0 comments/ 22691 views/ 0 favorites France By: drsalt It is the year 1746. Daniel de Grosmembre is lord of the manor at Le Bit, a large estate several kilometers outside Paris. He has 2,000 hectares of land, farmed by a number of families that have been on the land since the days of his grandfather. Daniel is married to Cynthie, the daughter of a neighboring Lord. She was a spoiled girl, but the parents arranged the marriage long before the bride and groom were of age. Upon the death of Cynthie's father, the entire whole of the estate will nearly double the lands controlled by de Grosmembre. Cynthie is willful, and has a sharp tongue that has frequently caused her problems in the past. In spite of the protestations of her mother, the belt of her father had been applied to her hindquarters upon many an occasion. When she and Daniel married, Cynthie portrayed the picture of love and light. Her tongue was sugared and very, very tame. After only a few months of marriage, she began to let slip the mask she had donned to cover her real emotions. As was the custom in those days, Daniel was openly allowed -- even expected -- to keep several lovers, both before and after marriage. Cynthie was expected to keep herself to Daniel. One of Daniel's lovers was the fifteen-year-old daughter of his groom, Angelique. A short, redheaded wench, Angelique usually serviced her lord in the stables after he had returned from a ride. As a rule, Daniel rode on Saturdays. This coincided with market day. Angelique's father served to carry the household staff to town for the marketing. This left Angelique free for any use the Lord chose to make of her. One Saturday, after Daniel and Cynthie were married, Daniel left his young bride behind and rode out to the forest. Whatever he did there was always a mystery. But he always returned with a hard cock and quickly fell upon Angelique in the stables among the horses and the hay with great vigor. This particular Saturday was no different than any other with one exception. When Daniel rode in, dismounted and turned the horse over to the stable boy, his entrance into the Groom's quarters was observed secretly by his wife, Cynthie. She watched as Daniel led the maid to her chambers and caused her to disrobe. He then made her straddle his calf and pull off his tight leather boots, the other foot was always applied to her bum to assist in the removal of the tall boot between her naked legs. Daniel, Cynthie noticed, made sure that the stem of his boot made intimate contact with the parts of Angelique's bare crotch. When she had removed the first boot, the operation was repeated with the second, the difference being that Daniel's shin was the object pressing into her tender folds. When his boots were tossed aside into the hay, she turned, still kneeling, to catch his discarded jacket, shirt and stock. Then she was schooled to use her teeth and lips to open and remove his breeches and smallclothes. When Angelique gripped the waist of his linen smallclothes in her tiny white teeth, Cynthie, peeking through the cracks between the boards of the stable wall, brought her hand to her own mouth. She bit the back of her hand and felt a warmth between her thighs. Angelique pulled and tugged, finally baring the erect member springing from between Daniel's thighs. It stood out, red and angry looking. Daniel's hands were on his hips, in an equally proud stance. His expression, while enflamed, was still as haughty as Cynthie had come to know as his usual attitude. With the under clothing discarded, Cynthie's gaze took in her husband's form. She had not been allowed to observe him this openly, since the tradition at the time was for married couples to join their bodies in the dark, and to couple only for the purpose of procreation. She saw what she'd only known before by touch: He was very hairy and his penis was long and thick. The sack of balls hung heavy underneath and swung back and forth as he now strutted around the girl in a complete circle. His hindquarters stood up tight and proud as they jiggled across the range of Cynthie's view. Marveling at their roundness, she was surprised to find her own hand beneath the layers of skirting and underclothes and sunken deep inside herself. She watched as Daniel came to a stop before the petite Angelique once more. He waited as she raised her face in supplication. She leaned forward a bit to take the tip of his hardness between her lips. Cynthie had wanted to do this, even tried one time. But Daniel spurned and scolded her efforts to please him, saying that was NOT something a proper wife would stoop to do. Now as she watched, his length sank slowly and completely into the mouth and throat of this...this Stable girl! Her motions beneath her skirt increased in speed and she felt the familiar feeling begin to mount inside herself. After a few minutes of this oral attention, Cynthie watched as her husband raised the girl from the straw covered stable floor. He bent her over a pile of hay in the corner. Reaching for a nearby crop hanging on the wall, he began to punish the tender backside of the young girl. With each stinging stroke, Cynthie felt a heat deep inside herself responding. This was what she desired! This kind of punishment was her central need! The courtly treatment of a Lord for his Lady was well and good. But Cynthie knew that she would respond with greater heat to her husband if he would treat her in the manner she watched him treat the girl that day in the barn. Cynthie watched until all the activity was finished. Angelique lay sweating and oozing the Lord's seed in the loose hay of the stable floor as Daniel, clad once again in his riding costume strode proudly from the shadows into the midday sunshine. Cynthie crept out then, to comfort the girl and cradle her abused naked body in her own lap. She kissed the tears from the small round face, all the while knowing that the young thing was as a rabbit, caught in an inescapable trap. She had reassured the girl, and had kindly spread a soothing lotion over and around her punished buttocks. A few times during this operation, Cynthie had let her hands stray down and into the secret places between the girl's legs and buttocks. By the time she had finished, both women were flushed and gasping. Cynthie knew she had to find a way to get her husband to treat her the way he had the girl in the stables. finally she came up with a plan...... ******************** “How do you stand him,” Angelique wanted to know. “ It was arranged. Not my choice. He is too old for me, “ Cynthie answered “You poor thing,” Cynthie said, drawing the girl close to her and cradling her. Angelique curled up into her arms feeling safe. Cynthie rubbed her bum as she leaned on her side allowing this to continue and her cheeks to part. One foot was on the ground, bent high at the knee and the other pressed into Cynthie. Angelique pulled her hair behind her shoulder and allowed her hand to land on Cynthie's left breast. Cynthie did not pull away and Angelique began to caress it bring the nipple to erection. Both were taken by surprise by their feelings. Both had been taunted by Daniel and were aroused. Cynthie leaned down to kiss Angelique's forehead again and again. Angelique bared the breast and took it into her mouth, sucking and nibbling. Cynthie felt the nerves that connected her breast with her most private parts. She moaned and began to caress Angelique's rear passage and the girl's vagina with her other hand. Rubbing faster and harder. Both were entering into a world they knew nothing of but that they wanted to explore. ************************ Cynthie slipped Angelique's blouse from her thin shoulders. The girl was now completely naked. Cynthie noticed that, except for the size of her breasts, they were similar in appearance. Her plan would work, she knew. But then she forgot about her husband and devoted herself to the delectable morsel before her. Angelique helped her mistress remove her own clothing, caressing each new part as it was bared for her. When Cynthie was as naked as the girl, they moved together into each other's arms. Kissing and fondling, they made love in silence for a while. When their breath became labored and their cheeks were flushed, Angelique stood and pulled the lady to her feet. Taking her by the hand, she led her across the stables to the small door in back. They entered the groom's quarters, where Angelique and her father lived. Crossing the small sitting room, Angelique pulled her into her bed chamber. The bed was small, childlike, since Angelique was little more than a child -- but a child who knew much of the world. Turning the woman, she pushed her back so she fell onto the bed. Cynthie flopped down and watched the girl kneel before her, just as she had done with Daniel. The girl parted Cynthie's knees and moved her thin body between them. When she dipped her head down and began to pleasure Cynthie with her lips and tongue, Cynthie let out a high wail and spread her legs wide, lifting them high to give Angelique complete access to everything she had. Cynthie had overheard the servants at times whispering about oral pleasures, but this was the first time she had experienced them herself. What a wonderful world she had been missing! When her orgasm washed over her she screamed, never thinking about being overheard. Angelique crawled up the mistress's body and lay her small head between those round, warm breasts. Cynthie cuddled the girl to her and rested. While she rested, she was trying to work up the courage to return the favor this child had given her. The memory of her husband pounding his manhood into the girl from behind gave her the boost she needed. She rolled the girl off her and asked her to straddle her head. The aroma made her head spin. The natural juices, combined with the smell of semen from her husband, and the sweat from the work the girl had done that morning. It was all a perfume that could never be duplicated. Gingerly, she ran her tongue over the hair covered flesh. Then she wiggled the tip between the folds of Angelique's vagina. The taste was as the smell, only there was a sharp tang to it. It was delicious! Cynthie gripped the cheeks of Angelique's ass and pulled her tightly to her face. She drove her tongue deep into the hidden recesses and sucked at the tender flesh. She let her fingers knead the girl's ass and slip in between the cheeks to press and poke at that tiny puckered hole there. Angelique gasped and was soon writhing and moaning through her own orgasm. When it was over, the two rested once more. Cynthie explained her plan. Angelique giggled and added a touch here and there. Finally they had polished it so it could not fail. To see them there would have been a dream. The woman, pale, blonde and buxom, her hips broad and sturdy. Beside her, the thin, waiflike girl, slender boyish hips and without breasts to speak of -- certainly less than would fill a hand. Angelique's skin tone contrasted with the Lady's, having been exposed to the cruel sun and browned to a turn. But the girl's bottom was pleasantly rounded, giving a hint of the woman she would become. Still, there were no eyes to see, other than their own. The plan was for Cynthie to steal to the stables early the following Saturday, while Daniel was out riding. There, she would dress herself in a similar fashion to Angelique. There was no possibility that the Lord could confuse the two, but the hope was to impersonate a relative of the groom's daughter and thus trick the man into using his wife as he did the serving women. All that was needed was for Cynthie to keep him from recognizing her face. To that end, Angelique helped her to smear mud and ashes around her rosy cheeks. The blonde hair, likewise was dirtied and tousled. A loose-fitting cloth cap was used to further hide her identity. Cynthie stood for examination before her accomplice. Angelique smiled as she pronounced the disguise perfect. All that was needed now was the entrance of the Lord. In the distance they could hear the hoofbeats of his horse approaching...... France Ch. 02 Cynthie quickly picked up a spade and began scooping horse droppings into a pile in one of the stalls. Angelique started pitching hay. The light dimmed as Daniel rode his horse into the doorway. Angelique looked up, but Cynthie continued her work, because she feared discovery. Daniel dismounted. Angelique took the reins and Daniel slapped her behind smartly. She squealed because she knew it was the reaction he wanted. "Well, well!" he exclaimed. "And who is this little morsel?" He was regarding the other female with interest. "It is my cousin, Lord, from the city. She is visiting because her mother has fallen ill. Her name is...Marie!" Angelique struggled because they had not thought of a name for Cynthie. "She doesn't talk much, Sir." "Hmm..." Daniel's eyes roamed over Cynthie's body. The tight pants outlined rounded buttocks and creased attractively between the woman's thighs. Angelique's blouse was too tight for Cynthie, so her unbound breasts were clearly posed for any viewer. "She seems to need some new clothes, girl. Marie!" His voice was loud in the small space as he called out. Cynthie/Marie looked up at him, but not fully. She only glanced up then cast her eyes back down to avoid recognition. "Are you simple, Girl, or just shy?" he asked. "She truly is rather simple, Sir. But alert enough for small things. It makes her naturally shy." Angelique was trying her best to cover up for her mistress. Cynthie raked the horse dung and trembled. If Daniel discovered her, she didn't know what his reaction would be. She turned away and bent forward, hoping to turn his attention from her face to other parts of her body. She felt the pants tighten across her ass and pull more snugly into her crotch. She leaned just a little farther and, 'R-I-I-P!' The pants tore along the seam! She suddenly felt the cooler air on her behind! She stood straight and tried to conceal her exposed flesh. Daniel laughed loudly and threw his arm over Angelique's shoulder. "Ho! Well, since she is offering..." he strode across the stable and ran his hand down, pushing Cynthie's aside. He inserted his fingers under the torn pants to squeeze her ample cheek. She shivered, pretending to resist. In reality, she knew her pussy was dripping in anticipation. "Let's see what she's hiding here," Daniel said, his voice hoarse with need. With that, he tugged her top up and off to loose her round, cherry tipped breasts. Cynthie quickly dropped the rake and covered her tits with both hands. "Marie!" Angelique warned. "Non! Let the Lord see you, vite!" Cynthie slowly allowed her hands to drop to her sides. Her nipples perked up as Daniel stroked them, pinching cruelly. "Well, well! And, since the pants are mere rags now, why don't you get out of them, as well?" Cynthie hesitated only a moment before untying the cord that held her pants to her waist. She let them fall and stepped out of them. Now she stood before her husband naked. This was the most dangerous time. Did he know her body well enough to recognize her? "Hmm..." his voice had grown even thicker with his lust. He obviously didn't realize it was his own wife he was gazing upon. He placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face away from him. With both hands, he stroked her from shoulder to hip. He squeezed her buttocks hard. Then he slapped one of the shapely globes hard. His handprint was clear. Cynthie jumped and yelped. He laughed. "Angelique! Run and fetch me the crop, and quickly! I believe this wench needs some training!" He was unbuckling his belt and fumbling with his breeches. Kicking off his pants, he led Cynthie to the roll of hay that lay along one wall. He pushed her roughly over it on her belly. The coarse straw poked and scratched her tender skin. But there was something about the ordeal that caused her pussy to manufacture even more moisture. Kicking her feet apart, he took the proffered crop which Angelique had brought. He spared only a glance at the younger girl. But in the glance, he realized she had lost her own clothing and was now as nude as her paler-skinned 'cousin' before him. His cock stood out proudly from beneath his shirt, red and throbbing. He ran his hand over the roundness of Cynthie's ass. Then he brought the crop down sharply. The sound was loud in the room. Cynthie twitched and groaned. She felt the sting and the increased wetness between her thighs. This! This was what she now knew she needed! She tipped her hips forward and opened her legs a bit more. The crop fell again, 'SMACK!' She groaned. Then Daniel began to bring it down rapidly, moving the implement from one side of her ass to the other. Each time Cynthie jerked and her groans became a continuous moaning. The knowledge that the girl and the other grooms were watching her humiliation made it all the sweeter to Cynthie. Angelique had never seen another person tortured like this. It didn't repulse her. In fact, it made her own juices begin to seep between her folds. She let one hand steal down and between her thighs. She could see clearly up and into her mistress's cunt. The dim light shone and reflected from the gathered moisture there. She looked at the Lord's rampant cock. She licked her lips. She wanted to feel that spear in her mouth, as so many times before. But she knew it was the Mistress who would get it first. She could only hope to have her turn afterward. Finally, Daniel dropped the crop and leaned into the womanly haunches displayed for his use. He rubbed his hard cock between the sweaty cheeks and pushed it between her thighs to assess her readiness. She was dripping and open. Angling his member down, he thrust firmly and impaled himself inside her. She cried out in pleasure. She was overwhelmed instantly with an orgasm! She had never been so hot and excited. The waves washed over her again and again as her husband used her the way he did common women and girls. In their bed, he was less vigorous. But this! This was what she needed! He thrust into her repeatedly until he stiffened and she felt his hot seed spurting inside her. He backed out then. She was panting and rolled in the hay to her side. She watched as he took Angelique by the hair and forced her to her knees. He stuck his come covered cock into her face. She eagerly took it and licked it and sucked it until it was cleaned of all the fluids. Then he lifted her bodily into the air. He lowered her onto his still hard cock. She used a hand to help guide him into her body. She was so slender and he was so strong that it was no problem for him to fuck her as he stood there. Cynthie's eyes took all this in and she groaned as she used her fingers to give herself another orgasm. The sight was more than she could stand. Finally, Daniel grunted and spurted his seed inside the young girl. He lifted her one last time and deposited her unceremoniously in the straw on the floor. She collapsed into a heap in the dust. The Lord paid no more attention to the two women he'd used as he put on his pants and buckled the belt. He turned without a word and strode from the stables. Cynthie stood and walked unsteadily to the girl. She lifted her and together they went to the little room in back. Cynthie knew she was raw and sore, so she knew the smaller girl was even worse. She made her lay back on the bed and lay with her. She stroked the girl's hair and back. Cynthie was sore between her legs and her ass burned. The entire front of her body, from breast to thigh, was scratched from the hay, but she was still aroused. She had tricked her husband into treating her as a common whore. The idea caused another rush of lust within her. She looked at the nipples of the girl next to her. Daniel had paid no attention to either of their breasts beyond that first pinching. She dropped her lips to one of Angelique's almost boyish mounds. She suckled and tweaked the hardening bud between her lips. She let her hand run down the flat belly and between the firm thighs to the girl's cunt. Feeling her husband's semen there, she brought her hand to her own mouth. The taste was salty and strange. He had never used her the way he had Angelique. His cock had never been in his wife's mouth. She moved around until her face was near the girl's crotch. Angelique knew what she wanted so she parted her legs wide. Cynthie pushed her face into the aromatic vee and began to lick and suck at the girl's nearly hairless crotch. The smell and taste drove her again near to orgasm. When Angelique turned her own head and Cynthie felt the girl's hot breath on her own thighs, she opened her legs and felt the small tongue lapping at her tender flesh. Only minutes later another forceful orgasm rushed through her. A few minutes later, Cynthie realized she had to get back to the house. Daniel usually went to the parlor after his rides and drank brandy before napping. But she didn't trust this. He might want to see her for some reason. She stood and hurriedly put on her own clothes. She kissed the sleepy girl lightly on the lips and slipped out the back door and ran across the lawn to the side door of the house. Stepping lightly up the back stairs, she went to her chamber. The bath she had ordered prepared for herself was waiting. The steam rose and filled the air. She stripped quickly and immersed her tired and abused body into the hot water. Her maid silently entered and began to soothe her mistress. France Ch. 03 Cynthie began to doze as her maid's gentle hands washed and stroked her body. Molly, the maid, had done this for her mistress many times before. Cynthie had never thought about it, just accepted it as her due. But the activities in the stable were vivid in her mind's eye. the sleepy feeling passed off and she began to really feel the girl's hands upon her. Molly was the daughter of the Irish cook. She was young, perhaps, but quickly beginning to ripen into a woman. Her hair was a rich red and always tied back properly. Her eyes, normally cast down when speaking to her mistress, were a deep green. Her body was stocky, yet shapely. Large round breasts threatened to burst out of the thin cotton shift the girl wore. "Molly, look at me," Cynthie said quietly. The girl bashfully raised her gaze to her mistress' face. "You are truly beautiful, ma chere," she said, stroking the girl's cheek. "Are you still a virgin?" Molly's pale cheeks reddened and she dipped her head in embarrassment. She glanced quickly up again, then nodded, her auburn-gold curls bouncing in the afternoon sunlight. "Yes ma'am," she said in an almost inaudible voice. "I hope to marry one day and my mother told me that no decent man would marry a woman who is not pure." Cynthie chuckled. "Perhaps in Ireland that is the way. But you are in France now, Little One. Men here are somewhat more worldly." As Cynthie ran her fingers through the luxurious tresses, she began to get the germ of an idea. "Are you not curious about the act of love?" The blush on Molly's cheeks deepened. This time she giggled before answering. "Oh, but I know all about it, Mistress! I've watched the beasts. And... and... well, we lived in a very small cottage back home. I heard my Da and Mother sometimes. And...." the girl stopped abruptly and glanced at her mistress then away. "And...? And what, Molly? What else?" "Well...," the girl gulped before going on boldly. "Well, one morning when I was in the garden gathering herbs last week the gamekeeper surprised me." Cynthie pictured the new gamekeeper the Lord had hired only last month. He was young and handsome. Yes, she thought, he would certainly be attracted to this one. Cynthie's pulse quickened at mention of the young man. "Surprised you how?" "He came up behind me and held me to him. I was afraid and struggled, but he held me fast. He turned me around and kissed me hard on the lips. Then he took my hand and thrust it into his breeches! His...his...thing was hard and stiff! It gave me the strangest feeling! I was afraid I would faint and awake no longer a virgin! So I squeezed it roughly and he released me, howling in pain. I ran to the kitchen door and safety." She looked at Cynthie with wide eyes before going on. "It felt so strange in my hand, hard, yet soft and smooth. Are all men like that, Ma'am? Can that huge thing really fit inside our...?" the girl could not bring herself to utter the vulgar name she'd heard a woman's private parts called. Cynthie felt her heart go out to her. Molly was so innocent, yet so beautiful, it was amazing she had lasted this long without losing her maidenhead. "Yes, Little One, they are all like that. Some larger, some smaller, but basically the same. But tell me, is his member so large? How large would you say?" She knew the girl had little to compare the gamekeeper's cock to, but she asked anyway. Molly's freckled forehead wrinkled with the effort. "Oh, I can't really say, Ma'am. Only that my fingers did not meet when I grasped it, so it was surely very thick. As for length, I have no way of knowing." she looked up at her mistress hopefully. Cynthie smiled, then held out her slender wrist, bidding the girl to grasp it as she had the penis. Molly's fingers just touched. Cynthie's eyes widened at the thought of a penis thicker than her own wrist. Molly moved now to the fire and retrieved the heavy iron kettle of hot water. She rewarmed the bath and replaced the kettle over the coals. Taking up the sea sponge and scented soap, she began to wash Cynthie's smooth back. As she did, her mistress spoke to her of some of the mysteries of love between men and women. Molly learned more that afternoon than her own observations had taught her. At times, she forgot herself, and the social gap between the two of them. For a time they were only two women speaking together. So interested was the girl in her mistress's teachings, that she was brought up short when she realized she had Cynthie's breasts oin her hands, massaging more than washing! For her part, Cynthie was very aware of Molly's hands. In leaning forward, Molly's own tits had pressed against Cynthie's back, the dress soaking up the