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Interlude

By: XFALLNANGLWLFX



I was just thinking about last night, and was remembering every detail. It started out so innocent and where it ended I just can't believe. 

Meeting you for the first time, seeing you in that dress, I thought this must be a dream. Then when you walked over to my table and sat down I knew it was real. Your gleaming eyes, your beautiful smile, and the smell of the air around you. Immediately I was intoxicated. 

As we ordered our meals and sipped on our drinks I could see that you where something special. Innocent yet wild, quiet yet roaring with passion. I could see the flush in your cheeks and I knew that there was something you wanted to say but didn't know if you should. I remember asking you to tell me, and what you said. "This is the first time I have done anything like this. Meeting a man whom I've never seen before." I remember assuring you that this is only a friendship dinner, and that I just wanted to see the real person that I have known for so long now.

As we ate our meals I remember the feeling of your foot brushing against my leg, and the sensation that it sent through my body. I remember the feel as I touched your hand and felt you for the first time. The feel of your skin the first time I ran my fingers down your arm. And then our first kiss. Soft and gentle, your lips as soft as the petals of a rose. Though unexpected, neither of us pulling away.

When our dinners where finished, do you remember what happened next? I asked if there was anything you would like to do. All you said was that you would like to get to know me better. I suggested a walk, and you just said no. I suggested going to my room, and you said yes.

I remember as we left the restaurant you took my arm and leaned close to me as if it where the most natural thing. To me it was. Holding you this close to me just felt so right. As we strolled to the elevator I could smell your hair, your skin, and remember how your fragrance once again intoxicated me.

Then when we arrived at my room, the bit of surprise I saw in your eyes. I know you didn't expect a room with a Jacuzzi, but I also remember seeing the delight also. As you sat on the foot of the bed, I asked you if you would like to relax in the tub. It felt like such a foolish thing to say, but you said you would enjoy that very much. As I began filling the tub and you began to undress I saw you in all your beauty for the first time. I was in awe. Slowly you stepped in testing the water, then letting your whole body slip into the tub. All I could do was stare.

Slowly I approached kneeling behind you. Caressing your hair, your neck, your shoulders. Feeling the warmth of your skin. A slight moan escaped your lips, letting me now that this pleasured you. Slowly tracing my fingers across your neck and slowly down your chest. Brushing my finger tips lightly across you breasts feeling your nipples stiffen under my touch. Gently kissing the nape of your neck, your shoulders, your lips.

You then stepped out of the Jacuzzi, glistening with pearls of water rolling down your skin. I wrapped you in a towel and took you in my arms and kissed your gentle lips. Lifting you I carried you to the bed and laid you down telling you to lay on your stomach. Removing the towel I began massaging your body. Starting at your neck and slowly working my way to your shoulders, and slowly down your back. Giving gentle kisses on your neck and shoulders. Tasting your sweet flesh. As I work my way down your body caressing and massaging, my fingers slide between your cheeks brushing slightly against your hole. I feel it tighten just a bit, but a small moan of pleasure escapes you. I continued down your body, your thighs, your calves your feet, your toes.

Then it was time to lay on your back. As I began to work my way back up your body I could see the desire in your eyes. Slowly working my way up your legs, your thighs, brushing your most intimate areas with my finger tips. I felt your desire rise with each little touch. Running my fingers across your stomach, between your breasts, brushing my fingers across your nipples and feeling them stiffen under my touch. 

Do you remember me slowly sliding my finger between your folds? Feeling your clit throb and your juices begin to flow. I do. I remember that first taste when I touched my lips to that most intimate part of your body. The taste of your nectar. Sliding my tongue down your slit and pushing it as deep into you as I can.

Our desire for each other was so high then. We both knew that there was no turning back. Slowly you pulled me up to you and the words you said to me still ring in my ears. "I need you now, there is no turning back." Slowly I entered you feeling your muscles grip me and try to draw me in. But you knew that I would go slow just to create pleasure out of need. Slowly I began to gain a rhythm, slow long strokes quickening each time. Drawing us both to the place where we wanted to be. I was getting close, but you stopped me. Rolling me over on my back you mounted me taking my full length deep into you and moaning with pleasure. As your pace quickened I could tell that you where close to climax and I wanted to be there with you. With your hands on my chest all control was gone and the eruption of both our orgasms exploded. 

Slowly you laid your head on my chest, exhausted we both fell into a light sleep listening to each others breathing. 

In the morning I woke and you where gone. Where you a dream or my interlude?

Interlude 11-77



Their jobs both took them on long business trips fairly frequently. She knew herself how lonely and boring being cooped up in a hotel room could be. Folks who didn't travel a lot for a living thought it was glamorous to jet about from town to town. In reality, it got old. Hell, even Las Vegas was boring after the 20th visit (that is, if he wasn't there with her).

She knew that earlier in his career days, he occasionally snuck into a strip club while traveling, just to kill some time and get some relatively cheap thrills. He had admitted as much, though he didn't fess up when she pushed him for details of what he liked to do in those establishments. On one trip with some of her coworkers, they had made a co-ed visit to a strip club, an up-scale one at that. She had run into one of the strippers in a hallway leading to the bathroom, and was amazed how someone who could look so good on stage in low light could look so bad in normal light.

One day while daydreaming in front of the computer screen at work (thinking about how his dick would feel so much better in her hand instead of the damned mouse, actually), she decided that it would be nice to give him something to keep him occupied on the road, to keep him from considering taking a look at those skanks. A video of her, made by her, just to keep him entertained. She spent most of the rest of the afternoon planning it out.

When she got home, she went to work on her bedroom. He had never been there. It had been an unwritten law between them that all encounters would take place on 'neutral' territory. There were complications that could arise if that rule was violated. Just made things easier ...

The bed got stripped, and in place of the everyday linens came a set of dark maroon colored satin sheets and pillow cases. They rarely had ever been used, but this seemed like a good time. There was plenty of indirect lighting in the room, but she moved a couple of floor lamps into better positions. 

Curtains drawn closed. She wasn't afraid of snoopers, but it sure wouldn't do to have a neighbor's kid see what she was about to do! 

She pulled two cameras out of her pile of computer equipment. Both were new wireless HD units she had purchased to play around with. They both operated from a single small handheld remote, small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Well, they'll get a workout tonight! Shooting two different angles and zooms will give her ample material to edit together with the new software she had purchased. Supposedly the program will allow her to author a two angle DVD, so he can switch from one view to the other. She'll be producing her very own porn feature film!

With everything set, she checks the view from each camera, adjusting the light positions a bit to better address the areas she expected to be in. Camera A is positioned at the foot of the bed. It is up at eye level, so is looking down on the bed a bit. Depending upon the zoom, it can cover the whole bed, or close up on where she would be laying. Camera B is set up on a chest off to the left side of the bed. It can cover the length of the bed, or close up on her face. She checks the flat screen TV. It has been set up to receive the wireless signals from the cameras, using a split screen to show both inputs. She will be able to easily see what is being captured.

Then, off to the shower to clean the work day off and get prepared. A long hot session under the soothing jets of water was just the thing to melt off the frustrations of the work week. She paid careful attention to using the razor, getting her legs baby butt smooth. She trimmed up her pubic 'do. Normal life had allowed it to resume its natural look. The new blade in the cutting implement made it a short process to go back to the V design she preferred for their carnal encounters. The base of the V rested right above her clitoris. All of the hair below that is now gone, leaving her labia wonderfully bare and smooth. 

After toweling off, she heads to the makeup mirror. For this evening, a slightly slutty look would be in order. Very dark, sweeping eye shadow, ruby red lipstick, and a slight rouge blush are applied. She teases her hair up a bit, giving the top a bit of volume, while the ends drape over her shoulders. The woman looking back at her from the mirror looks pretty damn good, she must admit.

She walks back into the bedroom, and gives the camera setup a quick once over. Satisfied, she walks to the kitchen, and pours herself a large glass of her favorite wine. The alcohol should make this easier. Nervousness ate at her a bit, she had not knowingly performed like this on camera before. Although she really wanted to do this, her slightly shy nature would have to be shelved in order to give the vocal performance he would like. Even the naked jaunt into the kitchen was a bit out of character for her. Being slightly tipsy would certainly help!

She refills the wine glass, and takes it with her back to the bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she tells herself it is all for him, and she will give him a performance he will like, hopefully several times.

She starts the cameras. There is no worry about capturing boring stuff, that was what editing was for. No worries about tape length. These cameras were streaming wirelessly to a computer hard drive, where there was enough storage for hours and hours of video.

Sitting on the edge of her bed, she looks into Camera A. "Hi there. This is a little surprise I thought up for you. We both spend too much time on the road. I wanted you to be thinking of me during those boring hours, not some slut wrapped around a pole in a bar somewhere."

"You really ought to be alone when you view this. If any of your buds are around, please stop this and start it again later, when you are in a more private setting. I don't mind sharing myself with you, but no one else, please."

"Now, strip off all of your clothes, and get comfortable. You might want some lotion nearby, if you know what I mean."

She stands and walks over to the chest, opens the second to the top drawer, and looks up into the camera. "This is where I keep lingerie I wear just for you. No one else. Let's see what is in here."

"Do you want to see me in black tonight? Or White? I had burgundy, but you've already been using those, haven't you," she winks at the camera. "I think white. After all, I am a virgin at doing this video thing."

Out of the drawer come white thigh highs, a white waist cincher, a very sheer white bra, and some white satin panties. She holds them up in front of the camera, running her fingers through the delicate fabrics. "Like these, don't you?" she asks the camera.

Moving back over to the foot of the bed, she takes a seat on it. Using the small remote, she zooms Camera A until it frames her upper torso. She rubs the smooth nylon of the stockings against her cheek. "I really like how these feel against my skin. Should I put them on for you?"

She takes one stocking, and bunches it up. Her knee is pulled up to her chest as she sits, allowing her to pull the bundled up nylon over the toes of her right foot. She slowly inches the material up her ankle, then over her calf, sliding over the knee, and then fully stretches it out at mid-thigh. The non-slip material in the band holds it in place against her skin. Right leg drops, and the left one comes up. Looking into the camera, she winks at it. The other stocking is gathered up and slides over her left foot. Ever so slowly, it inches up until it reaches the knee. The leg extends, and she finishes pulling it into place, matching the one on the right leg. The nylon material is very smooth, the bands adorned with intricate lace holding the delicate material in place. 

She stands, and faces away from Camera A. Using the remote, she zooms the lens out so that it catches her from head to foot. Looking back over her right shoulder, she asks the lens "How do they look? Are the seams straight? Can't have any crooked seams, can we?"

Picking up the waist cincher, she bends over and pulls it over her feet. Slowly she pulls it up over her legs, wiggling a bit to help it over her curves. It settles into place just above her hips, its top frill riding over her navel, the bottom edge just above the top of her pubic hairdo. With a small movement, it is centered, the little rose winding up as a garnish for her belly button. The garment is tight on her, it does give a bit of slimming effect. However, the stretch material is not terribly restrictive, and not at all uncomfortable. 

Two garters drop straight down the front of her thighs just on either side of her deep V. One at a time, she carefully attaches the clips to the top bands of the nylons. Two more straps ride over the outside of her hips, these aren't too bad to attach. 

"You know, before we reconnected, I didn't care for lingerie like this very much. I didn't see the point. I knew you liked it, so I wore things like this our first couple of times just to please you."

The last two straps cross over her supple ass cheeks. To attach them, she has to raise one leg at a time and rest her foot on the bed. These are difficult to close properly, it has to be done by feel as they are out of sight. 

"I started to like wearing them. I love how they look on me, how they accent my body. The different shapes, the different colors, they all serve to enhance how I look. I know you like them on me. I see how you get excited when you see me in them. I know how you love to rub up against the stockings. That wonderful smooth swishing they make when my legs rub together is so sexy, don't you think?"

She grabs the satin panties off of the bed, and stoops over to pull them up over her feet. She makes a show of pulling them up into place, adjusting them so they fit just right. Once again, she turns her back to the camera, and slides her hands over her ass to smooth out the slick fabric.

"Something else I couldn't figure out is why bother with panties? They just ended up being pulled off, one way or another. Then the light bulb went off. Half the fun is putting them on, seeing how they look on me, and seeing what reaction I get from that little monster between your legs. It's fun taking them off, no matter which of us do it, or occasionally leaving them on and just pushing them to the side a bit."

Using the remote, she zooms and pans the camera down for a close up of her mid section. She runs her hands over the panties and garter straps. Turning around, she smoothes the material of the cincher and panties, and makes some small adjustments to their placement. In reality, they are fine, but she knows that this will drive him wild.

"Do you like watching me do this? It turns you on to watch me put on sexy lingerie like this, doesn't it. It definitely turns me on. I can feel myself starting to get wet already. It would be nice if you were here to help me do this."

"Are you getting hard yet? I hope so. You can reach down and grab it, if you wish. I don't mind. Just don't stroke it yet, we've got a long way to go yet."

She pans the camera up a bit, and focuses on her chest. Reaching back, she picks the bra up off the bed. The undergarment is wrapped around her chest, and hooked. She slides it around her torso, so the cups are beneath her breasts. Her arms slide under the straps. The cups slide up and over the mounds of flesh. Sliding her right hand under her left breast, she adjusts it to fit into the cup correctly. Repeating with her left hand, the right breast finds its home. A slight shake of the torso just to get everything seated well. 

"I like this bra. Notice how the cups completely cover my tits, but the fabric doesn't hide anything. See my nipples? Do you see how they contrast with the pale skin around them? They look good, don't they? You want to touch them, don't you?"

The bra indeed doesn't hide anything. The very sheer fabric of the cups puts a slight white haze over the breasts, but nothing is left hidden. Her nipples, which had started out soft, had started to harden as the material was dragged over them. They now stood out at half mast, their sharp outline fully visible. 

She leans forward giving the camera a good close shot of her cleavage. Her hands come up to the sides of her breasts, and push the orbs towards each other. The hands move is a circular motion a bit, rubbing the sides of her cleavage against each other.

"I wish you could put your face right here, right between my girls. I love to smother you, to caress your face with their softness. Your face belongs right here, doesn't it?"

Her chest stars moving side to side a bit. The sight of her breasts, open and begging for his touch, is incredible. She looks over at the monitor as she continues to shake. What a view! She had no idea that could look so hot.

Stopping the side to side movements, her hands cup underneath each breast. The index fingers move up and start to lightly circle around her areola.

"You love my nipples. I know you do. Watch my fingers, and imagine they are yours. See how the tips get harder as I tease them? It turns me on so much when you do this. My breasts tingle when you touch them like this. They ache for you to touch them. I love it when you pinch my nipples. When you use your hands to squeeze my breasts. When you play with them. When you use them to excite yourself. I like you to squeeze them hard. Pinch my nipples hard. My tits are yours, you can use them any way you want. Damn, that makes me hot."

She moves back and sits on the edge of the bed. The camera frames her from head to waist. Her hands bounce her tits up and down a bit.

"I've got a secret to tell you about my girls. When you are playing with them, and you start sucking them, I get so excited. I can almost cum just from you sucking on my nipples. They are so sensitive. When I look down at you with my nipple in your mouth, I wish I could give you milk. I wish I could give you my milk, to reward you for sucking me so well. I'd love to share that part of me with you. I'd love to fill your mouth with sweet milk from my breasts. I wish you could have that part of me. My years for doing that sort of thing are past ... that's too bad, because I think you'd enjoy it as much as I would. I'm getting even wetter, wishing you could be here, wishing you could suck on these tits."

Her fingers slip inside the fabric of the bra cups, and move to the tips.

"It is best when you start by circling the areola with your tongue lightly. Round and round, moving more towards the tip each time around. Then you flick the tip lightly with the tip of your tongue. Back and forth, side to side. Your mouth's wetness, combined with your breath, tickles me some. I'd say it hardens my nips even more, but they're already as stiff as they can get." 

"I am so hot right now. I wish you were here. I want you to suck me. I want to feel your mouth on my tits. I want to feel you sucking my nipple into your mouth, sucking hard."

"Do you like this? I imagine your dick is pretty hard by now, isn't it? Have you started stroking it yet? You have my permission. Put a little bit of lotion on it. Spread the lubricant around the head. Make it slick. Slowly now ... you can't cum yet."

She slides back on the bed, up to the head. A couple of pillows are there, propped up against the headboard. Leaning back against them, her fingers tweak the remote to zoom in a bit. Camera A frames her whole body as she reclines against the pillows. Camera B zooms to frame her from head to mid-thigh, from her left side. With a glance at the monitor, she is satisfied the lenses are set correctly. A little creative editing later on will remove the apparent dead spot in her performance.

Looking to her left, she purses her lips together, feigning a kiss. "I've got a surprise for you, a little prop I can use to help me describe what I would like to do with you right now."

Her right hand slides underneath the pillows, and grasps what she wants. Pulling it out, she props it up on her chest, its length reaching for the ceiling.

"Remember this? I call him Willy."

Some weeks before, he had sent her a gag gift. It was a life-like replica of his cock. He had gotten a 'Clone a Willy' kit, and used it to make a mold of his hard dick. He had mailed it in a scented Victoria's Secret box. Originally it had been just a joke to her as he had intended, but as she looked at and felt it more, her devious little mind came up with some more practical uses.

The material it was cast with was incredibly realistic. To the touch, it felt like real skin, like a real hard cock. Of course, it didn't throb, didn't twitch, didn't cum ... but it didn't go limp, either. It had been meant as a joke, but had turned out to be something else to her. It was so realistic, she loved holding it while daydreaming of him. More than once it had helped her pleasure herself. It had, in fact, been a companion on her last two business trips. She had checked the bag, to avoid any embarrassing moments with TSA. This was the first time she had told him of what she was actually doing with it.

"I hope you don't mind. I don't use it instead of you, I use it when I can't have you. Not as good as the original, but just like your dick, it does a great job of filling me up no matter where I put it. Tonight, I'm going to use it to show you what I'd like to do with you right now."

Using the remote, she zooms Camera B in so it frames her from breast to the top of her head. She grabs a small bottle of blackberry flavored lube off the night stand. Making a show of it, she dribbles a few drops right on the tip of Willy. The purple liquid slowly runs down the curve of the head, and down the shaft until it hits her left hand, which is wrapped around the base. Clicking the top of the bottle back closed, she lies it nearby; it will be needed again shortly.

Her left hand brings Willy up and over her face, pointing it down towards her lips. She sticks her tongue out and flicks a couple of drops of the sweet liquid from the tip. Looking at the fake cock, she addresses the cameras.

"I love to suck your cock. It turns me on to run my tongue over its head, down underneath to that very sensitive spot just underneath it, to burrow down into its opening. I like it when you rub it against my cheeks. It feels so good to run my lips up and down your shaft. My favorite is when I catch you at half staff, put it in my mouth, and tickle it with my tongue until it gets hard between my lips. That is such a turn on, it gives me a feeling of power, that I can make your dick hard."

Willy's head slowly moves downward. Her lips spread, the head slowly moves inside. With just the tip of it in, her tongue swirls around the head, flicking the underside. She knows this drives him wild when done in person, the flicking motion causes his shaft to jerk up and down in response to the stimulation. 

Turning her head to the side a bit, she runs the fake cock down her tongue and lips. Back and forth, just like she was licking the underside of his shaft. Pausing back at the tip, she tickles its opening. Mouth opening wide, she slides the head all the way in, then closes her lips over it. Her head starts bobbing up and down, short, rapid movements that pull lips over the mushroom shape. This truly drives him wild, never failing to get moans from deep within him in response. The wetness, the tickling action of her tongue, the friction of her lips as they glide over the sensitive head, all combine to give him a sensory overload.

After a minute or so, she stops, swings her legs over the side of the bed, and moves over to the chest. She zooms Camera B out for a close up. 

Willy was cast to include a suction cup at its base. The base of the shaft consisted of a very realistic depiction of the front of his ball sac, with the cup formed into the back. The purpose of the cup was to secure the 'clone' so it could be used hands free. 




Interlude 11-77



She moistens the suction cup with saliva, then affixes it to the piece of furniture. The fake phallus is standing straight up, about a foot and a half in front of the lens. It is positioned so that the camera's view duplicates his, if he was looking down at his dick. She looks into the lens, and circles her finger around the base of the mushroom head.

"This is my favorite part of your cock, the base of the head. It is so sensitive. I know I can get you off by tracing my fingers around it, or tickling it with my tongue. It's also great when we fuck. When you slide it into my pussy, I can feel it as the head goes completely inside of me. My pussy contracts around your shaft, just underneath the head. As you slide it in and out of me, I can feel the width of the head moving inside of me. I love how it feels as you slowly pull it out, to the point where just the head is inside."

Her head tilts to the right, and she runs her tongue down the underside of the shaft, while looking into the lens. Moving back up to the tip, she swirls the tip of her tongue against the sensitive skin there. 

"Like that? Are you stroking your cock for me? I bet you wish this was your real cock I was doing this to right now, don't you? I know I do. Go slow now, I've got a lot more to show you."

Her cheek rubs the fake shaft, as she coos to the camera. "You don't know this, but even though I love sucking your dick, putting it all inside of my mouth causes me to gag now and then. When your head hits the back of my throat, it just happens. I try to keep it inside, but sometimes I've had to back off a bit and concentrate on licking. Well, Willy here has helped me a lot with that. A little practice helps a lot. Watch this."

Her head moves over the shaft. Moving down, the head slides between her lips. Jaws open wide, tongue slides out to cradle the underside as it slides in. Slowly, ever so slowly, she continues to move down. All the way down, until her nose is pushed up against the base. Pausing there, she relaxes her throat to accommodate its length. Pulling back off of it a couple of inches, she reverses and throats its length again. Gently, she backs all the way off its length, then looks at the camera and smiles.

"See? No problem. I even kind of like it when your head gets all the way back in there. A couple of times, I've been able to swallow you whole, but not for long. Now, I can do it whenever I want – or whenever you want. You're gonna love this. You're gonna love fucking my tonsils!'

"How's your dick doing now? Are you stroking it for me? It's OK if you do. In fact, I want you to. Imagine I am there doing it for you. Imagine I am there doing this to you."

At that, she moves back up, and rams the length of the fake cock all the way into her mouth. Up and down, she throats the entire length over and over. After about 45 seconds of this, she has to come up for air.

"I can't wait to do that to you. You're going to love watching the whole length of your cock go into my mouth. Imagine me looking up at you with my big eyes, right at the moment you explode against the back of my throat. I wonder what you will feel as I swallow against your head."

Between the dick sliding in and out and all the talking, her jaw was getting tired. It's time to change things up a bit. Turning away from Camera B, she jumps up on the bed and scoots down near the foot. She adjusts her position according to what she sees in the monitor, making sure her form is centered in the lens. The remote zooms in, framing her form the waist up as she rests on her haunches.

Sliding her right hand under the left bra cup, she pulls the mound up and over the cup so it rests on top of the bra. Duplicating the move on her right breast, both of her boobs now sit on top of the bra, as if propped up on a shelf. Her right hand drops to the bed, and picks up Willy. The fake dong is slid under the bra, so that the shaft is pinched between her breasts, the head pointing towards her chin. 

"You like to tit fuck me, don't you. You love to putt your dick between my girls and use them as a love tunnel really turns you on. I know, I can see it in your eyes, not to mention your throbbing dick every time you put it there. Put a little lubrication on it, push them together and fuck 'em. It's fun to watch you do it. Sometimes you stroke it far enough so that I can hit the tip with my tongue."

She grabs her nipples with thumbs and forefingers, and pushes her tit flesh together, smothering Willy between them. She bounces her boobs up and down , stroking the fake cock. Not nearly as much fun as if it really were his cock, but this part is about his enjoyment, not hers. She dips her head down, opens her mouth, and lets saliva drool down onto her cleavage. Her flesh makes obscene sucking noises as it kisses Willy. Sticking her tongue out, she flicks the tip of the head.

Looking at the camera, she says to him "When you're above me doing this, I know you want to cum. I know you want to spurt your seed all over my breasts. You haven't done it yet, I guess because you think I might not like a cum bath. Please, if you want to, do it. Drench me. Spurt all over my tits. Slap my nipples with your dick. I want to see you do it. I want to watch that white stuff spurt out of your dick, hitting my chest. I can't think of a higher tribute you can give to my girls than reward them with your seed."

"Now, don't you make yourself cum yet. If you're getting close, stop and relax a bit. I'm not done with you, not by a long shot."

She slips Willy out from under the bra, and plants a playful kiss on the tip, then winks at Camera A. Sliding back on the bed a bit, she grabs a pillow and props her head up with it. 

"I'm getting awfully hot here. My pussy is really wet now. I think Willy needs a workout."

Laying back, she pulls her legs up, bending the knees. The knees then part, feet together. The remote pulls the lens's view in, so that it gets a good view of her satin covered privates. 

With her left index finger, she hooks the right side of the satin fabric, and pulls it to the left, uncovering the lips underneath. Her right index finger slides down, stopping to slowly, softly massage her clitoris.

"Mmmmm ... that's good. I wish you were doing it, though. Damn, why can't you be here right now?"

The right finger slides down, lightly grazing her engorged labia. Sliding the digit up and down, she tickles the delicate skin. Moans escape from deep within her, responding to the warmth spreading from her center. The finger presses down, parting the lips and hitting the liquid slickness between.

"Oh fuck ... that feels so good. I can't believe how wet I am. You're doing this to me, and you're not even here."

The finger slides up and down her slick womanhood. Up, teasing the clit, down, sliding between the labia, and over her entry. She pauses there, swirling the fingertip around her hole, teasing it. Then, she hooks the index and middle fingers and slide them inside. There is so much natural lubrication that there is no resistance. All the way up as far as they can go.

She gasps, and moans. Her torso lifts off the pillow slightly, back arching in response to the entry. The fingers move in and out, slowly at first, the speeding up a bit.

"Fuck me ... c'mon, fuck me with your fingers. Push them in deep. You like how wet and slick I am, don't you. You feel how hot and wet I am? That's all because of you and your dick. Damn, I wish you were here right now."

She turns her head to address Camera B.

"Are you stroking that cock of yours now? Don't forget to lube it up good, nice and slick now. My pussy is so wet, your hand ought to be just as slick. Just imagine you were here with me, and it was your fingers penetrating me right now. Your face would be down there, really close, licking my clit as you force your digits inside of me. I'd grab you by the hair, and face fuck you. Damn, I love seeing your face in my pussy."

Her head centers, and arches back. Fingers continue to move in and out, but they slow, finally stopping and pulling away. Her body relaxes back onto the bed, and a big sigh escapes her lips. Her breathing is deep and heavy for a minute or so, as she catches up on her oxygen intake. Another 'pregnant pause' she'll have to edit out later.

Rested, she rolls over towards Camera B, props herself up on her left elbow, and addresses the lens. "Since you're not here to finish me off, I'll guess I'll just have to use your dopplepecker."

Reaching back with her right hand, she finds Willy where he had been laid down, and pulls him over in front of her. Playfully, she flicks the tip with her tongue, smiles, and lays back onto the pillow.

"Feel free to stroke as much as you like now. However, I want you to wait to cum with me. I'll give you a countdown, so you can get yourself to the brink at just the right time."

Willy slides down her belly, until the tip rests on top of her clit. She rubs the little bud with the fake cock's head, teasing it. Holding it by the balls/base, she slides it between her labia. She is still so wet that no additional lube is needed. The fake skin is soon shiny with her juices. Moans come from deep within her as the shaft slide up and down, across her clitoris, spreading her lips wide.

"This really needs to be you. I love it when you rub your shaft around my hole. It gets me so ready for you to slide it in."

She shifts, pushing her torso up higher on the pillow, so her hands can reach further down her body. Grabbing Willy with both hands by the base, she repositions it above her entrance. Slowly, she pushes the head inside of her. As the mushroom head fully enters, she sighs heavily and closes her eyes. Her hands move the cock with little back and forth strokes, so that the head rides in and out of the edge of her entrance. Hips start to move in time with her strokes, trying to pull the shaft deeper into her.

Movements lengthen, pushing the dick further into her pussy with each thrust. Sliding in and out, getting faster. Her juices are flowing so well that the dong makes obscene slapping noises against her lips as she hits bottom. She starts pounding away at her pussy now, thrusting Willy in as far as he will go, retreating, and thrusting in again. The cock's length glistens with her wetness in the light, captured by the lens for his enjoyment.

"I hope you're getting close. Do you feel your balls tighten? Are they getting ready to spurt? Are you gonna give me a big load? Are you gonna reward me with your seed? Do you want to cum? Stroke it, stroke it fast now. I'm almost there, get ready. Get ready to cum with me."

Her breasts are pinched in towards each other by her arms. The movements caused by the thrusting of Willy into her pussy are giggling them, making the nipples bounce. Their masses are enhanced by the position, giving him a good look at an insane amount of bouncing cleavage.

Willy is sliding in and out for all he's worth. Her hands are moving it to emulate how he would be pounding his real dick into her at this point, had he been there. Long thrusts, pulling the head almost all the way out before plunging down as far as possible, are rewarded by a deeply voiced grunt as each downward thrust bottoms out.

"Now. Now. Cum for me, now. Give it to me. Shoot your load deep inside of me. Give it all to me. Fill me up with your cream, I want it all, right now. I want to feel your dick spasm inside of my pussy as it shoots. Fill me ... fill me, now."

She spasms, Willy slamming home deep within her and staying there, just like he does when he cums inside of her. She jerks as wave after wave of orgasm wash over her. Eyes clenched tightly, she imagines him over her, imagines him filling her pussy with his cum.

The spasms start to lessen. Her breathing starts up again. The grip on Willy starts to relax, the dong starts to slide out a little on its own. Her body relaxes back onto the pillow. A wave of contentment hits her, the post O afterglow in full force.

With her right hand, she pushes Willy back into its home, all of its length inside of her. Her left hand grasps the white satin of her panties, and pulls it back into its normal position, trapping the shaft in place.

Her body slides down the bed a bit, down to where just her head in on the pillow. She turns to her left side, and looks into the eye of Camera B.

"That's the only good thing about having Willy instead of you – he never gets tired! However, I still would rather have you here. Call me soon, I need you."

Still in afterglow, filled up with Willy, she uses the remote to kill the cameras and recording process. She then curls up for a much needed nap.



Interlude



Wish I had someone to sleep with. I lay there today in my tight shorts and blouse, sleeping prone with the front door wide open to the street and my bedroom. I dreamed of someone--the tall, dark-haired driver from work, maybe--, walking in and running his hand down might ass, sensitized by the denim stretched over it. Maybe I'd be half asleep...in a fantasy, I can pretend I don't sleep with one eye open. I picture him running his hand down my ass, and I'd try to flip over from where I slept on my stomach, one leg pulled up. But he's so strong that in the small of my back, one hand (so much bigger than mine), can keep me immobile. Not that I'd want to move, but common decency would otherwise require me to. Now it's all but degrading to be dominated in such a way as to be made a slut by one hand--there'd be no denying that I like his hands on me. Maybe he'd threaten me for good measure; I'd be afraid to move or argue, even when his hand dipped low to rub where my pussy starts. God knows the shorts are so tight, the lips of my pussy are splayed on either side. Nature makes me afraid of not allowing access to insistent males...I don't even realize when my thighs fall open, it's just Mother Nature taking over.

When he rubs too low, almost to where my pussy is obscured by the bed, I raise my knees, just enough to allow easy access. He appreciates this gesture, and slips his whole hand beneath me to where my front faces the pillows. I raise to my hands and knees, ready for him. How can I be ready so quickly, I wonder in amazement. But he's not. He unbuttons the dual snaps on my thin cover, my resistance to him. I shudder as my shorts slide roughly down my ass, tight as a prison. He lets out an approving grunt of pleasure, but I still haven't had more than a peripheral glance of him. My shorts hang at my knees on the bed. I wait to see what he'll do--he slides a hand inside my black, flowered panties. God, he follows the crack of it down, lightly running down the soft, sensitive fur until he pauses at the seeping moisture. I think he's amused. He has the deepest, huskiest voice as he teases, "You can't hide it," before he dips his finger in to run along my sweet, slippery cunny. I let out a choked gasp--oh, this is heavenly. My belly squeezes over and over in arousal. As he continues back on a downward stroke, spreading my cum, I can't help but back up to his hand. We are all merely animals; I am no better than a cat in heat. He chuckles and slips a long, narrow finger in me. I squeeze--oh God, fulfillment, but he's not big enough!

"Please!" I gasp wildly. It's the first I've spoken in this exchange of ours. 

He crooks his finger.

The rush of sensation makes me arch my back until my body adapts, frustrated, realizing it was tricked, not actually fucked. A small sob leaves my throat. I'm vocal about the small things, but when it's really heavy, I can't make a sound. He drags his crooked finger out, leaving me breathless. I hear the button of his pants unsnap. I look over to where he stands beside the bed, to catch his zipper sliding down. Oh fuck, it's too late for me, I think. I feel dizzy. I stay on my hands and knees, prone mouth slightly slack. I'm lost in him; he has such thick, tight muscles, open to view at his abdomen. His shirt is tight over his sinewy torso. He looks like he should be thin, but brushing up against him at work once lets me know he's solid--the kind of man that could pin a girl down and fuck her just for foreplay. 

Now his pants are off; my tongue runs over my teeth, but it's not my mouth I feel. The ridge of his cock is visible in his strained boxers, long and pinned down one muscle-wrapped leg. It's tantalizing. If I cupped him in my hand, I could get an idea of how tight he'd be inside me. 

Damn, did I just think that? Oh well. So much for rape. He's looking at me; now is the telling point. I'm shaking. I burrow my face in the covers, hands free to unhook and push my soaked panties down to my shorts, then onto the bed. I sit up and pull my legs under me; I look into his eyes for a moment, never leaving them as my hand reaches out, stroking the line of his cock. Oh, he's hard. That's for me. I lick my lips and push his boxers down, nearly moaning, and he springs up high as the boxers release him. I can't help but stroke it, testing the taut, soft skin, the steel inside. His own lips are parted now, his breath increasing. I can barely breathe. I stand, my hand never leaving his beautiful cock, and we're the same height--almost. He's just tall enough, just heavier enough than me to make me feel like a little girl. 

We're close. He only stood a foot away from the bed, now I'm between both. Testing, asking permission, I brush my lips across his. I'm scared to death. He sips at my lower lip--oh damn, does he want me. His cock jerks; I slide the ball of my thumb over his slit tip, and it's slipper. His cock head is clearly defined; the rest of my fingers wrap around it. I run them around the silky soft ridges. Then I move closer and bury the tip in my tufted, slick bush. The tips of the hair there are wet; I know they glisten in the light. His cock head burrows between, splitting my vulva and tights to form its tight cave--but he's not onside me. My tongue flicks out and across his lower lip, tasting him as a snake smells. He grabs my sides and jerks me to him--my hand comes up between us, bracing his chest for protection--and a growl leaves his throat. His mouth is sideways on mine, then sealed, sucking, seeking the tongue that just teased his. I moan. I fight, even. How dare he, this is my space! But then he's found it, and sucks my tongue as he would my clit. Now I can only whimper, yielding. This turns him on; he angles his cock upward, the tip teasing, just barely inside. I writhe, but it's his choice to fuck me and he knows it. We're tightly pushed together, his hands now brush down to my hips, holding me in place. He lifts himself--and slides just a little further inside me. I'm going to faint. He's thick as a fist inside my slick pussy, and my nerves are exploding.

"Please!" I beg again. His hands tighten on my hips momentarily, and he's staring into my eyes, jaw tight. In a single, sudden motion, he spins me around and shoves me back over the bed, feet spread as far apart as his shoulders . He's bent over me. His fingers are caressing the back of my neck; my face is sideways, pressed into the bed, and then his hand is tight on the back of my neck, holding me immobile once more. His hips press me into the bed, and his tip forces my slick pussy apart again--he leans down to my ear and whispers.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

My breath is forced out of me, small convulsions of excitement leaving no room for natural body rhythms. Only his hips move as he pushes an inch into me, then another, all, until I'm full. I ache, throb in the deep, secret female place, pulsing for his cum. His hard hand across my vulnerable neck is almost more than can handle--it tights as a fist as he slowly pulls back out, each rib of my pussy catching on the thick ring of his cock. I can barely breathe, but I shriek as he begins pistoning inside me. Each slammed stroke brings him harder against my cervix, bouncing me, forcing my pussy open again and again. He arches upward and I spasm. Oh fuck, the action makes me tingle, and the tingle builds...higher, while his hand pushing me into the bed is joined by something wet--his mouth, warm on my neck, then I scream as he bites. The pain sends me over the edge. My body is tight as a coiled spring, clenching, and it explodes, spasming around him. I'm silent but my mouth is open in a scream as I squirt around him, my cum soaking his thighs and cock, screaming each time it builds and releases. His hand leaves my neck and I bury my face in the pillows, breath sobbing. He is still...I'm panting, weak and unmoving beneath him except for the occasion shudder radiating outwards from my overwhelmed pussy, then I'm completely limp. That's when he moves again. 

God, he was waiting...waiting to drive me up again. The first slow, dragging fuck primes me, and the next one makes me emit a short, guttural cry as he throws himself into it, not bothering with restraint, his thighs slapping my ass as the bed rocks. My hand are fisted in the bedding, his on either side of mine...then his strokes grow more desperate--ah, that split-second longer thrust inside me, as his hands convulse...his breath hot on my neck as he slams into me, making me shriek again, then he screams against my neck as he holds and begins exploding deep in my pussy, each short jerk making us sloppier and wetter. I cover his hands with my own as his cum is running down my thighs, reveling in his abandoned release, each spurt a little quieter now until he's just moaning in my ear, then a heavy weight on my sweaty body. 



Interlude 12-77



Twelve

She had been feeling a bit strange for a couple of months now. Her doctor had explained it as one of those things that would happen as she aged, and had prescribed some hormone therapy to help her deal with it.

After 3 weeks on the new pills, she noticed her breasts enlarging a bit. Her areola became more prominent, and darkened a little in color. In addition, her breasts became more sensitive. They had always been sensitive, which for the most part was pleasant, especially when he was paying attention to them. However, they were really tender now.

Her breasts hadn't felt like this since she had her children. A conversation with the doctor put her at ease, the symptoms were normal for the treatment. Some women, apparently including her, experienced the symptoms more than others.

She slipped out of her daily clothes, and got ready to jump in the shower. This hotel was very nice. The bathroom had a beautiful makeup area, large mirror. It had a separate tub/whirlpool and shower area. She was really looking forward to the shower, it was a large glass full length enclosure, with a 3 head arrangement and seats along two sides. Honestly, you could have a small orgy inside of the shower itself, but hat wasn't on her agenda this evening.

Pausing in front of the mirror, she takes a look. Her figure has definitely changes a bit, her bust has pushed out a bit further, and the nipples strike a different pose than they did just a few weeks ago. She lightly runs her fingers across the areola, amazed at how sensitive they have become. Hopefully he will be gentle with them tonight.

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees him watching her from the bathroom's entrance. She doesn't react, letting him take in her figure. She is curious as to whether he has noticed the change. They haven't seen each other since her treatment had started.

Still clothed, he walks over behind her. His left hand gathers the hair around her neck and drags it out of the way. He nuzzles against the nape of her neck. His right hand circles around her, fingers gently tracing the underside of her right breast.

"The girls look a bit different. You didn't get a boob job, did you?"

"No, asshole," she replies with a bit of sarcasm in her voice. She gives him the short story of what is going on.

"Ok, I'll be gentle with them, but you can't expect me to leave them alone. Hell, they're bigger. That's an invitation to squeeze!" He pinches her right nipple, causing an immediate reaction to slap his hand away.

"Not yet, I've got to take a shower," she admonishes him. With that, she steps over into the shower area. Reaching in, she turns the water jets on. While waiting for the warm water to start to flow, she ties up her hair and wraps it in a towel. She does not intend to waste time drying her hair later, other things deserve her attention this evening. She dims the room lights, hoping to relax the shit of the day away a bit.

The glass shower enclosure starts to steam up. She grabs her paraphernalia, tosses a towel over the door, and steps in. The moist heat hits her immediately. She steps up to the center head, and places her arms out against the marble wall. One jet is hitting her square under her neck. The side jets are hitting her shoulders and torso. The water velocity is invigorating, but also delicate. It is an interesting mix. Her analytical mind starts to try and figure out how they engineered the heads to give such a mix of water pressure, then stops herself. "Fuck it," she tells herself. "Just enjoy it."

Her mind wanders as she enjoys the steam and water. She is half asleep, when she feels something stiff between her ass cheeks. He has come into the shower behind her, and rested his shaft right between the cheeks. She jumps a bit in surprise, then pushes back against him. Not hard, just enough to let him know.

His hands rest on top of her shoulders. She can feel the liquid cleanser between his skin and hers. He starts washing her. Is it washing, or massaging. Doesn't matter, it feels good to her. Head dropping forward a bit, her chin rests on her chest as his hands work their magic. Around the shoulders, down the upper arms, circling underneath and back up. His hands run down her back, stopping at the top of her cheeks. His fingers kneed her skin, cleansing it and working the muscles underneath. 

He kneels. His hands slide down the outside of her hips, then pause as he reloads with the slippery goo. His hands encircle her left ankle, then run up, massaging all the way. He rides up over her knee, but stops short of her womanhood. Up and down he moves several times, and then moves to the right leg and repeats. He finishes by running his fingers down between her toes, and massaging her feet, one by one.

Standing, his hands slide up her sides. He pauses once again to get some more of the liquid, then reaches around and starts working on her upper chest and neck. He makes a point of stopping above the breasts, not touching them at all. Hands circle down around them, and work on her belly. Around and around he goes, once again stopping just short of her naughty bits.

His hands grasp her shoulders again, and turn her to the right. The right head is now hitting her in the chest, left nozzle on the ass. He makes a show of dropping more liquid into his right palm, then gently, ever so gently, places his hand on her right breast. She gasps at the contact, head leaning back as the sensitive skin transmits a wave of pleasure to her brain. The right hand swirls around the breast. Up over the top, across the nipple, underneath, completely cleansing the skin as well as teasing it. After a bit, he pulls away to get another load. She pushes the breast forward, hoping he will return to it, but he swings around it and duplicates the effort with the left one. 

Her breath is quick now. She is moaning in response to his manipulation. He stops. Her eyes open, wondering what the hell? He drops to his knees, places more liquid in both palms. The left hand reaches around between her cheeks and slides between them. The right hand slides on top of her pussy. The fingers meet between her legs, and start massaging/cleaning her intimate areas. Involuntarily, her legs spread to give him easier access. She reaches out with her left hand to grab one of the shower heads to steady herself with. 

Fingers slide up and down her ass. Other fingers slide up and down her lips. He is primarily cleaning her intimate areas, but also masturbating her as well. She squats down a bit, trying to force his hands to push against her more forcefully. Instead, he pulls them away. She groans, grabs him by the hair, and pulls his face into her lower belly. Since it is quite soapy, he declines the invitation and pulls back away.

Grabbing the hand held shower head off its rack, he runs the hot spray all over her, starting at the shoulders. Once her back is cleaned off, he slides back up behind her again. His dick finds its spot between her cheeks. His left hand holds the shower head tight against her public area, washing the cleanser off of her. His right hand slides up and down her public area, making sure that the stream of hot water completes its work there. She quivers a bit as his digits pass over her clit.

Hanging up the shower head, he turns her around, and pushes her against the shower wall. His hands seek hers, intertwining fingers. He pulls her hands and arms up over her head. He pushes his groin against hers. Her legs part slightly, and the head of his shaft slides between them. It rests against her labia. His mouth finds hers, their lips lock together. A deep frenzied kiss starts, their passion driving their mouths and tongues together. She moans with pleasure, relenting under his pressure. She is pinned against the wall, completely under his control. His tongue attacks hers.

He backs off her mouth, running his tongue down the left side of her neck. She shivers in response to the sensation. He then backs away from her.

'Sit, please" he directs her.

She moves over to the seat area, and finds a spot. The hot spray still reaches her, bathing her is a hot fog. She leans back against the glass. He grabs her razor and cream, the hand held shower head, and kneels on his haunches in front of her.

"Arms up." She complies. She is glad she had used the razor the day before, so the day to day stubble of normal life wasn't bad at all. He shoots some of the cream into his palm, and spreads it on her underarms. Carefully, he glides the razor over the area. After completing the stokes, he uses the head to rinse the remaining debris away. She drops her arms back down to her sides.

His hands take her right foot, and places it on his left thigh, propping it up. A large squirt of cream appears in his hands, and he lovingly smears it all over her leg. Over her foot, up the calf, over the knee, and all over the thigh all the way up. He then starts at the top with the blade, and slowly glides it over every bit of her skin. When the toes are done, he takes the head and rinses her off. 

Her head is leaned back, enjoying the attention he is giving her body.

He repeats with her left leg. Rinsing it off, he slides his hands up both legs, admiring the baby butt smooth finish. 

More cream appears in his hands, and it finds its way to her bikini line. Fingers massage the cream in, softening the hair and her will. He trims carefully, recreating the familiar deep triangle design he likes so well. Her labia swell slightly as he slides the razor around them, removing all of the hair below clit level. He looks up at her and grins. She sees it through almost closed eyes, and wonders what gives. She feels the razor glide over a different area. Normally, she might protest a bit, but she is so relaxed that she doesn't mind anything he does at the moment.

After finishing and rinsing, he pulls back to admire his work. He has fashioned a true V shape, an upside down chevron pointing the way to her love button. Although she can't see it from the same angle he does, she marvels at what some men think is attractive. Oh well, if it makes him happy, she will be happy with it.

Taking her up on her earlier offer, his face finds its way between her legs. Legs spread of their own accord, allowing him in. He slides his tongue over her lips, up and down the smooth skin. He doesn't push inside, just teases the outside. He pauses to flick her clit a little. She grabs him by the hair and pulls his face in tighter. He puts his tongue into overdrive, quickly bringing her up the ladder to an orgasm. Feeling her grip tighten and her leg muscles clench, he knows she is getting close. He stops, and pulls away.

Frustrated, she looks at him with daggers in her eyes.

"Not yet. You'll have plenty of those in a little bit. For now, its my turn," he answers her stare.

He turns his back to her and places his hands against the wall, just as she had done, bracing himself. She slides up behind him, and pushes her left thigh between his buttocks. Using the creamy soap, she washes his back and arms, giving them a good massage along the way. His muscles are tense, she can feel them loosen up under her fingers. 

Like he did, she drops to her knees and works over his rear and legs. He is clearly enjoying the sensations. Standing, she clenches his butt cheeks in her hands and squeezes. They aren't as tight as they were so long ago, but not in bad shape at all. She knew from firsthand (and firstpussy) experience that they worked pretty well when driving his member home.

She turns him around, and washes his chest and shoulders. Playfully, her fingers trace patterns in his chest hair. She giggles, and pinches his nipples with her thumb and forefingers. He pushes her hands away, and frowns at her.

"Hey, you like doing that to me. Yours are fair game too," she counters.

Both of her hands suddenly dart downward, and slide down the V of his groin. They pass to either side of his sac, and then start sliding up and down. Supposedly washing his private parts, it is more teasing than anything else. His member, semi-rigid till now, starts hardening in response. He closes his eyes, and moans with pleasure. 

The left hand cups his balls, and slowly, gently massages them. Her right hand grasps his shaft at the base, and then slowly starts moving up and down it. Careful not to get soap into the very tip (she knows that is a painful experience for any man), she strokes his member, cleaning it down to the pores.

"Like that? Bet you do, don't you. You want to put that thing between my titties, don't you? Or would you rather put it in my mouth?" she teases softly.

"Please. Anything would be good."

"OK, how about this?" and with that stops her work. She grabs the shower head, and starts rinsing him off.

His reaction is a frown, followed by 'What the hell?"

"Like I said, what is good for you is good for me. You'll just have to wait a bit to let that little monster loose."

Finishing the rinse, she hangs up the head, grabs a towel, and dries him off. He then takes another towel, and slowly wipes the moisture from her body. They exit the shower. As she moves through the bathroom towards the bed, she catches a glimpse of a bead of moisture right on the tip of her right nipple. Thinking she just missed a spot, she quickly dries it with a hand towel, and proceeds into the main room to join him.

As she walks, her breasts are bouncing up and down more than usual. They feel heavier to her, and are tingling. The extended time in the hot water and mist must have really opened her skin up, she surmises. Although they have dinner plans, the tingling, along with the warmth spreading through her womanhood, is begging for attention from him right now.

He has started putting on his shirt in preparation for going out. She walks up, turns him around, and pulls the shirt back off of him. "Fuck that" she spits out. She grabs his cock in her right hand and leads him to the bad.

"Fuck me, right now," she demands.

He sits down on the bed, and rests his back against the headboard. Taking her hand, he pulls her over him, so that she is seated on his upper thighs. His hands move to her breasts, lightly teasing their undersides. Her head leans back. Moaning, she grabs his hands, and pushes them tighter into her tits. She massages her flesh with his fingers. The heightened sensitivity combined with the squeezing is causing a buzzing in her breasts. The nipples are tingling. They feel like they haven't in years, and she is enjoying every second of it.

Pulling her chest towards him, he nuzzles his face in her cleavage. His fingers lightly pinch her nipples, while pushing the mounds in on his cheeks. Her hands are still over his, helping smother him. With the right hand, she pulls his head back. He looks up at her eyes.

"Suck me," she commands.

Not needing any more instruction, he lips hungrily latch onto her left nipple. Normally, he would gently work her up, but this time, he immediately starts sucking. He pulls the entire areola into his mouth, and teases the nipple inside with his tongue. Her hands grab the back of his head, and pull him in even tighter. Fortunately, his nose is off to the side a bit, so he doesn't have to break contact to come up for air.

He is really going after it, sucking her enthusiastically. The suction occasionally pops the seal between his mouth and the pale flesh around her nipple, with obscene slurping noises ensuing. Neither of them care.

After a minute or so, he all of a sudden looks up at her, eyes wide open in surprise. His mouth pulls back, and his gaze shifts down to her nipple. "Are you all right?" he asks.

Puzzled, she replies "Yes, until you stopped doing that."

"Are you sure? Your nipple is leaking."

She looks down, and sure enough, drops of thin white liquid are slowly forming on her nipple, and dropping down onto his chest. Confused, her mind races, trying to make sense. Then, it hits her -- she is lactating! The hormone treatments, the swelling, the tenderness, the tingling ... it all makes sense now. However, how could she be producing milk at her age?

"Suck me, drink my milk. It is just for you."

Eyes widening, he continues watching the nipple slowly drip. He uses his right hand to cup the pale mound, and gently squeezes it. The drops come faster, and then in a small jet as he pushes a bit harder. Smiling, he points the nipple so that the jet is hitting him in his open mouth. He stops the pressure, and the jet tails off.

"Holy crap. I have never had a woman do this for me. How?" he asks, with a goofy look on his face. 

Looking down at him, she sees a few drops of herself on his chin. She can't explain it logically, so decides to stroke his ego a bit. "You turn me on so much. My body wants to be owned by you. It wants to give you everything. Just shut up, and drink me."

Grabbing his hair again, she buries his face into her tit again. He hungrily sucks, making slurping sounds as the liquid fills his mouth. It overflows, leaking out around his lips. Using her right hand, she starts squeezing her right orb. Sure enough, it starts dripping as well. The sensations she is feeling from her chest are overwhelming. Her head is swimming with the raw pleasure, and confusion over how it has happened. Surrendering the question, she gives herself to the feelings, and concentrates on suckling her man.

With his right hand occupied squeezing, his left one snakes down between her legs. Finding her labia, he slides his fingers up and down the lips gently. They do not need much encouragement, and open for him immediately. Her lubrication is so heavy that small drops start to form. His hand slides down once again, index and pink fingers sliding outside her lips while the two middle digits curl up inside of her. She gasps, and squats down onto his hand, trying to force it deeper inside.

Her grunts and moans get louder. There is something primal going on, a connection much deeper than just ordinary sexual intercourse. He has shared his seed with her before. She has swallowed it with gusto on several occasions. Now, she was sharing her milk with him. He was sucking on her breast as never before -- not that she blamed him. As he said, he had apparently not had a woman who shared her milk with him before. Frankly, she hadn't shared her milk with anyone but her children before, so long ago. It was a unique experience for both of them.

She removes her hand from her right breast, reaches underneath and grabs his. She pulls him away from her pussy. Quickly, she positions herself over his rigid shaft, carefully wiggles a bit to place the head right at her entrance, and then slides all the way down its length. She is so wet that there is no discomfort. Gasping, her head falls back. In response, he bites her nipple a bit. Rather than feel discomfort, she is turned on even more.

She pulls her legs up under her a bit, using her weight to drive herself down on his shaft as deeply as possible. Her clit rams against his pubic mound. Her hips start gyrating by themselves, with no conscious effort on her part, grinding on his length and pushing her clit against him.

He slides down the bed a bit, so that he is in more of a prone position. She doesn't slow her efforts one little bit. Now that his mouth has lost contact with her nipple, his hands slide up her belly to her mounds, and cup them from underneath. The nipples are pinched between his thumbs and forefingers. Her milk slowly drips from both tips, white droplets falling down onto his stomach. He squeezes both breasts, and is rewarded by streams shooting out towards him. They don't exactly have a sniper's aim. Two streams from the left breast hit him in the chest, and off to the side on the bedding. The right breast produces a single jet, spraying him on the chest and face. His mouth opens, catching a few drops.




Interlude 12-77



As she moves on top of him, she leans back a bit, causing his head to touch her G spot. Sparks fly in front of her eyes. Her hands reach up, grasp his, and through them presses against her boobs harder. The milk flows in jets, and drips off their co-mingled fingers. The liquid is making a mess, but neither one are aware, nor would they care if they were.

She pitches forward, laying down on his chest. Her hips start moving up and down, sliding his cock between her lips. Up and down, pulling all of his length out, until just the mushroom is still inside of her, then jamming back down. Their flesh makes obscene slapping noises as they contact belly to belly. The milk, combined with the sweat from their exertions, has made both of them slick with moisture.

His head cocks to one side, then bends down. He takes her right nipple into his mouth, and resumes his hungry sucking. She pulls her right arm up and on top of his head, helping ease his access. Her hand grabs him by the back of the head, and pulls him in tight once again. His open mouth, teeth covered by his lips to protect her skin, greedily sucks, pulling the whole areola inside. The feeling coursing through her breast wants more, wants him to suck even harder. Her milk is flowing freely, so much so that it is leaking out around his lips once again. It drips down his chin and soaks the pillow beneath them.

He comes up for air, and looks her in the eye. "Stop, don't move," he instructs.

She pauses at the top of her stroke. Knowing what is coming, she tilts her head back, and relaxes her groin muscles slightly.

His hips start thrusting, pushing his dick up into her, and then sliding back down. He is doing to her what she was doing to him. Up and down, in and out. His motions increase in speed. She instinctively uses her muscles to grasp his shaft as it slides inside of her. He gasps as he feels the increased friction. Faster and faster, he is approaching the edge. He feels the pressure start as the base of his sac. It builds towards his penis. He feels the beginning of an orgasm. And then ... she pulls up off of him, and quickly grabs his cock around the base and squeezes hard. His wave subsides. "Not yet, I am not even close to being done with you," she snickers at him.

She swings over off of him, and stands next to the bed. Taking his hand, she leads him down to a corner of the foot of the bed. "Sit," she commands. He does so on the corner of the bed, each leg straddling the point of the mattress corner.

Crawling up on top of him, she sits on her knees astride of his lap. She tickles his head with her pussy lips, and then slides her entrance over his shaft. Once again, she slides down its length, impaling herself. Her eyes close, and a moan of pleasure escapes. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls her torso up next to his. Showing some flexibility she didn't know she still had, she swings her right leg up and around, then her left, so that she is sitting on his lap. Her legs wrap around his waist, and pull him towards her.

As his arms support support her, she begins grinding her pussy into him. With her arms and legs able to move at will, unencumbered by his or her weight, she gyrates wildly. Changing the angle of penetration, grabbing his cock with her muscles as it slides in and out, pushing her clit against his pubic bone, she is rapidly approaching the edge. 

Her movements take a life of their own once again. Her hips are moving much too fast for conscious thought to be controlling them. She feels the warmth building inside, rapidly expanding outward form her womanhood. With a stifled scream, she leans back, hands wrapped around his neck, and spasms. Her legs lock, trapping him deep inside of her. Her whole body twitches once, twice, and then relaxes. Her grip on his neck gives way. She would fall off of him if he wasn't holding on as well.

They pause for a minute or so, allowing her to regain some of her strength. Then, he stands up, picking her up with him. She is still impaled on his shaft, legs and arms wrapped around. At first, she thinks he will just drop her onto the bed. Instead, he walks slowly over the the wall next to the headboard, and pins her against it. Slowly, he pushes deeply into her, grinding against her clit. It has the desired effect, she rapidly reenergizes and starts to move with him. After a couple of minutes, he turns, and gently sets her down on the edge of the bed.

"Lie back. I want to get on top of you," he asks.

"No, not quite yet," she replies. Reaching out, she grasps his cock in her right hand, and pulls him towards her. Slowly stroking its length with her right hand, she reaches up and cups her left breast with her left hand. Massaging the flesh and pinching the nipple, she directs a stream of white onto his dick. She coats it, providing lubrication for her stroking. Looking down, he is fascinated at this ... and rock hard.

Sticking her chest out towards him, she pushes her tits together around his shaft. "Fuck 'em," she begs.

His legs start moving, sliding the shaft up and down between her magnificent orbs. The milk has them slick. The site is slightly obscene, his shaft moving in and out, milk slurping around. She moves her fingers around her nipples, and manages to squirt some more out even while providing him a pleasure valley to move through.

His movements quicken, his head kicks back. She knows he is approaching his climax again. Not ready for the festivities to end, she pulls away, and once again grasps the base of his shaft. "Not quite yet."

Pulling his cock towards her by the base, she makes a show of licking her lips and looking him in the eye. Her tongue wraps around the mushroom shaped head, and teases it. Flicking and licking, she excites the sensitive area under the head. He is quivering now, and is having difficulty maintaining his balance. All of a sudden, she plunges her head down, sliding the shaft inside her mouth and partly down her throat. She notices the mixed taste of her milk and pussy juices on its length. She thinks to herself that it's not unpleasant, but she wouldn't recommend it as a cocktail recipe, and then giggles to herself at the unintended pun.

After a few up and downs to bring him to the brink again, she pulls up off of him. Grinning, she backs away and reclines on the bed. Her hands reach down and spread her lips. "Come and get it," she implores him.

Needing no other invitation, he rushes up on top of her, and with one well aimed thrust, jams inside of her all the way up to the hilt. A loud moan escapes from her lips, as her legs and arms once again wrap themselves around him.

The way he starts thrusting in and out of her rapidly tells her he isn't going to last long. 

"C'mon. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. I want to feel it all the way inside of me.."

His movements are deep, each thrust ending with a grinding motion to excite her clit. Then he pulls out, until just the head is inside. Reversing, he slides back in, and repeats the process. Every time he bottoms out inside of her, a grunt is forced out of her.

"I want you to cum inside of me. I want to feel you fill me up. I want your white cream, I want to feel it, I want it right now. Fuck me. Fuck me," she implores.

He starts to grunt, and then jams himself inside even farther than before, if that is possible. The first jet of warmth shoots out into her. Realizing he is cumming inside of her puts her over the edge. Their orgasms match. Her pussy is grasping his length while he puts what seems to be an endless stream of sperm deep inside of her.

Both slowing, and then stopping, they pant, trying to catch their breaths. He is propped up on his elbows, looking deep into her eyes. They stay in that position, enjoying the building afterglow. His engorged member loses its strength, and finally withdraws fro her. The fruits of his efforts start flowing out of her, but neither one of them care. Their combined bodily fluids have thoroughly soaked the bed. He falls off to her side, still looking at the contentment on her face. 

Her breathing is hard, trying to get oxygen in to catch up. Her fingers reach up and slowly, gently trace the outlines of her nipples. A drop appears on each one in response. She smiles, enjoying the afterglow. She thinks to herself, "I wonder how long this ..."

The alarm clangs loudly. Automatically, she reaches out and hits it. Mind swirling, she tries to make the transition to being awake. "Fuck. Just a damn dream," she tells herself. Just to make sure, she reaches down and touches her nipples through the fabric covering them. Sure enough, both dry. As she swings her legs out over the side of the bed, she feels the wetness in her womanhood, and realizes that not everything is dry! She struggles to remember details of the dream quickly, hoping it didn't fade. If it hangs around her mind, it will be relived a lot in the coming days!



Interlude 13-77



Thirteen

His birthday was approaching, and she wanted to do something special for him, something they hadn't done before. Had to be sexual, of course. After thinking about it for a few days, she decided to give him her butt. He had mentioned anal sex a couple of times in passing, but had never actually come out and asked for it. He had admitted that he had never had a woman who was interested enough to allow him to experience it. So, he was a virgin, at least in that respect.

She was not a virgin when it came to her ass. She had given it up a couple of times long ago, spur of the moment insertions with men that really hadn't mattered that much. At the time, she really hadn't known what to expect. The discomfort she experienced, along with the unexpected unpleasantness that resulted, had turned her off of if. In the intervening years, she had not let herself be used in that fashion again. It wasn't that she had anything moral against it, it just didn't do much positive for her.

Determined to have an anal encounter with him turn out to be something they would both enjoy, she set out to do a little internet research. Searching for 'virgin gay men having sex', she found a plethora of texts and postings with advice on how to have your first anal encounter be enjoyable. Leave it to gay men to publicly describe how to stick something up your ass and have it be pleasant!

Armed with some insight, she made herself a mental shopping list, and started preparing for the birthday encounter.

She had already given him an invitation for a hotel encounter. That had pretty much become the norm for them. A downtown hotel, swanky, expensive, and worth it for this. She reserved a top floor suite, one that had two sides consisting of just glass walls, for an unobstructed view of the city lights. One of the very expensive King sized beds, comfortable enough to give you an orgasm by merely laying on it (almost!). Large bath with a whirlpool tub – that was for her enjoyment!, and a glass shower. She had told him to meet her there, but had intended to let him get there first and stew a bit.

Two weeks later ...

He opens the door to the suite, and walks in. She is not there, but he's not surprised. She has never been the most punctual person on Earth! He sees a note propped up on the bed – she has obviously already been there.

"Pour yourself a glass. Relax a little. Then get in the shower and scrub yourself clean – every bit, every inch. You are going to enjoy yourself this evening."

Looking over at a table across the room, he spies her normal bottle of blackberry wine, and the makings of a Tanqueray and tonic. Choosing the latter, he mixes a tall one and wanders into the bathroom. Her overnight case is already there. Resisting the temptation to get a glimpse, he does not open it. 

He is tempted to hop into the tub, but chooses the shower instead, knowing he's got to get the work day off of him before she arrives. After a long, hot, soothing shower, he dries, dresses in the house robe (which is unusually comfortable) and returns to the main room. Hopping up on the bed, he leans back against the way too soft pillows, and dozes a bit.

42 minutes later, the door opens, and she walks in. It does wake him up. She walks over to the bed, smiles at him, and begins undressing. Even though she has on her work clothes, her position dictates professional clothing. Off comes the shoes, then the skirt. She makes a show of unbuttoning her blouse. She turns away from him, and drops the top off her shoulders onto the floor. Reaching around, she unhooks the bra clasp, and it too falls to the floor. She bends over and slides her panties down her legs, and then steps out of them. Though her underwear is everyday whites, they are stylish. The site of her in and out of them has caused a boner alert to be issued from his groin.

She turns back around and faces him. He starts to push himself up and towards her, but she stops him with a finger.

"Not yet. I'll be back in a little while. For now, you just sit there and think about this," she states, while sliding her right middle finger down from her belly button towards her V. "Try not to stroke that little monster too much. You're going to need all the staying power you've got."

Leaving him, she retreats to the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Normally, she wouldn't close him out, but she didn't want to give her surprise away by him seeing some of her preparations.

Her first task is a couple of doses of anal douche. The biggest reason she hadn't revisited anal sex in many years was the unpleasant reality of what goes on 'back there'. Her internet searching had identified an easy solution to that. It felt kind of weird filling herself up like that, but it wasn't bad. After disposing of the results, she stepped into the shower, which had been running hot. It was nice and relaxing. She let her mind go blank, and stood under the hot spray, letting the bullshit of the work day rinse away. After a thorough scrub down, she pulls out a new razor and smoothes her skin to baby butt consistency. Careful attention to the deep cut V above her pussy, sharpening the edges and scraping away any wayward hair.

After a good all over rinse, she steps out, and runs a hot bath. There is no way she isn't going to skip using a jet equipped tub! She drops in some scented oil that she had brought along, then steps in. Moving around, she uses the jets to massage her legs and lower back. The, sitting at the right angle, she lies back and relaxes. Her legs relax open, and the jet she had strategically put herself in front of starts gently pounding her pussy. She tries to resist sliding her hands down, but is unable. Her fingers spread her labia apart, letting the warm water caress her womanhood. Closing her eyes, she enjoys the sensations for several minutes before deciding its time to let him off the hook.

After drying off, she opens the overnight bag. After a few moments of touching up her makeup and arranging her hair, she pulls out her choice of bed wear. Since this is his birthday celebration, she had gone to an upscale lingerie boutique and bought something a little special. Slightly wild, definitely slutty, all black of course. She starts by sliding the thigh highs up onto her legs. The top of the wide, lacey bands rest a perfect 3 inches below her pussy. Next, she slides up a crotchless pair of panties. The front is black satin, with a lace V inset. She had chosen them specifically because the V matched her chosen hair style down there. The back is not her normal thong type, because that would interfere with the target she intended to offer him. The cutout in the material formed an inverse V just at the top of her butt cleavage. Narrow lace trim accents all the fabric edges.

Next item is the waist cincher/garter belt. She had chosen a long style one, with a lace up back. Although the material did provide enough stretch so she could pull it up, the laces gave the look and feel of an old time lace up girdle. The smooth material slides up her legs, gliding against her thighs. The fabrics make a wonderful swooshing sound as they rub together. A gentle tug gets it up and over her hips. A couple of wiggles settle it into place. The upper edge rests about 3 inches below her breasts. The bottom is just below her belly button. The six garters each has a little red rose embroidered onto them where they attach to the garment. The clasps are chrome metal, not cheap plastic ones. She stars with her left leg, and snaps the garter onto the top of the stocking. After it is secured, the length is adjusted so that is lies just right. Next, the middle one on the left side, located on her left hip is attached and tightened. 

Her left leg raises, and rests her foot on the vanity chair. Bending slightly, she reaches around and attaches the back garter on the left side. Crossing her cheek, the back ones are the most difficult to secure. However, the look of a 6 garter arrangement versus a garment with only 4 makes the small trouble well worth it.

Finished with the left side, she repeats the process with her right leg. Being right handed, the right back garter was the most difficult of the six to reach. However, she's had some practice at it, and has no trouble getting the clasp positioned properly.

Turning her back to the mirror, she looks back over her right shoulder. Very nice, she admits to herself. The lace up back really gives a vintage look, something that really ought to turn him on. She tugs on the back garters a little bit, making sure the back seams in the stockings are straight. A quick check in the mirror confirms she is at her sexiest, and everything seems to be in place.

She's decided to go without a bra this time. She's also left the 5 inch heels at home, thinking they will get in the way. She's likely to be moving her rear end around a lot, and it will be easier without worrying about poking him in the eye with the stiletto points.  

She cracks open the bathroom door, and slips out into the bedroom area. He has nodded off on the bed. Understandable, since she's been in the bathroom for over an hour prepping herself. Quietly, she walks over to the edge of the bed. Reaching down, she pulls the robe back away from his groin. The little monster has gone to sleep as well. Moving around to the foot of the bed, she then slowly crawls up on it. Carefully, so as to not wake him, she moves up and over him.

Bending over his dick, her tongue darts out and touches its tip. It jerks involuntarily in response. Glancing up at his eyes, he still seems to be asleep. Good ... a little wakeup surprise would get the evening off to an excellent start.

Her tongue gently moves up and down the length of his flaccid shaft. With each of her movements, she can feel it growing. Concentrating on the underside just beneath the mushroom head, she flicks the tip of her tongue back and forth. That's the spot. Now it is rapidly growing, and quickly reaches its full length. Quickly, she turns her head slightly, and pulls the entire head into her mouth. 

With a moan, he stirs. Eyes opening, he sees her with his dick halfway inside of her mouth. What a grand way to wake up! She bobs her head up and down a couple of times, and then pulls back off of him.

"Rise and shine. Time to get to work, little boy," she taunts him.

He reaches down and grabs by the right wrist. He pulls her up towards him, and then pushes her off to the center of the bed. Rolling over on top of her, he pins her arms down with his. Without a word, his lips descend onto hers. Her mouth opens to meet his, their tongues touch and intertwine. Hungrily, they press there mouths together, tongues dancing. His left leg swings over between hers, and his thigh starts moving against her crotch. Her moans escape from between their lips.

He slides down the bed a little, and moves between her legs. He hooks his arms under her knees, raises her legs, then pushes them back against her chest. Her pussy is fully exposed. He bends over, and dives right in. Normally, there would be some extended teasing in his foreplay, but they are both so worked up that waiting just wasn't going to happen. His tongue darts straight into her opening.

Her eyes open wide, and she gasps in response to the penetration. Hands reach down and grab him by the hair, and pull his face into her womanhood. He hungrily darts his tongue in and out. He feels her silky smooth inner lips, the heavy natural moisture her pussy is providing, and her clit rubbing against his nose . He moves his face side to side a bit, tickling her love button with the tip of his nasal protuberance.

She is trembling with his efforts. Not wanting to take her over the edge so soon, he backs away. 

"No, you fucker. Don't stop, please," she pleads.

"Sorry, we've got a long way to go tonight. You don't get to cum so soon."

She pushes herself up off the bed, grabs him, and pushes him back against the pillows. "OK, if you're going to do that shit, I'm going to tease you some," she says.

She sits on the edge of the bed, and opens the top drawer of the nightstand. She grabs a tube of 'Anal Ease', and the little vibrating butt plug she had purchases a couple of days earlier. With an evil look, she holds them up in front of him, letting him wonder a bit. 

"One of my girlfriends told me that I needed to try this. She said that having this up my ass while you are fucking me will set us both off. In honor of your birthday, I thought we'd give it a try. You don't mind, do you?"

Not quite trusting his mouth to work properly, he just nods up and down.

She swings back over him, straddling his hips but facing his feet. She runs her hands down her sides, the fabric of the waist cincher making soft swooshing sounds as she passes over it. She look back over her right shoulder at him. His gaze is locked on her back, taking in the sexy look of the lace up garment. She gently grinds her hips a little, pressing against his cock. 

She bends over onto all fours, and then backs up. She stops when her butt is over his nipples. She reaches down between her legs, and passes him the lube. 

"Make it wet, baby. Nice and slick, please."

He slaps her cheeks softly, and rubs them around. The sight is an awesome one for him. Her pussy and ass crack are framed by the crotchless panties. The garter straps cross her pale white cheeks. His hands grab the flesh, and pull the cheeks apart. He gazes in wonder at her openings, so clean, so slick, so inviting.

Taking the lube, he squeezes a generous portion onto the index finger of his right hand. Gently, he touches the tip of the finger to her anal opening. The lube is a little chilly, causing her to squeal a bit. The flower opening contracts a bit, and her butt cheeks clench his finger. As the liquid warms to her body temperature, she relaxes. He moves his finger across the sensitive flesh, a slow circling motion. He can feel her body relax against him as she gets used to the sensation.

With his left hand, he squeezes a bit more of the lubricant out of the bottle. The drops gently hit the top of her ass crack, and slowly slide down towards the finger that is teasing her hole. The drops mingle with the moisture he is working with, and the excess rolls down towards her pussy.

She is softly moaning now, and her hips are ever so slightly rolling. His index finger pushes inwards a bit while circling, placing pressure on the opening. The pressure finally overcomes the tension in the opening, and the finger slides inside up to his first knuckle. She gasps, motion freezing, butt cheeks clenching, and then relaxes again. 

Slowly, his finger starts sliding in and out. Not far at first, just up to that first knuckle. Her moans are getting deeper. Her arms wrap around his thighs, as she leans over and rests her chest against his body. Ass up in the air, breasts smashed against his dick, she starts moving against his finger. Her rhythm forces it deeper inside of her ass. The lubricant is slick, the movement is easy. Her opening is tight, he can feel the muscles of the opening clamping down on his digit as it moves in and out. 

He stiffens his index finger so that it becomes a mini-penis for her to ride. He stiffens the middle two fingers, and positions them just behind her womanhood's opening. His pinky likewise straightens out. Slowly but forcefully, he extends his hand. Index finger slides up all the way into her ass. The middle fingers slide into her pussy, which is so wet that it needs no additional lubrication. The pinky slides down across her clit.

Her gasp is a cross between moan and cry of delight. Her motions increase without conscious thought, driving her rear end back onto his hand. The sensations of both hole being penetrated at the same time as having her love button stimulated is intense. She has never had this combination of stimulation before, and it has her body acting on its own.

He can feel her start to tense. It is too early to let her have an orgasmic release, so he pulls his hand back away. Soft whimpers escape, signaling her displeasure. Her hips continue to move, trying in vain to push her over the edge. Finally, she stops, and resigns herself to a bit of sweet frustration.

"You bastard," she blurts, face buried between his legs. "Slide that little fucker inside of me before I punch you in the nuts!"

Presuming she is talking about the butt plug and not his dick, he chuckles a little. He dribbles some more lube, letting it run down her crack. Taking the plug in hand, he drips a bit of lube around it, and then spreads it evenly around the surface. While not big, it would be uncomfortable if it was pushed in dry. The plug itself is flesh colored, and shaped like a short penis. The mushroom head and shaft are about an inch and a half in diameter. About two inches long, the plug sharply tapers at the back, and then flares back out to form a base/grip. Other than its size, it is a pretty good looking cock! 

He places the head onto the flower of her entrance, and slowly, gently starts circling it around. It must feel good to her, her hips start grinding a little. After 30 seconds or so, he pushes the head into the opening just a bit. A gasp and a low moan escape her lips in response. Knowing that even though the plug was small in comparison to a real cock, it was still big for something going into that opening, he is gentle. It is clear to him that she is enjoying having her ass toyed, and he does not want to ruin it by hurting her.

"I'm going to hold this little guy. You push back onto it at your own pleasure. You control this, OK?" he asks.

No verbal response comes back, just another contented moan. She wastes no time in moving back against him. One thrust against him pushes it about halfway in. She then wiggles her ass, and bit by bit the rest of its length slides in. The lube helps, but it still feels a lot larger than it really is. Finally, with a last small push, it slides all the way in. Her sphincter muscles collapse the opening around the narrow taper, trapping the length of the plug inside of her.

"Fuck, that feels good. Push it a little, please. Make sure it is all the way in," she asks.

Resting his index finger on the base, he pushes it in, and gives it some rotation. It is indeed all the way in, but it certainly seems to heighten her sensation by pushing some more against her opening.

She pushes herself up off his legs, and repositions herself. Facing away from him, resting on her knees in a reverse cowgirl, she places her pussy over his dick. Reaching down, her had grasps his cock and hold it upright. Rising slightly, she places the head against her lips. Slowly, she slides down its length, impaling herself on him. With his full length inside of her, she leans back slightly and breathes deeply. Savoring the sensation of being filled front and back, she soaks in the pleasure. Fucking, especially fucking him, was always pleasurable. However, being completely filled this way was a new level of sensation, one she was happy to be experiencing.

Rolling her hips, she grinds against his groin. His dick moves inside of her. Her right hand finds its way downward, the index finger finding her clit. She doesn't feel the least bit guilty about stimulating her love button. She is close, very close to the edge. Her hips move faster. Her left hand grabs her left breast and squeezes it. She's on top, and he is not going to deny her release this time!

He knows that her movements are a prelude to an orgasm. He wants it to be a memorable one. He grasps her nylon clad ankles, and holds them in place. This gives her more leverage in her movement. He watches her as she flies towards orgasm. Her ass cheeks as they move back and forth across his lower belly. Her head is thrown back, hair swaying in rhythm to her body's movements. The lace up garter cincher, black fabric and lace stand in contrast against her pale skin. The stockings on her legs are so sexy. He wished he could see her breasts as they jiggled in time to her rocking motion. It was like starring in his own porn movie, except the feelings coming from his dick were very real.




Interlude 13-77



She has reached the threshold. Her arms reach out, hands grasping his upper thighs to steady herself as she rams her pussy into him. Her teeth clench, her breathing is heavy and rapid. Her body is on autopilot, the need for release overriding all conscious thought.

He can feel her tense, and knows she is on the edge. His right hand releases her ankle. He places its thumb on top of the plug's base. Pushing it in against the hilt and rotating his thumb gives her the boost she needs.

Her movements stop. Her legs tense and lock up. Her pussy grasps his member tighter. Her whole body shudders, nails digging into his thighs. A primal groan/squeal escapes from her. A spasm causes her hips to jerk against his cock and again. 

The orgasm continues on for what seems like minutes, but in reality is about half of one. As it subsides, she relaxes. Her body melts backwards, slowly reclining on top of his chest. Her hair cascades onto his face. His hands wrap around her chest, fingers lightly pinching her nipples. Chest heaving, lungs are trying to bring in more oxygen to recover from her exertion. She untangles her legs, straightens them out, and completely relaxes on top of him. She melts in bliss, using him as a pillow.

Although he wants to give her as much time as she wants to bask in the glow, his dick is still rock hard and inside of her. He flexes it a couple of times, letting her know of its continued engorgement without speaking a word. He is hoping she will take the hint and do something about it.

"That feels good, you can keep doing it if you want, but I am not moving yet," she answers his unasked request.

After a couple of minutes, she rolls off to his right side. His cock, unfortunately, slips out of her. Reaching back, her hand grasps it around the base and squeezes. "Get that fucker back where it belongs," she quips.

Getting up on all fours, she backs up towards him. Peering back between her legs, she places her right hand over her pussy. The middle finger parts the lips and slides between them. She is so wet that there is no resistance. The texture is like liquid silk.

Not wanting to keep her (or his member) waiting, he hops up and positions himself between her legs. His cock rests between her cheeks, balls pressing against her ass. Her hand slides back from her pussy and lightly cups them. Slowly, carefully massaging them, she grinds her ass back against him. She clenches her cheeks, capturing his shaft between them.  

"Put it in me. Fuck me right now," she implores.

His hips pull back a bit, the head repositions over her opening, and with a smooth thrust, he is deep inside of her. Though she is tight, the massive amount of natural moisture she is producing for him lets it glide in comfortably. 

Slowly, he pulls out of her, until just the head is still inside. Then pushing forward, he impales her again. In and out of her pussy slowly, his dick feels the sensation of the walls of her tunnel caressing it. He looks down, and watches his member slide in and out. The sight is highly arousing. He pushes the anal plug around as he moves, giving it a circular motion inside of her ass.

She reaches down into the waistband of the cincher, and finds the small remote unit she had hidden there. It's another small surprise for him. She pushes the ON button, and the vibrating bullet inside of the plug comes to life.

"Wooah there. What the hell?" he exclaims, as he feels the vibrator through the membrane separating his cock from the plug.

"Like that? Sure feels good to me," she answers. She spins the speed control on the remote all the way up, and throws it to the foot of the bed. With the vibration coming as high as it can, there is no more need for control.

His movement increases involuntarily as the vibrations attack his senses. Each time his thrusts bottom out, the flesh of her ass cheeks ripple in response. He bends a little to one side, watching her breasts as they swing back and forth like twin metronomes in time to his rhythm. He loves to watch them swing, their heaviness rippling back and forth. There was a lot to be said for the motion of natural breasts vs. fake ones, and he was watching it in action. Back and forth they sway, synchronized to the slapping sounds his belly makes each time it contacts her cheeks. His ball sac is in the act as well, slapping forward to caress her clit with each thrust. Their timing is impeccable, the motion as beautiful as a ballet.

The only problem is they can't keep it going for long. After a few minutes, they slow, catching their breath and keeping muscles from cramping. He leans back, supporting himself by bracing his arms against the bed. Keeping him inside of her, she leans back with him, so that she is now sitting on his pal, though their legs are still doggy style. They just rest in that position for a few moments, catching their breath and enjoying the still vibrating plug's work on their private parts.

Breath caught, he rises up against her. Hands grasping her biceps, he pulls back on her arms as he pushes his dick deeper inside of her. She rises up off her haunches a bit and starts to settle into a rhythm with him. He pulls back, she pulls forward, just to the point of the mushroom tip of his dick sliding out between her lips. Then, he pulls her arms and body back against him. Her ass slaps against his thighs, dick slams up into her, and a slight ripple moves across her backside. Back and forth, in and out they move in sync. The rhythm is slow, but the thrusts forceful.

Looking to one side, he watches their profile in the large dresser mirror. It is a very erotic sight. Each meeting of their bodies causes a shudder through her body. Her breasts bounce in sympathy. Their mass and the force of the movement cause the nipples to jump at least a couple of inches into the air, before the flesh settles back down. Oh, how he loves big, natural tits, for their movement is so magical!

He starts to feel the swelling at the base of his cock that signals the buildup to orgasm. His movements speed up. She can tell from the tenseness in his body that he is starting to build towards release. Helping him along, she matches his movements. Just as he starts a low moan, she stops, and pulls away from him. His eyes are bugged out, mouth open, cock bouncing in mid-air. "What the fuck ...", he blurts.

"Payback's a bitch, ain't it?" she teases. Giggling a bit, she pushes back against him. His cock nestles itself between her cheeks, resting on the base of the plug. He can feel its vibrations against the underside of his dick. Between that and the sensation of her cheeks clenching at his shaft, he could very quickly reach the brink again.

"Pull our little friend out of my ass, will you?" she asks.

"Do I have to? It looks like it is quite happy in there."

"Please, pull it out. I'm tired of it."

He pulls his dick back away from her cheeks. Grasping the base of the plug, he wiggles it around inside of her. Pulling on it, he feels the resistance of her sphincter, fighting to hold it in. He pushes and pulls on it lightly, easing the tension in her opening. After about 30 seconds, she relaxes and the plug starts to slide out. As soon as full diameter comes out, the rest of it slides easily. With a small 'pop', it comes free.

Massaging the opening lightly with his right index finger, he is rewarded with a contented moan form deep within her. She tosses her head from side to side, hair flying wildly, and then pushes back against his finger. With all the lubrication still present, the digit easily slides up into her. He slowly finger fucks the orifice for a bit.

Using her muscles, she clamps down on his finger, trapping it inside of her.

"I want you to fuck my ass," she says, quite seriously.

Not believing his ears, he fires back, "Really? You mean it?".

"Yes. Put that fucking dick in my ass right now."

Needing no further encouragement, he grabs the bottle of lube, and spreads a liberal amount along the length of his shaft. Then, he places his head right at the flower of her opening, and massages it with the tip. Answering the pressure, her muscle open up a little, and he starts to slowly slide inside. 

As his head is engulfed, she gasps. Even though the plug has relaxed her anus, his girth is a bit larger, and causes some discomfort as he enters. He pauses, afraid to hurt her. There is no way he wants her to stop and pull away because of pain. Having wanted to butt fuck a beautiful girl for most of his adult life, squandering this glorious opportunity would be tragic for him. If she is hurt, she may never want to try it again.

Looking back over her right shoulder at him, she asks "Let me control this, at least to start. OK?" 

He nods his head in agreement, and holds his position. Willing her ass to relax, she slowly pushes herself back onto his shaft. With about half of his length inside, she stops, then slowly pulls back off of it. Back and forth she moves slowly, getting the muscle acquainted with his size. The movements become easier, resistance fades. She pushes back further, until his entire length is deep inside of her. A long moan escapes from deep inside of her. Her arms fold up, her upper body bends down to touch the bed. Her head rests on the cool sheets, ass up in the air impaled upon him. She wiggles her ass a bit, seating it right up against his belly, assuring that all of him is inside.

Hips moving forward, she pulls off of him again, to the point where just the head is still inside. She props herself back up. Glancing over the shoulder again, she can see his face is turned towards the ceiling. His eyes are closed, and there is a look of contentment spread across his face. It looks like he's enjoying this so far.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good," she directs back over her shoulder. And it does. She has not had such a pleasurable feeling of being completely filled before. Sure, his dick feel great inside of her pussy, and she's not about to give that up, but this feeling is so ... well, different. Feeling his length as it slides in and out of her orifice is quite unlike vaginal intercourse. It feels dirty, but delicious, and she is getting off on it.

"It's your turn  Fuck away, baby. Use me any way you want to," she quips, handing control of the session back to him.

Unleashed, his cock has a mind of its own, ramming forward and impaling her. The suddenness is a surprise, taking her breath away for a moment. Her concentration, her center is his cock deep inside of her rear end. Little else registers on her, for the moment nothing else matters.

His hips start rocking back and forth, sliding his member in and out of her hole. Looking down, the sight of his dick going in and out is inspirational. It looks so incredible erotic. His hands spread her cheeks apart, to give him an even better view. For a few seconds, he marvels at how clean it is. Although the thought of fucking a woman in the ass had been a turn on for many years, he had always wondered if the reality would match up with the fantasy. This time, with her, reality was kicking the shit out of fantasy!

Realizing he is actually fucking her butt, combined with the sight and the incredible tightness of her orifice, is quickly causing pressure to build in his scrotum. A few more seconds of this, and he's not going to be able to stop the release.

"I'm going to cum," he blurts. "Oh hell, no, you're not. This feels too fucking good, I want it to last longer," she responds.

With that, she stops moving, reaches back between her legs with her right hand, grapbs the base of his cock, and squeezes. Her fingers feel the pulsing in his shaft, the tightening of his balls. He is very close to cumming.

After a few seconds, she pulls away, lays down on the bed, and rolls over. Pulling her legs up to give him access, she spreads wide for him. A pillow is grabbed and slid under her behind, raising it a few inches up off the bed.

Sliding up to her, he places the tip at the opening again. Grasping hold of her nylon clad ankles, he spreads her legs wide. Seemingly by itself, the cock starts pushing back inside of her ass. Slowly, all the way until his balls are resting against her cheeks. His hips roll, grinding the dick against her opening. 

Her face shows an evil grin. Her arms drop by her sides, framing her breasts, propping them up against gravity to show them off for him. Fingers of her left hand spread her pussy lips, while the index finger of her right finds her clit and starts circiling on top of it. She knows that she won't be able to stop him from spurting again, and wants to be ready to cum with him when that happens.

"I can't tell you how good that feels. You are so tight, so warm. I've never felt anything like this," he states while sliding in and out of her slowly.

"Your dick feels so good in my ass. I can't believe we haven't done this before. Come on, pump my ass. Fill me up, fucker.. Fill me with your cum. I want to feel all that white stuff up inside of my ass." Her vocalization is a bit wilder than normal for her, but she knows he is close, and wants to do all she can to heighten his excitement.

His arms pull her legs together, jackknifing her. He pushes her ankles away form his chest about a foot, and looks down. His dick, sliding in and out of her ass, is glistening wet. He is watching his own porn movie, can't believe he is actually fucking a beautiful woman in the ass. He relaxes his arms, her legs rest against his chest. Her ankles split, cradling his head between them. The black nylon slides against his face. His hands slide down along her legs, down over her knees, to rest on her thighs. He keeps them there, and uses them for leverage to pull her harder into him with each thrust.

Her finger is working her clit furiously. Mouth open, she is panting. Her eyes naturally want to close, but she keeps them focused on his face, watching his features as they fuck. Her titties are bouncing in rhythm to their movements, flopping back and forth across her chest. That might become painful for her if it continued for very long, but she senses that he hasn't got long to go before he explodes into her.

The pressure builds quickly again at the base of his cock. There's not going to be any stopping it this time. He intensifies his movements. Although all the pounding he's been giving her asshole has loosened it up considerably, it still has a very tight grip on him. If he had used a condom, he might have been able to last a bit longer, but its way too late to think of that now.

The pressure starts moving up form his balls into his cock. He can feel the hot liquid starting to move. The intense pleasure of the orgasm starts. She can feel it, can sense the difference in his cock as it gets ready to shoot.

All of a sudden, it is there. The first jet is small, but is quickly followed by huge, thick streams of white cum shooting inside of her butt. Each spasm of his cock brings forth another jet, another wave of pleasure transmitted from him into her. His face is contorted, jaw clenched. His arms are wrapped around her knees now, pulling her legs against him, gaining every bit of leverage he can to keep his member deep inside of her. 

His spasms last for what seem like minutes, but in reality are just under a single one. As they subside, he starts to relax and sink down into the bed. Physically, he is spent as the last drops escape into her.

Despite finger fucking herself, she has not managed to cum with him. In frustration, just short of release, she rolls him over onto the bed. Careful to keep his dick inside of her, she rolls with him, up into a sitting position on his lap. His cock is still hard, and she can feel is still jerking a bit inside of her rectum. Her hips quickly start rocking, pushing her pussy and clit against his groin. Left hand reaching up, her fingers find and pinch the left nipple. Right hand down, middle finger rubbing her clit. She was so close when he came, that it doesn't take but a few seconds to reach her own threshold.

.Over the top she goes. Quivering, clawing at her left breast, her body spasms as it finds orgasmic relief. This one is quite spectacular. The newness of feeling his dick in her ass has caused a magnitude 9.5 quake in her internal orgasm meter.

As it subsides, she quickly loses steam and melts down on top of him. Laying on his chest, her hair cascades over his face. She straightens out her legs to a more comfortable angle. Lungs are gasping to catch up on oxygen. She feels his member as it softens, and finally withdraws from her opening. In a couple of seconds, the cum starts dripping out, running down her pussy lips and then falling down onto his balls and the sheets. Fuck it, she thinks to herself. There is no way she is going to move for a while.

He is apparently already sliding off to sleep, his breathing heavy and deep. She is going to join him in just a few seconds, as their bodies need rest to recover. Her last conscious thought is wondering if she was going to be walking funny at the office over the next couple of days ...



Author's Note: thanks for reading. If you liked it, check out the other entries in the Interlude 77 series. If you didn't like it, thanks for your time anyway.



Interlude



Some of you more loyal Savannah readers have probably realized that there have been two different Savannah DuBois story lines running. One involves the "Mystery Guy" and the other, "Dan the Man". I should clarify that they really have nothing to do with each other (which is obvious since the way in which Savannah loses her virginity in each story line is uniquely different. The "Dan" stories are solely a tribute to a friend, to remain unnamed (Dan!), and are entirely for the entertainment of my fiendish self; though I hope you have enjoyed both.



Turk's Bar & Grill
Florida Keys

"She was a real looker, huh?"

Archie stubbed out his Cuban and reached for his mojito. His blue eyes danced wickedly as he took in his friend's appearance. Generally speaking, Dan was always dressed neatly and conservatively, which was at complete odds with his sexual appetite. But not tonight. No, tonight his friend had a very unkempt and neglected air about him.

It was only 4 pm but already dark stubble shadowed his upper lip and chin. His faded jeans had unusually colored stains marking the inseam; his white cotton shirt was similarly marked. And his hair, well; let's just say there wasn't enough hair products in the world to affect that kind of spiking. Eyes? Bloodshot. Mouth? Swollen and chapped. Hands? Ligature marks creased his wrists. All in all, Dan presented the picture of a man well used and, well...used. Definitely used.

Dan rubbed his hands over his dissipated features and chuckled hoarsely.

"I tell ya, Archie; it wasn't even that she was hot lookin', though she is for sure one of the hottest women I've ever...met. It's just that she, well dammit Archie, she's fuckin' wild. Certifiably unhinged. Well, in the most wonderfully sinful way, that is. There is almost nothin' this girl won't do."

"That so? Well, be a buddy and hook me up. I could use some of that."

"Archie, she'd eat you up and spit you out. Hell, I didn't think I was gonna get out of there with my balls intact this time."

"Uh, this time? Dan. Just, uh, just how many times you been with the woman? And please tell me she's not one of those man-haters who like to give it rough!"

"I'm just sayin', she's wild. All I'm sayin'. Look, maybe I should give ya the history on her and then if you still wanna hook up with her I'll work somethin' out for ya."

"Oh, man, this should be good."

So Dan regaled his friend Archie with the encounters he'd had with Miss Savannah Dubois. Not leaving anything out, he outlined their first time when he'd taken Savannah's virginity. Then followed it up with how she'd taken his 'anal virginity'. He went on to tell Archie of the wild scheme he'd concocted with her friends to get a little revenge, but that Savannah, indomitable and fearless, embraced the experience. And how ever since, it had been a game of one-upmanship. Point, counterpoint.

After Dan finished his story, Archie sat there with a stunned look upon his face. He shook his head a few times, his mind whirling with all he'd heard. With all he'd learned. Taking a deep breath he looked straight at Dan and said, "Okay, I'm in".

Laughingly Dan replied, "You won't regret it. Well, you might, but you'll have a good time anyway." Dan signaled the waiter and generously paid his friend's tab. Exiting the bar they made their way to Archie's car.

Once on the freeway, Archie began asking questions about what she looked like, what her hot buttons were, and asked just how soon Dan could arrange a meeting. 

"Well, Archie let me get cleaned up, make a call; we'll see if she's busy. Something tells me she'll be up for it though. She's feeling pretty "high" after last night. She really worked me over."

"Sounds good bud. I'll even make you a nice steak while you get cleaned up. Least I can do."

Dan looked out at the passing scenery and grinned evilly. Oh, Archie buddy, you have no idea he thought. His friend was about to get the night of his life. Only, this time, it would be Savannah, and Dan the Man, who would have the last laugh on the poor guy. Yes indeed, the night of his life.

Dan's Apartment

Whistling merrily, Archie made two steaks and some baked potatoes and a salad while his good buddy Dan cleaned up. He was just slicing up the last of the tomatoes when Dan, now his usual clean and neat self walked into the kitchen. He walked to the refrigerator and took out some chilled water bottles for them both and put them on the bar.

"Sure you're up for it, Archie? I mean, you're in great shape and all but Savannah could exhaust a decathlete."

"Yeah, man, I can handle her. Didn't I just run that marathon last year? I'm in prime shape."

"Okay, let me make that call."

Dan went into the living room to make his call while Archie plated their food.

"Hey, Savannah. Yeah, yeah, it's all set up." Dan looked over his shoulder to make sure Archie couldn't overhear. "He ate it up....yeah, Archie's not the brightest tool in the box but I hear from his exes I've fucked that he's hung....Don't worry, he doesn't suspect a thing. Right, we'll be there at 9....Haha, yeah, he's a good buddy...but a guy needs humbled every now and then to keep him on his game. Right. See ya." Dan disconnected the call and walked nonchalantly back into the kitchen.

He slapped Archie on the back at the bar, who was already halfway through his steak.

"It's all set, buddy. She said she'd love to meet you. We're expected at 9."

"Sweet! Man, I owe you. Can't wait to show this woman a thing or two."

"No doubt." And Dan just smiled. That smile.

Nine PM, Savannah's Miami Condo

Savannah checked her appearance one final time as the bell pealed. If Dan was to be believed, Archie was not only good looking but also well hung. And an anal virgin. It was always nice to sample fresh meat. She opened the door; her usual sultry smile fixed on her lips, and almost melted. So far, one for two.

"Hello, boys, come in." Savannah gestured towards the foyer and followed them into her sumptuous living room. She settled onto a long couch and patted the spaces on either side of her. "Sit down, get comfortable."

Archie complied readily enough, sitting to her right while Dan sat on her left.

"So, Savannah, I must say, my buddy Dan didn't tell me just how beautiful you really are."

His eyes made a slow perusal, from the top of her carefully arranged blonde hair to her red-painted toenails. Hot, didn't quite cover it.

"Well, I'm sure Dan gave it his best." A mischievous smile curled her lips.

"Cute, Savannah; real cute" Dan joked back.

"How about a drink, Archie? Beer? Whiskey?"

Savannah walked over to the bar and opened up the large lacquered cabinet and took out three glasses.

"Beer's fine. Anything's good."

Archie's attention was not on the drinks on offer, but the wonderful smorgasbord Savannah's legs offered. It was all the distraction Savannah needed in order to spike his beer. And, oh, Dan's too while she was at it. No sense in passing up another opportunity to best Dan at their sensual tug of war. She smiled. Evilly.

Much later

Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! The word repeated over and over in his head like a metronome as Dan took in the fact that once again, he was at the mercy of the sultry and devious Savannah Dubois. Touché! He opened bleary eyes and wished he hadn't. Savannah was standing over him, a satisfied smirk creasing her beautiful face. Well, at least she was naked, was all he could think.

And indeed she was, except for the mid-thigh-high leather-heeled boots; black, of course. Her hair now cascaded down her back and a few strands teased her nipples. Her legs were slightly spread; Dan could see the barest hint of moisture wetting her slit; no doubt her arousal stemmed from gaining the upper hand....again. He heard a male groan to his left and carefully turned his pounding head towards the sound. He couldn't prevent a reluctant laugh from escaping as he spied his good buddy well and truly trussed in much the same manner as he was.

Archie was spread-eagled, face-up on a low table; about four feet in width and a mere two feet in height, the table, made up entirely of stainless steel. His ankles and wrists were gently cuffed in fur-trimmed bracelets that were connected to stainless-steel posts at the bottom and top, respectively. Completely naked, and apparently chilled (his dick had shrunk to an embarrassing three inches), Archie struggled futilely at his bonds.

"Dammit, woman!"

The exclamation rasped from Archie's throat like sandpaper, and Dan laughed again. Poor, Archie; he'd tried to warn his friend about the wicked Savannah. Honestly, he should have suspected she would pull something like this; how many times had he been caught in the exact same snare they now found themselves in? Still, he couldn't complain. Sure, he would probably ache for days, yet he couldn't bring him self to regret coming here tonight with Archie. Savannah was worth it.

"Don't bother with pleas for mercy, buddy; been there, done that; she won't let up."

Dan now turned his attention back to Savannah, and then wished he hadn't. Approaching cattily, Savannah held up a long, gleaming black glass "apparatus"; though not very thick the rounded nodules along the length concerned him.

"Now, now, babe; uhm, I mean Mistress...remember what happened the last time you used that thing on me?"

His ass puckered every step she made toward him, and his balls shrunk up high and tight. Damn. His dick, however, had other ideas; tall and proud it waved at her in welcome, as if to say, "Over here; pick me, pick me!" Traitor, he thought.

"Oh, I remember very well what happened, my dearest Dan. You moaned, you groaned, you yelled for mercy; and then you came...in copious amounts, all over me and yourself." She turned to Archie, smiling...archly. "It took him forever clean it all up...with his tongue."

Archie's eyes widened in alarm, forcing another reluctant laugh from Dan. "No worries, buddy; you can have a beer chaser after."

Savannah's attention returned to Dan, and he mentally kicked him self in the head for not keeping his stupid mouth shut. She was in full dominatrix mode and speaking out of turn would result in severe punishment. His gut contracted with trepidation as she picked up cat-o-nine tails from another nearby low-lying table. She casually swished the whip as she approached him, her movements stealthy and menacing. A satisfied smirk chased across her face; he was really in for it now.

"Dan, Dan, Dan" she intoned, "what a naughty boy you are. I don't recall giving you permission to speak, do you? NO! Don't answer. Your act of disobedience will not go unpunished; I cannot have you setting a bad example for our new friend. Perhaps he can learn from your mistake."

So saying she delicately ran the tails up along his left leg, expertly slapping his inner thigh, before moving to his groin. She allowed the leather to rest on his fully erect dick; dread and anticipation boiled in his blood. WHACK! She let fly the whip on his shaft. Though barely making contact with his flesh, he felt the sting and his eyes burned. His but cheeks clenched tightly; he knew what was to come next.

There was just enough slack in his chains to allow her to position his legs further apart. The glass-like apparatus came into view briefly and Dan cussed a blue-streak, in his head of course. It seemed there would be no consideration of his comfort, for he could not see a bottle of lube anywhere in the vicinity. The cold glass probed at his rectum; his ass puckered with resistance but it was no use. She would have her way and there was nothing he could do to stop it. After just a few minutes she'd managed to work the thing completely into his ass. Dry and uncomfortable, the apparatus protruded from his ass like a monster's head. The ridges and bumps further increased his discomfort and for a few minutes all he could do was writhe in agony. Even so Dan, being Dan, could not help the eagerness with which his ass clenched around the device. Small tingles of electric pleasure radiated from his ass into his balls and dick, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he moaned loudly.

"Mmmm, you look so delicious; a veritable feast."

Savannah now stood straddled above him and promptly sat on his face, severely decreasing the flow of oxygen to his brain. Despite the discomfort he was in Dan felt he was in danger of cumming, which at this point was not a good idea; the Mistress had not yet given him permission.

"Suck my cunt, Bitch!"

Savannah's voice rumbled through the rushing of blood to his ears but he complied readily enough.

"Make me cum; make me cum hard!" she further commanded.

Dan sucked hard on her clit, much as if it were a cock. Thank God he knew how she liked it, what would make her go wild, or he'd be in serious deep shit. After just a few minutes of biting and licking the hard nubbin in his mouth Savannah climaxed...hard. Her hands grabbed his skull and she ground her pussy all over his face, leaving hot tracks of her juices on his flesh. She thrashed wildly about, moaning and screaming her pleasure.

Archie's eyes were glued to the action; Savannah's tits bounced with every spasm, and her "fuck yeah, such a good fucking slave" echoed merrily in the room. He finally felt the first stirrings of arousal, and happily welcomed the sensation of his dick swelling, blood rushing. If his hands had been free his dick would have been in one hand and his balls in the other. And even though the thought of having a damned dildo stuck up his ass was a bit disconcerting, he thought he might be able to handle it if she would ride his face just like that.

Abruptly Savannah disengaged herself from Dan's now drenched face and walked back towards his lower extremities. She plunged three of her fingers into her sopping cunt and swirled them around. Finally she pulled them out and smeared her cream over the head of Dan's cock, over his balls, and finally to his ass. His hips fucked the air wildly and it took every bit of control he had not to cum.

"I'm going to suck your dick, slave; but you can't cum until I pinch your nipple. If you cum before I do there'll be hell to pay."

Wordlessly Dan nodded and watched with fevered desperation as Savannah knelt on the floor. She grabbed the apparatus in one hand and stirred it around inside his rectum, stimulating his prostate. He shivered in exquisite pleasure-pain and had to bite his tongue when he felt the first wet stroke along his shaft. She teased his dick with her tongue, stroking the full length and girth of him. Every surface inch of his dick was now wet with her saliva; her mouth swallowed him whole. His hips jerked upward and this time he couldn't hold back the deep guttural groan that slipped out.

"Mmmmm, I bet my slave wants to shoot his load."

Savannah had taken her mouth off his dick to deliver the tease, but now re-doubled her efforts. Part of her really wished he would cum so she could punish him. Yet if he managed to hold out then she could move on to the delectable Archie. So far he'd behaved him self and hadn't uttered a sound; she'd like to reward his behavior with a nice long, slow ride on his cock. Her pussy tightened up just thinking about it and she moaned around Dan's dick. For the poor unfortunate Dan, it was more than he could bear. The small vibration was enough to set him off like Vesuvius. His panicked "aaaarrrrrgghhhhhhhhhhh" erupted in unison with his traitorous dick. He bucked wildly into her mouth, and the monster in his ass was forced ever deeper. Though he'd disobeyed her by cumming too soon, Savannah, never one to waste a nice hot load, swallowed every drop, milking him until he was empty. With a satisfied pop Savannah removed her mouth and delicately licked her lips.

"You know" Savannah said while getting to her feet, "despite the fact that you disregarded my order and came too soon, I think I'll save your punishment for another time." And then she turned to Archie. "But you, my little pet, I think should get a little taste of his medicine."

Oh, shit! Archie struggled mightily at his bonds, but to no avail. Despairingly he watched as she removed the apparatus from Dan's ass and approached him. He opened his mouth to protest, but then thought better of it when he saw the wicked gleam of anticipation in Savannah's eyes. His buddy was still writhing, half in pleasure, half in agony. The poor sod had been used and abused, and he, Archie, was next. Shit!

"Dan is quite the man, it's true; but you, dear Archie, are a sucker. Your good buddy over there set you up, which is why I'm being lenient with him. He knows I've been wanting a new toy, and you fit the role."

Savannah winked at Dan over her shoulder and he winked right back. Son of a bitch! When she reached Archie she straddled his chest, sat on him, and leaned in real close. She gently rubbed her lips against his, and then bit down; his mouth opened in shock, which was all the opening she needed. Quickly she thrust her tongue, which tasted of Dan's cum, deep into his mouth. Anticipating a struggle she grabbed his head to hold him steady for the oral assault.

Gagging sounds emanated from Archie's throat but she wouldn't let up. After a while the taste subsided and he relaxed; but when she pulled away the used device took the place of her tongue. Archie's eyes widened in shock and it felt for a few moments that he might hurl.

"Don't worry, pet; in anticipation of tonight Dan cleaned his ass out real good; no niblets for you....this time." And she laughed.

"Clamp down!" she ordered. Archie was not a rocket scientist, but he was smart enough to do as instructed.

She stood up and preceded to loosen the bonds securing his wrists somewhat, and then rolled him over onto his abdomen. A quiet ummph emerged from his mouth as his rock hard dick was smashed underneath him. He felt a cold glob of some kind of lube being smeared on his ass ring, and nearly choked on the device in his mouth when she shoved two fingers up his ass. Those fingers wriggled mercilessly inside him, but eventually the discomfort eased. He felt the bonds at his ankles slacken somewhat and then felt a hard whack across his ass cheeks.

"On your knees, pet" she commanded, and Archie, now filled with dread, slowly complied.

He heard the cabinet opening, some rustling noises; the cabinet doors shut. He'd lowered his head, not wanting to know exactly what it was Savannah was retrieving, but having a very good idea. When he lifted his head he was surprised to see Dan sitting in a chair across from him, free from his bonds and casually sipping a beer. A dark, malicious grin spread across his face, and he silently saluted him with the beer bottle.

Savannah walked into view and he nearly lost his grip on the device protruding from his mouth. She'd attached a strap-on unit to her hip; a long, thick, hard black rubbery "cock" was attached to it. She bent over to lean next to him and whispered in his ear, detailing exactly what she was going to do to him and what she expected from him. He gulped; loudly.

She walked backed to the rear position (pun intended); he heard some wet sucking sounds. Savannah slathered lube all over her "dick", being careful to coat every inch. She'd be gentle with Archie for his first time...maybe. She put the tip of the cock at the entrance to his hole and carefully eased forward. Archie squirmed frantically but Savannah was determined. Over the next five minutes she worked his ass with her tool, until the full eight inches was buried deeply inside. She paused there, giving Archie, who was still squirming madly, a few minutes to adjust.

Archie's ass burned like hell. His jaw hurt like hell. His dick throbbed like hell. He was in hell. Just then soft fingers caressed his nut sac and gently rolled them around. His dick jumped. Slowly Savannah began thrusting; in and out, in and out. Nerve endings he didn't know he had came alive and shocked, he felt a rush of pleasure. It started in his lower gut, then like a current of electricity, it arced along his dick and into his balls, until finally hitting his ass. Her pace quickened now and involuntarily his hips fucked back at her. He'd lowered his head again, not wanting his buddy to see that he was actually enjoying this.




Interlude 14-77



Fourteen

Sara is one of her 'watercooler buddies' at work. The woman is 2 or 3 years younger (it's not polite for even a woman to ask a woman's age!) than she is. They had known each other for a couple of years, and were fairly good friends. They certainly spent enough time with each other at lunch and an occasional after work happy hour to qualify as such.

Sara had lost her husband suddenly 3 and a half years ago. A hereditary condition had claimed him. One minute he was alive and well, the next he was dead and gone. As far as their conversations indicated, Sara had not attempted nor had any interest in establishing a relationship with anyone else since then. Certainly she would in time, but the pain was apparently still too fresh.

Their conversations as of late indicated that Sara was sexually frustrated. Even though she wasn't ready for a relationship, she was just plain horny. Over drinks, the woman had confided that she was getting tired of using just her own fingers for release. She wanted a man to dominate her, to service her, to physically love her, to be inside of her. The problem was, Sara was either unable or unwilling to find a 'one night stand'. 

She had started to try a little matchmaking for her friend, but the only likely candidates she knew were co-workers. Definitely was not a good idea to try to set that up. It was almost guaranteed that it would end up badly for one or both parties involved.

During one slightly long Friday afternoon happy hour, and after the third margarita, an idea sort of formed in her brain. At first, she shook it off as a ridiculous product of too much alcohol. However, it just wouldn't go away. The tequila based concoctions, coupled with watching 20-something men walking around in the bar inevitably guide the conversation towards sex. Suddenly, without thinking about it, the idea just blurts out.

"Sara, you know the guy I fuck now and then? How'd you like to get off with him?"

Jaw dropping, Sara looks at her for a few seconds, and then starts giggling. "Yeah, right," is the response.

"No, I'm serious. You know me. You know I wouldn't be messing around with him if he wasn't OK. I sure as hell wouldn't be going back for more if he wasn't worth it. You can trust him, I do. You know our situation. If either of us chose to, we could cause the other a whole lot of hell. I know him, he's fun, he's safe, he's respectful, and he's a hell of a fuck," she explains, not quite believing that she is saying it.

"I don't know. I mean, he is yours, right? Even if I were interested, I wouldn't want to cause a problem with you."

"It's not like we're married. We are very good friends, we have a shared past, and we have a lot of respect for each other. I am fond of him, I have to admit. He treats me like no one else ever has. However, we are just good friends. It might go further sometime down the road, but for now there are no real strings attached," comes her reply. She thinks she believes those words as they come out, but there is already a small doubt raising its head in the back of her mind. Could she really set him up to fuck Sara, and not feel at least jealous about it? "Let's drop it for now, but you think about it, OK?"

And so its dropped. The rest of the evening is cut a bit short, as both ladies feel uncomfortable not speaking about what was just brought up.

She is sitting at home the next evening, catching up on the latest episode of 'True Fang' on TV, when her cell phone rings. She can tell form the number that it is Sara.

"Hi. You watchin' Suckie get bit?"

"Yeah. What's going on?"

"Remember what you asked me last night? If you were serious, I think I'd like to try it. I really need a dick. I don't want to impose, and I don't want to piss you off, but if its OK with you, lets do it," Sara explains in a hushed voice.

She is silent for a few moments. Sara agreeing to her offer really hadn't seemed likely, so this is catching her a bit unprepared. 

"OK, I'll see what I can do. However, we're going to do this my way. We're going to surprise him with this. I want to be there, to watch. I admit it's a bit perverted, but I couldn't stop thinking last night after I got home about seeing him fuck you. I don't think he'll have a problem with this, but if I'm there he certainly won't. He also has a few things he really likes, so we're going to have to get prepared a bit. This sound workable to you?"

Sara answer is quick, "I guess so. What do we have to do?"

"It's going to be torture for you. We're going shopping ..."

9 days later it is all set up. She has booked the same hotel suite they used for their last rendezvous. It was very nice, comfortably appointed, and the view was great. She had to admit that last time they hadn't spent much time looking out the window. She gave him a time to arrive in early evening. That would give her and her friend time to arrive and prep themselves for the evening's festivities.

Mixed feelings still pop into her mind over what she was going to do. However, thinking about watching the other woman and her stud going after it, and possibly participating herself, got her worked up to the point where there was no way to back out of it now. 

The two ladies hit the nail salon mid-afternoon, to get their nails done and a relaxing foot-gasm at the hands of the Vietnamese girls who work there. While enjoyable, the time is a bit strained, as they struggle to find small talk that doesn't involve what is to take place later.

Arriving at the hotel room, both women take their overnight bags into the vanity area, and unpack. All the various beauty products are produced and laid in front of the huge mirror. Grooming liquids and blades are taken into the shower area. Their chosen lingerie for the evening is laid out on the bed. They have almost 2 hours before he is due to arrive. She pours them glasses of her favorite, blackberry wine. Sara reaches into the shower area, and turns on the stream of water. Her friend then starts stripping off her everyday clothes.

Taking a seat on the vanity chair, she relaxes and watches her friend. A good long sip of wine accompanies the sight of a shirt coming off, followed by shorts. Sara's choice of everyday underwear is rather plain, but does not detract in the least from her figure. Her friend moves into the shower and closes the door. The entire shower enclosure is clear glass, so she can get a good look at her partner for the evening's activities. Sara is definitely a bottle blonde. Her pubic bush looks to be well trimmed, but in a natural shape. About 5 and a half feet tall, relatively thin (especially considering their ages), flat stomach, nicely shaped ass. However, her best feature can't be ignored. 

Sara has a great pair of tits. They look like a heavy D cup, maybe even double D. Their weight has worked on her skin over the years a bit, there is a little sag, and the hint of some faint stretch marks running between her neck and nipples. The profile is classic. They are definitely all real, there is just too much jiggle for any plastic to be underneath. The nipples are simply incredible. The areola is large, at least two inches across, and puffy. They are dark pink in color, and well defined against the pale skin. The tip of the nipple looks like a large pencil eraser, and sticks out almost a quarter of an inch. She can see the nipples harden even more as Sara caresses them with suds.

If Sara knows she's being watched, it is not evident. Going through the motions of washing her body, using the razor to smooth her legs and trim between them, and then soaking and lathering up her hair seems all normal, as if nothing different from the everyday is going on.

She gets up, walks over to the whirlpool bath and starts the water. There is no way she will waste the opportunity to use it. After the water is up high enough, she turns on the jets. 

Sara finishes her hair, and kills off the spray. 

"Don't bother drying off, just come out here and jump in," she fires off at her soggy friend. 

Sara opens the shower door, and quickly steps around into the hot water. The basin isn't as big as a hot tub, but it will fit two people comfortably. The woman sits down, and relaxes back against the inclined tub wall. Surrendering to the hot liquid flowing around her, she slides down until the water is right up under her chin.

Stepping out of her own underwear, she hops in the shower, and duplicates Sara's efforts. She glances at her friend now and then, and is not surprised to see her watching. As she does her magic with the razor, she sees the younger woman's eyes grow wider as she carefully trims and shapes her bush into the narrow V he seems to like so much.

Finished washing off the day, she hops out and steps into the tub. She reclines facing opposite her friend, so that they are looking at each other. 

"Damn, that feels good," they both blurt out at the same time. Giggling at each other, they just relax and let the swirling hot water caress their bodies.

After about 10 minutes, eyelids are way too heavy, bodies are way too relaxed, and they realize they better get their butts in gear or he's going to walk in on them unprepared.

The time in the tub has gotten them quite comfortable around each other. As they take turns at the makeup mirror and the hair drier, they are still completely naked. Each lady catches the other staring out of the corner of their eyes at the other. Is it just curiosity, sizing up the competition, or a little bit of lust? Neither one of them know, nor care.

Sara's blonde hair, cut in a wedge that stops just above her neckline, contrasts nicely with her own dark, long locks. The ladies help each other apply makeup, giggling like teenagers as they try to make each other appear as slutty as possible. Dark, upswept eye shadow, heavy eye liner and lash enhancement, and deep red lipstick (the no smudge type) to match their newly done nails goes on carefully.

The two women get up and walk to the bed, where the lingerie they purchased for the evening was laid out.

Picking up the flimsy garments she had chosen for herself, Sara explains "I haven't worn anything like this in years. They're so pretty, I can't wait to put them on."

"I agree. Pretty stuff like this really makes me feel sexy when I dress up."

She had suggested to Sara that she use black for her basic color. Besides the fact that he seemed to really like it, there was just something about a good looking blonde woman dressed in black underwear. The younger lady had chosen a very sheer pair of thigh highs, back seamed, of course. A satin and lace thong would cover her womanhood, at least for a little while. To frame her massive tits, a half cup shelf bra, one that would support their weight but leave the incredible nipples uncovered. 4 inch heels would add considerably to her already tall frame. She had chosen ones with an ankle strap, to keep them on during the upcoming gyrations. To top it all off, a sheer coverup.

Sara begins to dress for bed, bunching up a nylon, and then rolling it over her foot and up her right ankle. She watches, admiring the blonde's figure as she slides the stocking up and over her knee. It slides into place, the top of the lacey band resting about 3 inches below her pussy. On comes the left one, matching its right leg mate. Sara stands, and turns away from her, looking back over her left shoulder. "Are the seams straight?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah. They look great," comes the answer from her friend.

Picking up the thong, Sara bends over and slides in over her right foot first, then left, and pulls the flimsy garment up her legs and over her hips. Wiggling a little bit to settle it, she then runs her fingers inside the leg openings to get the elastic in just the right place.

She picks up the black bra off the bed. "Here, let me help you with this," she offers. Standing in front of the blonde, she holds up the bra by the straps to allow her friend to put her arms through the openings. Moving around to Sara's back, she pulls the bra's straps around the torso, and fastens the hooks. Her hands slide under the arms, slide under the breasts, and adjust the cups back and forth a bit to help the flesh find its correct position inside the fabric. Nothing sexual, just being helpful ...

Sara sits on the bed, and straps on the heels. Pulling on the cover, she loosely ties the belt around her wais, and then stands up. Arms out from her sides, the blonde slowly twirls around. "How do I look?"

"Good enough to eat, my dear. He's gonna love you," she replies. Indeed, her friend looks gorgeous. The lingerie is just right for her frame. The heels cause her ass to stick out more than usual, nice and round. Breasts jutting forward, supported by the fabric shelves underneath them, pull the cover out away from her chest. The see through fabric drops off the tips of her nipples a good 3 and a half inches in front of her belly. The thin whisp of thong separates the butt cheeks nicely. The stockings accent her shapely legs. 

Now its her turn to get dressed for the evenings festivities. Even though she was planning on only watching, and perhaps offering encouragement if the other two ran into awkward moments, it was 'necessary' to dress appropriately for the occasion. Being fully clothed just didn't seem to be right.

Deciding on something a bit different than her normal black or white, she has chosen some dark coffee colored stockings, beautiful sheer fabric with a black back seem and Cuban styled heels. They are garter style, not thigh high stay ups. These were pretty expensive, about 25 dollars for the pair, but she was worth it – or was it he who was worth it?

The garments themselves are a rich cream color, with tiny ribbons and fake pearls accenting the satin and lace. She first picks up the garter belt, and slides it up over her legs. Pulling it up over the flare of her hips, it settles into place. She lets it ride low, with the bottom edge just slightly above the V cut of her pubic hair. It is kind of a cross between cincher and belt, about 12 inches tall. The front is lace, the side panels and back are satin. It has hook eye closures in the back, but they are just for show. The fabric stretches, so manually using the fasteners is not necessary. Six garters fall from the bottom edge, two in front closely framing her womanhood, two more at the front outside of her hips, and the back two positioned to cross directly over the fullest part of her cheeks.

Sliding one of the nylons up over her right leg, she marvels at how smooth and cool the fabric is against her skin. The quality of these expensive ones versus the ones she had been purchasing is amazing. Future purchases will definitely be on par with this pair! Sliding it up over her thigh, it tops out perfectly below her pussy. The fabric clings to her skin, staying in place. However, since it does not have an elastic band, it will not stay there by itself once she starts moving around. She adjusts the length of the front right garter, and snaps it closed over the dark band. Reaching to her side, she does the same, and then around to the back. To reach the back ones, she has to prop her leg up onto the bed, and bend over slightly. She remembers the difficulty she had with back garters the first time she wore them for him, but is practiced enough now that her fingers have no problem snapping the clip into place.

She repeats the process with the stocking for her left leg. Once it is in place, she turns away from Sara and asks if they are straight.

"Not exactly. Here, let me ..." her friend answers.

Sara kneels behind her, and adjusts the back garter clips so that they are positioned directly over the back seams, where they should be. She then slides her hands down each leg, straightening the seams as she goes. Her hands move a bit slower than they need to. It seems that the blonde enjoys the slippery feeling of her legs encased in the high dollar hosiery.

Standing back up, Sara steps back to admire her efforts. "Damn, those feel great. I'm jealous!" she teases her dark haired buddy.

"Oh, they feel delicious. I could get off just by rubbing my legs together now." To illustrate, she moves her thighs back and forth. The smooth fabric makes light swishing sounds as each leg moves against the other. 

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she starts putting on her footwear. Going a little on the wilder side, she bought a couple of open toe mules with back straps, boasting 4 and a half inch heels. They are the same cream color as the rest of her outfit. The height of the heels will get her almost as far up in the air as her friend, but won't quite overcome the difference in their height.

Without really thinking about why, she chose not to get matching panties, and will do without them for the evening. Her butt and her womanhood will be out there for the whole world (or at least two members of it) to see. 

Likewise, she has chosen to go braless, but has a light, see through cover up that looks almost identical to Sara's. It was a set with the garter belt, and has ribbons, pearls, and lace set in matching patterns.

She stands up, and slowly turns in front of the large vanity mirror. Admiring herself, she has to admit that she looks pretty damn hot tonight. Her dark, flowing hair contrasted with the paleness of her skin and the creamy color of her trimmings.

Sara had taken a seat on the ottoman across the room, and had been watching as she finished dressing. "Damn, girl. That looks great. If I were a lezbo, I'd be all over you right now."

"Thank you, you're quite a sight yourself. Maybe we need to hire a photographer and do some internet modeling?" she answers, with a giggle.

With impeccable timing, 10 minutes later they heard a soft rap on the door, followed by the key card being slipped into the lock. Sara quickly shuffles off to hide in the walk in closet across from the bathroom.

She stands up next to the bed, and waits for him. He stops in the middle of the room, gazing at her, taking in her beauty. He hold up his right hand, and twirls his index finger. Complying with his unspoken request, she slowly pivots on her heels, showing him what he thinks is in store for him.

"Woman, you are absolutely gorgeous," he manages to stammer out.

"Why, thank you kind sir. Now get in the shower and clean yourself off, if you have any plans to get next to me tonight."

He quickly hops off into the shower. She follows him, and pulls the door closed, so he won't catch a glimpse of her friend. As she suspects, the shower is relatively quick. He skips the whirlpool, with his mind focused on her, not jetting water. Thank God men don't take as much time as we do to primp, she thinks to herself.

He comes out of the bathroom, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. She is standing across the room, next to the chair and ottoman, and motions to him to join her. He walks over to her, and they embrace. His head bends over, and his lips find hers. His arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her in tight. Tongues meet, dancing urgently. Her hands slip down, and loosens the towel, allowing it to fall to the floor. She pushes her belly towards him, contacting his rapidly stiffening member. After a minute, he slides slightly to one side. His right hand finds her left breast, lightly touching it through the smooth thin fabric. It then slides down, running lightly over her belly and down to her mound. He thrusts his tongue into her mouth, finger finding her clit and running it in time. She starts to tense. Suddenly, she pulls back, putting a hand on his chest to push him away a bit.

"Damn. Slow down a bit. We've got all night, lover."

"I know, but you look so damn good in that," he replies. His dick is rock hard, sticking out between them. She can see it bob up and down as it seeks the warmth between her legs.




Interlude 14-77



"I've got a surprise for you. I hope you like it."

He looks at her with a slightly puzzled face. Sara has used the distraction of their tongue battle to sneak out of the closet up behind him.

She winks, a signal to her friend to get closer. "Yes. I definitely think you're going to like it."

At that, Sara's hands slide around his waist and settle on his cock. Startled, he jumps and yelps a bit. Turning around, he sees the younger woman for the first time, and just stares in shock. Both women are giggling at his reaction. 

Wanting to cut his questions off before they began, she explains," This is Sara. She is a good friend."

She moves closer to him, right behind and to his left side. Her left hand slides around his hip, and settles on his cock. Leaning close to his ear, she whispers," Sara needs our help. You see, she's not had a man in a long time. She needs a good, hard, no strings attached fuck. I can't think of a better man to help her out."

"Sara's pretty, isn't she," she asks him in a cooing voice. At a loss for words, he just nods in agreement.

"I want you to please her. I want you to get her off. I want you to enjoy yourself while you are doing it. Play with those gorgeous tits. Suck them. Eat her pussy. Let her suck your cock. Fuck her up one side and down the other. Whatever the two of you want to do is fine with me."

He turns to look at her. "Are you serious? This isn't a joke, or a trap? I'm not going to get into trouble with you?" he queries. His questions indicate he is suspicious of a setup, but his dick pointing at Sara indicates that at least that part of him hopes it is not.

"No tricks, I'm serious. Sara's serious. Please, treat her well. I know you will, and I know you both will enjoy it. Loosen up, and have some fun with her. I'm going to be right here, watching. You know, I'm getting wet just thinking about seeing you and her fuck," she admits in a hushed voice.

At that, she turns from him and walks over to the light switch on the wall. Using the slider control, she lowers the light level in the room. Then she moves over to the large comfy chair, sits, and props her feet up on the ottoman.

He looks at the blonde, who returns his stare. Taking the initiative, he moves to her. Cupping her head in his hands, he looks into her eyes. "Do you want this?" he asks. "Yes," comes her answer, in a shaking voice.

Moving around Sara, he goes to the window, and uses the chains to pull the curtains open. With the low light level in the room, all anyone could see of them now is a silhouette. In any case, they are so high up in the tower that no one (maybe) will be looking their way. 

Turning, he walks back to the blonde, takes her by the hand, and leads her to the window. He places her hands on the rail, and moves behind her. Careful not to touch her with his body, yet, his hand gathers up her hair. His lips find the nape of her neck. His tongue starts lightly tracing up and down, from her shoulders to the base of her hair. She shivers in response, and a low moan issues from deep inside.

Hands reach up and settle on Sara's shoulders. Cupping them, he pulls himself forward into her. His body forces its way against hers. His stiffness finds its natural position, in the vertical channel between her buttocks. Her hands grasp the railing hard, knuckles turning pale. A loud gasp escapes, her head tilts back against him. Hands move form her shoulders, down her arms, and then make the slight jump over to her massive breasts.

Lightly running his fingers over their flesh, he feels the nipples instantly respond, They harden, and the puffy areola finds more definition, bulging away a bit more from the pale mass of her orbs. The cups of the half bra are perfectly aligned, the lower third of her areola are covered by the top of the fabric. 

In a soft voice in her left ear, he asks "What do you want me to do for you?"

"Everything. Anything. Do whatever you want to do with me. I want it all. Use me. Be inside of me. Fuck me," is her reply.

His hands grasp her cover, and pull it back over her shoulders. Gravity drops it down between them, where it hangs on his extension. He steps back a little, gives a wiggle, and it falls to the floor around her heels.

He pushes back against her, and starts to slowly grind his length against her ass. Arching her back, she pushes against him, increasing the friction between their skin. His hands find their way to her waist. They lightly slide over her belly, finger tips teasing her just inside the waistband of her panties. Her skin flutters in response to his touch. It has been so long since someone touched her there.

Moving back up her torso, finding their way under her arms, his fingers slide their way into the bra cups. Sliding between the fabric and her flesh, he cups the large orbs. They complete fill his hands, and then some. He starts slowly kneading their mass. The flesh is so soft, so pliant. Her hands come up and cover his, squeezing them hard into her breasts. 

A spectator is watching the two of them from the comfort of the overpadded chair. Her legs have spread, heels propped up on the corners of the ottoman. The left hand has found its way inside of her cover, and is currently tweaking her right nipple. The fingers of the right hand are rubbing over her womanhood, sliding up and down the outside of her lips. She is glad that her two friends have taken to each other so easily for the night's activities. She is even more glad that they are exciting the hell out of her. Willing her hands to slow down a bit, she doesn't want to get off before they do.

Sara turns around, and reaches out for his cock. Taking it in her right hand, she slowly slides her fingers up and down its length. Looking into his eyes, she pleads "I want this. I need this. Please, may I have it?"

He just nods in agreement. The blonde slowly drops to her knees in front of him, her back resting on the glass. While running her right index finger up and down the length of his cock, her eyes very closely study it. They take in the shape of the mushroom head, the veins that run down its length. The four fingers of her left hand reach up, and lightly stroke his ball sac with the freshly manicured nails. The wrinkled skin immediately reacts, tightening around the two masses contained within. 

Years ago, Sara would have just opened wide and wolfed down his pecker. Now, given the situation, she is hesitant, not wanting to do something wrong. "I'd like to put it in my mouth. May I?" she asks, looking up at him with eyes wide open.

With a large grin on his face, he nods in agreement. The blonde moves her head closer to his member. The tongue darts out, and ever so slightly touches the tip of his manhood. It jerks upward in response. Sara giggles, then touches it again. Getting a little more adventurous, the tongue swirls around the head, tracing the outline of the mushroom base. He moans with pleasure, and pivots his hips a bit to place his shaft closer to her.

Head turning to one side, Sara's mouth slides the wetness of her lips down the right side of his shaft, and then back up to the tip. Pivoting, the mouth moves down the left side, with the tongue dancing on the underside of his cock. 

Reaching up with her left hand, the blonde grasps the tip of his cock and pulls it up towards his belly. His balls are her tongue's next target, sliding down from the base of the shaft. The tip moves back and forth across the skin, tickling it. Sara can sense the skin reacting to her efforts, can feel it tightening further.

Backing off a bit, the eyes look up at him. Left hand still grasping his member, it slides down its length a bit, and then cradles it against her left cheek. "I've missed this so much over the past years. I can't tell you how much I love cock. I love to lick it, I love to suck it, I love to feel its length inside of my mouth. Thank you for giving me yours," she says, clearly thankful he is serving as her fuck toy for the evening.

The blonde hair moves back a bit, the head repositions, the lips part, and mouth opens wide. Sara's head plunges forward, quickly engulfing his length. The woman takes in his entire length, burying her nose into his pubic bone.

He gasps at the sensation, head leaning back. His hips involuntarily move forward against her. His hands move from the window railings to her head, each one grabbing a fistful of blonde locks.

From her vantage point off to their side, she watches intently as her friend's head bobs up and down on her lover's dick. She has moved up onto the ottoman, crouched on her haunches. Left hand continues to twist and pull her right nipple. The right hand's first two fingers have found their way between her lips, and are furiously sliding up and down. Her clit is buzzing form the attention. Her pussy is so wet that the movements feel as if her flesh is made of liquid silk. Hips sway back and forth with no conscious thought, dry humping the furniture's material. In her mind, she wills her friend to suck him harder.

Sara's deep throat motions on his rod are rapidly bringing him to the edge. As much as he wants to cum in her mouth, he also doesn't want the evening to end prematurely. Lovingly holding the blonde hair, he pulls his dick out from between her lips. She lunges forward, trying to recapture him, but his hands prevent it. "Noooooooo ... please ...," she pleads.

"Sorry sweetheart , but if you keep doing that you're going to get a mouthful and this evening will end way too soon," he tries to placate her. He thinks to himself how ironic it is to have a beautiful woman on her knees begging to suck his cock, and he has to stop her. Damn, why wasn't she around when he was younger?

He kneels down a bit, places his hands on her upper arms, and pulls her back up to him. His right hand finds its way to her belly, and then slides inside of her panties, down through her pubic hair, and slides over her clit. Sara gasps, and her legs weaken. His left hand cups the back of the blonde's head, and pulls it to him. Their lips lock, and tongues find each other hungrily. The kiss starts hard, and becomes frantic as their faces press against each other. His middle finger tickles her clit. Soft moans escape from deep within her.

Sara's legs clench together, trapping his hand. Arms lock around his neck, head leans back against the glass. A squeal starts coming form between clenched teeth. 10 finger nails bite into his shoulders. An orgasm 3 years in the making surfaces, exploding outward from deep inside. The woman loses control, collapsing against the railing and window. His arms support her as her whole body spasms in ecstasy. 

Slowly, Sara catches her breath, recovers, and regains her feet. Standing once again, arms still around his neck, the blonde pulls close to his ear and whispers," Thank you. I thought I'd never feel that again."

"You're welcome, and you're welcome for several more that are on their way," he replies.

Disengaging the tanned arms from his neck, he pivots her to face the window. He places her hands on the railing, and then back away from her. His hands grab her hips, and pull them towards his groin. When the woman is fully bent over, his right foot moves her feet apart. He squats down behind her, hooks fingers into the small bits of fabric that make up her panties, and pull them down across her ass cheeks. He stops when they reach the top of her stockings. Moving his face forward, he runs his tongue from the base of her left cheek up to the top, and back down the right cheek. In response, she pushes her ass back towards him.

He stands, and moves close behind her rear end. Taking his cock in his right hand, he slide the head up and down her crack. Sara's hips being undulating, trying hard to capture his cock and draw it in. He narrows his movements, concentrating on sliding the head over her pussy lips. Inundated with her natural moisture, the lips provide no resistance and part. He positions the head over her opening, and pushes forward a couple of inches.

A sharp intake of air is heard, as the blonde gasps in reaction to the penetration. Back arching in response to his girth filling her, her head drops down. After waiting so long for a dick to penetrate her pussy, it might be prudent to go slowly, to allow her orifice to adjust to his size. However, lust has taken control, and she just rams herself back onto his length. His dick slides all the way in, belly slapping her ass, balls bouncing against her clit.

The ample lubrication provided from inside of her minimizes any discomfort, and her hips immediately start pumping forward and backward. He just stands still, providing a hard, stable rod to repeatedly impale her pussy. His hands rest on her hips. Normally he would be using them as handholds

Still intently watching from her vantage point off to the side, she licks her lips as she watches her friend fucking her man wildly. The blonde's enormous breasts swing underneath her with each piston like plunge of his manhood deep into her. The fleshy mounds are so large, and their movement so exaggerated, that it appears they are slapping her chin on their forward swings. She can see small ripples move across the ass cheeks as the woman slams back into him. The woman's hands are gripping the window rail so hard, her knuckles are turning white. The sight is intoxicating. Her right index and middle fingers are furiously sliding in and out of her pussy 

Unable to remain a non-participant any longer, she gets up off the ottoman, and walks over to the fucking couple. The cover drops to the floor. She moves up against his back, tits pressing against him. Her hands circle around his waist, and drop down. Her fingers spread in 2 by 2 Vs, and close around the base of his cock. Lower fingers cupping his balls, she has created a tunnel through which his cock stands ramrod straight. Her friend's ass slaps the top of her hands as she pumps back and forth.

She tilts her head up, and whispers in his ear, "You like fucking her, don't you? I love watching your cock going in and out of her pussy."

"I can't believe you're letting me do this," he replies. "This has got to be a dream."

"Little boy, I'm not letting you do this. I'm telling you to do this. Fuck her. Fuck her hard, and fuck her long. I want her so satisfied and exhausted when you're done that she can't stand, much less walk. Got it?" she asks, adding a playful squeeze on his ball sac.

"Yes, ma'am. Wouldn't want to disappoint the boss."

"Oh, one more thing. You can fuck her as much as you want, any way you want, but don't you dare cum." She squeezes his balls a little bit tighter, and adds "What is in here is for me, got it?"

He nods his agreement, and her grip loosens, but does not go away. Instead, her fingers start caressing his sac gently as the blonde continues to slam backwards on his dick.

After 3 or 4 minutes of the pounding, he stops the blonde. "Let's move to the bed," he says to her. Sara straightens up, and wiggles a bit. The small scrap of material serving as her panties falls to the floor. Stepping out of them, the woman moves over to the bed, and crawls up onto it. 

Positioning herself on all fours, with ass facing directly at him, Sara looks back at him over her right shoulder, eyes begging him to quickly plug back in. However, he has another idea in mind.

He turns his head towards his dark haired lover. She grins, and motions towards the bed with a slight shrug. 

Moving up behind his target on the bed, he grabs the blonde by her hips and rolls her over. Her pussy is his goal, but not with his dick. Not yet. He lays down between her spread legs, face positioned about 6 inches away from her womanhood. Sara's medium brown bush is full coverage, but neatly trimmed.

Propped up on his elbows, his uses his index fingers to gently smooth the hair away from her lips. Her abundant natural moisture tacks the hair down in place, just as if he was using hair gel. He then pushes his fingers harder against her skin just outside of the labia, and gently moves them apart. Her womanhood opens up for him, exposing the wet pink inside. Her lips are fully engorged, both from her excitement and from the friction of their window front fucking.

He gently blows on her private parts. A sharp intake of breath comes forth, as the air hitting her moist folds sends a slight chill up her spine.

He looks over at his dark haired fuck toy. "Come closer. Look and see how beautiful her pussy is," he says, with a sly grin.

She does move up to his side, her right hand sliding up her friend's nylon clad leg. "Oh yeah, that looks very pretty. If I was lizzy, I'd be pushing you out of the way to get to it," she fires back. Looking up at Sara's face, she sees the woman smile, obviously enjoying the compliments she is hearing from her friend and the man who is currently fucking her silly.

His face moves forward, and his tongue finds the blonde's clit. Gently flicking it, he gets an immediate reaction. A combination cry/moan escapes from Sara, followed by her hands reach down to grab him by the hair.

The tongue slides up and down slowly between her labia. At the bottom, he moves past and tickles the skin between her pussy and ass a little, before moving back up. At the top, he circles across the clit a couple of times before starting down again. After about 10 repetitions, he pauses at her entrance, sticks out the tongue as far and as rigidly as possible, and plunges it into her hole. Now, a serious squeal results.

Sara's knees pull up, her lower legs wrap around his shoulders, and then squeeze him. Her legs are pulling him in deeper. It's not really comfortable for him, the legs are pretty darned strong! He fights against them, as he moves his head in and out, fucking her with his erect mouth muscle. After 30 seconds or so, he has to stop, the woman is simply going to break his back while trying to face fuck him.

Coming up for air, he disengages from Sara's legs, and sits back on his haunches. Their dark haired friend rolls off to the woman's left side. 

Looking down at the object of his mouth's efforts, he observes, "Damn, woman. You're trying to break me in half! We're not as young as we used to be, please take it a little easier."

Sara's eyes bat at him innocently. "Why, kind sir. I do believe you need to quit bitchin' and get back to work. If you don't, I'll have to report you to your boss," she chides him, while tossing a nod at her friend beside her. Both women share a giggle at that.

He backs off the bed, bracing his legs against its side. Reaching out and grabbing the blonde's legs around the knees, he pulls her towards him. He stops when her ass reaches the edge of the mattress. He motions for her to move around to Sara's head. She does do, positioning herself resting on her knees. The mass of her friend's blonde hair rests in her lap, right on top of her pussy. Sara's head is cradled in the smoothness of her nylond clad thighs.

Grabbing Sara's ankles, he pushes them away from him. "Hold these for me, please," he asks his usual lover. Complying, she pulls on Sara's black nylon encased ankles back over the blonde's head. The blonde's pussy is now stretched wide open.

Dropping to his knees, his tongue again finds Sara's clit. His right index and middle finger slide inside of her opening. As they start moving in and out, his third finger and pinky slide over the pink rose of her asshole, teasing it. His left hand snakes up her side, finds her right breast, and starts squeezing the soft fleshy orb.

Sara doesn't last long in this position. Rather quickly, she tightly grasps handfuls of the sheet and starts her now familiar squeal. The orgasm tightens her muscles around his fingers, and then they relax, followed by her whole body seeming to melt into the bed.

He stands, and moves to the bed's edge. The fortunate height of the mattress places his dick at just the right height to assault her opening. Reaching down with his right hand, he grabs his rock hard shaft, and positions it on top of the woman's lips. Wet with her moisture, the lips part, and his dick's length settles in between. The mushroom head rests on her clit.




Interlude 14-77



Looking up at him, framed by her blonde locks of hair, eyes plead with him. "Please fuck me. Put that dick in me now, please", Sara asks of him.

Pulling his hips back a few inches allows the head to drop down to hover right against her opening. Slowly he swivels his hips forward, pushing the head inside. She's not caught be surprise this time, but seems every bit as hungry for him as before. He continues to slowly slide it. It might be his imagination, but he could swear that the pussy was grabbing his shaft and dragging him in deeper. He looks down just in time to see the last of his length enter.

He pushes hard against her, driving in up to the hilt. The pressure contacts her clit, his ball sac rests against the skin between her pussy and anus. Sara's sharp intake of breath signals her approval of the sensation.

Looking up at his dark haired lover, he reaches out and grabs the blonde's ankles away from her. They smile at each other. Her hands float down to cup her friend's ample breasts, propping them up onto her chest. The deep valley of cleavage it causes looks good enough to dive into.

His arms encircle Sara's legs near the knees, pulling them in to his chest. The woman is now bent at a 90 degree angle, legs straight up in the air. The black clad ankles rest on either side of his head. He rubs his face against them, savoring the smoothness of the fabric. A self confessed stocking freak, this is nothing short of heaven.

"My dear, would you be so kind as to remove her bra?" he asks his dark haired companion.

Sara props herself up on her elbows, allowing her friend to reach under and undo the hook and eye fasteners. Laying back, Sara pulls the bra straps from around her shoulders, and throws the garment half way across the room. 

As he starts to stroke in and out of her, he looks down at the blonde's incredible tits. With each slow thrust, a small wave moves through the mounds, and their mass moves up and down on her chest. The puffy nipples move with the pale flesh, each one traveling a good 4 inches up towards the chin, and then back down the other direction as his stroke reverses itself. The sight is mesmerizing.

"Fuck, woman. You've got incredible tits," he observes. He leans forward a bit, and places both hands on top of the moving masses. His forefingers and thumbs find her oversized, engorged nipples, and start to lightly pinch and tweak them. 

The strokes increase in frequency and force. The top of his thighs slap the back of the blonde's as each stroke bottoms out. He pinches and pulls up on the nipples, holding them in place as the tit flesh waves move underneath. The effect on Sara is as if a powerful mouth was sucking each of her areola. There is just a slight twinge of pain, accompanied by the warmth spreading out from the nipples themselves.

Sara's hands find their way down her sides, and cup around her butt cheeks. She pulls them apart further, opening her slit up just a bit more for him. Her middle fingers find the outside edges of her labia, and stretch the fleshy lips apart. The juices are free flowing. As he looks down he sees his dick glistening with her natural lubrication as it slides in and out.

She continues to watch, fascinated by the sight of her lover pounding her friend's pussy. Her right hand has moved underneath Sara's head, and is now stroking her clit in rhythm to his thrusts. Watching the blonde's big tits flop back and forth is sexy as hell. Though now a lesbian, the sight is a big turn on. She is glad her friend is getting the physical enjoyment so desperately wanted, but is envious. That cock needs to be inside of her own pussy. Patience, she tells herself.

He varies the speed of his rhythm, and twists his hips back and forth. His dick rubs harder on the right side of her opening, and then the left, reaming it. The woman is tight. Even with all the lubrication she is providing, the 3 plus years of being dickless has constricted her passageway. However, the motion is driving her wild. Sara's head is tilted back, mouth wide open, grunting when each of his strokes hits home.

All of a sudden, her cunt muscles grasp him tightly. Her legs spasm, ankles locking around his neck. Her hands fall away to grasp the sheets. Teeth clenched, a primal groan comes forth, signaling another orgasm. The whole body spasms and jerks as the wave of pleasure washes through. As the climax ends, the tenseness falls away, muscles relax, and the body melts back into the bed.

He gently allows Sara's legs to relax down. His dick is still inside of her, pushed up as far as it will go, though he is not moving. He clenches his muscles a couple of times, causing his member to jerk upward inside of the blonde. She giggles, and uses her muscles to tightly grasp his length.

She's ready for her turn in the saddle. "My turn. Get your ass over here," she playfully chides him. Grabbing him by the right wrist, she pulls him onto the bed, then forcefully rolls on top of him. Straddling his hips on her knees, she rises up and positions her opening over his member. She grabs it, holds it straight up, and slowly descends onto its length. As the head pushes its way past her entrance, her eyes roll back and a deep moan escapes.

As she slides down its length, her hands find their way to her V. She pinches her labia, and spread the lips, allowing his full length to slide inside. As he hits bottom, she sighs and wiggles her hips to fully seat herself with him trapped inside.

"Ahhh ... that's better. Got your little fucker right back where he belongs," she teases him. 

Her hips start pivoting forward and back, moving his cock around inside of her. Her hands find her breasts, cup them, and begin squeezing them hard. He can feel the tip of his head hitting her G spot, and she can certainly feel it as well. Grinding away at him, her eyes close and head tilts back.

Sara has been watching from the comfort of a couple of oversized pillows, recovering from her second shattering orgasm. Her right hand slowly, gently rubs her labia. The lips are engorged, both from the excitement and the friction of him sliding in and out. Somewhat recovered, the blonde moves over to him, and covers his mouth with her own. Their tongues meet and dance. His right hand crosses over his chest to quickly find its way to her left boob. The orbs are hanging so low that the nipples are brushing the sheets. His left hand reaches up from underneath her to cup her womanhood. The middle two fingers find their way between her lips, and slide inside. Sara is still amply wet, the fingers glide in with little resistance.

Sara's mouth smashes down harder on his, her tongue seeking out his and attacking it. Her hips sway, grinding her pussy against his hand. His right hand clasps and pinches her left nipple hard. Rather than move away, the blonde pushes her chest out towards him.

Still rocking away on his dick, she looks down at her friend attacking him hungrily. "Sara," she calls to her friend. Hearing it, the blonde looks up at her, but does not stop her mouth assault. "Get up here. I want you to sit on his face. You'll love it!" she instructs.

Disengaging from his mouth and hands, The blonde repositions herself, sitting on her haunches between his head and the bedpost. Undoing the straps on her heels, she slips them off and tosses them off the side of the bed. He sticks his arms straight out from his side, knowing what is to cum. Sara then swings her right leg forward, planting her knee below his arm, while the ankle rests above it. Duplicating the move with her left leg, she has pinned his arms down, holding him immobile. She is now facing her friend, pussy hovering just above his face.

Looking at Sara's practiced moves, she observes "You've done that before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but its been a while. Its like riding a bicycle. You never forget how to ride a friendly face."

At that, she squats down carefully, lowering her snatch to where he can get to it. His tongue darts out, making contact with her lips. He wiggles the tip, parting them and sliding inside. The tongue traces downward to the clit, tickles it a bit, and then back up. It finds her hole, and darts inside. Her juices are still flowing, and are heavy enough to actually run down his cheeks. 

Involuntarily, the blonde's hips drop down a bit. He does his best to keep his tongue erect. She starts face fucking him, ribbing her clit against his chin, pussy sliding up and down on his tongue. She takes care to pull up off of him every 30 seconds or so, to let him catch a breath. Then, its diver down again.

Sara bends over just a bit, and places her hands on his chest to steady herself as she smashes her pussy into his face.

The sight of her blonde friend's muff smothering her lover's face is amuses her, as she continues using his dick. Sara's arms, hands resting on his chest, frame her breasts, making them look even larger. 

She feels the warmth start to spread from deep inside. She leans back a little as she moves her hips, forcing his shaft against her G spot. Sensing the approach of a climax, she leans back even further, bracing herself with her left hand. Her right fingers find her clit, which has pulled back away from his pubic bone due to her position. The middle finger strokes the love button furiously, and she quickly approaches the edge. Her hips go into overdrive, pounding against his cock. finally, its there. Her teeth clench, and a fairly loud cry escapes.

The sight of her friend going over the edge is enough to drive Sara there as well. She climaxes on his face, leg spasms trapping his head between her thighs. For a few seconds, she is unaware, lost in waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Then, she remembers where he is, and raises up a bit to let him breathe.

The blonde falls off to his left side, coming to rest against his torso. Her face is level with his groin. She swings her stocking clad leg over his chest, resting her thigh across his nipples. Her dark haired friend backs off of his cock, sliding back down between his legs. She drops her head down towards his groin as well. It seems that both women have the same idea – to reward him for getting them off so well.

She reaches up with her right hand and gently cups his sac. His still rock hard cock jerks in response. Sara moves over, and starts teasing his mushroom head with the tip of her tongue. 

His hands reach down and grab the blonde hair. Without conscious thought, he pushes his midsection up to meet her mouth, forcing his length inside. Rather than back away, she enthusiastically starts bobbing up and down. She hungrily sucks down his length, forcing it all the way back in her throat. 

Her friend's hand moves up and grabs the base of his shaft, and starts pumping it up and down in sympathy with Sara's cock sucking. After a minute or so, she moves up and nudges the blonde off. Then its her turn to gulp down his manhood. Back and forth they tag team him. He is looking down at them in wonder. Two beautiful women fighting to suck his cock. It just doesn't get any better than this, he mutters to himself.

The sensation and sight is too much for him to fight against for long. The women feel his sac tighten up, feel the throbbing in his shaft increase, and feel his whole body start to tense. For a moment, she thinks about pulling back and throttling him. However, he has been such a good fuck for the two women this evening, he deserves to let fly. 

A few drops of cum start leaking from his shaft. Both women stop sucking for a moment to look at it. Then she opens wide and takes him inside again, relishing the warm saltiness of his seed. After two more up and down bobs, he starts shooting in earnest. The first jet hits the back of her throat. Knowing his load is going to be a large one after so much workup, she pulls back off of him quickly. Sara's hands keeps pumping the base of his shaft, as jets of warm cum fly up and hit both women in the face. It flies all over the place, drops hitting both of them, all over his belly, and the sheets beside them.

His midsection spasms, cock jerking as the last spurts leave his body. As the last few drops flow out of the tip, Sara tightly squeezes the shaft. She leans over and slurps up the last drop as it is forced out.

Instinctively, the two women rise up toward each other. She takes Sara's fingers, covered with his cum, inside her mouth and seductively cleans them. Their mouths then find each other, tongues touching and swapping his seed. After a few seconds, they seem to realize what they are doing, and separate. Looking at each other sheepishly, they both giggle a bit. 

He is completely relaxed now, motionless and well on his way to sleep. The women lay down on either side of him, their hands interlocking across his chest. Two nylon encased legs intertwine over his groin, the smooth material making seductive swishing sounds as they rub each other. 

As she relaxes towards darkness, a couple of thoughts pop up. First, he's really going to enjoy waking up surrounded by boobs and nylon. Second, she hopes this is not a one time fling. This trio definitely has some possibilities.



