutely no intention of doing anything but tutoring him—doing the job she'd been hired to do. When September came she was polite but utterly professional with Arturo. She couldn't help notice what a great body he had, especially the way high school kids dressed in the warm weather, but she pushed her interest as far to the back of her mind as possible.

Imagine her shock, then, when Arturo came in the Tuesday after Homecoming Weekend, closed and locked the door behind him, walked straight up to her and gave her a long, passionate kiss. She pushed him away and glared at him.

"Arturo—what the hell are you doing?" she said in an angry voice.

He smiled, a lazy smile full of pleasure. "Tom Bjornsen told me to pass that along to you. I saw him at the Homecoming football game this weekend."

She was totally at a loss, and started to blush. "But he...but he...you had no right to do that!" she stammered uncertainly. Her nipples were tingling, and the feeling distracted her.

Arturo took her into his arms, pulling her close, sliding his large hands up and down her back, caressing her ass. He was much taller than Kathy—nearly 6'5"—and her face was pressed into his shoulder.

Before she had time to struggle or pull away, he quietly said, "just tell me to stop—tell me you don't like this, tell me you don't want me to do it—and I'll stop. I won't bother you again."

His hands kept moving over her, and as she opened her mouth to say, "stop it—now!", she found her hips starting to push against him. 

"Arturo," she said unsteadily, "you really need to...you can't..." 

Kathy didn't finish the sentence.

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[AN AFTERNOON IN JUNE:]

Roger rolled away from Melissa, who was cowering on the far side of the bed. He stood, unmindful of his nakedness, and walked towards the door where Kathy was still yelling, her face flushed bright red.

"What is that slut doing in our bed? OUR BED, you son-of-a-bitch!"

When he reached the door Roger said, "Kathy, we need to talk, but this is not a good time. I'll be downstairs in a little while."

Then he calmly shut the door in Kathy's face, locked it, and returned to the bed, where he took Melissa gently in his arms. Over the sounds of Kathy's screaming and pounding on the door with her fist, he quietly soothed his frightened lover.

"It's all right, baby, it's gonna be all right. Let's get dressed and I'll take you home. It's going to be fine, I promise."

Melissa looked at him uncertainly, her face streaked with tears. She trusted Roger, but she had never imagined a scene like this!

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[EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER:]

Who can explain how the human mind works? Who can say why a man goes to sleep one night perfectly happy with his life and his marriage, and wakes up wondering if his wife is cheating on him?

Maybe Roger had a dream he didn't remember; or maybe his unconscious put a few very small pieces of information together, pieces that he couldn't identify, and came up with a disturbing hypothesis.

But however it happened, Roger suddenly had the unsettling feeling that Kathy might have been unfaithful—and it was a feeling he'd never had before.

Roger would have told you, if you'd asked, that he was very happily married. Kathy was loving, intelligent, had a great sense of humor, enjoyed sex, and was a patient companion for a man who from time to time got lost in his own thoughts (usually about his work). She would tease him, saying, "earth to Roger—come in, Roger!", but it was always playful, not harsh.

They each had work that fulfilled and challenged them, and they had a good life together. Their academic schedules gave them a lot of freedom, and they took vacations or worked in the garden or saw friends—or just spent time alone together, talking or reading.

Roger could think of no recent, sudden change in Kathy's behavior or attitude or mood; and in fact there was virtually nothing to explain his new suspicions.

Ah, yes, he thought—"virtually nothing". The one thing was two nights before, when Kathy had turned him down for sex. "I'm just wiped out tonight, baby," she'd said, smiling. "Can I give you a rain-check for tomorrow?"

Roger had of course agreed, and they'd shared a warm kiss before going to sleep. There was nothing unusual about any of it—didn't all married women sometimes refuse sex from time to time? But Roger found himself wondering whether she'd been doing it more recently lately. Was that what had started these unwelcome thoughts?

Roger was a scientist. More specifically, a Professor of Mathematics at Notre Dame and member of the University's Center for Applied Mathematics. He was a leading figure in two areas: Algorithms and Data Structures, and Advanced Techniques of Statistical Analysis.

In short he was a geek—a fact he cheerfully acknowledged. What this also meant, however, is that Roger believed in data. The way some people believe in God, and others perhaps find the key to their lives in Art or Music, Roger viewed data as the central organizing, clarifying force of life.

As a kid he had kept charts of fireflies: how many he saw each night of the summer, correlated with temperature and rainfall on that night. Years later he'd collaborated with a biologist on a paper about fireflies, becoming the only mathematician ever published in the Journal of Applied Entomology.

In college he'd had a roommate who was a work-out freak; Roger had helped him by tracking the weights and reps of all his exercises, and charting his progress. Again, he was a geek. Roger knew that people found this sort of data-gathering compulsive, but that judgment didn't bother him. He enjoyed it; and he was grateful that Kathy only teased him about it a little bit.

So when Roger's worries about his wife bubbled to the surface of his mind, he naturally thought about the problem in terms of data analysis. And, being the kind of person he was, a data set was readily available. Over the years Roger had kept track in his Weekly Planner of all the times he and Kathy had made love. (He'd also kept track of all sorts of other things, from daily high temperature in South Bend to the days the Department Chair pitched a tantrum; but those were not relevant to the matter at hand.)

Over a three-day period, Roger worked intensely at the computer entering data from his Weekly Planners, dating all the way back to the year of his marriage. And the statistical analyses he ran produced a great deal of information—some of it predictable, some of it surprising.

Predictably, the frequency of his and Kathy's lovemaking had declined over the 15 years of their marriage: from 3.6 times a week in their first year to 2.1 times/week in year six, and then ranging between 1.9 and 2.4 times/week in the years since. (Roger produced these averages by excluding the high and low months for each year, since months with vacations in them usually resulted in much more sex, while busy months like December, with Christmas presents to buy and final exams to grade, were typically quite low.)

What Roger had not anticipated, and what worried him, were the seasonal variations. For the past 5½ years, he and Kathy averaged 2.7 times/week in July-September, but only 1.4 times/week in October-June.

At first he attributed this to their academic calendars: they were both busier when school was in session, and had more relaxed schedules in the summer. (Though this didn't explain September, which was the busy first month of school for both of them.)

But the hypothesis didn't hold up—because for the first 9 years of their marriage, the October-June frequency was virtually identical to that for July-September: 2.9 vs. 2.8.

Roger's first conclusion: about 5½ years earlier, something had started happening in their lives to cause them to make love quite a bit less frequently during the academic year (excluding September). And the fact that the month of June, when Roger was done with his school year but Kathy was not, behaved like the other academic-year months suggested that it was something in Kathy's life or schedule, not his own, that accounted for this difference.

What could Roger do with this information? At first, nothing. But Kathy inadvertently provided a clue the very next afternoon.

Usually Roger graded exams and papers in his office on non-teaching days; but that day there was construction work going on nearby, and the jack-hammering was making it hard for him to concentrate. So Roger brought his papers home at noon, and sat in his home office with them all afternoon.

He heard Kathy arrive at around 3:45, and a few minutes later heard the sound of the shower running. She hadn't said hello, since she had no reason to imagine he was in the house. (Roger walked to work most days, so the presence of his car in the garage didn't indicate anything.)

Roger put his pen down. Since when did Kathy shower after work? For fifteen years she'd been showering and washing her hair in the morning... 

It did not take a genius to realize that showering was something a person would undoubtedly do to remove any traces of sexual activity, but there could be all sorts of other reasons as well. Still—it was so difficult to imagine Kathy having time for an affair outside of school that Roger had already concluded that her illicit activities (if any) virtually had to be going on there, however crazy that seemed. Afternoon trysts at home were faintly possible, but Roger came home early frequently enough that he couldn't imagine Kathy taking the risk. And on evenings and weekends the two were rarely apart for any length of time.

Now Roger had a new set of data to gather and analyze: Kathy's afternoon showers. He couldn't be home every day to observe them, but he could check the shower for wetness and for a wet towel each day when he came home. Nothing to it!

For the next ten weeks Roger carefully and discreetly kept track, and what he found disturbed him greatly. During the weeks of Christmas break Kathy never showered except in the mornings. But during weeks when school was in session she showered in the afternoon exactly once a week—not always on the same day, but never more nor less than once a week.

With a heavy heart, but outwardly maintaining his affectionate relations with his wife, Roger moved on to the next phase. One night after she'd fallen asleep he took Kathy's datebook from her purse and photocopied all its pages, before carefully returning it.

He didn't want to believe she'd been screwing some teacher or administrator at the school, but the evidence was starting to point that way.

Kathy's work-day was almost always divided into one-hour blocks, and she kept careful track of her appointments. It was the work of only twenty minutes for Roger to examine her appointments for the days she showered after work, and to see a pattern. But it wasn't a pattern he could believe.

Of the eight "shower days", Kathy had met with the Assistant Principal on three of them and with particular students on three, five, and six of them respectively. There was only one name that appeared on all eight days: Alan Sauerman. Roger checked the school's website and learned that Sauerman was a senior, the third-ranked high school tennis player in the state, and a member of the school's Honor Society. He was typical of the kind of student Kathy regularly did academic counseling with.

For the next two days, Roger lived in a kind of fog. He was distant and vague with his students and colleagues, and even a little more preoccupied than Kathy was used to. When she invited him to make love one night, he turned and looked at her in some surprise—as though she'd just suddenly appeared in his bed out of nowhere—and said, "what? oh...no, honey, sorry, I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach."

His refusal was rare enough, and oddly enough expressed, to make Kathy worry a little, but Roger didn't even notice her reaction.




Forbidden Fruit



The next day was Friday, and Roger embarked on a plan to acquire more data. However to get it he needed to behave in a very uncharacteristic manner: he was going to act like a detective.

He found a picture of Alan Sauerman in the school's yearbook (Kathy had a copy for every year she'd worked there), and he loitered outside the school at dismissal until Sauerman emerged, chatting casually with a couple of his friends. When Sauerman broke away from them and headed for his car Roger moved to catch up with him.

"Excuse me? Are you Alan Sauerman?"

The boy turned. "Yeah," he said pleasantly. "Can I help you?"

Watching his face carefully, Roger said in an urgent tone, "we need to talk. I'm Kathy Hallstrom's husband."

Alan froze, stiffly, and Roger noted the reaction.

"Uh, what, uh do we need to talk about?" Alan was clearly shocked and alarmed.

"It's kind of private. Can you drive us out to Edison Park, and we'll talk there?"

It was a quiet ride; Alan looked terrified, and asked no questions. When they got there and parked, Roger said, "let's take a walk." He led them a half mile down a trail to a deserted bench, where they sat.

"All right," Roger said quietly. "If you cooperate with me here, I promise you I'll keep this conversation completely confidential. I promise," he repeated.

"Otherwise, you are in a heap of trouble, Alan."

"What is this about?" Alan quavered, trying vainly to sound indignant.

"How long have you and my wife been having sex?" Roger asked.

"What?! That's...that's ridiculous!" 

"Your face gives you away, Alan. Plus, I've seen the pictures," Roger lied.

"Pictures?" Alan was stunned, his face drained of color.

"Like I said, Alan—if you're straight with me, I'll keep this a secret. Just between you and me. But don't play games with me."

Roger waited. He almost felt sorry for the kid, who looked terrified and at his wits' end.

"Okay, Alan, tell me all about it. How long it's been going on, exactly what you do, how and when it started. I know most of it," he lied again, "so don't try to snow me. Just tell it straight."

Nearly in tears, Alan provided a complete account. He'd been meeting Kathy once a week for academic tutoring once a week since September. At first he had thought she was being a little flirtatious, but he didn't know what to do about it.

Then in late September he got an email from a friend a year ahead of him, telling Alan that if he made a pass at Kathy she'd have sex with him. The friend, now a freshman at Dartmouth, implied that he'd fucked her the previous year. He never came right out and said it, but hinted rather broadly.

The next week in Kathy's office Alan acted bolder: he looked down Kathy's blouse more obviously, complimented her legs, and sat so that his half-erection bulged at the front of his shorts. After ten minutes or so Kathy had put her book down, said, "do you like me, Alan?" and sat down in his lap. She'd kissed him and slipped him her tongue, and the rest followed predictably. She helped him get his and her clothes off, and they fucked on her desk.

Since then Alan had been fucking Kathy every week during his appointments, though they also used some of the time for studying—she told him he had to do well on his tests, or they might be found out. They did it on her desk, on the floor, and sometimes on a chair. She also gave him a firm lecture about total, complete discretion, pointing out the danger to both of them if they were caught. The threat of a scandal, plus the possibility of not getting to have sex with her any more, had kept Alan from breathing a word to anyone. 

Roger sat quietly when Alan had finished. It was just what he'd expected—and worse than anything he could possibly imagine. Not only cheating on him, but with a high school kid! Probably more than one high-school kid, from the story about the Dartmouth freshman. How long had she been doing this? Could it really be almost six years? How many boys would that have been?

"Alan," he said finally. "Here's the deal. You forget we ever had this conversation, and your name stays out of it. Don't tell anyone that we talked—ESPECIALLY Kathy. You'll have to be a good actor, and just keep on doing what you've been doing. If she finds out that we spoke about this there's going to be a major scandal, got it? So you're gonna have to fake it."

Alan looked relieved but wary. "You mean I should...keep, you know, doing it with her?"

Roger nodded grimly. "Yes. She mustn't know that anything has changed. When it all hits the fan, we don't want her to have any idea that you talked to me, got it? And I've got to keep your name out of it.

"If you want to break it off, you can—just be sure to give her an excuse. You know, it's making you too nervous, you're afraid of being caught, etc. Don't say anything about me."

Alan nodded his head. The 18-year old looked about ten years older, and a good bit sadder and wiser, than when Roger had met him outside the high school.

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What was Roger going to do? He'd done what he was good at: gathering data, analyzing it, and reaching a conclusion. Taking dramatic action in response to that conclusion was unfamiliar territory for him.

Keeping Kathy from realizing what he knew was the easy part. For weeks, as he'd done his data analysis and gotten closer to the truth, he'd been dissembling with her. He'd probably seemed a little more distant and preoccupied than usual; but he'd also been able to smile, to kiss her, even to make love from time to time, though the experience felt empty to him.

So he knew he didn't have to rush home and confront her. She'd been cheating for a long time—perhaps even five years or more. With a succession of high-school kids! The thought just rocked him. He was mostly feeling the shock, the mind-numbing awareness that the last few years of his marriage had been a complete lie, at least on his wife's part.

The anger, the desire to take his revenge, to make her pay for lying to him and humiliating him like this—with teenagers!—was surely going to come later.

But there was no need to hurry. He could work out in his own mind what he wanted, reflect on it, and wait to act until the time was right.

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[AN AFTERNOON IN JUNE:]

Kathy had finally stopped screaming, stopped pounding on the door; Roger heard her stomping down the stairs, and now it was quiet.

He smiled reassuringly at Melissa. "Today's the day! I promised you I'd do this, and now is the day it's gonna happen."

"And then you'll...be free of her?" Melissa was calmer, but still looked worried. How beautiful she was!

"Completely free. In fact," Roger reached for his briefcase and pulled out an envelope, "here is what you and I are going to be doing for the next two weeks."

He handed the envelope to Melissa, who sat, fully-dressed again, on the edge of the bed. She opened it and looked warily at the papers inside, and then her eyes opened wide. "Hawaii?!"

She grabbed Roger and gave him a huge hug, nearly knocking him off the bed. "Oh my God, that's so fantastic!"

She kissed him several times, then pulled back. "I love you, Roger," she said quietly, a little nervously.

"I love you too, baby." He smiled once more, and pulled her to her feet.

"Let me walk you to your car—then there's an unpleasant task I've got to take care of."

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[THREE MONTHS EARLIER:]

Roger sat at his desk, half-heartedly skimming the latest issue of the Notre Dame student newspaper and brooding about Kathy. When he wasn't brooding about her, he was dreaming up ways of killing her and getting away with it; or wondering how he had fallen so short as a husband that she could take up with teenagers. Fucking 18-year olds—was she insane? Was he so totally inadequate?

There was a knock on his half-open door and Melissa Winsted poked her head in. "Professor—do you have a couple of minutes?"

"Of course, Melissa, please come in." Roger's cordial welcome was sincere. Melissa was one of his favorites among the current crop of graduate students. She was very intelligent, and had been the stand-out student in his Data Structures Seminar the previous year. In fact she was probably one of the three smartest students the department had lured to South Bend in his time there.

Moreover, Melissa was very beautiful. She had blonde hair, worn short and flatteringly around her head, and a lovely, trim body: small breasts, long firm legs. She was probably a runner when she wasn't in the library, Roger thought to himself.

"Professor, I've brought a copy of my dissertation proposal, and I wondered if you'd mind taking a look at it."

"Are you up to the dissertation already, Melissa? Oh, that's right, I'd forgotten—this is your fourth year, isn't it?"

She nodded, and he said, "in that case you have to start calling me Roger—no more 'Professor Hallstrom', okay?"

"I'll try—Roger." She giggled. "But it may take a little getting used-to."

She rose to leave, saying, "can I check back with you about the proposal in a week or two?"

"No, don't go—if you have a few minutes, let me read through it and we can talk about it now. I don't have anything today until a 3:00 class."

Roger read the 5-page proposal and was impressed. Surprised, in fact—she grasped the basic issues of her proposed project, and saw the gaps that had to be filled, better than some of his junior faculty colleagues might have done.

They talked about the proposal, exchanging ideas, Melissa taking detailed notes on his suggestions, for nearly an hour. Glancing at his watch, Roger said, "oh, I'm sorry, Melissa—I've kept you here far too long."

"Oh, no, Prof...Roger," she grinned. "This is amazingly helpful; you've given me such good ideas for how to tighten and strengthen this."

"Listen," he said, "it's almost 1:00, how about if we go grab a sandwich?"

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Over the next two weeks Melissa and Roger met five more times to talk about the proposal and her dissertation plans. His attraction to her grew with each get-together; not only her obvious beauty but her equally obvious intelligence and eager mind drew him towards her. He was delighted that she'd chosen his colleague Kenneth Astrakhan, not Roger himself, for her dissertation advisor; otherwise their relationship would have had to remain strictly professional.

At the end of one of their conversations he leaned forward and quietly said what he'd been thinking of for days.

"Melissa, I wonder if you'd like to have dinner with me? Tonight or tomorrow?"

She looked at him, surprised and alarmed. "Roger, I...thank you. But...I guess I need to know what that means. I mean, you're married."

He smiled, "Yes, you're right. Listen, can we talk for a few minutes about something besides academic stuff? Something personal?" 

She nodded, a little tentatively.

"I'm going to ask you to keep this completely confidential, okay? I've learned that my wife has been...unfaithful to me. It's been going on for a long time now, and I'm divorcing her in June, when the school-year ends."

Melissa gasped a little, and said, "oh, Roger, I'm so sorry!"

"You may think it's a bit weird that I haven't walked out, or thrown her out of the house. But it's...complicated. She doesn't know that I know, and for reasons I can't go into I can't confront her about it until June. But it's a done deal—the marriage is over.

"So, yes, I'm a married man asking you out on a date, Melissa. But I swear to you, as God is my witness, I'm really an about-to-be-unattached man."

Roger watched as Melissa sat back, gazing at him pensively. He didn't know if she'd believe him; he didn't know if he would believe himself if he were in her shoes.

"Roger, I..." she began. "I'm very attracted to you," she said, blushing a little. "Our talks together have been fantastic. And I would...well, I'll admit, I've had a little fantasy about you from time to time. But..." she broke off, uncertainly.

"Melissa, we can take it as slow as you want. I am very fond of you, and I would never, ever hurt you in any way."

Roger took her hand gently and held it, watching her wrestle with her thoughts.

Then she smiled shyly. "What time tomorrow night?"

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[AN AFTERNOON IN JUNE:]

Roger and Melissa didn't see Kathy as he walked her to her car. They kissed, Melissa squeezed his hand and wished him luck, and she drove away. Whistling, Roger turned and went back inside.

Kathy ambushed him when he was barely in the front door. She was still furious, and her face was still bright-red.

"This marriage is OVER, you asshole! What the fuck are you thinking? After fifteen years you think you can just fuck some little chippy in our bed and get away with it? You bastard, I'm gonna make your life a living hell. Just wait until the University finds out what you've been up to!"

"Give me a minute, will you Kathy? I need to get my briefcase." As Roger headed up the stairs he heard her shouting behind him in amazement.

"Your BRIEFCASE?! What the hell is wrong with you, Roger? Are you even listening to me?"

When Roger returned he sat down at the kitchen table. Kathy, still fuming, stood and yelled at him from across the room.

"Have you lost your MIND? Fucking a woman in our bed? Did you think there was any way I would stand for this, Roger? You think I'm going to just let this slide?"