water. Struck by the realization, Molly released Cynthie's breasts and gasped an apology. "No need, Dear," Cynthie said, "You were doing well. Molly..." she began, "would you care to bathe with me, instead of just washing me?" Molly's pale visage reddened at the thought. She had moved to the side of the tub and Cynthie could see the large nipples poking out the front of the wet cloth of the girl's dress. "But, Ma'am...is it...? I mean, would it not be...? What about the Lord, Ma'am? What if he were to enter and see me...us...I mean, certainly he has seen you, but ..." Cynthie laughed warmly at the girl's confusion. Rising to her feet she dripped water and suds as she gently pulled the garment over Molly's head to bare that young body. "Come," she said in a husky voice, " Let me serve you for a change." Taking the girl's hand, she helped her to step up into the copper tub. It was certainly large enough for two. For a time they both stood as Cynthie sponged and lathered the girl's soft skin. Beginning with her back, she scrubbed from shoulder to tail bone. she replenished the sponge and sensuously pushed it into the crease between the young buttocks. At her urging, Molly leaned forward and rested her hands on the tub's edge, moving her legs apart. Cynthie let the sponge drop with a small splash and used only her hands then. She lavished attention on Molly's ass and the puckered anus there. Molly gasped when she felt the strong finger prodding and even starting to enter her back passage. But Cynthie did not linger there. She knew there would be a time when that part of Molly's education would be tended to -- possibly by her husband. She lathered her hand and slid it between the young thighs and scratched gently at the coppery curls covering Molly's greatest treasure. The girl's legs trembled, but she didn't object. "Have you ever touched yourself here, Molly?" she asked. The voice was small and hesitant when she replied. "Y-yes, Mistress, but only a few times. It felt...it felt good but wicked, too. The nuns told us that we shouldn't, but Fiona, back home told me about it." Cynthie could hear the embarrassment in the confession. "It does feel good, Love, and it is wicked, but not sinful. You will find that much of what the Church tells you has no bearing to life as we live it outside the church. Even nuns and priests, in spite of their vows, indulge in some practices that make even me blush." As she spoke, her fingers were still fondling and stroking the girl's cunt. She left off and told her to turn and sit in the water. Cynthie seated herself behind Molly, pulling the girl's back against her own chest. She whispered to the girl as she began to masturbate her. The slippery soap, long washed away, was replaced by the natural honey the girl produced and Cynthie's fingers plunged and rubbed until, with a loud cry, Molly shuddered through an orgasm. It was the girl's first ever, so she required explanation and reassurances that this was normal, that she hadn't 'broken' anything. She held her until her heart and breathing returned to normal. She completed the bath by truly washing the girl, even scrubbing her filthy feet under the lukewarm water. After drying each other, Cynthie fetched an old dress from the armoire standing in the corner. It was nearly ragged and destined for the poor anyway. But Molly proclaimed it the finest thing she had ever worn. Cynthie kissed her cheek and sent her on her way, then collapsed on the bed to give herself the same pleasure she'd given Molly.... France Oh La La Sandy looked up from the books broken open on her desk. One hand with spread fingers pressed down two books open at the same time. The books were new and revolting against staying open. Her other hand had a pencil poised in her hand. The way she held the pencil had always seemed awkward to everyone. It was like a fist with the pencil butt going straight into the air. "Honey, you have been studying all day on your birthday. Let me talk to my daughter for at least five minutes to wish her happy birthday." "But we have finals tomorrow." Daddy placed his big warm hands on her slender shoulders. He was a big man with a big belly. He understood. He was very studious himself. That's how he had become a financial controller at a big company. She definitely had taken after him and not her mother. Thank goodness! Up to the last minute, her mother had been out of control. During the custody hearings, the bailiff had her found in the shabby, degenerated court bathroom doing blow. The bailiff had dragged her in front of the judge. She was wearing a mini-skirt, heavy mascara, and her nose smudged with white blow. The final stroke for the judge had happened, when the bailiff found her in the court parking lot giving a juror a lap dance in his car. It was a red tiny Honda Civic with rust poking the paint. Her body had bumped everywhere at the small enclosure, as she was pushing her boobs into the face of the juror like a high end hooker. The judge had red faced slammed the gravel down over and over to declare father the sole custodian. "Sweetie, unwind a little. It'll only take five minutes." Sandy put down her pencil and turned sideways on the chair. She was wearing farmer John shorts. The light blue denim went down to her knees. The suspenders went over her shoulder. The front of the jeans covered her belly. She wore a unicolor lavender t-shirt. Her hair was pulled together in a ponytail. There was not a trace of makeup on her face or jewelry. He definitely didn't have to worry about her having drug problems, a boyfriend, or getting in with the wrong crowd. "I got you a little something." He handed her a white envelope that had 'Happy Birthday, Sandy' written on it. He was still in his business suit from the office. It was nothing flashy. It was his working clothes. She ripped the envelope open. Her eyes grew big when she was reading it. Her arms shot into the air with little fists of her slender teenage fingers. She jumped up and full body hugged her father. His face turned slightly red and a big proud smile hushed over his face. She slunk down on her chair to read the card in detail to soak in everything about the gift. Something made her pause. She looked questioning at daddy. "A trip to France for my high school graduation is really awesome. Though, I'd really want to see Paris." "Honey, Paris is a big city with all kinds of crime and dangerous people. Okay, I want my birthday girl to be happy. If you really want Paris, you must understand that you can leave the hotel only with me. There will be no roaming around on your own. On the other hand, if we take the river boat around Southern France, you can run around the little cities we visit however you please. What is it going to be?" Sand's face turned thoughtful. She was counting the threads on the carpet. Then, she looked up. "Okay, we'll do the river boat. But, you have to promise that we can do anything all day and night, if we wanted to?" "Honey, you have my word, as long as it is nothing criminal." A month later, they stood at the side of the river in Bordeaux. Father was dressed in white slacks with a blue shirt unbuttoned one button more than usual. He wore a white had with a black band. His belly was full as ever. He had a happy smile on his face. The dream of steering a live-in boat through the French backcountry had been his dream for a long time. Sandy stood next to him with her blond hair. She wore jeans and Bordeaux tourist t-shirt. She held onto her pink suit case. Tara, her best friend, had joined them. She had black hair. Sandy and Tara had been friends for so long that they started to have the same looks on their faces and body language. They both had languid, skinny bodies. The only difference to Tara's dress was that Tara had the bottom of her jeans folded over to show the pale inside of the denim clothes. Her suitcase was black. The boat rental guy pulled their boat up to the stone wall. The river was green and languid. Large trees grew next to. Their branches reached down into the water. The water curled around the low branches as it pushed toward the ocean. The boat was a big oval thing. The roof was low slung. It had a big belly seemingly underground. There was a little fence running all around it. The fence was maybe a foot high. It made it really easy to jump on the ship anywhere or to dangle the feet over board, while watching the country side drift along. The jumped aboard. There was a living room with a small kitchen. It was the tiniest sink ever. There was a single propane burner to cook. There was a cockpit with thick a thick leather bench. The girls quickly realized that there was only one bedroom. The bedroom was pretty much a twin sized mattress with no walking floor. The door opened straight onto the mattress. They crawled into the bedroom space pushing their suitcases ahead of them. There was a little stow room to the side for the suit case. Window slits were on both sides of the bedroom to watch out onto the river. The girls bounced around on the mattress being giddy. Father was banished to sleep on the couch in the living room. Father was immediately intrigued by all the controls in the cockpit. With the manual on his lap, he started pulling the first buttons to steer the boat into the middle of the river and off they went. He learned the finer controls for radio communication as they trawled upstream. Sandy and Tara were giddy about being in France. They were running around the top of the ship. One got the idea to climb on top of the cockpit, and hang down to give father and upside down wave. They were such children, especially now that all the responsibility of high school was behind them. Father looked up and smiled at them. He loved having a happy family. Two hours later, he left the big Garonne River with all the transportation barges. The boat puttered into a little side canal. From then on, they were deep in the French country side. They passed fields with tall wheat. Medieval windmills waved at them with their wind wheels spinning languidly in the near wind still summer heat. Quaint villages with sleepy dogs and chirpy birds passed them. The standing heat made them tired. The girls were reading books and listening on their iPods. At night, the heat would not want to clear out of the boat. The girls slept out of view in their bedroom with the windows wide open. The night air was filled with the smell of trees and fish. Father was sleeping in plain view, whenever the girls came out for the midnight bathroom break. At first, he slept in long flannel pajamas. After tossing and turning the whole first night in misery, practicality had won over chastity. He slept in his briefs. They were old, cotton things with snappy waste bands. He had apologized to the girls and tried to explain. They had only sniggered at him with a fake accent: "This is France, land of the Frenchmen. Frenchmen have strange customs." And, that was it. The second night, the rocking of the boat had become one sided. Instead of leaning left and right, it kept leaning, right-right-right. Just as everyone was about to go back to dreams, father jumped up in his briefs. He ran up to the deck and jumped overboard fast as a weasel. The anchoring rope had become loose overnight. The boat had drifted onto a sand bank. The bill for a boat tow was hundreds of dollars. Madly alarmed, father was standing in knee deep water on the sandbank. He pushed with both hands against the boat. The boat didn't move. The girls came out to watch. Their eyes were wide open. They were too dazed to realize what to do. Father noticed the he could rock the boat. And, so his fatty financial controller arms started pumping the boat. He threw his whole body into it. Definitely, the adrenaline had gotten the best of him. He was physical like never before in his life. Tara was the first to notice that his penis had slipped out of the old cotton briefs. His penis was shaking in a half circle with each pump. Tara covered her mouth and whispered to Sandy with a spark of excitement in her eyes. "Oh my god, your dad is hung like a stallion. I bet if that is hard, it reaches up to his belly button." Sandy's face darkened at the sight of the fat man with the big belly: "ew" "Oh, Sandy, we are in France. This is the land of love and romance. Men walk around the city in Speedos." "Well, so far, we have only been to little villages with old man." "We really have to change this. I can see how your dad has this idyllic notion of being a river boat captain. The country side is certainly really French. Though, I didn't go to high school and fly across the big pond to miss out on some truly French experience. I want some passion." "Yeah, dad certainly made sure that we'd be far away from all that." "Well, at least we can enjoy your father's penis. Maybe, one night, when he is sleeping, it'll slip out." "I'll tell you a secret. Sometimes, I think back on when I was a little child. Then, my dad would go in the changing room with me at the pool. It was innocent. Yet, I still remember how his penis looked. It is straight, well balanced, thick, and has all these ripples running over it. If I have a boyfriend, I want one with a cock like that." "Now, I want to see it up close." "We are so bad. However, as bored out of our minds as we are, no one could hold it against us." Father screamed for one of them to push the throttle forward. He had rocked the boat loose enough that a little shove from the engine could get it back into the depth of the river. The boat glided away from the sand bank. Sandy saw his father realize his wardrobe malfunction and put it back out of sight. He never said a word, hoping that nobody had noticed in the darkness of the night. The next day, they came onto a trader sitting by a river wall. He had a chair, table, and boxes of merchandise. He was a tall, skinny young lad of their age. He slouched deeply on the fold out chair. His long legs with the cowboy boots spread wide and far. His straight long hair fell back lazily. Tara stubbed Sandy in the side with her finger. Both giggled. The lad had a long face that lazily looked into the distance. They asked dad to stop. They hopped onto the river wall. The lad didn't steer. He was too cool. The girls looked at him. He had dreamy eyes that were looking in the distance. He had an almost short trim beard over his face. He was chewing on a wooden toothpick with lush full lips. Sandy whispered to Tara, "we found our French lover boy." He didn't speak English at all. Yet, when his mouth opened, his voice was relaxed and full of resonance. They could feel the fricative sounds resonate in the little bones of their bodies. They looked through his boxes. It was swimwear. They instinctively looked for the typical bottom and bikini combination. The colors were lovely. He playfully slapped their hand to signal that these were not for them. He pulled out two one pieces. They were not the tame one pieces from back in America. One of the one pieces had a scantily clad bottom. A series of rings covered connected to the bikini top covering the belly. The other one piece had skinny bands of fabric run across the belly, so that the top did not have to connect in the center. Sandy cringed. This was how movie stars at the Riveria dressed. She had a beautiful skinny body from all the good nutrition her dad had given her all her life. She certainly could show it off. Tara recognized Sandy's thoughts. "Sandy, we are in France. This is like what happens in France stays in France. We can sunbath on the boat deck like that and get a little thrill. There are not even any men to ogle us. And, if they are Frenchmen, not pervy Americans!" Sandy yelled, "Daddy bring money. We went shopping!" When Daddy jumped overboard, he came walking with the wallet in his hand. He was wearing shorts and a white wife beater t-shirt. Father immediately protested. However, Sandy reminded him that she could get anything, if she agreed to give up Paris. And, then she went one on top. She picked a bright red thong speedo and told her dad to get one of these. Both, Sandy and Tara leaned against one side of father each. They rubbed their bodies against his. They caressed his chest. They made putty faces. Daddy felt so uncomfortable to feel the little perky mounds of their breasts against his side that he quickly paid for the bright red speedo thong. They turned around to get back to the boat. Tara sighed about the prospect of more languid summer heat with nothing to do on the boat. The lad's fingers touched her shoulder and pulled her around. There was something soft and masculine about the touch. Her belly felt like melting. She pulled herself together and asked 'what?' The lad looked around shifty. He motioned her to sit down quickly. She sat down curious to what was going on. The lad's face looked almost stressed. He held his hand under the foldout table. His face quickly twitched for her to move. She figured that he went really funny about handing holds, not at all how she expected a romantic Frenchmen to make a move. She gently caressed his hand. Her fingers were a little cool and clam from being nervous. He opened his fist and pushed two white candy pieces into her hand. Then, he leaned back. He said something in French. Sandy was already on the boat. So, Tara jumped up and ran after her. She popped the candy and handed the other one to Sandy. It tasted like nothing, just some white powdery thing. She figured that it was at least sugar free. The boat tuckered on. They got the lounge chairs up on deck. The girls tried out the new swimwear. They felt awkward and naked in it. They felt like a spot light was shining on them, because the design was so racy. Yet, only trees and field roads passed them. Pretty soon, father tied up the boat in the middle of nowhere. He joined them in his new speedo. He had a smirk on his face. Somewhere, he had decided to like the French way and feel the taboo of sunbathing in a speedo thong. Tara quickly noticed the outline of daddy's penis right away. The large penis hung way to the right. She touched Sandy's arm to rouse her silently to cop a look as well. The moment that her hand touched the arm, she felt overwhelmed. Sandy's arm felt so soft. It was delicious like licking honey. Sandy turned over to look deeply in Tara's dark brown eyes. Tara could only say "wow." She felt bliss in her rising. She caressed along Sandy's whole arm. It felt amazing. Sandy eagerly reached her hand to touch Tara's arm as well. Their sense of feeling was so changed. It felt like out of this world. Tara turned to point at daddy's dick and whispered, "You know what I'm thinking?" Her words were so bold. She didn't feel out of control. She felt like she was more in control. It was like her secret thoughts were save to put out in front of her best friend. Sandy only nodded, "I know." Sandy got up swiftly. Her limbs moved so freely and easily. Within an instant, she hopped onto father's belly with her legs spread to straddle him. Father jumped up from a slumber. "What's going on?" "Oh, daddy do you remember, when I was little and we played ride the horse?" "Well, yeah, I remember 'jump, jump little rider.'" "Sing it again for me. " Father hesitantly started singing the song about the little rider and all his adventures. Sandy slid her pussy onto his penis. The fabric of the swimsuit was thin. She could feel his penis hardening. "Me, too" said Tara with a raunchy voice. Tara slid up right behind Sandy. The growing penis was large enough for both of them to rub their pussies against him. Father's voice was shrieking more and more. Father tried to hold onto the song and ignore what the girls were doing to him. His erect penis had slipped out of the constraint of the speedo. The tip was indeed up to his belly button. He kind of liked to feel his daughter on his cock, because it hid the stark nakedness from his daughter's best friend. Her daughters best friend was almost falling off, yet she was rubbing her young eighteen year old pussy against the base of his shaft. When the initial shock wore off just enough for him to feel a little turned on, he jumped to his feet and ran into the cockpit of the boat. That was his little safe heaven. He pulled a blanked over his loin and poured over river and canal maps to get his mind off what had happened. He had been sprung. The girls realized that they were high. The candy from the lad was apparently some kind of drug. They locked themselves up in their bedroom. They slowly caressed each other. They didn't feel aroused at all. The touch simply felt so good. They embraced each other. They whispered secrets until they fell into a slumber. When they awoke, it was already dark outside. They felt like themselves. They looked out of the window. They thought about how to explain to each other what had happened. Sandy turned to Tara, "I think that lad gave us drugs. We were so high that we molested my dad. I still remember everything clearly. It wasn't like a drunk binge. Everything seemed actually even more clear." Sandy nodded, "maybe, if we ignore the whole thing, your dad will ignore it as well. Can you pass me the bottle of water." Sandy leaned over Tara's body. And, there it was again. Tara's skin felt so delicious. Sandy smiled and felt Tara's boobs. Tara reeled back to enjoy Sandy's hot hands over her boobs. Tara also was rolling again. The drug was starting over again. The touch had triggered their neural chemistry to go partying again. They were back in the happy state. Tara took Sandy by the hand to lead her outside into the living room. Daddy was lying on his back snoring. He was out cold. The blanket had been kicked off. He was sleeping in his saggy white cotton briefs. Tara's fingers slid under the side of the cotton briefs. She pulled them down over his hairy thighs. Then, she leaned forward over his crotch and pulled his penis into her mouth. Daddy was sleeping without even twitching. Tara's lips were stretched wide by the big member. She could only get half of the flaccid beast into her mouth. The beast quickly hardened and spilled out of her mouth. Her saliva coated his penis. When the pole was standing up away from his belly, Tara gleefully said, "I'm like sword eater how I pulled that cock out. Now go ride it." Sandy was without reluctance. She pulled her swim suit off. Her naked pussy was visible in the gray light of the night. Her breasts were smallish, yet firm. Her body was so trim that the skin exposed her hip bones. She crawled onto her knees to hover her pussy over daddy's groin. Her hand reached back to wrap her fingers around his shaft. She pointed his penis head to her pussy opening. Then, she let her butt fall down onto his groin. She called out like a cowgirl. Her eyes rounded. The penis had shot so deeply inside of her that it touched her uterus. She didn't go to thrusting him. Instead, she ground her pussy around his penis. She loved feeling his pubic hair and pubic bone push against her vulva. Tara slipped out of her swim suit as well. She loved feeling the air around her private parts that were always pressed against by clothing. She kneeled over daddy's face. She tried to get him to eat her. However, he simply kept sleeping and blowing breath with his nose against her young, firm pussy. France Oh La La In a moment of creativity, Sandy called out, "put honey on your cunt. He loves honey more than anything." Tara got a jar of honey out of the pantry. She spread the yellow syrup over her pussy with her finger. Then, she smashed her pussy onto father's big, red lips. His lips parted by the force. She could feel his teeth against her snatch. Somehow, a drop of honey touched his tongue. Instinctively, his tongue flicked out like a fish snapping for a fly. Tara softly cried out in pleasure. She smeared her whole vulva lengthwise across his lips. He started licking and sucking. Half a minute later, he stopped licking, when the honey was licked clear of her snatch. She put more honey on her pussy to start the licking machine again. She watched Sandy. Sandy had both her hands resting on his belly. The hands made deep indentations in the fat of the belly. Sandy slowly glid her pussy up and down the full length of his penis. White pussy juices were sticking to her father's shaft. Their faces were so close to each other that it was almost a kiss. They relished feeling their naked bodies and the hot breathes of intimacy that they were blowing onto each other's bodies. Yet, they were too busy to stimulate their hot sexes on father to make out. Tara whispered, "should we have used a condom?" "Nah," said Sandy, "my dad hasn't gotten any action since mother. And, I'm on the pill. My insides turn nuts at the idea of my dad's spunk inside of me. That is so taboo. That is so French." Tara applied more honey to her dripping wet pussy. Sandy started thrusting her hips fast and rhythmically. Her body was covered in sweat. With a hard breath, Sandy grunted, "now that you have me thinking about my spunk's dad inside of me, I want it now." Tara was slowly moaning. She was too consumed by her own orgasm creeping up. Sandy grabbed Tara's wrist, "I can feel him pumping inside of me." Tara rested her forehead against Sandy's sweaty shoulder, while Tara felt the orgasm ripple through her pussy. Her whole nervous system was pulsating. When the softness of the post-orgasm came on, Tara whispered, "you know that we just ravaged your dad." They retreated to their bedroom. They fell into slumber. They gently awoke. They thought the drug was gone. However, another touch and everything started over. This time, they were mellower. They talked about what had happened. They felt close. The drug warmed their heart. They accepted that they had acted out a fantasy. If they kept quiet about it, it could be their little French secret. Their journey continued along the rural canals of Southern France. They finished another book. Father mastered learned a few knew knots and mastered every arcane control switch of the boat. Frances & Alain She never did like Alain especially during her ten-day business visit to France and despite his attractiveness