Interlude



Savannah waggled her finger at Dan, silently commanding him to stand near Archie's head. Cautiously Dan put the beer down and did so; what now he wondered. It didn't take long to find out, and he was not happy.

"Take the apparatus out of his mouth, Dan, and replace it with your cock!"

It seemed he hadn't escaped punishment after all.

They begged. They pleaded. They whined. Savannah thrust harder and Archie moaned, then yelped when she twisted the dick inside him.

"Do it now, Dan, or the bitch gets it" she threatened.

Reluctantly Dan put his dick into Archie's mouth, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn't have to watch. Perhaps he could pretend it was Savannah's mouth on him and it wouldn't be so bad. And perhaps gorillas drove Bentleys and ate caviar!

Somewhat satisfied she eased back on her thrusting. But Dan just stood there, and Archie wasn't sucking as ordered. She whacked him on the ass again. Compelled and completely at her mercy, Archie swallowed the bile in his throat and began sucking Dan's cock. He was careful at first to only suck on the tip, but when Savannah twisted and grinded the dick harder he got the hint. There would be no pretending. She would have her pound of flesh. So Archie, like the good little pet he was becoming, worked Dan's cock until it was hard again, and the full length of him was resting against the back of his throat. Surprisingly he found he had no gag reflex, which was a good thing; Savannah would probably become really upset if he puked.

Meanwhile Savannah was watching avidly as Dan's dick disappeared and reappeared over and over again in Archie's mouth. She could feel her pussy liquefy and begin to spasm. She had never seen a guy suck another guy's dick up close and personal before, but she was completely turned on. And so was Dan, it seemed. His head was thrown back and small grunts of pleasure echoed to her ears. He'd put a hand on Archie's head, guiding his cock at a pace he most enjoyed, and arched into Archie's mouth; just as if it were her mouth. Dan looked down then, pure amazement in his eyes as he watched his buddy suck his dick. Jaw slack with pleasure he noticed Archie getting into it now, too. An unwitting "fuck yeah" slipped from between his clenched teeth. He spied Archie's left fist wrapped around his own dick, beating it for all it was worth.

Unable to help him self now Dan put his other hand on his friend's head and began skull-fucking him. Archie kept pace and sucked harder, bobbing his head furiously in time with the "dick" plowing his ass.

"Fuck, Archie" he gasped, as he felt his cum begin to boil in his balls. 

Archie could only manage a grunt. His nut sac tightened up and hot cum spurted from his dick onto the stainless steel table under him. Savannah's thrusting became wild and irregular as her own orgasm hit. She screamed her pleasure, squirting down the inside of her leg. She looked at Dan and could tell he was close too. She carefully pulled out of Archie's ass, took the strap-on unit off and hurried to kneel beside Archie.

"Fuck, yeah suck that dick...make him cum" she encouraged him.

She delicately squeezed Dan's balls, milking them while Archie continued sucking and Dan continued face-fucking his friend. Dan's hips jerked wildly; so close, so fucking close.

"Damn, buddy...oh fuck...I'm going to...ah, fuck!" Dan growled and arched his neck back as he erupted down his friend's throat.

Valiantly Archie tried to swallow what he could. Savannah's tongue licked along Dan's dick and Archie's lips, swiping up what she could. She moaned in pleasure, loving that she was eating Dan's cum from his friend's mouth. Dan pulled back with a pop!, and Savannah rushed in to kiss Archie deeply. For the next few moments the three were motionless, panting heavily and trying to take in all that had happened.

After a few minutes Savannah stood up and she and Dan unshackled Archie, helping him to stand on unsteady legs. They carefully eased Archie onto a soft couch across the room. They all collapsed into the cushions with a deep sigh.

"Well, Archie, I think you handled your first time pretty well. I told you Dan would like you sucking his cock" Savannah cooed.

At first the words didn't impinge on Dan's consciousness, but when they did, he realized he'd been had...again.

"Well, shit! You...dammit, Savannah!"

Archie and Savannah laughed at the expression on Dan's face. Yes indeed, Dan the Man had been thoroughly Had!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAN! YOU ROCK!



Interlude



This story deserves joint credit, as it was a scene played out by Leopald and I via IM.

*

Master's voice cut into my reverie, the hard, urgent tone going through me like a blade.

"I'm in the mood to use my little cunt."

I stripped and knelt before him, wearing nothing but the silver collar he had given me. My knees had barely touched the floor though, when he grabbed a fistful of my dark red curls and hauled me bodily to my feet. I stood almost a foot shorter than him, dwarfed by his frame as he threw me over the arm of the couch, his feral sneer already liquefying me.

"That's how you're going to stay tonight." Master informs me gleefully, kicking my legs wide apart and moving between them keep me from trying to close them. "And this is where the fun begins, my little cunt." He continues, before slapping my pussy hard, making me yelp into the sofa cushions. "I suggest you do whatever's necessary to will yourself some wetness down here."

His tone is hard and threatening but edged with amusement. Master chuckles and I wait agonising seconds before a warm gob of spit lands on my asshole. I buck as though he's struck me again, then feel the viscous liquid slide down over my pussylips. My cunt is bone dry and clenched in terror as all the possible things he could do to me next fall through my fevered mind. I love his unpredictability but I still have trouble completely surrendering myself to Master's caprice at times. His mood can turn on a hair, whereas my body and mind can take far longer to respond to his changes in pace. I tremble and wait for his next move, tensed from head to foot. After another protracted and deliberate delay, Master presses two fingers to my pussy and his thumb to my asshole. Despite my dryness I have to fight my natural reflex to press back and down onto his digits, filling my wanton holes. The reminder of how much I really want this treatment from him makes my pussy begin to moisten. I can only hope that it doesn't prove to be too little, too late.

He pushes deep into both my holes and they flex on him shamelessly. I moan softly into the couch as his fingers disappear into my wet pussy and his thumb gains access to my tight sphincter, causing a burning ache in the stretched flesh as he does so. I love having both my holes filled. The dichotomy of my wet, pulsing, filled cunt and the raw, burning pain he enjoys inflicting on my ass always make a delicious cocktail of sensation. He knows that one of my strongest fantasies is to take a cock in all three holes at once. While he will never indulge this perversion of mine, he relishes reminding me what a depraved little bitch I am. Once his fingers and thumb are deep inside me, Master begins to fuck my holes with them, idly talking about a television programme. It never ceases to amaze me how easily he can clad himself in cast iron self control when I will dissemble helplessly at a mere look from him. To have him fully clothed, emotionally detached and apparently unaroused, his tone mildly conversational, yet using me like this is very powerful. He laughs when I fail to be coherent enough to follow the conversation, forcing me to give my opinion on a science fiction show of all things, while his fingers move faster inside me, pounding and scissoring into my soft flesh.

Having stirred me up until I'm close to orgasm, Master then pulls his fingers from me and has me clean the two that were in my pussy. I'm past fearing what he'll do to me now, the adrenaline thrumming through my veins is now from the terror that he might not fuck me at all, might leave me like this to ache for him all night. Despite the fact he doesn't make me clean his thumb, I can still smell my own ass on his hand and it makes me feel like the dirty bitch he expects me to be. Master lands three hard smacks on my pussy, rubbing the red, swollen lips for good measure while I press back against him. He attaches a weighted clamp to my clit, pinching my poor aching nub and stretching it while I emit a pained moan. Master laughs at my pain, letting me wait a torturous few minutes before flicking the weight with his powerful fingers, making it sway to and fro while I writhe in exquisite agony.

I'm moaning and squirming so much that I almost miss the subtle sound of his zip descending... almost. My arousal surges as Master's clothes hit the floor and my hungry pussy starts salivating for him again. I'm fighting the urge to look round and admire him, braced for whatever he might do next.

He simply walks away.

"Don't move, cunt."

I do my best to comply, listening as he rummages in a kitchen draw, my heart accelerating further as I begin to guess what he's planning. By the time Master returns, my body is dewed with a cold sweat and I'm trembling visibly. He stops behind me once more and it takes everything I have not to look around and confirm what I believe he has fetched from the kitchen. My breathing descends into short, pained sobs as he brings a chair and sits on it, then makes me wait once more. His hand comes down on my buttock and I buck in surprise and terror, fighting to fall still again as Master's fingers tighten on me warningly. 

When the serrated knifepoint presses into my skin, I remain as still as possible. My body is screaming at me to fight or flee but trying to do either will only get me cut worse. His blade slices into an old wound, re-carving his initials into his property, opening the flesh once more with a jagged blade in the pursuit of permanent scarring. Nausea roils in the pit of my belly but I swallow hard and ignore it. Blood wells and spills onto my pale, quivering flesh as he works, hot and laced with adrenaline. I claw at the sofa but remain mostly silent.

"At least we know I'm more likely to keep you as long as you're marked." He sneers as he works, making me blush hard with humiliation. He might take my collar from me one day but this mark will be indelible by the time he's done, certifying me as used and worthless goods, should he ever release me.

Finally his work is done and he smacks my bleeding flesh hard, making me yelp and choke on the thank you I was about to offer him. I stammer my gratitude as the chair is moved away.

"I'm gonna use your blood as lube when I decide to fuck your ass, my stupid little britbitch."

He growls and slams his cock into my pussy, taking it hard and deep from the first, nailing me to the sofa. I cry out in agonised pleasure and buck back against him, wanting him as deep in me as possible, even though it hurts, for him to claim my holes all over again. His fingers gouge into my lacerated ass as he fucks me fast and hard, bloodlust bringing out his savagery. I'm moaning loudly in pleasure and pain as my hot, slick cunt spasms on him, getting me close again.

"The way your ass is bleeding now, you'll be happy to know I should have plenty of lube for your backdoor." Master snarls, never slowing his pace.

"Yes! Use me Sir!" I gasp, wanting him to take my ass even though I know it hurts like hell when he slams his cock back there, knowing he's in no mood to do anything but annihilate my tiny asshole.

He continues to smack my bleeding skin, slamming his hips into it with every savage thrust, pounding salty sweat into my wounds. The clamp on my poor clit is agony now as it swings against the sofa. I'm so close to cumming now, yelling until my voice becomes cracked and ragged.

He yanks the clamp from my clit, casting it aside and continuing to pound my cunt mercilessly. Now it's sodden, the sounds it makes as it milks him becoming increasingly obscene. Blood and sensation floods back into my most sensitive flesh, making me gasp.

"Cum for your Master, useless cunt."

A guttural scream is ripped from my lungs as my clit burns and my pussy implodes, spasming on him helplessly as I cum hard for him. I'm crying as I ride it out, sobbing and spurting hot juice onto Master's cock.

He moves around me swiftly, gripping my hair and jamming his cock into my mouth, punching my throat with the swollen head, forcing himself all the way in. My tongue flickers beneath his shaft as my stricken throat flexes on him and he holds himself deep inside me until he can tell I'm getting faint. Master rips himself out of my mouth with the same urgency, as I gag and retch on him, purple faced, eyes streaming. He shoves me head down into the sofa, smearing his hand in the blood coating my upturned ass and stroking his cock with it, adding blood to the cocktail of pussy juice, saliva and pre-cum slathering his rock hard shaft. His voice is a feral snarl, delivered through bared teeth and it goes through me like a backhand to the face.

"Beg for this bloody cock in your ass, my depraved little whore."

My voice is now so ragged as to be virtually unintelligible but I'm too far gone to care. All I know is that I want him to claim my last hole and blow his hot load in it, no matter how much pain he inflicts in the process. I need to be utterly his again, nothing more than his worthless plaything. I look up at his bloodstained cock and the unadulterated menace in his expression.

"Please fuck my ass Sir, fuck my ass with my blood for lube and use your depraved whore brutally Sir, please." I gasp, unable to articulate how much I need him to possess this last orifice, to mark all of his territory as indelibly as the fresh wounds on my buttock.

He crams his slick cock against my ass, pressing forwards into my tiny rosebud with the advantages of strength, weight and gravity making short work of stretching me around his swollen cockhead. I feel my tight ring split and tear in places but neither of us could care less. I moan with pain and relief as the head slides in, Master determined to shove himself deep into my bowels with the first thrust. My ass burns with raw, dry pain while my soaking pussy pulses on air. Master pulls out to coat himself with more of my blood clearly relishing using it as lubricant. His re-entry is brutal and I squeal helplessly as he throws himself straight into the punishing pace he had just been slamming my cunt with. His hips smack my cuts again and again and I can tell from his urgency that this is the endgame. Master is seeking his own climax now, shredding my ass in the process.

"Is my dirty little whore loving her ass being fucked hard by a bloody cock?"

"You know I am Sir!" I yell, my face flaming with fresh humiliation. It might be agonising and degrading but he knows I'm loving every second. I need him like I need air, his authority, his guidance, his love and his malice. I can feel myself getting close again and begin to wonder how I will manage to hold off my orgasm while Master gets his rocks off. I flex my ass on him consciously, wanting to milk his cum from him and I'm gratified by an appreciative growl from behind me. "I'm gonna cum all over your mark, bitch."

I moan, a low keening sound because he's pushing me closer to the edge with his feral words. 

"Yes Sir, cum on my mark, claim me as yours... please Sir."

"Cum for me, worthless cunt." 

Right as he growls those words Master pulls out, leaving me bucking on nothing. He slaps my bare cunt hard and repeatedly, while pumping his cock with the other hand. Ropes of hot cum spatter onto my bloody asscheek as he roars with triumph and cums over me. I'm right behind him, wailing and convulsing as my wounds sting with his cum, my empty ass gaping and aching, my equally empty pussy spasming and dripping. His cum slides down my hot skin as I collapse over the sofa arm, utterly spent. 



Interlude 15-77



Fifteen

Their work travel schedules created an oddity where the two of them would be in the same city on the same day, for an overnight. The next day would see them heading off in opposite directions on the big silver birds.  So, they decided to meet for dinner, and whatever else might happen before morning.

Early winter had arrived in Chicago, it was chilly and the wind was howling as usual.  As agreed, they met in the bar at S&W, overlooking the river.  The place was noisy as usual, but a festive atmosphere and the promise of a great steak to come.  She had cheated a bit, and caught an earlier flight to get there.  She was already checked into their hotel, and had visited the room to freshen up and prep herself for the mischief she had planned for him.

Her knee length coat stayed buttoned up as they visited, waiting for the table to open up.  When it finally did (Saturday night was always busy in this house), she motioned for him to take her coat off.  He stood behind her, and pulled it down off her shoulders after the last button was undone.  He turned and carried the cover over to the check lady.  Walking back to her, he suddenly stops in his tracks when he finally sees her front.  A Navy blue skirt, cut just above the knee.  Matching nylons, fairly heavy ones to help protect her legs from the cold.  4 inch black heels.  All fairly normal for her business attire, where distracting male clients was as important as the sales pitch itself.  The same can’t be said for what’s on top, though.

A very fine, soft long sleeve white pullover sweater top.  It is at least a size smaller than it should be, for it hugs her like a well fit glove.  His eyes openly stare right at the middle of her chest.  Her breasts bulge against the tight fabric.  Her nipples stand out like bullets, straining against the fine angora.  The chilly temps, combined with a very sheer bra, left little to the imagination.  It looks like she has a pair of thimbles sticking out from soft bulging pillows.  He is speechless.  The waiter who walks up to take their drink order stammers, losing his train of thought as he tries unsuccessfully to keep from staring at her hooters.

Rather than covering up, or glaring at the young man, she looks up at him, smiles, and winks.  She is enjoying the hell out of the commotion she is causing.  Men from tables around the couple stare, or keep glancing over.  She also notices one attractive woman, likely in her early 30s, staring at her chest . She makes a show of turning in her seat to reach to her purse, giving a lucky few of them a glorious profile view.

“You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?” he asks, still unable to pull his eyes away from her chest.

“Of course.  I‘m enjoying the hell out of this.  Did you see our waiter?  His dick was getting hard while he was taking our drink order.  At least we know he’s straight!” she replies.  

Later, their food arrives.  She reminds herself to be very careful, the white sweater will not be forgiving of any misses as the wonderfully juicy steak moves to her mouth.  Later on some fluid might leak down onto her chest, but not from the meat that’s on the plate in front of her.

“You can keep staring at my girls, but please pay attention.  The knives here are very sharp, and I wouldn’t want you to lose a finger because you’re daydreaming about sucking on them,” she cautions.

“Hmmphhh,” he grunts with a smile, trying to not be rude by speaking with a mouthful of ribeye.

They skip desert, and go easy on the wine and after dinner drink.  Gorging themselves would detract from the physical activity they both knew was coming later on.  

After a cab back to the hotel, they cross the lobby to the elevators.  She has told him that they already have a room, so there is no need to stop at check-in.  As the elevator doors close, she pushes his bag over to the corner, grabs him by the back of the head, pulls his mouth to hers, and they lock their lips in a frantic dance.  Her right leg slides between his, and pushes up against his cock.  His hands try to find their way to her boobs. 

Then, she backs away.

Reaching over to the elevator control panel, she hits the STOP button.  The car comes to a halt, showing itself to be between the 31st and 32nd floors.  As she walks back over to him, she folds her long coat in half, and then drops it on the floor directly in front of him.  Reaching into her purse, she quickly finds what she is looking for.

A pair of black thigh highs appear in her right hand.  He looks at her, and then her hands, with a puzzled look on his face.  “What gives,” he asks.

“Just be quiet.  Do as I say, and you will really enjoy tonight.  If you object, or don’t follow my wishes, you’ll be in the bathroom jerking your little buddy off all by yourself.  OK?”

Knowing he has no choice but to comply, he nods his agreement.  From past history, he knows that when she is in a demanding mood when it comes to sex, it’s not going to be a bad thing for him.

She takes his left hand, and places it on the car’s hand rail.  Using one of the nylons, she binds his hand to it.  His right hand is next, bound to the rail on his other side.  She ties the stockings tightly, but he could easily get out of them if he wanted.  He does not want to, and isn’t likely to want to, given what she has planned.

She backs away from him, towards the center of the car.   Her hands drop to her sides.  Fingers grasping the sides of her skirt, she starts pulling it upwards.  As the material bunches up in her hands, more and more of her stocking clad thighs are exposed.  His gives a sharp intake of breath as the lace tops come into view, and then the creamy white of her skin appears, framed by matching navy blue garters.  She is not wearing any panties.

“Do you like what I chose for you,” she asks coyly.  His gaze is locked on to her legs, taking in the sight.  All he can manage is a weak nod of the head.

Her left hand moves towards her belly, gathering the material from both sides of the skirt.  Her free right hand glides over towards her V.  He can see that she’s trimmed with him in mind, a very narrow V of dark hair points the way to her clit.  The right middle finger finds that clit, and gently teases it.  She looks at him, watching his reaction.  Looking down, she can see the bulge developing below his beltline.  Pretty soon it will become uncomfortable, his manhood being cooped up like that.  All in due time …

Her hips pivot forward, and her knees bend slightly.  He can now see the middle finger as it works its way between her lips, which are slick with moisture.  She dips the finger inside and slides it in and out a few times.

Pulling the digit out, she moves to him.  Her left hand releases the skirt, and it falls back down into place.  Her hand rises up to his face, and the finger, slick with her natural lubricant, slides over his lips.  He eagerly opens and sucks it in, savoring her taste.

She grasps his now rock hard cock in her left hand through the fabric of his pants.  After rubbing it a couple of times, she slides the fingers down to cup his sac.

Nuzzling up beside his left ear, she whispers “Feels like you’ve got quite a load in there.  I’d just bet that you want to fuck me silly, don’t you?”

“The thought had crossed my mind,” he replies.

“That’s obvious enough, given your little soldier standing at attention down there.  You’ve been looking at my nipples all night.  You’d like to bend me over the bed, grab my hips, and slide your dick between my ass cheeks into my hot, wet pussy, wouldn’t you?  You want to feel your head sliding between my lips.  You’ve got so much cum built up in there, you’d just lose control, wouldn’t you?”

“I can just imagine, you rabbit fucking me from behind, pounding your cock into me faster and faster.  Then, you’d blow your wad deep into me, way too fast for my tastes.  Then you’d pull your typical male bullshit, flop on the bed and take a nap.”

“No, no … I’d never do that,” he lies through his teeth.

“Like hell.  I’d be there, all hot and bothered, lubed up, and you’d be off snoring away.  Sorry, I really don’t want to get myself off tonight,” she retorts.

She turns away from him, and gently backs up against him.  With a wiggle, she finds his hardness and pinches it between her ass cheeks.  Leaning back into him, she leans her head back against his chest.  Her fingers reach up and find her nipples, circling and pinching them lightly through the white fabric.

She softly explains her plan to him, “Here’s what we’re going to do.  You’re going to stand there and take whatever I want to do.  I’m going to suck and titty fuck your cock right here in this elevator.  You’re going to cum for me, when I tell you it is OK for you to do so.  Then we’re going to go to the room, and you’re going to please me.  You’re going to make me cum for about an hour, while you reload yourself.  Then we can get down to the business of fucking, got it?”

He just nods, knowing that arguing will do no good, and not willing to try to talk her out of giving him a blowjob.

She moves away from him a couple of steps and turns to face him.  Hooking her fingers underneath the soft fabric of the sweater, she starts pulling it up from her waist.  Slowly she hikes it up, over the waistband of the skirt, exposing the creamy whiteness of her midrift.  It becomes a little more difficult to move as it approaches her breasts.  The sweater is so tight around her orbs that it takes a bit of back and forth to slide it up and over them.    

Her bra is exposed, and he can now see why her nips were so prevalent.  The garment is white, more or less.  The fabric of the cups is so sheer that it is almost fully transparent.  There is almost nothing there to hold her flesh inside.  The cups are cut low, with frilly white lace outlines.  The only thing substantial about the bra is the underwire area, which firmly supports her masses.  

She stops, with the sweater bunched up above her breasts, below her chin. He is surprised, figuring she would go ahead and take it all the way off.  Her fingers find their way to the tips of her breasts, and start slowly circulating around the nipples. They are already very hard, due to the fabric and the chill in the air, but they seem to get even stiffer under her teasing.

His breathing has become more rapid.  Looking down, she sees that his cock is sticking out, rock hard, straining against the pants that constrain it.  She moves forward, and slowly sinks down in front of him.  Her knees find the coat she had dropped there specifically for this purpose.

Moving her hands down to the hem of her skirt again, she pulls it up to her waist, exposing the garters, stockings, and her naked pussy.  She tucks the hem into the skirt’s waistband, pinning up so she remains exposed.  Then reaching up to him, she unzips his fly.  His shaft tries to force its way through the opening, but is still trapped beneath his underwear.  His belt is next, followed by the button securing the trousers.  Once all is free, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, and slowly pulls it all down.  She stops, leaving the garments in a tangle at his knees.  His cock is sticking straight out at attention, peeking between the sides of his shirttail.

She giggles a little.  “Peek-a-boo.”

Reaching up with her right hand, she gently cups her fingernails on the underside of his sac.  Then, she blows softly on the tip of his cock, and lightly rakes her nails across his balls.  The result is instantaneous.  His mushroom head jerks up.  She can feel his sac tighten, constricting to cradle his nuts.  She can tell by the tightness that it is not going to take much to drive him over the edge.  Staring at her girls all evening has evidently been brewing his juices.

Releasing him, she reaches down and slides her right hand inside the left cup of her bra.  Gently, she lifts her mammary up, pushing the flimsy material down.  Her breast now rests on top of the bra, which is supporting its weight and forcing the flesh up and out away from her chest.  She repeats with the right breast, leaving both of her girls exposed.  The magnificent orbs are framed by the soft white of the sweater on top, and the bra’s support on the sides and beneath.

She leans forward, and lightly brushes both of her rock hard nipples against the tip of his cock’s head.  He moans in response, and pushes his hips towards her.  Pulling back from his thrust, she continues to tease him with light brushes.  She wants to lean forward and mash into his cock, and rub it into her tit flesh as hard as she can … but not yet.  There is more teasing in store for him before she allows him the satisfaction.

She cocks her head to the right, and down.  Looking up at him, she nuzzles up to the base of his dick, sticks her tongue out, and begins to lightly flick the underside of his member.  A loud moan issues from deep inside of him, as his hips pivot to force himself towards her.

Slowly, she works her head up his length while teasing it, all the while maintaining eye contact.  Reaching the base of the mushroom, she concentrates her tongue’s movements on the spot just beneath the tip.  The teasing causes his manhood to jerk up, settle down, and then jerk up again.  The movements are involuntary, his dick truly has its own little brain right now.

Slowly, she works her way down its length, and then back up, taking care to leave a liberal dose of lubrication on the shaft.  After a last flicking tease at the base of his head, she backs away a couple of inches and then softly blows on his cock.  The cooling sensation hits him like electricity, causing his knees to buckle, a sharp intake of breath, and a visible shudder from his toes up through the top of his head.  

“Like that?” she giggles.

“Please, put it in your mouth.  You’re killing me!”

“No, I’m not.  You cock loves this, and I’m going to do what I want with it,” is her playfully stern reply.

Rising up on her knees, she puts her tits directly across from his cock.  As she looks up at him, she slides the first two fingers of each hand into her mouth, and makes a show of moving them in and out, slowly.  Now wet, the fingers find their way to her nipples.  Pinching the tips, and then circling the areola, her digits cause them to harden even more.

Cupping her breasts, she pushes them together.  He looks at the incredibly inviting cleavage, obviously wishing he could bury his face between the orbs.  Pushing forward, she surrounds his rock hard cock with her breasts.

She rocks slightly from side to side, moving her chest against him.  His cock’s head sticks up out of her valley.  She bends her head over, puckers up, and lets a large amount of saliva fall from her mouth onto the head.  From past experience, she knew that tit fucking without some lubrication wasn’t pleasant for either participant – boob burn is uncomfortable.

Her hands slide over the top of her breasts, so that they continue to push the mounds together, but now her fingers rest on top of his shaft.  Her torso starts moving up and down slowly, sliding his hardness between the breasts.  Her saliva spreads along its length.  He moans with pleasure as the slick friction stimulates him.

She continues her movements, sliding her succulent breasts up and down the length of his shaft.  He watches as the head disappears, and then reappears on her way down.  Another drop of saliva escapes her lips, to land on the mushroom.  The drop slides off to one side, and quickly adds its slickness to their movements.

His hips start thrusting, pushing his member against her chest.  She stops moving up and down, and allows him to take control of the rhythm.  Faster he moves, pounding her breasts with his thrusts.  He is fucking her tits just like he would fuck her pussy, except he has the glorious view of his dick sliding in and out from between her soft pillows.

She bends her head over.  It is not really comfortable, but it allows her to stick her tongue out and flick the mushroom at the top of each stroke.  She can’t hold the position long, the strain on her neck is not very nice.  However, it does allow her to drop some more lubrication onto his shaft.

She pulls back from him a bit.  Her left hand slides under the center of her bra’s band, while the right one finds his cock and guides it underneath that band.  His shaft is now pinned to her chest by the band.  Pushing her tits back together, she looks back up at him and quips “See how that feels.”

As he resumes stroking, the bra’s band jerks him off like a tightly gripped hand.  It stimulates his shaft as it slides up and down its length, while her flesh massages the mushroom head.  She adds some more saliva to keep it moving comfortably.

‘You like fucking my titties, baby?” she asks, not expecting more than moan as an answer.  Looking up, she sees his face is contorted.  She can see the impending explosion building from his expression.  Cupping her right hand around his sac, its tightness confirms that she is about to receive a liquid surprise.

“You want to cum for me?  You’ve got quite a load in there, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer.  His head is tilted back, his hips are on autopilot as they thrust his manhood against her.

She sees the precum drops appear on the head, and knows it is time.  For a second, she thinks about stopping and grabbing the base of the shaft, to deny him a release.  However, this little adventure isn’t about teasing him further.

“C’mon baby, I want it.  I want you to cum for me, right now”, she demands.  She pulls back from him, disengaging his cock from her bra.  Dropping her breasts, her left hand cups his sac, while the right hand reaches around and grabs his butt cheek.  She sinks her nails into his ass, sending even more sensations into his brain.  There is no way he could hold back now, even if he wanted to.

Her head drops, lips open, and the mushroom head slides inside of her mouth.  A half dozen short up and down bobs, and she feels and tastes the first small jet of cum escape from his cock.  Knowing what is about to cum, she jams down onto his shaft, driving it into the back of her throat.  

Blast after blast of white liquid shoots into her throat.  She quickly swallows most of it as soon as it appears.  After a dozen of so spasms, he starts to relax.  The strength of his spasms drops quickly, the liquid starts to dribble out instead of the powerful jets of a few moments before.  She stops swallowing, allowing the last drops to pool in her throat.

Her head backs off his shaft slowly.  As the head passes back between her lips, it flops down.  Drips of saliva and cum gather underneath it, and start falling off.  She backs away form him slightly, to let them fall on the carpet, instead of her sweater.

Looking up at him, she smiles, then opens her mouth to show him what she’s kept inside.  After swirling the white stuff around her tongue a couple of times, she makes a big show of swallowing.  

“Mmmm … good to the last drop,” she quips, with a last seductive lick of her tongue around her lips.

Standing up, she pulls the sweater down over her boobs, not bothering with pulling the bra cups up.  The garment won’t be on long, just until she can get to their room.  Looking in the full length mirror that serves as the elevator’s wall, she confirms that no evidence of their efforts has dripped down onto the white fabric.  She flicks the switch on the control panel, and the elevator resumes its delayed trip to their floor.

Turning away from him, she straightens her skirt, and primps her hair just a bit.  Looking back over her right shoulder at him, she can see he’s still trying to catch his breath.  “When you get your self loose, pull up your pants and come on.  It’s my turn for some attention.”  

When the door opens, she briskly walks out.  He stands there, trying to gather himself.  As soon as the door closes, he quickly gets loose of the nylon binding, and tries to get his clothes back in order.  The elevator is on its way down, called for service by other guests.  It wouldn’t do to have them step in and see him in all of his glory, would it?




Interlude 15-77







Interlude



Jamie walked up to the door slowly, feeling her heels sink into the freshly watered lawn in front of the porch. She clarified the numbers "1520" in tarnished faux gold above the door. This was the place. She stepped onto the porch, and stood there a moment, hesitantly. She reached her freshly polished nail to ring the doorbell before noticing it had been taped over, but she didn't find it odd. Instead she balled up her fist gently and gave the oak door a quick, but forceful knock, then waited. The door knob turned slowly before the door opened, just enough for her to push her way inside. Peering in slightly, she was able to see that there were no lights on anywhere in the oversized house. She waited for about thirty seconds nervously. 

"I don't really know," she thought to herself, "I just got this number from Shannon... she said he was a lot of fun... met him at a club... I didn't even ask which club, I mean..." her thought process was cut short before she heard a low demanding voice calling out to her.

"Come in, close the door behind you," said the man from inside the house. She was unable to see where he was, but cautiously took a step inside and closed the door behind her. She stood there quietly a moment, unsure of what to do before feeling a hand on her shoulder gently pulling down the spaghetti strings clinging to her in a desperate attempt to hold her dress up over her large breasts, and otherwise naked form. He had told her over the phone to leave her bra and panties behind as she wouldn't be needing them for their... "date."

She felt him gently removing the soft silk sheath from her body until it puddled at the floor over her heels.

"Don't move." He whispered in her ear, so she remained completely still, although she could feel chills beginning to run the length of her spine and an uneasiness in her tummy... she was so nervous and not being able to see anything left her feeling vulnerable and alone. 

He pulled her hands behind her forcefully enough that she dared not to struggle against him as he did so... she felt him applying the bondage tape around her wrists tightly enough that there was a certain discomfort, but not so tightly that the circulation was cut off to her hands. She could feel her heart beat quicken as each breath became deeper and more pronounced. 

He ran his hands gently up her arms, until they reached her shoulders where he tightened his grasp, pulling her back towards him. He leaned against her and said very sweetly in her ear, "Jamie, right?" she nodded gently, her eyes slightly adjusting to the darkness at this point. "Not tonight you're not...and not tomorrow night either. You're spending the weekend here with me and you will answer to whatever I wish to call you... do you understand whore?"

Jamie swallowed hard before sputtering out quietly, "yes, I understand...sir." 

"Good girl," he said, "You got the idea very quickly. I like that."

He leaned down picking up her dress and tossing it aside. He walked behind her guiding her slowly, telling her to go up the stairs. Once they reached the top of a very long narrow staircase he stood her to the side of a door... she could see the distinct flickering of candlelight coming from beneath it. He opened the door slowly, and pushed her inside. The first thing she noticed was an actual candelabra hanging from the ceiling, over a round black rug that was clearly covered in the wax drippings from the ceiling above. The second thing she noticed was that the entire room was encased in chain link fence. The raw sight of it frightened Jamie slightly, while exciting her at the same time. She could feel the, oh so familiar wetness growing between her legs slightly. 

He pushed her to the wall and forced her to her knees, quickly using handcuffs to wrap around her already taped wrists to bind her to the chain link on the wall. He then walked with a slight strut about him to an armoire in the far corner of the room. As he opened the doors slowly, Jamie struggled to get a glimpse of what was inside. The familiar glint of medical supplies caught her eye immediately, followed by a few things she recognized, and a few things she did not. She watched as he carefully began to choose something from inside the doors, picking up a couple things and placing them back down. Finally he picked up a black riding crop, testing it against his hand with a loud "smack!" Jamie jumped at the sound, knowing it was a little too late to be having second thoughts. 

He turned to Jamie and she took a moment to take in the sight of his well rounded body. Not too buff, not too chunky, but definitely looked like he could deliver one hell of a spanking, and as she looked in his eyes she had no doubt that this was exactly along the lines of his intention. She had never felt so small in her life. He strolled over to her, giving a hard whip to her right breast with the riding crop. Jamie gasped.

"Ok bitch, we're going to discuss the rules now," he said looking down to her with a vicious stare, "you will repeat after me to ensure you understand, right?"

Jamie looked back to him with a mixture of fear and pure lust. "Yes... sir."

"Well," he began, "the first rule would be that you will address me as sir, but you got that one on your own so consider it a freebee. Now, rule number two..." he lifted the riding crop and delivered a hard slap to the same spot on her right breast. Jamie whimpered softly in response. "You will remain on your hands and knees at all times, unless I tell you otherwise. Repeat it." He looked to her sternly.

Jamie sighed hard, "I will remain on my hands and knees at all times, unless told otherwise." She stammered quickly.

He smiled at her compliance. "Rule three," he repeated the whipping again to her right breast, and this time Jamie cried out loudly in pain, unable to contain it any longer. "You will do, WHATEVER I tell you without hesitation." 

This time Jamie didn't hesitate, yelling back the instruction quickly, "I will do whatever you tell me without hesitation, sir!" Behind all the pain and discomfort, she could feel her excitement increasing intensely, and braced for the next impact she knew would be coming.

"Rule four," he smacked her again, ignoring the tears he could see beginning to well in her eyes. "You will NOT cum without my permission."

"I will not cum without your permission sir," she repeated with a shaky voice.

"Last one," he said with a grin, delivering her the hardest blow yet, followed by one more for good measure. Jamie cried out loudly, tears beginning to stream down her face. "If you break any of these rules, you will be punished harshly, and you will thank me for your punishment," he said, lowering himself to her level, raising her chin almost gently with his fingers to look into her tear reddened eyes. She looked back to him obediently. "Repeat?" he said softly, and almost sweetly.

"If I break any of the rules I will be punished harshly and thank you for the punishment sir." She managed to spit out between soft sobs. 

"Good girl," he said offering her a pat on the head before lifting himself back up to a standing position and taking the riding crop back to the armoire. Jamie looked on nervously wondering what he was going to pick up next. To her astonishment he returned empty handed. She was grateful and a little disappointed...and also confused by her feelings of conflict. 

He stood before her a moment, before unzipping his black pants and pushing them to the floor, along with the boxers that were beneath them. 

"I bet you wanna suck my cock, don't you whore?" he asked her gently.

"Yes." She said, and was surprised to receive a hard slap to her face.

"I gave you rule one because I thought you understood!" He yelled at her. To her astonishment she felt more upset that she had displeased him, then the fact that he had slapped her face.

"Yes sir, I'm sorry sir. I want to suck your cock." He thrust it in her face, and without hesitation she lurched forward, ignoring her awkward position and let it slide easily into her mouth. She encircled the head with her tongue, and let his large member slide fully into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat, beginning to let it slide in and out of her mouth quickly. She looked up to see him watching her with a half smile on his face, pleased with what his whore was doing. She continued in this way for a few minutes before he grabbed her roughly by the back of the head and pushed her down onto his cock until it was deep in her tight throat. With a large sigh he released his hot load down her throat. Jamie struggled against her urge to gag, squeezing her eyes together tightly until she had swallowed it completely. 

"That's a good whore," he said sweetly, stroking the back of her head as he pulled out from between her moist lips. Jamie let herself relax back onto the chain link behind her, collecting herself for a moment. She found herself to be so completely turned on by this that she didn't know what to do with herself. 

He walked over to the armoire, retrieving a pair of scissors. 

"If I remove the tape, are you going to behave yourself?" he asked her.

"Yes sir," she said between broken breaths. He leaned down, reaching behind her and cut the tape from her wrists freeing them. She brought them around to the front and rubbed them softly, not surprised to find that they were reddened immensely where they were bound. 

He took her by the hand, allowing her to raise to a standing position, and lead her over to the black rug beneath the candelabra.

"Hands and knees pet," he said gently. She hesitated a moment, noticing the immense amount of wax that was covering the carpet. It was clear it had been here awhile, maybe even months. She dropped down to her knees and crawled forward just far enough that her head would be out of the way of the dripping wax. 

"Good girl, now down onto your elbows with your ass in the air," he told her. She rolled onto her elbows quickly, beginning to feel the hot wax dripping onto her naked form. It stung slightly, but not bad enough that she couldn't take the pain. He walked around her a moment, taking in the sight of her beautiful body taking the drops of wax, how they dripped around her body. It was a sight to behold. 

He dropped to her level, grabbing her lightly by the hair and pulling her face up to the point where he could look into her eyes. 

"I'll be back shortly. I want you to stay. Do you understand?" he asked.

Jamie swallowed hard, how long was he going to leave her like this? "Yes sir, I understand," she said, with a slightly displeased yet defeated tone in her voice. 

He lifted up and walked to the door, closing and locking it behind him. Jamie tried to relax into the position she knew she would be sitting in for awhile, feeling the rough rug against her knees. She laid her head between her two arms, knowing with absolute certainty that she couldn't wait for him to return.



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Sixteen

The waves of pleasure continue to course through her body. She is lying on a soft, luxurious king sized bed, the slick white satin sheets cool beneath her naked body. A pair of oversized pillows prop her upper torso up, leaning against the headboard.

She looks down. Her sightline is just above her rock hard nipples. The mass of blonde hair between her legs belongs to her friend, Sara. With her right hand, she brushes Sara's hair back to one side, allowing her to watch her friend's tongue furiously attacking her clitoris. A slight feeling of guilt, of embarrassment lurks at the back of her mind. She is not a lesbian. Other than a few 'innocent' boob squeezes and a kiss or two, this is the first time she has actually had a woman go down on her. Those feelings, however, take a far back seat to the electric sensations radiating from her womanhood. 

Sara has the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand sliding in and out of her pussy, the movements coordinated with the darting teases her tongue delivers to her friend's love button. Occasionally, the tongue slips down and traces up and down the outside of her lips. The labia are covered with lubrication, slick and smooth.

Above the wild mass of blonde she sees him. He is poised behind Sara, dick deep inside of her friend's pussy. A big smile is on his face, he is clearly enjoying the show as much as he is the tightness of Sara's tunnel. She can see the slight ripples across Sara's ass as his thrusts bottom out against her behind. The wet smacking sound as their flesh meets with each thrust is deliciously dirty.

She feels her orgasm building. Sara has been expertly bringing her to the edge and backing off for what seems like an eternity (actually about 15 minutes). However, this time there will be no backing off. She must have release this time, and if the blonde tries to pull off, two big handfuls of hair will keep her tongue in place. 

Her hips pivot upward, jamming her mound up towards Sara's willing ...

BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP.

Motherfucking cocksucking sonuvabitch cocksucker assmunch alarm clock. "I'm fucking gonna kill you!!!!", she screams in her head. Her hand swings over, finds the alarm clock, and sweeps it off the nightstand. Leaning back against her pillows, she concentrates on the rapidly fading memories. Trying to hold on to the intense dream, her right hand slides down her belly, underneath the waistband of her panties. Finding her clit, she stimulates herself, trying to bring herself to the subconscious orgasm she was denied. It doesn't work.

Abandoning the effort, she rises and gets ready for another day at the salt mines. Maybe he'll be up for some mutual over the phone jerking off tonight, she muses to herself.

As she showers, she wonders how in the world she was going to look her friend Sara in the eye over lunch, without feeling guilt about the dreamy images she was enjoying so much. Sitting down at her desk, she sees an envelope there. It is addressed to her, in his handwriting. As she excitedly tears it open, she thinks to herself "Must have been reading my mind. Wonder what he's gonna do to me this time."

Inside are two tickets to New York, one in her name, one in Sara's name. OK, no big deal -- with as much traveling they do, picking up award tickets isn't that big a deal. The dates on the tickets are for a weekend she and he had tentatively set for another encounter. I guess he's got better stuff to do on those days, she thinks to herself.

Tucked in between the tickets is a reservation confirmation for a single room at the Ritz.

There is a small, handwritten note, obviously from him. It says simply "You'll have more info waiting in your room. Have Fun!"

Now, she's got to wait until lunch, then explain all of this to Sara and talk her into the trip (which shouldn't be difficult at all), while still trying not to think of her friend's blonde locks in her lap.

The big silver bird touches down a little after 8:00pm on Friday evening. After picking up their bags, they start to depart the LGA luggage claim area. Amongst the limo drivers lined up waiting for their appointments, one young man in a snappy suit is holding a card sign with their names on it. The two women look at each other, and start to laugh. As they enter the long black car, their back and forth chattering floats between wondering if there is anything he hasn't forgotten to line up and wondering about what else his devious little mind has in store for them.

About 20 minutes later, the limo pulls up in front of the hotel. Keys are already waiting for them at the front desk, one of the executive suites on the second to the top floor (she guess the penthouse was probably occupied!). The bellman takes the cart with their bags and escorts them to the room. It is luxurious, plush, over the top ... and it has s single king sized bed. 

After tipping the young man and ushering him out the door, she finds the expected bottle of wine on a table and pulls the cork. She fills the two glasses, hands one to Sara, and picks up the note that was lying next to the bottle.

"Sit your pretty ass down and read it to me. No secrets, now -- we're in this together," the blonde fires at her with a smirk.

Sitting on the edge of the incredibly soft bed, she slides her finger under the envelope's flap and pops it open. Inside is a note, from him, and a business card. Curious, she examines the card. T is plain white, but a very expensive type of paper. The company name "Agente Voyeur" is embossed in gold leaf, along with an address on Madison Avenue. At the bottom is a single name, "Lucielle".

She then looks at his note, and reads it aloud. "Your limo will return at 10:00 to pick you up. The gentleman will take you anywhere you wish to go for a late dinner. I would suggest not making it a late night, you two have something to do on Saturday. At 2:00pm tomorrow, the limo will be there to take you to the shop on Madison Avenue. You can do a little shopping before hand, if you wish, or just sleep in. The room service in this joint is pretty good!. When you get to the shop, present the card to the receptionist. They will take care of everything from that point on. Plan on being there for about 3 hours. Then, you can go out on the town and do whatever you wish for the evening. The limo will be back at noon on Sunday to pick you up for the airport."

"I presume you know what kind of shop this is. And, you probably have a good idea what you're going there for. There's a catalog form them over on the dresser, you might want to take a look at their offerings ahead of getting there. So, I would suggest that both of you prep yourselves accordingly in the morning. Have Fun!"

Putting the note back down, she looks at Sara and asks "Do you know what this place is?" Her friend shakes her hear negatively. "Well, it's the most outrageously expensive, decadent, over the top lingerie shop in the world. You remember that news story about the rich bitch spending over 50 thousand on bras and panties a couple of months ago? This is the place."

Both women are hungry, and 10:00 is rapidly approaching, so they grab the catalog and head downstairs to the limo. 

While waiting on their steaks, they thumb through the catalog, which is more like soft core porn. The large format, glossy document shows image after image of beautiful young women wearing a variety of sexy things -- all in provocative poses. At the bottom in very fine print are descriptions and prices. "Holy Shit!", she exclaims, as she notices the price on one particular item -- a short tied wrap called a Matinee Kimono, for $900.00. What in the world has he gotten them into, she wonders.

The ladies call it an early evening, at least early for Manhattan. Before turning off the lights at about 1:00am, they place a call to the concierge, and arrange for sessions at the spa and makeover center for the morning.

After stuffing themselves on eggs benedict and champagne strawberries, they spend an hour in the spa getting their nails done and a quick massage. Sara appears to have a footgasm while the young lady is working the warm oil into her feet, and dozes off. 

Back to the room to dress for the afternoon, fairly conservative, comfortable fare. Downstairs to the makeover boutique, and they get their warpaint applied by a professional. The lady with the brushes asks them what style they wish to have applied. After thinking a little, Sara blurts out 'sophisticated slut'. Both ladies giggle, knowing it will probably look pretty good with what they will encounter later on.

They hop into the limo right at 2:00, and enjoy the sights on the short ride over to Madison Avenue. It is a sunny, warm spring day, and the post winter mood in the city appears to be festive. Even the limo driver has a big smile -- though that may be from the glimpse up the women's skirts as he helps them exit the rear of the limo. 'Wait till later, young man. You may have something a lot more interesting to look at up there when you pick us up," she thinks to herself as they waltz in the front door.

The lobby is impressive, but puzzling. This is supposed to be a lingerie store, right? However, there is just a professional lobby, sporting a desk with an immaculately dressed young lady. A couple of luxurious sofas off to each side, and a couple of doors behind the woman. No garments. No racks of frilly things. Nothing to indicate what is supposed to be sold here, other than "Agente Voyeur", which is tastefully displayed in gold leaf above and behind the receptionist.

The two friends look at each other, shrug, and walk up to the desk. She produces the business card. 

"Ah. We are expecting you. Please have a seat, Lucielle will be out to gather you shortly," Denise (at least that's what her name tag reads) says with a smile.

Four or five minutes later, a woman comes out of one of the doors, and approaches them.

"Hi ladies. I'm Lucielle, and I will be your host for this afternoon. If you would, please, follow me."

She takes stock of their host as they follow her to the door. About 5 and a half feet tall. Very dark, almost black hair, hanging well below her shoulders, neatly tied in a professional looking ponytail. The hair is vibrant, almost glistening. She wonders whether to ask Lucielle about what she puts on it, it looks incredible. The young lady has a cream complexion, well built with what looks like C cups boobs and a womanly flair to her hips. The skin tight top and short skirt, combined with some 4 inch heels really set things off.

Lucielle holds the door open for them, which leads into a wide hallway. There are multiple doors spaced along each side. "Second door on the right, if you please," their host says, as she hurries to open it for them.

Inside is, well, strange. Not at all what the two friends had expected. It is a fairly small room. The centerpiece is a leather clad half circle sofa. A table behind it holds drinks. In front of the sofa is a concave half moon of floor to ceiling mirrors. This is clearly a 'try it on with an audience' set up. 

"Ladies, please help yourself to drinks, and have a seat on the sofa. Please, be comfortable. My name is Lucielle. You are here because a gentleman asked us to set up a session for the two of you. He has chosen a series of outfits that he would like you to try on. If you wish, you may choose 3 ensembles to take home with each of you. Anything you see or wear is yours for the asking. This is all taken care of, there is no charge. The only requirement of you is to enjoy yourselves."

Pouring herself a glass of blackberry wine (he MUST have briefed them on everything!), she looks at the young lady and asks, "Lucielle, or is it Lucy?"

"Lucielle, please. Lucy is something I save for a special few intimate friends," the brunette answers.

"Lucielle it is. I'm sorry, I didn't mean any offence," she replies.

"Oh, none taken at all. Its just that Lucy is something that I allow very few people to ever experience," Lucielle says with a smile.

OK, she muses to herself. No problem on the name, but she thinks there is something else behind that story. Maybe the little brunette will leak some details later on.

"Ladies, here is what your gentleman friend has arranged for you this afternoon. Agente Voyeur, as you may know, specializes in very high end lingerie. Our lines are very limited in production, and hand made by our garment artists to very exacting specifications. Our lines range from mildly provocative to outrageously decadent."

"Your friend has selected several of our ensembles for each of you to try on and evaluate. From these, we ask each of you to choose your two favorites, and you will take them home."

"I am here to help guide you through the process, answer any questions, and help you in any way I can with the selection process."

"The first thing we will do is a careful sizing of each of you. We don't make 'one size fits all' garments. We will make sure that each and every piece is the correct size for your figures."

'Now, if you wouldn't mind, Sara, please step into the dressing space to our left, and please remove you outer clothes. You may leave your underwear on. My lady, if you would do likewise, the right side space is yours," Lucielle's introduction concludes.

The two friends look at each other, shrug, and move to their assigned changing areas. Each area has its own door, which seems a bit redundant. After all, they are about to be in front of each other and a stranger almost naked. In addition, considering the nature of what they presumably are going to try on, modesty seems a bit out of place to her. Oh well, it is what it is, she concludes. The side of the alcove opposite the door is a full length mirror. To the right is a small closet type area, where she can hang and set her current clothing items as they are removed. The other side has a set of thin drawers, four of them. Beneath them is a set of small open cubes, each appearing to hold a set of high heels.

She removes her shirt and skirt, and hangs them up. Off with her short heels, which find a home up on a shelf. Looking at herself in the mirror quickly to make sure nothing is out of place, she then grabs a soft white robe that was left hanging on the door hook. Nice of them to think about that detail, she considers. Exiting her changing area, the door silently pulls itself shut.

Sara has beaten her out of her area and settled onto the sofa. She also has chosen to wear the robe.

Lucielle begins "Well, since you are already up, let's begin with taking a look at you. Please take off your robe, and join me over here in front of the mirrors."

She does so, a bit shyly. There is no problem with Sara seeing her, they have shared something much more intimate than a glimpse of underwear before. However, having this young woman she met not 15 minutes ago staring at her (no matter how professionally) was a bit unnerving.

Grabbing her shoulders gently, Lucielle guides her to stand facing the mirrors. The young lady makes a show of looking at her from head to toe on both sides, and then moves behind her. With a start, she realizes Lucielle is unclasping her bra. The girl's fingers hook into the straps, and slide them down off her shoulders. Freed of the weight of her breasts, the undergarment falls to the floor. 

"Please raise your arms away from your side a bit, and raise your breasts for me," the girl instructs.

Doing so, she cups her breasts and gently lifts them up a little. The girl slides a tape measure around her torso, and slides it up to meet the underside of her breasts. The tape falls away. "You may drop your arms, please."

Lucielle's arms reach around her with the tape again, and rests it directly across her nipples. OK, she thinks. This is a normal bra fitting. No problem.

After the tape drops, Lucielle's arms reach around her again. The girl's hands gently slide under her breasts and cup them. The hands lift the weight a little, and then retreat.

She turns to the girl, displaying a quizzical look on her face.

"Oh, sorry. I should have explained. A proper fitting relies not just on the actual measurements, but firsthand experience (pardon my pun) as to the weight and consistency of the breasts. You would be surprised at how important those factors are in properly fitting our types of lingerie," the young woman explains.

"Oh, all right then," she answers, not sure if she believes it or not.

Lucielle continues her examination, using the old fashioned measuring tape to map out her arms, her torso, her waist, her hips, her legs (inside and outside). Apparently finished, the young lady steps back, pulls a small pad out of her skirt pocket, and taps information into it. After a few moments, the pad disappears back into the pocket.

"Thank you, you may sit back down. Sara, if you would please," Lucielle asks.

Her blonde friend stands, drops her robe, and walks over to the mirrors. Their host unclasps the brassiere. Once it falls to the floor, Lucielle steps back a couple of paces and utters "Oh, my ...". Apparently the sight of the massive and wonderfully shaped pair of mammaries on Sara's chest has impressed even a 'professional'.

Lucielle repeats her measurement tasks with the blonde, letting her hands linger just a bit longer on the 'weight and feel' portion of the procedure. After completion, she once again taps out a bunch of instructions into her pad.

"Sara, we're done, please sit and be comfortable. While we've been finishing up with you, my associates have been putting garments of the appropriate sizes into your changing area. Even now, they are doing the same for Sara."

"There are three drawers in each of your areas. The gentleman who provided this little adventure for you has selected three of our lingerie styles for each of you. What you will find in the drawers are those style garments in your particular sizes. What we would like you to do is try on each of those ensembles, one at a time, and come out here for you and your friend to evaluate in front of the mirrors."

"You may have noticed that there are high heels of various styles and colors in each of your areas. Please choose a pair that you feel compliments each of the ensembles. It is critical for the look of the garments to be the best for your posture to be enhanced by the heels. The gentleman provided your sizes to us, so we were able to arrange those ahead of time."

"Once we are done looking at all six ensembles, you may choose whichever you wish to take home with you."

"Any questions? No? OK, ma'am, if you would please go put on the first ensemble your gentleman friend selected for you," Lucielle ends the instructional portion of the program.

Not knowing quite what to think, but anxious to see the high dollar threads he thinks she will look good in, she gets up, goes to her alcove, and shuts the door behind her. Opening the top of the three drawers, she looks at the garments, then picks them up.

"Oh, these feel great,' she thinks to herself. 

She takes off the robe and hangs it up. She lays out the ensemble, then selects a pair of heels to match. After a few minutes of pulling, sliding, adjusting, and checking in the mirror, she opens the door and walks out to her audience of two. She walks over to the mirrors and faces them, and casts a discerning eye on the material that is not quite covering her privates.

Sara's mouth is agape. Lucielle walks up behind and slightly to her right, and comments, "Ah, here we have our Elsa collection. Note the shelf bra. Plenty of support for your breasts, while leaving the nipples exposed. The straps and trim look flimsy, but they really do keep the girls in place and ready for action. That is, unless you are standing on your head."

"The garter skirt/panty combination looks like it would be difficult to put on, but it wasn't, was it?" the girl asks her. She shakes her head no in response.




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"You see the various decorative straps that ride up over your hips, while the skirt itself rests right on the hips themselves. The garters are adjustable, of course. Please turn around and see how attractively this presents your rear end. Notice how the thong part of the panty merges into the skirt part seamlessly, and forms a pair of focusing points for the person behind you. Very inviting."

"Your choice of heels is a good one. In addition to them and the stockings being a great match for the garter set, your posture is really thrusting your breasts out from the open part of the cups. See how the nipples' profile is accented? That is going to drive him wild," Lucielle observes.

Sara chimes in "Wow, hon. That's gorgeous. I want to take that home."

"It feels and looks great. It's definitely the nicest one I've had on so far," she chuckles. "How much does this run?"

Lucielle shakes her head, stating "We really don't like to talk prices, and your gentleman friend is covering all of this, remember? However, just to give you a little clue as to the quality of what we make ... The bra is seven hundred and ninety dollars, and the garter ensemble is nine hundred fifty."

She looks over at Sara and gasps "Holy Shit." Spending that kind of money on lingerie was so decadent. He had told her many times that she was more than worth whatever he spent on her but damn! She'd better make a note to really make it really special the next time they were together! 

Sara looked shell-shocked, then a wicked little grin spread across her face. As if reading her mind, Sara said "I guess I need to see your Mr. Wonderful again so I can thank him properly" as she giggled.

Lucielle, taking charge of the room again, says "Sara, your turn. Please try on your first ensemble." Sara rises up, and moves into her alcove. 

She continued to gaze in Sara's direction, long after her friend had closed the door. She didn't want Sara to feel obligated, and at the same time, none of this was really of her doing. She would talk to "Mr. Wonderful" about that first chance. She needed to know what he was expecting this time since she had brought Sara into the mix.

Lucielle hands her a robe, and motions for her to sit, while they wait for Sara's return. It occurs to her that she is just as curious to see what Sara will be wearing. She hoped that was just a sign of the depth of their friendship!

The door to Sara's alcove opens, and Sara hesitantly steps out. The demi-cup bra barely contains the blonde's ample breasts and accents their size. The black lace of the garment frames the curve of her hips perfectly. As Sara rotates in the mirror to see the back of her ensemble, she could see the bare straps across Sara's supple ass sparkle.

Lucielle steps in, "Lovely choice Sara." "Sara is wearing a Waspie and Ouvert crotchless brief with her demi bra our Zsa-Zsa collection. Each piece is hand finished with copper Swarovski crystals. Intended for the flirtatious and seductive." She turns to Sara, "How does it feel?" 

As she ran her fingers over the fabric, Sara said, "I thought at first it might be uncomfortable, but as I began to put the pieces on, I felt so deliciously naughty! Yes, I think flirtatious and seductive are good words for this feeling." She continues to smooth her hands over the fabric from her breasts down to the stockings. The thin copper and black colored lace of the bra's cups does nothing to hide the blonde's magnificent nipples. The panty, while crotchless, has enough of a lace skirting to hide her womanhood from a casual glance (if this could be considered a casual glance!)

As she watches Sara rotate and coo, she realizes she may have opened Pandora's Box. Her friend will never again be the shy, demur young woman she first met.

Lucielle points Sara to the sofa as she hands her a robe.

It's her turn again. Back in her changing area, she opens the second drawer to see what he has selected for her next. It's a traditionally styled corset. This one is exquisitely designed in deep blue lace but her mind instantly jumps back to their last encounter. 

She had worn a corset that evening as well. She knew going in that the design might not be his style. It was confirmed when, in his boyishly charming way, he said "howdy ma'am," using his "this is cheesy" tone. It was funny, but having seen his hard dick pointing at her and the lust in his eyes told her that he was still turned on by the black lace ruffles and the big bright red bows. With the matching stockings and panty, it had given her the look glamorized in the movies as the Old West hooker in the bar.

He had swung his arms under her legs and swooped her up in his arms. He then gently laid her down onto the length of the sofa in the sitting room, a first for them. He kissed her deeply, urgently, as his hands found her breasts. At first he squeezes them through the corset's fabric. Though pleasant, she wanted him to touch them directly, so her fingers folded the cups down underneath her breasts, propping them up for his access.

His tongue had found her nipple, circling the stiffening areola then taking it all into his mouth, sucking hard. Excitement tingled all through her body as she felt his growing member against her leg. For some reason, there seemed to be urgency in his movement. Maybe it was the outfit she had on, or maybe his balls were full and straining for release. For her, the reason didn't matter, she was enjoying the fuck out of being ravished. His hand found her pussy wet and ready. He raised up on his right knee, straddling her right leg, and pulled her left leg over his left hip. They were at right angles, giving him full access to plunge deep inside her warm tunnel. She moaned as he moved all the way in till he hit her G spot. She felt him throbbing inside of her. He pulled back, withdrawing his cock almost completely. Then she pulled him back in with her right calf pulling against his ass. She gasped, as his full length slid rapidly into her womanhood. She begged him with her body, forcing him to push harder on her clit as she arched her back to push her pussy against him. He looked down at her face, and then lower. Her breasts had come free from the top of the corset, and were bouncing up and down on her chest in rhythm to their thrusting. 

He moaned and said, "Come on, come with me! Fuck me!" The deep rasp of his voice was so sexy. How could he be so boyishly cute one minute and make her melt the next, she wondered? She tensed her muscles to grip his manhood as they started to rock together. Slowly at first, then building in speed, he thrust again and again deep into her. The sound of their flesh slapped together obscenely in sync with their motion. She realized the moaning was not just his, she was on edge and was actually moaning the loudest. The logical part of her brain wondered if anyone out in the hall was hearing them. The sexual animal inside of her overruled, and said "Fuck it, they'll just be jealous." 

"AHHH. AHHH AHHH. Oh my God", her teeth had clenched as the first wave of orgasm hits her.

He responds with "Come on, Fuck Me. Give it to me. Cum for me. Cum for me NOW!"

That completed her journey to the Big O, and it had hit her with ferocity. Her nails dug into his arm. His head was tilted back, and she could see his facial features twisted in ecstasy. Barely capable of conscious thought, she knew when he let go inside of her. Between the contractions of her own internal muscles, she felt him jerking and shooting his load deep inside.

As their matching orgasms subsided, he had collapsed onto her. The movement forced her left leg back over, and he settled down, resting between her thighs. The results of their efforts had started escaping from her, but neither one had cared.

She grabbed his face and kissed him long and deep. She looked into his eyes and said breathlessly, "Baby, you have been holding out on me, I think!" 

She shakes herself out of the daydream, and back to the task at hand. Since that torrid encounter, their private joke had been the power of corsets, even ones with tacky ruffles and bows. She giggles to herself again. She would take a repeat of that orgasm any day.

Sliding the corset over her bare hips, she marvels at the quality of the garment. It looks very restrictive with its lace up back, but is constructed so that it gives and hugs her body like it was made specifically for her shape. She bends over, testing its flexibility, confirming that it won't stop her from achieving her favorite positions. Her breasts settle comfortably into the lace cups, which in a conservative way, cover her nipples. On with a pair of black stockings, and then she fastens the 6 garter clasps to hold them in place. She them slides the matching blue satin panties up and over her thighs, and wiggles them into place. Again, a bit on the conservative side, the fabric fully covers her crotch and behind. Finishing herself off with a pair of black heels, she looks herself over in the mirror, and turns to see the lacing in the back. Yes, much more sophisticated than her cheap model. He will be quite pleased with himself. It really does look amazing on me, she thought to herself. How does he always know exactly what she wants, before she wants it? She was starting to think he spent all their hours apart dreaming up every last detail of their next encounter. A quick giggle as she gives herself a little curtsey in the mirror and walks out to show Sara her latest look.

Sara's next ensemble turns out to be a piece called the Barbetta Kimono. Hand made out of silk, it is a calk length drape that is jet black at the top, merging into blood red at the bottom. Her friend has the tie loosely drawn around her waist, allowing an ample amount of her breasts to show. There are no panties, just a pair of jet black thigh highs and matching heels. The effect is simply stunning, and the blonde remarks at how she feels like she has a coating of liquid silk caressing her body as the fabric moves.

The two women continue with more outfits, until is comes to her last one. Opening the bottom drawer for the last time, she sees an envelope on top of the pile of fabric. She opens it, and extracts the note. It is obviously from him.

"I hope you gals have had fun. Please choose the sets you want, and take them home. I expect to see you in each of the ones you select. I am hard sitting here thinking of you, my dick is throbbing, wanting to see what you look like in them."

"Please tell Sara for me that there are no strings attached. I wanted you to have fun with your friend, away from the boys as it were. She can consider it a gift, a partial thank you for our shared experience not so long ago. If she (and you) would like a repeat performance, I certainly would not turn it down, but neither of you are 'expected' to offer that."

"As far as this last selection, I have chosen a pure white ensemble from their bridal collection. To me, you are as pure as the whitest white, and each time we make love is like the very first time. I can think of no other more appropriate outfit for you to be wearing the next time we see each other."

Putting down the note, she picks up the top garment in the pile. It is another corset, completely done in white. This one is more old fashioned, she can feel the boning and see how the lacing is more restrictive than the blue one she had on earlier. Her heart quickens a bit as she steps into the garment. It is tighter. Although the construction does give, it is apparent this one is made to do what a corset is really for -- molding her into an hourglass figure. It takes several wiggles to pull it up over her hips and let it settle into place. Its bottom curves are riding low on her hips, the wispy skirt of material on the bottom edge doing its best to cover her pussy. It is failing. She pulls the top up, adjusting her breasts so that they fall into the cups correctly. It is strapless. She is slightly amazed that it stays in place, given the cup shape and her ample girls. The cups are cut perfectly for her. With the breasts in the perfect position, her silver dollar sized areola are half covered, half exposed. Looking in the mirror, it is like looking at two small twin red suns coming up over the horizon. Gorgeous, she thinks to herself.

A conservative matching white satin panty comes on next. It's cut crosses over her ass cheeks at a 45 degree angle, letting just the right amount of cheek spill out underneath. White stockings, very smooth with back seams, followed by full 5" white pumps. Securing the garters is a bit of a challenge for her, the back ones, as always, being a bit difficult to secure without assistance. 

She stands and takes a good look in the mirror. A perfect blend of old timey wedding night garb with good dose of 'fuck me now, big boy!'. Turning to see herself from the rear, she admires how the laces in the back are real, and the ties are hanging down to the lower curve of her ass. He's going to like that detail, she thinks to herself.

She exits her dressing area, and is met with a sharp intake of breath from the other two women, as they see her in beautiful garments that are a perfect match for her figure.

"Here you are ladies," their host says when they had finished trying on all the ensembles. "We've packed your garments into as small a package as we can without putting any undo stress on them. I know you are traveling back home via air, so we want the packaging to be as convenient as possible," Lucielle says, as she places the packages on top of the receptionist's desk.

Sara looks at her friend and quips "Are you going to tell him what we chose, or are you going to surprise him?"

Before she can answer, Lucielle chimes in, "Oh, he'll already know, don't worry."

At that, the brunette hands each of them a DVD case. "Part of our service is to provide both of you and your gentleman friend a multi-angle recording of the fitting session. It is for your enjoyment, and so he can see that you both enjoyed yourselves," she explains.

The friends look at each other and smile. They thank their hosts, turn and walk out to the limo. 

Auth Note -- I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read. 



Interlude



(c) Ally Literally 2011

Taking you in my arms, giving you a gentle and tender hug, kissing your hair, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your ears, nibbling your earlobes, caressing your hair, down to the small of your back....

Laying you down on the sofa, fluffing two pillows under your head, taking your feet in my lap, gently massaging the right foot, the arch of your foot, your ankle, the top of your foot, back to the ankle, up your calf to your knee, raising your leg up straight, bending my head to kiss and lick the back of your knee...

Gently massaging the left foot, the arch of your foot, your ankle, the top of your foot, back to the ankle, up your calf to your knee, raising your leg up straight, bending my head to kiss and lick the back of your knee...

Slowly licking and nibbling my way up your thighs, criss-crossing from left to right, up to the join where pussy meets thigh, licking the crease, crossing over to the other thigh, nibbling, kissing, licking....

Moving up to your stomach, gently licking around your navel, tonguing your navel, round and round, ticklish? Sorry, I'll stop...

Onward towards your beautiful beautiful breasts, licking the underside of each one, taking your hands and giving you your breasts to hold and lift up for me so I can get my tongue under them, licking, licking, sloooowly licking under....stop pulling your nipples, we're doing this my way....

Wetting your breasts with my tongue, going up to the upper slopes, kissing your chest, moving up, licking your neck, your chin, up to your lips, hear you breathing a little rapidly, ohhh that is so arousing, licking your lips, feeling your warm breath on my mouth and tongue, until ....

Our lips finally meet, a slow slow long caress of lips and tongues, gently exploring your mouth, opening my mouth to invite your tongue in, licking it, sucking it when it enters my mouth....

Feeling your chest heaving, feel you pushing me away from your mouth so you can take a deep breath, I do too, inhale deeply, slide down back to your breast, lick your right nipple, make it very very wet with my saliva, watch it stand up as if begging for my mouth, blow a stream of cold breath on it, watch your areola pucker up, like a rosebud on an early spring morning, move to the left breast, tease it the same way, both your nipples now erect as soldiers...

You are wriggling your hips, trying to push your legs together, you cannot as I am in the way, you push your pelvis up, wanting some friction, any friction against your pussy, trying to trap my leg between your thighs, you rub your pussy desperately against my thigh, I move back, you wrap your legs around my waist, trying to rub your pussy against anything you can, while I take your nipple in my mouth and suck it gently at first, then very hard, trying to swallow your whole breast...

Finally touch you with my hand, take your other breast, push it closer to its partner, get the two nipples together in my mouth and suck, all the while caressing the parts of your breasts that are not in my mouth, you are still trying to hump yourself against me, you have managed to turn me a little and have your pussy pressing against my hip, wetting me....

I finally take pity on you and free one hand to move down, down straight down as an arrow to the target between your open legs that is beckoning me, two fingers caress the outside of your pussy lips, one on each side, I hear you moan a little, shudder a little at the touch, I press my fingers together, pressing your beautiful pussy lips together and inwards, forcing your clit to show its face....

I only wish I had two mouths as I reluctantly let go of your breasts and follow my hand down to between your legs, still wrapped around me, I slide between your legs, leaving you up in the air with your legs still bent, as if not comprehending where the waist has gone that they were wrapped around, leaving you wide open, making it so easy for me to put my head down and start licking all around your not so little clit, made prominent by my fingers pressing your pussy lips....

Around and around your clit I go, just around, still teasing, still not touching, feel you trying to rock your body to make contact between my tongue and your clit, I move my tongue away each time, trying to prolong the agony before the ecstasy, and what ecstasy it is going to be. I can feel you running like a rivulet from between your legs, onto the sofa, staining it, I drop my eyes down and see the stain spreading, while your pussy drips drips drips almost flows onto the sofa....

I can take it no longer, I want to have that nectar in my mouth, not on the sofa, I let my fingers release your lips, they spring open right away, opening the gates of heaven for me, I slide the same two fingers into you sloooooooowly, excruciatingly slowly, follow them with my mouth, my lips latch onto your nether lips, and I start to lick, then suck, then drink from your well of goodness....

I can hear you moan as I put my fingers in you, again as I kissed you below, louder, then louder still, feel you shuddering, juddering, your stomach starts to ripple, your chest heaving, your breath rasping, I can feel you are near, very near, I take pity on you and move my mouth to your clit, take it between my lips, gently suck it and start to lash it with my tongue....

And that's all it takes as my baby clenches her thighs around my head, suffocating me, I manage to raise my nose just enough to be able to breathe and carry on licking, and nibbling, and sucking, and whipping your clit with my tongue, I feel your pussy start to clench, to squeeze my fingers inside you, I move my other hand below you and gently press one fingertip against your anus, I feel that throbbing and quivering too, and then you start to pull me to you and try to push me away at the same time as you mutter insensible words of which all I can make out is yes please and no, suddenly you let out a loud scream, a roar almost, and your legs drop to the sofa, you start to shiver and begin to curl up to one side but I am in the way, I move to let you get comfortable and then move up next to you to comfort you, relax you... 

Taking you in my arms giving you a gentle and tender hug, kissing your hair, your forehead, your eyelids, your nose, your cheeks, your ears, nibbling your earlobes, caressing your hair, down to the small of your back....



Interlude 17-77



Seventeen

He had made an appointment for her to receive a massage, something he knew she loved to enjoy. The appointment was for the middle of the morning, at a private cabana on the beach. She had no idea what she was in store for, other than a massage. The appointment card that was waiting for her when she had checked in the previous evening had just given her a time, a location, and a request to wear her bathing suit.

A few minutes before 10:30am, she left their room. He had already gone off doing something manly, since he knew she would be occupied for most of the morning. In fact, he knew a lot more about what she was going to be doing than she did, since he had arranged for the 'special' service.

Arriving at the cabana, she pushes her way in through the brightly colored vertically hung fabric panels that provided privacy for those inside. There is an elevated massage table in the center, and a couple of chairs bracketing a table with some glasses and a carafe of orange colored liquid. A vanity with a chair and a variety of beauty supplies is across the way, she surmises it is for the ladies to repair their faces after getting their 'treatments'.

"Ah, you have arrived," she hears from off to her left. It startles her just a bit; she had not seen anyone when she first poked her head in.

"My name is Armando. I am your masseuse for this morning. Would you care for a mimosa?"

'Oh yes, please," she manages to stammer out. A bit of alcohol would help the upcoming experience, certainly.

Her host moves across the small enclosure to the table with the refreshments. As he pours her a glass of orange juice and ice chilled champagne, her breath quickens. 

Armando is a caramel skinned Hispanic, maybe in his mid-20s. About 5'10", with jet black locks swaying against his shoulders. This cabana boy is drop dead gorgeous, ripped like a Channel No.5 model, she thinks to herself. 

As the young man brings her the drink, she notices his bare chest, and then her eyes involuntarily drop down. His bottom/shorts/swimsuit/whatever is very thin. Although it is not really tight, it does absolutely nothing to hide his 'personality'. His package is significant, to say the least, and she would swear she could make out the outline of the mushroom tip against the slick looking fabric.

He turns back to the massage table, and picks up a luxurious looking towel. Turning, he presents it to her. "If you would like to get started, please remove your suit. You may wrap yourself in this. When you are ready, please lay down on the table, face up, please."

Taking a large gulp of the delicious drink, she wonders what she's gotten herself into. Although this guy is gorgeous, she hadn't expected to be naked in front of him. Oh, what the fuck, she thinks. He sees white bootie all day long, he's not even going to notice your ass, she reasons.

Putting the glass and the towel down, she needs both hands to wiggle out of her one piece suit. Catching a glimpse of him while reaching for the towel, she notices he's facing away from her, prepping the table. She wraps the white towel around her, covering her breasts and privates.

Fortunately, the massage table is not high, and she easily sits on the edge. Swinging her legs around and wriggling into place is a bit more difficult, her hands are busy trying to keep the towel in place. She leans back, positioning her head in the low cradle provided to support her neck. The material on the table is smooth, and cool -- far cooler than she would suspect, given the moderate temps outside in the sun. The analytical part of her mind wonders if it is cooled some how. 

Eyes closed, her muscles start to relax. The slight breeze coming from the ceiling fan, coupled with the cool surface of the table tingle her skin. The background noise of the waves coming ashore a bare 100 feet away is mesmerizing. In just a few moments, she feels herself cruising just above unconsciousness. 

She feels something wet and warm dripping onto her left foot. Then, a few drops onto her right. 

"You have such beautiful feet. I'll start with them. If you feel uncomfortable with anything I am doing, or if anything hurts, please let me know. I am here for your pleasure," Armando informs her.

She has a rather perverted thought right then, something about how that monster between his legs is what she needed for her pleasure. Nothing wrong with some innocent fantasy, was there? She manages to softly reply, "Be my guest".

His hands close around her left foot. He gently massages it between his fingers, the warm oil providing a slick lubrication. She marvels to herself how soft the skin of his hands feels. He is definitely not a hard laborer! His fingers knead her sole, and roll her ankle around. He pops each toe, starting with the pinky and working in towards the big one. His fingers slide in and out between her toes. She wonders if he is thinking of the appropriate sexual metaphor as he does that. Her mouth falls open as a low moan of pleasure escapes.

His work is not dainty. He is really working over her muscles and ankle joint. It is not painful, but she certainly knows that this is going to be a workout.

Finishing with the left foot, he moves to the right one and repeats the treatment. This time he pauses for a moment to add some more oil. There is so much now that his skin occasionally makes obscene slurping noises as it moves against hers. She thinks it sounds kind of like what she'd hear if his belly was slapping against her ass as he slid that huge member in and out while fucking her from behind. As soon as the thought is there, she chastises herself -- come on, she tells herself, he's only working on your feet!

After about five minutes of concentrated work on her feet, he again pauses and drizzles the warm liquid up her right leg, and then back down her left. His upward movement stops right at the edge of the towel, about 2 inches below her pubic area. He has to be getting a glimpse, she thinks to herself. Good thing she had gone to the spa for a full Brazilian the day before the trip down here. Her pubic area was as smooth as a baby's ass right now.

His hands glide over her oily thighs, sliding up and down repeatedly while working the muscles underneath the skin. Each time he approaches her pussy, she subconsciously asks him to continue up a few more inches, to address the growing need she is feeling in her womanhood. However, each time his hands retreat, back down her leg to start again. Damn, this feels so relaxing, but at the same time is working her up into an erotic lather.

After what is an entirely too short period of time on her legs, he stops. Even with her eyes closed, she can sense him moving around the right side of the table and up towards her head. She doesn't need her sight to know he is now positioned above her head.

The warm liquid starts to drip on her shoulders, and down to her wrist, on the right side first. He starts with her fingers, massaging each one gently, and then kneads her palm. Moving up to her wrist, then the lower arms, then the biceps, and finally to the shoulder. His ministrations have left her right arm with absolutely no strength at all. It is completely relaxed. He repeats with her left arm, and by the time he has completed all four of her limbs, she is frozen -- so relaxed that she doubts she could move if she wanted to.

Once again, she senses him moving around the table to a position above her head. His hands separate the ends of the towel, which had been wrapped together between her breasts. With a slight tug, the ends come free; he pulls the towel apart, and lays the ends down across her upper arms.

With a start, she realizes this stranger has just undressed her, and is looking at her full frontal nudity. Then she realizes that she is too relaxed, and at the same time too aroused, to care.

Warm drops hit her stomach, descending in a ring that encircles her belly button. The trail of drops then moves up to just under her breasts and stops. She hears him put down the oil container, and waits for his touch. She doesn't have long before his hands, palms down, land on her rib cage, just south of the lower edges of her tits. He slides them down her sides to the flair of her hips, and then back to her front. They teasingly trace a path to just above her clitorous. The skin of her lower belly jumps involuntarily in response to his tease. He then curls his fingers in a bit, and drags them back up to where he began. Again and again he slides up and down her midsection, varying the path now and then. 

She is proud of her mid section, and doesn't mind at all. Although she does not have the perfect figure of a fashion model, she's in very good shape for her age. In any case, it feels so good that there is no way she would object to his efforts.

He withdraws his hands. A few moments later, she feels the warm drops falling onto her right breast. Slowly, the drops circle her nipple. Once the areola is surrounded, a few more drops fall directly onto the center, which reacts by quickly stiffening. Armando repeats the treatment onto her left breast, and then sets the oil down.

He pauses a bit, and she hears a little bit of rustling. Then, his hands cup her breasts from under the nipples. Slowly, gently, he works his hands around the perimeter of the breasts, avoiding the nipples. It feels delicious. She wonders if he is enjoying himself as well.

Curious, she cracks her eyelids a bit to see him. What she sees causes a sharp intake of breath. A beautiful, very large, semi-flaccid cock is dangling about 4 inches above her face, its position conveniently dictated by how the cabana masseuse is leaning over to reach her breasts.

He sees her eyeing his member, and pauses. "It is part of the experience, miss. If you object, I will cover it back up," Armando advises, with a smile.

"Uh ... no ... that's OK," she stammers out.

Her eyelids narrow a bit, but do not close. There is no way she won't watch this glorious looking example of manhood while its owner is worshipping (at least professionally) her mammaries. She tries, but cannot resist fantasizing about how it would feel sliding in and out of her (now getting very) wet pussy. She licks her lips without thinking about it, wondering how it would taste, how it would fill up her mouth if she was to lean up just a few inches and engulf it.

His attention is now on her nipples, giving them a thorough workout. Stretching, pinching, and rolling them between his fingers causes her to moan softly in response. Just as she is starting to feel the warmth of an impending orgasm start to spread from her pussy, he pulls away.

Bastard! He's worse than that fucking alarm clock, she thinks.

"Please miss, roll over for me," Armando instructs.

As she does so, the towel slides off onto the floor. No matter, it is no longer needed. She places her face in the padded cutout in the table, settling in comfortably. She's still a little steamed that he stopped his attention to her girls; it had felt so damned good.

Just after she has settled herself down, her hosts asks "Please raise your hips for me a bit."

She pushes her midsection up in the air a bit, and feels him slide a cushion under her. As she relaxes back down, it is obvious that the additional padding is raising her fanny up into the air a couple of inches. She's not quite sure what that is supposed to accomplish, but is not inclined to question him about it. So far, he hadn't done anything that was objectionable.

He stands above her head again, and starts by drizzling the oil over her shoulders. After dropping a copious amount of the liquid on her, he starts kneading the tops of her shoulders, working down the blades and curling back onto her spine. His effort is strong, he is not being gentle. It feels wonderful; once again she is reaching the point of not being able to move.

His hands gradually move down her back to just above her waist. Circling around and around, he teases and works the muscles and skin. 

He pauses, and she senses that he is changing position. She has no strength to raise her head, so cannot confirm by sight where he's off to.

A few moments later, she once again feels the coconut liquid flowing onto her feet. His hands work on her feet again, and then move to her beautiful calves. Working and kneading them, she feels them start to tingle. 

Moving upwards of her knees, he liberally douses the back of her thighs with the lubricant. His hands slide up the outside of her thighs to the lower curve of her cheeks, circle in, slide down to her inner thighs, and back down to the knees. Over and over he does this, varying the pattern now and then. The longer he persists, the closer he comes to her innermost areas. Thoroughly enjoying the attention and the sensations she is experiencing, she wonders what her reaction will be if he actually gets to her most private area with his fingers.

He does not actually touch 'there', but continues up to her buttocks. His kneading of the muscles there is incredible. Her butt turns to jelly; she has no strength to clench her cheeks together, even if she had wanted to.

Stopping, Armando applies some more oil. No longer content with drops, a slow drizzle creates a small puddle at the junction between the base of her spine and butt cheeks. Continuing downward, a light stream slides down her butt cleavage, thoroughly drenching her anus and labia. It feels so good, she pushes her butt up into the air a little bit more, and her thighs relax and separate a little bit more. Moans continue to escape from her, and she is past the point of caring whether she is heard by anyone outside the enclosure.

He pauses once again, but this time she cannot discern where he is moving to. Then, she feels him climbing up onto the table above her feet. What the Fuck? Her mind starts to race. Is he just going to continue the massage? Is he going to go a little further and take some liberties with her? Is he going to stick that monster cock inside of her slick, wet pussy? While just a little alarmed, she finds herself conceding that the latter case would probably suit her just fine right now.

She feels him sit astride her lower legs, pinning them to the table. His hands restart their work, centering on the backs of her lower thighs. Their swirling movements gradually move upwards. He starts kneading her ass cheeks again; though this time with each swirling movement he is pulling the cheeks apart. This exposes her privates to his gaze, but she is beyond being concerned about it. 

Suddenly, she feels his right thumb touch her anus, and then gently begin teasing it. Part of her wants to yell 'Stop!', but it is quickly overruled and all he hears is a deeper moan escape from her throat. Her hips involuntarily push back against his thumb, causing it to slide inside her butt ever so slightly. He starts frigging her ass with his digit, both tickling and stimulating it.

His hands retreat, leaving her frustrated for a moment. Why did he stop, she wonders? Then, she figures it out. He is repositioning himself, moving up. He is now sitting astride her thighs. She can feel his balls resting on top of the intersection of her thighs and ass crack. She pushes against them slightly, hoping to feel more of them with her rear end. Then she thinks, "What if he tries to put that monster in my ass? Do I pull away? It's quite a bit bigger than her man's, and it is sure to hurt, IF it will even go in."

Her fears seem to come true, and she feels him wiggle his head down between her cheeks and rest it directly on her rear entry point. His hips rotate around, rubbing his mushroom against the rose of her opening, gently pushing against it. She does not know whether to clench against him, or relax as much as she can and assist him with entry.

However, he solves her quandary by pulling back a bit, and then laying his full length into her butt cleavage. She savors the feeling, as he begins to slowly slide his length up and down the oily slick valley. Damn, that feels good, she observes. But, something is not quite right.

He lays his torso down onto hers, completely pinning her. His hands find hers, their fingers interlock, and he holds them immobile against the padded table. His face nuzzles her hair and the base of her neck, and then moves to the right side of her head. She feels his breath on her ear. It is happening so fast that she cannot think of any way to react other than accept him.

She wants to raise her head to see him, but his weight has her immobilized. His tongue traces the outside of her ear, causing a shudder throughout her body. His dick continues it's up and down motion between her cheeks, his balls deliciously being dragged over her ass.

"Good morning, dear. Are you enjoying yourself," comes the question into her right ear, softly, unexpectedly. Then it all clicks into place for her. He must have tagged out Armando when she rolled over onto her stomach, and he's been fucking with her ever since! She had a suspicion that was the case when she felt his cock against her ass -- it just wasn't what she had expected Armando's monster to feel like. At the time, however, she had been a little too preoccupied with enjoying it to question it.

"Fucker!" she exclaims softly. "Don't you dare stop now. If you do I'm gonna cut your balls off when I get off this table!" 

"Oh, well. We can't have that, can we," he quips, with a chuckle. At that, he pulls back off her ass, allowing his cock to drop slightly. Pulling back forward, his head pushes against her slick labia. There is no resistance at all as it slowly pushes its way inside of her. 

A deep, hoarse moan comes from her as his length slowly glides inside of her. He pushes in to the hilt, burying his full length into her womanhood. He then holds it there. Her hips slowly start to gyrate in response, her pussy pivoting around his rock hard shaft. His head is contacting her G-spot and an overwhelming urge to cum right then and there washes over her.

His rhythmic movements start, slowly at first. His length slides out slowly, until just the head remains inside. It then reverses itself, and pushes back in. Her natural lubrication, combined with the coconut oil, provides an incredibly smooth, slick motion. Her pussy is like liquid silk normally, but this is even smoother. 

As his pace quickens, he pulls himself back off of her, back into a sitting position. He is now sitting across her thighs, ramming his cock into her. He looks down, and revels at the sight of his member sliding in and out between her lips. It is an incredibly erotic sight, and starts the glowing warmth building in his balls. Recognizing it will not be long before he lets loose if he keeps this up, he slows a bit. 

Sensing he wants this to be a bit more leisurely experience, she matches his slow deliberate pace. Enjoying the smell of the coconut oil, the soft crash of waves on the beach, and the slight buzz from the mimosa, she is perfectly content with making this last. He slides in and out, rhythmically as he caresses her ass; they are in perfect sync. He resumes the circular motion across her anus. 

Before long, the tension starts to build in her womanhood just as his strokes become stronger. He pushes all the way in, and then slides back out. She feels so warm, slick, and tight inside. His cock feels so delicious buried deep inside her pussy. Each deep stroke touches her g-spot, sending a tingle through her. Another low moan escapes from deep within her as the sensations begin to dictate her response. There is a slight slapping sound as their pace quickens, and his pelvis smacks against her coconut oil covered ass. He cock is rock hard, filling her up so completely. His finger pushes easily into her ass as his hips begin to pump faster. 

She strains to push her ass against him, her body responding to his need. The electric sensation spreads from her clit throughout her pelvis as the excitement builds. His finger is probing her ass in the same rhythm, pushing her to the edge. The sensation of having both of her openings being stimulated concurrently is delicious. She arches her ass up higher, and reaches between her legs with her right hand to grab his boys. He reacts to her touch instantly, slamming against her ass harder, faster. She lets go of his balls and begins to rub her clit to match his pace. 




Interlude 17-77



He rams his cock in as his hands pull her hips back. "Come on baby, fuck me" he says. His voice is deep; she loves to hear him talk to her amid their passion. 

"Ahhhh," she screams as her body convulses. 

"Oh God. Here it comes!" she hears him say. 

His thrusts become spasms, as his seed spurts inside of her. Jets of white cum flood her from within, as he finds release. She clenches her internal muscles, trying to time grasping his shaft with his jerking spasms. She knew he liked that immensely, even if he was too occupied at the moment to say so. Their bodies jerk together as the final waves of pleasure begin to subside. He relaxes down onto her thighs, looking down. The pool of coconut oil, mixed with their perspiration has slickened every inch of her body. 

He lays down on top of her, relaxing as he catches his breath. He slides his legs down, until they are lying outside of hers. His body is almost completely covering hers, capturing it underneath him. However, its not as if she is interested in moving, or getting away! As far as she is concerned, their afterglow could remain all afternoon.

"Damn woman, that was amazing!" he whispers breathlessly. "I bought the massage for you, but I think I came out on top." 

She giggles, "Well, yeah, you are on top." 

After about 10 minutes of recovering and cuddling, they towel off. After getting dressed they leave the cabana, and take a walk along the beach. Words are not necessary; it is obvious they were both enjoying each other and the freedom from their complicated lives. 

That night, after they enjoy an amazing surf and turf dinner on the beach, they sway together on the dance floor to the sound of a familiar song, adapted to an island bongo beat. He buries his face in her flowing dark hair, blown by the ocean breeze. He breaths in her fragrance, and admires the sparkling earrings he bought her in the market earlier that day glimmering against her creamy skin. He nuzzles his face against her skin, kissing along the base of her neck. A soft moan escapes her throat.

She smiles as his hands migrate through the deep opening down the back of her sundress. It won't be long before he discovers she is as bare as the day she was born underneath. His fingers extend down her ass, as she feels his manhood grow against her leg. He whispers in her ear, "I think it's time to explore that pussy of yours on our private patio." She argues "we never get to dance, can't we stay a little longer?" 

She sees a wicked smile cross his face. He says, "Not when you tease me with that ass of yours. Do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" 

She looks at him with eyebrows raised, not sure of his question. But before she can ask him to repeat what he said, he scoops her up in his arms. He throws her over his shoulder holding her legs with the crook of his arm as he strides off the dance floor toward their room. She is so shocked by his move that she shrieks and kicks her feet, but she quickly realizes he does not plan to put her down until they are in the room again. The other patrons in the bar all look at them, some wondering what the hell was going on, others wishing they were doing the same thing.

After opening the door to their room, he allows her to swing down onto her feet. As the door closes behind them, he grabs her around the waist. Pulling her in tight, completely controlling her, he kisses her deep and longingly. Their lips part and tongues dancing together as any thought of the outside world fades away. His lips trace down her jaw to her neck, his tongue teasing her skin as his hands slide down her body. They curve around her waist and grab her ass, pulling her hard against him. 

Taking her by the hand, he leads her through the open French doors of their room. She gasps as she sees the display before her. The soft glow of lights twinkle against the night sky . The balcony is artfully draped to serve as their own private dance floor. He has once again excelled in the details of romance! In the corner of the patio is a table with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne glasses for two. Opposite the table is a futon folded out and made up with maroon satin sheets turned down, waiting for its occupants. Across one pillow is a single white rose.

The smile on his face says he is very proud of this crowning achievement. She has long since reconciled that his greatest joy is the element of surprise. Taking his hand in hers, she walks toward their dance floor. Their steps quickly fall in synch as they begin to sway together to the sound of the Eagles crooning "Desperado" from the CD player on the table. 

She takes his face in her hands, stroking down his jawline, palms meeting at his chin. She giggles, and grips his chin with her right hand, dropping her left. "You bastard, you manhandled me in front of all those people so you could shamelessly seduce me in your lair. Your plan is working quite nicely." 

She kisses him long and deep, while runnig her hands across his shoulders and down his chest. She drops her hands to run down his abdomen to his package. She wraps her hands around his balls and says "I think I threatened to cut these off if you stop. The threat still holds, don't stop now either!" 

Her eyes glow with desire as she unbuttons his khakis. Pushing against him, she backs him up against the futon, and lets his pants drop to the ground. She pushes her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushes them down his legs to his feet. She bends to remove his sandals, and the tangle of pants and underwear from his feet. Grabbing the hem of her dress, she pulls it up over her head as she stands. She stands between his knees, naked, skin glowing from the flicker of the lights. After removing his shirt, she raises her knee to push him over onto the bed. As he scoots back onto the bed she climbs between his legs. She her hand lightly strokes the warrior between his legs, which is not surprisingly standing at full attention. She looks directly into his eyes, and teasingly licks her lips. She opens her mouth and engulfs his manhood fully. Pausing just a moment on her downward stroke, she once again looks up at him. The angle is not easy, but she wants him to see her face with his cock's full length buried in it. She then withdraws, and traces her tongue over the length of his shaft, stopping briefly to tickle the tip. He's going to get the teasing she got on the massage table earlier that day!

He watches her movements. Her playful effort to tease him is not unnoticed. He knows she has the power to bring him to the edge quickly from that position. She has shown a habit of taking him to the edge and then backing off. Normally, he appreciates this teasing and buildup, but he is not in the mood to wait this time. He reaches for her arms and pulls him up his body until she is poised directly above his dick.

Reaching down with both hands, her fingers find her labia and spread the lips apart. Slowly, she relaxes down onto his shaft. Her opening and his shaft find each other with no help. She wiggles her hips slightly as she continues to lower herself onto him. Here eyes close. Her hands leave her lips, and travel up to her tits. Her fingers tweak her nipples, though they are already as hard as they can be.

Reaching bottom, her eyes open and find his face. Her lips pucker, and she fires an air-kiss off at him. Her hips start slowly gyrating, driving his cock up inside as far as it can possibly go. 

She then leans back, placing her hands on the futon just to the outside of his legs. This exposes her shaved pussy to him.. As she continues to gyrate, he sees his shaft sliding in and out between her labia. It glistens in the flickering light, slick with her natural lubricant. 

After a couple of minutes, she leans to her right, placing all of her weight on the right hand. Her left hand slides down to her pussy. The middle finger finds her clit, and starts rubbing it in time with his cock's movements. She looks down between her breast at his face, and notices it is transfixed on what is taking place below their waistlines. For a fleeting moment, she wishes they could change places. Although he had produced that DVD for her some months ago, she wondered what it would be like to actually see her from his eyes.

Closing her eyes, she moans, then leaning forward she grips the headboard. Her breasts hover above his face. She positions her left breast over his lips. He looks deeply at the silver dollar sized nipple dangling just out of reach form his hungry mouth. Taking in the rich, red color, he marvels at how distinct it is against the pale white mass of the breast. He has always considered her nipples as one of the most attractive parts of her body, and he can never give them enough attention. 

His tongue darts out and flicks the very tip of the nipple. Her nipples are amazing, the actual tip itself is a full half inch long when aroused, and almost a half inch in diameter. They are wonderful to suck on, and it is all he can do to restrain himself from biting down. How he wished he had been close during her child bearing years -- to draw milk from her beautiful mammaries would have been heavenly! 

They begin to slowly rock back and forth as he sucks. His hand caresses her other breast, fingers rolling the nipple. Her moans become more intense.

Moving her hands down to clasp his shoulders, her pace quickens. He grabs her hips, alternately pulling and pushing them in rhythm with his strokes. He feels her body begin to stiffen and he knows she won't last long. She is grinding into him, getting as much friction on her clit as she can.

He sees her teeth clench, and her eyes roll back. Her hands grab his head, and pull him into the valley between her breasts. His head cocks to one side, her nipple is still in his mouth. It has to be creating just a little bit of pain for the tip of her tit, which is probably intensifying her approach to orgasm.

Knowing she's at the edge, he moves his hands up to her shoulders. Grasping them, he pulls down on her torso as hard as he can. This drives his cock up into her, hitting the G-spot with a vengeance. He stays there, arching his back to keep his shaft rigid, and pushing against her clit. 

Animalistic groans escape from her, as the first jet of cum fires out from the tip of his cock. He feels this orgasm intently. Having cum once already today, this load is coming from deep within. His balls are releasing it with intense spasms, and he feels each and every spurt as it travels up his cock and escapes into her warmth.

Gradually, their spasms subside. He relaxes back onto the futon, with her exhausted body following. His member stays in place, until it becomes too flaccid to maintain its presence. Both of them feel it as it frees itself from her, and then the coolness on their private parts as the copious amounts of fluids, hers and his, are touched by the gentle air flowing around them.

The ocean breeze brushes against their sweaty bodies, the candles flicker quietly in the background. They are completely content to lie in the other's arms, no words being necessary, they drift off to sleep. What a perfect day at the beach! *

Auth Note -- I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read.



Interlude



"No one knows where we are, right?"

Lorik Rorin - incompetent storm trooper extraordinaire - nearly tripped over his own boots as he practically tumbled through an open door. His hands were full of a giggling red-head, who was trying to steal kisses every time they both moved. Together, they were trying to navigate the short distance between a hotel suite living room and bedroom, but neither party was really focusing much on the mechanics of walking. The mechanics of moving forward while making out were consuming a much larger portion of their attention.

Unfortunately, trying to move while getting tangled up in each other was not an effective method of relocation, as Lorik was finding out. His girlfriend, Sheresh, on the other hand, seemed rather unconcerned by all the sudden losses of equilibrium, random bumps into the wall, and near face-plants into the floor. She had a firm hold on both sides of Lorik's tunic collar and was kissing every inch of his face that she could manage.

Not that Lorik was complaining, mind you. Not in the slightest. He did, however, keep an anchoring eye on the bed, as he fumbled across the floor with Sheresh in his arms.

"Nope. I didn't tell anyone," Sheresh managed to halt their forward momentum with a thoroughly distracting kiss.

"Not even your dad?" Lorik mumbled around her pressing lips and ardent tongue.

"Nope. Not even Niall," she countered back, her lips insistent.

"Not even...Var?" Lorik was getting distracted.

"Definitely not Var," the half-clone, half-Zeltron woman in his arms giggled around their kiss.

"Your dad will still find us," the storm trooper wrinkled his nose and appraised the distance left between them and the bed - just a few more feet.

"Guess we better get busy, huh?" Sheresh's hands were suddenly tugging out the last of his tunic from his pants, her fingers fiddling earnestly with his belt.

Lorik didn't waste anymore time steering his eager lover toward the pristinely made bed. He had a fleeting thought that the sheets weren't going to stay in good order for much longer, before Sheresh fell back on the mattress and pulled him down with her.

There were several breathless moments, where the two of them devoted their attention to nothing more urgent than several heated kisses. Lorik's hands were not idle during those kisses, however, as he managed to unzip most of Sheresh's jumpsuit. Since their bodies were pressed nearly flush together from the waist, down, Lorik only managed to get her 'suit opened from neck to ribs, but it was enough to slip his hands inside the cloth and trail his fingers against the skin just underneath the under-wire of her bra. Their lips parted as Sheresh gasped and arched her back against him; Lorik just grinned and let his fingers trace a path around her ribs and behind her back.

"There's so much I've wanted to do to you," Lorik mumbled as his fingers found what he'd been searching for; he began fiddling with the back of Sheresh's bra while trying to kiss her.

Now, Lorik had more than enough experience in the realm of unhooking bras. Some might say, he had too much experience. But, Sheresh was - if anything - distracting and his fingers fumbled clumsy as he was drawn deeper and deeper into the taste of her tongue and the feel of her lips. She had also started rubbing the outside of his left thigh with her leg and her hands had managed to find their way underneath his tunic, where they were ghosting playfully against his stomach.

"Frak," he grumbled, as his fingers seemed to forget the exact mechanics of something he had done a hundred times before.

"Need some help?" Sheresh purred as she pushed her chest suggestively toward him.

That did absolutely nothing to help Lorik's struggling attention span. His fingers grasped futiley at her bra as his eyes locked almost instantly on the tempting view so willingly offered. Sheresh's pink-tinged skin was a mouth-watering contrast to her black bra - a bra which did a fine job of separating her cleavage and pushing it forward. The storm trooper didn't even bother to stifle a groan of desire; the Rebel soldier underneath him was generously "gifted" and Lorik had long admired her shapely curves.

This, however, was the first time he had ever had a chance to do much more than admire from afar, or grope through several layers of clothing. Lorik growled - this time, in frustration - and he momentarily abandoned his clumsy attempts to undo her bra.

Some challenges were better met head-on. Lorik wanted her chest bared to his view and he no longer had the patience to fumble and fuss.

"Naw. I think I got this," he glanced up into her light brown eyes and grinned cheekily.

Without any other warning, Lorik moved his hands from behind Sheresh's back and took hold of the cloth cupping her breasts. A good tug down pushed her chest even higher up and presented a very tempting view indeed. The cooler air around them puckered her nipples and Lorik groaned again in very deep appreciation.

"Perfect," he bent his head and took one nipple into his mouth, while teasing the other with his fingers.

Sheresh squealed and pressed her body instinctively against his as she arched higher off of the bed. Her fingers tangled themselves in Lorik's hair, as she unconsciously held his face to her chest. The silence between them was punctuated by inarticulate whimpering and moaning, as Lorik devoted his full attention to her pert breasts.

Her nipples felt like silk in his mouth - soft and smooth. Her skin was slightly sweaty - the evening Ordo air outside their hotel room was still warm from the heat of the day - and she tasted just faintly of salt. Her breasts were as large as his hands and full; Lorik spent several minutes entertaining himself with them. He squeezed them gently, scraped his rough palms across the tips of her nipples, massaged them teasingly with skillful fingers.

Sheresh, on the other hand, wouldn't lay still or shut up. Not that Lorik cared on either count - in fact, her expressive moans of pleasure just inspired him to keep up what he was doing. Her skin was beginning to flush a deeper shade of pink that nearly bordered on red; Lorik took a moment to admire the results of his handiwork.

Sheresh lay underneath him, panting heavily, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with desire. Her nipples were taunt, dusky-colored buds that begged to be sucked again. Lorik couldn't resist the urge to bow his head a second time and run his tongue languorously over each one. Sheresh squeaked and shifted underneath him, practically purring in pleasure.

"You've got great breasts," Lorik mumbled against her skin, as he kissed the gentle swell of one breast and then the other.

He lifted his head and winked roguishly at Sheresh, his smile lop-sided and endearing.

"I bet they look great when they bounce."

"You've already seen them 'bounce'!" Sheresh managed to gasp a reply, despite the distraction of Lorik's hands wandering all over her ample chest.

"Yeah...from a distance. Under your clothes," Lorik's grin just got wider as he playfully tweaked a nipple and listened to Sheresh's throaty mewl. "Haven't gotten to see them up-close-and-personal. Not like this," he nipped her sensitive nipple on a whim, just to see what she would do.

Sheresh keened and bucked her hips roughly against him. Lorik grunted from the contact and grinned lasciviously as he ground back against her. Something almost feral flashed through Sheresh's eyes and before Lorik quite knew what was happening, she had risen up from underneath him and pushed him onto his back.

"Is this enough bouncing for you?" Sheresh shimmied her shoulders playfully, as she prowled slowly up the length of Lorik's rangy body.

The off-duty storm trooper watched with expressive appreciation as his girlfriend's chest moved temptingly in tandem with her body. She was moving slowly, though, and Lorik still felt the pressure of a "deadline." The two had been this close to intercourse on more than one occasion, but something had always interrupted them before. This time, Lorik didn't think he remain rational of their playful romp was cut off prematurely yet again - his desire for the half-Zeltron crawling on top of him had only increased over time and he was getting really tired of "taking matters into his own hand", as it were.

He grabbed her hips and tried to pull her on top of him. Sheresh resisted, though, and pulled herself away from him, until she was straddling him and sitting back nearly on her heels. Fortunately, in this position, Lorik's grown was flush with hers and he grinned impishly as he ground himself against her yet again.

"Naw...the kind of bouncing I was thinking enough involves more of this," he jerked his hips up and Sheresh gasped at the feel of him. "And less clothes."

Lorik took a moment to enjoy the sight of Sheresh' breast bouncing over the scrunched-up cloth of her forgotten bra. He also took a moment to enjoy the feel of his nearly-painful arousal pressing suggestively against the softness between her legs. Sheresh's eager acceptance of his desire never ceased to amaze him - especially since she was quite possibly one of the most stunningly beautiful females he had ever met. She was witty, carefree, smart, kind, feisty, and loyal - and she never seemed capable of keeping her hands off of him. Lorik knew what he looked like in the mirror - he wasn't exactly the buffest, manliest soldier in the galaxy. Not by a long shot.

And here was this wild Mandalorian Rebel, with her breast bared to his touch, her fiery head thrown back in pleasure, and her body simply begging to be taken by him. Lorik didn't really understand the Mandalorian concept of Manda, but he figured that if it was something like perfection, then he had found it with Sheresh.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," Sheresh whispered softly as she titled her head and met Lorik's eyes.

She reached out with gentle fingers and brushed them softly against the side of his face, against the day's worth of stubble that never seemed to fade no matter how often he shaved. The tenderness of the moment was an odd juxtaposition to the passion and it only served to steal yet another part of Lorik's heart.

"What's that mean?" he wondered at the unfamiliar Mando'a phrase, as she pulled her hand away and began to shrug out of the top-half of her opened jumpsuit.

Sheresh just answered him with a mysterious little smile. Lorik would have persisted, but was immediately distracted when she shifted her hips against him to keep her balance and pushed her chest out further as she put her hands behind her back. The mysterious Mando'a was forgotten as Sheresh unclasped her bra, slid the straps off of her shoulder, and tossed the skimpy bit of black lace onto the floor beside their bed.

"I think we have too many clothes on, cyar'ika," she purred as her hands began to tug up the bottom of his tunic.

"You lapse into Mando'a when you're distracted, aren't you?" Lorik observed as his tunic was pulled up over his face.

"Basic isn't my first language," Sheresh's tone was perfectly conversational, as though she wasn't pulling clothes off of a storm trooper and straddling his arousal. "I can't help the language lapse when I have better things to occupy my attention with."

His tunic was finally pulled over his head and Lorik blinked owlishly up into her impish, heart-shaped face. She flashed him a bright grin as he pulled his arms free of his sleeves; without another thought, his tunic joined her bra on the floor.

Sheresh didn't waste any time in letting her hands wander over his naked skin. Lorik entertained a moment of self-consciousness - after all, he did exactly the bare minimum to pass physical fitness standards and his chest wasn't exactly bursting with hard lines of obvious muscle. He also wasn't exactly smooth; thankfully, Sheresh didn't seem to care at all about the state of his pecs or the copious amounts of chest hair that Lorik did possess. Instead, she cooed under her breath in obvious enjoyment as she ran her fingers through the dark curls that covered the wide breadth of his chest.

Her attention didn't stay long on his chest, to Lorik's momentarily disappointment. The line that trained toward the top of the pants seemed to hold the majority of her attention; though Lorik enjoyed the petting and the occasional playful pass of her fingers over his own nipples, he didn't complain as her hands wandered farther south.

"Oh, Force, Sheresh," he muttered, as he tucked his chin in toward his throat and watched her unbuckle his belt.

He knew exactly what she was going for and he felt himself twitch painfully in eager anticipation.

"Oh, Force," he swore again and let his head fall back onto the pillows beneath his shoulders.

He wouldn't have minded more touching, more kissing...but to be perfectly honest, they had explored that territory quite throughly before now. All the countless times before, when they had tried to reach this point, they had only ever been able to kiss and grope, before something inevitably intruded. So, he didn't begrudge the intense look of focus that he'd seen flash in Sheresh's honey-colored eyes, nor did he mind the rough hastiness of her hands at the front of his pants.

He did, however, thought he'd lose his self control right on the spot, when she reached her cool fingers in and pulled him free from his previous confines. A low, guttural, animalistic sound groaned from between his lips as his eyes rolled back in his skull and his body went limp. Her fingernails ghosted teasingly along the length of him...

And then he felt the soft warmth of her mouth envelope him.

Lorik's hips bucked unconsciously and he lifted his head out of sheer instinct to look down at her, wide-eyed and slack-jawed. The sight of her mouth wrapping hungrily around him was nearly enough to undo his self-control; as it was, Lorik's eyes nearly fluttered shut and he groaned again in wordless approval.

Her skills were simply amazing. Lorik could only lay back on the bed underneath her and surrender himself to her attentive ministrations. Realistically, he knew that he probably wasn't the biggest guy she'd ever been with, nor the most exotic - but she practically worshiped his body in that moment and that was all that mattered to Lorik.

Her tongue flickered against the tip of him and he watched as she tasted him for the first time. She closed her eyes briefly and made a throaty little purr of approval, before wrapping her full lips around him in absolute earnest. Lorik panted heavily in response and couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of her pleasuring him. Her bright head bobbed up and down, and he throbbed against her curling, twisting, licking tongue.

"Sheresh...." her name was a whispered plea for salvation as he reached out a shaking hand.

His fingers curled into her long, thick hair and he was lost in the feel of her mouth and the sight of her bright tresses wrapped around his hand. He didn't force her, though; he merely rested his hand against her head and tried to rub her neck as she quickened her maddening tempo. Lorik whimpered softly as Sheresh opened her mouth a little wider and took his entire length into her mouth - that had never happened to him before and honestly, he couldn't think of another female who had been so totally devoted to his pleasure.

She moaned and whimpered herself, the vibrations of her throat creating a pleasant, heady feel against his swollen skin. He also couldn't help a very masculine flash of pride in the knowledge that his woman was just as turned on by pleasuring him, as he was by being pleasured. This wasn't something she was doing just because she felt that she "should" - this was something she was doing because she genuinely desired it for herself.

The thought was nearly Lorik's undoing. He suddenly curled his fingers into a fist and tugged as gently as he could on her hair.

"Stop, baby...'fek...!" he swore roughly and tugged a little harder - it took a few tugs for Sheresh to realize what it was he wanted.

Lorik groaned as she lifted her head; her expression was that of mild annoyance, but he was more fixated on the little tip of tongue that she casually wiped across her moistened lips. Her hand still firmly grasped the base of him and it took all of Lorik's power to gasp out an explanation.

"I'll loose it if...if you...uhng..." his body jerked and spasmed in response to the hand that firmly stroked him. "Sheresh...!" Lorik practically begged as he reached down with his free hand to grab a hold of hers. "Please," he made eye-contact with her and nearly lost his resolve in the face of her own desire and frustration. "Not yet?"

"I wanted to taste you."

Sheresh's playful pout only made Lorik roll his head and moan at the ceiling. Were all Zeltron women this way? Seriously...he'd been mission out all these years, apparently.

She was going to be his undoing.

Not yet, he told himself firmly.

There were still plenty of things he wanted to do to her. An idea formed in his mind and this time, it was Lorik's turn to move quickly - or, at least, as quickly as he was able with a fierce arousal and undone pants.

Sheresh - being the insatiable minx that she was - resisted, too. A tussle ensued for several minutes, during the course of which the rest of Lorik's clothes came off and he managed to unzip what was left of her jumpsuit. Eventually, though, he succeeded in strong-arming her down onto the bed beneath him and Lorik made short work of her 'suit - within seconds, it had joined the rest of their clothes in a undignified pile on the floor.

He took a minute to admire her flushed skin, her untamed hair, her mischievous eyes, and the dainty scrap of black lace that stretched temptingly across the pleasant flare of her hips. Lorik hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and tugged playfully up on them as he leaned in to kiss her stomach.

"I'm so getting you off," his words were punctuated by a series of lazy kisses that trailed the line of her hipbone.

"That's not fair!" Sheresh tried to squirm away, but Lorik just grabbed her hips in both his hands and nipped playfully at the mouth-watering curve of lace that covered the juncture of her thighs.

Sheresh's protest quickly gave way to a heated gasp.

"That's what I thought," Lorik nuzzled her through her panties and took a minute to breath in her scent.

She was wet and willing, and she smelled of musk and sweat. Something sweet carried underneath it all - she smelled a bit like spice.

"You're going to come," he announced in a light-hearted tone, as he moved his hand from her hip and slipped a finger underneath her panties and into her soft folds without any waning whatsoever.

Sheresh's throaty moan was music to his ears and Lorik hid his smile as he softly kissed the inside of her right thigh.

"Because I said so," he continued almost casually, as he paused a moment and slipped a second finger into her.

He thought she'd fly off the bed, as he curled his fingers into her and gently probed for the spot he knew would render her completely speechless.

"First rule about me, sweetheart," Lorik propped himself up on his elbows and watched her writhe for a moment as his fingers began to work her into a slow fervor.

He pulled her panties to the side and slowly bent his head to run his tongue experimentally between her legs. Sheresh howled in response and Lorik couldn't hold back a wicked little chuckle. He left Sheresh with one final thought, before he started working her over in earnest -

"My women always come first."

He considered her for a moment, as she whimpered underneath him. Lorik slipped his free hand underneath her and splayed his fingers against her lower back to steady her a little better - he anticipated quiet a lot of squirming and he didn't want to have to chase her all over the bed. He slowly pulled the fingers of his other hand out of her and Sheresh uttered a low, uncivilized moan; Lorik felt himself twitch against the mattress in response and he groaned as well.




Interlude 18-77



Eighteen

He is in a rather swank hotel room, unpacking his suitcase after the 9 hour flight across the pond. The business trip to London was going to be a bitch, 5 days of bullshit meetings with bullshit customers, but that was what the job was about. What was most unfortunate was that the scheduling conflicted with Hers, and there was no way to coordinate time together in England. 

Just before leaving the office yesterday, he had received a small package. He opened it, found another, smaller package elaborately wrapped, and a card. It was obvious it was from Her, given the return address and hand writing on the envelope. Opening the card, he found:

"Sorry you won't get to enjoy my charms over in dear old London. Would have been fun, I know. Rather than you just sitting around being horny, or sliding off to some topless club (or whatever they call them over there), here's a present to keep you busy. Do not open this until you are in your room and alone. Do not carry it on the plane; put it in your checked bags. If security opens it, they might have a question or two. Have fun, and think a lot of what you're not going to have (me!)"

He had followed her instructions. He was tempted to open it, but knew that in some way, some fashion, she would know he had done so and be pissed. Now, however, it was time to see what her dirty little mind had conjured up for him.

He shreds the gift wrapping, and pops the top off the small square box. Inside some very delicate tissue paper is a pair of black stockings. They are obviously hers, the brand she knows he adores on her. He picks them up and raises them to his face. Drawing a deep breath, he smells her -- her perfume, and a deeper, more subtle fragrance that is her essence. She has worn these for him.

Still in the box is another card, a small digital recorder and a small bottle of lube. He opens the note:

"OK. You had better be in your hotel room. You know damn well that if you are peeking ahead of time right now, I will know, and you can say good bye to your next round of my pussy!"

"I recorded something for you; you will find it on this little MP3 player. I suggest that you listen in private, when you are comfortable. I did not put in any earphones, I know you carry those high dollar little buds with you on your trips. So, when you are ready, put them in, turn it on, lay back and relax. Or don't relax, whatever floats your boat."

"By the way, the smooth little numbers I included in the package were on my legs while I recorded this for you. You might want to keep them handy while listening -- I will have some specific instructions for you in regards to them."

"Have fun!"

Well, he thinks, this might be interesting after all. Placing the note down onto the bed, he retires to the bathroom for a much needed long hot shower. Time to get rid of the grime of the trip, and prep himself for whatever she's placed on that recorder.

After a long shower he wraps a towel around his waist and heads for the bed, anxious to hear what she has on her mind. He pops in the ear buds, presses play and waits. 

"Well, hello there stud. So you're in merry old England, and I'm not. Fucker! Anyway, you can take that towel off to start with. But you might keep it handy, because you may need it for the mess later" he hears her say with a little laughter. Yes, she does know him well.

The recorder keeps going, "I want you to lie back on the pillows of that big soft bed. Imagine I am with you, crawling up the bed to gobble up that one-eyed monster of yours." He smiles and relaxes against the pillows. 

She continues, "Remember that black chemise you bought for me earlier this year? It's the one with the three straps at the top of the cups. I have it on as I am recording this for you."

"I did some sewing surgery on it and removed the cup liner that covered my nipples. Now you can see straight through the sheer fabric. I'm looking at them now. My nipples are rock hard, just thinking about what is to come. I can see them straining against the material. The areolas are peeking over the edges, straining to get out of the cups. My nipples have that puckered look they get when I am really turned on!"

"I love ALL of the lingerie you've given me, but this is one of my favorites. It fits so tightly to my skin. My hands are sliding down over my breasts now. Damn, that feels good, but it would be so much better if they were your hands. Down to my stomach now, and on to the V between my legs. The fabric feels so silky, I like the way it moves with me. It's so comfortable. No matter what position we are in, so you can bend me right over whatever piece of furniture you desire to take me any way you wish!" 

She giggles before continuing, "Is this making you hot thinking about what I am wearing right now?" He realizes his hand is unconsciously stroking his dick already.

"I know you are touching that monster of yours, and its okay, stroke away. But go slow, I don't want you to cum before I do!" 

"Put a bit of that lube in your hand. Smell it. We've used it before, and I love the vanilla bean fragrance. Do you remember the last time you smelled it. I do. Your face was buried in my pussy. Keep that in your mind. Now, wrap your hand around your dick. Pretend it's my mouth you are feeling, all warm and wet."

"Begin with slow, steady strokes. Uhmmm. I would love to eat you right now. Your cock tastes so good in my mouth; I love to suck it. I want to run my tongue along your shaft, flicking that sensitive spot just under the tip. Then I want to swallow that monster right down to the hilt! I would pull all the way back till I just have that gorgeous mushroom head in my mouth, pulling against it with my lips and sucking it hard. Imagine I'm running my tongue around the base of your head. You're kind of ticklish there, I know. I can imagine it's jerking some as I move around it. Now you keep your hand moving. Keep those strokes going, but remember, don't get in a rush. You don't get to cum until I do." 

"Close your eyes, and imagine I am standing at the foot of the bed. My legs are spread apart. I have to say I look really hot wearing those stockings that are in your box. I'm also wearing those black heels you like, the ones with the 5 inch stilettos and the strap around the ankle. The light is behind me, and you can see all the way up my legs to my pussy. The fabric is so sheer you can see it is neatly trimmed in that narrow V you like. The tip of the V points right down to my clit."

"I'm rubbing my clit with my index finger, pretending that I am looking at you right now. My hand moves across my soft, hairless labia, caressing them. Now, I am diving between the lips to put my middle finger in, circling around to feel how moist and slick I am inside. My pussy is just begging for your cock. My finger slides in and out, rubbing my clit. Oh, it is so delicious; I wish you were doing this to me."

"Now imagine I am walking around to the side of the bed. I put my foot up on the edge of the mattress so you can touch me. I know what you want to do next. You want to run your hands up my calf, and all the way up to my thigh. Feel my stockings, how smooth they are? I know you're just a little nylon perv. You love stroking my stocking clad legs almost as mush as I love stroking that cock of yours. Now, keep sliding your hand up until you find that warm, wet tunnel you crave so much". 

"Reach over and grab those stockings. Touch them. Push them against your face. Do you smell me on them? Remember, I've got them on while I recording this for you. Drag them across your stomach down to your crotch. Pull them across your cock so you can feel how silky smooth they are, and how they caress your meat as they slide across it. I'm sure your little soldier is standing at full attention by now!"

Her voice continues, "I wish you were touching my pussy. I am so hot just thinking about the way you touch me. If I were with you now, I would climb up on that bed and put my pussy right in your face so you could eat me. Put my stockings back up to your face. Imagine that your face is buried in my pussy, surrounded by the smooth nylon. Can you smell me? Uhmmm." 

"Keep those stockings handy. When you get close, I want you to use them like you want to use me. I want you to shoot your load all over them, just like they were my tits. I want you to bring them back to me just like that, so I know you enjoyed yourself 'with me' while you were gone." 

He hears a deep, hoarse moan from her as the recording continues, "It's making me so horny thinking about your tongue teasing my pussy. I love the way you run your tongue across my lips, and then suck on my clit till you bring me to the edge. Damn, that feels good. Put your finger in your mouth, and imagine you are finger fucking me. Feel how warm and wet my pussy is. Can you taste me? I think I will cum just talking about what you do to me."

"Now keep those strokes slow and steady. We are a long way from the end of this. If you're getting close, grab your shaft by the base and squeeze. I know firsthand, so to speak, that will back your load down for a little while. If you have to, stop and just listen for a minute. You ARE going to wait for me."

He realizes he is squirming on the bed slightly, her words making the sensations so vivid. The suggestion in her words is so powerful he does faintly taste her pussy on his finger. Her perfume, her essence on the stockings stays with him. 

He turns the recorder off for a minute while he gets a drink. It has been a while since they were able to coordinate their schedules. Even the times they had made plans had been interrupted by weather delays and cancelled flights. He misses her and it surprises him that in just a few short minutes she has brought him to such a sexual frenzy. 

Clicking on the recorder again, he lays back down on the bed. 

"I think it's time for a change of scenery," she says. I'm climbing up on the bed now.  I'm swinging my leg over you, and straddling your hips with my ass facing you. I'm bending over and resting on all fours. Look at me, look at my ass. Do you see my womanhood? It's all there; open for you to see and to do with as you please. It belongs to you." 

"The lace band at the hem on the chemise wraps around my hips, keeping it in place. The garters run across the middle of my ass cheeks, holding those silky smooth stockings. See the seams running down the back of my legs? They frame perfectly what should be the center of your world right now. See how pretty I am? See my sex, and how it wants you?" 

He easily remembers times before when she has given him just this view. It is not difficult for him to picture looking at her freshly waxed pussy. The lovely puckered little flower of her ass sitting above it framed by those black garters and stockings against her pale skin is so inviting. He loves the way she wears everything he buys for her, with such confidence and grace. She is such a sexy woman. 

He remembers the way her dark hair flows around her face and over her shoulders. She usually leaves her hair down for him because he likes to put his face in it to smell the fragrance of her shampoo. He likes to run his fingers through it while they talk, and especially when they fuck. Her hair is always so shiny and soft, full of body. It is actually about the same length and color as it was the very first time they met, so many years ago. His mind drifts to the first time they fucked. Her long locks swung back and forth in time with the her body's motion, as she sat on top of him with his cock buried deep inside. That vision would remain with him to the end of his days, how beautiful she had looked while taking his virginity, framed in the pale moonlight. He had jacked off to that image plenty of times since back when.

"I am lying on those satin sheets you like," she says. "They feel so cool to my hot skin. I'm teasing my ass with my left hand, gently swirling my index finger around the opening. I know you love to tease it. The middle fingers of my right hand are pushing deep down into my pussy, stroking in and out. It is so warm and wet for you. The chemise's cups are pulled down under my breasts, the girls are propped up on top. They are in the perfect position for your mouth to find them. My nipples are so hard, how I wish you were here right now to suck on them!" 

"I think it is so hot the way you lick up my breast till you get to the nipple and pull it into your mouth. An electric current runs all the way down my body when you suck on my nipples. It is wonderful when you suck the entire areola into your mouth, and when you lightly bite the nipple. I love watching you do that to me. I love it when you look up at me with my tit in your mouth, holding me with your eyes while your mouth does its magic. My God you are so sexy!"

"I'm caressing my breasts with both hands, holding them like you do, then squeezing the nipples, and pinching them slightly as I roll them between my fingers. I have your cologne on the pillows so I can smell you. My eyes are closed, imagining that it is you that is touching me. I know by now you are REALLY wishing I was there with you."

His right hand strokes his hard shaft. He can't help himself, how he wishes she was here to do it for him. What he wouldn't give to have her luscious lips wrapped around his cock right now! He adds more lubricant, but tries to take it slow for a bit. He does want this to last a bit longer. 

There is a slight pause in the recording, "I thought I might need a little help, since you aren't here. I went and got my favorite vibrator. It's not as good as your cock, but it does in a pinch! I'm running it over my labia, and then lingering over my clit. Oh yeah, that feels good. Are you pumping away on that cock of yours? I bet you're getting pretty worked up by now, but wait for me baby," she whispers.

She has read his mind as usual; his hand had been moving up and down faster, trying to bring the white liquid forth. He feels the warmth spreading from the base of his shaft, and knows it isn't going to be long if he continues this pace. Not wanting to pop off prematurely, he stops. Grabbing the base of his cock, he squeezes, and holds until he feels the rush subsiding. 

She continues, "This fake cock feels so good inside me, but it doesn't fill me up like you do. I love it when you are ramming your dick into me. You feel so good, pumping inside me.  Uhhh! Fuck, I wish you were here. I need you so much," she says. Her frustration is evident in her voice.

He hears a faint buzz in the recording. She says, "I turned the vibrator up, I know you can probably hear it. I'm pushing it in and out, moving it across my clit as I stroke with it."

His right hand is sliding up and down his wet cock. At the top of each stroke, he gives the head a little twist, something he had picked up from the intense hand jobs she had given to him. His left hand is encased in one of her stockings, and is cupping his ball sac. The other stocking is draped across his face, so he can feel its smoothness and smell her while jacking himself off. The growing warmth has returned at the base of his manhood. He's pretty certain he won't be able to stop this time, so he hopes she is going to let him finish himself.

"How do you want to cum? Do you want to shoot your load on my tits? Do you want to fill my pussy to overflowing with your cum? Do you want to blast my tonsils, and then have me swallow every last drop? However you want to do it, just see me in your mind and give it to me" she says from the recording. 

He can picture her lying on the bed beside him, on her side with her knees slightly bent, propped up on one elbow with her fingers twisting her hair like she usually does. Her tits are just begging for his touch; seeming to ask him "How do you want it, baby?" She is always so anxious to please him, especially in bed, or on the sofa, or on the beach. Wherever he wanted to take her she was always quite accommodating.

"I won't last long now, so turn up the heat," he hears her command. "Pound that shaft like I would, up and down. Slam it baby, come on! Ahhha, yes. Rock with me, it's so good. Push it! Push it harder! Arch your back, come on baby! Ahhhh, yes! Ooo, don't stop now. You must be wanting to cum now. Keep stroking, all the way up and down! Keep it up, a little more, I'm almost there. I so wish you were here so you could stick that engorged piece of wood in me!"

"Oh God, I'm cumming. Cum with me baby, cum for me, RIGHT NOW!"

His cock is cumming, and he will not stop it this time. A couple of drops escape from the tip. He feels the mass of the first shot moving up from his balls, and can actually feel it moving up his cock to the tip. Then the first jet fires up and out. The drops hit his belly below his nipples. The second jet, always stronger than the first, fires out and hits the headboard behind him. 

"AHHHH! Uhmmm. Wow. Did you come yet baby?" she asks.

The third blast hits just below his chin, and is followed by 3 smaller jets. As the spasms subside, his shaft jerks involuntarily, bringing the last few drops of seed to the tip. It seems like he has released gallons of cum. Her recording, coupled with the buildup caused by the trip itself, has given him quite a load. The warm wet fluid runs down over his right hand, and flows over the nylon bunched around his balls. God, I wish she was here to lick all this up, he thinks. I'd love to see her face down there, tongue out, eagerly taking up his tribute to her charms.

She is still breathing hard. He knows she came, and he can tell she is still convulsing from the O she just experienced, by the sound of her jagged breathing.

An incredible rush of calmness spreads over him, the familiar post fuck euphoria. His eyes close and chances are he'll nod off before long. The intense orgasm plus jetlag is already fogging his mind.

"I hope that was good for you, lover. I certainly enjoyed it. Hurry back, I really do want to feel your cock inside of me. Bye now."

He wondered if he should return the favor of a recording for her. Maybe. Just as he starts to slip under, he wonders if he bolted the door. Wouldn't do to have the maid come in and find him passed out on the bed like this!

*

Auth Note -- I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read. 



Interlude



"I can't wait to be inside of you," he announced with considerable conviction as he took a hold of her panties with his hand and briefly readjusted them both so he could pull them down the length of her long legs.

"Please..." Sheresh gasped as she lifted her hip slightly in silent invitation.

Lorik knew what she was asking for and the thought of abandoning his current efforts to slide himself into her welcoming warmth was almost more than he could resist. The sight of her body, the smell of her, the sound of her pleasure had all conspired to give him one of the hardest erections he could recall off-hand - a part of Lorik wanted nothing more than to flip her onto her stomach and ride her hard from behind until they both collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

"No," he said firmly, almost more to himself than to her.

The authoritative note in his voice had a curious effect on her. For a second before he spoke, Lorik half-expected Sheresh to make the decision to move to the next level with or without his opinion...but then he made up his mind and she melted into the mattress with something like a purr. The storm trooper paused, momentarily confused, as his partner slowly rolled her head back with a quiet little murmur and exposed the whole length of her gorgeous body to his view.

It was something like a Togruta's display of submission - open throat, open belly. Sheresh reached up and tangled her fingers into her hair, furthering the sense of complete submission. Lorik finished pulling her panties off and they fell, completely forgotten. He could only marvel at this wild Mandalorian woman lowering all of her defenses in the wake of his rare proclamation of authority.

Lorik almost questioned it - but then realized he'd be a total fool for doing so. Instead, he steadied himself against her hip, his fingers splayed across her back, and ran his free hand up her left leg, from ankle to thigh. He paused for a moment, at her thigh, but then he drifted his fingers lightly across her perfectly trimmed lips. One finger, then two, slipped between her labia and he spread her open - her flushed, swollen intimacies were now brazenly bared to his gaze.

"Lorik..." Sheresh moaned and shifted restlessly against his hands; her hips rocked forward and her display of submissiveness wavered in the face of her greater need.

The time for words had passed - Lorik had better things to do with his tongue than talk, in any event. Without any further prompting from his lover, he bent his head and tasted her fully for the first time.

He moaned his own appreciation and approval into the luring softness between her legs. She tasted like spice and honey - earthy and musky and all woman. His broad tongue lapped lazily for a few strokes - just enough to work her into a slow and torturous spiral of desire. Then his fingers searched a little more, spread her open upon just a little further, and his tongue began its heated search for that little bead of pleasure nestled so carefully within her folds.

Lorik flicked his tongue just once against her clit, and thought Sheresh would break his nose as she arched her back and squealed. He continued his pursuit, undeterred and suddenly the quiet air around them was filled with a litany of barely articulated curses and pleas. As he became used to the wiggling rhythm of her hips and as he became more certain of his tongue's pace between her legs, he slid his fingers slowly down until he could thrust them both inside of her.

At that point, he had to pull his other arm out from under her and throw it across her stomach to steady her. Sheresh's hands suddenly tangled them into his hair and before Lorik quite realized what was going on, she was holding him between her legs and practically riding his face. Not that he minded in the slightest - his tongue and fingers kept up their synchronized rhythm and Sheresh's cries grew louder and huskier. Her body began to tense underneath him and her clit grew harder in response to his calculated ministrations.

She was tight around his fingers and Lorik could feel a slight burn in his bicep. His fingers thrust in and out of her at a quicker pace than he had originally intended, but at this point, he didn't care if he drew out her pleasure or not. Any higher-order thoughts were quickly falling pray to baser instincts, fed by the taste of her body and the smell of her arousal. Lorik had closed his eyes at first while licking her, but he opened them as he began to feel the delicate muscles inside of her begin to shake around his fingers.

Her head was thrown back and all he could see was the erratic rise-and-fall of her breasts and the nearly-red flush of her exposed throat. Her nipples were perfectly puckered points and it seemed Sheresh had completely lost the ability to form coherent words. She was practically crying with the need building steadily up inside of her and Lorik decided it was time to hasten the inevitable.

He wanted to feel the rush of her arousal moisten his fingers; he wanted to taste her as she came against his tongue. Hers was a new body, an unexplored territory up to this point, but Lorik had always loved pleasuring his partners in this manner and he felt he had a fair idea of how to make a female come when he was ready.

His licking, coaxing, tasting tongue curled around her clit and he pursed his lips quickly to suckle her into his mouth. Sheresh's scream of release practically echoed through the suite and she began to buck wildly against Lorik's chest and chin. A lesser man might have pulled away at that moment, but Lorik kept thrusting his fingers roughly into her, riding out the fury of her pleasure with a continuation of his own. He loved the feel of her body spasming hard against his hand; he loved the taste that flooded his tongue and drenched his lips. He didn't suck her again and his tongue grew softer against her, but he kept licking until she mewled and pushed weakly against his shoulders with shaking hands.

"Delicious," he announced as he pulled his fingers out of her and lifted himself up to hover above her on his elbows.

Lorik watched as her eyes opened languorously; her hazel eyes had darkened considerably with pleasure and desire. Her ample chest rose and fell heavily as she struggled to catch her breath. He made sure she was watching him as he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.

"Force, Lorik..." her eyes fluttered heavily in response to his sensuous display. "Please..."

"'Please' what?" he asked roughly, his voice suddenly hoarse as he watched the whole length of her body flush completely red.

She looked like a true, full-blooded Zeltron now and Lorik realized that this was how he'd know that his woman was ready to be taken - and taken hard. He could practically taste the heady mix of pheromones in the air between them - he licked his lips and tasted her for a third time.

He growled and grabbed her hips. She did crazy things to him, wild things. Things even the most uninhibited Twi'lek had never been able to inspire in him. She made him feel strong, powerful, dominant. Lorik didn't even think twice as he scrambled off of the bed and flipped her roughly over onto her stomach. Sheresh's squeal turned into a half-screamed gasp, as he pulled her hips right up against his. She was still tight from her orgasm and Lorik thought he'd come himself, as he pushed himself firmly into her nearly boneless body.

"Is this what you wanted?" he gasped, his words ragged as he pulled out nearly to the tip and then shoved himself back into her with a sharp push forward.

"Oh Force, yes," Sheresh's moaned confession was muffled by the rumpled bedsheets as she buried her face into the mattress below her.

"Good," Lorik grunted through gritted teeth - his pace was uncharacteristically brutal, but Sheresh didn't seem to mind in the slightest, as she pushed herself eagerly back onto him every time he pulled out. "'Cuz I've wanted this since that first night...nnnngh...on Shili..."

He thought about grabbing her hair and pulling her face up out of the sheets, but she was loud enough that Lorik figured it didn't matter. She keened, and squealed, and whimpered, and screamed, as their bodies slapped together at a rough pace. Lorik's hands roved restlessly over the curve of her sweet little cheeks, her back - he slipped his hands around her ribs and fondled her heavily swinging breasts. He toyed with her still-sensitive clit and listened to her beg for another quick release.

She was shamelessly begging for more, harder, faster. Lorik didn't think he'd ever heard anything more erotic than her breathless supplications, which were strung together with a litany of muffled curses in her native tongue. Her back arched high as she pushed herself against him with each firm thrust of his hips and Lorik was momentarily distracted by the sight of him pounding roughly in and out of her.

He stopped playing with her between her legs and slowed down his pace to enjoy the view for a few paces - and to catch his breath. He slid slowly out of her and then enjoyed the sight of himself slipping smoothly back into her soft folds. His skin was pale against her coral curves; Lorik enjoyed the contrast of skin tones as much as he liked the sight of their bodies straining against each other. He laid a hand against one of the round curves of her cheeks and enjoyed the way her skin seemed to flush a deeper color in comparison to his light tan.

On a total whim, he smiled briefly to himself, lifted his hand, and brought it down playfully against her cheek. Sheresh's reaction was more than he was expecting -

She arched her back high and keened loudly in a pitch he hadn't yet heard. Surprise and pain mingled together and drew the tone of her cry out into a low moan. The fiery-haired Mandalorian curled her back up like a cat and pushed her hips with surprising forcefulness against his groin. Lorik moaned himself at the feel of her, at the rush of warmth that greeted his impromptu slap.

"Osik, Lorik," Sheresh groaned as she wiggled her hips suggestively; her request was unspoken, but Lorik filled in the blanks.

"More?" he brought his hand down again and received another, similar response.

He watched in deep appreciation as her cheek flushed a deeper red, outlining his hand faintly in paler shades of pink. This sort of play wasn't exactly his cup of caf, but he could get used to it real quick, if it made his woman wild.

"It feels so good," Sheresh practically sobbed into the sheets that she had twisted around her hands and had pulled up underneath her chest.

Lorik glanced at the bed as a whole - they had definitely done a very thorough job of wreaking havoc on its previous array. And he hadn't even come yet. He grinned impishly to himself and brought his other hand down on her opposite cheek. This time, Sheresh arched her back, rocked back her hips, and tightened herself reflexively against him as she pushed back. Lorik gritted his teeth in response and grabbed a hold of her in earnest - one hand held the curve of her waist, the other tangled itself in her long red hair.

Her muscles spasmed lightly against him and the storm trooper groaned in primal appreciation. She was so wet that both their thighs were covered and the smell of sex was so thick that Lorik could practically taste it. Of course, it was probably still Sheresh herself that he was tasting on his tongue...

The memory of her release made Lorik loose the rest of his lingering inhibitions. He pulled back sharply on Sheresh's hair, so that her cries could no longer be muffled by mattress and pounded into her with all the force that he could muster. Everything in his world narrowed down to Sheresh - to her slick heat, to her screams of pleasure, to the feel of her body wrapping completely around him. He could feel his own body harden and tighten in response to hers and all of existence was, for just a few scarce minutes, a complete jumble of sound, smell, feel, taste, and sight.

One...two...three...

"Sheresh!" Lorik shouted so impulsively that his voice nearly broke with the force of his release.

He rocked forward, nearly onto his toes, and his whole body quivered in taunt suspension as he emptied himself inside of her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him and he was almost too taken by the utter satiation of his own desire to hear Sheresh's own whimpering moans of desire. He rocked himself briefly - once, twice - and savored the exquisite sensation of her body shaking against his.

Then, his knees gave out and Lorik slumped forward. The only thing that saved him from flattening Sheresh against the bed, was his arm, which he threw out at the last minute to keep himself from utter collapse. He panted heavily for several aching minutes as he tried to catch his breath - he tried, but couldn't recall a time when he'd made love more fiercely to a woman. She made him wild, this flaming Rebel beauty - and Lorik was happily consumed in the wake of her passion.

"Fek, Sheresh," Lorik gasped heavily; his chest heaved and sweat dripped off of him onto her back.

He reached out a shaking hand to wipe away his perspiration, but Sheresh merely mewled and pushed herself up off of the bed. Her back pressed up against his back and Lorik trembled as he tried to find his footing. Somehow, he managed, and he stood up again as Sheresh sat up on the bed on her knees. Utterly spent, he slipped out of her warm body and Lorik felt as if a yawning separation suddenly appeared between them. He reached for her...and she reached behind her for him...

And they kissed, softly, as her arms tangled over her head around his neck and as his hands slipped gently across the soft curve of her stomach. As his fingers drifted over her navel, Lorik had a fleeing - and belated - thought that maybe they should have used protection of some sort. But then Sheresh's tongue touched his and all rational thought left Lorik at the taste of her sweet little mouth.

A few minutes later, Lorik found the strength to crawl up on the bed and collapse against the pillows. Sheresh settled down beside him and for several more minutes, there was just silence, as she ran her fingers through the hair on his chest and lazily kissed the side of his throat. He just tangled his fingers in her hair and held her, one arm curled around her shoulder, the other underneath the pillow supporting his head.

Lorik felt wrung dry, every particle of his being satisfied by the evening's outcome. His eyes drifted shut and he would have slipped off to sleep with Sheresh in his arms...except that his woman had other plans in mind, apparently. In retrospect, the storm trooper would never quite be sure how she managed to wiggle from his arms without him noticing - perhaps he had fallen asleep for a few moments, after all - but the next thing he knew, there was a hot, familiar mouth wrapping around him for a second time.

She was gentle - achingly so - but Lorik was still sensitive and he gasped at the contact. His eyes flew open and he jerked a bit, startling her.

"I don't think you're going to get much out of me, sweetheart," he managed to gasp out, as he looked down the length of his exhausted body at the minx stretched languorously between his legs.

The look Sheresh gave him could only have been classified as wicked. She seemed to think better of it after a moment, though, and her lips curled into a seductive little pout.

Lorik could only groan.

"I figured it was only polite that I clean you off," a smile danced roguishly along the corners of her lips.

Lorik's only response was to swallow - and to swallow hard.

Her smile turned sinful and Sheresh fluttered her lashes at him before bending her head down to finish what she had started. She kissed his tip, her tongue and lips gentle - so very, very gentle.

"Besides...I'm not done with you yet," she announced with sultry conviction, before running her tongue teasingly across his pair.

Lorik could only stare up at the ceiling and moan. He really wasn't in a position or a state of mind to tell her "no"...and a part of him was curious to see if she was really as good as she was subtly claiming.

An hour later, he lay willingly between her strong thighs, as her breasts bounced heavily above him. Lorik had both hands behind his head as he enjoyed both the view and the fantastic sensations of her body as she rode him with reckless abandon.

Oh, yeah. She was that good. He should have figured...



Interlude



Justine did not know when she had fallen asleep, but she did know it was after incredible sex. Sex with Lulu was always incredible. And waking up with Lulu cuddled next to her? That made her smile. 

Justine watched Lulu breathe for a few minutes. She smelled of Dior Addict, champagne and afterglow. Justine gently kissed Lulu on the cheek, hearing her moan softly, then crawled out of the huge bed. Walking on stockinged feet as quietly as she could in the dim light, she picked up a glass and filling it with some of the remaining champagne. She didn't know what it was, but it was the best she'd ever had and knowing Lulu, it cost a fortune.

Hotels are sterile places, rarely having personalities of their own. And this suite was no different. Except for it being indecently expensive, and that for this night it was the only place Justine wanted to be. She walked toward the bathroom, stopping in front of the full-length mirror by the door.

Justine smiled and posed in the mirror, watching the reflected woman smile back. She knew how much work had gone into how she looked, and never regretted it. Justine's hair was below her shoulders, reddish auburn. Her breasts were full and firm; she wanted perfect breasts, and she got them. A black satin corset held her firmly, like a great erotic hug. The black garters were attached to sheer stockings. 

Justine had lost her bra and panties sometime during the tryst. It wasn't unusual for items of clothing to end up all over the room when she and Lulu were making love. But the corset and stockings stayed on; Lulu thought they were hot, and Justine felt sexy wearing them. And standing there, looking at herself and thinking about it made her feel sexy again. 

"Hi, baby," said Lulu as she stood behind Justine. "Can I have a sip of that?" she asked. Justine turned around, placed the glass to Lulu's lips and tilted it so she could have a sip. Justine took a sip herself, then poured the rest of the champagne onto Lulu's chest. Lulu gasped, then laughed as the champagne ran down her naked body. Justine smiled wickedly, put the glass on a nearby counter and licked the wine from between Lulu's voluptuous breasts. 

"Bitch," said Lulu, smiling. Lulu crouched slightly, gently biting one of Justine's nipples and pulling back just enough to make her moan. Letting go, Lulu said "Didn't you have enough?" 

There are men who would have given anything to have one night with Lulu. The hottest burlesque performer in the world? She was booked for shows a year out. And she enjoyed the perks that came with success and fame. Staying in suites in great hotels, shopping at the most famous stores in the world, being treated like royalty-and having her clients pay for it all.

And when Lulu was in town, she called Justine. They met when another performer gave Justine's corsets a glowing review. She and Lulu had similar tastes in corsets, among other things. 

"I never have enough of you, baby" Justine said, leaning forward to kiss Lulu. Lulu smiled and even blushed a little. She ran a finger down Justine's chest, over the corset. She then touched Justine's inner thigh, brushing a hand across her crotch. Justine's cock was soft, like velvet, but it was becoming aroused. Lulu wrapped her hand around it, placing the thumb over the head. She gently stroked Justine's cock, which brought a flush to her. 

"Oh, yes baby," Justine moaned. Lulu kissed Justine, their tongues intertwined. They pressed their bodies together, breathing raggedly. Justine leaned back against the wall, holding Lulu as she felt herself coming closer to orgasm. At the last second, Lulu picked up the wine glass and held it over Justine's cock. 

Justine's warm, sticky cum flowed into the glass; she was surprised after their lovemaking that anything was left. Lulu made sure she caught every last drop. When she was done, she poured the last of the champagne into the glass, swirling it around and then drinking it, slowly. Lulu didn't rush, and looked like she was drinking the most exquisite thing ever. Licking her lips, she kissed Justine.

"Nice breakfast, lover." Lulu looked at Justine. She was a little shorter than Justine, with skin that nearly glowed, it was so pale. Her platinum blond hair, shoulder-length and even now perfect. "So, I don't need to leave until noon-ish, you staying around?"

Justine shook her head. "I can't; some of us have shops to run and orders that need to be done. Like the new orders some bitch gave me last night." She laughed and gave Lulu a quick kiss. Justine knew what was going to happen next.

"You know, you could come with that bitch on tour and be her personal corsetiere and concubine." Lulu crossed her arms; she was used to getting her way. "And you know I can't, baby," replied Justine. "You'll be so busy, and you already have a concubine." 

Justine pointed to the young woman curled up on the bed, naked, sucking her thumb. She was Lulu's latest assistant, a petite blond with a firm body. And an appetite for sex nearly as great as Lulu's. "Peach," replied Lulu, "is not you."

"Her name's not Peach-you call all your assistants 'Peach'." Justine replied. "Why remember a name when she'll be gone by the end of the tour," Lulu replied. It was true-assistants didn't last long, and their tell-all stories in the press just added to her mystique.

Justine unfastened the clips on her garters so she could take her stockings off. She began to reach behind her back to loosen the ties on her corset, but Lulu did it for her. Justine took the corset off, then the stockings. She found her bra and panties, black wisps of silk that she also sold at her shop. Lulu fastened Justine's bra strap, hugging her from the back. 

"Don't be cross with me, okay?" asked Lulu. "I'm not," replied Justine. She wasn't. She knew that Lulu did care for her. Maybe she loved her. But she needed to be the star. Justine could get moments of bliss with her, but anything longer, more permanent? That was not going to happen . . .

Lulu put on a bathrobe that was far too big for her-she looked like a child. Justine dressed in a pair of black slacks and top, and slipped into the high heeled pumps she'd worn last night. "I called for the car; whenever you're ready it'll be downstairs." Lulu said.

"You didn't need to do that, but thanks. When are you leaving for Europe?" 

Lulu replied, "Tuesday morning. We'll fly into London first. Why not meet me in Paris?" 

"Maybe." Justine smiled; a few days in Paris would be nice. She'd have to check her calender. "I should have some things ready for you to try I can bring with me."

"Turn a fun trip into business-spoilsport!" Lulu laughed, then gave her a kiss. Justine kissed her back, sighing. "Call me when you get to New York?"

"Sure, baby," said Lulu. 

Justine picked up her purse and bag, and walked to the door with Lulu. They didn't say anything else; this was how they always parted. Justine took the elevator to the lobby, and saw Lulu's driver waiting for her. He took her bag and walked her to the car. Justine took a pair of Prada sunglasses out of her purse and put them on. She smiled to herself-Lulu was always losing them, and they looked better on her than they did on Lulu. Justine got into the car, and rode off into the sunrise.



Interlude 19-77



Nineteen

It had been 6 weeks since their weekend on the beach. Work schedules, combined with a recognized need to be apart for a little while to recharge the excitement in their encounters, conspired to keep them apart.

It's Friday morning, just another day. She is looking forward to the weekend away from the office bullshit. She was hoping to see him, or hear from him, this weekend. A girl can only satisfy herself with her good friend Willy for so long before she needs the real thing. However, so far she hasn't heard from him.

Coming back to her desk after her 10 o'clock break, she finds a Global Express package sitting on it. She isn't expecting anything. Her heart quickens a bit, hoping it is from him, and not some asshole customer.

A check of the address confirms it is from him. Or at least she guesses it is, since it is actually sent from one of the high end lingerie stores she frequents. She slices open the envelope, and extracts the note inside:

"Since you have not contacted me for a while, I can only guess that you are engrossed in those '39 Hues of Green' novels you were raving about. I read the first one. Or rather, I tried to read it. I found it kind of boring, to be honest. Too much lovie-dovie for me, and not enough of the good stuff. I guess I can see why it appeals so much to women, though. No matter how liberated you are, deep down you want to be controlled by a man. Am I right?"

"Well, let's see if that's actually the case. If you want to agree to 'the contract', you will get your hair done tomorrow. Do something different with it; I will let you know if I approve of it when I see you. Have your feet and hands done as well, I know you enjoy your footgasms. Go to the place that does the intimate waxing. You are to get a full Brazilian. I want your pussy as smooth as a baby's butt."

"A card key is also in this envelope. There is an address and suite number on it. Go to this place tomorrow at 8:00pm. You can go straight to the room, we are already checked in. Do not open this box until you get into the room. You will find additional instructions waiting for you there."

"Expect to stay the evening, and bring whatever overnight trinkets you need. Don't bother with clothing, except for something to wear home on Sunday."

"By doing this, you are agreeing to 'the contract', and agree to follow my instructions without question (at least for the entirety of this weekend). You will do whatever I ask of you, no matter what it entails, understand?"

She lays the note down onto the desk, and tries to catch her breath. He pegged her completely, as usual. She had read the trilogy of books, not once but twice. The words had excited her. Although he was definitely a man's man, and had always treated her well, she wallowed in the book's fantasy of a female being completely controlled. 

There was no way she was going to pass this up. The rest of Friday crawled by, as she kept wondering what was in the box, and what he had in store for her.

At precisely 8:00pm Saturday evening, she slips the key card into the lock, and the door opens. She could have been early, or late, but didn't want to start things out wrong. Whether he was in the room already or not, she knew he would know if she wasn't there at the specified time.

The locale for their meeting this time was a bit different. It was an executive suite setup, one where corporate bigwigs came in to stay for extended periods of time. It had the amenities of a 4 star hotel, but the layout and feel of an expensive town home. After stepping in, she looks around. The entryway opens into a luxurious living area, with a huge leather sofa/recliner combination facing a huge flat screen on one wall, and a matching love seat facing a richly adorned fireplace.

There is a bar, dividing the living area and the kitchen. She sees on it a couple of bottles and a pair of glasses. She leaves her small bag at the entry way. As the door closes itself, she walks to the bottles. Yes, they are 'her' blackberry wine. A note is leaning against one of the bottles, with her name written on it in his hand writing. She had hoped for one, to get more of his instructions for the evening.

After slicing it open with her nail, she removes the paper from inside the envelope.

"I presume it is about 8:03pm. If not, remind me that you need some extra punishment for disobeying me (smile)."

"By coming here, you are agreeing to be mine, completely, until sunrise. Anything I wish, you will do. Anything I ask, you will answer 'yes'. Anyway I wish to use your body; you will comply, with enthusiasm, and do your best to satisfy me."

"Go ahead and start the fire. It is temperature controlled, so don't worry about getting hot – at least not due to the air temperature. Turn off all the other lights in the living area."

"The bathing facilities here are wonderful. You will go and use them now. You may stay in there as long as you wish, but you are not to pleasure yourself. You will clean yourself completely. Remember, you do not know how I will use you, so be prepared for anything. Get rid of the work week, and enjoy the comfort."

"When you have finished, and only then, open the box. You will recognize what is inside. Put on what is appropriate. Some of the garments may be a little more 'restrictive' than you are used to, so take a little extra time and effort to get them on correctly."

"Remember – you are not to pleasure yourself. No touching of your naughty bits for any reason other than cleaning, got it? I will control the pleasure, or pain, that you will feel tonight."

As she lays down the note, her mind is wrapped around his written words. He seems so much more demanding than normal, but isn't that what she was fantasizing about? As she considers the instructions, there is no question in her mind whether she will obey or not. There is simply no way she is going to risk fucking up this experience by not cooperating. After all, she has been wrapped in 39 Hues of Green from a literary sense, why not in an actual sense as well? Besides, she knows him well enough to trust that he will not cross a line that would upset or hurt her.