Roger looked at her steadily without speaking, for long enough to confuse Kathy a little.

"If I hear you correctly, Kathy, you're saying that cheating on a spouse is a serious matter—maybe even serious enough to lead to a divorce. Is that right?"

She was too baffled by his words and manner even to continue to yell. "Of COURSE, Roger—what is wrong with you? Did you think I would say, 'okay, no problem, sorry to disturb you'?"

"No, Kathy, I pretty much figured you'd react just the way you did. I just wanted to be sure—that's why I set it up so you'd find us this afternoon."

He reached into his briefcase, pulled out a legal document, and handed it her. "I feel pretty much the same about a cheating spouse as you apparently do—so I'm divorcing you."

Kathy glanced at the papers, then gasped, falling into a chair across from him. "You're divorcing ME? I'll ask you again, Roger—have you lost your mind? YOU'RE the one I caught fucking some slut in our bed just now!"

"Actually, Kathy, that wasn't the cheating I had in mind. I was thinking of you and Alan Sauerman."

He watched her, enjoying the moment as her jaw dropped open, her eyes went wide, and her face lost its color.

The seconds passed, and Kathy tried desperately to regain her composure. About the best she could manage, after nearly half a minute, was, "Roger, I...I don't know what you're talking about."

He noticed her hands were shaking on the table.

"No problem, Kathy—I had a conversation with Alan and he told me all about it."

She gasped, but he continued.

"And I know about Joe Nevele, from last year—he's at Dartmouth now, isn't he? And the year before that seems to have been either Cardell McCartney or James Henderson, I couldn't quite tell from your date books. Or maybe both? I've got the rest of them pretty much figured out—it seems like Tom Bjornsen was the first one, wasn't he?"

Another silence followed. Roger waited, seeing the changing emotions flickering across Kathy's face. She sat there, stunned and deflated. She'd never been so much at a loss in the nearly 20 years he'd known her, and he was reveling in her misery.

"Roger, I..." She hesitated, and started again. "Baby, I don't know how to say...how sorry I am. It was...just sex, just a...just a crazy thing I did. It started, and..."

She broke off, perhaps realizing how totally inadequate her explanation sounded.

"Roger, you're the only one I have ever loved. It was just sex, just a...stupid, stupid thing I did. It has nothing to do with you and me."

She had a pleading look on her face, and the tears were starting to flow.

Roger smiled at her, but without kindness.

"Here's how it is, you cunt. You cheating BITCH! You've got two choices, and I'll tell you the second one first. If you don't do just what I want, I'll call the Superintendent, the School Board and the newspapers. Your face will be on the national news for weeks, your job will be history, and you'll be the laughing-stock of the state of Indiana. You'll have to move away, change your name, and probably even dye your hair or get plastic surgery to get out from under this."

He watched her as this sank in and she began to sob.

"Here's your first choice—your only other choice. We divorce quickly, no hassles, for reason of "irreconcilable differences", like it says on those papers. I buy out your half of this house. You quit your job next week when the school year ends, you move at least 500 miles from South Bend, and you NEVER work with students or teenagers again for the rest of your life."

He rose from the table, leaving her crying, her face in her hands.

"I'm going out. You have two hours to get all your stuff and get the hell out of here. I have no intention of seeing you again."

Kathy heard the sound of Roger's car driving away. Then there was silence, broken only by the ticking of the kitchen clock and her own sobs.

How had this happened to her, was what she kept thinking. How had this happened to her?



Forbidden Fruit



The internet is an amazing thing. Not just because of the technology, or the sites and sounds, or even the porn, no the amazing thing is the way it's changed some people's attitudes, opening their eyes. 

Before I go on, I better tell you a little about myself, and my dear wife. We are both early thirties, living and working in the south of England. We've been together for some time now, and while we've had rocky moments, love each other very much. 

After being quite conservative in her dress since I originally met her, my wife (we shall call her Lizzie) has now started to enjoy dressing up a little. Nothing tarty, just slightly more sophisticated sexy. Her favourite being summer dresses made from thin cotton, with either slight splits up the side, or button down all the way. That way she can allow 'accidents' to happen, letting a little leg be shown off, or maybe a button comes undone, letting a little more cleavage be shown. Like I say, she doesn't show it all off, but allows tantalising glimpses to show through. 

Some of this change is due to the internet, or at least her chatting in chat rooms within it. It must be something to do with the safety aspect, being anonymous, but able to be completely open if you so desire, allowing herself to explore sexuality with no 'danger'. I have never complained, in fact she knows it actually turns me on to know when she has be online chatting with a man, ok more than chatting, talking dirty, cyber-sex, sharing fantasies. I have more than often benefited from the excitement these short 'affairs' generate in her. On several occasions she has joined me in the bedroom, her pussy soaking wet, to tell me she has been 'fucking' another man online, all the time playing with her pussy. She is so hot after those times she just jumps on me, sliding her burning pussy so sweetly over my stiff cock, whispering to me how she's been a bad girl, letting a stranger fuck her, how she's sucked his cock dry. 

Neither of see this fun as cheating, and it has made her feel so sexy, so I'm definitely not complaining. The only complaint I might have is, I just wish she'd take it further than just playing on the net. This might have shocked me a few years ago, but I realise I'm one of many men who are not worried about losing my lady to another, but who loves the idea of her becoming so sexual that she needs more than just my cock. Maybe I, we, need our women to be true sluts, cock hungry sex mad sluts. Maybe that's what it is, whatever it is, it's definitely me. Anyway, back to the story, as now you hopefully have a taste of the background. Well it was just another night (you've probably heard that one before, hehe), I had been reading in bed, waiting for her to come to bed, knowing full well that she had been spending the last couple of hours entertaining someone online. Last time I wandered past, Lizzie was taking her new lovers hard cock up her virgin arse, well virgin in 'reality' anyway - I wondered how many times she must have let men fuck that forbidden hole in the virtual fantasy world. 

I pretended to ignore her, not wanting to ask how her evening had gone, to hear the vivid description from her own dirty talking mouth. I didn't have to wait long, feeling her hot body slide into bed beside me, letting those long soft leg slide across me, pressing her pussy against my leg. 

"Mmm that's hot," I murmured, appreciating the heat radiating from her groin. 

"And wet," Lizzie whispered in my ear, hand sliding under the bedclothes to find my stiffening cock, sliding those small and dexterous fingers, wet and slippery with her own juices, up and down my shaft. 

"Had fun my darling?" I whispered back, smiling at the grin that spreads across her pretty face. 

She swapped to using two hands on my cock, sliding the skin up and down, while fondling my balls, sending shivers down my spine. "Oh yes darling, lots of fun. I've been soooo naughty tonight, a real slut." 

I'm surprised to hear hear say that word, 'slut', and somewhat pleased. I've always fantasised about my wife being my very own slut. I decide to continue the conversation, even though my thoughts have to fight the pleasure I'm receiving from her able hands, "Is that right? How bad have you been then Slut?" I almost trip over calling her slut, hoping that she was too turned on to notice or care.

"Very bad sir," she grinned, "my new man has been fucking me hard up my arse," she breathlessly told me, squirming while speaking, obviously still very turned on. "And I sucked him dry straight afterwards to thank him," she added, licking her bright red lips to tease me. 

"Your new man?" I questioned, wondering if I should read anything into that. To ensure she knew I was not annoyed, I start to touch her steaming hot pussy, fingers sliding down over the damp hair, cupping it in my hand, letting a finger lazily tease the outer lips. 

"Yes," she said, gasping as my fingers touch her clit lightly. "His name is Mark, he actually lives about 90 miles away," There's was more to this, I could tell, so I kept quiet listening. "He wants me to be his fuck toy, Online of course," she added - almost too late. My mind raced at the words, at the possibilities. How far could we play this game, and could it go further than just a game? 

"Is that right? And does my good sweet wife want to be this nasty mans slut?". I can't teasing you while I ask these questions, my hand keeping up the touches, two fingers now dipping into your sweet tight folds, amazed at how very wet you are. "Do you want to fuck him, suck him, do anything he wants? " I leave a pause, and add, "And play with him online?" It's now or never, there's no way you could miss that - the offer, or at least the question - will she fuck him in reality? 

"Mmmm yes, I do, he really got me hot, treating me like a slut, I, hang on!", you've suddenly realised what I've asked. "My god, I only meant online, you wouldn't want me acting like that in reality would you, I mean, fucking another man, kissing him, tasting his cock, " your eyes almost glaze over with horny desire, I can see that. You are unconsciously pushing your hips back at me as you speak, rubbing your pussy harder against my hand, your own hands now wanking me off hard and fast. You don't stop talking, I think I've finally unearthed your true sexual desires. "I mean, I might not stop there, I might have man after man, cock after cock." 

I try not to smile too much, I don't want you to know I've been fantasising about this moment for several years now. "You might not" I agree, "you might have all the sex you could ever want. Who knows, maybe you'd sometimes have more than one man at once, gangbangs even" You body gives you away, you almost gasp as I mention gangbangs, and I realise your breathing is heavy now, almost as heavy as mine. "You want it don't you Lizzie? You want to fuck and fuck,?" 

You don't answer straight away, but pull yourself up, throwing your leg across me, you straddle me, holding my cock upright, you sit down hard, impaling yourself on my rock hard slippery cock. We grunt together, both close to cumming, our bodies joined by fiery hot genitals. 

"yes, yes" you cry, I'm unsure if you mean to the new life as a slut, or for the feeling my cock is sending through your body. Maybe it's both, "I want all the cocks. Can I have them all? You wont' mind, I would be a very naughty girl," you gasp, so close now. 

"Yes my Lizzie, you will be my slut - and I order you to fuck around." I almost shout, feeling the pressure building, hot cum needed to erupt any moment, my hands roughly grabbing your breasts, squeezing nipples between my fingers. 

"Oh god, yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," you shout, ramming yourself down on my cock as hard as you can, grinding your pussy against my pubic bone, body shuddering as you do. That's far too much for me, the excitement of knowing every fantasy I have will come true now blows my mind, and my cock throbs, spunk pulsing out, flooding your pussy with my cum, leaking out between our bodies, themselves covered in sweat. 

You lean forward, resting your head on my chest, breathless and weak from the release. "When do we start?" you boldly ask, already thinking of the other cocks you will sample. 

"As soon as we can" I laugh, amazed how quickly you have taken on my slut wife role, one I have read so many stories about and wished could come true. "We just have to find you some likely men, some good looking guys with cocks you want to ride". 

Ever since that night only a few weeks ago my mind has been a whirlwind of emotions. I'm sure you've been the same, as you've had little guilt pangs during the time, but only little ones, nothing compared to the heat that's ignited our sex sessions since. Just the thought of you picking up another man, my wife of many years, taking on a lover, taking on many lovers, has had us both fucking like horny teenagers. 

We've spend several evenings playing out fantasies, our now shared fantasy of you being my 'slut wife'. I've spent time reassuring you that it won't hurt our marriage, that I'm totally cool with it - well, red hot is more like it! You seem to realise that it's not a completely weird fantasy, many couples seems to have it, and some do enjoy acting it out. 

The last week we've both become more, eager, hungry. To go further than just play at the fantasy at home. I've started sitting beside you while you chat online, my hands sliding over your legs while you chat and flirt with men, finding it easy to get suitable partners who know how to have fun in the private chat rooms or on msn. We've both enjoyed that game, my hand sliding between your thighs, finding your pussy, soaking wet with excitement, as you put on a real good show for me with your 'boyfriends'. Some of them have even enjoyed it when you've told them that you are not only married, but I am there with you, touching you while you type to them. I think it's spurred on some of the rather dirtier sessions, where they've had you say more sexual things, making you call them master, calling you a dirty slut, cumming over your face, putting on a show of degrading you a little. Oh and I've noticed that when you admit to them you've never had me fuck you up your tight virgin arse, they always make sure they do it in your virtual fucking. I must admit I've enjoyed watching you play, describing to them how you are on your hands and knees, pulling your arse cheeks open, encouraging them to fuck your arse hard. 

Oh yes you've certainly changed, maybe we've just unlocked that inner sexual person, breaking some rules, and freeing something animal. 

Tonight we're going out - we've not mentioned it, but I do hope we can start taking this further. "So you want to try that new bar in town? It's kind of downmarket, but popular." I ask you, knocking back a beer I've helped myself too. It never hurts to have one before you go out I always think. 

"Sure that sounds good. I'll be ready in a few minutes" you shout out from the bathroom. I do hope you've picked something sexy to wear, I'm hoping that you'll attract some eyes, men's eyes, in this new busy bar. They do music later on, and I know you like to dance, and the dance floor is always a great place to flirt, and be touched. If nothing else I think you could come away from tonight with a drunken grope on the dance floor, then back home to fuck and fantasise about what 'could' have happened.  

While I daydream I almost miss your appearance, and I definitely would have been missing out. "Wow, you look so fucking sexy! " is all I can think to say. You've really gone to town. From your makeup, bright red sexy lips, manicured matching red nails, hair put up with a sexy curl added, through to your clothes, and boy are they hot on your body. A simple skirt, not too short, but a 'wrap around' one, and as you stride into the room the split parts a little, showing off your freshly shaved legs to midway up your thigh. A low-cut bodice type top, pushing your large breasts up and together, draws the eye to your full cleavage, where a sparkle has been added to encourage those eyes. I'm glad to see you've not decided to wear heels, as they won't help you if we do try out the dance floor. 

Sliding behind you so I can kiss your exposed shoulders, I hold you close, my arms wrapping around you, feeling you shiver as my breath caresses the back of your neck, my lips nibbling your soft skin there. I breathe in, taking in the smell of your best perfume, mixed with the scent of your skin and freshly washed hair. "All the men's eyes will be on you tonight baby," I whisper, lips teasing you. 

Pushing yourself back against me, I feel you grind your arse against my stiffening cock. "I hope so darling, and I hope it's not just their eyes" you giggle, pulling away from me, a devilish smile touching your lips. 

"Oh is that right? You naughty girl" I laugh, chasing after you. 

"Careful! Watch my hair,", you shout, playfully trying to fight me off, but careful not to try too hard. 

I pin you against the wall, my hands holding yours above your head, exposing you to me. My eyes burn into yours, excitement of the moment taking over. "And you'll let those men touch you won't you my beautiful cock hungry slut, won't you Lizzie". 

"Oh, yes" you stammer, heat rising in your face, feeling suddenly turned on and flustered. 

"Tell me what you want Lizzie. What do you want to happen tonight?" I demand, wanting to hear it from your own lips. 

"I want, I want men to look at me, to look at my body. I want them to want me, I want to fuck me. Want to touch me, right there in the pub. I want them all to want to touch me, to put their hands on me, up my skirt, touch my pussy, oh god, I'm so horny. Please fuck me!" you urge, trying to pull my hand down to your pussy. 

"Oh no you don't," I laugh, whipping my hand away. "You've got to wait now. I want you really hungry for it," I grin, laughing at the consternation on your face. This must be the first time I've seen you so badly needing to be fucked. 

"OK, if that's how you want it buster" you say, playfully thumping me on the arm. "but I have to warn you, I'm going to do something to ease this itch I have - and someone's going to be the lucky guy!". 

"Just as long as you tell me every, and I mean EVERY detail" I reply, holding you tight as nearly whispering the last few words in your ear. "I want to know everything you do - every touch, every feeling. Obviously I'd love to watch it all, but I understand if that's not possible." 

"Oh my god baby, I didn't' realise you'd like to watch me, watch me with another man." You exclaim. 

'Oh dear', I think to myself, maybe I've pushed things further than you can handle. "Not if you'd feel uncomfortable with it Lizzie. It would be the icing on the cake for me, but I don't mind if it's too much. I'll," You put your fingers to my lips, stopping me in my tracks. 

"Oh no!" you coo, "I've been dreaming about it. I want to be watched. Having you there with us, would be so hot. I'm soaking wet just thinking about it. I'm so glad you brought it up" you are so excited you almost jump out of your seat, eyes shining, lighting up your face. 

I can't believe it, it seems like all my birthdays have come at once. My loving wife is turning into the sexual being I've only dreamed (and read) about. Any thoughts about stopping it all are quickly dismissed; the longing for a life free of hang ups and full of sexual pleasure far pushing any negatives from my thoughts. 

"Well we better get going then, the taxi should be here any minute," and as if by magic, the sound of a car horn disturbs the evening. "Quick, give me a big kiss, and let's GO!" We're both like a couple of kids, giggling we set off, after a passionate kiss - possibly the last before those soft red lips of yours press against a stranger. 

The pub is already busy, and the music is louder than we're used to, a thumping beat playing over the top of the busy sounds of people enjoying themselves. It's also hot - the lights and bodies heating the room. Luckily for you the clothes you are wearing are going to stop you overheating, but still the humidity is enough to quickly form a sheen of light perspiration on your breasts, the shine enhancing the already sexy cleavage. Making our way to the bar, we make sure we don't act like we're together, just friends out on a night on the town.

We buy our drinks and find somewhere to sit, a table near the back of the room, were we can keep an eye on things. 

It takes a while for our eyes to get accustomed to the darkness, flashing coloured lights not helping. I lean over and half shout over the noise, "I didn't realise it would be such a club style pub". 

"Don't worry, it's perfect" you shout back, grinning back at me. You motion to the dance floor, where couples are already dancing close together, hands on each others bodies. Groups of single men and women are all around, so there's plenty of chance of you finding a candidate tonight. "Go get us some more drinks, I think I could do with some more courage". 

Giving a thumbs up I head back to the bar, thinking another drink is very good idea, my nerves are jangling now we're here. While waiting at the bar I glance back at Lizzie, and am amazed to see she's already caught the eye of someone. A tall well built man is chatting to you, having taken the seat I was sitting at only moments before. 'Wow they work quickly in here' I think. Good job we're here for a special reason, else I could get quite jealous I laugh to myself. Well I better bring you your drink, I just will have to start this game now, 

Trying not to impose too much in your conversation, I lean over behind you and place your drink before you. "Here's your drink Lizzie. Hey who's your friend?" I smile, making sure I try not to give away our relationship. 

"This is Kevin, he's just telling me that he comes in here most weeks, and I was telling him how we work together, but no-one else from our party seems to have made it this far, the lightweights." You lie smoothly, giving me the background story you must have made up some time before tonight. 

"Hello mate" I say, shaking his offered hand. "Are you with anyone else?" 

"Well, a few mates over there, but they seem more interested in those young girls. Hope you don't mind me joining you?" 

I can see the smile on your face, and know that he's perfect. He's blond, blue eyed, the opposite to me, an I'm sure that's one attraction, someone completely different. The fact he looks fairly well built is an added bonus to you I'm sure. "No mate, make yourself at home. I'm just here for a beer or three" I joke, hoping he picks up on the comment that I'm not here for Lizzie. 

I let my eyes wonder round the room, letting you get back to your conversation with your new friend, making sure I don't make my glances back obvious. It seems like you're both getting on very well, and I keep the drinks flowing, top stop the pair of you having to get up too often. After a while I can see him sitting closer to you, your legs brushing together. You move your head closer to his, half so you can hear each other better, half because I know you want to get closer to him. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest, as I watch his hand rest on your knee, touching your bare flesh for the first time. You make no move to stop him, in fact you smile sweetly at him, letting a foot trace its way up his shin. 

I excuse myself for a while, rushing to the bar to get a stiff drink, the real reason so I can watch from distance, so to allow him to feel bolder, while still watching everything that might happen. I'm not disappointed, it doesn't take long for his hand on your knee to slowly start circling, tracing a slow path up your leg. You are both chatting with your faces very close now, quite obviously the talk is getting more personal, more intimate, as shown on your faces. I am torn between watching your face, waiting for the moment you will kiss, and trying to keep tabs on your legs, watching the progress of his fingers on you. Moving slightly to get a better look, I am in time to see you part your legs slightly, and I realise that he must have his hand on your inner thigh, getting so close to your pussy. I can just imagine how excited you must be, your pussy must be so wet now, the ache must be so strong, pussy needing that touch. 




Forbidden Fruit



You lean forward, bringing your lips to his, and he responds, kissing you back hard, I can see your tongues sliding together, exploring each others mouths. His hand now finds your pussy, and he must realise you are wearing no knickers. This seems to spur him on, his kissing becoming more passionate, more intense. You spread your legs wantonly now, opening them up so anyone glancing in your direction can see plenty of thigh, and see that this man has his fingers now fucking you, his arm moving in and out. 

I'm watching so intently that I fail to notice that his two friends have noticed his 'conquest', and have moved closer, watching the fun. They're standing close enough that they must be able to see your pussy, and the fingers working their magic on you. I wonder what will happen, hoping the audience doesn't upset you, or their friend. 