even in his late forties. She found her offensive and wondered how such a French man could marry a sweet French woman, Alain's wife. She found him offensive with his offensive seduction of her. When Alain and his friends took her to the disco, she found him trying to press his cock to her as they danced. Once in the swimming pool, Alain held her hand and press it on his cock. He just laughed while she fled. Practically in tears, she fled from the pool and locked herself in her hotel room. She could not stand it anymore. Quickly removing her bathing suit, she leaned against the wall and surveyed her flushed perspiring body in the mirror. Her small, well-rounded breasts were rising and falling with the urgent rhythm of her panting. Frances brushed her fingertips across them, feeling her nipples turn hard under her own touch. Then she slid her hands down over her soft belly and into the wet nest of her dark pubic hair. The cream was pouring out of her pussy as if it would never stop. Moaning with anticipatory relief, Frances began to stroke her flaming clitoris until she was on the brink of cumming. Then, thrusting her fingers as far into her slick pussy as they would go, Frances gasped with ecstasy as the series of sharp, rapid contractions surged through her at last. It was by far the most intense experience she had ever had with masturbation. This afternoon, after more than five days of bitching around in the Philippines and being constantly nasty with her, Alain offered a peace pipe to her as they finally finalized the details of the business tie-up. Frances likewise noticed a drastic change in Alain when he invited her for a final dinner at his suite in a Makati hotel. The change in Alain disarmed her instantly and the secret admiration which has been covered by his nastiness suddenly returned. And she found herself accepting his invitation. The dinner date was set at 7 p.m. By 5 p.m., Frances went home and had a long bath. She wore her black garter belt and her nylons. For once, she put perfume on the lips of her pussy before she put on her black panty thong. She left note with maids to tell her husband of the dinner date with the French delegation in Makati. Alain met her at the Mandarin lobby. She found her to be a perfect gentleman, the ideal French man she has long since been dreaming of. They took the elevator which quite puzzled her until Alain told her that they will be having an intimate dinner at his suite. Just the two of them. To bury the hatchet as he called it. The door's suite was opened by a waiter and the dinner table greeted them. Soft music played on the background while Frances noticed Alain's bedroom invitingly opened and subdued lightly. They had a quiet dinner and the talk was very friendly which further amazed her. Alain managed to ask her about her husband like if he knows about her dinner with the French delegation. "Yes," said Frances, "but I just left a message since he is not yet home." "You can call him up so that they would not worry about you," Alain said graciously while he ordered the waiter to get the phone. Frances obediently called her husband and the only words that Alain understood were "French delegation", "dinner in Makati" and "late." After the dinner, Alain ordered the waiter to bring the Dom Perignon at the balcony and dismissed him afterwards. Alain helped her and led her to the balcony to view the sight from his suite. They talked and drank quietly with all the remorse suddenly gone. Alain excused himself and took something from his bedroom. By this time, the wine has taken hold of Frances making her warm all over. "Turned around, my cheri," said Alain. "I have a special present for a very special woman." Frances obediently turned around and Alain softly put a diamond necklace on her neck, like a dog collar. Frances gasped. Alain led her inside for her to view herself before the mirror. "I can't take this and what for," she asked. "You must for you are special and I will be insulted," remarked Alain. "How can I ever thank you," said Frances. "You can dance with me for a start," said Alain as the sensuous music, Silhouette played in the background. Alain took her in his arms while Frances put both her hands on his breast. Alain pulled her closer and she yielded herself up readily. The dance was like eternity and Frances seemed to be floating, feeling the closeness of another body. Unconsciously, she put her hands around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. She could feel his straining cock brushing against her belly. Yet, she allowed Alain rubbed to his cock against her crotch. The closeness of her body made Alain harder. Alain's hand slowly traveled from the small of her back to one of the cheeks of her ass but Frances no longer minded. Suddenly, Alain lifted her up and kissed her passionately. Frances yielded her mouth to his probing tongue. Alain carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down and kissed her deeply. Alain removed her clothes leaving only her stocking, garter belt, the diamond dog collar and her wedding ring. Frances gasped when she saw his body. He was the most perfect male specimen she had ever seen. Every part of him, especially his cock, was gorgeous. His beautiful cock stood out proudly pointing to the heavens between his well-muscled legs like a thick sausage. He sat naked on the edge of the bed as Frances stood up before him, watching him gaze lustfully up and down her legs. Alain reached out and ran his hands down the outside of her thigh, his palm gliding along the sheen of the smooth hose. He moved his leg to touch Frances', and the stockings were like a deliciously erotic electric conductor between them, communicating a hot, searing, totally carnal passion. Just having Alain stare at her body and feeling his warm body through the sheer nylons fully aroused Frances. Her juices were flowing, freely lubricating her trembling pussy. "Turn around," he said, and Frances did so, feeling his hands on her legs tracing the contour of the straight seams up from her ankles, over her calves. He lingered a few moments at the backs of her knees, almost ticklish and so tantalizing to her. Then slowly Alain's hand was moving up the backs of her thighs, over the stocking tops and up to the globes of her buttocks. Alain stood and pressed against Frances from behind, his hands running down her thighs, his fingers flat inside the stocking tops as he moaned, his stiff cock pushing against the crease of her rear. Frances' breathing was becoming short and quick and she knew Alain sensed how turned on she was. Slowly, excruciatingly teasing, Alain's hands moved to the insides of Frances' bare thighs and slowly inched their way upward. Alain laid Frances down on the bed and began licking and kissing her all over. His marvelous lips trailed downward over her nakedness, sliding wetly from her neck to her breasts to the flat plane of her belly and finally to her wet, warm pussy. Frances felt his magic tongue enter her dripping pussy and mewed with pleasure. He flicked at her clitoris and at the same time inserted two fingers deep inside her love hole. Again Frances moaned, this time arching her hips off the bed to plaster her pussy against his handsome face. Finally, Alain lowered himself to Frances, his hot stiffness piercing her. Frances' legs were up at the sides of his head as Alain leaned forward, doubling her up, and driving deep into her. She cried her usual plaint, "It's so deep, darling! Ohhhh...Alain!" Her pubic mound was now completely open and her thighs, instead of being spread by his legs, were now up and out of the way, her stockinged calves atop his shoulders, swathing his head in nylon. Her new lover slammed into her with such passion and lust that Frances completely surrendered herself in carnal abandon. The same surrender she will always give to her lovers. And now to Alain. Frances could not move her hips in that position, but she flexed her thighs and occasionally lowered her feet to his back, locking Alain in a sensual possessive embrace with her stockinged legs, pulling him closer, tighter and deeper into her womanhood. Her new lover drove into her like a madman, his thrusts more exciting and deeper than ever before, and he worked like an engine, pounding into her as he stoked the fires of erotic pleasure in her. To Frances, it was ecstasy, and she clawed, grasped, pulled at him, rocking wildly and possessing him with her entwined legs. As with all her affairs, it was one of the most intense, wildest lovemaking Frances' ever experienced, and as she tensed and rippled with another orgasm, Alain moaned and lurched and came with such force that Frances thought he was going to drive her right through the bed. Alain grounded his cock into her pussy, exploding in ecstasy, his hot stickiness erupting deep inside her. Alain kept driving into her for two or three more strokes, firing Frances' wetness. As Alain eased and slowed, Frances climaxed again, not exploding wildly this time but spilling over the edge into scintillating ecstasy. Warmth flowed through her, calming and satiating. Her body ached yet was fulfilled and thrilled at the same time. Her new lover released her thighs and Frances brought her legs back down, still tightly gripping his hotness within the soft folds of her brimming passion. Alain and Frances breathed silently for a long time, their perspiration on their exhausted skins, tired and happy and alive with tingling erotic and illicit love. Frances raised her stockinged leg a few times to let it brush Alain's side and he moaned in delight, kissing Frances' damp neck, licking her skin, whispering words of pleasure and love in her ear. Flooded with warmth and love toward her new lover, Frances wanted to please in turn. Eagerly, she leaned over him and wrapped one hand around his semi-limp cock. Frances stuffed as much of it was possible into her mouth as Alain's cock got rock-hard inside her mouth. Sucking her husband had always been more of a chore than anything else, but she found herself eagerly fellating her new lover, gobbling Alain's cock as if it were a thick juicy hunk of meat. She took her balls in her mouth, licked them and very gently and with all the tenderness she had ever felt sucked on them for a long time. Frances felt a tremor rushed through Alain's body, she lifted her head from his balls to his pulsating cock and took it into her mouth, feeling the warm gushing come of Alain pour softly down her throat. For a time, Frances laid her head on Alain's crotch with her lips tenderly and lovingly touching his cock as they rested. Alain kept on muttering his love for her which made Frances kissed his cock lovingly every time she heard him mentioned the word "love" to her. Slowly, Alain's cock got hard again by her constant tender kissing and licking. A few minutes later, Frances was on her hands and knees on the bed, moans of joy bursting from her throat as Alain mounted her from behind and rammed his cock again into her. She thrust her ass back to greet his pumping penis and begged for more, her fingernails clawing the bed sheet as she wallowed in pure ecstasy and passion. After what seemed like eternity Alain stopped, flipped her over onto her back, put her stockinged legs on his shoulders, and reentered her, his mighty cock slamming all the way inside her slushy pussy. "Oh, it's so deep! It's so good, Alain! My lover, you're so good! I want you, please, I want you honey", she cried as she kept shaking her head from side to side. She felt as if his cock had driven up to her chest. But she just kept on coming and coming bathing his cock with her hot come. But Alain just continued to fuck Frances furiously, ramming his beautiful monster into her again and again. Until finally they came at the same time, moaning and groaning as their hot, wet genitals slammed together to trigger bone-jarring orgasms for them both. She left his suite an hour before one in the morning after a long loving embrace. They pledged to be lovers with the necklace as a symbol of her surrender to Alain and Alain's possession of her. By the time she reached home, her husband was already asleep. She went to bed feeling happily warmly and wetly feeling the stickiness of her new lover's cum in her pussy and in her mouth. Alain left the next day. But Frances knew that he would be back in the Philippines or she will be back in France to meet her new lover. * * * Frances & Bert Frances started going back to her slimnastics at the Hotel Nikko in Makati a week after her affair with Jeb. She started her regime every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 6 to 7 p.m. except sometimes when she work-out until 8 p.m. She and her husband made love at least twice a week because of her busy schedule. Nevertheless, Frances felt good despite the few times that she and her husband made love. The thought of Jeb and his black cock inside her pussy was enough to make her come every time it loomed in her mind. The times that she made love with her husband, it was always Jeb and his cock that filled her mind during all those times. It was also Jeb and his cock that made her reach orgasm. It was one of those workouts that Frances met Bert, a middle-aged banking executive, married. His male ego has been particularly hurt when one time he caught his wife dating another executive. From that time on they sort of declared an unsaid open marriage. Yet from time to time, they still made violent love with each other satisfied with the knowledge that they share their bodies with their respective lovers. But it depressed him and the gym was release. A lot of women in the office were after his cock but his male ego was pierced. Despite his age, Frances found him physically attractive and charming as well. In the gym, Frances usually had a hard time with the Nautilus and it was by chance that Bert who was doing his bench press came to her rescue. Bert had long since been attracted to Frances. Her bulging mound usually made him hard and made him masturbate violently in the bath room of the gym. He had never experienced this kind of lust. Until now. Until Frances. There were other attractive men in the gym who really flaunted their bulging cocks but Frances noticed Bert more probably because of his stature but more so because of his bulge when he does his bench press in front of her. "I'm Bert. Can I help you?" "Please, do.", she said. "You do it this way with your legs open," he said as he aggressively held her thighs. Bert looked into her eyes while doing so and his eyes drifted down to her mound. Frances saw him and it made her conscious. After a few minutes, she gave up and thanked Bert and left for the showers. "What's your name?" Bert asked. "Frances" as she hurried to the showers. In the men's showers, Frances' mound remained on Bert's mind and he found himself masturbating violently. "Frances...Frances...Frances...."he groaned softly as globs of his come spurted like lava. The workouts gave them time to know each other. However, their talk was more confined to the workouts, the equipments and sometimes their personal lives. She got to know about his marriage and family and so did he. Bert no longer did his bench press near Frances for it always gave him a hard-on. There were times that Frances caught him sneaking a look at her bulging mound. There were times too that Bert caught her sneaking a look at him especially at his bulge. Yet, despite the distance, Bert never managed to completely control his hard-on. Bert shyly tried inviting her to dinner after the workouts. However, Frances always politely refused for more than two months. His already hurt male ego further bled. Unconsciously, Frances found herself changing into a more revealing white leotard highly cut on the thighs and further emphasizing her mound. Her new outfit emphasized her divine ass for it exposed completely her ass with the thin strip of her leotards safely hidden in her crack. She also discarded her leggings. Bert likewise noticed the change but he managed to praise her on her improving sexiness. She no longer got conscious with Bert's intent gaze on her body especially her mound every time he helped her with the Nautilus. Nor did she mind that casual hold of Bert on her body during those times. In fact, she seemed to be revealing more of her body to Bert. After the workouts, Frances religiously went to the women's sauna opposite the men's. At the same time that she started wearing a more revealing leotard, she likewise started stripping herself off her towel in the sauna bath. Bert on the other did likewise. But oftentimes, he had to cover his rock-hard cock for the image of Frances kept entering his mind. There were times that Frances managed to see Bert naked in the men' s …………………….kept entering her mind especially that night when his husband kept muttering for her to think of her lover while they made torrid love. Frances did just that. The thought of Bert's cock made her come all over his husband cock that night. March 1991 It was one Wednesday when they both came in late, 7:30 p.m. and except for the two of them, nobody was in the gym except for the front desk personnel. They only exchanged "Hi" and nothing more. For some weeks now, Frances noticed Bert's distance although the friendliness was still there. Bert tried to avoid her because of her constant turn-down of his invitations. He was giving up. By 8:15 p.m. Bert headed for the locker room and the men's sauna. Frances followed suit but the women's sauna was locked. The same was true for the men's and women's Jacuzzi for they were being maintained. Only the men's sauna was opened --- for Bert. For he had some influence with the management. Frances thought that she did not drive to Makati and not be able to use the sauna and the Jacuzzi. The woman at the front desk told her that it was only the men's sauna which have been opened specially for Bert. She told her that she could use it if Bert would permit it. The receptionist went to the men's sauna and asked Bert. She came back and said that Frances can on the condition that she for once accept his dinner and Jacuzzi invitation at his place at the Twin Towers. She pondered the condition for quite a time until she said, "Okay." Frances went to the sauna with only a towel wrapped around her naked body. When she entered the sauna, he saw the outline of Bert's almost naked body lying on the seat. But she could clearly see his rock-hard cock which has raised the towel covering it. Bert on the other hand could see a foggy image of Frances. They did not exchange any word, feeling only the electricity between them. They both left the men's sauna at a quarter to nine and agreed to meet at the lobby. Bert suggested that she could use the Jacuzzi at his place since he told her that he knew it was part of her ritual at the gym. "It seems you have been spying on me," Frances said. "No, it's just that I can't help but notice you," he said. Bert suggested that they ride on his car and that he'll take her back for her car after dinner at his place. They had a quick cold dinner with red wine. Afterwards, Bert said that they go to the Jacuzzi as part of their deal. Frances tried to resist but Bert insisted that a deal's a deal. Frances changed into her revealing leotard and hurriedly entered the Jacuzzi on the balcony of his place overlooking the Makati skyline. Frances saw Bert ogling her body hungrily. In a short while, Bert came in wearing a skimpy trunk which outlined his semi-erect cock. The sight made Frances blushed. The thought of sharing a Jacuzzi with another man, almost naked, started to arouse something in her. The warm water in the Jacuzzi made her leotard cling to her body revealing her dark nipples and pubis to Bert. They continued drinking their red wine in the Jacuzzi as they engaged in trivial talk. From time to time, Frances noticed Bert's eyes hovering on her nipples which were outlined on her revealing leotard. Frances legs were stretched over the Jacuzzi. Try as much as he did, Bert failed to hide his now fully erect cock trying to free itself from his skimpy trunk from Frances' eyes. In the water, Frances closed her eyes as the red wine took its hold on her. She continued to talk to Bert with her eyes closed while Bert gingerly tried to avoid getting his legs entangled with Frances'. The contact was not unavoidable nor did Frances budge an inch from her dream-like watery state. The contact worsened Bert's hard-on. Frances shifted one her stretched legs and accidentally brushed Bert's hard on. Bert this time could no longer take it. He placed his foot on Frances' inner thigh rubbing it slowly, seductively and dreamily. To his amazement, Frances did not remove it but parted her legs wider to allow her violating foot. Until finally, Bert placed his entire foot on her pussy. Bert heard Frances gasped expecting a slap from her which never came. He started rubbing her pussy with his toe and Frances opened her legs wider allowing his foot to violate her womanhood. Bert felt Frances foot on his cock, rubbing it hard. Bert continued rubbing his toe on Frances' cunt until she gave out a low, soft moan: "Oh, Bert. Please don't. I'm married. Pleaseee....No..." Bert did not know what she meant. Rather, he kissed her passionately forcing his tongue into her. Frances pushed Bert away and cried, "No. I should not be doing this. We should not be doing this. It's all wrong Bert." Bert pulled her back to him and wrapped her around with his arms. "I have always wanted you. You have always wanted me. We have always wanted each other, don't we?" Bert said softly as he looked in her eyes and one of his hands kept kneading one of her nipples. "Yes...yes..darling...ohhhh," Frances said weakly. Bert crushed her mouth with his. She yielded to him willingly letting his tongue probe her mouth. Until she likewise met his tongue with her tongue. Bert covered her with his body and Frances hands gripped his buttocks pulling his cock to her body. They embraced wrapped each others body in a very tight embrace. Bert's one hand started peeling off her leotards until Frances was completely naked and vulnerable. Her hand likewise grasped at his cock tearing off his skimpy trunk freeing his now raging cock. "You have been driving me crazy for a long, long time!" he hissed at her as he continued to ravished her with her lips and tongue. "I must have you! I must own you, Frances!" "No, no, no....." she kept on saying yet she languished in the steamy whirlpool with Bert. Frances sat on Bert's lap enjoying the feel of his hard cock against her rump. He brought his large hands around to cup her breasts and pressed her nipples between his fingers. After about five minutes of exquisite sucking and slurping, Bert lifted her naked out of the Jacuzzi and over the threshold of his bedroom, their bedroom. "I should have you. Now." Bert said. Frances laid her head on his breast as she kept moaning, "No, no, no......please, no..." Bert laid her on the bed and he hastily pushed his face between her soft, wet thighs. Frances was flat on her back on his king-size bed, her legs vulnerably and invitingly stretched wide apart by his massive hands. Bert started licking her almost at her asshole; pressing deep into her vagina until he inched his way slowly up to her clitoris. He pushed the pink nub free of its fold and sucked her womanhood into his mouth. "Yes, yes. Take me Bert. Yes....." she cried. There was so much love juices running out of Frances that she could feel herself blush as the juice trickled uncontrollably along the crack between her cheeks. Bert was delighted with her wetness. Bert used her creamy mixture and his saliva to lubricate his fingers and open her anus. Frances held the top of his head and rubbed her throbbing pussy over his face. Wantonness overwhelmed Frances and she moved like a machine created solely to be opened, penetrated and possessed by Bert alone. Her writhing body crashed against the bed and her head approached the end of the mattress. Soon Frances was dangling toward the floor, ribs stretched and breasts uplifted, while her new lover greedily possessed her juicy pink flesh. "You are now mine! Mine!" he declared. "Yes, Bert, yes! I'm all yours! Take me!" she whined. Her cunt, her ass and her breasts all seemed to be ejaculating at once. The ooze inside her was much more powerful than the shell of a body that contained it and Frances exploded with volcanic eruptions. Frances was about to get up when Bert started sucking her nipples. He held her wrists together over her head in one of his massive hands and her body, that moments before had felt totally fatigue, began to respond to his attention. Frances passed from the point of total exhaustion into the state of insatiable lust, where the act of sex engenders a desire for more sex, the luscious feeling of illicit sex. Frances' new lover extended her arms even more so that her body stretched under him. "I want you to be mine, too," she demanded. "Yes, I'm yours. Always. Your lover," Bert hissed. "Possess me now, my lover. Bert, own me...Take me...Violate me....I'm yours...All yours, my love, my lover...." she moaned. Bert spread her thighs and drove his cock into her hot, moist center; her swollen clitoris rubbed against his pubis. Bert's thrusts became wilder and more forceful and each plunge increased the hotness of her cunt. With each thrust, Frances could only moan, "Oh, oh, oh, so gooood, Bert...oh, oh, oh, darling you're so goooood, so biiig...." "Give it to me, honey...give it to me!" demanded Bert as he pumped her furiously, faster, hard. "I'm yours.....yours....yours alone and to share," she moaned until finally she fed his cock with her love juices. He raised his hips in a steady rhythm, moving along with her contractions, so that they were grinding against each other. As the two lovers moaned in illicit ecstasy, he pulled out his throbbing triumphant and conquering cock, glistening with her love juices. "Possess me too, honey," Bert ordered. And Frances lovingly wrapped his glistening and proud cock with her craving mouth possessing it, swallowing it and sucking on it hungrily. "This is mine now....mine. Give it to me my lover," Frances cried. "Yes, it's yours. Yours alone," he said to her. With that Frances sucked his cock furiously but lovingly, faster. She felt him stiffen and tensed, and she knew that she was going to possess him, that he will give himself to her, be her lover. "I'm now yours, darling....Ohhhh!" he shouted. And with that he fed her hungry mouth with his hot come. Exhausted, the two lovers fell into an illicit tight embrace. Bert and Frances savored their new found illicit love as they clung tightly to each other, whispering sweet endearments to each other. "You are now mine. My woman." Bert whispered. "Yes my Bert. Yes my darling. I'm now all yours to possess anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. Whenever you want to. I am your woman. Yours to possess freely," Frances promised him sweetly as she passionately kissed Bert on the lips and planted a long lingering kiss on his semi-hard cock. Bert pulled her down and likewise gave her a long, lingering kiss on her cunt which made her come once more. "I love you. I love you...." said Bert as he kept on licking and kissing her pussy tenderly. "I'm yours. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. Always," Bert likewise pledged. "Until next Wednesday, my love," said Bert while giving her a key to their love nest. "No. Tomorrow," she said. "Promise me, darling, that tonight your pussy, your body, your passion are mine alone," begged Bert. "Yes, my love. There will be no other cock, no other man tonight, not even my dear husband. Only you, my love, only you!" promised Frances. That night she turned down her husband saying she was worn out. * * * The Next Day They did not meet at the gym but rather met each other at their love nest at about 6:30 p.m. They kissed hungrily and passionately as if making up for lost time. After a while, Bert told her about his hard day. Frances wanted very much to kiss her new lover when Bert stopped her before she had advanced farther than three steps. "Have you ever done this before? With anyone in the world?" Bert demanded sternly. "Of course not," Frances lied, lying about Jeb and Alain, her face rosy with daring. "That's what I thought, that's what I knew you'd say," he told her, unbuttoning her shirt and leading her back into their bedroom, where the open bed waited for her. Bert pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled down her panty. She wore a garter belt and stockings and between the top of her pants and the lower edge of her garter belt her black perfumed pubic tangle was framed. Bert bent down toward it, stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly between those delicately closed scented lips. Frances screamed. "Shut up, Frances," Bert whispered, and licked her again, deeper this time, so that the lips parted and his tongue met wetness. Ruthlessly his tongue dragged back and forth, traveling over her clitoris. Every time it made its trip, Frances' legs spread as wide as the pants around her knees would permit, her back arched, her mouth opened, she breathed shallowly, concentrated entirely on the voyage of his tongue, knowing, in a delirium of passion, that nothing in the world could make her lover stop. No one. Not even if they get caught in the act by her husband or by his wife. Frances lifted her hips off the bed to offer herself more easily to her lover, she pushed her scented pussy into his face and rubbed it around in a circle, but he would not allow that. Bert was in charge, he was the boss, and he held her immobile between his elbows, withdrawing his tongue until she whimpered, until she pleaded, until she begged for it, begged out loud. "Bert, I want you, I need you. Pleaseee.....my love, please..." she begged. Then he plunged his tongue as deeply into her as it could go, up to the root, in and out, flicking her clitoris every time and when she screamed and screamed he kept going until she was quiet at last. "Do you belong to me?" Bert demanded. "I belong to you." "You have to, don't you, always? Nothing can change that, can it?" "Never. Nothing. No one. Not even my husband." "Feel me," he commanded. Frances put her hand on his cock. It was as hard as it had been when he had first undressed. "Now I want to come in your mouth," he declared. "Yes," Frances said. "Yes. Oh, yes." And she lovingly swallowed her lover's cock, sucking, licking it tenderly, lovingly and until he came in her mouth. Bert took a warm bath afterwards while Frances waited for her lover in their bed. He came out ………………out on his stomach. Frances' fingers were strong as they dug into his neck, bit by bit they moved over his shoulders and down onto his back. Slowly the muscles loosened under her hand. Bert rolled over on his side with his cock pushing out of the towel. Frances saw his pulsating cock and lovingly took it in her hand. At her touch, his cock came to full stand, throbbing wildly. Holding her lover's cock in one hand, Frances gently stroked his balls with the other, and then slowly began to move her hand up and down. "You have a beautiful cock, my dear lover. It's so beautiful. I love it." she said, fascinated by the giant strength of him. Lovingly and tenderly, she bent toward his cock again, her hungry mouth opening slowly. Frances swallowed as much of Bert's cock as she could hold. When the head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth, Bert pulled back slowly until her lips were caressing the rim again. Seeing Frances mouth and face on his cock made Bert's erection so gigantic that Frances could only take in a fraction of it. Bert sank his fingers into her hair and turned her face up to him. "I want to fuck you, honey" he said. "Yes, yes, darling." Frances got to her feet and began to undress. Her breasts tumbled free from her brassiere and she pulled off her garter, revealing her lush, full hips and the black perfumed triangle beneath her belly. Bert pulled her down on the bed and began to roll over on her. "No," Frances said quickly. "You relax my sweet lover. Let me do it for you." Frances & Bert Bert fell back and Frances got to her knees over him. Holding his cock in one hand, her other hand balancing herself against his chest, Frances lowered herself on to him slowly, guiding him into her, possessing his cock. Impatiently he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her toward him. The air spilled from her lungs in a gasp. "God! You fill me up like no other man, darling!" Slowly at first, then more rapidly, Frances began to grind herself against him. Bert's hands reached up and he squeezed her breasts and pulled them toward his face. Bert took her nipples greedily in his mouth and sucked until they were red and swollen with lust. Frances pulled back from him and reached down behind her back until she found his testicles with her hand. They were hard and tightly knotted at the base of his cock. Frances felt her orgasm approaching and began to shudder as they wracked her body. She felt his testicles swell in her fingers and begin their discharge. His lover's fiery sperm began to sear her loins like lava. "Bert! Bert!" she cried, falling against him in the throes of their mutual orgasm. Frances clung to him desperately and passionately until she stopped the aching shudder. Slowly she felt him relax inside her hot pussy, savoring Bert's cock inside her womanhood. * * * May 1991 They kept on meeting this way. After a month, Bert got for themselves two Easy Call machines to send each other their secret and illicit love calls. Everytime, Frances was in the Makati area, she called him up waiting for him hungrily and longingly for Bert, her lover. Naked always. Always ready for him. She dictated the time rather than Bert. Even during those periods when they could not make love to each other, Frances would still dropped by in their love nest to suck him off, suck him dry so that nothing would be left to his wife, to any other woman. * * * June 1991 However, more than anything else, Frances wanted to please Bert, her lover. When they lay in the exhausted euphoria of his ejaculations and her love juices from their illicit love, she felt his restlessness. Bert move Frances onto her belly and began to stroke her thighs and ass. His hand traced a tickling and electric circuit along her skin, and then delved between her cheeks, stroking and probing ever so slightly. Each time his finger flicked across her anus, Frances would shiver and her muscles would contract as if she were a clam shutting on an unknown intruder. After a dozen of illicit meetings and lovemaking, Frances could still feel her lover's pulse racing and hear his heavy breathing. Frances knew that Bert wanted something more. Then one illicit night, about three months since they started their affair, Frances and Bert were making love and nearing climax. Just when her vagina was about to clamp his cock possessively in orgasmic spasms, Bert reached a hand beneath her buttocks, slipping a finger up her anus, like what her husband did from time to time. The feel of her lover's finger there had the stinging effect of shifting her orgasmic rush like a train that has suddenly been rerouted far different from that of her husband. Frances was so hot with the vibrations of Bert's cock inside her that she could not resist his probe. Bert pressed firmly against her hole as he reeled into her with his rock-hard cock, sending her down over the tip of his hand. Although Frances did not really know what was happening, she felt an intense flush of pleasure where his lover's finger eased through her puckered virgin hole to the soft, warm cavern within. Bert knew what he was doing, thrusting her downward with the force of his cock onto his stiff finger driving upward like a nail into her soft flesh. Frances moaned and cried out in a mixture of panic and pleasure the ecstasy his double fuck produced in her. Frances' only answer to his loving gaze was a wild flood of endearment like she had never let loose before. Not even to her husband. Not even to Alain. Not even to Jeb. Her fingers clenched tightly into his muscular shoulders, feeling their flexing rhythm as he entered and pounded her. "Oh, yes darling, my love, my lover, give it to me harder. Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your cock," Frances called out to Bert, finally subsiding into trembling sighs as he released his sperm into his pussy and drove his finger one last inch into her asshole. Frances' climax came with his twin strokes, shaking her whole body in a convulsion of the desire Bert her lover always awakened in her. Bert held Frances in his arms until she quieted and she heard his own quiet breath. Frances knew she was getting closer to giving him the last and final piece of her womanhood --- her anus. The last piece, which she has never given totally to any man. Not even to her husband. She also felt that she could only give it to Bert alone anytime that he wanted to. Each time they made illicit love, Bert carried Frances further, knowing the moment she was ready for her lover, and seizing that moment as he seized her ripe buttocks in his powerful grasp. Bert drove through her cleft and tapped teasingly at her anus with those knowing and now familiar fingers of his. Bert knew she had begun to want him there. He also knew that she owned her and that he could do anything he wants with her. Bert wasted no time pushing one, then two fingers through her anus, careful to lubricate his entry with their natural love juices. Pressing his mouth to her Bert squeezed and circled her breasts with his free hand, keeping all her sex centers peaked as he probed deeper and deeper inside her. Bert’s timing was perfect. Frances never discovered the erotic possibilities of anal fucking with any other man, not even with her husband and with her other lovers. But with Bert, Frances quickly learned to let go of her fears and give herself up freely to him. For she wanted to be own by him. In fact, by coupling the rush of his hard-driving penis in her vagina with his finger probing deep in her to have his cock there long before he gave her that pleasure. After three illicit trysts and lovemaking of stirring up her libido with his fingers, Frances was having constant fantasies of Bert entering her from behind, not with his finger but with his cock spreading her cheeks apart, splitting her open. Two weeks after the first stroke of his fingers lightly across her anus, Bert took her the final step of completely owning and possessing her. They showered together early in the evening, washing away the strains of the day, soaping each other up and down with loving anticipation of another illicit night, no matter how short. From the bathroom, Frances approached Bert lying naked on their love bed. A full-length silk gown, virginal white that Bert bought for her, outlined the curves of her heavenly body. The body that Bert has wrested from her husband secretly; her body which he continues to possess and violate for some months now. Her nipples, brown and stiff, were just visible through the fine silk as was her enticing cunt which Bert has kissed, sucked, and penetrated dozens of times. Without taking his eyes off her, Bert handed her a glass of wine. Frances sat beside Bert on their love bed, sipping wine, stroking his arms and meeting his enraptured gaze. Slowly, Bert began to caress her shoulders and kiss along her flawless flesh, tracing the path of his fingertips. Frances gradually relaxed under his now very familiar delicate foreplay. "I think I love you Bert," Frances whispered. "As I said the first time that we became lovers, I am yours. Yours to possess, to do anything you want. Anytime, anyplace and anywhere. I want you to always be happy." Frances words tingled the nerve endings throughout Bert's body. When Frances eased down into Bert's cocooning embrace and their lips met, they experienced the purest of bliss that they ever experienced and felt. Soon Bert was crouched over Frances, caressing her legs through the sheer silk. Bert trailed his fingers around her pubis until they both ached for him to touch her there. As Bert moved his hands up to circle her breasts, he bent down and kissed her labia through the silk. Bert kept his lips on her perfumed pussy while his fingertips toyed with her nipples and until her moans became deep exhalations of raw desire and her writhing had shifted the gown off her body. By now Bert's cock, ramrod-hard and wet, ached badly for Frances. She likewise ached for his cock to enter her anywhere as long as it was Bert's cock. "Roll over," Bert whispered, kissing away her hesitation and helping her. Bert rubbed her way down her back and finally fondled her lush, round cheeks of her ass. Bert moved on top of Frances and started kissing her neck and shoulders while his cock throbbed tenderly against the satiny warmth of her buttocks. A slight shift and Bert's cock nestled between her hot mounds, and Frances uttered a muffled moan when it nudged her virgin anus. "Does he fuck you in the ass?" Bert whispered down to Frances' ears. "No, he doesn’t, darling," Frances answered, her voice almost inaudible. A tremulous sigh escaped Frances lips when he started moving a finger up and down the crack of her ass. "Why not?", Bert asked. "Because I'm yours," she whispered. "Would you let him?" "No." "Would you like your lover's big, hot cock deep inside your pretty ass?" "I-I don't know," Frances whined, her pussy wincing in Bert's hand. "It's too big. It-it might not fit back there." "Sure it would," Bert said. "I'm sure you dream about getting fucked in the ass. You'd love to have your pretty little asshole stretched wide by my fat, juicy cock. Tell me you'd love to get it in the ass, Frances." "Yes, but you're so big, darling!" she moaned. "Don't you belong to me?" asked Bert. "I'm yours. You own me," cooed Frances. "Then I want it," he said sternly as he pushed his finger deeper inside her asshole. "Yes! yes, yes my love. Take it, darling," Frances cried out. "I-I feel I am ready to give myself to you totally. I-I feel I want to be one with you with your cock inside my anus," whispered Frances. He ordered Frances to bend and go down on her knees. Cock in hand, Bert savored the sight of Frances bent over before him. Bert positioned his wet, engorged penis at her buttocks ready to penetrate, possess her totally and to claim what he felt was his. All her juices were welling up inside her like a fountain about to gush. Bert's penis roved across her pink buttocks with an urgency she could not resist any longer. Frances was quivering and yearning toward his fingers while her backside arched toward his roaming cock, trying to nudge him closer, still a little certain of what was to come. He could not hold back any longer, seeing how hot Frances was for him, feeling his own cock burning for a dip in the coolness of her well. "Darling, I'm ready to give my all to you, now", Frances crooned. With her lovely face buried in the pillow and her sexy ass so vulnerably yielding to him, so ready and aching for him. Bert knew that Frances was going to give him what was his, what he wanted. He knew she wanted him to be happy. Bert too wanted Frances to want it as much as he did. Churning up her frenzy slowly like a French sauce over a low flame, Bert began to add the spices. One hand reached around and wrapped her buttocks in a firm hold as he alternated between the dance of his fingers at her clitoris and the concentric circles of his other hand closing in on the bull's eye of her dark, innocent hole. Bert kissed his way down her back, following the narrow valley of her spine through the soft silk. In spite of herself, Frances began to writhe upward as her cheeks spread apart, aching for his cock to possess her virgin hole until she felt him, slick and hot, pushing gently but firmly into the soft nugget of her untouched flesh. "My love, you're the first...the only one....", Frances moaned tenderly and lustily. "Because your mine, my love," Bert grunted. "Yes, I'm all yours," she cried back. Bert climbed on top of her while she moaned softly beneath him, feeling his full weight bear down, unable to see his hulking body. He hovered then dropped down, his cock extended up to the source, pushing against her other hole, keeping her in a fever pitch. His juice-slicked fingers strummed his clitoris like a messenger from the gods ringing the doorbell to the temple of her female flesh. His kisses rained down on her ears. His fingers pumped a steady rhythm in her cunt as he slipped his cock inch by inch through the first spasms of pleasure-pain at her pulsing hole. "You're the first, darling, and the only man. Ohhhhhh.....my lover! I love you! You’re the only one...." she cried. Frances held herself as still as she could while Bert worked his way into the depth of her exposed ass. Frances was so wet that when Bert penetrated her, his cock slid in easily and smoothly, and within seconds he was stroking rhythmically in and out of her cunt, relishing the tightness of that inexperienced love hole. Frances mewed with pleasure, her head moving side to side as Bert continued to pump her from behind. Bert felt the flickering of desire turn into a sudden, wanton yielding. Now Bert filled her from behind, pounding into her. Frances bucked against him, straining toward and fighting against the new sensations shooting through her. Frances gasped as he took the last vestige of her womanhood in slow jabs that churned her tight canal into a creamy, silky lushness. In and out, his cock ravaged and took possession of her anus sending him further until he succeeded in penetrating her very essence. He grasped at her head in one cupped hand and pulled her back as though he were reining in a horse. This drove her absolutely wild, being violated and pummeled on to higher and higher ecstasies while he deliberately held her in check. "Ohhhh, honey! You're so gooood to me. Take me. Ohhhh..." Frances cried to him. "You are completely mine now, my darling!" he said triumphantly. "Ohhhhhh...Yes, I am now yours completely. Nobody can take me away from you, my love, ohhhhhh", she moaned. Following his beat with her own pulsing need, Frances arched back to receive him, urged on by his cries of pleasure. She knew his orgasm was coming to complete his possession of her. Frances felt his seed building like a fist slowly closing on itself, and braced herself for the climactic blow just as his come spurted out in a hot gush that seared right through her. Frances came in a delicious double climax, awash with sex juices from her twin holes, fused into one as the molten lava of her lover's sperm permeated her anus. They lay in the luxurious afterglow of their illicit love affair, stroking and petting each other tenderly for completely giving up herself, her entire womanhood to her lover. The Day After At a quarter to three the next day, Bert's office phone rang, and when his secretary gave it to him, a sultry voice whispered, "Bert, I just want you to know that I'm in our bed waiting for you. I took a half day from work because I couldn’t concentrate while thinking about us last night....about how good your cock still feels inside my cunt and my asshole. Bert, please hurry...I need you badly." Bert got a hard-on at once for he knew Frances needed him very badly. When he got to their love nest in ten minutes, he found the door hall closed. He slowly pushed it open and saw that Frances was naked and kneeling on the bed. Frances cried out, "Bert, I can't wait any longer. I need your cock. Please, Bert, put it in my ass. Pleaseeeee darling!" With that she reached back and slowly pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing what he now possessed exclusively --- her anus. Bert immediately undressed and got behind Frances. He put a finger into her ass crack and spread some lubricant on the head of his big and mighty cock. Frances was moaning, begging Bert for his cock. Bert put his cock on her anus and began to enter her. When the head of his cock entered her ass, Bert had to use every bit of his will power to keep from coming immediately. "Ohhhhhh, Bert! It feels so goooood! Put it all inside me!" Frances moaned. Bert slowly slid the rest of his throbbing cock into his lover's tight asshole. Frances' asshole hungrily clamped around his cock tightly, not wanting to let go of it. "Ohhhhh, God! Bert you're so goooood to me," she cried lustily as Bert put it all inside her. Bert looked down at Frances, the woman he had for a long time desired, her long, deep ass crack grasping his cock tightly and possessively. And Bert found himself pouring out all his semen inside her. He could only hear himself groan out loud not hearing Frances calling out to him, "More, more, more...." From then on, their illicit love affair always included anal penetration. They could not get enough of each other. For Frances it was her sort of declaration of totally giving herself up to Bert, giving him full control of her body, her womanhood. To Bert, the ritual was a constant reaffirmation of claiming what was his and his alone. Sometimes they would start in the missionary position until they were both raw and juicy and then switch gears to her backside. Frances always felt like a new woman as soon as he mounted her, as if she had not already worn herself out taking him in front. And he surged into her with that special excitement to which taking her in the ass brought him. Sometimes Bert could not wait for his special possession. All he ever had to do was stroke her rounded flesh and say, "Honey, it's time again," and she knew what her lover man wanted. It had become her pleasure too to give everything what her lover wanted and Frances never hesitated to give it to Bert, especially knowing how worked up he could get making love to her in this way. To Frances he was like a superman who could go on forever fucking her while she squirmed beneath him. Frances discovered she could really get into a submissive role with Bert behind her. Not being able to see him when he was owning her there heigthened her feeling of not being able to resist, of not wanting to resist but to offer her whole womanhood, no matter what he did to her. Frances found herself on her knees by the side of the bed, her hands tied behind her back with one of his silk ties, another tie serving as a blindfold. Bound as she was, clad only in a white bra and panties, Frances was a glorious sight to behold --- beautifully vulnerable. "Darling, I feel so helpless," she whispered to her lover. "I'm scared." And excited?" he asked. "Yes," she murmured. "Very." "Would you like to suck my cock?" "Yes, please. Put it in my mouth." He put his cock into her mouth and Frances sucked it greedily. After a while, he pulled his cock out of her mouthh and helped her to her feet. After removing the blindfold, he reached down and cupped her pantied crotch which was already sopping wet. She was glowing with desire. After ordering her to remove her bra and panty, he put her on the bed and tied her spread-eagled to the bedposts with his necties. "Do you want to get fucked?" he asked her. "Yes, do it to me, please," Frances whimpered. "I want your cock now." He made her begged for it again and again, knowing full well that Frances was loving every seconnd of it. Finally, he slid his throbbing cock deep inside her pulsating softness. Arching her hips off the mattress, she moaned loudly and then fell to chanting, "Possess me. Fuck me. Possess me....." He whipped his erection in and out of her hot, clasping pussy as she lay bound and helpless, able only to absorb the rigorous pounding of her pussy. Frances felt him stiffening and cried out, "Please, don't come inside. Please." With her plea, he pulled out his cock and sent great globs of come spurting into her open hungry mouth and face. Frances licked his lover's come hungrily and greedily. After a while, he thrust his limping cock into her mouth while Frances licked his come until nothing came out from his now limp cock. After a while, he freed her. Frances & Bert "I have to go home now, darling," she said. With that she dressed up and