She cheats just a little, and pours herself a glass. It is gone in three gulps. She retrieves her overnight bag, and moves into the bedroom area. The king sized bed is beautiful, and the very high end hotel model that makes you feel like you've melted into it when you lay down. The overnight bag finds its way onto the top of the chest. Pulling out the package, she places it on the bed, and then pulls out her 'essentials'.

Walking into the bathroom, her breath is taken. The shower is like nothing she has ever seen. It is a large walk in area, tiled floor to ceiling in dark blue. Quickly, she drops out of her work clothes, grabs a few items from her kit, and opens the glass shower door. Stepping in, she notices what appears to be a computer control panel built into the wall. The keys are normal computer icons. She presses the 'ON' button, and the LCD screen comes to life. A 30 second intro video is displayed. It seems simple enough. She pushes the screen a few times to select the options she wishes.

There is a 'chair' in the center of the shower. She sits in it. It is cushioned, and a comfortable temperature. Her right index finger finds the buttons mounted on the side of the chair, and pushes START. 

Ten shower heads pop out of the wall and ceiling, and water starts misting out of them. She is surprised that the water is warm immediately. The technician in her deduces that there must be a hot water tank located right here, to provide the heated liquid on demand. 

A gentle, warm rain comes down on her. Leaning back, she thinks to herself that it would be very easy to get used to this. 

After several minutes of enjoying the relaxing mist, she toggles another control. A harder, invigorating spray comes forth from each of the heads. The pulsing friction against her skin is delightful. All of the bullshit from the work week just melts away, disappearing down the drains. 

Forcing herself to rise up, she goes through the exercise of washing from head to toe. A new razor glides over her legs and underarms, removing any unwanted roughness. She skips over her pubic area, since the wax treatment she had gotten earlier in the day had completely removed any hint of hair.

Finishing her cleansing, she sits back down. Her index finger finds the control buttons again. Warm rain starts cascading down on her. Leaning back, she relaxes under the warm drizzle. After a couple of minutes, she realizes that she better get her ass in gear. Although he had not given her a schedule, wasting any more time in the water might get her in trouble.

Drying her hair and applying the appropriate makeup is done in record time. She has chosen what her friend Sara called the 'sophisticated slut' look. Dark eye shadow, upswept at the corners, and a heavy dose of hooker red lipstick to match her finger and toe nails. She does not know what a submissive hairstyle might be, but chooses to put it up into a conservative looking bun.

After taking a few glimpses in the full length mirror to double check her efforts, she returns to the bedroom. Heart beating a bit faster, she pops opens the package. She is both excited and apprehensive to find out what he has chosen for her to wear for the evening, and what else might be inside.

Looking into the open box, she sees black cloth, and another envelope. Knowing he would expect her to read first, she pulls it out and opens it up:

"Good. You should now be ready for your evening. Put on the pieces that are enclosed in this box, including the shoes. As I mentioned before, you might find them a bit more restrictive than you are used to. Be sure to get them on correctly, and that everything is lined up just right. You will find two extra stockings. Tuck them into your cleavage."

"Take the other items and place them on the coffee table in front of the fire place."

"Pour yourself another glass of wine (I know you've cheated and already had one!), and drink it down quickly. I want you to feel a buzz. If you need to, drink another glass."

"Then, sit on the coffee table, facing the loveseat. Take one of the stockings from between your breasts, fashion a blindfold out of it, and cover your eyes. Tie it well; we do not want it to come loose. Adjust it so that you cannot see, and don't cheat. I will know if you do, and your punishment will be adjusted accordingly."

"You are to sit on the edge of the coffee table like a nice, respectable slut. You will remain there until I arrive and tell you to do otherwise."

"Remember, for the evening, you are not allowed to say No. Your responses to me are to be 'Yes, Sir', or 'May I' if you have a question."

"While you are sitting there, consider what I might do to you later. I might just watch you. I might use your mouth.  I might use your pussy. I might bend you over and take your ass. I might make you get yourself off while I watch. I might jerk off onto you and not let you touch me or yourself at all." 

Her hands tremble as she puts the note down onto the bed. She can feel herself beginning to get wet in anticipation, and her nipples are starting to stiffen already. It was amazing how just a few words from him could turn her into a quivering mass of sexual desire.

She turns the package on end, and the contents drop out onto the bed. Picking through the garments, she separates them. Sure enough, there are two pair of very smooth stockings, black, and back seamed. They are old fashioned ones, with the reinforced toes and Cuban styled heels. 

She picks up the bra. It is a black shelf type. It looks like the half cups will allow her nipples to peek out over the tops of the material. The cup material is sheer, and the underwires are significant. It will not be comfortable to wear, she is certain. 

The other piece of her ensemble is a black open bottomed girdle. She looks at the tag. The size is the right one. From experience, she knows that it is going to be a bitch to get on, and not that comfortable. Six metal clasp garters will keep the stockings in place.

First on is the girdle. It takes quite a bit of wiggling to get it up her thighs and over her hips. To say it was an effective shaping garment would be an understatement! The stockings follow. The smooth material feels so good to both her legs and hands as she rolls them up the length of her calves and thighs. Their length is perfect, topping out 3 inches below her pussy. Fastening the garters comes next. The front right one is first, followed by the front left. Doing it in this order keeps them from sliding down as she fastens the other garters.

As usual, the back garters are the bitches. The fact that the girdle is an expensive one, with high quality loops and hooks, helps. However, it still takes a couple of tries to get them hooked just right.

Cheating a bit with the bra, her hands fasten the hooks while it is around her chest backwards, and then slides it around until the cups are underneath her girls. Arms go through the straps, which then find their way onto the tops of her shoulders. She cups her left breast in her right hand, and adjusts it within the half cup of material that will not quite contain it. Repeating with the right breast, her girls settle into their correct positions.

She drops the heels onto the floor, and steps into the right one. Sliding her foot into it, she then picks up her foot and rests it on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, her fingers fasten the strap around her ankle. After putting her foot back down, she repeats the process with the left foot. 

Now wearing all of her bed dress, she moves over in front of the full length mirror. She checks her front first, making sure her nipples are peeking up and over the bra, and are even. Looking down, she marvels at his attention to detail. The garter straps had been pre-adjusted, so that the stockings were in that perfect place, and the bottom edge of the girdle just barely concealed her womanhood when she was standing upright. Gorgeous, she thinks as she smiles to herself.

Spinning around, she checks the back seams, and verifies they are straight. The bottom edge of the girdle is positioned so that just the slightest hint of the bottom curve of her butt cheeks is visible. Convinced that everything is in order, she picks up the other items and walks back into the living area. 

After depositing the items on the table, the glass of wine he mandated goes down quickly. Then, a second glass. It tastes delicious, but that is secondary. She wants the buzz, and wants the fortitude the alcohol will give her. Her knees are feeling just a bit weak at the moment, from the anticipation.

She takes a seat on the coffee table as he directed, facing the chair. The table is not soft, and surely will become uncomfortable if she remains in this position for very long. However, she agreed to do this, so she realizes that any discomfort is her own fault.

Reaching between her breasts, she removes one of the stockings, and then puts it into place as a blindfold. Surprisingly, she realizes she truly can't see anything through the material, even though it is so soft and smooth. She ties it in a knot, to make sure it doesn't come loose per his instructions. 

Then, the waiting begins.

Before he had come back into her life, she had enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie occasionally. It was a nice addition, a sexy touch used occasionally to spice up a good fuck session. His enthusiasm for attractive underwear, specifically when she was wearing it, had heightened her interest in it. Now, she truly looked forward to dressing up for bed. A good old naked romp in the sack was always good, but the way the naughty garments made her look and feel was incredible. Occasionally, when she was alone, she would dress as if he was there, and masturbate while thinking of him looking at her accented curves. Now and then, if she was feeling particularly adventurous, she would actually wear some of the garments under her work clothes. Admittedly, it made it difficult to sit across from her coworkers and customers without thinking of how they would respond if they knew what was underneath the formal business attire that was facing them. On the other hand, it helped to remind her of her own confident womanhood, and brought out in her a sense that she was a force to be reckoned with in her own right.

Given her affinity for the garments, and the sexual tension inside of her that was building as she prepared herself for him, it was no surprise that her womanhood was producing a liberal amount of lubricant. She was wet, very wet.

Sitting there, basically in the dark, dressed for a fuck, with his description of what he might do to her swimming in her mind, is deliciously frustrating. If he was here now and just touched her, anywhere, she was likely to orgasm. The warmth in her pussy is too much to bear. Her hands fold into her lap. She doesn't dare use them to get herself off, for he will certainly know. Shrewdly, she thinks, she starts contracting her thigh muscles, hoping her hands will hide the slight movements. Each contraction puts a slight friction on her clit. Rather than satisfy, it just serves to frustrate more. God, she would kill to have him fingering her right now. Or licking her pussy. Or stuffing his cock in her mouth. Or ... just about anything.

As she continues to sit impatiently, she feels the constraining garments bite into her skin a bit. Not actual pain, but uncomfortable. The upper edge of the girdle and the lower edge of the bra are a mere inch apart. Their tight grip on her is accented because of her sitting posture, and pinches the flesh between them. The rear garters are tightly stretched across her backside, and are surely going to leave indentions on her ass cheeks. Even the shoes keep themselves in her mind, as they bind her ankles into a slightly uncomfortable angle. All of this serves to remind her that she is here for his pleasure, and is completely under his control (at least for THIS evening).

She continues to sit there for what seems hours, but in reality it is just a few minutes. Suddenly, she senses a presence in front of her. She catches a whiff of the subtle scent he wears. What, how? She had not heard the door. Realization sets in. He's been here, watching her, all of this time. She starts to blurt out at him, but catches herself. A cross word, or any questioning from her might spoil this, and she can't let that happen.

She hears the crush of soft leather as he sits in the loveseat opposite from her. He has not said a word. He has not touched her. She dares not move. 

Three minutes pass. Her frustration is so high; she fears she will start to physically tremble. Suddenly, she hears him rise up out of the chair. She feels his legs touch hers, and force her knees apart. She feels him move closer to the edge of the table, closer to her. Her hands fall out of her lap and grasp the edge of the table. Her breathing is heavy, she is sure that he can hear the huskiness and soft moans escaping from deep within her.

He is close. She hears the zipper on his slacks come down. Please, please, she begs in silence. Please give me your cock, she shouts without sound. She hears him disrobe, can feel the air move with him as he removes all of his clothing.

Something is right in front of her face, she can sense it. Without a touch, she knows that his manhood is hovering right in front of her mouth. She is salivating, craving it, and desperately wanting to feel it slide inside of her.

"Kiss my cock," is the first thing she hears him say.

She needs no further incentive. Her lips part and she licks her lips without thinking about it. Her head moves forward. Even blind, she finds her target immediately. His cock is semi-hard, that wonderful state where it is fat and full, but not yet completely rigid. Her lips close on the mushroom head. Her tongue touches his skin. She opens wide and starts to engulf it. God, she wants it in her mouth.




Interlude 19-77



But, his hands close on her head and keep it in place. She is prevented from taking him inside.

"Not yet. I will tell you what you are to do, understand," he admonishes.

A loud groan escapes from her, followed by a meek "Yes, sir".

She feels him step back away from her, and then hears him settle back down into the chair. She wants so badly to jump up and onto him, to drive her pussy down onto his shaft, to somehow get some satisfaction. She knows better, however, and stays in place.

"You know I've been watching you, don't you?" he asks.

"Yes, sir" is the response.

"Good. So far, you have followed my instructions fairly well. You didn't think I'd miss you trying to get yourself off did you? Clenching your thighs was pretty clever, but surely you didn't think you'd get away with it, did you?"

Fuck, he saw me, she thinks to herself. 

"No, sir."

"No, you didn't think you'd get away with it? So, you deliberately disobeyed my instructions, knowing you'd get caught. Is that right?"

"No, sir. I mean ... I'm sorry, sir."

"What should I do about it? What do you think would be a suitable response from me?" he asks.

"You should punish me, sir."

"I think you're right. We'll just have to see what we can do to correct your attitude, little lady."

He continues, "Stand up and turn around slowly. I want to see if you put on these very expensive pieces of lingerie correctly."

She complies, and slowly shuffles a circle in place. Her hands are clasped in front of her pussy, trying to give as compliant portrayal of herself as possible.

"Very pretty. You did well, you even got the garters and seams just right. You are learning, I will give you that. Do you like what you are wearing?"

"Very much, sir, thank you for buying them for me."

"You are welcome, but remember, I bought them for myself. You are wearing them to please me, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir. I am sorry."

"Are you wet?" he asks.

"Oh yes, sir. Very much so."

"Show me," is his response.

Turning away from him, she bends over. Using her hands to brace herself on the table, she bends at the waist, keeping her legs straight. This causes the girdle to ride up her ass cheeks a bit, exposing her pussy. Her legs spread apart about a foot and a half.

Her stocking clad legs and ass cheeks frame the light coming from the fireplace. Even in the low flickering light it provides, he can see the glistening moisture on her bare lips. There is no doubt her sex is ready to be used.

"Good. Your pussy is very wet, I can see that. Wouldn't you like to have my finger touching your clit right now?" 

"Oh yes, sir. Please touch me," she begs.

"You'd like my tongue teasing your clit right now, wouldn't you? Maybe I could slide a finger or two in and out of you while I suck on your little love button?"

"Please, oh please," she whimpers.

"Most of all you'd like me to shove my cock up in there, wouldn't you? You'd love to feel my shaft sliding in and out between those wet lips, wouldn't you? My balls slapping against your upper thighs as I pound your sex would be pretty nice right now, wouldn't it?"

She can't form a worded answer, managing only a cross between a cry and a deep moan.

"Well, you can't have any of that. At least not now. You haven't earned it," his words frustrate and chastise her.

He continues "Stand up straight. Hand me that other stocking, the one that's stuffed between your tits."

She complies, slowly pulling the nylon from its hiding place.

"Put your hands out," he instructs her. She does so, crossing them in front of her womanhood. He takes the smooth nylon and begins to wrap it around her wrists. After a few moments, her hands are immobilized, bound together by the smooth fabric.

"There now, that's better. I think its time for our punishment, don't you agree," comes his question.

"Yes, sir. I've been very naughty, and I think you need to punish me. Please help me get my head on straight," she responds.

"Good. That's a good attitude. Maybe I won't be quite so strict with you. Now, move towards me. As you saw, this loveseat is wide, but you're still going to have to work a bit to get into the proper position."

With that, he grabs her bound wrists, and gently jerks her to the edge of the chair. He turns her to her right. His right hand reaches out and gently cups the bottom of her left ass cheek, which is peeking out from under the bottom edge of the girdle. The hand starts rubbing gently over her ass, gliding between her pale bare flesh and the black fabric constraining it. 

"Such a pretty ass you have, my dear. It's truly lovely how the girdle and garters frame your cheeks. Makes me want to just reach out and spank it. That'd be fun, wouldn't it? Would you like me to do that for you?" he asks.

"You remember what the loveseat I am sitting on looks lie, don't you? I want you to join me on it. Here, on my right, on your knees."

His hands guide her to his right side. Her knees find the soft cushion next to his right leg.

"Now, lean forward. Support yourself with your hands."

He pulls her hands to his left, forcing her to bend at the waist. As soon as her center of gravity moves, her hands, still bound, instinctively reach out and prop herself up. With a slight start, she realizes that he has put her across his knees.

"Lean down, rest on your elbows. Stick you ass up where I can see it."

Complying, her back arches down, hips pivot upward, and her ass is exposed for the world (or at least him) to see. Her head drops down between her elbows, bowed not in shame but in anticipation of what he would do next. A fleeting thought shoots through her head, silent thanks for having avoided her beloved Tex-Mex for the past couple of days. Being in this position, full of gas, would be a shitty situation indeed.

His right hand lightly touches her left cheek. Once again, he starts lightly running the hand over her backside, alternating between her flesh and the material of the girdle. His fingers trace the length of the garters, teasing the flesh of her upper thighs. He slides his grip around between her legs, cupping her left leg just below her lips. He runs it up and down her thigh, enjoying the soft material encasing her leg. The slight swishing noise the movement makes is delicious to both his ear and hers.

"I love your ass. It is so pretty, especially when you wear things like this. Do you like it when I rub it?" he asks.

"Oh yes. Please, more ..." is her soft reply.

His hand pulls back, and with a whack, pops her right cheek at the junction of flesh and fabric.

A gasp escapes from her. His spank is not hard, not painful, but it has caught her by surprise. Another whack follows, this time on her left cheek. Then, his hand swirls over her ass, soothing the areas he just assaulted.

"Remember why we're here? You've been a bad girl, so you must be punished. I can't think of a more appropriate punishment than a good spanking, can you?" he asks.

"No sir. Whatever pleases you, sir."

He pops her butt two more times, once on each cheek. Again, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to keep building her excitement and frustration level.

Taking a slight pause, he reaches over and picks up the container of vanilla flavored lube he had instructed her to place on the table. She hears the slight click as he pops the top of it open. Her breathing stops, in anticipation of what's to come.

A drop of lube falls from the bottle, landing right in the middle of the flower of her exposed ass. She flinches as she feels it, a sharp gasp escaping form her lips. The drop is followed by a couple of more. Then, he sets the bottle back down on the table.

His left hand finds its way to her rear end, resting on the girdle. His thumb and middle finger gently push into her cheeks, and then spread them apart. Her ass is now wide open for him to gaze upon. The index finger of his right hand barely touches the flower, and then softly begins to rub the lubrication around it.

Serious moans now start coming from her. Her hips involuntarily start pivoting slightly, trying to enhance his movements against the closed opening.

His right hand once again pops her left cheek. "Don't move, unless I say you can. Understand?" he chastises her.

"Yes, sir. Please, please stick your finger into me. Please, I want you in me," comes her begging reply.

His index finger resumes it's teasing motion. He's not exerting enough pressure to force the flower open, but the teasing is definitely causing it to pucker in reaction.

"You know, your ass is so tight I think we're going to need some more of this." He picks up the lube, and drops a liberal mount of the strongly scented liquid at the top of her butt crack. She can feel it run down between her cheeks. A bit of it lingers around her flower, a few more drops slide on by and drip down the length of her lips.

His left hand now finds its way to her chest, where her tits are dangling down from the half cups of the bra. He finds the nipple of her left breast, and starts tweaking it, gently pinching it between his fingers.

His right index finger returns to her flower, but this time rests directly on it. He then slowly, firmly exerts pressure against the opening. She can't help herself, and pushes back against him. In no time at all, the opening relaxes, and his digit slides inside.

"Oh, God," escapes from her lips. He decides to let it go, and smiles. She's really enjoying this, he thinks to himself.

His finger slowly descends into her, stopping only when the rest of his hand bumps against her ass. Slowly, he withdraws the digit. Almost all the way out, and then back in, ever so slowly.

She feels him sliding in and out, feels the opening stretch ever so slightly as the knuckles of his finger expand it as they pass. She is in bliss, and cannot restrain herself from moving back and forth to help his movements against her flesh.

"I really enjoyed fucking your ass. I want to thank you again for that. It's really unbelievable how tight you are back here. It was like putting my dick into a velvet covered vise. It really looks sexy, seeing my finger slide in and out of you. Do you like it?" he asks.

"Oh God, more. Please ... harder," is all she can manage to get out.

Rather than comply, his finger slides all of the way out, resulting in a strangled whimper from her. His finger then touches the area of sensitive flesh between her openings, and then slides down her pussy lips. Saturated with her own lubrication, they easily part. There is so much moisture that he feels like he is gliding across ice, not flesh. 

As his finger rides over her clit, she gasps, her fingers claw into the fabric of the chair, and her thighs clench together. After the initial shock to her system, she relaxes, as his finger starts to slide up and down between her lips. He is careful not to enter her tunnel, but makes sure to ride up and over the clit on each pass.

Her breathing gets sharper; the deep moans are constant now. His motions speed up, and then slack back off when he feels her tighten her muscles. It won't take much at all to take her over the orgasm cliff, that is apparent. However, he's not quite ready to let her off the hook ... not yet. 

After a minute or so, he pulls his hand away, much to her consternation. His left hand is continuing lathering attention to her nipples. They are quite hard, and he is thoroughly enjoying himself with them. She, however, is barely aware of his actions with her chest. Her pussy is aching with unfilled desire, desperately wanting to have something stuffed into it.

He decides to try something he hasn't done with her before. It seems to be the perfect time for it. He twists his right hand a little, and places the tip of his thumb on her ass flower. It is slick with a combination of lube and her pussy juice. He presses the thumb against the opening. It slowly opens to the pressure, allowing the digit to ease its way in.

With a low moan, she pushes back against him, and her opening swallows his thumb's knuckle. Her muscles grasp him, holding him inside of her like a butt plug toy.

His fingers slide downward, the fore and middle digits slipping between her lips. They ride down past her tunnel, and over her clit. Back up they slide and then back down. This time, however, they don't glide over her opening, but curl and find their way inside.

"Oh, fuck," she exclaims. Although her pussy has been wet all this time, it is still a shock for him to enter. A shudder runs all the way through her.

His fingers bottom out inside of her. They can't go too far in, unfortunately. The fact his thumb is imprisoned in her ass, coupled with the angle of his hand, is preventing their full length from entering her. However, if it is a problem, she is definitely not aware of it. The fingers slide back out and then back in. This time, his right ring and pinky fingers ride down the outsides of her labia. They slide up over her clit, causing another involuntary gasp. In and out he moves, fingers sliding up and down. His thumb moves slightly in rhythm. Her ass, her pussy, her labia, and her clit are all being stimulated simultaneously. 

Her body quivers in response. Her hands, still bound by the nylon, move behind her head to rest on the back of her neck. Her head is buried in the chair. She is screaming/groaning/moaning, her breath coming in hoarse convulsions. She is barely aware of where she is and what is going on. Her body and her mind are completely mesmerized by the sensations coming from her mid section. She's barely aware that his grip on her nipples has turned into a twisting pinch – not hard, but enough to cause a twinge of delightful pain to go along with the burn below.

He knows she is not going to last long with this attention. He also knows that if he tries to back off and deny her, tease her once again, she is likely to neuter him on the spot.

His movements increase in pace. He varies the strokes slightly, moving the thumb in opposition to the fingers. Fingers go in; thumb comes out, and then vice versa. She feels like she is being impaled by two different entities at once. 

The orgasm comes quickly. There is no buildup. Indeed, she's been on the buildup for what seems like hours now. Her muscles spasm. Her teeth clench. Her fingers dig into the back of her neck, leaving circular marks where the nails penetrate, ever so slightly, her own skin. She is completely out of control, and a world away. Conscious thought is overridden by the waves of pleasure firing out from her womanhood.

It continues for a minute or so, gently winding down. Just before it ends, she collapses forward across his thighs. There is no strength in her, no will or ability to move at all. 

"I let you orgasm, remember that it is by my choice. It is very erotic for me to watch you cum. It was for my benefit. You haven't earned any rewards yet." He states very emphatically as he lifts her from his knees into a sitting position beside him. She sits very straight with her bound hands in her lap, remembering again that she is the submissive.

She feels him move off the loveseat from beside her and grab her hands. "Stand-up" he instructs her, and then he begins to guide her across the room. She has to trust him completely because she cannot see a thing. He stops, and spins her around. "Sit" he says, and she realizes they have moved to the bed, she can feel the mattress behind her. The bed is tall; she has to rise on her toes to find the mattress edge with her butt.

"Now scoot to the middle of the bed," he tells her. As she moves, she can feel the smooth, cool feel of satin sliding against her skin. His hands are pushing against her ass to get her to the right spot. She feels him place pillows behind her. "You may rest against the headboard, but do not move from this position." Then for several minutes she does not hear him, she does not feel him, it's as if he has abandoned her here. The silence does allow her to catch her breath from the intense orgasm she just experienced. She draws her knees up to her chest to sit and wait. 

She smells chocolate. Her other senses are heightened with her sight removed. She feels the bed move as he joins her there. Are her senses betraying her? After several seconds she feels warmth on her lips.

"Open your mouth," he commands. 

Her lips part and her tongue extends slightly. Something pushes against her tongue. She tastes warm, rich chocolate. 

"You may eat it," he offers. 

Opening wider, her teeth move around the mass, and close on it. The chocolate shell breaks, exposing a sweet, juicy mass beneath. The taste is amazing. Chocolate covered strawberries are one of her favorites. Her teeth close, taking most of the berry inside. She slowly chews it, savoring the contrasting tastes, and then with a big swallow it is gone.

"May I have more, please?" she asks.

Rather than answer, he pulls at her legs, and she extends them. He moves on the bed, straddling her nylon clad upper thighs with his knees. She smells his scent, not his cologne but he scent of his manhood. The thought of his cock stirs her own womanhood back to life. She also smells chocolate again. Another strawberry, she wonders? 

"Open," she hears him command. 

She extends her tongue again, not wanting any of the chocolate to go to waste. She feels the warm chocolate on her tongue but something is different. The shape is not the same.

It's his cock! Oh this is divine, she thinks, as she opens her mouth wide to receive him. He pushes slowly into her mouth, watching her lips part to allow his length inside. 

She twists her tongue, circling around the head as the chocolate softens. 

"Uhmm," she moans. "Sir, you taste so good!" 

She takes him in completely, swallowing against the head of his dick. Her throat contractions pinch the mushroom slightly, sending a shiver though him. Pausing just a couple of seconds, he then withdraws, until just the very tip is still between her lips. Then, slowly, he enters her mouth again. In and out slowly, he savors the pressure her lips place on his head and shaft as it passes between them. Looking down, watching his member slide in and out of her mouth is an incredible turn on.

His hands reach up and grab the headboard. He has to control himself, for if he let instinct take over his thrusts would quicken and be more forceful. He would reach down and grab her by the hair and pull her head onto him. Raw animalistic nature would have him fucking her mouth, rather than gently making love to it. Yes, it might be a good way to get off, ONCE, but chances are she wouldn't be giving him any more hummers!

He is surprised at how quickly he starts to feel the pressure rise in his groin. He can feel the beginnings of release stirring deep down between his legs. This is going to be a big one, he recognizes. Normally, he would back off a bit, calm down, and build up again. However, watching her, dominating her has been such a fucking turn on. There's no way he's going to be able to back off, his dick and balls are fully committed to shooting, and quickly! 

He was really doing this domination thing to compete with those damn books, but by God it was getting him off!

Surprised at how quickly it starts, he can feel the mass of fluid as is fills the base of his cock and moves up through it. Just in time, he pulls out of her mouth. As part of his 'domination' of her, he wants to shoot his seed all over her. His right hand reaches down, grabs his cock by its base and aims it at her.

He watches as the first small jet pumps out, hitting her on the chin. Aimed a little lower, the next spurt is massive and forceful, a white rope hitting the base of her neck. The next two jets are almost as intense, and find their way onto her right breast. The last 3 spurts taper off in intensity, and fall across the material of her girdle encased belly. Finally, the last few drops fall directly onto her stocking clad thighs.




Interlude 19-77



Relaxing, he sits back down, resting across her knees. Catching his breath, he studies her, enjoying the view. Her tongue darts out, catching a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth. Another heavy drop of cum falls from her chin onto her right breast, joining the mass of fluid already there. It then finds its way to the tip of her nipple. Some of it pools between the now softening redness of her areola and the lip of the bra's fabric, while an overflow clings to the nipple itself. After a few seconds of dangling precariously, it falls down onto the nylon fabric below. The white consistency of his cum stands out in marked contrast to the black fabric, laving no doubt as to the massive size of the load he's just rewarded her with.

She is quite a beautiful woman for her age, and so damned sexy. He knows she could choose to be with anyone she wanted. To have her in his life is incredible. The sight of her with his seed on her skin, dripping from her chin onto the mounds of her heaving tits is beautiful. He laughs softly at himself. It's almost enough to bring him to a climax again, that is if he were a bit younger. 

Bringing himself back to the moment, he takes the towel he brought to the bed. Laying down beside her; he beings to wipe away the copious traces of his seed and errant drops of chocolate from her skin.

"Can I take these damned things off now?" she asks. He laughs, reaches up, and slides the stocking blindfold off of her eyes.



Auth Note – I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read.



Interlude 20-77



Twenty

As had become their usual pattern, it had been several weeks since their last encounter. They both enjoyed the sexual energy that built during time spent apart, particularly as they teased one another relentlessly through the magic of sexting. 

One night she decided to ask him (electronically) about something she wanted to try. Considering their last encounter and the mutual enjoyment it had produced, did he have any secret sexual desire that they had not yet explored. The thought of him spread eagle on the bed, bound and blindfolded was very inviting, she snickered to herself. 

His reply was simply that he loved it when she took over during sex, that it was nice to occasionally be controlled/used. So, this became her theme for planning their next carnal outing together. 

Her first task the very next day was to do some research. She typed in few keywords on her Nook and found some books that might be helpful. One was called The Family Jewels. "Maybe I can learn some new tricks about what's between his legs," she thought. The book was downloaded, and she spent the rest of the work day anxiously wanting to open it up and begin her research. 

That evening, over a glass (or three) of her favorite berry wine, her mind began to open as she read page after page. It didn't take her long to realize she was obviously much more naïve than she had previously imagined! Cock and ball torture, seriously? Certainly there were a few men she'd love to haul off and put a boot into their nuts (one particular boss came to her mind immediately), but he wasn't one of them!

She texted him that night she had been researching the role of a dominatrix. "Interesting" was his only reply, and that was after several minutes of delay. Obviously, he was either contemplating what she was saying, or having second thoughts. She followed up with, "If you want me to wear leather though, you will have to buy it." 

His reply was rather adamant that leather and whips were not his thing, and "I sure as hell don't want my balls punched," he exclaimed. She asked him, "But you will be my slave, won't you? You want to be owned and used as a sex toy, don't you? C'mon ... admit it! Remember, I did it for you, now it is your turn."

"You have to commit to me that you will do whatever I say, when I say it, without question, and with enthusiasm. If you don't promise me that, then we're not going to do this. And by the way, if you say yes and then back out, you can say goodbye to my pussy for a month or two." She ended the message with a smiley face.

Oh sure, to that he responded "Will you talk dirty to me?" and added a smiley face with horns to his text reply. Still no real hint as to what he really thought about this. She was going to have to set the hook in his mouth a bit more before reeling him in.

So the question became how could she totally turn him on, taking over in a dominating fashion, without the torture she had been reading about? Slowly a plan came together in her mind. 

She made the hotel reservation and sent him an email telling him where to meet her the next Friday at 7pm. "Do not be one second late!" she added to the note, just to be a bit bossy from the start.

The email he received gave him the location of a swanky casino not far away, but this time he was to knock on the door of their room. Odd, normally she would leave him a key at the desk. "What is she up to this time?" he wonders to himself. 

Exactly at the appointed time he knocks on the door of the upscale suite. When the door opens, she reaches out and grabs him by the lapel of his jacket and pulls him into the room. The door is slammed closed behind. 

She pushes him up against the door with her body, pinning his arms up against the door, then giving him a long lingering kiss. Her left hand slides down to his beltline, and then lower. She feels his manhood respond immediately through his pants. She squeezes its growing mass through the fabric, eliciting a moan/whimper from him. 

While he is still recovering from the surprise attack entrance, she leads him to a chair in the middle of the room, turns him, and pushes him down into it. He starts to get back up, but she stops him with her left hand planted firmly on his chest, while the right hand wags its index finger back and forth, indicating that was a 'no-no'.

He smells the fragrance of her favorite scent for their rendezvous' from Body & Bath called Sensual. She liked to put the oil in her bath, and spray the sheets with the scent. Normally, the scent was understated, but tonight, it is a powerful presence. It is as if she was making a statement to the effect that this was her playground, not his. He notices there are also several candles lit around the room, providing enough light to see everything, but not so much as to make everything clear. There is a soulful jazz tune playing, one he does not recognize. 

She bends over in front of him, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her hips gently sway in rhythm with the music. She runs her hands down across his chest, nails extended and dragging across the fabric of his shirt. The hands continue down to his waist, down the top of his thighs, to his knees. Stopping there, she slowly squats down in front of him. Her knees are spread wide apart.

She is wearing a white button down blouse. The buttons are open down to her midsection, revealing her bra and an ample amount of glorious cleavage. The top halves of the cups are sheer black lace, with green satin forming the underside. The center of the bra is laced up with black ties, and diamond like crystals shimmer in the candle light. The construction of the bra and the underwires push her bosom up and together, forming a beautiful valley between her girls.

Her nipples are barely concealed under the lace. Pink areola stand out in contrast against the pale white flesh of her tits. He can clearly see them straining against the fabric.

The short black shirt she is wearing is a silky knit that slides up her thighs easily as she as she moves. Between her legs he can see that nothing covers her pussy. Even in the low light, he catches glimpse of light reflecting off of her labia as she squats. She is already wet for his cock.

She is wearing stockings, of course, and the shoes he bought her during their last shopping adventure. 4-inch black heels are made of alligator skin, with a peep toe. He can see her toes, polished with her favorite shade of hooker red. He is pretty sure she had visited the Vietnamese girls for a footgasm and nail treatment earlier. She knows how he loves how the high heels showcase her beautiful, slender feet. He can be turned into melted butter at the sight of her peds encased in smooth nylon and beautiful spikes.

His attention snaps back to her hands, as she removes a stocking from the waistband of her skirt. She holds it up for him to see, letting it unfurl to expose its length. She then bends down a bit and ties his left ankle to the chair with the stocking. So it WAS going to be payback for the spanking he gave her last time, he chuckles to himself. Pulling another nylon from her waistband, she repeats the procedure with his right ankle, securing his feet to the chair. Certainly, he could free himself if he wanted to, but she thinks to herself that the prospect of him trying to get away was pretty damned remote. 

She runs her hands up the outside of his thighs, then tracing a path across his crotch and up his chest. She then rises from her crouching position, making sure to push her tits forward toward his face as she stood. Then she moves around to the back of the chair. He was a little nervous as she pulled his hands behind the chair and tied his wrists together with another stocking.

Her hands find the back of his neck, and begin to massage the muscles there and in the shoulders. She leans over, and breathes into his right ear, and then lightly traces its outline with her tongue. Goose bumps instantly appear on his neck, a sure sign that her intentions are effective. She then moves back around in front of him. She takes one step back while turning her left side to him, then slides her hands down to her thighs as she continues to gently move in rhythm to the tunes playing in the background. 

He is hypnotized by her slow movements, his attention drawn to her every curve and hand movement. She gently rubs her hands across her bra, stimulating the flesh beneath the cups. Down across her stomach to the naked, hairless V between her legs, and then to the top of her nylon encased thighs as she slowly arches and rocks her body to the music. She pulls up against the skirt, sliding it up over her thighs as she turns to show him her ass. 

As she turns he can see that the stockings she is wearing are his favorite seamed variety. He longs to feel their silkiness. He desperately wants to run his hands up her thighs, to feel the smoothness of the fabric, and then to touch her warm, wet pussy. 

He can see the black garter straps framing the ivory skin on her ass as she bends over from the waist, pulling the skirt up over the cheeks of her ass. Bending at the waist and grabbing her legs just above the ankles gives him a great view of her pussy. She can't stay in the position long, for she is not a pole dancer and doesn't have the skill set necessary to balance on the spikes like that for long. Silently, she congratulates herself for pulling that maneuver off without ending up flat on her face. Oh, she would never live that down!

She straightens back up, swaying her hips gently from side to side. Backing up until her legs find the edge of the chair between his legs, she drops to her knees. Fortunately, the carpet is well padded, so her knees don't suffer. She then arches her back, bending backward to put her head into his crotch. Her long dark hair, with the customary glint of red was flowing all over his lap. 

Feeling his shaft poking her in the back of the head, she smiles up at him. Moving her head from side to side slightly, she grinds the mass of long black hair into his crotch. Her hands slide up her belly, finding and cupping her breasts. Squeezing them and pushing them together, she kneads the soft, pale orbs. She can feel the throbbing of his member, and forces her head back into it more forcefully. 

"Like this? Bet you wish you were squeezing these gorgeous titties. Am I right? Bet you'd like it even more if I turned around and sucked your cock. Like that, would you?" she teases while looking him in the eyes.

"Oh yes, please. Either one, but please do something," comes his pitiful reply.

"Not a fucking chance," comes her stern reply.

Just as a sax solo starts up in the background, she pulls herself back up into a standing position, and slowly turns to face him. She smoothes her skirt down, and straddles his right thigh with her legs as she slowly unfastens the remaining buttons on her blouse. 

Her hands find the tops of his thighs as she arches forward. Her deep cleavage finds its way to an inch or so in front of his face. She drops her head down and away from him as the blouse falls off her left shoulder. 

Her eyes are closed. He can see that she is feeling the slow rhythm of the music and movements she is performing for him. Her shoulders roll back and forth with her hips. Her mouth is open slightly, lips licked unconsciously as she dips and sways to the music. 

The blouse slides off her right shoulder as she moves back away from him, taunting him with the movement of her body. The blouse then drops to the floor around her feet, and is forgotten.

With her legs close together, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, pulling down against the fabric. First one side then the other, wiggling it down slowly and deliberately over the hips. Her garter belt slowly becomes visible, the black and matching green satin panels peeking out from under the skirt. Back and forth the skirt moves down in time with the music until the waistband is over her hips. Her upper thighs offer no support for it, especially with the slick nylon encasing them, and the skirt drops to the floor of its own accord.

Hands move up into her hair as her body flexes and undulates in waves, like it would while riding on top of him like a cowgirl. His cock strains against the fabric of the boxers. He is quite certain that he might to shoot his load without another touch if she kept this up.

Stepping toward him again, she turns her back to him as she moves between his legs. Sitting back, her ass settles on and then pushes against his lap. She feels the hardness of his dick through his pants against her skin, can feel the outline of the mushroom head between her cheeks.

She doesn't know how long she could keep this up, how long she can keep her hands off him. She wants desperately to put her lips around that monster between his legs and suck it, to feel the combination of soft skin and rigid thickness moving between her lips and tongue. However, she is determined to tease him to the breaking point this time! Tonight is about her pleasure, not his, and it certainly was delicious to see him squirm like this!

As he watches her ass grind in his lap he wants so badly to grab it. He wants to run his hands over her smooth skin, and tease the flower of her asshole. His fingers long to trace the garters across the milky whiteness, to grab the waistband of the garment and pull her savagely back onto him. Unconsciously he pulls against the stocking holding his hands behind the chair -- but not too strongly.

His cock feels her rubbing against it, deliberately teasing him. It felt so fucking good. What he wanted right now though was to get these damned clothes off and ram his dick into her wet pussy as hard as he could! However, tonight is her game, and he must comply or suffer the dreaded 'lakanookie' disease for a while.

She continues to rub her ass in his crotch as she reaches behind her back to unfasten the bra. She moves up out of his lap, lets the bra fall off to the floor, and then turns to face him. With her legs apart, she bends over from the waist and rests her hands on his shoulders. 

She pushes her chest toward his face and shimmied the tits, just out of the reach of his lips. He watches the mounds of flesh bounce back and forth. He could easily tell she was just as horny as he was by her puckered areola and nipples that were screaming at him "suck me." He tried to flick her nipples with his tongue, but she keeps them just out of his reach. It is a difficult task for her, for she so desperately wants his mouth sucking hard on them. 

Catching him a little off guard, she straddles his legs and sits down across his thighs. She then reaches around behind him just as the music in the playlist ended. She unties his hands, and guides them to her breasts. Her breath comes out in a moan, as she feels the pleasure of his touch on her mounds. 

She lets him play with them for a few moments. His palms cup their mass and push up against them, mashing them into her chest. Gently, he circles his hands, pushing against the flesh. Her chest warms in response, the mammaries starting to tingle as his fingers manipulate the creamy flesh. His hands move away a little, her tits falling back into their natural position. She shakes her chest just a little, causing them to jiggle. His hands move back to them, thumbs and forefingers gently pinching the tips of the nipples. Rolling his fingers, he tweaks the nips. They would be getting hard under normal circumstances -- but they are already as hard as they can possibly be. He stops, and moves his hands around her torso. With a powerful move, he pulls her into his face, his open mouth eagerly accepting her left nipple. Mouth wide open, the nipple, areola, and a good portion of the breast disappears inside. He sucks the tit hard, and grinds his face into it.. Her head falls back, eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, lost in the sensations radiating out from her sensitive mammary.

Her hands wrap themselves into his hair, and pull him into her breast even harder. He can't breath, the mass of the breast has completely encased his face. After 30 seconds or so, he has to pull back to catch his breath, and then switches to the right side. That tit now gets the royal treatment. 

Her clit is throbbing, desperate to get some of the attention currently being given to her chest. She wants to give in and jam herself down onto his cock, but she isn't through torturing him yet. She pulls away from his lips, looks down at him and smiles, and then teasingly wets her lips with her tongue. The implied message is that she is about to suck his cock. His eyes grow wide, and his hips thrust his member up further towards her. She feels the advance, and wags her right index finger at him again, silently saying 'Not yet."

She drops to one knee and unties his ankles. Phase 2 of his pleasure/torture was about to begin. She giggles to herself softly as she takes his hand, and leads him to the bed. Turning him so his back is to the side of the bed, she moves in close, nipples barely brushing his chest. In a low, husky voice, she commands "now sit here and be a good boy if you want to enjoy me anytime tonight. That means keep your hands on the edge of this bed, no touching me, and no playing with MY cock while I take your clothes off. Yes, I said that is my cock, until I tell you otherwise." Placing her right hand squarely in the center of his chest, she pushes him back onto the bed.

Slowly, while holding a lock on his eyes, she unbuttons his shirt. Finished with the last bottom button, she pushes the garment off his shoulders. She bends down and slides off his shoes and socks. The top button on his pants is next, followed by a slow, deliberate pulling down of the zipper. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of both the pants and his boxers, she forcefully yanks then down to his ankles. He lifts his feet, one at a time, and kicks the garments off to the side.

Looking down into her beautiful face, he can see she has taken extra care with her makeup for him. Her ivory skin looks flawless, with big black eyelashes accenting her slightly slanted eyes. The shape of her eyes had always intrigued him, unique and sensual. They are brown, but if you look closely there were also green flecks in the iris. The green glitter eyeliner she wore to match the satin in her lingerie really makes the green details stand out.

Her lips wear the 'hooker red' silky lipstick he liked. It made her lips look so alluring and luscious. She never wore the lipstick or the outrageous makeup in her everyday professional life. He enjoys that there were things she did exclusively for him. 

At that moment, though, all he can think about was the way she worked magic with those lips on his dick. God, he loved to watch those lips and her tongue as she moved them up and down the shaft. His cock desperately wants to be sliding in and out of her face.

"Here, put these on," he heard her command, as he is jolted back to reality. She hands him a pair of Manview black mesh boxer briefs. "This will give me something to look at while holding him in check for a bit longer," she said with a devilish grin, and pointing to his dick. He complies, having to maneuver his hips a little to seat the unfamiliar underwear around his package.

She kicks off her heels, and places her right stocking clad foot between his thighs. Another command, "Remove the stocking." He does as he was told, unclasping the stocking from the three garters holding it up high on her thigh. Gently, he slides his hands inside the stocking band, with his thumb hooked over the outside edge. Careful not to damage the delicate material, his hands slide in unison down her silky smooth leg. 

When he reaches the foot and takes the stocking from around her foot, she shifts and repeats with the left foot between his thighs. She presses against his dick with her foot and caresses it lightly. Looking him in the eyes, she smiles, and licks her lips seductively once again. God, he has to be about ready to bust, she thinks to herself. Left foot now nude, she tells him to remove her garter belt. He hesitates a little, thinking she would turn around so he could find the clasp. Not moving, she forces him to reach around her to find hooks, not coincidentally burying his nose in her belly button while doing so.




Interlude 20-77



Now completely nude, she takes his hand and lead him to the bathroom. The large tub is already filled. It was hot, as evidenced by the streams of vapor rising from the water. The water is swirling around, not quite at hot tub ferocity, but certainly enough to be soothing. (Being a luxury hotel, this bathroom was really decked out. This tub had a computer control that would fill and release water as needed to maintain a steady temperature. Absolute Heaven!) 

As she steps into the water, she turns to look at him, standing there naked with his stiff rod 'pitching a tent' in the black mesh, and says, "Now slave, you are going to bathe me. All the preparations I normally handle before we get together, well, tonight you are going to do for me. But keep the shorts on; I don't want that snake to get loose in the water." 

"You will make this as pleasurable as possible for me, but you will not pleasure yourself until I give you permission. Got it?" He nods in agreement.

Stepping into the large tub gingerly (the water is very hot), he maneuvers around behind her and takes a seat. Picking up a loofa from the ledge, he squeezes out a liberal amount from the tube of shower gel she had laid there. She pulls her long hair together, and wraps it around over her left shoulder, clearing her back to indicate where he should being his task. Gently, the loofa crosses the top of her shoulders. The warmth and sensation causes her to slump a bit, relaxing even further. Across her back, up and down to the waterline, which is right at her nipples. She raises her arms so he can wash them as well, running the sponge up her arms, and around her shoulders. 

She turns to face him. In a normal tub, this would not be exactly easy, but this one is SO big that she is able to do so with some measure of grace. Her breasts are floating at water level, slightly buoyant, nipples rippling the surface like tiny waves crashing against a mountainous shore. He presses them together with his hands as he runs the sponge slowly around and over each one. The soapy lotion provides lubrication, his hands spend quite a bit more time washing/massaging her mounds than is necessary to just cleanse them. His fingers manage to pinch and roll the nipples. Her areola and nipples are still rock hard, despite the temperature of the water. When he has finished, she moves up out of the water to sit on the seat, and spread her legs apart.

The loofa is pushed under the water to soak it. More body wash finds its way onto the soft material. He runs the sponge slowly down her stomach to the V between her legs. It then follows her right thigh, across the knee, and down to the ankle. He slides the softness of the fibers up and down the entire leg, supposedly to clean it, but more for her relaxation and enjoyment than anything else. He knows she was squeaky clean before they had started this little 'charade'. 

On one pass, he stops at her ankle. Cupping his hand under her heel, he brings her foot up towards his face. He leans over to kiss her toes, but she stops him with a stern "Did you ask permission?" A startled look crosses his face. He has been so caught up in the moment, he forgot the nature of the game. "May I kiss your toes?" he asks. 

"No, you may not have that pleasure. You haven't earned it," she responds. 

She picks up the razor from the side of the tub. Pointing it at his face, she states emphatically "Now, my bitch ... shave me." 

Sliding slightly forward on the seat, she raises her right leg and rests the ankle on his left shoulder. The position takes almost all of her leg up out of the water for him to access. Putting down the sponge, he squirts a liberal wad of shower gel into his hands, and rubs them together quickly to make lather. 

Starting at the ankle that is resting so close to his left ear, he softly but thoroughly massages the gel onto her skin. He takes the lather all the way down to just above her womanhood, and then begins to shave. (There really is no need to do this, for she had performed the same thing just several hours ago while preparing for their meeting. However, that wasn't the point, was it?)

Finishing up, he puts the razor down and cups his hands to rinse the remaining lather off. She turns her leg this way and that, pretending to inspect his work. Satisfied, the leg returns to the warmth of the water, to be replaced by her left. Repeating his efforts, her legs are finished. They are smooth as glass.

Spreading her legs wide, she uses her right index finger to point to his next task. Dropping a sizeable wad of gel into his right palm, he works his hands to build up a lather. Gently, carefully he applies it to her pubic area, avoiding the tender lips and folds. Retrieving the shaving instrument from the tub's ledge, he begins at the top of her bikini line. The blades glides across her bare skin. The full Brazilian she had yesterday has completely denuded the area, but it feels so good to her to have him doing this. She intently watches him as he labors, her mind linking the visual turn on to the feelings radiating from her womanhood.

His hand twists and slides the razor over her delicate areas. Once finished, he puts down the blade, cups water in his hands, and rinses the remaining lather off. His rinses are a bit more complete than necessary, straying to lightly graze her lips. She starts to chastise him, but it feels wonderful, so he escapes her wrath.

His head starts to move toward her naughty bits, but this time he remembers the game. "May I?" as he circles his index finger around the opening of her vagina. "Yes, you may. But don't you dare touch yourself," was her response. 

He pushes his right middle finger against her lips, and they part in response. Even without the water, she was naturally lubed up. The digit easily slides in to the warmth and wetness. He feels her tighten her pelvic muscles around his finger, as she pushes her hips toward him.

"Give me an orgasm and I might let you eat my pussy," she offered, as her eyes close and she slides down to impale herself further on his finger. As she pushes against him, driving the digit all the way in, he circles his thumb across her clit lightly, eliciting a louder moan from her. 

His finger withdraws, and is joined by the index finger. As he slides them back in, she grunts in recognition of the increased girth of his penetration. Bottoming out, he pulls them back outward, stopping just before he exits her tunnel. Then, back in they slide. Over and over he repeats, finger fucking her pussy.

"Slow and steady, bitch. I want to enjoy this for a while," she instructs. Then she leans back on her elbows against the edge of the tub, arches her back, and pushes her pelvis forward against his hand. His left hand joins in, fingers parting her lips to let him inside just a bit further.

With each stroke in and out of her pussy, he can feel her tension building. He lets her dictate the speed. Her hips are doing most of the work now, his hand become a hard dildo satisfying her need to grind. As she approaches orgasm, her groans become more intense as well. She pushes herself harder and harder against his hands, hips taking over from her mind. The movements are automatic, animalistic. Her mind is not in control, the deep need for satisfaction between her legs has taken control of her.  

With great effort, she slows herself down. Reaching behind a potted plant on the tub's side, she surprises him by handing him a new vibrator. She had talked about needing a waterproof bathtub toy for herself, but he had not thought about it in the context of their current encounter. His hands pull away from her to grasp the toy. It is realistically shaped like a cock. The surface is the semi-realistic soft 'skin' that was all the rage in sex toys these days. The mushroom head and thick veins stand out in almost exaggerated relief, no doubt to enhance the tactile sensations as it slides in and out. The coloring is even right on, from the purplish head to the creamy tan flesh tones. He can appreciate why she chose this model. After all, when it came to sex toys, she was very demanding. He twists the cap to turn the unit on. The vibrations are strong, much stronger than any dildo he's held before. He wonders to himself if she's already made use of it. 

His left thumb and index finger gently pull her lips apart. Positioning the tip of the tool on top of her clit, he lets it rest there. The vibrations instantly have an effect. She throws her head back, and a deep groan comes from deep within. He twirls the head on her love button a few times, then runs it up and down the insides of her slick lips. Her skin offers no resistance, she is so slick with moisture that the toy could be much larger and she wouldn't have a problem taking it in. 

Slowly, he pushes the head into her vagina. He twists the fake cock as it slides in. Her face is clenched, he can see she is approaching her 'automatic fucking' level again.

He stops pushing the toy in when he reaches its bulged base, then slowly pulls it back out. In and out it slides. Her hips start their movements again.

Having taken her so close, he knows it will not take long at all to push her over the edge. She raises her ass completely off the seat and pushes against his hand and the vibrator, moaning even more loudly.

In less than a minute, her legs start to close. Her thighs grip his hands tightly. Her movements become shorter, and faster. It is time, and he is certain that he couldn't delay her any more, and would probably suffer bodily injury if he tried! Taking her rushed breath as his cue, he dips his left hand in the water for some lubrication, and then pushes his left thumb against her asshole. He begins tickling it. He is rewarded with a lengthy and unintelligible groan/scream. She pushes against him more, and the thumb slides its way inside.

That's enough to push her over. Her body spasms for over a minute, jerking around his finger and the fake cock. Not wanting to let go of the feeling, she pushes against him one last time, and then collapses back onto the seat. He quickly retreats from her openings, drops the toy in the water, and secures her with his arms. It wouldn't do to have her slide under the water and break her afterglow. No, she'd be pissed if he let that happen! 

After letting her recover for a couple of minutes, he pulls her up to him. He gently kisses her nipples, one at a time, brushes her hair back from her face, and asks,

"Was that acceptable?"

"Barely. You can do better, I'm sure." She points at the tub's drain, indicating he is to let the water out. Poor water, it's done its job so well, but is not needed anymore!

She stands as the last of the water flows out, and reaches for the towel conveniently draped nearby. Handing him the towel, she turns her back to him, and raises her arms. He is still replaying her orgasm in his mind, when she clears her throat. He realizes this was his cue to dry her off. 

He enjoys the view as he slides the towel across her body and down each leg. He squats down to dry her feet. Gently placing his hands on her hips, he turns her to face him. There he was eye level with her pussy again! He wants to taste her so badly. But, just as he was about to ask for permission, she hands him the body cream she always used after bathing.

It really isn't much of a sacrifice to run his hands over every part of her body with this cream. He chuckles to himself as he begins the task. He squirts a large amount into his right palm, and rubs his hands together to warm the cream and spread it evenly in both hands. As he rubs, the powerful scents of vanilla and coconut release into the air.

She turns away from him, and pulls her ample locks over her right shoulder. He moves up closely behind her. His cock, rock hard and pathetically ignored during all of this, brushes against her ass cheeks. Instead of protesting, she backs into him, sliding the man meat up between her cheeks. A little more torture for him, she thinks to herself.

He starts at the back of her neck and shoulders, running the cream-covered hands across her skin. Resisting the urge to go straight to her target areas, he spreads the creamy lotion all over her back, and down her arms to the elbows. Now, his hands slide over the tops of her shoulders, and slowly slide down the front of her chest. Reaching the mass of her breasts, he curves his hands underneath their roundness, finally cupping and cradling them in his palms. 

He pushes his cock against her ass. Her hips push back, unable to maintain her pledge to deny him satisfaction. His hands squeeze her orbs. The lotion coats her skin. Fingers massage, and squeeze, and mash, and roll, and lift, and push together her tits. Doing this to her is one of his favorite sexual activities. Her head leans back against him, her moans indicating her satisfaction with his efforts.

Thumbs and forefingers pinch her nipples. Capturing her nubs and squeezing them hard, he pulls them out away form her chest. A whimper escapes from her throat. He pulls upwards, and lifts the heavy breasts by their tips. He shakes his hands, causing her fleshy orbs to wobble back and forth. If someone had just pinched her like this outside of sex, it would have hurt, and they would come away with a black eye, or busted nuts. While in the throes of this ecstasy, however, it is one more sensation contributing to her mounting heat.

He relaxes his hands, and allows her tits to fall slowly to their natural positions. Then, he digs his fingers in and pulls the masses of flesh back into her chest hard. The grasp is released, and the lotion covered digits begin to move down across her belly.

She can tell she is losing his attention to the task at hand as his hands glide around her hips, grasp her ass cheeks, and pulls them apart. He then grinds his cock against her a bit. She turns to face him again, and smiling, she says, "I think it's time we let the little guy out to play, don't you?" With a giggle, she grabs two handfuls of the still wet boxers and pulls them down to his feet.

"Dry off. Don't make me wait," she said as she stalks out the bathroom door.

When he emerges from the bathroom, he finds her sitting on the side of the bed.

"Come here," she commands. 

He moves over in front of her, a respectful couple of feet away from her legs. She reaches out and grabs his cock, and pulls him toward her a bit more. Her left hand goes over and picks up something black off the nightstand.

"One of our mutual 'friends' suggested this little trick to me. She guaranteed it would be great for me, and thought that you might even like it a bit. Whether you do or not, I really don't care. This is about me, remember?" 

His eyes are wide, but he nods his agreement. He watches her as she places the tight, elastic band over his member. Down her hands push it, until it reaches the base. Then, carefully she pushes his balls, one at a time, up through the band. Once they are in place, she gives it a bit more of an adjustment, tugging it as far down his scrotum as it will go. For the first time in his life, he's now caught in a cock ring.

The pressure is uncomfortable at first. Not pain exactly, just a very unfamiliar tug on his balls and a squeeze around his base. He looks down at what she's put him in. His cock is standing at full attention. The tightness of the ring is constricting blood flow, and causes the shaft to bounce up and down slightly in time with his pulse. His balls are pulled up to the bottom of the shaft, no longer hanging down under it. The skin is stretched tight over the mass of his 'boys'. The general visual effect is to make his stuff look quite a bit bigger than it really was. A self satisfied smirk crosses his face, but just for a second. It wouldn't do for her to see him enjoying himself!

Her right index finger slides under the tip of the mushroom head, and pushes his stiffness up towards his belly. Wetting the first two fingers of her left hand, she then lightly runs them down over his balls. The sensation is electric, almost like a current shooting up through his loins. He spasms, a gasp involuntarily escapes his lips, and his knees buckle slightly. His balls have always been a source of pleasure for him, but he's never felt anything quite like that. 

Then, she blows gently on the wet skin. Without thought, his hips swivel forward, trying to push his cock against anything that will give him some relief. She's ready for it, and pulls her head back in time to keep from getting poked in the eye.

"Like that, do we?" she queries.

"Oh God, yes. Please ... please," is all he manages to get out.

She lies down lengthwise on the side of the bed. The bed is fairly low, and allows her to position herself so that her face is ever so slightly lower than his cock, and very close to it. He looks down, and sees his bobbing manhood hovering a couple of inches away from her red lips. 

"Looks pretty good to you, huh?" she teases.

"Please, suck it ... please. I can't stand it!" he pleads.

"No chance. Not yet, anyway. I'm not even close to being done with you."

Her mouth opens slightly. The tongue snakes out a bit, and circles her lips, wetting them. She makes a show of getting ready to open wide and give him what he is so desperately wanting. Without thinking, he bends forward a bit, getting closer to her. Reacting quite fast, she backs off, and wags the index finger at him again, indicating that was a no-no.

He groans in frustration. His cock jerks up powerfully as she blows a slight breeze at the head. The mental frustration combined with the heightened sexual awareness (apparently caused by the ring) has his knees just about to buckle.

She lightly touches the underside of his mushroom with the tip of her right index finger's nail, and then ever so slightly glides the nail down the underside of his shaft. She is barely touching his skin, but the effect is instantaneous. He gasps again, head is thrown back, and his right knee gives way a bit causing him to bump into the bed. Giggling at him, she avoids being touched by his wayward stick.

"Keep that thing to yourself, little boy. It's not worthy of touching me. Not yet."

Satisfied that he was prepared to give her anything in order to get some attention to his private parts, she moves around on the bed. On her back, head propped up on a couple of pillows, her knees are bent. She motions for him to join her. He slides onto the bed on his belly, moving slowly up between her legs. He positions his face just an inch above her pussy, and breathes in, a combination of her natural scent, along with the vanilla and coconut fragrances. It is intoxicating.

He licks up the labia, pressing the lips apart with his tongue, running it across her clit, then back down and into her opening. He loves her taste. In and out his tongue darts, teasing the slick walls of her womanhood. He pushes his right index finger into her tunnel, while his lips pinch around her clit, pulling against it with his tongue as he sucks on the little button. He circles her anus with his left thumb as his finger continues to slide in and out of her vagina. 

She begins to move against his mouth as she contracts her pelvic muscles in time with his movements. Feeling the warmth beginning to build inside, she abruptly stops.

"I want inside of me. Put your cock in there -- now!" she demands. 

Rising up on his knees, he slides up between her legs and pushes them wide apart. His dick finds its way to her cunt, the head resting right on top of her clit. Normally, he'd tease her a bit, but he knows she is in no mood for any delay. Rocking back a bit, the head drops slightly into just the right position. He lunges forward, impaling her in one swift motion. She is so wet from their buildup that it causes no discomfort. Despite her natural tightness, he slides in up the hilt with little resistance. Her breath escapes in a loud gasp. Her hands close around his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh. She pulls him in, not allowing him to back out at all. Her hips begin to wildly pivot, grinding her clit into his pubic bone. 




Interlude 20-77



"Oh yeah, fuck it hard," she demands, grinding against him.

He leans over and puts his hands on the tall headboard of the bed, grasping it to gain better leverage. Their flesh begins to slap as his balls slam against her ass each time he bottoms out. The cock ring holds them out from his body a bit, making sure they contact her at the bottom of every stroke.

The warming tingle in her clit grows more intense as his dick rubs up against her g-spot. She wants him to fill her up completely. She wants to come at the same time as he does, to feel him fill her pussy with his seed while she experiences the throes of what is sure to be an intense orgasm. While she is anxious to get to her Big O, she also wants to enjoy every second of this. However, lust for the high of the orgasm wins out. She couldn't slow the pace if she wanted to, her body simply won't allow it.

She knows he would rather pull back and make it last longer, but she didn't care. Today he was her sex slave, this was all about her pleasure! 

Her moans become loud, animalistic grunts as the sensations in her pelvis become overpowering. Without conscious thought, she bucks against him with all the power she can manage, tensing the muscles in her ass as she pushes her cunt up against him. 

"Oh ... my ... God," she gasps, while straining to arch her back more, locking eyes with him as he looks at her.

He is transfixed watching her in action. She couldn't look hotter if a veteran porn director was in her ear directing her movements. Her tits are bouncing up and down against her chest as she pounds herself against him. Her dark auburn hair flies around her face with each thrust. Her eyes are dark, pupils dilated, begging for more of him. 

In one final glorious push, they come together. She feels him explode inside her, can feel his cock jerk as it fires out its heavy load. She convulses back against him. Waves of tingling pulses flow over and through her body. Her teeth clench together tightly, and a scream/cry forces its way from deep within. Her nails dig into his ass cheeks, leaving semi-circle marks that will be there for hours. They both feel the friction between cock and pussy lessen as more and more of his seed floods into her. She rams her pussy against him one last time, trying to draw out the incredible sensations coursing through her body. Finally, she falls back against the bed, exhausted as the aftershocks continued to rock deep in her pelvis for a couple of minutes. 

He drops down onto her, exhausted from both his intense orgasm and servicing her. Mindful not to crush her, he rolls off to her left, face first into the pillow at his side. His exit from inside of her leaves a copious trail of cum, but neither one is aware or care. His arm drapes across her stomach, hand curling up to cup her breast gently. Once he catches his breath, he pulls her closer to his side and whispers, "I'll be your slave any day, young lady, it was worth it!" and they both drift off to contented sleep.

She laughs as she sends him a text the next day. "I guess I didn't hold out too well at the end, did I? Maybe next time."

*

Auth Note -- I hope you enjoyed this. If so, please take a moment to read the other parts of my Interlude series. If not, thanks anyway for taking the time to read.



Interlude 21-77



Twenty One

Uuhhhhh ...

Another loud moan/gasp escapes from deep within her as he bottoms out once again.

Ohhhhhh ...

The air is forced from her as she is once again impaled by his cock.

"How did I get myself into this?" The thought floats across her mind.

A drop of drool falls from her lips, which are forced apart by the ball gag that wedges her teeth apart. The leather strap that holds it in her mouth circles around her head tightly. It is so tight that she cannot force the intruding mass out of her mouth. It doesn't stop her from breathing, and doesn't stop the animalistic sounds that result from his rhythmic pounding. It is, however, humiliating.

She watches the drop fall onto the material of the sofa's seat cushion, joining several others that have already made the trip.

He bottoms out again, jarring her entire body. She is bent over the sofa's arm, which is (fortunately) heavily padded. Her legs are dangling. Sometimes the heels she has on contact the floor, but most of the time they are in mid-air, legs bent at the knees. Her lower belly is draped across the sofa arm, supporting her weight as his efforts continue.

She looks downward, watching her tits bounce up and down her chest in time with each of his strokes. It is mesmerizing, both of her girls swinging separately, but in perfect sync. A part of her mind is amazed that the clamps he had put on her nipples were still in place. As much as the masses of her lady bumps were flying around, the fact that they were still attached was testament that they were indeed clamped tightly. She remembers the delicious pain that coursed through the tips when he had put them on, pain that had caused involuntary yelps as each fulcrum closed around the sensitive flesh. They were going to hurt like hell when he finally decided to remove them.

The chrome chain connecting the clamps swings even more than her tits, slapping her belly with each swing. Occasionally, the metal links will get thrown hard enough to strike her chin, though its force is just enough to let her know it is there and not actually hurt. The heavy links pull on the clamps, stretching her nipples painfully.

The garments he required her to wear for this little encounter bite into her skin. The top edge of the cupless leather corset digs into her chest just under her breasts. The stiff stays in the garment keep her torso from bending. It is uncomfortable, and the body heat building underneath of it is causing her to sweat ... a lot.

The bottom edge of the corset rides just above the crack of her ass. Both of his hands are locked onto it, and he is using his grip to help gain leverage as he slams into her. Designed with bondage in mind, there are metal hoops sewn into the waist area. The bands clamped around her wrists have matching slide hooks. He had secured her wrists to the hoops at her hips, holding them in place next to her body. Her hands and arms are useless in their current position, pinned against her sides.

No garters or stockings this time, which had surprised her at first. When she had opened the box that contained the brand new soft leather boots, it was more understandable. Five inch heels on the bottom. Fortunately, they were equipped with zippers on the inside of the legs, running from her thighs down to the ankles. Otherwise, it would have been very difficult to slide their entire length onto her legs. She had never worn boots that were so high before, their tops coming almost halfway up her thighs. The spike heels were difficult to walk in, but she soon figured out that he didn't have walking in mind when he picked them out for her.

He had finished her dressing with a pair of real silk panties, black to match the other pieces of her ensemble. They had not been in the picture for long. As soon as he bent her over the sofa, he had jerked them down across her ass, exposing her cheeks. The last time she had felt their presence, they were resting on her upper thighs. Sometime during his efforts, they had undoubtedly fallen. She couldn't feel them anymore, they could be on the floor, or wrapped around her knees. 

Just after forcing her to bend over the sofa's arm, she had felt a large amount of warm lube drop down onto the top of her ass. Most of it ran down between her cheeks, but some of it dripped down over the milky whiteness of her haunches. His hand had followed the lube, sliding down her crack. He tickled her asshole, forcing some of the lube inside. Then, more lube, and he continued forcing more and more of it inside. She was eagerly anticipating his movement a bit lower, to give her pussy the attention it desperately needed. 

With a start, she had realized he was ignoring her womanhood. It became clear that he was going to use her ass. His cock found its way between her cheeks. It slid up and down between her fleshy pillows, getting thoroughly coated with the lube. Then, he had positioned the head right on top of the puckered flower, and began to push against it. He had gone slowly, easing the hard shaft in as her muscle relaxed. Short strokes, in and out, a little deeper each time. Finally, he had all of his length buried inside of her. His hips had gyrated a little, moving her impaled butt around with him.

That had been several minutes earlier. He had been pounding her ever since, his cock meat repeatedly sliding in and out of her butt hole. Surely, she thought, he must be getting close to letting go. 

Everything he was doing was what she had asked for. To be captive, to be used, to be a sex slave – it all sounded great, and until now had been a lot of fun. However, this was too much. She had approached and reached her limit. Maybe it was time to get back to some normal style fucking.

She feels him start to speed up, to buck against her ass a little more forcefully. He's getting ready to shoot, surely. She wonders if he will get her off afterwards, or if he'll leave her frustrated. Through her sphincter, she senses his cock pulse. He's going to ...

Her eyes open. For a moment she is lost, confused. Then, the realization that it was another dream. Damn that book, anyway. 

"39 hues of green, my ass", she thinks. She and her lover had been playing with control, spurred on by her addiction to the book series. It had been a lot of fun, enjoyable for both of them. However, given the plethora of dreams she was having that seemed to be getting more and more intense, maybe it was time to make a course correction in their sexcapades. Each time they explored the wilder side, it required an even more wild encounter to top it. Surely some more 'normal style' fucking would be just as satisfying, wouldn't it?

Another half hour until the alarm is due to go off. Eyes closed, she relaxes back onto the pillow. The dream had been disturbing, but it had left her in a high state of arousal. Her left index finger finds the nipple of her right breast through the soft, thin fabric of her nightie. Slowly swirling around it brings it to full attention in no time. Her right hand slips down across her belly, sliding under the elastic waistband of her panties. Her middle finger slides down, and finds the wetness ...

She ponders the issue off and on through the work day, which makes it difficult to concentrate on a couple of asshole clients. Finally, the day ends, and she can do some serious contemplation of the situation (fueled by a bottle of her favorite highly fermented berry juice).

While unwinding from the work day, the newscast on the tube droning in the background catches her attention. One of our carriers is deploying to the Middle East again. Wonder what asshole is making trouble now, she wonders.

She had spent some time in the Navy years ago, a single hitch to help her straighten out some youthful issues. It had worked, and she had always looked on those days as important to what made her successful. Certainly, her time in uniform had matured her. 

Her previous involvement with him pre-dated her service time, and they had not been in contact while she did her tour. He had recently seen a photo of her in uniform, and had been impressed, both by how young she looked and how attractive the dark navy blue had looked on her. 

The wine triggers an idea. He had been so enamored by the sight of her in the uniform, maybe she could send them both back in time a bit for some fun.

Over the weekend, she scours some local Army/Navy stores looking for just the right pieces. Her old uniform had long since gone away. In addition, she wasn't the same exact size she was back in those days. 

Her 'girls', in particular, had filled out in the intervening years, growing from modest bumps topped with red ripe strawberries into full fledged cantaloupe sized masses of soft, deliciously pliable flesh. They had certainly served her and her lovers (including her current one) very well since they had 'grown up'. Although the term was pretty crude, 'fun bags' was an apt description of the joy they had provided. She was quite happy with their size, and the sexual pleasure they gave her. 

It took some looking, but she finally found the right pieces in the right sizes to make up her new uniform.

Returning home, she goes on line for a little more research. After finding the particulars, she makes the reservations, orders the tickets, and thinks more about the little details of the plan. Penning a letter to him (how quaint and old fashioned, she mused), she gives him his instructions:

"You will find a ticket enclosed, please be on it. Once you get there, take a cab from the airport to the JW downtown – you know the one. I get in a little later than you do, so go to the front desk and get your key. Room 1977, top floor. We will already be checked in, so it should be waiting for you. 

DO NOT stop off at any titty bars on the way for a quick peek job. DO NOT be late. If you are not there when I get there, I might just pack up my pussy and go home! If an emergency happens, you've got my number. 

I'll see you in 11 days, lover.

Oh, and one more thing. Don't whack that little monster off for a few days prior to seeing me. I want a large and proper load built up as my tribute!"

The bellboy opens the door for her, Room 1979. Checking her watch, she sees that there is about an hour and a half until he arrives next door. The small roller suitcase is deposited on top of the bed. Opening it, she pulls the makeup case out and takes it into the bathroom. She had done most of her primping before getting on the plane. A mandatory visit to the Vietnamese ladies for a mani and pedi, followed by a hand and lower leg massage. Damn, those bitches were good, she had a footgasm pretty much every time she visited them. Following that was a trip to the wax salon, where she had opted for the full Brazilian. Usually she opted for a landing strip, or some other cute trim job to entertain him. This time however, she was going full commando. She was anxious to see how he reacted when he saw her naked mound and lips.

Stripping out of her everyday clothes and underwear, she leaves them where they fall. She wasn't going to worry about cleaning this room up until the morning. She takes a quick shower, rinsing away a little bit of travel grime. She had performed a more thorough cleaning and grooming just before going to the airport hours ago, so this was just a touchup.

Looking in the mirror, she takes stock of her makeup for signs of needed repair. A fresh coat of hooker red lipstick, to match her nails. A little darkening of the eye shadow, which is very dark and upswept, giving her a slightly evil appearance. Sophisticated slut, her friend Sara would call this look.

Returning to the bed, she pulls out her uniform pieces and hangs them to let any lasting wrinkles fall out. Her underwear selections, definitely not GI issue, are laid out on the bed. Checking the clock again, she realizes there are a few minutes to relax. Without a stitch of clothing on, she goes to the window wall and pulls the curtains wide open. The sun has dropped below the mountains to the west, twilight is rapidly overtaking the city. Looking down the avenue that leads from the hotel down to the bay, she sees what she is looking for. Two huge lit numbers seem to float above the water. Moored at the Navy pier is one of the carriers, in port for Fleet Week festivities. Her presence here, at this time, is not an accident. This is the ship she had been on for her sea tour. 

She turns the overstuffed side chair around to face the window, and pours herself a tall glass of her berry wine. Sitting down, she stares down at the huge numbers and loses herself in memories of times past. Times spent on that ship, times that had changed her life forever. Faces flood her mind, some good, a few not so much. Wild things she did in the Navy, things in and out of uniform that she still didn't talk about. Yes, the service had done a world of good to straighten her out, but that didn't mean she had been an angel while in (or out of) uniform.

She is startled by the sound of the door to the next room, 1977, as it opens and closes. He's here, she realizes. The reminiscing could have gone on for hours, but its time to get dressed and go have some seriously carnal fun.

The package containing the new stockings is opened. High dollar, ultra smooth, dark coffee colored, they have Cuban heels and the requisite back seam. 

Fingers bunch up one of the delicate leggings. Raising her right foot up onto the bed, she eases the stocking over her toes. Carefully, slowly, she pulls it up her foot, up around her ankle, and then up her calf. A few inches at a time, then adjusting, then a few more inches. Up over her knee, a couple of tugs to get the seam aligned properly. All the way up her thigh, and a couple of more wiggles to seat the band in its customary spot. She runs her hands up and down the length of her now covered leg, smoothing out any errant wrinkles. She is still amazed at how smooth the fabric is with this specific brand. After buying so many pairs of stockings for her bed dressing, she knows exactly what size to purchase. The length has to be just right, to get the top of the band a perfect three inches below her lady parts. 

The right leg finds the floor again, followed by the left one up on the bed. The left leg's stocking glides up in the same fashion, matching its partner on the right.

The panties are next. Black satin, they are a high leg cut hipster design with a thong back and lace trim around the waist and leg openings. . She slides them up her legs, the soft fabric gliding deliciously across the stockings. A few back and forth adjustments get the underwear to seat correctly. At first glance, the front is kind of plain. Black satin with some lacy fringe, and a row of small bows leading from just below her belly button straight downward. What is not evident at that first glance is that they are crotchless. The bows hold the two halves together. She was going to let him find that out for himself. Perhaps he'd undo those bows with his teeth just prior to glimpsing her gloriously naked womanhood?

A gartered waist cincher follows. It takes a lot of wiggling back and forth to get it up over her thighs and hips. By its very nature, it is a snug garment. Once in place, it rides just above the waistline of the panties, up to her ribcage. It is not a very long one. She had chosen it because of its matchup with how the other garments in her ensemble rode on her. Selecting matched pieces from the Lesmith Collection at Agent Voyeur guaranteed her that they would go well together, patterns, materials and overall appeal assured. Careful attention to detail ensured there was no overlap, no bunching, no double layers of cloth standing in his way. Six wide garter straps hang from its lower edge, the chrome metal of the clasps contrasting with the black color of the rest of the garment. Indeed, everything she is putting on at this stage is completely black, except for the stockings themselves. 

Starting on her right side, the front and side garters are easy to attach to the stocking's band. As usual, the back one is the bitch. Although she has to do it by feel alone, her practiced hands quickly get it secured. Repeating the process on her left side, she quickly has all six clasps firmly in place. A quick turn in front of the mirror verifies that the back garters are perfectly placed in line with the back seams of the hose.

While some women view putting these garments on as a chore (and some absolutely hate to do it), she looks forward to this part of the sexual experience. She loves the feel of silk, satin, and nylon sliding across her skin. Rubbing her stocking clad legs together is a wonderfully sensual experience. She loves the way she looks in these undergarments, loves the sexy aura that surrounds her when she is dressed for bed. Not to mention the sexual tension that builds up while she puts these on for him. Anticipation, baby ...

Next comes the bra. Choosing the easier, but decidedly un-sexy approach, she fastens the hooks in front of her, and then spins it around to put the cups under her breasts. Slipping her arms through the straps, she pulls the cups up and over her mounds. Again catching a look in the mirror, she nods her agreement. At first glance, the bra seems to be a bit 'tame' for the coming encounter. The cups give her full frontal coverage. No cleavage showing, no low cut tease from this one. The cup material is a see through lace. The pale whiteness of her breasts and pink nipples are visible through the cups, semi hidden as if behind a veil. Perfect. He will be a bit perplexed when he first sees it, she believes.

Looks are deceiving, certainly. He loves to suck her tits. That is a fact. It is also fact that she loves it when he sucks them. One day while out with a friend on a shopping trip, she got an idea. The friend had recently had a baby. In the mall's food court, the friend had opened up her shirt, dropped the maternity bra's cup on one of her breasts, and the child immediately locked on for a drink. Instead of being put off by this public show of intimacy, an idea formed in her fertile mind.

An internet search had produced what she was looking for – a sexy nursing bra. When it arrived, she was disappointed. The picture of it indicated it was the see through lace she wanted, but in reality it was a lace covering over a nude colored padded cup. Rather than admit defeat, she had very carefully cut out the pad, leaving only the lace and the structure of the bra itself. The results were beautiful ... at least in her opinion. He would either love it or hate it. Such things were difficult to predict when the brain in the smaller of his two heads was in charge.

A quick 360 in front of the mirror confirms that everything so far is in its proper place. She congratulates herself on her choices, quite a stunning sight. Even without her heels on, her figure was beautiful. She certainly wasn't some bone thin supermodel, nor did she want to be. However, her womanly curves made for a striking pose, and seemed to please all of her partners ... him especially.

Back into the bathroom, she puts her hair up in the proper GI style. A tight bun, then topped off with the white and navy uniform cap. A couple of bobbie pins to hold it in place, a small sideways adjustment, and it's done. 

Back to the bed, and the white long sleeve shirt is next. It buttons all the way up to her throat. Following is the tie (which, even after all these years, is still a bitch to get on correctly). 

Stepping into the dark skirt, she pulls it up and over her undies. Pulling up the side mounted zipper, it settles into place. Sitting in the chair by the window, she dons her shoes. Decidedly not government style, they are black, open toed five inch pumps. Straps find their way around her ankles, where she buckles them tightly into place. Long ago she had learned that if she was wearing heels to bed, they had to have straps or some other means of making sure they didn't come off by accident, clobbering her partner (or worse, stabbing him with the sharp metal spikes at the tip of the heel). These would not be fun to walk around in, but she wasn't planning on doing much walking in the coming hours.




Interlude 21-77



One more time to the mirror. She is mesmerized by what stares back at her. Once again, the memories flood back. The uniform certainly seems to be a lot sexier now than it did back then. Maybe it was knowing what was underneath, or anticipation of what was to come in a few minutes. In either case, she is impressed. 

Checking the clock, she sees that he's been stewing for about 35 minutes now. Enough time for him to get settled into the room, pour himself a stiff drink from the selection she had arranged for, and a few minutes of impatience. Amongst his many wonderful traits, patience was not normally counted high on the list! She wonders if his dick is already hard, thinking of her. If indeed he had laid off the jerking during the past few days, his load must be letting him know that it wanted out.

Quietly, she exits 1979. Using the key card she got when checking in, she opens the door to 1977, hoping to catch him by surprise. It works. He has the music on, and is at the window wall staring down at her ship. Of course, he has no idea of her history in that regards. Maybe she will tell him all about it ... afterwards.

The tunes are just loud enough to cover her movements as she moves across the room to him. Sneaking right up behind him, her right hand slips around his waist without touching it. At just the right location, she reaches inward and softly grabs his package. As expected, he jumps, awkwardly bumping back into her. Contact broken, she just laughs at him. A bit flustered, he attempts to talk his way out of being surprised.

"Bullshit," is her reply.

Her grab had confirmed that he had indeed been thinking of her. His cock was in that wonderfully in between stage, fully engorged, but not yet rigid. Looking down, she sees that is rapidly changing. A sizable tent is starting to pitch in the front of his pants.

His initial shock subsiding, he looks her up one side and down the other. "Wow," is all he can manage to get out.

"I heard a sailor could get a good fuck here. It's been a long cruise, and I need some cock. Know someone who could do that for me?" with a quirky smile she inquires.

Not waiting for a reply, she moves up to him and pins him against the glass. Her right hand circles around his neck and pulls his lips towards hers. Her left hand finds his crotch once again. Lips touch, then part. Tongues find each other. Hungry passion takes over, mouths are pushed hard against each other. As their tongues dance around, caressing each other's wetness, her digits squeeze his shaft. Soft moans escape from both of them as instinct takes over. Fingers cup his balls, and gently squeeze. Heads move side to side, fighting to get closer to each other.

His right hand reaches up towards her left breast. She swats it away, then resumes rubbing his member through his pants. She wants him to grasp her mounds, but puts that off to give him one more little surprise.

Breaking contact, he looks down slightly into her eyes. He just gazes at her for a moment, taking in her beauty. How he could have ever let her out of his life so many years ago, he will never know.

"Hey sailor, you want Number One Fuck? I love you long time," he slides into his part of this little act with a terrible faked Asian accent.

Laughing at him, she moves him over to the overstuffed chair. It is the mate of the time machine she had spent some quality minutes in over in 1979. Its back is to the window wall. She backs him to it, but not so far as to cause him to sit. Not yet.

Nuzzling up to his left ear, she whispers, "I'm gonna suck your cock."

Dropping to her knees in front of him, she unbuttons the uniform coat. Sliding it over her shoulders, it falls down across the back of her legs. Then she attacks his belt. Unfastening it, she then moves to the button securing his pants. Undone, then on to the zipper. Down it comes, though she is careful while it is gliding over the tent sticking out towards her face. All undone at last, she hooks her fingers inside of the waistband, and pulls then down, boxers and all, in one motion. His member almost hits her square in the eye. 

Although there is only one light on in the room, and it was in the bathroom, there is plenty of ambient light from the window coming in to make everything visible. With a little bit of surprise, she sees that he has groomed himself the way she likes. He doesn't do it often, but when he does, it really sets her off. His sac is completely shaved. As her fingers touch the bare skin, she feels the sac is tight up against his body. He's got a load, a big one, and it is ready for release. No doubt about it, there's going to be a flood of creamy white sometime soon. It will be a challenge for her to not let it cum flying out too soon. 

He's also cut the length of his public hair in half. The overall effect is to show off his manhood. His package looks even bigger when not surrounded by his normal amount of hair 'down there'.

Her red nails glide ever so gently across his nuts. He shivers at her touch. His hips move forward towards her, his cock involuntarily searching out her mouth. She avoids it, for now.

Looking up at him, she catches his eye. Both of them enjoyed eye contact as she gave him head. It was more intimate, and the sight of her eyes locked onto his as his member slides in and out of her mouth is definitely a cum inducing one.

Tilting her head to one side in order to maintain the eye contact, she moves towards him. Her tongue sticks out, and gently touches the tip. He jerks, the contact sending electrical spasms through his body. No doubt about it, she's going to have to be careful if she doesn't want him blowing his load way too soon. She didn't know how long he had kept from pleasuring himself in the past few days, but its clearly been a while since he's had a release. She will have to remember this, to make sure he doesn't let loose with a shot to her eyes.

She considers herself quite the fellatrix. Her partners over the years had complimented her on the skill with which she delivered oral satisfaction to them. Early in her sexual 'career', giving head was a chore, something that was just expected of her. However, she learned to enjoy it, taking pride and pleasure in getting her men off with her mouth and tongue. These days, there wasn't much sexually that she enjoyed more than having his cock between her lips, to have him in the palm of her hands, so to speak. It amazed her how a little blow job could turn the strongest man into a pile of quivering jelly. 

Quickly flicking her tongue lightly on the underside of his cock, she slowly makes her way down its length. His fingers dig into her hair at the sides of her cap. He maintains eye contact with her, though it takes an effort not to close his eyes and lean back to savor the pleasure radiating from the nerve endings she is teasing.

She works her way up and down his length a couple of times, tongue never stopping its rolling, twitching, teasing contact with the soft skin covering his hard shaft. 

On her third trip back to his tip, she pulls around to the front. The tip of her tongue works its way into the tip of his cock, penetrating his opening ever so slightly. Then, she swirls all the way around his mushroom head, tickling the sensitive edge all the way around. She loved the shape of his head, so functional yet so well proportioned. It was truly fashioned by nature just to penetrate her openings. And penetrate it will ... multiple times tonight, unless she lets him go off prematurely.

She gives up trying to maintain eye contact, and takes the plunge. Opening wide, she slowly slides down onto him. His head slides back along her tongue, the width moving against the top of her mouth. She long ago had conquered the gag reflex, so there is no problem as his length continues to enter. All the way down, she buries his entire length inside, pushing her nose against his public bone. She can't keep that position long, and has to back off for some air. Then back down she goes. She knows he loves to watch her deep throat his cock, how powerful a turn on it is for him to see himself completely disappear inside of her mouth.

Five times she goes down completely on him. Then, she starts making short, rapid bobs up and down on his head. Her lips tighten, gripping his head as it slides in and out. His knees buckle slightly, and his legs brace themselves against the chair. His hips start to move back and forth, enhancing the rapid jerking motion. Her right hand reaches up and cradles his sac, as much to gauge the state of his impending orgasm as to give him additional pleasure.

She feels his balls move under her fingers, a sure sign he's ready to blow. She catches a taste of salty precum, another sign. Realizing she has just moments before losing control of his cock, she backs off completely. 

A frustrated moan escapes him. "Not yet, lover. You've got a long way to go before we're going to let you shoot the load you've got in there," she announces.

Rising up off the floor, her hands find the buttons to his shirt, and quickly undo them. Pushing it off his shoulders, she finally has him naked before her. Although she has seen him many times, her eyes take him in once again. Broad shoulders, trim but not overly muscled, just a tiny bit of belly, and a manly tuft of chest hair. Her hands slide up his chest, feeling the muscles and hair. God, how she loved doing that.

Pushing him back, she forces him to take a seat. Her hands slide down her thighs, and hook underneath the bottom of her knee length skirt. Slowly, she pulls the skirt up. A couple of inches at a time, his eyes take in the delicious sight of her stoking clad thighs being unmasked. When she gets to the bottom of the stocking bands, she stops, then moves forward. She moves up onto the chair, knees sliding to the outside of his thighs. Stopping a few inches from his face, her fingers leave the skirt and find the tie around her neck.. She removes it, not trusting him to figure out how to take off the unfamiliar piece without strangling her in the process.

The buttons securing the cuffs on the long sleeves are unfastened. Then, starting at the top button, her fingers undo the fasteners on her white uniform shirt. Pulling the tail out from the skirt, she lets the white fabric hang in place for a moment, giving him just a tiny peak at what is underneath. He sees the black lace, but not much more. With a shrug of her shoulders, the shirt falls off, joining his on the floor beneath them.

She inches closer to him, lace covered breasts a mere inches from his waiting mouth. 

"Do you like my bra?" she coyly asks.

"Uh, the lace is pretty, but it's kind of plain. At least for you, its kind of plain, don't you think?" is his weak reply.

Even as his last words come forth, her right fingers have reached up to the base of the right cup's strap. With a slow movement, she slides the hook on the top of the cup out of its retainer. Slowly, ever so slowly, she pulls the cup downward, exposing the milky flesh beneath. His eyes widen at the sight.

With a final tug to get the cup over her nipple, she releases the lace panel and it falls, lightly brushing her belly as it comes to rest there. Mesmerized, he doesn't move. Feeling a wave of motherly instinct, tinged with raw sexual heat, wash over her, she places her hands around his head and pulls him towards her.

"Oh God, that is beautiful," he manages to get out before his lips come in contact with her still soft, puffy nipple. A small gift to him, she has managed to keep him from teasing her tit so far on purpose. Something he seemed to enjoy very much was to feel her soft, pink, unexcited areola beneath his fingers and in his mouth. The sensation of having her harden while in his mouth was a fleeting, though very arousing one for him. It didn't happen often, for in most cases her nips had been excited before he ever started to suckle. They were very sensitive, and catching them 'off guard' usually didn't happen unless he attacked them while she slept. She knew his joy, in a manner of speaking, for she thoroughly enjoyed taking his cock in her mouth when it was soft or semi-rigid. To feel it fill, expand, and harden while her tongue was working it over was special, a reward for her efforts.

Tongue lightly grazes the tip of her right nipple. She can see that it is already starting to harden. Her hands pull him into her breast. His mouth hungrily opens wide, taking in nipple, areola, and a good portion of the surrounding mound. He's got to have at least a quarter of her breast between his lips. He sucks hard. If she wasn't sexually aroused, his efforts would be painful. He is working her over that forcefully. As hot as she was, however, it is just more fuel to the fire. Her fingers run through his hair, she pushes her chest forward into his face, burying him. He nibbles, sucks, slurps, and tongue teases her mammary.

He has to force himself back from her grasp just to get a breath of air, then moves back in. In the back of her mind, she wishes she was lactating right now. Giving him her milk would be so intimate, so exciting. Oh well, she had no complaints right at the moment.

He had attacked her right tit so hard it was starting to get uncomfortable. Grabbing a fistful of hair, she pulls him off of it. Using her left hand, she drops the cup on the other breast, and releases his hair. Like a baby, he quickly attaches to the left nipple. No such luck with the soft and puffy trick now. She is fully excited, and the left one is as hard as could get.

His hands circle around her waist, and pull her in further. His mouth has a good quarter of her tit's mass in it, sucking hard. Hands circle down around her ass cheeks and start kneading them, squeezing their soft masses. He alternately pushes them together and pulls them apart, giving them a hard massage. Hands slide down across the back, tracing the rear garters down to the bands of the stockings. He pauses at the lace, then continues to slide down the back of her thighs, following the back seams down her smooth fabric covered legs. His reach bottoms out just above her knees. He could go lower, but it would require breaking contact with the mammary he's locked onto, no way that's going to happen yet.

Hands slide back up. He reaches her cheeks again. His right index finger hooks the thong buried between the mounds, and twists it. The fabric of her panties is pulled against her pussy, sliding over her already engorged lips. A soft moan escapes her lips as this new sensation joins the others coursing through her body.

As nice as this was, there were other areas of her body she wants him to move onto. Her pussy is beginning to complain to her about the lack of attention. 

Disengaging herself from his hands and mouth, she stands in front of him. Moving back a foot or so, her hands find the zipper on the side of her skirt. Slowly she moves it downward. When it reaches the bottom of its travel, she turns her back to him. There is plenty of light coming in from the window wall to give him a perfect view of her body. Her hands slide the skirt down over her hips. As she moves it lower, she bends at the waist. When she reaches her ankles, his view is of her ass, the thin line of the thong separating her cheeks, the garters stretching down to the stocking tops, and of course the stockings going all the way down. Holding the position, she slides her hands up the inside of her thighs, making sure he can see what they are doing. Her right hand finds her mound. Her middle finger extends towards him, and rubs the material over her pussy from front to back. Dropping it away just a little bit, she motions with that middle finger for him to come closer.

He starts to move towards her. He is thinking of burying his face between her cheeks. However, she straightens up and walks over to the bed. Sitting on its edge, she uses that same middle finger to motion him over to her.

He knows he's being teased, but there is no way he's going to complain. He's enjoying the little game, and she knows he is enjoying it. He walks over to join her, thinking its time for him to get on top and control this tryst.

With a quick movement, she grabs his wrist, pulls, and before he knows it he's flat on his back on the bed. The uniform isn't he only thing she remembers from the Navy. She was quite good in the self defense courses, regularly embarrassing 'the boys' who took her too lightly. She's on top of him, straddling his torso. Looking down at him with a devious smile, she quickly moves up towards his head. She pins him upper arms away from his body by resting on her haunches, arms caught between her ankles and knees. The natural gap between them created by this position is enough to keep him from moving, but without causing him much discomfort. 

Looking straight down between her tits, she sees his face from the nose up. From there down is hidden by her black satin covered pubic mound. She arches an eyebrow, sticks her tongue out a little and wiggles it at him, and then chuckles. He looks back with a seriously confused expression.

Still smiling, she reaches down and unties the top bow on her panties. "Your turn," she then instructs.

Her legs spread apart, lowering her still covered pussy towards his face. Once in range, he's figured out his task. Stretching his neck a bit, his mouth moves towards the second bow from the top. Clasping on end of it with his teeth, he leans back. The knot slips, and the bow is undone. The next bow down is a little easier to get to. The fourth, and last, is closest to him, in range without any stretching at all. Once it is opened, he moves his head upward, trying to force his way through the two halves of the panties, to move them aside so he can taste his target.

Her legs close, raising her pussy back up over him, out of reach. 

"Bitch," he playfully calls out.

"Careful, fucker. Follow my rules, or that is as close to heaven as you're going to get tonight," she fires back, followed by an evil little chuckle.

Its time to reveal her pussy's little surprise. Both hands slide down over the waist cincher. Down across the satin front panels of the panties. Reaching about halfway down, she hooks her index fingers into the side panels, and slowly pulls them apart. Centimeter by centimeter her naked mound is exposed. His eyes widen, and a big grin appears on his face. When the panels are wide open, her fingers return to the center once again. Pulling back again, she opens her lips for his gaze. 

Her fingers feel the wetness that is already present. She is so wet right now, surprised that drops aren't falling down onto his face. Lips held wide open by her middle fingers, her right index finger finds her clit. Slowly she teases it, frigging it just out of his reach. 

"Please ..." is all he can manage to get out.

Taking pity on him, she widens her stance again. Her pussy glides down, lowering towards him. She takes careful aim, and puts her clit right onto the tip of his nose. He gets cute and pulls a Bewitched on her, wiggling his nose to tease her pleasure button.

His efforts shoot a current straight to the pleasure center of her brain. Without thought, she mashes her clit against his nose, and starts to grind herself on him. His tongue shoots out, and slips its way between her moist, swollen lips. Nose frigging her clit, the tip of the tongue darts its way up and down the sensitive area between the love button and her opening. Arching his head back just a bit, he finds his way inside of her tunnel. The audible gasp she releases at first causes him to think something is wrong, but the increased speed of her hip's gyrations tells him otherwise.

"Damn, don't stop. Don't stop," she implores.

Her fingers find the tips of her breasts, and tweak them both hard. The pain/pleasure firing through them is enough to send her over the edge. Warmth starts at her pussy, and radiates outward throughout her body. Her teeth clench. Breath becomes rapid, and then stops as the spasms rock her. Her head falls back, eyes closed. Her pelvis thrusts out, smashing her womanhood down onto his face. He responds by flicking his tongue as fast as he can against her sensitive area.




Interlude 21-77



After about 20 seconds, relaxation starts to take hold. She collapses forward, her pussy is still hovering above him but mercifully (for the sake of him being able to breathe) is a few inches up off of his face. He raises his head, and flicks her clit once more. An almost violent spasm shakes her from head to toe. Her breathing is heavy, as she tries to catch her air. His breath matches, trying to recover from his efforts to bring her to orgasm, coupled with a distinct lack of oxygen during part of the process!

She gathers enough composure to roll off to his left side, freeing him. Not that he objects to being under such wonderful restraint, but being able to move his arms once again is welcome.

Knowing that she will flirt with sleep, especially after such an intense orgasm, he knows that he must take the initiative or be left with a severe case of blue balls for the rest of the evening. 

Gently, he rolls her over onto her stomach. Rising to his knees, he grabs one of the overstuffed pillows from the head of the bed. His fingers find the crack of her ass, and slide up. Hooking underneath the bottom of the waist cincher, he tugs upwards on it, giving her an unspoken command. Responding, she raises her hips up off the bed, allowing him to push the pillow underneath. She then settles back down to the soft surface of the bed, but her ass is sticking up about 5 inches higher in the air than it was before. He looks at his handiwork and smiles. What a target!

She knows he loves taking her from behind. Doin' the dog, bending her over some furniture, pushing her up against a wall, or getting in the saddle as she lies on the bed are among his favorites. Why, she didn't know for sure. Maybe it was 'the look'. Men are certainly visual creatures when it comes to sex. Maybe looking down to see her bent over, submitting to his lust is a big turn on for him. Maybe watching his cock slide between her cheeks was it. Maybe it was as simple as the different pressures given by her pussy on his cock as it slides in and out of her in those positions. Shit, maybe it was all of the above. In any case, she was happy to oblige him. She enjoyed being used by him for sexual satisfaction, enjoyed being dominated by submitting to him that way, enjoyed the traditional role of woman giving it up to her man. To say nothing about the sheer physical pleasure she felt getting the bone from behind.

He moves around on the bed to a position down between her feet. He picks up her right foot. Gently, lovingly, he undoes the strap around her ankle and slip the heel off of her foot. She had always thought, and he agreed, that her feet were one of her most attractive assets. Perfectly formed, toes beautifully groomed and perfect in every way. The skin is so soft, no trace of roughness. She took great pride in taking care of her peds. Fingers gently massage her foot and ankle. The smoothness of the stocking, the thin veil it gives to the flesh and nails underneath, is a big turn on for him. Too often their lovemaking doesn't allow him the opportunity to savor this part of her. Now, with her still glowing and on her belly, he can take his time.

He sits on his haunches between her legs, just below the knees. He places her right leg, bent at the knee, against his chest. Reaching over, he takes her left ankle, and slowly removes the heel from it. Taking both feet in his hands, he bends over and places one on each side of his face. He rubs against the stocking clad bottoms of her feet, savoring the delicious feel of the material against his skin. Hands slide up and down her calves. She doesn't mind at all, the massage is even better than what the Vietnamese dolls gave her yesterday.

Rising up on his knees, he moves his stiff cock towards her. Holding her legs together, he wraps her soft calves around his member. Sliding his shaft slowly back and forth, he jerks himself using her legs. She feels what he is doing, and smiles to herself. He looks down, and sees his mushroom head and shaft appear and then disappear from between the two dark coffee colored legs. He licks his lips without thought.

His movements are slow. From previous experience, he knows that even with such smooth fabric as that on her legs, jerking off like this without lubrication was sure to leave the sensitive skin on his cock raw. 

After a couple of dozen slow strokes, he pulls her ankles apart. The rest of her legs follow, giving him a beautiful view of her inner thighs topped by her fabric and garter framed ass cheeks. Dropping down to her ankle, he starts running his tongue up the length of the inside of her left leg. Swirling the tip around in circles and butterflies, he tickles her skin while savoring the smooth stocking against his face and lips. 

Giving up on the tongue, he buries his face against her thighs, rubbing against both of their insides as he gets closer to her ass. He catches a whiff of her light muskiness, coupled with a good dose of the expensive perfume she wears for him. She knows how it excites him sexually, that combination affecting a primal area of his brain. She can always tell when he gets a good snort of it, for his efforts intensify. This time is no different.

His buries his face into the crevasse between her thighs and ass cheeks. His tongue fires out, pushing its way between the soft pillows. He moves upward, tracing his way up to the top of the crack of her ass. Backing off a bit, he blows across the path he just took. A shiver runs through her, as the wet coolness contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from her center. She relaxes her legs, allowing the thighs to part a little bit more for him.

He dives back in, tongue finding its way directly to the flower of her asshole. His hands pry apart her soft pillowy cheeks, a finger hooking the thong back and pulling it to one side, allowing him uninterrupted access. He tickles the sensitive orifice, eliciting a loud moan of appreciation from her. She relaxes against his face, willing his tongue to fuck her ass. Both of them show no hesitation or caution, for they both know her pre-sex hygiene prep is meticulous. No unpleasant surprises for him, and no worries for her about offending him.

He tongue frigs her for a couple of minutes, and then moves up. He traces a wet trail up her crack, and then he rises above her. His body slides up hers slowly. She feels his cock rubbing against her legs as he moves. His face buries itself in the nap of her neck, simultaneous with his cock pushing its way up against her pussy. Her right hand slips down between her legs, and with a slight adjustment of the panties, places his cock directly between her wet lips.

"Are you ready for me," he asks.

"Always, love. Get that thing inside of me right now, where it belongs. Its been too long."

His waist rises slightly. Her hips follow him up, presenting his cock with more of a target. He slides forward. The mushroom head slides its way between her lips, and directly into her opening. Neither of them need to guide it, their private parts fit so well together it is an automatic joining. Her pussy, even as tight as it is, offers no resistance. Her arousal has provided plenty of her natural lubrication to ease his entrance.

He eases down to lay on top of her, cock driven in as far as it will go in this position. His hands find hers, fingers intertwine. He nuzzles her neck as he starts to stroke. In and out, slowly, is accompanied by light licking leading up to her right earlobe. He doesn't have to fight her hair much, it is still bunched up under her cap. His thighs extend down to match hers, relaxing to the outside of her legs. His only real movement is from the hips, pivoting up and back to slide his member into its target repeatedly.

It is a relaxing way to fuck, kind of a nice change from some of their frenetic efforts as of late. She arches her back a little more, opening herself even further to his wet, sliding cock.

"Oh, that's good. Don't stop, please," comes from her softly.

His hips start rotating a bit to accompany his thrusts, moving his cock against the sides of her pussy as well as sliding in and out. His breathing deepens, and she can sense that he is starting to build towards an orgasm. Not wanting this to end so soon, she clenches her ass cheeks tightly together, signaling him to slow down.

Rather that cooperate, he speeds up. It's clear to her that he wants to finish, but that's just not gonna happen yet. She's not done with him.

Pulling her right leg up towards her body, she rolls onto her left side. He finally gets the message and pulls up off of her. Rather than roll all the way over, she stops on her left side. Her right leg is up at a 90 degree angle to her body, while the left one remains extended towards the foot of the bed. Her right hand finds her hip, and slides down her ass cheek. Grasping the pale flesh, she pulls it up a bit, fully exposing her pussy for him. 

With a smile, he takes the hint and moves up. Straddling her left thigh, he places his head against her lips. Moving forward a bit, it disappears inside once again. Her right leg is raised a little, and rests on top of his right thigh. He's mounted her in three legged dog style, balls sliding across the inside of her stocking clad left thigh as he thrusts in and out. 

The cups of her bra hang open, tits bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts. They are doing some serious jiggling in this position, giving him quite a visual turn on. The nipples travel up and down, her masses moving live waves breaking back and forth across the shore.

She extends her right leg up in the air, resting it against his chest. His arms wrap around her leg, savoring the soft fabric. His lips find her ankle, and he starts kissing her foot. Rubbing his face against her foot, he is clearly enjoying the smooth fabric as it caresses his skin. 

Thrusts become stronger. Her breasts move sharply each time he bottoms out. Her right hand finds her clit, middle finger tickling her button.

His eyes close, and his moans become a bit louder. She knows he is going to explode soon, and that she's not going to be able to stop him this time. With the realization, she decides to crank him up.

"Come on, fucker. Drive that dick into me. I want it, give me more of it."

"Are you ready to cum, fucker? Ready? You want to fill me up with your cum, don't you?"

He is not able to answer with anything but a nod. Eyes still closed, his hips ram his shaft forward. She sees his face start to contort, and knows its time. 

Pulling against her leg for leverage, he jams his cock into her one last time, burying it inside as far as it will go. She feels his first spasm, followed quickly by what seems like an endless series of spurts. She can feel each jet as it exits him and enters her. Her pussy is filling up quickly with his seed. He absolutely had laid off the jacking for a few days, she muses to herself. This is one of his bigger loads, that's for certain.

She alternately grips and releases his cock with her internal muscles, milking his member as he cums. Frigging her clit furiously, she catches up with him and cums. It wasn't one of her 'earth rattlers', but getting it while seeing his face while he was cumming was very satisfying.

Finally, he starts to relax, and releases his death grip on her right leg. She relaxes it, allowing it to rest once again on top of his right thigh. He collapses forward onto her, lips finding hers. A bit of tongue play, and then he rolls off to one side. She doesn't blame him, in fact its kind of nice to be able to roll onto her back to catch her breath.

Her right hand slides downward, finding her bare cunt. Not surprisingly, it is covered with his seed. Must be quite a wet spot on the bed underneath them, but she doesn't give a crap. Might be a different story in the morning, but for now, there's no way she's going to mess with 'the glow'. With a bit of amusement, she realizes that her cap is still in place. What a sight she must make (if anyone was there to see it) ... flat on her back, breasts framed by the open cups of her bra, legs slightly spread, copious amounts of semen covering her pussy and the sides of her panties. Not to mention what is slowly seeping out of her. All topped off by her very proper looking Navy cover. She smiles, thinking about what her old 'shipmates' would think if they saw her right now.

Looking at her lying on her back, nipples reaching for the sky silhouetted by the city lights, he is struck by her beauty. Her sexual appetite was something he admired, and certainly enjoyed participating in. The variety and plain hotness of their romps was something people read about, not actually participated in. He wonders if it is time to ask her to take their relationship to a more 'permanent' level. He had thought about popping the question before, but had not for fear she might not want to. Worse, she might be scared off completely and disappear from his life once again. How was he going to broach the subject, to test the waters, so to speak?

Lying on her back, breath still heavy, she floats in bliss. The warmth of afterglow is still strong, her womanhood still buzzing from its workout. Eyes closed, she wonders (not for the first time) whether they should take their relationship to the next step. The idea of marrying this man seemed a no-brainer on the surface. She loved him, though they rarely spoke the word. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. Worries abound, however. Would marriage spoil what they had? Would he even want it? Would he run away if confronted by the prospect? She didn't want to lose him from her life again. How could she bring up the subject, to gauge his thoughts, without risking what they had?

He breaks the silence, but for a far less heavy subject. "So, sailor. Coming back to port anytime soon?"

"I think the sailor has made her last voyage. I wonder if I can unload this stuff on epay, or something," she counters.

"That's a shame. I was thinking that it would make a great Halloween costume. Besides, I was kind of hoping to see you in it with your buddy sometime."

Her first instinct is to fire back a smart ass comment, but she holds off. The thought of being with her friend Sara again, sexually, was pleasing. Though they hadn't exactly done the lesbian thing, they had come pretty damn close. The thought of playing sailor again, with her this time, was well worth considering. Her last thought before drifting off is wondering how it would be like to pin Sara down to the bed like she had done to him. How delicious would it be to look down between her tits and see her friend's face and mass of blonde hair undoing those bows?



Interlude 22-77



Twenty Two

One of her 'more important' clients had received a rather large landfall, in no small part to her advice. As thanks, he offered to let her use 'his boat' for a few days. Not quite sure what 'boat' meant, she had politely declined. However, her curiosity got the best of her, as it is prone to do, and she called him to inquire further.

Turns out the 'boat' was an 80 foot tri-maran, based out of one of the more secluded islands near the US Virgin Islands chain. He kept a professional crew on board constantly, so it was immediately ready whenever he got a whim to fly down. Or, as in this case, he wanted to loan it out.

"All you have to do is show up, and they'll take you anywhere you want to go, do whatever you wish to do. You can even take that boyfriend of yours, if you wish," he had offered.

After thanking him and getting the details of who to contact, she hung up and wondered aloud "How the fuck did he know I was seeing someone?" Office gossip, no doubt, though she would have to be a bit more careful who she bragged about him to.

Five weeks later, after quite a few phone calls, some coordination with him to figure out timing, a flight to Miami followed by a couple of puddle jumpers, and a hop with a suicidal taxi driver, she is standing on a pier looking out over a small harbor. She dials the number she had been given on her phone, and tells the female voice on the other end that she had arrived. She is asked to sit tight for a few minutes, then look for a motor launch to pull up for her.

7 minutes later, she watches as a RIB pulls up alongside the pier. A gorgeous dirty blonde jumps up and out, tying the small craft up. She watches the blonde as she walks directly over.

"Hi there. You must be for the Sassy Bitch?" the young woman asks.

"I beg your pardon?" she blurts out, not quite sure what to make of what the blonde has just said.

"Oh, sorry. That's the name of our boat. Guess they didn't tell you that, huh? The name's BJ, by the way."

"No, no one mentioned it. How did you know it was me?" she inquires, honestly wondering how the young woman picked her out so fast.

BJ makes a show of looking around, then quips "Are you kidding?"

Following BJ's lead, a quick glance around her makes it abundantly clear that she sticks out like a sore thumb. It's obvious she is the only 'outsider' on this pier, from the amount of clothing she has on down to the slightly pale tint to her skin.

"Hmmm. I see your point. Gonna have to work on my tan a bit, it seems."

BJ chuckles a bit, picks up one of her bags, and turns to walk back to the RIB.

Admiring the shapely ass swaying in front of her, she shakes her head. A blonde, named BJ, wearing a bright red bikini whose number of square inches of fabric could be counted on the fingers of one hand, in the middle of a tropical paradise. This was certainly starting off nicely.

The short ride out to the Sassy Bitch is smooth, the harbor's water is like glass even at mid-day. BJ handled the little craft well, and has no trouble pulling it up to the stern of the tri-maran. Her guide takes her to the wheelhouse, and asks her to wait there just a minute. After two minutes, BJ returns with two others in tow.

"Welcome to the Sassy Bitch. My name is Jenna, I'm her Captain."

The brunette who is addressing her is beautiful. About 5 feet eight, Jenna's hair is dark brown with a hint of reddish highlights, and cut short. Wearing a Navy blue bikini bottom, the Captain's top is a thin, loose fitting white shirt, unbuttoned and tied high on her waist. The open area between the shirt's halves make it obvious that she's not wearing the bikini's matching top half underneath. The Captain's epulettes on her shoulders stand out, as do her nipples. The white cotton does a poor job of covering them. It is difficult to look the Captain in the eyes, with two tight, brownish colored nips stretching against the thin material.

"Hi, thanks. Sassy Bitch?" she asks, hoping to get an explanation for the name.

"Oh, that's what the Boss decided to name her. I think it had something to do with one of his ex-wives," came Jenna's off hand explanation. 

The Captain points toward her assembled crew. "You've met Bailey Jo, BJ for short. She's our Entertainment Coordinator. In a nutshell, she's the primary person responsible for keeping you happy while you are with us. And yes, the name has more than one meaning."

Instantly she wonders if one of those meanings is the most obvious one. Bailey Jo is simply a stunning young lady. Maybe and inch or so shorter than she was, her long blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The tiny bikini did very little to cover her large tits. From the way she had seen them jiggle while BJ walked, it was obvious they were not silicon balloons. The nipples strain against the thin red wedges of material covering them. It is certainly not cold, but BJ's tips look like it is about 20 degrees outside. The large puffy areola stand out from the masses of her breasts, their profiles easy to discern with a quick glance, the edges peeking out from the red material.

Rivaling her breasts as center of attention is her beautiful ass. Pleasingly rounded, it fits perfectly with her womanly hips. The girl must give one hell of a ride to any man lucky enough to hop in the saddle, she muses to herself. All in all, she is reminded of her girlfriend Sara as she takes another look at BJ.

The blonde doesn't say anything to her, just smiles and gives a little flirty wave.

Captain Jenna continues, "And here we have JD. JD is our resident Chef, Mechanic, and Chief Security Officer."

The man who steps forward takes her breath away. He's about six two, and ripped like an ad for a steroid manufacturer. What is not covered by the shorts he is wearing is bronze, tanned by who knows how many hours in the tropics. His close cropped hair was light brown, framing a face that had movie star looks surrounding piercing blue eyes. She instantly pegs him for ex-Navy. While giving him a good look over (and trying not to be too obvious about it), she notices the small trident inked onto his left forearm. That explained the quip about security!

Her roving eyes are captured and fixate just below his beltline. The loose floppy shorts cannot hide the bulge located there. This guy has got to be hung like a horse, she thinks to herself, quickly pulling her eyes back up towards his face. He is smiling, no doubt having caught her staring.

"Pleasure to have you on board, ma'am. Anything I can do for you, anything at all, you just let me know. Oh, by the way, if you have any menu requests, let me know and I'll see what we can do. Be forewarned, however. There ain't no McDonald's out here!" JD's introduction is exactly what she'd expect from him, given his appearance. She doesn't know whether to read anything into the "anything at all" part of his comments. A girl can hope, can't she?

She answers his query, "I'd die for some fresh fish, if you can manage."

He smiles, and replies with an affirmative smile, "My specialty, ma'am. I picked up a fresh grouper off a local fisherman just before you got here. I'll see how cooperative it is for dinner."

Jenna addresses her crew, "OK, troops, back to work. We've got to get out of here." At that, BJ and JD turn and leave, presumably to their getting underway chores.

Turning to face her directly, Jenna continues. "The three of us are here for your enjoyment. The only thing that takes precedent is safety. Safety of the boat first, your safety and our safety second. If we ask you to do something and we sound serious, please don't hesitate to do it. We've never lost anyone or had a serious injury, and I don't intend for you to be the first. I presume you'd agree?" the Captain asks with another smile.

"Oh yeah. I don't want to become shark bait this week."

More from the Captain, "You may see us acting affectionate towards each other. We like to have fun amongst ourselves, and that includes fucking our brains out now and then. Kind of keeps things loose."

She is a little taken aback by Jenna's comment and frankness, but is getting more curious. 

Seeing the puzzled look on her face, the brunette tries to clarify. "We don't have relationships with each other, other than just having some physical fun. Of course, since we are here for your service, if you should feel 'the need for speed' with any of the three of us, I don't think you will find any refusals. Now, we're not hookers, or anything like that. Who we choose to get busy with is up to us, it is not part of our job description. The boss is fine with that."

"I am sure you noticed I mentioned all three of us. Let me explain that one a bit. You see, BJ's bisexual. She likes guys and gals, pretty much equally. JD's as straight as they come, strictly into pussy. Besides, with his cock, if he tried to screw a guy in the ass he'd split the poor bastard in two!" Captain Jenna chuckles at her own joke, while she shivers a little at the horrid image of some poor twink impaled on that monster.

The Captain leans forward towards her, allowing the white fabric of the blouse to drop away from her breasts, baring them to here gaze. "Me, well I guess I am what you'd call a lesbian. I like women. I will partake of a cock every now and then, just for variety and if I am feeling it. However, I really enjoy the sexual company of beautiful women."

"And, you are one beautiful lady."

Before she can even begin to formulate a response to the blatant come on, Jenna cuts her short.

"OK, well relax, go change into something much more comfortable, and enjoy the view while we get 'The Bitch' out of this harbor." With that, Jenna turns and departs the cabin.

5 hours later, something that sounds suspiciously like a dinner bell rings out on the intercom, followed by BJ's invitation. "Come and get it, or we'll eat it all ourselves," followed by one of her short giggles.

The dinner area is comfortable, with space for maybe 10 people comfortably. It is clearly built for entertaining a small party in luxury. She is semi-surprised, but happy that the 3 crewmembers join her to partake of JD's efforts. It was going to be a lonely meal, no matter how good it was, if she was sitting in there by herself. Not to worry. JD had prepared the grouper in three different ways, with a couple of local side dishes. Try as she might, she couldn't finish it all. It was a stupendous meal, one she would have expected at a Michelin Star rated restaurant. The wine was a curious one, and she asked Jenna about it.

"It's a local concoction, though for the life of me I don't know what they make it out of. I don't think there are any grapes grown in the VI," the Captain had explained.

The beverage was light, very fruity, and had about 3 times more alcohol in it than an ordinary wine. Her head was floating after a couple of glasses.

BJ looks at her and suggests, "Why don't you go up to the bar level? The sunset will be gorgeous, and there's plenty of that up there." The blonde points at the empty wine bottle on the table. "We'll take care of this stuff, you just relax."

Not one to argue with such fine hosts, she slides the glass door open, and finds her way up the short ladder to the open lounge area just above where they had just eaten.

The lounge is a covered, open air area. Surrounded on three sides by large, overstuffed white leather (not vinyl, thank you very much) sofas. The open end, facing forward, is where an extensive wet bar is located. The view is spectacular, accented by low, soft lighting.

Finding the wine is no trouble, and she tops off her glass. She's got quite a buzz going already, and has no intention of letting it fade away.

Taking a seat on one of the lounge sofas, she looks out over the water at the sun dipping behind one of the islands. The sea breeze wafts through her hair. They're doing about 8 knots, she thinks to herself. Fast enough for the cooling breeze and a gentle swaying motion, but not fast enough to be rough. After all, they weren't in a hurry to get anywhere.

After knocking down half of the bottle, she's really relaxed, and just happy as can be. "The only thing that would make this better", she thinks to herself, "is sitting on JD's cock right now".

She senses someone's presence behind her, just before hearing JD's voice, "Hey there. Anything I can do for you?"

"Damn, these people must be mind readers", she thinks as she slowly turns and looks up at him.

Not saying anything, she smiles and stands. Reaching behind her, she unties her bikini top and lets it fall to the deck. Bending over with a little less grace, she pushes her bottoms down to her knees, and lets them fall to the deck as well. Standing there in all her glory, she lets him visually drink in her body.

"Damn. You looked great in that suit, but what's underneath is just fucking gorgeous," he stammers out. 

She kneels in front of his bronzed body. Looking up, she captures his eyes. Hooking her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, she slowly starts pulling them down. She has a bit of difficulty getting them up and over his rapidly stiffening member. As the fabric slides over his cock, and continues to slide over it, and then slides over it some more she wonders just how big he really is. In a couple of seconds she finds out.

As his cock head finds freedom from the waistband's restraint, it pops out towards her face a couple of inches. He's still in that delicious state of fullness, yet not completely hard. Involuntarily, she gasps at the sight.

JD doesn't have a cock. He's got a fucking anaconda.

Mouth open in astonishment, she just stares at it. All thought of continuing removal of his shorts leaves her mind, as she literally sizes him up. This monster has got to be a full 10 inches long. And, the fucker is thick. She notices this, and concludes that there is no way her hand will come even close to being able to encircle its girth.

Looking up at him with an incredulous look, she asks "What, did the Navy give you a bionic cock or something?"

He snickers a bit, then "Yeah, I get that a lot. Sorry, no mechanical magic down there, it's all natural, 100 percent All American beef."

She quickly takes the shorts down to his ankles, and he steps out of them. Rising back up in front of him, she takes him mid-shaft in her right hand. He is now achieving a really good stiffy, and she feels the blood pulsing through it.

"I was a swabbie for a while, but never saw anything like this in the arsenal."

"The guys in the Teams were always joking with me about it, saying I should take a picture of it, post it to the internet where the ragheads would see it and label it 'Made in USA - Medium'. But, that's probably against the Geneva Convention on cruel and unusual torture of your enemy." She wonders how many girls he's said those lines to.

Her right hand attempts to wrap itself around his cock at mid shaft. Just as she thought, her fingers can't meet because of his thickness. Her mouth begins to water. She wants to taste this gorgeous piece of man meat that has been offered up for her pleasure. Pushing his mass up against his stomach, she takes a look at his boys below. Damn, his balls were bigger than hen's eggs! And, he's got a fresh manscape.

Looking up at with a quizzical look, she catches his attention. "We heard we were getting some hot stuff on board for this trip, so I had BJ give me a trim", was his answer to her unspoken question. Well, she thinks, this crew really does look after each other. 

Bending her head over slightly, she touches her tongue to his sac, marveling at the smoothness of the skin, and begins to tease his right nut. His head leans back, and she hears him let out a moan of pleasure. 

She moves her twitching tongue over him, one ball at a time. There is no way she can get them into her mouth, and she doesn't try. It wouldn't do at all to hurt him. She feels the skin of his sac move beneath her tongue in response to her wet touch. It is already tightening, pulling his boys up against his body. 

Shifting focus, her tongue finds the underside of the base of his shaft, and slowly begins its journey upward. Flicking it against his sensitive skin, she brings forth more moans from him. His hands grasp her head gently, and his hips begin a slow fore and aft movement. He is gentle, not attempting to face fuck her, but just adding some rhythm to her efforts.

The tip of her tongue traces its way around the base of his head, gently tickling it along the way. Around and around she goes, while gently massaging his boys with her left hand and slowly stroking the base of his shaft with her right. It's having her desired effect, for his head is tilted back, eyes shut, and the moans are continuous.

She shifts gears, and starts to run her rigid tongue up and down the underside of his cock while pushing it up against his belly. Slight flicks tickle the sensitive area under his head, and then back down to the base. She keeps this up for about a dozen round trips, varying the speed. She feels his legs quiver, knowing he is enjoying her work.

Pulling back off of him, she takes a good look. His shaft is wet with her saliva, glistening in the low cabin lights. He's not only BIG, his cock is absolutely gorgeous. It is exactly what a dick should look like. The color, the shape of the mushroom head, the throbbing veins on the side and underneath, and the way his sac hangs down from the base of the shaft. This is a rock star cock, one a porn stud would be proud to own. And here she was, working it over like a good little cocksucker.

Time to get back to work. She engulfs the head, barely managing to get the entire mushroom inside. Her tongue attacks the tip, furiously flicking away and pushing its way just a bit inside the opening. Her right hand starts to stroke him from base up to her mouth. Her left hand continues cupping his balls, gently squeezing them in time with each stroke.

Just as she tastes the first salty bit of pre-cum escaping from his cock, he gently pushes her head away. "Babe, if you keep doing that for just a bit longer, you're going to get much more than a mouthful."

She answers with a fake pout, "Well, we can't have that, can we? I've got plans for this monster of yours, and it doesn't include going limp on me just yet."

Standing, she leans her head back, and accepts his lips on hers. It's animalistic lust, not love, driving them. Neither of them have any misconceptions of what is going on, as their mouths hungrily attack each other.

He bends towards her slightly, and cups his hands beneath her ass cheeks. He easily lifts her off the floor. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist. By design or not, her pussy is resting on his rigid cock, almost as if it was a shelf supporting her weight.

Their lips meet, and return to their hungry dance. Her hips and legs flex, sliding her labia against his length. Quickly, she feels her moisture accumulate along him, easing their movements. It feels like she is riding on a baseball bat.

Rolling her hips as she glides along his length insures that her clit gets its due on each stroke. It wouldn't take much of this to make her cum. However, she wants this man inside of her, but she isn't sure if her pussy can handle him.

Whispering in his ear, she is almost embarrassed by broaching the subject. "Hey sailor. I want that cock of yours inside of me right now." She then leans her head back and looks him in the eyes. "But, JD, I don't know if I can ..."

He gives a little laugh, and then cuts her inquiry off, "It's OK, some women can't take me all the way in. I've got a trick, though."

Still holding her up by grasping her ass cheeks, he maneuvers them a few feet over to stand behind the overstuffed sofa on one end of the lounge. Relaxing his grip, he lets her drop, but just a couple of inches. Her butt finds the top of the sofa, whose cushions easily support her weight. His cock is still underneath her, pinned between her warm, wet folds and the cool leather below.




Interlude 22-77



He explains his secret, "This is how we do it. Put your hands on top of my shoulder, and then lean back a little." She complies. He pulls his waist away from her, freeing his cock from her weight. Once it comes to attention, the head is pointing a little higher than before - right at her opening.

She pivots her hips a bit, to help line him up on his target. He pushes up against her, the mushroom tip parting her wet lips. Slowly he continues forward, until the head finds the entrance to her tunnel. Looking her in the eyes again, he asks, "Ready?"

Nodding her agreement, she tries to relax, willing her pussy to open and accept his massive tool.

She gasps as the massive head pushes past her perimeter guard. Its passage is not exactly painful, but uncomfortably large. "Slowly," she implores, voice barely above a whisper.

He responds by pausing a little, and then moving further into her. A little push in, then back out, A little further in on the next stroke, then back out. He repeats this over and over, allowing her opening to gradually adjust to his girth. 

Head bent over to look at the spectacle between her legs, she is astonished that he is entering her. Never would she have thought her pussy would open wide enough to accommodate such a large tool, much less without pain. Sure enough, she was feeling his largeness, and there was resistance to him as he continued pushing slowly further into her. But, it wasn't pain exactly ... more like a feeling of being overstuffed.

She leans back further, willing herself to open further for him. He responds by unhooking her hands from his shoulders, and gently letting her lie back along the back of the furniture. The cushions are plenty wide and soft, she feels no discomfort and is fully supported. Her mind is so concentrated on what is going on in her womanhood that she has lost track of her surroundings, and couldn't care less where they were right now.

Lying on her back, his cock about two thirds of the way in, her legs are bent at the knees. His hands find the backs of her thighs, and firmly push them back up towards her torso. Spreading her wide open helps his efforts, he feels her internal muscles relax as a couple more inches slide inside. Looking down, the low light reflects off of her natural lubrication that is now coating his shaft. He smiles as his shaft slides a little further into her hairless pussy. He sees her swollen lips wrapping around him, tugging back at him as he slides back out a bit. She is so tight, even with all her wetness it will not take him long to find his release.

After a few more strokes, it is evident to both of them that she is not going to open enough for his entire length to enter. Those last couple of inches just won't go inside. Realizing this, he redirects his efforts, and starts the in and out rhythm that both bodies are crying out for. In and out, with each stroke she accepts his girth a little easier. He brings her legs together and straightens them out against his chest. Looking up at his face, she sees her ankles framing his face, which shows the contorted signs of an approaching orgasm.

His movements quicken. The slap of his thighs against the backs of hers rings out. The sweat is slick, and makes obscene smacking noises as their flesh meets and then parts again. He is pounding her hard now. Her tits sway up and down on her chest in sympathetic rhythm. Normally, she would cup her arms beneath them, so keep them from flying around so much. Not this time, waves move through her mounds, nipples suffering whiplash as they reach the limits of their travels.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he suddenly announces.

Well, she's certainly not ready for that. On his next outstroke, she clamps down hard and denies him reentrance. Her legs fall back away from him, and she not so elegantly rolls off the top of the sofa onto the cushions. "Like hell, you are," she retorts. 

Grabbing him by the wrist, she not too gently pulls hum around and pushes him down to sit on the sofa. Quickly, she straddles him, resting her pussy on the tip of his cock. She pulls his mouth to her right breast. He opens wide, and begins to suck on the nipple. Softly at first, then harder. He's got her entire areola inside of his mouth, and is gently nibbling on the tip. The slight pain she feels is delicious. His hand finds her left breast, and begins tweaking its nipple. 

She feels his cock bobbing against her clit. Pivoting her hips a bit, she slides until his head finds its way to her entrance. No hands are needed, their internal guidance systems are working perfectly. 

She wills her womanhood to open up for him. His first six inches slide into her, eliciting shudders throughout her body. Her thighs force themselves open further, and a couple more inches find their way inside. This is as far as they had been able to get while she was on her back, but its not good enough. She wants all of this fucker inside of her, and right fucking now!

Willing her thighs open even further, she feels herself open a bit more. He slides in maybe another half inch or so. Not good enough. Sensing her frustration, he decides to help out. Reaching around her waist, his right index finger finds her asshole. Quickly forcing its way just a little bit inside, the digit frigs her ass. That does the trick. She squeals and drops, jamming the rest of his massive tool into her cunt. Her clit hits his pubic bone. 

This is it. Her hips start wildly pivoting, mashing the love button against him. She feels his shaft deep, deep inside of her. No man has ever filled her like this. The warmth signaling a release comes quickly.

She leans back and looks into his eyes. "Don't stop, you fucker," she commands. Her hips roll, gyrating around his cock like a pole dancer around her prop.

Her movements change into a back and forth slide, continuing to stimulate her clit. There's no up and down, no in and out. She is impaled on his meat, and is using him to get her clit off.

She hugs his face into her chest tightly. Her movements are beyond conscious control, her sexual drive is completely in control. Her body is doing things that she could not command it to.

"I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Please, don't stop. Fuck. Here it comes," she blurts out.

He's been ready for a while, and has been waiting for her clue to let his own release begin. His hands hook over the top of her shoulders and pull her down even further onto him. Three more pivots of her hips, and it starts.

The buzzing in her clit spreads outward, engulfing her. She spasms, grabbing handfuls of his hair and threatening to pull some of it out. A moderate scream escapes her lips. Her body freezes, muscles locked. 

His cum moves up from his balls. He feels it moving up his shaft, and shivers when the glorious moment of the first drops escaping occurs. A small initial spurt is followed by a huge, forceful jet flooding her insides. If his cock was not inside of her, the resultant stream might have made it all the way across the room!

Jet after jet releases inside of her. She feels the liquid warmth, and her orgasm recharges. A new wave courses through her, not as powerful as the first, but a welcome second dose of ecstasy. 

His last few spurts occur, and his head falls back against the sofa's back cushion. His eyes are looking right at her, but they do not see her. He is fixated on the warm pleasure radiating from his cock and balls.

Her hips pivot against him once more, trying to milk the last bit of pleasure out of her second orgasm. Finally, her body gives out, and she collapses forward against his chest, head buried against his shoulder.

Both of them are breathing heavily. She feels his heart racing inside of his chest, and can feel her own beating fast, trying to replace the oxygen she just burned through.

Suddenly, she hears clapping. "What the fuck," she asks herself. Looking up, she sees BJ standing behind the sofa directly behind JD, not three feet from her. The blonde stops her clapping, and reaches out with a chilled glass of that ridiculous fruity wine.

In another place, she would have been thoroughly embarrassed. In another time, she would be furious at the intrusion. Here, right now, she just smiles, takes the glass and drains it in a few gulps. Handing the glass back to her entertainment coordinator, she seductively licks her lips at the blonde, smiles, and lays her head back down on JD's shoulder.

Their breathing starts to catch up, and slow a it. She feels him soften inside of her, though his massive cock still feels like it has her stuffed like a deer on a wall. She feels the motion of the boat once again, lulling her into that wonderful never-never land between being awake and asleep. Just before it claims her, she realizes that she got exactly what she was hoping for, followed by a wondering thought of what tomorrow might bring on this little 'love boat'.

*****

Auth note - thanks for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it.



Interlude 23-77



Twenty Three

The exertion of her encounter with JD, coupled with the outrageous fruit wine and the smooth 'motion of the ocean' as the boat slipped through the night had combined to give her one of the deepest, most relaxing sleeps she had ever enjoyed.

JD's breakfast was excellent. She wasn't sure what he had put into his scrambled eggs, but they were delicious. Sitting at the table munching on them, she had an evil thought that maybe he had put some of his 'special sauce' into them. Immediately dismissing the notion with an internal chuckle, she ponders the paradox. The thought of his cock filling her mouth with cum was intensely pleasurable, while the thought of that same substance in her eggs was kind of gross. 

Her hosts had given her a great day, filled with gorgeous views, two local village shopping stops with BJ, and a couple of hours on another charter boat doing some deep fishing. She had struck out on the sport fish, but had managed to land a 4 foot shark. With the sun starting to drop, JD took her snorkeling for dinner. They had bagged their fill of red snapper, which he promised would melt in her mouth after he got done with it.

Dinner was indeed wonderful. The snapper had been presented in both grilled and blackened dishes, with drawn butter. She ate so much it hurt, and knew it would come back to haunt her later. After cleanup, she excused herself back to her stateroom to change. She had been in her bikini all day long, and wanted to clean up and dress up a bit more for the evening.

Even though the shower is a cramped affair (bathrooms on boats didn't rate high in spaciousness), it feels nice to get the salt water and sand off and out of her body. Her hair gets a thorough washing, as do her private areas. Sand between the toes sounds romantic in song, but in practice is irritating as hell! She has no idea if anything will happen with JD tonight, but in any event it is refreshing to be totally clean. She slides on a short deep red dress, and a matching satin thong. They had found their way into her bag in anticipation of a dinner date with him. Since he wasn't here, and dinner had already occurred tonight, the garments would just have to serve as bait for later on. She chose to leave the matching bra in the bag. A desire to let her girls 'be free' added to their use as additional bait. Surely the sea breeze would cause them to come to attention, and the thin fabric of the dress was unlikely to hide the result! Turning side to side, glimpses of herself in the mirror reveal that an acceptable amount of 'side boob' was showing, courtesy of the loosely fitting arm openings. A final check of her face preparation shows her warpaint in order. She smiles as she looks down at her girls, pleased that the cleavage showing was ample, especially given their lack of external support. She gives a silent thanks that the years have been kind to her breasts, they look just as beautiful now as they did when she was a teenager, even if they were a size or so larger nowadays.

Matching red pumps with a very modest 2 inch heel rounded out the outfit, low platforms to help her from falling overboard or busting her ass due to the boat's movement. That lesson she had learned well from her time in the Navy!

She climbed back up to the darkened lounge area, and filled herself a glass of the tropical concoction. She had been hoping to run into JD up here, anxious to see if a repeat performance might be offered. Looking out over the aft end of the boat, she sees distant lights on some of the islands they are passing, reflected off the smooth water. It is almost dark, with just a hint of the disappearing daylight still visible on the western horizon. There is very little chop tonight, the boat glides through the water as if it is on an ice rink.

Turning around and looking out over the bow, her eyes adjust to the low light. Their running lights, low intensity deck lighting, and ambient light escaping from the lounge and below were enough to see pretty much everything, once her night vision got up to speed. 

At first, not trusting what she thinks she sees, a few rapid blinks are in order. She is transfixed by what come to view. Up next to the main mast is JD, naked, with his shorts around his ankles. Another naked body is kneeling in front of him. BJ's mop of blond hair is bobbing up and down, as she is obviously working on his cock. 

Simultaneously she is fascinated by the sight, and disappointed that she has been beaten to the punch.

Neither of the crew members seems to recognize that they are being observed. Either that, or they just don't care. In any case, she is mesmerized and cannot look away. Slowly sipping her cold drink, she finds herself critiquing the blonde's technique. God, the girl must have a huge mouth (in a good way) to get so much of him inside of it. There is no way she could get that much of his length in. Indeed, she thinks to herself that she would be lucky to get her lips around and over just the head.

Several minutes go by. Is it apparent that BJ's jaw muscles are well practiced, for she is not slowing down at all. Her target's hands are on top of her head, guiding but not forcing her down onto his length. Both of the young woman's hands reach around his torso, grabbing his ass cheeks as leverage to pull him to her face. They really seem to be enjoying themselves. JD is displaying quite the staying power, she thinks. Not too many men she knew could last this long under such an oral assault on their manhood!

She becomes aware of a presence behind her. It does not startle her. She guesses that they've been boarded by some pirates with really bad timing, or their Captain has joined her in the lounge.

Two feminine hands gently come to rest on the tops of her shoulders. She feels Jenna's body move in closer to her own. The twin masses of her host's breasts push up against her back. She has been expecting this to happen sometime during the excursion, just didn't know what the timing would be. Anticipation found her both wanting this to happen, and dreading it at the same time. She had never had a true lesbian experience. True enough, she and Sara had played a little bit, and there had been a couple of other instances of female flirting way in the past. But it had never come to anything really intimate. 

Ever since coming on board and hearing Jenna's not so subtle come on, she wondered how she would react if the other woman came on to her. Did she want to lie with someone of the same sex? Did she want to feel another woman's touch in areas where only men (and she herself) had ventured before? Did she want to sample the sensation of having another female's nipple in her mouth? No answer had come forth as of yet.

"Those two really enjoy putting on a show, don't they?" the other woman whispers not too far from her right ear.

"If it's an act, they're really good at it. Damn sure seem to be having a good time," she replies.

"Yeah, they're getting into it. They do this now and then to get each other's rocks off. However, they do seem to perform with a little more fervor when they've got a willing audience. Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes and no. Honestly, I was kind of hoping I'd be the one on my knees in front of him tonight," she quips back at her host.

"Well, who knows what might happen. Maybe you'll get that monster cock again, or maybe BJ will finish him off. That wouldn't be too bad, would it? I mean ... we could come up with something by ourselves, don't you think?"

With that, Jenna's hands slide down her arms, dropping off at her elbows. The Captain's hands then find their way, gently and ever so slowly, underneath her arms and slip inside the soft red material.

A sharp intake of breath, and she freezes. Time to choose. Either she submits and allows this to happen, or she has to cut it off right now. 

While her mind is debating, her body makes the decision for her. There is no way she wants this to stop. Her arms raise ever so slightly, to give Jenna's hands some more freedom to approach their goal.

The fingers slide forward and curve around underneath her breasts. Their touch on her skin is ever so slight. She feels the fingertips trace ever so lightly along the bottom curves of her mounds. Her skin flutters in response.

Eyes close, and her head leans back a bit and to the left. She wills her new partner to her sweet spot. Sure enough, she feels the other woman nuzzling the base of her neck, tongue running up the side of her neck. Damn, that feels good. It is exciting, though not the same as when he does it. It takes just a few seconds to realize that there is something about this woman's tongue that is so different than any man's she has experienced. The analytical part of her mind wonders if it could feel so different between her legs as well.

Beneath the soft red fabric, Jenna's fingers lightly trace the undersides of her fleshy mounds, eliciting another moan. Then the hands cup her breasts, and gently squeeze them. The Captain's tongue continues working its way from the base of her neck up to her right ear lobe, and then back down. 

She reaches back and grasps the other woman's hips, and pulls her body into the back of her own. She touches nothing but skin, for Jenna isn't wearing a bathing suit, or anything else for that matter. She wants to turn around and partake of this other woman, but maybe not quite yet. This feels too fucking good to interrupt.

The woman's fingertips and thumbs find the nubs of her nipples, and begin to gently squeeze and roll them. 

"Your tits feel so good. I can't believe how firm they are, and how hard your nipples are for me," Jenna whispers in her right ear. 

"I don't know ... never done this before," her response is a meek, soft protest.

"Go with it, sweetie. You are going to feel things you've never felt before. Relax and enjoy it."

Jenna's right hand abandons its breast, and slowly begins sliding down across her stomach. Ever so lightly, almost like a breeze caressing belly. As the fingertips reach the waistband of her panties, the movement stops. Then the Captain's index finger traces the waistband from side to side, and then wiggles its way underneath. The finger moves down slowly, and is followed by the rest of its mates, until the entire hand rests under the elastic.

Her body pushes back against the other woman, seeking further contact. Her left nipple is pinched harder, and the hand surrounding it contracts and squeezes the orb. Jenna's middle and ring finger split, and slide down further. Purposely missing her clit, they slide down the sides of her pussy.

The hand starts moving up and down, creating friction along the outer folds of her womanhood. The moans are constant now, and without thought her hips start grinding her ass backwards against the other woman's midsection.

All of a sudden the hand's movements stop, and it pulls away slightly. The moaning turns into a bit of a cry for attention. Then, the middle finger rests atop her clit. A deep throaty sound emanates from within, and her legs stagger a bit as the pleasure button radiates a powerful signal throughout her body.

The finger circles over her clit slowly, gently. The fingers of the other hand duplicate the movement with her left nipple. She feels her hips start to sway in rhythm. Her nails dig into Jenna's hips involuntarily, telling the Captain that the fingers' efforts are right on target.

The finger stops its motion, then pushes down, barely brushing her swollen labia. About an inch down from the clit, it pushes in, parting the lips. Her wetness is apparent to her host. Warm, wet, silky soft slickness surrounds the finger as it slides between the fleshy folds. 

Gradually, Jenna pushes down until finding the opening she's looking for. Pausing a moment, the finger then plunges inside. The Captain pinches the nipple between her fingers and rapidly darts her tongue up the right side of her neck to her earlobe. The combination of sensations buckles her knees. She falls forward towards the sofa, but her host's arms wrapped around her keeps her from falling into the furniture.

Jenna's left arm moves form her breast, and crosses her chest, pulling her tightly to her own chest. The finger retreats from inside of her pussy, and slides back up over the clit. Then, all three fingers slide down, the middle one easily parting her lips once again, while the other two pinch those lips inwards against the middle finger. Inside her tunnel the finger slides once again, while the other two, slick with her juices, rub against the outside of her cunt. In and out, up and down. Slowly at first, then increasing in speed.

Her breathing is sharp, fast, and getting louder. The moans escaping from her are loud enough to attract the attention of the other two lovers, who stop their fun momentarily to look at the two ladies locked up a few feet away.

"You're liking this, aren't you, sweetie?" Jenna asks.

"Fuck. Yeah. Fuck. Don't stop. Don't stop," is the answer, barely audible between clenched teeth.

The familiar warmth starts to expand from her womanhood, rapidly expanding across her body. The start of her orgasm is rapid. The anticipation combined with the excitement of this new experience, plus the talented hands of her host have her reaching orbit in a very short time.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming. Don't stop. Please ... Don't stop," she begs her lover.

Spurred on by the success of her efforts, Jenna speeds her right hand up. The result is almost instantaneous.

"Aaaaahhhhhh ... ," comes a squeal from between her clenched teeth. She falls forward onto the sofa, not even Jenna's powerful grip can keep her upright now. Undeterred, the Captain follow her over, the in and out strokes continuing uninterrupted.

She's on all fours on the sofa, knees on the cushions, elbows on the back, face buried in the material. Jenna's right hand continues to finger fuck her pussy, while the left one has found the curve of her left ass cheek and is caressing it. 

Waves of pleasure radiate out from her womanhood, causing every square inch of her to tingle. She hasn't felt this way in a long time. This orgasm was different. Or maybe knowing who was giving it to her was the real difference. In either case, the feelings are intense, and they are lasting longer than usual. 

Her tense muscles start to relax, she is starting to come down. Sensing this, her Captain speeds back up, pulling her to the brink once again. The first orgasm hasn't ended when the second one starts. Not quite as intense, but it collapses her flat on the sofa's cushions. The action disengages Jenna's right hand from her work. A soft moan of disappointment escapes her lips, but she is too spent to do anything but lie there. Her breathing is heavy and fast, as her body tries to catch up on the oxygen its used in the past few minutes.

"Well, lover, I guess that answers your question. You do like girls, don't you," Jenna whispers as the brunette snuggles up behind her. .

"I'm not gay, dammit," comes out a little sharper than she had intended.

"Oh, you don't have to be to enjoy this."

With that, Jenna rolls her over onto her back, and moves between her legs. Her right leg props itself onto the top of the cushion, while the left one falls off the side. She is wide open for the other woman's gaze.

"Damn, girl, your pussy is just as pretty as your tits are," the Captain quips. She opens her mouth seductively, then slides her middle finger in it. Moving it in and out acting like she was sucking a cock, Jenna slurps it noisily for a few seconds, then smiles. Removing the finger, she giggles a bit, and in a husky voice whispers "tastes pretty fucking good too."

Jenna's mouth dives straight down towards her pussy, now spread wide open. Deciding to help her Captain out a bit, both hands reach down. Using her index fingers, she pins her labia down and spreads them outward, opening herself up even further. Not needing anymore invitation, the brunette's tongue quickly finds the clit.

Slowly at first, the tip of the tongue circles around the little love button. A sharp gasp escapes. Fuck, she thinks to herself, I can't believe this is happening. Looking down, she sees this woman eating her pussy, a stranger until yesterday, hungrily attacking her womanhood. The analytical part of her mind wonders if this indeed makes her a lesbian, while the part of her that is enjoying the hell out of it screams 'Sometimes you just got to say Fuck It'.

Jenna is on her belly, propped up on her elbows, face buried in pussy, furiously attacking it with her tongue. The brunette looks up at her lover, over her mound and thin pubic landing strip. Head tilted back, her guest is obviously enjoying the attention. Jenna thinks to herself "Sometimes the side perks with this job are pretty damned good,"

Lips pinch her outer lips, and massage them as the tongue teases them side to side. Then, a long full pass up and down the entire length of her slit. Then, side to side wiggling of the tip as it works its way between the labia towards the entrance to her tunnel.

Pulling back just a bit, Jenna sticks her tongue out as far as it will go, tensing it so it is as hard as possible. Then, it plunges down into her hole. It can't go far, certainly not as far as a finger or a cock, but the effect takes her breath away. Fingers move from her own labia, and entangle themselves in the head of brown hair that is currently driving her half insane with pleasure.

Without conscious thought, she pulls Jenna's face into her crotch even harder than it was. The brunette angles her face a bit, so that she can breathe while still servicing her guest. Her legs wrap themselves around the Captain's shoulders, while her hips start a rhythmic face fuck. Jenna couldn't get out of the deathgrip she's now caught it, even if she wanted to.

With a shudder, another orgasm starts flooding over her. Not as intense as the first one, but still enough cause a slight scream of pleasure to escape. 

Unnoticed and forgotten by both of the women, the other two crew members hear the commotion. Disentangling cock from mouth, JD and BJ knowingly smile at each other, and they quietly move over towards the lounge area to observe. What they see is their guest, all four limbs askew, motionless except for her chest heaving up and down sucking in air. Between her legs, Jenna looks up at them while her right middle finger slowly slides in and out of the wet, very slick pussy a few inches in front of her face. The Captain winks at them, then seductively runs her tongue around her lips.

Jenna continues her slow finger fuck, while caressing her right breast, for a couple of minutes as she recovers. No words pass, and with eyes closed she is unaware that the two of them now have an audience.

The Captain rises up on all fours, and moves up her body, knee coming to rest against pussy. Opening her eyes, she sees the brunette looking down at her with a smile. Then, the mouth opens in a more seductive shape, and lips descend to contact her own. Responding, her own mouth opens, lips seal to lips, tongue meets tongue in a passionate dance. She tastes herself on the other woman's lips. Of course, she was used to the taste from her own masturbation forays, and certainly on him after he had eaten her out on many occasions. But, this was different. Kissing a woman was, well different. Not better, not worse ... just different. Tasting herself on that woman, well, was very different. And pleasurable. Very fucking pleasurable.

The lip lock continues. Her fingers find the brunette's tits as they hang down above her. Pinching the nipples, she feels the smallish areola harden quickly. Taking the hint, Jenna moves up a bit more, positioning her left breast so that it is hovering an inch or so above her open mouth. Tongue darting out, she flicks the tip of the nip back and forth, reveling in the new sensation of another woman's busom so close to her. Moving her head upward, she takes the entire areola inside of her mouth, and begins to hungrily suck on it. Though she's never done this before, instinct takes over. Reaching around Jenna's back, she pulls the other woman down towards her, mashing the breast into her face. She can't breathe, with the fleshy orb completely covering her face. Disregarding the need to breathe, she continues sucking for another 30 seconds or so, then turns away for a gulp of air.




Interlude 23-77



Pausing to look up at her host, she smiles. "Damn, this is fun," is all she can get out. Not exactly a quote from Dickens, but it gets the message across, for she quickly finds the brunette's right nipple shoved into her mouth. Determined to expand the experience, her right hand slides down Jenna's belly and finds her pussy as her mouth devours the tit. Quickly finding the clit, she teases it a bit, gaining sympathetic moans of pleasure in return. Pressing downward, she is surprised at how slick, warm, and wet her host's womanhood is. Another first, she has never been inside of another woman before. She is surprised at how differently the labia and the tunnel feel compared to her own. 

Letting the tit out of her mouth, she looks up at her host again, and demands, "I want to taste you, right now!"

"Well, we can't have an unsatisfied guest, can we," comes Jenna's response. With that, the brunette repositions, standing on her right leg while the left knee rests on the sofa, straddling her upper chest. "Have at it, sport."

With that, Jenna leans forward a bit, and lowers her pussy down towards her face. When the clit is just a fraction of an inch from her nose, the tongue darts out on its own and finds the little button. At first, she is surprised at how differently the other pussy tastes compared to her own. Again, not better, not worse, just different. Jenna's juices are a little more tangy, a little more tart than her own. After a fraction of a second spent comparing their respective natural lubrication, she attacks her task with fervor.

Looking down at her guest, Jenna is complementary. "Mmmmm ... that's pretty good work down there. See, you don't have to be a lesbian to know how to eat pussy. Its instinctive. All you have to do is do to me just what you like done to you."

Giving up after a few seconds of trying to plan exactly what to do to the pussy sitting on her face, she just throws herself into it does whatever seems to be a good idea. Then, she takes the brunette's words to heart, and started duplicating what had been done to her not very long ago. This seems to do the trick, for it does not take long before the woman on top has two handfuls of hair while riding her face in the throes of a magnificent orgasm.

Spent, Jenna slides down to lie between her and the sofa's back cushion. The Captain leans over, and plants a long, passionate kiss on her lips. Leaning back, she licks her lips and quips, "Well, what do you think?"

"Different, that's for sure. You taste lovely, thank you."

Both women close their eyes, recovering from the strenuous activity. Jenna's free hand finds and cups her breast, and lightly tweaks the nipple. Several minutes go by, then she senses something new near her. 

Opening her eyes, she sees the monster cock dangling about 6 inches above her mouth. JD's member has softened just enough so that it bends out and over. He is smiling down at her, but all she can see is the one eye staring right back at her.

Not thinking and not asking, she rises up to a sitting position on the edge of the sofa. She feels Jenna doing the same directly behind her. JD positions himself standing between her open legs. The other woman's legs circle around her waist, hook over her thighs, and spread them apart. The breeze is cool against the dripping moisture covering her labia. 

Straightening up, she moves toward JD, positioning her mouth just an inch away from his big, thick mushroom head. She blows a little on it, causing it to involuntarily jerk upward. She giggles a bit, then licks her lips in anticipation. The question in her mind is will she actually be able to get any of this monster inside of her mouth? It was difficult enough getting some of it into her pussy, would she be able to do anything orally without dislocating her jaw? The question lasts just a moment, and is irrelevant. No way in hell was she going to pass up the opportunity to suck this cock.

She starts by tickling the underside of the head with the tip of her tongue. It works (or he's a good actor), for a deep moan of pleasure exits his throat as his head tilts back. He moves a little forward, pressing his knees into her thighs, which are still spread apart by Jenna's legs. She wills her mouth to open as wide as it can, allowing the tip to pass between her lips. She curls her lips around her teeth to protect him from the sharp, hard edges as he moves in.

She stops him when about two thirds of the mushroom is inside. A pause to let her jaw muscles relax a bit. He doesn't seem to mind, for she continues to swirl her tongue around his tip and soft underside. He chuckles a bit, then turns to BJ and quips "Maybe you two ought to tag team me?"

After a few seconds, she is able to open a bit further, and the entire head moves in. Her lips contract around the shaft as the head of the mushroom is past. She starts moving her head in and out. The movement isn't much, she simply can't force any more of him inside. However, she is giving him a blowjob, and that was the goal, wasn't it? Her hands grasp his ass cheeks, so she can control the movement.

Jenna's hands reach around her, and cup her breasts. Fingers return to their teasing of her nipples, which rapidly reharden in response.

BJ kneels down beside them, and slides her left arm in between his legs form behind, and snuggles it up into the crack of his ass. The blonde avoids his ball sac, for now. Her right hand finds the base of his shaft and attempts (and fails) to encircle it. Her fingers wrap around his thickness, but can't quite close the circle. 