Kevin must have a sixth sense, as he breaks away from the kiss to look up, smiling at his mates. I see you finally take notice, and you go to close your legs, but your new lover fails to move his hand, and you don't put up a fight, opening them wide again, face flushing red, with a little embarrassment, but mostly with a flush of sexual excitement, knowing your most private place is on display now to three men. Not only on display, but being slowly finger fucked by a stranger. 

I move as close as I dare, luckily the lights in the pub have been dimmed even more now, as the dancing hots up and the drinks flow. I can see that Kevin is introducing his friends to you, without stopping his slow fingering. You grin back at them, through eyes half closed with pleasure. Kevin even hitches up you skirt even more, so your pussy is completely exposed, inviting his friends to come closer. They don't need asking twice, pulling chairs around you, watching intently. You can see their growing erections, and can't stop yourself licking your lips while staring, making them shift on their seats, imagining that tongue on their cocks. 

Because of the music you all have to talk loudly, and luckily that means I can overhear, straining to hear the words. 

"This is Lizzie guys, and as you can see, she's one hot bitch. I think she's up for some fun tonight, and I'm sure she won't mind everyone joining in, will you Lizzie?" Lizzie shakes her head, obviously a little scared, but mostly turned on as hell. This is beyond even our fantasies, a small gang bang at first attempt. I realise with some sadness that I won't get to see the action this time, but I will demand a touch by touch talk through from Lizzie. The chat goes on for a few minutes, too low for me to hear now. You all seem to be getting on well, laughing and sharing drinks. Kevin removes his hand, and it is soon replaced by another - a dark haired guy this time, much shorter and stockier. You are being passed round like a toy - a horny toy. The third man is by your side, his hand sliding up you top, obviously enjoying the feeling of your soft breast. You throw your head back, body surrendering by the two sets of hands rubbing your intimate places. 

If anyone looked closely, they would see a slut at the centre of three men, being used between them. My hard-on is painful, my heart beat hard, turned on beyond I thought possible. My sweet wife is becoming a wanton slut, legs spread, grinding her pussy against a strangers hand, another man squeezing a breast, rolling her nipple between his rough fingers. Kevin moves behind, kissing and licking her neck, which I know she loves. Lizzie's hands move to her 'attackers' crotches, rubbing their cocks through their clothes. She's so hot she's obviously abandoned any inhibitions, and I know when she's taken back to somewhere private she will end up fucking them all, just as we dreamed. Looking at her now, a slut, I silently pray that she'll do anything they want, including letting them fuck her up the arse, something I've wanted to do for ages. I hope they'll break it in, so I can fuck it later, knowing it's been filled with another mans spunk. 

Things are hotting up in your group, your attentions on their cocks seems to be warming them up, and they have moved closer, sandwiching you between their three bodies. You are grinding against them, running your hands over their chests, down to their cocks, wishing you could release them to get your hands on them properly. You look around the room, knowing how bad you're being in a very public place, is turning you so much, you know your juices are running down your thighs, coating the fingers in your pussy. There's no way you can hold off the building orgasm any longer, being used like this, bodies rubbing against you, a tongue lapping the back of your neck, another sliding in your mouth, kissing you hard. With a groan loud enough for me to hear you cum, back arching against Kevin, pussy squeezing against the invading fingers, cum leaking over them, thighs opening and closing. Your new friends hold you tight, almost having to hold you up, as you shudder again and again, cumming like it will go on forever, heat throbbing through you body, centred on your soaking pussy, clit seeming to explode. 

It takes all my self control not to cum there and then, which I really don't want to do, I've got to get home before that! It's the most open display of sexuality I've ever seen, an amazing sight coming from my very own wife. I know things will never be the same again, but I think they are taking an amazing turn. 

You say something to your lovers, pushing your skirt back down in false modesty, and give Kevin a big long kiss. I wonder what's going on - surely you are not going to leave them now, before giving them the main course? You walk away, and I realise you are heading to the toilets. I better try and intercept you, to find out what's going on. 

"Oh my god Lizzie, that was so amazing. You were such a fucking slut, I nearly came just watching!" I whisper in your ear when I catch you at the entrance to the ladies. 

"Did you enjoy the show? I hope so, you're right, I am a slut. A cock hungry slut." You say laughing, loud enough for anyone to hear who is nearby. "You should go home and wait for me, I may be some time lover. I'm going back to Kevin's to have my brains fucked out by these three studs. I'll tell you EVERYTHING, I promise". You smile, peck me on the cheek, and turn to return to your partners in crime. I stand there, stupid grin on my face, before realising I better get home and get some sleep, as I plan to get no rest once you get home,

I get home after an uneventful taxi ride, my mind still in semi shock. A nice shock though, the realisation that my sexy beautiful wife is now the cock hungry slut I've always wanted, and is probably right now fucking not one, but three strangers. I don't think my cock has settled down the entire time it took to get home, and I ache to do something about it, needing to release some of this pent up sexuality. 'No, save it for my Lizzie' I chide myself, knowing that a quick wank will be nothing compared to fucking my wife Lizzie as she describes her gang bang. 

I force myself to go straight to bed, falling asleep as images of my wife on her knees before three cocks tease me. 

I'm still asleep when Lizzie returns, nearly 6am the following morning. Her appearance is now dishevelled, hair messy as if she's slept after washing it, makeup smudged, and her skirt dusty and dirty as if it's been abandoned somewhere, which it probably has. 

Lizzie feels an amazing mixture of sensations. Her body is tired, very tired, and sore, her pussy and arse feel red raw, making her walk tentatively up the stairs. Her jaw feels like it will never open properly again, and her breasts, neck and thighs still can feel the places where her lovers have playfully bitten and pinched her. But the main feeling is still of raw excitement, from an evening she cannot believe has happened. Her mind is awhirl with recent memories, remembering every touch, every sensation that has racked her body in the last 7 hours. She feels deliciously complete now, a perfect slut, fucked till she should fuck no more, for now that is. 

There are only two things on Lizzie's mind as she quietly lets herself into her bedroom, will her hubby Chris be angry or jealous now he's had time to calm down, and if not, how she wants to thank him for the most amazing sexual experience she's ever enjoyed. Even though she's just swallowed more cum than she's ever swallowed in a month, Lizzie knows that she wants one more load sliding down her throat, that of her loving husbands. Quickly stripping off her skirt and top, discarding them on the floor for the second time in 24 hours, she slides into bed alongside her sleeping hubby. 

Reaching out for him, Lizzie finds his thigh first, and slides her hand quickly up to find his cock, pleasantly surprised that it is still hard, the end sticky with pre-cum. 'Mmmmm, I wonder if he's been dreaming about me?' Lizzie thinks to herself, licking the sweet pre-cum off her fingers. Her hubbies' eyes flick open, just in time to look into her eyes as she indulgently licks, a wicked look in her eyes. A smile reaches Chris' eyes, and Lizzie knows things are going to be fine. 

"I'm back lover" Lizzie coo's, hand again stroking his stiffening cock. "and I've been so naughty, such a naughty girl" she giggles. 

"Well you better tell me all about it you dirty little slut" Chris grins back, turning his body to better let Lizzie access to his cock. 

"Oh Chris I will, I'll tell you every little detail, if that's what you want to hear. Do you want to here how those three guys all used my body? "Lizzie teases, her fingers sliding down to lightly tickle his balls, feeling the skin around them tighten up under her touch. 

"Yes!" he gasps, "tell me everything". 

Lizzie drops her head down level with his cock, and between licks she begins, 

"After we left the pub we headed to the taxi rank outside, having a good laugh at what we'd just done. God I felt light headed, I had cum so hard in there, knowing that people were watching, feeling all those hands on me. As soon as we were in the car they started again, Dave - the dark haired stocky guy, well he started kissing me hard, while Kevin's hands were touching up my bum. Dave was kissing me really hungrily, sucking on my tongue and lips, it made me feel so wanted, I just had to open up my legs, hoping that someone would put their hand on my pussy - I was on fire again. I hasn't disappointed, Kevin's hands sneaked round from behind, pulling my skirt up again, and slid his fingers down my slit. God I moaned so loud then, forgetting that we had company. When I looked up I could see that taxi drivers grinning face looking back at me in his mirror, I felt so dirty,, and excited. I blew him a kiss and turned round to kiss Mike - oh yes you didn't talk to him did you?" Lizzie looks up at Chris, smiling, her tongue teasing around the sensitive underside of his cock. 

"No I didn't" Chris manages to reply, his body feeling paralysed with excitement. His wife, his SLUT wife, has shown her body off to even more men tonight that he knew about. 

"Mmmm Mike was good, very good. He knew just how to treat a slut, rough and demanding. You know what he did? He pulled my top off right there in the taxi, god I thought the taxi drivers eyes were going to pop out. I remember hoping he didn't crash." Lizzie stops to giggle, letting her hand touch her breasts in remembrance, how it felt to be exposed in front of so many men. "Mike and Dave practically attacked me, sucking and biting my tits, god it felt so good Chris, to have two men sucking my sensitive nipples. I felt so wanton, and wanted to feel more, do anything right at that moment." Lizzie starts to feel so hot again now, recalling the night just past, smelling her husbands cock so close to her face, remembering all the cocks she's just savoured. Trying to ease the itch building in her pussy she uses a spare hand to start finger fucking herself, sliding two fingers inside her burning hot twat. 

"Mmmm that's better, now where was I? Oh yes, well the taxi ride was far too short, I was hoping that the taxi man might have joined us. He didn't bother charging us, I think he wanted to get home to have a wank" Lizzie laughs, feeling so sexy having the power over men's cocks. 

"Kevin lived by the river, in one of those nice flats. He played the perfect host, getting us all drinks - putting on some music. For a while I wondered if they were having second thoughts, as they were ignoring my body - which needed lots of attention right away! Maybe they didn't know how to make a move now were in a properly lighted room, a little bit unsure of themselves now. So I decided to make the first move. Standing up before them, I moved to the music, running my hands over my body, sliding up my thighs, up over my belly, and rubbing my tits though my top. Mmmm I felt so wicked Chris, I know you love to watch me touch myself, so I guessed they would too. I stripped naked, throwing my clothes behind me, my pussy was soaking, I could smell my excitement, and I'm sure they could. It was so hot in that flat, some of the heat was my own - I put on a good show, you would be proud of me. They went mad when I started licking my own nipples, pushing my breasts up to my mouth. I think they were drooling themselves, watching me cover my breasts in saliva, I made sure I was a messy eater. Then I slide my hands down my body, a light shine of sweat covering it, making my breasts shine in the light, and let my fingers tease my pussy. I stood there dancing, grinding my hips so my pussy rubbing against my hands, putting on such a sluttish show. I closed my eyes, throwing my head back, giving into the sensations that flowed through my body as my fingers slid inside, feeling the juices run down them. I couldn't help myself, I was just so horny, putting one hand to my face, breathing in my own scent, I licked my fingers, drawing gasps from my audience. They could see I liked the taste of my own pussy, and I bet they were imagining me lick their cocks clean after fucking me. 

When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see them standing there naked before me, and I nearly fell over!" Lizzie giggles to herself, remembering how she felt weak at the knees seeing three naked men ready to take her, their rock her cocks pointing directly at her, their owner's hands slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth over the blood engorged heads. The memories stir a hunger in her, and for a while the only sound is the sound of Lizzie sucking noisily on her husbands cock, trying to force it deeper and deeper into her mouth. 

"God Lizzie, you better slow up, or I'll never hear the rest of this story" Chris laughs, torn between letting Lizzie suck him off right then, or holding off until the climax of her adventures. 

"Aww, I guess so. I just needed your cum" Lizzie wistfully replies, giving her mans cock one last lick before going back to slowly wanking him, continuing her story. 

"Oh Chris, they wanted me so bad, and I was going to give them everything they wanted. I felt such a slut at that moment, hungry for cock, willing to let them do ANYTHING to me." 

"Anything?" Chris asks, looking into Lizzie's eyes. 

"Yes, anything. I knew right then that my life was about to change, you do want me to be a cum slut don't you?" Lizzie almost pleaded, and receiving a warm smile from her husband, she continues, "They didn't lose any time then, I think I'd driven them wild. Mike was rough, pushing me down onto the floor, holding my hair as he forced my face to his cock. He rubbed his cock all over my face, leaving trails of pre-cum over my cheeks and lips, teasing me, letting my tongue catch it then pulling it away. I was concentrating on this so much I was surprised when my thighs were pushed apart by Kevin, spreading my long legs wide open. He didn't take any time, pushing his tongue deep up into my wet hole, making me gasp. Oh fuck my body was on fire Chris, that mouth sucking on my cunt, licking me out, a cock now pushing against my lips, forcing it's way into my mouth. Not to be left out, Dave grabbed my tits, kneading them between his rough calloused hands. He was almost hurting them, but it felt so good, the sensations mixing with the tongue now lapping my clit. 

I was panting Chris, like an animal, my orgasm building in me, and I couldn't fight it. They knew I was out of control, calling me a slut, a dirty whore, and I loved it. Kevin forced his fingers in my eager cunt, his soft tongue teasing circles round my swollen clit, and I cried out, waves of heat wracking my body, oh fuck yes, I came so hard. " 

Chris almost came then, Lizzie's wanking jerking his cock hard, while she stared into the distance, body flushed red, grinding her pussy against her hand, so caught up in the memory. After a few moments Lizzie came back to reality, leaving his cock to recover. 

"Oops sorry Chris , getting carried away, and I've not got to the good bit yet" she grinned, reaching for the baby oil they kept on the bedside table, she poured some into her hand, warming it, before sliding her hand over Chris's straining cock, smothering it in oil. "Does that feel good baby? I hope so. I would let you fuck me, but I'm so sore from what happened next,, " 

Chris's mind was reeling, how much further did she go? He didn't have to wait long, so he settled back and let Lizzie continue her gentle slippery wanking, while she whispered erotically into his ear. 

"Oh baby, you won't believe what happened next. I made Kevin lay down, his cock needed attention, they all needed attention. Kevin's cock was the biggest, not massive, but very thick. I sat astride him, holding his cock up straight, then slowly, so slowly lowering myself down on him, my wet pussy opening up easy to take him. Mmmm he stretched me Chris, opened my pussy up so good. I felt like I was being impaled. I started to fuck him, sliding up and down his pole, hearing him grunt with pleasure as I gave myself to him. I know the other two guys were watching closely, eyes on my arse, seeing Kevin's thick cock being sucked into my tight cunt, the lips stretching around his hardness, leaving the skin slick with juice. I wanted more, to do things I'd seen in porno's, so I naughtily turn round and asked the audience if they saw anything they liked. I asked if either of them wanted to take my other hole, if they wanted to that is. Mike jumped like he was shot, rushing forward, using his spit to wet his cock, he eased himself behind me. Oh god I was ready for this - I knew it might hurt, but I didn't care. I held myself still as I felt Mike's cock head touch my brown hole, slowly applying more pressure. The cock in my pussy was sending shocks of pleasure through me as it twitched, so I concentrated on that while the cock behind me pushed ever harder. I think I was whimpering has mike forced the swollen glans inside my most forbidden hole, oh god Chris I felt so dirty right then. Mike was calling me a slut as he forced his cock inside me, inch by inch his cock opened me up, my arsehole burning, turning into pleasure. 

I only realised he was fully in when I felt his balls pushing against me, my insides felt, so wonderfully full. I had two hard cocks feeling me completely, rubbing against my insides, stretching me open. Oh then they started thrusting, just able to move, my tightness squeezing their cocks. There was only sounds of fucking now - hard breathing and animal cries. My body started shaking, I think I was cumming continuously now, breath gasping as they impaled me. 

Dave moved round in front of me, he was wanking his cock hard, just inches from my face. I kept trying to lick it, trying to get a third cock in me. He grabbed my hair and rammed it home, almost making me chock on his cock , pushing it to the back of my throat. I didn't care, I wanted to be used, I wanted to drown in the sensations. 




Forbidden Fruit



Our bodies slapped together, sweat pouring down me, sliding down my chest, droplets falling onto Kevin below me. It made it so slippery, skin on skin, rubbing, sliding together. Four animals fucking together Chris, I was in heaven. Mike was thrusting harder and harder, not caring if he ripped my arse open, and I wanted more, wanted it harder. He cried out, his body tensing, and pulled out suddenly, my arse feeling open to the air, crying out for more cock. Oh then he came, all over my back, spunk running down into my still open arsehole, oh I came screaming then, his spunk cooling in my burning hot arse. 

My cunt contracted around Kevin's cock, milking him, squeezing him so tight, he couldn't take it anymore, and I felt his cock explode in me, filling my wet hole with his creamy cum, again and again I felt his cock twitch, spunk running out my pussy around his cock. I could now concentrate on the cock in my mouth, I wanted that cum badly, I needed to taste it Chris. I wanted all his spunk in my mouth, and I got it. Looking into Dave's eyes I silently implored him to cum, my hand now massaging his balls, wanting to squeeze every drop from them. 

I think he knew that my arse and pussy were already full of cum, and knowing that drove him over the edge, his cock pulling out so just the head was in my mouth, my fingers wanking him onto my waiting tongue. His first shots covered my teeth and tongue, then I pulled him out so I could catch his cum on my face, letting it drip over my tits. He looked amazed that I wanted his cum all over me, knowing me for the slut I am." 

With those last words Chris's world exploded, his iron will giving in. The build up in his balls could be held back no more, and he let out a sigh as his orgasm shook him, thighs pushing up against Lizzie's hand, arc after arc of his jism shooting over her fingers, falling on his belly. Lizzie looked down almost in surprise, her fantasy so strong she'd forgotten she was wanking her husband. She took no time to see to him though, her tongue sliding down his chest, to capture his still warm spunk, licking it off his heaving body. 

"Mmmm Chris, just what I wanted". She murmured, spunk still half filling her mouth. 

Chris almost passed out right there, his dreams finally realised.

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Feel free to send feedback, Please remember - I, the writer am a man [yes I am married], and this is fiction - hopefully sexy fiction though. I'm always very happy to hear from women who enjoy my stories, and maybe give me insight into what turns a woman on. 



Forbidden Fruit



I have dreamed of my sister for a few years now, not because she is so amazingly beautiful or exotic but because she represents everything great in what a woman could be. Maybe I think so highly of her because she is everything my wife is not. Needless to say, I think about her day and night and when I am making love to my wife, I am actually making love to Lisa. 

Lisa is ideal in so many ways, she has an amazing sense of humor, she is wicked intelligent and has the most seductive smile a man or woman could ever want. Her eyes can flirt with you in 100 ways, and her sculpted body can fool you in about 1000 more. I remember once telling her in a joking matter that I thought she had a perfect ass. She flipped her blondish-brown locks at me and laughed and pointed her ass in my direction as she gazed down at herself and said really? All I could do is roll my eyes and wish that I could just pull her towards me and embrace her lovingly as I gently parted her lips and kissed her in a way that I wouldn't spook her off, but invite a positive response.

But she is married, and to a lawyer no less who loves her and gives her everything she wants. Although she has always flirted with me in a way that always makes me think I have a chance, who is stupid enough to throw away their marriage for a moments of pleasure, no matter how good that pleasure is. The bottom line is simple, I just married the wrong sister, I showed up on the scene a few years too late and well the rest is history.

That is until now, with my marriage on the rocks and Lisa becoming more and more appealing as she grew older I have come to the conclusion that I must at least make an attempt. The flirting back and forth and the kisses to close to the lips and the full pressing body hugs just have sent me over the edge, so I made a devious little plan.

Lisa is always entertaining family but I have learned her schedule. I know she is home on Wednesday and Thursday afternoons alone. No kids, no husband, no friends. It is the time she spends cleaning her house and getting ready for the weekend which always seems to include some family event. So on Tuesday night I called Lisa up and asked if I could use the Jacuzzi in the backyard. Lisa hates the Jacuzzi because she does not handle the heat very well and can only remain in it for about 10 minutes, but I had hoped that it would only take me 5 minutes for her to forget the heat. Of course Lisa said yes and that I could come over anytime.

On the way over I stopped and picked up some food, italian from Lisa's favorite place. I ordered her an eggplant hero and I got myself a chicken parm hero. Arriving at her front door I knocked and entered without waiting for a response. Lisa was on the phone and was clearly upset, I guess her husband had told her that once again he would be home late and that she would have to run an additional set of errands before she went to pickup the kids. I was hoping she would be in a good mood, but soon realized that this could easily be my key to seducing her. 