planted a soulful kiss on his cock. He pulled her by the hair and ordered her, "Don't make love to your husband tonight! Let my come linger in your mouth! Promise me!" "Yes." And he put his stiffening cock into her mouth Frances & Bobby June 1990 That Saturday morning, she started her regular weekend swim at the Country Club with her kids. It was on such a Saturday that she met Bobby again after long a time. The first time they met was when he sold her insurance. Bobby was still a bachelor, five years younger that her. Bobby was so attracted to her despite knowing that she was already married. She too had been attracted to her but it was different time then until this year. They had at least two dinner dates before this year where he asked her to have an affair with him. They were already in the motel room, when she pushed him away saying that it was all wrong. From then on they never had any contact except when the insurance premium came. The fire in Bobby was stoked anew when he saw Frances in a very revealing swimsuit. The sight of Bobby in his skimpy trunk also stoked the flame in Frances which she tried to put out then. Her affair with Bert remained intense as ever. But she also felt contented with the thought of already having a lover in Bert. Bobby continued to nag Frances for almost a month for her to have an affair with him. "Why? Is it enough for you to share me with another man?" Frances asked irritatingly. "Why not just as long I can also have you. You know that I love you," Bobby replied. "But it's all wrong. I'm married," she said. "What is essential is what we feel for each other. I love you and I want to be your lover," he said. "But..." Frances started to say when Bobby asked, "Do you already have a lover?" "N-no...," she said hesitatingly. And Bobby then knew that she was having an affair. "Then why can't you take me too as your other lover? I love you!" Bobby pleadingly asked and held her hand. "We have to go," as she stood up and called the kids. July 1990 Four weeks passed by until one weekend when Frances went swimming alone. She and Bobby carried on their small talk and he tried not to bring out their personal conversation. At 9 a.m., Frances came out of the pool. "I have to go," she said to Bobby. "I'm going to. Can I at least invite you for a brunch at my new townhouse?" asked Bobby. "I'm sorry I have to go," Frances said. "Please..." "Well, okay." She followed Bobby in her car towards his brand new townhouse. After brunch, Frances asked if she could inspect it. The last place that she looked into was her bedroom. At the door, Bert suddenly held Frances' shoulder and turned her around. "I love you," Bobby said and kissed her on the lips. "Bobby....no!" Frances tried to push him away but Bobby was persistent. He forced his tongue into her resisting mouth until Frances started to yield herself to him. Bobby let his lips trail around her neck. "Bobby. . . .no. . . .no.." she moaned while clinging tightly to him. "Let yourself go, Frances darling. You know that I desire you," he whispered. "Bobby, please no..." moaned Frances as Bobby's hands kept caressing her body and he slowly undressed her. Frances kept pleading him but otherwise did not nothing to stop him from undressing him. Standing just in her bra and panty, Bobby knelt down on the floor behind her. He placed his lips softly against the crevice of her buttocks as he undid her panty. Frances tried to push his hands away but to no avail since a ripple of sheer ecstasy forced Frances to arch her spine and tilt her head back. "Bobby!" she cried. Bobby continued to kiss and nuzzle the firm, round cheeks of her ass as he removed her panty finally until Frances was trembling all over with excitement. "Yes...oh yes, Bobbyyyy!" she sobbed. "Make me your lover too my love," Bobby said soflty. "Yes, yes...Bobby...Bobby...You will be my lover too...I want you too!" she whined to him. As soft moans began to escape from Frances' mouth, Bobby placed his hands on her hips and turned her around facing her throbbing pussy. Still kneeling in front of her of her pussy, Bobby started running his fingers lightly up and down her thighs and around the delicious, sensitive skin just before her navel. "My God," Frances whispered as she undid her bra to offer her breasts to him and leaned against the wall. Bobby said nothing. Rather Bobby placed the palm of his hand at the base of her crotch and squeezed her mons gently at first. Then after a moment, more firmly, more insistently, as if Bobby were taking possession of it. As if Bobby was the owner. Frances could feel the searing pressure of each of her fingers as Bobby held them splayed across the plush triangle of her pubic hair. His palm, though not quite touching her clitoris, was stimulating enough to make Frances yearn for more intimate contact. Then Bobby raised his other arm and let it sway slowly between her breasts, his hand barely grazing the tips of her nipples, as if Bobby were connecting them with an imaginary line. That movement, with the increased pressure he was putting on Frances' clitoris, made her weak and breathless with excitement. At that point, Frances was totally in his power, in his possession, willing to let him do anything Bobby wanted to do with her body and soul. Tilting her head forward, Frances watched him lower his arm and begin to separate the moist folds of her labia. As Bobby started to kiss her pussy, she reached out and touched the back of his head, urging him on, muttering, "Yes, yes," in a voice that did not seem her. Bobby hesitated though, as if forcing her to be content for the moment with the feel of his hot breath blowing against her exposed, quivering pussy. Then at last Bobby began to use his tongue on her, flicking the tip of it over her clitoris slowly, deliberately. The fragrance of her pussy made his head swim as Bobby stuck his tongue out to explore orally Frances' pussy. Her neatly trimmed pussy tickled his nostrils as Bobby licked up and down and all-round, his head weaving between her thighs as he tongued her pussy with ever-increasing ardor. Bobby continued licking Frances, savoring her taste, inhaling deeply and fully appreciating her pussy's perfume. Bobby wanted so badly to do it right to her. As his tongue continued rummaging in Frances' love hole Bobby found her pulsating clitoris. At the first touch, Frances moaned. "Oh, Bobby! It's so good! Ohhhhh..." Frances moaned. "You like it?" asked Bobby as he took his mouth off her pussy. "Yes, kiss me," Frances whined as she grabbed two fistfuls of his hair and pulled him tighter against her pussy. With abandon, Bobby went to work on Frances' pussy, swabbing it with his tongue, tugging on it with his lips, permitting it only a moment's respite when he paused to lick lovingly the rest of her now dripping womanhood. "Don't stop, please. More, more, more..." Frances begged with his face glued to her pussy with her love juices flowing from her wet cunt. When she was close to coming, Frances wrapped her legs around his neck so that his head was imprisoned between her warm thighs, his face all but smothered by her wet, aromatic pussy. He felt the quivering of her pussy when she came, relished the rush of her juices all over his face. She moaned joyously, one spasm of pleasure following in rapid succession as she erupted in orgasm, pushing her pussy to his mouth. Frances had an orgasm immediately --- and the instant it started, Bobby sucked her clitoris into his mouth and began to shake his head rapidly from side to side. Those short, consistent jerks sustained Frances' orgasm and catapulted her to an almost frighteningly high peak of rapture. Frances thought she was going to scream. Burying her face in the crook of her lover's arm, Frances bit her flesh in an attempt to muffle her cries of joy and relief. Then when Frances seemed to be floating with the backwash of her orgasm and slowly regaining consciousness of her surroundings, Bobby lifted her up onto the bed. Frances was awestruck by the sight of her reflection in the overhead mirror of his room. Her long black hair was spread wildly around her face, her nipples were erect and her knees were raised and parted to reveal the glistening pink folds of her vaginal lips. Was this mirrored image of a sexually awakened woman --- naked except for her wedding ring and Alain's diamond dog collar --- really me? asked Frances to herself. Frances did not hear the soft sound of his brief fall to the carpeted floor of Bobby's room. Then suddenly Bobby was standing directly behind her, grasping her by her armpits and sliding her backward until her head was free and unsupported by the bed. Frances looked up questioningly at Bobby as his cock hovered close to her face, his muscular torso heaving slowly. "Relax honey," Bobby said softly. "You want my cock?" "Yes, I want to suck your cock," whined Frances. With his other hand, Bobby lifted his cock and placed the tip of it in Frances' mouth. Frances reached hungrily back and forth and took hold of his throbbing, erect cock so Frances could help to guide it forward. An inch at a time, Frances swallowed as much of Bobby as she could hold. When the head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth, Bobby pulled back slowly until her lips were caressing the rim again. After he has repeated this motion several times, Bobby's erection was so gigantic that Frances could only take in a fraction of it. Frances suck his cock for quite a time relishing the taste of another man's cock in her mouth. "It's so big. It's so beautiful, Bobby. I want it. Fuck me now," Frances cooed. Then Bobby climbed on the bed and mounted her. Frances instantly raised her legs and wrapped them around his back. Sliding his hand under her hips, Bobby grasped her buttocks, and without any preliminaries, plunged into Frances' cunt with an abruptness that might have been painful if she was not so well lubricated with her come. "Ohhhh, Bobby. My lover! Ohhhh, you fill me with your love!" gasped Frances. "I love you...I love you...I love you..." Bobby groaned as he kept pumping his cock deeply into her. "Yes....oh....oh....yes...uh...uh...so deep my love...yes..." she kept on whining. As her lover began to move in and out of her cunt with sharp, steady strokes, Frances could feel Bobby's testicles slapping heavily against the crevice of her ass. Frances' hands flew to the edges of the bed. Frances had to grasp something solid to endure the rapid ascent of her lusty sensations. Frances could hear her lover grunting as Bobby kept pounding away at her harder and harder, faster and faster. Frances begged, "Please, I want your cum inside my pussy!" Then with a final thrust that pierced her to a previously untouched depth, he let himself go with a loud rapturous groan. Frances could feel the ripples and vibrations of his cock as the hot gush of semen exploded inside her pussy. Frances started to climax again when she realized he was coming. Her vaginal muscles throbbed widely, squeezing her lover's cock tightly inside her as if trying to milk it of all its cum. Then a scintillating shudder swept over her from head to toe while she kept on shaking her head from side to side. "Oh, God!", Frances screamed. "I'm cumming!" Bobby hissed likewise. Finally, Bobby collaped on top of her, the weight of his body crushing her against the bed. When he got up a moment later Bobby brushed the sweaty strands of hair away from Frances' forehead. Frances did not open her eyes --- not even when she felt him place his lips gently over her nipples. They clung to each other tightly, as Frances savored the embrace of her new lover, Bobby. Crying while Bobby held her tightly, Frances said, "This is all wrong." "It's not wrong, darling. You know that I love you," as she kissed her on the forehead trailing down to her lips, as his finger slowly massage her clitoris. Frances squirmed as clung to him tightly seeking comfort and assurance in his arms. "Bobby, no. This should be the last," Frances said weakly as Bobby's finger continued to play with her clitoris and kiss her all over. After a few minutes, Bobby started licking the crease where her ass cheeks met her upper thigh, then pushed his face between her legs. When his tongue flicked against her wet pussy, Frances groaned and quivered. Again and again his tongue slithered along the edge of her moist cunt lips. Frances tried to fight him off for she did not want to betray Bert. It belonged to Bert alone and now another man wanted to claim it, to take it away from Bert. Her anus. "No, no, no..." she kept crying to him futilely. "I want it too. I want to share it too because I'm your lover too," said Bobby. Gradually, Frances yielded and opened her legs to him. Bobby swooned when he saw her ass-mounds rising just above his face. He pressed his nose between her cheeks. But by now he could not stop himself. Bobby moved his tongue up from her moist pussy and dragged it between her cheeks. Bobby squeezed his fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks just as the tip of his tongue flicked at her puckered anus. Bobby heard her faint squeal as her sexy body twitched against him. Then it became difficult for him to concentrate on the electric spasms that made her shudder. Bobby was too consumed by the ecstasy of licking around her anus long since deflowered by her other lover, Bert, to fully appreciate just how much pleasure Bobby was giving her. Bobby pressed his tongue against the muscled ring of her anus, and Frances howled with pleasure. And when he finally lifted his head and reached toward the nightstand drawer, they were both gasping and shuddering in the throes of delirious passion and lust. Frances' eyes were wide and alive with excitement and daring as she watched him pulled out the vial of oil and generously doctored the head of his cock with it. Then he oiled his middle finger and slid it between her cheeks. His finger easily pierced her anus, and as he gently wriggled his finger inside her asshole, Frances began to groan and hump against the invading finger. Bobby bent low and kissed her ass cheeks while steadying himself on his knees between her legs, getting ready to finally enter her ass. Her eyes were still on him when he withdrew his finger, gripped her hips and eased his oiled cock into her anus. "It's so big," she gasped softly. "You like it?" Bobby whispered. "Very much, darling," as she finally betrayed Bert. Joy shot through him as Bobby lifted her hips and eased his lubricated cock between her cheeks. He rubbed his glistening glans on her anus, and then, carefully, gently, Bobby pressed forward. The tight ring of her anus resisted initially as if aware that in was not Bert's cock. "Honey, your're so big. It hurts. Ohhhhhhh," Frances cried. And then, with a subtle thrust Bobby pushed, and his lubed cock gently inched into her. Her hole which she never shared with anyone except Bert and now him. Frances gave a passionate sigh as she pushed back to welcome the gentle thrust of a new cock. Bobby put his cock into her tight anus. Frances arched her back and his balls grazed her flesh. He froze, letting his cock stay embedded inside her, thrilling to the raging ecstasy of his thickness so tightly possessed by her wanton and greedy asshole. Bobby gradually began to stroke in and out, building the intensity as she squealed and clucthed the sheets. Bobby lost it fast, discharging shooting his come into her anus with rapid-fire bursts. Bobby growled as the sweet ecstasy consumed them both. For him it was the most satisfying experience in his life. Bobby eased his cock out of her clutching anus and cradled her tenderly in his arms. She looked up into his face and smiled as they melted together. "Happy?" she asked lustily. "Very," as Bobby kissed her passionately. They embraced, letting their hands stroke each other as they cooed and shared their bliss. She left a little before 3 p.m. after sleeping in Bobby's arm. The next Friday, Bobby called her up for them to see each other at his place. Frances said she will meet him at 10 a.m. The Next Saturday Frances drove to Bobby's place after taking the kids around. Bobby opened the door wearing only a bathrobe around his naked body. Without any word, Frances went straight to his bedroom. Bobby followed Frances into the bedroom. Frances took off her clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He did the same. Frances grabbed for him and mashed her mouth on his, jamming her tongue halfway down his throat and moving her mouth fiercely on his. They kissed and breathy promises of love and pleasure. Once in bed, Frances slithered down his body until she was coiled next to him and gazing loving and lustfully at his swelling cock. "Mmmmmmm, I've missed you so much," Frances cooed, staring at Bobby's cock. Frances pulled him onto the bed, reversing herself over him. She held herself on her knees and elbows and began to lick and tongue his chest and stomach in long, feverish strokes. Frances moved down to the insides of his thighs, then back up to his fully erect penis. Frances took the head into her cock-hungry mouth with a greedy slurp, cradled his balls in one hand, her mouth and tongue passionately on the knob and the hole in its end. Bobby moaned softly and rested his head on the pillow, closing his eyes as he savored the sweet pleasure of Frances' lips sliding smoothly, wetly, up and down his cock. Frances sucked for a while and the licked his cock all over and nibbled his balls. Then again Frances was gobbling his Bobby' cock, her lover's cock, up and down. Frances settled her soaking pussy down on his face, pushing and rotating it on his mouth, nose and chin. Bobby began to tongue her pussy hungrily, found her swelling clitoris, licked and sucked it, held it between his lips and flicked his tongue against it, and then released it to lap greedily at the sweet juice in her pussy. Bobby held her firmly down on his face by the cheeks of her bottom, moving his head to taste all her sweet and streaming pussy. Frances kept up the action on his fully enlarged cock, gobbling and licking and pumping with her hand. "Mmmmmm, you taste so good. I love your cock inside my mouth. Mmmmmm, I love to suck your cock..." Frances whined as she kept sucking and licking his cock. She was moaning and sighing now, mashing her pusssy against his lips to suggest that he should keep sucking her clitoris. Bobby was about to explode and Frances could tell. "I want your cum, darling," Frances said. She took off her hand off his cock, put both hands on his ass and sank her head all the way onto his throbbing cock. Frances licked up and down the entire shaft of Bobby's cock a few times till he erupted in her mouth and down her throat. Frances held him tightly as she continued to suck and gobble all his cum. Her pussy eased up on his mouth, and then subsided, and he knew that she had cum too. But Frances was not through with him. She kept his softening cock in her mouth, tonguing every drop of his semen. Her fingernails lightly raked his thighs, chest and stomach, and in a matter of minutes, his cock became angry again. Frances nursed it along with her hands and mouth until she had it fully erect. "Honey, please fuck me. I want your cock inside me," Frances cooed lustily. Then she turned around, facing him, and mounted him, wrapping his cock with her smoldering pussy. As she put Bobby's cock inside her cunt, "Ohhhhhh, it's so big. So goooood. So deeeep honey!" Frances cried out. She gyrated and rotated and ground his cock inside her pussy, clasping it along its entire length with the muscles of her pussy, occasionally rising and sinking it to vary the pleasurble sensations. Occasionaly, Frances bent over to kiss him, her mouth hot as an oven, her wicked tongue strongly and wetly wrestling with his. Frances raked his face with her fingernails, held it in both hands when she kissed him, moaned and groaned and sighed, "Oh, darling, fuck me. Ohhhh, so deep...ohhhh you're so big." She wrenched the juice out of his cock with her expert pelvic movement, making him come in great spurts, the cum oozing out of her pussy around his cock as she sank, limp and exhausted, beside him. "Darling, I love you," Frances said as she went to sleep. Frances & Bobby Frances slowly woke after a few minutes feeling Bobby's pressure between her thighs, and she spread her legs to accomodate his presence. "Darling, I have to go home now," Frances said for it was already half past twelve. "Not yet, honey. We will still have our lunch," Bobby said as his hands continued to play between her legs, teasing her exposed and wet cunt. "Bobby, no," Frances moaned weakly for the level of her arousal was increasing. Frances began to squirm, pushing her rear end against him, wriggling with excitement as Bobby continued to finger her clitoris. Her passion rose when Frances felt the warm strength of his erect cock nestle in the crack of her ass. Frances squeezed her cheeks together to trap his rampant manhood, and she felt him squirm against her. Bobby stepped back slightly, just enough to reach his hand between them. His fingers dipped into her sopping pussy and withdrew with a coating of her juices. With his wet hand, he stroked her crack and easily inserted a slickly coated finger up her ass. He knew exactly what to do. With one motion, he spread her cheeks and slid his powerful cock into her hungry cunt. "Oh, Bobby!" Frances moaned. Two quick thrusts only teased Frances to a higher level of arousal before he withdrew. "Put it back inside, honey. Please," Frances begged. His cock lubed with her juices, Bobby placed the tip against her rear hole. "Bobby, no!" Frances cried. "Relax, Frances," Bobby whispered. "Relax and let yourself open." With those words, he pushed into her asshole. Frances reacted with stiffled scream as she felt the burning sensation of his cock filling her. "Oh, honey it hurts...you're so big. I can't take it...Ohhhh," Frances moaned. In a few seconds, the pain was replaced by a tremendous feeling of fullness as her muscles did indeed relax and permit her to take all of him in her ass. "Oh, honey, you make me feel really good. It's so gooood!" Frances moaned. Very gingerly, Bobby began fucking her bottom. After the first few strokes, Frances began pushing back to meet his thrust. "Oh...oh...oh...", Frances kept moaning. Soon they were going at it hot and heavy. Frances felt like a wanton woman, spread across the bed by her lover, opened and available for his use. Bobby kept pummeling her ass like a battering ram. Each time he hit bottom, Frances felt his balls slap against her dripping cunt and heard him grunt with his exertion. Her stretched sphincter was now easily able to accomodate his cock, and she was thrashing about beneath, struggling for her satisfaction. In and out, in and out, Bobby fucked Frances in the ass. Harder and harder he pushed into her, slapping her buttocks with the palm of his hand as he grew more excited, riding her for all he was worth. They climaxed together, his semen soaking her rectum. Her anus clasping his cock tightly. It was almost 2 p.m. when Frances left Bobby. Summer of 1991 It was on summer when she was left alone with one of her kids. Her husband and their eldest son where in th US. Hiro was also out of the country while her love affair with Bert has become more infrequent since Bobby and Hiro. Frances & Drago Frances And Drago: The Color Of Love Is Black The Meeting He was black; possessed a commanding look like a handsomer young Sidney Poitier; intelligent. He was also the vice president of the corporation. He exuded a magnetic figure in the confine of the room where now he stood totally at ease among his colleagues...and Frances. His powerful ebony body towered over the other men present and his gentle smile charmed the women...and Frances. She could feel Drago's eyes on her as she walked. She could feel the blood rushing to her face. The minute Drago entered the room, Frances seemed to feel his energy. The room seemed to vibrate as he walked over and leaned down hesitantly to plant a welcome kiss on her cheek. Drago was so close to her that she could feel the warmth of his huge body and smell the scent of his ebony skin. He smelled clean and very healthy with no cosmetic scent to hide the odor of human black skin. Frances looked up at him, expecting to see gentleness, surprised instead, to see desire too. Neither one of them was comfortable with that, yet it seemed too stilted to shake hands. He sort of grabbed her hand as he kissed her. They both laughed and pulled away a little too quickly. "I'm Drago and you're Frances. Right?" "Yes." The conversation and the laughter rose and ebbed in the rhytmic characteristic of cocktail parties everywhere. Frances was conscious of Drago, conscious of being watched. Frances laughed, she smiled, she spoke only a little, never quite closing her mouth entirely. She was being admired and desired by Drago, and she abandoned herself to the sensation. The slow sweet music blared through the loudspeaker. Frances was startled when a hand took her wine glass away. “I've waited a long time for this. Would you like to dance?" It was Drago. She followed Drago' lead. He was an accomplished, well-taught dancer. He was attracted to her, and unlike the men Frances had known who made a point of hiding their feelings, he made no attempt to conceal them. Frances, too, was attracted to him, but she was disturbed by the feeling, distrusting its immediacy. Nevertheless, his unconcealed admiration made her very pleasantly aware of herself and the moment. She enjoyed the feeling of her clothing against her body, the scent of her own perfume, Poison, with the increase in the warmth of her body at the emotions she felt, suddenly more noticeable. They danced in silence, Drago at ease with his feelings, Frances uncomfortable with hers, yet unwilling to relinquish them. The party finished early. Drago escorted her to her room. They said goodnight awkwardly. They were both conscious of a holding back, of a growing tension and uncertainty between them that were far more electric, far more compelling than a giving in to the