BJ watches her head move in and out, and starts jerking him off to match her rhythm.

JD, even with all of his sexual 'seasoning', finds the sight of all three females gathered around his cock to be stimulating, to say the least. Watching the tops of the three heads, masses of beautiful hair in three distinct colors, as they bob up and down is enough to start the spread of warmth. Coupled with BJ's earlier efforts, his load is right there on the brink, ready for release.

"Here it comes, girls," he warns.

BJ takes her cue, and softly grasps his sac and starts to massage it. She can feel the balls inside move a little as they get ready to unload. The skin contracts, pulling his boys up towards his body.

Jenna tightens her grip on her tits, and pinches the nipples, rolling them tightly between her thumbs and forefingers.

Her in and out movements quicken. Jaw muscles relax a bit further, and she manages to get another inch or so of his manhood inside on each stroke. The salty taste of his pre-cum swirls inside her mouth, encouraging her efforts. She knows his reward for her effort is about to make its appearance.

She feels the first spurt moving through his head and into her mouth. As the first one, it is relatively small, and she is able to swallow it all. The second jet, however, is like a firehose has been turned loose. The volume of cum inside of her mouth overwhelms her ability to take it all down. It forces its way outward, breaking the seal between her lips and his shaft. Large drops of his white cream escape from the corners of her mouth.

The third spasm forces her to pull back off of his head. There is simply too much cum for her to handle inside of her mouth. The jet fires right into her open mouth, where it joins the remnants of the second flood, the pooled liquid quickly running out of her mouth and down her chin.

The fourth fountain hits her in the chin, and splatters straight down to cover her tits and Jenna's hands. She pulls back a little further. BJ's hand aims his cock down a bit while continuing to pump it, allowing him to shoot the remaining 5 or 6 spurts directly onto her breasts. As his last few drops issue forth, she returns her tongue to his tip, teasing it as the remaining bits of creamy cum escape his shaft. When he is done, she backs off a little bit, then reaches up and grabs his manhood. Stroking it gently, she looks at it closely, marveling at the sheer mass of sex muscle, covered with both his and her juices, glistening in the low light. Once more, she leans forward and kisses it on the tip. 

She then collapses down onto her haunches. Hands reach under her arms, and help her up onto the sofa. Her mind is in a delicious haze, it is almost as if she is observing what is going on instead of participating. BJ's lips find hers, and they swap some of his cum as their tongues lock in a passionate dance. Jenna's hands massage her tits, rubbing his seed all over them, and then sliding down to her pussy to stroke it a few times. Sometime along the way, she loses the battle, and sleep wins.

The next morning, sunshine through the porthole awakens her. She is in her bunk, naked. She has no idea how she got there. JD's muscular arms, probably. Noticing that the evidence of the previous evening has been cleaned off of her body, she silently thanks whichever of the girls was thoughtful enough to take care of that detail for her. Waking up all crusty is just plain nasty.

The rest of the day flies by. A butt slap here and there, a few kisses, and a couple of pinched nipples accompany the knowing smiles traded amongst her and the three crewmembers. As her late afternoon departure arrives, she thanks each of them with a deep kiss. Smiles, but no words are exchanged as she hops in the launch for the short trip back to the pier.

On the puddle jumper headed back to San Juan, she relives many of the moments from the past couple of days. Surprisingly, most of them do not involve JD's excellent cuisine! Spending the night in an airport hotel waiting for her early morning flight back to the US, a furious masturbation session breaks out, visions of Jenna between her legs and JD's cock swinging in front of her face fueling a couple of teeth rattling orgasms. Her neighbors in the rooms next to hers must have wondered who was getting beaten (or fucked) hard enough to generate such short, intense screams of delight.

At the airport waiting for checkin, she checks the weather back home. She wonders if he will be able to meet her at the airport in the blinding snowstorm that had prevented him from joining her on this little excursion. At first surprised, then appreciative of his gesture, she sees that the sun is out at home, temperatures in the mid-60s. And, it has been that way for almost a week now! She doesn't know whether to curse him, or thank him for the gesture. He must have known what she was likely to get into and turned her loose to enjoy it. Thanks will probably be the winning option, she will spend a good portion of the long flight home dreaming up an appropriate reward for his thoughtfulness.

*****

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, I invite you to read some of the other chapters in the Interlude series. If you didn't, thanks anyway for your time.



Interlude 24-77



Twenty Four

Ode to Green and Black

He looks like he is in shock, sitting there on the sofa. His eyes are fixated on the football game displayed on the 60" screen, but she doubts he's even aware of who is playing. It has been a hell of a work week for him, and he is just above catatonic as he tries to unwind.

They had planned on a night out, a great steak followed by some quality time at their favorite local club. When he walked in the door, however, she knew that wasn't going to happen. To tell the truth, she had been through the wringer that week as well, and really wouldn't have felt like going out either.

She had fixed them a simple, quick, but satisfying dinner. He wolfed it down, thanked her, then made his way to the living room and collapsed on the sofa. She poured herself a tall glass of her favorite blackberry concoction, downed it way too fast, and then refilled the glass. Then, she fixed him a drink and put it on the side table next to him. 

Not willing to surrender to a night lying around trying to recover, she tells him she's going to take a shower. He looks at her and manages a smile, then goes back to never-never land.

In the bathroom, she strips off her work clothes, and pins up her hair. She doesn't want to take the time to wash and dry it tonight. A long, hot, luxurious shower relaxes her to the point of almost nodding off. Shaking out of it, she cleanses herself, then uses a new razor to clean any remnants of stubble off her legs and underarms. Then, she trims up her thin pubic landing strip, making sure the sensitive areas around it are baby butt smooth for him.

Opening two of her lingerie drawers, she looks through the extensive selection of beautiful outfits before choosing her attire for the evening. Pulling the ones she wants out of their drawer, she pulls open another drawer and adds a new pair of back seamed thigh highs to her haul. Then, a pair of shoes from her 'special' rack joins the other pieces.

She takes her time putting the frilly things on, enjoying the soft fabrics as they slide across her skin. The feel of the stockings as she slowly rolls them up the length of her legs is especially satisfying. Checking herself in the mirror to make sure everything is in its proper place, she playfully rubs her thighs together, relishing the soft swishing noise the nylon makes as it slides back and forth.

Softly, she walks back into the living room. The rather high heels make this a little difficult. As she suspected, he was still there, though his eyes were closed. She suspects he is asleep, not just playing possum. Moving over to stand right in front of him, she looks down and makes sure everything is straight and hooked correctly. When satisfied, she gently nudges his knee with her own.

His eyes open slightly, and take a few moments to focus. Then, they open widely, taking in the vision a couple of feet in front of his face.

Green and black fill his gaze. Her bra's cups, small as they are, are made of a deep green satin, trimmed with black lace. It props her girls up and out, enhancing her already ample cleavage. The tops of the cups are cut low, just barely covering the lower halves of her dark pink areola. The upper halves and the nipples themselves are propped up, staring him right in the face.

Around her waist is a wide garter belt, made from matching green and black materials. It is a wide one that rides low on her hips, about three inches below her belly button. Six wide black garter straps secure the tops of her thigh highs with shiny chrome metal clasps – no cheap plastic clips for her! In the back are laces that tie the two ends together, but they are for looks. The material stretches enough to allow her to slide it into place – much more convenient. Black satin covers most of the area below the garter belt, the smooth panties pulled up over the garters so that they can remain clasped in place when those panties inevitably come off.

The lace tops of her stockings are 2 inches wide and made of lace. Backseamed, the nylons are incredibly smooth, both to her legs and to his impending touch. The tops ride 4 inches below the panty V, exposing just the right amount of her pale thighs.

Blocked from his view by the sofa's cushion, temporarily, are the 5 inch high open toe pumps. The black leather shoes are incredibly soft (and expensive). They never see the outdoors (and rarely the floor), being reserved for their carnal adventures only.

His mouth is hanging slightly open. She sees him lick his lips as he looks her up one side and down the other. He has seen her in this outfit once before, but he is as enchanted by it and her frame filling it out as if it was the first time. His hands rise, but she moves back a step. Wagging her finger at him, she makes it clear that he is not free to explore – yet.

She places hands on hips, then moves her left hand up to her breast. The index finger hooks over the cup's top, and pulls it down slightly. Her right hands gently slides under the cup, and lifts her massive mound up. A bit of wiggling arranges the cup into a shelf that her girl rests upon. Her nipple is soft, not yet aroused by his touch. She repeats with the right breast, exposing both breasts to his gaze. 

Looking him in the eye, she puts her right index finger into her mouth, and slowly slides it in and out. His left eyebrow rises, showing his appreciation of her mini-blowjob. Pulling it out with a pop, she moves it down to her left nipple. Tracing circles around the areola, the wetness immediately causes the desired stiffening. The areola tightens, and the nipple protrudes out to its full half inch length. Rolling the tip between finger and thumb radiates electric pleasure out from her tit.

Her eyes close, and she releases a deep moan. Her left hand drops to her belly button, then slides down. The middle finger extends, searching for her button. Finding it, she pushes the smooth black fabric against her clit.

She starts to lose herself, with hands doing what they normally do. Willing herself to stop, hands drop back down to her hips. She turns around, facing away from him. Bending over at the waist, she stretches down as far as she can. She can't quite reach her ankles anymore, but comes pretty damn close. Her hands grasp her calves, and slowly slide upward. They both hear the smooth swoosh of her fingers moving over the nylon, the delicious sound that always excites both of them.

Spreading her legs slightly, her right hand finds its way between her thighs. She sticks out her middle finger, then pushes it into the satin covering her ass. Slowly, she traces the finger over her covered labia. She knows this drives him absolutely wild, and is ready when he starts to move forward. She moves forward a step, regretting to loss of pleasure she feels in the sort term. Normally, he would have buried his face between her cheeks, and she would have gladly allowed him to do so. However, it is not time to allow him that pleasure – yet.

Straightening up, she looks over her shoulder at him, and winks. She slowly walks over to the overstuffed chair that sits out at an angle to the sofa. She stands behind it, leans over the back and puts her hands on the arms. She is bent almost 90 degrees at the waist over the back of the chair. With a slight nod, she motions him over to join her.

Not needing a second invitation, he quickly pulls off his shorts and shirt. Settling in behind her, he precisely places his already hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, pushing the black material into her crack. He pushes against her, grinding his dick against her cheeks. Up against the chair, she is pinned. 

She rises up, hands reaching behind her to grasp his waist and pull against him. He gathers her long, dark locks and pulls them to the left side of her neck. Knowing what is coming, she leans her head to the left. His tongue finds her open neck, slowly, delicately tracing a path from the base up to the lobe of her ear. She shudders, goose bumps popping up on her arms. Nothing quite turns her on as powerfully as when he does this. A flash of memory appears in her mind, the very first time he had done that to her so many years ago.

He gently sucks the earlobe a bit, then turns her head back towards him. Lips find each other and lock hungrily. All thought of a tired night of recovery leaves both of their minds.

She can feel his rock hard member throbbing against her butt. Knowing he's not going to be able to resist much longer, she bends over again. Taking the hint, he backs away, and drops to his knees. His fingers hook into the waistband of her panties, and slowly pull them down over her hips. He doesn't take them all the way down, leaving them just below the curves of her cheeks. 

Standing back up, he takes a moment to gaze at her, bent over awaiting him. The black and green contrast against her skin, the laces at the back of the garter belt looking so old fashioned yet so damned hot. The long legs, so shapely and beautiful encased in the seamed nylons. Even the panties, bunched up at the bottom of her ass, framing his target area. She is one hell of a sexy woman.

She closes her eyes, knowing that he's visually taking her in. She is pleased that he is pleased with her. She would continue to do just about anything that he wanted.

Suddenly, she feels the tip of his dick touch her ass cheek. She spreads her legs slightly, bracing herself for more contact. His hands grab her ass cheeks and pull them slightly apart. He moves forward, slowly, gently. She feels the mushroom head push its way to her lips. Neither of them need to reach down to guide it, it knows exactly where it needs to be.

Her lips part, and let the tip start to slide in. She is wet with anticipation. He feels her open for him, a soft, wet, warm velvet glove allowing his shaft to enter. Just the head, then he pauses. They both enjoy the sensation as she grips his mushroom internally. Then, he continues to enter her, just a little at a time. She is tight, as always, but her natural lubrication lets him glide in comfortably. Finally, he is all the way in. She feels his balls against her clit. His length fills her perfectly. He stops, motionless, completely inside of her.

They return to that place where her being is her womanhood – he is his manhood. Bliss floods over her as she opens completely for him, allowing him to penetrate deep within her. He is exactly where he should be, where he belongs, where he has always belonged.




Auth note – this one is a bit different from the normal Interlude format. It was written as a pick me up for that special friend who had a tough work week. I had no intentions of making it public, but she convinced me otherwise. If you enjoyed it, thank you. If you didn't, well thank you anyway for your time.



Interlude 03-77



Interlude 3

The hotel encounter was 4 weeks in the past. She had recovered from the evening, at least physically. Her head was still wrapped around what happened, and she found herself day dreaming back to that evening far too often...

She wonders what, if anything, is next.

It is Thursday afternoon, back at the office after another boring lunch. She checks her email. There's a weird one. Opening it up, its from Southwest Airlines. It's her confirmation for a flight to New Orleans Friday evening. What the hell? She doesn't have any flight plans. But it is her name. Maybe just SPAM, or maybe someone is playing a joke. Oh well, too busy to mess with it now.

Ten minutes later, a ding. Opening up the email program, there's a new one. This one's from the Royal Sonesta, confirming her reservation. OK, what the hell is going on? Then, a light bulb goes off. It has to be him ... doesn't it?

Friday evening, 7:55pm, the wheels hit the runway at Louis Armstrong Airport. She doesn't know what she's doing here. She doesn't know if it was him who set this up, or someone pulling a joke. Oh well, the ticket was paid for, and the hotel reservation was paid for, so if nothing else, she's got an evening to get plastered and not worry about driving. Down the stairs to baggage claim, and there is a limo driver holding a sign with her name on it. Do I take it? What the heck. She had packed light – not knowing what was going on, and the heat of the season called for not a whole lot of heavy clothes. 

Limo was a comfortable one, the 15 minute ride into the Quarter seemed to take forever. What is going on? She suspected, but didn't know for sure. She did know that the anticipation was getting to her – hopefully the limo driver hadn't noticed her nipples straining against the thin top she had worn.

Check in at the Sonesta, they've already got her in and hand her the key. The Presidential Suite! Well, this is certainly turning into something different. Up the elevator, round the corner, key into the lock, and the door swings open. Not the biggest suite she's ever seen, but very nice. King sized bed, fan running slowly over it. She wheels her bag in, and swings it up onto the bed to unload it. Then she notices the bottle over on a table. Walking over, she notices that it's blackberry wine. OK, it's probably him. A few people know about me being hooked on the stuff, though. There's a note. 

"Be at the front of the hotel at 10:15 sharp. Dress appropriately (you will find appropriate is in the dresser and closet)."

She walks over and opens the closet, and hanging there is a black dress. She pulls the hanger down, and holds the dress up to her frame in front of the closet door mirror. Slinky, smooth, spaghetti strap black cocktail dress. Knee length, fitted, very expensive. She looks at the tag. Nailed the size perfectly! She lays it down on the bed, and checks the top drawer of the dresser. Yep ... definitely him ...

A quick shower to clean off the trip, and she walks over in front of the full length mirror. OK, let's see just what he's picked out. Strapless bra, but with a twist. It's a half cup. She hooks it up, turns it around, and pulls it up under her breasts. Perfect, she guesses ... the cups stop right underneath her nipples. Lift, but no cover up. You dirty minded boy... There are no panties ... OK, she wonders what that's all about.

OK, where are the? Right there. Black, back seamed. She rolls them onto her legs, one at a time. Very smooth. She could see why he liked them, how they felt as her legs slid together. She took the dress, pulled it over her head, and let it slip down into place. A little wiggle to get it to sit just right. Where are the shoes? Oh, in the drawer. Pulling them out, she checks the size, again right on. They are beautiful black pumps, but they look like they're at least 5 inches tall. She slides them on, and stands before the mirror. Yes, they'll be a little awkward to walk in, but as she turns in front of the mirror she has to admit that they make her ass look awfully good!

10:12, time to go. Down to the lobby and out to the street. There's the limo guy again, holding the same sign with her name on it. She smiles at him, he opens the door.  She steps up as he holds her hand, steadying her on the tall heels. It is a ways up – it is one of those full sized Hummers – not the extra length job, but maybe twice as long as a normal one. It is black, of course.

The door closes, she sits, and he is sitting across from her. They just look at each other for 30 seconds or so, then he moves over in front of her on his knees. He puts his finger to her lips. Sshhh ... Then he slides his left hand down the right side of her face lightly, moving it around to the back of her neck, and then pulls her towards him. Opening her mouth, she accepts his. A long passionate kiss ... she moans and puts her arms around his neck as their tongues dance together. He breaks contact, pulls her head back. His tongue slides down her neck, down, slowly, finding its way directly between her breasts. He starts to move to one side, but pulls back. Her arms try to pull him back, but he moves back.

"Not yet ..."

She sits back, and notices that the limo is moving. He hands her a glass. "A little local flavor, I believe it's called a hand grenade." She takes a big swig, and gasps. What the hell is this stuff? Tastes good, but my gosh. After another little bit, she can feel her head starting to sway just a bit already. It's kind of pleasant. She takes another hard swig – this feels pretty good!

He reaches up and hits the switch to open the moon roof. He stands up, and motions her to join him. They are slowly making their way around the French Quarter. Despite being an off weekend, there are a lot of folks milling around. He reaches around her waist, at first just steadying her. "Kick off your shoes, it will be easier". Thank goodness, at least she can drink more now without worrying about falling off the spikes. His reach slides down, until it is cupping the curve of her ass. With a squeeze, he turns her around and places his mouth over hers. Another long, deep, passionate kiss. He presses against her in the moon roof opening. She can feel his hardness through the flimsy material of her dress. She reaches down with one hand and grips, and then strokes his shaft through his pants. 

"I want that, please" she pleads with him. 

"OK, but let me take care of something first. Enjoy the view, I'll be right back", he says.

She turns around, watching as they drive by some people on the sidewalk. He slides down back inside, to get a couple of drinks, she supposes. They pass by a couple of college aged boys walking on the sidewalk – they whistle at her, and throw some beads. Bad aim, she can't reach them. She eyes them, and blows a kiss. The alcohol, the setting, her dress ... she feels 25 years younger. If they only knew what was underneath this dress, they'd do more than whistle!

She gives a start as she feels his hands down around her ankles. They slide up slowly on the outside of her legs. Up her calves, past the knees, underneath the material of the dress. He's pushing the dress up as he goes. Past the top of the thigh highs. They slide around to cup the cheeks of her ass. She gasps, and grabs the side of the roof opening to steady herself as his hands pull her to his face. Now she understood the lack of panties in his lingerie selection. 

She leans backwards, thrusting her mid section out towards him as his tongue finds her clit. Lightly flicking it causes her to spasm. Her knuckles turn white as she grabs the metal. He moves down, his darting movements parting her lips. She is so wet there is no problem at all. 

She pulls her right leg up and slings it over his shoulder. He has full access now. One hand still holds her cheek, while the other repositions, its fingers slowly moving inside of her moist pussy. She is impaled on his fingers, his tongue is still flicking across her clit. She is holding onto the rim of the opening with both hands, grinding her womanhood into his face, all while trying desperately not to yell out to the people they are passing by on the sidewalk. His fingers slide in and out slowly, as his tongue continues its work.

With a shudder, she takes a hand and grabs his hair. She pulls him even harder into her, and starts to spasm. His fingers slide up all the way inside of her, pushing against her lips. The tongue flicks her clit ever faster. Now, she doesn't care who is looking. Moans and stifled cries escape her as she orgasms. Once. He keeps at it. Twice. Her knees weaken, and she can't stay up any longer. She collapses to the floor of the limo. He is sitting there, smiling at her.

"Hi there ... How ya' been doing?", he asks. Asshole!

After three or four blocks of heavy breathing to recover, she takes another swig of hand grenade. Wow ... 

He stands up in the roof, takes her hand and pulls her up as well. Still a bit unsteady, a combination of grenade and orgasm has her head feeling light. They are pulling up a side street next to the Sonesta, nose of the limo touching Bourbon Street. He moves behind her. Folks are milling around the limo and street, just normal Bourbon Street foot traffic for the middle of the evening. It's fun to people watch, and to see what the gals (and some guys) will do just to get some plastic beads thrown down to them. A crowd of drunk bead throwers is on the second floor balcony across the street, hooting and hollering at the young ladies walking below.

His hands clasp the cheeks of her ass, and she feels him inching the material of the dress up. He gets the material up over her hips. She hears him unzip himself, and then feels him place his stiff manhood squarely between her ass cheeks. He then drops the dress material back down, so that even the people above can't see exactly what is going on, though they may suspect. 

He leans forward, and whispers in her ear "I think we need some beads". What???

His hands reach around her, and slowly slide up from her waist to just below her breasts. They gently move over the fabric, teasing the nipples that are covered by the barest of material. Not that they needed any more reason, but they stiffen in reaction to his touch. His fingers gently swirl around the nipples. She pushes them forward against his hands, her breasts begging for more. He senses this, and squeezes both of them firmly, gently but strongly kneading them. He pulls the hands away, then flicks the tips of the nipples with the end of his index fingers. "Now that I have their attention..."

His hands slide up and fingers hook over the top edge of her dress. He pulls the dress' fabric down, over the tips of her nipples, and hooks it under the cups of her bra. Before she even realizes it, her breasts are exposed. 

Rather than the normal squeal and cover up with both arms, she reaches back and pulls him more tightly against her. The atmosphere ... the people milling about ... his dick pulsing against her backside ... the lingering affects of the grenade. People, complete strangers, are looking at her intimacies, and she is giddy about it. Folks start to notice, the men (and women) on the balcony start pointing and yelling. Beads start raining down, most bouncing off the roof, but a few find their way inside. She grabs some of them and drops them over her head. Good heavens, she thinks. I haven't done anything this crazy since ... well, better to not think of that right now!

After a few minutes, he leans forward, slides the dress material up back into place. His tongue finds her ear, and after a couple of flicks of her earlobe, whispers "That's enough for those perverts ... the girls are mine for the rest of the evening ..."

They retreat into the limo, gather themselves up, and depart it. Since the Sonesta is right there, the limo is released, the driver surely happy at the view he's had in the mirror for most of the evening.  

Entering the room, he excuses himself to the bathroom. She walks over and pours a glass of wine and takes a healthy sip (not that she needs any more alcohol, but can't let it go to waste, can we?). She walks back over to the foot of the bed. He comes out of the bathroom, wearing a just a pair of sleep boxers. 

She tosses her hair to one side, and looks back over her shoulder at him. "Want some of this?" she asks in a deep, husky voice. At that, she pulls up her dress to waist height, and bends over the bed, placing both hands down to steady herself. The site causes an instant tent in his pants. "Is that a trick question?" he replies? 

He stands there looking at the incredible site. The heels cause her posture to stick her ass out provocatively. She's bent over at the waist. Her butt is framed perfectly by the dress and the stockings. She moves her feet, spreading her legs just a bit. 

"Are you just going to stand there and whack off, or are you going to put that inside of me?"

He walks over to her, kneels down behind her, and runs his hands up and down her legs. He grasps her cheeks and squeezes them. He runs his tongue up the back of her thighs and over each cheek, then back down between them. He stands up, grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them, then places his cock right between them. She squeezes her cheeks together, and starts grinding them, massaging his member. He moans, then moves back just a bit and drops the head. It moves between her thighs, pressing upward on her moist lips. He moves back and forth a bit, slowly, using the shaft to open the lips. It is not difficult – she is so wet in anticipation that no lubricant is at all necessary. On one stroke, he pulls back a bit further, kneels just a bit to reposition the head, and then thrusts forward. She is impaled all the way. Normally such a thrust would be uncomfortable, but she is so aroused, so wet, that it slides right in to the hilt with no difficulty. She gasps, initially pulling forward away from him. Then she pushes back, ramming his member as far is as it can go. They just stay there for a few seconds, his hardness twitching inside of her.

She moves her feet back a bit, bracing herself against his onslaught. He starts thrusting away, very slowly at first, then gaining momentum. In and out ... back and forth ... she rocks back in rhythm to meet his thrusts, creating soft slapping sounds as her ass hits his belly. He grabs her hips, and pulls himself into her with more authority. Her ass cheeks ripple a bit each time he slaps against her. He speeds up, and then slows down. He then stops all together, just standing there with his member throbbing inside of her. 

She looks back over her shoulder and asks "How's the view back there?". 

"Entertaining, but definitely PG-13!".

After a few more thrusts, he pushes her forward onto the bed. Moving up on all fours, she kicks off the heels, and sticks her rear up into the air. He moves in behind her, and easily slides back in. She gasps, and rests in that position for a moment, savoring his thickness inside. "Stay still" she moans, and then starts rocking forward and back on his shaft, massaging it with her pussy. She rolls her hips, changing the friction on the shaft as it moves in and out, causing him to moan in sympathy to her movements. He pushes his hips forward, placing the dick out as far in front as he can. She rides it back and forth, pulls her thighs together. She squeezes her muscles grasping at the head as it moves inside of her. She pounds back and forth, faster and faster, and then stops.

A short break ... after all, neither is as young as they used to be. He reaches forward and grabs her shoulders. He pulls her back towards him, member still firmly in place. He gathers her long hair and pulls it to one side, then nuzzles up to her neck. Tongue lightly licking up one side of her neck, and down the other. He pulls her hair back with his left hand, turning her head around towards him. His mouth rests near her ear. She can hear his heavy breathing as his traces the outline of her ear with his tongue, and nibbles at her earlobe. 

He sits back on the bed, resting on his knees, pulling her with him. She is now sitting on his lap facing away. He reaches up and unfastens her bra, and slides it away. Her breasts are now free, not that they were exactly covered up before! He runs his hands down her back, then drags his nails up from her waist to shoulders, giving her a shiver. His hands continue up to her shoulders, then down to her arms. They gently, but firmly, grab hold of her arms about the elbow. He then starts moving hips, sliding his member in and out. She responds by grinding her hips into his lap some. He continues, building momentum. He pulls away and then slams back in, the slapping noises increasing as his flesh contacts her ass at the apex of each stroke. A short moan escapes her lips as each stroke hits home. He leans back, but holds her arms. She looks into the mirror over the bed's headboard. She sees herself being held in his arms, sees her body jerk as each stroke hits home, sees her breasts bounce in sympathy, sees his face behind her. The look is almost as intoxicating as the alcohol that still runs through her system. 

He slows, and moves up close behind her. He continues moving in and out, but reaches around with his right hand and finds her mound. He begins moving his finger over her clit, slowly at first, then increasing in speed as his thrusts again come faster.  

He whispers in her ear "Do you want to cum?".  "Please, please, please ..." she begs.

He roughly pushes her over onto her back, then pulls her legs apart. He moves up over her, and places the head of his dick right on top of her clit. She can't stand it, and grabs his shoulders. She tries to pull him into her, but all he does is slowly move up and down, dragging the head over her pleasure spot. 

"Do you want to cum?". "Now, please ... give it to me right now."

He pulls back, then suddenly plunges in. Her breath is taken away as he hits bottom, dick as far inside of her as it can go. He pauses, and then withdraws almost all the way out. Then back in slowly. Back out, a little faster. Then into rhythm, in and out, up and down. His thrusts are quick and deep now. She grunts each time he goes into the hilt. Her legs are wrapped around his torso, trying to pull him in even further. Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders in a bear hug – there is no way he's going to stop again!

"Are you ready to cum yet?" he asks. "NOW, YOU BASTARD" she spits back through clenched teeth. 

He moves up, feet and hands holding him off of her body, except for their locked organs. All of his weight is focused on pressing into her. He grinds away – now it's not in and out, but side to side, not leaving contact with her clit. She starts, feeling it well up from inside of her. She feels it growing, spreading out from her pussy. The warmth, the tingling takes control of her whole body. 

It has complete control of her now. Her body seizes in spasm, short panting squeals escaping from her lips. Her arms and legs pull at him so hard it is painful. She is locked up for what seems hours, though in reality just seconds. It starts to subside. She loses all strength. Her body relaxes, melts back into the bed. Her arms fall, her legs uncoil themselves from his torso and fall to the sides of his. His rock hard member remains inside, twitching now and then, reacting to the spasms of her muscles. She is on the verge of passing out from the intensity of the orgasm.

Minutes later, she starts to recover, breathing down to a more or less normal level. She looks at him – "Your turn now" ....

She rolls out from under him, then pushes him over onto his back. She slides up next to him, head resting on his chest. She wraps one stocking clad leg over his, and slides it up and down, It feels so good ... the swishing sound the fabric makes ... She touches his chest, then moves her hand down to near his member, which is still hard, but not as raging as it was a few minutes before. She slides by it, and gently cups his sac. She rolls the balls around, being mindful that they are oh so tender. She feels the skin tighten under her movements. She moves her hand up and grasps his shaft at the base. She tightens her grip on it, gives a sinister little laugh, and says "This belongs to me!".




Interlude 03-77



Her hand starts stroking the shaft up and down slowly. He hardens quickly. She stops, and lightly flicks the underside of the head, causing it to twitch. Very sensitive area. She runs her hand down, then runs her nails lightly across his scrotum. That gets a shiver from him.

She sits up, and swings her leg over him, straddling his torso. She positions her pussy right above his member, then lowers herself. She presses her lips onto his shaft, and then moves forward and back, massaging it. He moans, and tries to pull back to reposition for a thrust into her, but she pulls back. 

"When I want to, not you."  

She reaches down, then bunches up the dress and pulls it over her head. Very nice, but in the way.

She moves up a bit, positioning her left nipple directly over his mouth. So far, this part of her had escaped his direct attention, other than being displayed for the world to see a little while ago. 

"Suck me" she demands ... His tongue darts out, barely touching the tip of the nipple. It responds, hardening under his movements. 

He swirls his tongue around the nipple, stopping to flick the tip occasionally. Then he pulls it into his mouth, using his lips to roll, pinch, and pull on it gently. She moans, and pushes it into his face harder. "Harder" she demands. He reaches around her, and pulls her into him. His mouth takes in all of her areola, massaging it with his lips, and flicking the nipple with his tongue. He sucks on it, harder and harder. He moves his mouth from side to side, pulling the nipple with it. Suddenly he releases it, and moves to the other side. The right nipple has been aching for attention, and now it gets it. A repeat of the left's treatment – can't have them being jealous of each other, can we?

With a pop, his head falls back away from her chest. The nipples are swollen, throbbing in response to his work. She rocks back, and sits down on his thighs. Then she moves up and over his shaft. She leans forward just a bit, and reaches down with her right hand. She takes his shaft, and rubs her clit with its head. Then she positions is right against her opening, slides down just enough to hold it in place, removes her hand, and then in one motion slides all the way down onto it. She gasps as it fills her. She sits there for a moment, looking down on him, reveling in the feeling of his manhood deep inside of her. 

She then steadies herself, bracing both hands on his belly. She pulls her legs up underneath of her, until she is resting on the balls of her feet. She then balances on the balls, places her hands on top of her thighs, and starts slowly moving up and down. The only part of her body touching his is her pussy sliding around his shaft. She has to be careful not to go to far up, or he will slide out – but it is worth the extra effort. She sees that he is looking at her, and taking in the view. She looks in the large mirror at the head of the bed at herself. Her body is moving up and down. Her tits are bouncing slightly with her movements. Just like a porn movie, she thinks to herself. She watches the reflection of his shaft sliding in and out of her. She reaches down between her legs, splits her fingers, and slides them down on either side of his shaft. The effect extends her pussy down around his shaft (at least as far as his dick is concerned), and allows her to squeeze it. He moans in response.

Another minute or so is all she can remain balanced on her feet like that, and she collapses down. Her knees astride his legs, she starts grinding on top of him. Back and forth, side to side, she works him deep inside. She leans back a little, giving him a clear view of what is going on. She moves her hands down, pulling her lips apart a bit more, giving him maximum penetration. She grinds her clit against him as her hips roll.

Her hands move up to her breasts, cupping them, and then pinching the nipples a bit. Then she takes his hands and places them over the breasts. She is moving faster now. A bit of up and down, but mostly back and forth, giving him the friction he needs and the pressure she craves on her clit. She slows a bit, and reaches back behind her. She cups his sac, and gently massages the balls as she continues to grind away at him. She can feel their tightness – he is close, very close.

She pulls her hand back around, and places both hands down onto his chest. Using them as support, she starts to really move now. Faster she swings her hips. She can feel him sliding in and out. She can see his face starting to contort, a sure sign he is getting ready to shoot. She reaches down with the right hand, and flicks her clit some to bring herself to the brink as well. 

When ready, she pulls her hand back, looks at him and states rather forcefully "Cum with me. Cum with me right now."

This is enough. His hips start bouncing up and down a bit, meeting her movements. Her body is moving now of its own mind – she seems to not have any control. All of a sudden, his hips shoot upward, driving his length all the way in. She can feel the first jet of warmth shooting up inside of her. That's enough, she goes over the edge. Her hips continue to move against his stationary shaft. Waves of orgasmic energy pour over her, seemingly in harmony with the endless spasms that are sending his seed deep within her.  His spasms seem endless – how long has he stored all of this up, a random thought flies through her mind. 

Finally the energy starts to subside. He slowly relaxes down into the bed. She falls down on top of him, laying across his chest. Her hair falls over his face, he makes no attempt to move it. They lay still, hearts and breathing just starting to calm. She can feel him softening inside of her. She grips him hard with her muscles, he trembles a bit. His member then exits her, its task done. She feels her liquid reward running down, falling onto him and the bed. There is so much of it. Oh well, at least she doesn't have to do the laundry – what a strange thought to have, as she drifts off into a well earned sleep.

The alarm softly goes off, jerking her back awake. Momentarily dazed, she doesn't realize where she is. Coming back into focus, she rolls over and hits the alarm button, killing its whine. She falls back into the soft pillows trying to wake. After a few minutes, she raises up, then immediately is sorry ... what a headache. Grenades and blackberry wine ... NEVER AGAIN! She slows down, then swings her legs out of the bed. It is then she realizes he is not in the bed with her. Huh?

She stands up, a bit wobbly at first. Making her way over to the table, she notices the wine bottle has been replaced by a vase, with a dozen or so white roses in it. Still kind of fuzzy, she thinks "that's nice, but where is he?". 

On the table there is a bottle with industrial strength pain killers in it. "How friggin nice of him ...". Orange juice, and a bottle of chilled champagne on ice. OK, a little hair of the dog, as she pours herself a mimosa. A couple of pain pills, followed by a swig of bubbly/orange juice, then a mouthful of muffin to chase it down. Her eyes just now start to see straight. There is a note next to the vase.

"You've got two hours to wake up, beautify, and get to your plane. Till next time ....."

Asshole ... she smiles, and feels a familiar warmth start growing below her belly as she starts to remember some of the previous evening.

The alarm goes off, its racket jerking her awake. Startled, she doesn't know what's going on. Then, it comes to her bit by bit. A dream ... The whole thing was a fucking dream ... Damn, this one is going to be hard to push out of my mind today. Oh well, up and off to work...



Interlude 04-77



Four

Her birthday was approaching. At this stage of life, it was not the cause for celebration as it was many years ago. Oh well, just another day.

An envelope was on her work desk. She opens it, curious. It is a birthday card, from him. It is a simple card, nothing to indicate the nature of their friendship. There is also a business card. It is from a spa. A very exclusive spa, if she remembered the TV news report from some months ago correctly. At the bottom of the card is a hand written date and time, an appointment. That's nice, he's lined up a spa treatment. With all the work pressures lately, that will be very welcome.

She walks into the spa, and goes to the front desk to check in. 

"Ah, miss. You are reserved for our executive session. Please follow Hiroko." 

She had not noticed the slight Asian girl standing off to the side. Executive Session? She didn't know what that was, but it sounded nice.

Hiroko bows to her, then motions for her to follow. They go through a glass door, into a fairly narrow hallway. There are doors lined up along one side of the hall. Hiroko takes her to the last one, opens the door, and motions her to enter. It's a dressing room, tasteful, but just a dressing room. 

"Please remove your clothes. When you are ready, go through the door." 

There is a door at the other end of the room. Hiroko withdraws, pulling the door shut behind her. Ok, what's this all about? She opens the door to a closet, and sees that there is a robe on a hanger. Her daily clothes come off, she wraps the robe around and ties it shut. A little apprehensive, she opens the other door, not knowing who, or what, she was going to walk into. 

Hiroko is standing there. The room is expansive, primarily rich wood with tile on the floor. There is a large swimming pool, with multiple hot tubs ringing it. Hiroko leads to the other side of the room, where there are more doors. The slim Asian girl opens one door, and motions for her to go inside. There is a shower, a large tub, and a massage table. Now we're talking!

Hiroko motions for her to come over near the tub. It looks like a cross between a bath tub and a hot tub. She doesn't see any water jets running, but there are ledges/seats underneath the surface. She can see steam rising from it, it is full of very hot water. She detects a light, flowery scent in the air. The air itself is warm and moist, obviously from all the tubs and pools of water. 

"Bath time, please," the young lady states.

Hiroko motions towards the tub, but makes no move to leave or turn away. Oh well, she is a female, so modesty isn't really a concern. The robe slowly comes off. She hands it to the girl, who hangs it up on a rack near the door. 

She carefully climbs the steps to the edge of the tub, and sticks her foot in. Yes, it is HOT. She places first one foot, then the other, into the water, and then slowly lowers herself into the pool. It is hot, yes, but wonderful. She sits on the underwater ledge, closes her eyes, and deeply breathes in the moist warm air. The water laps at her skin, the level is just above the ledge so she is just sitting in it. It feels so good. She feels a ripple in the water.

Opening her eyes, she sees a naked Hiroko descending into the tub to join her. Huh? What's this about? Her arms instinctively cover her breasts, even though she knows this young lady has already seen all of her naked body. Hiroko sees her reaction, and giggles a little bit. 

"Executive Session includes a personal bath. Relax, I give you bath now."

Hiroko grabs a loofa and a bottle with what she supposes is soap, then moves over and sits on the ledge next to her. This is definitely a bit weird, but she wants to see what happens. Hiroko puts her tools down, grabs her by the shoulders, and gently turns her so she is facing away from the girl. Hiroko then gathers her hair, twists it up, and pins it to her head, up and out of the way. Creamy lotion drops onto her shoulders, and the girl starts gently swirling the loofa around over her shoulders. Having someone scrub your back is nice, but this is still weird! 

Hiroko continues massaging the lotion into her back. Hands moving up and down, they swirl around, right down to the crack of her ass. Then the girl pushes up next to her. The girl's hands reach around her, continuing their cleansing massage. From her shoulders, her belly, up to her breasts, down to her crotch. It is soothing, it is still weird, but she doesn't try to stop it. Although it is intimate, it is not sexual. The girl is washing every inch of her, and although it is not something she would ever let a stranger do to her, she does not try to stop it. It just does not feel wrong. Hiroko is not coming on to her, simply giving her a thorough bath.

Hiroko moves around in front of her, places one hand under her left leg and raises it up. The cleansing material runs up the outside of her leg, then down the inside. Concentrating on her feet, it is more than a cleansing, it becomes a short massage. Damn, this feels good. As Hiroko works on her other leg, she continues to keep her eyes closed. Feels good, yes, but she still feels a bit weird about looking at someone else's boobs as that person cleans every inch of her body.

Hiroko finishes, takes her hand, and leads her out into the middle of the tub. The water is much deeper here. The girl pushes her down into the water, up to her neck. The girl's hands then run all over her body, removing any traces of the cleanser from her skin. 

"All done now," Hiroko states. Then the young Asian girl stands up and exits the tub. 

The girl dries herself off, and then holds a towel out and motions for her to come on out. Hiroko takes the towel and gently dries her, all over. Again, a little strange, but the girls does it in a matter of fact way. 

Hiroko leads her over to a bench, and asks her to sit. The girl pulls up a stool, and a stand that looks almost like a shoe shine prop. The petite Asian sits on the stool. She still doesn't have a stitch of clothing on. Hiroko takes her foot, and places it onto the prop. She then reaches behind her, and pulls out a bowl. It contains a whisk. As the whisk is twirled, foam rises up. It's shaving cream! The girl reaches into the bowl, takes a handful of the thick cream, and starts lathering up her leg. From ankle all the way up, and that does mean all the way. A razor appears in her hand, an expensive metal one, not a cheap throwaway. Hiroko skillfully uses the razor, up and down the leg, right up to her most intimate region. After completing the job, Hiroko takes a warm moist towel and cleans off the remnants of the cream. On to the other leg, the process is repeated. The girl then takes a big handful of lotion, and rubs it into the clean, bare skin. It tingles on her skin. There's something quite fragrant in it, and it is exciting her pores.

Hiroko then leans her back on the bench, and spreads her thighs. The girl's hands apply the cream right up to the edges of her womanhood. She supposes she should be alarmed, or tense, or something. However, it is so relaxing. The razor expertly moves, and she is left with a perfect bikini trim. Again, Hiroko uses the warm moist towel and the lotion. If this was him, she would be getting very excited by this.

The girl then works her magic on the armpits. Not the most of erotic areas, but now smoothly clean. Her body is now smoother then it has been since she was a newborn. The sharpness of the razor, the cream, combined with the talented hands of this young lady have been so relaxing. She sits up and runs her hands over her body. Incredibly smooth, it feels wonderful.

Hiroko pushes her implements aside, stands up, and takes her by the hand. She is led over to the massage table, the girl motions for her to get up on it. She does, and lays on her belly. 

"No. Please turn over," Hiroko instructs. 

She complies. After what the young lady has seen and done to her, there is no shyness now.

Hiroko places a blindfold over her eyes. "Darkness, relax and enjoy." 

She feels drops of warm oil hitting her legs, followed by the girl's hands. She feels light massaging at first, then deeper. Up the leg, then down, kneading the muscles. Damn, this is good. The fingers slide up right the edge of her womanhood and pull back away. For a non-sexual massage, this is pretty hot. Oops, that is a girl, she can't be thinking that way.

More drops of oil onto her belly, then tracing a line up to her neck, then down to the right breast, a few drops on the nipple, then over to the left breast and a few more drops. The girl's expert hands then start. Up the sides of her torso, then up under her arms and over the top of her breasts. The palms move up to the base of her neck, then straight down between the mounds to just above her pubic area, and then repeats. Hiroko moves down from the neck over the breasts, massaging and kneading the soft orbs. Her nipples harden under the attention, but Hiroko seems not to notice. Or at least she doesn't stop. The magic hands keep it up for what seems like hours. She can barely move, her body is so relaxed.

"Please ... roll over now." 

Damn, she doesn't want to move. However, she rolls over onto her belly. The oil starts again at her feet. The massage continues, spending maybe a little extra time at the top of her thighs. The girl moves up to her cheeks, and gives them a thorough workout. Massaging, kneading the flesh. Plenty of oil prevents any uncomfortable friction. Hiroko spanks her a few times on each cheek. OK, that's a little odd. Then the girl's hands slide up her back. They put pressure between her shoulders, the muscles are getting a hard workout now. She evens feels a couple of vertebrae pop, with the accompanying sigh. Her arms get a workout as well, all the way down to the fingertips. She well and truly can't move now. There isn't an ounce of strength left in her. 

"I understand you have some issues with back and neck pain, and tension from work?" the girl asks.

How did she know that? Oh ... he set up the appointment and must have told them. 

"Uhhhh huhhh," she tries to moan out an acknowledgement.

"OK, we give you treatment. Do not be alarmed. It is acupuncture. I know, it is Chinese and I am Japanese, but we full service here," she giggles.

Needles. Oh crap. However, she's so relaxed she can't make a move to protest. Hiroko moves her hair to one side, and she feels the girl's hand rest on her shoulder. Then the hand is gone. Repeat on the other side. Then comes a pair at the base of her neck. She realizes the needles are being placed, but she doesn't feel them at all. What she does feel is a release, even more relaxed than she was. A wave of contentment flows through her, just like the afterglow of an intense orgasm. No pain, no tightness, just calm. She feels Hiroko's hands place a couple down at the top of her butt cheeks. Wonder what that's for?

Hiroko moves up near her head, leans over and whispers, " Please relax now. I will be back in short time. Try to not move." 

She hears the door softly whoosh behind the girl as she departs.

She is so relaxed that she is drifting in and out. She has no idea the time, or how long. She is so peaceful, so relaxed, so content. The warmth, the moisture, the scent, the lack of pain and tension ...

Something awakens her. Or maybe she was just dozing. Is it Hiroko's return? She hears the girl quietly move over to the table. She tries to turn her head to see, but cannot move. She tries to move her arm, to prop herself up. No response. Feet, toes, legs, nothing works. She can hear, and see, and move her eyes, but since she is face down on the table, there is no clue as to what is going on. She starts to get a bit alarmed, when she feels drops of warm oil hit her ass. Hands follow, gently swirling around her cheeks. The movements get stronger, and start to pull her cheeks apart. Huh? One hand suddenly slides down between her cheeks, its middle finger sliding over her lips. OK, this is a bit much for a massage ... but she still can't move. The person is not making any sound. Hiroko? Or is it someone else? Someone, she doesn't know who, is running their hands over her pussy. 

The hands gently pull her legs apart, and then slide up her inner thighs. One hand goes down, the fingers flicking and tweaking her clit. The other slides up and down between her cheeks. This is a massage, or what? If she knew who it was, this could be very pleasurable. Or if she knew it was Hiroko, would she recoil away? Or, is not knowing even more pleasurable? She doesn't know whether to push her hips against the hands to help their efforts, or to pull away. In any case, it doesn't matter. She still can't move.

The fingers keep up their efforts, and soon she feels the warmth from within starting to build. There is still no sound from her assailant/lover. The fingers move faster, then slow down. Two fingers slide into her, two more rubbing down the slides of her slit. The friction is bringing her to the edge quickly. 

She wants to yell STOP, but she doesn't want it to stop. 

The movements quicken, and she reaches the edge. She starts to spasm, grunting through her clenched teeth. Her pussy grips the fingers hard. Her clit is throbbing in response to the stimulus. The spasms lock her body up tight, and then release her in afterglow. Her breath is fast. The buzz from the orgasm is still lingering.

The fingers pull back. She moans with disappointment. Whoever it is moves away, and she hears the door swing open and back closed. The glow fades, and she fades into spent, peaceful darkness.

Something awakens her. Someone is in here. She senses someone is standing next to her head, bending over her. 

"Are you awake? OK now?" Hiroko asks. 

She still can't move, and just grunts at the girl. 

"Please lie still, and I will remove needles." 

She feels Hiroko's hands press slightly against her skin, pulling the needles one by one. At least she presumes they are needles – she still hasn't felt anything like a needle touch her skin. As the two near her ass are removed, she tries to roll her head around. Success! Whatever had her immobilized (the needles?) is gone. She can see the Asian girl standing there, fully clothed. She pulls her arms underneath her, and props herself up. Everything is working. She feels wonderful. 

She is also puzzled. What??? Who??? She looks around a bit, sees no clue.

She eyes Hiroko. "Were you in here? Did you touch me?"

The young girl smiles. "Executive Session finished. You feel good? Now time to go."

She stands up, a little wobbly. Hiroko leads her back to the locker room, where she puts her street clothes back on. She glances at her watch. She's been in here for over 6 hours!

Hiroko escorts her back to the front entrance. 

As she steps through, the girl asks "You like? Tell friends, please?" 

Tell friends, indeed.

Walking out to the car, she is still in a daze. What the fuck just happened? She admits it was wonderful, she feels better than she has in years. 

Breaking their unwritten rule, she calls him that night. She thanks him for the birthday present, saying she had a good time. 

"I know you had a good time," he replies. 

"What do you mean by that?" 

He chuckles. "Oh, trust me. I know."

He's not going to admit or deny it, so she's left with a pleasant mystery. At least this one wasn't a damn dream ....



Interlude 05-77



Five

They are chatting through email one evening.

"Do you want to have some fun?" he asks.

Uh ... certainly. This whole experience has been fun. However, she admits it to herself it has been kind of blurry, what has been real and what she has imagined in her dreams. Wonder what he has in mind this time. 

"OK, I think."

"Do you trust me?"

"I guess so."

"No ... do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Will you submit to me?"

"What do you mean?"

"Will you submit to me?"

"I guess, depends upon what you are talking about."

"No ... will you submit to me?"

"Yes."

"OK. Watch for a note."

At that, their electron trade ended for the evening.



A week later, a letter appears on her desk at work. She is hesitant to open it, a little uncertain about what it may contain, and more than a little concerned that her co-workers might see what her reaction is. She decides to take it to her car, and look at it during lunch.

Sitting in the front seat, she slices the envelope open. The paper inside is slightly perfumed. Hands trembling a bit, she unfolds it and starts to read:

On Feb. 26 pack an overnight bag. You will not need much clothing, but take makeup suitable for a formal evening out. Go to Love Field, catch SW1616 at 7:35pm. Your ticket is under XO672P. Drop by Nieman-Marcus' lingerie department on the way to the airport. There will be a package waiting there for you. It is pre-paid. Do not open it. After you land, take a cab to The Palms. Go to the front desk, and check messages for 'Miss Smith'. Your room key will be in an envelope. Go to the room, and follow the instructions you find there.

Now what has she gotten herself into? Should she contact him and back out? Or should she follow through and do what he directs? No choice to be made there! The only problem is the six days before Friday, the 26h . She will have a difficult time trying to keep her imagination in check.

She opens the door to room 2525, and walks in. A nice, large suite, single king size, the whole wall is a floor to ceiling glass panorama of the Las Vegas skyline. The bright lights shining in make the need for interior lights marginal. She drops her bag onto the bed, along with the N-M sack. She had hoped to sneak a peak into it, but everything in it is inside the box, and it is sealed. She could have cheated and slit the tape, but where's the fun in that?

There are a couple of lounge chairs with a table and lamp. A bottle and a couple of glasses, and what looks to be a note propped up against them. She walks over. He must really think she's addicted to this wine? She pops the bottle open, pours herself a glass, and opens the note:

In the old days, men dominated women, in a good way. The man provided for, protected, and loved the woman. The woman submitted to the man, giving herself wholly to him, both in body and mind. Tonight, we go back to that time, at least inside this room. You have agreed to submit yourself to me, to give me your trust.

Take a long, hot bath. Clean the trip from your body. Apply your makeup as if you are going to a five star restaurant. Open the box, and dress yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror. Appreciate your form, and how the fine material accents your shape. Move to the window, and look out at the city. Stay there until I say otherwise.

Ohhh Kayyy ...

She drains the glass, pours another, and goes to draw a bath. A spa tub, nice hot water and jets massage her problems away. The wine has her slightly buzzing, the water swirling around relaxes her just to the point of nodding off. She washes and primps herself, then exits and dries. She sits at the makeup counter, and starts working. On goes eye shadow, heavy, dark. Then the eyelashes. Blush. Deep, dark red lipstick compliments her full lips. Brushing her hair, and then pinning it up off her shoulders. Yes, the face looking back at her in the mirror is her best movie star impersonation. Not bad at all.

She gets up and walks to the bed. Wonder what his perverted little mind has come up with this time? She picks up the box, and slits the tape with her fingernail.

It's black, all black. Typical, for him, though she doesn't mind. The color goes well with her hair, and it is sexy. She pulls up the pieces out of the box. There is a strapless merry widow. Satin thong panties (at least he put in panties this time). There are the stockings, of course. These are sheer, very fine material. No heels this time. She steps into the corset, and pulls it up over her hips. Though it looks like a strict control garment, it moves and slides easily into place. She adjusts her breasts into the sheer cups, and gives a little wiggle to settle everything into place. Then the stockings, left one first. She slides it up and over her thigh, then clasping into place with the garters. Right one next. The panties are next, up and over her hips, the thin whisp of material seating itself between her cheeks. She moves over in front of the full length mirror. She admits that she does look very good in this. She checks her side profile. Looking good! Even without the heels, her butt still sticks out a bit, pleasantly round and inviting. She reaches up to her breasts, and pinches both nipples lightly. They spring to attention. The sheer cups do nothing to prevent them from jutting out, enhancing her profile even more. 

She reaches with her right hand between her legs, and rubs up and down the satin panties a bit. Smooth, feels good to her hand, and to what is underneath. She wonders how long they will stay on. She stops the rubbing. That's what she is counting on him to do.

She moves to the window, as he instructed. Since the hotel has no close neighbors and there is a reflective film on the outside, there isn't any real danger of someone seeing her. However, WTF? So what if someone sees her – they would have no idea who she is, just an attractive female dressed in some very sexy lingerie. Maybe a few of the younger ones would go to bed thinking of her.

She places her hands on the waist high rail, and leans towards the glass, taking in the sights. All of a sudden, she senses a presence behind her. 

"Don't move," his voice whispers. 

He's been here the whole time, watching her as she got ready for him. She wonders where he was, what he saw, if he stroked himself as he watched her prepare to receive him. 

She complies, and then gives a slight start when something descends over her eyes. A blindfold! He's putting a blindfold on her. He gently ties the material behind her head. She can't see, the black material is silky smooth but opaque. She feels him move up close, hears his breathing in her ear. His tongue flicks her earlobe a couple of times, and then traces the outline of her ear. She shudders in response.

"Hold out your right hand." 

She does so, and feels him wrap more of the same smooth material around her wrist. He then ties her wrist to the railing. 

"Left hand." 

She is secured to the railing facing the window, and can't see a thing.

His hands reach up and undo the clip holding her hair up. It falls to her shoulders. He runs his hands through it, smoothing it. She feels him nuzzle into it, taking in its fragrance. He grabs it in his left hand, pulling it away from the right side of her neck. She feels his tongue contact her right shoulder, and then move slowly up the side of her neck, to just below the earlobe. He tickles the ear with the tip, slides it up and around the outside rim of the ear. Then, the tip moves to the inner parts of the ear, and she hears his breathing. She shivers form the effect. Her hands clench the rail, and she moans.

He pulls back. 

"Do you trust me?" 

"Oh, yes. Please...."

He places his hands on her shoulders, runs them down her sides. They slide under her arms, down over her hips. He pauses there, and pulls her back slightly into him. She can feel his manhood straining inside of his pants, pressing on her cheeks. She moans, and tries to push against him harder. Then he pushes her forward, away from him. 

"Not yet."

His hands circle from her hips to her bare ass cheeks. He squeezes them, massaging the mounds. He moves back against her, and the hands move from her ass around her hips to her belly, resting just above the fabric of her panties. His index fingers trace the outline of the material down, probing the crevasses between her thighs and pubic mound. They stop just before they meet in the center. She pushes her hips forward, trying to contact his fingers with her clit, but he pulls away. 

"Not yet."

His hands slide up and down her torso, over the smooth material. He stops just underneath her breasts. Up and down they slide, pausing slightly at her waist to pull her back into his member for a moment. Up, and then down. Back up again, stopping underneath the sheer cups. The fingers trace up the side of the cups, then over the top, circling the breasts, but not directly touching them. Then, ever so lightly, the fingers trace over the cups themselves, teasing the mounds underneath the fabric. Lightly teasing, barely touching as they circle the nipples. Her breathing is heavy, deep low moans responding to his movements. She wants to grab his hands and force them into her chest, to satisfy the need for harder contact, but they are still tied and immovable. 

His left index finger hooks over the top of the left cup, and gently pulls it down. His right hand slides underneath the fabric, cupping the breast, and lifting it out over the fabric as the other hand pulls it down. Her left one free, he moves over to the right one and repeats. Her breasts are now exposed, sitting on top of the corset. The folded down cups lift and frame her mounds. They jut out towards the window, nipples rock hard and begging for relief.

The hands move underneath both breasts, lightly cupping them. Thumbs and index fingers concentrate on the nipples, gently rolling and pinching them. She pushes her chest out, trying to get some relief, her ass moving back against him in sympathy to her movement. His hands move away completely, then come back and resume their movements, but with a little of his saliva on each to help the flesh glide. His fingers exert more pressure on the nipples, pinching them slightly. He then pinches and holds the nipples, and starts pulling the breasts around. Gently circling them, and then pulling up, their weight suspended from the nipple. Not enough for pain, just enough pressure on the nipples and flesh to excite them.

His hands drop the nipples, and then cup the breasts from below. He pushes up, squeezing them into her chest. His fingers dig in a bit, kneading the flesh. She pushes against her hands, savoring his grasp. Then, all of a sudden, he releases them.

His hands lie flat on her belly, and start slowly moving down. They stop at the waistband of her panties. His fingers hook into the waistband, then pull up on the material, and move it side to side. This presses on her lips. Her mouth is quivering. She moans and grinds her hips, hoping to press against him. He releases the waistband. His left hand moves back up to her left breast. His right hand slides down lower, over the material covering her pussy. Lightly at first, he runs a finger up and down, tracing the outline of her lips against the material. He pushes harder, the lips spread apart a bit. Moisture seeps through the material, she is so wet. He moves back up a bit, and concentrates movement right on top of her clit. Round and round his finger moves, flicking back and forth. She moans, and bends her knees, trying to move harder against his hand. Faster and faster he moves. She starts to feel it build inside of her. The warmth spreads from her womanhood. She tightens her muscles, preparing for release. And then .... he pulls away. 

She lets out a whimper, and tries to grind her legs together to generate enough friction to push her over the top. No good. Her budding orgasm starts to subside. 

"Please," she implores him. 

"Not yet."

He unties her right wrist from the rail, and moves her around so that she is facing into the room. He then ties the wrist back into place, immobilizing her hand once again.

He places his hands at the base of her neck, and then very slowly moves them down her chest. The slide over the breasts, pausing just a bit to tease the nipples. Then down over her belly, to the center, one hand following each side of the panties as they disappear down beneath her thighs. She can feel him drop to his knees in front of her. His hands continue down, caressing her legs all the way down to the ankles. He then runs them back up, and hooks his fingers over the waistband again. He pulls down on the panties, sliding them away from her pussy. They slide down her thighs, over the knees, around her ankles. She starts to raise her left foot to let him take them off, but he slaps her foot playfully. 

"Do as you are told."

He wraps the panties around, and turns them into a tie, binding the ankles together. Her hands and feet are now bound together. She feels him lean forward. His tongue finds its way to her left thigh, just about the top of the stocking. It swirls around, moving to the inside of the thigh. She moans in anticipation. She bends her knees, forcing the thighs apart against the binding of her ankles. He reaches up with his right hand, placing a finger on either side of her lips. The fingers start rubbing up and down the outside of her pussy. The friction is delicious. Each pass up and down pulls her lips slightly apart. She is so wet, her juices must be running down her thigh. Then, a third finger joins. The movement continues, up and down, one finger on each side of her lips, the other squarely in the middle. It slides over her slit, down between the lips, into the moisture, then up and over her clit. Each pass causes a sharp intake of her breath. It won't take long for this to take her to the brink again.

He senses her tensing, and pulls his hand away again. She squeals in frustration. 

"Please let me cum." 

"Not yet."

He rises, cups his hand under her left breast, and flicks the nipple with his tongue. Light touches, heavy breath, teasing flicks. She thrusts her chest out, trying to ram it into his mouth. He moves back a bit, keeping very light contact. He finishes, and playfully bites the nipple. She flinches a bit. He moves to the right breast, his tongue tracing circles around the areola. He sucks the whole nipple into his mouth, pinching it between his lips, and then releases it. She is writhing now, desperately trying to get some kind of satisfaction.

He breaks contact with her, and then grabs her hair with his left hand. Pulling her head back, he places his mouth over hers. His kiss is forceful, she pushes back. The coupling is animalistic, raw. Their tongues meet, and dance together. Then he pulls away again.

She tries to gather her breath. He unties her hands from the rail, but leaves the binding material around her wrists. He bends over, and picks her up in his arms. He carries her over to a lounge chair. He sits her down on it, facing the chair. He then sits in the chair, facing her. 

"Put your hands behind your back." 

She complies. His fingers reach out to her nipples. Lightly circling the areola, then pinching the tips. He rolls the nipples between his fingers, and then pushes his palms into her breasts. He forces them back to her chest, and rubs them in a circular motion. Around and around he pushes against the flesh. She leans forward, trying to force them into him harder. His pressure lightens, and then his hands retreat. He leans forward, and lightly kisses her lips.

She feels him stand up in front of her. She hears the buckle of his belt being undone, then the pants unzipping and falling to the floor. She feels him inch closer to her. She senses something getting closer. It lightly touches her left cheek, next to her mouth. She opens her mouth and moves toward it, but he pulls away. 

"Not until I say so."

He rubs the head on her cheek lightly. Around, down under her chin, and up to the other cheek. Her mouth is open, tongue wanting to touch his member. He glides the head over her lips. She again moves toward it, but he moves away. Back across her lips, the underside of the head teasing her. One more pass across her lips, she can't stand it. Her mouth moves forward, and closes over the head. Her tongue flicks the tip, working the sensitive underside of the head. He moans as the massed nerve endings send waves of pleasure to his brain. He takes his hands, and grabs both sides of her head. She opens wider, and braces for his thrust. But, he pushes her away gently, and withdraws his member. Her mouth is watering, wanting it back, the saliva runs down her chin and drops onto her breast.

He pulls her up to a standing position, and then walks her over to the bed. She hears him unbutton his shirt, and drop it on the floor. 

"Please give me your dick. I need it now!" she pleads. 

"Not yet."

She hears him sit on the bed. He grabs her right hand, and pulls her towards him. He pulls her up to him between his legs. She feels his hard member touching her nylon clad knees. He spins her around, facing away from him. He ties her wrists together using the material already there, securely but not uncomfortably. He moves her to the side. 

"Be careful." 

He helps her drape herself across his knees. Her face rests on the bed's fine linen. Hands are behind her back. Lower belly is resting on his thighs. Ass propped up in the air. Knees are resting on the bed. His hands start to work.

They swirl around her cheeks. He grabs them, massaging them, spreading them apart. He lightly spanks each cheek a couple of times. His right hand runs down her leg, feeling the smooth nylon, tracing the garters that hold the stocking in place. The hand moves up between her thighs. She pushes her ass into the air a bit more, trying to meet his fingers. He moves against her slit, pushing the lips apart. A finger slides up and down, her natural lubrication making the movements smooth. Down to her clit, back up, hovering above the opening. Back down, back up. Then, his finger slides in. Slowly, he pushes inside of her. She gasps, pushes her butt back against him, jamming his finger in to the hilt. She grinds against his hand, rotating her hips. He slides back out, and she moans in disappointment. 

"PLEASE, make me cum."

Two fingers slide back in, filling her up. They slide in and out, with a third finger pushing down and sliding over her clit with each thrust. His thumb rides up and down her ass crack in rhythm, stimulating the opening. His left hand slides underneath her, and grasps her left breast. He squeezes it in time with his right handed thrusts. She feels his member underneath her, poking into her lower belly. She slides forward just a bit, so that its head is resting right at the top of her slit. 

"Do you want to cum?" 

"Fuck yes, please ... please." 

"Not yet." 

He pulls his hands away, then he rolls out from under her. He slides her over into the center of the bed. She is laying on her belly. He unties her hands. 

"Roll over." 

She complies. He takes her left hand, and ties it to the bedpost above her head. He moves to the other side, and binds the right hand. He then moves down, and removes the panties from her ankles, freeing them. He moves up between her legs, spreading them wide. He raises her legs, and pushes them back against her chest. His face drops to her pussy. His tongue traces around the outside of the lips. She is moaning, trying to grind her hips against his face. She grabs the wrist restraints, trying to use them as leverage, but to no avail. She just can't control anything, she is at his mercy.

His tongue continues, darting in between the lips, sucking on her clit. She feels the fire inside of her at a level never felt before. His fingers pull her lips apart, allowing him to use his tongue to penetrate her over and over. She is squeeling now. She is out of her mind with pleasure and frustration.




Interlude 05-77



He pulls away, and repositions himself up against her. He pushes her thighs back up against her chest, opening her wide. He rests his member right on top of her spread lips. She gasps loudly. Her breathing is heavy, and fast. She is dizzy from all of the sensations she is experiencing. He rotates her hips up slightly, so the base of his dick is resting against her lips, it's shaft up against her clit, the ball sac pressing against her ass. His right index finger starts on her clit, rapidly rubbing it. He slowly moves his shaft up and down her lips – no penetration, but pressing against her. She starts to tense up again, even tighter. He can feel it. 

"Do you want to cum?" 

"YES, dammit – FUCK ME!" 

"Are you ready?" 

"Now, PLEASE!"

He pulls back a bit, repositions his member, and then thrusts forward. He glides in right up to the hilt, and places his weight on her. He is pressing hard into her. His shaft fills her. His pubic bone pushes against her clit. He holds it in place, not moving. She is writhing under him, spasms wracking her body. Her legs wrap around him, and pull him in even tighter. He leans forward, and kisses her hard. He moves his mouth over to her ear, and whispers ...

"Cum, now."

She screams, and loses control of her body. She clenches, her teeth grit, she pulls against the hard restraints so hard that they separate. Her hands fly down and wrap abound his back. He grunts as her finger nails sink in. She is over the top, waves of orgasm coursing through her for what seem like hours. It starts to subside, he pulls back, and then thrusts in again. He grinds against her hard, and she quickly rises up and over the top again. Another orgasm hits, and the first one isn't even done yet. Her body shudders as it washes over her.

She floats down slowly, not wanting it to end. The feeling was so intense, so wildly intoxicating that she doesn't want it to stop. However, she is spent. She falls into the bed, completely collapsing. He slides off to one side. His fingers lightly trace up and down her body, calming her skin down a bit. 

"Thank you," she whispers, then falls into a peaceful sleepy blackness ....



Interlude



This story was written to prove a point. While they have their place, crude sexual and anatomical terms bring out the baser, more animal, instincts in us. As creatures of higher thinking, it is more often the simplicity and the depth of the act itself that seduces us. In this vein, I wrote to celebrate the sexual act as one of power and beauty. 

I hope you will enjoy my story and be drawn into my interlude…

We stand in the doorway to the room. It is filled with hundreds of candles, glowing a soft gold, their scent soothing. The walls are a deep red. The blend of colors, reminiscent of the Orient, is warm and sensual. To our left is a large pool sunk in the floor, water gently swirling, fragrant steam rising to blend with the scent of the candles. In front of us is a large bed draped in rich linens of gold and red, it’s posts standing like sentinels. The soft, steady pulse of the music beckons. We enter. We are nude.

I lead you toward the bed, gently urging you to lie face down on the smooth linen. I reach for a glass bottle warming in a basin of water beside the bed. I straddle your waist, facing your head, pinning your arms to your sides with my knees and begin to massage you with the heated oil. I start at your neck, stroking slowly out across your shoulders, then trace back to your neck, rhythmically repeating my movements again, yet again…..I move my hand down the center of your back, following the muscles on either side of your spine to your waist, again, down and up, down and up, timing my movements with the beat of the music that seems to fill the room. Each time I change position, I add more oil, pausing only briefly. I move my hands to your sides and stroke firmly upward from your waist along your ribs, then more lightly back down, leaning slightly forward with each upward stroke, my whole body begins to move with the pulse of the music, the sound of the water, the beat of your heart.

I shift position, still keeping your arms pinned with my knees, but facing your feet. I slowly massage your buttocks, circular strokes, gently kneading the muscles beneath my hands. You try to move beneath me…..”be still”, I whisper. I begin to stroke the back of your left thigh with both hands from your buttock to your knees, my pressure firm as I go down, then lightly trailing my fingers back up. Repeating the strokes again, firm, then light, gently rocking now with my movements. I repeat the same process with your right leg, buttock to knee, firm them light, firm then light. My hands move to grasp your left ankle, and bending your knee, I rest you heel between my breasts. I stroke your calf muscles, never breaking the steady rhythm. I move my skilled fingers over your foot, gently pull your toes, pause to kiss the arch. You try not to moan as I move to repeat the same steps with the right leg; pulling gently on your toes, sucking them into my mouth, before continuing with my massage of you foot and calf.

I urge you to roll over onto your back, but again, I straddle your waist and pin your arms to your sides. I pause to kiss you, ever so lightly, just a brush of my lips on yours, before I begin to stroke from your shoulders, down your arms, my eyes on yours. The scents in the room go stronger, mingled with the scents of our passion. My hands shift to your chest and I firmly stroke down, fingers splayed over your ribs, to your waist, then up again, over and over, my rhythm increasing only slightly as your pulse quickens. I turn to face your feet again. You try to touch me, but again I keep your arms pinned. I massage the fronts of your thighs as I did the backs, firm then light strokes, down and up, first the left, then the right. I switch and put one hand on the inside of each thigh and lightly trail my fingers up and down your thighs, moving closer each stroke to your center, felling you tense with pleasure beneath my hands, watching your erection grow.

I shift so that I can lean down and lick just the tip of your erection with my tongue, then slowly encircling it. I take it in my mouth inch by inch, massaging it with my tongue, working up and down it. You begin to move beneath me. I am becoming warm and moist where my body rests against you. I begin to lose myself as I massage your erection with my mouth, and I raise my hips up, shifting to be able to take you deeper. You free one hand and reach up stroking my buttocks, my skin slick from the oil. You slide your hand between my thighs and stroke my clitoris. I moan and increase my pace, as I rub myself against your hand.

Suddenly you thrust two fingers deep into me, and a raise my head and cry out as I come, tightening around your fingers. You take advantage of my weakness, grabbing my hips and rolling me onto my back. Your straddle my thighs and pin my arms beside my head, leaning down to kiss me deeply, our tongues seeking, inciting. You slide your mouth down my throat to brush your hair over my breasts, then you take my right nipple into your mouth, gentle teasing at first. You begin to suckle first one breast then the other, growing more aggressive, pulling and nipping with your teeth. I arch my back beneath you as your start to kiss and lick your way down my torso, over my belly, pausing just above my bare pubis. You look up to me, and I raise my head to meet your eyes, then you slide your tongue down over my swollen clitoris, lapping up my wetness.

I raise my legs up to brace my feet on your shoulders as you feast on me, my hands pinned to my sides. I am your prisoner as you drive me up and over the edge of another orgasm. My body grows limp, shuddering. You move up to kiss me again, letting me taste myself on your lips, your tongue…..Using my legs I roll you onto your side, then your back, never breaking our kiss. I straddle you and lift myself over you, then begin to slowly bring myself down, impaled on your erection….

You lace your fingers with mine and I brace myself against you as we move slowly at first. I take you all the way into me then nearly out. Our hearts beat as one and we move to the rhythm of the music. Your eyes locked on mine, you begin to move faster, thrusting deeper. I feel myself once more going up toward my peak and my back arches, my head rolls back. You let go of my hands and streak your hands up my torso to my breasts, grasping and twisting my nipples, hard. I scream as I come. You make one last hard thrust deep into my center, following me over the edge, spilling yourself in me….

I collapse on top of you, and you bring your arms up, pulling me protectively to you, stroking me as my breathing begins to slow. You shift into a sitting position, pulling me into your lap, and swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. You rise and carry me to the waiting pool, stepping slowly down into the water. You lower our bodies into the steaming water, settling me on your lap. You soothe me until I fall asleep in your arms…..



Interlude 06-77



Six

The trip to the spa a month ago had been memorable. She still wasn't sure who had gotten her off while she was motionless on the massage table. He had not spilled the beans, and was clearly enjoying toying with her about it. A return visit to interrogate Hiroko wasn't in the cards; that would certainly be awkward no matter what Hiroko's answer would be. In any case, she still got the warm and fuzzies when thoughts drifted back to that day.

It would be good for him to experience the spa, so she had set up an appointment for him. There was no special occasion for this, she just wanted to treat him. There would be a twist with this, however. Hopefully he would appreciate the special treat she had lined up.

The call to the spa's manager had allowed her to go over and see all of the staff members, so she could choose the person she wanted to team up with for his surprise. After speaking with a couple of them, the perfect one appeared, and the deal was set.

Two weeks later, they enter the front door of the spa. The same lady is behind the desk. She smiles at them, remembering the special arrangement for this visit. 

"Just a moment, please," she tells them. "I will call Gianna for you."

A couple of minutes later the glass door slides open, and out walks a stunning creature. Gianna looks like a walking porn star. About 5'8", she has on heels that add a good 4 inches to that. Dirty blonde hair, tied in a pony tail, hanging down to the middle of her back. A pretty face; not drop dead gorgeous, but a very attractive lady. All of this made a very nice package, but she knew where his gaze will immediately go. The tight uniform top was stretched across a chest that had to have measured 32DD, or maybe even an E cup. It was clear from her choice of clothing fit that Gianna knew what her most visible 'asset' was, and was proud of it.

Seeing his face, mouth agape, tells her that she made the right choice when she had asked for Gianna's services. What man didn't want to be attended to by a blonde with big tits? Amused, she sees him try to regain his composure.

Gianna smiles at them. "Come with me, please."

They follow her through the glass door, down the narrow hallway. They come to the second room from the end on the right. The blonde opens the door for them. 

"Please remove your clothes. There is a robe in the cabinet for you to wear. Nothing else, please. When you are ready, exit through this door. I will see you then," the girl says. She then exits the room through the door opposite the one they entered from. She knows this door leads to the pool and tub area. She wonders if he knows that as well. Depends upon whether he was or was not here the last time, she muses to herself.

He starts to unbutton his shirt, but she steps forward and stops him. "I will take care of that," she states.

She moves around to his back, pushes up against him, unbuttons his shirt, and pulls it off. She just drops it on the floor, rather than move to the hangers. Her hands drop to his pants, unbuttoning and then unzipping them, slowly. She playfully runs the zipper up and down over his manhood a couple of times, teasing him. Pants undone, she slides them down to his feet, and he steps out of them. She stays down low behind him, and pulls his shorts down. Socks and shorts come off. She stands back up, rubbing against the back of his naked body.

Her hands circle around to his belly button, and then move lower. She grabs hold of his cock with her right hand, and gives it a squeeze. It is rapidly engorging. She enjoys this stage of his excitement. The shaft is not fully rigid, but filling with blood. She feels a sense of power whenever she grabs hold of it and feels it grow inside of her hand. In just a few seconds, it is fully erect.

She tightly squeezes his cock and whispers in his ear "Now, here are the rules. You are to enjoy yourself. I selected this young lady for your enjoyment. You can look at her all you want. You can drool over her tits if you want. When she touches you for your massage, she can touch you in any way she wants. You cannot touch her. If she sticks her tits in your face, you can look, but I better not see your mouth open! I will be watching to make sure you follow the rules. If you break them, you can say goodbye to my pussy for a month. Don't be embarrassed if you have a hardon while she is working you over. Frankly, I'd be worried about you if you didn't. Now, do you understand?"

"Yes, but do you really expect me not to touch her?" he responds.

"You can if you want, but if you do, just remember. Bye bye to your little friend down here if you do."

He nods his agreement. She walks over, grabs the robe, and helps him put it on. They then walk out of the door to the pool room. Gianna motions them over to a door on the other side of the room. Eager to see what is about to happen, she pushes him towards the door.

Gianna opens the door, and they walk in. The blonde takes him by the hand, and leads him over to the edge of a large tub built into the floor. Looking back, she motions for her to take a seat in a chair set off to the side. He steps into the tub, then down into it and takes a seat.

Seeing the steam rising from the water in the tub brings back a flood of memories from her last time in this spa. She closes her eyes, and remembers the perky young Japanese girl who had worked her over that day. She feels a stirring of desire between her legs as she thinks about the pleasure she had experienced. 

The blonde walks over to the edge of the tub, facing towards her, away from him. Her position appears to be well planned. She looks at the girl, and he is directly behind her. She can see the girl, and him in the background, without shifting her eyes.

Gianna unbuttons her uniform top. It is difficult, the material is stretched tightly over her massive breasts. She is frankly surprised that the buttons haven't flown off from the tension they must be under. Underneath is a beautiful, white bra. Sheer cups topped with lace don't hide a thing. It's not a low cut undergarment, for obvious reasons the girl needs a lot of support while working! Gianna reaches deftly behind her back, and unhooks the bra. The back and sides of if fall to her side, a little shake of her chest causes it to fall free of her massive mounds. 

She can't help but stare at the girl. She knew her tits were big, their size being obvious even under the clothing. However, there wasn't any clue as to how they would actually look against her small frame 'in person'. From the lack of scarring, their shape, and their movement, it was obvious that they were real. No plastic in those puppies! Gianna turns a bit, and presents a bit of a profile. The breasts are perfect in shape. No sag, the right amount of roundness, nipples slightly upturned. The areola are fairly large and puffy, and the tips of the nipples stick out about 3/8 of an inch. Really pretty breasts. In 10 years or so, mother gravity will take over, but for now this young lady is blessed with quite a 'personality'.

In the background, she can see his eyes are wide open. She can only imagine how much wider they will get when this young lady turns to face him!

Gianna kicks off her heels, and then slides out of her short uniform skirt. There is a white satin and lace thong underneath. She matter of factly turns around to face him, and bends over to scoop up her clothing. His mouth has dropped about as far open as it can go. The girl walks over to stack her clothing, what there is of it, on a shelf. Her body is shown off for all of its beauty, very slight jiggle in her ass as she moves, and considerably more jiggle from the masses up on her chest. Long legs, round curvy butt, substantial hips, flat belly, great breasts ... all in all a beautiful package.

Pulling her eyes off the young lady, she looks at him again, sitting in the tub. His gaze is locked on Gianna's figure as she moves around. Since he is sitting low in the water, she can't see his member, but it was a good bet it was at full attention.

Gianna walks over to the edge of the tub. She pulls her pony tail up and pins it above her shoulders. Her long legs then move her down into the hot water. Remembering her session with Hiroko, she knows he will appreciate what is coming next. The girl takes him by the hand and leads him out to the center of the water. A loofa appears, along with some scented body wash. They are both standing in the water, whose level is just below their waists. The girl moves around to his back, and starts moving the soft sponge over his skin. His eyes close, and his head leans back as he enjoys the attention. 

She sees the head of his member sticking out of the water. It looks like a miniature sea serpent, coming up for water. She giggles to herself, hoping it wasn't audible. 

His eyes are closed, head lolled back a bit. His face has a look of contentment on it. The girl's hands rub all over his back and shoulders, the loofa lubricated by the scented cleanser. The young lady moves closer to him, and pushes her breasts against his back. The eyes spring open as he realizes what is contacting his skin. Gianna's hands slide under his arms, and around to her chest. They move in circles, kneading his flesh while cleaning it. The continue all over his chest, up to his neck, sliding down beneath the water just above his pubic hair. The head of the serpent bobs up and down in the water a bit, causing some ripples to spread out on the surface.

Gianna puts down the loofa, places her hands on his shoulders, and turns him around to face her. Picking up the spongy material, she squeezes another blob of cleanser on it and rubs it around a bit. Her hands move to his chest, where they continue to massage. All of a sudden, they drop down to his member. Her left hand grabs his shaft, while the right slides the loofa all over it and his balls. 

His eyes look like they are about to pop out of his head. It is clear from his expression that he is enjoying what is going on, but he doesn't know if he should be enjoying it. Especially with her sitting in a chair watching everything that is going on. She had told him to enjoy it, but sympathized with his predicament. Well, maybe not ... it was kind of enjoyable watching his consternation.

The girl kneels in front of him, hands sliding down his legs. His lip is quivering now. He's really got to be torn between suffering and bliss. After all, a blonde head at his waist, hands sliding up and down his legs and occasionally brushing against the underside of his ball sac must be a wet dreamer's wet dream!

Finished with her work, the girl stands up. The loofa is put up, and hands cup to drop water over him. The remaining suds wash away. Gianna moves around his side, breasts accidently (?) brushing his right arm as they wiggle by. More water dropped onto him drains the last of the suds away.

The blonde separates from him, and exits the tub. Grabbing a towel, the girl dries herself off, making a show of bending over in front of him. He gets a great look at the tiny string of white material that is wedged between her ass cheeks. He is transfixed, completely motionless as he watches her. All pretense of being coy about stealing a glimpse at that body is gone. 

The girl slides down her thong, and steps out of it. Her crotch is dried with a couple of passes with the towel. How he wished to be the hand holding that towel! He has an inquisitive look on his face. Indeed, she was wondering about the thong bit, about why the girl had entered the tub with it on. The girl pulls on a fresh, dry one.

The blonde notices his look. "I have to be clothed when I touch a client of the opposite sex. State regulations. Fortunately, they don't tell me how much clothing that has to be," she says with a smile. "C'mon out, I'll dry you off."

He walks up the steps. Gianna gets to work, drying him with a fluffy white towel. Once done, she leads him over to the massage table. His hardon is right there in plain view, but it doesn't seem to be a modesty problem for him anymore. 

"Face down on the table, please."

He complies. Watching him, she remembers how comfortable the table was for her, how it relaxed her to the point of nodding off. She doubted he would do the same, not with that pair bobbing in front of his face!

The girl picks up a carafe. It hovers over his back, tips a bit, and the contents drizzle over his skin. An audible moan comes from him as the warm, scented oil is dropped all over his back, then down the backs of his legs. Gianna puts the vessel down, and moves up the side of the table to where his head is laying.

The girl's hands start at his shoulders, massaging the skin and muscle. The oil provides lubrication, making the movements smooth, slick, and silky. Small grunts eminate from him with each squeeze of the muscle tissue. The large breasts are hovering over him, just above his down turned head. They roll back and forth in time to the motions of the massage. If he rolled his head to one side, he'd get an eyeful of nipple.

Gianna moves over to the side of the table. The girl glances over at her, and nods. It is a prearranged signal between the two of them. She stands up, and strips down to her thong, matching the young girl. Hers is black, the customary color of her underwear. Silently moving over to the other side of the table, she joins her young 'partner in crime'.

The blonde takes the carafe and pours some of the warm oil onto her hands, then puts the container down. A pair of hands resumes its working on his left shoulder and upper arm. Now, it is joined by another set of hands, beginning their work on his right shoulder and arm. For a few seconds, he does not react. Then he realizes something is very different, and his head comes up off the table. His head turns to his left, and he sees the large twin mounds with their puffy nipples. His head swivels back around to the right, and he sees a pair of orbs very different, but very familiar. He smiles, and drops his head back down onto the table. 

Four hands work his muscles, from shoulders down the center of his back to just above his ass. The blonde pauses her efforts to drop more oil onto his skin, then resumes. In tandem, the two women move down his body to his ass. Their hands knead and work his buttocks and the back of his upper thighs. After a couple of minutes, they move down to his thighs and calves. He is seriously moaning with pleasure now, the erotic nature of his situation is very much secondary to the relief his muscles are feeling from the attention.

She runs a finger down the instep of his right foot. His ticklish nature brings him right up off the table.

"On to your back now, please," Gianna instructs.

He flips over, lying back on the table. His muscles may have been relaxing under their efforts, but one part of his body was anything but relaxed. His dick is engorged, resting on his belly, full length out there for both women to gaze upon. While he wasn't hung like a porn star horse, what he was endowed with was more than adequate for the average woman. Indeed, its size is just about right for penetration in any orifice, oral comfort, and manual manipulation. It had never failed to satisfy her.

The women looked at each other, remembering what they had discussed previously. Gianna moves up to the end of the table near his head. She moves down to the other end, and starts manipulating his feet and calves. As the blonde works on his shoulders and upper chest, she moves closer to him. Her breasts are swaying right above his face, nipples teasingly close to his lips. On a few of her stretches to move down to the center of his chest, one of the nipples would lightly brush against his nose. She would shift slightly, so the next time would ensure contact with the other nipple. Gianna really enjoyed teasing men like this. The few special clients who received this level of 'appointment' allowed her to satisfy her dominant streak.

As she is working on his lower legs, she looks up at the blonde and her efforts. As evidenced by his dick bobbing up and down against his stomach, he was really enjoying it. Watching the buxom girl drag her tits across his face was fun, since she knew there wasn't anything romantic attached. After all, she had been the one to set it up for his benefit.

She climbs up onto the table between his legs. Her hands move to his thighs and start massaging the thick, heavy muscles there. Now and then, her fingers slide up the inside of the thighs, just brushing against his balls. Each time, his shaft jerks in response. She can see the light twinkling off the drop of pre-cum at its tip. She stops and reaches over to pick up the carafe again. A slow drizzle of the still very warm oil drops down onto his mushroom shaped head. Another jerk throws off a couple of drops of the fluid. She continues, and bathes his dick in the liquid warmth. Her left hand cups his sac, holding it so that the fluid can drench it completely as well. The carafe is then set back down.

Her left hand gently massages his testes. It slides down below them, massaging the tender area between them and his anus. Her fingers slide over the orifice, teasing it. His hips move in response, trying to force his member at her. Her right hand pushes down on his belly, putting his ass back on the table. The hand then grasps the shaft, and starts slowly sliding up and down its length.

Gianna, in the mean time, has moved to the side of the table at his right. Her left hand goes back to his chest, concentrating on his pectorals and nipples. Her right hand slides down his belly to his shaft. She splits her fingers, and starts sliding her hand on the base of his belly down around his shaft. Her fingers slide to each side of the base of his cock each time she moves, massaging its base. This complements the up and down stroking and ball massage going on with the other hands. His groin is covered with their hands, doing their best to overwhelm him with pleasure.

He is squirming under their efforts now. His moans build in intensity. The girl notices him trying to raise his head up to look at what is going on. Reaching under the table, she pulls out a pillow with her left hand and slides it under his head so he can view this once in a lifetime treat.

She feels his sac start to tighten, and slows her efforts. It wouldn't do to have him end this session prior to her planned finale.

Gianna takes her right hand, and covers the head of his cock. She starts swirling the hand around, rubbing the sensitive tip and underside with the palm of her hand. Round and round in a circular motion the hand moves. His hips start gyrating in sympathetic movement. She grasps the base of his cock and squeezes it, other hand cupping his sac, gently massaging his balls. The blonde's hand continues its work. His hips start to jerk. She squeezes the shaft hard, and they both stop their movements. A single drop of cum leaks from the tip. Perfect timing. 

The blonde takes another pillow from underneath the table, locating it next to his hips. She grasps his cock and pulls upward gently. He gets the message, and raises his ass off the table. Pillow in place, his dick is now standing up and saluting the sky. 

The young girl moves to the end of the table, and climbs up on it between his legs. Squatting down on her knees, Gianna slides up to cup his ass between her thighs. The position is one of his favorites, at least when the genders are reversed. 

She climbs up on the table behind Gianna. Taking the carafe once again, she reaches around the girl and pours a liberal amount of the warm liquid over the enormous breasts. The carafe is then set down. She slides up directly behind the girl, and reaches over her. Her fingers lightly trace the oily mounds, circling around the hardening nipples. She is doing this for his visual benefit, and is not experiencing any excitement from it – at least that's what she keeps telling herself. Hands circle down around the breasts, cupping them from below. Hefting their weight, she marvels at how soft the flesh is. For breasts of such size, there is remarkably little stretching effect noticeable. The puffy areola are very pliable, in contrast with the hard points of the nipples. 




Interlude 06-77



She had always enjoyed when someone caressed her breasts in this fashion. She hoped the girl was enjoying it. At this point, she had to admit to herself it felt pretty good giving this treatment, as well as receiving it. Not that she had any lesbian tendencies, of course ...

Using her own breasts, she pushes the girl's torso forward. Gianna's oiled up mounds engulf his cock. She slides her hands under the girl's arms, grasps the breasts, and pushes them together. As he looks down at the proceedings, his cock complete disappears between the girl's gorgeous breasts. 

She pinches Gianna's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, while continuing to press inward on the masses of tit flesh. The girl leans her head back a bit and moans softly. If the masseuse wasn't enjoying herself, she was doing a darned god job of acting. 

His hips begin to thrust up and down, using the breasts as a lubricated tunnel to slide his cock through. He had always enjoyed tit fucking, but with such a massive, beautiful pair being presented to him by someone special was simply outstanding. 

When he had fucked his lady's tits, his dick head would make an appearance at the end of each stroke. This girl's boobs were so massive that it was completely hidden from view for the entire stroke. 

Gianna's free hands roam underneath. The right one cups his balls. The left one slides up and down beneath them, sliding up and around his ass crack, teasing the sensitive skin and opening.

"Look at her tits. See your cock in there? See how nice and slick you move in there? Aren't they beautiful? You want to come on them, don't you?" she asks.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. Can I cum? Now?" he responds.

"If you are ready, my darling, blast away."

His thrusts speed up, his cock is banging against Gianna's breasts. The speed would cause her considerable pain, if it weren't for the oil's lubrication. The girl wraps her hand around his sac. She shoves the tip of one finger into his anus, not very far, and starts twirling it around tickling the sensitive area.

He gasps and them spasms hard. His legs lock, cock extended as far forward as it can. Thick white streams start erupting from the tip. The first one shoots up and hits the underside of the girl's chin, and then drops back down into her wet cleavage. The second one arcs off wildly, to land on his stomach and chest. Three or four more ropes drop onto the girl's heaving breasts, adding to the lubrication. As he starts to subside, she drops the girl's right breast, and grips his shaft with her right hand. Squeezing its base and sliding her hand to its tip, she milks out the last of his spunk.

Using her left hand, she pushes Gianna's left tit towards his dick, and slaps the nipple with the head. She uses the mushroom shape to trace circles around the areola. It is for his benefit. He is watching, enjoying being treated like a porn star. After a few moments, he loses his stamina, and collapses back onto the table.

The ladies slide back off the table, and remove the pillows from underneath him. She leans over his chest, and uses her tongue to lick up a couple of drops of his semen. She is grinning at him while doing so. The look of utter contentment on his face is priceless.

Gianna is moving off to another door, presumably to go shower herself off now that the session is complete. 

"Take a nap. I'm going to go clean off. When you wake up, I'll shower with you, we'll have a long leisurely fuck under the spray, and then we'll go have dinner. OK with you?"

"Hmmmmm," is all he can manage to get out before slipping under.

She looks at him, the peaceful look on his face, the fruits of his orgasm still on his belly and chest. Oh well, cleaning him later will give her a chance to get his shaft up to full attention again. She needed that cock inside of her, it was her turn to get some release.

Walking over to the shower room door, she thinks that the session was a well spent dollar or two. Hoping to run into Gianna in the shower, she opens the door ...



Interlude



He was sitting on the bed as she walked into the room. She had changed into a sheer, floor-length nightgown, through the gauzy material it was obvious that she wore neither bra nor underwear, her nipples were pressing against the fabric. He stood and went to her. 

"You’re beautiful, baby, just beautiful." With that he kissed her, a gentle brushing of each other's lips. She reached up and laid her hand against his cheek.

"You too, love." And she pulled his mouth back to hers in a kiss that was no longer gentle but passionate, filled with need that demanded the same, and more, in return. Always ready to please her, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, placed his hands on her ass and pulled her against him. As their nether regions met she let out a helpless moan. He could stand it no longer, shifting his hands he lifted her in his arms. She kissed his neck, nibbling just below his ear, as he carried her to the bed.

Laying her down, he stood, watching as she writhed excitedly on the bed. Then with a sound that was part moan, part growl, he lay down next to her, his lips searching for hers, his hands searching for the perfect breasts he knew were concealed by the thin material of her gown. He rubbed her erect nipples through the fabric and was rewarded with a quiet moan. Wanting to feel her soft flesh beneath his hands, he reached for the hem of her garment and lifted it higher and higher; exposing first delicate ankles, then a pair of long legs, her hips and off it came. She raised her arms and lifted her body, arching her back slightly to help him. He glanced down while she was still arched, her breasts were reaching for the sky, her nipples like rosy thimbles.

Tossing the discarded clothing to the floor he kissed her shoulder, her neck, her earlobe. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear and she squirmed as his hot breath tickled her. Kissing her lips once more, he started to work his way downwards. His hands were already massaging and fondling her breasts and his hot mouth joined them, nibbling on her nipples, gently tugging on them, dragging his teeth across the sensitive skin. She had her head thrown back, eyes closed as her breathing quickened.

Just as he was headed even lower her small hands stopped him.

"My turn." She pushed him onto the bed beside her and straddled his waist. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands across his smooth, hairless chest, feeling the muscles there. Leaning down she licked and suckled his hard little nipples. His gasp was enough to let her know that he was enjoying it. Moving her body down farther on his, she fumbled with the zipper on his pants. With a little triumphant squeal, she had them undone and was tugging them over his hips, which he obligingly lifted. With his pants gone there was only a thin covering of fabric that stood between her and her goal. She gave him a deliciously naughty grin and leaned forward, grasping the waistband of his boxers in her teeth. She tugged them down, her hot breath on his cock caused him to pant with desire. A little tugging later she was back up straddling his waist, his hard cock pressing against her wet pussy as she kissed him, hard. Her tongue pressed savagely into his mouth, wanting to taste him. His hands tangled in her hair as the kiss continued, both panting for breath. Pulling away she scooted down the bed.

Taking his hard manhood in one hand she licked the pre-cum from its head and gently grazed her teeth across the smooth knob. She massaged his balls in one hand while her tongue made spirals around his long, hard tool, thoroughly wetting it with her saliva. Without warning she suddenly lowered her head onto his cock, relaxing her throat and taking almost the entire length into her mouth. He let out a loud moan as she started to bob her head up and down, sucking hard, her other hand still massaging his nuts.

"Enough," he panted, "Enough, I want you, NOW!" With that he pulled her up and rolled over so she was beneath him, raising himself with his arms he positioned his cock at the mouth of her sopping wet cunt. Teasing her, he rubbed the head up and down her slit, spreading her juices. Soon, he could take it no longer and he plunged his hard cock into her hot love hole. It was no time before the two of them were panting and moaning as he thrust into her again and again, getting harder and faster, her body rising to meet his at each thrust. She suddenly let out a loud moan and arched her body as all her muscles tensed with the power of her orgasm. Feeling her pussy clench and quiver around his cock he was unable to help himself and joined her in orgasmic bliss.

Spent, he rolled off her and they just lay there, catching their breath for a moment. He kissed her and rubbed his hand up her body to her face, cupping her cheek he looked into her eyes for a moment before moving away. He moved down between her legs where their combined juices were dripping. He lowered himself and started to lap at the remains of their recent joining. As he brushed her swollen clit, she moaned. Taking the hint, he took the little bud into his mouth, sucking for all he was worth. The feel of his mouth on such a sensitive organ was too much for her and she tensed again as another powerful orgasm racked her body. He gently lapped the new and remaining juice from her pussy, licking her clean before returning to his spot beside her.

He pulled her to him, resting her head on his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head, stroking the sweat-dampened strands of hair from her forehead. Her arm snuck around him and she cuddled into his chest, feeling safe and contented within the circle of his loving embrace.

"I love you," she murmured sleepily.

"I love you, too," was the quiet reply.

And with that, the two lovers fell fast asleep.



Interlude 07-77



Seven

The envelope was laying on her desk at work. No return address, which was kind of odd. Looking around to make sure none of her nosy neighbors were snooping a look, she opened it up. There was a sealed card, and a sleeved DVD. The disc was a recordable one, obviously home made. There was no label on it, no markings to indicate what it contained.

The note was slightly scented, which was her first clue. Opening it, her suspicions were confirmed, and her heart started fluttering a bit. 

"What's he got in mind this time?" she softly mutters to herself.

She unfolds the sheet of paper, and begins to read.

"I hope you enjoy this as much as I did making it. Of course, you did participate, but more on that later.

Choose an evening when you will be home alone. Start a fire, and pour yourself a large glass of that wine you love so much. Put on something naughty, exactly what is your choice.

Set up the DVD to play on that big widescreen LCD I know you have in your living room. Slide onto the couch, get comfy, and start it up.

No hints from me as to what it is, you'll have to wait for that. However, please trust me in that you will want to be alone, and with no chance of being disturbed. Do not sneak a peek before you are ready to watch the whole thing. That will definitely spoil your experience!"

Oh, crap, she thinks to herself. The weekend is 4 days away, and no chance of doing this before that. Normally, there was no way to do this at home, not knowing what was going to come up on screen. She should slap it into her laptop and cheat, but she had come to trust him in what he said. Friday evening after work would do. She wondered if he somehow knew a day coming up would be good timing. Probably. He does seem to have a spy letting him know whatever he wanted to know about her. That son of a bitch is going to have her wondering about this all week.

She steps out of the shower and towels herself off. She slips on the black teddy she had selected. It is comfortable, but very sexy. She has worn it a few times, and likes the way it makes her look. He hasn't seen it, it is in her personal stash. The see through fabric hints at what is underneath. Her breasts are lightly cupped underneath, with her nipples visible. The light fabric is already exciting them, the tips are standing at attention. Well, maybe it is the fabric, maybe it is anticipation. She pulls on the matching robe over it, and slides off to the living room.

The fire is going, just ask he directed. She inserts the DVD into the player, and walks over to the sofa. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but thought that the thick, soft fake fur she liked to lie on would make a good cushion. She hops up on it, and hits play on the remote. A simple title comes on screen. There is no photo, no sound.

"Enjoy Being Me," it states simply.

Soft music starts playing, so softly that you might not know it was there if you didn't concentrate. 

A picture comes on. It is her face. It zooms out a bit, and she suddenly realizes what it is.

In their last encounter, he had worn this little strangely shaped earpiece. She had asked him about it, and he said it was a high def camera. He wanted to experiment a bit, to see what he could capture of their intimacy. If it had been anyone else, she would have balked immediately. You never know where intimate video would surface nowadays. However, she trusted him completely, and relented. At first, it was a bit intimidating knowing it was there, difficult to get into the rhythm. However, it was so small, and their fucking so intense that she quickly forgot it was even there.

So, now she was going to get a dose of herself, apparently. Her first inclination was to turn it off. She didn't get off on herself. But, he did send it, and he did title it "Enjoy Being Me". Now curious, she decides to give it a chance, to see what he saw when he looked at her.

Then his voice comes through the surround sound speakers, "I want you to see what I see when we are together. I want you to see your beauty. I want you to see how hot you are. I want you to see what makes me want you so badly. I want you to see what makes me cum. I wish you could feel how good it feels to have my dick inside of you. How good your breasts feel and how your nipples taste. How smooth and tight your pussy is. How incredible it is to cum inside of you. I wish I could give you that, but the technology isn't there yet. For now, just watch, and see what I see."

Wow. This ought to be good, she thinks to herself. 

On screen -- She is reclining on a bed, with a couple of pillows propped up behind her. She is braless, her breasts uncovered. She has on his favorites, black seamed stockings with a waist cincher/garter belt, and a satin thong. The black lingerie stands out in stark contrast to the white satin sheets. The lighting is moderate, and indirect. It looks natural, not like a staged movie. 

Off screen - She remembers she had on black heels, but they had been discarded by the time the video had started. The sheets had been so smooth, it was almost hard to keep from sliding on them. They had felt so good against her skin.

On screen -- He approaches the bed, stopping at the foot. He looks down, and sees his member at full attention pointing towards her. Looking up, he sees her sliding down the bed towards him. She swings her legs over the foot of the bed, and sits in front of him. Looking up at him, she swirls her tongue around her lips and smiles. Bending over slightly, she sticks out her tongue and barely touches the tip of his dick. It jerks upward in response. She flicks it twice more, teasing it. She giggles, and makes a show of closely inspecting the head. She then sticks out her tongue, places it under the head, and slide her head down the shaft. He moans in delight at the sensation. Up and down her head moves, tongue swirling along his length. 

Off screen -- her mouth waters a bit, as she remembers the salty taste of his precum, and the texture of his skin as the dick slid across her lips and tongue.

On screen -- Her head pulls back away from his dick. She looks up at him and smiles. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asks him.

"Oh, yeah. Get to work, young lady"

She cocks her head to the right, and moves to his head. She maintains eye contact with him. Her mouth opens. The tongue slides out, and then curls around the underside of the head. The lips slowly move over the head, engulfing it in warm wetness. 

Her lips close around his shaft just under the head. Her eyes, slightly closed now, gaze up at him. Her head starts moving around in a circular motion, the lips locked onto the shaft dragging it along with her movements. The tongue, hidden from view, is flicking the tip. 

Off screen -- DAMN! She loved sucking his cock, there was no doubt about that. She gets excited whenever she thinks about having his meat for dinner. However, she had no idea it looked so sexy, so exciting to see her do it. She knew about all the studies that said most of men's pleasure from sex comes visually, versus women whose pleasure comes mostly from physical contact. From watching this, she could understand why men liked the lights on, liked to watch porn, and liked to watch having their cocks sucked. 

She congratulates herself on her technique. She wishes she could actually feel what he was feeling at this point. She longed to know what his dick was feeling as her mouth performed for him. 

Without thinking about it, her left hand slides up to her left breast, and slowly starts massaging it.

On screen - She breaks eye contact. Her head starts moving up and down, mouth sliding along the length of his shaft. He watches the top of her head as it moves. Her hair has fallen down, creating a black curtain cutting off his view. He watches her right hand move over and feels her fingers cup his ball sac. 

Off screen -- She remembers gently massaging his nuts, timing her movements to work with her up and down rhythm on his shaft. The skin tightened under her fingers, telling her that it was working. She could feel his load begin to build inside. His shaft was throbbing at this point, she could feel his pulse through the skin.

On screen -- Her movements start to slow a bit. His hands grab hold of her head, and try to force her to continue her bobbing. She resists, and backs off his dick. With a sideways toss, her hair is flung out of the way. She looks up at him, smiles, and begins teasing the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue.

"You're not going to cum yet, are you?" she asks the camera eye. "I've got so much more I want to do before you let loose your load, understand?"

The view bobs up and down as he nods his understanding.

Off screen -- She always enjoyed teasing him right up to the point of orgasm, and then backing off. Doing that a few times made for a much more explosive release when she finally let him go. Man, did she ever like it when he finally came after being teased. It was nice when he came in her hands, or her mouth, but she especially liked it when he came inside of her. Having his dick spasm inside of her pussy, then feeling his warm cum flooding her inner self was bliss itself.

Her fingers make their way to her left nipple, and started pinching and rolling it between them. The warmth is building in her pussy. She can feel her juices start to gather. Her right hand slides down her belly, over the thin fabric of the teddy. Her middle finger finds her clit, and starts gently massaging it in a circular motion.

On screen -- She slides back on the bed, back to her original position. She props up on the pillows, looking straight at him. Her legs pull up, and separate at the knees. The right hand slides down her belly, across the fabric and onto the satin panel of the thong. Her index finger hooks the left edge of the satin, and pulls it over to the right, exposing her pussy to him.

Her middle finger rests on top of her clit, rubbing it in a light circular motion.

"Come here, and get to work," her voice commands from the screen.

The view on the screen bounces a bit as he climbs up onto the bed. He moves close to her right leg. The sound of nylon sliding across skin comes across, as his face slides up the inside of her leg. Since the camera is in an earpiece on his right ear, the picture on screen is not exactly centered on what he was seeing at the time. The slightly off center view to the right means that the camera is looking straight into her pussy as he moves closer to it.

He stops just short of his target. His right hand reaches out, the fingers touching her lips. Her hand pulls back, surrendering its position to him. His middle finger rubs up and down across her labia. It separates, opening up to the warm moistness beneath. He keeps rubbing, pinching her lips between his middle, index, and ring fingers. Her whole pussy is getting a massage. He flicks her clit each time he moves over it. He looks up at her. Her head is leaned back, she is moaning loudly.

On the next pass, two fingers enter her passage. The index finger rides up and over her clit. The pinky slides down over her anus, tickling it. She shudders and gasps. His fingers slide in and out of her pussy, each thrust tickling her clit and asshole simultaneously. Her hips are gyrating now, trying to meet his movements.

Off screen -- Her middle finger is furiously rubbing her clit through the teddy. Her left hand is squeezing her tit hard. Oh, how she wished he was here right now, doing to her what she was watching him do to her on screen.

On screen -- Her hands reach down and grab him by the hair, and roughly pull his face into her womanhood. She wraps her hands around his head, and starts fucking his face. The image is confused, since his head is buried in her lap. Glimpses of black fabric and pussy lips appear as he comes up for air. Lots of swishing noises as the nylon of her stockings rubs against his hair. Loud moans are coming from her, and now from him.

"C'mon, stick your tongue in my pussy. Fuck me with your tongue. Don't stop ....don't stop."

The image is confused, as his head moves back and forth quickly, forcing his tongue inside her tunnel. His nose hits her clit with each thrust. The view twists to one side as she grabs fistfuls of his hair as leverage for her counter-thrusts into his face.

He pulls back, and slides two fingers into her cunt. He pushes back forward. The view is of her belly, tits, and face as he looks up over her mound. The sound of his tongue noisily licking her clit are clear through the speakers. 

Her moans become louder. "I'm cumming. Don't stop. Don't you fucking stop!"

The screen goes black, as she pulls down his face into her pussy and grinds against it.

"Aaaahhhhnnnnn," she squeals.

The picture jerks a couple of times, responding to her orgasm spasms. Then she appears again, as her legs and arms fall back into the bed. Her chest is heaving, trying to catch her breath. As her breasts rise with each breath, her face disappears behind them. He looks down at her pussy. His fingers slide out, glistening with her moisture. Her labia relax back, fully open and inviting re-entry.

Off screen -- Damn, why isn't he here, she thinks. She pulls her hand back from her clit. She is very close to making herself cum, and somehow restrains herself from going over the edge. She wanted to cum, no doubt about it, but she doesn't want to spend herself before seeing more of her own performance.

Watching herself cum on screen was certainly different that actually experiencing it firsthand. She, of course, remembered going through it. Watching the actions and reactions, hearing herself demanding his attention, seeing how wild she was during the tryst was almost as satisfying as actually doing it. Almost ...

On screen -- he rises to his knees on the bed, looking down at her prone body. Her chest is still heaving, trying to catch her breath. His hands spread her legs, and he slides up between them. He circles his arms under her knees, and lifts them up. Then, his palms find the bottom of her thighs, and push them up to her chest. She is wide open, wet pussy lips spread, the tunnel just visible between them. He rests his cock on top of it, its length resting between the labia.

His hips start moving back and forth a bit, sliding the shaft over the wetness. The right hand drops off her thigh, the thumb finding his dick and pushing it down onto her as he rocks fore and back. 

Her arms wrap around her thighs, pulling them in tightly against her breasts. She is moaning loudly now, eyes closed, head lolled back. Her hips try to move in rhythm with him, but she doesn't have much leverage in this position. 

The palm of his right hand replaces the thumb. He now moves the hand in a circular motion, adding even more pressure and friction against her pussy. 

"Do you want to cum?" he asks.

"Put it in, please put it in me. I want to cum, I need to cum right now."

He abruptly stops, and removes his cock. "No, you're not quite ready yet."

"Aaarrrggghhhh," she grunts as her arms drop back onto the bed. Her legs relax back down.

His gaze drops again to her legs, as his hands curl under her knees again. He scoops up the legs, sliding his hands up the stocking clad flesh. Hands slide up and down the smooth material, creating that erotic 'swooshing' sound that flicked his switch. Her shapely legs, encased in the nylon mesh, are beautiful. He grabs her ankles, and push them away from him. Looking down, he sees a pussy perfectly framed by the stockings. It is a very erotica sight.

Off screen -- No wonder he likes the hose, she thinks. Seeing them from his viewpoint, the attraction is certainly there. The way they accent her legs and frame her womanhood is visually exciting. She remembers the smooth feeling they gave as her legs slid together, and vows not to joke about his like of nylon leg wear anymore.

Her hands are now both pinching her nipples, massaging her boobs through the thin teddy. It feels so good, she just wished he was doing it.

On screen -- He pulls her legs back toward him, pushing his face between her feet. The view slides side to side as he rubs his face on her nylon encased soles. He then looks down at her, face framed by her feet and ankles.

He leans back just a bit, and positions his head at the entrance to her tunnel. Slowly, he moves forward, penetrating her. He pauses a bit at half shaft, to allow her walls to relax to permit him in further. When he feels a bit less resistance, he pushes in up the hilt. 

"Oh, fuck, that's good," she lets out softly. "I love your cock inside of me. You get so deep inside of me. C'mon ... fuck me. Fuck me, please."

His arms wrap around her legs, pulling them in towards him. She is now shaped like an 'L', flat on her back with her legs straight up in the air. He uses his grip around them as leverage to pull his dick inside of her, and then relaxes to let it slide back out. He repeats, slowly at first, then somewhat faster. Her arms are by her sides, hands grasping each cheek of her ass. She is pulling the cheeks apart, letting him inside of her as far as possible. Placement of the arms in that position also forces her breasts up, so that they aren't flattened out against her chest so much.

He looks down between her legs. Her tits are bobbing up and down in sympathy to each of his thrusts. Their mass jiggles ever time his shaft bottoms out. The nipples move in sync. It is incredibly exciting seeing them move like this, seeing the flesh respond to his movements. Each pounding of her pussy results in a ripple through them, like a wave of pure sex. His movements intensify in both rapidity and force. His thighs are slapping at hers with each thrust. The breasts bounce in perfect time ...

Off screen -- My God, that's hot, she thinks. Her hands squeeze her breasts hard, remembering the feeling that she had as they bounced back and forth across her chest. It had felt good at the time, but she had no idea it looked so good from his viewpoint.

On screen -- His movements slow. The thrusts are slower, deeper, and not as forceful. His legs aren't what they used to be, the muscle strain in his thighs is starting to affect him a bit. Catching his breath a bit and letting the muscles calm down, he continues slowly massaging her pussy with his shaft. The tsunami of breast movement on her chest slows to a light chop.

He parts her legs, and lies down on top of her. The view is of her hair, as his mouth seeks out hers. Slurping noises of a passionate, lustful kiss ensue. The screen shows some motion, as his hips continue to gyrate slowly, grinding his manhood into her womanhood. 

His mouth moves around to her left ear. "You like getting fucked, don't you? You like my dick pushing inside of you, don't you? Your pussy is so hot, and so tight. I'm gonna fill you up with cum. You like that, don't you?"

She whimpers back, voice trembling as she climbs back towards orgasm. "Ram it in. Give me that dick. C'mon, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fill me up. I want to feel it. I want your cum. Fill me with your load. Do it now, right now."

He pulls back, and quickly rolls her over. Sliding back off the foot of the bed, his hands grab her waist and pull her along with him. Standing, looking down, he sees her ass sticking out over the edge of the bed. He moves his legs to pinch her stocking clad calves between them. Leaning forward, he gently pushes on her shoulder blades, forcing her head down towards the bed. 

He looks down, and grasps his cock with his right hand. Moving in a little closer to her, he rubs the head up and down her slit. Gradually, the head parts the lips and finds her opening. With a lunge, he pushes in to her all the way, belly ramming into her ass. 

She gasps loudly, and lets out "Oh, fuck. Oh, that's good. Push it in harder."




Interlude 07-77



Off screen -- she is on her knees now, leaning on one elbow, fingering her clit with the other hand. Her head is tilted to one side so she can watch the screen. She remembers this part as well, remembers how his cock had filled her up from behind. Doing the dog wasn't her favorite position, but now she could see why it might be his. Watching his dick slide in and out of her, seeing her ass cheeks framed by the waist cincher and garters, her body bent over and submitting to him must be an incredible power rush for him. 

Seeing him dominate her in this fashion, while at the same time giving her pleasure. Yes, she could see why he would like that. She makes a mental note to make herself more available to him in that way.

On screen -- His fingers curl around the waist cincher, using it to pull her back into him. He starts stroking in and out. He watches his dick as it slides in and out of her. She props herself up onto all fours, grabbing handfuls of the sheet to steady herself.

"Look at me," he commands.

She looks back over her right shoulder at him. Her eyes are full of lust, lips open. He leans to his right a bit, watching her breasts as they sway back and forth in response to his thrusts.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me," she keeps pleading.

Her head drops back down, hair drooped over and hiding it. She is moaning and gasping each time he hits home. Her right shoulder dips.

Looking down, he sees her right hand appear underneath his cock, cupping his balls as they slap against her. His legs are closely grasping hers, using the additional leverage to intensify his movements. Their bodies are moving in rhythm, but opposite. She moves forward as he moves back, then they reverse and meet in the middle with a slap.

Off screen -- She rolls over onto her back, right hand stroking her pussy, two fingers sliding in and out on each pass. Her palm rubs across her clit. Left hand crosses her chest and grabs hold of her right breast, squeezing hard. The warmth is growing, she is close.

On screen -- He pushes forward, moving her to lie on her belly in the middle of the bed. His dick remains inside of her as he pulls up on his knees. He is sitting astride her thighs just below her ass cheeks. He looks down at her ass. His hands grab each cheek, and pull them apart. The view is of his rod sliding in and out of her. With each lunge, he pulls out until just the head is left inside, then slides back in as far as it will go. The walls of her pussy caress the shaft while it moves, forcing him to a release. He is riding her. 

She arches her back a little, sticking her butt up in the air a bit. This gives him easier access, and changes the angle of her passage. The difference in pressure on his member causes an immediate groan of pleasure. He grabs the garters holding her stockings in place, and uses them to help propel himself into her.

"Are you ready for some cum? Where do you want my load?" he asks.

"Fuck me deep, fuck me hard. I want your cum deep in my pussy. Fill me, fill me with your cream. C'mon, give it to me ... give it to me right now!" Off screen -- The warmth has spread, and her orgasm starts. She grits her teeth, her fingers are fucking her pussy rubbing furiously. The sight on screen of herself being used, the memory of what she felt while being used, and the workings of her own fingers have built up an orgasm that is shaking her to her core.

On screen -- He grunts, and forces his hips forward. He stops, with his cock buried deep inside of her. He starts to spasm, shooting jets of semen into her pussy. Spurt after spurt erupt from his member

Off screen -- She remembers how he had filled her up, how it felt to have his dick jerking inside of her. The warmth of the fluid flooding her, it's slickness adding to her own. It seemed as if the spurts would never end, his load had been a massive one. 

On screen -- He relaxes, balls emptied, member spent, chest heaving trying to gather oxygen. He leans forward, and lays down on top of her. The view buries itself in her hair, and rests there, as they both lie still trying to recover from their efforts.

Off screen -- Her orgasm subsides, the warmth retreats. The pleasant afterglow sets in. Her breathing is deep, her mind clear and at ease. Her last glimpse as she drifts off to sleep is of her face, peaceful, looking much like she felt right now. He has rolled off of her, and is looking at her as she falls asleep.

eHer



Interlude 08-77



Eight

It is late one normal work afternoon. About an hour to go, and she'll be able to walk out on another forgettable day. Her computer dings, signaling an incoming email. Automatically, she flips pages to the email program, and double clicks the new entry without even looking at the title or who it is from.

It starts off:

"I hope you are having a good day. In case that isn't happening, here is something to distract you."

Thinking she'd been SPAM'ed, she starts thinking of the harsh call she will make to the system admin. Glancing at the subject line, and the FROM address, she realizes it came from him. OK, let's see what this is about, she thinks quietly to herself.

"As I was sitting on yet another flight, I penned this for you. Its application is universal for women, so if you want to share it with your co-worker posse there, feel free. If they find it amusing, that's fine. If they take it to heart, they may find something in it that will help their sex lives. As for you, I think you know these things ready, but it can't hurt to see it in black & white. So, without further preamble, enjoy."

"Top Ten Sexual Things A Woman Can Do, From A Male Perspective."

"Men and women are fundamentally wired differently when it comes to sex, and what turns them on. With few exceptions, what causes one to be hot and bothered doesn't necessarily have the same effect on the other. Women generally don't understand this, and sometimes misunderstand what the man finds exciting. Sexual attraction for men is centered on the visual sense -- men are much more affected by what they see sexually than women. (This explains why porno is much more popular with men than women). So, from a male perspective, here are the top ten things a woman can do sexually that a man would become excited about."

"10. Co-watch some porn. There is plenty of couple-friendly porn out there, geared towards mutual watching. Women rarely view it by themselves. But, watching it together can be a huge turn on for the man. Play along with the 'plot' -- 'Do you want me to do that to you?' -- or don't ask, just do. Porn starlet blows a guy on screen, you blow him in front of the screen.

If you chose to do this, you might want to choose the porn, especially if you don't know the guy very well. If he chooses it, you may be surprised at what pops up on screen, and not particularly interested in emulating it!"

"9. Woman plus woman. OK, so this isn't something the vast majority of women will do, but it's worth noting. It is almost every man's fantasy to watch two beautiful women make love in front of him. It's even better if he can join them for a threesome. There is something highly erotic about two women stroking , kissing, and being intimate with each other. Many women will admit this, even if they have no (public) desire to participate. (Conversely, there is almost universal revulsion at the thought of two men -- unless you're a gay man). 

It is not a good idea to spring this as a complete surprise on your man. If you want to grab your girlfriend and jump into bed with him in a threesome, it might be good to broach the subject first. There are some (few, really) men that would not want to have two women at the same time."

"8. Jerk him off. Sit him in a comfortable chair. Kneel down in front of him. Pull your shirt open, expose your breasts. Give him a handjob/blowjob to send him into orbit. Talk to him, make passionate love to his dick. Treat his dick as if it is the most important thing in your world. Look up at him as his dick slides in and out of your mouth. Vary the finish. Let him cum in your mouth, and make a big show of swallowing it. Or, finish him in your mouth, and let his seed run down your chin onto your breasts. A third option is to jerk him to the finish, and let the results fly where they may. Or, jerk to the finish, directing the results onto your breasts. Rub the results in, play with it. Do not act disgusted, or try to clean it up immediately. Look at him directly while you are doing this, let him know how thankful you are for his tribute to your beauty."

"7. Confidence. A woman who exudes confidence in her sexuality is a big turn on, versus one who is shy and hesitant. Being self conscious about her body (hey, almost no one is perfect) can affect the man in a very negative way. For instance, a specific woman (no one in particular in mind) who acts in a sexual, seductive manner turns on a man much more than the exact same woman who complains about how she looks, and rushes to get under the covers so the man can't see her body."

"6. The View. Men are visual creatures. They want to see their partner, to see what is going on. Low light to accompany a tryst is much more preferable to lights out."

"5. Dance for him. A slow, seductive strip tease is a far better turn on than just shedding clothes in the normal way and hopping onto the bed. A strip tease, combined with some seductive talk is instant boner material. Become a master at lap dancing. This can result in a man begging for sexual relief, or creamed jeans. 

As an addendum to Number 9 above, if you do have a female partner involved, cooperate in the dance. Dance with each other, stroke each other while looking at him. Make him beg to get in between the two of you."

"4. Masturbate for him. Don't let him touch you, but let your own fingers do the walking. The woman should be as vocal as possible, telling the man how hot he's making her. The woman should be explicit, move in close to him so he can see exactly what you are doing (but without touching him). The woman can encourage him to jerk himself along with her efforts. A mutual, self stimulated orgasm can be intense."

"3. Talk to him. A woman who is vocal during the workup to a sexual encounter, and then during sex itself, is a huge turn on for a man. This vocalization can take three forms -- outright dirty talk -- innocently provocative -- loving encouragement. All three have their time and place. The woman telling the man how badly she wants him to fuck her hard is an instant boner. "Do you want to touch me here?" in a coy, soft voice induces penile throbbing. "C'mon baby, make me cum" will drive him over the top. Don't mix genre, stay 'in character' throughout the encounter. Don't go too far into fantasy -- "you're the greatest fuck in the world!", or "your dick is the biggest I've ever seen" sound contrived, like the woman is faking it. "You're a great fuck", or "your dick fills me up so much" are better alternatives."

"2. The Brazilian. The sight and feel of a bare female pubic area is enough to make most men cream in their pants. While a fully bare area is not practical for 'everyday use', special occasion application of razor/wax can lead to an incredible sexual experience for both. Having the man actually do the grooming can be as erotic as the sexual follow up. Granted, the grow back can be uncomfortable for a while, but it is worth it. A full Brazilian is an option -- trims that produce heart or diamond shapes, or a landing strip are other options. A deep cut V, stopping at the top of the clitoral area, with everything below bare, is awesome." 

"1. Garter belt, stockings, and high heels. Without a doubt, the sexiest thing a woman can wear. The garters and stockings frame the ass cheeks and pussy like a frame around a beautiful picture. It enhances the beauty, and focuses the eyes directly on the target. Heels change a woman's posture as she stands, causing the ass to stick out provocatively, and the breasts to push forward. There is nothing in the world as sexy as a good looking woman dressed in a black garter belt, black back seamed stockings, and glossy black high heels. A French philosopher in the mid-30s described the vision of a woman's vagina framed by the material as 'the gates of heaven'."

"Don't stop with just the visual excitement. Nylon stockings, along with the smooth satin type material many intimate support garments are made of, can be very exciting when used to manually stimulate your partner. Use your legs to massage him. Use your stocking clad feet to masturbate his cock. Rub your satin panties over his face. The biggest problem you will have is keeping him from ending the encounter prematurely, if you know what I mean."

"If you choose to wear high heels into bed itself, make sure they fit tightly, or have straps around the ankles. Having a heavy shoe come off at the wrong time and clobber your partner in the head is a sure way to end a great encounter."

As she had passed through Number 7, her giggles became audible. At Number 5, the girl in the neighboring cube walked up to see what was going on. By Number 2, she was already mentally making up the email address list she was going to forward it to.

He was right. She already knew all of these things, but seeing them put down on 'paper' reinforced them. Good stuff to know, more things to tease him with! And a lot of water cooler gossip fodder for her office buddies.



Interlude



Leaning back in my comfortable pillows, I watched the two naked women lounging and chatting playfully. They were lying a mat in front of me half turned towards each other, their outer knees raised and an arm behind the others neck. Loni suddenly stole a playful kiss; Caly glanced at me and catching a nod hastily returned the smooch.

Spreading their soft fleshy thighs wide, revealing to me the smoothly shaven intersections where thighs converge. Their lower bodies undulated slowly yearning for contact; like waves breaking on a beach reaching desperately but then yielding to an inevitably law of gravity, that is: the whim of my will. 

Caly palmed her own breast with a quick glance in my direction. I winked and she breathlessly fondled and presented the well-turned object to her companion's visual delight. Lori responded in kind, transfixed by the enticing nipple offered, then lubricating her sultry lips formed an inviting orifice befitting the mouth-watering raspberry. They glanced at me for an instant, whence I gave Lori an imperceptible smile. She sighed contentedly and fell back on the pillows while Caly's moistened lips honed in on and engulfed the tempting delicacy. 

I watched as their bodies became increasingly animated with anticipation, each moving one thigh simulating a Monarch butterfly's wings when feeding on the nectar of a summer bloom. I snapped my fingers and the roles reversed; Caly now reposing and gasping as her nipple entered the eager lips of her fervent partner. 

Another snap of my fingers and their lips locked in a passionate moaning encounter while hands switched to the others breasts. Their thighs now alternately closing firmly, squeezing and twisting expectantly, then opening wide, revealing the two ravenous unrequited predators camouflaged as female genitalia in hot pursuit of quarry to be devoured in the name of sexual gratification. 

Caly's fingers left Lori's breast and furtively shifted towards her predatory orifice hoping to explore the immediate surrounding and then submerge one, in that juicy honeyed well of flaming rapture. A quick glance for permission and she achieved her goal. Loni's thighs pounced immediately, trapping the invading pleasure provider, then spreading wide anxiously soliciting further exploration. 

They continued sharing oral juices as Loni's fingers now emulated her partners, moving deliberately off the heaving breast, sliding across the soft belly arriving at the predators lair, made readily accessible by Caly's anxiously spreading thighs and forward trusting pelvis.

Fingers now circled the mounds of rapture, caressing, probing, and groping; dispatching teasingly promising signals to the insatiated predators, impatiently lurking inside the mounds; eager to swallow and devour any delectable quarry venturing into that seething cauldron of lustful sexual desire.

I nodded after a minute to a fleeting glance and two fingers flew, touching down in the valleys where predator and pray tested their mettle. Instantly there were gasps of surrender as two pelvises launched forward, aiding and abetting the inevitable capture. The quarry roamed the inner ramparts irregular fleshy folds, probing for the final plunge. Touching the lone sentry guarding the long crevice raised alarm bells reverberating throughout the two bodies' nervous systems.

Slowly the inevitable surrender became a mutually agreed solution for the common good of pure pleasure. Each quarry willingly drifted towards the irresistible ravenous pits, yearning for gratification. The two bodies momentarily relaxed, both emitting a loud satisfied sigh as each prey offered itself to the predatory abyss, plunging by the constricting rims, then struggling, flailing and searching for ways to the appease the voracious predators appetites.

After a spell, I snapped my fingers. Instantly each prey escaped, leaving the predators desperately ungratified. Lori quickly rolled onto her back while Caly positioned her self over her on all four in the opposite direction, each frantic female gaping at the others precum soaked predator, their moistened parted lips barely a hands breadth away. They waited gasping erratically for the signal that would permit them to satisfy their mutual cravings. Their insatiably aroused bodies undulated, twisted and gyrated, every body muscle flexing restlessly, like racehorses at the starting gates. They both began to moan, barely audibly at first then gradually louder as their bodies began to tremble spasmodically. Soon the sound changed to a series of short wailing cries while waiting impatiently to have their burning desires fulfilled. With no signal to end their dilemma, they slowed again squirming and undulating like snakes in the grass.

I snapped my fingers once. Lori raised her hips letting Caly palm her cheeks as Caly reached up and reciprocated. They groped each other's fleshy buttocks, with lips poised but not yet touching, as the predators demanded unconditional surrender to their oozing pleasure pits. The women moaned pitifully as Lori began shaking feverishly soon emulated by Caly. Like a rumbling earthquake preceding a volcanic eruption, their erratic groans became progressively louder until I felt an explosion was inevitable. Some things in life are inescapable and will come to pass regardless of the consequences. I had stretched their self-discipline until dangling by fine treads an instant from the breaking point. Then I snapped my fingers.

There was a dull thud as flesh slammed into flesh, combined with a sigh of relief and then complete silence with no perceptible movement. I knew however, that slender tongues had capitulated inside the predatory pits and would not be liberated until all conditions for release had been met. Just the same, I was sure that temporary passes were probably issued for a few seconds at the time. In order to titillate other part of the structure within the mounds before returning to the main task at hand, which was of course enforced by luscious thighs opening and closing on ears, an adamant visual reminder of a task not yet consummated.

Body action and the muffled wet moaning sounds of this mutual act now slowly increased, tempered by the satisfaction of knowing that I would no longer frustrate their journey to orgasmic fulfillment. They were now one contented symbiotic organism, inseparable in body and mind. Their motions, no longer convulsive or erratic but leisurely and premeditated, like ocean waves in a moderate blowing breeze just heaving and rolling one after another. 

The winds began to blow harder as Lori neared her climax. Her moans and movements became spasmodic as she felt a sweet tingling sensation culminating in that electrifying sensation when the blood stream becomes saturated by a powerful aphrodisiac and the body appears to be floating on a cloud.

She gamely continued with her task inside Caly, whose moans now became tinged with frustration as she climbed towards her own climax. It took a while for Loni's deft tongue before a series of short but rapid moans from Caly emphasized by her flailing thighs and clutching fingers, announced Loni's competence in the fine art of female gratification.   

They rested; savoring the feeling then crawled to my feet kissing them devotedly and nearly in tears recited in unison:

Oh master, we were born to serve
Oh master, we live but to submit 
Oh master, we know erotic pleasure
Oh master, for your delight nor else 


Reavan



Interlude 09-77



Nine

It was time to turn the tables on him, somewhat. Being dominated, being controlled in an erotic fashion felt great, but now she wanted to do it to him. She wanted to control, wanted him to feel the wonderful frustration and ultimate release. He should enjoy it, and she definitely would enjoy doing it.

She adjusts the position of the chair in the room. She had found it on sale at a trendy furniture shop, and immediately thought of possibilities. It had taken some effort to get it onto the luggage cart and then up the elevator into the room (and some resulting stares from other 'guests' poking their noses into her business). It was strangely shaped, for certain.

It features a black metal tubular frame. A high back, with high full length arms, covered with well padded soft black leather. Four sturdy legs sit under it at the corners. A leather covered seat cushion, soft, fairly well padded. It looks comfortable, but supportive. What normal use this chair could have, she did not know. It was just some weird trendy design that would be bought as a show piece. No show piece here, she had very definite plans for this piece of furniture in the near future.

He was due to arrive at the room in a few minutes. She still had her work clothes on, it had been a normal long, trying day. She was looking forward to working out some frustration (and causing him some frustration at the same time). She walked over to the table, poured herself a stout hit of wine, and drained the glass. Savoring the slight head rush, she turns on some background music and the overhead fan. He's going to need some cooling off in the coming hours.

She hears a knock on the door, opens it, and he is there. He steps in, and starts to utter a greeting. She puts her finger tip on his mouth. 

"No. If you want to play, it has to be by my rules tonight! Agreed?"

"Uh ... OK, I guess."

"Do not speak unless I ask you to. Do exactly what I tell you to, without question, and without protest. Agreed?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"That wasn't the question. Answer my question." 

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now go into the bathroom and wash off that body. I'm not touching you until you are squeaky clean. Put on what I left in there for you. Leave the door open. I want to make sure you're not sneaking a whack off behind my back!"

He goes into the bathroom, strips down, and steps into the shower. 

"Make sure you clean that thing well, if you expect it to touch any part of me tonight!"

After a few minutes, he finishes, steps out, and dries himself off. A pair of silk boxers lie on the counter. He slips them on. He starts to walk out, and she stops him with a finger in the chest.

"Stop right there." 

He complies. She walks over to the bed, opens her night case, and pulls out some black objects. She approaches him. 

"Put out your hands." 

He does. She slips a cuff around his left wrist, and then a mate onto his right wrist. She bends down, and puts one onto each ankle. She stands up.

"This way," she orders, and leads him over to the chair.

"Sit." 

He does so. She bends, and secures his ankle cuffs to the chair legs. 

"See those bars?" 

She points to the support bars that go from the chair arms to the seat. He nods. 

"Grab them." 

He complies. She secures his wrists to the support bars, so that his hands are resting on the outside of his thighs. His limbs are immovable. The restraints are snug, but not uncomfortable. 

"Comfy?" 

He nods, not risking saying something negative that might curtail his carnal wishes for the evening.

"I'm going to take a long, hot shower now. Unlike you, I will pleasure myself while I'm in there. Remember, this night is about me and my pleasure, not yours!" 

She then walks over to the bathroom, strips, and gets in. She has positioned the chair so that he does not have a direct line of sight to the open door, but can see it in the large mirror over the bed.

She takes her time, enjoying the heat of the water against her skin. She can feel his eyes on her through the curtain, and hopes she is inspiring a raging hardon. She spruces up her razor cut, sharpening the edges of the V shaped design carved into her pubic hair. As she washes herself, she marvels at how smooth her private are feels to her touch, how slick it is. 

Legs deliciously smooth. She finishes, steps out, and makes a show out of drying herself off.

Leaving the bathroom, she stops in front of the vanity. She bends over a bit, to get closer to the mirror to examine her makeup for any flaws. In reality, she's just giving him a great shot of her ass in his mirror view.

She walks over to him, stands between his legs close to the edge of the chair. 

"You haven't made a mess down there yet, have you?" 

"No, ma'am." 

However, the tent that is pitched in his lap testifies to her success so far in her tease.

She walks back over to the bed, and opens up her night case. She opens the protective pocket that contains the delicate fabrics she is looking for. First, a satiny bra with sheer, see through cups. Following, a wide lacy garter belt, the six clasp variety. While not directly showing them off to him, she does pause to look them over a bit as she picks them up. More tease, please? Sheer stockings, back seamed, of course. Satin panties, with a teasing thong back. All a deep burgundy color. 

"Remind you of a car?" she asks.

She scoops up the frills, and walks over to in front of the chair. 

"I'd ask you to help me put these on, but it seems you're all tied up." 

She moves over to his left side, and places her foot on the left arm of the chair. She bunches up one of the stockings, and slowly pulls it over her toes. Slowly up she slides it, moving back and forth a bit to make sure it stays smooth against her leg. When she reaches the top part of her calf, she stretches out her leg and rests the foot against the right chair arm. Her leg is stretched out right in front of him. She continues sliding the sheer material up her leg until it reaches the top band, stopping about 6 inches from her crotch. 

"Do you want to touch my leg?" she asks. 

"Oh ... yes," he moans. 

"Not a chance."

She pulls her leg back away from him slowly, and walks around to the right dies of the chair. She repeats the teasing performance, and then walks to the front of the chair. With her back to him, she picks up the panties off the ottoman. She bends over, and slides them up her legs, making a show of adjusting the thin strip of material between her cheeks. Her ass is about a foot in front of the chair, so he has a close up view of the proceedings. She looks back over her right shoulder, and sees that he is completely focused on her backside. Good, he can just suffer a bit more, she thinks to herself.

Picking up the garter belt, she bends over and slides it up her legs. It rides up over her hips, to rest over her belly just below the belly button. The little rose is positioned not an inch below it. She slides it side to side a bit, to seat it well. Pulling her left leg up, she rests the foot on the ottoman. Grasping the back garter strap on the left side, she bends over a bit, stretches it, and pinches the clasp onto the top of the stocking. She repeats on the right side. She can hear him moaning softly as he views the tease. 

She turns around, raises her right leg, and sets it on the seat cushion between his legs. She moves the toes up until they are just barely touching his balls. He moans loudly, and tries to push himself against the upper part of her foot. She pulls back, making sure that there is just the barest amount of contact – enough to torture him some, but not enough to give any satisfaction to his throbbing member. 

"Like that?" she asks. 

He looks up at her, and begs for relief. 

"No chance. Not until I am ready."

She fastens the two remaining garters to the stocking on her right leg, then pulls the right leg away and repeats the tease with her left one. She then stands in front of him, and makes a show of adjusting the belt and the panties. 

"Are they straight? Do they look presentable?" 

"Oh yes. Please, may I touch them?" 

"Absolutely not. You haven't earned it."

She then turns away from him, picks up the bra, and fastens it. She slides it around so the cups are underneath her breasts, and then turns back to him. She makes a show of fitting the mounds into the cups, and adjusting them so that they are smooth, then pulling the straps up over her shoulders. The sheer material hides nothing. Her areola stand out against the pale skin. The nipples stand out, already hard from the cool breeze and her sexual energy. If she had on her work clothes, and was at work, the folks around the office would be getting quite a show. Those horny bastards drool anytime they see a hint of a hard nipple.

She runs her hands over the length of her torso, fascinated by the smoothness of the fabrics and the longing look in his eyes. This is fun! 

She sits on edge of the ottoman, legs pushed against the chair between his. 

"Let's see ... should I touch that?" she asks, while pointing a finger towards the tent in his lap. "No ... not yet, anyway. Do you want to touch me?" 

"Please... please," he whimpers.

"You haven't earned it yet. Maybe I'll just touch myself. You can watch if you behave."

She lays back on the ottoman, and places her feet on the front edges of the chair arms. Her legs are spread open for him to see, the smooth panties obscuring the main object of his desire. Her fingers lightly trace her areola through the sheer material, causing them to stiffen. Round and round the fingers go, then pinching the nipples ever so gently. She grasps the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and pulls them up, stretching her breasts. She pulls the breasts around a bit by the nipples, savoring the tingling sensation as the flesh is exercised. She moans as the warmth spreads across her chest, exaggerating the moans somewhat for his benefit.

Her hands cup her breasts, and start kneading them, massaging their mass. She pushes them together, enhancing their natural cleavage. She wishes he were doing this to her, but it's not time. Not yet.

The hands make one past pass across the breasts, and start to slide slowly down towards her womanhood. Across her stomach, they slide over the top of the garterbelt, then down to the waistband of the panties. She slides her fingers underneath the band, and lift the material up slightly. She moves it side to side, teasing him with a hint of what is underneath. The fingers then slide over the material, down the outsides of her lips. This really feels good – the smooth fabric, the soft firmness of her labia underneath, the moisture underneath that is starting to see through the material. She is so wet. This is so much fun, but she really wants a stiff rod inside of her. Patience, she tells herself. There will be one there in a little while.

She slides the middle finger of her right hand up and down over her slit. He can see the wetness through the material now, so he knows how excited she is. She moans in rhythm to her strokes. Her left hand slides up and grabs her left breast, squeezing it hard. Her middle finger moves faster and faster, sliding from clit downward, pressing the fabric in between her lips. The familiar warmth starts spreading from her crotch. She can't quite believe it, but she's going to make herself cum right in front of him. Not too long ago, this would have embarrassed her to even think about. Now, however, it is wonderful. 

Her legs stiffen, pushing her ass up off the ottoman. Her finger has a mind of its own, it is moving so fast and hard against her clit. Her left hand pinches her breast, thumb and finger pressing together with the tip of the nipple between them. The twinge of pain from the pressure pushes her over the top. She starts to spasm. She is squeeling and moaning at the same time. Her finger pushes into her tunnel, taking the material with it. Her leg muscles tighten, thrusting her mound up further into his view. 

The waves of orgasm subside. Her legs muscles relax, and she falls back onto the ottoman. Her breathing is heavy. Her hands lie at her sides. She pulls her feet down off the chair arms, and then puts them into his lap. The nylon clad feet gently press against his hardon – which from what she can feel is VERY hard, and throbbing in response to her show. She glances down at him, and sees a glazed look on his face, mouth open. She can imagine how frustrated he is now, and how that is exactly what she wants. She lies there for a couple of minutes, gathering herself back up, wiggling her toes on top of his dick just to give him a tiny bit of pleasure.

After composing herself for a couple of minutes, her right hand slides down between her legs. She hooks the material, and pulls it aside, so he gets a good look at her glistening lips. 

"Is this what you want? Do you like watching me? Do you see how wet I am?"

She pulls her feet out of his lap and onto the floor. Standing, she turns around and shows her ass to him. She bends over, resting her hands on the ottoman. Her ass is sticking out towards him, giving him a view of the cheeks, framed by the garters, stockings, and thin wisp of thong running between them. 

"Like that?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Do you want to touch my ass? Do you want to play with my cheeks. Do you want to kiss my ass?" she teases.

"Oh yes, anything you want. Please let me touch you."

She bends down further, resting her elbows on the ottoman. Her legs spread a bit. Her right hand slides up and between them, sliding a finger over her sating covered pussy. 

"I bet you want to put your tongue right here, don't you? Of course you do, don't you, you dirty little boy?"

She pulls forward, getting onto all fours on top of the ottoman. It is plenty big enough to do so comfortably. She looks back over her right shoulder at him. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you? You want to put it into me from behind, don't you? You want to see your dick sliding in and out of my pussy, your belly slapping my ass as you slam back and forth into me, don't you? You want to feel your balls slap against my clit as you pound the hell out of my pussy, don't you?"

"Yes ... oh yes ... may I please?"

"Not a chance, little boy. I'm not done yet."

She rolls over, and then stands up. She then slides her knees onto the chair seat, outside of his thighs. She sits back on her haunches, on top of his legs. 

"I'm going to give you a closer look, but don't you dare touch me unless I say. If you do, you're not getting any of my pussy tonight. Do you understand?" 

"Yes ... but please ..." 

"No. You'll get to touch me when I am good and ready. You just keep that thing stiff in case I need it."

She pulls herself up off his legs, resting on her knees. Her tits are inches away from his face, 

right where she wants them. He pushes forward, but she puts her right palm on his forehead and pushes his head back. Taking both hands, she starts circling her fingertips around her nipples. They had softened in the orgasm afterglow, but now rapidly come back to attention. When they reach their full extension, she then cups her hands underneath her breasts, pushing them up and together. Her cleavage is on full display, not 6 inches in front of his longing mouth. 

With her left hand, she pulls the bra cup material down. Right hand slides between the breast and the bra cup, and gently lifts the mound out of the cup. Her left fingers pull the cup further down, allowing her left breast to rest on top of the bra. She repeats with the right side. Her tits are now propped up for his viewing pleasure. She shakes her chest back and forth, causing the mounds to jiggle. He is moaning, eyes pleading for release. She can imagine his balls are getting a bit uncomfortable with the pressure inside of them building. Good – release will be that much more satisfying, when she allows it. 

She runs her hands gently underneath her tits, and then settles with the forefingers and thumbs rolling the nipple between them. She rolls, and pinches, and pulls the nipple, stretching the breasts. She tugs them around, watching him watching her. 

"You want these to be your hands, don't you? You want to feel these tits in your hands, don't you? They're so soft and squeezable. My nipples are so hard. They really want to be man-handled. They really want to be sucked. Do you think you've earned the privilege of doing that?" she asks him.

He starts to answer, but she uses her right hand to cover his mouth. 

"I can answer that. No, you haven't earned it. Not yet."

Nipples now fully engorged, she rises up on her knees. She grabs him by the hair on the back of his head with both hands. Her breasts are just a couple of inches from his mouth. His eyes can't focus on them, they are so close. She can feel his hot breath wafting over them. She takes two of her fingers, and traces around the outside of his mouth. 

"Open ..." 

He does, she starts sliding the fingers in and out, teasing his tongue. Just as he starts moving his head in rhythm to her movements, she pulls them out, then circles the fingers around her nipples. The moisture, combined with his breath, feels so good. She longs to have him sucking them, sucking them hard. Not yet, though.

"I'm going to pleasure myself now. Don't you dare move."

She lowers herself a little, until the head of his cock is just barely touching the moist fabric stretched tightly over her pussy. He immediately groans, and tries to thrust up into her. She pulls away. 

"I said don't move. Do you want me to get up and leave?" she admonishes him.

"No, ma'am. I'll try to do better."

She lowers herself again, touching the tip of his dick just enough to cause it to twitch against her lips. She repositions just a bit, so that his head is resting ever so lightly against her clit. She then starts moving her hips slightly. It is not enough to give him any relief, but some very nice pressure against the center of her womanhood. She then pulls his face into her breasts. She can feel him start to open his mouth, to try and capture one of the nipples between his lips. Once again, she pulls away. She looks him in the eyes, and then shakes a finger at him. He nods, getting the implied message.

She really does want him to take her nipples and suck then as hard as he can. She wants to pull his face into her breasts, to satisfy the need to have him suckle her. Her breasts are warm, buzzing from the excitement. Not able to stand it any more, she pulls back slightly, grabs her left tit in her left hand. She props it up, nipple sticking straight out. 

"You may suck me. Now." 

She pulls his head into her chest, grinding the breast into his face. He's probably having a difficult time breathing, but the hell with it. It feels so good. He is sucking the entire nipple into his mouth, and biting on it lightly. It is so good! 

"Suck me ... SUCK ME HARDER," she taunts him.

Oh, this feels so good. She grinds his face into her chest, allowing him just enough space to breathe. He's doing it well. She can feel the warming starting again deep down. His sucking is so enjoyable, she forgot to use his dick to stimulate her clit. She starts vibrating herself against the head, buzzing her clit. She pulls his head away, and then pulls him down onto her right breast. As he sucks the areola into his mouth, she starts approaching the edge. She wants to tease him further, but more immediate needs take over. She squats down onto the length of his dick. The shaft is pushing up into the panty covered lips. She starts sliding her pussy forward and backward over its hardness, grinding her clit into its head on each pass. She starts quivering, and spasms on top of the dick. She pulls his head into her tit even harder, and then it hits. She goes over the top. Her whole body convulses. Her pelvis thrusts sharply down onto him, satisfying her clit's need for pressure. The spasms continue. It feels so good that she doesn't want it to end. As it starts to subside, she slowly slides her pussy over his dick, getting a little afterglow excitement from it. She pushes his head away, and she collapses a bit on top of him. Breathing hard, she savors the afterglow again, and tries to recover. 




Interlude 09-77



After a few moments, she backs off of him, off of the chair, then sits and lies back on the ottoman. She spreads her legs, and props them up on his thighs. Her knees relax open, and he gets full view of the incredible wetness. She reaches down, hooks a finger into the panty, and pulls it aside. 

"See what you've done to me? See how wet I am?" 

Her middle finger slides down between the lips. It is so moist there is no resistance at all. She slides the finger up and down between the lips, and then into the tunnel. Oh, so warm, so wet. The afterglow is so nice.

She pulls her hand away, and rests both hands on top of her breasts. Her toes gently knead his cock. It is nnot enough to give him any release, but keeps it at full attention.

After a couple of minutes to rejuvenate herself, she rises. It's time to give him his release, but it's going to be according to her wishes, not his.

She bends down, grabs his boxers, and pulls them down over his knees. The bunch up around his still secured ankles. They don't have to come off, not for what she has planned.

"Do you want me to suck your cock? Do you want to put your cock inside of my pussy? Do you want to cum for me?"

A whimpered moan is about all the response he is capable of giving. His balls must be about to burst, she thinks to herself. She sits on the edge of the ottoman, and slides her right hand under his ball sac. He jerks in response. Any contact after so much teasing must be a cross between pleasure and pain. She gently massages his balls. His shaft jerks and twitches in response. She can feel the balls roll around and the skin contract under her fingers. She has to be careful. It will not take much to cause him to spurt before she is ready.

She suddenly remembers that this session was to be about her pleasure, not his. She almost showed some weakness in thinking of his release, rather than completing her pleasure first. She rises up and turns around. She hooks her fingers into the waistband of her thong, and starts sliding it down over her hips. She bends over as her hands take the panties all the way down to her ankles. Once again, he is given a full, close up view of her ass. She takes her time, and when the material reaches the floor, she runs her hands back up the outside of her legs, then back between them. Her right hand moves over her pussy, running the fingers back over her ass. She stops, and flicks the middle finger at him, motioning him inside. But, that isn't going to happen. Not yet.

She straightens back up, and turns back around. She climbs back on top of the chair's arms, resting her knees on the padding. She rises her torso up, and pushes forward. She grabs him by the back of the head again, and pulls his face into her pussy. She grinds her hips, pushing her lips against his. 

"You want to cum? Here's where you get to earn it! Get that tongue to work, and it better be good. I cum before you do, understand?" she instructs.

"Mmmfff," comes back his muffled reply.

His tongue is working now. Tickling her clit, then running up and down her lips. Darting in between, sliding into her tunnel. He can't go far, it is not the most comfortable angle for him. But this isn't about him, is it?

His tongue slides up and down over her lips. Oh, this is so good. She starts rocking her hips, fucking his face. She looks down at him while he is at work. Oh, this is fun. She doesn't want it to end, but the warmth is building again. Not in the mood to tease herself with this one, she intensifies her movements. 

"Stick your tongue out, keep it hard for me."

He does so. Now, he's got a mini-dick sticking out, and she is making full use of it. 

"Look at me while I'm fucking you." 

He looks up. His tongue is sticking out. She pulls back a bit, and places her clit right on its tip. She wiggles just a bit, teasing herself. It is quite a sight. Then, back to work, grinding back into him. If she works it just right, his nose pushes against her clit, while his tongue slides between her lips. It is delicious. The sight of it starts her over the edge. Her movements are frantic now, trying to take the maximum amount of sensation off of his face. His eyes continue looking upward. She starts quaking, and spasms. Her hands grab his hair tightly, her pussy smashes into his face hard and stays there. One spasm. Two. Three. And then it backs down, the warmth subsiding. She relaxes back, thighs resting on calves resting on chair arms. She bends over, gasping for breath. Her long black hair falls forward covering his head. He likes her hair anyway, doesn't he?

It takes her a full two minutes to recover. He is recovering from his efforts as well, though the hardon in his lap is still not satisfied. 

"Do you want to cum now?"

"Please, may I?"

"Ok, I guess you've earned it. But, don't you dare let it out until I say so. Understand?" 

"Yes, ma'am."

She slides down off the chair arms, and stands before him again. She pushes the ottoman back, and then kneels in front of his legs, which are still spread apart. She pushes forward, and rubbing her hair in his face, then down onto his chest. She leans forward, and bites his left nipple. His groin is straining upward, trying to contact her in some way. The head is twitching, anticipating some part of her touching it. She continues moving down, tossing her head from side to side, causing the long hair to brush against his chest, belly, groin, dick, thighs.

She pulls back just a little, repositions, and then places her right nipple right on the tip of his dick. He jerks in response. She moves the breast from side to side, using her hardon to tease his hardon. She pulls back, places two fingers in her mouth, then moistens the nipple. Back and forth, it slides against the underside of his head, the most sensitive part. He is really moaning now. It is frankly surprising he just doesn't erupt right now. This is so much fun!

She moves a bit, leans forward a bit more, and pushes her tits together. They wrap around his shaft. She shakes her mounds a bit, teasing him further. She then spits down onto his shaft, providing some lubrication. Then she slides up and down, fucking him with her tits. She looks up at him, big eyes full of lust. She doesn't do it for long. She knows he will blow all over her chest if he gets more than a few strokes.

She sees his eyes roll back, and pulls away from him. His strangled moan is confirmation that he almost went over the edge. Good. Not quite done with this yet.

She and lays her head on his left thigh, with her left hand lightly tracing its nails over his ball sac. The nails run up and over, and around. She can see how tight the skin is, how engorged his shaft is. It is very gratifying to know that she is the cause. Her fingers run up the length of the shaft, very lightly, teasing. Her fore finger pauses at the tip, and circles around the head. He is seriously tensing up. His hips are moving, trying to push the shaft against her hand.

She rises up. Her head moves over his lap. Her lips open, and pause just above his head. She slowly breathes out of her mouth, letting him feel it against his shaft. Her tongue sticks out, and very lightly touches the tip. There is a large drop of precum on it, a precursor of a much heavier load that will follow in short order. The tongue flicks the head, teasing the tip and the sensitive area just underneath. She turns her head to the side, then runs her mouth down and then back up the length of the shaft. He is trembling now. It isn't going to take much more.

"Are you ready to cum?" she asks. 

He just nods in response, unable to speak.

She pulls up above his cock. She looks up, making direct eye contact. Her eyes close halfway, and her head plunges down onto the shaft. All the way down, as deeply as she can take it. That's enough. He instantly spasms. His shaft pulses, sending strong, thick streams of cum into her throat. Spurt after spurt. There is now way she can swallow such a large load ... it leaks out of her mouth around his shaft. The white liquid continues spewing forth, running down her chin and dropping onto her breasts. 