Once she hung up the phone, I came up from behind her, wrapped my arms around her slender stomach and kissed her overly sensitive neck and said hello. She squirmed at the kiss on her neck and smacked me on the arm telling me that her neck was way too sensitive for that kind of play. I winked at her and gave her a hug, holding her for a few seconds longer than I should and asked her why she was so upset. Lisa told me the story and while doing so I turned her around and started rubbing her shoulders. She complained that he never pays enough attention to her and the kids and she was sick of him being home so late each night. If he had only paid the same amount of attention to her she wouldn't be so angry all the time. Meanwhile my hands are rubbing her shoulders and neck and I keep telling her that she is right, it is not fair and she is way to special for such treatment. At this, Lisa relaxes her body and leans it into mine and asks me what was in the bags. I scoot up close to her, with my loins pressed against her ass and my chest pressing firmly against her back and reach to the table to grab the heros. Pulling hers out, I get up and grab her some dishes and a drink and look at her.

Lisa is wearing blue jeans, not t he tight ones I enjoy but she is wearing a white tank top that is form fitting. Over it is a loose unbuttoned blouse. I see that her nipples are erect through the soft material and I know that my back rub had an affect. We sit together and I let her tell me her frustrations. As we are cleaning up I ask her if she had turned the Jacuzzi on and she said of course. I tell her that if she wants to get changed into a bathing suit that I would be happy to finish the massage in the hot water. She shrugs and tells me that she has too much to do and I remind her that her husband is not home doing the chores so why shouldn't she relax a bit too.

She tells me no and I jump into the bathroom leaving the door a little ajar and pull off my pants. I am not super human in strength or have the body building type of frame, but I am well built and even more important I was blessed with thick cock that has enough length to make a woman gasp at the sight but not think I should be a porn star. I turned to give off a decent view and pulled off my pants leaving it hanging there hoping she would get a glimpse. The idea worked because she came around the corner and looked through. I know she saw because we made eye contact and just as we did, I pulled up the bathing suit and walked towards her. As I passed her, I swatted her ass and said I would be out back and that she should really consider joining me.

I jumped into the tub and began to relax and doubt whether my plan would actually work. I know Lisa is attracted to me but she is just to caught up in being morally correct that she could never take flirting to the next level. I positioned myself so I could see into windows on the second floor and watched as Lisa came up to the window to look at what I was doing. I noticed her and waved her down and she turned away. A few moments later she was outside wearing a towel and told me that no matter what she couldn't get her hair wet. 

Because Lisa is a bit prudish, I expected this unattractive one piece bathing suit so you could imagine my surprise when she dropped her towel to reveal a wonderfully revealing white bikini. I looked at her and told her that she was entirely too sexy for her own good and that she looked fantastic. She told me that she had purchased this bathing suit to impress her husband but knew I would like it more. She sat across from me and stretched her body out. Her toes, painted red were about three inches from my feet and her breasts were popping up out of the water, the white having becoming like she was naked, her nipple pink and erect. This immediately got me excited and I thank god that at that every moment I was underwater and surrounded by the increasing number of bubbles the jacuzzi was producing. I offered her the massage and she moved towards me, spinning in a half circle so that her ass was in my crotch and her back against my chest. She gasped a bit and leaned harder against me. My erection which was small at the time immediately started pushing back against her and my hand went to her stomach. She placed her hands on my hands and intertwined our fingers and slowly moved it up her body to her breasts. I took my cue from there, slowly feeling the edges of her bathing suit, playing with her breasts but not touching her nipples. Slowly I caressed her chest, moving up her neck line and down, ignorning her swollen nipples as I continued to press my cock into her magnificent ass. My lips, kissing her back and the flat part of the back of her neck where he shoulder blades split. Spinning her around, she locks her legs around my back and tells me that nobody can know about this. I kiss her mid sentence and whisper I know while untying her bikini top and throw it to the deck outside the jacuzzi. Lifting her up she reaches down between my legs and starts to massage my already aching cock. She tells me that I am so much bigger than her husband and that she can't wait to experience me. I lift her off and she pulls my bathing suit off and almost simultaneously pulls off her bikini bottoms. She straddles me as I take a nipple into my mouth and slowly rub my cock against the lips of her pussy. 

Flicking her nipple in my mouth for a bit I switch my tactic and lift her up and place her ass on the top of the outside edge of the Jacuzzi. Her patch, neatly trimmed and shaped like a triangle sits exposed as I position myself to go down on her. Her lips are glistening with moisture as I begin to trace my tongue around her mound. Opening her lips I let my tongue dance across her clit, flicking and licking as I vibrate the letters of the alphabet. Every third or fourth letter moving my tongue down and darting it inside her before moving back to continue my ABC's. Grabbing my hair Lisa starts to buck her hips against my face screaming at me to tongue fuck her and I can do nothing but oblige. I stiffen my tongue like a board and pound it into her opening while at the same time reaching up teasing her clit. Bucking and thrashing she erupts into an orgasm and collapses into the water sending me plunging to the bottom of the jacuzzi. 

I surface with a smile on my face but not done experiencing my sister. She begs for me to stop but instead I lift her hips up and enter her with soft and shallow pumps of my hips. Switching to gyrations I dive deeper, letting my cock explore until I get the response I want. Lisa wraps her legs around me once more and we move like we have been together for years. Pumping and moving like one until I explode my seed and collapse into each other. Kissing softly and holding each other, both wondering how we can repeat this, but at the same time keep it a secret.



Forbidden Fruit



I wouldn't say I was interested in TJ to start with. He was a cool guy, involved in an after-class activity that I had joined the year before. I had a couple years on him, but not as many as some would think. He was kind of an adorable geek who was fun to hang out with.

TJ could make people laugh, or at least in our group, at much unexpected things. He was kind and flirty, if a little shy. I laughed a bit when he started dating Steph, who had claimed she hated him. They lasted a good year and a half.

Sure, I'd messed around with him. It was kind of a slutty phase for me, exploring my sexuality and stuff. It's not like I actually had intercourse with everyone that showed interest, but I wasn't particularly picky at that time. I'm not proud of every dick I sucked, but I don't really regret it either.

He caught me off guard a few years later. I was out of school, but visited my friends quite often. I had been in a monogamous relationship for a full two years, and very happy with that fact. I would never have even thought that TJ would consider taking advantage of me, but in reality, he was looking for an invitation.

There's some slut in all of us, I think... some left over primordial "mate-or-die" instinct that tells us that sex is inherently good for us. I can't explain it any better than that, since nothing particularly life-threatening or epiphany-inspiring happened that night.

I agreed to watch a campy movie with TJ after meeting with our group of friends. It was a laugh-your-head-off-terrible movie where a biblical figure fought zombies in a current-day setting. TJ cuddled with me a little while we watched, but this was not uncalled for. I appreciated the attention, deep down, and wished for a second or two that I was single.

That I actually had the thought cross my mind, even after being with Jason for two years, having great sex and conversation and inside jokes, was incredulous to me. I dropped it.

After the movie, I was tired. I wasn't about to drive home when all I wanted to do was nod off. I curled up against TJ and closed my eyes. He gently kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. It was comfortable, and I fell asleep.

I woke up a little later, my left arm tingling from being tucked under me while I was asleep. I rolled to wiggle my fingers and TJ, who had also been sleeping, opened his eyes and asked if I was okay. I nodded and rubbed my arm into wakefulness, then curled up against him again, carefully folding my left arm between us. TJ took the fingers of my left hand and kissed them softly. I smiled and batted my eyelashes at him playfully.

We laughed quietly and he pulled me close. "Want to watch another movie?" he asked.

Browsing his selection, I noticed quite a few adult films. "Let's watch one of these," I laughed, only half-joking about a girl-on-girl DVD with pink lettering and purple toys on it. He smiled at me, trying to figure out if I was serious. He shrugged and put it in the player.

We watched quietly, TJ snuggling against me like he had during the cheesy zombie movie earlier. It took on a different meaning to me, but I didn't dissuade him. The girls on the screen undressed each other, kissing porno star flailing tongued kisses and moaning ridiculously. It didn't matter that they were acting, or that this movie was just as bad as the zombie one previous, we were both getting into it. I could feel the dampness in my panties without sitting up or moving around, and TJ's position next to me did not hide his growing erection.

I started thinking of excuses. Reasons to stay, reasons to leave, what I would tell Jason, what I would ask TJ...

The video played on, and the girls started licking each other and pulling out the purple dildos so prominently pictured on the box. TJ must have noticed my distracted look, and kissed me. He completely took me by surprise, and I jumped. He apologized and turned away. I felt torn, knowing that what he did was wrong, that he felt bad for it, and knowing that I liked it, and felt bad about it, and still wanted it. I kissed him back.

We made out like that, with the movie playing in the background and groping each other over our clothes. It felt good -- not because I needed that kind of attention -- but because it wasn't supposed to. TJ was understandably into it, having been out of a relationship for a few months now, but even he was excited by the idea that we weren't supposed to be doing these things. He moaned and called me the forbidden fruit. I told you he was a geek, but at least he was a romantic one.

The pawing and kissing worked me up terribly. TJ grew adventurous and asked me to bite him. I was thrilled -- Jason always warned me not to leave a mark, and here was a guy begging for a hickey. I gnawed on him gently at first, and he groaned. I bit harder and his arms wrapped around me and his breaths grew shallow and fast.

That he was so turned on by the act of me chewing on his neck swept me up in a whirlwind of emotions. I couldn't react in any other way that to tell him what I felt.

"I want you."

It was obvious, the way our hips were pressed together, that TJ was thinking something along those lines as well. He groaned and looked into my eyes with a questioning gaze. I felt for his belt and undid it, not loosing his stare. He pushed me down and removed the belt himself, as well as his jeans, before stripping off my shirt and teasing my breasts through the lace of my bra. He pulled back the fabric and flicked my nipples with his tongue.

Pleasure surged from my core and I thought he might bring me to climax playing with my breasts. He reached down and undid my jeans, pausing playfully to rub at the wet spot in my panties. I reached up and pulled down his boxers, exposing the magnificent cock that I had only been introduced to once before. I had forgotten its length and circumference, or perhaps its girth was increased by our foreplay, but I had to have it in my mouth. I sucked the tip of it into my mouth. TJ gasped and thrust gently, pressing against my lips and then the back of my throat. I gagged, just once, and only a little. I relaxed and let him fuck my face while he pulled on my hair. It was divine, and I could feel in my mouth he wanted to release.

He stopped. I was about to protest when he pushed me down again. He spread my legs roughly and leaned toward me. I flinched, and only then did he remember to grab a condom from his discarded jeans. I was flattered that it was there, though I suppose I should have been weirded out a little. I mean, he had that ready for a girl who was in a relationship? Then again, any Eagle Scout such as he was would know how to "be prepared."

TJ pulled the latex on quickly and pushed the tip of his penis against my clit. The sensation was heightened by the girls screaming for more from their toys on the TV. I had to have him inside me, and it was more than urgent. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.

I don't generally like condoms. The colored ones and the flavored ones make great party favors, but the sensation of the latex is nothing like skin-on-skin friction. It didn't even matter. I was so cued up for sex at that moment that he could have stuck just about anything into my pussy and gotten away with it. The way it happened, TJ put his full length into me and slowly began a rhythm that suggested he meant to take his time.

Slow and steady usually wins me over just the same, but I wouldn't have any of that. I raked his back with my fingernails and whispered directions to him. I nibbled on his earlobe as he quickened his pace and slammed into me harder. It was heavenly.

I lost myself in the lust that he had inspired and threw my head back with my eyes closed. His mouth once more found my nipples and he teased them while he banged me. I came without much warning, and his strokes didn't stop. TJ went back to the slow pace he started with. I shivered as he felt up my sides and chest and neck, kissing me tenderly in places I had no idea were so sensitive.

The credits rolled and he was still making love to me. I realized that was his intention. TJ had apparently figured out that this was his chance, and he was making the most of it. Instead of feeling sorry for him, I got into his rhythm and started rocking against him.

TJ was an amazing lover. He admitted to not having as much experience as I did, though he seemed to be a natural. My second climax built like a snowball, and grew when TJ started making his thrusts more pronounced. I could feel his erection growing inside me as he prepared to fill the condom. The snowball avalanched upon me, filling my entire body with fireworks, and we came at approximately the same time.

I waited as TJ tossed the spent wrapper and curled against him once more when he returned. The after glow lasted well into the early morning hours, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

It really couldn't have been more romantic. It was like all those smutty romance novels my sister loved to read. I kissed TJ goodbye in the morning, with mixed emotions. I had to decide, quickly, if I could keep Jason if he knew, if he didn't find out, or if I kept TJ. I wondered if TJ would allow me to keep Jason if I wanted to keep TJ. My mind reeled as I drove home, thinking of all the possibilities open to me.

I couldn't help but smile. It was an experience I wouldn't forget, regardless of who found out, what happened next, what decisions I made or were made by Jason or TJ. I surprised myself, falling for a young romantic geek, after all this time. I could live with that.



Forbidden Fruit



She met him on a dark night on Sunset Boulevard. Wasn't really looking for anything special, she was tired of searching for love in all the wrong places. Sitting with a confident smile and good glass of chardonnay, Christine skimmed through the pages of her latest case. She took a sip of her wine and when she looked up, there he was. God he was perfect, built like a Greek god with a set of blue eyes to match. She felt her thighs burn at she undressed him with her eyes. As she caught herself staring, she blushed and took another sip of her chardonnay. Coincidentally, he sat two tables away and she could see his every move. What she didn't realize is that the perfect stranger was watching her as well. After about three glasses, she could feel that unmistakable feeling run through her body. If she kept drinking she would have to be put in cab by one of the waiters, which would probably be the highlight of her evening. 

When she looked up, his eyes caught hers and she was lost in a sea of desire. She looked away for a few seconds and now the perfect stranger was up and moving. She desperately wanted to follow him with her eyes, but decided against it. When she looked back up again, there he was in front of her. The perfect stranger, with the perfect body and the perfect eyes was right in front of her. He joined her for another glass of wine and hearing him speak made her panties wet. They sat there for hours getting to know each other, leaving no stone unturned. His name was Kevin, he was married, no surprise there; no kids but very a cold bed. She knew it was wrong but here she was flirting, no desiring; a married man. 

One thing led to another and he invited her to his loft in Soho. A property he had left behind after he had tied the knot and now only kept it for moments when he needed to think. Barely shutting the door, Christine was on him like an animal. She could feel the tension in her body rising, she wanted it...she wanted it real bad. He began tearing at her clothes and she at his. His body was just as she thought it would be. Strong arms, big back, chiseled abs, and most importantly a gorgeous dick. He took a glance at her body; she was totally different from what he usually went for. Christine was a tall, big-breasted, wide-hipped beauty with long, black flowing hair. 

He ran his hand through her beautiful hair and then cupped one her breast. He began to suck on it, flicking it with his tongue. As he bit on it, Christine seemed to purr from desire. They rapidly progressed from the front door to the living-room couch. He laid her down, viciously opened her legs and stuck his head right in between. He began licking her up, down and all around. Her taste made his cock rock hard. Christine began moaning and thrusting her pelvis to his face. It had been long, too long. She could feel her walls throbbing; she wanted his dick inside now. She lifted his head from her clit and told him in the dirtiest way she could: "Fuck me, fuck me good!" He fucked her really hard and fast, he would've never thought it would be this good.  

He picked her body up and took her upstairs to his bed for round two. Here he slowly entered her, letting her feel every single inch of his manhood. She moaned and she felt her hole being completely filled. He pulled it back out and then rammed his cock all the way in. The sudden force was both a shock of pain and pleasure for Christine. He began to move his body along with hers picking up speed. He could feel her pussy contracting on his dick and it made him crazy; he would burst inside her if he wasn't careful. He flipped her on her stomach and made her stick her ass up. He entered her just like that and she could feel herself all wet. She picked her body up and got on all fours, she had lost all discretion. He started to move ferociously, pulling her head back to put his tongue in her mouth. She grinded back at him and she could feel him hitting her spot. 

She moaned all types of obscenities and all this did was excite Kevin even more. After awhile and endless positions, she could feel her third orgasm coming on and he could no longer hold it in. She came hard and long, gripping at the sheets and his hair. He pulled his dick out and she thought she'd surprise him. She grabbed his dick, jerked him off a little and he exploded all over her chest. She smiled and thought to herself, "bet your wife wouldn't let you do that". After two more hot and sticky rounds, Christine joined Kevin in a shower. She got dressed and gave him her card, she told him her number was on the back and left. As she stopped a cab, she could feel him staring at her from the window, his eyes piercing right through her. 

On her ride back to her apartment on the lower east side, she still couldn't shake the thought of what she'd done. She wasn't proud, but then again there was no use crying for spilt milk. It had happened, she enjoyed it and that was that. The next morning, her exploding headache was just a reminder that she hadn't dreamt the night before. She lied awake in bed and could still feel his lips on hers. It made her stomach flutter and her clit pulse. She closed her eyes and imagined Kevin's heavenly body on hers and suddenly her hands had a mind of their own. She began to play with herself, working her finger faster and faster. Her body tensing and twisting all over her bed as she came so hard she didn't move for an hour. Not only was she fantasizing over what he had done to her, she was now lusting over him. 

On the other side of town, Kevin was enjoying some breakfast after a monotonous quickie with his wife Elizabeth. The sex wasn't the problem, the sex had always been good, but he found himself out of love with her. Elizabeth and him had been married for some time now and had dated for twice than that. She was beautiful: a petite brunette with a gorgeous smile and hypnotizing eyes. He could remember the countless times he had made her his, but now everything had changed. He knew he cared about her, she was above all his wife, but he couldn't lie to his heart. He flipped through the newspaper and he almost chocked on his croissant. He couldn't believe his eyes. There she was on page seven of the New York Times, his black-haired beauty. To his surprise, Christine was an extremely successful attorney who had just defeated one of the most notorious drug dealers ever. She was stunning; her mesmerizing lips, that long black hair, those long, sensual legs. He had had many women in his life but none like her; if only he could see her again. Thinking about her made a huge bulge in his pants and he closed the newspaper. 

Back on the east, Christine sat on her couch and flipped through the channels of her wide-screen plasma. As she admired Vera Wang's new spring collection, she was surprised by the multiple rings of her house phones. She got up and picked up the line in her kitchen and when she heard the voice on the other side, she nearly dropped the phone. She had honestly thought it had been a one-night stand, but there he was her Greek god asking her out on a date. She reluctantly accepted and then stood in her kitchen, her face flushed with confusion and anxiety. This was wrong and she knew it, what would her mother say. She would tell Kevin during their dinner that this could no longer go on, he was married and what had happened was a mistake. Kevin and Christine never made it to dinner and now found themselves in the middle of Christine's bedroom. 

With every kiss her excitement grew; she had never wanted a man this much. Kevin touched her, his hands gliding through all the places he had been thinking about. Christine was unaware that just like her; Kevin had been lusting over her body. He kissed her, their tongues intertwining and sending all kinds of electricity through their bodies. He threw her up against the wall and kissed her neck; Christine moaned at the rudeness but eagerly wiggled out of her black lace panties. She undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his slacks and watched them fall to his feet. His package was hard as a bone and she yearned for it. He picked her up on the wall and she wrapped her legs around his long torso. He let her body fall on his dick and began to do her on the wall. He held her and walked over to the bed and laid back. She rode his cock like no other women had before. 

He kissed her, licked her, and tasted every inch of her body. In the back of his mind he knew it was wrong, but he had never wanted it so bad; never. Christine rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit on him. She loved the way he felt inside of her, God it felt so good. She whispered in his ear, "Do me Kevin, do whatever you want with me." Again he felt as though he would burst inside of her, he slowed his pace down and retreated from inside her tight, hot pussy. She got on her knees and put her juicy lips over the head of his penis. "Damn did she have some lips on her", he thought to himself. She began to suck him off, like the dirty whore he wanted her to be. She took it out and looked as it glistened with her saliva. She devoured his perfect dick and soon Kevin felt himself cumming inside her hungry mouth. He couldn't believe it, he let out a loud groan and let his body shudder as Christine drank every last drop. 

He was captivated by her, she blew his mind. Christine got up and looked at him in the eyes. She went into the bathroom and began to run a bath. When the tub was filled, she got in and she hoped Kevin would follow. Sure enough he came into the bathroom and got into her over-sized tub. She sat on him, her back to him and slowly rocked her pussy on his dick. He pulled on her nipples, making them hard under his fingertips. While she was on top of her, he ran his hand down her chest and onto her pussy. He played with her clit while she fucked him slow but agile. When he was about to explode, she locked her pussy over his cock and held on to him. Simultaneously, they both reached their peaks and sparks flew. He busted his load all inside of her and she let her juices drip down his balls. Their bodies slumped in the tub and they held and kissed each other for what seemed like eternity. As Kevin was exiting her apartment, he explained that he needed to get back before he arose suspicions. Christine understood and closed the door behind him. She took a long hard look at the door and knew that she would never see Kevin again. That same week she changed her telephone number and said goodbye to that perfect stranger she had met that night.