enormous sexual excitement both felt. Alone in his room, he undressed and, naked stood in front of his bed. Drago wished she was with him, but he had been afraid to ask too soon. He almost forgot that she was a married woman. He was afraid to be rejected. He did not want her to think he was lonely. Instinctively, his hand wrapped around his fully erect cock and started to rubbed it violently as he kept saying Frances' name. "Frances!" he shouted as great gobs of cum kept spurting almost endlessly out of his ebony cock. He felt limp because he never did come like this before. Until Frances. In her room, Frances' mind was on Drago. He intrigued her. She found Drago' obvious attraction to her. She was immediately drawn to him when they met. There was something challenging. She had thought she would never arouse a man, and a black man at that, like Drago; a man like that would never be interested in someone like her, a married woman. And, for sex alone? Surely, there were a lot of attractive women. Yet, he obviously was in some way. Maybe he was just playing up to her because of the business plan, but she did not think so. For the rest of the days, Drago became their personal escort which was most unusual. He seldom did it and only when their visitor were special. But Frances was special to him. Frances found herself waking up daily in her room to the sight of red roses from Drago. There were those casual touches, the constant attention, the small gifts. All from Drago. Friday: They took her boss Albert to the airport, leaving Frances with a week more to spend in Ottawa. "I guess you will now have a personalized tourist guide." "Do I have a choice?" "No." "Will you have dinner with me? "Anywhere you like." Drago asked knowing she had the power to hurt him by refusing. It was risky, dangerous, thrilling. He waited for her answer. "Anywhere?" Frances asked. "Yes. Whatever your pleasure." "Yes." The Friday Evening: "I'm absolutely in awe of you." "Drago, I can't..." "I'll be insulted, Frances. For friendship sake." "It's beautiful," Frances said. Drago stood up and went behind her. "May I?" as he fastened them around her neck. The emerald necklace was the first gift Jacques had ever chosen for her, and she interpreted them as a sign that she was special to him. Still standing behind Frances and his hands holding her neck, he whispered: “I’ll be more than happy if you will wear it always. . . . like a wedding ring.” “I promise I’ll wear it always,” Frances said jokingly. “Really. I really mean it.” Frances was suddenly quiet. Frances sipped her wine. She could smell his smell again, even thought they were not that close. It was not bad. Frances did not even know what he smelled like. They made small talk. He told her all about the good old days. She was thinking how handsome Drago was when he looked up over his glass and caught her eye. There was a twinkle in his eye when he looked at her, but when they caught each other's glance they both became serious. "Frances." "Yes? What is it Drago?" "I have something to tell you...something you should know." Drago looked directly at Frances' eyes. Frances suddenly became conscious of his gaze. "About the business?" Frances asked timidly. "No." Frances became silent for a while. "What is it then, Drago?" "Frances... you should know that...I love you." Drago got hold of Frances' hand and held it tenderly. Frances was stunned, not knowing what to do, just feeling the soft touch of Drago. "Ever since I met you, I've never been the same...in my heart, mind and body. "Drago..." "No, Frances let me express what I feel. You don't have to do anything. You don't have to say what you feel...nor am I asking you to have an affair with me, much as I would like that to happen. I want you to know...to remember always that there is another man who loves you very much." Drago held her hand tightly as he continued to talk, "I just keep on feeling this love for you. You know men will always be taken in by your feminity, what appears to be your pliable nature, your soft seductiveness. But you are never totally able to surrender. It's like the fog. No man can ever conquer the fog. You will always elude him. That must be party because you want it that way. You feel more secure when you are never totally possessed." And with that, Drago released her hand. Frances looked at him. Neither one of them smiled. Drago had a questioning look in his eyes. Frances could not look at him this time. For some reason, she wanted to cry. They kept looking at each other. She was unable to break the gaze. Instead, she heaved a large sigh, then whispered: "Drago, it's getting late. I have to go." They were outside the door to her room. "Drago, thank you for the wonderful dinner." As she turned towards the door, Drago held her elbow and: "Frances." And as Frances turned to him, Drago embraced her and kissed her gently. Frances was unable to resist. She stood stiffly in his arms uncertain what to do. She was shocked by his touch, shocked by the intimacy of his body so close to hers. Her initial impression was of warmth enfolding her. She was aware of the texture of his clothing, of his scent. His hands were strong, yet gentle. Drago took his mouth just far enough away from Frances' lips to be able to speak. "May I come in?" he asked, indicating the door. Then reason reasserted itself. "No. And please release me," she said suddenly and without thinking. Frances pulled away from his embrace and went into her room, shutting the door behind her, leaving him hurt and confused. Frances did not understand why, but she burst into tears. Finally, when they had died, she wondered why she had said no when she meant yes. Within the privacy of her own room, she covered her breast and her pussy with her hands. His kiss, his touch has stirred her almost unbearably. If reason did not prevail, she doubted that she could have controlled herself while they were in the elevator and the corridor. She was married, yet she found herself craving for another man, a black man. Blanked fires of desire had burst into bright flame within her, yet the realization that her passion was overcoming her reason frightened her. "Oh God, don't make me sin," she whispered. Wearily, she undressed herself and went to bed. The room was warm from the heater. Throwing back the blankets, she covered her naked body with the sheet and stared upward. "Drago," she whispered through lips that barely moved. How she longed for his ebony body, thinking how his ebony cock would look like; how it would feel thrusting in and out of her and nestling deep down inside her. In the grip of a powerful fantasy, she pressed her hands to her breasts. Swollen and aching, they begged for relief that she could not give them. Only a lover's lips could do that. She would not want him to be gentle either, she acknowledged. Her body hungered for savagery that would drive away the longing and allow her to revel in her womanhood. Moaning Drago's name softly, she squeezed her breast as her other hand traced the warm V at the top of her thighs. “Dear God? Do I have to sin to cool this desperate fire in me?” she thought. A dream woke her. This time it was only three in the morning. It had scared her. In her dream, she and Drago were lying in bed with a glass dome watching the fireworks. They were naked and Frances could feel his hard ebony body pressed up closely against hers with his cock so deep inside her as they watched the sparkles and flames and plumes shoot through the air. Her limbs felt hot; her body was trembling. He reached over and lightly brushed her abdomen, up upon her breasts. The desire was overwhelming. Drago leaned over to kiss her, his lips forcing her mouth open, his tongue finding its way between her teeth. "I can't," she said. "Please, no, stop. I can't do this to my husband. I can't do it to him." When she woke up she was trembling. And she found her hand between her legs, still sticky. Frances moved her hand up and down, caressing herself until she found herself breathing faster. Her body trembled, calling Drago's name softly, and she quickly drew her hand away and closed her legs, satisfied. Immediately she drifted off into a deep sleep. Saturday Morning There was a silence between them. To fill it, Drago ordered coffee for them both. Then: "I'm sorry about last night." Frances blushed. "I hope you'll forgive me... It's just that I can't help how I feel for you. Anyway, I'm glad we're - I'm glad to see you again Frances. I was afraid you might not want to see me any more." "Why?" Her eyes widened, but they knew what he meant. "I though you were angry with me...with what I said." "No. It's just that I am a married woman. Maybe...if we met long before," Frances said as she shook her head slowly. Drago realized at once Frances' feelings for him. "Then...you feel something for me too?" Frances was silent for a while. "I'm afraid of you." "Why?" Very gently. Gentleness, in a man who could have, truly, whatever he wanted, was a gift beyond price. "Not you, really," she corrected herself. "I'm afraid of the way I will feel about you. I'm afraid I'll lose control of myself." "I won't let you be afraid," Drago said, and she knew he had the power to stay her fear. That power was what she feared. It was also what she wanted. "Frances, you will be staying for quite some time here, but if there's any way I can be of help, here's my number." "Thank you, Drago." "Maybe you'd like to go out to dinner, at the opera, or anything that pleases you..." "You're wondering if I'm angry you with you as not to go out with you. Quite the contrary," Frances replied with a teasing look in her eyes and in her smile. "That makes me feel very good. Let's make a date right now!" Drago said with a wave of relief. "I'm in favor. Got any suggestions?" Frances asked while laughing. "You name it, we'll do it." "How would you like to take me in the country when you're free for a few hours?" "How about tomorrow?" And tomorrow it is. Drago picked her up at her hotel. And as he drove, they talked. "Oh, Drago, it's such fun being with someone unstuffy." "Isn't your husband unstuffy?" "Only about half the time." "We're going to be friends Drago," Frances said after talking about various things. "We're already friends. We always will be." Veering off into quieter country road, Drago dropped one hand to the hands folded on her lap and felt her fingers close around it tenderly, aware and warm and confident. It was the sign of declaration, the gift of knowing what he now knew, and telling him so. Frances smiled, her face calm and composed again. Suddenly, the lake came into view. He stopped the car by the road and they walked in silence, drinking the beauty of the scene like wine. They set off through the pine woods toward the lake. It was silent under the trees. They followed the winding, narrow path until they came to the water's edge. Drago turned to Frances. As naturally as instinct, Drago took her in his arms and kissed her, feeling her body yield to him and her shoulders tremble a little under his big hands. Then just as suddenly, they drew apart and, with unspoken assent, resumed their walk along the lake's edge. Neither of them spoke. There seemed no need to discuss it. For Drago knew now, and he knew Frances knew also with a wisdom surer than his own, that the moment was inevitable; in that instant they had surrendered simultaneously to the living beauty around them and become part of it. Would it go on from there, beyond this woodland beauty, beyond the response to overwhelming nature? Would it become Frances and Drago without the need for spell, enchantment, drug? Had her kiss committed her? It was the unanswered question, even as now, like sister and brother, they held hands with a single impulse and moved along the path together. "I love you Frances! And I want. . ." "Drago, please don't. You're doing it again." In the long silence, her words seemed to echo in the frozen air. Drago stopped again, still holding her hand, and they stood face to face. "Do you want me, Frances? Do you want me to be your lover? Do you want me to make love to you? Do you want me to be so deep inside you. . .to cum into you, Frances?" "Drago. . .Yes, I think I do. . .I think I will. . ..but not yet. I would have to love you, Drago. I've never love anyone but my husband and. . .I just can't. . .become a new woman overnight. But, maybe I can learn. Maybe you can help me learn, teach me. . ..I don't think it would have been possible if I. . .if we haven't met. But now. . . ." Frances said in a low and troubled voice while their eyes held. She looked tremulously up at him and he put his arms around her close; so close Drago knew Frances could feel his erection throbbing against her body. "Drago, I need a little time, please," she whispered, and they walked on together. For the most part, her warmly sensual nature lay submerged within her, but sometimes during those few remaining Canadian nights, she touched her body with dry, hot palms and often thought of Drago. Drago! She looked around her at the dim hotel room praying Drago was with her. Rising unsteadily, Frances stretched in an effort to ease her muscles. Her breasts lifted, making her conscious that the slight coarseness of her nightgown aroused her tender nipples. With a shiver, she plucked at the nightgown. Then drawing in her breath, she clasped her breasts in both her hands squeezing in an effort to ease the torment of unsated desire. Drago! She ached for him. Painfully conscious of her body's throbbing, she stood alone in the room while her blood heated and her mind conjured up pictures of his hard-muscled ebony body, his gentle hands, especially his long, immense, hard cock so close to her body. She felt torn apart by the tidal storm of sexual desire that thundered through her veins. Dear Lord! How she wanted him. . .in her mouth. . .deep inside her pussy. . .in any part of her body! Her very soul craved his touch. Frances moaned softly at the image of Drago's mouth working its magic on her nipples and her navel, and the strength and power of his massive ebony cock so deep inside her pussy. “Dear God! Drago!” she moaned and began to tremble as she felt her inside thighs become wet. Angrily, she tore her hands away from her aching breasts and covered her face. My husband! Please God, let him fill my mind. * * * So it began - days before she finally left for San Diego when he gave every spare hour to being with Frances. He lavished attention on her for the remaining days of her stay. Always there was the daily phone call to Frances, calling her constantly when he was not with her, anxious about her comfort, solicitous about her preferences. Whenever she went somewhere without him, he insisted she call him to let him know she had arrived safely; he telephoned her first thing when she woke and last thing before he fell asleep. Frances told him that not even her husband kept as faithfully in touch as he did. And meanwhile, Drago was giving Frances a life in Canada she had ever known with her husband. They went to restaurants, attended the winter season of opera and concerts, drove to the country on fine days, and always with the feeling between them that it might be the last time, and this very special relationship would end. He made her feel loved, and as Drago wished for so long, Frances finally fell in love with him. For it was special - not since the day at the lake had he touched her but for the friendly kiss-on-cheeek of greeeting or parting. And Drago saw in Frances' eyes the gratefulness that was gradually turning from affection to need, closer and closer to the verge of sexual surrender. They talked freely of everything but the act itself, and guardedly of her husband. The Last Night Frances found herself spending more time in the bathroom since Drago dropped her off at the lobby three hours ago. It was her last night and she was having a dinner with Drago at the classiest dining place. In the bath tub, Frances soaped, washed her body slowly and languidly. Afterwards, she slowly rubbed lotion all over body, taking a little time longer when she came to her neck, breasts, and most of all her buttocks and pussy. Naked, in front of the mirror, she dab an extra amount of Poison, most of all on her neck, breasts and pussy. Still naked, she first put on the sapphire necklace Drago gave her...then her make-up...next her stockings...her black bra and lastly, a black lace thong she had forgotten the time she last worn it. She was still in front of the mirror, ready, when the doorbell ring. With a final look at herself in the mirror, Frances knew she was ready. But, not quite. With finality, she took off her wedding band and left on the sidetable. Drago had noticed a difference in Frances as soon as he saw her. What the difference eluded him, tantalized him. She seemed for the first time, since they met, vulnerable, touchable. Until he noticed the sapphire necklace clinging around Frances' neck and the wedding band was missing from her finger. As soon as he realized what the difference in her was, he put it from his conscious mind. With finality, he now knew that the moment was now. But the desire was something else. It was something he could no more control than he could control for his heart to beat. The realization, the sight and smell of her, immediately gave him an uncontrollable enormous erection. Frances & Drago "Oh, Drago! They are beautiful. Thank you." "But you are more beautiful," said Drago as she handed her three lovely red roses. "I think I should be the one to thank you." "Why?" "I thought you will never wear it." "Oh. It's a very special night." "It will be. Shall we go?" "You're beginning to enjoy yourself," Drago said as they danced. Frances sensed that he was aware of something about her, but she did not reply. She continued to dance. "You're so beautiful, so very, very beautiful," Drago said, and he drew her closer into his embrace as they danced. Her body and her scent further sustained his enormous erection. He moved her head against his shoulder and with his other hand in the small of her back pressing her hips tightly against him. Submissively, Frances drew closer to him, her hands clinging tightly around his neck, pressing her own body to him, not hearing his exact words but reacting to their sense, to the tone of his voice. She had forgotten what it was like to de desired, to be special, to be privileged. Now, dancing with Drago, feeling his hardness, the warmth of him and smelling his smell, the scent of perfectly, newly clean black skin so reminiscent of the first time Drago proposed to her, Frances remembered. They moved very slowly in time with the music, allowing her to feel his growing erection. Frances could feel his manhood pressing into her navel, reveling in Drago’s hardness, if not, in his lust for her. "Frances, feel how much I love you," Drago whispered softly in her ears. But Frances did not seem to hear. Rather, her eyes closed, she rested her head against his breast and pressed her body closer to his while Drago felt her hands around his neck pull him closer to her. She allowed herself to enjoy the pressure, his enormous erection pressing hard against her womb. Drago invited her for a night cap in his house. Drago poured the wine. Frances was surprised to see, when she took her glass, that her hand was shaking. "Cheers," he said, as he clicked his glass to hers. She took a very small sip, tasting it. Their eyes locked. Looking straight into Drago' eyes, Frances let the tip of her tongue slipped from between her lips and slowly and provocatively licked away a shimmering drop of the wine. Instantly, hot blood surged through Drago’s veins and cock. He wanted her so badly that pain lanced along his thighs and his manhood throbbed. As hot color flooded his face, Frances smiled at him, and said, "It's good," Frances said smiling at him while hot color flooded Drago’ face. Lifting her glass toward him, she offered a silent toast of gratitude to him. The gesture thrilled Drago’ immeasurably. Hot with unsatisfied lust, warm with love, he burned in delightful misery throughout the rest of their dinner. They made small talk. He told her about his good old days. But Frances did not hear a word. She kept watching his hands as they played with the bread crumbs on the coffee table near the fireplace, watching his eyes as they sparkled when he laughed: mocking? serious? she could not tell; his lashes as they swept his cheeks when he looked down. Drago' lower lip was full and curved down at one end, so that he always had a sort of wry look about him, ready to smile or grimace. His jaw was square, and he worked it when he was silent as though he were chewing his thoughts. Frances tried hard not to think what his mouth would feel like on her mouth. . .on her breast and nipples. . .on her pussy or what his massive black hands would feel on her body. She began playing with her bread crumbs. "Canada isn't the same anymore," he was saying. He had put his in a pile, brushing them together. "Why is that?" she forced herself to respond. She did the same with hers. "Things aren't as much fun. I don't know. Maybe I'm just older or perhaps alone. Maybe I have to find somebody." As Drago said it, he looked at her. Their eyes caught. He reached over and brushed her crumbs onto his. Frances was helping him put the piles together. Their fingers touched. "You sometimes have to look for it. . .get it to have it," she said, and reddened. "More wine?" Their hands pulled apart as Drago reached for the bottle and they both sighed. "I don't know. I feel bent out of shape. Maybe I'm just older. Or maybe it's the business tilt," he said. "All right. What's the business tilt? "Have I got it yet?"" she giggled. Drago explained it to her. Frances laughed. It was not that she had forgotten how funny and sexy he was. It was just that she had not allowed herself to remember. "No, and I hope you don't. You have too pretty a neck to have it ruined that way." Frances could feel her face flush and her pulse beat a little faster. Her lips had gone dry. She licked them; again slowly, deliberately, if not, provocating. She tried not to smile, but heard herself giggling again. She did not know what to say. "You're terrible," she said. He laughed. "Have you got it?" "Got it?" "The tilt." "Only when I talk to you. "I surely will miss you," she finally said while blushing. They were both concentrating very hard on his wine pouring. She wondered if his heart was pounding the way hers was. Drago look at her intently. "Is. . .is your marriage satisfactory?" "I. . . .I think so." "Do you miss him?" "Miss who? My family?" "No. Him. You're husband." "Yes. . .but not every time." "Have you called him up?" "No." "Have you emailed him?" "Yes." A pause. They were sitting facing each other by the fireplace in Drago' house and for the first time. "What do you tell him?" "I tell him I miss him," Frances lied weakly and blushing slightly. Drago did not press her for more, sensing that here they were on dangerous ground. As their present relationship stood, her husband did not exist, and it was unfair to bring him into the conversation, to remind her that she was another man's wife, to reawaken the sense of guilt or at least confusion that she must surely feel. Drago sensed it again as he bent to kiss her goodnight to take her back to the hotel, felt it in the warm grasp of her hand on his arm as she stood up. "You're a very patient man, Drago." "I love being with you, that's all." "I'm not fair to you." "Just be fair to yourself, Frances." "I'm trying to be fair to my husband, too." "Which husband? The man who does not exist now or the man who only exist when you wish so?" Drago could not help saying it. Frances did not answer immediately and Drago was afraid he'd spoken coarsely. "I'm sorry if I said something wrong," he muttered, and took her unresisting into his arms. Frances was crying softly and Drago felt her tears against his cheeks, but then she drew back. “You thought I don't feel something for you Drago? How little you know me, after all!" Again, Frances moved close to Drago, his lips in her warm soft hair, her arms tightening around him, as though all at once the floodgates of her emotion had broken and every pent-up desire and secret of her innermost self was pouring through. "My marriage has nothing to do with it, not now Drago! I. . .I want you to take me. . .possess me. . .make love to me. . .fuck me. . .whatever you want to do with my body. Don't you know that. . .I. . .I lie awake dreaming of you each night. . .desiring you. . .wanting to open myself to you. . .wanting to surrender my body and soul to you. . .and dreaming of taking you all the way deep inside me, after so long. . .after so long!" Frances murmured through her tears while pulling back her head and staring at Drago in the eyes. Drago took both of her hands with her confession. Then, he suddenly broke off the embrace. Frances stood puzzled "And will you take me now?" Drago said softly. With tears still in her eyes, Frances also took a step back away from him. Then standing before him, she slowly bared her body to him as she took off her clothes slowly and deliberately, one by one. Drago did not move as he watched her undress quietly. Finally, totally naked, except for the sapphire necklace around her delicate neck, Frances whispered: "Oh, yes...please, please!" She cupped her breasts in both hands and walked toward Drago as if she held offerings for a god's gratification. Then Drago took both of her hands as they stood near the fireplace, this woman who in one moment, with total unexpectedness, after weeks of withholding herself, had suddenly become another identity. Frances began to speak but he stopped the flooding words with his mouth, ran his hands hungrily down her back, over her whole body he had coveted for so long, felt her give and sway against him, almost swooning as his fingers closed on the rich weight of her buttocks, felt them yield and surrendered to his touch. They were both panting, breathless, as their mouths parted. "Ahhh. . .so good, so good. . .if you knew what