She has never experienced a man cum so much at one time. It seems as if it will never end. Oh well, this was what she wanted. His cum is a tribute to her beauty, her sexuality, her skill in using her assets.

The spurts finally taper off. She pulls back off of him. Her lips are slightly apart, and the cum is still dripping out of her mouth. She makes no move to stop it, or to clean it. Her right hand reaches up and grabs the base of his cock. Giving it a squeeze, she forces the last drops up and out of it. She leans forward, and licks the last remaining liquid from the tip. 

She stands up. His head is lolling around. Finally having found release, his body is spent. He looks at her. His cum is shiny, all over her mouth, chin, and breasts. Right now, she is the sexiest thing he has ever seen.

She doesn't say a word. She walks over to the bathroom, walks inside, and starts the shower. She wiggles her way out of the lingerie. Gathering it up, she walks back over to him and then drops the flimsy garments into his lap. 

"You can take these, and jack off to them later, if you want," she quips, as she turns away.

She knows he will, and it is satisfying to her that he would. More tribute to her charms.



Interlude: After Grace



Ryan watched as Lily gunned her little Toyota and sped off in a spray of moist dirt. A cool drizzle had started and he could see that many of the mourners shivered and cursed under their breaths and wished they had the audacity to break the sacrosanct mourning mob. Ryan dug his hands deeper in the pockets of his woollen overcoat and raised his face to the drizzle – he loved that Lily had Grace's impulsiveness, but he also wished she did not share her mother's impatience. But his own patience waned as the group broke into little clicks, each sharing a moment about the impact Grace had on their lives. Soon, Ryan stood alone over her grave and looked down at the empty hole that was to be her final resting place. Off to the side the burial crew waited patiently till the last farewell was given. 

"Well, Grace," Ryan started as the drizzle slowly shifted to full blown rain. "This is quite a predicament you've put me in. I've been on back order for you for the past 15 years ... waiting for you to say you loved me and you pull this stunt? That was a wake up call." Ryan laughed to himself, sure that Grace was looking down at him from wherever she was and flipping him the bird with a smile that could charm the wings off an angel – he realized that would be the only way she would ever get her wings anyway. 

"Wat was it you sang to me ... 'You got too much future/I got too much past/We'll never be together/It was never meant to last'. I guess you were right about that. But hat didn't matter to me, really. I'll never regret the 15 years I waited. Those were some of the best years of my life ... even if we never got together. But that was then; I have a long road ahead of me." He let the white rose he had been holding fall onto Grace's coffin. "And don't worry, I'll take care of Lily. She's taken this harder than she lets on ... I hope I can be there for her the way she needs me." Ryan turned around and walked to his Honda, put the car in gear and pulled away without glancing in his mirror while the burial crew dropped the first shovel full of dirt on his past.

Thirty rain soaked minutes later he was pulling in to the driveway of the house Lily had shared with Grace and that was now hers alone. Using the key Grace had given him when she and Lily had moved in five years prior, Ryan found the house to be a shambles of boxes and covered furniture. Each light he flicked on as he went from one room to the next displayed the efforts Lily had put in to bury Grace's ghost. He wondered what Lily was trying to do – suppress her memories of Grace to disguise the emptiness or just put them away to better get on with her own life? He thought he would have the answer soon when he heard stumbling and a muted curse from upstairs. His hands still in his pockets, Ryan took the stairs 2 at a time till he stood before Grace's bedroom. He opened the door and the first thing he noticed were the piles of pictures strewn across the bed haphazardly – he peered over them; they were all of Grace and him and Lily at different times of their relationships.

As he looked at the photographs, he consciously noticed, for the first time, the uncanny resemblance between Grace and Lily. Each was the mirror of the other with the only difference being their ages. He also noticed the glances they cast his way in the photographs where he appeared to pay attention to one woman over the other. Ryan removed his overcoat and cast it on the bed and picked up a picture of all 3 of them together: he was in the middle while Lily was at his right and Grace at his left. Only 15 years separated them in age – when Ryan had met them, Grace was 30, Lily was 15 and he was 20. A young mother trying to make her way and cope with a rebellious teenager, and an infatuated male tethering on the edge of boyhood and adulthood, unsure what defined either stage of life.

"Quite a family, weren't we," Lily said as she stood in the doorway. She was wearing the short blue silk robe Grace often wore. Lily was holding a glass of red wine and her face was flushed with drunkenness. Ryan scanned the floor and found an empty wine bottle by the bed – he also noticed another opened bottle on the dresser. Ryan noted that Lily's legs were bare – and he glimpsed for the first time how tone they were. He remembered how she had been a dance teacher until she tore ligaments in her knee in a biking accident. Lily moved slowly to the bed to join him. As she walked, the robe sometimes opened, offering Ryan flashes of her bare breasts and erect nipples that poked against the sheer material.

"You look so much like her," Ryan said as his cock stirred. He suddenly dug his nails into his palms – this was not the time to get all horny around the daughter of the first woman he ever loved!

"I do, don't I," she said as she sat on the bed, tucking her knees under her but not bothering to close her robe. She took a deep sip of the wine and handed Ryan the glass. Lily rummaged through the pictures till she found one showing Grace in a bikini taken while they were on vacation. Lily touched the picture with her thumb. "The same brown eyes. Same shoulder length blond hair. We both have freckles across a button nose. She was a bit taller but my tits are a cup bigger – but you know that, don't you?" Lily put the photo down and took the wine glass from Ryan's hand her fingers lingered on his for a moment. "Twins out of time, that's what we were." 

She then got up and walked to the dresser and opened a drawer. Lily put the glass on the dresser surface and undid her robe. Ryan stared at her transfixed as the robe fell – his lower lip trembled as he watched her naked reflection stare back. He witnessed her heavy breasts heave as she exposed herself to him-- from her reflection he knew she had planned for his eyes to drink in every inch of her toned back, rounded hips and bulbous ass. She took out a floral print summer dress that she languidly slipped over her head and across her sumptuous figure. She then tilted her head to the left, lifted her mane from her neck, and sprayed Grace's favourite perfume in the crook.

"Do you like the way I look?" she slurred while bracing herself on the dresser. "Am I everything you remember about her?"

Ryan swallowed hard as his mind flashed to the first time he ever met Grace Harper. She had worn the same dress Lily was wearing now. Grace had knocked on his door, eyes full of tears, a small trail of blood and a bruised cheek desecrating her luminous face. Her boyfriend at the time had taken offence that dinner was not ready and that Lily was out beyond her curfew. Holden – the boyfriend -- had pursued Grace down the hall of the apartment building till Grace stopped at the first door where she heard music. Ryan was in college and was a fan of Twisted Sister. When he had seen Grace show up at his door in distress but also glowing with strength that required an anchor, he pledged his heart to her defence. The next few minutes were filled with harsh words and violence that left Holden pinned to the ground in an arm lock applied by Ryan till the police Grace had called picked him up. 

Holden never returned and Grace was finally strong enough to give her rebellious daughter the attention she needed while acknowledging but never returning Ryan's unrequited love. But Lily always remained rebellious and headstrong, often migrating from one messed up relationship to another. But all that rebellion was melting away as Ryan witnessed the raw sexuality he had always tried to deny in her.

"Lily, why are you doing this?" he asked as he closed his eyes and fought the rising desire before it clouded his judgement completely.

"I can be the Grace you deserved. You always stood by and gave her the kind of pure love she kept for me." Lily's eyes began to puff and water. "As long as I was there, she never allowed herself to be who she wanted to be, with you." 

"She told me about how important you were to her ... how she loved watching you move. She called you an example of graceful violence – we got drunk together once and she told me about a time when you two almost fucked. She said you were beautifully toned because of your swimming and she told me your cock was a piece of art. She said you'd been gentle when she was desperate to be touched. But she said she chickened out because she wanted to let you in but she wasn't ready yet."

Lily finished her glass of wine and poured another one; Ryan traced an imaginary line from the base of the glass while she drank, down her neck to the excessive cleavage of her compressed tits. "I found her so selfish when she told me that," Lily continued after she emptied the crystal and let it drop on the dresser. "I realized then that I wanted you. But you'd never really seen me other than as Grace's daughter. Messed up Lily who needed your protection but was too stubborn to accept it. 

"If I would have had you in my bed, I would've milked every once of come from your balls. My cunt, my mouth, even my ass would have been yours to fill." Lily had stumbled her way back to the bed and was now standing shakily before Ryan. "I can be Grace the virgin, Grace the slut, Grace the whore ... I can be any Grace you want..."

Ryan's mind was totally filled with the conjured image of Grace standing before him, offering herself to him the way she never did before. It was her fingers that were gripping his wavy brown hair and pulling him close. He was sliding his hands up Grace's legs and thighs, exposing the dark blond triangle of her pussy. It was her musk that was filling his nostrils as he pushed his nose into her pussy. He heard Grace's sigh when he ran his fingers across her moist slit and up to her ass and back. It was her leg that was on his shoulder, allowing freer access to her cunt. He felt Grace quiver and heard her moan when his tongue lathered itself in her tangy juices and when it found her electrified clit.

"God, Grace, why do I want you so much?!" he muttered as he flipped her onto the bed and pulled the top of the dress down to expose her breasts. She was starting to struggle with his belt when he noticed the pictures beneath her. Grace waving to the camera; why was Grace undoing his belt? Grace and Lily were laughing together as they played with a puppy; why was Grace naked beneath him? Why was Grace's voice different when she said his name?

"Christ! Lily! No!" he shouted as he tumbled backwards and scurried to the dresser. It was Lily he had been licking; Lily who wanted him with a fire he had never felt; Lily who wanted to be Grace to be wanted by him.

Lily looked at him with stupor and realized her dress was in such a way that she was exposed. "No..." she whispered and reached out for Ryan but she suddenly tucked herself into a ball and yanked the blanket around her, sending the pictures flying across the room. They both looked at the photos as they seemed to float in the air before crashing to the ground soundlessly. 

"Go..." Ryan stuttered as he found his coat and fought to put it on. "I gotta ... I gotta go ... Go..." He burst from the room and almost tumbled down the stairs and ran to his car. Before he pulled away from the house he cast an anxious glance at the second story and saw Lily's silhouette. Then he put the Honda in gear and drove away with the same ferocity Lily had demonstrated when she fled the burial.

II  

It was 10 o'clock in the morning and Ryan was pouring himself a cup of black coffee when there was the sound of a key in his door – he secretly hoped it was going to be a masked intruder coming to do away with him but he knew only one person currently had the key to his apartment.

Lily poked her nose in the opened door held fast by a chain. "Hey. Can I come in?"

"You gonna stay dressed?" he asked back as he settled his hand on the chain. She nodded and he unhooked it. As she walked past him he smelled her hair. It was Lily, not Grace, who was pouring herself a cup of coffee. Lily was wearing a pair of black jeans and a loose fitting hoodie and tennis shoes.

"Well," he said as he sat down in a deep reclining chair.

"Yeah," she said as she plopped down on his futon.

"I want to apologize for what happened last night," he said. "There was no excuse for what I did."

"No," Lily said as she reached out and took his hand. "You didn't do anything I didn't want you to. I'm the one who should apologize – getting you to sleep with me by dressing like my mother was not one of my brightest ideas." She laughed a bit and sat back into the futon. "But I wanted to fuck you last night. I did."

Ryan rubbed his temples and let out a sigh. "That's... I don't know what to say."

"Just listen then. What I told about finding my mother – before I went all Grace-crazy ... about finding her selfish was true. She always kept you in check by letting you hope the two of you would be together."

"It wasn't like that," Ryan protested, though deep down he knew she was right.

"Don't kid yourself, Ryan. You played into it because you knew it was the easiest relationship you could have: you love her, she never loves you back, you know precisely what to expect so you never get disappointed. You never really get hurt."

Ryan got up and walked to the pantry and poured himself more coffee. "I know. It was – is – pathetic and I knew it was."

"You know what?" Lily asked. "I loved you from the moment you came into our lives. I was just a girl, but I loved you. Tall, handsome, strong, but tender and gentle – you were the man any woman could want. And you wanted the only woman that you could never have. So typical ... I was going to fuck you last night but I was also going to humiliate you. I wanted you to fuck your ideal Grace and get it out of your system and then I was sure you'd want me for me." She laughed again. "I was fucked up, wasn't I?"

"My whole life's been fucked up because I let it," Ryan whispered as he finished the cooling coffee. 

"Listen. You're beautiful Lily, make no mistake. And if you still want me – well, just know I want you too. I have for a while, now. But I want Lily – not a rehashed Grace, not some drunken fantasy whore willing to do me because she thinks that's the only way she can reclaim her own identity. I want a whole Lily – 'cause the weird thing about last night was that I realized that ... " Ryan shook his head and wiped something moist from his eyes. " ... That I've become whole since your mother died. Come and see after you've accepted that about yourself."

"I'm going to take a shower," Ryan said as he took off his shirt. He cast a glance over his shoulder and noticed that Lily hung her head low and appeared to be staring into her coffee cup.

"Shit," Ryan murmured under his breath as the steaming water stuck him with searing clarity. He stayed like that for a few minutes, not caring about the water, simply hoping it would wash away the guilt he felt about what he said to Lily. Under the water, he remembered the first time he noticed Lily as a young woman – she had always been cute when she was a teenager but at age 19 was when she became a beautiful young woman. Dancing had taught how to truly use the power her body possessed; she had not started teaching but was the solo star of her college dance troupe. 

To Ryan she had sustained the same transformation as a butterfly: a crude and somewhat awkward and almost vulgar teenager changed into an elegant, graceful and powerful woman. Her every extension was pure precision; her every jump seemed powerful enough to take her to the stars; her every gesture was perfectly synchronized to the crescendos and valleys of the music. For the first time since he had met Grace and Lily, Grace was not the focus of his desire. It dawned on him that he was only a few years older than Lily. In different circumstances, and from the way Lily sometimes acted around him, freely laughing and touching him under the sometimes resentful eye of Grace, Lily would be the one he would have been with. But the love he'd felt for Grace buried that desire.

He felt his erection return at the thought of Lily dancing and bouncing, her erect nipples pushing against her tight costume, her every curve highlighted by the stage lamps. Then the image shifted to last night: her large, firm breasts peeking from the robe, the curve of her back as she stood before the mirror ... he wished he had an unclouded memory of her pussy.

He started to lather up when he noticed a silhouette standing in front of the shower curtain. It slowly opened and revealed a naked Lily. Through the steam of the shower she seemed almost like an immaterial ghost – an echo of who she was and who she could be. "What are you doing, Lily?"

"No names," she whispered as she pressed an elegant finger to his lips. "Right now, I'm nobody. A mystery with no answer. You're a paradox hidden to the naked eye. But we see each other right now and we do the only thing we can do together ..."

She stepped into the shower, her 5'5 inch frame dwarfed by his 6'1 body, and wrapped her arms around him. His erect cock pressed against her belly while her nipples seemed hard enough to pierce his skin. The steam from the shower mixed with the steam of their desire when he lowered his lips to hers – the velvety surfaces of their lips parted and came together, echoing the contact of their bodies. The heat of the shower made their skin extremely sensitive so they trembled and shook as they were rocked by the electrified kiss they shared. And even before they consumed their passion they both felt the inebriating joy of orgasm invade them. 

After that first bliss, he reached behind his back and closed the water. He then stepped out of the shower and opened his arms to her – in one sweeping gesture he scooped her up and led their dripping forms to his bed room. He gently deposited her voluptuous body on the bed – she laid down on her back and raised her knees, allowing him a clear view of her wetness. But his tongue had another destination as it was his desire to lick her dry. 

She let out a giggle and then a small sigh as he ran his tongue around her toes and across her foot; behind his tongue his fingers followed and he pressed into the flesh of her foot, making small circles while his tongue slipped between her toes, which in turn he gently nibbled and sucked on. She sighed more loudly when he applied the same ministrations to her other foot and she then shivered as he pushed her knees up and kissed and licked his way to her wanton pussy. He climbed to his knees and locked his eyes with hers while his cock aligned itself with her moist slit.

She closed her eyes when he rested the head of his cock against her warm folds – she gyrated her hips to get more of him into her but he always managed to stay just at her entrance, triggering an ever growing tide of wetness to spread from her canal. She snapped her eyes open and pouted as he smirked – but she closed them again as he leaned forward and slid into her in one smooth motion.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his thighs and he slid in and out of her tightness. He dug in face into the crook of her neck as he savoured the intensity of having her surround him and consuming him. He felt the connections that should have been formed years ago fuse and link with his every thrust and each pulse of her cunt. She dug her nails in his back and nibbled on his ear when he moved higher relative to her body, concentrating his strokes so they could rub longer against her sensitive clit. He found her lips and they kissed, desperately hoping their tongues could fuck the way they were now. 

She suddenly gasped as her body was rocked by an uproarious orgasm – she almost crushed him with the intensity of her bliss. After she came down from her orgasm, she pushed his sweaty body off hers and flipped him around so that he was now on his back. She positioned herself between his thighs and rested on her knees and started to stroke his long, thick cock. He rested his hands behind his back and admired her. She was voluptuous, with large tits and truly curvaceous hips. Her hair was of a dark blond hue and her eyes were the colour of mahogany. Her nipples were unique as they seemed paler than her skin – but they were long and think when erect. He wondered if he had ever truly seen her before.




Interlude: After Grace



"Who am I?" she suddenly asked when she kissed the top of his cock. The feeling of her lips on his exposed glans sent pleasure rippling through his limbs. His breathing became laboured as she pumped him so that his foreskin slid over and off the tip of his cock.

"You're Lily," he managed to say. "Just Lily..." but as the last word escaped him his cock disappeared completely down her throat. He was shocked that she could so easily down his member, but readily surrendered to the flattery of Lily's tongue as it danced across the silky skin of his cock. He watched in fascination as she bobbed up and down his cock with sultry abandon, casting him the occasional naughty glance that told him he was hers as long as he was in her mouth. But she did gag after he forcefully thrust upwards when she gave his heavy balls a decent squeeze. 

Soon he was digging his fingers into the blankets as Lily held the head of his cock steady with the gentle grasp of her teeth and rapidly pumped him and lightly massaged his balls. He screamed incoherently as he exploded in her mouth, flooding the cavity with a deluge of come that she invariably swallowed with nasty delight till he collapsed.

"Do you know what to call me?" he asked once the haze of passion cleared. "Do you have a name for me?"

"You're Ryan. The beautiful Ryan with green eyes that came in my mouth. " Lily was still pumping him in amazement that he was still hard. With the fluidity that must have characterized his swimming, Ryan traded places with Lily and he was now looking down at her. Before she could react he clasped his lips around her left nipple and slid two fingers of his left hand into her cunt; he moved his finger in and out of her so they reached deeply where her g-spot was and back across her engorged clit. 

Lily moaned loudly when one of Ryan's fingers slipped and rubbed her sensitive ass hole and back to her clit. A new river of juices flowed from her cunt. He gave her nipple a light bite and slid down to her pussy to better lap her juices. He savagely licked from her ass hole to her clit and back again, ensuring that she felt the pressure of his tongue as it bypassed her outer lips and probed the depths of her cunt. When he would pull out he would take her cunt lips between his and brush his tongue across their velvety surfaces. Lily's legs twitched and she grabbed handfuls of Ryan's hair – his thumb was on her clit, his tongue was making figure eights in her cunt and a finger slipped its way into her ass. She was subjected to an orgasmic hat trick. 

"RYAN OOOOHHHHH!!" she exclaimed as a gusher erupted from her cunt while she came and came and came. He pulled away from her and enjoyed the sight of her body ravaged by orgasm. He stroked his hard cock as he peered hungrily at her moistened cunt. Once her bliss subsided, Lily noticed the look on Ryan's face – she positioned herself on all fours and wiggled her ass invitingly. 

"Fuck me hard, Ryan," she moaned. She was so wet that he penetrated her with no resistance – but inside her the tightness that captivated him before was present again. Ryan was bestial in his sounds as he pounded deeply into her cunt, causing her to yelp and grunt with glee at his passion. Lily bit down on a pillow as the room filled with the sound of their bodies smacking against each other.

Ryan grabbed her hips and used them as leverage so he could thrust deeper toward her womb. Lily gyrated her hips as best she could – he knew she wanted him to fill every crevice of her cunt. When Ryan felt he was about to come he slowed his pace and started to fuck Lily with a corkscrew motion of his hips. He did feel a certain frustration from Lily as she thrust her hips backwards, trying to keep him inside her.

Ryan let out a naughty growl, gave her ass a playful slap, grabbed a handful of her hair and ventured to fuck her as fast and powerfully as he could. Within minutes they were both screaming in orgasm as Ryan unleashed stream after stream of hot seed deep in her womb – Lily greedily milked his cock for every last drop of come she could get.

Spent, Ryan fell to her side and she turned to be able to see him. They leaned in close together and shared a tender kiss before she got up and went to the bathroom. She came back and climbed into bed with him. Ryan and Lily fell asleep together.

III

Ryan woke up a few hours later and found himself to be alone. The room was still full of the scent of their lovemaking, but her side of the bed was cool. He looked at his watch and saw he'd been asleep nearly four hours.

He walked to the kitchen and noticed a pot of fresh coffee was brewed and waiting for him – he laughed at Lily's thoughtfulness. As he walked to the kitchen table he saw a piece of paper lying on it.

You have too much future
I want to forget my past
We can never be together
'Cuz I fear we'd always last

love, Lily
xoxox

It reminded him of the song Grace has sung to him once – what troubled him was how similar Lily's handwriting was to Grace's ...



Interlude: After One Man's War



"Ahhh..." she sighed as he lapped from her electrified clit to her asshole and back. His tongue darted, penetrated, flicked, explored, even transcended her folds till he felt her stomach tensed, her cunt muscles quivered and her pussy overflowed with her juices. She loved his cock as she came.

"Mon Dieu, William," she moaned. "J'pensais pas que j'pouvais jouir comme ça."

Silently, William pushed her off and he slid off the couch and guided her to his place. She parted her legs as he placed himself and the entrance of her cunt. 

"I'm going to come in you, Isabelle. I want to die there. I love you."

He slowly entered her till he was completely surrounded by her moisture and warmth. "Perfect," he whispered as he began to sway back and forth, pulling his cock out and plunging it deeper in to her with each motion. She shook as her cunt muscles stretched to fit his length and girth and then resumed their normal shape and stretched again.

She kissed the sweat that beaded across his brow and wrapped her legs around his back as he leaned forward so his cock could press harder against her clit as he thrust in to her. He wanted to merge with her so this moment of pure joy and happiness would never end. 

"Oui! Oui! Oui!" she screamed as her clit became oversensitive and her cunt tightened around his cock. She was drenched with sweat as she came and drenched the sofa and his lap with another flow of her juices.

"Isabelle!" he screamed as his cock bulged and erupted deep in her cunt and he came with a force he'd never felt before. His balls tightened as a geyser of come flooded her insides.

"I love you so much Isabelle! Forgive me ..."

forgive me, he thought, why would she? there was nothing for her to wait for as he felt his life drain from him with the blood from the gaping hole in his gut, he heard the words 'valor' and 'bravery' and 'remembered' and thought how hollow they sounded when coming from others than the one he loved

will you remember me, Isabelle? nothing

She Will

thank you 



Interlude: An Artistic Demise



I

Under the glaring lights that flooded the stage, he sat at the looming dark beast's jagged maw. His calling was to soothe the beast and make it sing. He guided his long fingers across the cool surfaces of its still ivories and peered at the exposed filaments that characterized the anatomy of its specific voice.

Onlookers observed him, quietly noting the care he took before challenging them to hear the raucous wail of the black piano. On a sudden impulse, he cast a glance at the audience, meeting patient eyes and expectant brows -- he scanned them till he saw her. Nadya. Her eyes were calm, her hands resting on her lap. He then closed his eyes and allowed his instinct to rise -- the walls of the velvety concert hall rang vibrant with the initial call resonating from the elaborate instrument. Again and again his long, strong but elegant fingers found the patterns to make the piano sing with flourishing explosions of sounds mingled with somber and quiet interludes of pensive notes.

Nadya. That she would have contacted him after a 10 year separation filled him with a contradictory mix of joy and fear. How dare she find him after turning her back on him when he told her he loved her! 

The ring of the piano now struck at the audience with unabashed violence; the conflicting highs and lows were melodic but jarring to the ears of the spectators who had always known him to be a calm, logical and controlled pianist.

Nadya. They had entered the School of Arts at the same time -- both in their early teens. He was a musical prodigy while she was the grace of dance incarnate. The first time they ever actually interacted was at the end of the first year and artistic fate threw them together where they had to create a moment of music and dance within a week. Their performance was legend even to this day. 

Sound rippled through the audience as his fingers slowed their manic pace, seeking to quell the madness of his initial aural onslaught. He subjugated the listeners with a series of floating notes, each held like a loose leaf lifted by an autumn breeze.

Nadya. During their second year they had been inseparable. Each moment between classes was an orchestrated interlude where they discussed the intricate nature of art and how it was the manifest of humanity's transcendent nature. They talked about the future. They talked about their pasts. By year's end, he had told her he loved her. But she left the school and he never heard from her again. Until today.

The walls of the concert hall reverberated with the piano's interpretation of his passions and turmoils. His collar stood undone while perspiration sprinkled the ivories of the battered instrument. The audience erupted in applause and tears as their own emotions -- sadness, fear, anger, frustration, desire, melancholy -- swelled and added chorus to the finishing notes of his performance.

"Nadya." He worded her name as he pushed himself from the piano. The instrument writhed in sympathetic vibrancy under the weight of the audience's applause. The vibration spread through the stage floor and up his legs, filling him with a rapturous joy he had rarely felt since the first time he played for Nadya. He lowered his head in humility but peered at the crowd from beneath his furrowed brow. Nadya shined through them with the characteristic charisma that had initially drawn him; an easy smile swept across her Polish-Chinese features. He noted how her wide smile sept up toward the strong cheekbones that denoted her Eastern-European heritage, while he envisioned the almond shaped eyes hooded by reddish blond hair he once hoped look upon every morning.

After a few languishing minutes, the raucous crowd hushed. He saluted them with a victorious wave and leisurely exited stage left.

"My god, Aaron," his manager said as she pushed his long, dark brown hair back behind his ears to better look into his deep blue eyes. "I've never seen you play so ... so ... alive."

Aaron Cain examined his manager -- his mother -- intently, but was then momentarily lost to the blue eyes she shared with him. "That was her, mom. All her. She's always been the key."

"I see that now, how you feel about her. I never knew before."

He took a deep breath. "I'm not sure I know how I feel. Is she here?" 

"Your dressing room."

"Thanks ..."

II

He found Nadia sitting on the old sofa bracing the wall opposite the dressing room door. She had paused from sipping from the bottled water she had helped herself to -- Aaron stared blankly as the door he had opened with excessive force swung back in his face. But under the weight of her hypnotic brown eyes, he held the door open, slipped past the threshold and floated into the dressing like he entered a dream. She watched him as he carefully navigated the room, taking care to remove his jacket and hang it with diligence. His actions were measured and refrained, betraying the fear he felt that any brusque action would cause her to dissipate like some meager illusion. 

"Aren't you going to say hello?" she asked wistfully.

"That would be a rather clichéd way to start this off now, wouldn't it?" Aaron commented as he went over to the small fridge next to the sofa and pulled out a bottle of water. He hoped the cool liquid would drown the edge in his voice.

"Well, clichés are like stereotypes -- they're rooted in truths and standardized social models," she claimed with a certain detachment. She took another sip of water while Aaron stared at her and she uncrossed her long, toned legs.

Aaron dropped onto the sofa next to her and lowered his face to his hands and shook his head. Within moments his exasperation mutated to desperate laughter and he threw his head back, allowing his chuckles to resonate in the small room.

Nadya put the bottle down and laid a delicate hand on his knee. Aaron covered her hand reassuringly, and when she saw the apparent joy he felt at seeing her, they toppled into each others arms for an embrace born of ten years of separation. 

"Nadya ... where have you been? Ten years and suddenly a letter telling me you're coming to my performance?!" he hissed and suddenly shot up away from her arms and faced his rage and desperation in the mirror. Her reflection stared up at him as he fought to steady his ragged breathing. "I've seen you dance, I don't know many times ..."

"I know. I knew you were there but, I was ashamed." 

Aaron turned to her and fell to his knees in supplication. "What do you mean, ashamed? Of what?"

Nadya cupped his face and he watched a tear run freely down the soft skin of her cheek. "What I'd done to you. Leaving you without saying goodbye. Leaving without telling you."

"Without telling me," he said, letting the words fall away while wiping her tear with his thumb. "There was nothing to tell. I told you I loved you and you left. Actions speak louder than words, you know."

"Actions. Words. They don't mean a damn thing without a context to frame them. Do you know how terrifying it can be to be loved by someone who has the utmost respect for you? It was easier for me to escape than to risk making any mistake that could make you lose respect for me. 

"Aaron -- I do love you. But if I'd said it, it meant I'd committed myself to being perfect. I don't have that kind of strength."

"I never wanted you to be perfect," he said as he stood and leaned against the dresser. "Just you being Nadya was enough for me. How could I have loved perfection? I knew I was never going to be perfect -- I never wanted that from you. What I loved is how you made me want to be better. You were in the audience tonight and I played better than I have in years."

She stretched to her full 5'5 inch frame and drifted to the wall, her fingers lingering across its embossed surface. Aaron's eyes swayed across her toned physique, admiring how her strength of will incarnated itself in a body forged of passion and dedication. Thought she exuded the explosive power her dedication to dance had granted her, Nadya had lost none of the language of femininity: curvaceous hips and a rounded posterior, raptured in the bliss of movement; her B cup breasts stood firm and proud against the silk fabric of her simple, white summer dress. Her nipples punctuated her fear and trepidation. But Aaron was stricken by the pallid tint of her skin despite the stirring in his trousers. 

"I saw -- I heard," she whispered. "I was proud of you tonight. Just like I was proud of myself when I knew you were in the audience and I felt I was dancing just for you. "

"See?" Aaron almost shouted as he griped her shoulders. "If we'd been together, who knows how far we could have gone? The beauty we could have created? There's so much beauty we can create now."

"I wish I had more time," she whispered as she pressed her head against his thick shoulder, the musculature strangely reminiscent of the strength of the music he created.

"What? Are you trying to torture me, just showing up and then disappearing again?"

"That's not it," she whispered while she pushed him aside and went back to the sofa." I'm sorry -- that's not it." Nadya cradled her face in her hands as she rested her elbows on her knees. "I wanted to ask you -- to tell you and to ask you ..."

"What? Please."

"Aaron. I'm dying. I have a few months at the most. I didn't want to leave this place without feeling your touch." She faced his incredulous eyes. "I want to love you -- to dance to your music and make love to you at least once, while I'm still strong. After that it doesn't matter when I die, but I need to do this before it happens."

"Cruel -- that's what you are," Aaron grimaced as he backed away from her and fell against the wall and slid slowly to the carpeted floor. Color drained from his soft-spoken features while his blue eyes glazed over. "You leave me when I claim my love for you -- now you tell me you want to love me but I have no choice but to watch you disappear. Death shouldn't have made you crueler than life."

"Aaron, I ..."

"No. No more words. No more excuses. You're dying, I'm sorry -- I won't be your redemption."

He gestured to the dressing room door, his outstretched arm strangely strong and rigid like the frozen limb of an ancient stone carving. "Please. Leave. Switch off the light on your way out. Please."

Nadya stood, wavering lightly under his cool refusal, studying his frozen features. They had lost their gentle countenance. As she passed him she looked down as a single tear dived from from her cheek to his skin. She quietly exited the dressing room, fulfilling his wish by switching off the light -- but before she closed the door on his darkness, she heard a delicate sigh. 

Nadya slammed the door with a hush. 

III

Aaron stood on the stage, his eyes bearing down on the piano he had made love to only hours before. But in his mind's eye, his fingers had been moving to and fro on Nadya's lithe form. The keystrokes were the notes of her pleasure while her moans where the melodies of the piano and the crowd was the heavens bearing witness to his passion for her.

But now there was only a hole. She had come to him for solace, to offer him the final sparks of life she still held so they could experience what had been so long denied. 

But he cast her away.

He had accused her of cruelty. He had pointed her in the direction of a lonely death. 

Aaron felt a fool. He sat at the piano but when he reached for the ivories, a sudden chasm opened in his mind and he fell there -- a sudden spasm racked his body and he violently pushed away from the instrument. That was all he saw: an instrument. No passion. No drive. No Nadya. 

The hole grew deeper and he understood then that it was not the prospect of Nadya's death that had burrowed it in his being, but his surrender to the inevitability that with her death so did his passion die. What she had offered him was the chance to immortalize her and commit her love for him as a living memory. Nadya had offered him an anchor against the struggle of love and art and he had preferred to drift aimlessly in sad indifference. 

Aaron was the cruel one -- to himself and to Nadya.

He tore from the stage to his dressing room; he turned over every article he found till he discovered the letter she had written with delicate calligraphy -- in his turmoil the letters appeared to dance an elusive choreography meant to bewilder his search for the address of the hotel she had booked for the weekend of his performance. He took a deep breath to steady his hallucinations and he looked over the letter again; the address and the room number were now clear and present.

IV

The Glenngrove's hotel was an ode to Art Deco. Aaron walked the hallway to room 1408 with a hesitant pace, pausing between fear that Nadya would refuse to see him and admiration for the arches and chevrons that marked the separation between the rooms. The walls themselves were lacquered with frescoes of tilted diamonds and tethering triangles of explosive reds, greens, yellows and assorted vivacity. This was the only place she could have stayed.

He followed the labyrinthine map supplied to him by the hotel auditor who had graciously allowed him in following a generous monetary reparation. It was the path that lead to the studio Nadya had commandeered. Studio 1408. 

Upon his arrival, Aaron was again thwarted by a doorway separating him from Nadya. But it allocated him time to witness as she stretched her longs limbs to the sound of piano music and strings; he admired how her chiseled musculature rippled and undulated beneath her supple skin. Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail and she wore a black, sleeveless spandex top and matching leggings that stopped a few inches above her knees. On the mirrors that lined the wall he noticed the exaggerated strain on her face and the fatigue that taunted her body. He struggled with the thought that such beauty was condemned to an ephemeral passage.

The music was loud enough to drown his opening of the door and he recognized his music blaring from the iPod stand on a small table at the other end of the studio. Aaron roamed his eyes across the elements populating the creative space: an upright piano, a drum set and a series of exercising increments.

Nadya completed 2 pirouettes before realizing Aaron was standing by the music player, watching her. She froze and just stared at him blankly.

"Aren't you going to say hello?" he asked, echoing the first remark she made when he found her in his dressing room.

She took a tentative step towards him. "You're doing in clichés now?"

"It's the second time I walk in on you. A cliché was deemed appropriate."

"Aaron," she started, taking a second step closer. "Those things you said, I deserved them."

"I love you."

"I know but ... I am cruel. I had no right to impose on you ..."

Aaron moved forward and swept her up in his arms and pulled her close, crushing her to his chest. "No. No forgiveness. No regrets. Just love. Just art. Just us."

"Aaron." It was a sigh.

For Aaron, time slowed as the room melted away and Nadya's presence flooded his reality. His nostrils trembled under the aroma of her sweat and desire; his eyes surrendered to her desperate glare; his skin prickled as her pert nipples pressed into his chest; his ears rocked with the mingled pounding of their entwined hearts.

And finally his mouth -- it filled with the violent presence of her tongue as their lips connected in a storm of unleashed passion. Years of denied emotions translated into a kiss where their tongues sought to show each other the depth of the longing that had buried itself in the fabric of their being. As they pressed deeper into each other, they whispered their names like a hallowed prayers to sanctify a union too long denied. His flesh tingled as Nadya tangled her fingers in his long, dark brown hair; his lips moved from her mouth to forge a path across her cheeks to anoint her earlobes with his tongue -- she giggled before a startled moan gripped her throat when his teeth grazed the delicate skin of her long neck.

Aaron's breath became a succession of rapid exhalations when Nadya harshly pulled at the silk white shirt that was a hallmark of his performances. His heart pounded when her long nails dug into the firm muscles of his back and he felt the wet, serpentine voracity of her tongue tatter his neck. He responded by sliding his hands down her back with deliberate slowness, ensuring she knew that his fingertips enjoyed her sensual delicacy till he reached her firm derrière and he drew her against the rooted hardness of his sex.

"Oh, I want that," Nadya whispered with light-headed glee as she ground her Mons Veneris against his loins. "But there's something I want to do even more."

"Dance?"

"Yeah. I want to dance for you -- I want you to play just for me."

Aaron eyes narrowed as he remembered how tired she appeared before he entered. 

"Don't worry," she assured him. "With you here, whatever's killing me will just have to take a backseat."

Aaron smiled at her determination and walked awkwardly over to the piano, his erection interrupting his usually fluid gait. He ran his fingers over the cool wood surfaces of the standing instrument and relished the aged aspect of the keys -- it had been an instrument that had been played and had lived. It reminded him of the one he played when he first saw Nadya.

"Wait a minute," he muttered when he noticed the carvings on the seat. "Nadya, is this...?" he began to ask when he turned to her after realizing she had turned off the music player -- his voice caught in his throat as Nadya proceeded to remove her top and was sliding her leggings down her beautiful legs.

"The one from college. I bought a few years back when they were closing. I keep it here so I have a connection to you when I'm alone."

Aaron just stared at her, awestruck by the porcelain beauty of her pale skin -- what he had felt earlier during their kiss and what he had conjured in his mind over the years was now a solid presence. At the meeting of her legs he saw a lithe strip of reddish pubic hair and he followed it to the exposed, pouty, rose colored lips of her pussy. He then drifted his eyes to her equally rosy nipples -- they were small and erect, the crowning centers of her reddish aureoles. 

"You did realize you were going to see me naked tonight, right?" Nadya asked with a mischievous gleam in her hooded eyes.

"What's a realization when faced with reality?" Aaron retorted. "But I thought gratuitous nudity was for later tonight."

"I want us to be pure when we play -- unfettered by clothing or restraints. Pure thought and body acting as one."

With that signal, Aaron stripped of his shirt. He was by no means an epitome of physical perfection that transcended the ages but he was proud of his broad shoulders and defined chest. He realized Nadya's eyes had locked onto his reflection -- through hers he saw that she licked her lips as she gazed over his toned body; he felt the veil of hair that covered his chest and arms bristle at her intense inspection. After his shoes and socks came off, he distinctly heard a gasp as he pulled off dark slacks and silk boxers -- his wolfish erection stood before him, bobbing up and down like a predator seeking scent of its prey while he moved to toss his clothing in a corner. He watched as Nadya observed him -- Aaron measured almost 6 feet tall and was blessed with long, thick fingers that would have been as comfortable swinging an ax as playing the piano. This sense of length was sown across his face, with a long, aristocratic nose and a strong, cleft chin. Length and thickness characterized his 8 inch cock.

"You know I want that!" Nadya exclaimed as Aaron turned his rigid protuberance in her direction and she pulled herself away from his reflection. "What were you saying about reality?"




Interlude: An Artistic Demise



"That it becomes subjective when submitted to the variances of desire and need?"

"Please ... I can't stand philosophy right now."

V

Aaron sat at the upright piano, the padded leather of its bench submitting pleasantly to his weight while his fingers surveyed the weathered keys. Like an old tale in braille read by and avid connoisseur, he reacquainted himself with each ivory until he had recollected all the subtleties that were this old friend's hallmark.

Though his fingers touched the piano, his eyes were over Nadya as she limbered and stretched her graceful form like a feline ready for an evening's prowl. Toned muscles swayed beneath silky smooth skin flush with renewed vigor as she stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her firm bosom forward and upward. The air in the studio ever so slightly filled with the musky aroma of her arousal. 

After a few minutes, Aaron and Nadya locked their eyes in a mutual, wordless accord and his fingers tapped the first few chords of an unidentified tune. It was a slow and languorous adagio, spurred by his desire to take his time enjoying Nadya -- instinctively, she allowed her body to be swayed by the delicate notes. Aaron watched as she almost drunkenly stumbled his way, each step she took in accord with his song caused her breasts to swing seductively, until he suddenly changed the rhythm, thundering a series of deep half notes that pushed her back in a furious quartet of quick steps till his dramatic beating brought her around in a full pirouette, echoing the emotional turmoils the evening had stirred within him. 

Aaron's song soon turned to his trademarked melancholy -- the notes followed a lightly sloping score, pulling Nadya along from a plié to an arabesque to a plié. All the while he watched fitfully as her body boldly exposed itself to him from the odd angles her classical training lead her. Her nipples seemed to trace unintelligible legends in the air as their flashes marked the changes in tempo of his melody. 

Brave silences between the notes allowed Aaron to realize that his erection was even stiffer than before, protruding and rocking from between his thighs like the needle of a fleshy metronome. The pause also allowed Nadya to shift her footing and he noticed she acquired a much more primitive stance -- Aaron quickly understood that "primitive" was wrong. It was a primal stance: her legs were bent at the knees and her hips were spread wide. Nadya suddenly exploded at him with a rapid thrusting of her pelvis followed by rhythmic stretching of her legs. Sweat flew from her body as she twirled and he felt an ancient stirring in his loins.

Aaron unleashed a buried wrath against the instrument, pounding it like drums driven by primordial needs such as desire and hunger. The chaotic expanse of debilitating sounds shattered any premise of studied form as Nadya threw her body into senseless movements. The erratic showdown of music and movement was punctuated by their grunts and snarls. The elaborate mating ritual they had initiated was know an animalistic display of raw emotion. 

Suddenly there was a thump and Aaron snapped his head in the sound's direction and saw Nadya on the floor, panting hurriedly. He was about to sprint to her side but relented when he heard her burst out in tearful laughter.

"God!" she exclaimed as she arched her back to beckon Aaron's ravenous gaze. His eyes locked onto the pert perfection that were her rigid nipples. He moved his entire body in her direction with the keen precision of a predator. "You have no idea how I've wanted to just cut loose like that."

Aaron was silent at he allowed his fingers to surround his cock and lightly stroke it. 

"I think I know what you want," Nadya cooed. 

Aaron watched intently as she positioned herself so he could see clearly between her thighs. He felt his cheeks flush as light sparkled off the wetness of her pussy -- it had drawn enticing rivulets down her thighs while she had danced. The air was now thick with the aroma of her passion made liquid. He strove to control his increasingly raspy breathing while Nadya propped herself on an elbow and reached down between her thighs. She made little gasps as her fingers touched the outskirts of her scarlet pussy lips. He swallowed hard when she brought her coated extremities up above her luscious mouth -- Nadya teasingly flicked her tongue at her fingers before noisily sucking up her juices. 

The pace at which he stroked his cock increased while her fingers returned to there quarry. He ran his hand over the smooth, purple surface of his glans, causing his legs to spasm when he saw her spread her pussy to expose the velvety chasm and glide over her clit with her middle finger.

"Oh! Aaron!" she rasped as her body shook under the pressure she delivered to her clit. Nadya began to open and close her thighs around her rapidly moving fingers as her nub became the fulcrum of her desire and she reached across her body and roughly pinched her nipples.

"Ahhh!!! Aaron! Aaaarrroooonnnn!" Nadya screamed as her body tore from left to right from the force of her coming.

Aaron had stopped stroking his member when she had first said his name -- he let the sounds of her pleasure fill his imaginings. He contemplated her thrashing, noting how her grace could not be overshadowed by the chaos of orgasm. He pulled his gaze from her to look over his shoulder and suddenly remembered the voice of the old piano. Its true voice.

"Aaron?" she asked hazily when she noticed he was not looking at her anymore.

VI

Those tricky little pieces fall away when you're in love But the past is always near, ready to give you a shove Your memories are their voices, never quiet for long Oh baby take a chance, and slip into my song

Lost in forever Guided blindly by your eyes Lost in forever There's no denying my heart flies Lost in forever We'll make our hearts worthwhile Lost in forever I trust I can make you smile

I was given the chance to watch love come alive But I was stricken by doubt, there was no way our warmth could survive So you reached across the river before I slumbered in fear The strength of your heart, baby, pushed away my fear

Lost in forever Guided blindly by your eyes Lost in forever There's no denying my heart flies Lost in forever We'll make our hearts worthwhile Lost in forever I trust I can make you smile

Hang on to me because I'm sad and brave and true We'll cross the infested waters And touch love's curious brew

Lost in forever Guided blindly by your eyes Lost in forever There's no denying my heart flies Lost in forever We'll make our hearts worthwhile Lost in forever I trust I can make you smile

VII

Nadya sat up and tucked her knees to her chest while she listened to his deep, soothing voice as it floated across the improvised dance studio like morning dew raised off the leaves by the rising sun. The tune that carried his words was sorrowfully hopeful yet carrying a chord of anguish.

Aaron saw how she hugged herself and rested her head on her arms while he sang the chorus a final time; after the final word he allowed to tune to carry itself to a fading hymn to love.

"I wrote that for you, " he said, facing her. "The lyrics are cheesy, I know, but I wrote it for you."

"Aaron, when?"

"Back in school," he sighed. "I finished it the day before you left. I was going to play it for you then. I've always been proud of it -- don't ask me why, though." A sad smile spread across his handsome features. "So while I watched you finger yourself, it suddenly came back to me and I realized tonight was going to be the first and last time I play it. I couldn't pass it up."

Nadya's eyes filled with tears as she moved forward and crawled to where he sat on the edge of the long piano bench. "Aaron, why did I leave?" she asked rhetorically. "I gave up so much ... "

She was at his feet and rested her delicate hands on his knees. The tip of his erect cock poked between her breasts and he leaned down, cupped her lovely face and they kissed. Again he was swept away by the taste and the warmth of her silky lips.

"Those aren't for you right now," she whispered as she pushed him back onto the bench and nudged his thighs widely apart. Aaron looked down his chest as Nadya pressed her lips to the tip of his hard cock as if she blessed some obscure holy relic. His eyes rolled back when he felt her squeeze his balls in chorus to the kiss she gave his cock. He strove to focus as she gave his balls a tighter tug each time another inch of his member disappeared into her forgiving mouth.

One hand on his shaft and another on his balls, Nadya stroked both in an upwards motion while she sank his cock as far as she could. Her lips exercised a tightening motion whenever she pulled up before taking more of him in her mouth. 

Aaron was now lying fully across the bench, his breath coming to him in a series of expressive gasps. His heart thudded a mad beat when he felt Nadya's wanting gulf swallow him -- the feeling of her teeth against the aroused surface of his member sent spasms of lust to ravage his core. He bucked his hips lightly to show her that he wanted more of this delicious intimacy. 

Nadya responded by adding her tongue to the mix, locking his glans against her rough palate.

"Ahhh ...! " he exclaimed as the topography of her palate proved to be near the cusp of what he could endure. His legs trembled -- Nadya understood what was coming and released his balls and applied both her hands to his member and worked furiously.

"Nad ...unnnhggghh!" the words were stripped from him when he felt the explosion of come gush into her awaiting mouth like an ancient geyser dormant for centuries but having found the proper occasion to blow. 

Nadya never broke from his gaze as she took each spurt of his cock with selfish abandon. A torrent of his come lathered the inside of her mouth when she finally released him after his body signaled its current depletion. She then stood, moved out from his thighs, walked around to his waist, and swung a leg over his limp form. Straddling him, Aaron saw her lean her head back and take a deep swallow. She sighed once all his come was now down her gullet.

Aaron looked up at her, in awe of this first erotic exchange he just lived with the woman he had always loved. 

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she answered back.

His cock twitched when she laid her firm body across his and their lips met in a intimate embrace. Both their nipples were aroused and electrified as they undulated against each other. His hands glided over her back and down to her ass that he squeezed with authority. Nadya giggled and ground her wet pussy against the hairs of his taut stomach before hoisting herself forward. Aaron smiled at the offering of her nipples.

"Hmmm gooood..." she sighed as she supported herself by placing her arms above his head, granting Aaron access to her her breasts -- he explored their underside, pressing them together so his tongue could connect to the tips of her nipples.

When he took a nipple in his mouth and gave it a light nibble, Nadya moaned loudly and her support faltered -- she sprawled her chest across his face and he devoured her breasts with voracious vigor. Fingers kneaded her flesh while tongue and lips kissed and licked pliable skin. Each of his ministrations, following patterns akin to his playing of the piano, pulled from her a note of pleasure.

"Aaron, I need it," she whispered huskily into his attentive ear. "Now, please..."

With stunning ease, Aaron lifted her and reached between their bodies so he could position his cock in angle with her pussy -- they both gasped when the tip of his organ breached the space beyond her pussy lips. Nadya lowered herself back fully on his body and they rested that way for a moment, his cock at the threshold of her cunt. 

"I could just stay like this," she whispered. Aaron nodded and sighed -- warmth and desire communicated over the bridge his cock formed with her pussy. They exchanged deep, probing kisses, their tongues carrying a treaty of lust and passion. Once understanding was reached, Nadya pushed herself down his body, taking his full cock into her velvety inner sanctum.

"Nadya ... " he moaned as the walls of her pussy, pressed by a body hardened by years of training and want, tightened around his shaft with the authority of a vacuum. He pushed upwards so more of him could trespass freely in her womb.

"Oooohhh ... " she echoed as she drove her hips downward in response to his desire. Nadya assumed a seated position, supporting her upper body with her hands pressed on his belly, and allowed her powerful thighs to control the speed with which she impaled herself on his erection. 

Aaron felt his cock move in an out of her at an almost alarming pace -- her wetness seemed to splash more and more with each of her thrusts. He was amazed at the speed she kept and the precision she demonstrated, never once letting him slip from her pussy's grasp. 

"Oaoaoaooa Again!" Nadya exhaled and he felt a tremor flood the inside of her pussy and a fresh flow of her juices spill across his lap as she came. Momentarily spent, Nadya rested on him, crushing her beautiful breasts to his chests and roaming her fingers across the soft skin of his arms as he steadied her. 

"My first cock ..." she whispered. 

Aaron paused a moment, taken aback by the comment -- he realized it was supposed to have been said under her breath but to his musician's ears, it might have been a thunder clap. But a renewed vigor fueled his cock and it twitched decidedly.

With one swift but unexpected motion, Aaron sat up, forcing Nadya to wrap her arms around his neck while he supported her thighs. He effortlessly maneuvered to the other side of the piano bench. He lowered her ass to the bench and she had no choice but to throw her arms back and place her hands at the edge of the piano keys.

Nadya's body formed awkward "V" with her ass on the bench, her hands on the piano and her thighs in Aaron's strong grip. 

"I want you so much," he said, sliding his hands up her thighs to her knees and spreading her wide. 

"Yum," she giggled as she saw he had not fallen out of her pussy. A gratified expression colored her face when he took his first thrust. 

"Fuck me."

Aaron was now compelled from the same source as his inspiration to ravage Nadya with a brutally passionate fucking. Holding her knees to the height of his shoulders he pulled his cock to the edge of her pussy and thrust it back in with all the force of his hips. A second time. A third. The rhythmic beating of his flesh against hers was punctuated with his animalistic grunts and furious snarls.

"Harder!" Nadya ordered. "FUCK! ME! HARDER!!"

Sweat flew from Aaron's brow to Nadya's bosom as he drove into her with the ferocity of uncontrolled machinery seeking perpetual motion.

"Yes! Ohhhhh ... Yes!" she screamed as her body rocked under his relentless pounding -- her tits wagged and wiggled every which way and her became disheveled while she struggled to stay on the bench. 

Though he was assaulting her pussy with a sexual force he had never envisioned himself capable of, the grasping and wanton nature of her womb was as voracious as his desire to fill it. Aaron knew its hunger to be filled with his come nourished the way it milked around his shaft and how he had to struggle to pull out and dive back in. 

And suddenly he felt the mounting pressure of his orgasm begin to swell his cock and spread her pussy even wider to accommodate the oncoming wave. 

Nadya felt the comforting surge of his orgasm. "Do it Aaron! Give me your come! Your beautiful come!"

The detonation of his passion shot his come deep into her awaiting chasm -- but it also pulled him into another world. A world filled with visions of the both of them, making love every day to the most beautiful musics. A world where she would dance to the mere sound of his name and where every note he played was a masterpiece when he thought or saw her. A world where there was no end or beginning to this cycle of lust and creation.

Aaron's eyes watered when his cock ceased to load come into her; the images faded though her cunt still pulled at his shaft and he dropped to his knees, slipping out of her and leaving a trail of come to tether them. He raised his head and howled an angry, anguished moan to whatever sky was listening.

Heartbroken Nadya rushed and kneeled before him and took him in her arms.

"You know what you've done, don't you?" he asked.

"Of course I do. I'm sorry."

"You are cruel. I love you."

"And I you, Aaron Cain."

VIII

There had been hope of recovery for Nadya.

Two months after their faithful encounter, she died quietly in her bed in the arms of the one she loved, far from Aaron Cain.

He had not seen her after their night, but he now stood among mourners in silent respect before her casketed body. 

"Right here," he said as he tapped his temple, grateful for the memory she had given him.

"Aaron," he heard a soft voice far off to his left say. He turned and saw a young black woman staring at him intently. He read amazement in her big, beautiful brown eyes when she realized he had heard her. Her hair was long and flowing loosely about her shoulders. 

With a few quick strides he was next to her before she could duck away into the mourning crowd.

"Do I know you?" he asked as he reached out to grasp her arm but then pulled back.

She ran her fingers through her long locks. "No. But I know about you and what you meant to Nadya."

"You do?" Aaron suddenly understood the quiet statement Nadya had unwittingly shared with him.

"I loved her too," the young woman said. "I'm Shae."

"I see. Please Shae, tell me about your Nadya..."

FIN



Interlude: Après La Danse



Ils étaient sous l'emprise d'une musique née des pulsions rythmiques des caissons de basse et ils étaient ivres aux lumières scintillantes qui les peinturaient de vagues multicolores. Mais, malgré les éclats de jaune, vert, rouge, cela ne pouvait dissimuler le désire qui alimentait l'homme et la femme qui possédaient la piste de danse. Elle se nommait Joannie, et quand elle entoura le cou de son partenaire de ses bras lisses, il se réjouit du contact car il se délecta du décolleté invitant qu'elle mis habilement en valeur par l'entremise d'un mince chandail noire. 

Il se nommait Stéphane, et il perçu les perles délicates de sueur qui parsemaient les côtes de la vallée des seins de Joannie. Elle se retourna et guida les mains puissantes de l'homme vers le galbe féminin de ses hanches et elle écrasa son cul ferme contre le sexe dure qu'elle savait tout à elle.

La musique avait ralenti et les deux amoureux ondulèrent à la fréquence langoureuse de la basse et des voix angéliques qui hantèrent la chanson. Il joignit ses mains au-dessus du nombril percé à Joannie et elle glissa ses mains dans les poches arrières son jeans moulant à souhait. Pour ceux qui témoignèrent de la danse lascive des tourtereaux, le dénouement de la soirée était irréfutable. 

Malgré la musique, le couple cessa de danser et Joannie se retourna pour s'appuyer contre le corps sinueux et musclé de Stéphane. Comme une danseuse de tango, elle entoura la cuisse de Stéphane avec sa jambe musclée, poussant ainsi sa petite jupe de denim à la frontière de sa chatte humide et chaude. Il sentit sa queue s'éveiller comme un serpent près d'une proie volontaire. Et puis fut le baiser. Un baiser qui figea le temps, créant ainsi une forêt de statuts de danseurs et danseuses marrées dans une musique coagulée. Joannie glissa sa langue dans la bouche de Stéphane et examina ce terrier et retrouva sa langue coquine. Ensemble, ils se coupèrent le souffle mais recherchèrent ce dernier respire. 

Tous les yeux de la piste se rivèrent sur les amoureux -- Stéphane agrippant le cul parfait de sa partenaire; Joannie examinant les larges épaules de son homme avant de lui tirer les cheveux, exposant ainsi son cou qu'elle recouvrit de doux baisers de ses lèvres pulpeuses. 


-Ils nous envies, dit-il. Je l'ai blâme pas -- t'es la plus belle ici et c'est moi qui t'ait.

-Sort moi d'ici, Joannie s'exclama.>>

D'un sourire malin, Stéphane prit sa main et la guida lentement et délibérément vers une sortie au fond du club, sous le regard curieux des autres fidèles de la musique. La nuit les attendait d'une caresse fraîche, indice de l'automne qui se rapprochait de jour en jour. L`'allée qui serait leur nid d'amour était peuplée de containers de vidanges et de boîtes vides et de flaques de liquides incongrues. 

Stéphane poussa Joannie contre le mur de brique et sous les lumières de la rue, il s'agenouilla devant-elle. L'arôme de sa chatte le fit gémir et il poussa sa jupe le long de ses cuisses et s'aperçut qu'elle ne portait pas de sous-vêtement et son sexe dénudé attendait ses attentions.

Joannie mit un genoux sur une des épaules à Stéphane, bloquant ainsi l'écho des bruits du trafique. Elle agrippa sa tête et l'enfonça dans son jardin secret. Stéphane y promena sa langue, explorant les pétales généreuse à la recherche du jus précieux. Joannie s'appuya au mur et se mit à trembler quand Stéphane retrouva ce petit joyau de plaisir qui fut son clito. La chorégraphie experte de sa langue et de ses lèvres soutira de Joannie des gémissements féroces de plaisir. Épris de désire, Joannie le tira vers elle pour éveiller la bête qui existait en lui -- il se débattit avec sa ceinture pour libérer sa verge. Elle saisit sa queue et le guida vers sa chatte enflammée tandis qu'il mania ses cuisses pour l'accoter au mur et la soulever. Ils échangèrent des soupirs quand il impala sa chatte de sa verge veineuse et il embrassa sa déesse luxuriante. 

Leur baise était une danse folle et violente d'amour devenu passion déchainée. Joannie griffa ses épaules tandis qu'elle mordit la lèvre inférieur de son amant. Stéphane la blottit au mur et ses coups d'anches fit naître des ecchymoses là où elle toucha la brique. Toute cette hargne passionnelle fut accompagné d'une mélodie de grognements et de soupirs déchues.

Joannie fut inspirée -- elle relâcha Stéphane, l'instant de se retourner et de lui présenter son petit cul ferme mais resplendissant de féminité. Il caressa sa verge et repoussa la jupe de sa copine afin d'admirer ces formes sensuelles; Joannie se mordit la lèvre quand elle sentit le doit humide de salive de Stéphane humecter sa chatte avant d'y insérer sa queue saisit comme de marbre. Ce jumelage érotique créa une chaleur qui les envahies et les poussèrent à une déchéance animale; il glissa ses mains sous le chandail de Joannie et lui pinça les mamelons durcis tandis que ses coups d'anches s'accélérèrent vers un rythme infernale.

Il prit une poignée de la longue crinière de son amante et lui tira la tête vers l'arrière, ce qui lui arqua le dos et fit resserrer l'emprise déjà menaçante du canal qui entourait sa queue. Joannie se sentit fendre et envouter chaque fois que Stéphane la pénétra; Stéphane se sentit dévoré chaque fois qu'il passa le seuil du plaisir que Joannie lui inspira. Bientôt ils établirent une ondulation sexuelle qui les asphyxiait d'un plaisir si intense qu'ils rêvèrent le monde inondé d'orgasmes perpétuelles.

> cria Joannie quand elle sentit sa chatte frémir sous la friction de la verge de son homme -- elle subit un plaisir primaire et son visage se fendit en un masque d'orgasme et sa chatte se déversa de son nectar partout sur leurs cuisses.

Stéphane remarqua la sueur de Joannie qui fumait contre la nuit fraîche tandis que le vagin qu'il envahissait devint une succube vouée à le vider de son sperme. Quelques instants plus tard, il sentit une vague de plaisir s'enfuir de ses extrémités pour se concentrer dans son sexe; il cria quand la pression de sa passion devint trop intense et explosa, déversant un torrent de sperme chaud et gluant au fond de sa douce Joannie.

Exténués, les deux amant se séparèrent un bref instant pour se ressaisir et ils partagèrent un léger baiser avant de renouer avec l'orgie de danse.



Interlude: Artistic Impressions



A knock.

"Can I come in?" she asks. Wet and tired.

"Do you want to? You're the one who left."

She stares at me intently. Hesitation and drama. "I was... disturbed. Can I come in?"

I step aside just enough to let her past. She smells of bourbon and fear. I watch as she removes her overcoat: a painted-on pair of jeans and a second skin of a tee-shirt. If she'd been naked, she'd be vulnerable. But she is venerable. She moves about my small cube of an apartment, letting her coat and her boots fall haphazardly; her spiral leads her to the small mattress where I dream. She drapes it in her beauty.

I walk over to the refrigerator. Beer. Vodka. Malt liquor. I display the liquids that dull the outside world so I can better hear my secret madness. She shakes her head no. I take a bottle of beer and sit at the small table where my computer rests. It's surrounded by its ancestors: sheets of white paper, various inks in small jars, and a selection of plumes. I sip the beer as she glimpses a crucifix lying on the floor near where I lay my head.

She picks the cross up and examines it; she twirls it around in her fingers and brings it close enough to her face to almost kiss the wounds away. "You don't strike me as the religious type," she whispers as she puts the crucifix back down.

"I'm not."

"So why do you have it?"

A sip of beer. "I keep it around to remind me that sometimes, you have suffer in life." 

"That sounds... religious."

"You think so? Maybe I keep it around just to throw people off guard."

She stands up and walks towards me, each sway of her hips a perfect moment in time. She takes my beer, runs her tongue across the opening and then takes a long sip. She then looks over at the computer table and picks up one of the bottles of black ink. She removes the cap and I watch as she brings the container to her nose; she moves it away and takes another sniff. Then, she hesitantly dips her pinkie into the jar, pulls it out to better observe the way it runs down her finger, and then she greets it with her lips. She smiles as the substance glides over her tongue.

"This isn't ink. It tastes like berries."

I walk over to the cupboards that line the wall opposite the table and open one of the doors. She joins me and closely inspects the various berry extracts and oils housed in elegantly long bottles.

"What are you?" she asks. "An alchemist?"

"That depends on your point of view. I try to transmute feelings into words, but I haven't found my philosopher's stone yet." 

With a smirk, she goes back to the table, moves some of the articles out of the way and hops onto it. Her feet dangle wistfully while beckoning me. She spreads them open and invites me inside.

"This is definitely not what I was expecting when you came up to me in the bar and invited me to be your inspiration," she whispers in my ear.

"What?" I ask as I snuggle my cheek to hers. "No one's ever asked if they could write you?"

"Usually, men just want to fuck me." 

"Well," I whisper as I step back slightly and take a long and slow trip up and down her body, "I hadn't ruled it out." Her response it to tilt her body back on to her arms as my hand rubs her crotch through her jeans.

"Tell me something," I say as I pull her close and start to rub her back in tandem to her crotch. "You left earlier when you realized you'd be my canvas. Why'd you come back? Really?" 

"I was..." she mumbles between her licks on my ear, "disturbed. You scared me with your bottles and the feathers." She wraps her legs around me and grinds my hand. "But in the rain, after the fears were washed away, I couldn't deny the..." her moans and mine, "...curiosity... chemistry."

I smile as she leans her forehead against mine when her body stiffens. I feel her lips close to mine and I gently caress them with my tongue, aroused by the electricity that courses through her body.

"Wow," she mutters as I move strands of wild hair from her face and let my hands float across her erect nipples until they rest back on her hips. "Have you made up your mind?"

I move out of her embrace and go to back to the cupboard where I pick up a bottle of cherry extract, vanilla extract, and a bottle of clear corn syrup. Then, I go to the counter next to the refrigerator where I reach for a large mixing bowl. I feel her eyes burrow into me as I open the tap of the sink in the middle of the counter and let some cold water fill the bowl.

"Well?" she repeats.

"What? I still intend on writing you."

"Yeah, but will I be riding you?" 

"Oh, you're thinking about sex. Well, everything we're going to be doing tonight will be sexual. We may fuck; we may not. But we are going to get off."

She lets out a giggle as she watches me pour the white syrup into the bowl. I pour in about two cups worth before I reach for the cherry extract – the bottle itself is shaped like a nude woman sitting on her knees with her arms reaching behind her head. I empty the rich red liquid into the bowl and lick off the last few drops that stick to the curves of the bottle. I hear her moan as I swirl my lips around the cool glass tits. But she gasps when I nearly drop the bottle – the intensity of the cherry flavoring is that overwhelming. After I'm finished with the cherry, I take the vanilla extract and only add a few drops of it in to the mixture.

When I take a wooden spoon from a nearby drawer, she hops off the table and stands close to me while I homogenize the mixture; my knees buckle when she puts one hand on my ass while the other accompanies my mixing. I tense up as she blows into my ear. 

"You're making this...hard," I manage to say.

"Is that all that's hard?"

"No."

"Ahhh..."

She wraps her arm around my waist; her hand finds my zipper; she pulls it down and slips her fingers inside. She dances across my cock and I have to deposit the bowl on the counter as she slips more deeply into my pants. She gently holds my cock as it quickly swells with the heat of excitement. 

"Oh..." I stammer. "Don't. Don't... I'm trying to work here. I won't get anything done if you give me a hand job."

She pauses, puzzled by my interdiction. "I just want to make this...fun ."

"I understand that. And you will, and then I will, and then you will... But the fun will happen on its own." I pick the bowl up and lead her to the middle of the room.

"Why'd you choose me?" she asks suddenly as I place the bowl on the floor. "There must've been a dozen women you could've approached."

"There were. But you offered me something special." I place my hands on her hips and raise then slowly until I reach the edges of her t-shirt. She chews her lower lip while I look into her eyes until she nods her approval. With a gentle motion, I lift her shirt over her head to reveal a toned stomach, a black lace bra, and delicately pale skin. I run my fingertips down her shoulders, across her arms, and up her stomach until I reach the clasp between her tits. I stare appreciatively at there shape: medium cups full of firm, silky skinned breasts. I delight in the goose bumps that race across her arms as my nails graze the surface of her cleavage.

"This is what you offer me," I murmur as I touch her lips with my thumb. "When I first saw you, prancing from left to right behind the counter, your skin seemed to glow under the black lights.

"I knew you were the one I was looking for. Your skin's ghostly appearance -- but your beauty's unearthly and your blue eyes are electrifying. They fueled my pursuit of you. You were the woman who would become the canvas on which I would write an ever changing masterpiece. Your every movement would trigger a new beginning. Each gesture and moan a chapter in an epic tale of never ending passion.

"And you are one fine piece of ass."

She starts to laugh as I fumble with the bra clasp and free her lovely orbs. Her nipples are only slightly darker than her skin – and they're pink, erect, and oh so delicious.

"Whew!" she exclaims as I push the bra past her shoulders. "For a second there, I thought you had all these grand artistic aspirations. But it was just an unconventional way of getting me out of my clothes."

"It's easier to write on you when you're naked."

She giggles again and touches my cheek; I sigh at the way her fingertips tickle the hairs of my longish beard. She presses herself against me so that her nipples are only slightly below mine as I deftly undo the buttons of her Levis. At the same time, she undoes the buttons of my silk shirt so that she can more easily run her fingers through my chest hair and trace the shape of my abs; I'm just an article of clothing behind her nudity. Once her jeans are undone, I push her hands to her side, hook the jeans, and I lower myself slowly to my knees, taking her pants with me. I take the time to trace the forms of her thighs and calves with my lips, blowing gently on the little hairs that populate her soft skin. Again, a series of goose bumps rise in protest, but I appease them with my tongue, gliding over them like a blind man in search of holy Braille.

"That's... nice," she murmurs. "The way you're touching – it's nice. I thought artists were... destructive. Violent."

"Passion," I answer as I invite her to step out of her jeans, "is not always expressed in uncontrollable bursts of anger. It can be a happy thing. A wonderful thing. Wonderful like you." 

I toss the denim away and I look at her up and down: she is an apogee of contrasts as she stands there in black lace panties and sheer, black, thigh high stockings. Her hair crowns her oval face and floats across her toned, muscular shoulders. Her hair and her skin are almost platinum in color, and again she reminds of some ethereal presence – but those deep blue eyes, like drops of sea water... I take her face in my hands and give her a deep kiss. She parts her lips hungrily and swallows my tongue to replace it with hers.

As we kiss she struggles with my belt and hurriedly fights to pull my slacks and boxers down to expose my cock. I grip her wrists tightly and immobilize them. "I'm sorry. Creation is a slow process, and I skipped ahead a few steps..."

"I really want..." she whimpers as she manages to push her loins against mine . "I really want to hold it. Your cock."

I release her and she pulls my pants down and carefully manipulates my cock. I watch as she moves it from left to right, enjoying the way it grows and fills her hand. She flicks her tongue to greet the engorged head as it breaks from the confines of the foreskin; I dig my nails into my hands as she brushes the top of my tool against her warm lips. My knees buckle as her breath engulfs my shaft – she merely enters the tip into her mouth without touching it and she leaves it there. I feel the heat emanating from the inside of her cheeks, the presence of her teeth just millimeters from my cock, the sensation of her lips ready to tighten around the base of my shaft, the desire of her tongue barely grazing the sensitive skin beneath the shaft. I close my eyes to forget about everything and surrender to her grasp.

But she breaks my anticipation and releases me: "Sorry. I got carried away there for a minute. I hope I didn't leave you... hanging."

"Hanging, no. I was hanging earlier. But this...is no less than I deserve."

"Really?"

"Really. It's what I get for not giving a lady what she wants."

"You think about what I want?"

"Of course. If you don't get what you want, how can I get what I want?"

"And what, precisely, do you want?" she giggles her question.

In response, I push her back somewhat and she understands my meaning – she goes over and lays down on mattress while I bring the bowl closer. As she rests on the bed, her tits fall slightly to the side, inviting vanguards begging to be licked. But I disregard them and proceed to slide her stockings down her legs – I can't help but follow the trail of the disappearing stockings with my nose in order to inhale the scent of her exposed flesh. My nose finally leads me to the true center of all creation as I follow the inside of her thighs until my forehead encounters the inviting warmth and moisture of her pussy. Pussy: the only place on earth where life can go in and come out. Pussy: man's obvious obsession, woman's most subtle power. Pussy: the center of creation, the center of destruction, the center of the world.

"Mmmm..." she moans as I move my head in small circles against her hidden treasures. When I lift my head, she raises her knees and ass in response so I can better grasp her panties and remove them. When her ass falls back onto the mattress, we both stiffen -- my cock lightly touches her outer cunt lips and halts, tip to tip with her reddish clit. Her pale pussy hair points down at the encounter while our bodies are jolted by the electricity of desire and our eyes lock. Do we give in now, or should the torture continue? 

"That's... intense," I mutter. I breathe and the up and down motion of my cock causes it to rub gently against her button, igniting light sighs from her lips.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take," she declares. She moves her hips closer to mine, but I manage to escape her hunting cunt; she reluctantly lets me back away so I can slide off the mattress. I go to the worktable and when I return, I am carrying a long, thin ostrich plume. Its tip has been softened using some generic skin cream. Now, as I am kneeling next to her, I let the feather hover gently over her heart. A slight tremor runs through her body as she anticipates the possibilities.

I kiss her softly and then dip the tip of the feather into the viscous concoction that has awaited in the bowl. As the plume touches the soft skin of her belly, I glide my other hand over the outskirts of her thighs and ply apart her moist pussy lips where I gently slip in my middle finger – I write:

Primal

Lustful eve of physical speak I give in, to passion I am weak Gutteral thoughts burn inside I lay desires on my ghostly bride Weighed down by the mass of my heat Her involuntary chasm desires succulent meat Her wild gestures reach a frenetic height Lost in visions of her flesh, I give in to her sexual might

As my feather lays down my thoughts on her receptive flesh, my finger traces the shapes of my words upon the quivering walls of her wanton cunt; from each pause between the words she draws the inspiration to release a punctuated sigh, moan, or gasp. I write:

In her, I possess the definition desire She controls my creative fire So long, I have thought this power was dead She has rejuvenated the words for which I have bled Now, my heart fills with boiling blood A genesis of memory escapes me – we are swept away by the flood Once dead dreams distilled by fear fill my head I caress their extravagance as she rests on this bed

While I concentrate on the stable flow of the feather, she locks her hand around my cock and begins to pump it slowly, causing the foreskin to engulf and then release the electrified glans. Each of her strokes triggers a spasm in my hand, forcing my finger in her pussy to move in and out, tracing a line from her clit to the upper part of the inside of her cunt. Soon, I lose all sense of my writing and I hear only the moans of her pleasure and the feeling of her luscious juices flowing freely over my fingers and her hand pumping and my cock swelling... her cunt tightening... words replaced by grunts and groans... With instinct, I write...

Lost in the mist of sightless bliss We surrender to the page's eruptive kiss The thesaurus of desire is spread wide open The constancy of mad pleasure has been riven We move together with the ease of unmitigated luck Reason has surrendered to the mindless fuck Our bodies discuss, with tongues and limbs so carnal We can only be described as sexy beasts, oh so Primal

Racked by the throes of orgasm, I fall on her while she writhes beneath me from the actions of my fingers; our bodies soon become sticky from the mixture of sweat, come, and poetry. When our breathing finally reaches a moderate rate, I lift myself from her and watch as the words I had just written now rest smeared over her belly and mine. But in my mind, the poem swims in the sea of thoughts – I reluctantly get her to release my member and she agrees to let my fingers go from her delirious cunt. With a satisfied sigh, I manage to get to my feet and I head straight for the work table where I pick up a pen and lay down the words to the first poem I've written in months.

Even as I write, a plethora of moans and sighs drift over from the mattress. I peek over my shoulder and I tremble at the sight: she is resting on her stomach. Her face is buried in the pillow while her knees are tucked beneath her belly – this pushes her perfectly heart shaped ass into the air where she gyrates it as her fingers tickle and dances across her pink lips. I put my pen down and watch her as she slips two fingers into her pussy. She moves them furiously across her clit, deeply into her cunt, and then out again across her clit. My own desire returns as I hold my cock and turn to face her. Her legs shake and she bites down on the pillow as her ass trembles invitingly. I fight to keep my seat, to resist the urge to ravish her with a wild fuck, and I remain there with my erection aching – demanding – to penetrate her and own her. But I resist.

She suddenly opens and eye and notices me watching her. In one fluid motion she has changed her position and is now sitting and facing me. Her lips parted in a predatory grin, she opens her legs and eyes me mischievously while pressing a finger on each side of her pussy lips, displaying for my viewing pleasure a tight looking expanse of reddish tissue surrounding an enticing opening. Longing to dive into her pussy, I maintain my resolve and stay seated, even as she does a come hither motion over the crease of her love sheath. With each gentle caress of her fingers, her legs come more closely together until the are sealed tight around her hand.

"Oooohhhhhh..." she moans as her eyes sometimes come into contact with mine. Given the way she arches her back, I fear for a moment she will break herself in two.

"Ahhh...you...you... coming for you!" I suddenly leap from my chair, land on the mattress next to her quivering form, and I cover her soft lips with mine in order to better absorb the thunderous vocal eruptions of her pleasure. Her tongue tangles with mine while her mouth seems to vibrate in tune to the orgasm prancing across her limbs. My hand roams across her chest, taking the time to pinch her hard nipples and massage her soft aureoles. I finally let my hand rest on her heart while her body bucks with the last vestiges of her orgasm. Funnily, the rhythm of her heart causes renewed stirring in my loins – I realize that I'm pumping my cock almost as fast as her heart is beating. I stop just in time before I come – or I will pull the skin clear off.

"That," I whisper as I lay down next to her, "was a beautiful sight."

"I just had to do it. I had so much energy pent up inside – I thought I was going to explode."

"I felt the same way."

She gives me a small laugh and tugs my cock affectionately before getting off the bed and taking a moment to give her elegant body a long, well deserved stretch. Again, I'm entranced by her profile – her breasts that point skyward, slender hips that culminate to beautifully rounded thighs, an ass that juts out just enough to be sexy and not obnoxious, and long slender legs that are powerful enough to squeeze the juices from you.

"This is icky," she mutters as she picks at the drying mixture I used on her. I go back to the table as she heads to the bathroom -- I finish jotting down the poem while I hear a faucet open and water run.

She comes back, smelling sweet and clean. I notice she's still holding a hand cloth, but I pay it no attention and struggle on getting ink out from some ubiquitous ball point pen. I suddenly feel some rough rubbing on my stomach.




Interlude: Artistic Impressions



"God, you've got a crust forming in your hair," she complains. I put the pen aside and seat myself in a better position so that she can easily access my belly and loins. Her touch is firm yet yielding as she pays special attention to my prick and balls, making sure the suds from the cloth cover every area where the syrup had spread. Once it looks like a can of whipped cream ruptured in my lap, she takes my hand and leads me back to the bathroom with a hop and a skip.

She takes the time to fill the sink, dips the cloth in the steaming water, and applies it to my stomach. She leaves it there for a few moments so the warm water softens the stiffening syrup and dissipates the suds and she diligently wipes away every last trace of goo from my chest, belly, and groin. For a moment, she stands there until she tosses the cloth aside and rummages through my toiletries until she finds my shaving brush, cream, and razor.

I begin to move out of the bathroom as a mischievous smile washes across her face – she is filling a small ceramic bowl I keep on the corner of the sink with shaving cream and I am trying to get the hell out of there. Before I can make it past the threshold, she has me by the balls.

"Where d'you think you're going?" she asks with determined authority.

"Away from you and that razor."

"Scared?"

"Uhh... yeah!" She gives me a condescending role of her eyes and deftly opens the straight razor with a skilled flick of her thumb. "You shouldn't worry. I used to be a hair dresser."

" I bet you had a license to mutilate unsuspecting hair."

"Ha. Ha. I'm laughing my ass off inside, you're so funny. No; I just thought that since you got to write on me, I ought to be allowed to do the same – I just need to ready my canvas."

"Will you be using a conventional pen?"

"Nope..."

I smile and nod my head to give her all the permission she needs. She starts by emptying the sink and filling it with steaming water; then, she dips the brush into the water before mixing it in the bowl with the cream until she is satisfied with the foamy consistency. Next, she comes right up to me and stares deeply into my eyes while she makes series of spiraling motions with the brush from the tip of my shoulders to the line of my pubic. It feels like a thousand warm fingers dancing through my chest hair, tickling my sensitive nipples while spreading a blanketing layer of creamy warmth over my flesh. Finished with the brush, she rinses it in the sink and picks up the razor. Her strokes are long and broad, removing and initial layer of hair, and then she goes over her path to clear any prickly underbrush. I am mesmerized by the grace of her gestures as she exposes flesh covered with hair since my early teens.

I absentmindedly reach up and squeeze one of her breasts but cease once I spy her reproachful glare. It turns to a smile as she shakes the blade in the water and continues her exposé of my chest and belly. Once completed, she reaches over my shoulder, assuring contact between our chests, and picks up a small towel. She takes her time to wipe up the excess cream and water. Her fingers linger over the definition of my muscles; she presses hard into my flesh as if to count the fibers that comprise each muscle group. She pays extra attention to my abdomen as it triggers an extra twitch from my cock. Once erect, she surrounds it with the towel to sponge away any runoff that might have escaped the shave.

"Well, that should give me enough room," she smiles as she walks her fingers up my chest to my chin.

"This..." I murmur as I touch myself, "is peculiar. I've never been one to shave my body – the air feels... new. It's like I've come out of hiding and might feel the pressure of light."

"Don't get to used to it."

"Why?"

"Well, once this exercise is over, you're letting it grow back. I like it too much to let you remove it permanently."

"Oh... as you wish, my muse."

"Your what?"

"Muses: daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, sources of all inspiration." 

"Oh... So that's where the word's from. I thought it sounded Greek. And beautiful."

"It is. You are." 

We both smile as she grasps my shaft and leads me back to the living room. She pauses by the table and picks up the berry ink, then leads me to the mattress. Sitting us down, she leans me back and positions herself so her thighs are on each side of my head. Carefully, she parts her legs and slides forward until she straddles my face. Wetness runs from her cunt and down her legs – I lap at it here and there while I hear her open the ink bottle.

"You'll have to help me here," she says as her breathing becomes more labored. "I've never really written poetry before."

"The biggest mistake you can make is to try and write poetry," I mumble as my tongue darts across the cleft of her pussy. "Just live your emotions in the moment and let your hand guide itself. Once you get the flow, you can work on the form."

With that advice in mind, she lowers herself a bit closer to my face so I can let my tongue discover its new home. It's then I feel her moist finger press on my belly and she begins to write:

A stranger's lust for transcendent art Has awakened my heart And shown me a new start What nerve have I to enter this realm With an intimate stranger at my helm But he pressed his mouth to my palm And with a whisper my waters were calm So I have surrendered my body to his dream And soon I am ready to feel his cream For when his thoughts are words His lips can make me scream

As her fingers glide across my skin, I try to match her gestures with my tongue so she can better feel each word she has written. Whenever she pauses to change and start a new line, I push my tongue into her folds and fondle and pinch her breasts. But with the ever increasing flow of juice from her cunt, she tosses the ink aside and rests her sweat soaked body onto mine and proceeds to lap up the words she has just written. Each tongue stroke is accompanied by a firm tug on my cock.

"Fuck the words," she growls as I slip into her mouth for the second time of the evening. Unleashed, she kisses and licks my shaft like a madwoman while I strafe her cunt with bites and nibbles until we are both racked and churning.

"Fuck the words and the writing... Just fuck me!" she howls as she gets off me and positions herself on her back. Dedicated and focused, I climb between her legs press the head of my shaft on her cunt, but before I can breathe, she wraps her legs around me and I slip farther into her pussy than I could have imagined. It is a world of heat and moisture and tightness as she flexes her calf muscles and controls our fuck. Through her frenzied attack, I grab her tits and smother her mouth with mine with a mad kiss that she accepts wantonly. I slide down her neck and take a nipple and press hard enough to almost push it back into her breast. Her back arches violently and I fear for a moment she will snap my shaft in two and choke me as she forces more of her breast into my mouth. But I respond by pulling her head back by the hair and raising myself off my thighs – this lifts her off the bed and my cock sinks into her to its limit.

Temporarily paralyzed, I push my thumb against her clit while reaching over and placing a pillow beneath her ass. With this new angle, I place her knees on my shoulder and begin a slow rocking motion that pulls me almost completely out before I slowly sink back in.

"Kill me softly!" she exclaims as I take sweet time to stretch her cunt with each slow and languorous thrust. Holding her legs tightly, I begin to increase my cadence until her breasts bounce madly and my sweat runs down her legs; I take on of her toes into my mouth and then kiss her feet.

"My Muse! Muse!" I shout as my cock gorges and readies to erupt with my orgasm. But before I come, she raises her ass in order to slow my ascent.

"No! Come slowly and tell me a poem," she pleads. "I'm so near coming – I want to hear your beautiful words and feel your come as we both enjoy it."

My cock jerks as my orgasm tumbles back inside. But I smile. I can't resist her.

She moves onto all fours and I slips into her from behind. Her tightness is overwhelming as I admire the softness of her skin, that most precious of canvases.

"Gentle motions of lust call our names/While we cool passionate flames/I have come to desire my host/Though she stepped into my life a surreal ghost/I am but a servant to her desires/Those who deny Woman are liars/For me, my heart dies in her fires..."

"Ohhhh.... Fuck me now!!" She howls as my voice is replaced with lustful grunts.

My balls smack against her thighs as I fuck her ever faster. She responds in kind until we both rattle uncontrollably. Her cunt convulses; my cock erupts; we scream. We come. I jettison a stream of come deep across the innards of her cunt while she smashes her pelvis into mine in an attempt to fuse us like this forever.

"Oh god what a fuck," she whispers as she finally slides off my spent and slowly deflating member. She rolls over onto her back and watches me with sleepy eyes. "So what's next?" 

"Well," I say as I lift her legs and rest them on my lap and massage her feet, "I'm kind of hoping you have some friends."

"What? Are you going kinky already?"

"It's not that. I just think I'll need more room for this novel I've always wanted to write."

She looks at me incredulously.

"Want a drink?" I ask...



Interlude at Sunrise



The sunlight enters the hotel room through a creak in the drawn curtains, I can feel a lost ray of light tickle my nose as I groggily open my eyes and look at you beside me. You're still asleep, snoring slightly – no wonder, after all we've been up until the wee hours of the morning exploring each other's bodies for the very first time. Starting in a rough and animal-like way, later on soft, slow and tender, taking the time to discover, which lasted throughout most of the night. The mere memory sends a shiver down my body and settles between my thighs; I tentatively run my nails down your chest and smile at the soft moans you utter in your sleep. My lips brush your collarbone; gentle butterfly kisses absorbing the sweat on your body. As your eyes flutter open for a second I lick the transpiration off your chest, slowly working my way down. Softly biting your nipples and consequently tracing my tongue down your abdomen. Your moans grow more intense, yet your eyes are still closed; I'm pretty sure you are awake by now, but you're trying to convince me otherwise. 

My hands explore your legs, caressing the inside of your thighs and a soft grunt emerging from your lips proves I was right in assuming you are awake. I look up at you before I take your hard cock in my mouth. My tongue slowly circles the head before taking it in completely. As I do, your eyes fly open and you stare down at me, your hands find my long auburn hair and weave into it. Pulling me closer, almost forcing me to take you in even further. Your mouth is partially opened and your tongue touches your lower lip, saliva glistens on your lips and it's making me want you even more. Your hands push my head even closer to you; I run my hands up the inside of your legs until I touch your balls, caressing them with one hand as my mouth encloses your rock hard cock. With my other hand I try to loosen the grip of your hands on my head, for I have other things in mind. I can feel the burning desire between my legs that can only be put out by you, by feeling you inside me. As I manage to free my head from your grasp I keep staring into your eyes, sucking hard on you. You groan when I take my mouth off you and whisper, 'Don't stop.' Your voice is hoarse with anticipation and desire. 

As I send you a sultry look I say, 'Don't go anywhere, there's something I want to try.' 

I get up and walk into the bathroom, rummage through my luggage quickly and find what I was looking for, a silk scarf. As I wrap it around my hand I hurry back to you; your right hand is now stroking your cock. Somehow you seem to be startled when I reappear in the room, yet you don't stop until I take your hands into mine and give you a 'you're-a-bad-boy' look. I take the scarf and bind your hands together subsequently attaching them to the headboard of the bed, securing your hands so you won't be able to move them more than an inch from the bed. My breast touches your nose as I lean over you to make sure the knot in the scarf will keep. I can feel your hot breath caressing my nipple and I feel it respond. You try to lick my nipples, but I won't let you; instead I start kissing you slowly, starting on your lips. My tongue explores every inch of your chest, letting my hands run down to your groin; I can feel your cock jump up as my fingers reach down to enclose it. As you try to tell me what to do, I look up and place a finger on your lips to hush you. I divert my attention to licking my way down to your cock and kiss the head softly. Licking up and down your shaft I hear you groan, asking me to take it into my mouth entirely again. 

I sit up, straddling your legs; your cock touches my belly as I run my hands down my own body, gazing into your eyes. My fingers find my hard nipples and start playing with them, circling them, tugging at them as you watch me. I start moaning softly as the desire in me flares up, I reach down, brushing past your cock and slide one finger inside of my wet pussy. A groan emerges from your lips, and as you try to speak, I reach over and place my wet finger over your lips. 'Don't speak or this will be very uncomfortable for you,' I whisper in your ear and bite the lobe softly. Then I straighten my back and resume the position I was in previously, making sure your rock hard cock touches the bare skin of my abdomen as I continue where I left off. My left hand is teasing my breast; I know it must be torture for you to watch because you love to run your fingers over them much in a similar way to the motions I'm making now. Your lips are slightly parted as you watch me in breathless anticipation until you can barely contain your groans and start to wriggle your hands in an attempt to loosen the grip of the silk on your wrists. Yet the fabric won't budge and you are doing your best not to utter a curse under your breath for you know it will result in more torturous watching without being able to participate, which I know you want to do. 

'Tell me you want to touch me,' I murmur breathlessly. 

Tongue-tied you nod your head.

'Tell me you want to fuck me,' I insist relentlessly. 

You gasp for air. 'Yes!' is all you manage to push past your parched lips. 

'Would you like me to untie you?' I ask, breathing heavily. I want to hear you say the words, how much you want me, how you'd like to touch me. A soft moan surfaces from the front of my throat as I watch you writhe underneath me. 

Your voice is husky when you reply, 'Yes, untie me.'

As I reach over to loosen the knots in the scarf my breast brushes your lips, without hesitating you take it into your mouth and start suckling. Arching my back, I thrust it forward into your hot mouth as I fidget with the knots again. Soon your hands are freed and you run them along my back, your lips stay on my nipple, teasing it softly with your tongue and teeth. Moaning under your touch I wrap my arms around your neck running my fingers through your hair and roll on my back. Your right hand reaches down and finds my warm and wet pussy, pushing one finger in, making me quiver with eagerness. 

Running my fingers down your back, I slide one hand over your hip and grab a hold of your wonderful cock; I want to feel you inside me, and the wait is driving me wild. 

My lips brush against your ear when I say in a soft voice, 'Fuck me now!'



Interlude at the Movies



I had often heard the guys talking about feeling girls in the movies, but I had never believed them. That is until one afternoon during my annual holidays at Blackpool. It had been raining all morning, I had read all the papers, and I did not fancy lazing around the boarding house. So I took myself off to see a movie, with the express idea of seeing whether I could find a girl to feel up. Because it was late in the season there was not to many people around. 

As I entered the darkened theatre, I paused to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the dark. It was a quite a small theatre, with only about twenty-four rows of seats down the length, and twelve seats across the width. The seats were split by two isles, to allow access. So, the layout of the theatre across were two seats, the isle, eight seats, the other isle, and two seats. As I looked around I could only see five people, two young couples sitting in the back row, and a woman sitting over on the far side, sitting on the seat closest to the wall. 

I peered through the gloom trying to see whether she was young or older. From the distance I was from her, there was no way I could tell. I hummed and hawed at the back of the theatre trying to make up my mind, whether to approach her or not. Oh, stuff it, I said to myself. I came out to feel up a girl, so go and do it. 

As I came closer to her, I could see she was a little bit older than I had first thought; she was obviously about thirty five to forty. I began to have doubts about my plans, and stopped, putting my left hand on the back of the seat next to her. 

She must have caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, because she turned and looked up at me. I was so embarrassed and flustered at being caught by her I mumbled. 

"Is this seat taken?" She must have got quite a shock seeing me there because she replied. 

"No." Before either of us realised it I had sat down next to her. 

"There are plenty of other seats." She replied as she regained her composure after her initial shock. 

"I want to sit here." I said, still somewhat embarrassed. 

"Well! I will move." She retorted as she began to rise. 

The thought of her moving elsewhere seemed to prompt my brain into action. 

"Oh no! Please don't go." I pleaded. 

"I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just that I am here all by my self, and I am very lonely." 

"Well, as long as you behave," she said. 

I must have said the right thing because she settled down to watch the rest of the movie. This gave me a chance to have a good look at her. She was actually quite attractive. She had removed her coat and draped it over the back of the seat in front. She was probably about five foot two, but she would be taller than that as she was wearing high-heeled shoes and stockings. She was wearing black pleated linen skirt that covered her knees. Her blouse was white cotton, buttoning down the front, just like sales assistants at department stores wear. The blouse was pulled down tight over her breasts and tucked into the top of her skirt, the material was fairly thin as I could see the out line of her bra.

I leaned back in my seat so that my upper left arm was touching hers, I thought she would have pulled away, but she just kept looking at the screen. After a while, I let my fore arm slip of the arm of the seat. So that the back of my hand, was touching the outside of her leg. I knew she must have felt my hand when I touched her leg, because she flinched ever so slightly. 

I was ready to apologise immediately if she said anything. I could not believe my good luck; she just kept watching the movie. The back of my hand was resting on the outside of her thigh about six inches above her knee. Very slowly, I started to make small circles with my hand. As I grew bolder I turned my hand curling my fingers on to the under side of her leg and increased the size of the circular motion. I discovered if increased the pressure as I circled upward from her knee I dragged her skirt up a little bit. It was sliding up and down on her nylons. I turned and looked at her to see if she was reacting in any way to my touching her leg. However, she was just staring at the screen and appeared to be deeply engrossed in the movie. 

This suggested to me that she was either a willing participant or she was to frightened to do anything. Either prospect excited me, and I felt my penis become erect in the confines of my trousers. I shifted around on my seat firstly to allow my penis to rise into a more comfortable position, and secondly to allow my right hand access to her leg. I removed my left hand from her knee and repositioned it up around the back of her seat, and placed my right hand on her knee. I was now in a better position to manipulate her. I now started the circular motion on her right knee, and at the same time began to lightly massage her neck and shoulders with my left hand. 

Through all of this, she had not moved she just stared at the screen. I increased the motion of my right hand on her leg sliding it up and down along the top of her thigh; at the same time, I leaned over and nibbled her ear and neck. This brought a reaction from her, she turned her head and said somewhat flustered. 

"Please don't do that! If you don't stop I will call the manager." 

I was pretty hot by this time, my penis was throbbing, and there was no way I was going to stop. I held the back of her head with my left hand and brought my lips onto hers, I felt her body go ridged with shock, I kept up the pressure on her lips until I felt her relax. After a while I was able to slip my tongue in to her mouth, Her body became more pliant, and her breathing became slower and deeper. I moved my hand from her knee and cupped her left breast, I began making circular movements over the nipple area, and almost immediately I felt her, nipples harden and stab the palm of my hand through the material of her blouse and bra. I quickly undid the buttons on her blouse and slipped my hand in onto her bra. I quickly discovered that she was wearing a front fastening bra. I managed to undo the clasp and my hand slipped up on to the bare flesh of her breast. She pulled away and grabbed my hand. 

"Do not do that I am a married woman, if you do not stop I will scream," she said. I Held my hand were it was. 

"Don't worry I wont hurt you, and you would not want to embarrass your self by screaming, you are actually enjoying it." I replied. 

I then took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it between them. She relaxed her grip on my hand. Using my other hand I pulled her head around again and started to French kiss her once more. Once more, she relaxed and let me have my way with her. I could feel her responding to my ministrations, so I took my hand from her breast and slipped it under her skirt. I felt a shudder go through my penis as I felt her nylons. I gently began to massage the inside of her thigh, increasing the length of my stroke until I slid of her nylons onto the bare soft skin between her stockings and her panty's. She was now breathing with difficulty with my mouth fastened on hers. So I moved my lips down to her exposed breast and sucked the nipple into my mouth. As I did this, she murmured 

"Oh! Oh!" 

My hand had now reached the silk of her panties, which I discovered where wet with the secretions from her vagina. 

"Oh please stop, don't touch me down there! My husband will kill me if he finds out." 

"Don't worry he will never know if you don't tell him." I whispered to her. 

"But it's wrong I am married! I do not want you to do it. Please stop." she begged. 

"You want it - I can feel the juice dripping through your panties." 

I said as I slipped my hand under the elastic at the edge of her panties and slid my middle finger over the valley between her pulsing labia.

"Oh!.. No!.. No!.. No!.." She groaned as my finger slid into the open portal. I moved my finger up and down a few times coating it with her slippery juices and then slid it over her clitoris. As soon as I began to work on her clitoris all residence left her, and she began to gasp. 

"Oh! Oh! Yes! Yes!.. Make me come!.. Do It faster!.. Oh I am going to come! Yes... Yes... I am coming!.. Oh! Oh!.. Aha!.. I've come!" 

"You're a dirty young man." She smiled as she removed my hand from up her skirt. 

"You should not have done that, touching me down there." She said as she leant over and put her hand on my groin and started to knead my balls. 

"I will have to punish you for being such a dirty young man. Oh what is this hard thing?" She asked as her hand found my throbbing cock through my trousers. 

"Oh I have got to see it." She said as she quickly unzipped my fly and slipped her hand and grasped it through my under pants.

"Oh you dirty boy you are all wet you have been coming in your pants." She chortled as she removed my cock from the restriction of my underpants. 

"What are you going to do to me?" I gasped as she gripped my cock in her hand squeezing it very tightly drawing the loose skin down to the base. 

"I am going to punish you for what you did to me, I am going to make you come all over your self." She replied. With her, other hand using her palm she started to slowly rub it over the head of my cock spreading the juice that was seeping out. 

"Oh yes Punish me." I coaxed.

"Oh yes I am going to punish you. I am going to make you pay for putting you hand up my skirt, and touching my cunt slipping your finger in and out fucking me with it." 

All this dirty talk from her was affecting me I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. She must have sensed this also, as she gripped the head of my cock with one hand and squeezed the base with the other; I started to thrust upwards with my hips fucking her hands. 

"Your coming, you're going to come, you dirty boy." She whispered. 

"Oh yes I am going to come... Oh yes its wonderful... Oh I am coming I am Coming! Oh Aghh!"

I grunted as the spunk surged up the stem of my cock and oozed out between her fingers. All of a sudden, the lights came on the movie had ended, she got a tissue out of her bag and wiped her hands, She turned to me and said.

"You better put that away before somebody sees you." She handed me a tissue from her bag and a card, saying. 

"This is my address be there tonight at 8 O'clock for the rest of you punishment." With that, she pushed passed me and left.



Interlude Ch. 01



“When I move you move, just like that….”

“Yeah, I like it when you move…just like that. It’s the wiggle, really.” 

And I smile in memory. It’s what I think of, laying here next to you, watching you sleep. I’ve been awake for hours it seems, as the sun has finally peaked out over the horizon, the faint light growing brighter and more golden as it climbs higher above the hills bringing dawn of another new day.

I smile in anticipation……wicked thoughts and desire burning like fire through my veins. If you only knew how difficult it is to restrain my hands, to prevent them from ripping the covers off your sleeping form. From reaching over, wrapping your leg around my waist. To ravish the ravishing. But I don’t, I still my hands and calm my racing heart and turn on my side to ease the discomfort between my legs….a cock rock hard since before dawn. I give it a reassuring squeeze and then I tuck my hand in along the form of your body under the cover, feeling the warm of the soft skin of your back. 

You lay there on your side, facing away from me, still in the same position that we fell asleep, snuggled together, my hips pressed tight against your warm buttocks. I’m a mover…I shift position many times during the night and thus I awoke, sprawled out on my side of the bed. As the sun rises higher, and higher, it splits into golden stripes, rising gently over your body and I watch them play over the form of your body……golden bars tracing the shapely curves. Your eyes remain shut and I’m beside myself with frustration…….how can you be still asleep! Silently, I will you to wake…..will you to open your eyes, rub your nose and lift your tousled head from your pillow. Like a kid on Christmas, frantically pacing back and forth in front of the tree, eyeing that brightly wrapped box, waiting for Mom and Dad to wake up….fighting the urge just to peak under a corner. I awake every morning, feeling like it’s Christmas laying next to you.

At last you begin to stir, and hope springs to life (as does other things) but you still and your eyes are still closed……a minute later, a tiny snore escapes your nose and then another…wait a minute, you don’t snore! I reach over your shoulder and pull you towards me. Your eyes open and a lazy smirk forms a smile as you reach around my shoulder and kiss me good morning. A giggle. Cheekymonkey! You will pay! Ah,hahahahahaha!

Ripping the covers clean off the bed, I expose you to the chill air of the room and your attempts to curl into a ball leave exposed any number of parts to tickle….and I pounce on you ferociously. Tickling and kissing your naked body. As the covers settle back on the bed you stretch out your naked body to me, and we lay side by side, arms entwined, my cock trapped between the warm flesh of our naked stomachs. I kiss you good morning, my hand stroking your back and neck. You sigh and press your body closer; I feel the delicious fullness of your breasts pressing against my chest. I lean over your neck nuzzling the skin there, feeling your body respond, your breath more sharply against my ear. 

I love the taste of your skin, sweet and salty all tangled up with the smell of your hair and I stroke your hair and down your back, teasing fingers between the cleft of your butt, caressing the curve of your buttock. Fingers teasing everywhere, probing your delicate rosebud feeling its tiny tautness, testing the entrance and the pleasure concealed by the darkness within. Fingertips brushing the lips of your pussy, folded and closed protectively like the wings of a sleeping dove. You lift your leg up, your knee stroking its way slowly up my thigh, allowing my questing fingers access to touch that which makes your breathing quicker, eyes shut tight, a little contented moan escaping your lips. I trace the contours of your pussy, feeling the warmth contained there, gently rubbing your clit as your hips tighten. I love taking control of your body this way…..bringing forth such pleasure is the best part of my day….I tease you this way for a bit, rubbing harder, then softer, then over here now back down in between folds to the warm wetness beginning to leak out of you, always building, building feeling your heart race faster, your skin beginning to flush. I can feel you against my skin, a concert violinist playing a Stradivarius…..playing scales. Warming up.

I lay you down on your back and you stretch, arching your back, your breasts jutting out, demanding attention. The girls need to be touched and I am as always happy to accommodate. I slide down your body, feeling your pelvis and pussy warm against my stomach, and the smoothness of your thighs around my waist. In no hurry, I kiss your left breast, nursing as though I were a baby, nuzzling it, feeling the nipple become erect, poking out into the sunlight…..I lean back admiring the play of the beams of light from between the blinds, golden light against creamy skin, pink nipples thrown into sharp contrast kissed warmly first by sunlight and now by me….tasting soap and skin and you.

Your body surges under mine, your hips grinding against my waist, seeking….your hands on my shoulders eagerly pulling me up to your face, for a long and tender kiss. I feel your lips softly against mine….and again I marvel at the sensation. Your breasts resting snugly against my chest, my hips between your thighs, my cock once again trapped against your pelvis and stomach, rock hard in anticipation….pressed against the wetness seeping from your swollen pussy. Fingers encircle the head of my cock, stroking it, smearing the trickle of clear precum around the head…..guiding, a hand pushing down on my shoulder….foreplay, all pretense abandoned, simple need taking over…..a need to fill and a need to be filled. You move the head of my cock to the entrance of your pussy….no mere trickle of moisture…..the warm wetness seeping out damping everything.

Breathing harder, I struggle for control…fighting not to bear down, to push into you, rushing headlong like a beast desperate for release. No…..I fight to prolong the sweet torture as long as possible, feeling you rub my sensitive head up and down your inflamed lips, against your clit…..teasing me. Arggggh! It’s too much, and bucking free, I reach down as you raise up your hips to meet me, my cock slips up into you. You gasp as I enter your pussy. I love that. I live for that gasp, each and every time.

Stroking back and forth a few times, I stop, buried deep inside you. Feeling the warm, velvet tightness enveloping me. We are one and the same, two creatures become one, sharing one soul and this is our time, our place, shared just between us. Ours. You open your eyes, as if to ask what is wrong….I’ve been waiting for you to open them. As you do, I begin to thrust into you smoothly, slowly…..I’ve got all day to do this. Maybe I’ll take my time…..but not today. We’re deep within the concerto now…..dancing to secret music played by invisible violinist. Faster, harder, my cock drives deeply into you, your head turns and I can see your pulse beat violently, the carotid pressing against muscle as you clench your jaw. I feel the ripples as your pussy begins to spasm around me…..I live for that too. You gasp out a little noise, “Oooo” and I know you’re close, and lean in whispering in your ear to let go…..just let it go. To come all over me. I thrust in deeper, pushing your hips up, all my weight resting on burning arms as I piston back and forth inside you. I feel alive, right here, right now, this very moment, your body moving underneath mine, your breath coming in gasps.

I feel it building, my pulse pounding in my ears, the sensation rising up from my hips, a pressure building. Still I hold it back, deny release. Breathing slowly in and out, as my cock rides your tight pussy. You, in turn, ride me back, a rock hard shaft deep inside you. I can feel you go, now, not much noise as you come, your throat tight as you breathe in ragged gasps, your pussy squeezing down tight on my moving cock, as the head of it moves to press deeper within your folds. I don’t dare stop……and as we move together, the orchestra swells to crescendo and I can feel the reverberating rumble building and rising…..you keep cumming and cumming, your pussy gushing wetness as it trembles and flutters over and over. You’re gone….deep within yourself, lost in the pleasure. At last I can be free, and I let the beast loose, and he bears down, driving deeper, harder and faster, the tip of my cock bumping against your cervix and then all the way back out until just the tip is touching the lips of your pussy. Then back in again, until you’re completely filled by me….the beast roars as I come, spurting deep inside your pussy, thrusting wildly, your legs wrapped tightly around my waist.

Slowly, shuddering, I come to a stop, my cock buried deeply within you, nestled there as it softens, as I open my eyes I find myself, laying with my full weight upon your chest. I lift myself up on one elbow and kiss you softly, deeply. You open your eyes and look in my eyes.

“Good morning,” you say.

“Good morning to you,” I say and look into your sweaty, smiling face, “I have just one question for you.”

“Uh-huh?” you say, looking quizzically back at me. 

“What’s your name, again?”



Interlude Ch. 01



This story and series has two purposes: first, to act as a bridge between the "Todd & Melina" series and future stories, some mystery "Whodunnits" that will knock your socks off!

Secondly, to fulfill my intention to create at least one story in every category.

The "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapters 1 and 5, should be read in order to be introduced more fully to the characters.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.



Part 1 - Visiting

The sun was setting over the town that bordered the western edge of the college campus and the first few drops of streetlights were beginning to glow as the two women sipped their after-dinner drinks and enjoyed the view. Melina and Laura were at Laura's house on the northeastern side of the ridge overlooking the east side of the campus, having just eaten dinner on the patio. The panoramic scene from this height was breathtaking. Melina took a drag from her cigar and sipped her single-malt Scotch, and let a little sigh of contentment escape her lips as she exhaled.

Dr. Laura Fredricson, one of the campus's most celebrated professors, sipped her cognac and glanced at Melina, admiring the younger woman's beauty. Melina was wearing her blue bikini and five-inch cork heel sandals with blue straps over her ankles and toes. The bikini was barely more than two triangles of cloth over her nipples and a thong bottom with a totally inadequate covering of her cuntal mound, as black pubic hairs peeked over the edges of the cloth.

Although she was 42, Laura was as strikingly beautiful as any younger woman. She wore a beige/nude bikini and, despite her height of slightly over six feet, she wore high heel slides of the same tone as the bikini, making her look unclothed from a distance. Her feminine elegance stood out in contrast to Melina's athleticism when they were together, though Laura always commanded a presence of austere elegance.

"So when is Don going to arrive?" Laura asked.

"Tomorrow morning." Melina answered. She, her husband Don, and his nephew Todd had medical appointments a couple of days away, and she had come a day earlier than her husband at Laura's invitation, giving the women a chance to catch up on the years of their lives since Melina had graduated college. "He has an interview with the Campus Police and the Town Police."

"Hmm, interesting. So... does that mean you two will be moving here?" Laura asked, with an air of expectation in her voice.

"I think so."

"And that means..."

"It means" Melina said, turning to Laura and smiling slightly, "that I am accepting your job offer."

"Good." Laura said. It was three weeks since the adventures of their last visit. Laura had phoned a couple of weeks ago and talked to Melina about becoming her assistant in her research work on sexual subjects. She had explained to Melina that the job might entail sexual contact with students, which didn't deter Melina one bit. As for Melina, her biggest sticking point was moving, especially as her husband had a job and might not want to move. By sheer coincidence, Lieutenant Britt Maxwell of the Campus Police had contacted Don and asked him to consider bringing his talents to the campus or town's police force in the I.T. department, and possibly as a detective.

"If Don gets the job, we'll definitely come over." Melina continued. "I was surprised how interested he was in the idea of working with the police."

"He did very well bringing out some issues in the case of his sister... Oh--- any word on her?" Laura asked.

"No." Melina said. "And it hasn't been for lack of trying on Don's part. As far as we know, though, she's still hiding in Europe somewhere. I was thinking that one reason he's interested in the police job is so that he can get better access to information on Liz's whereabouts.  He really wants to catch her."

"Why? Is he afraid she'll come back and attack all of you?" Laura asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.

"Yes, but I think it's more. When we went to tell his parents what had happened, his father almost collapsed. We rushed him to the ER, but they said he didn't have a heart attack or anything. But his health has begun going down, just in these last few weeks. And Don really holds that against Liz."

"That's too bad." Laura said. "What about Todd?"

"He's moved back here already. Found an apartment just off campus over there somewhere..." Melina pointed off to her left, towards the south side of the campus. "...and came over about a week ago."

"Oh? Didn't stay with you?" Laura asked, half teasing and half mocking. "You weren't putting out for him enough?"

"Are you kidding?" Melina said, pretending shock. "Todd and I fucked like rabbits for days after we got home. I think Don got a little tired of it, so I had to give him attention, too. It was great... but tiring."

"So tell me," Laura said, knowing it was time, having steered Melina into a happy sexual subject and off the pain caused by Liz, "does Don know? About you? About..." 

"That I eat pussy better than he does?" Melina replied, finishing the sentence left hanging. "No, I've never told him. Of course, I haven't had any but him for all of our marriage until Todd and Ned came along last month."

"Why don't we go inside?" Laura offered. "It's getting dark out here." 

The two women got up and went into Laura's house, carrying supper dishes. In the kitchen, as Melina set the dishes in the sink, she could feel Laura's eyes boring into her. Her cunt melted, moistening rapidly with memories of the past and anticipation of what was about to happen. 

She turned, went straight up to Laura, gently pulled the older woman's head to hers and mashed her mouth against Laura's in a deep, wet kiss. Laura responded, sinking into the kiss as their arms wrapped around each other's in a warm, firm embrace. Their tongues twined as the heat of their passion mounted, desires held in check for weeks finally exploding in a rushing torrent. 

"Mmm, I've been waiting for this for three weeks." Melina whispered as the kiss broke.

"I've been waiting for this for eight years." Laura replied huskily. Her words caused Melina to freeze for just one second, long enough for Laura to take the initiative and pull Melina to her for another kiss. Melina moaned in both lust and surprise as Laura's tongue slid deep into her mouth. Laura had a tongue that Gene Simmons would be envious of, Melina realized, her pussy gushing as the back of her mouth was explored by Laura's probing oral digit.

Twirling around as they kissed, the women staggered together a few steps onto the rich, plush carpet of the den before collapsing onto the floor. Laura mounted Melina, sliding between her legs, pressing the younger woman down with her weight as their tongues battled hotly over their joined lips. Laura slid her hands between their chests and clutched Melina's breasts under the blue bikini, causing Melina to moan into Laura's mouth. Laura slid her lips off of Melina's and along her jaw to her neck just under her left ear, nuzzling Melina's neck as she groped the younger woman's succulent breasts, pushing the bikini up and out of the way, exposing Melina's painfully swollen nipples. Laura pinched Melina's teats, rolling them roughly between her thumb and forefinger, making Melina gasp, as she slid her lips and tongue down Melina's neck to the top of her chest. She looked up and their eyes locked for a moment before Laura bent her head down and sucked Melina's right nipple into her mouth, lashing it hotly with her tongue.

"Ohhhhhh...." Melina gasped as shocks of pleasure rocketed from her nipple straight down to her clit. She let her head fall back and closed her eyes as Laura sucked her tits, alternating between the throbbing nipples that stood out in desperate desire for attention. Then she opened her eyes and looked down the length of her body. Laura was kissing her way down Melina's tummy, kissing and licking the horizontal creases of her hardened, taut abs. 

"Let me take them off." Melina whispered as Laura's hungry mouth reached the hem of her bikini.  Laura got up and repositioned herself as Melina raised her legs into the air, slid her bikini bottom up her legs and off her feet and threw it to the side. As Melina lowered her legs, she spread them wide, exposing the swollen labes of her cunt. She was sopping wet, and aching for the pleasure of being licked and sucked.

"Oh my God." Laura said, her voice even but quivering. "That is one gorgeous cunt bush." Melina's thatch of raven black hair, tightly bunched into a thick black carpet, was a triangle between her legs and rand down the sides of her cuntlips. Melina kept her bush trimmed and clean, but the contrast with her white skin and the way it framed her inviting womanhood was incredibly arousing. 

Laura slid her hands under Melina's firm, trim thighs, gently pulling herself towards Melina's twat. Melina gasped as she felt Laura's lips kiss the inside of her right thigh, her tongue trailing up her tingling skin towards her sopping cuntal cleft, but skipping over and moving to kiss her left thigh. Laura continued her teasing licks and kisses, going all too slowly towards the sweet prize until Melina couldn't stand it.


"Ohhh, eat me, Laura! Get your tongue into my fucking cunt!" Melina gasped as Laura stuck out her tongue, extending it several inches beyond her lips, touched just the tip to Melina's labes and slowly licked up along the length of her slit. Laura kissed and sucked on Melina's labes, making the younger woman groan, then stuck her tongue out and sank it as far as she could into Melina's cunthole.

"OH GOD!" Melina gasped. Shocks of pleasure ripped through her loins as Laura plastered her lips to Melina's pussy and let her tongue explore deeply along the sides of her vagina. Melina's hands instinctively went to the back of Laura's head, pushing the older woman's face more deeply into her gushing quim. Laura's tongue continued to explore Melina's vaginal walls as Melina's breath became shorter, a series of gasps. Then Laura slid her tongue up the top of Melina's pussy and over her cuntlips to the knob of her clitoris. As Laura licked Melina's clit, followed by a sucking kiss, Melina exploded!

"OH MY GOD!!" Melina yelled as she came hard, waves of ecstasy rippling up and down her spine, her loins exploding in lust. Laura did not let up, relentlessly sucking Melina's clit for another full minute as Melina's writhing became almost violent, her hands pulling Laura's face hard into her hair-fringed cunt.

Melina began to come down from the shock of orgasmic pleasure. Currents of electric pleasure continued to race along her slit and labes. Her cunt felt like molten lava as Laura continued to eat her out. After watching Laura feast on her labes for a moment, she let her head fall back, and suddenly, inexplicably, the memories flooded back to her.

Part 2 - Memories of the Past

She was in college. Melina saw herself, young, a bit nerdy, her body slender and firm, her legs beginning to acquire the loveliness. Her girlfriend, one of the most beautiful blondes on campus, who had spent the previous night in a sixty-nine on top of Melina, was walking her to the gynecology lab.

"You've got to meet her, and she wants to meet you. She's the best professor at the school and she wants to meet you." the blonde was saying. Soon Melina was being ushered into an office, a fairly small, typical office with a cheap oak desk, filing cabinets, papers all over the place. But none of that was registering with the college Junior: the woman rising from her chair behind the desk had her full, undivided attention.

"Hi Melina, I'm Laura Fredricson." the woman said, offering her hand. Melina shook it, mesmerized by the tall, handsome woman whose hair was even blacker than her own. She felt an instant connection with Laura Fredricson, which only grew as they began talking.

After some small chatter, Laura came to the point. "Melina, I'd like for you to do some work for me, crunching the numbers of the data I'm collecting, mostly. You'll get full course credits, of course, and even some research credits." Laura explained the nature of the research she was doing. Her girlfriend had said something about Dr. Fredricson doing research on sex and sexuality, but the research she was hearing about was more in line with basic psychology.

Melina took the position and worked with Laura for the remaining year and a half of her time on campus. Early in their working relationship, Laura began inviting Melina to her home, sharing dinners and girl talk. And it wasn't long before Laura had Melina in her arms, kissing her and making love to her. Melina responded; the intensity of her passion blossomed as the thirtysomething woman began showing her ways of giving and receiving lesbian pleasure that Melina had never known. 

The work she was doing was fairly tedious, almost secretarial work in putting together sets of data for Laura to work with. But she didn't mind; she always enjoyed working with Laura, being around her.

Soon, she noticed that some of the hottest, most popular women on campus were pursuing her as their "friend"; these relationships always included lesbian sexual activity. She would tell Laura about her encounters, not realizing that Laura's gentle questions were actually deeply probing. She shared with Laura all the details of her relationships with other girls, her dates with other men, her growing relationship with Don, which would culminate in her marriage to him. Laura listened, the older sister Melina never had. She realized later that Laura was working with, talking to, and sleeping with these other women as well, but she felt no jealousy.

She had thought she would continue working for Laura after graduation, but "things" intervened. Her new husband had a job in another city, and Laura was preparing to take a position with a research firm. They kept in touch with letters and once-a-year phone calls for each other's birthdays, but after four years those became increasingly infrequent. 

Her interest in women also dwindled, as she realized that sex with her husband gave her a deeper level of pleasure than any encounter with a woman. She never questioned her feelings, especially after making love with her husband's nephew Todd and sucking Todd's brother Ned's cock that once. Her love for men was only expanded by her recently-found sexual openness.

When the Todd and Ned incidents occurred the previous month, Laura had immediately come to Melina's mind when she needed someone to call. And since then, they had begun renewing their friendship. Now she was where she always thought she would be... working for Laura again, and in Laura's arms feeling the pleasures of hot lesbian sex.

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Melina began coming back to the present, feeling the intensity in her pussy building up as Laura slid one, then two fingers into her cunt while sucking harder on her clit. The waves built up again until she felt the shock of ecstasy in release, her cunt gripping Laura's digits as her juices washed over them.

As she recovered from her orgasm, her breath coming in short, painful gasps. She felt and heard the rustle of Laura getting up.  "Come on," the woman said, grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet with unexpected strength, "let's go to my bedroom."

Once in the bedroom, Laura took off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed, settling comfortably onto her back and spreading her long, shapely legs. Laura's cuntbush was not as thick or heavy as her own. It was trimmed into a smaller triangle, almost a runway above her clit, and the labes on each side were shaved bare and smooth. Melina's mouth watered as she slid between Laura's legs. Looking up only briefly at the older woman, seeing the smoldering passion in Laura's eyes, she quickly slid her mouth onto Laura's cuntlips.

Like everything else she did, Melina ate Laura's pussy with intensity, passion, and skill. Her tongue, not as long as what Laura was blessed with, licked, lapped and slurped over Laura's outer labes, worked into her slit, then up to Laura's large clitoris, which she attacked with reckless abandon. Laura's writhing was hard to keep up with, so she grabbed Laura's asscheeks and held her firmly as she ate her out with almost vicious passion.

Long moments later, Laura got up and went to a drawer. "I have something for you, here." she said. At first, Melina thought Laura had pulled out a huge pink rubber dildo shaped like a long, thick cock, but then realized that there were straps attacked to the "balls" at the end of the dildo. 

"Let me show you this." Laura said proudly. "I invented it a couple of years ago. See this?" She showed Melina a protrusion on the inside of the soft rubber plate that held the penis. It was a translucent green, looked like a dildo with succeeding bulges, and about six inches long. It wasn't as large as the rubber cock, which was about nine or ten inches long and very thick. "This goes inside your pussy. You're going to love it. But first... I'm going to do something I've wanted to do to you for a long, long time."

Melina smiled, remembering that in college she and Laura had played with dildoes, vibrators and other toys, but she wouldn't let Laura "fuck" her with a strap-on because she was a virgin, very tight, and a bit afraid. As she watched Laura step into the device, her juices flooded at both the memories and anticipation of what was about to come. She saw Laura fit the green dildo part to her cuntlips, then slide it deeply inside her hole as she fit the toy cock onto her groin and adjusted the straps on her back and thighs. "Are you ready to get fucked, Melina?"


"Ohhhh, yes, baby! Come fuck me with that thing!" Melina gasped, laying back onto the bed. Laura approached the bed from the end. She grasped Melina's right foot, took off her shoe, and began sucking and licking her toes and heels. Then she did the same for the other foot. 


"Mmmm, wonderful feet. Does Don love your gorgeous feet, Melina?" Laura asked in a low, husky voice, then returned her mouth to Melina's big toes, which were pressed together. 

"Oh yes.... and Todd loves them, too." Melina replied, enjoying the sensation of Laura's mouth washing down her feet. 

"I don't blame them." Laura said, then reluctantly spread Melina's legs and began climbing between them. Nearly shaking with passion, Melina spread her legs wide as Laura climbed onto her, mounting her with the dildo pressed between their sweat-slicked abdomens. Laura kissed Melina's mouth, and as Melina returned the kiss with intensity, Laura raised her ass slightly, reached down and put the head of the lubed rubber cock into Melina's slit.

"OHHHH!!!!! OH MY GOD! GO EASY!" Melina cried out as she was penetrated. Laura had thrust about half the enormously long, thick tool into her cunt, and despite her wetness and the slick lube, the shock of being invaded by such a large weapon of lust was not purely pleasant. Laura eased her pace but relentlessly worked her ass up and down, sinking more and more of the rubber cock into Melina's cunt until it was buried balls-deep.

"Ohhhhhhhhh...." Melina gasped. "Oh God, that's good! Fuck me, Laura!" Melina looked into Laura's eyes, boring into them, then she grabbed Laura's ass and ordered "Fuck me like you've always wanted to! Come on, bitch, FUCK me!" 

"Oh yeah, baby..." Laura said and began humping her ass up and down. She worked the big cock in and out of Melina's pussy, fucking her hard and deep as if she were a man, using her knees to get leverage as she powered the tool into Melina with relentless thrusts until their groins slapped together. 

"Uhh... uhhh... uhhh... uhhh..." Melina gasped with each hard, deep stroke. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being fucked. The sweet odor of Laura's perfume wafted into her nose along with the musky smells of their steaming wet cunts, the sounds of the smacks of Laura crashing into her filled her ears. She felt her passion rising, knowing that she was close to coming. She opened her eyes to see Laura looking intently at her face. Laura's own face was a mask of lust and hot, driving desire. Then Laura bent her head down and harshly sucked Melina's left nipple into her mouth, and the younger woman came apart at the seams.




Interlude Ch. 01



"OH MY GOD, I'M COMING! UGGGHH!!!! UUUUHHH!! UHGGGGGGHHHH!!!!" Melina screamed as the intense pleasure rocked her. She felt her cunt clamping down hard onto the rubber cock that was violently probing her depths, then everything went gray with a few sparkles of light... When she could see again, straining to breathe, she realized that Laura was pressing her chest onto hers, their jiggling breasts mashing together, and that Laura was kissing and sucking on Melina's neck. 

"Oh God! That was sooo good!" Melina gasped. Laura was still humping lightly but deeply into her. She let her hands run along Laura's sides down to her magnificent asscheeks, feeling Laura's glutes tighten as she thrust the toy cock into Melina's quim. Then, wordlessly, Laura raised herself up again and began increasing the pace, fucking Melina more violently, deeply, again. Rockets of pleasure built up in her loins again as Laura fucked her faster, faster, ever faster and harder. She looked into Laura's face and saw that her lover was about come... hard. 

"OH GOD!" Laura screamed, her body shaking uncontrollably. Melina couldn't believe how strongly Laura was coming, especially considering that Laura was on the giving end of the fuck-toy. But that thought was blasted away as her own orgasm slammed into her. Again the gray mist overcame her in a cloud of burning ecstasy. She barely felt herself pushing back up into Laura, her own screams of pleasure sounding distant.

When she recovered, she felt Laura roll off of her after having collapsed. Laura was gasping and still shaking from her own heavy climax. 


"Wow, you sure came hard." Melina said, her voice barely above a whisper, or so it seemed.  

"Yes, I did." Laura replied, gasping as she struggled to stand up on the floor at the end of the bed. "It's a good thing these walls are soundproof or we'd have the neighbors calling the cops." The mention of police brought a memory of her husband to Melina's mind, but she quickly dismissed it. 

"Why did you come so hard? I was the one taking that big monster." Melina said. Laura smiled, almost wickedly. "You're about to find out." she said as she began taking off the device. The green dildo slid out of Laura's cunt with a wet "plop". "Here, it's your turn. Come put this on."

Laura helped Melina put the device on. Melina guided the green dildo into her cunt. It felt warm but hard inside her, but it seemed to fit remarkably well. After adjusting the straps, Laura began climbing onto the bed. "How do you want me, stud?" she asked.

"Missionary." Melina replied. "I have to get used to being the man." As Laura settled comfortably onto the bed, Melina grabbed a cushion and shoved it under Laura's ass. She then pulled Laura's legs up and together, pushing her exquisite feet together, and began sucking Laura's big toes.

"Mmmm, that feels SO good!" Laura said. "Do you like sucking my feet?" Melina didn't answer for a moment. She was letting her mouth glide along the instep of Laura's right foot, then deeply kissed her heel, sucking hard on Laura's flesh. Her tongue lashed over Laura's ankle, along the veins on the top of Laura's foot, then she did the same to Laura's left foot until both feet were shining wet with her saliva.

"Mmm, I've never really been into feet before, but I can see why Don and Todd like it." Melina said. "Don is going to go crazy over your feet, babe."  

"Mmmm, that'd be nice." Laura said, then paused. "How would you feel about that, Melina?" 

"About what?"

"About Don fucking me."

Melina eased onto Laura, mounting her, feeling Laura's legs spreading to give her access to the heavenly cunt between. "I would love to watch my husband fuck you, Laura. But right now, he's not here... and right now, *I* am going to fuck your brains out!" With that warning, Melina reached between them and slid the head of the rubber cock into Laura's slit. Laura reached down to help guide it. Then the two beautiful women held hands as Laura's pussy opened up to take the big rubber cock into her as Melina drove her hard asscheeks forward. She felt a slight shock as her groin slammed into Laura's: she had buried the cock into Laura's sopping wet cunt in one thrust!

"Okay, bitch, fuck me. Give it to me hard and deep!" Laura said, her hands gripping Melina's asscheeks and pulling them hard. Melina complied. She began thrusting the penis into Laura, getting used to the rhythm, going slow at first, then gradually speeding up as she became more confident with it.

"Oh yes, that's it! That's so good! Fuck me!" Laura gasped as her head fell back onto the pillow. As Melina began pumping harder, she noticed the tingle in her own cunt growing. It felt like the green dildo inside her cunt was warmer, was tingling as she fucked the big pink prick into Laura's steaming snatch. As she sped up, the tingle inside her own pussy got hotter, the pleasure much more intense.

Then she realized it... the green dildo was electified! A small current was running through her cuntal walls. The pleasure was amazing! She began to thrust into Laura harder... the pleasure became more intense. Soon she was fucking Laura as hard as she could, driving the older woman insane with ecstasy. As she heard Laura gasp in climax, her own orgasm tore through her pussy. Her cuntwalls clenched at the invading dildo, unable to compress the hardness of it, but that only served to heighten the intensity of her pleasure. When she could see clearly, she looked down at Laura, who was looking up at her, studying her face.

"Well... how do you like it?" Laura asked."

"Oh my god, what the fuck IS this thing?" Melina said, sliding the mammoth cock out of Laura and getting up to allow Laura to get up.

"It's a device I put together several years ago, with the help of Dr. Heinz's assistants." Laura replied. 

"Are you going to market it? It'll make you a God damn fortune?"

"Oh hell no! If something went wrong and a woman got burned by the current, the lawsuit would be hell!" Laura said. "So I just keep it around for my use... and yours."

"Mmmm" Melina said, bending over and kissing Laura's mouth, letting Laura's tongue slide over hers, almost into her throat. "What other surprises do you have in store for me?

Part 3 - Interviews

Laura awakened just as the sun was rising. She went over to the window and looked out, seeing the first light of the day coming over the ridge of the hill. The ridge would delay the arrival of the sun, but she could see to the north of the campus as the light grew stronger.

Melina was not in the bedroom. Laura found her in the playroom on the bottom floor, the room that led to the patio. Melina was wearing a tight yoga outfit, sitting in a lotus position and meditating. Laura quietly came and sat behind her, admiring Melina's well-toned back and shoulder muscles.

Some minutes later, Melina said without looking around "Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Fantastic." Laura replied, faintly shocked that Melina knew she was there. "I'm sorry I disturbed you."

"You didn't." Melina replied. "Care to join me in my workout?"

"Sure" Laura said. For the next half hour, Melina led Laura through a grinding routine of gyrations. Both women groaned frequently as their bodies were stretched.

"Oh God, I'm sore." Melina said. "That Pink Prick of yours is harder than my husband's cock. It hurts to move!"

"Yeah, me too! And yes, I remember how hard Don's cock was when I jacked him off during the last exams."

"Are you going to do that again?" Melina asked with a wicked smile.

"Oh you bet I am." Laura said, then asked "Are you sure you don't mind?"

"No." Melina said, a bit dully. "I can hardly tell him not to fuck you when I'm fucking his nephew, can I?" Melina asked. The question was rhetorical, but Laura answered seriously.

"Oh, yes you could. You both have to find your limits and your comfort zone in doing this." Laura admonished. "And you need to know that I'm not going to fuck Don without you knowing about it and approving of it, Melina. I'm not a God cursed homewrecker."

"Aw, you're sweet." Melina said, then kissed Laura's mouth, their first contact of the morning. "But I'm serious: it's okay. I actually get turned on by the thought of watching Don fuck you, and I know he's hot to......"

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As my car rolled into the town from the south, the sun peeked out over the ridge line of the hills to the east of the campus. The shock of light was blinding at first, but I snapped my eyes back to the road.

My wife Melina had come the day before and was staying with Laura. I figured that they would go shopping today while I had my interviews with the Town Police. 

As I pulled up to the station just before 8:00 am, I saw a flash of blue heading my way. It was Lieutenant Brittany M. Maxwell of the Campus Police, who had all but begged me to apply for the job.

"Don!" she exclaimed as I got out of the car. "It's great to see you again!" she said enthusiastically. She gave me a warm hug as I admired her beauty, even more than three weeks before when I'd first met her. Britt Maxwell had black hair as did my wife and Laura, and a lot more of it piled onto her head, and fashioned into a popular hairstyle over her shoulders. Her gray eyes sparkled brightly in the morning sunlight, reminding me of that comic strip "Brenda Starr" and leaving me wondering how a pair of eyes could literally twinkle like stars in the night sky. Her smallish mouth was adorned with bright red lipstick. She was wearing a navy-blue jacket and pants and a white blouse underneath -- rather warm for what was going to be a broiling hot summer day later this afternoon. She also wore matching navy-blue pumps with rounded toes and five-inch heels. 

"How are you going to run to catch criminals in those heels?" I asked playfully. She laughed and said "You'd be surprised how fast I can run in heels. But you're right. I just want to look good introducing you."

We went inside, where the Town Police Chief and one of the police captains awaited us. The chief, whose was simply introduced to me as "Chief Griswold", was gray-haired, seemingly fatherly but with a hard edge to him. His almost-white mustache was large and curled, like an Italian caricature. The captain was introduced as Harold Malone.

"Great mustache, sir." I said after introductions, meaning to be simply complimentary.

"Kissing my ass already! That's a good start." The chief replied. At first I was put back, but then saw him start to smile and knew that I was being kidded already. Just then the door opened and another man walked into the room, somewhat to my surprise. He was the University Police Commissioner and Provost Marshal, Dexter Robinson, whom I had met a few weeks ago.

"Sorry I'm late" Commissioner Robinson said. "Glad you could come over, Don."

"Glad to be here." I said, puzzled at his appearance. He either felt my unspoken question or was prepared to answer anyway.

"I'm here to interview you for the University Police position of the I.T. Department Manager, the mirror-image of the Town Police position." Robinson said. Chief Griswold continued the story. "We thought it would be great if you could handle both jobs, as we believe you can. The University Police and the Town Police have had an adversarial relationship in the past, but we're trying to work together much more closely. For example, Detective Maxwell is in charge of the University Vice Squad, but has assisted us on a few cases." I glanced over at Britt, who was sitting next to me. Her face showed little, but I thought the glint of her eyes expressed irritation.

Sharing data resources is one of those ways. You'll be responsible for the IT and Data departments. The people there are good, you'll just be supervisory. And then there's the second thing."

"Oh?" I asked to fill the expected pause.



"Yes. Don, how would you feel about going through the six-week police academy? If you do, you'll be named a Detective on our Investigations force, and I suppose a part of Vice with the University Police."


"Vice is the only official department the University Police has." Robinson explained. "The rest is academic, teaching, traffic control and stuff like that.  You'd be a Detective with us, too, in Lieutenant Maxwell's Vice Department.

"Sounds good." I said. Britt and I smiled at each other.

The rest of the interview went well, with me discussion my previous I.T. security experience and other knowledge and experience I had gained in the last few years running my business. We all then headed to breakfast at the University Hotel restaurant, then came the reams of paperwork and background check paperwork and such. Tedious stuff.  By the time I was done with all my interviews and paperwork, it was early afternoon. 

"Want to go to lunch?" Britt asked when I went to her office at the University Police Headquarters. "Sure." I replied. As we headed towards the Mall district, Britt showed me about town, pointing out key features and road connections. The Town was populated by about 50,000 people, and of course more when school was in session.

"You're a done deal for the jobs." Britt said as we ate at a local restaurant that catered to the lunch crowd, "but you have one hurdle left. We're meeting the University president and his wife this evening."

"Oh?" I said. 

"They're having a reception for the University Police brass. Not a lot of people, but you're invited so they president can meet you. He'll want to talk to you. Just remember this: loyalty to the University is his lodestone. That's what he values above all else."

"I see. I seem to remember something about that a few weeks ago." I said. "So... when they brought up your dual status this morning, you didn't seem all that happy about it."

"Oh, you noticed? I was trying to hide it." Britt said, merriment and anger in her eyes at the same time. "Well, the story is that the bastards in Town have been putting a glass ceiling on me for a while. I don't think they fully trust me. I'm a damn good cop, I do a great job, but they think I'm too loyal to the University."

"To their police?" I asked, misunderstanding.

"No... more like to the University itself. As you saw a few weeks ago, the president is very concerned about University image. He has some very rich Board Members even more concerned, and they put heat on him, and he in turn puts heat on me to keep things smooth and easy, and the University's reputation... unsullied."

"Surely you wouldn't break the law in doing that?" I asked. I thought I knew Britt better, that she was a solid, honest person as well as a good cop.

"Oh, no, and President Wellman knows it. I make damn sure he knows that. But I have been very discretionary about things, like football player arrests, keeping that stuff out of the papers and such."

She continued. "It used to be that the Town cops and the Uni police were outright hostile to each other. Town had a chief in the past that hated the school. He was always trying to arrest football players, fraternity students, and such, and he really hyped the publicity, made sure the Press really ginned it up. Naturally, we retaliated, sometimes with calling him, sometimes with our own leaks about his department's failures to solve crimes. It got to where he wouldn't share any info or transfer custody of prisoners. Naturally, we retaliated there, as well. Finally a couple of State legislators and the school's Board of Regents stepped in. The old Town chief was moved aside. They still keep me under wraps, but at least they took my suggestion to bring you in."

Part 4 - A Very Warm Reception

I pulled up to Laura's house at six o'clock.  Britt pulled in behind me. Melina and Laura came out to greet us. After giving me a quick kiss on the lips, Melina and Britt re-introduced themselves with a hug while Laura and shared a warm hug and a wet kiss right on the mouth. After a few moments of chatter, I was grabbing my suitcase to take inside when the rumble of a powerful sport car filled the air. It was my nephew Todd, boring in and barely stopping in time to avoid plastering his car onto the back of Britt's.

"Hi Uncle Don, Aunt Melina" Todd said, getting out of the car. Handsome as ever, the nineteen-year-old stud exuded confidence and control. "Have a good trip? Hi, Laura.... hello, Captain Max." His greeting to Laura was warm, to Britt much less so.

"Todd." Britt said shortly, giving Todd something of a look between reproval and amusement.

"I came up to see if I could take everyone to dinner." Todd said. "Uh, of course you're invited too, Captain." he added, seemingly as an afterthought of studied politeness. 

"Sorry, Todd." Britt said. "In fact, Don is my date tonight. We have a reception to attend." I explained to Melina and Laura about the University president's reception. 

"Whew! Glad I don't have to go." said Laura. "Why don't you take your things in, Don, and get ready. Todd, you can have dinner with Melina and me here." 

I took my luggage into the guest bedroom. I noticed Melina's suitcase... and that it was unopened. That seemed a bit odd. None of her makeup was unpacked in the bathroom, either. I didn't have time to elaborate on that, though, as I needed to dress for the reception. It was supposed to be "casual", and I was told that I was forbidden to wear a tie. I still put on my nicest sportcoat, slacks and button-down shirt for the occasion. I hoped that the reception would be indoors... it was still very, very hot outside.

Melina came into the room and asked how my trip was. We discussed our last 24 hours apart, with me discussing my interviews and she saying that she and Laura had had dinner last night, gone shopping today, and that if I was taking the police job, she would accept the position with Laura.

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"Ah, good to meet you Don." President Wellman said, extending his hand. As I shook it, I sized him up. His hair was almost silver white, perhaps "intentionally" so. He seemed very vigorous for his age, which I guessed to be in his late sixties. Slender, seemingly well built, about 5'10" and having to look up to me and my 6'4" frame. 

He introduced me to his wife Sally. Wow! Sally could have been in her sixties, but looked younger. Her light brown hair was straight and fell gently to her shoulders. The light blue dress she wore accented her shapely body, which was compact, the perfect hourglass shape, a trim ass, just the right amount of sauciness in her hips, and her breasts were big. Her calves were curvy and her feet looked good in the very strappy high heel sandals she wore. She was the very definition of "trophy wife." Her manner was elegant and warm, but also a bit formal, as if she knew the importance of her place, and the lesser importance of everyone else's. I also had a sense that she was hot, and could be a real Cougar in bed. I certainly wouldn't mind finding out how good she is in bed, I thought to myself.

I talked with a number of future colleagues in the University Police, as well as a couple of professors and a major from the Army ROTC program. The evening was light, a bit boring, as I had to tell my story several times over, but it went by well enough. About nine o'clock people began making their goodbyes and trickling out. I was about to look for Britt, but she came up to me. "President Wellman would like to talk with you for a moment in his study." she said quietly. "Good luck!" she whispered as I headed that way.

"Don, I've heard nothing but good things about you." Wellman said after I was seated in a comfortable leather easy chair to the side of his desk. He was in his desk chair but had pulled it over near to me. "And I really, really appreciate the discretion you showed in that er, incident we had a few weeks ago." 




Interlude Ch. 01



"I was glad that I could help out." I said. 

"I think you'll do very well on the Town Force. Just between us, the chief's a good man, a really good man, but some of his underlings... well, his mustache has turned gray over just trying to stop the leaks to the press.  And quite frankly, he needs some brains in that outfit. You're going to be a real asset to him."

"As to the Uni police," Wellman continued, "they're run pretty well, but that's not saying much. Robinson is there to look good and not much more, but he's a good man. The University Police is pretty small. It's mostly a teaching institution for people wanting to be in Law Enforcement for their careers. So they give a few traffic tickets, man the gates at football games, show a little bit of presence when needed."

"Of course, we have the normal school crimes, Fraternity crap and stuff. Drugs, prostitution. So Vice is really the Uni-police's only major division that actually does any police work. Now Miss Maxwell out there, she's a really sharp cop, and God have mercy on any man who commits rape on her campus! She's legendary for solving crimes I thought had no hope of solution. Makes the parents feel better about their daughters on campus, too."

"Yes, she's very good. I'm looking forward to working with her." I said, just to get a couple of words in and make this an actual conversation.

"Yes. But her best quality... is her discretion. She knows how to keep things in their place... in perspective. She's very loyal to the school, and I appreciate that. I admire loyalty in man... or woman."

"I agree." I said, reading between the lines. 

"Good." Wellman said evenly. "I'm sure we can count on you."

"Of course, and you've already seen me prove it." I replied, then said, knowing it had to be said, "But of course I would never compromise my integrity nor that of the police force, nor allow anything... wrong or illegal to happen just in the interests of discretion, as I'm sure you understand."

"Good!" Wellman replied, more enthusiastically. "I think you are going to do well here, indeed! I already know that your integrity is impeccable... oh yes, I had you checked out thoroughly before I'd even let Robinson talk to you... and words just now show me you can stand up to me... or anyone... under pressure."

I had passed the test, I realized, as Wellman got up. "Okay, let's find our ladies, before my wife bores Miss Maxwell to death." We found the ladies talking in dining room about the china pattern of the dinner dishes. "Dear, I think Don here is going to be an excellent addition to our team. Why don't you chat with him and show him around the house. Miss Maxwell, could I trouble you to conduct a moment of business?"

"Certainly, sir." Britt said, following President Wellman to his study. Alice showed me several of the rooms around the house, then led me onto the balcony out back. The back yard stretched for a hundred yards, immaculate, two rows of hedges on either side of the property line hiding fences. At the far end was a little guest house or garage building.

"Beautiful home." I said.

"Yes." Sally said, "why don't you sit down?" she said, sitting on the couch near the door and patting the seat next to her. I sat down, trying not to sit inappropriately close, but Sally snuggled up next to me and curled her legs up under her. 

"You're a handsome man." Sally said, shocking me with her touch as her hand ran through my hair. "Red hair... strawberry blonde. Very nice. It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of... getting to know... a handsome redhead." 

"Uh..." I said, trying to keep my composure, "well, thank you. You're a very lovely woman yourself." I wasn't sure what was going on, but this hot Cougar was coming on to me and I wasn't really minding it.

"Don... " Sally said, her voice becoming husky, warm and inviting, "when my husband said you're part of the team, he meant a lot more that just an employee. We know that you and your wife are very... open... about things. We think you're going to fit right in, here." 

I turned to look at Sally. "You're going to find out a lot of things go on behind the scenes on a school campus." she said. She moved forward, kissing my lips. "Just consider this one of the perks for being... on our team." 

I didn't have to be invited twice. I took Sally into my arms as she kissed my mouth. Our tongues twined as we deeply kissed. Her taste was pleasant. My cock became rock hard; I had not had sex with Melina in several days. Sally's hands explored my crotch as I felt her breasts through the dress. I felt her open the zipper to my pants, reach in, and free my throbbing cock.

"Mmmm, nice. Thick, and very hard." Sally said. "Just what I heard." As she leaned over and I felt her hot breath on my cock head, I couldn't help but wonder how she had "heard" about my cock. But I didn't care at the moment. I gasped as the warmth of her lips enveloped the head of my cock. Sally moaned as I felt the warm wetness of her mouth enveloping my shaft. After taking half of my cock in, she slid back up, then her lips glided down until she had gobbled almost all of my pulsing length. 

My breathing became heavy as the University president's wife's head bobbed up and down as she fellated my swollen organ. I was at full mast, the skin of my cockshaft taut and stretched as Sally slid her lips up and down my cock for several long, ecstatically agonizing minutes. She didn't apply any suction, just let her mouth glide up and down my length. I wasn't going to complain, though. 

I let my hands roam over Sally's saucy body. up and down her back, then over her asscheek to the back of her thigh. I could barely see her in the darkness, but I didn't have to; I concentrated on her touch, the wetness of her mouth on my cock, and the smell of her perfume drifting into my nose with the slight breeze of the warm night air.

I thought about how old Sally was. As a teenager, I had had crushes on the older women of my neighborhood, and I still found mature women very appealing. Now Sally was making one of my dreams come true. My mind vaguely wondered if I'd ever get a chance to fuck her, or if she was going to make me come in her warm, wet mouth...

Suddenly, without warning, Sally's mouth came off my cock and she stood up. "I wasn't planning on this, but I need it." she breathed as she stepped out of her panties and hitched up her dress. She mounted me, and I felt a hand grasp my cock and fit it unerringly to her cuntlips. As I instinctively pushed my hips forward she let herself drop, and I felt no resistance, only slick wetness, until our groins met and she was fully impaled on my hard male meat.

"Oh, God!" she gasped. Sally immediately began rocking back and forth on my cock, riding me. As I began to move with her, she whispered "No. Just sit back and let me ride your cock." I obliged. Ride me she did, with a fervent intensity that was good, but seemed forced, as if she were performing a chore to drain my balls of their load. My hands were on her sides just above her hips, and I slid them up her back then tried to pull her to me for a kiss, but she stopped me.

"No kissing." she said, "Just lean back and let me ride you." I did, just relaxing and letting her do the work, but I let my hands explore her. I slid them over her big breasts, but through the cloth of her dress and bra it wasn't as much fun as kneading her bare tits would be.

Her thighs were straddling my sides and her feet were on my thighs just above my knees. I slid my hands down her thighs and calves to her feet, gently squeezing the tops of her feet through the straps of her high heel sandals. As I did, I noticed Sally's intensity beginning to increase. I felt her cuntwalls rippling up and down my cock. She was beginning to get into my fucking. I grabbed her asscheeks and gently kneaded them through her dress, then took her waist in my hands and began thrusting up into her while pulling her down onto me.

She came apart. This lovely older woman began to gasp. She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and smashed her mouth onto mine. Taking the opportunity, I thrust my tongue as deep into her mouth as I could. I felt her pussy walls clamp down hard on my cock as she squealed into my mouth. The increased tightness of her climaxing cunt was too much.  I tried desperately to hold on, but the tremors of that hot trophy wife vagina were too much.

"I'm going to come." I gasped as our kiss broke, warning her.

"Do it! Shoot it up into me!" she whispered. I stopped resisting and just let go, and within three clenching strokes of her cunt I was erupting. That familiar agonizing but relieving jolt of release raced through my loins and I shot what felt like a geyser of semen deep into Sally's quim, spurt after spurt of molten pleasure draining from my aching balls.

"Thank you." I gasped as she stood up and retrieved her panties. I was spent, and still in a bit of shock over what had happened.

"It... it was my pleasure. Believe me." Sally said. As she slid her panties up her legs, she added rather curtly "Just one thing. Not to be rude, but with the ladies around here, it's 'Don't call us, we'll call you.' Don't ever approach me for sex; I'll let you know what I want, when I want it."

"Yes ma'am." I replied, sounding meek in my tiredness. 

"Come on, let's get back." I stood up and Sally watched as I refastened my pants. She took my arm as I escorted her back into the main room of the house, hoping I didn't look like a guy who'd just had his balls fucked off.

"Ah, there you are." President Wellman said, smiling as he came up to us. "Miss Maxwell is in the restroom. What do you think, dear?" 

"I think Don is going to be an excellent member of the Team." Sally replied, still clutching my arm. "I'll go check on Brittany."

"Good." he said. As Sally walked away, Wellman said. "Good, you impressed her. She usually only fucks the football recruits and some of the well-hung guys on campus, like the friends of your young nephew Todd." My face must have given away my shock, as Wellman laughed. "Yes. I'm not stupid enough to think that a man as smart as you won't find out that a lot of the trophy wives around here are putting out like cheap street whores. And of course, girls are always wanting to get better grades, and know how to make that happen. But, as I said... I'm sure I can count on your... discretion."

"Certainly, Mr. President." I replied. A moment later, Britt and Sally walked back in. We made our goodbyes and got into Britt's car. "Let's go have a drink before going home." she said.

"So, is Sally a good fuck?" Britt asked. Sheesh, everyone here was so open about sexual discussion! but I answered that she was good for an older woman. "Nice." Britt said. I couldn't tell if the mockery in her voice was intended or not.


"What about you? Was your meeting with Wellman more than meets the eye?" I asked. Britt laughed.

"Oh no, I'm a married woman." Britt said, her eyes somehow managing to twinkle in the semi-darkness. "Seriously, I don't let him into my pants, though it's not for lack of trying. We really did discuss police business. I updated him on some of my cases going on, and you'll find that you'll be doing a good bit of that, too."

Part 5 - Indiscretions

Todd was sitting between Melina and Laura on Laura's bed. All three of them were totally naked, except for the gray slides with thin straps that Melina was wearing. He was deeply kissing Melina's mouth, tasting her sweet lips, his tongue exploring hers as Laura's hands explored the ripples of the hard muscles of his arms and abdomen. As the kiss broke, he turned and pulled Laura's head to him, deeply kissing her mouth.

"Mmmm, you've been working out." Melina said, as one of her hands explored his pecs and the other gently squeezed his asscheek. Todd didn't answer, he was reveling in the surprise and pleasure of feeling Laura's long tongue snaking into his throat.

Suddenly, the women looked at each other, giggled, and pushed Todd back. He landed on his back. Melina hungrily pressed her breasts onto his chest and deeply kissed him again. He gasped into her mouth as Laura slid her mouth onto his rapidly hardening cock and began sucking him, lashing his shaft with her long tongue before engulfing almost all of his nine meaty inches into her hot, hungry mouth.

After a few moments, they switched, Laura giving Todd another tongue-twining kiss while Melina give his young, huge cock blisteringly hot head. Having learned just what the teen stud liked, Melina fellated Todd with gusto. It was impossible to know who was enjoying it more...



Just a few hours before, they had enjoyed a good dinner, the candles being the only light on the patio as they ate. Todd had caught Melina up on what he had been doing the last week, which was acquiring and moving into a small apartment and not much more. "Oh, I worked a couple of nights, but it's kind of slow. I have to go into the city to make more money. But you're going to work with Laura now? You do know what that means?" 

"Oh yes... I'm probably going to be doing some fucking as part of the research." Melina replied, her voice playful and flirty. "But I'm sure Laura won't steer me wrong, and she'll only hook me up with hung guys like you."

"Oh, you won't get nearly as much sex as you think." Laura replied. "You're going to be doing more watching and note-taking than anything else, and of course meeting with me and going over data. The job is fun, but it is research."

"That's cool." Todd said. "But how is Uncle Don going to be about it? I thought he was getting a bit ticked off the last couple of days I was at your house. Is everything cool with him?"

"Oh, yes." Melina said. "And I don't think he was ticked off at you... or us. And I think he's going to get that cop job. He wouldn't tell me, but I think he was worried about his job back home. They're having layoffs."

"Oh." Todd said. "That's cool. I'm glad things are okay.... although I'll have to watch out... now my own uncle might have a legal interest in my... activities."

"Buddy, he could bust you any time." Laura interjected, the sharpness of her voice faintly shocking to her guests. "But I think he'll have other interests to keep him... busy."

"Oh?" Todd said. "What? as opposed to what?"

"He's not going to be interested in the SEX Fraternity, so you have nothing to worry about there." Laura said.

"That's good," Melina said, "because *I* am one in this family interested in the SEX Fraternity." The women's eyes met and they began giggling like school girls.

"Okay, why don't we change the subject." Todd said. "Besides, you don't need a fraternity. You've got the very best right here, right now."