Forbidden Fruit



Evan and I had been dating for seven months and had moved in together before I met his mum, Tina. I knew she had been only 14 when she had given birth to her only child, and I also knew that she was a lesbian living with her lover, Julie. Evan talked about her a lot, he was obviously quite close to her, but he had never told me how sexy she was. The first time I saw her I actually drew in a breath. She was the most stunning looking person I had ever seen. Copper curls cascaded around a beautiful face with piercing green eyes and luscious red lips and I actually felt a tingle between my legs. My eyes moved down further over her rounded breasts, tight waist and perfect arse encased in blue denim and my nipples became sore and erect. Even though I had never been with another woman before I knew I had bisexual tendencies, I often fantasised about women when I masturbated, but I had never felt an attraction quite this sharp before. I took a quick glance at Evan feeling guilty for these unwanted feelings, but luckily he hadn't noticed my arousal. Tina had though. She was staring directly at my nipples through the soft fabric of my top and smiled. I looked away in embarrassment.

'Hi Holly,' she said. 'Glad to finally meet you at last.'

'Hi Tina,' I replied, shaking her hand. Her touch was electric and she didn't miss the way I shuddered.

'Where's Julie?' Evan asked.

'Working, I'm afraid, so it'll just be the three of us for dinner.'

'Two,' Evan admitted. 'Stephen need's the company at the moment so I'd said I spend some time with him tonight, but I thought it would be a perfect opportunity for my two favourite girls to get to know each other at last.' Stephen, Evan's life-long best friend, had just lost his wife of four years in a car accident and was now having to bring up their baby son alone, and to be perfectly honest, wasn't coping that well. His phone call just minutes before had not been entirely unexpected, and Evan would never leave a friend in need. He said his goodbyes and Tina poured me a glass of wine and put on some low music.

'Don't be embarrassed by being turned-on,' she said after he had gone. 'It's a perfectly natural reaction.' I flushed again and said nothing, I just looked down into my drink and fought the urge to run into the bathroom and finger myself. After that, we spent a very pleasent evening getting to know each other. I knew there was no chance of this ever happening so I did my best to ignore it and become friends with her.

I'm ten years older than Evan, so I'm only four years younger than Tina so it was very easy to get to know her. We have a lot of the same likes and dislikes and very soon we were laughing and joking and I relaxed a little, until I felt her hand on my thigh as we sat next to each other on the sofa after we had eaten. We were both quite drunk at this point, so I didn't try to stop her as she squeezed my knee gently. That small touch felt amazing.

'You're a lesbian virgin, aren't you Holly?' she whispered huskily, sending shivers thrilling through my whole body. I nodded, dumbstruck.

'Do you want that to change? Do you want me to fuck you?' I was shocked at the sudden change of mood, shocked and excited. Her hand moved further up my naked thigh under my skirt.

'Y...yes,' I managed to stammer. I moved my legs apart without even thinking.

'Will you be a good girl and do as you're told?' I couldn't speak so I just nodded.

'Good. Now sit on my lap, Bitch.' I straddled her and as I slowly lowered myself onto her lap, the hand between my legs pushed aside the fabric of my now soaking panties and her fingers entered my slit with her thumb resting on my clit. I gasped in pleasure.

'Do you like that, Bitch?'

'Yes Tina,' I replied, wriggling to increase the incredible sensations in my pussy.

'Don't call me Tina. Call me Mistress.' The command turned me on even more.

'Yes Mistress.' Her thumb then started to encircle my engorged clit.

'God, you're so wet. Your juices are running all over my hand. Hump me, Bitch. Ride my fingers until you cum.' I began to bounce up and down on my knees, finger-fucking myself with her fingers. With her free hand she pulled up my top and pulled my tits out of the bra cups, squeezing and twisting one nipple so hard as it jiggled up and down. At first I hated the pain, but as I slowly accustomed it with pleasure it excited me even more and I began to crave it.

'Yes, Mistress, hurt me, please hurt me,' I begged my new dom.

'Are you cumming yet?'

'Yes, I'm cumming, I'm cummingggg!!!'The orgasm ripped though my body like never before and my cunt pulsated violently around her fingers. From the look on her face I could see I had pleased her.

'Have you ever tasted your own cunt cream?' I shook my head in a no and watched fascinated as she bought her fingers up to my lips stretching one long line of sticky pussy juice from my still gushing hole which clung to my chin as I greedily sucked and licked my own desire for her from her fingers.

'That's it,' she urged. 'Eat it all up, you dirty little whore.' When I had finished she commanded me to stand in front of her. She stood too and she kissed me so passionately before she made me remove all our clothes.

'You're such a dirty bitch, Holly, aren't you?'

'Yes Mistress.'

'What are you?'

'I'm a dirty bitch Mistress. I'm you dirty fucking bitch.'

'Lie down on the sofa, Bitch, and spread your legs.' I did as I was told and she lay down on top of me so her face was directly above my pussy and her pussy was directly above my face. Her lips then clamped down on my lips and her tongue probed my hole so I did the same to her, raising my head to her sweet tasting wetness. I was so turned on I came in seconds, moaning into her cunt, her juices all over my cheeks and her thighs, but she didn't stop. I took her nub between my lips and sucked hard, just as she was doing to me, willing her to orgasm as hard as I had. When she did, her whole body shook and I came for the third time moments later.

Afterwards we cleaned up and I went home. When I saw Evan I didn't feel guilty at all, I just silently thanked him for having such a goddamned sexy mother. I couldn't wait to see her again the next day when we went shopping, little realising then just what we had started...



Forbidden Fruit



Chapter 1

It was a cool October afternoon and Stephen was in his study when his phone rang, giving him the excuse to delay marking the pile of work on his desk. The caller, a lady was enquiring about his A level maths 'trouble shooting' course and wondered if he could help her daughter, who had been struggling with Algebra. Checking his diary Stephen found a slot and it was agreed the student would come round for her first lesson on the following Wednesday.

Around half five on the appointed evening the girl was dropped off by her friend at Stephen's house. Stephen let her in and showed her to his study and relieved her of her grey fur-hooded coat. Stephen knew that new students could be a little nervous so he tried to put her at ease with small talk and by asking her a few questions. Rebecca was 18 and was in the sixth form at the local high school. As it had been an inset day she had not been to school. Consequently she was in her casuals: light blue, hipster jeans and a baggy top made of some sort of twill with a rather garish mixture of dark red splodges and green stars. She had a bright face with big brown eyes and a rather playful, cheeky smile, which Stephen liked. Her hair was not quite shoulder-length, brownish black and very fine, the sort that barely needs combing. It was scooped round in a short pony-tail, which enhanced her rather cute girly features. Despite her loose-fitting top Stephen could not help noticing that she was sporting a pair of rather fine boobs, which made no attempt at all to be concealed beneath the sweater.

After their preliminary chat, Stephen got to the crux of why she was there and learned that Rebecca was actually quite good at maths but found the Algebra hard going. The girl sat listening intently to Stephen's advice and what he could offer her on the short course. It was important to her to get good grades. She occasionally interrupted with some good questions, which impressed Stephen. Her rather innocent face belied a rather confident and self assured tone and she surprised him with her eloquence and well thought out queries. This continued for a few more minutes until they reached a natural pause and Stephen asked if she would like a coffee. 

'Erm, do you have anything stronger?' asked Rebecca precociously. 

'Cocoa?' offered Stephen, with a smile. 

'Er, not exactly', retorted Rebecca. 'I was thinking of something...much stronger.'

'I don't think so, sorry.'

'Awww, I thought you seemed like a good guy, I hope you're not one of those stuffy teachers -- I'm not at school today.'

Rebecca looked at Stephen imploringly, twizzling a few strands of hair around her index finger.

'Just one little drink?'

Stephen felt awkward. Did he put his foot down and risk having a miserable student for the next few sessions or did he open a couple of beers, however imprudent that might be.

'OK, one beer, but this is a one off OK!'

'Aaah cool Mr... hang on you've not told me your name yet.'

'It's Mr Andrews, but I like my students to call me Stephen, I don't like too much formality.

They sat for a while drinking their beer, Stephen feeling rather uneasy about it but not wanting to appear a fuddy duddy. He asked her about the other subjects that she was taking and learned she was keen on geography and science. 

'Have you got a girlfriend Stephen? Asked Rebecca, out of the blue.

'Well no not at the moment, why do you ask? 

'Just curious, that's all -- my Mum calls me a nosey parker'. 

Stephen was keen to get back to work, so he had her drink up and they continued with another 20 minutes of maths.

'Your tuition time is nearly up for tonight Rebecca, is your Mum going to pick you up?'

'No, her car's in for repairs, so she's given me a tenner for a taxi, is it OK if I phone for one from here? I've left my mobile at home.'

'Of course, here use this handset.' 

When she had made the call, Stephen offered Rebecca a stick of chewing gum. 

'Here, you better have this, it's not going to look good if you go home with alcohol on your breath is it?'

'Oh gosh, no - thanks!'

A few minutes later there was the sound of a horn and Stephen grabbed Rebecca's coat. When she was gone he took a deep breath and got himself another beer. His new student was a year or two older than his others. He had never taught anyone from the sixth form. He could tell she was a bright student, but he would make sure there was no more beer on the next visit. 'Strictly algebra' he said out loud.

Rebecca thought about her tutor on her way home. She had never had private lessons before and didn't see why there had to be the same rules she was bound by at school. 

"Watch out Mr Andrews", she thought to herself as her taxi pulled up at her house.

Chapter 2

Rebecca's next session was the following Monday and she was to go to Stephen's house straight from school. She went most of the way with her best friends Amanda and Rachel by bus but had to walk the last hundred yards alone to Lime Tree close. 

Hearing his door bell, Stephen suspected it would be Rebecca and let her in. He was instantly taken aback. The previous Wednesday apart from noticing her breasts he had not at all seen her in any sexual way, but all of a sudden he found himself almost stunned. Rebecca noticed this. 

'Are you alright Stephen?' she enquired. 

'Yes, fine', he said shaking his head slightly. 

She was wearing the standard high school uniform but the school had allowed for a degree of personal preference as long as it followed basic guidelines. Piercing and jewellery were banned. She was wearing a white blouse, which highlighted what were clearly wonderful breasts. Her white lacy bra could be seen easily through it, just revealing slightly darker nipples. Her blue and white striped tie finished just short of her last but one button. She had a rather short, pleated, black skirt and black knee-length socks. As she turned to sit down he noticed her round, slightly pert bottom, which lifted her skirt proud of her legs. 

Stephen was finding it hard to concentrate as he sat her down at his study desk. She seemed to present a dichotomy between innocence and sexuality. On the one hand here was a 18 year-old schoolgirl in her uniform, looking slightly vulnerable though utterly charming, while on the other she was a young woman, amply developed and frankly oozing sex appeal with every second that ticked by.

'OK Rebecca, have you done any of those problems I set you last time?'

'Yes', she said, taking a sheaf of papers from a small leather string pull bag. 

Stephen had given her some relatively simple geometric questions, all of which involved basic Algebra in their solution. 

'Remember Rebecca, quadratics only work because everything is equal to zero'. 

'Yes, I can see that from the examples you set me, it's really helped to get the whole thing stuck in my mind', she replied confidently. 

They had a productive half hour and Stephen had become so engrossed in the maths and his devotion to his job that he had temporarily forgotten about the effects the uniform had had upon him. 

'We'll break for coffee, OK?, he said. 'Sit on the sofa if you like'. 

A few minutes later returning from the kitchen he started when he saw Rebecca. She had removed her tie and was sitting nearly prostrate, her bottom perched on the edge of the couch with her legs stretched out in front of her. This had the effect of making her skirt appear much shorter so that there was now far more of the white of her young legs visible. 

'Comfortable?' asked Stephen sarcastically.

'Thanks', she nodded, taking the coffee from him as she sat up slightly. 

'Sorry, I was just chilling for a minute, I like to relax when I've been thinking hard.'

'You certainly don't do things by halves.'

He handed her the coffee and he tried to think of some mundane subject to chat about, anything that would take his mind off her body.

As they sat talking, Stephen noticed that in removing her tie, she had inadvertently undone one of the buttons on her blouse. Stephen did not realise he was staring at it, transfixed by the lacy pattern of her bra and the teasingly small bit of cleavage it revealed. 

'Naughty!' chimed in Rebecca. 

'Er, erm, no I was miles away', said Stephen, blushing and beginning to feel rather hot and bothered. 

'I know exactly where you were', said Rebecca naughtily.

'Well, do you like what you see', she asked, proudly. 

'Gosh, Rebecca, I really think we need to end this conversation right here', Stephen said seriously.

'I don't want to', she said coyly. 

'Do you want to see some more?'

Stephen was dazed, this had caught him completely off guard.

'Well?' 

Stephen just looked in to her big brown eyes, studied her perfect features and faultless complexion. He gulped, he didn't know what to say, but he knew he should say no and somehow take control of the situation. She just looked so sweet, he found himself losing the fight with his deeper, primeval emotions. He looked down at her gorgeous legs and those long, black socks. 

'You can touch me if you like it's OK.'

Stephen found his hand moving involuntarily towards her leg. It was almost as if he had lost control of his own body. He slid his hand along the inside of her thigh and up her skirt. Her skin was smooth and soft. Rebecca was looking at him intently, willing him to do more. She wanted to be in control of the situation; use her feminine powers to get what she wanted but at the same time please him. Stephen moved closer to her and pressed his lips against hers as he moved his hand a little further so her could feel the fabric of her knickers against his fingers. Rebecca responded sensuously, snogging him ravenously. After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, she let him free.

'Shall we make love Stephen?'

This did it and somehow brought Stephen to his senses.

'No Rebecca, no -- oh what am I doing?!

'We're enjoying ourselves'

'But you're my student.'

Stephen jumped up. 

'Come on young lady, this has gone too far, we've got to get back on track.'

Rebecca stuck her bottom lip out like a spoilt brat.

'What's wrong with me?'

'Nothing, that's the point. You're perfect. I find you completely irresistable. But the fact remains that you're in my care while you're here. I'm abusing my position if I carry this through. This is really not a good idea, you have to see that. We've gone way too far already and it's nearly 6.30 - we need to do some more work.' 

'Well, I don't mind', said Rebecca, this is just between us, no one need know'.

'I'd know. Come on really, we need to get back to work.' 

Stephen was now quite serious and Rebecca sulked.

'OK, I suppose so, but I wont tell anybody really, I'm not trying to get you in trouble. It's just that guys my age are just jerks. You're different. You're interesting.'

Stephen sat down again with his student, his mind in a whirl as he tried to help her solve a few more problems for 20 minutes before her mobile beeped with a text from her Mum to say she was a couple of minutes away. He made sure her clothes looked in good order before she left. 

'Don't panic Stephen, I'm not going to tell anybody about this you know'.

'I hope not'. 

'See you next week then.'

'OK bye', she said and she ran down his drive to her Mum's car, as it was now raining quite hard.

Stephen could hardly get to sleep that night. He couldn't believe what had happened. He knew if anyone found out he could be in deep water. He consoled himself that they hadn't actually done anything as such and it was she who had taken the initiative but...

Stephen decided not to be negative and just think about the evening. Rebecca really was a super young woman; bright, intelligent with completely fantastic tits he thought to himself shamelessly. She would be back a week later, he would have to take control this time and try to nip things in the bud. 

Five miles away Rebecca lay in bed thinking of Stephen. She giggled to herself. "I'm not trying hard enough. I'll have you yet Stephen Andrews." She played with herself for a few minutes, but began to feel so tired, she turned over and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 3

It was a breezy, cloudy afternoon and Stephen went outside to bring some washing in from the line before the air got too damp. As he came back he noticed a girl in a grey anorak walking up the close; he was sure it was Rebecca.

He took his armful of clothes in to his utility room, leaving the front door ajar. Sure enough when he returned, Rebecca was walking up his drive. 

"What is she doing here?" He thought. She wasn't due for her next tutorial for another three days.

'Hi Stephen, bet you weren't expecting to see me eh?'

'Exactly, you're not due to come round until Thursday.'

'Thought I'd pay you a surprise visit, is that OK?'

'I suppose so, you'd better come in.'

Stephen locked the door behind her. He could feel himself getting flustered again and his heart missed a beat. 

'I know it's not warm today, but aren't you hot in that coat?'

'A little, but I'm wearing it for a reason.'

Rebecca unfastened the toggles on her coat and allowed it to fall to the floor. Stephen stood wide-eyed and gulped. She was dressed to kill. She wore a tight, white blouse, which was tied at the waist. She had no bra, so that her nipples pressed against the material. Her black skirt was ridiculously short. It was so short it only just covered her panties. Then to top the whole thing were a pair of black holdups. The effect on Stephen was overwhelming.

'Oh fucking hell Rebecca.' Was all he could say.

The student looked up at Stephen. She was smouldering. Her hair had not long been washed and Stephen could detect the delicious scent from her body spray. Her brown eyes seemed that little bit browner today. She stuck out her tongue and rolled it slowly along her bottom lip. 

Stephen gulped.

Rebecca walked up to him and took his right hand and pressed it against her breasts. 

'That's nice, you like them don't you Stephen?'

Stephen closed his eyes. He realised he was quickly losing control of the situation. His dick was gradually unfurling in his pants and he tried hard to resist -- to turn her away. But his will wasn't strong enough. She was just too gorgeous, too sexy, too voluptuous. 

'I'm not a student today, let's go somewhere comfortable.'

She took Stephen by the hand and led him into his own sitting room. They sat on the sofa. Stephen looked her over. He Studied her breasts and her legs. The combination of holdups, the white of her thighs and the black skirt were more powerful than his tattered ethics. 

'You like me like this don't you?'

'Of course, you're amazing.' 

She turned towards him quickly and jumped up and almost in the same move sat astride him, her thighs pinning his legs together. She sat upright, so that her chest was level with his nose. She slowly reached for her top button and unfastened it teasingly; and then the next, unbuttoning each one carefully, just releasing it from the hole and deftly pushing it free with her thumb. Stephen sat transfixed. She slid the shirt down over her shoulders and arms and threw it carelessly on the floor.

'Oh wow Rebecca!'

Stephen felt his mouth go dry. Her breasts were magnificent. She leaned forwards and jiggled them slightly, one nipple just brushing his lip. They quivered deliciously in front of his face. He placed his arms around her back and pulled her gently towards him. He cupped each breast from the side and pushed his face between them, slowly rubbing his nose and mouth all around the soft flesh. They smelled wonderful and they were lovely and hot to touch, slightly firm but soft. The girl was now completely in control. She unzipped his fly and pulled his rigid tool from his boxers. She began to wank him slowly.

'Just stay there babes, I'm going to do you good and proper.'

These words seemed to give him an extra centimetre of hardness so that he was now throbbing from his arousal. He closed his eyes as she slid her lips over his penis, taking him three inches in to her mouth. Her technique was perfect. She used her lips and tongue to maximum effect. But he wanted more now, he wanted to maximise his pleasure. He manouvered her around and lifted her up so he could position his face between her legs. Pulling her panty crotch to one side and found her pussy lips with his tongue. As she continued to give him the best fellatio of his life, he brought her to an exquisite orgasm. His years of experience had taught him how to use his tongue on a girl. Rebecca moaned as she sucked and licked his shaft. Now she wanted the reward. She began to wank him faster, using just the lightest pressure with her lips. As Stephen took her to the edge of ecstacy once more, he felt his cock explode and filled her mouth with his love.

A while later they sat on the floor, each sipping a glass of wine.

'What now Rebbeca?'

'That's enough for today mister.'

'I meant what now with us, this situation.'

'Does it matter? Aren't we just having fun?'

'Is that what it is?'

'Isn't it?'

'Today was wonderful darling. Fun doesn't come near it.'

'Did I get full marks then?'

'A gold star darling.'

'Oh good... 

I say, Stephen?'

'Yes?'

'Mmmm, it's the sixth form ball next week.'

'Oh, that's nice, are you going?'

'I'd like to, it's just that I've seen this lovely dress in town, but... well it's quite expensive.'

'And..?'

Stephen was suddenly growing suspicious of this turn in the conversation.

'Well, it was ever so nice today -- I must be worth a dress.'

'How much is it?'

'One hundred and ten pounds.'

'You're kidding; for a dress. I can't afford that.'

Rebecca went into one of her sulky moods.

'That's a shame, I hope I don't say anything indiscrete about us to someone, I do sometimes speak before I think.'

'You little minx!'

'I'm joking Stephen... 

...or am I? Ah come on babes, hundred pounds isn't that much, for little me?'

Stephen was beginning to worry now. This girl was beginning to reel him in hook, line and sinker.

What if she did tell someone, deliberately or otherwise. He couldn't take the risk. If he needed to keep her sweet, he would buy her the dress. Then somehow pull himself together and take control.