your hands mean to me, like waking me from sleep, like raising a dark curtain that had been between us since the first time we met," Frances whispered. Breaking off her tight embrace, Drago deliberate took off his clothes, baring his ebony body and his massive manhood before her fascinated gaze. "You're beautiful! You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen. You are like a Greek god," she said quietly with her eyes fixed on his erect cock. "No. You are the goddess." Seeing him in his naked godly glory, with his immense and mighty 10-inch ebony cock throbbing high up in the air, Frances instinctively approached him; her eyes still locked on his glistening and menacing manhood. But then, Drago raised his hand, signaling her to stop. "No. Not yet!" "Why Drago? What is it?", she whined as she looked up at Drago' face. "Beg for me!" he commanded, like a master to a slave; now confident with the knowledge that Frances wanted him so badly; aching madly for his body particularly his ebony cock. "Drago. . .please. . .please. . .please!" she whimpered. "Beg me!" Drago ordered her harshly. With a bewildered look in her face, Frances knelt down in supplication before a naked Drago. "Please, Drago! Please! Please. . .",she begged like a slave to a master. Then, with the compassion of a lord, Drago beckoned her to stand up and come to him. Submissively, Frances rose and advanced towards him. Drawing near, Frances then pressed her warm breasts up against Drago' bare chest. With Drago standing rigidly, unmoving and silently, she then proceeded to kiss him passionately, her tongue exploring his warm mouth while all the while she stroked his cock. Drago again broke off her advance. Puzzled, she looked at him with all the affection, and whispered pleadingly. "Drago. Please let me worship you. . .like a god. I want to adore you. I want to be submissive to you. Always. Forever." "Then you know what to do," Drago hissed. Again, Frances knelt down on her knees in front of Drago, her mouth so close to his cock; her hands cupping his buttocks. "It's so beautiful," Frances murmured, her face almost almost touching his cock. Drago then placed his hands on the back of her head. But Frances did not need any guidance. She knew her duty. Knowingly, she then reached behind him to hold his ass as she wantonly wrapped his cock with her loving mouth, smothering his big, long, black cock with her luscious lips, sliding them up and down until he became very hot. Frances continued to suck him while her hands endlessly explored his balls and the sensitive area between them and his ass. Then after wetting her finger with saliva, she inserted it gently into his ass and moved it in and out. "Frances, it's so good!" After what seemed like several wonderful hours, Frances released his cock and slid his tongue down the shaft until she reached his balls. As she licked and sucked the soft skin of his magnificent cock, Drago's hips started thrusting forward, faster and faster. Like a slave, Frances allowed him to fuck her in the mouth; delighting in the fact that she was being treated like a pussy. . .a slut. . .a bitch. . .a consummate woman. She then sat him on the sofa, continuing to fondle his balls while she put his cock back into her warm, hungry mouth; suckling like a hungry baby on a mother's breast. Finally, releasing his captive cock in her mouth, she looked up gently but wantonly at Drago' agonized faced. "Come in my mouth. Fill me with your love," Frances begged Drago over and over as she coaxed his cock into ecstasy, teasing him by holding the blood-swelled head inches from her mouth. Then wrapping it again lovingly in her mouth. "Please Drago feed me with your come! Please!" Then, she gave his cock one last caressing kiss, Drago started coming, shooting thicks glob of his cum into her hungry mouth. Like a slave who has not eaten for many days, Frances covered his cock with her mouth, swallowing his cum, until the tempo of hip thrust slowed, until not a drop came out of his mighty proud black cock. Still kneeling, Frances, her lips glistening with his cum with some dripping out of her mouth, she looked up lovingly at Drago. "I love you!" "I love you, too," he whispered as he pulled her up to kiss her. They kissed passionately, with Drago tasting his own cum. Hungrily, he too licked his cum off her face and then kissed her passionately. "Frances, let me worship you too like a goddess." "Yes, Drago. I belong to you now. I'm all yours. You own me now. Do whatever you want to do with me." With that, Drago laid her on her back. Like a hungry predator, his tongue and lips started to lick, suck and explore the folds and lips of her womanhood. He had a special talent for sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy while his lips caressed her clitoris. Frances could not contain the pleasure she felt. She could only feel that her body was on fire. Rather, she could only hold his head tightly pressed to her longing pussy; after what seems to be like eternity. Then, she suddenly felt her body on fire and she finally reached a climax that shook her from head to toe. With her almost endless spasms of pleasures, Frances could only call out his name in submission and in gratitude while Drago relished her honey. Satiated and strengthened by her love juice, Drago gently took her nipples between his fingers and began rolling and pulling them in slow, alternating circles. Her eyes fluttered and a spasm rocked her body again. Sensing her physical resistance ebb further, he pushed her backward onto the bed and slid his knee between her legs, placing it easily against the softness of her vulva, which lay vulnerably exposed. As he pulled the tender flesh of her nipples, Frances unabashly grounded her pussy against his knee. The lips of her vagina parted, and the wetness of her love juices soon covered his leg. The more force he applied with his knee, the harder Frances grounded herself against him. All resistance to his advances had been replaced by the need to satisfy her desires. Drago could feel her legs drawing him to her, urging him to enter her. Frances moaned as she could no longer bear the sensation. "Drago, please enter me now. . .please. . .I need you deep inside me!" "Not yet." "Drago. . . ." Kneeling quickly between her legs, he spread her labia and forcefully squeezed the hood of her clitoris, pulling it up and down over the wet, swollen head of her clitoris. Frances responded immediately, opening her legs wide open to him, moaning and whimpering with each stroke and pinching her own nipples between her long fingers. Without interrupting his work on her clitoris, he slid the index finger of his left hand into the pink wetness of her vagina, causing Frances to moan loudly. Slowly, he rimmed the opening, pulling at the tight muscles that guarded her womanhood. A second finger followed. His strong fingers pushed into her warm flesh and penetrated up to the third knuckle. He felt her muscles relax slightly. His fingers slid in and out rhytmically, pulling at her inner lips. The added penetration of his penetration was beginning to bring Frances to orgasm, and he slowed the attention he was giving her clitoris in order to prolong her vulnerability. Her building physical excitement provided copius amounts of pussy juice. No longer able to restrain himself, he spread and pushed his fingers alternately until the breath of his third knuckle was surrounded by the stretched muscles of her cunt. "Oh...please....more!" moaned Frances. He began to suck her now enlarged clitoris into his mouth. Her Poison-scented pussy plus the pungent aroma of her secretions were more than he could bear. Her body trembled with excitement as Drago continued eating her. Shudders of ecstasy filled her body and she was quickly on her way to orgasm again. "Oh, stop! Oh Drago I'm going to come again!" Frances gasped. She started to wrench her head from side to side in delirious ecstasy. "Drago!" Shuddering, gasping, she screamed as she came, clutching Drago' head between her quivering thighs as his tongue and mouth kept it up, drinking her juice. Shaking violently as her orgasm came, she lost all sense of where she was and who she was. He raised his head to watch her lovely face express total abandonment to his control while her vagina opened completely, while the series of pulsing contractions began to fade with her moans. With glazed eyes, Frances looked up to him. "Drago, please fuck me. . .I need your cock deep inside me. Please!" She was almost in tears. Drago strong hand cupped her breast, cupping its fullness. "Did you ask for me?" he asked her softly. "Yes, darling." But Drago was not satisfied with her acceptance. "Beg for me bitch as I have begged for you in my heart and loins for so long." Frances looked up at him. "Please, Drago, please. Give me your cock, please! Fuck me please! Please fuck me now!" "Oh, yes, Frances. Yes, my love." Drago cupped her buttocks, lifted her legs around her neck and entered her slowly not wanting to hurt her with his ten inches of manhood. As he entered her, Frances could only moan his name with mix pleasure and pain as Drago eased his cock very slowly into her; stopping from time to time to let her adjust to the girth of his mighty black cock. To Frances, the penetration seemed like eternity. She felt too that she could not take him all inside her, much as she wanted to. But then, she did when she felt that his cock seemed to strike her very heart and let out a long moan. As Drago managed to put all his cock deep inside her, Frances came again. Drago could only watch Frances shake her head in pleasure from side to side, all the while moaning his name endlessly. "I love you the way I always wanted to love a woman. You belong to me now. You are now my woman…my bitch…my whore!" said Drago. He was in her, very deep. "Yes. I'm yours now. . .always. . .forever." “Tell my you are my slut! Tell me that you are my whore now!” “Drago! I am your slut! Your whore! Your slave! I am yours!”And Frances abandoned herself to his black strength and then countered with her own way she had always instinctively known to respond with another man. But then, Drago promptly pulled out his cock. He could feel Frances' resistance. "Drago, please don't!" With his cock finally out of her pussy, Drago said: "Tell me you belong to me." “Drago, I belong to you now. Can't you see that you own me? That I am yours? Your slave?" she moaned. With that Drago, entered her again. Very slowly. Inching his cock. Frances could only close her eyes and let out a long, low moan again as his long, black cock pierced her deeply again. She felt her lungs congest. He was so huge, so long and so powerful. She again felt so afraid that she could not take him all. But again, she was able to. And doing so, she squeezed and stroked his cock with her pussy, allowing him to enter her further deeply. She felt what seems to be a hot steel deep inside her womb. She felt she was going to die, feeling pain and pleasure all at once as she felt his cock go down deep inside her again very slowly. She thought the probing of his cock will never end. Her legs wrapped around him tightly. Frances & Drago Then he was all the way inside her and for a long moment was still. She felt the tingling reach up into her belly. Slowly he began to move, gently at first with long smooth strokes which made Frances moan, then picking up tempo, until he was slamming into her like a triphammer. With each thrust, Frances could only moan and utter small whimpers: "Oh Drago...Oh Drago..." Finally, she will take it no more. "Stop! Drago, please, stop!" she cried. His body came to a rest against her; he was still hard inside her. Frances looked up at him. In the light of the fireplace, the fine patina of sweat covering his face and chest glowed copper. "Are you all right, darling? "Would you like me to fuck you some more?" She nodded her head slowly. "Yes but slowly. Love me with your cock," Frances said softly. Anybody would have agreed that it was a beautiful sight: Brown on black becoming one. Frances felt that even if her husband saw them, he would not have noticed them, for she felt her body one with Drago’. Frances was on the bottom, lying on her back with her eyes closed, her short black hair touching the floor, her legs spread wide and held high with her toes pointed to the ceiling. She was sighing softly and edging her hips forward as the broad-shouldered powerfully built black Drago who hovered over her was penetrating her with a penis that in the firelight looked like a big, long burning rivet. It was a sight so stunning as their illicitly interlocked bodies moved in the changing light amid the crackling sounds of burning logs. It was a sight that Frances thought her husband would have love until he would recognized the familiar shape of her thighs and see the big, black, long and powerful penis oozing in and out of her pussy, provoking her pleasurable sighs and pounding back her buttocks. Slowly, with sensuous twitchings and murmurings, the lovers subsided out of the giant stride of fucking until they lay still and exhausted. Drago tried to roll off her, but Frances' body crept after him, not wanting to let go of his cock. Frances shuddered as she pressed hard against his long, hairless ebony body, keeping his still hard cock inside her; she felt all pussy now, so sensitive and alive to his living, sensitive flesh. Frances and Drago lay glued together, illicit passion slowly ebbing to a tender residue of completion. After a time, Frances lifted her head to gaze into his face still taking his cock in her pussy. Her eyes were seeing, her mouth tender. "You were so good to me. I love you, Drago. I want you close to me. . .deep inside me. Always. . ."" she said, finding it necessary to whisper the words because they were so fraught with great love and lust. Frances placed a fingertip on his mouth, traced the softened line of his lip. She leaned to kiss him, her mouth softer than his. She could taste the smell of her pussy; it excited her, faintly but warmly, as it gave her the immediate sensory memory of what he had done to her with his mouth. Then Drago had to ask. "Are you really glad we fucked? Do you want me to fuck you always?" Frances laid her cheek on his chest, seeking the wiry brush of hairiness against her skin. She moved one hand to his crotch, to cradle warmly his still erect cock, his balls with his cock still deeply inside her. "Yes. I love you. I love your...your cock, your balls, I love everything about you, your mouth, your cock, your cum and all. Take me again, Drago. Fuck me again." Drago smiled and he put his hand on her pussy to begin again the joyous fucking. Drago stood up, and pulling out his cock inside her, and pulled her up. Standing close to each other, "I love you Frances," he said. Frances felt his warmth flowing into her, as she clung to him. His hard cock poked against her belly. Frances' hand dropped to encircle him again. He was still hard and moist in her fingers. "Drago! Drago!" she cried. Drago stared into her eyes for a long moment. "I want to fuck you on my bed." Then lifting her under the arms, he raised her into the air before him. Automatically, her legs widened encircling his waist tightly, then slowly lowered her onto him. It seemed as if, he were thrusting a burning rod into her heart. Still standing, still holding her, he began to move slowly inside her. The Morning After There were faint bruised on her breasts where Drago had squeezed and sucked them, but they could not be seen in dim light, and in the daytime a little body makeup would cover them. She placed her hand on her pubis and gently parting the soft black hair, examined herself critically. Her pussy felt heavy and swollen and seemed slightly red and irritated. A faint tingling went through her as she thought how Drago had fucked her with his magnificent 10-inches of manhood, how she felt so full with his cock all night long, in her pussy or in her mouth. Always, she remembered that his majestic and imperial cock was always inside her, flooding her with his cum. She could still taste him for she cannot remember the number of times he fed her with his semen into her hungry mouth. Nor could count the number of many times Drago came deeply inside her greedy pussy. She never dreamed that she could take all of his mighty cock inside her...in her pussy...or in her mouth. She never dreamed that that her pussy overflowed with his cum or that she could eat a lot of semen. She could never dream that she could cum as many times as she had with Drago. But she did. With Drago. Not with her husband. Or with any other man or lover. And she did likewise never saw Drago' cock grow limp from all their love-making. Rather she always saw him hot and hard. So hard but gratifying; so unmerciful but so overflowing with cum; so untiring and unrelentless but caring. Frances & Jeb It was their wedding anniversary, and Frances and her husband planned to spend two nights at a beach hotel in Olongapo. They left on a Friday afternoon and reached the beach hotel at 3 p.m. They spend the whole afternoon swimming on the beach. By twilight, they made long, passionate love in their room. They had dinner at the dinner hall cum disco after a tiring love-making. The deejay played mostly slow, sweet music mixed with a some disco music on the side since the place was more for honeymooners, lovers and American sailors. Most of the couples were still in their swimsuits usually topped off by a T-shirt or a loose blouse. Frances came in wearing a revealing white swimsuit topped off by a T-shirt while her husband was in his swimsuit topped off too by a T-shirt. It was in the disco that they met Jeb. Jeb was a single American Negro airman, 35 years of age, 6'2" on a vacation in the Philippines. Jeb came from a swim and he was wearing a white bikini trunks. Jeb was by his lonesome at the bar of the disco. There were only three pairs of couples in the disco and Jeb. Jeb got attracted to Frances immediately when she and her husband entered the disco at about 7:30 p.m. Jeb watched the loving couple dance, talk and drink in the disco. Loud disco music was coming out of the disco. And after an hour, he finally got the courage. He approached their table and asked Frances's husband if he could take her for a dance. The husband said it was fine with him if it was fine with her. It was fine to her for Frances instantly found Jeb an attractive black stud. Also, Frances was already loaded for they were having a good time. Jeb and Frances hied off to the dance floor where they danced for about 15 minutes. Back at their table, Jeb asked if he could treat them for a drink for being such a nice pair of couple. The couple acquiesced. Frances noticed that Jeb was always trying to look at her everytime her husband was not looking. The two men started working on a brandy bottle that Jeb ordered with him ordering a red wine for Frances. Sometimes they left Jeb alone on the table as the couple danced to the seductive music. When the couple were not dancing, Jeb would ask Frances to a dance no longer caring to ask her husband. Always, Frances obliged. In the dance floor, they held each other like new acquaintance. Slowly, Jeb began to draw her close to his body. Frances's body pliantly followed the subtle pressure of his arms. Slowly too Jeb released his left hand and wrapped it on her back. Frances put both of her hands on his massive chest. Since Jeb was a six footer, Frances felt his hard cock brushing her against her breast. Frances felt like she was embracing a big cock. Frances could feel the bigness and hardness of Jeb's on her breast. She allowed him to brush his cock to her body. Until Frances asked him that they go back. But it was a tiring day for the husband. The long drive. The violent love making they had. And now the brandy. "I think we have to leave," said Butch, who was now tipsy. "Would you mind if I have the last dance with your wife, brother? I could escort her to your room afterwards. And don't worry, I'll take care of the bill." asked Jeb. "Uh, well okay. How about you Frances?" asked Butch. "Well, if it's okay with you, I could go after this dance," said Frances. "Okay, Jeb. Just escort her after your last dance," said Butch as he started for their room. In the background, sweet, sexy music played. "Shall we?" asked Jeb as he offered his hands to Frances. Frances took his massive hand and they went to the dance floor. Jeb held Frances close to his big body as the sweet and soulful tune blared through the now darkened disco. The alcohol of her daiquiri has long since warmed her body and has now gone into her head. Frances let Jeb held her tightly. Then Jeb aggressively put his left hand into the small of her back slowly kneading it. Frances meanwhile closed her eyes as the alcohol and the sensation of Jeb's kneading took over her body. Jeb intentionally slowly pressed and rubbed his fully erect cock against her. Frances felt Jeb's big cock in her tummy as Jeb kept rubbing it seductively on her body. His hand slowly travelled down from the small of her back to her ass. Frances slowly sighed as she felt his left hand held her ass tightly and rubbing it as the music seems to never end. Jeb felt her soft ass behind her smiwsuit. The alcohol and the hard cock rubbing at her tummy made her cling tightly to Jeb and place her head on his huge breast. They kept on dancing slowly and closely. Frances grind her pussy on his leg as they danced. Frances could just feel his cock so close to her. And dreamily, Frances let him take her in the dance. Frances could feel her pussy getting sticky. Frances clung on tightly thinking only of the cock rubbing against her tummy and the man fondling her ass. The thought of her drunk husband now sleeping heavily in their hotel room was farthest from her mind. Frances felt her legs giving in as she felt herself getting wet. "Jeb, I have to go back to my husband," Frances whined, trying hard to stifle her aroused state. "Yes, we'll leave now," said Jeb knowingly. He led her by the hand out of the darkened dancing floor while Frances followed him meekly in a trance-like state and to their table. Unknown to her, he had earlier paid the chit knowing full well that Frances was longing to be made love to. Jeb wrapped his huge black hand around Frances's waist as he led her out of the disco. They walk towards Frances's room while Jeb kept his hand around her waist. Frances let his arm hold her waist. As they stopped in front of her room, Jeb and Frances look at each other. In front of her husband's room, Jeb suddenly turned to Frances amd squeezed one of her breast. At the same time, he suddenly kissed Frances deeply. "Jeb....", Frances tried to stop him while Jeb's tongue kept probing her mouth. Frances pushed Jeb and said, "Please no." Jeb forcefully kissed her again. But like a bitch in heat, Frances responded to Jeb's probing tongue and the huge bulge at his crotch that he kept on poking into her. They broke off the embrace with both of them feeling guilty and yet incredibly turned on. Jeb opened the door which her husband left unlocked. Inside they saw Butch already sleeping in his drunken and tired state. At once, Jeb again pulled Frances to him and gave her again a deep, long probing kiss. His tongue probed her mouth while Frances tried to fight it off vainly until she yielded willingly to his intruding tongue. Their tongue wrapped each other in a frenzied state. His tongue travelled down her neck. "Jeb, no! Not here!" Frances whispered while pushing him off. Jeb pulled her strongly to him and again wrapped her in his huge arms and started kissing her again. "Jeb, no. Please," Frances whispered. "Let's go to my room," as Jeb took her hand and dragged her off to his room. Jeb quickly unlocked his room's door and inside he wrapped Frances in a tight embrace. He started licking her neck. "Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes..." Frances moaned with carnal lust. With Jeb kissing her neck, Frances's hungrily groped for his cock under his swimsuit, an entirely different cock she has never touched or seen before. Jeb lifted her up and laid her down to his waiting bed. Frances was already on fire and kept on licking hungrily at Jeb's neck as he carried her. Jeb started taking off his T-shirt and swimsuit. Frances helped him by pulling out his cock out of his swimsuit. Frances was hungry for the big, black cock which had been rubbing into her tummy. When finally Frances freed it, she held it tightly in her left hand. It was long, shiny and black standing proudly at 8 inches. It was the first black cock Frances ever saw in her whole life. Frances never for moment thought that she could take it in her cunt. Hungrily Frances took it into her cock-hungry mouth while Jeb moaned deeply while removing the rest of his clothes. Frances licked the whole length of Jeb's cock like she has never sucked a cock like before. Not even her husband's cock. Frances kept on masturbating the long, black cock as she kept on sucking and licking it. Frances felt Jeb's body stiffened. Frances knew that he would cum any moment. But Frances never cared and just kept on sucking and beating Jeb's cock with abandoned. Jeb knew too that he was coming and he could not hold it back. It was simply a marvelous suck he had ever experienced. Removing her mouth from his glistening, arrogant, black cock, Frances cooed, "Cum in my mouth." "Yes. You suck so good," Jeb moaned as he held her head closer to his cock making her swallow it all. He let out a hiss and kept on coming. Jeb spurted his sperm in Frances's hungry mouth. Frances tried to swallow it all not wanting to waste any of it. But it was just simply too long and big, and Jeb kept on coming like a flood. Frances'ss face was covered with globs of Jeb's cum as she tried to wipe it off with her hands and lick it back hungrily. Frances had never experienced so much cum in her mouth. But Frances kept on sucking and swallowing Jeb's cum to prevent herself from gagging. At last, Frances sucked the last drop of his cum. But Jeb's cock did not go limp. He