"Ooooh, confident you are!" Melina said, teasingly, "But now you have two very hot ladies to satisfy. I'm not sure you're up to the task." 

"Oh, ko!" Todd said, using a Japanese phrase. "That sounds like a challenge. Ladies, why don't we go inside and find out....."

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"Here we are." Britt said as she pulled into the parking lot of the bar. To my surprise, she had not driven me back towards Laura's house, but in the completely opposite direction. We were in the northwest corner of town, about as far from the school as we could be without leaving town.

"This is the cop bar." she said. I followed her inside. It was actually a small restaurant for breakfast and lunch, with the big bar in back open for business in the evening. Police, Fire and EMT patches, memorabilia and photographs adorned the walls. "The neighborhoods that most of the public service guys live in are right around here. Britt said. "So this is where they hang out and drink." Britt first took me to meet the owner and bartender, telling him that I was the "new guy". He was an elderly man with a friendly manner but an eye that missed nothing. 

"Good to have you in town, my friend." he said. "Your new friends are right over there." His head jerked to his right, my left, and Britt and I looked over. In the corner of bar at a table for six were three people. One was Chief Griswold. Britt introduced the other two. 

Hugh Hewitt was about my age, a relatively young and new detective on the force. His hair was darker red than mind, more of an auburn color. He was handsome, slim but with broad shoulders, had a military air about him, and seemed to be a likable guy. My first impression of him was competence, persistence, and he could be a great leader of others.

Tanya Pearlman was an aspiring detective, and Chief Griswold said she had talent in the forensics area. I would never have guessed she was a cop... she was short, in good shape but not athletic like Melina, but her main feature was her face. She looked like a little angel, her cheeks bright and always rosy, and she always was smiling, even when not meaning to. Her eyes were warm and flirty, but very mischievous. She looked like the good girl next door gone slightly bad, sweet but a lot of trouble. Her abundant hair was light brown, almost blondish, and she had it styled in an old 1980s hairdo... was that trend coming back in? Of course I noticed her legs, which were nice and shapely.

I got to know my new colleagues over a couple of beers and the time began to fly by. When the barkeep finally threw us out, it was two o'clock in the morning. 

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Lying on his back, Todd had been enjoying the intense pleasure of the double-decker blow job he was receiving from these two incredibly beautiful women. Melina was fellating him, sucking his enormous cock deep into her throat with seeming ease, while Laura was washing his huge balls with long wet licks of her fabulous tongue.

"Okay, ladies, it's time to fuck!" the teen stud said, eager to bury his cock into a hot, wet pussy. "C'mon, Laura, let me get my tongue on your clit and get you wet." 

"Don't mind if you do." Laura replied. She moved up so that she could lay her head on the pillow, and settled comfortably on her back. Todd eased between Laura's legs, pushing them up over his head. He twisted his body so that he was lying on his left hip, giving Melina continued access to his big cock. 

"Ohhhh..." Laura moaned as Todd's tongue slashed up her slit to her bulging clit, then repeated the motion, going deeper each time, until his mouth was clamped to her quim. She was plenty wet, but Todd's saliva was washing down his tongue to get her really ready. After a moment, though, she realized Todd's rough lapping wasn't going to make her any hotter or wetter. She reached for a magnum condom and some lubricant on the side of the table, knowing that both contained powerful spermicides.

"I'm ready for you, big boy." Laura said huskily. "Melina, put this condom on Todd's big cock, then I'll put some of this lube on." Todd slid his cock out of Melina's mouth, hearing her moan "Awww...." upon losing her favorite man-toy. Melina unwrapped the condom, placed it into her mouth, then slid her lips back onto the head of Todd's prick. She slid her mouth up rapidly up and down the sides of his meat, unrolling the condom as she took it deeper into her hungry mouth. Finally, it was completely unrolled onto him, but a good inch or two remained unsheathed at the base.

Laura smeared a good coating of the lube onto his big condom-covered cock, making sure to get plenty on the exposed shaft near the base, then rubbed some lube into her pussylips. She then watched as the very young but very experienced nineteen-year-old boy fit the massive head of his cock to her opening, and pushed it inside.

"Oh God!" Laura moaned as Todd drove his meat into her, penetrating her deeply and sheathing his massive weapon of lust balls-deep into her with one powerful thrust. He pulled but quickly slid it back in as he settled in over her, and soon his ass was bobbing up and down gently as he fucked her steadily in a smooth, even rhythm




Interlude Ch. 01



Melina watched Todd and Laura coupling with fascination and envy. The sights and sounds of his cock slicing in and out of Laura's stretched cunt were amazing. Her own cunt burned and yearned to be filled with that super-sized man-tool.

"Fuck, you've got one hell of a pussy, Laura!" Todd gasped. Laura's legs were spread wide and pulled back to her shoulders, her hands gently sliding along Todd's ribs and down his waist as he steadily pumped the older woman's cunt into a hot, creamy lather. She dug her heels into the backs of Todd's thighs, making him groan and drive harder into her. Todd was really deep inside her, his nine inches fully buried into her glorious cunt hole. 

After several more moments of deep fucking, Todd slid almost all the way out of Laura then shoved it back in. He repeated the long, deep strokes several times, shoving his meat hard and deep into her. To Melina, the long strokes looked slow, but the friction was driving Laura crazy. 

Laura felt her young lover bend his head and suck her long, hard right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and gently biting it, then giving her left breast the same treatment. The biting was more painful than pleasurable, so she took his cheek in her hand and guided his face to hers for a warm kiss. Melina watched them fucking, letting her hand slide over Todd's hard ass and along the back of his thighs, not having any sense of time... it seemed like hours to her, but was just a few minutes, before Todd announced with a gasp that he was close.  

"Pull out, baby." Laura said, then looked into Melina's eyes. "I know where you really want to shoot that big load!" Todd reluctantly slid his meat out of Laura's deliciously warm, wet hole as he watched Melina getting into place next to Laura. 

"Just a minute." Laura said. "Let me get a washcloth." She stumbled into the bathroom, returning moments later with a sopping wet cloth. Todd slid the used magnum condom off of his huge, half-hard cock, and groaned as Laura began wiping his tool down, cleaning it off. She then took another tube of lubricant, this one without spermicide, and coated Todd's cock. 

Laura noticed Melina's bright smile of happiness as her young nephew slid between her spread legs and onto her firm body. Todd's cock was rock-hard again in anticipation of fucking his uncle's gorgeous wife, and it unerringly found her slit of it's own accord, slicing into her with one long, hard thrust.

Laura watched. She knew that she was seeing more than just a raunchy fuck on her bed. She was watching a hot young couple making passionate love, their bodies gyrating in that timeless, urgent dance of deep pleasure... and affection. She watched as Todd's ass rapidly bobbed up and down, fucking Melina deep and hard. He had caught her legs over his arms and now draped them over his broad, muscular shoulders. Laura quickly got a cushion and helped Melina fit it under her upturned ass, then watched as Todd began balling Melina as if there were no tomorrow. As his mouth slammed into Melina's in a deep kiss, Laura slipped on a blue kimono and went out of the room. She wanted some wine...

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It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when Britt delivered me to Laura's house. I'd been up for 24 hours, and I was exhausted. As I was headed for the front door, I noticed a dim light in the room leading to the patio. Thinking that door might be unlocked, I went along the sidewalk and down the steps. The curtain was almost drawn on the door, but as I looked in I saw an incredible sight.

My wife was lying on the floor, naked except for some high-heel slides on her feet. Todd was on top of her, slamming his cock into my wife with hard, powerful strokes. Melina's legs and feet looked so fucking fantastic, and the sight of that young stud on top of her and his young cock thrusting into my wife again and again had my loins tingling with lust.

They had been kissing, but Todd broke it as his face scrunched up. I realized that he was climaxing, pumping his load deep into Melina, coating her cervix with his potent, virile load. As always, I felt deep jealousy, having myself never fucked Melina without wearing a condom, and never having pumped even one drop of semen into her sweet womanhood

Going back to the front door, I let myself in and crept upstairs. The door to Laura's bedroom was closed. I just went into the guest bedroom and lay down, thinking that I needed to undress before falling asl-----

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"I have a question." Melina said, her voice somber. It was just past dawn, and Melina had found Laura on the patio, drinking coffee.

"Shoot." Laura replied, as Melina sat down next to her.

"When you told Todd that my husband would have other things to keep him interested,"Melina asked, in the tone of an interrogation, "what did you mean? In other words, why is he being hired by the Police here?"

Laura paused a moment, then exhaled. "Okay, let me say it this way: do you remember how Ned escaped last month?" 


"Hmm.... " Melina pondered. "I remember something about Liz getting him a passport using Todd's name."

"No, I mean before that." Laura replied. "Do you remember how he escaped from the hospital?"

"Not really." Melina replied.

"If you'll recall, Don told Britt Maxwell that he thought it was an inside job, that Ned had an accomplice." Laura paused, letting Melina absorb the information. "Well, it seems Don was right. There is a level of corruption somewhere, and it's infiltrated the University, and maybe the Police. That's why they're bringing in an outsider. They're not sure who to trust on the inside."

"Wow." Melina said, her voice trailing off. "Does that mean that Britt is a suspect?" 

"I don't think so," Laura said, "but nobody is sure. Wellman, some of the Board, and my husband checked out Don, and now Wellman is bringing him in... by the way... don't tell Don I told you this. I'm not sure they want to tell him, or see if he starts figuring it out, and who the corrupt people are, without being told."

"Okay... say!" Melina said. "How do YOU know all this?"

Laura turned to Melina and let her eyes bore into the younger woman's, dominating Melina totally. "You're going to find that in my position here, a lot of information comes my way. It will come your way, also. I expect, of course, that you will be totally discreet and only tell me anything you learn that's... shall we say 'outside the box', yes?"

"Of course." Melina said, staring back into Laura's eyes, realizing that these waters were deeper than she'd originally imagined.

Finis



Interlude Ch. 02



Jamie woke abruptly to a sharp stinging on her behind accompanied by a loud smack. It surprised her more than anything. Taking a quick look around she realized quickly that she had had dozed off on the carpet she had been told to stay on and had actually fallen onto her side. She shook it off easily rising back to her knees, managing to sputter out, "I'm sorry sir."

"I'm sure you are," he hissed, delivering another harsh slap to her behind. Jamie felt so disappointed in herself for not only falling asleep, but moving from the position her master had so purposefully placed her in. She took her punishment without complaint. After two more spanks to her stinging bottom, she felt an awkward pause.... "What am I forgetting...." she thought uneasily.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Is there something my whore wants to say to me?" 

Jamie could literally feel it click in her brain, "I'm sorry I fell asleep sir, thank you for punishing me," she replied with an almost inquisitive tone to her voice. 

She could hear the rustle of his clothing as he rose to a standing position behind her. "You're welcome;'' he laughed back at her, obviously pleased with himself. Jamie stayed put, elbows to the floor and ass in the air while her master walked to the armoire. She looked up to see him pulling a couple things from the shelves inside but struggled to make out what they were. He walked over to her and bent down, collaring her neck tightly. The cheap nylon made it clear that this was something intended for a pet more-so than for bondage play. He latched it in place and then tugged it to ensure that it was fitting snugly before attaching the long red leash to it. Nervousness and excitement coursed through Jamie's veins as her master gave it another quick tug.

"Let's get you cleaned up whore," he told her pulling the leash, "out in front of me, I wanna see my whore's ass sway while she crawls," he said in a demeaning tone. Jamie scurried out in front of him uncomfortably and crawled through the door he had left open for her. Once in the hallway she could see a light on in a bright white room a couple doors down. She crawled towards it, assuming it was where she was meant to be, and master followed. Her hands touched the cold ceramic tile of the room, sending chills throughout her body, her knees quickly followed. The light was bright to her eyes that had become accustomed to the dim lighting that the candle-lit room had provided her. Once inside she stopped abruptly, awaiting further instruction, but didn't dare to look back to Him to receive her questioning gaze. Sensing her hesitance he spoke up quickly, "I said we're getting you cleaned up bitch, climb in the tub!"

Jamie crawled to the tub, and struggled to get inside without resuming a standing position, that her master would not approve of. After a moment or two she managed to get all the way into the cool porcelain tub and knelt there awaiting further instruction. Master handed her a bar of soap, and a loofah and leaned forward, turning the knob marked "C" all the way on. 

"Ah!" Jamie exclaimed loudly as the cold water showered her skin, and looked to him with discontentment written all over her face. 

"My bitch gets cold water. I like the way it makes her nipples pop. Now, get all that wax off your body, scrub good and hard. I want my slut nice and clean for me," he said, lounging back comfortably against the sink and watching as Jamie quickly began lathering herself with the soap and scrubbing her skin with shaky hands. She was shocked at how suddenly she began to shiver. 

"Scrub your pussy and your ass. I want them spotless," he hissed at her. Jamie uncomfortably reached down, washing between her legs with the soap as he watched. 

"Not good enough. Hands and knees... ass to the shower head." 

Jamie hesitated a moment. He walked over to her with authority in his step and she quickly jumped into the position he had requested, knowing she had already earned herself a punishment. "What rule did you JUST BREAK?" he asked. 

"I will do whatever you ask... without hesitation," she replied defeated. slowly and soflty. He gave two more quick and very hard slaps to her ass. Sensing he was done Jamie added, "I'm sorry I hesitated, thank you for punishing me sir." Without acknowledging her words he reached down, grabbing the soap and loofa and roughly scrubbing between her cheeks and lower lips until Jamie feared he would scrub them raw. "You can't even wash your own pussy... I have to do that for you?" he laughed. "I'll get them nice and clean for when I fuck them." As soon as she was worried she couldn't take the scrubbing anymore she heard the water click off. Her toes and fingers were completely numb by this point and her body covered in goose bumps by the thousands... she shivered recklessly, begging without words to be touched.

"Out." He said, and she complied quickly flowing out of the bathtub and onto the cool floor beneath. She looked to him, still shivering, waiting for him to offer her a towel. Instead he just leaned down, reconnecting the leash to her collar. 

"There now, all clean whore. Back to your room," he said slyly. 

'My room..' Jamie thought to herself, uncomfortable with the implication. She was careful with the length of time she paused and began crawling dutifully, leading her master to 'her' room. She was conscious of what his view was of her behind, and she found herself trying to sway her hips in an even more appealing fashion to appease him. Once inside the door he gave her a quick tug on her collar and told her sternly to get up to her feet. She stood anxiously awaiting his next command. 

Turning to her side a moment she realized her master was no longer in the room. She only allowed her mind to wander about where he had gone for a single breath before he returned, pushing what appeared to by a gymnast's vaulting horse. He wheeled it into the middle of the room, brushed his hair from his face and looked to Jamie quickly.

"Have you been a good whore?" He asked matter-of-factly. Jamie paused before responding. 

"No sir," she paused, "but I want to please you." Her master looked pleased with this answer. 

"Ya know what would make me happy?" he stopped for a moment, placing both his hands atop the horse and leaning into it fully. He didn't pause long enough for her to venture an answer to the question as he intended it to be rhetorical. "I would like to have to stop doing everything myself," he said raising his eyebrows at her as though she should be taking something from this answer. 

Jamie walked over to the vaulting horse and climbed atop it, sitting upright with her breasts poking out triumphantly. She felt sexy, appealing and owned, but only, by him....

"Good girl," he said, obviously pleased with her action. "Now, strattle it, and lay belly down," he told her as he walked again to the armoire. Jamie was slightly nervous, but learning to trust that she would enjoy what her master gave her, lied down on her belly. He returned quickly with some familiar items, and an armful of things she had yet to see. He grabbed both of her arms forcefully and cuffed them beneath the horse, pausing to look in her eyes once he had finished. 

"Would you like to get fucked?" he said gently.

"Yessir," she replied, surprisingly unabashed. 

"You haven't been a very good girl.... only good girls get fucked in their pussy... do you think you deserve to get fucked in your pussy?" 

Jamie considered this for a moment before replying, "no sir."

"But you want me to enjoy you right?" he asked. Jamie immediately felt trapped into this conversation.

"Yes sir, I do," she said cautiously.

"Good." he said lifting himself back upright. He gently pulled her hair back from her face securing it with a rubber band at her neck to keep it out of the way. Jamie couldn't help but notice the genuine sweetness that loomed behind his steel palms... making her feel safe and afraid all at once. 

She laid her face down on the cool hard leather. She was positioned on the horse so that each breast managed to poke to one side or the other. She suddenly felt him pulling them out to the sides even more and felt the unfamiliar pinch of clamps being applied to her nipples. The new sensation made her jump slightly, and she began to squirm. 

"Calm down," he said amused, "I know you're a beginner in this, I've set them very loose." Although Jamie's trust in her master has grown over the past few hours, his words brought little comfort against the growing throbbing in both of her nipples. She closed her eyes tightly and attempted to relax, leaving her well being in the hands of her master. 

She relaxed into the pain a moment, before noticing that he had come around to her side and was setting a pillow under her hips, lifting her more precious parts up for easier access, suddenly leaving her feeling all the more exposed, causing excitement to brew inside her more pronounced. She was becoming more giving to the idea of his use of her, and aroused by her own need to obey his wishes and wills; having little no control over what may come next. She has given herself to him willingly.

He moved again to her backside, and she felt his warm fingers sliding slowly inside her for the first time since they had met. Slowly in at first, drawing out her wetness to the rest of her sex, rubbing her clit with vigor and intensity. The moment he let his fingertips ride over her excited mound she could feel her insides screaming for him; begging for more. She felt him push his fingers back inside her again, roughly and deeply this time as she moaned out quietly. Her wetness still increasing while her body responded to his touch excitedly... feeling herself beginning to rub against him. This prompted a light laugh from master.

"Does that feel good slut?" he asked genuinely. 

"Yes, thank you sir," she said letting her body continue on it's mission to rub against him for all she was worth, when he slipped his hand away slowly. A quiet click followed by a soft buzzing startled Jamie out of her trance momentarily. She turned back to see master with a phallic vibrator in one hand, and lube and a plug in the other. She knew what a plug was but had never used one and being honest... had admitted to herself readily that the idea of it made her uneasy. 

Master looked to her turned head, sensing quickly the near fear in her eyes. He held up the vibrator. "This, is for your pussy. I'm going to slide it into that mount down there for you to fuck. This, on the other hand..." he said holding up the plug triumphantly, "I am going to slide it into your ass in order to prep it for my pleasure. Do you understand?" he looked at her for a sense of compliance.

Jamie felt her breaths begin to deepen slowly, and ever so slightly. She realized quickly that she would need to be concede to his demands if she were to enjoy herself. After all... he may have been harsh with his punishments, but she was enjoying him completely and was not, at all, concerned with his stopping. She quickly realigned her head with the horse, looking forward... feeling her pussy wetten even more fully with each passing moment.

He slid the hard vibrator down onto the metal mount protruding from the horse. It snapped into place as though it had been fitted for this setup alone, which it had. Knowing what she was waiting for, Jamie relaxed until she felt the cool dripping of the lube on her ass, as it crawled down inside her and onto her waiting pussy, lubricating fully. Master slid his fingers inside her gently lubing her up completely. Just the thought of the moment made her twinge with excitement. 

"Fuck it," he said, and she did... fully letting herself slide down on it until it was completely sheathed into her wet awaiting pussy. The vibrations were intense, to say the least and fully entrancing at best. She was unable to contain herself. After all the stimulation she had experienced over the last hours she felt herself coming to a climax more quickly than expected. Slipping deeply into pleasure, a very small part of her remembered a whisper of her rules; "Do not cum without my permission." It echoed through her mind softly at first, then becoming a loud chorus reaching her lips before she screamed almost unexpectedly, "PLEASE SIR CAN I CUM!?!?!"

Master was surprised by this and drew back a moment before answering sweetly, "Yes you may." She felt it slowly at first and drawing to a loud roar through her entire body. Each muscle convulsed in waves, her body shook until her orgasm drew itself out like a low tide meeting dawn... each wave smaller than the one before it until she felt only her and master watching alone.... She continued to pump against the hardened rubber between her legs with abandon to please him until slowing to a slight ride.

Jamie settled and her breath stammered to a normalcy and comfort she hadn't felt since arriving in master's strange new home, but her comfort would be short lived. Master quickly began working the lubed plug into her ass. Slowly at first, she could feel it working in. Although she had never been entered here before she was determined to be a good slut for him and refrained from complaint. The pain was surprisingly small, and she relaxed as she felt him slide it fully in. Jamie felt some appreciation was in order.

"Thank you sir," slipped from her lips with a sigh. It came almost naturally to her as she relaxed. 

"You're welcome," he replied with a surprised tone to his voice. Jamie knew that he had many other sluts in this room before, but questioned whether or not any of them had actually thanked him as he deserved to be thanked, and meant it. She smiled inwardly at the pleasure this provided him, and waited for him to proceed. 



Interlude Ch. 02



 The Interludes are a series of vignettes, intended to develop some new characters while preparing for a future series of mystery stories with fun plot twists. I hope you will enjoy the sex along the way. Please do provide feedback on what sex scenarios you would like to read about.

If you have not read the "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapters 1 and 5, you may wish to do so before reading the "Interlude" series.

I understand the comments of those who say they don't understand the actions and interactions of the main characters Melina and Don... that's okay; I hope you'll keep reading, as all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place over the course of the stories.

Interludes 2 and 3 were originally woven together, but I separated them due to story length considerations.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.



Part 6 - Married Housing 

"Okay, let me see if I get this straight." I said, still not comprehending. "You are buying this house from Laura. She's moving out, and us in. Where is she moving to?"

"She's always had a lease on one of the condos the University owns, so she can stay there." said my wife Melina. "She says she's going to find another house, but didn't tell me anything else."

It was Wednesday, less than a week after we'd come back to town for our check-up physicals. We were staying at Laura's. Melina had taken the job as Dr. Laura Fredricson's Research Assistant. The job paid more than both of mine put together. I was now a Detective on the Town Police Force, and Supervisor of the I.T./Computer/Communications Department. I also had a similar role on the University Police Force, though that didn't pay a heck of a lot, and I really was not expected to do much but check in on occasion. 

Melina had made the deal to buy Laura's house on the hill to the northeast of campus with its nice views. I couldn't understand why Laura would want to part with it. "All she said was that she'd been there long enough, she wanted to get it off her hands and out of her name." Melina said. 

"She's not planning to take a job somewhere else, is she?" I asked apprehensively.


"No, I asked her that." Melina replied, the relief in her voice matching my own. "She said she'd retire here and probably die here. And I don't think she'd hire me and have me buy her house just so she could move away. Soo..... "Melina said, her voice seductive, "we're going to be packing up in the next few weeks." Her words triggered a memory that I needed to tell her something.

"Uh, that's what I need to talk to you about." I said, becoming nervous. "I'm leaving for the Police Academy on Sunday. For six weeks." The only thing about my new job was that I had to go through the Police Academy. At 28, I knew I could handle it, but I wasn't looking forward to the grind, nor the time away from family and friends.

"Aggh.... Shit! You bastard." my wife said, irritation in her voice. As I began explaining that it couldn't be helped, the anger on her face turned to the beginnings of a smile... a sardonic, almost malicious smile. I saw her reach for the button of her jeans shorts, cut off just below her ass. Her top was a flimsy shirt of thin material, with thin strings over her shoulders holding it up, nicely form-fitting and showing off her breasts and toned waist.

"Okay, you police dick." Melina spat as she slipped the pants and her panties off and sat down on the sofa, her legs spread wide. "Make it up to me. Get down here and eat my pussy!" I happily obliged. I quickly fell to my knees in front of my wife and slid my face right into her quim. The flaming pink folds of her sopping wet cunt were a shining beacon in the night forest of her thick black pubic bush. I let my tongue slide up the length of her slit, the first contact making her gasp, then went to work on eating her out.

"Ohhh, yes, that's good baby... yeah, just like that..." Melina said. I looked up along the length of her upper body and saw her eyes looking down at me from over her cloth-covered breasts. I stared back into her eyes as I stabbed my tongue into her vagina, licking deep, then let my mouth slide up to her clit, sucking it in hard as my tongue lashed it. Melina gasped but did not let her eyes waver from mine.

"C'mon, eat me out, Don. Eat that juicy slit! You know how I like it..." Melina said, evenly. I redoubled my efforts, knowing that she was enjoying it but wanting to make me work harder. Just one of our little games. I slurped up my wife's tangy pussy, letting myself drift into it and--

ZZZT ZZZT! BRRRIIIINNNGGG!!!!!

It was my cellphone, vibrating and ringing in my pants pocket. I backed out of my perch between my wife's legs and stood up to retrieve it.

"Hi, Laura." I said, so that Melina would know who I was talking to. She stood up and began leading me by the hand to our bedroom as I listened to Laura's request that I meet her in an hour in her office.

"I changed my mind" Melina said, sitting on the edge of the bed after I hung up. "I want you to fuck me." She opened my pants and slid them halfway down my thighs, then quickly slid the lube-slickened condom that she had magically produced over my already-hard cockshaft. She pushed herself onto the middle of the bed as I climbed onto her and mounted her. Her hand guided me into her and we groaned together as I pushed my full length into her sopping wet chamber of love.

"Oh yeah, baby, fuck me!" Melina gasped as we settled into a rhythm of fucking. I kept most of my cock buried in my wife's cunt, sliding just enough out to get a good hard shove back in and make her groan as she felt it. As we settled into a fairly fast pace, I was enjoying the feel of our half-clothed fuck. This kind of spontaneous fucking had all but disappeared from our marriage over the last few years.

"Yeah, you prick. Go to your police academy!" Melina said maliciously as she broke a kiss. "I'll just be here with Todd. I'll be fucking Todd while you're gone!" Her words had the desired effect. I groaned in arousal and began fucking my wife harder. 

"Oh yeah, that makes you hot, doesn't it babe?" Melina whispered into my ear as I nuzzled her neck. "While you're sweating away at that academy, just remember that Todd's big, teen cock will be pumping my pussy! I want you to lie in your bed at night and think of how another man is fucking your wife!-- Unh! Yeah, that's it baby... ohhh.... yeah, fuck me... fuck me like you know that young stud is going to! Uhhh... oh yeah-- unnh......". Her words were turning her on as much as they were arousing me, not that it mattered. I was slamming my condom-sheathed cock into Melina with short but powerful thrusts, driving into her with an intensity of lust I had not felt for some time... but not for the reasons she was thinking...

I was not really thinking about Melina fucking Todd. The images in my mind were of myself... and beneath me was beautiful Laura Fredricson! I was seeing Laura's elegant, regal face, the long sallow cheeks, the sharp eagle nose, the clear gray eyes... I was smelling her perfume and her body... I was tasting her mouth and her neck. The thought of deeply fucking Laura was driving me to a hard fast cum, and Melina's shouts of "encouragement" into my ear barely registered. Sparks cascaded before my eyes for a moment, then I realized that I was gasping for air as my cock spurted into my wife, the semen caught by the thin latex that sheathed my throbbing rod.

As I finally came down from my climax and struggled to catch my breath, I saw Melina's face smiling up at me. 

"I love you, baby." she said. 

"I love you too, sweetheart." I said. 

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"Hi, Don." Laura said, her eyes lighting up as I entered her office. As I returned her greeting, she got up and came around from behind her desk. She was wearing an off-white dress and matching off-white pumps with rounded toes and a five-inch heel, making her taller than me. 

"I got a call from Leanne Gonzales, the real estate broker, and she wants to show us a house today." Laura said. "It's not listed yet and she's giving us first shot at it. I think you'll like it. I'll drive." And so we were off, rushing along before I could ask what was going on.

We got into Laura's silver Mercedes-Benz C-63 AMG and drove out. I reveled in the luxury of Laura's sedan as she headed north of the school, then turned onto a road that headed east. We began climbing up the hillside, curling southward. I saw the back of Laura's house beneath us as well as a couple of other homes. Then Laura veered left onto a fairly steep driveway, going above the road. We were near the top of the ridge line when we pulled up in front of a house. It looked deceptively like a ramshackle old cabin, but I could tell that it was actually well-built. It had a one-car garage on the near (right) side as we faced it, and porch that went left to a heavy door. An older Mercedes was already in the drive in front of the garage door.

We were met at the door by a red-headed woman in her early thirties. A breathtakingly lovely redhead. Laura introduced her as Leanne Gonzales. When I remarked that she looked much more Irish than Hispanic, she said that her husband was Cuban and that her maiden name of Quinlin was definitely from an old Irish O'Quinlin family.

Leanne was an extremely attractive woman. Her flaming red hair fell in gentle curls to her shoulders and down her back. She had big breasts which her olive green blouse and brown houndstooth jacket failed to hide. Her skirt matched her jacket. Her legs were firm, athletic like my wife Melina's, and shapely. Brown suede shoes with five inch heels only shaped her legs, feet and succulent ass that much more.

The veranda/foyer inside the door gave two choices; it was a split-level house going front to back. The lower section had an open floor plan with a couple of beams as columns demarcating a line between a living room toward the front and the wood-paneled den or "great room" in back. A huge lattice of ceiling-to-floor windows gave a breathtaking view from the back of the house over the valley containing the school. To the left was an alcove with a huge brown leather sofa, the only piece of furniture in the house. To the right was a fireplace built into the corner of the room at a 45-degree angle. To the left of the fireplace, between it and the windows, was a door leading to the back deck. To the right of the fireplace was the door to the breakfast room and kitchen. 

The breakfast room also had an angled, smaller fireplace sharing the same flue as the bigger one in the great room. One felt that cooking was done there in ancient times, though this house was not very old. The room was bright and cheerful, with a door to the back deck which had a huge window, and windows on the back wall looking to the back and side of the house. The kitchen was not large. On the side wall (against the garage) was the refrigerator, some counter space, the gas stove with oven below and microwave above, more counter then the double sink with the dishwasher under the counter at the far end. There were some stairs on the right side which led up and left to the garage door, which was kind of strange. On the side wall against the greatroom was counter space with cabinets underneath, and a window to the greatroom with shutters that could be folded open.

"The kitchen isn't great, but at least there's counter space on both sides." I said. Laura agreed, knowing that I was the chef between us. 

"Leanne, these views are stunning." Laura said, opening the door to the back deck. We went out. We were east of the school like Laura's house was, but unlike her view from the right (northeast), we were just left of the east-west alignment of the University far down below us. I could see the buildings of the town beyond it, and the roads leading out in several directions. Far in the distance, I saw a tiny movement; it was a train on the railroad tracks that were coming from the west and would turn south at the far end of town. There were no trees blocking our views. 

"Sunsets are going to be awesome." I said. Laura agreed. Leanne was talking about the house and property lines on the hill side; our property went to the road's right-of-way as it snaked down beneath us. 

"This room could be a bedroom or an office space." Leanne said as we began to look at the rest of the house. There was a room on the front corner the house, opposite corner of the fireplace. Adjoining it was a full bathroom that served that room and the rest of the lower floor. As she showed us the rooms, Leanne made sure to give me a good look at her ass and legs, then turned half-profile to give me a nice look at her big breasts as we talked. My loins stirred, idly thinking of fucking Leanne, though the sight of Laura was even finer. 


There's a drawback, I thought to myself as we had to go back to the split-level to climb the stairs. I forgot about that as I watched Leanne and Laura walk up the stairs, the sway of their glorious asses above their succulent legs providing a view as lovely as the windows, and providing a luscious distraction from any negatives of the house floor plan. 

The master bedroom was in back. It had a huge lattice of windows directly above those of the great-room; from the outside it looked like one solid network of windows all the way up. There was no alcove to the left, but a door on the left side (away from the back wall) as we looked at it; the remaining space was perfect for a king-size bed. That door led to a huge walk-in closet, which ran the length of the wall behind the bedroom and above the alcove in the greatroom below. 

On the right side, above the kitchen below, was the bathroom. Wow! On the far end was the toilet, in its own little room. On the near side wall, against the bedroom wall, was the vanity with two sinks and against the outside wall was a big jet-tub. A long narrow window ran the length of the tub, just below the ceiling. I saw the reason for the peculiar window shape as I looked out... the top of the garage was almost to the height of the window. A shower was in the corner, just opposite the door to the bedroom. 

"This is an incredible bathroom for a house this size!" I exclaimed. Leanne showed us the other bedroom, above that office space of the first floor. It was very tiny; the roof slanted down from back to front, restricting the space towards the front of the house. A small bath with just a shower stall served the second bedroom.

Back downstairs, we began discussing price. I was surprised at the very reasonable price suggested by Leanne, but per my custom from past real estate transactions, I went 20% lower. Then Laura chimed in.

"Leanne," Laura said, "if you negotiate a really good price for my good friend Don, here, I would appreciate it very much. Don is very good at house buying, so all the commission will be yours alone, and... " She paused, for effect. "...if you take a much lower commission on this house, I'm sure that you'll receive a much better one on this other property I'll ask you to sell for me." Laura named the property, one of the better homes in one of the best neighborhoods in town. Leanne's eyes gleamed at the thought of getting that listing.

"I'm sure we can reach an excellent accommodation for you, Laura." the lovely redhead replied. We hastily put together some paperwork. I made the offer in the name of my newly-created LLC company, in which I had named Laura a 20% owner after she suggested the idea to me. As such, Laura was putting up 20% of the money from the sales of her other properties, and my money was coming from the sale of my businesses and the house in the old town where Melina and I were moving from.

Leanne called the offer in. "We'll know shortly. This house was put up by the family of a University Board member who recently died. Mr. Bonniker was a nice old man, but his family lives out in Arizona and they want to sell it very quickly."

Part 7 - The Rose's First Bloom

"Wow." I said, turning off my iPhone and putting it into my pocket. Laura and I were at a Thai restaurant. She was talking on her own iPhone, giving me a thumbs-up gesture as I heard her say "That's great, Leanne! Close by the end of August? Perfect! Yes, I'll call you tomorrow about listing the other house."

"We got it." Laura said, beaming. "They agreed to your terms with no fuss at all, since it was pure cash on the barrelhead-- what's the matter? Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I said, but my voice betrayed my uncertainty. I had just called Melina to invite her to join us but had been told shocking news, instead. "Melina's not coming... she's in her car, driving back home to start packing." I said.

"Oh... and this was unplanned?" Laura asked, seemingly nonchalant about it.

"Well, we hadn't talked about it, but I'm surprised she took off without saying anything first." I said. "I hope she's not really angry at me over the Academy". I told Laura about Melina's seeming anger when I had told her I had to go to the Police Academy.

"When are you going back home?" Laura asked.


"Tomorrow, I guess. I do need to pack some things..." I said, my voice trailing off.

"Good." Laura replied. "Oh well, Melina missed out on some great food. Let's just enjoy the evening, okay?" The Thai food was indeed delicious, and Laura's company and conversation quickly had me forgetting about Melina's unexpected departure. 

Leaving the restaurant, Laura began driving north, away from town. "I want to show you a little spot I like to go to." We drove a few miles, up to a large park near a lake. On one side was a small building with a long deck walk over the water going to a deck with a veranda near the middle of the lake. "That's the university's little guesthouse for VIPs. I call it 'the president's dacha'. But let's go over here." 

We went the other way, down a trail to a spot with a couple of benches overlooking the lake. The sun had just set and the light was fading, but orange glows still shimmered over the water. We sat on a bench, my right hip and Laura's left hip pressing together. I had my arm around her back, gently hugging her to me. She crossed her right leg over her left, gently sliding her foot along the back of my calf.

For a few moments, I just admired her elegant, austere beauty as she looked out over the lake, lost in thought. 

"So..." she finally said... "Ask."

"So you're a mind reader, in addition to your other... considerable... talents." I said, trying to sound complimentary. Laura looked up at me in the dimming light, smiling. 

"We're connected that way." Laura said. "I think you can read my thoughts as I can feel what you're thinking." I realized to myself that it was true, that Laura and I were developing a bond, a closeness, that surpassed anything I'd experienced before.

"Okay... so why are you selling your houses? Why did you sell your house on the hill to Melina?" I asked.

"I want to get them out of my name." Laura said. "I've actually been thinking about it for a while." I waited for more, but Laura was going to make me ask.

"Okay, so why? What's the grand plan?" I asked. "Something to do with your husband?" I asked as the sudden insight hit my mind... maybe I was beginning to read Laura's thoughts. 

"Yes." she replied, "he's getting near retirement from the military. And when that happens, that'll be that." Laura began telling me the full story, some of which I already knew, which I condense here.

Laura's husband was now a general in the military. She had met him when she was in college. He had been a captain in the ROTC program, ten years older than her. They had dated a few times, called it off, began dating again and with her giving him sex. As he was leaving for his next assignment, he had brought up the subject of marriage, but Laura had pointed out that she had graduate school to attend, and though she loved him and what he was doing, she didn't want to become a military wife. 




Interlude Ch. 02



They kept in touch, though, and when he was up for major "below the zone" (meaning up for an early promotion), his superiors told him that he would go much further if he were married. To his surprise, and Laura's, he was stationed near to where she was studying, and they were able to pick up their romance again. She began attending military functions with him, to the delight of his fellow officers. He had told her that the senior military brass still wanted married officers, despite reforms attempting to move away from that being a big factor. It was Laura who suggested that they could get married, but lead semi-separate lives. She was sure his superior officers would understand that she was pursuing her own career at universities while he pursued his around the world.

Laura and her husband had been married well over fifteen years, and he had risen rapidly through the ranks. She would fly to join him wherever he was, even overseas, when there was some function that required them to be seen together. She was happy with him and the sex was good... and they both knew that he was sinking his cock into those female junior officers and the wives of the male junior officers, while she was sexually sampling the young college talent on campus... and more than as part of her research on sexual subjects. 

It was in Germany that Laura met Dr. Heinz and their professional collaboration began. With her and her husband's help, Dr. Heinz was able to emigrate to America. His radical work made a couple of schools a bit too warm to hold him, and she went along to his new schools. Finally, her current school was more than happy to have Dr. Heinz, since that means they would have Dr. Laura Fredricson of increasing celebrity in psychological, sexual, and academic circles.

"For the last few years," Laura said as the last of the colors drained from the lake with the fading light, "my husband and I have talked about our futures. Once he made general, we both realized that our marriage wasn't going to help his career further, but we've just not taken any action to legally separate and divorce. We still have fun together, and there's been no hurry. But now..." she paused, then continued, "it's just starting to be time. So I'm getting all the properties out of my name, and making things as clean as possible. I expect there'll be no problems, but with this economy it's also just time to simplify down."

I didn't ask any more questions. There was no need. I looked over at Laura, feeling sensations that I knew were wrong of a married man to feel, but knowing they were right. I leaned over and kissed Laura's cheek, gently. She turned her head to me and our mouths met. We embraced warmly, pulling into each other as our tongues twined. To my surprise, I felt Laura's long tongue slide deep into my mouth, literally down my throat. I pressed my mouth even harder to hers, letting my hand cup her big breast and gently squeeze it through her dress. 

We made out and groped each other for what seemed hours. I tried to explore Laura's throat with my tongue, but couldn't match the abilities of her wonderful mouth-muscle. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I felt Laura's hand explore it through my pants as my own hand slid along her thigh, trying to reach the piece of heaven between her legs... but she stopped me.

"Let's go back to the car." she whispered. We walked back, holding hands. When we got there, to my surprise Laura opened the back door. "Let's get in back." she said. Surprised, I complied, sliding into the spacious, leather covered back seat. Laura quickly joined me.

"Mmm, are we going to be like teenagers and fuck in the back of your new car?" I asked. 

"Close." Laura said as our lips brushed. Her hands were opening my pants, then I felt her hand dip inside and grasp my cock. She managed to free it of the confines of my pants, and it stood out, hard and proud.

Without a word, Laura draped herself over my legs, her breasts pressing into my thigh. I felt her hot breath on my cock head, swiftly followed by her mouth sliding down my shaft.

"Unnh!" I gasped. The pleasure was incredible. Laura began sucking me, taking me deep into her mouth, then vacuuming the air out of her mouth as she slid her lips firmly up the sides of my aching shaft. Again and again, slowly but insistently, she bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard. 

As shocks of intense pleasure rippled through my loins, I felt a new shock... the word that came to me and shocked me was "home"! Laura's mouth felt wonderful, the perfect heat around my throbbing shaft, using the perfect technique that I was loving as she fellated me. I moaned as I enjoyed the incredible pleasure of this gorgeous woman's mouth...

"Mmm, God I love your cock, Don!" Laura murmured. "It tastes so fucking... good!" she gasped as her mouth descended on me again. I idly wondered if she thought this was as special as I thought it was. After several more deep sucks, she kissed along the shaft, then lashed my cockhead with her tongue. Sliding down again, I felt her hand reach in and cup my big, swollen balls, then felt her tongue lash at them, licking over them and washing them down.

"Oh Laura, that's so fucking good." I said. "Better be careful or you'll make me cum, and I want to fuck you first."

"No, babe..." Laura said. Raising up, she looked at me in the darkness. "After you pass the police academy. When you get back, you can fuck me." Her hand was slowly but firmly jacking my cock as she spoke. "Just think of what's going to motivate you while you're there: think of the reward when you get back... you pass, you'll be fucking me. Whenever things get tough, think about this big, hard cock balls-deep in my pussy! Think about how it will feel to fuck me bareback, no condom... for those six weeks, I want you to think about what it's going to feel like to come inside me, to empty those big balls against my cervix... mmmmmf!!!!" 

My hand had gently but firmly guided her head back down, and she had taken the hint and swallowed my meat again. Now she was bobbing her head rapidly up and down, still sucking hard. Her mouth was intensely hot, wet and wild. I could not believe how good this felt, how wonderful it was... and it was just a blow job! Was this just her talent in giving head? Or more?

"Oh God, Laura," I moaned, "it's never been this fucking good!" 

"Mmm, for me either." Laura said. "This is the best tasting cock I've ever sucked! And it's so fucking hard!" She sucked some more. "Come in my mouth, Don. I have to taste you! I have to swallow your come." With that she sucked me into her throat and began sucking and jacking my cock with furious abandon. I couldn't have lasted long if I tried, but I didn't. I just let it go.

"UHHHH!.... I'M COMING!" I yelled out as the first thick spurt of semen exploded from my hard shaft. I heard Laura moan as she gulped it down, then more moans as she greedily gulped down each shot of my jism as I ejaculated into her mouth.

When it was over, Laura raised up and licked her lips. "Mmm, my God, was that good." I tried to kiss her, but she turned her head, and I kissed her cheek at the jawline. 

"Thank you." I whispered into her ear, then kissed her again, nuzzling her neck. 


"Mmm, I've got to savor this." Laura said. I'd never heard or seen a woman react this way to me blasting my seed into her mouth. "Mmm, so tasty... "she glanced at me, then reached her hand out and took mine into it. "I'm serious, Don. I have never tasted a cock or semen that good. And I've sampled quite a few men in my time." 

"I'm glad you like it." I said, "Your mouth is the best I've ever kissed or gotten head from... I can only imagine how good your pussy is going to be."

"In six weeks, darling. In six weeks." Laura said. Then she licked her lips again. "You know, what I like best about swallowing your cum?" I shook my head. "Now that part of you is a part of me. And every time I swallow your cum, it becomes a part of me. I like that." I just sat there, stunned into silence. God! what a magnificent woman!

She opened the door. "Now you have to drive home. Now, tonight. Melina will be mollified when she sees that you came straight home after her." 

Part 8 - Full Blossom

It was now past the midpoint of August, and it wouldn't be long before school was back into session for the Fall Semester. The lazy heat of the quiet summer had exploded into the heat of a frenzy of activity all over the school and the town, which would only get crazier as the students began arriving.

I had just finished the Police Academy, passing in the upper third of the class. It had been physically rough, but I had learned a lot of new things, and I was ready and eager to begin work as a detective. But I was horny. Six weeks was a long time for a married man to go without sinking his cock into a tight, sweet pussy. I hoped that Melina would be equally hungry for sex, and that we would have a long, hard night together.

Melina had moved us into Laura's former house on the hill. Laura had stayed there also, for the first three weeks, then began spending more time in her condo and letting Melina get unpacked and settled in. 

It was beginning to be late in the afternoon when I arrived at the house, and no one was home. I called Melina on her cell phone. They were in Laura's office. I'd barely started talking to Melina when she said "Just a second." I could almost feel Laura taking the cell phone out of Melina's hand.

"Get your ass down to the title company, pronto!" Laura almost screamed. "The paperwork is ready for you to sign now. Today." I hustled to get there before they closed for the day, but I made it. Laura was already there. It took another half hour to go through the paperwork, present my LLC paperwork and the checks, but at the end I was handed the keys to my new property, "The Cabin."

The afternoon sun was beginning its descent upon the town when we got back to Laura's office. Melina greeted me with a warm hug and a quick kiss. We talked about my experiences at the academy as well as some discussion of their work and the move. Melina made sure to inform me that I had a large "honey-do" list to make up for my being away while she was packing. She wasn't angry about it, at least I hoped not any more. Maybe she was just teasing me about it. 

"I think Don was either lucky or a great planner." Laura said. "Getting out of the way while Melina packed was probably the smartest thing you could've done, Don." Melina whirled to face Laura, her face in not-too-amused shock. Laura smiled mischievously and I laughed, which did not lighten Melina's mood. 

As we talked about the move and my upcoming job, Melina was stretching her lovely legs out, showing off their beauty from under her gray skirt. I felt the stirrings of arousal. "So what are we planning for tonight?" I asked. "A nice evening in our new home?"

"Actually, no. We have a couple of surprises for you." Melina replied, surprising me. "Todd wants me to come by his condo apartment. He said Britt Maxwell is going to be there. Those two are like oil and water, so I'm really curious to find out what's going on with them."

"Meanwhile," Laura said, "you and I can go up and see The Cabin." I glanced at Melina, who just smiled. Laura excused herself and headed to her private washroom, which left Melina and I alone to talk.

"You know, babe, it's been six weeks." I mentioned, taking Melina's hand into my own. "Are you sure you don't just want to come home with me right now?"

Melina's smile was lovely as she turned to look into my eyes. "That's one of the surprises that Laura and I have for you. You just go with her and.... let things happen." She mashed her lips to mine in a warm kiss. And we'll talk tomorrow morning."

My heart skipped a beat and blood surged into my cock as the ramifications of what my wife had just said fully hit me. Melina had just given me permission... hell, she had just told me to have sex with Laura!

"What about you?" I asked, gently kissing Melina's lips. "Staying with Todd tonight?"

"I don't know," Melina said as we parted and sat up straight, hearing Laura open the door. "I have no idea what's up with Britt Maxwell being there. But Todd said we'd have dinner at his place."

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I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door swung opened and I felt a small thrill of entering a house for the first time as the owner.

Laura came in right behind me as I went down the steps and walked to the big window in the greatroom. She was dressed in an off-white, sleeveless dress and matching off white 5-inch-heel slides with one thin strap across the base of her toes. They were my favorite heels to see her wearing; her feet looked exquisitely elegant in them, and her legs and ass were devastatingly shapely. I felt my cock begin to throb as I admired Laura's body.

The sun was low over the town, heading towards the horizon. We went out onto the back deck. Laura had moved her patio furniture here already, a metal-mesh table (with foldable umbrella) and four metal-mesh chairs with thick seat cushions. After placing a bottle of unopened champagne and two glasses on the table, Laura stepped up beside me. I slid my arm around her waist, gently pressing her to my side and felt her arm encircling my waist, just above my ass. Arm-in-arm, we enjoyed the view for several moments, watching the sun sinking ever lower. This... was wonderful.

"Like it?" Laura said, breaking the spell. 

"Oh yeah." I said, turning towards her and wrapping my arms firmly around her. "The view is lovely," I added, meaning her, "and the sunset isn't so bad, either." Laura smiled as her hands wrapped around my neck. Our lips met, first in a gentle kiss, then deeper. I pulled her more firmly into me, her breasts pressing against my chest. My heart was pounding as our tongues twined, the feel and taste of Laura's lips igniting passions within me that ran through my loins and even down my legs.

"Mmmmf" I said, breaking the kiss. "Let's go inside... and make love."

"Easy, tiger." Laura said. "Dinner will be here soon."

"I don't know if I can wait." I said, groaning as Laura felt my cock through my pants. "It's been six fucking weeks..."

"Mmm, I know, baby." Laura said. She sat down in a chair and began unbuckling my belt. "Tell you what... why don't I take that edge off, and get my pre-dinner appetizer?" Her elegant hand fished my rapidly hardening cock out of my pants. It stood out straight, very hard and throbbing, veins running along the taut skin of my shaft.

"Uhh!" I gasped as Laura's mouth slid over my prickhead. As she engulfed half of my seven-plus inches, my knees almost buckled with the pleasure. Laura began bobbing her head back and forth, sucking in my meat into the voracious vacuum of her hungry mouth again and again. I looked down into her eyes as she looked up into mine, and felt our souls locking together. 

Laura fellated me for several minutes, occasionally licking up the shaft, her hands stroking me, cupping and gently kneading my balls, gripping my ass... it was just too much.

"Come for me, Don." Laura ordered. "Come in my mouth. Just let it go." As her mouth descended on me one last time, my hand gently gripped the back of her head and pulled her face into my crotch. 

"UGGH! ACHK!!!!" I gasped as the first excruciatingly painful, ecstatic shot of semen fired out of my cock and filled Laura's mouth. My hand pushed down onto the table for support as my knees almost gave way. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as pulses of liquid fire blasted from my weapon of lust into Laura's throat. I could hear her gulping, greedily swallowing my massive, thick load. Seconds later, it was all over.

"Oh my fucking God." I gasped, "That was too fucking awesome! My God, Laura, you're incredible!" 

Laura smiled up at me. "Mmm, that was delicious. You had a really huge load built up. I liked that." She stood up. "Now you can have a couple of hours to recharge those balls. Here--" she said, handing me the bottle of champagne. "Open this and let's toast to our new house."

The cork flew out and landed somewhere in trees far below on the hill side. I poured, and the glasses clinked as we touched them together, then drank in celebration. I kissed Laura, the champagne not totally masking the salty taste of the semen I had just ejaculated into her mouth, but I didn't care.

"Okay, let's go fix supper." Laura said. We headed inside. Looking back, I saw the sun touch the horizon, beginning its nightly hiding trick.

Part 9 - Consummation

Dinner had been delicious. Steaks and salads and pasta. We ate out on the deck, watching the last of the sunset. We flirted throughout dinner, feeding each other bits of food, drinking champagne and kissing. After clearing the dishes, Laura and I sat on the sofa in the greatroom alcove with our after-dinner drinks. It was a new sofa, not the one that had been there when we looked at the house. The dark brown leather was soft and the cushions were thick. Perfect for sitting and talking, watching TV.... or fucking. And I was aching to fuck Laura. She had poured a couple of glasses of really good amaretto, and we talked as we drank.

As I finished off my drink, Laura said "I think it's time for your next surprise." She stood up and extended her hand. I took her hand in mine as I got up and we walked together towards the stairs. I could feel my heart pumping in my chest. My whole body was tingling. At long last, it was going to be now!

"How do you like it?" Laura asked as we entered the bedroom. One bedside lamp was on, revealing the brand-new king size bed, with turned-down sheets on it and a mass of pillows. 

"Oh wow." I said. 

"It's your housewarming gift." Laura said. "From me." 

"Aw, thank you, sweetheart." I said. I took her in my arms and kissed her. "I suggest we break it in... right now." Laura kissed me, then gasped as I bent down and smoothly swept her off her feet into my arms. She laughed as I carried her to the bed. I gently deposited her onto the bed, then my body followed as I eased over her, covering her. I kissed Laura, hard, hungrily driving my tongue into her mouth, exploring it. She returned my kisses, her delicious mouth equally hungry. As my hands gently kneaded her breasts through the dress, she pushed up against my hands, eager to feel me groping her. 

I was easily going to get lost in a dream world as I began making love to Laura. The sight, taste, feel and smell of her aroused passions and hungers I had not felt in years. I briefly thought of Melina, what she had been like in our early days of lovemaking, then let the thoughts go... I wanted to think of Laura, and concentrate fully on Laura alone.

She finally slid out from under me and stood up, tall and regal like a queen. I was going to stand up with her, but she stopped me with a hand gesture. "Just watch, darling." she said huskily as she reached up to the straps on her dress. I watched, my eyes drinking in the sight of her beauty. She eased the dress over her breasts, exposing her long, hard nipples, surrounded by the large, light brown rings of her areolas. I could see the veins crisscrossing along the flesh of her large, natural melons, my mouth watering to taste them. 

The dress slid slowly down her body with a whisper until she let it go just above the line of her crotch, stepping out of it as it puddled around her feet. She was magnificent. The thick, trimmed triangle of her black pubic bush couldn't hide the angry pink of her swollen labes. Her womanly slit glistened with moisture and her clit peeked out above it, almost visibly pulsing.

Laura gracefully stepped forward, naked except for the high heels slides, and eased onto the bed. Slipping past me, she arranged herself on her back, one pillow under her ass and the small of her back while she rested her head on a couple more. 





Interlude Ch. 02



"Your turn." she said simply. Taking my cue, I stood up at the end of the bed. I kept our eyes locked together as I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and removed it. I felt grateful that I was in decent shape: firm, not flabby, not exactly a fitness model but certainly nothing to be ashamed of. I probably needed lessons from my nephew Todd on being a male stripper, but I did know to turn my back to Laura as I unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. Sliding my pants and underwear down in one motion, I gave Laura a moment to look at my ass as I stepped out of my socks and shoes and pants. Then, naked, I turned around.

Laura's eyes gleamed as she took in the sight of my cock and balls. I was rock hard again, the skin of my cockshaft almost hurting with tautness. My balls were like rocks again. I eased onto the bed, sliding up between Laura's long, spread legs. Easing my body onto hers, I kissed her again. I began dryfucking her, lightly humping the long shaft of my meat along her soaking wet slit, but not trying to enter her. Not just yet.

"Mmm, babe, I've just got to taste you." I said. I began kissing my way down her neck, down her chest, kissing her breasts, sensing the ache of her teats as I sucked roughly on the distended nipples. I slowly, teasingly, worked my lips and tongue down Laura's firm abdomen with gentle kisses, sucks and nibbles until I felt the hair of her pubic bush brush against my lips. Then I settled down between Laura's legs, my hands guiding her thighs as she pulled her legs up and back. 

Oh my God. Her cunt was gorgeous, beckoning me to taste it. I admired the glistening pink of her wet slit, wanting to just look at this sight forever, but too eager to taste it. I stuck out my tongue and took a long, sloowwwww lick along her slit, from the bottom to the top. 

"OOOOHHHHHH!!!" Laura moaned loudly. She was obviously starved for my touch, almost beside herself with desire to feel me eat her pussy. I took another lick, a bit faster but deeper. Then I went to work.

My hungry mouth explored her labes with kisses and nibbles, then I plastered my mouth to her opening, letting my tongue sluice in and around the walls of her vagina. Laura was breathing harder and harder and I tasted her womanhood, eating it out for some minutes before making my final move. 

I began licking her slit again, sometimes sucking her cuntlips into my mouth in a gentle but firm suck, but now I started making my way to her clit. My licks got higher and higher until I was lashing the firm little bud. I went to work on Laura's clit, licking it, sucking and kissing it. Two of my fingers were sliding into her cunthole, deeper and deeper until they were buried to the knuckles. I gently scratched the upper wall of Laura's vagina, the tips stroking her g-spot.

Laura was now moaning and gasping, her hands pushing my head into her loins, her legs pulled way back and shaking. She was coming apart at the seams and finally exploded.

"OH MY GOD!" I heard Laura yell as she drove her hips forward, slamming her cunt into my face. Her pussy juices gushed over my fingers as her vagina clamped down on them. Her body shook violently a couple of times, followed by a series of much gentler shivers. Finally her body collapsed as all the tension dropped out of her muscles.

"Oh my God. Don, that was so fucking good!" Laura whispered huskily. "Thank you so much!"

"My pleasure." I said, pleased that my efforts and technique had pleasured this heavenly angel. I dipped my head back down to continue giving Laura cunnilingus, but she gently pulled my head up. Understanding, I wordlessly moved up and mounted her.

It was time. Oh God, it was time!

I sucked Laura's left breast and then moved my mouth up to hers as I positioned myself just right. I felt her hand sliding between us, gripping my throbbing hard cockshaft. As our tongues battled in our deep kiss, I felt the warm wetness of her cunt kiss the head of my cock. I pushed gently forward, enveloping my manhood in that wonderful wet heat. Unerringly, my cock slid past Laura's guiding hand and began sinking into her pussy, gliding in on a thick layer of hot cunt oil until I felt our groins meet and my balls gently slap the skin just above her ass.

Oh my God. I was in. I was inside her! I was fucking Laura!

I felt almost like a virgin teenager, the wonderfulness of being buried balls-deep inside a woman intense, but being inside this woman overwhelming me. The pleasure of my body united with Laura's was even more delicious and intense than I had imagined it would be. 

"Oh, Laura... oh, geez..." was all I could gasp. As I slid my cock out, then shoved it back in, I felt Laura push her cunt up to meet my stroke.


"Oh yesssss.... it's soooo good." Laura whispered back, her eyes wet with lust and happiness as I looked into them. I began gently stroking in and out of her. Long, slow, deep strokes, enjoying the sensations of fucking a fantastically hot wet cunt, but reveling even more in the pleasure flooding my entire body as I made love to this woman! 

As we began fucking, we became a tangle of bodies, arms and legs. Laura's legs were pulled back until her knees were almost against her shoulders. I felt her legs pressing against my sides, her feet in her high heels pressing against my asscheeks and the back of my thighs. I slid my arms under her shoulder blades, taking her beautiful head into my hands, kissing her deeply as she wrapped her arms around my neck and shoulders and back. We moaned into each other's mouths as I steadily pumped my aching, cock deep into Laura's womanhood again and again and again. I wanted to be inside her! With every stroke I tried to get even more of myself into herself. 

Our coupling was deep and wet. My mouth slid along her neck and her jaw as I kissed her. At first I thought I was going to have to slow down... it was getting to be too much, too intense, and I didn't want to come within a few minutes and disappoint Laura. Then I realized that the blowjob she'd given me earlier really had taken the edge off. I began to get control.

I eased my hands back and raised up on them in a push-up position. I began thrusting into Laura with harder but still steady strokes, looking down at her beautiful face. She looked up at me, her mouth curling up into a gentle smile.

"Oh wow." she said quietly, almost in a whisper. "I didn't realize.... that it would be ... uhhhh.... this fucking good! Oh God, Don!"

"Me neither." I gasped. "Laura... I love you." The words had escaped my mouth before I realized what I had just said. 

"I love you, too." Laura said. I felt her hands slide down my sides and grip my asscheeks as they steadily pistoned my cock into her. I leaned over, sucking her breasts, alternating between them, then moved my mouth to hers for yet another kiss. It turned into an open-mouth French kiss, soulful and exploring. We fucked for several long minutes, hard but steady. I was growing tired but at the same time filled with energy. I wanted this to go on forever... I would not have minded dying right at this moment, as long as that last moment was making love with this woman....

With motions beyond my conscious knowledge or decision, and moving in seemingly perfect sync with Laura, I slid one hand to catch her leg and pull it back, then the other. I felt her ankles and calves resting on my shoulders and I began the final drives into her pussy, pushing harder, deeper, faster into her upturned, totally exposed, open cunt!

"Oh yes!" Laura began gasping, louder. "Fuck me! Fuck me, Don! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!! OH GOD!" Her pussy clamped down hard on my cock, feeling as if it would violently expel my long, thick invader from the depths of her cunt. Laura was coming, coming hard. For a couple of moments, as I shoved my meat into her as hard as I could , she was nothing but a climaxing cunt. Hot and clenching cunt.

Finally, I felt Laura's cunt relax and I could begin stroking in and out again. Her body seemed to go limp underneath me, though her legs were still trapped over my shoulders and I didn't let them drop.

"Oh God." Laura said, her eyes closed. "Oh sweet fucking God." She was babbling, I realized as I began to pump harder and deeper into her. I felt the beginnings of my climax welling up. I fucked harder, concentrating on the building pain, my cock now jackhammering Laura's tight, deep, sweet, helpless cunt. I looked down at my lover's beautiful face, then the gray mist swirled in as the violent pain exploded in my loins.

"UNNH! AAAUGGGH!!!" I heard myself scream out. Oh my god, it was so good! My whole body shook violently as I spurted into Laura, jolt after jolt rocking my world. Oh geez, had I really died and was going to heaven? I managed to think to myself...

As I recovered I realized that I had collapsed onto Laura. Her legs were no longer trapped under my arms. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, kissing her deeply as I felt her legs wrap around my waist in a tight, warm hug. I felt cold air on my back, then realized that we both were soaking wet, bathed in sweat.

"Laura..." I gasped....

"In Japan, they call it 'The Clouds and The Rain.'" Laura whispered, knowing my thoughts, my feelings. "They say that at the moment of climax, we are one with the gods." I nodded and kissed her.

"It's true." I gasped. "I think I just proved it..... Laura, I have never come like that before." I looked into her eyes, seeing the unspoken question. "Yes, I meant what I said, sweetheart." I continued. "I love you, Laura. I--" Her fingers on my lips stopped me.

"I love you too, darling." she said. "But it's not yet our time." I was puzzled what she meant, but didn't say anything as she mashed her lips onto mine in another deep kiss...

"One thing's for sure." I said, looking into her eyes. "Now that was the right way to break in a new house!" Laura burst out laughing as we hugged tightly, with the rest of the night before us.

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It was nearly dawn. The sun, which had waved goodbye to us the night before over the town to the west, was now behind the hill to the east. The light was just beginning to grow on the village and the school, still asleep before a new day of activity to come.

I sat in my robe on the deck and watched for a while, enjoying the view, remembering the incredible night before. Laura and I had made love again. We tried out our new jet tub, lighting candles in the bathroom. As we lay back, facing each other, Laura drank several glasses of champagne as I used my lips and tongue to suck, kiss and explore her exquisite, shapely feet. After several minutes of allowing me to indulge in the fetish of orally worshipping Laura's feet, Laura led me back to the bedroom. 

After fellating me to rock-hardness, Laura got on top, riding me, using all of her vast experience to pleasure me as she reveled in the passionate joy of fucking my long hard cock. I mauled her breasts, kneading them, sucking her nipples whenever she leaned over and presented them to my mouth. She came twice, her body shuddering as her cunt clamped down hard on my meat, before finally coaxing another load out of my balls and up into her deep, wet quim.....

The daylight was growing strong as I went back inside to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee that I had started earlier. Laura was there, pouring two cups. She looked fantastic, wearing only a flimsy light blue robe and white slides... not the ones she wore last night. These were shiny plastic and bright white, five inch heels with a strap across her toes. The thin soles actually had rubber on the bottom for traction.

"Good morning." I said as I drank in the sight of Laura's beauty. 

"Mmm, good morning to you, too." she said, picking up the cups of coffee and extending one to me. We kissed as I took my cup, then stared into each others eyes as we drank. 

Laura leaned against the counter on the inside wall, letting her robe slip open to reveal the shapely length of her long legs and her crotch. Her black hair was tousled, her makeup all but gone, sleep still in her eyes... but she looked beautiful. "Did you sleep well?" she asked.

"Fantastic." I answered. "You?" 

"Absolutely." she said, smiling. She glanced down at my crotch, noticing my hardening cock beginning to tent my robe. "Mmmm, didn't you get enough last night?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

I walked up to her, within inches. "Last night was wonderful." I whispered, kissing her, then letting my mouth nuzzle her neck near her ear. "But I'll never get enough of you. I want more. Now." 

Wordlessly, Laura slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I kicked it to the side as she eased her ass up onto the counter top. She brought her legs up until her feet rested on the edge of the countertop on either side of her pussy, framing it, the rubber of her shoes' soles keeping her feet in place and not slipping.

I eased my robe open and walked up to her, guiding my cock to the entrance of her womanhood. We watched together as I bent slightly, slid my cockhead in, then pushed the length of my meat into her until our pubic bushes mingled.

"Ohhhhhhh..... " Laura whispered. I began pumping, pistoning my ass back and forth, my hands gripping the counter on either side of her feet. The beautiful woman wrapped her arms around my neck, holding on as I fucked into her with hard, steady strokes. Our breathing was hot and heavy as we rutted lustily, copulating with joyful abandon. 

Laura raised her head from watching our coupled loins and kissed my mouth hard. Her moans into my mouth spurred me on to keep fucking her. Finally, she eased her body back. I bent over and sucked her breasts, tonguing her big mams and kissing her hard nipples. Then I stood up, let my hands cup the sides of her ass on the counter, her feet pressing into my forearms, and I began fucking Laura with shorter, harder strokes, trying desperately to come again.

"Uhhh....uhhhh...uhh... OH GOD I'M COMING!" Laura shouted. Her warning was needless: I felt her cunt walls clamp down hard on my cock, seemingly trying to push my invading tool out of her depths. I jammed my loins against hers as hard as I could, keeping our bodies tightly coupled as the spasms of Laura's orgasm rocked through her. 

After catching her breath, Laura again wrapped her arms around me. Knowing it was time, I gripped her asscheeks and pulled her off the counter. She let her legs unfold but did not resist as I eased her on her back onto the kitchen floor. I pushed her thighs back, capturing them under my arms as I mounted her in a push-up position. Sinking my cock back into her, I began ramming my meat deep into her sopping wet cunt, hard and fast. Our loving was urgent and violent as the slaps of our flesh filled the air. 

I fucked and fucked and fucked into her, driving hard and deep, hearing her gasp and shout in ecstasy or pain or both until finally, finally my orgasm struck me. I felt myself jetting my jism into the beautiful woman beneath me. It wasn't nearly as hard a cum as I'd experienced the night before; I was spent. 

I eased my body down onto Laura's. We kissed, and I felt her hands caressing my back and ass and arms as I caught my breath. As we looked into each other's eyes, we each spoke the same words simultaneously:

"I love you."

(to be continued)



Interlude Ch. 03



The Interludes are a series of vignettes, intended to develop some new characters while preparing for a future series of mystery stories with fun plot twists. I hope you will enjoy the sex along the way. Please do provide feedback on what sex scenarios you would like to read about.

If you have not read the "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapters 1 and 5, you may wish to do so before reading the "Interlude" series.

This, the third "Interlude" chapter, was originally a part of "Interlude, Ch. 2", but I separated them to make each story a bit shorter space-wise.

I understand the comments of those who say they don't understand the actions and interactions of the main characters Melina and Don... that's okay; I hope you'll keep reading, as all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place over the course of the stories.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

Part 10 - Let's Make A Deal

Todd was bored. 

The day before, his Uncle Don and Aunt Melina had gone back home to pack and sell their house. He didn't have any work scheduled that night, nor any dates set up. Uncle Don was going to the Police Academy in just a few days, and Aunt Melina had said she'd call to hook up with him when she got back, but that was going to be at least a couple of weeks away. 

He didn't have any work scheduled for the night, and the local bars were dead this time of year with school being out of session, so the prospects of getting some pussy that night looked as slim as his waist. The idea of a drink and masturbating his nine inch cock to a porn movie wasn't appealing, but maybe there was a book he could read and---

Knock knock knock!!!

The loud bang on his door startled Todd. He went to the door, warily, and saw through the little viewer that it was Detective Brittany Maxwell. 

"Lieutenant Maxwell!-- uh, hello." he said as he opened the door, his face registering his shock at the unexpected sight of the pretty policewoman. 

"Hi Todd. May I come in?" Britt asked. Todd hesitated, still very much on his guard. He and Britt had sparred in the past, in the kind of way that she had almost placed him under arrest several times. Britt understood.

"It's not about police business, Todd." Britt said, trying to sound reassuring. "Totally personal." Still wary, Todd backed up slightly, allowing Britt to enter his apartment.

The condo apartment was one room that went front-to-back, with the kitchen to the back left and a door to the one bedroom to the right. It was clean and nearly bare, with a couch and television set near the front, a desk and breakfast table in the back.

Todd took in the sight of Britt as she stood in the middle of the room. She was wearing a navy blue jacket and slacks and navy blue low-heel pumps, and a light blue button-down shirt beneath. He was wearing only gym shorts, but they were not loose enough to hide the considerable size of his "package."

"What can I do for you, Captain?" Todd asked, slightly sarcastic in calling her the rank they both knew she likely would never achieve in the police force. 


"Well, Todd, I have a request. A personal request." Britt said, locking her twinkling eyes with Todd's hard gaze. "I want you to do me a favor."

"Oh, what's that?" Todd said, crossing his arms in a near-confrontational pose, sure that this was another of Britt's head games, trying to entrap him into something.

"I want you to get me a date... with your Aunt Melina." Britt said. Todd gasped in shock. He could see in the woman's eyes that she was serious.

"You want me to hook you up with Melina?" he asked, not sure he had heard correctly.

"Yep. Think you can do that? Or is it too much of a challenge for you?" Britt said, trying to goad his competitive spirit into an agreement.

"Why can't--" Todd began to ask, then stopped. He realized the enormity of the opportunity he had here. "Uh, let me ask this..." he started, in the tone of a deal-maker, "what's in it for me? What do I get for helping you get into my auntie's panties?" 

Britt smiled, knowing she would have to make this offer, but not minding it in the least. "Me." she replied.

"You?" Todd asked. Suspicion crept back into his mind.

"If you help me get my tongue on Melina's slit, then I'll let you fuck me, Todd." Britt offered. "You've been trying to get into my pants for a long time. Here's your chance."

"Hmmm," Todd said, sidling up to Britt and sliding his hand onto her waist. "I think we can work together on this." He bent down and kissed Britt's mouth. She returned it. Gently at first, but then the kiss became deeper as Todd's tongue invaded and explored her mouth. Britt began responding, kissing the teen stud back warmly, enjoying the feeling of their lips sliding along each other's as much as Todd was.

"Mmmm, that's enough." Britt said, breaking the kiss and gently pushing Todd away. "So we have a deal?"

"We have a deal." Todd said, his arms returning to encircle the older woman. "Why don't we go into the bedroom and you give me a ... 'down payment' on it?"

"Nope." Britt said. "The deal is, Melina and I tongue each other's cunts, and then I'll fuck you."

"How do you know she'll do it? She may not even be a lezzie." Todd said, though he knew full well that Melina was bisexual.

"Trust me, she's bi, at least. You just help me get in her pants and I'll... do the rest." Britt said, grinning.

Todd's grin matched hers. "All right. If it gets me into your pants, babe, I'll do it."

"Good." Britt said, then moved toward the door as if to leave. 

"It might take a little bit of time," Todd said. "I'll call you when I have it set up." 

Britt came back to him and, to his surprise, pulled his head to hers for another kiss. Their tongues twined hungrily as their arms wrapped together. They stood there, making out hotly for several minutes. 

"Mmmmm," Todd said as they broke the kiss, "are you sure you don't want to get started with me now, Britt?"

Britt backed out of Todd's strong arms. "I'm sure. You know the deal: First Melina, then me." 

As Britt left the apartment, she hurried to her car, increasing her pace. The kisses with that teen stud had inflamed her loins much more than she had thought they would. She knew if she didn't get away from here soon that she would go back... and that Todd would be plunging his huge cock into her sopping wet quim, and thus reap the rewards of fucking her without setting her up with Melina.

Todd had cut off asking the question, and had not realized the ramifications: Why couldn't Britt just arrange this herself, or with Melina's husband Don? Why come to Todd? Britt smiled as she remembered the answer: she wanted to sample Todd's cock as well as Melina's pussy, and she was "killing two birds with one stone." 

Part 11 - Girl Talk

Author's note: This is happening concurrently with Don and Laura's evening at "The Cabin", as described in Interlude Ch. 2.

It was nearly ten o'clock in the evening as Detective Brittany Maxwell climbed the stairs to Todd's apartment again, the click of her 5-inch-high heels seemingly as loud as the crack of rifles. She realized that the loud drumbeat she was hearing was her heart pounding in her chest. 

Six weeks after their last meeting and conversation, Todd had called that afternoon and told her to come by, that he had set things up. Britt felt her loins melt, her excitement grow, and her apprehension spread through her body as she listened to the young stud's words over the phone. 

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Brittany had realized she was a lesbian, or at least bisexual, during her first year of college. She still remembered the thrill, the taste and the tingle of the other girl's lips as the girl had suddenly kissed her mouth in the dorm bathroom during a dorm hall party. They had made out for a couple of minutes before the girl had asked her to come to the girl's room. Once there, after making out some more, Britt felt the pleasure of having her pussy eaten for the first time, and of tasting another woman's cunt as well.

For several days she wondered if she'd just been really drunk and susceptible to be seduced like that, but she also realized that she felt no shame and that she had enjoyed the sex tremendously. She hooked up with that girl again, then a small network of girls in her dorm. 

Brittany also dated men, made out with them, and she gave several blowjobs while in school. She felt no conflict within herself; fortunately for her, she had read a paper recently published by a sex psychologist named Dr. Laura Fredricson. The paper had stated that 80% of homosexual women were actually bisexual, leading young Brittany to realize that enjoying both men and women was natural to her.

She gave up her virginity her Senior year. The guy had been handsome, but his penis was barely six inches long and he had had very little technique. A couple of other guys, including her future husband, had not been any bigger nor better, and she resigned herself to routine, boring sex as she became engaged and then married. She had not cheated on her husband with another man, but had indulged with a few women that came onto her over the past few years.

Her world had been rocked the moment she had met Melina, though she tried fiercely to hide it. She had been very busy with the case of Todd, Ned and the pills. She and Todd had sparred for a good while, and she knew how large his cock was. But Melina had some kind of sexual aura; Brittany could not get Todd's uncle's wife out of her head.

Brittany had liked and had come to respect Don during that case of the pills. So she was thrilled that her recommendation of him to the Town Police Force was acted upon. And her heart surged: she hoped against hope that she might get a shot with Melina... she had felt in her soul that Melina was also bisexual, and that neither Melina's husband nor Todd knew it. She could not have known how Todd knew...

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The strength of her knock on the door to Todd's apartment opened it. Peering inside, Britt called out "Hello!". 

"Come on in." she heard a voice say, faintly as if from a distance. Stepping in, Britt closed the door behind her. 

"Anyone home?" she asked, seemingly to empty space. Britt was wearing a light blue one piece dress with an unnecessary navy blue belt which matched her high-heel navy blue Christian Louboutin pumps. She also wore bright red lipstick, fingernail and toenail polish, which only matched the dress in terms of a patriotic look. She almost gasped out loud when the woman entered the room from Todd's bedroom. It was Melina!

"Hello there." Melina said, her voice low and husky. She was wearing a sheer, see-thru blue negligee and dark blue sandals with 5-inch high heels, a thin y-strap over the ankles and three thin straps in a "love knot" over her toes. Melina's lipstick, fingernail and toenail polish were a dark, blood-red color. Melina's rock-hard nipples were clearly visible through the film of the negligee, and her thick dark pubic bush showed at the hem of the flimsy garmet. Britt's eyes widened at the lovely sight before her, then recovered. 


"Hi." Britt answered. She was frozen, immobilized, not quite knowing what to do next. "Is Todd here?"

"He'll be along later." Melina said, her eyes twinkling, though not as brightly as Britt's. "For now, it's just us girls. And..." she added, stepping slowly up to the lovely policewoman, "that'll give us all the time we need to get... acquainted." With that, Melina slipped her hand around the back of Britt's neck and gently but firmly pressed her mouth to Britt's in a warm kiss.

"Mmmm" Britt moaned as she tasted Melina's lips and felt the sensation of her mouth being invaded by the younger woman's probing tongue. Britt was 33 years old, four years older than Melina at 29 (and 5 years older than Don at 28). Melina was a little bit taller than Britt, but it wasn't long before the naturally dominant tendency in Britt overcame her initial shock and she began returning the kiss as her hands slid around Melina's waist. Melina allowed Britt to take control, wanted to be the submissive partner despite having needed to take the lead in the initial contact.

Breaking the kiss, Melina took Britt's hand in hers. "Let's go into the bedroom." she said. "We'll be much more comfortable in there." 

The bedroom was clean, Britt noted. The queen size bed's sheets were turned down, and they were fresh and clean, to Britt's delight. A small shaded lamp and some candles provided the low, warm, romantic light that bathed the room. At the foot of the bed, Melina turned and deeply kissed Britt again for what seemed several long, lingering minutes.

Their hands were exploring each other. Britt found Melina's breasts under the filmy negligee and began gently cupping then kneading them in her strong hands as Melina's hands roamed Britt's ass then up her sides to her breasts under her dress.

"Ohhhh," Britt whispered as they broke the kiss. "I can't believe... I... that this is finally happen-- I mean..."

"I know." Melina replied, looking into Britt's eyes from only inches away. "I was so flattered that you wanted me... believe me, the feeling is mutual." They kissed again, then Melina backed off, her calves pressing into the end of the bed. She pulled the negligee over her head and stood before Britt's sparkling eyes as they drank in the sight of Melina's naked loveliness. Melina was about to ease herself onto the bed when Britt turned around and said "Unzip me, please?" 

Melina complied, then Britt turned to face her, letting Melina slowly slide the dress off of her shoulders. To her surprise, Britt noticed that Melina's hands were trembling as the younger woman reached for the clasp of Britt's bra between her breasts and twisted it apart. The bra and dress fell to the floor simultaneously in proof of the Law of Gravity but Melina didn't notice; her eyes were transfixed on Brittany's breasts. Medium sized, the nipples strained upwards, bright reddish, mouthwatering...

"Suck them." Britt ordered as Melina cupped her tits. Melina bent her head down and heard Britt moan softly as her mouth kissed and then suckled Britt's left nipple. She began alternating between the older woman's breasts, feeling the pressure of Britt's hand on the back of her head as Britt pushed her tits into Melina's face. 

"Mmmffff... uhhhh!" Melina gasped. Brittany had eased her and down and was sliding ha finger over Melina's soaking wet cuntlips. She gasped again as Britt's finger insistently probed into her vaginal opening, easing back and forth until the finger was buried fully to the knuckle into Melina's hot womanly wetness. After several probes, Britt added a second finger. They probed Melina's pussy walls, then found her G-spot and began rubbing insistently. Melina began gasping and breathing heavily as her juices washed Britt's knuckles.

After a moment of this digital stimulation, Britt suddenly pulled her fingers out of Melina's twat, making Melina gasp again at the unexpected loss of the wonderful invaders. Britt then stepped forward as she gently pushed Melina back, succeeding in making Melina fall back onto Todd's bed. Melina barely had time to scramble back when Britt eased onto the bed and covered Melina's body with her own, mashing her lips onto Melina's with deepening passion.

The two beautiful women kissed deeply for long moments as they explored each other's bodies, the heat between them rising as their breathing grew heavier. It was Britt who broke the kiss and began kissing her way down Melina's neck to her breasts. Gripping Melina's large mammaries in her hands, Britt hungrily devoured the rock-hard nipples, sucking hard on Melina's teats as her hands roughly kneaded the titflesh surrounding them. 

"Ohhhh...." Melina exhaled as Britt finally began kissing and licking her way down Melina's washboard tummy, licking along her nicely defined abs as Melina tightened the muscles. Melina had noticed that while Britt's body wasn't as well defined, Britt was still in fantastic shape, active and strong.

Britt's mouth was making a slow, zig-zag trail towards Melina's crotch. As Britt's tongue felt the hairs of Melina's pubic bush, she settled between Melina's firm thighs and gently pushed them further apart. Taking the hint, Melina spread her legs wide, her knees bent and her feet pushing on the bed.

"I can't wait to taste your pussy, Melina." Britt said. "I've been dreaming of this since the moment I met you. I am really going to work your cunt over, baby." 

"Mmmm, I'm gonna hold you to that, babe!" Melina replied. "Now get in there and eat me!" The permission obtained, Britt dove her head between Melina's legs and right into her pussy lips.

"OHH!!! NNGG!!!" Melina gasped out loud, her hands instinctively grabbing Britt's head and pulling it into her crotch as Britt's tongue slashed over her slit and straight up to her clit. The room was filled with moans, gasps and the slurping of Britt's mouth on Melina's wet pussy as she tongued, licked, kissed and sucked her labes, clit and vaginal rim.

"Ohhhh... Oh GOD! I'm coming!" Melina gasped. Britt immediately sucked Melina's clit into her mouth. Melina almost bounced off the bed. "OH MY GOD!!! OHH!! UNNH!!! UNNH!!! She felt like she was coming apart at the seams as the intense pleasure blasted up her spine and burst behind her eyelids.

"Oh yeahh... that rocked!" Melina gasped. "God, you're one hell of a pussy licker, Britt!" As Britt blushed and said thanks, Melina began sitting up. "Okay, now it's my turn. Lie down on your back."

Britt hastily complied, lying down in the center of the bed where Melina had just been lying. Her heart pounded as Melina sat on her knees between Britt's legs and pushed Britt's thighs up. Britt pulled her legs up and back, then let them fall back down as she spread them very wide. Melina bent down at the hips, still crouched on her knees, and dove into Britt's steaming snatch.

"Oh yes!" Britt moaned. It felt so fucking good! Feeling Melina's tongue lashing at her labes, going deeper, licking up to her clit, then sucking on her labes was pure heaven. She looked down, seeing Melina's beautiful face at the end of her "runway" pubic bush just over her labes. Melina looked angelic as she concentrated on the task of munching Britt's muff. 

Things got a little hazy for Britt as the pleasure of being eaten washed over her. She felt the electric pleasure building up in her clit and into her vagina, which discharged with a powerful shock of orgasm when Melina's fingers dove deep into her pussy and rubbed her G-spot relentlessly. Then came a series of rolling, smaller orgasms, something that happened to Britt very infrequently. 

She became aware of that Melina was shifting position, then the lights dimmed... it was Melina straddling her face, easing them into a sixty-nine position. "Oh yes, this is heaven." Britt said as she began tonguing Melina's quim.

"Mmmmmm, is sure is!" Melina replied, then dove back into her very pleasant task. Soon the women had clamped their mouths onto each other's pussies, their tongue darting in and out of each other's vagina's at the same pace. They giggled together, then Melina began licking Britt's slit and clit as Britt delved her tongue as deep as she could into Melina and licked the walls of her sopping wet cunt.

She lost track of time as they sixty-nined, thinking that a lot of time must've passed. She felt Melina ease up a bit, pressing her ass and cunt into Britt's face and cool air on her thighs where Melina's head had been. Then she felt the contact of skin again and the shock of her slit being roughly tongued again. She felt her clit being sucked, this time much more roughly than before.




Interlude Ch. 03



What the fuck? Britt thought to herself, realizing that something was amiss, even as the pleasure of being eaten continued to wash over her. Just as she pushed up on Melina's ass and thighs, Melina brought herself off of Britt completely and sat on her knees near Britt's right hip. But Britt didn't see that... she was looking between her legs at the pair of eyes staring back into hers. 

It was Todd! Todd was eating her pussy!

Part 12 - Dueling Bodies

"Todd!" Britt gasped. "Oh my God!" Todd was grinning as he planted his mouth to Britt's labes and tongued her cunthole. "Oh Geez!" Britt said again, her voice gasping again. She just watched, her eyes locked with Todd's as he sucked her quim. She could feel Melina's presence at her side, but in her shock had not looked at the other woman. 

Britt's hands went to Todd's head. She gently pulled him into her, letting her hands run through his hair, which was mussed up into a messy "Bad Boy" look. She enjoyed the feeling of the teen stud licking her out, barely noticing that her legs were pulling up and back to give him easier access.

"Oh yeah, that is so beautiful." she heard Melina say. "Eat her pussy, Todd!" Todd was doing that, his face smeared with the wetness of Britt's juices as he hungrily feasted upon the tasty woman before him.

Finally, Todd pulled his face out of Britt's slit and stood up at the end of the bed. Britt and Melina both marveled at the sight of the handsome young teen, his chiseled physique, his handsome face and the "bad boy" hair. The rest of his body was completely shaven, the bareness of his skin making him look even younger than his nineteen years.

"Oh my god, what are you doing here, Todd?" Britt asked involuntarily.

"Well, Britt... can I call you Britt now?... I live here." Todd answered.

"I... I mean--" Britt started.

"You did promise to fuck him if you and I fucked." Melina said, unable to hide her own grin. "And I want to watch! Besides, I'm going to fulfill another of my favorite things to do in just a few minutes. Take off your pants, Todd. Can't you see this woman wants to get fucked?"

Britt's eyes hungrily devoured Todd's body as he lowered his gym shorts, revealing his huge cock. It was already hard, standing out menacingly, a weapon of lust ready to be used to satiate their mutual desires. Britt felt her wet cunt burning with raw desire, a desire for a man... for cock... that she had not felt in years.

Todd did not wait for an invitation; he climbed onto the bed between Brittany's spread legs and mounted her. His mouth mashed onto hers and they locked into a deep kiss. As their tongues twined, Britt tasted her own juices on Todd's lips and tongue, which only served to drive her lust for him even higher. She wrapped her arms tightly around the teen stud, pulling him into her as she sucked hard on his probing tongue.

Todd was dryhumping Britt, gently undulating his hard, muscular ass, sliding his long, thick cockshaft along her sopping wet slit. Britt felt herself pushing up to meet his strokes, pushing her labes against the pulsing shaft sliding along them. She wanted this young man, she wanted his big cock inside her, filling her. With a shock, Britt realized that she also wanted to be the one to pleasure him, she wanted to use her body to sastisfy this man's powerful lusts...

"Mmmm, you two look sooooo good together." Melina said. "Are you ready to take Todd's cock, Brittany?"

"Ohhhh yesssss!" Britt hissed, breaking their kiss, letting Todd's mouth explore her cheek and neck, nuzzling her. "I am so fucking ready!" With that, Melina bent over until her face was inches from Britt's. Todd raised his head, watching them. 

"Have you ever cheated on your husband, Britt? With another man?" Melina asked, her eyes boring into Britt. They were connecting deeply, on a womanly level Britt had never felt before. She could see the lust in Melina's eyes that matched her own. Melina's voice was husky, almost an animal growl, "Have you ever... committed adultery... with a stud like Todd?"

"No." Britt said, "But I don't care. I want to... fuck Todd."

Melina gently kissed Brittany's lips. "It's going to be wonderful, baby. There is nothing like committing adultery, believe me. Just remember: Once he's in, you'll enjoy the sin!!"


"Oh yesss...." Britt hissed, then turned to Todd, who was watching her. "Fuck me, Todd!" Britt gasped. "Get that big thing into me!"

"You want it, Britt? You want my big cock in you?" Todd whispered. He was enjoying his control over the lovely policewoman he'd sparred with for so long, but at the same time realizing that he was finally, at long last fulfilling his own deep desires to copulate with this beautiful woman.

"Yes! Yes, I want it, Todd!" Britt said. Todd raised up just enough to let Britt's hand reach between them and grab his cock. Just as Britt's fingers closed around the thick trunk of cockshaft near the base, she felt another hand. It was Melina, reaching under Todd's ass from behind, massaging his cock and big heavy balls. Britt felt Melina gently squeeze her hand then withdraw it.

"Put it in, babe." Todd said. "You know you want my big dick inside you, Britt! Put it in for me." Todd was trying to act as if he were in charge, in control, but in truth he was about to lose it; he wanted to bury his meat to the balls in Britt's cunt so badly he could hardly contain himself. 

"Oh, yes I do want it!" Britt exclaimed as she used both hands to guide Todd's massive cockhead to her cuntal opening. As soon as the first contact was made, Todd pushed forward, but the head didn't catch and he slid roughly up her slit and over her clit. "Easy babe!" Britt admonished the teen stud. "And go easy with this thing. I've never had anything nearly this big."

Todd kept undulating his hips and ass, forcing Britt to concentrate on getting his cockhead into her. When she got it just into her opening again, Todd pushed forward, burying just the cockhead inside her. It didn't slip and he began to push forward. He was entering her!


"UHHHHHhhhhhhh!!" Britt gasped as she felt Todd's thick cock stretching her cuntwalls as he drove his thick meaty inches into her. "Uhhhh!" She had never felt so full, and Todd only had half his prick inside her. He paused for a second, pulled back slightly, then drove forward again, this time sinking his entire length into the scalding wet depths of her cunt.

"Oh baby, you took it all!" Todd grunted, the pleasure for him as immense as it was for the beautiful woman beneath him. He rotated his hips as he ground his groin into Britt's, making her gasp. His ass rose and fell, and about half his cock glided out of Britt' clinging cunt before slicing wetly back in. 


They began a steady fuck rhythm as Todd's mouth explored Britt's mouth, her neck and occasionally her breasts. He was pushing in hard with every stroke, withdrawing gently then driving his member hard into Brittany again, enjoying the wetness, the heat and the feel of fucking, but more enjoying the feel of his loins united with this woman, now knowing Brittany Maxwell in that most special and intimate of ways.

"Ohhh, you're going so deep." Britt said after a few moments of fucking, as she wrapped her legs around Todd's waist, the backs of her high heels pushing into his muscular, pumping ass to incite him further.

"Feels good, baby." Todd replied. "You like feeling my big chubby balls-deep inside you?"

"Oh yessssssss!" Britt hissed, smiling up at the teen, her eyes sparkling with pleasure, but also merriment. "I think you like it, too, Todd. You really like getting in deep, don't you?" Todd didn't answer, but slammed his mouth back into Britt's in time with one of his driving cock-thrusts. He increased the tempo of his strokes, driving harder and faster into her.

Melina was watching from one side. The sight of two people coupling in front of her was intensely arousing. Their beautiful bodies were bathed in a sheen of sweat, glowing in the light as they fucked furiously. The sexual energy in the room was incredible, and as her fingers slid through her thick pubic bush and rubbed her clit, she reveled in it... in all of it. 

She noticed that at first Todd had been fucking Britt hard, like he really wanted to give it to her, make her feel it, as if in revenge for their months of antagonism... but gradually his body rhythms changed and, unconsciously, his attitude. He was now fucking Britt to pleasure her and himself, to give her the joy of being filled with his huge male meat, and in return feel the ecstasy of copulating with her.

The rutting couple humped lustily, their desires for each other fueled by the long-simmering tensions between them. Britt was returning Todd's efforts, both physically and emotionally, in equal measure. She met his powerful thrusts with equal intensity, her tongue battling with his as they deeply French-kissed. In some ways, their contest was now in their coupling as they attempted to out-do each other and dominate each other... but they were also making passionate love, enjoying each other and each other's bodies, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure.

"UHHHH!" Britt yelled out as her orgasm struck her. It had been building, but the suddenness of the explosion of pleasure inside her surprised her. Her arms tightened around Todd, and so did her clenching cunt. To Todd's shock, it was too much...

"Oh baby, you are so fucking tight." Todd said as Britt tried to catch her breath. " My balls are like fucking rocks. I'm not gonna last very long this first time. I'm gonna come inside you, Britt, gonna fill you up!"

"Yes! Yes, come inside me!" Britt responded. 

"Oh God, UGH! ACHHK!! UNNH! UHH! UHH! UUH!" Todd yelled out as is climax took him. He buried his meat into Britt's quim as the first spurt of thick, heavy semen jetted out of his cock and deep inside her. As jolt after jolt of sperm filled her, the ecstasy of release flooded Todd's senses. Spent, he collapsed onto Britt. He kissed her cheek as his left hand mauled her right breast.

After letting them cuddle silently for a few minutes, Melina softy said "Okay, Todd, get off of her. I want to clean her up."

"Whaa..." Britt said as Todd slid over her and onto the bed next to her. She saw Melina easing between her legs again.

"Mmmm, this is MY treat." Melina said, her voice happy. "I love eating a man's come from a woman's cunt. I can't get enough of this..." With that, Melina buried her face into Britt's freshly fucked pussy.

"Uhh! Easy, honey!" Britt gasped. "I'm really sensitive right now."

"I'm sorry." Melina apologized, "I'll be careful." She licked Britt's swollen labes as softly as she could, and the sigh from the older woman let her know she was getting it right. Soon her tongue was delving deeper into Britt's vagina. The taste of Britt's copious juices mixed with Todd's tangy jism was pure heaven for Melina's mouth. She sucked in and swallowed the thick globs of spunk that oozed onto her searching, swirling tongue, then greedily searched for more.

Todd didn't stay idle. Standing on his knees next to Britt's face, he gently held the back of her head with his left hand and guided his huge, half-hard cock, wet and shiny with their combined fluids, to Britt's mouth. As she enjoyed the taste of a young man's cunt-juice-coated meat in her mouth, she looked up at Todd, her eyes twinkling with pleasure. Todd briefly smiled back, but was concentrating on his cock sliding in and out of Britt's beautiful face. Britt felt Todd's meat hardening again, lengthening again. She was amazed that he was recharging again so quickly after such an intense climax.

Part of the reason Todd was becoming aroused again was the sight before him. Britt's legs were pulled back, her pretty feet in the high heel pumps high in the air, giving Melina total access to her slimy, sperm-filled cunt. Melina was noisily slurping away as if she were starving, her face smeared with juices, small noises of happiness coming from her mewling mouth as she ate out Britt's vagina. 

Todd climbed off the bed and got behind Melina's upturned ass. There was enough room for him to mount her from behind, standing on his knees behind her. He brought the head of his cock to Melina's labes, letting it rub up and down her slick slit then finding the entrance to her womanhood and pushing his meat deep into it.

"Mmmmmmm!" Melina moaned into Britt's cunt as she was penetrated. Todd slid his meat deep into Melina and withdrew almost completely. He grasped Melina's waist, pulled her to him as he drove into her, felt his groin and balls smack Melina's groin and belly with loud thuds, then began fucking her hard and deep, pumping her with a steady rhythm, letting his teen energy flow into the heat of their fucking.

Britt sat up slightly, lowering her legs to the bed, angling slightly to one side as her left asscheek raised slightly off the bed, but not letting Melina lose contact with her juicy twat. As Britt put her hand on Melina's head and pulled her hard into her cum-soaked loins, she and Todd made eye contact. They began using Melina together, Todd fucking her hard from behind while Britt smeared her cunt over Melina's pretty face.

"Doesn't she have a beautiful back?" Todd asked. Britt looked down and understood what Todd was talking about. Melina's back and shoulder blades were well-toned, developed by years of exercise and yoga, and extremely sexy. Todd couldn't get enough of the sight of Melina's back. He loved fucking her like this so he could watch her back and shoulder muscles rippling. He grabbed her hips and began ramming his prick in harder.


"Oh God, that's good!" Melina gasped. She hadn't heard what Todd had said, so she didn't know or care why what got Todd so aroused, but she loved it when he shoved his incredibly huge weapon of lust into her with deep, powerful thrusts. She felt the buildup of a hot orgasm inside her. The smell and taste of Britt's spermy pussy and the power of Todd's hard fucking made her explode.

"OH GOD!!! OH MY FUCKING GOD! FUCK ME TODD! FUCK ME!!!!!" Melina wailed as her body shook violently. Todd pushed into her hard; it felt like her strong cunt was going to push him out of her by force. "Huhh! Huhh! Huhh! Huhh!" Melina gasped as she shivered violently again, the force of her orgasm blasting her into a swirling cloud of pure ecstasy...

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Britt glanced at the bedside clock. It was nearly 2:00am. And the night was still young.

She had watched Todd's youthful body, beads of sweat rolling down his muscled chest and abdomen as he violently fucked Melina for several more minutes before climaxing deep inside her. Though spent, Melina had asked Britt if she'd like to try eating a cream-filled pussy. Brittany ate Melina's pussy as gently as she could, enjoying the unique and delicious taste. Melina relaxed as she was eaten, and Britt was happy to give the beautiful woman as much pleasure as she possibly could.

Some time later, Melina suggested giving Todd a double-decker blowjob. They took turns engulfing his hard cock, then Britt slid up to Todd, her body next to him as Melina settled between the teen's legs and began fellating him with intense passion. Britt and Todd began kissing, making out as they lay side-by-side. Todd gently kneaded Britt's breasts, occasionally bending his head and sucking her aching, sore nipples. 

"I'm going to take a shower." Melina said, getting up from the bed, sensing that Todd and Britt wanted some time alone. "Why don't you ride Todd's cock, Britt?" Todd enthusiastically agreed. Britt did not.

"Mmm, I'd rather have you on top of me Todd." They got into position and Melina headed to the bathroom just as Todd's big cock slid into Britt. 

"Mmm, I love it this way." Britt said, looking into Todd's eyes. "I like being beneath you, having you on top of me and taking me like this." Todd bent down and deeply kissed Britt's mouth.

"It's absolutely my pleasure. So... are we going to be friends? Or go back to being enemies tomorrow?" Todd whispered. He was fucking Britt gently, deeply but very slowly, and they were both really enjoying the slow pace of their coupling as they pillow-talked.

"Friends. For sure. Mmmmmm...." Britt said, kissing the teen's mouth warmly.

"Can I see you again?" Todd asked, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, taking her head in his hands, gently stroking her hair.

"Oooooh, Todd!" Britt said, her hands sliding under his arms and embracing him, her hands firmly pushing his shoulder blades to pull him into her. "Are you asking me for a date?" she said, smiling.

"Uhhh... aren't you a married woman? I meant to say... er, I meant to ask if you want to have sex again." Todd said. Britt giggled, then playfully kissed Todd's lips again.

"Sure." she said, "but I'll have to come up with some good things for you to do for me in trade." Todd grinned in reply.

"Sounds like a good deal." he said as he began stroking his meat into Britt with longer strokes, pulling out farther then slowly sinking back in until he was fully sheathed. He fucked her like this for long moments, deeply, sensuously...

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Six o'clock the next morning. It had been a heavenly night, but it was time to go, Brittany thought as she dressed rapidly. Melina and Todd were asleep on the bed. 

As she applied her makeup at the bathroom vanity, one memory came to her amongst all the wonderful things that had happened the night before: she was remembering Todd ejaculating into her for the second time after their long, slow fuck, feeling his body shudder in climactic ecstasy as he pumped his semen deep inside her.

When she stepped into the main room, she saw Melina in the kitchen, wearing the negligee from the night before. Melina turned to her and smiled.

"Good morning." Melina said. "Coffee?"

"No, thanks. I've got to run. I'm on duty in an hour." Britt replied.

"Awww, okay." Melina said, walking up to her, taking her hands into her own. "We'll see each other again soon, I'm sure." They gently kissed, then Melina walked into the bedroom. After gathering her keys and purse, Britt took one last glance into the bedroom. Melina was lying on the bed, draped over the teen stud's abdomen, sucking his enormous cock. He was half hard and growing under Melina's oral encouragement. After watching that big tool disappear into Melina's beautiful face several times, Britt turned to go. Outside, the sun was just rising. It was going to be a wonderful day.....

Part 13 - The Lightness of Open Marriage

I got home about 11:00am. My wife Melina wasn't there; apparently I had arrived before she had. I spent the time getting some paperwork organized; I would be hard at work with the Town Police on Monday morning.

"Hi there! When did you get home?" I heard a cheery voice calling out. Melina had very quietly entered the house. 

"Just a few minutes ago." I said. Melina was wearing workout clothes, a top that did nothing to hide her sexy back muscles and really outlined her big breasts, and tight-fitting gym pants that went just below her pants. "Been working out?"

"Yes." Melina said. "But the only gym in this town is God-awful. The men hanging out there just leer at the few of us women who dare show up."

"Why don't you start your own gym?" I said half-jokingly. To my surprise, Melina's gray eyes lit up. She came over and wrapped her arms around me.

"That's not a bad idea." she said. "I have such a smart husband." I didn't know if she was being sarcastic or not, but I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her mouth anyway. 

"Did you have a good night last night?" I asked as we headed towards the stairs. Melina was imperceptibly guiding me towards the bedroom.




Interlude Ch. 03



"Yes, and that's why I needed the workout, to loosen up. I'm sore." Melina replied. "How about you? How was your night with Laura?"

"Very good." I replied as we entered the bedroom.

"Oh, just 'very good'?" Melina asked playfully, looking over her shoulder at me. "You'll have to tell me about it. After I take my shower, though. Wha--" She had begun taking off her top but I stepped up behind her and took her into my arms. 

The sight of Melina's shoulders and back had aroused me, even after my long hard night with Laura. I remembered Todd talking about her back so many times, and I had come to appreciate this aspect of Melina's beauty myself. I began nuzzling my wife's neck as I felt up her breasts. The taste of her sweat-salty skin mixed with the remnants of her perfume which wafted into my nose were a sexually intoxicating mix.

"Mmmm, take the shower later, babe." I said into her ear, "I've got something better for us to do right now."

Melina giggled "Didn't Laura give you enough last night? She swore she was going to wear you out!" 

"She did." I replied, still kissing my wife's neck, one hand sliding down to Melina's crotch and squeezing it through her gym pants. "She busted my balls. But what kind of man would I be if I didn't get hot at the sight of my beautiful wife?" 

"Ooo-kay," Melina said as I eased her top over her head. She turned around and kissed me as our hands worked her pants down over her ass and down her legs. Totally naked, Melina sat down at the end of the bed and began opening my pants. I took off my shirt as she fished out my cock and engulfed it into her warm, wet mouth. I stepped out of my pants and we were both totally naked, husband and wife about to have sex.

"Ohh!" I groaned as Melina's mouth slid up and down my shaft. Unbelievably, I was getting hard, even after the intense, ball-draining night of lovemaking with Laura just hours before. 

"Mmm," Melina said, looking up into my eyes as she sucked and jacked my throbbing member, "Was this cock that I'm sucking in Laura's pussy last night? Did you put this prick into Laura's cunt? her mouth? Did you fuck another woman with this cock last night?"

"Uhhh... yesss...." I managed to gasp as I watched and felt my wife fellating me. 

"Oh yeah?" Melina asked huskily, "Do you know how fucking hot that makes me Don? Sucking on your cock after you sank it into Laura's pussy?" Melina let her lips slide down the base of my shaft then kiss and suck on my poor, aching balls. "Did Laura's pussy juices soak this big cock, Don? Did Laura's juices wash down these balls?"


"Unnh! God dammit, bitch!" I gasped, but Melina continued relentlessly.

"Did Laura drain these balls, Don? Did she leave me anything at all?......unnh.... oh yeah...." She sucked my cock deep and hard for a long moment, then licked over the head. 

"DO you know how hot it makes me, thinking of you fucking her? Fucking Laura? God, she's so hot!" Melina's mouth descending hard on my cock, engulfing my entire shaft as she began sucking hard and deep, the intensity of her blowjob matching the intensity of her desires. In the pleasure of the moment, the meaning of her last sentence totally escaped me.

I still don't know how she does it, but even as she was sucking, I felt the condom being unrolled onto my cockshaft by her tongue as she fellated me. Almost like magic... actually it must BE magic, my cock was sheathed and ready to penetrate my wife's pussy.

"Do you want to eat my cunt, Don?" Melina asked. "It's still full of Todd's spunk. I haven't had a chance to clean it out." She was climbing back onto the bed, totally naked, not even any shoes on her feet. 

"No, I think I'll fuck some sloppy seconds." I said, giving the answer she already knew I was going to make. "Get on your hands and knees, though. I'm going to fuck you like a dog!"

"Mmmm, yeah, do it! Fuck me like the bitch in heat I am!" Melina said, using the filthy words that I'd just restrained from using. She was totally hot. I eased behind her upturned ass, marveling at it's mouthwatering heart shape, her cunt open and sopping wet under the deep cleft separating the firm, round cheeks of her magnificent ass. I fit the head of my condom-sheathed cock to her slit and into her cunthole and drove forward as I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me. My cock slammed into my wife's deep cunt, our groins smashing together hard with a loud *smack!*

"Oh sweet God, that's so good!" Melina growled. I began a hard fast rhythm, gripping Melina's waist firmly right where her hips flared out and pulling her hard into me as I drove forward again and again and again. I fucked my wife hard, needing the violent thrusting to keep the intensity up, enjoying the pleasure of the sheer, raw fucking I was pumping into her.

"Oh yes, fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!" Melina gasped, working with me to slam herself back into me and meet my driving thrusts. She was really getting into it, and seconds later I felt the first of her orgasms, her cunt clamping down on me, her body shivering. 

Sweat poured down my face and I could see her body glowing with perspiration as we ardently rutted together. The muscles of Melina's back rippled as she came. She was struggling to hold herself up on her elbows and knees. I bent over and began kissing and nibbling on her back, between her shoulder blades. Then I pushed forward, forcing Melina to collapse on her belly. I went with her, staying inside her and kept pushing my cock into her in this "snake" position, tremendously enjoying the feel of my groin pushing hard against the sweet cheeks of my wife's ass as I pumped away... 

My climax was hard to reach, but once it started it was like a runaway freight train. "Uhhh, I'm coming!" I gasped, feeling the rising pain break into the ecstasy of release. I ejaculated what little semen I had left into the condom with a few short, stabbing thrusts into Melina's pussy, then collapsed on top of her.

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We were dozing, lying together on our sides in the "spooning" position, Melina's ass pressing gently into my groin, her back into my chest, my arm around her, holding her protectively, warmly, occasionally feeling her breast. My cock had long since deflated, but the condom still clung loosely to it. I began gently kissing my wife's neck and back until she stirred. She reached up and back with her hand and slid it around the back of my neck, then turned her head and joined her lips with mine in a deep kiss.

"Mmmmm" Melina said sleepily, "If spending the night with Laura makes you throw a fuck like that into me, I'm going to send you to her a lot more often." I said nothing as I kissed her again. We made out for a while, then Melina turned to face me. Still holding her in my arms, I french-kissed her, our tongues lazily twining.

"So...." Melina said, her eyes looking into mine. "What do you think about this open marriage thing we're apparently doing in spite of ourselves."

"Oh gosh.... I dunno...." I fell back, looking at the ceiling. Melina rested her head on my chest. "I think I'm liking it, so far." I finally said. "How about you?"

"It's good." she said. "but kind of scary, too." She looked up at me, her chin resting on my right nipple. I nodded, understanding completely. Melina continued, "There was I time I would've killed you if you'd slept with another woman behind my back. But I was really glad, and I was happy for you, that you got to sleep with Laura. And now.... well, next time you better let me watch you fuck Laura, especially if you want to watch me fuck some young stud again!" Her eyes glowed with amusement.

"Sounds like a good deal." I said, then kissed her. "Okay, let's go take that shower now..."

Finis



Interlude Ch. 04



Interlude 4

The Interludes are a series of vignettes, intended to develop some new characters while preparing for a future series of mystery stories with fun plot twists. I hope you will enjoy the sex along the way. Please do provide feedback on what sex scenarios you would like to read about.

If you have not read the "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapters 1 and 5, you may wish to do so before reading the "Interlude" series.

I understand the comments of those who say they don't understand the actions and interactions of the main characters Melina and Don... that's okay; I hope you'll keep reading, as all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place over the course of the stories.

Note: there are some portions of this story that might give offense to some readers. This is part of the set-up for future stories, and no offense to anyone of any ethnicity is intended by the author.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. 

Part 1 - A Death In The Family

6:50am, Thursday morning. It was early September, just a few days past the Labor Day weekend. I was in the Major Crimes Department (MCD) room of the Town Police Headquarters, drinking my coffee as I read the morning newspaper. It was devoid of interest as far as local concerns. School had started back and the town had felt the impact of the rush of students coming in like a hurricane striking after a lazy, slow summer. Fortunately, MCD had nothing big going on, which allowed me to get more involved in the IT aspects of my job. Upgrades to the servers were already happening.

At that moment, Chief Griswold suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Come to my office." he said shortly, his voice not friendly as it usually was. I hurried behind him to his office. Inside was the Police Chaplain. "Close the door." he said as I entered. I did so, filled with foreboding at the very unusual nature of these proceedings. "Have a seat." I sat down in one chair in front of the desk as the chaplain sat in the other.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Don." said the chief as he sat down behind his desk. "We just received a call that your father has passed away."

"How?" I asked involuntarily, naturally shocked by the news.

"It looks like he passed away peacefully in his sleep. They suspect a heart attack, but they're not sure." the chief said. "Your mother told the police there that you worked here, so they gave me the call for her."

The chief told me to take a few days off, which meant to get the hell out of there and go take care of my family needs. I called Melina on my cell phone, telling her to meet me at home. I called Todd as well, telling him to pack a bag and come over to our house. At home I told them the sad news. We packed some things and Todd rode with us as we headed out to my childhood hometown.

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The town of Apple Grove was a picturesque, quintessential small town of about 10,000 religious, self-reliant people. It was the perfect place for a stern, religious man like my father, but truth be told, I was happy to leave it for college. Though Melina and I visited my parents a few times a year, I felt like I hadn't been here in a very long time as I returned for my father's funeral.

It was nearly 11:00pm. We were just returning to my mother's house after the visitation, which some call the "wake". I had expected a busy time since we'd arrived the previous morning. However, we found that most of the arrangements had already been made by my father's former law firm -- he had been a lawyer and pretty much a one-man show in this town, then in the last few years he took on partners to which he sold out the practice -- and there was little for the family to do except to wearily accept the condolences of people I'd long since forgotten about, introduce my wife and nephew, and try not to show my boredom of repeating my life story a multitude of times.

"I need a drink." my mother said as we entered the house. "Who wants to join me?" I was in shock -- my mother, drinking? Melina was already enthusiastically accepting the offer, so I had no chance to say anything. We went into my dad's study. His desk was on the far side of the room, dominating it. My mom had a small, unobtrusive secretary-desk in the opposite corner. Like many families, the kitchen table served her when she needed more space. 

Obeying Mom's command, Todd and I sat down in two chairs. Mom took out her keys, selected a small one and unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk, and proceeded to pulled out a bottle of Scotch, a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, and a bottle of Amaretto DiSaronno. Melina brought in four glasses from the kitchen, and with her back to us blocking our vision, poured me a "Godfather" (amaretto and Scotch), neat scotch for herself, a "Godmother" (vodka and amaretto) for Mom, and since Todd was nineteen I cannot discuss what he might have been drinking.

"Ah, that's good." Mom said, taking a long swig of her drink. She then peered over at me. "No, Don, your father never knew that I liked to have a drink every once in a while. Oh, I made sure he never found out."

My mother Phyllis was 22 when she had Elizabeth and 30 when I came along, making her 58 now. My father was eight years older than her, dying at age 66. Mom looked like an older version of my sister Elizabeth, with the same medium height, big breasts, and shapely legs, but her face had a hawkish sharpness whereas Elizabeth's face was (deceptively) softer. If I'd had to choose, I'd have said Elizabeth was the prettier woman, but Mom was indeed attractive. Her hair was originally brown, lighter than Elizabeth's, but now had plenty of gray, which actually looked very pleasing. Mom wore her hair straight and fairly short, cut to hang just above her shoulders. She wore wire-frame octagonal glasses, giving her the "schoolmarm" look.

Mom was in very good shape for her age, thanks to exercise, especially tennis and golf at the Country Club. She had very little fat on her shapely body, and I suspect she could keep up with much younger women. She had told Melina a few years ago that she had been inspired by Melina's fantastic physique to improve her own. 

Mom was wearing all black: dress, stockings, and pumps. If it were not for the somber occasion and if she were smiling, she would look very seductive. For that matter, Melina was wearing a black dress, but sheer/nude stockings and low heel black pumps, not overly severe. And as my wife could make a burlap sack look hot on her luscious body, she certainly looked fine in her black clothes.

My father, whose name was Douglass, had been slender and bald on the top of his head, with hair still growing on the sides and back of his head. With his glasses and fairly tall height, he looked more like a school professor than the lawyer he was. He was also a deeply religious man, evangelical in his outlook. I could never tell if he was disappointed in me for not expressing the same levels of religious fervor that he did, but he had learned from the total failure of trying to pour the Gospel into an unwilling and rebellious Elizabeth to not be so driving of it with me. Good thing.

He had not only sold out his law practice, but had profited from other investments which enabled him to retire early, but he had not really discussed those investments with me. He only told me vaguely that Mom would be taken care of if he died first. But as executor of his will, I was soon to find out everything.

I attempted to cover up my surprise at seeing Mom drink, but I was clumsy in doing so. "Well, Mom, are there any more secrets we should know about now?" I immediately felt discomfort spread about the room as well as disapproval from Melina. But then Mom spoke.

"To be honest... yes, there are more secrets. And some things that you need to know, Don." Mom said. "But I think we'd better save those for tomorrow, after the funeral. It's at two o'clock. Meanwhile, Don and Todd, I've hardly had a chance to talk to either of you, and I want to hear how school is going for you, Todd, and hear about your new job, Don." 

Todd and I discussed in vague terms what we were doing with our lives, obviously omitting those secrets of our own. Mom had talked to Melina privately and extensively on two occasions since we arrived, and I idly wondered what the "girl talk" was about. 

I was beginning to feel tired, hoping that we could all go to bed soon. Melina and I were sleeping in my old room, which fortunately had a new queen size bed; while Todd was staying in his mother's old room. These rooms shared "Jack and Jill" bathrooms between them: separate washrooms and a common bathtub/shower. Elizabeth's room had been completely re-done: new bed, new paint, new furniture... it was a guest room now, with not a single trace of my sister's presence remaining. 

I had also noticed, but only now thought seriously about it, that there were no pictures of Elizabeth anywhere. There had been in the past, on the walls, and in frames sitting on pieces of furniture. My boyhood pictures were still where they'd always been, including on my father's desk in this room. But it was as if all traces of my sister had been scrubbed from this house that was her childhood home.

It was close to midnight when Mom brought our general chatter to a close. We'd all had several drinks by now, and were feeling the effects. Mom asked Melina and Todd to return the glasses to the kitchen, and to speak with me alone. Once we were alone and the door shut, Mom got to the point.

"Son, have you heard anything about Elizabeth lately? About Ned?" she asked. 

"No, Mom." I replied. "As far as I can tell, they're still in Europe somewhere. With this new police job I have access to more tools to try and find them."

Mom let out a sigh. "It's just as well that she's not here." she said, and for a moment I detected bitterness in her voice before she controlled it. "Although... your father would've forgiven her and welcomed her back if she'd walked in the house. Not me, though"

"Whaaa...." I said, totally shocked at this admission from my mother. She looked up at me sharply.

"I am convinced that your sister's actions were the main reason Douglass's health failed so rapidly these last few months. Oh, I know he was sick for some time -- he tried to hide it from me, but a wife knows -- but he was just fine until June." 

"Yeah, Mom, I know." I said. 

"No, you don't know." Mom said, her speech beginning to slur slightly. "Your father always had a remnant of hope that somehow Elizabeth would return to us, but I think it was more to relieve his feeling of having failed to raise her properly than out of real love for his daughter. And when he heard about the vile, wicked things she did last summer... he knew that he'd truly failed. That's what broke him, son."

"I understand, Mom." I said. "Look, it's really late. Why don't we talk more about it tomorrow, okay?" I helped Mom stand up and gently guided her up to the door of her room. I hugged her warmly, feeling her press her body into mine much harder than I'd felt her ever do before. We separated and I went into my room after her bedroom door closed. 

Melina was lying on the bed, totally naked. She stood up and embraced me, kissing my mouth. I instantly knew from the slightly different taste of her what had happened as I'd talked to Mom.

"Geez, Melina, " I said, "Don't tell me you fucked Todd while I was talking to Mom."

"Almost." Melina replied, standing in front of me and massaging my shoulders in her strong hands. "Our goodnight kiss turned into a make-out session. I ended up sucking his cock a little bit... but just  a little bit. He didn't come."

"You tease." I said, grinning. "Did you leave that boy with a hard-on, and now he has to take care of himself?" Served my bastard nephew right, I thought to myself... then wondered why such an evil thought had entered my head.

"Maybe." Melina said, smiling back at me, but mysteriously. "Meanwhile, why don't you get ready and let's hit the sack. I'm exhausted."

"Me, too."

Part 2 - Deep Shock

I was disoriented as I woke up. It was nearly pitch black, only the slightest trace of light from outside coming through the window. I sat up, wary and uneasy. I thought I had heard a strange noise, but maybe that was from my now-forgotten dream.

Melina was lying on the bed next to me, sound asleep. I got up and headed towards the bathroom. As I opened the door, I stopped. Another sound, this time unmistakeable. It sounded like it was coming from Elizabeth's old room. I went through the bathtub room of the Jack-and-Jill bathroom and into the vanity on that side. There were now unmistakeable noises coming from the bedroom. Peeking through the barely open door, I gasped aloud as my eyes took in the sight.

One small bedside lamp was on. I had a side view of the bed very near the door, and on it was my nephew Todd, naked, with a pair of slender, shapely female legs wrapped around his torso, her feet crossed above the small of his back. The muscular teen stud was pistoning his huge meat into the woman's cunt with powerful, purposeful strokes. Even as I looked down, I instinctively knew who she was.

It was my mother. My nephew was fucking his own grandmother!

I reeled in total, abject shock. I knew that Todd would fuck just about any woman that was breathing, but to see him on top of Mom, his hard muscular ass bobbing rapidly up and down as he plowed her cunt into a hot creamy lather, his mouth nuzzling her neck with hot kisses as he held her and pumped her, was beyond even the kinkiest of things I had ever imagined in my life.

Even though I had fucked my sister Elizabeth, and against her will at that, I had not thought of my mother in sexual terms. In addition, Mom had always been so prim and proper, always the seemingly religiously stern wife and mother... and now... now I could hardly believe that I was seeing her in this sexual way, committing incest with her own grandson. As I watched her, her head back and her chin up, her mouth hanging open and moaning in obviously joyful pleasure as she rutted hungrily with her handsome teen grandson, I realized I was seeing a pent-up explosion of intense sexual energy being released with vindictive purpose.

"Like that Grandma?--ow!!" Todd gasped as Mom dug her fingernails hard into his side.


"Call me Phyllis like I told you to, boy." my mother grunted. "Now give it to me! Fuck me, you young hung stud--mmmmfff!" Todd cut off her dirty talk by slamming his mouth to hers, and I could see that he was working his tongue into his grandmother's mouth, exploring it as she greedily sucked on his probing oral muscle. 

I just watched, reveling in the sight of their mating bodies, but not being aroused. As hot as the scene before me was, I still hadn't gotten past the fact that it was my mother being fucked by her grandson. 

Mom's legs slid apart and off Todd's back, her knees still bent back and her feet pushing against the sides of Todd's powerful thighs and his hips as he fucked her with hard, short thrusts. His back and her legs glowed with a sheen of sweat. I couldn't see much of Todd's cock plunging in and out of Mom's cunt, but I knew that her vagina was being filled and stretched by the teen stud's incredibly huge cock. 

Todd broke their kiss and leaned down and began sucking Mom's left nipple, then gave her other breast equal attention. As the boy alternated between her hard, straining nipples, I began seeing my mother sexually, as a woman, for the first time. 

For a 58-year-old woman, Mom looked remarkably good. Her body was gloriously healthy, her legs and feet shapely, her abdomen firm though not a hardbody like Melina. Her arms were very slender, and her hands showed her age more than anything else. As the wet slurping sounds of Todd's big cock slicing in and out of Mom's sodden cunt assailed my ears and the smell of their fucking wafted into my nose, I felt my cock begin to stir and lengthen as the blood engorged it.

Suddenly I felt a hand on the small of my back, then Melina's head slid under my shoulder so that she could get a peek. My wife gasped audibly as eyes took in the sight of her mother getting fucked by the handsome teen stud. Fortunately, neither of them heard my wife, and together we watched as the lovers raced to their inevitable conclusion.

"Uhhh... not going to last too much longer inside you, Grandma-- Phyllis!" Todd gasped. "Your cunt is too fucking hot, Phyllis! I'm gonna come inside you soon." Todd raised up slightly, pushed Mom's legs back and hooked his arms under them. Her ankles were resting on the teen's broad, muscular shoulders as he settled over her in a push-up position. The young stud began fucking Mom with a renewed burst of raw power.

I could now see Todd's huge cock as it plunged in and out of my mother's cunt. As always, I was awestruck by the unbelievable length and thickness of my nephew's weapon of lust. Equally amazing was that my mother was taking every hard thrust of that massive thing into her snug womanhood, accommodating his meaty inches fully into her warm, wet depths. 

I momentarily forgot who I was watching, and just enjoyed the sight of that big cock slicing in and out of a stretched pussy, hearing the staccato slaps of his loins against the back of her thighs and his enormous, low-hanging balls wetly smacking her ass. 

Todd began fucking Mom even harder, with shorter, even more violent strokes. Melina and I both knew from experience that he was very close to climaxing, that soon he would be pumping his hot teen sperm into his grandmother's well-abused cunt. I idly wondered if Todd would pull out or if he'd hose her cunt walls with his hot lava, and I didn't have long to wait to find out: it happened. And he didn't pull out.

"Uh! UNNH!!" Todd gasped as he began climaxing. The young stud slammed deep into Mom, now just pushing his buried cock against her cuntlips as he ejaculated blast after blast of hot semen deep inside Mom's twat.

"Yes!" Mom gasped, "Come inside me, Todd! Fill me up! OHHH!!!!!" She was coming also, her body quivering as her gasps matched those of the boy on top of her coming inside her.

I had been mesmerized, but the spell broke as I felt a violent tug on my arm. Melina was pulling at me. She practically pulled me through the bathrooms and back into our bedroom.

"Lie down on the bed." my wife commanded. I barely had time to do so when Melina sprang on top of me. I felt the condom rapidly roll down my cockshaft, immediately followed by being engulfed in my wife's hot, clutching cunt. Melina slammed down so hard on my groin that it hurt, and then she began relentlessly pumping her pussy up and down my shaft.

"Oh God, that was so fucking hot!" Melina exclaimed. I was still reeling from it, and now Melina's obvious, intense arousal at the sight stunned me more. My erection was barely stable enough for Melina to slide up and down upon, and when I heard her gasp "C'mon Don, drive it up into me!" I knew I had to take quick action.

I suddenly rolled sideways, taking Melina to the bed beside me. I sidled up to her, my hand sliding over her cuntbush and driving two fingers into her sopping wet hole.

"You liked seeing that?" I asked my wife, then slammed my mouth onto hers. "You liked watching Todd fuck my mother?" My fingers were driving in and out of Melina's twat, scraping her upper vaginal wall in the search for her g-spot and rubbing over it.

"Oh God! Oh yes!" Melina gasp, pushing her pussy up against my fingers as I thrust them into her. I added a third finger, which was a tight fit, driving my hand hard and fast in and out of her quim as she gasped and shuddered... and came, hard.




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"Unnnh!!! Oh yeahhhhhhh!!!" Melina cried out, obviously not caring if anyone heard her. Her body convulsed violently several times, then she began gasping for air as she came down from her climax. I began slowing down my hand thrusts until they became gentle but still deep thrusts. Finally Melina reached her hands up, wrapped them around my neck, and pulled my face down to hers for a long, deep kiss. I reveled in the taste of my wife's mouth as I kissed her passionately, our tongues sliding hotly against each other's then slowing to a much slower, lazier pace to match my hand's now barely-moving strokes into her pussy...

Part 3 - The Reverend Jonas Oldeeds

The next morning was Saturday. I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking for breakfast. I quickly showered, noticing that Todd had already been in the shower before me. I dressed, then woke Melina up so that she could get ready. Going downstairs, I found my mother and Todd cooking a big breakfast: eggs, bacon, pancakes. My mouth watered, though the memory of the night before flooded my mind as I entered the room.

"Good morning, Son." Mom said brightly, coming over and kissing my cheek. "Is Melina coming down?"

"Yes," I said, "she'll be here in a few minutes."

"Yes, women take longer to dress. You men just throw anything on and go with it." Mom said, in a remnant of her old, stern ways. "I'll be surprised if I can get Todd to wear decent clothes at all today." I could tell she was teasing Todd, and his grin showed that he knew it, too.

"Just for you, Grandma." Todd said, coming over and kissing her on the cheek. "I'll be a good boy today, just for you." 

"Thank you, honey." Mom said just as Melina came in. My wife was dressed in a black dress, different from the previous day's dress. The clingy material did nothing to hide the lovely curves of her body. The hem was a proper length but still above the knee, which showed off her lovely legs sheathed in sheer black pantyhose. She wore very high heel matte black pumps which looked formal, but her sexual aura filled the room. 

I had not come the night before, and I felt the stirrings of lust and desire. I wanted to fuck Melina right then and there.

After breakfast Mom dressed, also in black, with a veil over her hat. Her dress also showed off her big breasts and her legs, but her stockings were actually very tiny fishnets that looked sheer from a distance but was a sexy netting when viewed close-up. I found myself admiring my mother's legs, then wondered to myself what the hell I was thinking...

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Guests began arriving. I was touched at how many friends came up from Town. Laura was there, looking tall and elegant in black, with a veil net on her hat. Chief Griswold was there, as was Commissioner Dexter Robinson. Robinson was wearing his formal police uniform, the only one to do so. Tanya Perlman, Hugh Hewitt, and Cindy Ross from my team had come up, and of course Brittany Maxwell had made the journey with them. 

After I made introductions of everyone to my mom, to my surprise she took Laura and Melina into the study for a private conversation, and it soon became apparent that it was going to take a while. So I sat around with my police friends. Todd had gone off somewhere, which was fine with me.

It was with a bit of fanfare that several big limousine SUVs rolled into the driveway. I realized who it was as everyone got out. From the middle vehicle a lovely blonde got out, followed by a handsome man in his forties, with a full head of black hair, and a semi-permanent soft smile on his face. He was the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds.

Oldeeds was a world-famous tele-evangelist. His career had begun when he was in his twenties, and I knew that my father had been one of his earliest supporters and benefactors. As the Oldeeds empire of inspirational books, tapes, CDs/DVDs, television shows, and appearances grew, he did not forget those who helped him in his beginning, and he remained in touch with my father for over 20 years. Now somewhere in his forties, he had an arena at his church that seated 15,000 people, always filled to capacity as his sermons broadcasted across the Nation and the World.

I knocked on the door to the study, poked my head inside, and told my mother he was here. She scowled, but told Laura and Melina that she would have to greet him.

I opened the door and allowed Rev. Oldeeds and his entourage into the house. Thankfully, my mother swiftly came up behind me just as Oldeeds was telling me how he remembered me as a teenager. She endured his rather prolonged verbal gestures of condolences, then asked me to introduce my wife and my friends to him. As I did, I noticed that his eyes wandered over the women's bodies, especially Melina's. 

Almost everyone in my group was obviously impressed that the famous tele-evangelist was there, much less that he was a friend of my father's. Except Melina. I'd seen her like this on rare occasions. Her eyes looked like they could burn through something, and her mouth was set in a firm not-quite-smile, not-quite-frown. I knew it meant she was on a level of "alert" that she rarely went to, but I had no idea why. What I also could see was that Melina was not trying very hard to conceal her obvious contempt for Jonas Oldeeds, but if he noticed he didn't let on. He was too busy checking out her luscious legs.

"Don, I wonder if I might have a few words with you, alone." Oldeeds said after an appropriate amount of introductions and time for small talk. I told Mom that we'd be in the study for a few minutes, then I escorted him there. As I closed the door, he rather arrogantly took the seat behind my father's desk as if it were his, forcing me to take one of the other chairs.

"Don, I'm so sorry about your loss." he said. I acknowledged him politely, knowing that condolences were not the reason he wanted to talk to me. Thankfully, he did get right to the point.

"Don, your father was very kind to me in the early years of my career." Oldeeds said, his words flowing and smooth, his smile set. "He helped me financially in the beginning. What he might not have told you is that he was one of the original eight members of my Board of Trustees. Those eight men and I created a special trust fund for each of them. As you can understand, that fund has grown quite considerably over the years."

"I'm sure it has." I said. I don't know if he detected my slight note of sarcasm.

"Since your father has passed on, his trust fund will now begin making payments to your mother." Oldeeds continued, "I wanted to let you know that she will be well taken care of for the rest of her life. The fund is adequate to meet her needs no matter what the economy does, and they will be making monthly payments to her, beginning the first of next month. As you are the executor of your father's will, the paperwork for this will come your way, and monthly statements will come to you as well as to her." 

"I see." I said. "I'm very grateful that she'll be taken care of so well." I said, mostly out of politeness, but glad for the news for my mother.

"Yes, your father was very good to me, and I always let him know that his family would never have to worry should something happen to him. He was a true man of the Lord." 

"Thank you, sir." I said, somewhat wanting to end the conversation. The Rev. Oldeeds had never struck me as the true man of God he publicly showed himself to be, and I was eager to move on and greet other guests as they arrived.

"Well, that's all I wanted to tell you." he said. "By the way, I contacted your church's minister and he has been kind enough to allow me to say a few words at the funeral. If that is okay with you, that is."

"You'll have to check with my mother, but I'm sure it'll be okay." I said, knowing this was the politically correct answer all the way around.

"Oh-- by the way," Oldeeds said, as if it were a sudden thought, "I didn't see your sister Elizabeth when I came in. Is she here?"

"Uh, no, she's not." I said. "I don't think she'll be able to make it today." I volunteered no more information.

"Ah, that's unfortunate." Oldeeds said. He had not asked further about Elizabeth, which meant to me that he must already know something about the recent incidents with her. "She was such a sweet girl many years ago, very devoted to the Lord." the evangelist continued. "We spent a good bit of time studying the Bible. I was hoping to be able to see her again."

"Unfortunately, it doesn't look like that will be possible." I said, getting up from my chair to show that this line of conversation would be ending. "Why don't we rejoin the guests, Reverend? I'm sure they are eager to hear from a man of your stature." 

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We went to the church for the reception and family lunch. Most of the men of all ages were noticing Melina, which made me proud, and many tried to spend some time talking to her. Todd was running interference as her bodyguard whenever I had to tend to other guests, such as the old women who wanted to re-tell me every embarrassing story of my childhood. Laura spent quite a bit of time near me, and I found myself introducing her to people more than I was introducing my own wife.

I noticed that some of the conversations were about "that man in the military uniform." I made sure to spend some time talking to Commissioner Robinson in front of them.

"I appreciate you coming, Commissioner." I told him.

"Glad to do it." he said. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. I'm curious, though -- why did you choose to wear your formal uniform?"

"Ah, son, I think you know." he said. I nodded. I did know. Commissioner Robinson was a black man, a rarity in the hamlet of Apple Grove, and the all the old, white friends of my parents were somewhat agog that one of "those people" was at my father's funeral. Wearing his formal uniform mitigated (considerably) some of the chatter about him by those old white ladies. 

"Yes. I'm glad you came, though. These people in this God-forsaken town need a bit of a shake up." Commissioner Robinson smiled.

"Yes, and I think they're going to get one. Your nephew Todd is quite a sensation with some of the ladies here... and their husbands are none too amused." 

I laughed, having observed the same thing myself. "Think we can sell the rights to a TV show?" I asked. "Already been done." Robinson replied wistfully. The commissioner and I continued to talk for a few more minutes until my mother came and got me to get ready to go into the church for the funeral.

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The funeral was somber and sad, as to be expected, but the preacher's words of remembrance of my father's life and good deeds were comforting to everyone, I think. As the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds got up to say a few inspirational words, a murmur of recognition went through the crowd. His words were indeed inspirational to the deeply religious audience.

Once back home, I talked some more with my police friends from Town and then they all left to go back home. Mom had disappeared into the study again with Laura and Melina, making me wonder what all that girl talk was about. 

Todd had indeed spent some of his day talking with several of the married women of the church, especially the attractive MILFs. These women had noticed his considerable package in his pants, which he did not try to hide, and they'd flirted with him. 

"Well, Todd," I asked when we were alone at the house, "did you get a date for tonight?" He laughed.

"No, Uncle Don. Not tonight." he replied. "Aunt Melina told me to hang out here.... No, I don't know why. But I did get a couple of phone numbers, and I might come up here next weekend." His voice dropped to a whisper. "You know Cheryl Starnes?" he said, mentioning a very attractive married woman that had been in Elizabeth's high school class.

"Yes." I said. "She's pretty hot."

"Yep. And she is hot for cock." Todd said, sure of himself. "She gave me her phone number and I'm definitely going to get nuts deep in her."

"Good luck." I said. "Make sure to tape it so I can watch." 

"You are one dirty pervert, Uncle Don." Todd said. As I laughed, he then inexplicably said "but I wonder just how perverted you could really be." I was struck silent, suddenly remembering Todd fucking Mom the night before. I said nothing as Todd got up and walked out of the room.

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Jonas Oldeeds came by the house again, saying goodbye to me and to Mom before moving out in his caravan. She was visibly relieved when he was gone. Melina also seemed to relax a bit after his departure. Laura and Melina had changed clothes to more comfortable wear and were cooking supper. As the sun was setting, I found myself alone in the study with Mom again.

"I'm so glad that son of a bitch Oldeeds is gone." Mom said suddenly. We had been talking about many of the people at the funeral and what they were doing with their lives. Meager stories, some of them. Small town stories that I was glad not to be living myself. Then she had blurted that out.

"Oh, why?" I asked, stunned by my mother's language.

"He's a real piece of crap." Mom said. "Your father just loved him when he was young. Helped him out financially, even when we really couldn't afford it. But that man is really a snake. He fucked me, you know."

"Whaaa..." I gasped, unable to believe what I had just heard... the word "fucked" as much as the content it represented.

"Yes. He'd been drinking, which your father seemed to overlook. Jonas was constantly making passes at me when your father wasn't looking. One time he just bent me over the table and fucked me-- oh, am I bothering you using the word 'fuck' in front of you?"

"Er, no Mom. I'm just surprised to hear you say it."

"Get used to it, honey. Anyway, the bastard fucked me. He fucked several other wives... and daughters... as well. I didn't tell Douglass about him taking me -- he probably wouldn't have believed me. But that was nothing, I didn't mind having a man fuck me, though it would've been hell if Douglass had caught us. But Elizabeth... that was different."

"What?!?!" I almost yelled. "Oldeeds molested Elizabeth?" It was one of those moments where you just know what you're hearing is true. I knew in my soul from some unknown answer from the Universe that it was true. And it explained why Oldeeds had asked about Elizabeth earlier today, and why he might have continuing interest in her.

My mother sighed. "I don't know, Son." she said. "I don't know, not for sure. But Douglass took Elizabeth several times to Oldeeds' church for bible camps, and Oldeeds and Elizabeth spent time alone-- way too much time alone-- supposedly studying the Bible together. Douglass was so blind he'd never dream of it, but I knew something was wrong... a mother knows. Elizabeth was already sexually active, and that's just the kind of thing she'd do to throw religion back in our faces. But I don't know for sure. I guess it's better that I don't."

I was in shock with this information. I knew Elizabeth was wild, but being molested by a preacher, even willingly, was not something a growing, developing girl should have had to endure.

I noticed my mother studying me. "You've turned out well, though, Don." she said. "You're handsome, you have good friends in that police unit, and Melina is a wonderful woman." 

"Thank you, Mom." I said, but reeled in shock at her next words.

"Of course, Melina is not your true soulmate." Mom said. "Though she's here, too."

I guess my shock was obvious to Mom as she looked at me. "Yes, Son, I'm talking about Laura. The way you two looked at each other today was obvious to the world... well, to anyone paying attention..... yes, I could tell... who do you think you inherited your powers of observation from, hmmm?" I laughed nervously at that as Mom smiled defiantly.

Mom got up and stood over me. "I love you, Son." she said, then bent down to kiss me -- right on the mouth! I didn't move as Mom pressed her lips to mine for a long second. It was not the kiss of a mother... but of a lover.

"Come, Son, let's go help get dinner ready." I eagerly complied, not understanding what the heck was going on around me.

Part 4 - The Ultimate Perversion

Laura joined our table for dinner that night. We had plenty of food brought by friends from my parents' church, and both wine and stronger drinks were flowing frequently. My mother was sitting at the head of the table, with Laura to her left and Melina to her right. Somehow, I was seated next to Laura while Todd sat next to Melina. On a couple of occasions I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Todd's hand was wandering over to Melina's classically firm thigh and rubbing it. While I did not make such a pass at Laura, her voice was warm and husky as she talked to me.

As the evening wore on, I began to feel exhausted. The alcohol I had been drinking had the effect of making me sleepy. Strangely, I was also feeling aroused sexually, though I attributed that to not having climaxed in a few days. Todd was keeping Melina's attention... or was that the other way around... while my mother and Laura talked to me and to each other. I could barely keep up with the conversation, so I finally told Mom that I had to go to bed. Mom agreed, which caused everyone to get up and exchange hugs. I couldn't believe it when I saw the clock on the wall. It was nearly midnight.

I was aware of a woman's arm around my waist as we climbed the stairs. It was Laura. The beautiful professor escorted me into my room. As she began undoing my pants and untucking my shirt, I instinctively began kissing her neck, then moved to her mouth. She responded hotly, and our tongues battled lustily as we stripped each other naked.

Moments later I was lying on my bed. I still felt sleepy and a bit woozy, but my cock was rock-hard... so hard that it hurt. I felt Laura's hand gently jacking my swollen, aching member as she kissed my mouth again while climbing onto the bed with me. 

Instead of mounting my cock and impaling her cunt onto it, however, Laura moved up and settled her sopping wet pussy onto my mouth. The tangy smell of her delicious cunt filled my nose as my tongue shot up and licked her labes. As my tongue found her hole she pushed down more firmly, so I let my tongue explore her cunt walls, tasting her sweet juices as she moaned in pleasure.

I didn't hear nor sense anyone else enter the room... until I felt someone else getting onto the bed with me and Laura. I couldn't see who it was, as my view was confined to looking straight up along Laura's torso and the bottoms of her big, heaving breasts. And then it happened... I felt a warm, smallish hand grasp my throbbing cock, followed by the delicious wetness of my prick slipping into a mouth.

I didn't stop eating Laura, even though my first instinct was to push her up and see who was sucking my dick. As the mouth slid slowly up and down my taut shaft, not sucking hard but just sliding up and down, I knew instinctively who it was. Finally, I had to see for myself and I gently pushed up on Laura's fine asscheeks. She cooperatively raised herself up off of me and I looked between her legs down to my loins.

Yes. It was her. It was my mother. My mother was sucking my cock.

My shock at the sight of my meat disappearing into my mother's face as she sucked me did nothing to diminish my near-painful erection. The pleasure of being fellated spread like wildfire throughout my whole body. As I watched Mom suck me, Laura climbed off of me and off the bed. She was on her knees next to the bed, whispering to me, asking if I liked feeling my mother's mouth on my cock. I didn't answer, but my heavy breathing gave away the pleasure I was feeling. 




Interlude Ch. 04



I dimly became aware that Melina and Todd were also in the room. Todd was sitting in his underwear, a chair near the bathroom door, and Melina was sitting on his legs. His hands were feeling up her ass and her tits, but my wife was mesmerized by the incestuous act she was witnessing on the bed.

Laura seemed ready to restrain me as Mom released my cock from her warm mouth and began moving up as if to sink her pussy down onto my straining member, but there was no need. I felt totally immobilized, unable to move or do anything but watch. It was as if I were detached from reality.

Indeed, Mom straddled me, her slender, firm thighs on either side of my hips. Her hand guided my cockhead to her swollen, wet pussy lips, and all of a sudden I felt my meat enveloped by that special warm wetness of a woman's vagina.

"Ohhhhh, yesssss!" Mom gasped as she sank down onto my cock, sheathing me fully into her sopping wet cunt. I realized as she began gently bouncing up and down on my turgid prick that she had generously lubricated her pussy so that my cock slid slickly and smoothly in and out of her as she rode me. 

I was still in shock, but my cock simply would not lose its powerful erection. Mom rode me easily but hungrily, her moans of pleasure and the slick slaps of her ass onto my thighs as she slammed down onto me the only sounds in the room. I began getting dizzy, and realized that I wasn't breathing at all, and had to force myself to inhale and exhale.

"Does your mother's cunt feel good around your cock, honey?" Laura whispered into my ear. "Does she feel good fucking you?" 

"Oh my God." I gasped. It was all I could say. This was so fucking perverted, so fucking weird! Although the feeling of fucking her pussy was intense and wonderful, the fact that this was my mother copulating with me was one of the freakiest feelings I'd ever felt. Just then my mother leaned over me, bringing her face close to mine.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this, Son?" she asked, gasping out the words as she struggled to keep her breath, all the time her hips sliding along my cock as her cuntwalls massaged my manhood relentlessly. "I... I would come into your room at night... while you were... *gasp*... asleep... and just watch you... *uh!*... I wanted to fuck you so bad then... I wanted to feel you inside me... oh god.... oh GOD I'M COMING! UUHHH!!!"

Her cunt clamped down hard on me, and it felt as if she were trying to violently expel my meat from its home in her honey hole. Instinctively I pushed up into her as hard as I can, which only made her gasp and moan even louder. Mom shivered violently for several more seconds, then collapsed down on top of me. I felt her mouth kissing my neck, then heard her whisper, almost inaudibly "Oh baby..."

A moment later she pushed herself up and began riding me again. "Oh yes... I wanted to come in here and fuck you, Son. But I knew that Douglass might catch me, and he'd never understand how I felt."

"Oh God, Mom... " I murmured. What was I supposed to say? 

The world became a blur right about then. I don't remember everything. Jumbles of Laura's voice whispering in my ear, urging me on to fuck my mother, an occasional cheer or comment from Melina, and even Todd telling me to fuck the shit out of Mom. I heard my mother moan twice and felt her clamp down on me as she came again... and again.

I don't really remember it, but somehow I had rolled Mom and myself over and I found myself on top of her in the missionary position. I clutched Mom's ass in my hands, my mouth buried in her neck, nuzzling her as I began slamming my meat into her as hard as I could, not considering her age or stamina. She might have been 58 years old, but she was a hot, lusting woman, and she was fucking me back with everything she had. 

And she was coming again. Mom came again, then moments later spasmed in climax yet again. She later told me that she was having multiple orgasms, her climaxes coming like waves, which she'd never come close to experiencing before, not even when Todd fucked her the previous night.

I remember looking down into my mother's face as I raised up into a pushup position, still relentlessly slamming my cock into her sodden depths. I saw the pure lust in her eyes, her incredibly hungry desire for sex and for my cock. I could see some of my sister Elizabeth in her face... I allowed myself to remember what I had done to Elizabeth several months before, feeling Elizabeth's exquisite pussy around my cock even as I sank into my mother's quim... 

My cock was hurting. I just kept ramming it into Mom, the desperate need for release becoming ever more urgent. Muscles all over my body began to ache and threaten to cramp, but I drove on relentlessly until finally-- FINALLY the building pain/ecstasy of my rising orgasm built. Once it began, it built and crested quickly and powerfully, and I barely had time to announce it before it happened.

"I'm coming!-- OH FUCK, I'M COMING!!! UHHHHHH!!!!!!" I heard myself scream as the first jolt rocked me and the first thick gob of my pent-up semen burst into my mother's cunt. I vaguely remember thinking that I was shooting my wad into the cunt that gave birth to me, but the spasms of my ejaculation continued for what seemed endless moments until I was spent. Completely spent.

Having come, I rolled off my mother onto my back in my original position on the bed. I was gasping, struggling to catch my breath. I was as exhausted as I'd ever been. Mom rolled sideways and kissed my nipple, then settled her head onto me for a few moments.

Maybe I dozed, but when I opened my eyes my mother was sucking my cock again, cleaning off the remnants of our combined juices. I looked around. Todd and Melina were no longer in the room. Laura was still there by the side of the bed, watching. As I looked into her eyes she smiled, then bent over and kissed my mouth.

"Thank you for doing that." she whispered. I didn't understand, but another thought crowded into my head: my cock was still hard, not as painfully taut as before, but still hard and ready for more sex.

"Okay... what the fuck did you drug me with this time?" I asked, suddenly sure.

"Just a Viagra." Laura said.

"Just a Viagra?" I said, skeptical. "That's all?" 

"Yep." Laura replied, her eyes showing her amusement. "One side effect is drowsiness, especially with alcohol. And it kept your cock hard while your mother rode you. Now... just relax and let both of us take care of you." I didn't respond, but just relaxed into the warmth of my mother giving me head as Laura climbed onto the bed with us...

Part 5 - Epilogue

I was in my father's study that morning, looking over all the paperwork. It was Sunday, and I needed the time to really get all these things in order. I would be executing my father's will the next morning as soon as the Courthouse opened for business.

My mother was wearing black but it was the only sign of anything somber in her. She looked happy, refreshed as she cooked breakfast for everyone, refusing any help. She greeted me brightly with a warm kiss to the mouth, then handed me a cup of coffee and shooed me out of the kitchen until breakfast was ready. She gave Todd similar treatment, though Melina was too fast for her and just took the coffee pot and some mugs into the den where we could all help ourselves.

About 11:00am there was a knock on the door. It was Mom. "Can I come in?" she said.

"Sure." I replied. It was obvious that she wanted to talk. She came over to the desk and leaned her firm ass against the edge. She was wearing some of Laura's perfume, which I liked, and she smelled good. But my raging hard-on from the previous night was not returning.

"I... I wanted to talk about last night." Mom said. "I... are you all right with what happened, Son?" She sounded apprehensive, but hopeful at the same time.

"Well, Mom," I began, faltered and paused, then continued, "I have to admit: it was weird. I'd never thought of you in sexual terms, even when I saw Todd fucking you the night before -- yes, Melina and I saw that. I'm not sure what to make of it."

"I understand." Mom said. She looked down at her feet for a few minutes, wiggling her pretty toes under the strap of the high heels slides she was wearing. "I should apologize-- it was selfish of me. I did what I wanted, and at your expense. And--"

"No, Mom." I interrupted. "Don't apologize. I don't regret it. And if it made you happy, then I'm happy. You deserved to do something for yourself...something selfish. If you don't regret it, I sure don't."

"You're sweet." Mom said, stroking my hair. Then she stood up and moved to straddle me. My mother eased herself down onto my lap, facing me. As I wrapped my arms around her back to hold her up, she bent down and kissed my mouth. I returned it, sliding my tongue forcefully into her mouth, probing, tasting her as a woman.

My mother and I made out for several long minutes. My cock was definitely getting hard again, and judging by my mother's squirming, she was getting hot as well. Wordlessly, I helped her to stand up, then I took her hand and led her to the sofa lined against the wall on the far side from the desk. I eased Mom down onto her back, not bothering to undress her, but just hitching up her skirt and sliding her panties off. I let her open my pants, then I pushed them and my underwear down my thighs, freeing my cock.

I eased down between my mother's spread legs, mounting her, and guided my cock to her cunthole. We looked into each other's eyes as I sank my meat down into her until our loins met, my balls slapping her "taint" as I sheathed myself fully. The heat of her wet twat enveloped me as I began pumping my ass up and down, fucking my mother with deep, steady strokes.

I fucked her. I fucked my mother. 

I fucked her as a woman, not as a my mother. I felt the pleasure of her womanhood clutching me as I churned her cunt into a creamy lather. I fucked her selfishly, purely for my pleasure, driving into her relentlessly for the sake of the ecstasy of my own cock. Mom began coming again, spasms rocking her then rocking her again before she scarcely had time to catch her breath.

I slammed my mouth down onto hers, kissing her hard as I pumped her hard. I felt the pain of orgasm approaching and I did not hold back but let it rise and overwhelm me like a freight train roaring down out of the High Sierras. I felt the jolts that sent spurt after spurt after spurt of hot, heavy man-cream into the depths of my mother's well-fucked cunt.

As we caught our breath, I became aware that we were not alone in the room. Looking up over my shoulder, I saw Laura standing there, watching us. a soft smile of satisfaction on her lovely face.

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"Thank you again for doing that. You have no idea the good it's doing for your mom." Laura told me later that day, privately. "How was it, fucking your mother?"

"It was weird last night." I said. "I basically was thinking of fucking Elizabeth while I was fucking Mom. Today.... it was better. I guess." Laura smiled.

"Your mother has had the fantasy of fucking you for years." Laura said. "I guess I'm violating client privilege here, but I know you won't say anything." I nodded as she continued. "Melina brought me in to talk to your mother when I got here. We talked a lot about the past, her years with your father, some of the things that went on with Elizabeth, and then with you. Her desires for you were really strong. I might have been wrong for doing it, but I thought it was the right thing to do to have her fulfill her needs with you."

"And no thought about my feelings in this?" I asked, stating what I knew was hanging between us. Laura looked down for several seconds, then looked back into my eyes and continued.

"You're right, it was selfish. Of me, and of your mother. After Melina told me that you'd watched Todd fuck your mother, I thought you would be okay with it. Was I wrong?" It was my turn to pause, to think.

"No." I said, finally. "Not really. But if you hadn't slipped me the mickey, I don't know if I would've been able to perform.... but it's done now. No going back." I smiled at Laura, then took her into my arms. "Besides," I continued, "I'm going to hold this over you, and I am really going to enjoy having you make it up to me." Laura laughed, then kissed my lips. I kissed her back and soon we were in a deep embrace, making out like longtime lovers... like soulmates.

Finis



Interlude Ch. 05



This is the last of the Interlude vignettes. There IS sex in this story, after the background material that Necessity compels me to provide. I look forward to offering you, the patient readers, with new mystery series for you to solve, and I hope that you will enjoy the sex that always seems to happen, but Dame Agatha Christie never wrote about.

If you have not read the "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapter 5, you may wish to do so before reading this chapter of the "Interlude" series.

Note: there are some portions of this story that might give offense to some readers. This is part of the set-up for future stories, and no offense to any person of any ethnicity is intended by the author.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. 

Part 1 - New Characters, Battle Lines Drawn

The leaves were turning, and it was a beautiful Autumn. It was late September, and I had settled well into my new job with the Town Police. So far, I had concentrated mostly upon my duties as Supervisor of the IT/Data Department. It was a fairly efficient organization, though I noticed some threads of hostility running between certain members of the staff. This same division, which I was beginning to understand, ran through the entire department. Perhaps this was what the top brass wanted me to learn about when they brought me in?

The police headquarters was a new building. From the outside it looked like a trim, modern business building with rows of windows. Inside, however, it was completely compartmentalized. The front entrance faced east. To the right was the patrol officers' desk as well as the in-processing and jail areas. Arrested persons were brought in through an entrance on the right side of the building, and the building was designed to move them from point-to-point from booking to the jail cells in the back. A fenced in area in back allowed some outdoor recreation for those in the jail.