'OK, I'll give it you on Thursday, then you can still buy it at the weekend.'

'Ah thankyou!', she said giving him a big hug.

'I'm not sure we should do this again Rebecca, the sex I mean. It's too risky. I've got to put my foot down.'

'Yeah whatever. I'll fuck you whenever I want and you know it.' 

Stephen took a deep breath. It was going to be a long week.



Forbidden Fruit



It's been my experience in life that in general reality rarely lives up to fantasy, however in this particular instance, it simply blew fantasy to hell and back.

I've known since I was a young boy, that I was gay. Despite societal mores to the contrary, my ultimate fantasy was to make love to my dad.

Don't ask me why. Perhaps it was the thrill of "forbidden fruit", or perhaps it was the fact that the man was covered from head to toe in thick dark fur, which in my opinion is the ultimate turn on. Either way, I always sported a secret hard on for my dad. 

Many a night I lie there in my bed, as he slept just across the hall stroking my hard on to ejaculation thinking about his body atop mine. 

Many a time, I would adjust the Venetian blinds on the bathroom window, so when he was taking a shower I could stand outside the window and watch him strip naked and watch him pleasure himself to orgasm as I did the same standing on a milk crate out in the back yard. 

The fantasy became reality, one Saturday morning in the early spring. I was 19 at the time, and by no means was I a stranger to man-to-man sex. For the past year I'd been having a sexual affair with my 36-year-old College Professor. But I digress...

My mother had gone shopping, and my younger siblings had gone with her. I'd been down the street at a friend's house. I came home earlier than expected and as I entered the kitchen through the garage the house was silent, not even the ever-present sound of the television could be heard. I passed into the hallway from the dining room, peering into the living room and my father was nowhere to be found. 

My parent's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, directly across from mine. I soon heard unmistakable sounds of a sexual nature.

Creeping stealth like down the hallway, I inched my way closer to my parent's door, which was ajar about six inches. Peering through, I could clearly see my father's reflection in their dresser mirror. He was laying buck naked, and spread eagle in their bed. Fully exposed in all his glory he was tweaking his firm round copper colored nipples with his left hand. His right hand furiously pumping his more than ample manhood.

I froze in my tracks; my own cock immediately sprang forward causing major discomfort at the seams. Slowly I tugged my shirt off over my head, and stepped out of my jeans. Through the fabric of my white cotton jockeys, I began to manipulate my own growing erection till I could no longer stand it and dropped my shorts to the floor.

My father was just your average working Joe. 5'-11", 185lbs. He had steely blue eyes, and full sensuous lips. Usually clean-shaven, he occasionally wore a moustache and on rare occasions he actually sported a full beard. At this point in time he had a nice well-groomed moustache. His chest was covered in a field of thick, dark fur with only his firm, round nipples protruding. Below the waist, well lets just say I wish the good lord had been as generous to me, as he was to my father. Obviously, the huge cock gene skipped a generation. My dad's cock was a good 9 inches in length, and firm, and thick. 

There he was, lost in the moment. His eyes closed tightly, his head rocking back and forth as deep guttural moans escaped his firm lips. His massive cock standing tall and proud between his furry thighs as he worked himself into a stroking frenzy.

I too was lost in the in my own primal urges or I'd have noticed the he'd opened his eyes, and could see me in the reflection of the mirror as well as I could see him.

I was brought back to reality by his booming baritone voice.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" he demanded to know. Standing in the doorway fully erect and totally enticing. Before I could even answer he growled. "Get your ass in here!" Grabbing me by the scruff of the neck he forced me into his room and promptly slammed the door behind us.

Throwing me down on the bed, he towered over me. Glaring down at me was the object of my fantasy fully erect and sexually charged. As he groped his cock and balls and danced them above my face he demanded to know. "Do you like what you see?"

I stammered incoherently for a moment, but managed to blurt out. "Yes..Yes I do."

"I think you should be punished for spying on me." 

Who was I to argue with him?

He grabbed my ankles and turned me lengthwise on the bed. He crawled onto the bed, and was soon atop me. For the first time, I felt the heat of his cock pressed tight to mine as he lay his hirsute body down onto mine. Soon his tongue worked its way into the dark recess of my throat as he wrapped me in his strong, powerful arms. My entire body became one large nerve ending absorbing every sensation and causing me to quiver in delight as I heartily savored the sensation of his kiss.

As he attempted to end our kiss and raise himself above me, I kept my arms firmly locked around his shoulders, never wanting this moment to end. He managed to break my grip and maneuvered himself across my chest and forcing my mouth open slid his hot, throbbing cock, balls deep down my hungry, eager throat. Grasping his luscious fur covered ass cheeks I inhaled deeply as I sought to swallow every last inch.

Ordinarily, being face fucked by a cock of his stature would induce my gag reflex, but I'd be damned if anything was going to spoil this moment. His massive cock slide effortlessly down my throat.

"Atta boy" he proclaimed breathlessly as he pumped away. "Yea, yea...oh fuck yea, suck .my cock." He commanded.

Time seemed to stand still, as I was at that moment sucking the cock of my dreams. 

Society would have us believe that homosexuality in and of itself is a sin and that incest was the lowest form of sexual interaction. I disagree! What could be more pure, more natural than a father and son who love each other expressing that love in the most basic sense...by making love? I was sucking that cock the created me, about to ingest the semen that conceived me.

But wait, I thought as he attempted to pull his cock out of my mouth.

"Slow down there boy." He said, "I have other plans for you."

He rolled off me, and crawled down between my legs, spreading them wide he began in earnest to lick my furry balls. As he worked his way up my rigid shaft, and wrapped his warm wet lips around my cock, he began to physically manipulate my fur-covered nipples. I seriously thought my body was going to explode. Arching my back and screaming in ecstasy I began to buck my ass off the bed. I grabbed the back of his neck to force my entire cock down his throat.

He slid his mouth off my cock and as he looked down at me, an evil, mischievous grin spread across his lips. Grabbing my ankles, he forced my knees down to my chest. I soon felt the head of his enormous cock between my legs, teasing my sweet, puckered ass, which was literally begging to be invaded.

I felt his saliva slickened cock begin to force it's way deep into my virgin ass. The pain was nearly blinding. My attempts to scream were drown out by his tongue deep in my throat, as he laid his hairy chest upon mine...forcing every last inch of his blood engorged manhood deep inside of me. The pain began to subside and waves of intense pleasure swept over my body like a warm spring breeze after a long cold winter The tempo and intensity of his downward thrust began to increase as he savagely fucked me into oblivion.

Sweat pouring off his hairy chest he feverishly pounded my ass. 

Wanting this more than anything, I worked to inhale every scent, to savor every sensation, to indelibly burn this memory into my brain. Holding him tightly and kissing him passionately, making love to him, like only two men can do. If this was idea of punishment I planned to spend the rest of my life being as bad as I could be.

In what seemed like an eternity, but in all reality were probably mere minutes the sensation of his volcanic eruptions into my ass, punctuated by the primal screams of a powerfully intense, blinding white orgasm sent streams of semen blasting from the head of my cock as he impregnated me with his seed.. Spent and exhausted, he withdrew his cock my ravaged ass and collapsed on top of me. We lay there in each other's arms, kissing tenderly and gently stroking each other's chests.

I murmured in his ear, "I love you dad."

"I love you too son"

He rose from the bed; taking my hand he pulled me to my feet. Slapping my ass he said.

"We'd better go take a shower before your mother gets home."



Forbidden Fruit



(Be honest. If you're a guy, you have always thought about what it would be like to bed a lesbian. It's not the noble cause of converting them back to becoming a hetero or even becoming a bi. It's the thought of what it would be like. Would she be as tight as a virgin? Would she know how to suck cock or would she have to be taught everything? This is a story about that very thing. It's a fabrication of course because after all, it's a fantasy.)

*

If there was ever a contradiction walking, it was Wanda. Wanda was a gorgeous Latina woman with long black hair, a gorgeous rack and a pretty ass smile. Sounds like a hot girl, right? Well, she has one flaw. It's not a minor flaw, but a major one that screws up the whole picture. 

She's a lesbian. 

Yeah, the wet dream walking is a dyke. Not only is she a carpet muncher, but her girlfriend works in the same division and she's not even close to her looks. Wanda's pretty tall, but Stacy is short and built like a keg. She is definitely the butch of the duo. It was heart breaking the first time I saw them walking hand in hand from one end of the job site to the other. It felt even worse when I saw them kiss. It wasn't a real kiss, mind you. But it was a kiss nevertheless. Talk about an immediate buzz kill. I had to think of Wanda as off limits. 

But it was so hard. 

In the heat of the day, she would take off the flannel she wore to show off a tiny T-shirt that held her chest in place and I would feel my coveralls getting tight around my lower regions. The way she smiled at everyone didn't help either. I remember one time looking over and watching Stacy and she was as mesmerized as I was. Later, they would argue in Spanish about how Wanda shouldn't tease the guys like that. I swear that Stacy was as possessive as any guy with a hot girl. 

There was a week that Stacy was out for whatever reason. I think she was either sick or she was visiting a mother or something. I ended up getting partnered with Wanda for the week. I was screwed in my mind because I wasn't sure if Wanda would complain of sexual harassment if she saw the bulge in my coveralls. I tried to think of every mood killing thought I could the first couple days just to keep me under control. Wanda merely looked at me and smiled as we worked. 

It was Wednesday of that week that the unthinkable happened. We were just finishing moving some crates to one end of the structure when the lunch whistle blew. I simply reached over and grabbed my lunch pail before I sat down to eat. For the first time, Wanda brought her lunch and sat down next to me. I could smell her sweat mixed with a fruity perfume and it was causing the assumed reaction. I tried to hide it by moving my lunch pail on top of my groin. Wanda started laughing. 

"What's so funny?" I asked. Wanda looked at me. 

"You try so hard to be the gentleman. I know you have a hard-on. Stop hiding it. I am flattered," she said in a very thick accent. I decided to relax and moved the lunch pail so she could see the damage she was causing. 

"If you were not in a relationship, I'd ask you to fix this," I said sarcastically before Wanda allowed her hand to slowly rub over it. She slowly began to move her fingers til she was stroking me through the coveralls. I looked around and the floor we were on was deserted. As I closed my eyes to enjoy the tease, she slowly reached up and unzipped my coveralls until my shaft was exposed. 

"Oh my, he is excited," she said. She started stroking my naked shaft slowly before she looked me in the eyes. 

"Here's the deal. I am horny and haven't had a dick since Stacy came in the picture. This is a one time thing. If you tell anyone about this, Stacy will come after you and cut these off, understand?" 

I nodded in compliance before Wanda lowered her face. I couldn't see what she was doing because of her hair, but I could feel her mouth enclosing my shaft and tentatively sucking me. My hand went immediately to the back of her head as she started sucking quicker. I started closing my eyes not believing that this dyke was sucking my cock. It was a few more sucks before she flipped her hair back and lay there smiling at me. 

"You want to cum in my mouth or all over my face?" she asked. I started to ponder the options before I watched her mouth enclose me again. I moaned loudly before I answered. 

"Can I fuck you first?" She looked at me slyly before she got up on her knees and removed the tight T-shirt she wore. I saw a white lacey bra before it was undone and discarded to show off really large nipples. She edged closer and pushed my head against them where my mouth started kissing and sucking them excitedly. It was a moment or two before her hand held me closer and I could hear her moan softly. 

My other hand slowly slid down and slipped into her jeans where I felt nothing but skin. Sensing my desire, she stood and undid her jeans and pulled them off with a nice pair of white hi cuts. There she stood before me naked like a dream before she sat down on a nearby crate. I took the hint and buried my head between her legs to sample her naked clam. She moaned louder as I started licking. I figured out later that it had been a while since she felt goatee against her naked pussy and it helped out a bunch. I felt her body tense before she went limp like a ragdoll. It was then she surprised me. She flipped over so her perfect ass was in view. As I edged closer, she stopped me. 

"You have to promise to pull out before you get ready to cum. I don't want Stacy to taste you in my pussy later," she asked before I started sliding inside her. As I started pumping my rod inside her, the thoughts of Stacy eating her out after I climaxed inside her became overwhelming. I tried to stay the course and keep pumping until I could feel myself getting closer. 

"Wanda, I'm going..." I started to say before Wanda slid around and took me into her mouth where I shot my load. Like a good slut, she swallowed all of my seed before flashing me that smile again. We then got cleaned up and went back to work when the lunch whistle blew again. 

Gentle reader, I would love to tell you that Wanda and I fucked many more times after that. However, it was only a one time thing and Stacy was back at work the next day to watch me like a hawk until I changed jobs. It was an experience though. Wanda was a really good hetero, if only for a lunch break.



Forbidden Fruit



I entered the bedroom. They looked like two ripe round honey dew melons. 

Greta was lying on her tummy on the spare bed supporting herself on her elbows and talking in German on her cell phone. She was wearing a T shirt, not a nightshirt mind you. The faded orangey material ended just above the waistband of the pale yellow panties that hugged her oh so perfect young bum making the twin hemispheres look like the succulent fruit. I froze in my tracks and stared. The stirring in my groin was automatic.

My daughter, Lisa's, girlfriend from college wasn't aware of my presence, which gave me the opportunity to really soak in the dick stiffening sight. The yellow panties appeared to be some kind of synthetic material a bit shiny and so thin that I had no trouble discerning the deep cleft between her butt cheeks.

Her legs were bent at the knees and she was waggling her lower legs back and forth in a mannerism that I somehow associated with much younger girls. I didn't know for sure how old the blonde college girl was but based on the fact that she was a senior I assumed that she was at least twenty-one although she didn't look it.

Greta and Lisa were in the same dorm at the college about an hour's drive away. My wife Mary and I of course expected our daughter home for Christmas and when she asked if she could bring her friend it called for a bit of explanation.

Greta (if her last name was ever mentioned I didn't pick up on it) was from Germany and over here to study because the university she and Lisa attended was renowned in her chosen field. Lisa felt sorry for her being so far away from her family at this important time of the year, and so asked if she could join us.

For us it was a time with lots of get togethers, mainly with family but the over indulgence was non stop and one more person at the parties was a drop in the bucket even though Mary and I had barely met the young German.

So that's how the incredibly adorable creature with the perfect tight ass came to be lying on the spare bed in my daughter's room.

About fifteen minutes ago Lisa had come flying down the stairs asking Mary for the car keys so she could go and rent some of her favorite Christmas videos before they were all out.

"Daddy the cold water tap in my bathroom is leaking," she told me as her mother fished the keys out of her purse.

I went to the garage and threw the faucet repair tools into a tool bag and headed up to her room. The door was half open so I just walked in. Now that I was standing there with a semi hard-on trying to tent the loose, lounging around the house, sweat pants I was wearing; I thought perhaps I should retreat and knock but it was too late. 

Still talking in a language that I didn't understand the beautiful young woman on the bed evidently sensed my presence. She turned her head and wiggled her fingers at me in a casual greeting apparently oblivious to the cock wrenching show she was putting on.

Instinctively I moved the tool bag in front to hide the growing bulge and forced a smile in return. Moving toward the door to the ensuite bathroom it was plain that having the tool bag resting on my boner wasn't the wisest idea. By the time I was approaching the dripping faucet I was fully erect and would have been sporting a lance like a jousting knight if not for the pressure of my kit.

I couldn't help wondering if the German house guest had noticed. I was in a time warp. It seemed as though it had been minutes since I'd entered my daughter's bedroom. In my mind, I'd been standing there ogling her perfect ass for a while but in fact I knew that it was only seconds. Similarly when she'd looked up and smiled at me—had her eyes dropped to my crotch before I repositioned the bag to cover my embarrassing condition?

I tried to shut the shameful thoughts out as I stooped to close the stop valves inside the vanity but they nagged in the back of my head. I could hear her telling Lisa when she got back what a perv her old man was.

I sat back on my haunches to turn the faucet valves fully on to relieve the pressure and was reaching into the tool kit for a screw driver when she appeared in the doorway of the small powder room. From where I was kneeling to where she was standing was less than three feet.

I looked up at her—what else could I do?

My emotions were mixed about the fact that the faded orange T shirt covered her crotch—just barely. Nothing obscured the amazingly long shapely legs. The orange cotton with the washed out graphic on the chest was pulled snuggly over her grapefruit sized breasts. When my eyes finally reached her beautiful face surrounded by tussled blonde curls the look she gave me went straight to my groin. The Mona Lisa smile was, in my mind, evidence that she was aware of my appreciative once over. I consoled myself by thinking that with a body like hers she was used to it.

"Can... can I just get my hairbrush?" she said leaning way forward to retrieve it from the far side of the bathroom counter.

The motion caused her tits to sway and jiggle making her bralessness painfully obvious; as if I didn't already know. Wiggling, jiggling tits are a big turn-on of mine and the reaction of my manhood was instantaneous and entirely out of my control. The position I was in made it virtually impossible to cover the embarrassing activity discretely. My only option would have been to put my hands in front of my crotch. That would have obscured the evidence but drawn attention at the same time. In any case there was no time to think. All I could do was hope she hadn't noticed.

The look on her face said otherwise.

When she turned to leave the lower portion of her honey dew melon ass peeking out from under the T shirt nearly made me groan. My balls pulled up and started that familiar ache associated with the need to be emptied.

It wasn't likely that I'd be able to interest Mary, who I knew was in the family room wrapping presents, so I figured that I'd have a session with my trusty right hand as soon as this repair was complete.

I had the valve handle off and was beginning to undo the valve skirt when I glanced up into the mirrored door of the medicine cabinet above the sink. The cabinet door was ajar and so reflected the bedroom. I could see the large mahogany bureau beside the window, and above that the large mirror. The double reflected image that reached my eyes literally took my breath away.

Greta was standing beside the bed fussing with her hair. Hands up on her head raised the bottom of the T shirt to her midriff and I saw where those long shapely legs joined. Her plump split peach was cast in the same light yellow hue as her incredible ass. The throb in my pecker made me reach down and grab it through the soft fleecy material of the sweat pants. For the first time since the woody sprang up I was glad I hadn't bothered with briefs this morning.

Gripping the rock hard shaft the pleasure flowed into my balls and I groaned. It was of course quite involuntary and I hoped that it wasn't loud enough to get the adorable German girl's attention. There was no change in what she was doing so at some level I was relieved that she hadn't heard me but the pressure in my crotch was the exact opposite of relieved.

I found myself leaning closer to the mirror in a futile attempt to get a closer view of her honey pot so scantly covered that I was sure I could actually make out the detail of her intricate folds. Still straining my eyes, using imagination and experience to fill the gaps I gasped again when she gripped the bottom of the faded orange T shirt and lifted it over her head in one smooth motion. My vision blurred for a second and I began sliding my hand up and down my bumpy fleece covered shaft. 

Her tits were as high round and firm as they'd appeared to be when they were covered. The pale pebbly strawberries that capped each pink grapefruit were larger and plumper than I'd imagined. The bouncy little jiggle when she tossed her T shirt aside nearly made me swoon and I realized that I'd been holding my breath ever since I realized that she was taking her top off. Her hands were back upon her head and possibly for the first time since I'd discovered the unbelievable reflection I regarded her face.

The expression she was wearing was mildly disturbing. It was a knowing look, like a contented grin.

'Can she see me? Does she know that I'm watching?'

Despite the cold shiver that went down my spine my dick was throbbing even harder and faster. I forced the thought out of my mind so it wouldn't spoil the show. I convinced myself that the angles were wrong. The limited size of and portion of the reflection from the bureau mirror through the bathroom door, coupled with the fact that she was concentrating on her own hair, allowed me to believe that my peeping wasn't being detected. Just to be on the safe side I tipped my head further forward, as though I was looking down, while rotating my eyes up to the top of their orbit. 

As my hand continued to glide over the prod covered by my sweat pants, the need for a private session in my own bathroom became ever more urgent. I couldn't leave now even if I wanted to.

'I wonder what she'd do if I walked out into the bedroom right now?'

The thought was moot because there was no possibility of disguising my state of arousal. I contented myself with drinking in the exceptional beauty of her all but naked form, striving to burn the image into my memory for future use.

A final flicking motion with her fingers and she dropped her arms back down. Disappointment rippled through me. I assumed that the next step would b to get dressed. I couldn't have been more wrong.

Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of the yellow bikinis and this time I was sure that I was going to pass-out. 

'She's not... she's not going to take them off!' my head spun.

Greta turned her head toward the bathroom door and I realized that I was being too quiet. It wasn't as if she didn't know I was there. I clanked a wrench against the valve stem and dropped a pair of pliers into the sink. Mistaking the sounds as plumbing repair she thrust her arms down and simultaneously bent forward to push her underpants past her knees.