hastily removed her T-shirt and swimsuit to reveal her lusting body. Immediately, Jeb began eating her already wet cunt. His long tongue was simply like another cock entering her. Frances held his head tightly close to her cunt. Frances wanted to lie down. "Yes...yes...yes..." Frances moaned. Suddenly, Frances gave out a shudder and kept on coming. Frances kept on shaking her head from side to side as the sensation, like waves, kept on coming. "Jeb, I want your cock! Fuck me now honey! Fuck me please!" Frances cried. Slowly, Jeb mounted her. Jeb steadily put his long, black cock inside her wet pussy. He pumped his cock into her steadily like a long drill going in and out of her pussy. Frances groaned huskily, "You're so big. Oh, it's so deep. Faster." Frances opened her legs widely to take in all of Jeb's mighty black cock. As Jeb slowly put his cock inside her, Frances tightly wrapped her legs around his waist. Then jabe started to pound her mercilessly with his cock. In a few minutes, Frances started shaking her head from side to side letting her orgasm take over. All the while, Jeb kept on entering her pussy with his long, hard, black cock mercilessly. Jeb, while fucking her kept on saying to her, "You whore, you like a big, long cock inside you don't you." Yes," Frances said. "Fuck me with that long cock. Faster, please, don't remove your cock. Jeb, I want you..." Then Jeb, pulled his cock out of her now dripping cunt. "Please, put it back inside. Please, Jeb. Put it back inside me," Frances pleaded to Jeb. Jeb said, "You have to beg for it, slut. I want you to suck it and kiss it before I'll give you any piece of it." Hastily, Frances rose and again hungrily enveloped his long, black and glistening cock in her starving mouth. Jeb grabbed her hair as she kept sucking his cock. After a few minutes, Jeb satisfied, pulled his cock out of her mouth slowly put it in her pussy again. "Ohhhh, God! You're so big...so good...oh...oh...oh..." Frances kept on moaning as Jeb's cock continued ravishing her pussy. Jeb continued fucking her mercilessly like a perpetual fucking machine. When Jeb started to harden, he took off his cock and Frances hurriedly took it in her mouth and kept on coming inside her mouth. Jeb fucked her once more after a few minutes. It was already three a.m. when Frances left Jeb with the thought that her husband might look for her. Frances staggered back to their room and took off her semen-stained clothes and lied naked beside her sleeping husband. After a few hours, like a dream Frances felt a tongue licking her nipples. In her mind, Frances was thinking that it was again Jeb making love to her. The tongue lazily went down to her cunt, becoming wet again. The thought of Jeb's big, black cock in her earlier, and a tongue licking her pussy made her wet even more. All the while, in her mind she was still making love to the Jeb, giving the whole of her body, her pussy to her new lover. Half awake and dreamily Frances kept on saying, "Yes, yes, yes . . ." Not knowing that it was her husband. Saturday, 9 a.m. Frances woke up at around 9 a.m. and took a long hot bath. Jeb and his big, long, black cock kept on coming back to her mind. Mindlessly, she caressed his pussy and gave a deep sigh. Frances wore her one-piece white bathing suit, deeply cut on the side and the back. It accentuated her bulging cunt. For once Frances felt like a desirable woman. She was also hoping that her husband should not have awaken while she was making love to Jeb. Frances put on over her bathing suit a loose dress and went to the beach side dining hall. Frances saw her husband and her black lover drinking juice near the pool. She greeted them while her secret lover greeted her warmingly. The three transferred to the poolside with the husband not knowing that his wife and their new acquaintance was now his wife lover. Frances took off her robe and laid on the poolside chair to enjoy the sun. Her lover and her husband took the other chairs which put her in the middle. The idea that her lover was beside her with her husband made her pussy wet. "You'll get burned if you won't put some lotion on your body. Mind if I put some on you?", Jeb asked Frances. But she did not reply. "May I?", Jeb asked her husband. "No." Frances turned on her tummy. Her lover poured some of the sun screen on her bare back and started kneading it slowly. She could not help it but be aroused by his big hands. The husband stood up and said he's going into the swimming pool. Her lover started rubbing her on the inside of her legs while slowly brushing her now wet cunt. "Do you want my cock again?" Jeb whispered softly to Frances while her husband was in the pool. Frances nodded. "I'll leave my room open for you so you can have me," Jeb whispered. Frances nodded while Jeb kept on slightly massaging the inside of her thigh and slightly brushing her cunt with the back of his hand and fingers. He stood up immediately and joined Frances's husband in the pool. After lunch, Frances and her husband made love. Frances sucked him deeply and made him cum twice hoping that tonight he will be very tired. And at the back of her mind, to be with her black stud, Jeb. Frances left their room and went to Jeb's room. But Jeb was not in. Frances went back to their room and donned her swimsuit and went down to the beach with her husband sleeping. She saw Jeb taking a swim. "Perhaps you care to join me in the water," Jeb said. He offered his hand and they raced down to the water. After they swam out ways they stopped and treaded water. Jeb reached a strong black hand and place it lightly on her breast. "Jeb, no," Frances moaned. But Jeb kept kneading her nipple and Frances closed her eyes as he let Jeb's hand wander into her bathing suit. When he reached her crotch, pressing hard against her vulva, Frances groaned aloud with desire, "Jeb, pleaseeee." They swam along the shoreline for about half a mile, then Frances followed Jeb across the beach. They walked over the hilly sand dunes as the sun started to set. Suddenly Jeb quickly reached towards Frances and pulled out one of her breast from her swimsuit. "Jeb," Frances shrieked, trying to cover her naked breast. "Take it off," Jeb commanded. "My God, Jeb, there are plenty of people around and my husband might be looking for me." "Who can see? They might see two people up here, but they cannot see what we're doing." Meekly, Frances slowly took off her swimsuit. Jeb did likewise as his black cock sprang out angrily. "Jeb, you're so big and hard," Frances said as he grab Jeb's cock. Jeb's cock slipped in and out of the shadows of her caressing hand. Frances could feel his cock throbbing eagerly. "Lie down," Jeb ordered. "My husband..." Frances said but did not finish. Jeb knelt beside her and placed his short under her ass. Jeb started fingering between her thighs, piercing open the dry lips of her labia, reaching inside of her for the growing wetness he knew he would find. "Spread your legs." Uneasily but curiously, Frances obeyed. "Jeb, I feel people near us and my husband might..." "They won't come close. He won't find us," Jeb said reassuringly. Jeb's finger fucked in and out of her pussy. Her temperature rose and her moistness began to flow. His cock was racing. It had to be quick. "I'm feeling it," Frances sighed as the presence of his thrusting finger shot home. Somewhere close to them, feet kicked casually through the sand. Someone was close. But Jeb's finger continued to work into Frances's pussy. "I've got to cum now Jeb," Frances whispered urgently. "I'm too close to back out. I've got to have it." Quietly, Jeb mounted Frances. "Fuck me now Jeb! I'm dying for your cock! Fuck me, fuck me,"Frances urged. "Let's do it," Jeb replied. He spread her legs and started pumping wildly, not caring about the slaps of their loins. Frances felt Jeb's cock longer and harder than before as it pumped endlessly into her. "Oh...oh...oh...Jeb, you're so good..." Frances kept moaning. Her ass jumped up into him. Frances was coming. Frances's hands grasped his ass tightly and pulled him completely into her pussy as the first blast of his climax splattered silently, gushing her full of his semen in endless waves. They hurried back their room afterward. Frances took a bath and went to the pavilion for their dinner. There they saw Jeb again who invited them to join him for dinner. Frances tried to avoid Jeb's eyes feeling guilty about what they did. After dinner, Jeb ordered drinks while Frances ordered margarita. The wine made her warm and excused herself. Jeb said, "I'll accompany you. Anyway, I have to get my cigarettes. Butch, you wait for me, OK?" "Yes," said Butch. They walked down to her room, quietly. Jeb opened the door for her and immediately Frances pulled him close and kissed him passionately while her right hand held his cock tightly. They went inside and Frances rapidly took off her swim suit. "Fuck me quick, darling and cum in my mouth!", Frances pleaded. He pulled out his throbbing cock and immediately penetrated her now moist pussy. He fucked her fast and hard and let her swallow his cum. He left the room and got his cigarettes. Frances put water on the bath tub and started to bask in warm water. When Jeb accompanied his tipsy husband to the room, Frances was still in the bath tub. Jeb called out for her while he laid down her husband on the bed. Frances went out of the bathroom wrap only in her Japanese bath robe. When they saw that he was fast asleep, Jeb wantonly took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He tore off her bathrobe and reached for her fresh and clean pussy. He laid her on the carpet and started to eat her pussy. Frances bit her hand to prevent himself from screaming wildly with desire. The thought that her lover was eating her pussy beside her sleeping husband made her cum quickly. Jeb took off his clothes and Frances hurriedly reached for his big, black cock with her mouth. Frances sucked him wildly and with abandoned while Jeb put two of his fingers in her wet cunt. Afterward, Frances rode him and guided his cock inside her aching very much to be stuffed with his huge black cock. "Yes, you're cock is so good. It's so deep in me. Yes, fuck me. Make love to me, Jeb!" Frances fell off him exhausted and Jeb turned her around. He took her from behind like a dog making love to a bitch in heat. Jeb carried her semi-naked body to the veranda with his cock still inside her. He sat on the beach chair with her riding his cock inside her pussy. Frances was half conscious and delirious with the pure sensation Jeb's throbbing cock inside her. Jeb turned her over and started fucking her slowly. He let the whole length of his long cock get in and out of her pussy. Frances was very delirious with the uncontrolled pleasure as she kept shaking her violently from side. Frances & Jeb Frances cried with pleasure and beg him to give his cum to her. "Jeb, please. I want your cum in my mouth. Please, Jeb. I want your cum. I want your lovely cock in my mouth. Please, Jeb," Frances begged ecstatically. "You love my cock? You like that big, long black cock inside you?", Jeb teasingly said as he kept on pounding her slowly and deeply. "Yes, yes..." Frances moaned. "Whose cock do you love most, desire most?" Jeb asked as he put his entire cock inside her. "Oh, it so deep," Frances cried. "Answer me!" Jeb demanded as he pulled out his glistening black cock. "Your cock is the best! I love it like no other cock!", Frances cried out as she tried to pull him back inside with her entwined legs around his waist. With that Jeb, pulled out his now glistening cock, held her head and shove it into her mouth. Frances hungrily sucked and licked until finally Jeb gave out a howl and kept on coming inside her mouth. Frances almost gagged but she managed to swallow most of it while some dripped down her mouth. They made love again and before Jeb finally gave her his cock and cum, he laid Frances's love-battered body beside her husband while Jeb masturbated on Frances's face. Frances tried to gobbled up his cum as it splayed on her face and hair. With that Jeb left her just a little before dawn. Frances and Robert Part 1 As I wrote, my wife had an affair with a neighbor when she was 24. This was during a period of time when things were not going very well for us and we were near divorce. I found out about it and quickly put and end to their tryst. As we reconciled I asked questions about this guy and was always told that he was nothing special and that he was just there when she "needed some one" When asked, Fran would tell me she didn't remember his cock size or that he was about the same as me, she guessed. After a couple of years, we started getting more adventurous with our sex life, which led to an ad in a swinger's magazine. That led to a highly erotic relationship with a black gentleman that lasted over a decade and also led to several other encounters. If you desire, read my other post (warning, it is long). It was after our first time with Jack that Fran broke down and told me that "Robert" was in fact a twin of John Holmes, cock wise and she told me different to spare my feelings. After Jack left the area, my wife became a little depressed and started putting on weight. She also stopped the lifestyle and our sex life went down the tubes. It was like she was going through an early menopause. Finally I suggested we get another guy for her. She rejected that idea quickly saying (who would want me now, I'm too old and too fat?) I got on line and went to all the different "dating" sites and showed her how many woman, much older and much heavier than her, that were very active and very much sought after in the lifestyle. She said that she would think about it. I did notice that she immediately perked up and for the first time in over a year, initiated sex that evening. During our love session, I told her that I knew where her lover, Robert had moved and I also knew that he had divorced recently. She looked at me quizzically and asked why I had brought that up. I told her, that perhaps it would be easier for her to contact someone she was already familiar with. Her words and her description burned in my mind all these years. I wanted to see if she had exaggerated his size, surely she had to have! She quickly rejected that idea, but I gave her his phone number, just in case she changed her mind. Part 2 A few weeks went by when I received a phone call on my cell. Fran was breathing hard as she said, "I can't believe I did this. I called Robert and told him what we wanted to do. He was shocked, but I reminded him about how he had suggested telling you about us all those years ago, and how we could maybe have a threesome. He said he would think about it and get back to me. Oh God I can't believe I did this?" A few days later he called her back and said that he would like to get together, but with only her at first. She told him no, that I had to be there. He hesitated then agreed. Fran told him that I would call him back and set everything up. Fran was extremely nervous but also excited and giddy as she told me about her phone call. She practically raped me that evening. The next day, I did better than call him, I saw his car in his driveway and I stopped and rang his doorbell. When he answered, I saw that he had aged and now appeared to be a little heavier than all those years ago. He recognized me immediately and really seemed to be quite afraid that I was there to kill him. I assured him that wasn't the case and he invited me in. We spoke for awhile. Me telling him why I wanted to do this and he telling me why he had divorced. It seems his wife had cheated on him and he couldn't bring himself to forgive her. What irony, I thought. Anyway, he wanted to get together at his house since he lived alone, but I said no, we would meet at a near by city restaurant and then go to a nearby hotel. Yes, the same one that was in my other story. We made the date for two weeks from that point. I told him that I would call or stop by with the directions and times later in the week. We shook hands and I could see that he was still nervous, as I left. I was convinced that he would back out. I told Fran about my meeting with Robert, when she came home from work and she pounded me with all the usual questions. I answered them and told her that we were on for two weeks from Friday. Part 3 A couple of days later, I gave Robert driving directions and a time of 7:00 PM to meet us in the lounge. He seemed a little more at ease and again shook my hand as I left. Hmmm maybe he would show after all. Two weeks went by quickly and we were getting ready to start our drive when Fran came out of the bathroom. She had really made herself up and looked gorgeous. She had also lost some weight the last couple of weeks and looked about 10 years younger. This was doing wonders for her. We checked into the room and it was a lot like I remembered from 18 years before with the lights and windows and round bed, etc. The only thing different now, was that they had a large screen TV and a large Jacuzzi bathtub in the room. Fran really liked that touch. We went down to the lounge and at 7:00 PM, no Robert. I figured that he was a no show when I saw him walking into the doorway at about 7:20 PM. He apologized saying that he got a little lost on his way here. He just kept staring at Fran and telling her how good she looked after all these years. Some small talk and a couple of drinks and I suggested that he wait about 20 minutes before he came to the room. He got the room number and we headed off to the room to prepare. On the way back to the room, Fran remarked that Robert looked about the same but just a little heavier. I teased her saying, "Maybe his cock has gotten heavier also!" She gave me a puzzled look and then it appeared as though the light bulb in her head went on and she remembered his "thing". Her eyebrows went up and she half smiled and replied, "Maybe, you never know." Fran went into the bathroom and ran her bath. I quickly checked out the window and saw couples and some threesomes sitting on their balconies, in the dark. I could also see what appeared to sexual activity in some of the rooms. I, once again, opened the drapes so that everyone, who wanted, could share in our night. While Al was still in the bathroom, there was a knock at the door. I found Robert at the door. He was about 3 minutes early. He and I went into the bedroom. He was somewhat overwhelmed by the lights and music and the round bed. He just kind of stood there and looked around in awe. Because it was so dark outside or because he was hypnotized by the room, he didn't notice the drapes drawn wide open. Fran exited the bathroom and was a little surprised that Bobby was there already but she walked over to him and they kissed. You could tell he was a somewhat shy with me being there and he looked around for me but I had already sat down in the chair, by the windows. The bed lights, as they were called, really prevented anyone from seeing anything out side of the bed area. He must have thought that I had left the room because he became much more passionate with Fran. Part 4 His hands were all over her and in seconds he had removed her peignoir. He was massaging and kissing her breasts as he told her that they were much bigger than he remembered. She was unbuttoning his shirt as he quickly undid his belt and pants and let them fall to the floor. They were standing naked, pressed together, while kissing and rubbing each other at the side of the bed. I still hadn't seen his reputedly prolific phallus yet. Fran and Bobby fell into bed still in an embrace. Fran rolled over onto her back and Bobby knelt between her legs. He was kissing her thighs when he spread his legs a little. Whoa!! From behind I could see a large nut sack that had to hang down good 5 or so inches. It looked like he had two extra large eggs in there. This guys set of balls looked like it should have been attached to a pony. As he crawled slowly up towards Fran I got glimpses of what appeared to be a very, very large and thick cock swaying back and forth in front of that nut sack. He licked and tongued Fran's pussy for a few minutes when I heard Fran say something and they switched positions. Fran got on top of him in a 69 position. I was fixated to his groin region. This guy was a mutant. Here was this short puke and he appeared to have a third leg attached to him. Fran grabbed his cock and started stroking it. She used two hands to circle the thing. She licked and stuffed what she could into her mouth and let a lot of saliva fall down the shaft. She held his cock in her hands and looked in the direction of where I was sitting and kind of lustily smiled at me while she raised on eyebrow as if saying, "Now you know why I fucked him so many times!" As he got harder I noticed a very pronounced curve to his cock. I also agreed with Fran. This guy's cock was a dead ringer for John Holmes'. I started wondering, "How the hell does my wife keep attracting large cocks?" I laughed to myself, thinking that there was no way that Fran wouldn't think " I " was the one who was different, that I just had a small cock. All we ever saw was big thick cocks. Part 5 I was broken out of my thoughts by Fran who had shifted positions and was now straddling Bobby's midsection. She raised her self well up and off of him, placed the tip of his cock at her entrance (God it looked like she could have used a ladder to help) and then slowly lowered her self down onto that massive penis. It took a couple of minutes but she was able to take the whole thing. I have no idea how, or where she put it, but after a few minutes she was slamming down the entire length of that thick shaft. She was screaming about how good it felt and he was asking her if she still thought it was better than her husbands? Fran moaned "Oh God, much better. I had forgotten how good you feel?" Uh, Fran, apparently lost in the moment, forgot that I was here? Anyway, Fran raised her self fully up on him and started rocking slowly and seductively. Her head was bent backwards as Bobby massaged and sucked on her tits. She used her left hand to caress and fondle his huge balls. I could clearly see her wedding ring shine in those lights. I heard Fran tell him how much she loved his balls, that she really loved big balls. She than leaned back onto him and they stared fucking at a furious pace. When she let go of his nuts they actually hung all the way down to the bed. I could see her cunt lips, stretched grotesquely around his cock, being pulled outward then pushed inward at each thrust. Now he was slamming up into her as she equaled his force slamming down. I noticed that his balls would flop upwards at his thrusts and slap against Fran's ass. This would give a double sound as first their pelvis would slap together then his balls would slap against her. Man this was something to see and hear. Their thrusts became shorter and quicker and I could hear Robert saying that he was going to cum. Fran was moaning, "Give it to me" over and over. It was a couple of seconds later when I saw his balls start to contract and pull up tight to his body and it looked like his cock vibrated as he slammed deeply into Fran and held himself there. I could see his testicles continue to spasm as he obviously unloaded deep into Fran's cunt. They kissed for a second or two and then Fran slowly raised her self off of Bobby's quickly softening cock. As the head started to appear, a thick glob of cum flowed down his cock across his balls and onto the bed sheets. As Fran fell onto her back, she had her legs spread and she played with herself I noticed several large globs of cum followed by what appeared to be a river of clear cum, flowing down her ass cheeks and onto the bed. Man she wasn't kidding when she told me he came a lot. I was just in awe. Part 6 They kissed and caressed for awhile when he finally got hard enough to fuck again. This time he got on top and really pounded her into several screaming orgasms. His cock really splayed her cunt and the view when he was thrusting into her was simply put, amazing. You could see that thick shaft coming out, see the very pronounced curve then watch the entire thing disappear into her depths. You could also see and hear his nuts slap against her on each thrust. How I wished I could have video taped it or at least took some pictures. This session concluded rather quickly. When he pulled that thing out of Fran, you could actually see her gaping opening for a couple of seconds. Another large load of cum, more stains for the sheets. They kissed, he got dressed we said our good nights and he went to his room with the understanding that he would be over in the morning to say "goodbye". After he left, I came back into the room and Fran was still nude and kneeling in the bed. She told me to get undressed and get in with her. I quickly did and she was all over me a said. "Did you like what you saw? I told you he was big. Did you see his balls, God they are so nice. Did you like seeing me fuck him? I just answered by asking, "Did you like fucking him again." Fran didn't answer she just kissed me very hard while grabbing my hand and placing it on her swollen and battered womanhood. Both of their fluids were still flowing as she got on me and quickly fucked me to an orgasm. There is no way on this planet Fran even felt me slightly up inside of her, no way!! Bobby came to the room, as scheduled, the next morning and I watched as they fucked and sucked their way to tumultuous orgasms again. Her cunt actually seemed to crave his cock. Her labia appeared to cling to it. I swear, for what ever it is worth, I swear her cunt was made for his cock. We agreed to meet again and in fact she probably fucked him on 20 or 30 more occasions afterwards. He just recently moved out of the area, so that ended that but Fran did measure him once with a cloth tape. He was just under 11" in length and at his thickest point (about 5 inches below the tip) he was just under 8" around. Now I Bob's know about John Holmes reported 14" cock. But this thing was a twin if ever I saw one.