To the left of the building was the fenced-in, secure parking lot. Employees parked there and a door on the left side of the building gave access. A second reason for this area being fenced in and off-limits: somewhere under the ground ran the length of the 100-meter firing range, and by keeping the above-ground off limits, no one could dig down into the restricted range area. Theoretically.

On the left side of the building was Administration, the senior officers' and Prosecutor's offices, and the Chief's office in the back corner. In the center area, surrounded by hallways or offices, was a big auditorium/meeting room with rows of seats and a small stage. On the inside left, across the hall from the admin and seniors' offices, were two large rooms with many back-to-back desks. The front area was mainly Vice, the back area Major Crimes, which encompassed Homicide, Robbery, kidnappings, etc., and sometimes even white-collar crimes. 

To the left of the lobby in front was the "public access" area. Interview rooms as well as the Media Officer and the press room were in this area. There was no access to the rest of the building from this area.

Behind the front desk in the lobby, was the limited-access areas of the building. In the center behind the lobby area was a small room adjoined to the front of the big auditorium/meeting room. This room had double reinforced-concrete walls, a metal door with a bulletproof glass window, big double-doors that were double bolted. Inside, a police officer was on duty at all times. A freight elevator was to the right, and stairs to the left. One had to have a special-access key card as well as one keypad code to open the door to the stairs or the elevator. The descending stairs had two right turns, making them easily defensible. At the bottom of the stairs was another door, requiring the key card and a different keypad access code. The freight elevator also could not open on the bottom floor without the key-card and the second code. 

The reason for the security: the basement, which was completely underground, was the secure/restricted areas. One walked back (west) into a vestibule in the middle of the building which offered four choices: to the front left (of the building) was the Armory and the firing range. To the right was the Evidence room, which was compartmentalized into "weapons evidence", "drug evidence" and "other evidence". The back left room was the IT/Data department, which was mine. The back right room was called "The Dungeon" and other sundry names. Almost no one had ever been inside there. It was the Internal Affairs Department.

My office was in the very back left corner, beneath the chief's office as far as I could tell. The door's wall was at a 45 degree angle to the walls coming from the building wall, so it was more of a "home plate" shape than a square. Two cheap oak desks were squeezed into the room and I sat in the corner behind them, further squeezed off. But I wasn't complaining. It was my little kingdom.

Fortunately, the Major Crimes cubicle room upstairs (first floor, actually) had a desk next to the entrance door. It was not used by anyone, and therefore was used by everyone, but I was told that it was for my use if and when I needed it.

"Sorry, Don." Hugh Hewitt, my fellow redhead detective told me, in front of an assemblage of detectives. "It's all cluttered, but it's there." Hugh's hair was darker red than mine, almost auburn in color. Hugh was about my age. He had been a military officer and awarded the Purple Heart from combat in Iraq. He was solid, hard as nails when he needed to be. He was good and thorough as a detective, but he lacked that key trait of imagination when it came to solving investigations. 

"That's fine." I replied. "As long as I get the chair." I affirmed my right to the chair by sitting down in it. Though the detectives in the Major Crimes Division/Unit (MCD or MCU, as it was alternatively called) were my equals, everyone knew that as a Supervisor, I held a de facto edge on them. I had to carefully mix in with them, not overly asserting myself, but still be in a leadership role. Whatta job, I thought to myself.

It was in that chair that I was sitting at 6:50am on this particular morning, talking to Detective Tanya Perlman. We were the only ones in the room at the moment. Tanya was short, about 5'4", shapely body, big breasted, and had a very cute face with cherubic, rosy cheekbones and a pretty smile. Her eyes, however, were mischievous, both promising and teasing. She had a big mane of light brown hair, and left it in styles more popular in the 1980s-- such as Farrah Fawcett's famous hair-- than today's styles, but she didn't care. She could've made a lot of money as a porn star, I thought idly to myself before rebuking myself. Tanya Perlman was cute, very friendly, but also a very sharp cop, and I had high hopes that she would be a really great detective.

"It's a weird relationship between the Town and County." Perlman was telling me, in the tone of a briefing. "The town has about 65,000 people and the outlying county has 55,000 for a total of about 120,000. Some years ago, the town and county services were merged, but not completely. The "Town Police" actually are now the all-County Police and have full jurisdiction over the entire county. However, the Town & County Council has 5 members from the town, 5 from the outlying county, and the Mayor, who is elected county-wide, is the moderator and tie-breaker vote if needed. He often IS needed."

"Is there a Sheriff's Department?" I asked.

"Technically, yes. The court bailiffs are deputy sheriffs. And if we had a Sheriff, he would be over the Chief of Police, as well. The Sheriff is an elected position, but the last sheriff died of a heart attack three years ago, and we've apparently seen fit not to have another one at this time..."

"What about the school?" I asked.

"The University is the property of the State. The Campus Police handles most stuff, especially stuff that comes under Vice. Lt. Maxwell handles that. If anything else big happens, though, like a murder, then the SBI, the State Bureau of Investigation, has jurisdiction, and they just love to come in and throw their weight around."

"Hmmm, so maybe that's where some of the Town vs. School rift came from?" I mused.

"Yeah, some." Tanya answered. "But some of the past problems were really between the school itself and some townspeople that don't really like the, shall we say 'decadence' that goes on on school campuses." Tanya was grinning as she said that. She then added "Do you think that's why you were hired? To run interference with the SBI?"

"Uh, probably not." I said. "So I guess the reasons for my being hired are the worst kept secret in town?" 
 "Not by a longshot," Tanya answered, smiling knowingly, "but your dual role is going to be interesting to watch. Some here think you have a lot of guts taking it. Some are betting the job will break you."

"Oh really?" I said.

"But I have a feeling you're going to handle it, and I'll be there handling it with you. By the way, I will find out everything about you..." Tanya said, getting up as if to leave but coming up near me and whispering "... including how good you are in bed." As I whirled around in shock, Tanya walked into the hall, and like the Cheshire Cat she was flashing me a lovely smile and then was gone from my sight.

I hardly had time to react when Prosecutor Paulina Patterson suddenly appeared in the doorway. "You. My office. NOW." she ordered, then stalked off. I got up and rushed to her office, which was in the area with the Chief and the senior officers. 

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Paulina Patterson, assistant district attorney (ADA) and prosecutor, was a black woman but very light-skinned, and she was probably about my age. She was average height, slender and attractive, showed her beautiful teeth when she flashed her lovely smile, and she wore her hair mostly in a tight bun similar to the way Melina wore hers. She was a brilliant lawyer, but was stuck in what the DA's office considered the dirty job, being the prosecutor at the police station. Her office was in our building while everyone else in the DA's office had their offices in the Courthouse complex. She resented it, but did her job with brilliance and efficiency, and her record of prosecutions was envied by far more experienced legal eagles. 

Paulina's office had been the worst-equipped vis-a-vis the telephone and computer. I gained tremendous puppy points with her by personally upgrading her office with the latest technology. This, however, caused Captain Malone to become very angry.

Captain Harold Malone was turning out to be a major thorn. He had designs on the chief's chair, possibly the sheriff's post, and I began realizing that part of the old rifts involved him. It was not so much MCD vs. Vice, but those who were loyal to Malone vs. everyone else.

It took a visit to the chief's office to understand why Malone was angry about my upgrades to Prosecutor Patterson's office. "I could say that Malone is one of those guys who thinks a woman's place should be in the home." Griswold noted. "He'll quote you places in the Bible about it, though he's careful not to say too much around Cindy Ross." I laughed, but was struck silent as Griswold continued. "But the truth is worse: what is really going on with Malone and Patterson is that she's black. The Ku Klux Klan hardly exists anymore, and certainly not around here -- but if it did, Malone would be a candidate for the Grand Dragon."

"Racist, eh?" I murmured. "How does he tolerate Dexter Robinson?" 

"Not well. Not well at all." the chief replied. "Though he's careful not to show his hand too much. He's be courteous as hell to Robinson in front of me or anyone else, but fortunately Robinson doesn't involve himself much in actual police work so I don't have to babysit that situation. By the way.... this is entirely between you and me. We have nothing formal on Malone, he's cunning and careful. This is 'off the record', solely for your ears alone."

"Gotcha. Thanks for the info." I said, then grinned as I added, "Hmmm... suddenly I seem to feel inspired to work even harder to upgrade Prosecutor Patterson's office." 

Another clue, I thought to myself.

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"What the hell is this?" Prosecutor Patterson asked sharply as I sat down in the chair in front of her desk. A file of papers slid rapidly across her desk at me, flung by a snap of her slender wrist. I caught the file as it reached the edge of the desk and began examining it as she stared at me. I made an observation of her, as well.

"Looks like the Benson file." I said. "Loser running a numbers game, small-time petty thefts. We caught him with some stolen video games last week."

"Yes. You did." Patterson replied. "And just how did you get the idea that those stolen games were on him?"

"Uh... Myron ran some data that showed him to have a record in this kind of stuff, so Croyle and Ross asked him a few questions about his whereabouts. His alibi didn't hold up, so we got a warrant for his apartment and found the stolen goods there." 

Myron was a geeky guy in my IT department. He rarely came out of the basement and just loved writing computer programs and searching for data. His programs found data from places he probably should not be getting data from, so I had to keep an eye on that, but otherwise he was a godsend as a data expert. He rarely forgot anything, and he was able to correlate records and data that seemed unrelated into packages of patterns. I thought he was as invaluable to the Town Police Force as any detective or officer when it came to solving crimes, but before I came along his talents had been suppressed by egotistical senior officers. I'd already put him in for a pay increase.

"So what am I supposed to do with this?" Paulina Patterson asked, again sharply. "The perp is whining that the questioning of him was done without due cause, and that the only reason he screwed up his story is because the detectives intimidated him."

"Paulina, it's a good case. The warrant was obtained, and legitimately. But if you think it's thin, then I suggest letting the grand jury bring the indictment, and if they don't just drop this. This guy will fuck up again and we'll be right there when he does." I then straightened up in my chair and asked her back, unexpectedly, "Well... did I pass?"

Paulina started visibly, her face shocked, then broke into a smile. "Yes, you passed. How did you know I was just testing you?"

I just smiled. "Trade secret." I answered. In truth, I had observed her attempts to hide the amused gleam in her eyes, and I had realized that she was testing me. I also knew that she did these tests on all new detectives coming in, but they never knew when it was a test and when they were about to get a serious dressing down for creating a legal loophole for the perp. 

"You're the first to ever figure me out." Paulina said, easing back into her chair. "You are as good as the chief said you were. What other secrets are you finding out?"

"How's your new computer?" I asked, smiling. It was both a repartee to her probe for information and a message that I was now aware of the reasons behind Malone's dislike of her... and anyone on the outside would've been none the wiser. Paulina was sharp enough to figure it out. My question was also a reminder of appreciation and loyalty, and I wanted Prosecutor Patterson on my side. Besides... I wouldn't mind finding out just how good in bed she was.

"Well, you're right about this case. I'm going to go grand jury with it, but I think it'll sail through. So, refresh my memory." Paulina said, steering the conversation into safer channels. "Who were the officers on this case?"

"Croyle from Vice, and Ross from MCD. I'm not clear on why Ross was involved as this was clearly a Vice case. Besides, Croyle and Ross are such good friends." I said, the last part being filled with sarcasm.

"Yes, they're like oil and water, but they end up working together half the time." Patterson said.

Cindy Ross was a good detective on my MCD team. In her younger years in her early twenties, she had competed in those "Miss Physical America" bodybuilding competitions. I had seen some of her pictures from that time, showing her incredible Herculean physique with well-defined muscles on top of well-defined muscles. I found a certain sexiness about her and the other muscle women from those pics.

Today, in her late 20s, she had backed off that level hardness and she had slimmed down from the bulkiness of her competition years, but she was still extremely muscular. No man in the department could handle her physically, and on top of that she was proficient at the mixed martial arts which she practiced to keep limber. She had blonde hair, sometimes dyed platinum lightness, which she wore short and straight, and she had dual American/Canadian citizenship, having been born in the United States to Canadian parents. 

Cindy was not beautiful in the feminine "pretty" sense, but there was an attractiveness about her that men liked. I would love to fuck Cindy Ross, knowing that if she crushed me between those powerful thighs of hers, it would be one heck of a way to go. But I also suspected that she "played for the other team."

Teresa Croyle was fairly short, her face was attractive but not beautiful, and she had blonde hair, darker blonde than Cindy's, which Teresa wore straight though the tips slightly curled at her shoulders. But her body! OMG... Teresa had one of the most perfect bodies a woman could have. Athletic and firm but not overly muscular, Teresa's body had that hourglass shape, mouthwatering ass, great shapely legs and feet (though not as luscious as Laura's). And her breasts.... big breasts, natural full melons that rode high on her chest and stood out proudly. "Built like a brick shit-house" came to mind, and I had thought of Teresa several times while I was fucking Melina or Laura and needed a "little boost."

The only problem with Teresa is that I had never seen her smile, and she seemed to have a permanent bitterness on her face which marred what otherwise could've been attractive. And the bitterness reflected her attitude: she was one of the most anti-social, unfriendly persons I had ever met. She was almost always formal when talking to me, but never any friendliness, and she made sure to cut short any paths of conversation that I or anyone tried in order to establish any rapport.

Her nickname was "Teresa Cunt." She had had some incidents where her temper and bitchiness came forth, causing disputes with other officers, especially other women. She and Cindy had sparred bitterly, though the viciousness of their animosity had abated over time. She was one hell of a good cop, but no one wanted to work with her, except Captain Malone and Steven Ikea, to whom she seemed loyal. 

All police officers underwent psychological evaluations, but why she was such a bitch had so far eluded the several investigations of her that had taken place at Chief Griswold's request. Dr. Laura Fredricson was a volunteer on the committee of psychologists that did the examinations, but she had told me privately that there was nothing really wrong with Teresa -- she was just a bitch.

"Ah, yes, Teresa Cunt." Paulina Patterson said. "Yeah, I know, I shouldn't talk like that. But she is such a fucking bitch." I nodded in agreement. "She's good, though. I've never had a problem with any case she's brought in. She's on Malone and Ikea's side, of course. Figures."

"Yes." I said. "That Ikea is a real piece of work." With Paula letting down her guard and speaking so openly about Teresa Cunt, I allowed my observations of Ikea to come forth.




Interlude Ch. 05



Steven Ikea was a senior detective, in a somewhat similar role to me in MCD though he had no formal supervisory status the way that I did with the IT Dept. He was Captain Malone's favorite. He was tall, with curly brown hair. Women were attracted to him at first, but he never seemed to keep a relationship, and the rumor was that he rarely had sex with them either. 

My own observations was that Ikea was arrogant -- more arrogant than the Rev. Jonas Oldeeds, even more arrogant than Elizabeth's lawyer "Worthingdon The Third" had been. He was extremely full of himself, and had no problem letting everyone know that he was a legend -- in his own mind. His skills as a detective were adequate but unexceptional, but that didn't stop his massive ego and his driving ambition to achieve the Peter Principle.

But I had also noticed something else. Steven was religious... very much so. He could quote Scripture, and accurately, to the point that I figured he'd memorized the Bible. He often talked of the corruption in the world, from the prostitutes and drug pushers his department regularly busted to higher-level government officials. He was unceasing in talking of the sin and decadence that was occurring nightly on the University campus -- if only he knew what was going in just within my own family, or the "Sigma Epsilon Chi" (SEX) secret Fraternity that included my nephew Todd in its well-hung membership. He seemed to take particular delight in busting college students for drugs, prostitution, or even DUIs.

Why Steven had not entered the ministry and become pastor of a church somewhere, I didn't know... but I wish he had. As a detective on the Town Police Force, he was a hindrance and a jerk.

Within weeks of my arriving at the Police Department, I had a good idea of where the chess pieces were aligned. And I knew that Steven Ikea could easily become my biggest problem.

Part 2 - Sexual Gymnastics

"10:30? At night? That's pretty late, Melina." I said into my cell phone. My wife, however convinced me that she had good reasons for her request. She wanted me to see her new gym before the grand opening that weekend.

Melina had taken my advice to open a new fitness center. To my surprise, her active partner in the deal was Detective Cindy Ross. Cindy wanted a place for herself and others to seriously train for competitions. Melina's original idea was for a "women only" facility, where women could work out without being ogled and hit on by men. What they had come up with was a facility that had both women-only and co-ed areas, programs that included yoga, aerobics, Pilates and weight training classes, and top-of-the-line facilities and technology. The news of the gym's opening already was a sensation about town.

Melina gave me a lifetime membership as a gift for helping her with the building. It had been a strip mall project that had failed in this economy. I helped Melina and Cindy to buy the place, which required them to form an LLC company first, then negotiate prices, and then I helped them get business loans to finish the building, renovate the stores, and buy the equipment. They had already rented out spots to a Subway restaurant, an Thai restaurant, a sports equipment shop, and a Verizon Wireless outlet, and had other potential customers haggling over rent rates. I was very proud of my wife's work in getting all this done and in such a short time.

"Okay, dear, I'll come by at 10:30.... I love you, too, bye." I said as the cell phone connection ended. 

"Was that Melina?" Britt Maxwell asked. I was in her office at the Campus Police Department on the University campus grounds. It was 5:30pm, and I had stopped in to check up on some things in the IT Department, and to chat with the lovely Lieutenant Maxwell.

"Yes. She wants to show me her new gym. She's really proud of it." I said. 

"She should be." Britt said. "I'm very eager to start using the women-only area. That was a great idea. The Viscotti brothers aren't too happy about it. They're already seeing drops in attendance." The Viscotti brothers ran a gym in the district of Town that was a bit sleazy, the Warehouse District. It was more of a training gym for boxing and was pretty stark and lacked any kind of modern technology or comfort. Melina's new gym was at the north end of the Fairgrounds, much nearer the affluent sections of town to the north and northwest. There were other small gyms that dotted the town, but none of them were large with pool facilities like Melina's or the Viscotti's places. 

The Fairgrounds were visible to the west of the Police Department building, and I could make out the corner of Melina's two-story gym building from the back windows. (Note to readers: this might be a clue in future stories :-) ).  

"I'm surprised to hear that." I said. "They don't really serve the same clientele, do they?"

"No," Britt replied, "but the high school swim and dive team is switching to Melina's gym, and some of the amateur basketball leagues have also said they're going to use Melina's instead of Viscotti's. And of course, Cindy has those professional muscle people coming in, and we might even get to host one of their competitions here at the University."

"Cool." I said.

"Enough about that." Britt said, her eyes twinkling merrily as she smiled wickedly. "Let's discuss... what I wanted you to come here to discuss." I had no problem with that. She slid herself in her chair back from the desk as I came around and stood between her and the edge of the desk. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants, and Britt's hands reached inside and pulled out my cock and balls. My cock was half-hard but rapidly filling to full hardness in anticipation of what was about to happen. 

Britt wordlessly stuck out her tongue and washed my balls with a long, looping lick. We both knew not to say anything. Maybe we were paranoid, but many police department offices are bugged by Internal Affairs, and we didn't want to give them anything... juicy... to investigate.

Britt's tongue and lips continued to slide up my shaft to the big mushroom head, then opened her mouth and engulfed my prick, sliding her mouth snugly over the inches of my veiny shaft. She began to suck me with a fast, even rhythm as electric shocks of pleasure spread through my loins.

For years, my wife Melina had giving me a blow job every morning. She had heard that Jerri Hall had said that her relationship with Mick Jagger lasted so long because she gave him a blowjob every morning. So almost every morning for the years that Melina and I were married and woke up in the same bed, she fellated me and swallowed my semen when I came in her mouth.

But once Melina had started this gym project in addition to her work helping Laura, she had been working from 5:00am to midnight for days on end. She was using up a lot of energy in her incredible drive to get the gym open, and coupled with my sometimes irregular hours with the Police, our sex life had fallen off.

More than a week ago, Britt had had me close the door and shut the window blinds to her office, and then she had knelt on the floor and sucked my cock. I hadn't asked why she had suddenly done this, but had tremendously enjoyed the excellent head that my lovely colleague had given me. After I had come in her mouth, she had told me that she'd wanted to do that for weeks, and now that her marriage was disintegrating into separation and since she had cheated on her husband (she did not tell me who with), she thought that she would just let go and get a taste of me.

Today was the third time Britt had fellated me. As I watched my cock disappear into her lovely face again and again, feeling her hand stroke the base of my cock as she sucked the fore-end, I realized that I had not yet had the chance to fuck her. That would come in good time, I felt sure. Meantime, I just concentrated on the pleasure, the feeling and the sight of being sucked by such a lovely woman. I allowed my imagination to undress Britt, to think of how she might look naked. I thought of how it would feel to sink my cock into her pussy and pump her deep and hard, stroking until I felt my nut rise and...

"UNNH!" I gasped, unable to hold back. I was coming in Britt's mouth. She was greedily swallowing my load, gulping down each blast of cum that I ejaculated onto the back of her tongue and her throat. Agonizing rockets of pleasure burst through me, and I felt as if all my energy were being drained into Britt along with my semen...

Britt silently licked off my cock, then gently stuffed my rapidly shrinking cock back into my pants. I buckled up as she asked "If Melina is busy, what are your dinner plans?... Good, let's go try that new Italian place on Green Street..."

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I arrived at the strip mall right at 10:30. The lighting in the parking lot was inadequate, and I made a note to get that improved. Even though this wasn't a bad section of town, I didn't want Melina nor her customers to feel unsafe.

On the left side was the sign "Town Fitness Centers" over a glass door with glass windows stretching out to both sides. I couldn't see inside, as the glass was covered with paper on the inside. Just as I approached the door, it opened and my smiling wife greeted me.

Melina looked hot, as usual. Her hair was in a tight bun, just the way I liked it best. She was wearing a very tight, form fitting, one-piece Lycra workout suit with tank-top straps over her shoulders and stirrups under her feet, which were encased in flat slippers.

"Mmm, you're looking good." I said as I entered. Melina just smiled as I kissed her.

"Thank you, dear." she said. "By the way, can you still install security gear?"

"Well, I gave up that business a while back, even before we moved here." I replied. "But I still have some vendor contacts, and I guess I could do the job here, for you, if that's what you want."

Melina smiled brightly. "That would be great. Of course, we'll pay you..." She turned her seductive look onto me as she continued "but I'm hoping that I can get a... wifely rate." 

I laughed. "Of course... and I'll take out the difference... in trade." I said, wrapping my arms around her. 

"Great." she said. "Now let me show you around before you start trying to fuck me right here on the floor." She took my hand and began leading me through the facility.

The fitness center was divided in two past the lobby. To the left of the lobby was a hall which ran the length of the front left of the building and had all the front windows. The rooms were for baby sitting children of various ages as well as a couple of offices, and these rooms did not connect to the gym behind.

There was a back wall on the left side of the lobby with a door, but the right side had no wall; it simply opened up into the co-ed exercise area behind it. I could see the gym equipment in the large area. The front windows to the outside allowed viewing into this room, with three stationary bikes just inside the window. When one went into the large room, it opened up to the right. 

The ceiling was two stories high. On the right side were rooms on an upper and lower floor. The top floor was offices, where employees/trainers could sign up members and do paperwork. The bottom floor rooms were exercise studios. The last office space was the racquetball court, and it was high-ceilinged. Behind that, in the back right corner was the basketball court, a large room with the ceiling two floors above. Windows lined the top of the back wall, just below the ceiling. These windows could not be opened; they were panes of glass installed rigidly into the walls.

The front wall of the basketball court room stretched across to the center wall of the gym, which divided the co-ed and women-only areas. The locker room/bathroom doors were in this wall, women left and men right. Going through these rooms, once came into the pool room in back. The pool had lanes from front to rear, but they weren't that long. A jacuzzi was in the left corner. The back wall, like the basketball court back wall, had windows embedded just under the high ceiling.

"Now for the good stuff!" Melina said excitedly as we headed back towards the front. Back in the lobby, the door on the left side back wall had a sign that said "Women", as if it were a women's restroom. In fact, it was simply a narrow corridor that extended to the left, just long enough to obscure the view from the front lobby of anyone trying to look past the door. It opened up into an identical but mirror image space: a large exercise area full of gleaming equipment, offices on the second floor and exercise rooms on the bottom floor against the left-hand wall. The offices on the second floor had windows in their back walls, as that wall was the outside wall. There were no front windows, however, ensuring the privacy of the women working out inside. There was also no basketball court, and I soon found out why.

The pool in the back area was huge, fully Olympic-size and certified for competitions of any time. The deep end at left had diving boards and platforms, including one that reached nearly to the ceiling. Embedded windows lined the back wall high up near the ceiling. There were two jacuzzi's to the right side, one as a "waiting pool" for divers trying to stay warm as they waited their turn, and the other as a true hot tub.

As I looked around the room, Melina went over to the bank of switches and turned off all the lights except a few blue "night lights". The transformation was immediate: the room was bathed in an eerie blue light that reflected off the water and moved along the walls in waves and patches. The pool itself was lit, and the electric blue color of the water had a bright glow-in-the-dark effect, adding to the overall surreal atmosphere of the room.

I watched my wife as she walked to the shallow end of the pool near the steps. She began slowly taking off her workout suit. I just watched my wife's sexy striptease as her big breasts popped into view, then her taut abdomen. Her thick pubic bush came into view as the suit slid reluctantly over her the firm globes of her sweet ass. She peeled the suit down her legs and finally pulled it off, then stood naked before me.

"Wanna go skinny-dipping?" Melina asked, her voice low and husky. I began stripping off my clothes as Melina slowly descended the steps into the water. She didn't go very far, just waist-deep. She turned and watched me as I followed her path into the pool, slowly entering the surprisingly warm water, my cock hardening and bobbing in front of me. Melina drifted to the side of the pool to the right of the steps, nearest the back wall. I saw a mat laid out near there, and realized that my wife had been planning this seduction.

I approached Melina, slowly but unstoppably. She waited for me at the edge, her breathing shallow in anticipation, her eyes filled with lust. My eyes bore into hers as I stepped right into her. With the edge of the pool at her back she had no place to go, and I pressed my chest into hers. I bent my head down and kissed my wife, hard. My hands grasped her breasts and began roughly kneading them, making Melina moan into my mouth. Her hands slid down my abs to my loins. She began exploring my cock and balls with her hand.

As we made out, kissing deeply and lustily, I slid my right hand down Melina's taut, firm abdomen. Just as I felt her pubic hairs caress my fingers, I eased my lower body back just enough to give my hand room to find her cunt between her legs. I vigorously massaged her swelling labes with my fingers, then found her hole and sank my bird finger to the knuckle inside her wet quim.

"Mmmff!" Melina moaned into my mouth as her hand squeezed my cock harder. I left my finger buried in her snatch, but was careful not to move it around very much. Swimming pool water is actually not a very good lubricant. I then pulled my finger out of her pussy with one fast jerk, making Melina gasp. Before she had time to move, I gripped her asscheeks and pushed them up, bringing her out of the water. Realizing what I was doing, Melina helped by gripping the edge of the pool and pushing herself up.

She reached behind her and pulled the mat to the edge of the pool so that she could lay back on it. I pushed her thighs back as she spread her legs, and I pulled her ass to the very edge of the pool. Melina's wet pussy was right in front of me, and I was salivating with the anticipation of eating that sopping twat until my wife screamed with pleasure.

I did not waste time working my way up to eating her pussy, I just dove right in. I slid my tongue right along her slit, then pressed my mouth against her quim and let both my lips and tongue slither up and down her swollen labes. 

"Oh God, YES!" Melina gasped loudly. Her voice echoed through the large room, adding to the surreal experience. I clamped my mouth down onto my wife's delicious, sopping wet cunt and drove my tongue into her vagina as far as I could, roughly licking the walls of her pulsing womanhood and sucking hard to create a vacuum. 

After a few moments of that I began licking Melina's labes again, from bottom to top, rapidly and roughly. Melina was squirming, her hands running through my hair, pulling my face into her cunt mound, her feet sometimes coming down and striking my shoulder blades then kicking back up into the air. Her moans and gasps filled the pool room. I was letting my body semi-float in the water, enjoying being buoyed up as I tongued my wife's twat. Then I went for more.

"OH GOD!" Melina screamed as my tongue slithered up to her bulging, pulsing clit and sharply licked it. I sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking hard and rough, but not too rough, and kept sucking it until my lovely wife was gasping and quivering with uncontrollable ecstasy. The echoes of her first climax were still resonating on the high walls when her second one hit, then the third. I sucked her clit relentlessly, not giving her a moment respite, driving two fingers deep into her cunt while greedily sucking her clitty.

"Oh God, stop! I can't take any more!" Melina gasped after several hard orgasms ripped through her lovely body. "Get up and fuck me!" I exited the pool via the steps, letting Melina anticipate what was to come. She had turned the mat sideways, parallel to the pool, and was lying on her back on it, her luscious legs spread, her eyes watching my cock and balls as I walked up to her. As I eased down on top of her, she reached for my cock with her hands and I felt a condom being unrolled onto the length of my turgid shaft.

"Are you ever going to let me fuck you without a condom, baby?" I asked, not really angry but frustrated as always.

"Soon, baby... soon." Melina replied as she fit the head of my sheathed cock to her opening. I pushed in and felt my cock penetrate into her, then enjoyed the pleasure of feeling my cock drive balls-deep into my wife's steaming, tight snatch. "Oh yeah! that feels so fucking good!" As I began fucking her with a smooth but hard-driving rhythm, Melina gasped "Patience, honey! We'll start a family soon. I'm making Todd wear condoms right now, also.... unnh! oh yeah..... oh fuck me, Don...."

I fucked my wife hard and deep, buying my mouth into her neck and nuzzling her, then mauling her big breasts in my hands, my mouth going from nipple to nipple and roughly sucking the hard teats. I felt Melina's cunt clamp down hard on my cock as she climaxed, which urged me to drive even harder into her. 

After her second climax, however, I began losing energy. I slowed my pace down. After the blow job I'd received from Britt earlier that day, I knew that I wasn't going to come soon; the urge just was not there. In addition, stroking Melina's tight twat wasn't the smooth, easy glide it had started out to be. So her next words did not surprise me.




Interlude Ch. 05



"Are you close to coming?" Melina asked as I roughly pumped her.

"No, not really." I said. 

"Pull out, baby." Melina begged. "I'm drying up. I don't have any lube with me, either." Maybe some water had gotten into her cunt, or maybe it was her several climaxes, but Melina's natural lubrication was not getting the job done. 

I withdrew my cock from my wife's hot honey-hole and eased down beside her. We began making out as she took the condom off my now-flagging cock. 
"Here, let me jack you off, baby." Melina offered, her hand gently stroking my prick. Her hand felt warm and good on my organ.

"That's okay, baby." I said. "I don't have to come now. Let me just hold you." Suiting the deed to the word, I held my wife, caressing her and kissing her lightly for long minutes. 

Part 3 - Epilogue

"Can you do the same for me, for this office?" Laura asked me. Melina and I were sitting in her office on campus.

"Sure." I said. I had finished installing the security cameras and alarms in Melina's gym, and had also installed all their IT equipment: computers, servers, wi-fi access for customers and a private one for employees. Laura now wanted me to do the same for her office.

In installing Melina's equipment, I had installed data lines that sent backups to an offsite location. What Melina didn't know is that another such data line sent backup data, as well as what the cameras were showing, to some servers I had placed in The Cabin, my house on the hill. I had converted the nearly-useless storage space at the front of the upstairs/bedroom level to a little workroom with benches and cameras and my personal server. A false wall behind the bench had room for several servers as an extra backup. I knew that I shouldn't have done that, but my voyeuristic tendencies got the better of me.

Laura wanted better security for her office, but not too many cameras, and certainly not cameras in her sexual research areas. I wasn't going to try to sneak an extra data line into her set-up, though... something nagged at me that Laura would find out about it.

"Well, looks like I'm in the security business again." I said. Melina had rented me the small space where her L-shaped strip mall met at right angles. No one else could use the awkward space, so I put some servers in the back to service other customers and had a small counter with camera equipment in the front. A small sign on the door said "Open By Appointment Only" and gave my business cell number.

"Yes." Laura said. "You shouldn't have given up the one you already had."


"Well, I wasn't too happy about the customers I began getting." I replied.

"Oh, come on." Laura said, seemingly jovially. "The Government is not that bad, and you did get paid on time, and well."



"Yeah, I know..." I said, "and I didn't mind helping the local police. But when they guys coming in are obviously CIA front-men, and the cameras they wanted me to sell them were for domestic use... something just bothered me about that."

"I understand." Laura said. "But how did you know they were CIA?" 

"They were... surprisingly... amateurish. Which is another thing that bothered me. I hope their overseas spy operations are much better than their equipment purchasing excursions."

"I'm sure they are." Laura replied drily. "Now... let's talk about something more important-- and a lot more fun. Melina says she wants to have a baby." Melina smiled, practically glowing at the thought. "We discussed your situation once before. So here's what we are going to do..."

Finis



Interlude Ch. 06



The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series.

Interlude 6.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

This interlude is intended to bridge the gap to the next blockbuster set of police drama stories. Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy the stories.-- WW.

Part 1 - The Bigger Picture

It was going to be a warm Saturday afternoon, I thought, as Cindy Ross and I drove east out of town and past the finger of the mountain ridge upon which my home was built. The July 4th holiday wasn't too far off either, but all the fireworks seemed to be happening today.

Driving further east along the main highway that ultimately led to the City, we saw Cemetery Hill to our south. Before reaching Nextdoor County, I turned north on a small, poorly paved road, County Road 1. After going a distance north, I turned right onto a dirt driveway that led to a modest brick ranch-style house.

"He's at the dock." Mrs. Griswold said as she came out to greet us. "You can just go on around back. Would you like something to drink before you go?"

Armed with bottled waters, we walked down the path to the dock. The Chief's house was on a lot on a large lake, which straddled our County and Nextdoor County. It was on the other side of the lake where we had caught up to Joe Arruzio, who chose suicide over arrest for his wife and Jack Burke's murders.

The lake had been built experimentally decades ago with the purpose of being a reservoir, but that had not worked out sufficiently, and both our County and Nextdoor County developed other water sources. The lake now had fish, and I knew it was the Chief's favorite place to relax.

Cindy was wearing a white sleeveless blouse, blue slacks and high heel slides, and a baseball cap. I was wearing a white golf shirt and blue slacks and my full-brim Tilley hat as we approached the dock, where the Chief was sitting. He hailed us as we came up to him. After some small chatter, the Chief got started.

"First, Cindy, I need to tell you this." said the Chief. "I told Don to bring along the one person he trusted the most, and here you are. I happen to agree with his choice." Cindy looked back at me. I just nodded.

I said "You said you wanted to talk more about the Willoughby-Sommes situation. What were you thinking about?"

"They were up to something." Cindy said. "So I did some digging. I was going to work with Sonali, but for some reason I've come to think that I don't really trust her, and then Myron and his goth girlfriend Mary said they'd help me. Seems they were looking into the same things I wanted to."

"Good. And very smart on Sonali." I said. "She is definitely going to be with Vice and not MCD. So what did you find?"

Cindy continued. "While we were researching Willoughby and Sommes during the Warner murder investigation, we were able to get a thread that they wanted to buy Tim Olivet's company. They'd formed a holding company, called DynaDynamics, to make the bid. Warner found out and tried to buy Olivet's company himself, possibly to head them off. Jeanine Olivet went in an entirely different direction. But the DynaDynamics holding company's name came up again when I began searching another direction."

"Which is?" I asked as she paused.

"Mr. Ward, of Ward Harvester." Cindy replied. "I started looking hard into him after he made it extremely clear that he hates your guts, and I couldn't understand why. And then he got Robert Schelle fired just because we police came around asking about Schelle."

Cindy went on, getting to her point: "I ran some computer searches after Teresa and I interviewed him, and while his main farming equipment business seems legit enough, it's clear he's been doing some stuff on the side."

"The ammonium nitrate?" I asked.

"Yes." Cindy said, nodding. "Since the Oklahoma City bombing in 1995, that stuff is strongly regulated and kept track of. But it seems that his incoming materials have exceeded what he's sold that has records. So then I begin to find out that Ward was not only into ammonium nitrate, he's found it lucrative to get into other chemicals... chemicals that explode with big booms. They keep it under wraps, but Ward Harvester produces plastic explosives and even thermite. They sell to mining companies, mostly, and even to the guys who produce the Mythbusters television show. But once again, it looks like there's a bit more being produced than sold."

"That's true. And some of it blew up just as I was walking into the building." I said, somewhat drily. "So where did this lead you?"

Cindy continued. "Ward has a company called Ward Dynamics... and Ward Dynamics is listed as the majority partner of DynaDynamics."

"So when you put this together, what does it mean to you?" I asked. Cindy was doing great, I thought to myself; it was now time to help her go from data acquisition to the imagination that would make her a great detective.

She said "Obviously Mr. Ward is in with Willoughby and Sommes to buy Olivet's company. And while Willoughby and Sommes did some other crimes, I didn't find a connection with any of that to Ward. So I'm not sure even if anything illegal has happened here, but it's fishy."

"Did you look into Olivet's company at all?" I asked.

"Just the basic stuff." Cindy replied. "Tim Olivet did some metallurgical manufacturing, but he also did some chemical production. Mostly acids that are used in metalwork, but also basic compounds that were then bought by major drug companies like BigPharmaCorp to make pharmaceuticals. He had several manufacturing patents and product patents, and Jeanine Olivet is auctioning off licenses on the patents to the highest bidder, one at a time. She's going to make a fortune for her charity on that."

"So that's what I wanted to ask you about." Cindy said. "I've got this little mudball of muck, but I'm not sure what to make of it, if anything."

"Excellent work, Ross." the Chief said. "Don, it's time to fill her in on the details she doesn't know."

"Yes sir, I agree." I said. "But first: I have to have your promise to never divulge what you are being told today. Not to anyone. Not to your best friends, not to Teresa Croyle, not to Britt Maxwell, not to your lovers, not to your sister, not even to Melina nor anywhere within hearing of my fiancee Laura. Even people you trust or think you can trust cannot be told even one word about this, or it could be fatal to all of us, okay?"

"Gotcha. I promise." Cindy said.

"Thank you." I said. "Do you remember a little over a year ago, when I first came to this Town?"

"I remember you coming for your interview." Cindy said. "I know you were here before that, but that was something on the University side, and they made efforts not to share anything with us. To this day Britt won't say anything about it."

"That's good of her, but let me fill you in on the details, beginning at the beginning." I said. "My nephew Ned was one of those genius prodigies as a kid, especially in chemistry and biochemistry. He was admitted to the University early and began working with a professor named Heinz on research into experimental drugs. Ned then went rogue. At first no one realized that he was using his knowledge and genius to make some drugs on the side that he did not report nor make notes about. And his attempt to use some of both Heinz's and his own drugs on Melina, Todd and myself during our camping trip last year was the first time he tried those drugs on other people."

"When Melina, Todd and I first came here, it was to deliver the young criminal into State custody. Fortunately we were not harmed, but at the time I was totally unaware of what was going on with him and with Dr. Heinz, so we brought him here. If I knew then what I know now, Ned's body would've been found floating in the lake where we were camping, but that's spilt milk. I'm sure the Chief didn't hear that." I said in needling fashion.

"Didn't hear what?" the Chief answered idly, not flinching a bit.

"Thank you, sir. Anyway, Ned later prepared the drugs that nearly killed Melina and made her lose her first baby. But he also was making a play for Olivet's company, and by the twisted route of trying to murder Olivet's wife and making himself heir to the company by later killing his brother Olivet. We know how that turned out." I said with no small amount of asperity in my voice.

"So we now have Ned as well as Ward, Willoughby and Sommes interested in Olivet's company... or more specifically, something that Olivet created or discovered that they want."

"I'm with you so far." Cindy said.

"What you also don't know is the level of the Federal Government's involvement." I said. "The C.I.A. has been known to work with Universities and their professors on secret research projects. Sometimes it's math professors and mathematical models, sometimes chemistry or pharmacy college professors on chemical or drug research. It's likely that the project Dr. Heinz and Ned were working on was being funded by the Government."

"Ohhhh, and Willoughby and Sommes were stealing military secrets from DynaCorp." Cindy said.

"Yes, but don't jump too far ahead. Yes, Willoughby and Sommes caused the CIA and FBI to begin investigating DynaCorp. But the bigger question is who was behind Ward and the DynaCorp boys going after Olivet's company."

"Cindy, at this point let me tell you this: if something happens to me and the Chief, which is why we're telling you all this, there is one man you can trust that you should contact... if he does not contact you first. That man is Jack Muscone of the FBI."

"Agent Muscone is investigating these issues at the Federal level, and cannot tell me everything he's doing or finding out, but I occasionally get some info from him on the side. He's been digging really deep into the Oldeeds Religious Empire since Oldeeds' murder.

"They have found what I knew a little about already: that Jonas Oldeeds was running a human trafficking operation across national borders, importing young girls and some boys and selling them into sexual slavery and prostitution. He then began working with the CIA to smuggle drugs along his operational lines, ostensibly to help the CIA catch drug runners, but actually to help them raise money for black operations. The CIA has been doing things like that for decades, of course."

"Human trafficking?" Cindy asked, astonished.

"The drugs." I replied. "Oldeeds was doing the sex trafficking."

"And Rev. Oldeeds was here just a few weeks ago." Cindy said.

"And he didn't leave alive." I said. "But more on that later; the key point right now is that Oldeeds can be added to the list of those interested in Olivet's company and whatever little secret Tim Olivet possessed. Muscone and I are pretty sure that Oldeeds was working with Willoughby and Sommes. I talked to Jack yesterday and he doesn't see a link between Ward and Oldeeds... which means that it's all the more likely they were working together, but through intermediaries."

"So Anthony Warner learned about Willoughby and Sommes embezzling from him, investigated and found that Oldeeds was behind them, and that set Warner off. He'd been an Oldeeds disciple and felt betrayed... to the point that Warner went after his own wife and her children, who were fathered by Oldeeds years ago. Warner also went after his sister who was his wife's lover. Then he went after Willoughby and Sommes by trying to buy out Olivet's company and break them off. Yet he was murdered because some videophile watched an old Hitchcock movie, and by sheer coincidence."

"Wow." Cindy said. "And that opened all this up by accident?" I nodded.

"How do you keep all this stuff straight in your head?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, it gets better." I said, then continued. "Warner did not do all his stuff by himself." I continued. "He brought in the FBI immediately when he found out about Willoughby and Sommes. And whether the FBI wanted it to happen or not, the CIA came into the picture."

"It was the CIA who was behind Warner's attempt to purchase Olivet's company, ostensibly to block Ward/Oldeeds from getting it. So we now have Ward/Oldeeds, we have Ned, and we have Warner & the CIA, all interested in poor Tim Olivet's company, and the 'why' of it I don't know but am glancing into it on the side... if perps would just give us a break and stop murdering people and give us time to look into it."

The Chief laughed at that one.

"You have questions." I said, observing Cindy's face.

"God, do I ever." Cindy said. "I don't think I'm stupid, but I sure feel stupid right now."

"Don't." I admonished. "Our profession is served by observation, deduction and the third key ingredient: knowledge. You could not possibly know some of this stuff. I'm still putting puzzle pieces together. So what are your questions?"

"Any connections to Sergei Molotov or that dead chess player Kurchikov?" she asked.

"Not that I know of." I said. "Those were pretty straightforward drug cases."

Cindy said "I remember Karla Warner wanting Robert Schelle to keep his company. Do you think they were going to use it to compete for Mr. Olivet's business?"

"Hmmm," I said. "I hadn't really thought of that. It's possible."

"Looks like you got one over on the Iron Crowbar, Miss Ross." the Chief said, not successfully hiding a smile under his mustaches.

"Hardly, sir." Cindy replied, smiling at the compliment. "My next thought is... did the CIA assassinate Jonas Oldeeds?" Damn, she's more astute than I'd hoped for, I thought happily.

I replied "Let's just say this: their presence can be felt in that case, and that bullet that wandered in my direction may have been a present from one of their agents. But I doubt they wanted Oldeeds dead: some of them were working with him and some of his trafficking operations, ostensibly as a drug sting but in truth to raise money for black ops. 

"Also, sometimes the CIA's left hand does not know what its right hand is doing. But my suspicion is that the killing of Oldeeds was a rogue killing for personal reasons, and not a professional hit desired or approved by anyone within the Company. That can wait, though, until we get through this other stuff."

"Was it the CIA that got you out of Ward Harvester alive?" Cindy asked. Damn, she could indeed go at times where I did not care for her to go, I thought to myself.

"No, I don't think so." I said. "My memory of that night is hazy, though."

"Harrumph." said the Chief, keeping his gaze firmly fixed over the lake. Cindy just looked at him quizzically, then her eyes cut to me.

"There is one other thing." I said. "And this is something you should forget unless and until somebody succeeds in taking me out: there is one man in this County who has long had an association with the CIA. He is far and away the most dangerous man in the country, much less our County, and I'm telling you this just so you can avoid him and not cross him.

"His name is Henry R. Wargrave, the billionaire who is a University Trustee. He made his billions in arms trades, much of it in association with the CIA. Whatever you do, do not fuck with him, cross him, or let him find out that you know anything at all."

"Gotcha." Cindy said. "Wow, I had no idea all this was going on in this little town. So Chief," she said, turning to Chief Griswold as he picked up a fishing rod. "Is this why you brought Don into the Police Force here?" I knew by the question that there was an edge to Cindy, that she had long wondered why I had been brought in and was favored by the brass, and that her thoughts had not necessarily been in my favor.

"No." said the Chief. "All that shit rolled in here despite Don, though he did bring Ned here to be placed under arrest. Don is here for another reason, which is why I wanted him to bring you out here today; you're going to be helping him on this: There are some bad people in my Police Department, Miss Ross, and I want those bad seeds weeded out of my Department before I retire. Now that they've announced a Sheriff election next year, it becomes doubly important for you two to make this happen before the wrong person is elected sheriff."

"Any ideas on who we're looking for?" Cindy asked.

"Not quite yet." I said. "But here's one thing I'm willing to bet on now: whoever is the ringleader will run for Sheriff next year."

"And you'll run against him, or her?" the Chief asked, his voice giving away his desire for me to do just that.

"I have a much better idea than that." I said. The Chief nearly broke his neck, so hard did he whirl to look at me, utter shock on his face. I did not elaborate further, despite entreaties for me to do so.

"That'll come in due time, Chief. Okay Cindy, here's the scoop on what we're going to do within the Department." I said. "No insult to Internal Affairs, but they can't deal with it by themselves..."

After I told them my plan, Cindy said "Oh yeah, we need to talk to Tanya ASAP. About those drugs we found on Bounel."

"Okay" I said. "Let's go talk to Tanya. Chief?"

"I didn't hear a word of that. Y'all go fishing for crooks while I go fishing for dinner." Chief Griswold said, preparing to cast a line with the fishing pole he'd just picked up. We made our goodbyes and left.

"I don't want him to retire." Cindy said as we drove back to Town, meaning the Chief.

"I'd rather have him retired and alive than work and fret himself into his grave." I replied.

"I hear you." said Cindy. "By the way, what's up with Melina?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.


"She's been walking on air this past week... she's absolutely glowing. I don't think it's her pregnancy, either." Cindy replied. "It's like she met someone and fell head over heels in love with him. But Teresa told me that your nephew Todd hasn't seen Melina for days, and he isn't happy about it."

"I know nothing of it." I said. "And it's not my business any more, either. I'll leave you and Teresa to sleuthing in that department."

"We'll just have to call in your mom for that." Cindy replied, barely hiding a grin. "It's amazing how she can tell who is having affairs with whom."

"That comes from living for years in a small town like Apple Grove." I said. "There's more 'human nature' happening in those friendly confines than bigger towns like ours here..."

Part 2 - Medical Studies

"Come in, Christina." Tanya Perlman ordered.

We were in the Crime Lab building, which was on the lot next door to Police Headquarters, to the left as one faced the front entrance, just South as the crow flies. The building shared the secured parking lot with Headquarters. It was also the Coroner's office and was where Medical Examiners performed autopsies and stored human bodies.

We were in what passed for a conference room, next to Tanya's office which she tried to use as little as possible. Inside were myself and Cindy Ross.

Christina Cho was a gorgeous Asian woman. Her blue-black hair was extremely long and lustrous. She was very slender, a bit tall for an Asian woman, and her legs and feet were very shapely. Her face not only had the high cheekbones and slanted eyes of Asian women, but was full of sharp angular lines all over. Her lips were full, shapely and inviting.




Interlude Ch. 06



I only had one thought as I looked at Christina Cho: I wanted to fuck her face. I wanted to feel her giving me head, and I could sense it would be one incredibly hot blowjob. I also suspected that she was the kind of woman that loathed and spurned all sex, like many Asian women seemed to be.

"Come in, Miss Cho." I said as she appeared in the doorway, my hand pointing toward a chair and inviting her to sit. "Please, have a seat. Supervisor Perlman says you have a story you'd like to share with us."

Tanya's face was dark and not happy; she was angry about what she'd learned. I'd suggested beforehand that I would try to be as nice and pleasant as possible so that we could get the full story out of Christina. She was an excellent lab technician, her only drawback being that she simply would not take up the leadership roles that both Tanya and I were really hoping she would.

"Well, sir..." Christina started, then faltered.

"Tell him!" Tanya ordered, her frustration beginning to show.

"Miss Cho, just start at the beginning and tell me the whole story." I said.

"Okay," Christina said. "I graduated from school in California a few years ago." She named the school; it was one of the finest research institutions in the Nation. "I had been working with Dr. Bradford Mays, and when I left to come here, he asked me to send any samples that were unusual. Nothing that would harm a case, of course, just unusual forensic things after the cases were over. He asks all the students that work with him to do the same."

"And so you've been sending some small portions of samples to him from our crime lab from time to time?" I asked.

"Yes sir." Christina said, her face a mask of worry.

"I see." I said. "So why is this coming to light now?"

"Dr. Mays would always send back anything unusual that he found from whatever we sent him, so that we could use that information to do our jobs better. Sort of a payback for sending him things.

"I sent him a little bit of those drugs you found in that Bounel raid, the one that we officially don't know anything about. He emailed back asking for more information, a lot more information on where and how we got those samples, what we knew about them, stuff like that. I was worried about giving that kind of information to him."

"And that's when you informed Detective Perlman?" I asked.

"Uh, no sir." Christina said, her face flushed. "She came to me, asking about it. I didn't try to hide anything once she asked."

"I see." I said. "So did Dr. Mays tell you anything about those samples?"

"Here's the email he sent." she said. I read it. The ricin vial was just that: ricin. But the heroin and other drug vials had some other compounds in them as well... synthetic compounds that Dr. Mays said had other uses. One of the compounds would cause excruciating pain if administered in even the smallest amounts to areas of the body where there were nerve endings...meaning anywhere on the body, especially under the skin. The second compound was the antidote to the first, to stop the interaction of the first drug and also stop the excruciating pain.

"What in the hell was Bounel doing with sophisticated shit like this?" I asked aloud, though to myself. I went into a brown study for a moment. Cindy was wise enough to not make a crack about it.

"So Christina," I said at last, after my introspection, "I understand from this that the heroin and other drugs were mainly to mask the presence of these synthetic drugs?"

"That's what Dr. Mays suggested." Christina said.

"Well, this is certainly a potential problem, Christina." I said. "But in some ways fortunate. On the bad side: Although you may have waited until a case was over, if something happened and we had to re-try it on appeal, we'd be in a world of hurt because of potentially tainted evidence. On the good side: we'd have never known about these synthetic drugs if you hadn't have sent the samples from the vials.

"Okay," I continued. "Right now what I need from you, Christina, is a list of everything you sent to Dr. Mays. It's important that you remember everything and leave nothing out, just in case this comes up in a future case. Go do that now, while I talk to these Detectives."

Christina fled the room.

"How did you find out, Tanya?" I asked as she sat her lovely butt down in the chair Christina had just vacated.

"Agent Richard Ferrell of the SBI contacted me." Tanya said, practically hurling a letter at me. "He's now with the SBI Narcotics Task Force. As you can see, he asked for the Bounel samples. He wants all of it, both sets of vials."

"Shit..." I said, "... and I can see in this letter that he's making threats if you don't send them to him. And... oh my... he says to send them directly to him and not let anyone else... 'particularly your MCD Lieutenant'... know about it. So nice of him to think of me so specifically, wouldn't you say?"

"That son of a bitch." Cindy said quietly.

"Yes, that boy is due for a spanking," I said, "and I have just the tool to deliver him one."

I went into orders mode: "Tanya, you are to confiscate those samples. I want you to put one set of the vials in an empty gun case, yes a gun case, then put that in an evidence folder, seal it up, and bring it to me. I'm going to bury it so deep in the evidence room at Headquarters that they'll never find it. Then I want you to put the other set under classification and in the most secure storage you have in this facility. Tell no one else what you did.

"And when, not if but WHEN Dick Ferrell contacts you again, you are to reply that you immediately informed your MCD Lieutenant of his 'request', and that he must speak to me directly about it for any further information."

"Yes sir." Tanya said. "What about Christina."

"A little leadership lesson for you two ladies: I will not contradict you nor help her against you in your presence, that would be undermining you as her supervisor, which is very very bad. What I suggest is that you tell her that due to her excellent service, you're just going to give her a verbal warning and forget about this as long as she continues to deliver excellent service to this Police Department. I am going to call her back in and tell her a couple of things. Go give her the ass chewing now, then bring her back in."

While Tanya was gone, I looked at Cindy. "Want to have some fun helping me give a dirty SBI agent a beatdown?"

"People are trying to kill you and you just throw gasoline on the fire." Cindy replied, her voice one of concern. I understood what she meant. Just then, Christina came back in with Tanya. Christina's face was very red and she looked like a frightened rabbit at bay.

"Okay, Christina," I said, "I have to say this. I understand about Dr. Mays and his research. My own future wife is a research professor, so I'm actually sympathetic to what he's trying to do. However, we have to be extremely careful and particular where evidence is concerned. So before you ever send anything to Dr. Mays again, you must first get Supervisor Perlman's permission, and I would imagine she'll clear it with me first. I'm not against helping out research professors if it makes our jobs easier to do, but for the sake of evidence and the Law we have to make sure we do it right, okay?"

"Yes sir." Christina said, immense relief on her face that she wasn't getting fired.

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"Yeah, go on in." the Evidence Supervisor said from underneath his gray baseball cap. The Evidence Room was actually three separate rooms. One had drug evidence, the second had weapons evidence, and the third was for all other evidence. The rooms were in the secure basement of Headquarters, and where one went back left to I.T., back right to Internal Affairs, and front left to the Armory and shooting range, the Evidence rooms were front right.

The evidence bag was sealed with a written admonition to contact me personally before breaking the seal. Inside was a pistol case, not containing a firearm but one of the sets of vials from the Bounel raid. There was no guarantee that they were perfectly safe here, but this was about as good a dodge and secure a place to hide this important stuff from the agents that would be trying by hook or by crook to get them from us. I hoped they'd think the vials were in the drug evidence room.

Part 3 - Ladies In Love

"Oh my god, it was so wonderful!" Melina said.

It was mid-afternoon, and she and Laura were sitting on one of the sofa's in Laura's office. Melina's legs were curled up under her and Laura was on Melina's left side, cradling the younger woman.

"Daniel is just so... amazing!" Melina said, her eyes dreamy. "We just talk like we've been best friends forever, and then when he makes love to me... oh geez, I couldn't stop coming last night! He had me screaming as he ate me out, and then he fucked me half the night. He came inside me three times, Laura!"

"Did you wake him up with a great blowjob?" Laura asked.

"Oh, of course." Melina said. "I drained his balls and swallowed every drop. And sucking Daniel is... different... than any other guy I've ever sucked. I just wanted his cock more than anything, and wanted him to really feel pleasure from me... does that make sense?"

"Oh yes." Laura said. "Melina, you are a woman in love."

"Yeah..." Melina said, then her eyes dropped... a flash of light had arrested her attention. She took her right hand and held Laura's left hand up.

"Ohhh, does this mean..." Melina said, not finishing the sentence. She was looking at Laura's engagement ring.

"Yes." Laura said. "That's what last week's party was about. I have to admit, he totally surprised me."

"Oh, congratulations!" Melina said, hugging the older woman. "I really am happy for both of you."

"Thank you, darling." Laura replied. "I wondered why you didn't come to the party until you told me about Daniel. Oh-- did you tell him about your pregnancy, about the baby?"

"Yes." Melina said. "I did that right away, on our first date. He seems to be okay with it all." Melina's face seemed to darken a bit, and she looked wistful. Laura knew something wasn't quite right.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah... yeah." Melina said. "It's all good."

"Does Todd know... about Daniel?"

"Not yet." Melina said. "I'm going to have to tell him, but I haven't seen him in over a week. Between working here and at the gym, I've been busy as hell."

"Speaking of work, how do you like my new administrative assistant Gayle?" Laura asked, changing the subject, knowing it wasn't just Todd that in Melina's mind, disturbing her.

"She seems good, very competent with the paperwork." Melina replied. "I think she's perfect for your group here: she looks like she has nothing but sex on her mind all the time."

Laura laughed. "I think you're right. She's a perfect fit... just like you are." She leaned over and pressed her lips to Melina's, gently at first, then harder, their kiss deepening as their arms entwined...

Some time later, Laura said to Melina. "Get packing and give Daniel a quick call that you're going with me to the symposium this week. It's in California, at--" she named the institution, which was Christina Cho's alma mater. "We've kept public info about it under wraps after what happened to Rev. Oldeeds during the time of the symposium we had here. Pack all of the things you'll need."


"On my way." Melina said, getting up and heading out the door.

Part 4 - Legal Pursuits

It was the next day, Sunday morning, nearing 11:00am as I pulled up to Jeanine Olivet's new home. It was smaller than the mansion she and her late husband Timothy had shared, but was still in an exclusive, gated community to the northwest of town, and it was rumored that Mrs. Olivet was a damn good golf player on the excellent course around which the community was built.

"Por favor, come in Lieutenant." the lovely maid Dolores said in response to my knock on the door. She was wearing the ubiquitous black maid's outfit with white apron, with a very short skirt, and her luscious, shapely legs were accented by very high heel black pumps. "Mrs. Olivet will be here in a few moments; she had to step out on an errand. Would you like some coffee or tea?"

"Mmm, that's quite all right." I said. "I can think of something else I want, though." I slipped my arms around the Latina girl's waist, gently pulling her to me. "Something a lot hotter."

I kissed Dolores, gently at first, then forcing my tongue into her mouth and probing it. The lovely Latina maid did not resist at all; she slid her arms up my chest and around my neck as she returned the kiss, twining her tongue around mine as the kiss deepened. As I kissed her my hands roamed over her back and sides and to her ass. Slipping them under her skirt, my hands felt her bare asscheeks; she was not wearing panties. My cock began throbbing with iron hardness.

I eased Dolores back onto the sofa until she was lying on her back. She watched as I removed my sportscoat and gun holster and put them to the side, then eased down on top of her, pressing my mouth to her's again in another deep kiss. My hands felt her breasts under her maid suit, they were fairly large but nice and firm. Then I slid my hand to her thigh, rubbing it as I gently eased her legs apart and let my fingers slide up to her pussy.

She was sopping wet. One finger went in easily, sliding knuckle-deep. A second finger was a very tight fit and Dolores groaned into my mouth. Continuing to kiss her, I reached down to unbuckle my pants but her hands beat me to it as she opened them and released my cock from its confines. We needed no further foreplay. I fit the head of my cock into her slit and I drove forward.

"OH DIOS!" Dolores cried out as I sank my cock balls-deep into her with just one thrust, sliding smoothly in on a slick layer of hot Latina cunt oil. I immediately pulled almost all the way out then drove back in, fully sheathing my cock in the tight, wet heat of her scalding, sopping wet cunt.

My mouth nuzzled her neck and jaw up to her ear as I established a fast, steady rhythm of fucking. Dolores pulled her legs up and back, I could feel her calves along the sides of my back and the backs of her feet in the high heels pressing into my ass and hips. Dolores's cunt was nice and tight, an extreme pleasure to fuck.

And fuck her I did. I drove my hard meat into her with driving thrusts, feeling my balls slap wetly against her flesh, tasting her with my mouth. My lust was fueled by the feeling of her shapely legs pressing against my sides and her hands clutching at my asscheeks as she tried to meet my relentlessly powerful strokes into her hot, wet depths. I thought about how good it would be to come inside this woman, to inseminate her with my seed...

As I copulated with the maid Dolores, I thought of the other Latina women I'd had intercourse with, one in my high school days, a girl named Rosa who was a "big" voluptuous girl that gave meaning to that Spinal Tap song verse "the bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin' ", and a lovely woman with a tight, fine body in college named Lorena. The memory of those matings only added to my pleasure as I steadily and deeply pumped Dolores on her mistress's sofa.

"Oh si, oh si..." Dolores moaned as I took her, fucking her with raw abandon. I felt her tight cunt clutching at me, then clamp down hard as she gasped in my ear. She said several things in Spanish as she climaxed. I continued to pump, beginning to feel my own nut rising, wanting to ejaculate my full load deep into her sopping wet Latina pussy.

I felt the presence of someone else and looked up. Jeanine Olivet was watching us. She was wearing a green dress, sheer black pantyhose and patent-leather black high heel slingback shoes. She looked damn hot herself. We made eye contact as I fucked her maid, not breaking my strokes. Then Dolores became aware of Jeanine's presence.

"Mon Dios!" Dolores said, trying to push me off her. "Oh ma'am, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

"It's quite all right, Dolores." Jeanine said reassuringly. I would've kept going, but Dolores was clearly distressed, so I dismounted her, my hard, wet cock bobbing in front of me.

"Be a good girl, Dolores, and clean off Don's big cock." Jeanine ordered. The maid was blushing furiously, but leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth, slurping and licking it for a moment, cleaning it of its heavy coating of cunt juices.

"I... I'm so sorry, ma'am." Dolores stammered, getting up and straightening up her maid dress. 

"It's quite fine, Dolores." Jeanine said, a mischievous smile on her lovely face. "I don't blame you a bit, and I know that this virile man seduced you and made love to you. And..." Jeanine added, as Dolores continued to stammer, "Don is going to fuck me next." The pretty Latina maid's face and even her body was crimson with embarrassment.

"Dolores, why don't you take the day off, with pay." Jeanine offered. "I won't need you again until tomorrow morning for breakfast, okay?"

"Yes ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." Dolores said, taking the opportunity to quickly flee. Once she was gone, Jeanine smiled at me.

"I hope you saved some for me." Jeanine said as I approached her and brazenly took her into my arms as I had done her maid some minutes before.

"I sure did." I said. I began kissing the drop-dead gorgeous Jeanine Olivet, tasting her sweetness. I felt her hand reach down and grasp the shaft of my cock, gently stroking me. I was iron hard, throbbing with desire to fuck this gorgeous woman and empty my balls into her.

"Whey don't we go... talk.. where we'll be much more comfortable." the lovely woman offered. I grabbed my coat and gun, and we headed towards her bedroom.

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"Sooooooo," Jeanine said as we cuddled, lying naked in the sheets of her bed, enjoying the afterglow of our deep, intense climaxes. "Why did you come visit me? What did you want to talk about?"

We had enjoyed an hour of hot, sweaty, intensely physical fucking. After we made out and slipped each other's clothes off, Jeanine had asked me to shoot my first load into her mouth, as I was already hot and charged up from fucking Dolores. As Jeanine began sucking my meat, I reveled in the pleasure, thinking again that not even Laura nor Melina had ever sucked my cock this deliciously well; Jeanine's mouth was simply the best my cock had ever experienced. I could not hold off and I erupted like a volcano, my man-lava spewing into her throat. She swallowed every drop, sucking hard to draw out even more.

As I recharged, I ate Jeanine's pussy. I buried my face in her muff, tonguing, licking and sucking at her labes and clit, sinking my tongue as far into her wet, musky hole as I could, then later sinking in two fingers as my tongue lashed repeatedly at her clit. She shivered in orgasm, her cuntwalls tightening around my fingers. She finally had to push me away, and as I was iron hard again, I simply mounted the brunette beauty without asking permission, controlling her and the developing 'situation'.

Our coupling was deep, wet, and sensuous; the kind of coupling where lovers try to give as much pleasure as they get, getting as physically nasty as we could while sharing and seeking intense emotional pleasure with each other. The staccato slaps of flesh on flesh rang through the room as we humped almost violently, rutting hotly as if this were our last fuck on this earth.

Jeanine came twice, very hard both times. Her second time was too much for me, and I discharged my second load deep inside her vagina, disappointingly aware that she was already pregnant and my seed useless. As I rolled off her onto my back, she rolled onto her side and we cuddled.




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"You're one hell of a fuck." Jeanine said. "And you know something? You felt like you were bigger inside me than the last time we fucked."

"Oh really?" I said, remembering how Tanya Perlman had also made that 'observation' of my size.

"Yeah." Jeanine said. "Did you grow another half inch?"

"I don't know." I said as I nuzzled her neck.. "Maybe I just got a little deeper in that tight little pussy of yours."

"Maybe." Jeanine replied. "I am a size queen, though... I have to admit, I like the really big ones, like Jack's was."

"Have you met my nephew Todd, who is also Jack's younger brother?" I asked. "Todd has a cock that just might make you forget about Jack."

"I heard about that... that Dr. Fredricson ran a paternity test and that Todd is a Burke." Jeanine said. "You'll have to introduce me to him. If he's as good as you -AND- his cock is as big as Jack's, I'll be in seventh heaven."

"I'll see what I can do to arrange for you to meet him." I said. "But you might be catching him on the rebound, if what I'm hearing is right. But that's not why I came here today."

"Sooooooo, why did you come visit me? What did you want to talk about?" she said, her hand idly rubbing where I had been wounded on my left side. What was it about that damned scar that attracted people? I wondered.

This was going to be some unusual pillow talk. I realized as I started.

"I wanted to ask you about your late husband's company, and who you sold it to. And more importantly, who wanted to buy it from you?" I said. Jeanine rolled onto her back, her left side still pressing into my right side.

"Let me see." she said. "I sold most of the assets to a company called Acme Consolidated."

"Acme, like the Road Runner-Coyote cartoons?"

"Yeah." Jeanine replied, giggling at the thought of the cartoons. "There really is a company by that name. Two in the northern part of the State, in fact: Acme Consolidated and Acme Distributors. As to who wanted to buy it, I had a bunch of offers. My partner in the law firm, Tina Felton, she handled the legal work for me; that stuff was more in her line and it cleared me from having to be my own lawyer."

She continued. "What we did was to sell the company, it's machinery and products, to Acme Consolidated. There were four patents that were used together to make products that BigPharmaCorp would buy; we licensed those to BigPharmaCorp as one set, and for a huge amount of money plus royalties. The rest of the patents, I basically licensed to the highest bidder. Acme bought two licenses, another metallurgical company bought three more. All the royalties go to the charities I've set up."

"Anyone cut out of the bidding, or lost out?" I asked.

"Oh yes." Jeanine replied. "Anthony Warner, who was murdered recently and whose wife I was representing in your interrogation room, he was really working me hard. Another company, called DynaDynamics, was also bidding, and I didn't like the characters behind them. Tina Felton researched them and found some problems.

"So Warner..." I asked, "why did you not go with him?"

"He was pushing way too hard." Jeanine replied. "When I finally broke it off, he got mad. He warned me that DynaDynamics was a dirty company and that I shouldn't do business with them. What I didn't tell him is that I also broke it off when his wife began consulting me about possible divorce scenarios. Tina and I thought it'd be best if we just dropped him."

"But he said nothing about Acme?"

"No."

"What did your research find on them?"

"Just that they're a holding company for several businesses along the same kind of things Tim's company was doing. They seemed a decent fit, and we couldn't find anything wrong with them. Mr. Henry Wargrave, the University Regent, is one of the board members, and everyone at the University says he's a very great man."

"I see." I said, not letting on that she had just given me a huge clue. "How did they feel about you licensing the patents separately?"

"Not particularly happy about it, so they lowered their bid." Jeanine replied. "It was still good and I took it."

"Did a company called Schelle Electrical Engineering Services, or S.E.E.S., contact you or bid on the company?" I asked.

"No." Jeanine said. "Don't recall hearing that name. So... what's this all about? I didn't screw anything up, did I?"

"No, not that I can tell." I said. It wasn't the full truth, but I didn't want to distress the lovely woman lying in bed with me at that moment. "I'm just tying up some loose ends from the Warner murder case." I said nonchalantly.

"You did a great job with that one." Jeanine replied. "In fact... it gets me hot thinking of how you handled Karen Warner." Jeanine rolled over and began mounting me, sitting up over my cock. Grasping it in her hand, she guided my swollen cockhead to her parted, pouty pussy lips. 

"Oh God, yes!" she gasped as she sank her full weight down on my shaft, impaling her sopping wet cunt onto my throbbing meat. "I am going to give you one hell of a ride, even if you are too small for me." She grinned as she teased me.

"Well's see about that!" I said, grabbing her hips and surging upwards to meet her downward plunge. As our loins smacked together we both grunted, beginning another intensely physical round of hot fucking.

"Think you can convince your partner Tina to talk to me?" I asked.

"I'll tell her to talk to you and to waive privacy... oh that feels so good inside me... but... oh yeah... I don't think she's... unnh... going to fuck you like I'm fucking you now." Jeanine said, her face a mask of sexual pleasure as she slammed her hips down and impaled herself on my 'other' iron crowbar again and again....

Part 5 - Data And News

At 6:00am Monday morning I went down to the I.T. Dungeon. I saw Myron Milton in my old office, sitting at the desk. With the lights in the main room dimmed, he did not see me come towards the office.

Peeking in before knocking, I saw that Goth Girl Mary was on her knees in front of Myron. She was sucking his huge cock, and it was indeed huge. Her mouth slid up and down his long rod, which looked slender because of it's immense length but was still thick and meaty. Whoever woulda thunk that a nerd like Myron had such an incredible cock?

I sat down at a terminal and began a search for some data, letting them finish. When I heard Myron groan I looked back into the office and saw spurts of semen escaping Mary's mouth in spite of her efforts to swallow up every drop of his cum. Just as she finished licking up the leftovers, I entered the office without knocking.

"Okay, guys, you really need to take care of that before coming in to work in the morning." I said with mock asperity. "This is a police station, not the Tenderloin District."

"I'm sorry, Lieutenant." Myron said apologetically as he put his penis into his pants and zipped up.

"Mmmm, I'm not." Mary said unabashedly. "I love sucking Miltie's cock. Want me to suck yours, Lieutenant?"

"No, Mary. Let's talk some serious business here." I said, getting to the point. "Myron, do we still have the papers and downloaded data from Tim Olivet's business that we took under warrant when he was killed?"

"You'll have to check with Evidence on the papers." Myron said, "But I think we gave most of that stuff back. I still have the downloaded data, though."

I said "Good. First, I want you to check and see if anyone has accessed that data since the time of the Olivet murder. By 'anyone', I mean from the outside as well as the inside. Anyone at all. Second, I want you to classify that data and fully protect it, with only myself or yourself able to access it."

"Okay, the records have not been accessed by anyone." Myron said. "Mary, run a routine to see if any hackers came in and looked at it." Mary left the room quickly, probably realizing that her flippant remarks to the MCD Lieutenant were less wise than humorous. After a few seconds of Myron locking the office computer, he and I also went into the main room.

"Nope, no encroachment of the Olivet records at all." Mary said after a moment.

"Good!" I breathed. "Okay guys, classify it, encrypt it, protect it. I'll be in the office here... looking for data, not getting head." Myron blushed and Mary giggled as she grinned evilly at me.

Although my college degree was in Chemistry and I understood the nature of the work being done at Olivet's company, I did not see anything out of the ordinary, no new work being done that might be of interest to anyone.

A check with the Evidence Supervisor revealed that most of the physical papers we'd obtained were no longer in our possession. Most of those papers were of a financial nature, but I was downcast, thinking that something likely slipped by us.

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Wednesday morning brought some interesting news.

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" hailed the lovely redhead reporterette precisely at 7:00am. My MCD team was in the room, drinking coffee, eating the doughnuts that I had brought in for them, and watching.

"We now take you to the national news desk, and reporter Priya Anjali!" said Bettina. The TV screen switched to the gorgeous Indian woman. Cindy's eyes as well as my own were glued to the screen.

"This is Priya Anjali reporting for KXTC Channel Two News." said Priya Anjali. "We are following the breaking story of the murder of a prestigious research professor at--" she named the school "-- University. Dr. Bradford Mays was found on his back porch, shot dead with one bullet to the head!"

I bolted upright in my chair as I listened to Priya continue: "Dr. Mays was one of the nation's most esteemed medical and drug research professors, contributing many new insights to trauma work by EMTs as well as autopsies by medical examiners. Neither local nor California state investigators have discovered any motive for the crime. Police are mystified as to where a sniper could have shot Dr. Mays from, as his home is in a gated subdivision and surrounded by many other homes, and no one reported any strangers in the area at the approximate time of the shooting..."

I immediately texted Tanya to break the news to Christina Cho if the lovely lab assistant didn't already know, and texted a further warning that their lives were potentially at risk so to keep their eyes peeled. I then turned to Cindy Ross.

"Cindy, put out an APB on Barry Bounel."

"Sure, but why?" she replied, turning to her computer to input the instructions.

"His life is in extreme danger right now if we don't find him before Dr. Mays's killers do." Cindy nodded. Everyone else in the room looked at me funny.

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"So Steven, ready to help me get one over on that punk MCD detective?" SBI Agent Dick Ferrell said to Steven Ikea at 8:00am Wednesday as they drank coffee in the Vice room.

"I sure am." Ikea said. "And I hope he gives us a reason to beat the fear of God into him."

"Your chief is going to see us at 9:00am." Ferrell said. "Once we demand and obtain the drug samples that shit-eater got from Bounel, illegally I might add, we're going to bring it out in public and in your Internal Affairs Department about where he got the samples. The Feds will be all over his ass, and he can't take his puny little crowbar with him to jail."

"Don't get too cocky." Ikea said, lowering his voice. "Remember that the police here protect their own. They're not going to throw him to the wolves without pushback. That's why I'm here, to bring my guys and my influences into it."

"I hear you." said Ferrell. "But the most important thing is to get those samples. It came down from on high, and I'm talking about Midtown." Midtown was the capitol of the State, and it was also where SBI's highest headquarters was situated. "From what I'm hearing, they're under tremendous pressure to get those samples."

Teresa Croyle entered the Vice room, seeing the two assholes talking together. "Plotting again, boys?" she said, making her lack of respect for either of them totally clear.

"Watch yourself, Croyle." Ikea said. "One more citizen complaint about you and you're ass is grass."

"And then what, asshole?" Teresa shot back, her voice withering and cutting. "You better watch out for your own ass before it gets raped again. And Captain Malone is still on vacation; he's not here to save your hide if you piss Don off again."

"It's time for our meeting with the Chief." Ferrell said to Ikea. "We don't have time for the little shits around here." he continued, his eyes boring into Teresa's.

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When the Chief called for me, I was well ready, having been pre-informed of who had all but demanded a meeting with him before. I brought my crowbar with me, knowing... and admittedly, hoping... that I might need to use it.

Inside the office, the Chief was sitting behind his desk, his face red with anger. SBI Agent Dick Ferrell was seated in the chair in front of the desk at left, flanked by Senior Detective Steven Ikea.

"What can I do for you, Chief?" I said.

Chief Griswold growled, "This asshole is demanding that you-- and he mentioned you by name, Don-- that you turn in some drug samples he believes were taken during some raid upon one Barry Bounel on the University campus."

"Oh really?" I said. "Under what authority and what warrant?" I asked, no small amount of sarcasm in my voice.

"Under the authority of the State Bureau of Investigation, dirtbag." Ferrell said. "And I don't need a warrant. I want those drug samples, and I want them now."

"No warrant, no service." I said, turning to the Chief. "Chief, are you aware of this threatening letter to our Crime Lab Supervisor?" I handed him a copy of Ferrell's letter to Tanya. It was damning.

"So I heard." said the Chief, "And this little epistle definitely sounds like a threat upon a Town & County Police Officer, Ferrell. We don't brook that shit here. Don, I see that she immediately told you about it, isn't that right?"

"Yes sir, that is correct." I said, then turned to Ferrell, tapping the crowbar into my left palm. "Asshole, do you really think you're going to get anywhere trying to go behind my back and threatening my subordinates? And do you really think I give a shit about your meaningless demands, the theatrics of bringing in your faggot lapdog here notwithstanding?" Ikea's face darkened at my insinuation that he was a homosexual.

Ferrell shot up out of his chair. "Listen you god-damned punk, you bring me those samples and you bring them right now, or the SBI is going to be crawling up your ass so far that you won't be able to shit for a month! I am going to barbecue your ass, Lieutenant, and your Crime Lab Supervisor's and your Chief's as well."

"You threaten me, Ferrell," said the Chief as he stood up, the menace in his voice unlike any I'd ever heard before, "and before I'm through you'll be praying to whatever God you consider holy that you'd never heard my name before. I'll rip you a new ass before Don even gets to use his crowbar on you."

The tension in the room was tremendous. "My apologies to you, Chief." Ferrell said, his voice showing he didn't mean it, "but you'd better tell this bastard to give me those drug samples, or he'll be wallowing in I.A. and SBI shit until he drowns."

"Wow, Ferrell, you're really showing how scared you are. Who's got you all shook up like that?" I said, noting what I saw in the asshole agent's face. Ferrell said nothing, his face showing absolute fury but also shock and fear. Someone was threatening him, someone with enough clout to induce that fear and make it stick, I was sure.

"No answer?" I continued. "Okay, but you're starting to bore me, Ferrell. Why don't you go give Ikea here that reach-around you promised him for daring to even come into this room with me. You'll get better results doing that than getting any drug samples from me at all."

"Listen, motherfucker, you bring me those samples... or else--" Ferrell started, wagging his finger at me. He was in great danger right now.

"Or what, dipshit?" I replied, readying, keeping my voice deliberately soft and understated, knowing it would enrage Ferrell even more. "You want to try to get physical with me to get them? Bring it on, I'd love the opportunity to spank your ass until you can't sit down again, asshole."

"Are you threatening me, boy?" Ferrell said loudly, squaring up to me. "You threatening an SBI agent? That's a felony, boy."

"No, that's not a threat." I said, squaring up to him and taking a two-hand stance with the crowbar, ready to hit Ferrell in the head with it with all my power. "Its a prediction... and you know it."

In the instant of silence in the room, we heard the Chief's secretary outside saying "Stop, you can't go in there! Wait!--" The door burst open and in walked... Henry R. Wargrave.

I immediately understood why Ferrell was so scared that he was willing to confront me.

Wargrave was followed by SBI Agent Ted Orosco. Orosco had black hair, combed meticulously neatly over to one side. I gauged his age to be low-30s. He was stocky and looked a bit chubby but was in shape, and was very short. He was one of the SBI officers brought in from Midtown to our area to try to help forge better relations with us as well as the City Police, and he was known to be methodical and relentless in his pursuits of criminals. That he was with Wargrave shocked me; was Orosco on the take? I wondered.

It was the tall, handsome, ash-blonde Wargrave who spoke. "Chief, I'm so sorry to barge in on you like this."

"Martha, it's okay." the Chief said to the secretary, who was standing at the door with a look of fury on her face. "What can I help you with, Mr. Wargrave?" The Chief looked immensely relieved that the fires that were spiraling out of control had been doused.

"I just came by to speak with Agent Ferrell here. He may have become overzealous in the performance if his duties." said Wargrave, his voice smooth and comforting, but his presence dominating the room. "I apologize if he has bothered you or your MCD Lieutenant in any way. Don, please forgive the man, he knows not what he does, as the Bible says."

"You're here just in time, Mr. Wargrave." I said, not trying to hide the anger on my face, though Mr. Wargrave had misinterpreted it... I was more angry that I had been stopped from using the Iron Crowbar than from anything the turd Ferrell had said.

"Come along, Agent Ferrell." Wargrave ordered, turning to leave. Ferrell wasted no time in complying. Steven Ikea remained in the room, as did Agent Orosco.

"What are you still doing in here, Ikea?" the Chief growled, sitting down. It was meant as a dismissal, but Ikea stood his ground.

"I'm here to get those drug samples, Chief." Ikea said. "Your MCD boy is going to produce them one way or another. This is not going away."

"Yes it is." the Chief said simply. "And you're going away, too... right now. Get out of my office, Ikea. And if I see you speaking to that asshole Ferrell again, I'll fire your ass, no matter what the cost. Now get!"

Ikea glared at the Chief then at me, but as I took a step with the intention of violently enforcing the Chief's dismissal, Ikea rapidly left the office.

"Sit down, Crowbar; have a seat Agent Orosco." the Chief said. We sat down. "Now what in the hell is going on here?"

"Sir, I apologize on behalf of the SBI." Orosco said. "Ferrell claims that there were some drug samples obtained in an illegal raid upon University property. All he's talked about for days is getting those samples back. I can tell you this: it's not the SBI doing this. I've spoken to the Deputy Director of the SBI as well as the chief of the Narcotics Task Force. This is not the SBI's doing in any way. Ferrell is acting alone."




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"Any idea who is behind him on this?" I asked.

"No, Lieutenant." Orosco replied. "But the SBI's Internal Affairs has been looking into Ferrell. He's been acting strangely the past few weeks."

"Good luck with that." I said. "By the way, did you come here with Mr. Wargrave?"

"Oh no." said Agent Orosco. "I just happened to walk in right behind him. Was that really the billionaire Henry Wargrave?" I noted the tinge of awe in the SBI agent's voice.

"Sure was." I said. Orosco seemed honest in his answers, but I was not totally convinced, at least not yet. And after some further but innocuous pleasantries, the Chief dismissed Orosco. Once alone in the room, the Chief looked at me.

"Were they trying to bait you into something?" the Chief asked.

"Yes and no, sir." I said. "Sure Ikea and Ferrell are always looking to start shit with me as well as trying to get something over me. But Ferrell really did want those drugs, and he showed some fear about not getting them. He was clearly desperate if he was trying to browbeat Tanya into giving them to him and he didn't want me to know he wanted them. Then he realizes he has to go through me, so he comes to you and is actually prepared to confront me over them. That bespeaks desperation more than sanity."

I then told the Chief about the situation with Tanya, Christina and Dr. Mays, including a full report on the true nature of the synthetic drugs we'd captured. "Dr. Mays has been murdered; it was on TV this morning. I'm betting Mays was the leak to someone who wants those drugs."

"Your nephew involved in this?"

"It's unlikely, sir. Ned would be making more drugs like this, not worried about obtaining the previous set. No sir, this has Federal Government fingerprints on it."

"Think you need to talk to Muscone about it?"

"Why yes, he certainly does." said FBI Special Agent In Charge Jack Muscone as he strode into the chief's office, having been admitted by the secretary after asking properly. "I see I got here just a bit late for the party..."

Part 6 - Sparring Partners

"I heard there was some excitement at Police Headquarters yesterday." Laura said as we sipped drinks on the back porch of The Cabin on Thursday at sunset. She had just returned from her symposium. I was sipping single-malt Scotch while Laura sipped club soda. The view was lovely; the view of the pregnant woman was even lovelier. Then she messed it up by talking 'shop'.

"You heard correctly." I said, then sipped my drink.

After a pause, Laura said, "Well?" After another sip of my drink without speaking, she said "You're not going to tell me about it?"

"Not much to tell." I said. "SBI Agent Ferrell had his panties in a wad, and made the very brave gesture of confronting me and the Chief about it with his dingleberry Ikea in tow. Your friend and patient Mr. Wargrave came in, and he saved Ferrell's ass from getting spanked black and blue by an iron crowbar."

"What was the fight about?" Laura said. I knew why she was probing. I loved this woman, but I wasn't going to play some games.

"Nothing." I said. "What happens in the Chief's office stays in the Chief's office."

"I see." Laura said, knowing that in spite of our relationship, I wasn't going to tell her about this one. "But it had to be serious; Chief Griswold put out an alert to the entire Police Force and the University Police to be cautious about being observed or watched, and to be on heightened alert overall when approached. Then he calls me and tells me to be careful, and to watch over you, too."

Boy, she was pressing hard, I realized. Surely she already knew...

"I couldn't have a better looking babysitter." I said. "Do you really not know what it was about?"

"No, I really don't." Laura replied, then added "I've been out of town for a few days, as you know. I heard a rumor that some drugs were confiscated, but that's all I could find out. Any relation to that?"

I peered hard at my fiancee. "You really don't know, do you?" I said, thinking aloud.

"No, darling, I really don't." Laura said, her eyes locking with mine. "But what I did hear was that Agent Ferrell has been instructed not to show his butt in this County again, lest it have that crowbar you mentioned applied to his ass. He's going to be working out of the City, or maybe Midtown."

"Good." I said. "Can we get Ikea transferred, also?" I wasn't really paying attention to Laura, my mind was blazing... if she really didn't know about the drugs, then they didn't come from her friend Dr. Heinz's projects. And if Bounel wasn't part of a chain that stole them from Heinz, where DID he get them from? I wondered. And to whom was he to deliver them?

All this, unless Laura was lying, of course, but she didn't seem to be...

"No such luck, he's all yours." Laura said. seeing that I was thinking about things. "You know, you really have people talking about that crowbar; I'm surprised how far your reputation has reached."

"Mm-hmm." I replied, smiling. "Especially when one sexy professor of psychology keeps bringing it up in all the right places." Think-time was over, and my 'little head' was taking over my thinking: I wanted to fuck my future wife.

"Can't imagine who that would be." Laura said drily. "But you and your Iron Crowbar notwithstanding, Ferrell is lucky to be alive, to be honest with you."

"I know." I said, slipping up. "Did Mr. Wargrave tell you about his visit to our humble Headquarters?"

"What happens in my office, stays in my office." Laura replied, her voice smoothly casual.

"Touché!" I said, grinning, acknowledging her victory. We clinked our glasses, understanding each other.

"Okay, let's talk about our wedding plans." Laura said. "I've got the guest list done, invitations out, the Justice of The Peace has agreed to the date, and we're-- what?"

"We can talk about that later." I said, getting up. "It'll be good pillow talk... but first, I haven't had you in days, and I'm going to correct that situation right now." I took my beautiful fiancee's hand and we walked back inside...

To be continued.



Interlude Ch. 07



The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series.

Interludes 6-7.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

This interlude is intended to bridge the gap to the next blockbuster set of police drama stories. Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy the stories.-- WW.



The hot sex is towards the end of the story, but many fun non-sex secrets come first, so don't skip too much. ;-)

Part 7 - Wedding Bells

It was Saturday, July 20th. We were at the reception hall on the small lake which Laura called the "president's dacha". A walkway bridge over the water led to an island that was composed of a roofed veranda. There I stood with the Justice of the Peace, my best man Chief Griswold and groomsmen Todd, Jack Muscone, and Hugh Hewitt, along with bridesmaids Britt Maxwell, my mother and, to my surprise, Tanya Perlman, all the women looking hot in salmon pink dresses and salmon colored, very high heel strappy sandals.

But my breath was taken away as first the Matron of Honor, my ex-wife Melina, also in a salmon pink dress came down the bridge path, strewing rose petals, followed by the loveliest bride in the world, my beloved Laura. She was wearing an off white dress, not a full wedding gown but more like her bridesmaids' sleeveless dresses, and high heel sandals whose design was identical to the bridesmaids, except for their off-white color. Her black hair was styled like that of a Grecian goddess... and a goddess she truly was.

The curve of her belly betraying her late-term pregnancy did not in any way diminish the beauty of my gorgeous bride. Her luscious legs and shapely feet competed with her radiant face for my attention as she slowly walked down the bridge "aisle" to the veranda. My heart and penis were both full of desire for her, though I managed to keep my penis somewhat under control.

Only the wedding party was inside the veranda, filling it. The other guests watched from the shore, just in front of the reception hall. Laura and I exchanged wedding vows, which were the normal ones except we both insisted that the other not say "forsaking all others." Some might not understand, but Laura and I had no qualms about either of us having sex with others; indeed, it was a hot and spicy part of our relationship and our marriage. I don't know if anyone else noticed the omission as we said our "I do"s, and then my favorite part: "You may kiss the bride." I did so with gusto and did not mind everyone watching me share a tongue twining kiss with my wife. OMG... my wife! I thought... finally, Laura Fredricson was officially, legally and spiritually my lawfully wedded wife!

The reception in the reception hall was not meant to be particularly long, but seemed to drag on forever. We took the requisite pictures with the wedding party, the cake, Melina catching the garter fairly easily. She was escorted by Daniel Allgood, and Todd did not look particularly happy about it. He tried to talk to Melina a couple of times, but she told him she'd have to talk to him later, and someone else would then whisk her away, be it my mother, Daniel or Laura herself. I suggested to Todd that he talk with Britt and some of the other lovely ladies from the University, and he made an effort to do so. I noticed a couple of female professors, definitely hot MILFs, trying hard to flirt with Todd, and I hoped his cock would find its way deep into their pussies. He seemed to be a bit polite and formal, though.

I couldn't help any of that; I was the happiest man in the world at the moment. Even so, after the first dance with my wife, she danced with a young Army Captain that she knew. His name was Jim, he'd graduated from this University and was commissioned through its ROTC program, and he'd already done a tour of combat duty in Afghanistan as well as worked for Laura's husband before the general had retired. He had "strawberry blonde" hair, very light red, lighter than myself, definitely much lighter than Hugh's darker red hair coloring. Laura seemed to have a thing for blonde or redheaded men. Lucky for me that I was one of them, I thought.

I saw Pete Feeley and Tanya Perlman together, noticing the eye contact between them, which she was not giving even President Wellman, who had been her lover for quite some time. I wondered if I'd be attending another wedding in the near future... besides Melina and Daniel's, of course. I was quite sure of that one, and so was my mother...

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We had decided not to go on a honeymoon until after the baby was born, but I had reserved the penthouse honeymoon suite at one of the high-rise hotels in the City. We drove over late that afternoon.

We had dinner at one of the City's best steakhouses, and I noticed that Laura was as famished as I was, especially since she was eating for two. We then went to a theatre play, which was a mystery play with a plot that was too thin and too easy to figure out. I thought to myself that the writers should spend some time looking at my case files if they wanted some real material.

Laura and I then spent the next several hours in our suite consummating our marriage. After my third orgasm had essentially wiped me out, we took a hot bath together then went out on the balcony. The night view of the city from up high was magnificent.

"You see that building?" Laura said, pointing at an even taller high rise in the near distance in front of us. "Henry Wargrave's offices are on the top floor of that building. He has a helipad on the roof with direct access to the office."

"Interesting." I said, not really interested in anything at the moment except my wife's lovely body in her nightgown. "Have you been there before?"

"Yes." she said. "Twice. Once with President Wellman when Mr. Wargrave wrote us a big check for my psychological research. The other time... well, I can't talk about that, it was a, shall we say, 'professional' visit."

"Viagra delivery?" I said jokingly.

"No, not that kind of 'professional'." Laura replied. She turned to me and slid her arms around my neck. "But speaking of viagra, I better get you one: I am a bride not yet satisfied." She kissed my mouth warmly.

"Well, I have work to do, then." I said. We went back to bed, from which we did not leave until late the next morning.

Part 8 - Now Hiring

6:00am, Thursday, August 1st. Hugh Hewitt walked into Headquarters and down the hall toward the MCD room. His dark red hair had been shorn into a military-style haircut the day before. He was feeling good: that trophy wife Shayla Belle had been one hell of a fuck the night before, he thought. She had taken his eight inches in every hole and come back for seconds and thirds... and fourths, exhausting him.

Too bad he had to leave and go home lest her husband catch them together. he thought to himself as he turned into the MCD room. He noticed that Cindy was finishing rearranging desks, moving the heavy furniture with seemingly effortless ease.

"What's up, Cindy?" he asked.

"New people." Cindy said. "Two coming in today. Don wanted you and me to rearrange the room to fit them as well as some more over time, but as you can see, I got bored and just did it myself."

"Cool." Hugh said. "Since you've saved me the work, I'll make your coffee." He poured two cups, fixing Cindy's just the way she liked it.

"Ahhh, that's good." Cindy said, sipping her coffee as she and Hugh sat down in chairs at the back end of the room, farthest from the door near the Vice room. "You make it the way I like it better than I do, Hugh."

"I aim to please." Hugh said, sipping his own coffee. "But I'm not surprised you like military-grade coffee. So who are our new victims-- I mean, detectives?"

"I don't know." Cindy said, smiling at the joke. "I think Diana Torres and Christopher Purvis are being promoted from the uniform ranks. Don said we're going to have two hires from the outside, but he didn't give any details... typical."

"They probably told him not to say anything." Hugh said. "The brass likes to keep things quiet until--"

Just then a tall, black-haired woman entered the room, looking around as she came up to them. "Can we help you?" Cindy asked, wondering how a stranger was managing to just saunter into this room, much less an allegedly-secure police station.

"Hi." said the woman. Her voice was low and husky, almost whispery though it carried well enough. "I'm Angela Harlan. Today's my first day here." She handed Cindy the papers in her hand, showing that she was indeed the new hire.

"Oh! Well then, welcome." Cindy said. "I'm Cindy Ross and this is Hugh Hewitt. Grab some coffee there and pull up a chair."

Hugh was transfixed. This vision of loveliness to his eyes was tall, her black hair falling in gentle waves to her shoulders. Her face was full of sharp angles but was attractive. She was slender and in excellent physical shape. Her breasts were not particularly large, but stood proudly and firmly on her chest. Her abs were tight and her legs were like slender tubes, firm and shapely, though they seemed slightly bowlegged. She was wearing a black pantsuit jacket and pants, and and open-collar white shirt with navy-blue stripes.

She looked to be in her early thirties, Hugh and Cindy both thought. The only strange feature were her eyes. They were dark, and there just seemed to be something odd when one looked into them....

"So, are you related to Coach Harlan at the University?" Hugh asked, trying to strike up a conversation with his new colleague.

"Yes, he's my first cousin. Our dad's are brothers." Angela replied, letting her eyes lock with his. Was that a connection the stud war hero was feeling?

"Where are you from? Texas?" Cindy asked, noting the other woman's accent as well as the beginnings of her connection with Hugh.

"Sure am." Angela replied, naming a police department in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. "I spent the last five years in Homicide there. Brian, my cousin, suggested that I apply here when he heard you were hiring."

"So, how is Hugh's coffee?" Cindy said, noting Angela's reaction.

"Strong. Just the way I like it." Angela said, her slight grimace showing she was being polite.

"Kissing up to me already." Hugh said with a grin.

"If she likes that coffee, she'll fit in around here just perfectly." Tanya Perlman said as she entered the room with a playful grin. She then introduced herself and the four detectives fluttered like parakeets for a while.

At 7:00am everyone fell silent as the news came onto the TV screens. Of course that meant Bettina was on the air!

"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" the lovely redhead reporterette shouted into her microphone. "Channel Two News has learned that Police have no suspects in the shootings that erupted last weekend in the Southwest district of Town. Captain Harold Malone of the Police Department Vice Squad has stated that he does not believe that the shootings were part of a drug war or of any new drug gangs attempting to set themselves up for illicit business in Town, but the SBI Narcotics Task Force believes otherwise, saying that drug gangs are always trying to move into new territories and that the University represents lucrative grounds for new drug sales.

"In other news, Senior Detective Steven Ikea said that rumors of a Government cover-up in the murder of the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds are just that: rumors. Detective Ikea continues to pursue leads in the murder of the Rev. Oldeeds, saying that the men previously arrested in the case are only a part of the overall story."

"Sheesh, quoting Ikea?" Cindy Ross said with deep disdain. "Might as well quote Howdy Doody."

Bettina was continuing on the screen: "Last but not least, the University has denied reports from the SBI that experimental drugs were stolen from a research project within the University. Campus Police Captain Brittany M. Maxwell has categorically denied the SBI's report that Town Police confiscated vials of drugs in a raid upon an unnamed drug distributor, and she further states that there are no reports of missing experimental drugs since a University student was arrested over a year ago. That student escaped University police custody and has so far totally eluded discovery by law enforcement authorities. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News."

"Wow." Angela Harlan said. "All that is going on right now?

"Slow news day." Tanya Perlman said. "Bettina made it sound like a big deal, but that was a big balloon of hot air. Get used to it, Angela."

"Whatever you do," Cindy Ross said, "don't ever be someone the Chief thinks is leaking to the Media."

"I hear ya." Angela said, still staring at the TV screen as the weather report was being delivered.

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"And this is Leonard R. Sharples." said Captain Malone. The Detective Force, MCD and Vice, were assembled in the large auditorium room. Malone was on the floor in front of the stage, introducing the new people. I was sitting on the edge of the stage to one side.

Leonard R. Sharples was a character. He was white, appeared to be in his upper 30s or lower 40s. Oddly, he wore a light brown raincoat, even indoors, into which he could put in a liner to make it a heavier trenchcoat for the winter. He had a fedora hat like the Press of the 1950s comic books always wore. He was short, rather portly, dark haired and had what looked like mere slits for eyes, though he did not look Asian in any way. His cheeks were large, and he had what attempted to be a big mustache, but failed in comparison to Police Chief Griswold's or County Councilman John "Jack" Colby's. He was definitely an 'Inspector Clouseau' type.

Another odd thing about him... he insisted on being called "Sergeant", as if it were his first name, introducing himself as "Sergeant Sharples" to everyone. Of course, the Detectives in this Police Force outranked Sergeants, but that did not seem to faze the man even after Captain Malone brusquely informed him of that fact.

I had looked over his qualifications again as Captain Malone introduced him to everyone. I had no problem hiring Angela Harlan; she had a solid record with a couple of Homicide divisions in Texas cities about our size, one of them being in the DFW area. But there were strangenesses about Sharples' resume. He was coming to us from Midtown, where his record appeared to be brilliant but spotty. He'd been in several departments over the last 10 years in our State and our neighboring states, moving from job to job every two to three years, every place showing similar records: some brilliant successes but otherwise very mundane. Before that, he'd spent several years in a Louisiana police department, which slightly raised my hackles: I'm not exactly the most trusting person of Louisiana Law Enforcement, especially around New Orleans.

I was not impressed with Sharples during the interview processes. Angela Harlan's twang was obviously a Texas drawl... and I was familiar with Laura's, as my new wife was originally from the Lone Star State. But Sharples talked slow as if he wasn't all that bright... but it also seemed to be deliberate... as if he wanted people to underestimate him.

Captain Malone had brought him in with some good recommendations from the Midtown Police. It looked to me like they were buttering our noodle about him and passing him off on us. I'd recommended against immediately hiring him, but Malone and Captain Forsyth of Personnel had lobbied for him, and since it was the Vice position I lost on that one.

"Detectives, there is one other thing." Malone announced. "Our Detective Force needs to be more well-rounded, and to that aim we are going to be doing cross-training between Vice and MCD, and also some cross-pairings so you can work better together and learn from each other. We think it's worked well with Ross and Croyle, and we intend to expand it."

I just listened, wanting to laugh at how Captain Malone was taking credit for what had been my idea to have those two work together, and not just for reasons of cross-training.

Captain Malone continued: "Torres, you're in MCD and Purvis, you're in Vice, but you'll go in the same class to Detective School and will be working with Detectives from both branches. In spite of past frictions, I expect you people to work together a lot better than we have been in the past. Lieutenant, do you have anything to add?"

"Yes I do." I said, standing up. "I fully concur with Captain Malone on this. We need better cross-training and we need to work together better. I said 'working together', not necessarily 'liking each other'. I don't expect you guys to start have dinner with each other or go to bed together every night..." There was some tepid laughter at that.

"...but we have to work together, and I'm sure you'll make every effort to do so in a professional manner. Captain?"

"See?" Captain Malone said, pointing at me. "This guy can be politically correct when he has to be." he continued, giving what for him was a grin as he needled me. Everyone laughed as I rolled my eyes and smiled.

"That's it, folks." the Captain said. "Promotions and medal ceremonies in an hour. Either be there or make yourselves scarce."

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"Pete, stop worrying about it." Tanya said. She was talking to Pete Feeley in the breakroom nearest the MCD room. "You've been on the February track all along."

While there were occasional exceptions, our Police Force made promotions every February 1st and August 1st, and often our new hires started on those dates as well. Pete Feeley's dreams of becoming a Detective on this day had been dashed, as his time and grade had him on the track to be considered the next February. He'd not shown any particular promise that would've caused me to advise advancing him "below the zone", i.e. promote him early.

"Yeah, I know." Pete said, "I was just hoping I might get a shot. Is the Lieutenant mad at me?"

"No, silly." Tanya said, smiling playfully at him. "But again, you just need to relax. Why don't you and I have dinner tonight, and then I'll rock your world all night long and make you forget about being a detective anywhere. When I'm done with you tonight, mister, you're going to be too exhausted to search for clues anywhere outside my bedroom!"

"Mmmm, sounds good." Pete said. "Well, I guess I better go, medal ceremonies coming up. Are you coming?"

"No, I've got to talk to our Lieutenant." Tanya replied.

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"Hi Don." Tanya said, coming to her little Lieutenant office across from mine just as I was coming into mine. The narrow corridor was barely big enough for us to walk side-by-side. "Hey, can I come into your office a minute?"

"Sure." I said. Once inside, I said "So how is Christina doing?"

"Still upset about Dr. Mays's death." Tanya replied. "She felt like it was her fault because she sent those chemicals from the Bounel raid to him in the first place."

"Well, it wasn't her fault that he was shot dead. It was Dr. Mays's own actions: Jack Muscone of the FBI told me that Mays was going to sell those chemicals to some people that were either foreign agents or Organized Crime. He was a bad boy, from what we're learning. By the way, you can't tell Christina any of that, so she's just going to have to get over it on her own."




Interlude Ch. 07



"I hear you." Tanya said. "But she's not the reason I wanted to talk to you. It's about Pete Feeley."

"Upset about not getting a Detective badge this go-round?" I asked. Tanya nodded.

"Yeah, he's taking it a lot more personally and a lot harder than he should." she said. "I was wondering if you could talk to him, to motivate him a little bit."

"Let's talk seriously about this, Tanya." I said. "I did consider Pete for promotion below the zone, but I've got some concerns. He's still very young, and he hasn't yet shown a lot of imagination. He'll be going to the State's Advanced Criminology Course, a.k.a. Detective School, in a couple of months. We'll see how he does there."

"Is that the new course you designed for them?" Tanya asked.

"Yep. After I blew through their old one and then started pointing out the fallacies, they got pissed and challenged me to do better. So I did. The Director of the SBI and the Governor personally passed off on it, so they're implementing my new material."

"Good." Tanya said. "The old one wasn't worth shit."

"Actually, Tanya, I was going to ask you to talk to Pete about going through the Uniform Leadership track. He did well at the Advanced Academy course, youngest ever to pass in the top 10%. He would do very well there, and he'd be a Sergeant in no time flat."

"Already done that. I've talked to him several times about it." Tanya said. "And it's not encouraging: Pete is dead set on being a Detective. Doesn't care about the rest of it."

"Would a promotion to corporal if he takes the uniform track help?" I asked.

"I don't think so." Tanya replied. "This is TMI, but my pillow talk with Pete is talking about our careers, and I've told him time and again to go for his sergeant stripes and let the Detective rank come in time... but to no avail. By the way, when it comes to work he practically worships you." She paused, then added a bit sarcastically: "In a platonic way, of course."

"Sheesh." I said. "Well, he better be worshipping that tasty pussy of yours and not worry about me." I grinned as the memories of my cock being sheathed in Tanya's sweet cunt came swimming into my mind. Tanya grinned, getting up.

"Well, let's let you have a taste of me right now--"

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

I just raised my eyebrows knowingly as Tanya sat back down, grinning wickedly.

"Come in." I said. It was Cindy Ross.

"Oh, sorry to bother you." she said, about to withdraw and close the door again.

"No, it's all right, Cindy, come on in." I said. The small room was now crowded with three persons inside, but having two lovely ladies in front of me was not a problem for my eyes. After Cindy closed the door, I said "Sit down and tell me what you came here to tell me. You're among friends."

"Thanks." Cindy said, understanding the full meaning of my last comment.

"We were just talking about putting Pete Feeley on the fast track to Sergeant." I said. "What do you think of that?"

"Fine with me." Cindy said. "But does he want that? All I ever hear from him is about becoming a Detective. And speaking of 'sergeants', what do you think of our new addition, Sergeant Sharples?"

"That guy is weird." Tanya said, answering before I could say anything. "And I just don't get why he wants to be thought of as a sergeant. Nothing against our sergeants, but they're ranked below Detectives here."

"Yeah." I said. "Keep this in this room, folks, but I voted against his hiring. I was outvoted. Why do you bring him up, Cindy?" I asked, knowing that she had a reason for bringing up his name.

"Teresa called my sister Molly Evans on the Midtown Police Force after we met the guy this morning." Cindy said, "Molly told Teresa that Sharples had solved a number of cases and made a lot of drug busts, but Internal Affairs there had started looking into him upon request by an SBI agent, Ted Orosco. Right about that time and by sheer coincidence, our Department contacted them about hiring Sharples and they sang his praises."

"Yep, they buttered our noodle, and we blindly unloaded their problem from them." I said. "Well, Cindy, tell Teresa to keep both eyes peeled around the guy. By the way, how do the two of you like Angela Harlan?"

"She seems fine." Cindy said. "She's done mostly homicides, so she'll have to expand her horizons."

"There's something about her eyes." Tanya said, almost introspectively. "Something wrong. But I can't place my finger on it."

"Yeah, I noticed that too." I said, also as an absentminded afterthought. "Oh well, show her the ropes. Y'all get out of here, I have to get caught up with all this sucky paperwork."

As they were walking out the door I said, "Oh, Cindy, can you stay a moment?" Tanya went on out and Cindy came back in, closing the door and sitting down.

"I'm going to get improperly personal and intrusive." I said. "Why is Teresa calling your sister instead of you calling your sister?" Cindy got the point of my inquiry.

She exhaled and then said "Let's just say that my family did not take too well to my... sexual orientation. Molly is a damn good cop, as good as you, I daresay. And she's incorruptible; she's been offered bribes by politicians several times and she not only refused but either reported them or busted their chops like you did on Sergei Molotov."

"I should send her a crowbar." I said.

"And she would love it." Cindy replied, then continued. "Thing is, she was pissed when she found out I'm a lesbian, and I got pissed that she didn't accept it and accept me as I am."

"Sorry to hear that." I said. "She's older than you?"

"Yes. She's your age, maybe a year older."

"I see. I've heard that she's good. She was put on the SBI Reserve program at the same time Britt Maxwell and I were. As to your family issues, maybe y'all can find a way to bridge the gap. Your problems are nothing compared to me and my sister." I paused, then added. "And I'm not any the better for that."

"I understand." Cindy said, understanding that I'd let more show than I would to any other people.

As she got up to go, she said, "By the way, my apologies for interrupting you just as you were about to get a hot piece of ass." She was trying to hide a grin.

"Ah, good." I said, actually pleased by the remark. "You are getting better at observation and deduction. Now get your hardbody butt out of here and start training Detective Harlan. Just don't be TOO hard on her the first day...."

Part 9- New Girl In Town

"C'mon Lenny, you're wasting my time." I said.

It was almost 1:00pm the same day, August 1st. I was in Interrogation-2 with Detectives Purvis and Geiger, who'd not gotten anything out of this suspect. Sergeant Sharples was also in the room, but to this point had just been sitting off to the side, observing.

Lenny had long hair, was dirty, unkempt and smelly, and was a well-known drug distributor. The Vice Detectives had surprised me by actually requesting that I work the suspect over so that they could learn something. Well I'll be darned, I thought to myself, this cross-training program might really work, after all! Then I found out that it was Sharples that had suggested it, so that he could observe how *I* operate. Hmmm.... but enough of that in my head, I had to interview a suspect:

"We know it was you who hit that boy on the head and took those drugs." I said to Lenny, who disgusted me. He was filth, pure trash. "It was witnessed, we've got a lineup all warmed up and ready to go. You know you did it, Lenny. You know it, I know, these guys know it; hell, it's unanimous, buddy."

"I ain't the one." Lenny said. "You picked up the wrong guy." I could tell by his eyes he was lying.

"Lenny, we can make this so easy for you." I said, getting to my real reason for wanting to interview this piece of shit Lenny. "You tell me why the Beanstalk Gang has such exclusive access to the drug trade in this town, tell me why and how any competition is being 'dissuaded' from working in this Town, and I'll have a good word with the D.A.'s office about greatly reducing your sentence."

"You're in fantasy-land, Lightwork Man." Lenny said, the term 'lightwork' being a play off my rank of Lieutenant, and a sneering insult that Lieutenants did higher officers' 'lightwork'. In the Army, that was true; in the Police Force, it was anything but true.

Lenny had more to say. "You're full of shit about the Beanstalks being the only game in town. Others are moving in, getting their piece of the pie."

"Wanna tell me who those people are, Lenny?" I asked, having gotten him to admit that there were other people moving into Town for the purpose of selling drugs.

"Yeah, right." Lenny said. "I'm not even sure who they are. Crips, Bloods, who knows?"

"Oh, those gangbangers have long since tried to move in, and they got their asses carved like a Thanksgiving roast. Funny how everyone comes over all dead or gets caught as soon as they bring in so much as a kilo of coke, Lenny. Except the Beanstalks, at least for now." I said. "Now why don't you tell me why that is."

"You're outta yer tree." Lenny said. "I'm done talking. I want a lawyer."

"Sure thing, sleazeball." I said. "But I'll tell you this--"

Just then Cindy Ross burst into the room.

"Lieutenant, we just got the call. It's time." I knew what she meant, but took a few seconds to clean up the mess of this piece of filth Lenny in front of me.

"Lenny, if you haven't confessed to these officers by the time I get back," I said, getting up, "then I'm going to let it be known on the street that you're the guy who took that kilo of cocaine from the only game in Town, the Beanstalk Gang. You know what's going to happen to you when they find out about that, don't you Lenny? They're not going to bother asking if it's true or not; they'll just cut you up into pieces and worry about it later. Think about it, Lenny." Lenny looked fearful as I left the room... he knew that I wouldn't be lying, that he indeed had been the one who 'borrowed' the coke from one of the most brutal gangs that still had the temerity to operate in my County.

I exited the room and ran at the top of my speed down the hall to MCD. Cindy and Tanya were there. "She's already at the hospital." Cindy said. "I'll drive you." Angela Harlan was watching from the door to the MCD room, totally unaware of what was happening.

"Like hell you will, you drive too slow!" I shouted as I sprinted to the exit that led to the parking lot. Tanya was barely in time to get into the passenger seat with me as I tore out, leaving Cindy behind to catch up later. Once on the streets, I turned on the blue lights and sirens and drove as fast as I could across town to campus, noticing that Tanya's knuckles were white as she held on.

"Are we going to get in trouble for using the lights and siren for non-official purposes?" Tanya asked, perhaps rhetorically.

"Hell, what good are they if I can't use 'em?" I asked. "And who's going to turn me in?"

"Not me." Tanya said. "But all those crashed cars you're leaving in our wake might bring some complaints about police driving habits."

"Fuck 'em, this is more important." I said. I knew there were no accidents, but was too nervous to absorb Tanya's teasing at the moment. Fortunately we arrived at University Hospital within a minute.

We rushed into the hospital and I bounded up the stairs to the floor where deliveries were made, checking in with the desk nurse. Tanya had decided to take the elevator.

"You're just in time, Lieutenant." the nurse said. "She's been taken into the delivery room. Come in here." She led me to a small room where I was outfitted with scrubs over my clothes, gloves, a hat and a mask. I felt like I was going into surgery as the operating doctor.

We walked through a labyrinth of corridors, my heart pounding in my chest. Entering a room, I saw my wife Laura lying on the table, her legs spread and strapped into the metal stirrups that extended from the end of the bed. Laura was sweating profusely, and I heard her scream.

"Hi honey." Laura said to me, then another scream. "Aauuugh!" she yelled as the doctor said "Push!" I had my iPhone out, videotaping. I could see the head of the baby showing as Laura grimaced and pushed again. Indeed I had just made it in time... time which seemed to slow down as I watched the doctor finally be able to grip the head and ultimately to pull the baby out of my wife's vagina.

As the doctor quickly secured the umbilical cord, cutting it, the next sound that reached my ears was the most welcome to any new parent: the baby cried... and loudly.

"It's a girl." the head nurse said. Tears began flowing from my eyes... I was the proud father of a new baby daughter!

"Oh honey, I love you." I said, kissing Laura on the forehead as she gasped to catch her breath. I could not stop the tears flowing from my eyes, and Laura's eyes were overflowing as well.

Nurses were still working between Laura's legs to clean up the ejecta, and other nurses and the doctor were cleaning up the baby and examining her on a cold metal plate a couple of feet away.

Newborn babies are not the cute little things one sees on TV. She was a mess, with a very red face, pointed skull that would round out with time, no hair on her head, her arms just unwinding and her tiny legs still bent almost double. She looked more like a big red raisin than a person.

My little girl continued to announce her presence to the world in the strongest and loudest possible terms for a couple of moments as the measurements were made.

"Seven pounds, no ounces." one nurse said. Laura was grasping my hand.

"What is her name?" another nurse asked as she filled out the paperwork.

"Carole." Laura said. "C-a-r-o-l-e. Carole Diana. Oh honey, I can't believe it! Oh, just look at her..."

Finally, after several more minutes, the head nurse put a pink toboggan on my daughter's head, wrapped her in a linen cloth, and handed her to me. I was amazed at how tiny she was, how light she felt in my arms. I had never felt happier. Wow, I was holding a baby that was just a few minutes old! And she was mine!

After a moment, I turned and gently handed the baby to her mother. "Just lie her down, belly to belly." the nurse said. Laura did so, gently stroking our daughter's back. Carole had stopped crying and was now lying there peacefully, probably asleep as her little eyes were closed.

"Oh my God." I said, silently thanking God and the Universe for the successful and healthy arrival of our new child...

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Long moments later I made my way out into the waiting room as Laura and Carole were wheeled into a hospital room. The delivery had gone well for Laura, she had no problems so far.

Cindy, Tanya, Hugh, and the Chief were waiting. The Chief had permitted no more to come. Of course my mother and Todd were also there.

I tried to make my voice sound like a good John Wayne imitation. "There's a new girl in town, pardners..." Then I was overcome by emotion again and my voice broke; I couldn't finish the sentence. My mom was hugging me as my friends congratulated me.

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The next day I handed out over two hundred pink candy cigars at the Police Headquarters and at the University Campus Police headquarters. I also handed out a few real cigars: to the Chief, to Todd, to Britt Maxwell, to University President Wellman, who came in with his wife to visit Laura... and a couple to Melina, who I knew enjoyed a good cigar.

Part 10- A Young Heart Broken

"Hi Todd." Melina said. It was Friday, August 2nd, and she had been helping Phyllis with last minute preparations for the baby's arrival after mom and daughter's discharge from the hospital, which was expected to happen the next morning. When Todd walked in, Phyllis left her grandson and former daughter alone, knowing that this conversation was needed.

"Hey, baby." Todd said. "I haven't heard from you in days, and then Grandma called and said come over. What's up?"

"I know, I've been really busy. And we do need to talk." Melina said. "Let's go sit down."

They went down through the basement game room and onto the porch, overlooking the University and the Town behind it. Melina sat down in one of the patio chairs, beckoning Todd to sit in the one next to her.

"Todd, it's like this." Melina said. "I've met a guy, we've begun dating, and it's getting serious. I... I'm not going to be dating you or anyone else right now, maybe forever."

Though he had suspected this, Todd had deliberately refused to consciously consider that Melina was dating another man and would reject him. Her words now slammed into his chest like a jackhammer or his Uncle Don's crowbar.

"But..." Todd said, stammering, groping for words. "But... what about our baby? I mean, I want to be part of his or her life, and part of your life."

"I know," Melina said, "and you'll be the baby's father and part of his life. It's a boy, by the way, I had them tell me."

"Wow, a boy." Todd said, momentarily letting the joy of knowing he was going to have a son ease the pain of Melina's words... but the reality soon had to be dealt with.

"Does this guy you're dating... does he know about the baby and that it's mine?" Todd asked. His mind was in turmoil; he could barely speak.

"Yes, he knows everything." Melina said. "He understands that you're the father and you want to be part of the baby's life. And you'll be part of my life, too... but as friends. I can't give you any more than that."

"I understand." Todd said, not understanding, his eyes looking over the vista.

"I'm sorry if I've hurt you." Melina said. "I never meant for any of this to happen; hell, I never thought your uncle Don and I wouldn't be married anymore. It's just been a... a whirlwind."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Todd said, the misery beginning to clutch at his heart.


"I'll always love you, just not the way you were hoping for." Melina said. She kissed the young stud's cheek. "I'm going to go back inside and finish helping your grandmother. I'll see you in a little bit." She walked back inside, leaving Todd on the patio.

It took a long time for him to work through his memories, his shattered hopes and dreams. He remembered how he'd fallen in love with Melina when he was only thirteen, remembered how he'd felt for her when he'd finally made love to her on that camping trip over a year ago... then his god-damned brother had drugged them all... then suddenly she was here, in this Town, in Todd's grasp, especially when his Uncle Don had fallen hard for Dr. Laura Fredricson. It all was going so beautifully well... but now something had happened... suddenly... and *POOF* it was all over, just like that?

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"Oh my," said Phyllis, as she watched Todd go around to his car, then heard it drive away. "I hope he'll be okay."

"Me, too." Melina said. "But it had to be done."

"I know, dear." Phyllis said. "I remember when I had to break up with Bob Thornton after I agreed to marry Douglass. I don't think Bobby ever got over it."

"What happened to him?" Melina asked.

"He joined the Marines, went to Viet Nam. He was badly wounded, twice, was awarded the Navy Cross for heroism. Came home, got married, but he began drinking and became an alcoholic. Drank himself to death within fifteen years. I always thought the war had finally killed him, but his mother always blamed me for it all."

"I hope Todd won't do anything like that, or do anything rash." Melina said.

"Me neither." Phyllis replied. "But Todd's got a better head on him than Bobby Thornton ever did."

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I got the call at 1:00am.

I headed down to the "Sachsenhausen" district. This area was in Town, but right across the main north-south street from the University, and many bars, restaurants and sandwich shoppes lined the streets. Because it was similar to the way many bars lined the streets of the Sachsenhausen district in Frankfurt, Germany, it had somehow and aptly acquired the same name. Further west and south the streets got uglier as one entered the "Tenderloin" District, where the prostitutes and drug dealers plied their trades.




Interlude Ch. 07



A police car was parked in front of one of the drinking establishments, and I went inside. Wading through the crowd to the back patio, I asked a waitress to bring me a pitcher of ice water to the back patio.

"What's going on here, guys?" I said. Patrolmen Morton and Rudistan were standing over a nearly unconscious young man... it was my nephew Todd. I recognized the young woman who was kneeling, helping him to sit up. It was Teresa Croyle, who was off-duty.. she had been the one to call me, not the police officers.

"Uh, hello Lieutenant." said Patrolman Rudistan. "What brings you here?

"Yeah, whatthehellyoudoinghereUncleDonny?" Todd said as he recognized me, his speech slurred.

"This is my nephew, Rudistan." I said. "Lucky for him."

"He's been drinking heavily all night." the waitress said as she brought the pitcher to me. "Got belligerent when we refused to serve him any more. He still managed to get someone to get him another pitcher of beer. He almost broke that table, but then tripped and collapsed. He comes here a lot, but I've never seen him like this."

"Thanks." I said, taking the pitcher of water in my hands. It was very, very cold. "When did you guys get here?"

"Someone out front waved us in as we were driving by." said Rudistan. "Said a guy was ripped and yelling and flopping around. We came in here and found him, with Detective Croyle helping him."

"I see. Thanks for calling me, Teresa." I said. "Okay guys, I'll take charge of my nephew here." I turned my attention to the young drunk man. "Okay, Todd, get up, we're leaving."

"Hell no." Todd said, quietly but drunkenly. "I want another drink."

"You've had enough, buddy." I said, reaching for his arm.

"Fuck you!" Todd said. His feeble attempt to take a swing at me was an epic fail.

I threw the pitcher of water into Todd's face, as I had intended to from the first moment. As he gasped and sputtered, I slapped him.

"Wake up, Todd! Wake the fuck up!" I yelled into his face. He shook his head, and I could tell his eyes were clearing.

"Oh Jesus, Uncle Don, what the hell did you do that for?" Todd said, still drunkenly but a lot more alert than he had just been. When the crowd heard him call me 'Uncle Don', their near anger at my 'police brutality' died down.

"Get your ass up, kid. I'm taking you home." I said. I needed the help of the two patrolmen to get Todd onto his feet. Teresa led the way through the bar and we got Todd into my police SUV.

On the way to The Cabin, Todd kept muttering "She broke up with me, Uncle Don... she broke up with me."

"Yeah, well, you're not the first one she's broken up with." I said. I figured that it was Melina, and that she'd told Todd she was dating someone else. Todd was the last to know, I realized.

"Yeah, but... it's my baby, Uncle Don... why is she doing this to me?"

"I don't know, Todd, but we'll talk about it in the morning, when you're sober. A. Lot. More. Sober." I replied.  Todd was already starting to doze off, making it a bit easier and quieter for me.

Todd slept it off on the patio lounge chair on my back patio, covered with a thin blanket. I didn't want him inside when he puked his guts out at some point... the mess would be easier to clean up from the faux stone deck.

Part 11- On The Rebound

"Oh, she is just so precious!" Jeanine Olivet said as she held Carole. "Such a sweet little girl!"

It was a hot Saturday night, two weeks after Carole had been born. We were in the basement game room of my mom's home, the "Mountain Nest", and we'd invited Jeanine over with an express purpose -- to meet Todd, who had grudgingly accepted the dinner invitation. He was still not over the shock of losing Melina, but Laura and my mother hoped to change that, and soon.

"When is your baby due?" my mother asked.

"Early October." Jeanine replied. "I can't wait."

Carole began to cry. "That's her 'hungry' cry." I said. "Laura, do you want me to give her a bottle?"

"No, I'll take her upstairs." Laura said, intending to breastfeed our baby daughter. Jeanine handed Carole over and Laura took the baby upstairs.

"Mom, why don't I help you with the supper dishes." I said, which would leave Jeanine and Todd alone.

"So..." Jeanine said as she sat down next to Todd, her left hip pressing against his right hip, "... this side of your family is very nice."

"Yeah, at least Uncle Don and my grandmother are." Todd replied. "Can't say the same about my mother and my brother, though."

"Let's not talk about that bastard." Jeanine said, her face darkening at the thought of the murderer of her husband. "Let's talk about your other brother and his family. How are things going with the Burkes?"

"It's just pure strange," Todd said, "but we've settled in with it pretty well." He did not mention that he had been fucking his stepmother in front of his father almost every evening that he spent in their home. "And my father is beginning to teach me about his business. After I graduate, I'll be working with him, and when I turn twenty-one next year I'll be able to start getting stock options in the company."

"That sounds good." Jeanine said. "I have to say, though... in many ways you're not like Jack, and you're certainly your own man... but in some ways you're a lot like him."

"Hopefully his better qualities." Todd said. "I never knew him, though."

"Well, definitely the same in one area." Jeanine said huskily as she began rubbing Todd's crotch through his blue jeans. His cock was hard and thick, outlined against his pants as it ran down his right thigh. Jeanine's hand rubbed up and down the outline of the strained jeans. "You're very well hung, Todd."

"Uh, think they're going to come back?" Todd asked, concerned about getting caught.

"I don't think so." Jeanine said playfully as her hands began to undo the hung stud's pants. She quickly freed Todd's huge organ from the confines of the pants. He was already hard, his ten inch cock standing stiffly upwards.

"Mmmmm, you've definitely got it where it counts, Todd." Jeanine said. She leaned over and kissed the crown of his turgid meat, then let her tongue lick around the sensitive perimeter of the head.

"Mmmm, so tasty!" Jeanine mewled. She opened her mouth and let her lips slide tightly over his cockhead and down the shaft. She took well over half his size down her greedy throat, then suctioned the air out of her mouth as she slid back up, the vacuum effect making Todd groan with pleasure. Within moments, the beautiful woman was fellating the young stud, her mouth bobbing up and down as she sucked his meat with all of the talent and skills she possessed.

"Oh God, that's good!" Todd whispered. The pleasure of the blowjob Jeanine was giving him was incredibly intense. He settled back, no longer worrying if his family came back downstairs. He began lightly hunching his ass up, driving his cock up to meet Jeanine's face descending upon his manhood.

Jeanine was certainly a beautiful woman, Todd thought to himself as she deeply fellated him. In addition to all those good looks, she was smart, charming and well-mannered. She was the perfect age, about Melina's age... Melina...

Todd thought of the blowjobs Melina had given him, all of those blissful times when she had sucked his meat and swallowed his massive loads. To his shock, Todd was realizing that this blowjob from Jeanine was even better than anything Melina had ever given him... hell, this was the best blowjob he'd ever had!

The heat, suction and tongue-work that Jeanine was giving him was incredible. That old phrase "suck a golf ball through a garden hose" came back to him... it felt as if Jeanine was going to suck his huge balls out of his nutsack and right up his cockshaft! Even the blowjobs his own mother had given him couldn't match the pleasure of Jeanine's hot, wild and hungry mouth!

"Oh God, that is incredible!" Todd said. After several more long moments of Jeanine giving him head, the young stud felt his nut rising, knowing that he was not going to last much longer. He did not stop the building pressure in his loins, letting the intense, pain-filled ecstasy overcome him. He felt the woman's warm hand rapidly jacking the base of his cock to help him along. And then it finally happened!

"Oh God, I'm coming.. uhhh! OH GOD!" Todd gasped loudly. The first jolt of hot, thick semen propelled down the long length of his shaft and jetted into Jeanine's throat. She gulped as she swallowed it and the next hot blast. The third blast filled her mouth around his shaft with hot, salty semen and she worked her throat to swallow the pulses that followed. Finally, she managed to get it all, and allowed her mouth to slide off of his still-pulsing shaft.

"Oh baby, that was tasty!" Jeanine said. "I have never enjoyed sucking a cock like I enjoyed sucking yours, Todd. Damn, even Jack wasn't that fucking good!"

Todd smiled inwardly, enjoying being compared favorably to the legendary stud that was his late brother. He thought about how lucky Jack had been to fuck this woman... and impregnate her.

"So," he said, "you're going to have my brother's baby... I'll be an uncle."

"And after I have his baby, I'm going to have yours, Todd." Jeanine said, quite certain of their mutual destiny.

"Works for me." he said, beginning to zip up his pants as Jeanine finished kissing and licking it.

"Why don't we make our excuses to your family and go back to my place?" Jeanine said.

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Dinner at the Cop Bar had been really good, Angela Harlan thought. She and Hugh Hewitt were sitting at a small table, having talked for hours as they ate pizza and drank beer, a natural easiness in their conversation underscoring the growing connection between them.

"Any boyfriends?" he had asked her at one point. "Did you leave some guy behind in Texas?"

"No." Angela said. "I was dating this one guy... he was an Army officer. He deployed to Afghanistan a couple of years ago. About one year ago, he stopped calling, stopped writing, stopped emailing... he just disappeared."

"Killed in action?" Hugh asked, knowing it was the wrong thing to say but at the same time the inevitable conclusion.

"No." Angela said. "I checked, he wasn't killed. I began asking the Army about him, and at first they told me he was in the field on missions. But after a while, they just told me that he was on missions they couldn't discuss and that they wouldn't respond to me anymore. I got word from the wife of another officer that he had completely disappeared and they thought he was working for the CIA, and that he wasn't in Afghanistan any longer."

"Wow, that's hard." Hugh said. "Mostly the not knowing."

"Yeah." Angela said. "But over time I knew I had to forget about him and just continue with my life. And about that time my police department had me investigating a serial killer in the area."

"Did you catch him?" Hugh asked.

"No." Angela said. "The killings were sporadic, but after a while there were none, so we thought maybe he'd stopped or moved on. Then I heard about this job."

"Well, I'm glad you did." Hugh said, "I mean, I'm glad you heard about this job and came here."

"Me too." Angela said, smiling at the war hero. "And it looks like I'm just irresistibly attracted to Army guys... handsome... Army guys. What do you say we continue this... conversation... at my place?"

"Thought you'd never ask." Hugh said. They got up to leave.

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"Ohhhhh! God, you're going so deep!" Jeanine gasped. "I've never had a cock get that deep inside me!"

She was lying on her bed with Todd lying on top of her, slowly but relentlessly driving his huge cock up into her well-filled, sopping wet cunt. Todd was in a pushup position over her, not putting any weight on her pregnant bell, shoving his meat up into her again and again.

Her pussy felt absolutely exquisite, the young stud thought as he pistoned his ass up and down, pumping his long shaft in and out of her wickedly slick cunt again and again. Jeanine was just as good as Melina, and Jeanine's mouth was even hotter... He tried to forget about Melina; that was his past, he realized. Even if he didn't consciously admit it, his innermost soul knew that he was now with the right woman... his woman...

Boy! Todd thought, it's going to be one hell of a moment when I bring Jeanine to 'meet' my new parents, the Burkes...

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I groaned as the heat of my mother's mouth enveloping my cock spread through my loins like fire. Mom was on her knees in front of me as I sat on the sofa in the main room, and she was sucking my throbbing hard cock with deep, wet passion. Laura was on her knees next to me, on my right side, and I had been sharing deep, tongue-twining kisses with my wife as my fingers probed deeply into her soaking wet twat.

It was one of my favorite sensations: deeply kissing one woman's mouth while another woman's mouth or tongue enveloped my cock. I reveled in the sensations.

"Mmmm," Laura said as she broke our kiss, "I just love watching your mother suck your cock, darling. And I can't wait to watch you fuck your mother. Mmmm, I just love being married to a... mother... fucker." Laura said the last words with relish.

"Mmm," I said, "and I love sucking these big, milk-filled tits." I said, suiting my action to the words. I sucked Laura's breasts, the warm milk filling my mouth. I knew that they'd have more milk and that we had bottles, so I wasn't stealing Carole's next meal. But it was a very hot sensation to suck Laura's milky breasts, and my cock throbbed in my mother's mouth.

"Okay, son." Mom said. "It's time for you to bury this iron crowbar balls-deep into my cunt. We all got up to change positions. Mom laid down on her back on the sofa and I mounted her. I felt Mom reach between us and grab my cock, then guide it to her wet honey-hole. I drove forward and sheathed my full length into my mother's sopping cunt, my ears hearing both of us groan at the same time.  As I picked up the rhythm and began steadily fucking my mother, I looked up at Laura, who was watching with fervent interest.

"So ladies, do you think your matchmaking worked?" I asked as I plowed my mother's cunt-furrow with short, deep strokes, keeping most of my cock buried inside her.

"Oh yes, son, I think it's going to work out perfectly." my mother said. "They could hardly wait to get out of here and go fuck their brains out."

Laura laughed. "I think you're right. Todd may be on the rebound, but Jeanine was the perfect woman to make him forget about Melina. I have to commend you for an excellent job on that, Phyllis."

"I'm enjoying my reward for it, too!" Phyllis said. "Come on, son, fuck me harder! Show your beautiful wife how good you are at fucking your own mother!"

It was another long, hard night in the ol' Town....

To be continued.



Interlude Ch. 08



The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series.

Interludes 6-8.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

This interlude is intended to bridge the gap to the next blockbuster set of police drama stories. Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy the stories.-- WW.



Note: sex is in the back half of the story, if that's all you're interested in. ;-)

Part 12 - Sister Dearest

"Okay, take a deep breath, and go to Interrogation-1. Do not pass 'Go', do not collect two hundred dollars." Cindy Ross said as I entered the Headquarters hallway leading to the MCD room after lunch. Entirely too many people were in the MCD room, obviously waiting for my arrival.

It was the Monday after the weekend of introducing Todd to Jeanine, a little over two weeks after the birth of my daughter, and I was still floating on air at being a father. Laura and Carole (and I) were still staying with my mom at the "Mountain Nest" and my mother was fussing over both of them, as grandmothers are wont to do. It was a quiet time as far as police work was concerned, so I'd taken a few extra minutes to spend with my new daughter.

"What's up?" I asked, instantly knowing that something big had happened.

"You'll see when you get there. C'mon, let's go." Cindy said, escorting me down the hallways. I knew something really was up: the other detectives and uniformed officers were anything but discreet in following us down to the interrogation rooms. Arriving at the one-way mirror that looked into Interrogation-1, I peered inside... and got the biggest shock of my life.

"She came in while you were at lunch. She turned herself in." Cindy said. "Just like that." she continued as I looked at her in shock.

Paulina Patterson, Teresa Croyle and Martin Nash were inside, interviewing the suspect who was talking to them without a lawyer present. My eyes literally burned at the sight.

The woman being questioned... was my sister Elizabeth!

"Oh. My. God." I said, my voice barely a whisper. I could feel everyone watching me, and quickly regained any composure that I might have lost.

"Has she said why she turned herself in?" I asked.

"No." Cindy said. "She's been singing like a canary about everything, from her drug connections to everything that happened with Ned. She confirmed what you'd guessed about Ned murdering Big Alex and Nurse Anya, and she's giving Teresa every drug-related name she knows about. But the 'why' of it? She said she'd tell the reason to you and you alone when you got here."

"Well, perish forbid that I interrupt them right now." I said, controlling my burning desire to go in and find out what the hell was going on. "When she's done talking and they're done, come get me."

I noticed the large number of detectives and officers waiting in the hallway outside the anteroom Cindy and I were in, and I addressed them. "I am sure that you guys have a lot more to do than standing here watching a suspect get interrogated. Get back to work, folks, before Captain Charles comes looking for you."

"Too late." Captain Leslie Charles said. He was part of the group watching me! "But the Lieutenant is right, the party's over." As the crowd dispersed, Captain Charles said to me "I've gotta hand it to you, we were betting you'd fall down with shock on seeing who was in there."

"I almost did." I said. I saw Angela Harlan watching me. "Well, Detective Harlan, welcome to my version of the 'Family Feud'. Pray that your family never comes to this."

"Yeah." Detective Harlan replied simply, still looking at me in uncomprehending wonder.

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An hour later, I was summoned by ADA Paulina Patterson from my seat in the unused commander's office next to hers. I had spent the time marshaling my thoughts and memories in preparation for the confrontation that was soon to happen. And now it was time.

Paulina escorted me to the anteroom, where Cindy and Teresa were watching. The room was empty except for Elizabeth.

"Can't take any crowbars in there." Cindy said, a bit unnecessarily.

"No problem." I said. "I'm just curious why she's here." I looked over my sister through the one-way glass. She was wearing a dark suit, similar to the one she'd worn the day over a year ago when she'd first confronted me and my family in Laura's office on my first visit to this Town. Her magnificent legs looked hot and shapely in the sheer black stockings and black high heel pumps she was wearing. She certainly looked none the worse for wear, increasing my curiosity as to why she was turning herself in.

Well, I thought to myself, only one way to find out. I opened the door and entered the room, alone.

"Well, if it isn't my dear brother." said Elizabeth as she looked up, her eyes roving over me. "I have to admit, you're looking very good. Police work suits you. You always did look good in a uniform, I have to admit."

I was wearing my white collared shirt and tie, with soft shoulder epaulets denoting my Lieutenant rank, my badge over the left pocket and two rectangles denoting the Medal of Valor and Purple Order over my right pocket, above my nameplate, as well as blue pants with light blue piping down the side. Elizabeth had seen me in my military uniform when I'd been commissioned, I recalled.

"You're looking pretty good yourself," I said, sitting down, "especially for someone who's been on the run. So, without further ado, why are we talking face to face in my interrogation room?"

"Ah no pleasantries? Not even going to tell me how the family is doing? How's your ex-wife? Still fucking around on you?"


I did not care to play games with my older sister, but was swept up by her verbal attack. "I doubt you care about the family, with the possible exception of Todd, who is doing just fine. Your other son had best never find himself my presence again... or you won't have a second son any longer."

I did not know why I had just said that to my sister, who was by no means my friend. It was the first time I'd really let slip my intentions of what I intended to do to Ned if I ever found him. I wondered if Teresa and Cindy were listening in and had heard it... and if it had been recorded.

"Yes, so I've heard." Elizabeth said, her eyes becoming a bit darker. "I thought he'd blown you away in that warehouse. You were extremely lucky to have survived that."

"Speaking of that, how did you survive it?" I asked.

"I remember seeing you rescue those children, then I got up and ran. Someone was beating the shit out of Ned, someone with a mask on. I don't think either of them saw me get up and go. Then the explosion happened as I was running. I was thrown through the air and slid a long way along the floor, which was slick.

I was near a door to the outside, got my tied hands in front of me, and went out the door. I hid in some bushes near the fence line while your very inept police department tended to you and Ned, then made it to the other end of the building and out of an unlocked gate while the fire department tended to the fire. Then I called Jean-Paul Baptiste, whom you managed to arrest when Mr. Kurchikov was murdered, and he got me out of the country."

"I see." I said, knowing that Elizabeth had already confessed to Paulina and Teresa about her involvement with the Kurchikov gang and that, like I'd surmised, she'd left him alive before he was murdered by Dill-Worthing.

"So," I said, "you said you would tell only me why you turned yourself in. And here I am."

"Oh I do have you on pins and needles about that, don't I?" my sister replied, her voice mocking. "The fact is, little brother, that despite your many brilliant successes you've been too inept to capture my wayward son. It is no secret to anyone that he is looking for me with the intent to kill me. He even put a mob contract out on me, the little shit. And so the only place I might possibly be safe is, ironically enough, inside my little brother's jails."

"And you think you'll be safe inside my jail, or in State Prison?" I said, no small amount of sarcasm in my voice, matching my sister's, continuing a sparring that had gone on for many, many years.

Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know... but I'll take my chances here, inside your syssssss-temmmmm, rather than out there... until you get a brain and actually catch my son."

I didn't really hear what Elizabeth was saying... the way she had said "syssssss-temmmmm" had me thinking furiously.

"Do you know a man called 'Gruff'?" I asked. Elizabeth smiled, a wicked, sarcastic smile.

"Of course I do." she said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her shapely legs to get me to notice them. I definitely noticed, though I listened intently. "He's the one who helped Ned escape when you first brought him back to the campus. I take it he helped Ned escape the second time, also?" I did not acknowledge the question, much less answer it. Elizabeth continued "I believe Mr. Gruff is still with that cult group in the next county South of here. But he's not what, nor who, you think he is."

"Do you have any idea where Ned is now?" I asked.

"No." Elizabeth said. "Like I told your police friends in here earlier, none of whom you've had sex with yet even though that black D.A. woman wants you very badly, I don't have the slightest hint where Ned is. If I did, of course, I wouldn't be sitting here having this detestable chat with you, little brother. And it's not like I nor my associates haven't been looking hard for him. Very hard, I'd say. But Ned has hidden himself very, very well."

"No doubt about that." I said. While I believed Ned was still somewhere in the area, there had been not one sign of him, nor any sighting.

I changed the subject. "By the way, your friend Gruff was on the scene when the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds was blown away. Know anything about that?"

Elizabeth's face fell at the mention of the late pastor's name, anger flaring up in her eyes. "No." she said, her voice as dark and menacing as I'd ever heard it. "And may God have mercy on the soul of whoever killed Jonas if I find out who it was."

"So you didn't have him killed?" I asked, simply to needle my sister, to get deep into her head. It worked.

"Hell no." she said bitterly, then added. "I loved that man. I begged him to take my virginity, which he was happy to do, of course." She peered at me, as if doing so would help her words penetrate my veneer of defenses.

"That's right little brother, Jonas Oldeeds deflowered me and it was sheer heaven every single time he fucked my brains out. I was fucking him for years, right under our daddy's nose. Daddy was real idiot, wasn't he brother?" She was beginning to rant, and the last line was retaliatory strike at me in exchange for my hit about Oldeeds to her. I knew the pain I'd caused her outweighed any she'd caused me, and my face gave nothing away.

"Maybe Ned killed the Reverend Oldeeds." I said, knowing it wasn't true.

"I tend to doubt it. He had no real reason to, as far as I know." Elizabeth said, then added: "And besides... It's not Ned's way." She peered at me and then added "But I think you know that."

I looked at Elizabeth for a moment, realizing that she knew something and that I wasn't going to get it from her. There was nothing in her eyes.

"If it's any consolation to you," I said, "I think Jonas Oldeeds still had feelings for you, even on the very day he died. He spoke about you to me that morning." Elizabeth looked at me sharply, unable to know of my conversation with the Reverend just moments before his brutal death.

I changed the subject. "And, speaking of your prodigal son, I'd better get to looking for him. Do you want to see Todd or Mom?"

"Todd, sure. Mother? She's here in Town? No thanks. I don't care to see her at all."

"As you wish. I'll let Todd know, but I don't know if he'll want to visit you." I said, getting up.

"Wait...." Elizabeth said softly, causing me to turn back towards her. She was peering hard at me through her glasses. "Mother's in town, you said... ah yes... the baby did come, didn't it? Ah, yes, your eyes lit up. You can't hide how happy you are to be a father."

She sat back in her chair and again crossed her legs in manner of showing them off to me. She relaxed, her eyes not quite as mocking as they'd been during the interview. "So, do I have a nephew or a niece?"

"Niece." I said, knowing that she was right, that I was not hiding my joy at all. I got out my iPhone and brought up an image, a picture I'd taken of Carole just a couple of days before, and showed it to my sister.

"Awww..." Elizabeth said as she looked at it. For the first time in my life, I saw something in my sister's eyes, something I suspected she rarely experienced: tenderness, maybe even love.

"Good thing she takes after her mother." Elizabeth said, taking another little shot at me to cover up her tenderness for the baby. "By the way, you'd better be damn careful. Ned would not hesitate to try to get to you through your daughter."

"I know." I said. "We'll keep her safe."

"I hope so." Elizabeth replied as I exited the room.

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"And that's the story." I said as I ate a late supper at my mother's house. Laura was breastfeeding our daughter while I spoke mostly to my mother and to Melina, who was visiting us. "Elizabeth is now in custody. Do you want to see her, Mom?"

"No, son, no I do not." Mom said, emphatically. I detected some unpleasant feelings behind her voice. "I don't care if she's my daughter, her actions drove my husband into the grave." Melina nodded, understanding, taking Phyllis's hand into her own to give sympathetic support.

"Excuse me, I have to make a quick phone call." I said. I left the women and went downstairs into the game room. I called Todd on my cellphone. I could hear a woman moaning in the background.

"Sorry to interrupt you, Todd, but your mother turned herself in today." I said. "Yes, you heard me correctly." After briefly giving him details, I said "She said she would like to see you, if you want to see her."

"Yeah, I guess I'll go see her in the morning." Todd said. "Maybe she'll tell me where Ned is, if she knows."

"Maybe, but I suspect she doesn't know." I said. "We'll be transferring her to County Lockup, probably after lunch, so definitely visit in the morning."

As I hung up, I had an eerie feeling... I felt as if I was being watched. I turned around, but saw no one, but felt as if someone had snuck back up the stairs. Had someone in the house listened to me talking to Todd?

Part 13 - The Family Ties That Bind

It was 9:30am Tuesday morning.

Laura and Melina were going to fly to Miami early this evening for another of Laura's sex symposiums. Hell, I thought to myself as I headed to Interrogation-1, they just had a symposium in California. But it was summer and the Nation's college campuses were running slow, so it was a good time to pack a few of them in, I was guessing to myself.

My mother would be taking care of Carole, and told me to take a night off. I had a date with Brittany Maxwell; we had not had a long, hard night together for quite a while, and I was looking forward to an extremely pleasurable evening. But that had to wait, something important was about to happen in the here and now that required my full and undivided attention.

A flaw of our Police Headquarters is that there are no real visitation rooms with glass partitions where an arrested perp can be visited by family. Lawyers talk to their clients in the interrogation rooms. Therefore I had to stretch the rules a bit to allow my nephew Todd to visit his mother in Interrogation-1, and of course I listened in from behind the one-way glass.

"Hi son." Elizabeth said as Todd sat down. "You look well... except that you look like you've had a recent tragedy. Pet dog die or something?"

"No." Todd said. "Melina dumped me. She's carrying my baby, but she began dating another man."

"Oh...." Elizabeth said, understanding flooding her face as she put the puzzle pieces together. "Was... was the other baby yours, also?"

"Yes it was, Mother." Todd said, his eyes boring into hers.

"Jesus..." Elizabeth said. "I had no idea. So your brother killed your baby."


"And damned near killed Melina, also." Todd said.

"Yes, I know about that." Elizabeth said. She was trying hard to put a look of concern and sadness on her face. I don't know if Todd was falling for it; I sure wasn't.

"Any idea where my little brother is, Mom?" Todd asked.

"No." Elizabeth said. "If I did, I wouldn't be sitting here in your uncle's jails. So... Melina dumped him, and now has dumped you too. That woman..."

"Let's just not talk about her, Mother." Todd said.

"Well, she's carrying my grandchild, you said." Elizabeth said, letting her eyes bore into her son's.

"Yes, she is."

"What about you, Todd?" Elizabeth said, trying to sound more friendly and upbeat. "You have a new family now, since you found out who your real father is. How is Michael?"


"He's doing okay." Todd said woodenly. "Everything's been strange, but it's getting better now. It's like a soap opera: their first son was murdered-- Uncle Don solved that case, by the way-- but their younger son's wife was knocked up by the older son, who is my brother. So I guess I'm going to be an uncle soon, too."


"Well, that's nice. Have you met the mother of the baby... oh, I see that you have, and she's quite a special lady, am I right?"

"You know, you're like Uncle Don, Mom: you both can read minds."

"Pul-eeze don't say I'm like my brother in any way, Todd." Elizabeth said with some asperity. "But it's not hard to see your face light up when I mentioned this woman."

"Well, you're right, Jeanine's a great lady. She's a lawyer, too." Todd said, his eyes lighting up even more.

"Very nice." Elizabeth said, with a half smile on her face. "I heard that Ned murdered Tim Olivet. He's the second son, isn't he?"

"Yes." Todd replied. "Yet another reason I want to find my little brother."

"Sad." Elizabeth said. "So who was the first son, your half-brother?"

"Jack. Jack Burke." Todd said. The name caused Elizabeth to sit back, a look of shock crossing her face before she fell into a reverie.

"Jack Burke." she said. "Now there is a name I have not heard in a long, long time."

"You knew him?" Todd said, peering at his mother.

"No, at least I don't think so." Elizabeth replied, and it was obvious to me that she was lying. "But I've heard that name from somewhere, a long time ago. Did your Uncle Don know him?"

"He may have." Todd said. "Melina knew him also."

"I see." Elizabeth said, still looking introspective. "Anyway, enough of that. I'm glad you're doing well, Todd, and that you've got friends and family. I can't say the same for myself; you are the only family I consider myself to have anymore."

"Uncle Don's not a bad guy at all, Mom." Todd said, perhaps with a bit of intent to rile up his mother. "You should let the past go, let bygones with him be bygones. He could help you, and help keep you much safer than you would be without his help."




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"Yeah, right." Elizabeth said. "The hatred between your uncle and myself is mutual, Todd. And don't worry, I'll be quite safe without his help."

"By the way..." Elizabeth continued, "I will not be giving you the same advice concerning your little brother. Not only had you better find him, but you'd better do a better job than that bungled mess you made in letting him get away that night at Ward Harvester." Ah, I thought to myself, she did know it was Todd that beat Ned up that night. Todd said nothing; his eyes barely flickered.

"But enough of that crap," Elizabeth said, her voice commanding, "we don't have much time, here. Forget about Melina, she's not worthy of you, son. Maybe this Jeanine lady will be. But watch out for Melina, there's a dangerous side to her if you cross her. And don't ever trust your Uncle Don, even if you think he's a good guy."

"You're wrong about him, Mother." Todd said. "And he's a happily re-married father now. And Mother... I would be very, very upset if anything at all happened to my baby cousin." I realized that Todd had just warned his mother on my behalf, but I was left wondering why.

"I would be equally as upset." Elizabeth replied. "But you watch out for yourself and your loved ones, Todd." Her voice dropped and I could barely hear what she said through the microphones. "Ned wants to kill Uncle Don first, but he's gunning for you also, Todd. His plan always was to kill your loved ones to cause you pain before killing you. I didn't know Melina was carrying your child, Todd, but Ned did, and he killed the baby to cause you pain and anguish."

Todd's face was dark as Elizabeth continued. "And if you love your Uncle Don so much, then you'd better watch over him as well as your baby cousin. Your uncle and his crowbar won't help you if he's dead, Todd. You keep watch, you hear?"

"I understand." Todd said. Just then the far door to Interrogation-1 opened and Detective Teresa Croyle walked in.

"Time's up, Todd." she said. "Sorry, but you've got to go."

"Oh wow, you've been banging her?" Elizabeth said, a look of something like admiration on her face. "Not bad, son, not bad at all." Teresa scowled at my sister as Todd stood up. Elizabeth sat back and crossed her legs for effect, something between a smirk and a smile on her face.

"Just one more thing, Mother." Todd said, bending over the table, his fists resting on the table-top and holding him up, his eyes lasers as they bored through his mother's. "When I catch Ned, before I kill him I'm going to find out the truth from him about Melina's first baby. You'd better pray to God that you didn't have anything to do with it."

"I didn't, son, I swear it." Elizabeth said, looking right back into Todd's eyes. But she couldn't fool me. Lying bitch, I thought to myself.

"I sure hope not." Todd said, then turned and stalked out of the room without looking back.