The wobble and sway of her breasts in this position was too much for me and I was powerless to stop my hand from diving under the waistband of the track pants and taking a firm hold of my aching dick. Waves of pleasure coursed through me even before I began a steady, slow rhythmical stroke.

After threading the yellow nylon over her feet she tossed the nearly weightless wisp of nylon on top of the T shirt and stood up again. The fleece of the sweat pants was interfering and rubbing abrasively on the sensitive head of my cock. I pushed the loose material down and out of the way without even registering what I was doing. My eyes were riveted to the succulent golden fuzz covered split peach that had just been revealed.

When she ran her fingers through the sparse curls, as if to fluff them up, her folds parted slightly providing a ball jerking view of the deep pink of paradise. My grip tightened and the pace of my stroke accelerated. I knew in an instant that the image was burned into my mind forever. I also realized that I was rapidly approaching the point of no return. I was powerless to tear my eyes away or to stop the rapid pumping of my right hand. It was actually quite amazing to me that I had the foresight to snatch a tissue from the box on the vanity with my left.

It might have been my imagination that her fingers were making a slight circular motion at the top of her crease, but the very idea catapulted me over the edge. I felt the force of the ejaculation though the Kleenex as two rapid-fire bursts spewed out. My head went spinning into another dimension and although I was completely lost in the orgasm my left hand lowered onto the head of my spasming dick to catch the third and fourth less powerful eruptions in the gooey tissue.

Seconds later—although it seemed much longer—I realized that the climax had been accompanied by a vocal outburst. I could only imagine and shudder at what it must have sounded like. My vision was blurred but there was no mistaking the fact that Greta was looking in the direction of the bathroom door. My instinct for self-preservation kicked in and spurred me to action. I tossed the cum soaked tissue into the waste can pulled the waistband of my sweats back up to my navel and dove under into the vanity cabinet so that I was lying on my belly when she opened the door.

What saved me was the fact that she'd had to go to the closet to get a robe before she responded to my guttural cry.

"Are you okay?" she asked from the doorway.

Struggling to catch my breath, I remained on my belly twisting my head around to make eye contact with my daughter's friend. She had donned a shiny silky looking baby blue dressing gown that ended just above her shapely knee.

"Yeah... uh, yeah," I strained to respond. "I just bumped my head."

I thought the lie was believable enough but Greta's expression was not congruent with her next words.

"You've got to be careful under there... the head's the most sensitive part."

I could have put the strange phrasing down to the fact that English wasn't her first language but the look on her face suggested that the double entendre was intentional.

"I guess I better use the main bathroom to shower," she announced and turned on her heel and left, but not before my little head—the extra sensitive one—had a chance to appreciate her firm round buttocks encased in the blue silk one more time.

Throughout the rest of the valve repair I pondered how I was going to keep those mental images of the gorgeous fraulein out of my head every time I saw her.

'It's going to be a long and horny Christmas holiday.'



Forbidden Fruit



This past week my wife and I hosted for a weekend visit one of her sorority sisters from college. The friend, Kristen, was in town on a business trip and stayed with us for the weekend to visit with my wife. Kristen is a very attractive blonde in her mid-30's. A size 6 body with D-cup tits and body that is near perfect, which is the all the more remarkable given that she has 2 kids. Her height, at 5'7" and shoulder-length, light blond hair stand in sharp contrast to my wife who is brunette, short at 5'2" and shaped like Jennifer Lopez: a tiny waste, a thick and sexy ass and small but perky tits on a very small torso. 

Kristen arrived Friday night and the two women stayed up drinking wine and catching up. I was playing golf the next day and needed the rest -- golf during the summer in Texas can wear a man down. 

I woke up that Saturday morning and, while eating breakfast and reading the paper, was joined by the two ladies. Kristen wanted to lay out by the pool and work on her tan -- something she can't do from her home in the north. My wife offered to make margaritas to help keep them cool. As I got up to gather my things and make my way to the golf club, I heard the following exchange between the two women:

"Oh crap!" Kristen exclaimed.

"What?" my wife inquired.

"I forgot to bring a bathing suit," Kristen lamented.

"Well, we can run to Target or Walmart and you can buy something," my wife suggested.

Kristen thought for a very brief moment and then said, "Nah, that's OK. If it's alright with you, Lynn, I'll just wear a bra and g-string." 

"That should be fine," said my wife, "It's quite private back there with the fence and Mark will be gone playing golf."

"Oh good!" Kristen said, sounding relieved that she wouldn't have to stoop to buying a bikini at a Walmart or Target. She was definitely the type who thought her body deserved better. Who was I to argue???

I left to go play golf. It was a very hot day but typical for Texas in the summer. I played one of the worst rounds of golf in a very long time. I could not get the thought of that hot little blond, Kristen, in her bra and g-string out of mind all afternoon. When the round was complete, I drove as fast as I could to get home. I was hoping to catch a peek of Kristen in her bra and panties. I wasn't sure if they'd still be by the pool. My plan was to get home, change and take a dip in the pool to cool off and use that ruse to view Kristen in what I was sure would be some very sexy lingerie. I returned home around 4pm and couldn't wait to jump in the pool and cool off. I walked into the bedroom and peeled off my clothes. Before I could retrieve a bathing suit, my wife entered the bedroom from the door to the back yard. She was in her black bikini, her hair in a pony tail and she smelled off suntan lotion . The site of my sexy little wife in her bikini and the smell of the lotion began to turn me on. She staggered over and kissed me deeply. She reeked of alcohol and was obviously drunk. 

"What are you going to do now?" she asked me, although it was hard to understand her slurred speech. Man, I thought, they must have drank a lot for my wife to get so wasted.

"I am going to jump in the pool and cool off, " I replied. I was hurrying so I could view Kristen. By now, I was starting to get hard.

"Well, while you're out there, spray some more suntan lotion on Kristen. She passed out on the chaise lounge. I don't want her to get sunburned." Lynn said, her speech slurring mightily. "I need to take a nap." She said. 

And with that, she peeled off her bikini and fell on the bed. I put on my bathing suit and went out to the pool. There on a chaise lounge at the deep end was Kristen. She definitely had passed out. Empty margarita glasses sat on a nearby table. An empty champagne bottle and cups were lying on the ground. I walked up to where she was lying and located the spray bottle of suntan lotion. Kristen was laying on her back with her legs spread and arms hung over the sides of the chaise. She was wearing a silky lavender g-string and matching bra. The bra had been unhooked, the straps removed from her shoulders -- it was doing no more than covering her nipples. Most of her gorgeous D-cup tits were exposed. Being the panty lover I am, my cock was hard. I stared longingly at her lavender g-string. Feeling bold, I lightly stroked the silky material. I rubbed some more and in so doing, had pushed the fabric aside to expose her beautiful, neatly trimmed bush. The hair was lightly colored and in the "landing strip" pattern. My cock stretched against my bathing suit. 

I ran to the door to my bedroom and saw my wife lying on the bed, not moving. Feeling sure that my wife, too, had just passed out, I returned to Kristen. I slowly rubbed her pussy through that beautiful g-string, brushing her bush, and her pussy lips. I was so hard, I knew that relief was not too far away. I removed my bathing suit and knelt between Kristen's knees. I scanned her face to make sure she was still passed out. She was. I continued stroking her pussy, alternating my stroking through her silky g-string and then pulling it aside with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other. She didn't move and I didn't care. 

I grabbed the suntan lotion and sprayed some on my right hand. With that I greased up my rock hard dick and began stroking. My left hand slid under her lavender g-string and I rubbed, feeling both her soft little fur patch and the silk of her g-string. I then pulled the material to the side so that her whole pussy was exposed. Her pussy lips were dark and large. I was in heaven. The view of this woman's gorgeous pussy next to a very sexy, silky g-string would normally be enough. But she was lying there helpless and smelled of suntan lotion. I continued stroking, enraptured by my own bliss. I felt the explosion rising up from my balls. I adjusted slightly so that the head of my swollen cock was pointed right at Kristen's bush. My right hand worked furiously as my left hand continued to hold aside her skimpy little g-string. Large drops of cum shot from my dick and landed directly on target -- right on Kristen' bush and soft dark labia. I covered her bush and per pussy lips with my cum. It was exquisite! I kept stroking until every last drop of cum was covering this beautiful woman's pussy. 

When done, I simply replaced her g-string and rubbed it around her bush to help absorb some of the cum. I felt so naughty, though, that I didn't mind leaving some evidence of my lust. 

I did as I was told and sprayed Kristen down with lotion to keep her from getting burned. She still didn't move. I removed her bra and sprayed her lush tits, massaging the lotion in with aplomb. 

After a few minutes, I put the bra back in its place and jumped in the pool. I couldn't take my eyes off of Kristen's cum-soaked panties and bush. I was semi-hard and still very horny from the view of this hot woman in her sexy bra and panties, drenched in my cum. The fact that this happened while she was passed out -- the forbidden fruit -- only added to my still-lustful state. After 10 minutes, I exited the pool and, with a towel, dried off. I entered my bedroom to change.

Still on the bed, naked, was my wife. She never got under the covers. She was lying flat on her stomach with her ass slightly raised as if she was doing some yoga exercise. I moved in closer for a better look and viewed her pussy and her ass. My wife keeps a full dark bush and it was in view even from this position. Still horny, I coated an index finger with my saliva and began rubbing her pussy lips. My wife didn't move. Another piece of forbidden fruit was ripe for the taking. My cock sprung back to life. I became bolder and inserted first one and then another finger into my wife's pussy. Although she didn't move, I could feel wetness in her cunt. By now my cock was fully engorged. The thought of having cum all over another woman's silk panties and pussy was great but now, with my wife there for my taking, I wanted something more. I spread her legs and knelt between them. As I continued to finger her pussy, I rubbed my hard dick against her plump ass cheeks. The wetness of her pussy increased to the point that my two fingers were covered in her juices. 

I removed the fingers and worked one of them into her ass. Since my wife was passed out, I felt no need to be gentle. I was rough and shoved into her anus. The heat and the tightness were incredible. Despite my love for her ass, the back door had never been open to me (or anyone else for that matter). I kept working my finger in and out of her anus while my other hand stroked my cock. I thought about fucking her ass and filling it with my cum. II feared that she'd wake and, with an aching anus dripping with cum, discover what I had done. But I was too horny and the nonconsensual nature of this event emboldened me. I raised my cock, wet and slick from her pussy and guided it towards her anus. I pushed hard, knowing she wasn't feeling this. As soon as my dick head passed her anus, I fully entered her ass. The warmth and the tightness were amazing -- better than what I had imagined all these years. I pumped her gorgeous ass slowly, savoring the sensation. I was so horny I knew I wouldn't' be long so I tried to make it last. This worked for maybe 2 or 3 minutes, after which time my lust took over and I began to pump my cock in and out of her ass furiously. My groin slapped her ass cheeks and she bounced as I pummeled her from behind. The elicit nature of my activities was too much and I exploded in her ass. I pumped as much cum as I could into my wife's hot and tight ass. I caught my breath after a minute or two and withdrew. 

I rested on my knees and enjoyed the view of her hairy pussy lips and her now-puckered ass hole, red and swollen. Gobs of my cum began to dribble from her ass. The view was awesome but I now began to grow concerned that my wife would wake with my cum all over her ass, pussy and thighs and an ache in her ass. I started wondering what story I might use if accused when I heard a slight "shhhh" sound. I found the source of that faint noise -- my wife, in her drunken, passed out sight, began to wet the bed. Warm urine rushed out of her and covered her, mixing in with my cum. I had never been into golden showers or anything of the sort before, but the sight of my wife's hot piss streaming from her dark bush and covering the bed I found to be a real turn-on. Unfortunately, my cock was spent. I did however take comfort in the fact that my wife was destroying the evidence of my forbidden lust. Even if she woke with an aching ass, she'd be too embarrassed by the wet bed to even consider how her ass got to be sore in the first place.

Now spent, I entered the shower, feeling proud and satisfied that I had enjoyed these two women without their consent. In one glorious afternoon, I was able to enjoy my favorite fetish -- panties -- and my first anal sex. The taste of forbidden fruit is so much better.



Forbidden Fruit



Being one of two love slaves isn't always as exciting as one would think. Sometimes one feels neglected, ignored, even when that really isn't the case. Now and then, one feels the need to inquire what makes the other so special that their Master wishes to spend His relaxing hours in her company.

This tale of exploration tells just such a story. Kalli had been with Darkness for many months. She was His first slave, the first to live in His home and see to His needs. When Dessa arrived, Darkness immediately took her to His chambers and enjoyed her favors for many nights. Jealousy, like an angry beast, began to grow in Kalli's breast.

The evening meal had been long past cleared away, and the great room tidied up for the evening. The fire had been banked, and no matter how Kalli tried, she couldn't find any more excuses to keep from climbing the steps to her bedchamber. She heard them as she reached the top of the stairs, ragged cries, grunts of lustful pleasure. Drawn against her will, Kallista walked slowly down the corridor that led to Dessa's chamber-door.

The closer she got to the door, the louder the sounds became. Just as she reached out to touch the door handle, the sounds stopped. The sudden silence caused her to pause and listen carefully. Then as the sound of footsteps neared the closed door, she quickly stepped back into a shadowed alcove.

Darkness stepped out into the hallway and did not even look back into Dessa's room as her door closed behind him. Kalli watched him walk to the entrance of his personal chambers. The doors to his suite were flanked by Dessa's on the west and Kalli's on the east side of the manor.

Silently moving to Dessa's door, Kalli's hand curled around the handle and slowly pushed it open. Her eyes swept the dimly lit room until she saw the other woman sprawled naked across the bed. Ropes of damp, tangled black sheets twisted around her ankles. The slow rise and fall of her chest was the only visible movement, and Kalli edged closer to the bed as if drawn by invisible ropes. 

As carefully as possible, she crawled up beside Dessa and looked down at her flushed, loved soaked body. The evidence of their passion was spread across her breasts and the inside of her parted thighs. Kalli had never entertained thoughts about enjoying the delights of another woman's body before.

But there was something about the vision in front of her that made her breath quicken, and her mouth water. Dessa's legs were spread wide enough to allow her to see the combination of sweat and their cum leaking from between puffy swollen lips.

Biting her bottom lip, Kalli shifted uncomfortably, and it was enough to cause Dessa to open her eyes. A faint smile lifted the corners of her mouth, and Kalli froze as Dessa's finger slid through the cream that lays in tiny puddles between her breasts.  

Kalli stared, fascinated by the little strands that dripped from the tip as it moved closer to her panting lips. She could smell the scent of Darkness drifting upwards in the heat emanating from Dessa's glistening skin.

Slippery fingertip nudging Kalli's lips, she whispered. "open your mouth, dear sister, taste our Darkness' essence".

Kalli's lips parted and Dessa's cum covered finger slid inside. Her eyes closed as the sweetness of Him covered her tongue and burst on her senses. It was so sweet, she actually moaned. Her eyes widened as Dessa's lips covered hers and her tongue thrust into Kalli's mouth. The kiss seemed to last forever, until both women sank back onto the damp sheets, their hands moving slowly as if savoring the feel of firm female flesh.

Kalli's mouth pulled free and began to wander, hesitantly at first, down the side of Dessa's throat. As her passion bloomed, and she began to lick up stray drops that had splattered when His cum sprayed freely. Dessa arched against her mouth, and began to moan. The combination of both actions drove any thought of right or wrong completely out of Kalli's mind. She wanted Dessa, almost desperately.

Pinching the hard little nubs, she began to twist them until Dessa whimpered raggedly. The needy sound caused her to mindlessly cover one with her mouth, teeth scraping and Dessa's hand tangled in her thick mane holding her still. The tortured sounds that came from Dessa's throat caused Kalli to pull free and shift over to bite gently at the other nipple. She proceeded to shift from one to the other, nipping and licking while Dessa moved restlessly under the erotic assault.

With both hands on the top of Kalli's head, Dessa pushed until the wandering mouth slid down into the valley between the heaving mounds and nipping bites were left in a faint trail over pale flesh. Sliding slowly backward, sucking and licking, Kalli found the center of Dessa's body. Her tongue hungrily began to clean the salty, sweetness that Darkness had left behind. Her hands urged Dessa's thighs wider apart so that she might more easily seek out every last drop.

Stabbing at the parted flower of her womanhood, Kalli found the opening to her core and began to plunge the tip of her tongue into it, seeking to reach deeper with each forceful thrust. Suddenly, with a shrill scream, a gush of warm honey covered Kalli's tongue and cheeks, making her press her open mouth against the shivering muscles. She swallowed until Dessa stopped thrashing, then carefully licked away any that had escaped her earlier efforts.

With a softly murmured, "lay back, sister, I can't reach you this way" Dessa pushed against her side.

Following the direction she was guided to, Kalli lay back and watched as Dessa crawled up over her. Pale thighs spread over her face so that she might continue as she had begun. Gently rubbing two fingers over the hard little bud, Kalli watched the surrounding lips plump again and dew once more formed on the sweet pink flesh above her face.

As she plunged the two wet fingers into Dessa's core, she gasped to feel a hot mouth clamp over her own aching lips. Her hips jerked and Dessa forced her knees wide so that her mouth could begin teasing, giving the same treatment to Kalli that she had received herself. Sucking and gently biting the lips, she smiled to watch them grow plump and a darker pink. A muffled moan came from between her legs and she began to thrust her tongue into the quivering hole with increasing speed.

Kalli's hands were shaking so hard she couldn't seem to hold onto Dessa's thighs. She could feel the orgasm building and didn't want to release until she tasted Dessa's own nectar on her tongue again. But, even as she struggled to hold back, the twisting thrust of Dessa's tongue rasped over her little bud and her world shattered. Agonized screams flooded Dessa's core, releasing it's thick sweet gift to pour into Kalli's open mouth.

Neither of them realized, neither of them knew that Darkness stood beside the open door. He leaned against the wall, watching his two lovely females taking and giving pleasure to each other. Heat filled his eyes, his body grew hard and ready. This was what he had intended all along. Dessa to release the wanton in his beautiful, gentle Kalli, and Kalli to help Dessa find a place where her need for violence was soothed without abuse.

As they lay panting in a tangled heap of sweaty arms and legs, he shrugged out of the robes he wore and moved on silent feet toward the bed. Tonight would be a long one for them all, but it would only be the first of many nights the three of them would pleasure each other until dawn awakened the eastern skies.



Forbidden Fruit



***Note: This account is entirely fictional and is meant for entertainment only. If you are offended by the topic of kidnap or bondage, please do not read this story.*** 

I saw her walking down the street every day. To most she was probably entirely unremarkable. Short, not more than 5' 3", with mousy brown hair and a little face that lacked any real distinction. But her smile, she didn't smile often, but when she did... That little shy smile, not quite experienced enough to be coquettish, but begging for any kind gesture in return. She was an innocent entirely, and god how I wanted her!

I sat outside at a coffee shop across the street from where she would walk by each day, probably on her way to some dead end job somewhere. Maybe she was a student. I didn't know, and I didn't care. I didn't want to get to know her, I didn't want to be her friend, I didn't even need to know her name. I just needed to possess her, ravish her, break her, and send her back to the world more experienced, more knowing, maybe even jaded. If I cared, perhaps I'd realize how monstrous and inhumane my plans sounded. But to me, the very idea sent my blood racing. 

I planned how to do it for months. There could be no detail missed. I wouldn't permanently damage her, and perhaps she'd even like it, but I sincerely doubt she would come along willingly if I told her my plans for her. 

I followed her a few times to see where she went and when she left, lucky for me she left quite late in the evening from a dive diner she worked at up on 6th Street. There were blocks of lonely quiet street between work and her home. Too easy.

Finally the night I'd chosen arrived. I waited against a building about halfway to her home. There were no street lights here, and no open businesses. As she walked by she didn't even notice me, she was too immersed in the music coming from her iPod. 

I sidled up behind her and wrapped my arm around her torso pinning her arms as my other hand came up to cover her nose in chloroform. After a few moments of struggling, she was out, limp in my arms. 

I picked her up quite easily, she couldn't weigh more than 90 pounds, and tossed her on the back seat of my car. I secured her hands and legs with a length of silk rope, I couldn't have my precious cargo bruised after all. Carefully I arranged a blanket on top of her to make sure she wasn't visible and headed back home.

My friends don't understand why I chose to live in the middle of nowhere. They never visit, I always make the drive to civilization. But a remote setting has advantages. Namely, when kidnapping a little bit of fun there is no one around to hear her scream should she get feisty during the ordeal. 

As I pulled into my driveway I pondered the headache she would have when she woke. I certainly. What shall I name her for the weekend? Tabitha? No, too old fashioned. Sarah? Too plain. Ah, I know. I'll call her Basha. My little beautiful one. 

I should thank my ex for that sometime. I chuckled to myself at the thought of how that would sound. "Hi Joe, just thought I'd call you to say thanks for calling me Basha. While you were a total asshole, the name came in handy to use for this cute little thing I kidnapped and toyed with for a weekend. Ok, bye now!"

I pulled to a stop and hauled my little Basha out of the backseat, slung her over my shoulder and made my way to the house. Once inside I carefully secured her in the master bedroom. Untying her hands first, and retying them with a length of rope wrapped through the bed frame, then the same for her legs. I left enough length that I could untie and reposition her easily throughout the weekend. 

I arranged her on her back, with her arms stretched above her head and her legs spread. Then I carefully secured a blindfold over her eyes before I began cutting her clothing away piece by piece. As I cut her little blouse into shreds and pulled each piece from underneath her, I couldn't help stopping to run my lips and tongue across the swell of her perfectly tiny and pert breasts. Her skin tasted clean and felt perfectly smooth.

Once her blouse was out of the way I proceeded to cut her pants off in the same manner. She had small but beautifully proportioned legs. Nicely muscular in that athletic way, with shapely calves and very pretty feet. Her hip flared just a little and her stomach had just the slightest roundness to it. She looked soft and touchable, and so vulnerable tied the way she was. 

After taking her sandals off her feet and ridding her of the scraps I'd shredded her pants into, I cut through the middle and straps of her bra, and then as I was about to cut the sides of her panties I thought better of it. The white cotton against her milky skin was just too sexy, I wanted to appreciate it a bit more. 

Once I'd finished I put away the scissors and sat down to wait for her to stir. I didn't have to wait very long. Only an hour or so. As she first began to move, I watched her face intently. I was waiting for that moment where she realized she wasn't waking up from a nap. Where she remembered the last thing before she blacked out. Where she tried to move and realized she was tied. 

It came quickly. She tried to stretch as she groaned and twisted a little, and her hands and feet would not move the way she wanted. Panic crossed her pretty little features. She tugged at her wrists, and then rather than screaming as I'd expected, she began talking to herself. 

"Wake up, Nancy. This is just a dream. Ready? Okay. Wake up!"

Nancy, so that was her name. I liked Basha better. From the look on her face she was clearly puzzled and afraid. As much fun as this was, I was ready to hear her start begging.

"Hello", I said. Shock registered on her face. 

"Hel..llo?" she managed to get out in a squeak. "Is ssssomeone the...there?"

"Yes Nancy," I replied, "and if you're a good little girl you'll be on your way in no time."

"Wha...what do you want wi..with me?" she asked. 

"You'll see, if you're good you'll be unharmed. If not, I make no promises."

"Please let me go" she replied. "I'm not worth anything, really, please please let me go."

"Quiet!" I barked. She immediately slunk back into the mattress as though she'd been struck. "That's better. If you continue to talk, or attempt to scream, I will gag you. I'd really rather not do that. If you'll be good and promise to be quiet, this will be over very soon and you can leave."

"What are you going to do with me?" she whispered. 

I didn't respond. Instead I trailed my finger very lightly up the length of her right leg, all along the side of her stomach and chest, and up to her neck. Then I leaned in and kissed her soft little lips very lightly. 

She pulled in air sharply, and I continued teasing her lips lightly while my hand trailed to her left breast and made a large circle around it before trailing lightly back up to her neck and running along the outer edge of her ear. She started groaning ever so slightly and I felt her lips part just a touch. 

I kissed her again, still teasing, but with the slightest touch of my tongue across her lips, down along her lower lip and then up over the top before pressing a slightly firmer kiss to her lips. Meanwhile my hand continued its path from her breast to her ear, finally tracing light little circles across her nipple. She moaned into my mouth the first time I did and involuntarily arched toward me. 

The one advantage to being a woman when seducing a woman, is that women are much less threatening. Women aren't programmed to defend against other women, I've found it's so much easier and quicker to get even the staunchly straight to succumb to pleasure. Knowing where and how to touch helps too, of course. 

I moved off her lips and trailed down to her neck, gently sucking and kissing up and down the side, and nipping at her earlobe very lightly on each pass. My hand slowly trailed down to her panties and ran down across her slit. She was completely wet, soaked through her panties entirely. I grinned against her neck. She was mine. 

Little Nancy moaned and turned her head toward me as my hand gently ran across her pussy. I slid my fingers under the band of her panties and dipped into her welcoming wetness. She moaned again and pushed up against my hand as I slipped a single finger inside her. 

As I pushed it in deeper I stopped short as I came into contact with something. My little Basha had never been fucked. She had to be at least 22, but she was unmistakably a virgin. What a lovely bonus!

I eased back out of her and then back in, and she arched against my hand again. I moved my mouth back to hers and gently kissed her, and her tongue snaked out to meet mine. I kept sliding my finger in and out of her pussy and started brushing the palm of my hand against her clit on the way each time. 

She kissed me, hard, like an urgent desire had just exploded inside her. I smirked against her lips and met her fervor, kissing her hard and deep, claiming her mouth and gently capturing her tongue. 

I continued to stroke in and out of her pussy and tease her clit, until her body started to tense and her hands balled up into little fists. She squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered and groaned as the first orgasm of the evening washed over her little body. But I wasn't anywhere near done. 

As soon as she stopped shuddering I moved down her body between her legs and ran my tongue across her entire slit, from bottom to top, ending by flicking over her clit, and then delving my tongue inside her pussy and coming up to lap across her clit, back and forth, over and over. She was hyper sensitive and going crazy begging me to stop. I didn't let up. She kept groaning an squealing until I finally stopped to let her rest a moment. 

She looked pouty and relieved at the same time. I undressed myself and climbed back onto the bed with a few toys along. I bent down and kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She didn't seem to mind and kissed me back again. I moved to her ear and whispered "I'll make you feel real good again if you'll do something for me."

"What can I do?" she breathed out. 

"You can lick me the way I licked you while I make you feel the way you did earlier."

"I... I can try." She said in an uncertain tone.

Good enough for me. I positioned my pussy right above her mouth and told her to lick my clit. She very tentatively stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked. 

It felt lovely! Doubly so because I was making this innocent little girl do it for me. I move back down to her pussy and encouragingly told her "Yes, that's it Basha, just like that. Just keep it steady and keep licking."

She paused a moment when I ran my tongue over her clit, but then she went right back to her task in earnest. I circled my tongue around her clit, and then isolated the little nub and made her pull her hips as far away as she could when it got to be too intense. 

I grabbed one of the small toys I'd brought back to the bed and ran the tip around her pussy as I licked her little clit. Slowly I inserted the tip and moved it ever so slightly in and out. Pretty quickly she was on the verge again and I felt her stop licking as she tensed up and thrashed underneath me. 

I pushed the toy in as far as I could without damaging her hymen and sucked her clit lightly as she came. Once her shuddering stopped I moved off of her and decided I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to cum. 

***to be continued? 



Forbidden Fruit



"Are you June?" I looked down into the green eyes of a bald white man, and it took me a second to realize what he had asked.

"Yes, I am. Are you the technician?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm Charlie," he said, climbing into the truck beside me. As I admired his wide, muscular arms, I was bathed in the fresh scent of his body wash. Irish Spring, maybe. Better than coffee, I thought. He was dressed in auto shop blues, faded but clean this early in the morning. His hands were also neat but darkened with oil and hard work. He asked, "What's the problem?"

"I have a check engine light on."

"Is that all?" he asked, grinning cheerfully. I smiled back, wondering if he liked black women. Blue collar boys were just my type. "Let's hook in and see what we got. Excuse me." He reached down beside my leg to attach his code reader under the dash. I didn't make any effort to move away, hoping he would brush over my thighs. I have a slim body but with wide hips and thighs. My ass would fit perfectly in his palms. 

Sadly, he completed his work with only a brush by my knee. I looked over his shoulder to see what codes came up. I work in marketing, so I'm not a grease monkey by any means, but I knew how to change the oil in my Ram pickup. "Looks like a transmission switch," he said, reading the screen. "Has it had any problems driving?"

"Just some difficulty with the steering." I looked underneath the reader to his lap. I imagined myself reaching down and unzipping his pants, pulling out a big white cock and wrapping my mouth around it. This truck had seen such indiscretions with my past boyfriend.

"It's probably an easy fix. Maybe a few hours." Charlie met my eyes again, still cheerful. "Can you drive it in the shop, or should I?"

"I can do it," I said, starting up the truck. He opened the passenger door and jumped out. Already I missed his warm body. I watched him walk around to open the bay door, and then I drove in. Once I turned off the truck, he opened the door for me. 

"Such a gentleman," I said as I hopped down.

"No problem, ma'am," he said, giving a slight bow. "The waiting room is over here. There's coffee, doughnuts, a newspaper."

"Thank you," I said, not sure I wanted to leave him. He was already getting to work, though. I took a moment to watch him from behind. He had a tight ass and tree trunks for legs. I could imagine him lifting me in his arms and carrying me into the waiting room. Sighing, I walked there by myself.

The coffee was bitter, the doughnuts stale, and the newspaper was old news compared to the beauty that was fixing my truck. I was a country girl, used to riding in the back of a pickup with coarse, sweaty boys. My parents' farm was next to white and black neighbors, so my early experimentation had been with all types of guys. I remembered one white boy in particular.

"My parents don't want me coming here," Johnny told me a little after my 18th birthday. "They say you're like the fruit in the garden of Eden. Once I eat of the tree, I'm going to Hell."

"That's not very nice," I said. We were sitting in my parent's barn, eating apples from the co-op. I liked watching the juice run down his chin. I wanted to follow that drop all the way down his neck. He usually shaved, but with the cooler weather starting, he was growing a beard.

"I like it!" he said. "You're forbidden fruit. You're in possession of the knowledge of good and evil." He grinned at me.

"I don't know about all that. I don't have that much knowledge." By then I'd tried a few things but never gone all the way.

"You don't? What about you and Nate?" he asked, referring to my black neighbor. Nate was like an ox, the stereotype you saw when someone made a movie about slavery. Johnny was thinner but still well developed. He would star as the rough overseer, not the clean cut master. More bites of the apple, more juice. He was a messy guy.

I scoffed. "Nate is a scaredy cat. He doesn't want to hurt me, he said."

"I guess he's afraid of crushing you!" he said. I laughed. "Well I don't have that problem. And I want to take a bite." He leaned in to kiss me. He tasted like apple.

A voice startled me away from my memory. "June? Ma'am?" I looked up to see my technician. Charlie. Sounded close to Johnny, though Charlie looked more like a yeoman, a small farmer, in my imaginary movie. "Looks like you might have another problem. You got a power steering leak."

"What?" I asked, surprised but a little pleased I might get to spend more time with him. "I haven't seen any fluid."

"It's not too bad right now, but it will probably get worse." He held open the door for me to return to my truck, now up on a lift. We went under the truck, and I looked to where he pointed.

"Shit," I said, when I saw the power steering box wet with fluid. This was going to send my repair bill sky high. On the other hand, I'd have more hours with Charlie. I glanced back at him. His eyebrows were lowered and he was almost frowning in concentration. He'd already got some oil on the side of his face. I wondered if he would mind if I wiped it away.

"It's a pretty common problem. We're going to have to replace the power steering box most likely. They have rebuild kits out there if you got any friends who can do the work. Honestly, if you get it done here, with parts and labor, you're paying at least $500." I nodded. That meant a trip back home. "I mean, I would appreciate the work, but..."

"I understand," I said. "What about the switch?"

"Oh yeah. Got that changed out, so you're done. We'll go the front, and I can ring you up." He led me back through the waiting room to the retail store. I started at his back as we walked, admiring the way his pants wrinkled over his smooth ass. His shirt was neatly tucked in under a belt--no indiscreet peeks if he happened to bend over. I almost bumped into him when he stopped and turned around.

"I'll write down the gearbox part number for you so can get it at the parts store."

"The what? Oh, right. I appreciate that." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "You're very helpful."

"Thank you, ma'am." He turned back around, and I got my fill before he rounded the counter.

"Why do you call me ma'am? We have to be about the same age." I leaned over the counter as he typed on the computer.

"Just being polite. That's what my mom taught me."

"Are you from around here?" I asked. We were in what I called the city, but it was really a large town.

"Yeah, I grew up here. Actually, my school was mostly black."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah, but it was bad. The races were all separated. I got beat up once for talking to a black girl."

"You? But you're so...big..." I stuttered.

He smiled wryly. "I was a lot smaller then. And I didn't understand all the hatred. I thought--well, I still think--black women were beautiful."

I felt my skin flush. "So have you ever dated anyone that was black?"

He grinned. "It's on my bucket list."

I sat up. "So why don't we get that crossed off? Are you busy tonight?"

His eyes widened. "Oh, I--no, I mean...Do you like white guys?"

"All kinds! Especially attractive ones."

"Really?" He grinned sheepishly.

"Yes," I said. I loved making him smile. "So how about tonight?"

He nodded. "I can pick you up at 8. Do you like Chinese?"

"Love it," I said. He checked me out and I gave him my number. I was grinning from ear to ear by the time I got my truck back.

He dressed in nice slacks and a button down shirt for dinner. I wore a little red dress with matching pumps. The contrast with my dark brown skin usually got a lot of attention. We went to a nice Chinese restaurant and talked for hours.

We had typical city/country differences--I liked cows, he preferred steak, he liked big buildings and I liked fields--but we also had a mutual love for the local football team and action movies. 

Overall he was a very sweet man, if a little timid around me. I was the stereotypical loud black woman mixed with do-it-myself country stubbornness. We got a few looks in the restaurant, but I stared them down until they got embarrassed and looked away. He had never met someone like me, he said.

He walked me to my door after dinner, and I was excited about what could happen next. He seemed nervous, so I tried to keep my voice light. "I had a great time," I said.

"Yeah," he said with a shy smile. "It'd be great to see you again."

"Do you want to come in for a drink?"

He shook his head. "No, ma'am, I've had enough for the night."

"Oh," I said, trying to hide my disappointment. This boy was too proper for his own good.

"Is it ok if I call you?" he asked.

"Of course," I said. And kiss me, and fuck me...I stifled a sigh. Patience, June. He looked at me for a second and apparently made a decision. He leaned in and firmly kissed me on the lips. I stopped myself from grabbing him and pulling him against the door. He pulled away, cheerful again.

"Have a good night," he said. I squeezed my hands together to give them something to do. His chasteness made me feel like a schoolgirl.

"Good night," I said. I watched him walk down to his truck. I was a little disappointed but excited about the future.

He called me the next day. We talked about random nonsense, but before I could ask him over, he said, "You know, I could fix that steering box for you. I can get a pretty good deal on the parts, and I'd do the labor no charge."

"You would do that?" I asked, thinking of the many ways I could repay him.

"Sure. I'm off on Sunday if you have time. I can come over before the game."

"That'd be great."

Sunday came, and I dressed in tight jeans and a thin polo. I made an apple pie with a store bought crust, but was hoping that wouldn't be the only dessert. He came over early afternoon dressed in a T-shirt and pants, clean but worn. Once he got started, I couldn't persuade him in the house even for pie.

"I don't want to get your place dirty," he said. I lived in a one-bedroom condo, but it wasn't like it hadn't seen muddy boots before. I stayed in the garage with him, admiring his sexy body as we talked.

"I think that's cool that you have dated all kinds of men," he told me. He was on his back underneath the truck, and I was starting at the bulge in his pants. "I've always felt like black women were forbidden fruit."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, thinking of Johnny.

"Well, they always seemed untouchable. I couldn't get any but one to even acknowledge me in school, and at work, I'm just another grease head. None has ever hit on me, until you. I never asked my parents, but I always thought they would want me to end up with a nice white girl."

"Nothing wrong with that," I said. "But haven't you always wanted to be a little rebellious?"

"Well I can't say I haven't ever done something my parents disapproved of. You're a nice girl, too. Just a little...unexpected."

I laughed. He rolled from underneath the truck. "I'm about done. I'll go wash up outside if you have a hose."

"Why don't you come inside for that?" I asked, standing up. "And you can have a slice of pie." He hesitated, looking down at his grease-covered hands and pants. He even had some on his bald head again. "It's all right," I said. "I'm not afraid of a little dirt."

"If you don't mind," he said carefully.

"Not at all," I drawled, opening the door to my kitchen. My mind and pussy were on fire with dirty thoughts. I set out a slice of pie on the kitchen table while he came in and took off his boots. He washed his hands and arms at the kitchen sink as I stood beside him.

"You know," I said suggestively, "the game will be on soon. I could throw your clothes in the wash while we watch."

He flushed red. "I don't have an extra change of clothes, ma'am."

"You don't have to worry about that." I let the words hang in the air while he dried his hands with a towel. Finally, he looked at me. His neck all the way up to his head were a deep red, but I could see the arousal in his eyes. And his pants. 

I smiled at him. "Why don't you take those clothes off, and I'll throw them in the laundry?"

"Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded, leaning over to rub his chest. I liked the firm muscles I felt under there. I slid my hand to his waistband and unbuttoned his jeans. The bulge there looked like it was getting firmer. I could hear him breathing fast, and it matched the pace of my heartbeat.

"I've got a load to do anyway," I continued, unzipping his pants and pushing them off his hips. His cock stood out proud underneath his boxers. With a flick of my finger, those fell off as well, and his thick white cock was all mine. I gave it a caress, and it twitched happily. I helped him pull his pants off, along with his shirt, and balled them up in my arms.

"I'll be right back! Have some pie." I turned away from his pained expression and sauntered to the laundry room. Humming, I threw his clothes in the washer and started it. I took mine off too, though the only thing that needed cleaning were my wet panties.

When I came back to the kitchen, the poor man was staring at the pie, a fork in his hand and still hard as a rock. I leaned against the door and cleared my throat.

"Maybe you'd like to have something other than pie?" He glanced up and his eyes widened. I smiled as he looked my body over. I beckoned to him and walked into the bedroom. I hoped he was taking time to enjoy the view. I tweaked one of my nipples as I walked. I was certainly enjoying teasing him.

In my bedroom, I pulled some condoms from my dresser and laid them on the night stand. Charlie was standing in my doorway, still a little shy. I grabbed his hands and pulled him close to me. "Why don't you try some of this?" I asked, reaching up to kiss him. He grasped my back and kissed me urgently. His cock was a firm rod in between our bodies, and I couldn't wait to have it inside me.

With my urging, he lay on his back on the bed. I rubbed my breasts against him, starting at his chest and working my way down to his crotch. His body hair was a light brown color, short and neatly groomed. The smell of him was a mixture of body wash, engine oil, and natural musk. I took his cock and squeezed it between my breasts. I loved seeing the reddened head peeking through my brown mounds. I rubbed him slowly, finally eliciting a small moan from him.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Yeah. You're beautiful," he breathed.

"Are you going to call me ma'am like you usually do?"

"Yes. Ma'am." He swallowed. I leaned down and licked the head of his cock. His hips pushed up a little.

"Have you thought about being inside a black woman?" I asked, sitting up and massaging him with my hand.

"Yes ma'am," he said, his eyes closed. "A lot."

"Even though we were forbidden?" I grabbed a condom and rolled it on. His cock was red and bulging. "You wanted a taste, didn't you?"

"Yes ma'am." I crawled back over him, watching his face twitching with anticipation. I slid a finger inside myself and moaned as I brushed my clit. I took his cock and pushed it between my legs. He gently grabbed my hips as I slid down onto him. His cock felt so good, but I forced myself to ride him slowly.

"How does that black pussy feel, Charlie?"

His response was more sounds than words. He stared at me with drunken lust. His hands ran up my back and back down to squeeze my ass. They felt like the perfect size. I leaned forward and gave him a long, deep kiss.

"You're going to make me come," I told him breathlessly. "Can I come all over your cock?"

"Yes ma'am," he said.

"Are you going to shoot your cum deep inside my pussy?"

"Oh God, yes. Yes, ma'am." He was already increasing his pace. I grabbed his hands and bore down against him. My orgasm exploded, and I moaned as I felt him swelling and bursting inside me.

Sighing, I gave him a kiss, rolled off, and curled up beside him. I flipped on the TV and we watched the football game in bed. By halftime his clothes were ready for the dryer. I gave him some oral stimulation while the analysts talked about the game. We missed most of the third quarter. Finally his clothes were done, and I reluctantly let him go.

"I'll call you tomorrow," he said after he'd showered and dressed. He gave me a big hug and I inhaled his scent. I would have to buy some Irish Spring to keep in the shower.

"Do you want some pie to take home?" I asked. "You can have a snack at work tomorrow.."

"No, thank you," he said, smiling shyly. "I got a taste for something else now."

I giggled. "You can have some for dinner."

"Yes, ma'am," he said. I saw him to the door and returned to the kitchen. His abandoned slice was still on the table, and I ate it with a smile. Forbidden fruit had never tasted so sweet.