As Teresa turned to follow, Elizabeth said, her voice cutting and mocking, "So, Detective Croyle... you like my son's big dick, do you? As much as you liked Jack Burke's?"

"Why you--" Teresa said, then caught herself and smiled maliciously. "I think I'm beginning to see what your brother sees in you.... and he's right." She walked out with great dignity, leaving Elizabeth scowling.

Bravo, Teresa! I thought to myself, smiling broadly as I watched Elizabeth be escorted back to her cell, taking one last look at her luscious legs. Now how did Elizabeth know about Teresa and Jack Burke? I wondered to myself. Another puzzle piece to put in its place...

Part 14 - The Assassin's Creed

The sniper looked through the scope of the high-powered rifle. The crosshairs were on the police van that was about to take the prisoner to the County jail. This would be the only chance the assassin had to take this prisoner out.

C'mon, the assassin thought, seeing the group leave the jail side of Police Headquarters, give me a shot here.... dammit, that Detective Don is in front of her... okay, they're turning to get into the van... dammit, he got between her and me again!... goddammit, I'm trying to kill this guy's sister and he gets in the fucking way!... I could shoot him right in the back, in the "T.C.P.D." lettering on his kevlar vest... he's looking over his shoulder, right towards here... ah shit, she's in the van... now he's in the van, still between her and me... they're driving off... damn! lost my chance!

The sniper continued to look ruefully through the scope as the van drove away, then finally stood down and left the perch, cleaning up the "nest" that had been built to protect from being seen from the street. Then the observation penetrated the sniper's mind: Detective Don was wearing a bulletproof vest! Did he know? Did he know I was here and trying to shoot his sister? The sniper quickly finished the work and left the scene.

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It was uncomfortably tight in the van. Elizabeth was sitting between me and Hugh Hewitt. All of us had body armor on; Elizabeth's was concealed under her county prison orange jump suit. The jump suit was at least one size too small for her, and her curves filled it out nicely. Only my sister could make the jump suit look hot, I thought amusedly.

"So you think someone was going to try to kill me out there?" Elizabeth said.

"I'm sure of it." I said, then lowering my voice to a whisper, I said into my sister's ear "And if I'm right, it's the same person who murdered Jonas Oldeeds."

"Oh shit." Elizabeth said. "So it's not Ned trying to kill me today?" I noted to myself that my sister seemed sure Ned wasn't involved in the Oldeeds assassination. Wonder why she's so sure? I thought to myself.

"Oh, let's have no delusions that he might be trying to kill you, too." I said out loud. "You really better have a plan in prison; he'll try to get in there and get to you."

"I can handle myself." Elizabeth said. "But you'd better get him before he gets you. And Todd had better watch out, too. Ned was starting to get a little crazy, even for what he normally was. There's no telling what he might do to get at you and Todd."

"Good." I said, looking forward. "That's when he'll make a mistake, and I'll get him." I felt Elizabeth peering at me, as if trying to read my mind.

Fortunately, the van could pull inside the County Jail building, as well as into the Courthouse complex in Town, so we didn't have to worry about a sniper.

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"Your Honor, we recommend that there be no bail set for this defendant." I heard ADA Paulina Patterson say. "In addition to her being an extreme flight risk, having previously escaped law enforcement and gotten out of the country on multiple occasions, this defendant turned herself in partially because her own life is in danger from other criminals not yet apprehended."

"Defense counsel?" said the Judge presiding over the arraignment and bail hearing. Elizabeth had pled 'not guilty', but that was just to get time for the Prosecutor and defense attorneys to get together and hammer out her plea deal.

Worthingdon The Third of the Sommes, Worthingdon and Williams Law Firm stood up, his voice smooth and as oily as his hair as he spoke. "Your honor, I must accede to the wishes of my client; therefore, I reluctantly concur with the prosecution that no bail be set at this time. I ask that my client receive protective custody while in jail awaiting further legal action."

"Granted." the judge said. "Bail is denied at this time. The Sheriff's Department and County Jail will provide protective custody for this defendant." Elizabeth was escorted out of the room. It would be the last time I would see her for several months.

Part 15 - Co-Workers Getting Along Well

"Ohhhhh.... mmmmmm.... oh yeah...... oh baby..... mmmmmm...." the woman moaned, her voice a husky whisper as the young man's tongue delved deep into her sopping honey hole, his mouth sucking on her swollen labes.

"Oh baby, you eat pussy so good..." Angela Harlan moaned. Hugh Hewitt just moaned into her cunt as he feasted upon it. He was face-deep in the lovely woman and was eating her out with gusto, enjoying the taste of her juices and the feeling of her firm thighs against his face and her feet caressing his back.

"Oh God... OH GOD!!!" Angela cried out, her voice still husky and low but much louder as she climaxed hard, her juices squirting onto Hugh's probing tongue as he pressed his mouth ever harder into her juicy quim. Angela's body shivered as her orgasm crashed through her like a wave, finally settling down enough for her to be able to move and take charge again.

"Okay, stud, it's time to fuck me." she said, her hands helping by pulling at Hugh's shoulders. The young stud eased up and slid up her firm body. He mounted her as she grabbed his throbbing hard cock and guided him into her ready, eager hole.

"Oh God!" she gasped as Hugh groaned as he sank his full eight-inch length into her. His balls smacked her taint as their loins merged, then he quickly pulled back and shoved his meat into her again. Soon they were fucking in a deep, steady rhythm.

"Ohhhhh, yeah... sink that big thing into me!" the lovely brunette moaned. "Oh yeah, you're going so deep!... yeah, fuck me with that big cock, baby!"

Angela moaned again as Hugh relentlessly thrust his meaty inches nuts-deep into her clutching, soaking wet cunt, her hands roaming over the war hero's muscular frame as he lay on top of her, his hands clutching at firm asscheeks as he pistoned his ass up and down rapidly.

After another moment of vigorous fucking, Hugh eased up into a pushup position and began to fuck Angela with slower, longer thrusts, still sheathing the full length of his meat into her eagerly receptive hole. His dark red pubic hairs mingled with her deep black cuntbush as he ground his loins against hers. She moaned in pleasure, pushing herself up to him, and soon the room was filled with the staccato smacks of flesh on flesh as they lustily mated.

Sinking to his elbows, Hugh cupped Angela's breasts and bent his head down to suck them, first one hard nipple then the other, looping his tongue around the areolas before lashing her distended teats.

"Mmmm, nice firm breasts." he moaned as he kneaded her smallish breasts in his strong hands. "I love sucking these tits."

"Yeah, baby, suck 'em." Angela encouraged him, letting her hands roam up and down his sides, occasionally digging the heels of her bare feet into the backs of his thighs to keep his thrusts going. Hugh got the message, driving his cockmeat deep inside her with ruthless power.

Angela let her hands roam over Hugh's war wounds, the scarring and indentations a reminder of a much less pleasant time in his life. He was now reaping the heavenly rewards, fucking Angela's cunt with full appreciation of the pleasure and joy of being alive and mating with a beautiful, lusting woman.

"I'm getting close, babe." Hugh said, his voice barely more than a hoarse whisper, warning his lover of his impending ejaculation.

"Come inside me, stud, give me every fucking drop!" Angela replied, her voice husky and desperate. The lovers urgently fucked into each other until Hugh could no longer hold back. He reached the crest.

"OH GOD! AWK!! UNNH!!!.... oh God yes.... oh.... oh yessss...." Hugh gasped and grunted as he fired jet after jet of potent, virile semen deep into Angela burning hot cunt. Her two earlier orgasms had paved the way for her stud's insemination, and now his loins were throbbing and pulsing as they delivered the wet batter of life into her.

Finally the couple disengaged their loins and fell together in a sweaty heap.

"Glad you moved up here?" Hugh whispered teasingly.

"Ohhhh, yeahhhh." Angela whispered back, sliding her hands around Hugh' neck and pulling him into her for a deep, tongue-twining kiss.

Afterwards, lying together in the lassitude of post-coital bliss, Angela said "I have to say, it's been pretty exciting since I've arrived. Our Lieutenant's wife has a baby, his sister turns herself in, and the Vice squad is about to tear itself apart."

"Yeah." Hugh said agreeably. "That's Ikea for you. That guy is toxic; I have no idea how he is still on this Police Force."

"I don't think he will be much longer." Angela said. "I heard someone say he's angling for a job with the SBI."

"I hope he gets it," Hugh said, "and that he leaves us the hell alone."

"When I first got here, I thought he was cute, but after talking to him for five minutes, I was totally turned off." Angela said. "So.... what would've happened to him if he'd been in your unit in Iraq or Afghanistan?"

"He'd have gotten a bullet in the back of his head." Hugh said. "Or maybe a rocket up his ass."

Angela giggled at the thought of a rocket being fired up Ikea's rear end. "That would be funny. So, tell me again about all the fucking that is going on in the Department. Not all of the excitement is on the streets, but under the sheets..."

"I'd rather suck your tits." Hugh said, again cupping one in his hand and lowering his head. "I can't get over how good these tits feel. I've never felt a better pair, so nice and firm, mmmmmm...."

Angela allowed her lover to maul her breasts with his hands and his tongue, enjoying the pleasure that rolled through her body. She felt one of Hugh's hands sliding down her belly, his fingers exploring her and getting her ready for another round of hot fucking. She moaned, thinking not only of the sex, but of all the excitement that she sensed was coming to her new police department. It was going to be one hell of a ride, she thought to herself as Hugh's fingers slid over her throbbing clit...

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"Oh God! that's so fucking good!" Britt Maxwell groaned. "Jesus, Don, it's just been too fucking long since we did this."

I ground my loins against the gorgeous, raven-haired policewoman, balls-deep in the ecstasy of her tight, wet, scorching hot cunt. "You got that right." I said. "I've missed your sweet pussy... Captain."

"Oh, stop it." Britt said, playfully slapping my ass. I responded by easing my cock almost completely out of her clutching cunt, then driving down into her with all of the male power that I could muster.

"Oh GOD yes!" Britt gasped, then began groaning and moaning as I began a steady rhythm of deep, hard fucking. I felt Britt wrap her gorgeous legs around me as I nuzzled her neck, kissing her sweet, fragrant flesh.

"Geez, Britt, you are one special lady." I whispered into her ear, and felt her cunt clutch at my cock in response.

"And you're one special man." she replied, turning her face to me. I kissed her mouth deeply, our tongues battling as our loins merged with wet, thudding slaps. "And God! you're cock is so fucking hard! I love getting fucked by this thing! Keep plowing me with your big, nasty, hard cock, Don!"

I raised up a bit and began fucking Britt hard, deep and steady, watching her writhing beneath me, admiring the beauty of her gorgeous face framed by the thick mane of raven-black hair, seeing her breasts bouncing and jiggling with each powerful stroke of my cock into her sodden quim, feeling the heat and tightness of her marvelous womanhood enveloping me with each plunge into her smoking hot body. The feeling of her shapely legs wrapped tightly around my sides, lower back and ass only added to my pleasure, and I knew that my first release would be soon.

"Not gonna last too long, baby." I grunted. "You're pussy is too hot and tight. I'm gonna have to come soon."

"Oh yes, baby, come inside me!" Britt begged. "Fill me up with your hot sperm!" Our loins smacked together loudly as we mated hotly. I felt my nut rising, the intensely painful pleasure of building sexual pleasure, screaming for release. And then I screamed as the dam burst.

"I'm coming... OH GOD!!! UHHH!!!!" I gasped loudly as the first jolt rocketed through my loins and the first massive spurt of semen fired from my iron-hard cock and deep into Britt's fiery hole. It was followed by more blasts of hot jism, coating her cervix with life-giving man-cream. Finally, I was spent.

"So, Laura and Melina went where?" Britt asked as we cuddled warmly together.

"Miami." I said. "Another one of their symposiums, she said. Hell, I ought to go to one of those and see just what the hell they talk about."

Britt giggled. "Oh, I'm sure it's all pure dry academia, same as any speech at this great University." Her voice was full of sarcasm.

"Yeah," I said, "but I'll be happier when she's home. Carole will be, too."

"Oh, she'll be back soon." Britt said. "But meanwhile, I'm taking advantage of her absence by doing my best to fuck your balls off."

"Oh yeah?" I said, my voice the sound of a challenge. "Then you better get to work."

"So had you." Britt replied as her hand began jacking my half-hard meat. "I haven't come yet." I knew that was going to change, as our next fuck was going to be long, deep and passionate now that our first mating had taken the edge off of my almost-painful sexual need...

Part 16 - A Stroke of Luck

"I've got some great news for you." It was Jeanine Olivet on my cellphone. It was Thursday morning.

((Author's note: This occurs chronologically after events you will read about in Interlude 9. I placed it here due to story length considerations.))

"You and Todd? That was fast." I said, teasing her. She laughed.

"Well, that has started off very well, and I appreciate your family arranging for me to meet him." she said. "But I think you'll find this news even better. I'm not going to tell you on the phone, so come up to my office as soon as you can get here."

"On my way now."

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At the offices of the Women's Law Firm of Dewey, Cheatham and Howe, I was escorted by Jeanine Olivet and her partner Tina Felton to a storage room. Inside were boxes of papers.

Tina Felton was a brunette, fairly short, slender, a shapely body, relatively big-breasted, and a very nice pair of legs and feet (though not as hot as Jeanine's nor my sister Elizabeth's). She could've been anywhere in age from mid-thirties to a vigorous early-forties. She was certainly fuckable, though not as deliciously hot as Jeanine. I only idly wondered what she'd be like in bed.

It was Tina that spoke the most, though Jeanine was in the storage room with us.

Tina started things off with the explanation: "When the Police Department returned all of the files from the Olivet company they collected under warrant, they returned them to Mrs. Olivet here at the law firm instead of Mr. Olivet's business. We did not realize the mistake until just now. The company's new owners, Acme Distributors, called and asked if there were any other papers, that some seemed missing, and we checked and found out what had happened."

"Please tell me..." I said, "...that you have not informed Acme of this find just yet."

"You are correct, sir." Jeanine said. "I'm going to have to give them to Acme, but Tina and I are conveniently looking the other way for a couple of days so that you can look through them."

"Unfortunately, we cannot allow you to take the papers with you." Tina Felton said. "But you can look through them until Monday morning. We'll have to tell Acme about these papers then."

The task of looking through or copying the papers seemed Herculean, but then I had an insight and asked "Do you guys have one of those newfangled copy machines that saves the copies digitally instead of paper copies?"

"Yes." Jeanine said. "But Tina's going to make you rent it."

"That will be fine." I said. "And do you mind if a couple of police officers are here overnight doing copy work?"

"No, we don't." Jeanine said, rather emphatically. "I'll stay here myself if need be, Tina."




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"You're killing me, Jeanine." Tina said. "But okay."

The digital copier was portable, so we moved it into the storage room. I had Myron Milton come over with a computer and set it up so that the downloads would go into the computer and be transmitted to the secure servers of Police Headquarters. I also called Personnel & Records and asked the Supervisor, a woman named Harlow, to send shifts of officers to copy the data. They were all there within an hour and the copy work began. I was pleased to see that the officers and the operation were most efficient, and all of the Olivet company data was on Police Department secure servers within 30 hours.

"The NSA has nothing on you guys." Tina Felton had said drily on Thursday afternoon as she watched the copying operation. And when we were done on Friday, she had her IT specialists make sure that Myron didn't leave any connections to that copier. Can't say I blamed her: I would've done the same thing... and I wouldn't have minded if Myron had indeed left a little backdoor to the digital copier.

All that was the easy part. I had a lot of work to do, personally going through these reams of data. It was going to be a busy but tedious weekend...

To be continued... 



Interlude Ch. 09



The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series.

Interludes 6-9

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

This interlude is intended to bridge the gap to the next blockbuster set of police drama stories. Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy the stories.-- WW. 

Part 17 - The Morning Routine

The day started quietly, anyway. It was Wednesday morning, 6:30 am, and the MCD team was filtering in. Cindy and I were there first, and we were already enjoying our large mugs of coffee by the time Martin Nash, Diana Torres and Tanya Perlman came in. A few minutes later Angela Harlan and Hugh Hewitt walked in together, and it was not hard to observe and deduce from the furtive looks they gave each other and the rest of us that they'd spent the previous night together.

At 7:00am, our attention was firmly fixed upon the lovely redhead on our TV screens. As ever, it was time for Bettina!

"This is Betting Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News! The whole town has been rocked by the stunning news of the arrest of Elizabeth--" she named my sister as the screen showed Elizabeth being loaded into the van, with me next to her. I felt sure that if I had not been standing exactly where I was, they would've had footage of an extraordinary event. I listened as Bettina continued.

"Wanted on felony drug and other charges, she surrendered to Authorities and is being held without bail. Sources tell Channel Two News that a plea deal is being worked out, but Police are not commenting on her possible reasons for turning herself in. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News. Let's go straight to Priya Ajmani at the national desk."

"Thank you, Bettina!" the gorgeous Indian woman said, standing in front of the Federal building downtown, as if that would make her information more relevant and important. "Channel Two News has learned that the diplomatic conference of OAS nations in Miami is scheduled to begin on time, despite security concerns voiced by several of the participating nations. The Venezuelan and Ecuadorian diplomats have complained formally that security around the hotels and meeting areas are extremely lax. The Homeland Security Department has issued a statement that while they believe security is more than adequate, they are providing additional security for any diplomats that request it. This is Priya Ajmani, KXTC Channel Two News National Desk."

"And now let's go to Tim Dawdle for sports." the desk announcer said. A thin man with curly black hair, glasses, wearing an ill-fitting suit, who obviously had never played a day of competitive sports in his life, came onto the screen. Though seemingly live, it was obviously a previously recorded story from the University football stadium. Dawdle looked like a 'millennial pajama boy' as he spoke into the microphone.

"The University expects a big year on the football field, and Coach Brian Harlan will have to work hard to earn his large salary with the schedule he'll be facing." Dawdle said, his voice nearly a sneer as the TV showed scenes of college players practicing. "Coach Harlan says he's hopeful for a great season, mentioning that he expects big contributions from Tony-" mentioning the name of the kid who had witnessed Ned murdering Big Alex, the kid who I knew was supplying performance-enhancing drugs to other players,"--, as well as from Heisman Trophy candidate Nick Eastwood at quarterback, and from Jefferson Jackson at tight end."

Dawdle's finish was outrageous: "These and the other players are receiving generous scholarships from the University that pay their tuition, board and books, and it's time for them to step up and give back for all that they've been given. And with wealthy alumni giving generous contributions to the University, they're expecting for these players and coaches to contribute to a championship season... and the School's bottom line. This is Tim Dawdle for KXTC Channel Two Sports."

"That fucking pantywaist asshole!" Angela exploded, clearly pissed off at the insinuations of the little wussy's sneering sports report, especially towards her cousin, the head football coach. There was a general murmur of agreement. It was the first burst of emotion that we'd seen from Detective Harlan, and it was totally understandable.

"Totally agree." I said. "Somebody turn that shit off."

Have I mentioned that I am not exactly a fan of the Press?

Part 18 - Speed Trap

"We have your slug Bounel here." City Detective Robin Ventura informed me over the phone later that afternoon. "He's nervous, though. He's trying to fight to stay here instead of going to your County."

"Well, he doesn't have much choice about that." I said. "We'll be there inside two hours to pick him up."

"Be careful, Don." Robin said. "I've got a nasty feeling about this one."

"Me too." I said. Hanging up the phone, I got up from my office desk and went down the halls to the MCD room.

"Who wants to volunteer for a very dangerous prisoner transfer?" I asked. As I expected, Hugh Hewitt's hand shot up immediately. Everyone else just looked at me quizzically.

"City picked up Barry Bounel." I said. "We're going to bring him over here. Nobody besides Hugh?"

"I'll go." said Cindy. "Maybe I'll get the chance to soften him up for your interrogation."

"You just might, but we have to get him here alive first. Hugh, go to the Armory and check out an M-4." I said, referring to the military "assault" rifle.

"Wow, this really is a big one!" Hugh said as he quickly exited. I went to the Chief's office, into which I was immediately admitted.

"Ventura called. Bounel's in the City Jail. We're going to transfer him. Can you implement Plan Bravo?" I said.

"Sure." said the Chief. "I'll notify the Courthouse. Think there might be a problem?"

"I sure as hell do." I said. "And sir, you might want to have our officers watch out for suspicious activity around these Headquarters, as well."

"I'm already doing that." the Chief said. "People might not notice it, but our police have been patrolling the area around here more frequently than some of the hot spots around Town..."

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It was just past the middle of August. The University would soon come back into session for the Autumn semester, but the Town had not yet awakened from the seasonal siesta it enjoyed during the summer 'down time'.

I'd had a long conversation with FBI Agent Jack Muscone just a few days before. The SBI had dropped the investigation of Dick Ferrell and had also stopped discussing the drugs that we'd taken from Bounel. Only Steven Ikea was continuing to be a problem; in fact, Captain Malone had had to take him into a room for a private "conversation". It was the first time I'd ever seen a problem between Malone and Ikea. I understood why Ikea was really itching to bust my chops over the Bounel raid; my curiosity was raised as to why Malone was seemingly taking my side. I suspected he wanted things to quieten down, but I didn't know why.

Muscone had told me that Dr. Mays in California had put the drugs up for sale on the international black market but had been murdered before he could actually make a sale. The samples in Dr. Mays's possession, as well as a lot of other stuff, had been confiscated by the U.S. DEA. Then Muscone had said that Fred Dixon of the FDA/DEA was looking for Barry Bounel. Muscone suggested that others might be looking for Bounel as well, with the intention of doing Bounel great harm. So far, no one was outwardly worrying about the Town & County Police nor our samples of the drugs anymore.

"One other thing." Muscone said. "I tried to find out what happened to that guy 'Skinny Beard', who was arrested after the Oldeeds murder, since you wanted to talk to him. He has totally disappeared, and I was warned off of further inquiry about him. I do know that he is not in police custody in any jurisdiction in the Nation, nor is he in the FBI's custody. Looks like Witness Protection to me."

"No," I said. "He's rogue. Either he gave your sister organization the slip and got clean away, and they're embarrassed because they can't find him now -OR- something 'wet' happened to the creep. But it doesn't matter anymore: Skinny Beard is also useless to me now; it's Bounel we need to talk to. He's the only one who can give me the next link in the chain."

"Which he'll try like hell not to do. That guy is the biggest liar outside of Washington, D.C." said Muscone. "Even if you get him, you can't trust a damn thing he says."

"Vee hav vays too make him speek der trooth." I said in my best imitation of a wartime German accent. "I vill conveence heem too tawk."

"Just don't leave a mark." Muscone said. "That punk Ikea is starting to make waves that even I'm hearing about: he's gunning for you, and telling people to look for blue paint chips on perps that get beat up. I am not shitting you on that."

"Thanks for the heads-up." I said. After the call was completed, I thought long and hard about what to do with Ikea. He needed another comeuppance, big-time.

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As we drove to the City, I told Hugh and Cindy that I thought someone might try to interfere with the transfer of Bounel to our County.

"What are we going to do with him?" Cindy asked. "We can't arrest him for the drugs; we took those from him without a warrant."

"I know." I said. "I just need to talk to him, trick the truth out of his lying half-breed ass, then we'll let him go. We might have to help him escape, too."

"What the fuck?" Hugh said. "I'm carrying all this firepower and now you're saying we're going to let him go?"

"Yep." I said. "We need to find out what the bastard knows about those drugs we took from him. If he cooperates, we'll try to get him out of the State-- alive. If not... we'll just let him go and he'll be dead in an hour."

"What's this all about?" Hugh asked. I could feel as well as see Cindy's eyes looking at me in the rear-view mirror.

"Those drugs we confiscated... they were stolen from a research lab." I said, not telling the full truth to Hugh. "There are some no-shit bad people trying to get at them. They can't get them from us, since they're either destroyed or hidden amongst all the drugs in the Evidence rooms, but if we can find out who wanted them, we can hit the perps hard and make them... unwilling to do further business in our County. Either way, we just need to wrap up the loose threads."

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"Aw shit, not him again." Bounel said as he caught sight of me by the van in the basement of the City Jail.

"Come on, Bounel." I said. "Get your fucking ass into my van."

"Man, I ain't going nowhere with you, dickhead." Bounel replied. He struggled against the City Police Officers escorting him, actually trying to go back inside the jail!

"Bounel, listen to me." I said. "Your life is in extreme danger right now. I'm not fucking around with you. If we don't get your sorry ass to safety, and damn soon, you won't live to see tomorrow morning's sunrise. You will die in the City jail tonight if you don't come with us. Now get your punk ass into my van if you want to live."

Bounel looked at me, skepticism and hatred in his dark eyes. "Fuck you, asshole." he said. But he'd stopped struggling.

"Charlie, get the bastard in the backseat and sit next to him. Keep him cuffed. If he tries to fuck around, shoot him." I said. Cindy Ross was "Charlie", Hugh was "Hotel" and I was "Delta" for this mission.

"Want me to drive, Delta?" Hugh offered.

"Negative." I said. "I've taken the defensive and combat driving courses, and neither of you have yet, at least not with the police. I gotta drive this one. Hotel, you ride shotgun, and have the M-4 ready. Charlie, you have your weapon locked and loaded and out of its holster, also."

"Roger that." both said at the same time.

Driving back out of the City, we took the four-lane, divided highway back towards our County. I remembered the times I'd made this drive in the Arruzio case... the Arruzio case... 

"That's it!" I said out loud, remembering what I needed to about the original raid on the Bounel dorm room. Then I realized the mistake I'd made in making the outburst out loud.

"What?" Cindy said.

"Nothing." I said. "I'll tell you after we interrogate the halfbreed here."

"Fuck you, cracker." Bounel said. "I'm not saying a god-damned thing to you, and I don't give a shit if you brought your crowbar or not."

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"Oh shit. Here it is." I said, the quietness of my voice contrasting with the deep rush of excitement... and fear... that I felt.

We were in Nextdoor County, the county next to ours and between us and the City. Ahead of me was what looked like a two-car crash on the right side of the road. As we approached, a man with brown hair and mustache and a brown suit began waving his hands to get our attention... and get us to stop. There was a bright red spot on his forehead and a trickle of red down the side of his face.

"What are you doing?" Hugh said as he realized I was actually speeding up.

"Lock and load, Hotel. This is an ambush." I said. I pushed the accelerator as hard as I could to the floor, pressing even harder to coax more speed out of the engine.


"What the fuck are you doing?" Bounel said, moving around in his seat.

"Shut the fuck up and sit still, Bounel, if you want to live past the next two minutes." I roared. The man at the car accident began running out into the road as we approached. I swerved to the left side, almost going off the road into the median to avoid him as he literally tried to throw himself in front of me. The police van whisked by him with just inches to spare; the guy almost was caught by the right side mirror and the rear bumper.

As I looked in the door mirror at the guy we were leaving in our wake, he had his hands up in a "What the fuck, we need help here!" gesture. He was acting the part all the way through, I noted.

I tuned the police radio to Nextdoor County's police channel, then grabbed the mike. "This is University Police officer Delta." I said into the mike.

"Go ahead, Officer Delta." came back a scratchy voice.

"There's an accident westbound on the main highway near mile marker 13." I said. "Looks like a two-car crash. Please send out an EMS unit or police."

"Roger that. Any injuries?"

"Can't tell at this time; we're westbound with a prisoner transfer and cannot stop."

"Roger that. Ambulance is dispatched."

I continued to drive as fast as I could, and as soon as a hill took me out of the sight of the accident, I turned on my blue lights and siren. I was going over 90 miles per hour.

"You don't think that was real?" Hugh asked.

"Oh hell no." I said. "Dollars to doughnuts the University Police calls us and tells us the other county calls them and says their ambulance can't find an accident."

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Just as I was pulling into town, shutting off the siren and lights, I got a call on my cellphone. It was the Chief.

"Stay off the police radio and go straight to the Courthouse complex." the Chief growled. "We've got two bogeys watching Headquarters. Black cars. God, they're idiots -- like we can't read the US Government car tags on the back of the cars."

"Roger that, Chief. Don't approach the bogeys... we don't want them to know that we know they're there, at least not yet." I said. The chief agreed and hung up the phone.

The Police Headquarters had a flaw: there was no garage to drive into, and we'd have to transfer Bounel from the van, meaning we'd have to be outside, even if just for a few seconds. Anyone watching would see us, and since the Oldeeds assassination I had a most very healthy fear of snipers...

Part 19 - The Bounel Inquisition

We drove into the garage that led to the basement of the County Courthouse. This was how perps were transferred from the County Jail to be taken to the courtrooms for their trials. Once inside, the Deputies disappeared, leaving us alone to take Bounel down a basement corridor.

"In here." I said, guiding my little party into a side room. It was not meant to be an interrogation room, but it would do. We sat Bounel down in a chair. I took the other chair as Cindy stood right behind Bounel, and Hugh took up a post near the door, his M-4 at the ready.

"Listen, asshole," Barry said, frustration in his voice, "you said you'd stay the fuck away from me after you raided my dorm room. What's up your ass now?"

"Barry, I'm trying to save your fucking worthless life." I said. "I didn't even bring the crowbar today... I don't need it. If I want you fucked up, I'm just going to take you outside and let you go. You'll be standing right out there in the street, and I doubt you'll have time to even figure out where to take a shit before someone makes halfbreed swiss cheese out of you..."

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It took a very long time... hours of sparring with Bounel to get the simplest story. In fact, I was the one who broke first.

I had already once told Cindy to take Bounel to be released outside. Bounel didn't get to the door before he said "All right, I'll talk to you."

But then he lied, dodged, and didn't make hardly one true statement. I had rarely encountered anyone who would lie as often and consistently as Barry Bounel...no Washington politician had anything on this guy.

Finally, I'd had enough. "Take him out of here, Charlie. Take him outside and let him go. Don't bring him back even if he says to. I'm done with him, I'm tired of him lying every time he opens his halfbreed potty mouth. You're free to go, Barry. Get out of my sight." Turning away as Cindy took him out the door, I took out my cell phone and said to Hugh "I'm going to order pizzas to deliver to the station. What do you want on yours, Hotel?"

They almost got to the outside door. I don't know what snapped in Bounel's head, except maybe some sixth sense that his death awaited him outside. "Okay, I'll talk to him."


"You heard him, Barry, he's done with you. You're out the door." said Cindy. "I'm not taking you back in there." Bounel began trying to pull away and walk back, but Cindy was much stronger and she began violently pushing him to the door.

"No, wait, I'll talk to him! I'll tell him what he wants to know!" Bounel said desperately.

"I told you, he's done." Cindy said, but she pretended to let Bounel tear himself away from her grip. He rushed back towards the interrogation room. Hugh and I were walking down the corridor, heading back to the van.

"Okay, I'll talk, what do you want to know?" Bounel said.

"The phone number of your next of kin." I said, walking past him. As he gaped at me, I said over my shoulder "I told you, Bounel, I'm tired of your shit and I'm done with you."

"C'mon man, I'm serious!" Bounel cried out. He was sweating profusely and clearly desperate. "I'll tell you what you fucking want to know!"

I turned around and looked at him for a moment as Cindy came up to us. "The next time a lie comes out of your filthy mouth, Bounel, it's all over for you." I said. "Get your halfbreed faggot ass back in there." Bounel silently complied, going back into the room.




Interlude Ch. 09



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It still took a long time to get the truth that I needed out of Bounel, and it was dark by the time we were leaving. Cindy and Hugh left, driving the van back to Police Headquarters as if nothing had happened. I took Bounel through a labyrinth of hallways to the cafeteria service exit in back of the Courthouse building, swiftly getting him into a car that was being driven by, at my request, Officer Pete Feeley. Our eyes were watchful, and fortunately it appeared that we had not been observed and were not being followed.

We drove wordlessly north to the main road, then west along that main road for miles. It was all flat farmland on the west side of the railroad tracks and the river. Finally, almost at the County and State line, we pulled into what looked like a fenced-in junkyard. It was the police impound yard.

"Yes sir," the night manager of the impound yard said to me as Feeley removed Bounel's handcuffs. "Chevy Impala. Owner died in prison about six months ago, and he had no next of kin. We're gonna auction it at the beginning of the month."

"I'll save you the trouble. Just put in the paperwork that the car is being used for undercover work, and I'll handle the rest." I said. Taking the keys, I tossed them at Bounel.

"All right Barry, there's your ride. I suggest you head west, out of my County and the State. Drive straight to California, to San Francisco, ditch the car there, and make yourself disappear among your fellow fags out there. I know that I'll never see you again, Barry, because if you show your halfbreed ass in this State again, you'll be dead before I even find out about it.

"Fuck you too, bitch." Bounel said, angry to the last. He got into the old Impala and screeched out, heading west. I'd done all I could for him.

Part 20 - Puzzle Pieces

"So, Feeley, what are you going to do?" I asked as we drove back to Town.

"I'm going to Detective School." Feeley said. "I'll go to the Advanced Course also, but I want to stay on the Detective track. Tanya-- er, Supervisor Perlman said I should go for the leadership track and become a Sergeant, but..." he paused.

"She might be right." I said. "We need good leaders more than anything else, and you've got the potential for it. Immediate promotion to Corporal, consideration for Sergeant below the zone..." I said.

"But sir..." Feeley said, "I've always wanted to be a Detective... since I was a kid, it's all I ever wanted. When me and my best friend Marty were in the fifth grade, he said he wanted to be a Paramedic and I said I wanted to be a Detective. Well, he's an EMT now, and I'm going to be a Detective, no matter what it takes."

"Well, Feeley, that attitude just might get you there, in time." I said, "But don't rule out the Sergeant path. Hell, I wanted to be an astronaut when I was a kid, then I was going to be a scientist, an astronomer. Then I somehow ended up in ROTC, then at Airborne School jumping out of perfectly good aircraft while in flight, and now I'm here... but it's where I'm supposed to be. I never saw it coming, but it's where I'm supposed to be. You gotta be where you're supposed to be, Feeley, even if it sneaks up on you."

"Yes sir." Feeley said. "But being a Detective is where I'm supposed to be."

I chose not to debate that point at this moment. "Okay... speaking of good things happening, how are things going with Miss Perlman?" I asked, changing the subject. Even in the dark, I could see Feeley's face light up...

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Walking into the MCD room, I saw Cindy and Hugh talking with Angela Harlan. Cpt. Britt Maxwell of the University Police was also there, and she was looking incredibly hot and fine. She had been meeting Detective Harlan while waiting for us to get back.

"I made you guys some supper." Angela said as she picked up a plate half-filled with sandwiches and offered me to take one. Cindy and Hugh were already eating, and I didn't blame them.

"Thanks, Angela." I said. "Feeley, you want some chow?"

"Yes sir." Feeley said, gratefully accepting a sandwich half.

"Is the Chief still here?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, sir." Angela said. "He did say for you to go to his office when you got here, that was about an hour ago."

The room became uncomfortably quiet. Cindy was staring up at Angela. Hugh had an "oh shit!" look on his face while standing behind her. Britt was admiring a spider web on the ceiling. Feeley looked inquisitive.

"Sir," Cindy said, "I'll get her squared away on that."

"She's new," I said, "don't be too harsh." Turning to my new detective, I began instructing her. "Angela, there's two things you should strive to do while with our Department: first, always know if the Chief is here and if I'm here, and if you're working with Vice, if Captain Malone is here. I never go home until the Chief does, unless he specifically tells me to. Second, if the Chief ever tells you he wants me to come to his office, I should not even make it completely through the door before you've told me. Good or good?"

"Yes, sir." Angela said, her voice showing her chagrin.

"You guys can go home." I said. "See you tomorrow. Angela, study those procedures. Cindy, test her on them."

"I'm doing that with her, sir." Hugh said. I just nodded as I turned to leave the room.

"Before you go--" Britt Maxwell said.

"Come with me." I said, trying to wolf down my sandwich.

Going into the Chief's anteroom, Britt said "I got a call from the Nextdoor County Police today. They said that a University Police Officer named Delta had called and reported an accident on the main highway, but that when they went to find it they found nothing at all. They said it was definitely a police radio that called it in. I told them I'd check on it and get back to them."

"Yeah, that was me." I said. "Tell them that Officer Delta did make that call, and that he thinks the cars in the accident might have left the scene, but that Officer Delta has no idea why they'd do that. By the way, come on inside with us, just let me finish this sandwich..."

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"Damn, I fucked up." Angela said, her husky voice barely a whisper.

"Don't worry about it." Hugh said, trying to be comforting. "He's just molding you like he has the rest of us. But definitely tell him if the chief wants to see him. Ditto that for any of us."

"Is he going to take that food into the chief's office?" Angela said.

"Probably not." Cindy said. "Beyond what Don just told you, remember this: the Chief loves that man as if he were the Chief's own son. Don can do what he wants, but he's careful to show the Chief the respect he deserves."

Just then the Chief's voice came across the hall. "Dammit Crowbar, bring that food on in here instead of trying to swallow it in one gulp! Let's go, son!"

Everyone looked at each other.

"Ooo-kay, even Don can fuck up." Cindy said. "Well, I heard the man tell me to go home, and I'm scootin' before he changes his mind."

The room emptied.

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Entering the Chief's office, I saw Jack Muscone sitting in the chair next to the one intended for me. The chief bade Britt Maxwell and me to sit down as he took his chair behind his desk.

"Captain Maxwell." Jack Muscone said, very surprised to see her enter the office. "How much do you know about all this?"

"Most of it." Britt replied. "Dr. Fredricson told me most of it at the time Ned stole some of those drugs, back when Don and Melina came to Town for the first time. It is of course my business to not know too much about it, but it hasn't been hard to figure out.

"She's good. We can trust her." the Chief said, vouching for Britt. And that was a first: it was the first time a Town & County Police Officer besides myself had shown trust in University Police Captain Britt Maxwell. It did not go unnoticed by either Britt or myself as our eyes met briefly.

"So, Crowbar, how did it go?" the Chief asked, pretending not to see the look between Britt and myself.

"It damn near didn't." I said. "I have never seen a man so committed to lying as Barry Bounel was. But I finally got what I wanted out of the dipshit." I told them the story, which for brevity's sake I'll make a synopsis of here:

Bounel finally admitted that he'd received the two sets of syringes of drugs on the Friday night before we raided him... the night that Jack Burke and Marie Arruzio were murdered by Joe Arruzio. They (the drugs) were delivered to him by Skinny Beard, who said that someone would come to Bounel's room within 48 hours with a paper grocery sack. The person would say "I'm the jackrabbit, do you have something for me?" Bounel would receive the sack, which would have a sum of money amounting to the low five-figures, he would give the person the two sets of syringes, and the money was his (Bounel's) to keep for his trouble. Bounel did not know if the person would be a man or woman, though they talked in terms of it being a man. Skinny Beard had said that the vials contained deadly poisons, so Bounel should be careful with the syringes, but Bounel did not know anything else about the stuff. After sexually servicing Bounel, Skinny Beard left.

However, the pick-up person never showed up by the time Bounel was hired by Ned to go on the excursion to bring some pain to Bettina Wurtzburg and her informant, and it had been well over 48 hours. Bounel said that Ned had been the one to hire him for the Wurtzburg/informant attack, and didn't think the job was related to the drugs; Ned never mentioned the drugs nor the 'jackrabbit' code-word, he only offered Barry the chance to acquire a cop's gun and "get some fresh cherry ass" from the cop, and Barry had eagerly accepted the job. After stealing the gun, Barry had decided to use one of the sets of syringes to booby-trap the weapon in its hideaway location.

Skinny Beard was not supposed to come back until after the drugs had been transferred, and nothing was said when he did come back on Wednesday to service Bounel sexually. That's when we burst into the room on the raid and took the two sets of syringe vials as well as Bounel's big bag of cocaine.

Bounel said that after our raid he had hidden out in the City but had encountered no problems until just a couple of days before his arrest on the APB that I had put out for him. He said someone in a car fired at him and/or his group of about 8 people that were just hanging out. It was impossible to know at the time that he was the specific target, but after that he got wary and noticed strange cars driving around, apparently looking for him. He went deeper underground after that, but was betrayed by an informant to the City cops.

"So everyone was looking for him." Jack Muscone said. "If he didn't have the stuff, what did they want from him?"

"The same thing I did." I said, "the identity of the person that was going to pick up the drugs from him. They had no way of knowing if they had been delivered. They already had Skinny Beard and he'd told them he delivered the vials to Bounel. Only when Dr. Mays got a sample and started asking questions did they find out the drugs were in police custody."

"Who is 'they'?" asked the Chief.

"Take your pick, sir." I said. "Criminals, foreign spies, DEA, CIA, maybe even the FBI, Jack?"

"Could well be, though I doubt it. We generally don't step on each other's toes like the CIA does at times." Jack Muscone said, enjoying the opportunity to take a dig at the clandestine service.

"By the way," he continued, "when the FBI took custody of Santa Claus, Skinny Beard and Gruff, they turned them over to the Federal Marshals soon afterwards. That speaks of Witness Protection. All three vanished, but then I got an interesting little tidbit that the Marshals had given Santa Claus and Skinny Beard to someone else's custody, and had lost track of Gruff."

"Santa Claus, a.k.a. Keeler, is a 'wet boy' with the CIA, I'm as sure of that as I can reasonably be." I said. A 'wet boy' was an assassin, as everyone in the room knew.

"Gruff probably went back to the organization that he's been a part of for a while, which I don't think is part of this case at all." I continued. "That leaves Skinny Beard."

"What do you think happened to him?" the Chief asked.

"He was part of those drug projects that Dr. Heinz and my wife had been working on." I said. "Ned was part of that group, too... and went rogue. I suspect Skinny Beard went rogue, too; perhaps with Ned, perhaps not. But unless he got away from them, I suspect a sinister result for Skinny Beard."

"Okay, it's getting late, Crowbar, and my dinner is still in the food warmer at home." said the Chief. "So who was supposed to receive the syringes from Bounel?"

"Well," I said, "since the pickup was not made, it suggests that something happened to the 'jackrabbit', the person who was supposed to make the pickup.

((Dear Readers, you may wish to pause here and try to determine who the intended recipient of the syringes was, and why the pickup didn't happen. Continue reading for the answer.))

"You think the intended recipient was killed?" Jack asked.

"Yes, I do. And on that Friday night, two persons were murdered, and the third was held up for a while, then shot himself just after we made the Bounel raid."

"Jack Burke and the Arruzios..." mused the Chief. "So it was one of them?"

"I think it very likely." I said. "And the reason I think so traces back to some other things that happened recently--"

"The Arruzios?" Jack Muscone interrupted, flabbergasted, finally finding his voice. "You have got to be kidding, here." said Muscone. "Wasn't that just a domestic situation? Do you really think they were involved in all this?"

"Well, let me tell you the things you couldn't possibly know, Jack." I replied. "For one thing, when we recently solved the 'Swap' cases, two of my officers interviewed one Mr. Ward, of the Ward Harvester company. They found Ward to be full of hatred for me, particularly over the case of the 'Murdered Lovers'...he even told my officers that Marie Ward Arruzio was his sister."

"Oh. Ohhhhhhhhh..." said Jack Muscone, beginning to understand.

"Yep." I said. "He made an enormously huge mistake there, telling us that. We also know that Ward was interested in something at Tim Olivet's company, and now we have a possible link, through his sister, of wanting to get to these drugs from Dr. Heinz's labs. Ward keeps showing up on my radar as a 'person of interest', and not just because his building exploded in my face."

I continued: "I suspect that Ward is very upset with me not so much because his sister died, but because my raid on Bounel screwed up his plans to obtain the drugs. His original courier was dead, and before he could set up another pickup, I was in there recovering Ikea's gun and I just happened upon the syringe vials... and took them.

"Good grief." Muscone said.

"Yep." I said, understanding. "All of this, from the murder of his sister to the raid, was purely coincidental, but it all hit Ward like a punch in the gut. It was extraordinarily bad luck for Ward, but it does explain more rationally why he would hate my guts."

"So which one was it? The courier. Jack Burke?" asked the Chief, totally absorbed, having completely forgotten about his waiting supper.

"Well, we can make cases for and against any of the three." I said. "Let's take Joe Arruzio first. On the 'pro' side is that he was a University Regent and likely had some knowledge of the black ops research going on in Dr. Heinz's laboratories. He also had made drug deals in the past, and he needed money. On the 'con' side is that it doesn't fit his modus operandi very well. Also, when he left Dr. Wellman's house, he went back to the City instead of trying to make the pickup of the drugs.

"If you put yourself in his place and consider his actions, you'd see that if he were the guy, he likely would've gone to make that pickup no matter what, especially before we realized he'd left the Wellmans' home. And of course, if he'd made the pickup, the drugs would've been gone long before I got there.

"Last, but certainly not least: I doubt he would've murdered his wife and her lover at that particular time if he knew he had that drug pickup to make. Wow, think of the problems he would've been creating for himself..." I shook my head. "No, I ruled out Joe pretty quickly."

"Now, we can look at Marie Arruzio and Jack Burke. Marie was going to divorce her husband and may have wanted a bit more money. Though she was loaded, the money was in trust and only came to her in relatively small amounts at a time; she spent some of her husband's money and needed that income to be replaced.

"Also, she was Ward's sister, and he might have offered her money to make the simple pickup and get the vials to him. It is not clear to me if Marie and her brother were on good terms or not, but it hardly mattered when she came over all dead. On the 'con' side for Marie is that she was a very well-known, attractive and noticeable woman and would very likely be observed and remembered going into a University dorm for any reason.

"That leaves Jack Burke. On the 'pro' side would be that he was constantly in need of money. The word 'jackrabbit' would make one think of Jack Burke, n'est pas? And he may have been the courier for Marie; she would have him pick up the stuff, she'd pay him some extra cash, then she'd get the vials to her brother. She'd also be in his power, and that might have led to something wet happening to Jack Burke at a later point in time.

"On the 'con' side for Jack is that he never tried to acquire a lot of money. He could've gone home to his parents, they had cash. And Jack is the kind of guy who would've figured out something was going on and done something dumb, like take those vials for himself or even take the sack of money and disappear without making the pickup. Jack was a most untrustworthy servant for an errand of this nature. And there's another reason, related to his past, that makes me think he wouldn't go anywhere near those drugs nor that research operation. In any case--"

"Are you talking about that rape accusation against him?" Britt Maxwell asked. She did not like rapists.

"Not directly, Britt, though that past situation definitely affected Burke for the rest of his life." I said, not wanting to discuss that particular subject. "I think he had some fears of some people that kept him lying low all those years, but that's beyond the scope of this, in my opinion. And for all those reasons, I think Marie Ward Arruzio was the 'jackrabbit', and that her brother would've been the 'bunny hole' that those drugs would've disappeared into."

"Excuse me." Jack said, getting out his cell phone. "I need to make sure the stake is arranged for you to be burned at tonight. This is ridiculous how you're figuring this out." He was teasing me, of course... I think.

"So who tried to ambush you in Nextdoor County today?" the Chief asked.

"The same people that wanted the drugs, that put pressure on an SBI agent to get them, and then wanted the information out of Bounel." I said.

"Criminals, then, right?" Britt said. "Surely the CIA is not going to murder police officers just to get at Bounel?"

"You think that?" I said, skepticism and sarcasm dripping from my voice. "That makes one of us." Britt looked absolutely shocked, and I could tell that another thought had struck her.

Part 21 - A Matter of Evidence

At 2:00am early the next Saturday morning, I received a phone call from the Duty Sergeant to come down to Headquarters quickly. I did so and was directed to the secure basement area.

"He's in the Drug Evidence Room. The Chief is on his way in." Patrolman Morton said, leading me into that very chamber. Inside were the Evidence Room Supervisor, wearing his gray baseball cap, Daniel Allgood of Internal Affairs, Patrolman Rudistan, and Detective Teresa Croyle.




Interlude Ch. 09



A man dressed in a Town & County Police Officer's uniform was lying on the floor, dead. He was not an officer with our Department and had no identity upon him. He was fairly young, tall and slender, muscular, and had black hair and swarthy features.

"Look at his badge, Lieutenant." Teresa said. I knelt next to the body, noticing a peculiar odor around the dead man's face. I peered at the badge over his left breast pocket. It was obviously an imitation; our real badges are plated with real gold, and this one looked like that cheap imitation stuff they make high school class rings out of.

I saw what Teresa was getting at: on the top of the circular wreath was the word 'Lieutenant', and the number under the five-pointed star was my own: 1640.

"Oh, that's cute." I said, having to smile at the cheek of it all. "That's definitely a message to me. Hmm, I smell almonds even more strongly here... yes, he took cyanide, didn't he? By the way, who found the body?"


"He was alive when we detected him." Daniel Allgood said. "Our camera monitors in I.A. saw him in the Drug Evidence room, looking all over the place for something. We activated the door lock so he couldn't get out while Croyle assembled a team to take him down. As soon as we ordered him over the speakers to lie down with his hands spread above his head, his hand went to his mouth then his mouth foamed up. Classic cyanide suicide."

"Yep." I said. "First, anyone who has never smelled it before, smell around his lips now. That's what cyanide suicide smells like." Several people were doing that just as the Chief walked in.

"Geez, Crowbar," he said, "I love it when you train people, but sniffing dead people?"

"Well, it is my body, sir, according to that fake badge." I replied, a perfect comeback, startling the Chief.

After looking at the fake badge, the Chief said "Come on up to my office, Crowbar. You too, Allgood. Croyle, finish this up and have the body taken to the Crime Lab morgue for identification."

I piped up and said "Teresa, go to the crime lab with the EMTs that take the body there. Have whoever is on duty immediately make a double set of fingerprints and footprints and DNA samples. Process one set normally, but keep the other set separate; in fact, you can bring the second set here and ask I.A. to secure it."

"Why do we need to do that, Lieutenant?" the Chief asked.

"Because if I'm right, this body is going to disappear completely before eight o'clock this morning."

Part 22 - Wrap-Up

The early light of pre-dawn was just beginning to color the sky as I looked over the school and town from the patio of the "Mountain Nest". The view was fantastic, though I liked the higher view from "The Cabin" even better. Turning to look over my shoulder, I could see my home on the mountainside well above me.

I detected a movement at the door and looked on back. Laura was just coming outside. She looked good, dressed in a tight, form-fitting navy blue dress with a white blouse underneath, sheer stockings and high heel matte navy blue pumps. Since the birth of the baby she'd worked out to get back in shape, and had easily done so. Even though I had come in my wife's mouth just half an hour before, I felt the stirrings of desire for her and would've taken her back inside for a hot, quick fuck... but we had serious business to attend to.

"Ready to go?" I asked. Laura nodded. She was nervous, I could tell. Understandable, considering all of our discussions when I returned from Headquarters that left few stones unturned and made for little sleep.

"How's Carole?" I asked.

"Your mom's feeding her a bottle now." Laura said as we headed around to the cars. "She slept well last night, too."

"Good." I said. We got into our cars and drove down the road and to the University. Parking at Laura's normal parking space at the school, we did not head into her building but the one next to it. An older building on campus, it had once been the Chemistry building and was now the Pharmacy School. Laura unlocked a back door and we went in, immediately turning into a stairwell and going downstairs to the basement. Downstairs there was a long corridor hallway, but we only went a few feet to a locked, unmarked door.

Laura unlocked and opened the door and we went in. There was a mop and bucket and some paper supplies in the small room, but there was a metal door in the back wall with the words "Cleaning Chemicals" and a hazmat diamond on it. There was no keyhole to unlock the door I noticed. How to get in?

Laura opened a hidden panel next to the door. She had to swipe an access card as well as punch in a number code to open the metal door. Inside the next small room were a few bottles of Clorox, ammonia, and phosphate cleaning solutions; I knew that mixing those chemicals would produce a deadly gas, but that was not what was on my mind at the moment.

In the back wall of the room was an elevator. Laura swiped her card over the reader and the doors opened. Inside the elevator, Laura had to punch in a different number code. The elevator doors closed and the elevator began moving... downwards!

It was not a long ride. The elevator opened into a dark corridor which paralleled the basement corridor above. There were doors down the hall to the left and at the end. Laura went for the door to the left.

Inside was a large chemical laboratory: three long rows of benches with drawers, shelves in the middle, and assembled chemical glassware. Computer stations and instrumentation were in several places on the countertops. Three fume hoods lined the far wall. In the far back corner to my left I could see a sealed fume hood with glove inserts that one had to use to avoid contact with whatever was inside.

There were cabinets lining the other walls, including metal ones that housed chemicals and equipment. As I looked around, I felt like I had confirmation of my theory...

To our right as we entered was a door that lead to an office. Behind the desk was the frazzled, eccentric looking Dr. Heinz. There was a college-age girl in the room also, an Asian woman that I recognized as one of Laura's students in her clinic. I couldn't remember her name, maybe it was 'Connie' or something like that?

"Ah my dear Dr. Fredricson!" Dr. Heinz said. "And your most fortunate new husband, yes? How are you young man? Looking very fit you are, yes?"

"Yes, Dr. Heinz, thank you." I said, observing him as I shook his hand.

"Ah, I must congratulate you on your new baby. Wunderbar! And no after-effects of the drugs, no? It was... over a year ago?"

"No after-effects, so far." Laura said. "Though Don says he's been told his penis has gotten larger."

Dr. Heinz rattled off a spate of German, which I was barely able to understand but realized it meant something like "Did you test for this? Did you study it?" Laura's reply in perfect high German brought a laugh to both of them, and she told me the conversation, ending with "I told him that I study your penis very frequently."

I blushed. Then Laura said to me: "Well, Don, I'm sure you've figured out by now what this is."

"Yes." I said. "A research lab funded by the Central Intelligence Agency, in which Dr. Heinz and his associates do top-secret drug research overseen by you." The night before I had told Laura what I knew, that she was one of the highest-level officers in the CIA's Directorate of Science and Technology, and that she was overseeing research projects at the University in addition to her own sexual psychology research 'aboveground'.

"Yes." Laura said. "The research here is partly our own, but partly funded by the Agency."

"Yes, and while you and Dr. Heinz are pure researchers and do your sexual drug researches on your own, the Company wants results-- something they can use for applications in their work." I said.

"Yes, unfortunately that's the case." Laura said as we went into Dr. Heinz's office and sat down. I noticed a smaller room off to the right, which would correspond to the door at the end of the hallway. There was a small metal bed in the room with a sheet and thin blanket over it, and a door in the back wall leading to a bathroom.

"You live here, Dr. Heinz?" I asked.

"Oh, not officially." Dr. Heinz replied. "But so many times I have so excited become by my research that I stay here for many hours at a time, yes?"

"So I had them put in a bed for him." Laura said. "He still has to go upstairs to eat, though. Which he does not do enough." she added severely, looking at Dr. Heinz. I noticed that her admonition contained concern for the elderly doctor's health.

"What can I say?" Dr. Heinz said, spreading his hands in resignation. "With the work, I lose track of the time, you zee..."

When Laura asked Connie to leave the room, Dr. Heinz said he would start her on a project. They went into the lab and the girl began working on a chemical process as Dr. Heinz gave her some instructions.

"Does she work for the Company?" I asked.

"Yes." Laura said. "Except for you right now, anyone that can come in here works for the CIA in some capacity. And before you ask, Ned was contracted when he came to the school. The top brass really liked what he was doing. He was a real genius and impressed everyone with his work. When he went rogue and stole those sexual and emotion-inducing drugs, they were besides themselves."

"So how is it you're allowing me to see this?" I asked.

"Like you said last night, we have to destroy those drugs you found in the Bounel raid, and it's best to do it here. The ricin would be a danger if not properly destroyed, and we have the means to do it here and not risk public exposure. And, of course, to show you that I trust you." she replied. I understood fully what she meant by the last sentence.

Laura continued: "I'm putting in my paperwork that you've agreed to maintain secrecy under penalty of the law, and I'll have you sign a paper to that effect. But now they'll know that you know everything, so I won't have to keep playing stupid games with them."

Just then Dr. Heinz re-entered the office. "So, Dr. Fredricson, you wanted to discuss some other drugs that young Ned took?"

"Yes." Laura said. "Don has a theory about what happened." They both looked at me.

"First a question or two." I said. "Did this man ever work here?" I showed them the official police mug shot of Skinny Beard that the Town & County Police had taken upon his arrest, which I had downloaded into my iPhone. The mug shot was the only known picture of Skinny Beard and the only confirmation that the man had ever existed.

"Ah yes, he came here from time to time. He was an agent, he had identification, yes? He said he was here to take papers, reports and such, to Langley." Dr. Heinz said. "He did work with young Ned so he understood the chemical researches."

"I never knew him nor talked to him." Laura said. "He slipped by me. That means he was already an agent and had credentials to get down here, but he avoided me. With all that has gone on, we now know why."

"Yes, we do." I said. "Next, I understand that your research, even the Government secret research, has only been about sexual drugs, maybe some emotion-inducing or mind-altering drugs?"

"Ja, das ist richtig." Dr. Heinz said. "The drugs, they are not powerful. Not like the LSD experiments years ago. We hoped to find clinical applications to help psychologically... how do you say, the 'deranged' individuals recover from their illnesses, ja? I also work with Dr. Fredricson to find the drugs that affect sexual centers of the brain as well as the sexual organs."

"So you do not and did not work with drugs that could induce pain, that could be used to torture people in interrogations?" I asked.

"Nein, nein! Dr. Heinz answered with some feeling. "Never the harmful drugs were allowed here!"

"That's true." Laura said. "Although the Agency would love to have stuff like that, it's not what we did here at all."

"And they never tried to induce you to go in that direction?" I asked.

"No." Laura said. "They were interested in the hypnotic effects of some of the emotion-inducing drugs. They also were interested in sexual stimulants as well as drugs to suppress sexual desires, so that agents in the field would be less... distracted... by the temptations of the flesh. Most of the research here was at a very basic psychological level. Often our work was taken to other labs, which I can't even discuss out loud, for further work in making applications out of the research."

"When Ned was here," I asked. "Did he ever work outside your authority, or with anyone else?"

"Not that we know of, except for your friend Skinny Beard here." Laura said. "But when we discussed it last year, we realized that Ned might have been contacted by someone else within the Agency without us knowing about it and that he did work for them." 

"I see. Well, that's what I'm thinking, too." I said. "My theory goes like this: Ned made these pain-inducing drugs and the antidotes for them, as well as some deadly chemicals. He might have done it on his own, but I suspect it was at the request of someone you two didn't know about, either an outside agent or more likely someone not in the Company but with an association to it. Skinny Beard was an integral part of that."

I continued: "Ned made the drugs, put them in the two sets of syringe vials, and then hid them here, probably in the back of one of the cabinets where it wouldn't be noticed but someone else could get to them if need be. He left no notes of his work, as it was outside the pervue of anything you were legitimately doing.

"Then Ned came on that family trip with us. He had his own personal agenda, of course, which we are now all too familiar with. Because he was arrested, he could never get back down here. So Skinny Beard came down and got the vials, but not for Ned... he acquired them for someone else, who was going to either sell them back to the Agency or to the highest bidder.

"These drugs induce pain, and it's obvious they were created to be used to torture individuals, then end the pain once the tortured person had confessed if they wanted to keep that person alive." I explained further. "And that is why so many people have become interested in them. Ned knows how to make more, so he didn't need to arrange for someone to get them out of this laboratory, nor did he need to send people into my evidence rooms at Headquarters to find them. That same someone tried to ambush police officers on a prisoner transfer, and then had someone actually attempt to get into the evidence room... but that person had to commit suicide when caught, and that shows the desperation of our unknown perp to get at them."

"So what do we have to do now?" Laura asked.

"Destroy the drugs." I said. I took out the small box I had carried with me. Inside were two sets of vials, one nearly empty, the other full. The near-empty set had come from the Crime Lab.

We went into the main lab and to the back corner where the sealed hood was. Connie put the sample vials and some clorox into the airlock, and upon request I was allowed to put my hands into the gloves and do the destruction work myself. A bunsen burner was lit and the chemicals drained out of the vials and into a metal cup. I then heated up the vial and the chemicals inside the cup caught fire and burned. I then charred the edges of the cup to burn out any residue. Next, I filled the syringes with the clorox and shot the liquid through the needles, then burned up the syringe plungers, charred out the inner portions of the glass vials, then heated the syringe needles until they were glowing red-hot.

"Very thorough." Laura said drily as she watched.

"You betcha." I replied. As I finished, I said "Why don't we take Dr. Heinz and his lovely assistant to breakfast?"

"Good idea." Laura said.

As we were leaving the restaurant after a delicious breakfast, I slipped something into Dr. Heinz's hand as I shook it.

"Was ist das? he asked, then caught his breath as he beheld the ancient coin. He was still for a long moment, unable to speak. Laura and Connie just watched with quizzical amazement.

"One of the women you helped escape the Nazis was my mother's grandmother." I whispered. "This was the only thing of value she escaped with."

"Yes, I remember. I was just a young boy then." Dr. Heinz said. He'd actually been a teenager. "But I am filled with happiness to know that her great-grandson is fighting the Evil now." He tried to give the coin back and I tried not to take it. 

"Bitte, you must keep this." he said. "I am an old man now, and when the battle becomes hard, you will look at this to remember the Evil that you are fighting, ja?. The Evil today is just as potent and strong as what we faced in those dark times..."

I allowed him to persuade me.

Part 23 - Vanishing Act

It was nearly 9:00am as Laura and I got back to her office. She sat at her desk and got onto her computer, rapidly typing while I sat on one of the sofas and sent emails from my iPhone.

"Okay," she said, "I've just informed my superiors both openly and through the backchannels that we have destroyed the drugs and they no longer exist."

"And I've told the same thing to the Chief and to Jack Muscone." I said, "Of course I omitted any reference to any Government agencies you might be associated with, as this is not the most secure of cellphones. And hopefully the right words poured into the wrong ears will get the message out, and we won't have to worry about any of this any more."

"You won't." Laura said. "I can't say the same thing myself."

"What do you think is going to happen?" I asked, glancing over at my wife.

"I don't know." Laura said, sitting back in her comfortable chair. "I've already told them that I'm not leaving this University for another Company assignment; in fact, I'm about ready to retire from the Agency. Nearly 28 years is more than enough. Dr. Wellman knows about the projects and the money that the University gets from them, but he's already told me I can stay here forever even if they close down the projects."

"Well," I said, "the project might be getting shut down anyway. You know Dr. Heinz is sick, don't you?"

"Was it that noticeable?" Laura said, looking at me. As I nodded, she said, "Yes, and he's not helping by working as hard as he does. I don't know how long he has left, maybe a year if we're lucky." Sadness was written all over my wife's face as she became introspective. "So, quite the coincidence that your great-grandmother was one of those he saved--"

"We are about to have a visitor." I said, peering at the office door.

"How do you know?" Laura asked.

"I heard his phone ring in the hallway." I said. "Mine will be ringing shortly, also." A second later we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in." Laura said. The door opened and in walked... Henry R. Wargrave.

"Why Mr. Wargrave," Laura said, "I didn't know we had an appointment today."

"Oh, we don't." said Wargrave. "But I was in the vicinity, saw both your cars in the parking lot, and I couldn't resist coming in to wish the proud new parents my congratulations." Of course that was not the reason he was here, I knew.

"Very kind of you." I said, a bit shortly perhaps. "And fortunate that you were in the area, also."

*BRING! BRING! BRING!*

"I believe that is for you, Lieutenant." said Wargrave as my phone buzzed in my hand. He sat down in the chair in front of Laura's desk as she watched us both warily. I answered the phone.

"Hello, Perlman." I said, not even giving her the chance to say anything. "Don't tell me, let me guess. It's gone."

"Yes, it is. You were a bit early in your guess, though." Tanya said. "It took them until 8:45, but the body disappeared."




Interlude Ch. 09



"And the details are?" I asked, not one bit surprised to be hearing this.

"Here's what happened." she replied, knowing I'd rather hear the chronological version to answer the not-yet-asked questions. "Christina Cho had taken the samples and gave one set to Teresa like you asked. Christina and I were processing the other set. Patrolman Johnson, a new rookie, was stationed in the room with us. CMB was coming in to do the preliminary autopsy but wasn't here yet."

She continued: "Christina and I were at the desk in the office next to the autopsy room, transmitting the fingerprints to the FBI for identification. There's a window looking into the autopsy room and I saw Patrolman Johnson nearly collapse. He got sick and began vomiting into a trash can. We helped him to the bathroom and when we got back, the body was gone, and so were the first set of samples we'd taken."

"How is Johnson now?" I asked.

"He's at University Hospital being checked out, but seems to have gotten over the heaves. Another patrolman stayed there with him." Tanya replied.

"Did you smell anything in the air, or feel sick yourself?" I asked.

"No, just smelled puke." Tanya said. "I took a sample of it from the trash can, to test for any drugs or poisons."

"You're awesome, Tanya, but you can spare me the details of that part of it. I'm busy at the moment, but I'll be there shortly." I said, then hung up.

"Dear me, Mr. Holmes, dear me." said Wargrave, in the form of a quotation.

"I trust that my officer will be okay?" I asked, not amused.

"I'm sure he'll make a full and speedy recovery." said Wargrave. "Cleanup means leaving no further messes behind."

"Speaking of cleanup," Laura interjected, not liking to be losing control while in her own office, and not fooling with word games, "the stolen drugs have been destroyed completely. My husband was extremely efficient. Even the syringes and glassware were burned out. I wouldn't have thought to do that, but he did. Not a molecule left of them."

"Well!" said Henry Wargrave with mock enthusiasm, "that's very good news, wouldn't you say, Lieutenant? After all, no more evidence of any illegal police raids, so that imbecile Detective Ikea won't be chirping about you anymore."

"We do agree on something, Mr. Wargrave." I said. "That Ikea is indeed an imbecile. But I'm sure that he remains the least of my worries." I said. "In fact, I can now just go back to the simple police business of finding criminals and keeping all the children, including mine, safe from harm."

"Yes, and I'm sure no children are in any danger, especially yours." said Wargrave. He was basically saying in response to my words that he was not a threat to my daughter. I relaxed somewhat.

Wargrave continued: "But what about the person to whom the hideous Mr. Bounel was to deliver those vials? Surely you'll pursue those culprits." He was watching me closely but was distracted by Laura's voice cutting through the air that was thick with tension.

"With the samples destroyed, why would anyone care about that?" Laura said.

"Indeed." I added. "The pickup wasn't made in a timely manner, so that person must've lost interest. Of course, it was the merest dumb luck that my rogue nephew hired Bounel to help with that very stupid attack upon Betting Wurtzburg, leading to Bounel stealing a cop's gun, leading to an... interdiction of that most hideous person. That attack on Ms. Wurtzburg really has turned out to be a very stupid thing to have done, wouldn't you say, Mr. Wargrave? Karma, neh?" I drove the verbal knife deep and twisted it; Mr. Wargrave's own actions had set in motion the dominos that interrupted the transfer of those drugs.

"I couldn't agree with you more, Lieutenant." Mr. Wargrave said, not totally able to hide the anger in his eyes. "But you are right about your pursuit of murderers, particularly your own young nephew. I hope your sister was able to give you information about her rogue son's whereabouts. I must admit that the young man has managed to hide himself more effectively than even my best private investigators can handle."

"And why would you be looking for him?" I asked, knowing Wargrave was not making a mistake in letting me know that.

"Why, to help you, of course." Wargrave said. "The 'punk', as you like to call him, is definitely a threat to good order and standing around these parts. He's become a threat to my University's interests, as well as those of your Town and County. I would love more than anything to deliver him to your doorstep. Do you want him alive or dead?"

"I appreciate the help." I said. "And 'confirmed dead' would be fine with me."

"Strong sentiments, there." Wargrave said, concealing a smile. He stood up. "Unfortunately, I must run. Congratulations again on the new baby, Lieutenant, Doctor."

"Congratulations are in order for you also, Mr. Wargrave." I said as he was turning to go. "Upon Acme's acquisition of the Olivet company."

Wargrave's eyes flashed irritation but he swiftly recovered. "Well, I'm barely more than a board member and consultant to that firm." he said, "But I'm sure they'll find the acquisition... profitable." Not waiting for further conversation, Wargrave exited the room.

"In some ways," Laura said, "I'm glad I was here to watch that... on the other hand, part of me wishes I didn't. Was that a threat to our daughter that I heard?"

"I don't think so." I said, still looking at the closed door Wargrave had just closed behind him. "If I thought it had been, he would not have left this room alive, no matter the consequences."

"You're right, and it might not have been you that killed him." Laura replied. I knew that my wife was not a woman to be fucked with, and a threat to our daughter was something neither of us would tolerate.

"So why did he come here?" Laura asked.

"To find out who Bounel was supposed to deliver the samples to." I replied. "He still doesn't know, and he'd like to know who his competition was. And I was tempted to tell him, but for now can't see the good that would come of that."

Part 24 - Epilogue

"Where to from here?" Cindy Ross asked, sipping her wine.

It was late Saturday afternoon and I'd just gotten home from hours of study of the Olivet data. The sun was still high, but beginning to lower itself over the Town.

Laura and I had invited Cindy Ross to have dinner with us, and Cindy and I were sitting on the back deck of The Cabin. Cindy was wearing a basic clingy dress and high heel sandals, and she looked smoking hot.

"I don't know." I said, sipping my single-malt Scotch. I was also holding Carole, who was peacefully sleeping. Holding my daughter after a long day of work made me feel very good about life, no matter what the news of the day had been.

The tests for poisons in Patrolman Johnson's system would come back negative. Attempts to identify the dead man with the second set of DNA samples as well as the fingerprint and footprint evidence also failed. How the body was removed and by whom remains unsolved.

With the drug samples destroyed, everyone seemed to breathe easier. Laura reported that the CIA was "satisfied" with the conclusion, which was confirmed by Jack Muscone. I also heard from several sources that the pressure on the SBI and Agent Ferrell to obtain the drugs had gone away. Steven Ikea tried to make some continued noise but was told to shut up by his political benefactors.

What no one else knew is that both sets of vials had not been destroyed: I never removed the set that I had hidden in the Weapons Evidence room. I made up four vials with colored water in them. I knew that one day I might need the vials as a trump card against some very powerful people with very ugly intentions.

"I'm still looking at the Olivet data." I said. "Did you find out anything new about Ward of Ward Harvester?"

"No." Cindy said. "Ward beat down our attempt to get warrants to look at his financial records and phone records. What he didn't know was that the FBI did get federal warrants, and Martin Nash's girlfriend, FBI Agent Sandra Speer, let me look at what they had... but there wasn't anything we could use. I did see one interesting tidbit, though: there was one phone call to Ward's personal cell phone from Karen Warner, the daughter of the guy who was murdered several weeks ago."

"So I checked around," Cindy continued, "and sure enough, Ward and Karen Warner had lunch together some days ago. But aside from that being a curiosity, I'm not sure what good it does us."

"Hmmm, interesting." I mused, mostly to myself. "For now, though, it's just something to catalogue in the back of our minds as we await further developments."

"Did Ned really put out a mob hit on his own mother?" Cindy asked suddenly.

"Not formally." I said. "But he put out word to the underworld that he'd pay handsomely in money and drugs and drug synthesis if Elizabeth showed up dead. Most criminals don't care and wouldn't waste the effort, but there are a few that might. At any rate, it was enough to spook Elizabeth into turning herself in."

"I still don't get why she thinks turning herself in is the safest thing to do." Cindy said.

"She doesn't." I replied. "Elizabeth is up to something, but the only way to find out what that is, is to let it play itself out."

"Hmmm... Oh, I did have one question." Cindy said. "You didn't tell Hugh the whole story when we were going to pick up Bounel. Do you trust him?"

"Oh yes." I said. "I trust everyone I work with... unless and until they give me a reason not to. But to answer your question fully, I've only told you and the Chief the full story about all of this, and that is a positive reflection upon my trust in you, not a negative reflection on anyone else. The less others know, the fewer leaks we have, however unintentional."

"I appreciate the trust." Cindy said. "Speaking of which... Teresa's in trouble again. Ikea tried to assign her to security for the 10K race this coming weekend. She declined with the words 'fuck off and die'. Ikea then tried to front her and get physical, and Teresa's reply was to attempt to spit in Ikea's face. She missed, and Sergeant Sharples got between them and calmed everything down before they came to blows, but Ikea's working Malone like crazy trying to get her in trouble."

"I thought she only popped off around Christmas time." I said.

"True enough. Captain Malone has been patient with her, but he had to chew her out for that one." Cindy said. "She still refused to do security for the race, but Captain Malone didn't push her on that. I wish I could figure out what's inside her head and help her."

"Yeah, I know. Speaking of Malone, his attitude towards Ikea has sure changed." I said. "They used to be peas in a pod. Now Malone seems to be losing control of his 'boy'."

"You're right." Cindy said. "Teresa says even Timothy Geiger, who used to be Ikea's lapdog, is avoiding him, and that Ikea is out of favor with Malone. Not sure why, though. And Ikea's increasing arrogance, especially in trying to go after you, shows me he's got someone behind him much more powerful than Captain Malone."

"Good observation." I replied. "But Malone is hamstrung. If he runs for Sheriff next year, as he's threatened repeatedly to do, he'll need Ikea's religious backers as a constituent group. Politics are such amusing fun, n'est pas?"

We were interrupted by Laura calling us in to supper.

Finis... for now.



Interlude Ch. 10



The order of my stories to read is:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, Case of the Executed Evangelist series, The Swap series.

Interludes 6-10

The Murdered Football Player series.

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

This interlude is intended to bridge the gap to the next blockbuster set of police drama stories. Thank you for bearing with me, and I hope you enjoy the stories.- WW.



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Part 1 - The Dinner Party

"This is going to be awkward, you know." Jeanine Olivet said as they drove down the road to one of the nicer homes in the northwest sector of the Town, outside the city limits in one of the best subdivisions.

"I agree." said Todd. "But Eleanor likes you, and wants to see you as part of the family again."

It was Saturday evening. Todd's uncle had just been involved in solving the murder of a University football player, and the team had won their first game of the season 35-0 in an upset and emotional win for their fallen teammate. Todd liked to go to away games, but had not gone to this one, instead bringing the new love of his life to meet his new 'parents'.

And Jeanine was looking smoking hot in her clingy red dress and nude-color strappy high-heel sandals which showed off her legs to magnificent effect. Todd felt the stirring in his loins as he thought about his lover's warm wet mouth and the fantastic blowjobs she delivered.

For her part, Jeanine was admiring her young stud as they drove along. His black hair was styled rather neatly and professionally and he was wearing a button-down blue shirt and black slacks for this dinner occasion. Jeanine felt her loins melting as she saw the bulge in Todd's pants, remembering how deliciously pleasant it felt to be penetrated and stretched by Todd's ten-inch Weapon of Lust. Despite their age differences, Todd's maturity for his age and their intense sexual compatibility made them excellent partners.

"I knew them early on, but I never really was part of that family." Jeanine said. "Tim and I went away before we got married; he even insisted we change our name to my French grandmother's maiden name to keep his father or brother from finding us. My affair with Jack a few months ago was kept well-hidden, and his parents only came here after his death."

"Add to it that my piece-of-crap brother murdered your husband." Todd said. "Eleanor treats me well, very well, but I think there's something behind her eyes, haunting her about all that... by the way, she doesn't hold any of what happened to Tim against you; I'm sure of that."

---

"Michael, I have never seen you so nervous." Eleanor Burke said as she took a plate from her husband as they set the table. Eleanor Burke had a lovely body, especially for her age. Toned by yoga, her legs were firm and shapely, her ass saucy and her hips and torso forming that perfect hourglass shape that her form-fitting navy blue and white dress was deliciously showing off. Her hands and feet were exquisite, and her 'old school' white high heel pumps with the blue cap toes shaped her feet, legs and ass even more wonderfully.

"Are you sure you're okay with all this, dear?" Michael Burke replied as he admired his wife's lovely figure. The normally confident, in-control man had never been faced with a situation that was so much of a soap opera: his newfound 'love child' son Todd was now dating the woman that had been married to his second son... who wasn't really his son... and who had been murdered by Todd's younger brother Ned. In addition, Jeanine was also carrying the baby of Michael's other son, Jack, who had also been murdered in this Town.

Michael was more worried about the stress on his wife Eleanor than his own state of mind. She seemed to take everything well, even Jimmy's sacrificing himself for his wife, but she was obsessed now at finding out what happened to Jack, and who was responsible for the false rape accusation against him.

"Yes, dear." Eleanor replied. "I talked to poor Jeanine at Jimmy's funeral. She's a very sweet lady, and none of what happened was her fault. Isn't it ironic, though... that Todd and Jeanine would find each other. How strange Destiny can be."

"Indeed." said her husband. He did not believe in destiny, karma, nor coincidences, and he had much foreboding about what continued to swirl around him.

---

They were in the den having small talk, which had been a bit awkward. After pouring drinks for everyone, with club soda for the heavily pregnant Jeanine, Michael Burke came to the point.

"Let's not beat around the bush here, folks." he said. "I know that things are awkward after all that has happened over the years, as well as the last few months. But I hope that our new family here can start fresh and that the future will be bright and happy."

"I'll drink to that." Jeanine said, clinking her glass with Mr. Burke's. Everyone else clinked in toast as a lot of the pressure left them, and they drank to a new future.

As they sat and talked about innocuous things, Jeanine noticed Todd admiring Eleanor's shapely legs. The older woman certainly was very attractive, Jeanine thought, knowing that Todd had bedded plenty of middle-aged women in his young lifetime. The thought of Todd fucking Eleanor flashed through the younger woman's mind, and her loins melted at the thoughts of forbidden lust.

The conversation turned to Todd's uncle solving those several crimes that led to the knowledge of Todd's parentage coming out, and what might have happened to Jack in his years since leaving college. As the Burkes filled in Jeanine on what they knew, Todd began to reflect on his new life...

Part 2 - The Beginnings

It was just a few months before, late in the previous Spring and before the Reverend Jonas Oldeeds had made his fatal trip to Town. Todd had been living with his 'new parents', as he called them, getting to know them.

He had found Eleanor Burke to be flirting with him almost since the day he met her. She began wearing tighter and sexier dresses, showing a lot more of her shapely legs and wearing high heels more often, and she spoke to him in a sultry voice, though not overly provocative. And there was no doubt that she was a 'hottie' as far as mature women were concern, in fact she was hot as far as any women were concerned. His huge cock ached with desire to be driven balls-deep into Eleanor's slick cunt. Todd felt sure this woman could handle his size and his raw, male power.

He remembered the day he'd had come into the kitchen as Eleanor was finishing putting away dishes. He came up behind her and slid his hands around her waist, drawing her to him in a warm hug.

"Ewww!" she mewled in surprise as she felt the huge bulge in Todd's groin pushing against her asscrack through his jeans and her dress. Looking to see who it was, she found herself staring straight into Todd's young, lust-filled eyes, and she knew what was about to happen between them... something she had yearned for from the moment she'd met her son Jack's younger half-brother.

"Mmm, Todd!" she said, "I didn't hear you come in." As Todd began kissing her neck from behind, little shocks of lust began spreading through her whole body. Her pussy instantly melted and became sopping wet... a special wetness that she had not felt in many years.

"Dad's not home yet." Todd whispered, his voice husky and raw with sexual desire. "Why don't you and I have a little fun right now?"

"Mmm, ohhhh... what do you have in mind, Todd?" Eleanor asked, her voice teasing but also husky with need.

Todd's hand took Eleanor's face and turned her towards him as she reached up behind her and took his head in her hand. He kissed her mouth, first gently then more deeply and hungrily, pressing his loins into her ass through their clothing even more firmly. As their tongues twined, Eleanor felt Todd's hands lifting her skirt.

"Mmm, you naughty boy." Eleanor whispered. She felt the young stud's strong hands sliding her panties down her legs. A second later they fell to the floor, puddled around her high heel pumps. She stepped out of them as she felt Todd pushing her forward and down.

"Let me show you just how naughty I can get, babe." Todd said as the sounds of his belt being unbuckled and his pants sliding down came to Eleanor's ears. She could not see his loins but felt his huge size as his rock-hard cock slid under her asscheeks and along her labes. Todd began undulating his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth along Eleanor's swollen slit but making no move to enter her yet as he kissed her neck and his hands massaged her breasts through her dress.

Todd was almost overcome with hot, raw desire. He had always enjoyed fucking older women, and Eleanor was an incredibly hot trophy-wife, mature MILF. His cock throbbed, painful with tautness, and he knew he had to get his dick inside her quickly.

"God, you're so fucking hot!" Todd whispered into Eleanor's ear as he grasped the long shaft of his meat and fit the head to her labes. "I'm going to give you what you need, baby... I am really going to give it to you!"

"Oh yes, Todd, do it, give it to me- OH MY GOD!" Eleanor gasped as Todd's large cockhead slid into her tight hole, stretching it. Todd was pushing steadily inward, and despite the slick wetness of her cunt, it resisted the thick tool's powerful invasion but to no avail. Todd withdrew then drove forward again, and Eleanor gasped as the young stud's ten-inch cock filled her completely and bumped against the back wall of her vagina.

"Oh God, that is so fucking hot!" Todd gasped. Eleanor's cunt was warm and so wonderfully wet! he thought, but she was also surprisingly tight. His cock fit like a glove inside her deep sheath.

"Oh God, Todd, oh you're going so fucking deep!" Eleanor gasped as Todd slowly began moving his hips, pumping his meat in and out of her. "Oh yes, fuck me, Todd, fuck me... oh yes... oh yeah..."

The kitchen was filled with the wet slaps of Todd's groin smacking into Eleanor's asscheeks as he picked up the steady rhythm of fucking her hard and deep. Intense pleasure rocketed through both of them as they met their deepest needs and fantasies about each other.

Todd looked over his mother's back, seeing the back of her head, the frosted hair, her lovely shape. His hands moved up to her breasts, clutching at them. He wanted more... he wanted to see Eleanor's face and breasts as he fucked her.

"Ohhh... wha?" Eleanor gasped as Todd slid his meat completely out of her cunt. The emptiness cried out to be filled again, she wanted that young cock back inside her!

"Turn around, baby." Todd said as he pulled his shirt off and his pants down, stripping completely naked. Eleanor complied, realizing what Todd wanted to do with her. She quickly stripped, letting her dress puddle on the floor, then allowing Todd to move her onto the kitchen counter, feeling the cold hardness of it under her ass as she perched herself on the edge. Todd was between her legs, his hands grasping the counter to keep her from slipping.

His mouth met hers in a deep, tongue-twining kiss as she grasped his prick and guided it back to her sweet honey-hole. As the enormous cockhead snuggled into her labes, the young stud pushed forward, and the both groaned as he buried his meat nuts-deep into her sopping wet quim.

As he pumped the older woman relentlessly, Todd enjoyed the sight in front of him. Eleanor's face was lovely, even lovelier as the ecstasy of being deeply fucked became etched upon her features. Her lips were full and inviting, and her breasts bounced gently on her chest, her nipples rock-hard and standing out like spikes.

Todd leaned over and Eleanor's face rose to meet his as their mouths locked into a deep, hungry kiss. They made out as he fucked her steadily, both enjoying the illicit, adulterous sex that they were having with each other. Todd pressed his mouth harder onto Eleanor's as he felt her mouth sucking on his tongue. He was remembering the times he'd fucked Melina on the kitchen counter, and he'd had Jeanine that way too. The pleasures of those memories only added to the intense pleasure he was feeling now fucking this mature hottie, and he began to fuck her relentlessly harder as they continued to deeply kiss.

"Mmm, that's soooo good!" Eleanor gasped when Todd finally broke the kiss and moved his head down. He lashed at her left nipple, circling it with this hard tongue before locking his lips onto her teat and sucking it hard. After a moment his mouth moved to her right breast, sucking that teat the same way. Pleasure was mounting in Eleanor's loins fast, and she knew she'd come soon.

"Oh God, I'm going to come... oh yes, OH YES!" Eleanor cried out as an explosion of pleasure crashed through her. She didn't hear Todd gasp that he was right behind her, but she felt his huge cock pushing hard into her clutching cunt and vibrating inside her... he was coming, shooting his wad, pumping an enormous load of hot semen deep inside her...

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An hour later, they were in her bedroom. Todd was lying on top of Eleanor, his hands under her shoulder blades as he held her, their mouths deeply kissing. He was grinding his huge meat in and out of her, keeping it buried and withdrawing only an inch or two before sinking into her again.

They took their time, making hot, sweaty love, Eleanor enjoying having her mouth penetrated by Todd's tongue almost as much as feeling his big cock penetrate her well-fucked vagina.

"Oh Todd..." Eleanor whispered, "you're every bit as good as Jack was."

"Mmmm, did you fuck your Jack, Eleanor?" Todd asked, his voice husky to add to the raw sensuous nature of their conversation, "Did you fuck your own son?"

"Ohhhh yes, yes I did." Eleanor said. "Jack practically raped me the first time, he just took me, he didn't even ask. Your father got so hot watching that he came in his pants."

"Oh, does Dad like watching you get fucked?" Todd asked.

"Only when it was Jack." Eleanor said. "I didn't cheat on Michael with anyone else. Jimmy... wanted to fuck me, but he wasn't a man like Jack was. And you're... oh that feels so good... you're just like Jack, Todd, maybe even better."

"You liked fucking Jack?" Todd said, getting Eleanor to bring up those old memories, which would enhance the sexual pleasure that he, Todd, was giving her now.

"Oh yessss..." Eleanor moaned. "Jack, there was something about him... women couldn't say 'no', and I couldn't say 'no' to him either. He was demonic in bed, he lived to fuck women... You're not like him that way, Todd... you're one hell of a fuck, but not the demon he was..."

"I'll try to be more demonic." Todd joked as he began plowing Eleanor's furrow harder, driving into her with more raw, male power.

"No... you don't need to do that, you're a man already." Eleanor said. "Jack had a dark side, a side you don't need and should stay away from. Now let's stop talking and start fucking..." Todd suited her request to his deed and began fucking her even harder, bringing her to two hard, crashing orgasms before he finally got his second nut and squirted his second huge load deep inside her...

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Part 3 - The Paper Trail

Dinner was delicious, and Mrs. Burke gave much of the credit to Todd, who said that his Uncle Don had given him some cooking lessons, and that Uncle Don was great with a grill and campfire cooking on camping trips.

Jeanine had permitted herself one glass of wine with the meal, and it was very good wine. She told everyone that after her baby was born, she'd host a family party if the Burkes promised to bring a bottle of that particular vintage.

"I always wanted to become a lawyer." Jeanine said in reply to her mother's question. "For the first few years of Tim starting his company I was busy helping him, but once it was established I had more free time. And with a University Law School right here in Town, I applied and got in. I met Virginia and Tina at various functions, and we formed the partnership, and it's been great so far."

"I have to ask," said Michael Burke, "why you chose to break up Jimmy's company rather than sell it whole. I certainly would've bought it, and others wanted to, as well."

"It worked out better that way for the charitable trusts we'd set up." Jeanine answered, politely avoiding parts of her real reasons: she didn't want Tim's estranged father to have any part of Tim's business, knowing he'd have never wanted nor allowed that. "It was strange, though, how many different companies and people were interested. It was as if Tim had some big secret that everyone wanted to get, but I don't think there really was anything there."

"Someone knew something." Todd said, no one paying particular notice of his knowledge and interest in the situation. "Maybe there was a spy within the plant, but word got out that he had some secret process for something."

"Did the police find anything in the papers when Jimmy was killed?" asked Michael Burke, not only giving away his desire to learn more, but being a bit insensitive in asking so abruptly and directly.

"Not that I know of." said Jeanine, not telling how Todd's uncle had acquired all of the papers and was still examining them...

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"Good grief, this is like looking for a needle in a haystack." I said, rubbing my eyes. It was nearly midnight in mid-August, just days after acquiring the tremendous amounts of data from Tim Olivet's company. Everything from production orders to sales to paychecks issued by a third-party vendor were included, and I was using every moment of spare time to try and find something, anything, that pointed to the secret that was causing everyone to want to buy the late owner's company. I feared that Olivet's secret might have gone to his grave with him.

I was in my old I.T. office downstairs in the secure 'dungeon'. Myron Milton was using it more and more frequently, and I was working hard on getting him more seniority, but that was now shaping into a new 'political' battle that would affect all of I.T., so I left it sleeping for now.

So I was surprised to see our new Detective, Angela Harlan, coming into the I.T. room and to the office door. I bade her to enter when she knocked.

"Hi sir." she said. "I heard you were down here, so I thought I was come see if I could help."

"Stop calling me 'sir', Angela." I said, "at least when we're officially off duty like we are now."

"Sorry, sir- er, Don. Heck, I can't help it." Angela said. "I know you're young for a Lieutenant, but it's still a high-level rank where I come from."

"Yes, you're right. It's hard for me to get used to. Sometimes I prefer the days of being just one of the guys." I said. "So how are you liking your new job here?"

"It's good." Angela said. "I'm looking for stuff to do, though, and I've been familiarizing myself with the cases regarding your sister and nephew, especially him. Can I ask you some questions?"

"Sure." I said, "What about him are you trying to figure out?"

"Where he is now." Harlan replied. "He's hiding himself very well."

"Yes... very good that you're thinking of that." I said. "I've racked my brains out trying to figure it out. What are you guessing?"




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"He may be laying low somewhere in the City." Angela replied. "He has to have access to food, so maybe someone is bringing him groceries, or he's ordering a hell of a lot of pizza and Chinese takeout." I smiled at her semi-joke as she continued "But from what I'm thinking about his psychology, he's not the type to be dependent on anyone else for very long, and with the Federal Government offering rewards for his arrest, he would likely be betrayed pretty quickly."

"You're right," I said, "and I'll add these things: Ned has to have access to money, which he can do to some extent through internet access. But he's either he's working through previous stashes, or he'll be running out of money soon if he's not able to get around and get paid for drugs or jobs such as raping reporters and whatnot. And he needs communications access, be it the internet and emails, or cellphones."

I continued "He also has to have access to travel. If he's in the City, he has to have some way of getting here, as he keeps showing up around here from time to time. Too much travel and he could easily get caught in a traffic stop or DUI checkpoint, and he certainly can't fly unless he has some tremendous fake IDs. So overall he has to stay well hidden but be able to move around, have access to food and shelter, yet stay completely hidden in this increasingly open, camera-observed, cellphone- and RFID-chip-tracing world."

"The one thing I thought of," Angela said, "is that he's like a secret agent in another country and they've found him out and are looking for him, but he has no way of being extracted. And to that extent he must have safehouses. Perhaps some gangbangers are helping him in exchange for drug manufacturing?"

"That's a good analogy," I said, "except that Ned is moving around, and very effectively, I might add. And you're right, he probably has people helping him... but I'd guess that either they don't know who he is, or he's paying them well to keep their mouths shut. I think it's likely the former, as your idea of betraying him for reward money would be very tempting... and he knows that. So... where would you hide if you were Ned, Angela?"

"In the basement of the Police Station." Angela joked, grinning. "Who knows what Allgood has hiding in Internal Affairs right under your nose."

"You've got a good point there, but I didn't quite catch how you think he has mobility from here." I replied, smiling at the joke.

I continued: "I'll say this much: I did think that he might have been hiding at University Hospital. He was able to escape there twice, he knew some people in there, it'd be a great place to get some of the raw materials he needed for his drug synthesis as well as obtaining syringes and the like. I checked it out, and I have friends there not to mention my own wife on Staff there, so I know he's not there. But something like that is indeed a good thought."

"So is that what you're working on now?" Angela asked.

"No." I replied. "And what I'm working on here may not even involve breaking of the law, which is why I'm working on it in off duty time. Did you read up on our recent case of Ned murdering Mr. Tim Olivet?"

"Yeah, that was so sad for his poor wife." Angela said.

"Yes." I replied. "Several of our recent cases have coalesced around Mr. Olivet's company, and some secret that he apparently died with that made several other companies want to buy his company from his wife. She sold it in bits and pieces, but I'm just trying to find out what the secret was that had everyone so interested. Seems I'm the only person in this County that doesn't know."

"If no crime was committed, how did you get the warrant for that information?"

"We did have a warrant for a lot of when when he died, and Mrs. Olivet was kind enough to give her consent for us to look at all of it." I said.

"So, what's it all about? Maybe I can help." Angela said, her voice hopeful at having something to do.

Uh oh, I thought to myself, this is not stuff I want others to know about, not even my own detectives. Fortunately, I was saved as Cindy Ross came to the door.

"Lieutenant, can I borrow your protege here? We're going to assist Vice on a stakeout." Cindy said. My stare of skepticism gave away my unspoken question of why two MCD Detectives were doing Vice stakeouts. Cross-training was one thing, but if Malone was trying to stick my people on drudgery like stakeouts, which junior officers should be doing, then there would be a problem.

"Strictly observation and training for Detective Harlan." Cindy said. "Part of our cross-over training, also. We expect no arrests nor action, just some intel-gathering."

"Okay, fine." I said, looking back at my computer screen. "Let me know what information you get. And don't let Malone trap you into stakeouts for any length of time."

"We won't." Cindy replied as the women left. Two hours after they'd gone, I found myself staring almost blindly at a payment for 'services rendered' on the computer screen... then it hit me... there were several of these to "Olivet"... why is he paying himself? I asked.

Then I realized... that the name wasn't 'Olivet'. It was a different spelling, but similar. I began to look at the pay stubs for that person. It was not an employee but a contractor, and not from the regular company records, but apparently from Tim Olivet personally. I searched but could find no other mentions of that person's name in any of the records and information I possessed.

But the name was familiar, and I began putting together some pieces as I made a note to go visit that person, and very soon...

Part 4 - Searching For Answers

"Todd? Still with us?" Eleanor Burke said. They were finishing up dinner and Todd had gone into a 'reverie'... something he might have inherited from his uncle and maternal grandmother as wheels of thought turned within his head.

"Yes, Mom, still here." Todd said. He often called Eleanor 'Mom', although Elizabeth was very much his real mother to him.

Todd continued "I was just thinking of that secret Tim might have had. Jeanine, you never had any idea at all what it was?"

"See, even my boyfriend is caught up in the secret." Jeanine said jokingly. "But no, and I'm not even sure there was a secret at all. Tim never mentioned anything, and we did talk about his work from time to time. There were no new patent applications, and the current ones had been known about for several years. The research staff said there was nothing particularly new or exciting that they were working on, though I have to admit I didn't talk to every single one of them."

"I know you sold the company, but if there is anything you'd like me or my research people to look at, we might be able to help." Michael Burke said.

"Yes, most of it is sold off, and I appreciate the offer but it won't be necessary." Jeanine said. "Tim's research staff told me what they knew, and there was nothing new that they were aware of. Todd's uncle was a chemistry major in college, and he said that the papers he looked over when Tim was killed showed nothing of significance, either. To be honest, I'm over and past all of that: the company is sold, and I'm just looking forward to my legal career and Todd's future."

"I hope that future will be with my company." Michael Burke said. "And it might well be his one day in the future."

"There are some aspects of the company that I like." Todd said. "The sales aspect and traveling for that might be fun. I'll leave the number-crunching to the CPAs and lawyers like Jeanine here." His grin gave away that he was teasing Jeanine, and her grin back showed her understanding of it. What she was not understanding was why Todd was interested in the travel aspects of the job...

---

As Todd and Eleanor cleaned the dishes, he was recounting to Eleanor how he'd been introduced to Jeanine and how they'd hit it off from the first moment. Eleanor was happy to hear that; Todd had taken losing that woman Melina very hard, and Eleanor thought Jeanine would be a much better woman for her stepson.

"Jeanine has always been a fit for this family." Eleanor said. "I was hoping Jack would take her away from Jimmy and Jack would marry her. But Jack didn't settle down, and Jeanine went away with Jimmy. He didn't want any part of us... I think Jimmy knew that we thought Jack was the better man all the way around."

"Well, Mom," Todd said, "I think it worked out. Especially since I got into your pants."

"Mmmm, you got that right." Eleanor said. Both of them began thinking of the past few months...

About two weeks after their first passionate coupling, Todd was on top of Eleanor on his bed in his bedroom. They were making love, and Eleanor was especially hot, squirming her saucy ass underneath him. At one point their gasps and the smacks of their lovemaking subsided... and Todd heard another noise.

Looking over his shoulder, he got a huge surprise: his father Michael was sitting in the chair in the corner of the room, naked. Michael was stroking his cock, a slender but large nine inch prick that was standing out hard as a spike. Michael's face was red and he was barely breathing as he watched the intense, adulterous copulation on the bed.

"Hi Dad." Todd said, not letting his surprise show, and taking command of the situation. "Like watching me fuck your wife?"

"Yeah... yes, son, fuck her. I want to... keep watching... Fuck her, Todd, give it to her!" Michael Burke said. He was a handsome man with white hair, his body still slender, fit, very much in shape. Despite some heart problems, he loved playing tennis. Todd could see where he'd inherited his penis size from: Michael Burke's cock was not as large as Todd's, and Jack's had been bigger also, but it was still a very impressive nine-inch length.

Todd began fucking Eleanor even harder. "Come on, Todd, show my husband how a real man fucks me! Show him what real fucking is all about!" Her words were derisive and Todd instantly deduced that the man he'd watched in business be dominant and strong was in fact a submissive to his wife at home. Todd groaned as he plowed Eleanor harder, the pleasure of the sex mingling with the rush in his mind that he was going to take advantage of this situation... even as he fucked the lovely mature woman beneath him, his mind was already planning on how to dominate both of them.

But it was going to be a challenge... the excitement of fucking his father's wife in front of his father was more intense than Todd realized, and he soon felt his nut rising uncontrollably... he was about to come! He didn't try to stop it but just let it happen, groaning as he felt his semen blast into Eleanor's well-fucked, sopping cunt. His load was huge and messy, and it took a full minute before he finally finished his release.




"Todd, go get us a drink." Eleanor said. "I'll have some vermouth, make something for yourself." Todd felt Eleanor's will, and realized she was trying to dominate him as she did her husband.

"What about Dad?" he said as he disengaged.

"He's going to have a different drink. Now go." Eleanor said. Todd understood and left the room; he had no desire to watch what his stepmother was going to make her husband do, that she was going to have Michael orally clean up her semen-filled pussy, and that it was something Michael loved doing. Todd thought such a thing was sickening, even his Uncle Don, who enjoyed watching, didn't stoop to that level.

Todd was glad to be out of the room. He wondered if Eleanor had been truthful when she told him Jack was the only man with whom Eleanor had cheated. Certainly the husband and wife had an understanding that he was just beginning to learn...

---

As Todd and Eleanor finished the dishes in the kitchen, Jeanine was left alone with Michael Burke. Jeanine wasn't afraid of him, but Tim's dislike and fear of him had worn off on her over time, and she was wary. Todd had told her about Michael Burke's submissiveness in the bedroom, which she could scarcely believe at this moment as she felt Michael's strength and power.

"I have to say, Jeanine," Michael Burke started as he sat down in a chair opposite of her on the sofa, "that while I know it's very awkward, I'm glad you're here with us, and I hope that you'll let Eleanor and I become part of your family again if your relationship with Todd goes where I think it will."

"That's very kind of you, Mr. Burke." Jeanine said.

"Please, call me Michael." Burke said. Then after a pause, as if he was considering something, he asked "What do you know about our son Jack, beyond your own relationship with him?"

"To be honest, nothing." Jeanine said. "My few contacts with Jack were purely sexual. We never talked about him or anything to do with your family."

"I understand." said Michael. "The reason I ask... you probably don't know that when Jack was at college, in fact he was near graduation... well, he was accused of rape by a woman there."

"Todd mentioned that, but he doesn't know anything about it either." Jeanine replied.

"The charges were dropped," said Burke, "but Jack was hounded out of school by one of the professors there. His leaving college and disappearing devastated Eleanor and myself, but especially Eleanor."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Jeanine said politely, wondering what the point was that Mr. Burke was attempting to make. "Didn't Jack visit you a few times, didn't he say anything to you at all?"

"He visited us three times after dropping out of school, never staying more than an afternoon. He never would say what happened nor what he was doing with his life." Burke said. "The... stress on Eleanor has been tremendous. She was so happy and relieved, as I was, when we heard that you were pregnant with Jack's child, which solved one of her great fears in the latter years of our lives."

After another pause, in which Jeanine did not help Michael Burke to bridge, he said "After Jack was killed, I spoke with Todd's uncle, that Detective they promoted early to Lieutenant. I told him about the woman, whose name was Ivy, that had falsely accused my son of rape. I was hoping the Detective would purse that line, but he never did. Can't say I blame him, as he's been an extremely busy man the last few months."

"Yes, he has." Jeanine said.

"What I'm getting to, I guess," said Burke, "is that for Eleanor's sake I'd like to find that woman Ivy and find out why she accused my son, and who was really behind his persecution. You're a lawyer, and a rapidly rising one in this Town. You'll hear things and maybe even get to look into things. I'd be more than a little bit grateful if you find out anything about Ivy and who was behind her, and if you let me know what you find."

"I think you overestimate my circle of influence." Jeanine said. "However, if I do hear anything, I'll be sure to let you know." Her face did not betray that she had no intentions of telling this man any such thing: if this man's son Tim had been so scared of him that he had worked his entire life to hide from his father, there was no telling what this woman Ivy's fate would be if Michael Burke found her.

And, of course, Jeanine simply wasn't interested in what had happened to Jack Burke in college.

"Thank you, dear- why there you are, Eleanor!" he said as his wife and son came back into the room with a chocolate cake. "My, this looks delicious!"

---

I arrived home after my marathon data session, warming a bottle up and taking it upstairs. It was just past 2:00am as I undressed. Just then my two-week-old daughter Carole began to wake up and fidget, still learning how to move her arms and legs.

"Hi there, Fussbudget." I said quietly to Carole as I picked her up out of her crib and sat down with her. She began her 'hungry' cry, but before she could get really loud I had the bottle ready to go and put the nipple into her mouth.

"Mmm, what time is it?" Laura asked sleepily as she awakened.

"Two o'clock." I said. "Go back to sleep. I'm feeding Carole."

"Make sure to change her diaper..." Laura mumbled as she fell back to sleep. She needed some rest and I was happy to take care of the baby and let mom get some sleep.

As I fed Carole, I thought in my mind about the secret Tim Olivet had died with... and possibly for. I was realizing that it wasn't a chemical process or a drug process that everyone was after, though they may have thought it was. Certainly Ned, a master drug synthesizer even for his young age, did not need to make an elaborate plan to get the secret from Olivet... he could've taken one look at any papers and then made the drugs himself.

And Olivet's specialty had not been drugs or anything beyond base chemicals... in fact, chemicals used in his metallurgical processes. And that is where the secret had to be, I thought as I looked into my daughter's eyes, seeing her look up at me while continuing her feast of warm milk.

Several minutes later, after the requisite burping and diaper change, I put Carole back into her crib and lay down on the bed next to Laura, my mind still at work. Now what metals secret could Olivet and a contractor working for him have found? Hmm, Olivet did do some metals sales to semiconductor companies... could it be some sort of new etching process... perhaps very tiny nano-etching... oh, that has to be it! They found a new nanotechnology process!

No wonder everyone from Ned to Anthony Warner to Thaddeus Ward to the CIA to the Red Chinese to Henry R. Wargrave was interested! A new nanotechnology or nano-etching process that solved some current problems would be worth billions!

I fell asleep, washing my mind of all of that for the next few hours. I would have to prove my thesis... and I thought I knew exactly where to look.

Part 5 - Ghost of Burkes Past

"Oh God, oh yes, OH YES!!" Jeanine cried out. She was riding Todd, impaling her burning hot cunt onto her young lover's huge, hard male meat, deliberately allowing herself to be noisy so that the Burkes could hear them making love. It was late, and Todd and Jeanine were staying at the Burke's home in the luxurious guest bedroom.

"Yeah, Beautiful, ride that meat! Ride me hard!" Todd said loudly. It was a vision of loveliness above him. Jeanine's face was beautiful, framed by her long black hair. Her breasts were very large, ready for motherhood. Even the swell of her belly with his late brother's child was exciting to Todd as he felt Jeanine grind her pussy hard on his meat.

Jeanine climaxed hard and nearly collapsed. Todd eased her over onto the bed. She lay sideways as he sat on his knees and mounted her, fucking her 'sideways'. Jeanine moaned and groaned as Todd relentlessly pumped her, just relaxing and enjoying being fucked by this young man who was every bit as good as Jack was, something she never thought she'd find. Like brother like brother, she thought to herself.

Todd did not come, and after a few minutes he simply stopped and withdrew his cock. Jeanine dreamily asked him to lie down and cuddle with her, and they began sharing warm kisses as they lay side-by-side.

"Honey, what do you know of Jack's past?" Jeanine asked Todd as they cuddled.

"Nothing, really." Todd said quietly. "I'd heard of him because he was a legend in the S-E-X Fraternity and it's Ten-Inch-Team that I told you about, but beyond that, nothing. Melina said that something happened to him in school, that he was accused of rape while she was dating him. The charges were dropped, but Jack disappeared.

"Your parents are very interested in what happened." Jeanine said. "Both of them mentioned that to me, and mentioned a girl named Ivy. They want to find her really bad."

"Yeah I know, they've told me in the past. Uncle Don said Mr. Burke mentioned it to him, but Uncle Don has no interest at all in helping to find the woman. Can't say I blame him: without her, Uncle Don would've lost Melina and that would've changed all our lives."




Interlude Ch. 10



"What about you?" Jeanine asked.

"No, I'm not really interested in finding some girl whose accusation might have been accurate." Todd said. "Jack was a legend in bed, and I'm proud to be his brother in that capacity, but I'm hearing that he wasn't a very good man overall."

"So you think he really raped that girl?" Jeanine asked.

"Maybe." Todd said. "Somebody might have paid her off to drop the case, then had Jack disappear. Or it could really have been a set-up, like Michael and Eleanor think."

"So why would he never come back? Why would he hide?" Jeanine asked. "Why did he become a drifter for nearly a decade?"

"I don't know." Todd said. "And I don't care. It's you and me, and you're in my arms now, baby, and that's all that matters." He eased up and turned her onto her back so that he could mount her and sink his huge cock into her again.

"Mmmm," the lovely woman moaned. "I can't fight such a... persuasive argument as that... ohhhhh, oh yeah that feels so good!" she moaned as Todd entered her and sank balls-deep into her, again sitting on his knees to keep the pressure off the baby. Her gorgeous legs were pressed against his chest, her shapely feet resting on his shoulders. Todd knew he'd be licking and sucking those feet as he approached his climax. It was heaven to him. Life was good.

---

"Mmmm, that's good Michael. Keep eating my pussy just like that!" Eleanor Burke quietly moaned. She was lying naked on her bed with her husband between her legs, face-deep in her sopping wet cunt.

"Yes, Eleanor." Michael said as he tongued her slit.

"You bastard!" Eleanor said. Grabbing him by the hair she pulled his head up and slapped him in the face. Hard.

"You know what your position is when our clothes are off." Eleanor hissed. "And even if your son and our daughter are in the guest room fucking their brains out, you know what is expected of you!"

"Yes, Madame, I'm sorry." Michael said as Eleanor shoved his face back into her pussy.

"Did you speak to her about that bitch woman Ivy like I told you to?" Eleanor asked harshly.

"Yes ma'am." her husband replied.

"Good." Eleanor said. "Maybe Jeanine will be able to get some answers for us. Certainly Todd's uncle hasn't been worth shit to us."

"Maybe-" Michael started to say.

"Shut the fuck up and get your face in there and start eating my pussy." Eleanor commanded, pulling her husband's head hard into her quim and grinding her pudenda into his face with gusto. "Come on, you wimp. Eat my pussy like you've got a pair!"...

Part 6 - A (N)arrow Flight Away

A few nights after discovering the information in the Olivet data, I was able to pursue my theory of Tim Olivet's secret.

The Armory and Range are in the basement, to the front left whereas I.T. is in back left. The 100-meter course stretches below the secure parking lot above, and there were 8 lanes. At the far end, to the left of the gun range, is an archery range that goes 50 meters downrange. Heavy bulletproof glass provided a safe wall between the archery range and the gun range, and there were several target blocks inside for an archer to shoot at while inside.

It was in the archery range at 11:00pm that I found our young new Police Scientist, Barry Oliver. Just out of graduate school, he'd been a gem of a find by Tanya Perlman a couple of months before, though I knew he'd approached her with a strong desire to work for the Police.

Barry was shooting arrows with unbelievable ease, precision and accuracy. He was not a large man, just under six feet in height and slender. Compound bows take some strength to operate, and while Barry looked like he didn't have it, my observations of his shooting showed that he did.

"Lieutenant!" he said, practically coming to attention as I entered the range.

"At ease." I said instinctively, then added "Keep going. Don't let me interrupt you."

Barry shot off three arrows in quick succession with unbelievable speed, each hitting the center of the target thirty yards away in the bullseye and a tight group. I had rarely seen such good shooting.

"Great shooting." I said as Barry retrieved the ten arrows he'd sent downrange.

"Thanks." he said.

"Mind if I try a shot?" I asked. Barry handed me the compound bow and an arrow. As I pulled back I was amazed at how heavy the pull was; it took quite some strength. Barry's strength has fooled me, I thought as I let the arrow fly. I hit the target block 30 yards away, though not dead center.

"Not bad." Barry said.

"How long have you been shooting?" I asked.

"Years." Barry said. "My dad and I go bowhunting every year, and we've been doing that since I was 12 years old."

"You're damn good." I said. "That setting gives the arrow a lot of power, but it was hard to pull back. No way I could do that three-shot volley like you did so accurately."

"Yes sir, I've gotten pretty good with it over time," Barry said honestly, "but it doesn't get me a badge. I get to qualify on the gun range after I attend the Police Academy this fall."

"Oh, you haven't done that already?" I asked, knowing that he hadn't.

"No sir." he said. "I'm officially a Consultant now, working in the Lab."

"Speaking of your office in the Lab, let's go there now." I said. "No, you're not in any trouble; I just want to talk to you where it's reasonably safe and quiet."

--

I used the device I'd purloined from the late Rev. Jonas Oldeeds's security officer to check for bugs around Barry's desk, which was in the Crime Lab building on the other side of the secure parking lot. There were no bugs. I had Barry sit down at his desk and brought up a chair next to it.

"Barry," I said, "I need to talk to you about something important, but something that you and I need to keep in total secrecy, just between you, me, and the test tubes here."

"Yes sir." Barry said.

"Barry, did you work for Tim Olivet before he died?" I asked, scrutinizing his face. His eyes lit up, first with surprise, then fear, then resignation.

"I guess you know that I did." Barry said. "What do you know?"

I said "I know that a lot of people tried to buy the man's company because they thought some new secret process would be part of the deal. Something new that they believed Olivet had invented or discovered. Something so great that everyone from the Federal Government to foreign spies to criminal organizations wanted to get a hold of it."

I continued "I also believe that they're not sure exactly what it was. They also haven't realized that Olivet was working with someone else, a contract researcher. I believe the researcher took every scrap of paper on a project, a nanotechnology project, after Olivet was murdered, and that this researcher has hidden the papers well."

"And," I finished, "I believe that you are that researcher, Barry."

Barry didn't answer for a few moments. His face was a mask of worry.

"Barry," I asked, "I'm on your side. But I need to know: has the CIA tried to recruit you at any time in the past?"

"Yes sir." Barry said. "Relentlessly. When I was in college and began showing promise in chemical and metallurgical research, they came around and offered me a job working for them while I finished my degree. Even offered to pay for the rest of my schooling. I told them that I did not want any part of the CIA, ever. I guess I'm one of those anti-Government types, at least on the Federal level."

I nodded as Barry continued, "I told them not only 'no' but 'hell no!', but they wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. They hounded me for two years. I began concentrating in police science, as I was interested in that, and they still bothered me. I actually went to Court where I lived and asked for a restraining order against them. The judge wouldn't issue one but they finally left me alone."

"I came here, hoping I was throwing them off the trail by leaving no forwarding addresses. I don't use credit cards and I'm almost completely off the grid." Barry continued. "I began working for Tim Olivet and we agreed that he would pay me from a dummy corporation so that no one would immediately find me."

"Unfortunately," Barry said, "it didn't work. A CIA guy, a young guy, college student around here, contacted me one day when I was having lunch on the Town Square. He said that the CIA was still interested in having me work with them. I told him to go to hell and leave me alone, that I would commit suicide before agreeing to work for the CIA. He seemed to get the message and left."

"Did he know, or seem to know, that you were working with Olivet?"

"No, he didn't say anything about that; in fact, he said that there were some chemistry research projects at this University that I could work on. I already know about two of them, one under the Pharmacy Building and another under the Biology Building. The pharmacy one is okay, your wi-" Barry stopped.

"My wife is overseeing that one." I said, finishing the sentence for him. "And the one under the Biology Building is of a nature that no sane or decent person should ever be working on. My wife won't have anything to do with that one, and I may just move in and shut it down one of these days."

"Yes sir, it seems you know everything about that." Barry said. "But you don't seem to be working with them talking to me now."

"I'm not." I said. "And Barry, the CIA tried to recruit me when I was in college and when I was in the Army, and they tried to get me to sell security products to them before I moved here and became a policeman. I told them 'hell no!' too... and in much stronger language."

Barry grinned as I asked "And you were working on nanotechnology when Olivet died? You took the papers and hid them?"

"Yes sir." Barry said. "But I won't say where, not even to you, Lieutenant."

"If I gave you my word that I won't tell anyone, not even my wife, and that the papers are yours and safe with you," I said, "would you at least satisfy my need to understand it? Tim Olivet died over it and you're in danger, Barry. If I found you, eventually the dogs of the CIA or someone else much worse might find you. Certainly I'm going to expedite your entry into the Police Academy and get you gun-qualified so that you can shoot the bastards if they come after you, and your arrows are better than a crowbar, as well. But I need you to trust me, also."

Barry considered my words, then said "Okay, come over here." He led me to a shelf that was next to the wall, open to both sides, with boxes of glassware on the shelves. "This shelf slides into the wall to give extra room if needed. These screws down here and up there..." he pointed at some screws near the very top and bottom of the shelving... "keep the shelf from sliding all the way out."

"But if you take out those screws," he said, suiting his action to the words, "then it comes out about a foot farther, and Voila!." Several holders were screwed into the shelf, and in those holders were file folders filled with sheafs of papers.

"All the research notes I had are in here." Barry said. "We found a process to etch a metal board at virtually the atomic level, and do it with precision, accuracy and consistency. Semiconductors could be etched at a level almost undreamed of now. Supercomputing would ramp up to incredible levels, new technologies from micro-cameras to surgical tools to, unfortunately, weapons would be possible. I've still got work to do on it, but with all the heat on the company after Tim died, I'm going to lay low and keep it hidden for a while, then come out with it when I can safely do so."

"Good idea." I said. "Go ahead and fix the shelf back. It's a good hiding place. I certainly won't say a word about it unless you ask me to. In the meantime, you're right to be very careful. I want you to tell me if anyone contacts you about this. If someone contacts you about anything out of the ordinary, please let me know. I also want you to take precautions: if someone tries to kidnap you, try to find a way to let us trace you."

"So how did you find me, Lieutenant?" Barry asked.

"Detective work." I said. "I think the only reason you haven't been found is because your pay stubs have 'Oliver' on them, and everyone else misread them as 'Olivet', as I originally did. All that paperwork is now in the hands of the new owners of Olivet's company, Acme. And the man behind them is exceptionally dangerous. Be careful and always be on your guard, Barry. Try not to be anywhere alone, if you can help it."

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir." Barry said, and as I turned to go, he called out "Lieutenant, there is one thing I need to tell you."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Tim Olivet was a good man. He was a friend to me, and he was a decent person that didn't like the Government any more than I do, and apparently as you don't. One reason I took this job here with the police was to find the bastard that killed him. I know he's your nephew, but if I find him before you do, you're only going to find his dead body. You can fire me for saying that, but that's my intent."

I just nodded. "If you do find him before I do and he comes over confirmed dead... you'll have nothing but my total gratitude for it... and I'll even make damn sure you get a medal." Leaving Barry behind, I walked out of the building.

Part 7 - Shovel-Ready: Digging For Information

"I don't know what's going on, but I thought I'd better tell you." Jeanine Olivet Burke said to me.

We were in the basement room of my mom's house, the "Mountain Nest." It was mid-September, during a lull between cases. Todd, Laura and my mother were outside on the patio with Carole, enjoying the afternoon sun.

Jeanine and Todd had just married. It was a small ceremony, attended mostly by family and Jeanine's legal partners. I was a bit surprised by the speed in which Todd had decided to marry Jeanine, but I wasn't complaining: they were well-matched. I think my mother was a bit miffed that they didn't have a bigger wedding, but grandmothers are like that.

"So what happened?" I asked.

"I got this call from Mr. Coleman, of the Lowe, Ball & Lynch Law Firm." Jeanine started.

"Business attorneys, if memory serves me correctly." I said.

"And it always does." Jeanine replied. "Mr. Coleman is the firm's 'worm', the guy who annoys and irritates people, getting under their skin until they give up the information he wants. He called me a couple of days ago on behalf of Acme Consolidated. He asked if we'd turned all the papers of the company over to Acme."

"I replied that we had given them everything they were entitled to, but of course the papers related to patents licensed by other companies wouldn't be shared with them. Mr. Coleman said he wasn't talking about that, but that he was looking for the basic papers of the company, such as personnel records and pay stubs."

"Ahhh, interesting." I said. "Did you send him everything?"

"As far as I know." Jeanine said. "Payroll was outsourced to ADP, of course. But here's the rest of the story: when I told him that, he got testy with me. He said that he believed that Acme had not been given all of the paperwork to which they were entitled, and that some of the pay records appeared to be missing. I put Tina Felton on the line at that time, and she told him in no uncertain terms that he'd gotten everything he was supposed to get, and that the records had been meticulously organized and grouped, so payroll was all in one batch."

"By the way," Jeanine continued, "apparently when you police copied the records, your guys organized them. They were a big mess before."

"Yes, I think some of my guys are too efficient by half." I said. "What about contract workers, 1099 workers and such?" I asked. "Did Tim have any other corporations from which he might have paid contractors?" I knew the answer but was asking just to see what Jeanine knew.

"I'm not sure." said Jeanine. "I don't think Tim was trying to hide anything from me, but he might have set up a dummy corp for research work, to keep what he was doing secret. If he did, he didn't siphon off much money to them. Do you have any ideas about any of it?"

"Oh yes." I replied. "They're looking for someone. They think your husband had separately and secretly employed someone doing research for him, and are looking for pay records. So the worm met his match with you and Tina, eh?"

"It got pretty ugly for a few moments, there." Jeanine said. "The guy was threatening to sue us, and Tina told him to bring it on and get ready for one hell of a counter-suit. After that the guy eased up a bit. Tina said she thought she heard someone in the background telling the guy to back off."

"Ah, so someone is pulling the guy's string." I said. "Thanks for telling me this, Jeanine."

"So, did you ever find out anything at all?" Jeanine said, peering at me.

"As long as I don't tell you, you have 'plausible deniability'." I said, half joking. Jeanine didn't appear to be amused, so I continued, "If they haven't found anything from the records by now, I doubt they're going to. They obviously haven't found anything because they're calling you in the belief there is more data. That actually speaks of desperation on their part."

"I agree... but that did not answer my question." Jeanine said. "You don't have to tell me if you think it's important not to, but I would like to know at some point in time. I want to know why I had to bury my first husband."

"I hear you." I said. "And I'll tell you in due time. I do think the situation is still fluid and potentially dangerous, so what you don't know may keep you... and your upcoming baby... safe."

Just then the others came back inside. Todd asked Jeanine "Did you tell him about Ivy?"

"Not yet." Jeanine said. "Don, that's the other thing I wanted to ask you about. Todd's parents, the Burkes, have asked us both about some girl Jack knew in college, named 'Ivy'. They believe she framed Jack for rape."

I made a studied effort not to react nor to look at Laura, though I could feel that both she and my mother were listening intently.

"Yes, Mr. Burke spoke to me about that." I said. "It was months ago, when he first moved to this Town."

"Uncle Don," said Todd, "we're wondering what to do or say about it. I really don't care about what happened in your college days, but they're pretty intent on finding out about this woman, and they think you might know something or be able to help them find this woman."

"I have less than zero interest in finding that woman, nor helping your parents find her." I said. "In fact, I don't want to have to investigate any more murders than I need to, and if they found her, I might end up being... 'professionally' involved."

"They say they just want to find out the truth of what happened with Jack." Jeanine said.

"Tell me, both of you." I said. "What do you think their reaction would be if they found her? Do you think they really just want to talk to her? Just find out what happened, when they openly have said they think she set their son up?"

"He's got a point there, babe." Todd said to his new wife. Jeanine was more skeptical.

---

It was late that night, and the air was getting cold as I stood on the deck of The Cabin. Cold, just the way I liked it. Laura, not so much, but I heard her come outside.

"Carole's asleep." she said.

"Good." I said, my mind adrift.

"Penny for your thoughts." Laura said, coming up next to me and putting her arm around my waist, a gesture I reciprocated.

"Oh, just looking at this beautiful view... and the view of the Town, too." I said, complimenting my lovely wife.

"Mm-hmm." Laura said. "You've been pretty quiet since we got home. Something you and Jeanine talked about while we were out on the patio?"




"No," I said, "it's more about what they said about the Burkes still looking for that girl Ivy. That was a long time in the past, but I'm concerned about their zeal to find her. I'm hoping I don't have to do anything about it." I then looked directly at Laura. "I'm sure you agree."




Interlude Ch. 10



"One hundred percent." Laura said. "But you have plenty else to worry about around here. I wouldn't worry about any of that if I were you. I'm sure that if they haven't found that girl by now, they never will."

"I hope you're right." I said. "I hope you're right."

---

A few days later, Laura and I were invited to University President Wellman's home for a reception for the University Hospital's medical staff, of which my lovely wife was a member. I remembered some of the doctors from my stay at University Hospital months before after the ordeal Ned put me through at the Ward Harvester plant. Cpt. Britt Maxwell was also there, and I talked with her for awhile.

I remembered Dr. Richard Searles from his consultation with us in the Jefferson Jackson murder case. He introduced us to his wife Gloria, who had a private practice in the wealthiest part of the County, just northeast of Town.

Gloria was a stunningly beautiful woman. She was fairly short, her black hair cut very short, which suited her very well. Her face was simply drop-dead gorgeous, with sensuous eyes, a small but sexy mouth. Her body was slender and perfectly proportioned, her breasts relatively large and her ass scrumptious. But it was her legs that captivated me: they were perfect, shapely and sexy, and her feet looked luscious in the high heel pumps she was wearing.

Unfortunately, Dr. Gloria Searles was very religious and didn't seem to think much of Laura nor what my wife was a professor of at the University. I saw that she was conversing with people like Pastor Westboro and Kelly Carnes, both deeply religious Puritans as well. I didn't get to talk to Gloria too much, unfortunately.

But I did have a conversation with someone else, a conversation I was not seeking. As people were talking on the back lawn of President's home, Henry R. Wargrave and his wife approached Laura and myself. After the merest attention to the necessary niceties, Wargrave asked me if he could speak with me for a moment, and his wife was a little too quick to draw Laura away from me.

"Come this way." Wargrave said. About halfway down the grass alley between the President's Home and the guesthouse at the very end of the yard, there was a gate cut into the hedge on the left side. Wargrave led me through that gate and down a path towards the river. The sun was just setting but there was still some light.

There was a sundial at the end of the path, which was perched on a rise that sloped down from that point towards the river. As I looked over the pretty scene, I could see at the river's edge in the distance a burly man, who had a heavy beard under his fishing hat, casting a fishing line into the water.

Further to my left, which was South, I could see the lights of the BigPharmaCorp plant on the other side of the river, and further south from there I could make out the lights of Crown Chemicals, also on the other side of the river. To the north, the other side of the river was composed of carefully laid out rows of vegetable crops on the vast, flat farmlands. Way further north were lights from the Water Works as well as some homes on the finger of the ridge that cut northwest.

"Lovely view from here." Wargrave said. We were alone, unless one considered the fisherman at the river. I was armed, but I was very nervous; there were too many places where a sniper could be perched.

"Yes, it is." I said. "What can I do for you, Mr. Wargrave?" I asked, to get this meeting overwith as soon as possible.

"As you know," Wargrave said, looking out over the river as he spoke, "I'm on the board of Acme Consolidated. We recently purchased the majority portions of the unfortunate Tim Olivet's company."

"Yes, so I heard." I said. "I believe you once mentioned something about being 'just' an advisor to them."



"Yes, that's true." Wargrave said, not too happy of my reminding him of that. "What I need to discuss with you is that I know that the Police collected all the papers of the company as evidence when Mr. Olivet was murdered." Wargrave said. "It seems that we're missing some of the papers. Mrs. Olivet, who I believe recently married your nephew, says that she turned over all the papers to us, and I'm sure she turned over everything of which she was aware."

"I'm sure she did, though I understand she sold the company piecemeal, and some papers probably went to other companies to whom she licensed patents and processes." I replied.

"Yes, I'm sure." said Wargrave. "But what I'd like is to ask a favor of you, and you probably know that I can repay favors in huge ways. I'd like for your Police Department to allow a couple of my people to view the papers- the ones we're entitled to, of course- and check to see if some papers were lost."

It did not take much deduction for me to realize that Wargrave was going down a path of near-desperation to find out the secret for which Tim Olivet died... and a secret to which in my opinion Wargrave was not entitled. My response was easy:

"Mr. Wargrave," I said, "we gave all the papers we took as evidence back to Mrs. Olivet. I can check and see if any were accidentally held in our evidence rooms, but I'm pretty sure they all went back."

"Nothing digital we can look at?" Wargrave said. His directness was amazing, the bravado masking the desperation. I was extremely glad to be ahead of him and ahead of the game on this one.

"No sir, that would absolutely violate Police Department protocols and policies." I said. "It would probably require the consent of the entire Town & County Council -and- a Court order."

"I understand." Wargrave said. I wasn't too surprised that he didn't let that stop him. "Of course, I know your position in the Police Department is a very high one, and you're still overseeing the I.T. department. As I said before, I'd consider it an extraordinary favor to me, and one I'd remember to repay in big multiples in the future."

"As much as I'd like to help," I said, lying through my teeth on that one, "there really isn't much I can do. We gave back all the papers, and any little bit of data that might in our computers would need that Council consent and Court order for releasing evidence, especially in a murder case that remains open. We haven't caught the perp who murdered Olivet... yet... and until we do, it's still active evidence."

"I understand." said Wargrave, clearly irritated. I was looking up and down the river as the last of the light faded. The burly, bearded fisherman was still there, but it looked as if he was putting up his gear. I saw no one else.

"Well, thank you for your time, Lieutenant." Wargrave said. "We should head back to the party before President Wellman sends out a posse for us." He turned to go, and I followed him along the path back to the gate where we had entered.

Some minutes later, after I'd found my wife and rescued her from the extremely boring grandmother of one of the staff doctors, we spoke with Britt Maxwell.

"Did you see it all?" I asked.

"Sure did." Britt said. "I didn't see anyone else, except a fisherman by the river. I think you were safe."

"Thanks for watching my back." I told Britt. "One can never be too careful with that man."

"I totally agree." Britt said. "What did he want?"

"He actually had the brazenness to ask to see the Olivet company evidence we'd collected." I replied.

"Wow." said Laura. "Not like him to show his cards like that. They must be really desperate."

"Yep." I said... not reacting to the significance of Laura's use of the word 'they'. She had slipped.

Part 8 - Epilogue

On October 15th, Jeanine gave birth to a baby boy, both mother and baby doing extremely well. Jeanine named the baby 'Jack', after his biological father, and I hoped this 'Jack Burke' would be better than the last one was. Todd would begin the process of formally adopting the baby, which would not be complete until Todd was 21 years old the next May.

The Burkes seemed very happy with their new grandchild when I visited the hospital later that day. They were cordial enough to me, but I seemed to sense that they were eying me warily.

What I did not know was what had occurred just the day before.

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"We really appreciate you seeing us today." said Michael Burke as their host handed him his drink. Eleanor Burke was given her drink and their host had them seated in front of the beautiful mahogany desk in his study.

"What can I do for you?" their host asked as he sat down behind the desk. The office was sparsely furnished, but what was there was of the very best quality, from the desk and chairs, to the bookcases built into the side walls and the paintings placed in the correct places. A large window dominated the wall behind the desk, and the Burkes could not know that it was the highest grade bulletproof glass, able to withstand a machine gun. The window also served to cast the host in shadow, and his guests in the light... a lesson learned from the master criminal of criminals, Professor Moriarty.

The office was next to the luxurious home in the wealthiest district of the County, but separated from it. It served as the host's workplace when he was in the County and not at his regular office high atop a skyscraper in the City.

"We're at the end of our rope, and we need your help." Michael Burke said. He told the story of his son being framed for rape while in college by a girl named 'Ivy', and of the futile efforts to find her.

"We just want to find out what happened to our son." Burke said. "We even talked to the Police Lieutenant, and we know he knew Jack in college, but Don doesn't seem interested in helping us find out anything."

"Oh, so Don is involved in this?" their host said. Their host was Henry R. Wargrave, and he was now very interested.

"Yes." Eleanor Burke said, becoming aware that Wargrave's interest in helping them, if such interest existed, would be because of Todd's uncle. "We're not sure exactly what their connection is, but our private investigators found out that Don and his ex-wife Melina may have known Jack during that time."

"From what you told me," said Wargrave, "apparently this girl cried 'rape', but the charges were dropped. And someone else was behind your son leaving school and disappearing."

"Yes, that's right." Eleanor said.

"And your investigators could find nothing on that?" Wargrave asked. "Sounds like they took your money for nothing. So... what do you want me to do if I find this girl? Or would you rather have me find out the entire story for you?"

"Mr. Wargrave-" started Michael Burke.

"Please, call me Henry." Wargrave said. "We're friends here."

"Thank you, Henry... Yes, if you could find out what happened, we'd be very grateful." Michael said. Wargrave noted his sincere interest, but saw something darker, much darker, in Eleanor's eyes as they bored into him. Wargrave felt that Eleanor was a dominant woman, and had long observed that she was dominant over her husband despite his outward actions. Despite his erectile dysfunction, he felt a slight stirring in his loins as he admired the beautiful mature woman in front of him... he could sense the dangerous edge to her.

"I'll tell you what." said Wargrave. "I'll look into the matter for you. To be honest, there might not be much to find, so I don't want you to get your hopes up too much... but I'll see what I can find out about your son."

After the Burkes had left, Wargrave sat at his desk, thinking. He had a sixth sense when big things would come his way, be it an arms deal going good or bad, or other business deals coming to him... and he was having that feeling now that there was something big about this... and it might be just what he needed to gain leverage over the one man in this world he'd come to be concerned about... the Iron Crowbar.

Finis.



Interlude: Country Hospitality



The first thing I heard was the heavy rumble of what could only have been an American V-8 engine in all its thunderous glory. I kept my focus on the broken piece of serpentine rubber that hung loosely under the hood of my gold coloured 1991 corolla. I heard the opening and slamming of a heavy car door and then the sound of creaking springs.

"Howdy!" I heard from beneath the 2 pm Sunday sun. But where I expected to hear the gruff voice of a walking redneck stereotype, I heard a voice full of authentic cheer. I lifted my head from the gas scented insides of my clunker and peered around the wobbly, propped hood.

"Howdy?" she said again, waving a small hand in my direction. She was seated on the hood of a massive, off-road equipped Ford F-150, dressed in yellows and reds. 

"Hi," I said back -- I wasn't sure if she was just a cute talking hood ornament, a bait designed to capture me and feed me to a monster truck, or the actual driver of that behemoth. 

"You look like you could use some help," she said with a slight drawl. Added to her infectious grin, she was utterly adorable. 

"Yeah," I said, wiping my hands on my jeans and walking around to the front of her truck. "I heard something snap under the hood and my steering got really heavy. I don't know if its the timing belt that blew or something else. What I do know is a rubber belt is busted and I don't have a spare one. There's no cell reception either -- so, I'm at the mercy of strangers."

She slid off the hood of the truck and landed gracefully on the ground and started to walk towards me -- she was a tiny woman, barely a hair over 5 feet tall. She wore a wide rimmed, straw cowboy hat and had huge, beautiful green eyes, a small button nose and lovely, slightly pouty lips. All of that beauty in an oval shaped face. I couldn't help but notice her long legs as she wore the shortest daisy-duke like cut-off denim overalls I'd ever encountered. Her ankle-high boots clapped on the asphalt as she came around me and looked into the engine cavity of my junker. I stood back to give her some room and saw she wore a blue t-shirt with a meshed back, exposing her lacy black bra to me, as well as the sides of her D-cup breasts. When she bent over, her overalls rode up slightly and the bottom of her bubbly ass became visible. 

I tried to concentrate and reposition my growing hard-on by imagining her father or brothers running me over in her truck.

She straightened and extended her hand to me and said, "My name's Alice."

"I'm Colin," I said, her hand disappearing in mine.

"Well, I guess we're not strangers no more," Alice said, letting her fingers linger in my palm.

"Indeed -- so I guess I can't count on your mercy anymore," I said with a smile. "What with us being acquaintances and all."

"You can always count on the hospitality of a country girl," she said as she crossed her hands behind her back and tucked her chin in.

"Can I count on an open auto parts store?"

"'Fraid not," Alice said. "Good news is: its not your timing belt. So if you shut your hood, put her in neutral, I ought to be able to use my chains and tow you to Brick's Autoworks. That's my cousin's garage. Just keep you engine running and follow my lead and brake when I do, we should be there in no time."

"That's in the next town?"

"Yup," Alice answered while opening her driver's side door and reaching behind the seat. She pulled out two thick chains and gave them to me before taking her seat in the massive pick-up. "The town's Rockshire -- about a fifteen minute drive from here."

Alice started her truck and the engine barked before settling to a content rumble. She put it in gear and moved the truck in front of my corolla while I watched; she got out and took the chains from me and I shut the hood of the car as she expertly set up the chains, wrapping them around the pick-up's rear bumper and under the corolla's bumper and on the frame. 

I slipped into the driver's seat and the turned the ignition on as commanded -- Alice was back in her truck, gave a thumbs up and we slowly pulled onto the road, a tenuous caravan on way to the city of Rockshire.

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After we dropped the corolla off at her cousin's auto shop, Alice drove slowly down Rockshire's main road, pointing out the house where her mother worked as a nanny and the post office from where her daddy worked as a mailman.

"They've been dead for three years," she answered when I asked what became of her parents. Any other question I might have had was drowned out by Luke Bryant booming from the speakers. She was a country girl to the bone. She still pointed out some points of interest like the town hall where a fox was elected as mayor in 1975.

"You remember that?" I asked, struck with the idea of her being alive in 1975 -- I was born in '71!

"Course not, silly! I was born in 1988."

My smile floundered a bit -- she was almost twenty years younger than me. Goddammit!

"But that's ok," Alice reassured me, somehow reading my mind. "You're kinda cute when you blush," she added while patting my knee. My cock jumped at her touch. 

"Your baby blues are pretty too," she added quietly as she pulled into Brick's bar & grill. I ran my fingers through my short cropped, dirty blond hair.

"Same cousin?" I asked.

"Yup."

"So what doesn't he own in this town?" I pondered.

Alice was already out of the Ford -- I noticed she had left her cowboy hat on her seat.

"Me," she said with a smile. I watched for a few seconds and she bounced towards the bar's front door, the edge of her tight ass ever so slightly visible from the bottom of her cut-offs. I sighed before getting out of the truck and catching up to her.

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We took a booth by the window and Alice put her chin in palm, her fore and middle finger on each side of her mouth and she looked out the window. It was pass three in the afternoon and the sun crept slowly to it setting below the horizon. Alice's straight blond hair hung just down to the nape of her slender neck.

"You pickin' up strays again, Alice?" a husky voice said, pulling Alice from her reverie. I turned and saw a tall, thin waitress with bottle born red hair and too many lines around her eyes. Her name tag baptized her Trudie.

"You know it, Truds," Alice laughed. "But only as long as I can find'em a bed for the night." Trudie winked knowingly at Alice while looking me over.

"So what's it gonna be, handsome?" Trudie asked, flipping her order pad open.

"Just coffee for now." She made a quick scribble of my order.

"And you, Alice?"

"You know my usual, hun," Alice said with a wink of her own.

"Chicken wings and a brew it is," Trudie added to her order pad and walked behind the bar and pinned the paper to a hook that caught the attention of the grizzly sized cook.

I watched Alice as she turned her attention back to the window -- my eyes roamed across her lips and down her neck. "So -- strays are a habit of yours?"

She cocked her head to the left and peered at me, chewing her lower lip slightly before answering. "I wouldn't call it a habit, Colin -- you just looked like a good guy who needed help."

"That part is true enough," I said as Trudie deposited my coffee and Alice's beer on the table. The coffee had a deep, rich aroma -- better than I expected to find in Rockshire.

"Now I have to ask, after leading you into town and all: what brings you to this neck of the woods? I don't see many Quebec plates down here."

"I quit my teaching job after embezzling a cool half-mill I got stored in a duffel bag in the trunk, and I was looking for a secluded motel run by a crazy taxidermist," I stated flatly. "Except that with the exchange rate, my half-mill is worth only 63.40$ on this side of the border. So, I guess I'm fucked."

Alice gazed at me from over the rim of her glass before busting a gut. Beer dribbled down her pointy chin and I fought the urge to like her clean of it. 

"Well," she giggled, "the Bates Motel is thataway." She was pointing in the direction we'd come from.

"How could I have missed it?" I pondered. "But seriously? I did quit a teaching job I'd just restarted after taking a hiatus following my wife's death."

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. "I ... I'm sorry."

"It's okay. She passed away seven years ago. But I felt I needed a change of scenery so I sold everything, bought a beater of a car, and just ... drove. I wanted to write a book about the experience, kind of a follow up to Kerouac's On the Road.

"But the roads are a lot less -- I dunno -- spontaneous, than they used to be, you know?"

Alice just observed me, sipping her beer. I paused a moment for Trudie to deliver Alice's plateau of hot wings. 

"It's like the whole idea of taking a road trip without a fixed destination is some kind of aberration. Every where you go ends up having a web site touting its virtues." 

"Did you find one for Rockshire?" Alice asked as she gnawed on a wing. 

"I did, actually," I said, smiling at the sauce that stuck to her lips. "But it ... it didn't mention you."

It was her turn to blush.

"I think I know how you should start your book," she said after wiping the sauce from her lips.

"How's that?"

"This girl found me by the side of the road ..."

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It was half past four by the time we left Brick's Bar & Grill -- I finally ordered some ribs and we talked some more. I paid for our meal and Alice brought me back to my car where I could grab my duffel bag.

"Does your cousin Brick own a motel in town?" I asked.

"Yeah, but ... I wouldn't let my worst enemy stay there. There's room enough for you to crash at my place -- if you wanted to."

Our eyes locked and we both knew, at that moment, that neither one of us was going to get much sleep. I tossed my duffel bag into the cab and climbed into the truck's passenger seat.

Alice spun the wheels of the truck before pulling out of town.

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Alice's house was a huge, two story building with a veranda that went around the entire dwelling, and it was hidden from the main road by a 500 foot, curvy access road. She lived there alone while her siblings were gone to school or the army. I found out that she was a partner in the businesses her cousin Brick operated, so she had enough money coming in to live comfortably -- although she did put in a few hours a week as a receptionist or a waitress at the grill.

She drove her pick-up around to the back of the house and pulled to a stop in front of a patio door covered by a thick iron grill. We got out and I retrieved my bag as she unlocked the door -- I looked over her yard and it was a deep stretch of land bordered by dense woods. I could see the occasional opening which must've been animal trails -- there was a large watering hole near the end of the yard. 

"Chee-dog! We have a visitor!" Alice exclaimed after I heard her open the iron gate. I turned, expecting to see something like a lab or a retriever. 

It turned out to be a small horse.

Or, that's what I thought I saw as it galloped towards me -- before I could drop my bag and brace myself, I was tackled by 125 lbs of sandy coloured great dane. My 200 lbs, 5'9 frame was knocked over and all sound was washed away by the critter's large, smooth, flat tongue.

"I think he likes you," Alice chuckled as her dog drowned me in canine affection.

"Or he's tasting me," I snickered as the big dane plopped himself across my legs, diligently waiting while I scratched his ears and side. "Why do you call him Chee-dog?"

Alice kneeled next to her pet and patted him on his other side -- and I could have sworn the dog was actually purring. "When he runs, he's nearly as fast as a cheetah and he's a dog -- so: Chee-dog."

I managed to slip my legs from under the big hound and found my feet. Alice grabbed my hand and led me up the stairs and into her house, Chee-dog at point. 

"I also have a cabbitt," she said nonchalantly.

A what?

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The cabbitt was actually a long haired rabbit that had a knack for using a litter box. She named it Reginald.

Alice had showed me to an upstair's guest room. It had its own bathroom and shower. She got me some towels.

"Take a shower if you want," she said as she put the towels on the bed. "It's about 6 pm but since we ate, I'm just gonna prepare a snack if you don't mind."

"What? No room service?" I said with a frown. "This won't help the review I'm going to write on trip adviser dot com."

She crossed her arms across her ample chest and tapped her foot on the hardwood floor. "And ... just how much am I charging you to stay here?"

"Right ..." I relented. "Forgot about that. That shower sounds like a good idea."

I began to unbutton my shirt when I noticed Alice was still standing in the door way. "Do you mind?" I asked sheepishly.

"Ok ... but Chee-dog will be taking notes." After hearing his name, the great dane jumped onto the bed and panted. "And making sure you don't steal anything."

I turned to her and she winked before exiting the room, leaving the door slightly ajar so Chee-dog could leave. I finished disrobing and put my clothes on a chair along with my Casio watch -- the bathroom was large with white tiled floors and white walls. It was clean but not so much as to be spotless -- I liked the lived in feel of it. I found myself liking Alice more and more.

I started the water and within a few seconds it was hot without being scalding -- I went back to my duffel bag and retrieved the shower gel I used and picked up a wash cloth before submitting to the water. I lathered the wash cloth and scrubbed myself down -- but when I reached my cock, images of Alice pushing the shower curtain aside and joining me under the water for a naughty romp popped up. I got hard but I suddenly fell back against the shower wall. I was tired -- tired of searching for something worthwhile. Tired of running away from some memory that I should cherish instead of allow to haunt me. Tired of running away from myself.

I finished cleaning myself and I stepped out of the shower after closing the tap. Steam had filled the bathroom and I touched my unshaven face -- a week's worth of stubble and I could feel the stiffer hairs on my chin that would be grey if I could see them.

I towelled down and returned to the guest room -- I could hear Alice singing to Luke Bryant from downstairs. I smiled and then looked at the bed. I let myself fall into its silky blankets and fell soon asleep.

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I woke up to the smell of burning wood, but I was reassured when I found Chee-dog stretched out on the bed next to me. I scratched the dogs ears and he shook his leg happily. After a few seconds, I dressed in boxers, jeans, a black t-shirt and flip flops and headed downstairs. I looked around the living room, appreciating the country "nouveau" furnishings, but failed in finding Alice.

But I didn't have to look for long -- Chee-dog bounded down the stairs and stopped in front of the patio doors at the back of the house. I looked at my watch and was shocked to see it was almost 10 pm -- I'd slept over three hours in a beautiful stranger's house. It was when I looked up from the watch that I noticed the flickering flames at the far end of the yard.

I opened the patio door and Chee-dog dashed past me and disappeared in the darkness between the patio and the bonfire burning at the end of the yard. I followed the big dog -- from the sounds he made, he was doubling back and then rolling around in the grass before letting out a small bark and dashing for the fire. He was a cheerful and playful dog, and I wished I'd had one like him.

I decided to jog towards the bonfire -- I could hear the great dane running around me until we reached the edge of the glow of the fire. Alice was there, wrapped in a blanket and relaxing in a long-chair Her pick-up truck was parked so that the bed was facing the fire. Chee-dog was by her side, leaning his massive body against the long-chair while she scratched his belly.

"Howdy stranger," she said as she greeted me with a wave.

"I thought we weren't strangers anymore," I answered, finding a big rock to sit on. "Why'd you let me sleep so long?"

Alice tossed her bare legs over the side of the long-chair and placed her elbows on her knees and looked at me and said: "You looked like you needed it, and besides, my Chee-dog was keeping you company."

"I might have enjoyed more ... delicate company," I said -- I wasn't sure if I sounded charming or pleading.

"Hmmmm," Alice sounded before standing from her chair and joining me on the stone I used as a perch. "You talk in your sleep."

"You eavesdrop on your guests?"

She punched me in the shoulder. "Only the cute ones -- who's Sonia?"

"You heard that?"

Alice nodded.

I found myself staring into the fire -- memories flooded my mind. "Sonia -- she was my wife. We were married for 15 years. I think she's always talking to me in my dreams." I turned to Alice and she was staring into the fire as well.

"Has there been anybody else since then?" she asked -- I heard a tremor in her voice. 

"No. Just a few ... flings. I even overstepped and got involved with two students from the University where I was teaching. I was drinking way more, too."

Alice was quiet -- Chee-dog had jumped onto the long-chair and was settled comfortably. "That sounds sexy but sad at the same time," she whispered.

There was a silence between us now. I wasn't sure how to read her body language -- she was leaning forward, her elbows on her knees and her head was straight. I could see the muscles of her jaw tense and loosen as she was obviously mulling something over. Then, without a word, she turned her face to mine and cupped her hands on my cheeks and she kissed me. It was a gentle, lingering kiss, like a flower petal falling on my skin. She followed up with two others, the last one focusing on my lower lip.

"That was good," Alice commented as she brushed her fingers through my short hair. "I'm gonna go for a swim."

As she stood and walked slowly towards the water so that I could enjoy every inch of her long legs and the sight of the edge of her ass exposed by her cut-off overalls, I said: "I don't have any swim trunks."

Alice turned to me, her features illuminated by the firelight and by its flickering reflection off the finish of her truck -- she undid the left snap of her overalls. "That's ok. I don't have a bathing suit either."

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I was standing in front of Alice by the time she reached the right snap of her overalls. My hand covered hers and we undid it together. As the garment split open, it slid down her thighs and to her ankles -- she stood before me in just her black g-string and blue t-shirt with the lacy, see-though sides. I tilted my head down and we kissed again -- it was more intense this time as our tongues got involved. My fingers found the bottom of her t-shirt and I slid it up her body, my nails grazing her sides -- I felt her kiss dangle with her smile as my light touch tickled her. 

Our lips parted enough for the shirt to slide over her head. I loved the smell of her hair as it fell back to her shoulders -- it smelled like the woods after a refreshing rain. I placed my hands on her shoulders as she undid the clasp of her black bra. I pushed the loosened straps off and her majestic bosom became free. I let my hands drift to her front -- her tits were firm and her pink nipples grew thick and hard against my hands and the night air.

"My turn," Alice whispered as she kissed my cheek and my ear. She worked my t-shirt over my head, alternately pushing the front and pulling the back until I was shirtless. Her hands roamed across my hairy chest and shoulders -- she seemed to appreciate their muscled thickness. The hairs on my arms rose as she ran her powder blue coloured nails across the sensitive skin of my inner forearms until she reached my buckled jeans. She undid them easily and pulled them down until I stepped out of them and stood only in boxer briefs -- my cock was already semi-erect behind the black fabric and it longed for her touch.




Interlude: Country Hospitality



We parted our touch so that we could each remove our last piece of clothing: her g-string exposed a trimmed bush of blond pubic hair while my fallen boxer-briefs exposed my equally trimmed pubic hair and ever growing erection. We both gazed upon one another silently as the realization that we were still essentially two strangers who just undressed each other sank in.

"Would you believe me if I said I haven't wanted anyone as much as I want you right now, for a very long time?" I said, my voice hoarse with desire and hunger for Alice. 

"I would," she simply said. "Swim with me."

I let Alice take my hand and she led us into the cool water of the small lake by the bonfire at the far end of her land.

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The water was indeed cool -- but it was refreshing and carefree to feel the water surround me. I swam next to Alice, admiring her smooth strokes and the way her beautifully curved body emerged from the water before disappearing underneath its calm surface. We stopped about halfway across the three hundred foot expanse of water. We were quiet as we circled around each other -- it was a strangely intimate affair -- beyond the glow of the bonfire, we were surrounded by darkness. 

I reached out to Alice but she always stayed just out of arm's length She twisted in the water and I relished the sight of her swaying breasts and how water splashed against them. Alice dipped below the surface of the water and I swam forward -- she was nowhere to be seen until I felt something brush against my thigh and then grab my cock. Alice surfaced while holding my erection, forcing me to spin around and swim on my back.

"You gotta be careful with the lures you use, Mr Colin," she whispered. "You might not catch the fish you're expecting."

I had trouble staying afloat as Alice began to pump my cock with gentle determination. To anyone watching us from shore, it would have looked like Alice was using me as some kind of pump since the pleasure she gave me made me want to surrender to it instead of of keep floating. On her last downward stroke, my cock slid from her small hand and I took the opportunity to dive beneath the surface, circle around her beating legs and arise from the water behind her -- Alice squealed when I slipped my arms around her waist and cupped the underside of her firm breasts, pinching her growing nipples between my fingers. She leaned back into me and the crack of her ass found my erect cock. Around us, we could hear the rising wind caress the leafy trees. The sound was like that of rain striking a shingled roof. 

Alice faced me and put her arms around my neck -- I could feel the heat of her wet pussy warm the water where her pouting lips were touching the shaft of my cock. I pushed a strand of wet hair from her forehead and my lips found hers -- the kiss was deep as our mouths parted and our tongues embraced. We alternately used our lips to caress each other before our tongues darted around like playful lovers playing sexy tag.

"I don't think I can resist you," I whispered while touching the edge of her ear with my lips -- I felt her body shiver and the ripples we made in the water echoed the mounting desire threatening to drown us.

Alice pulled me tight, crushing her breasts against my hairy chest and she kissed my cheeks and down my neck. "I don't want you to resist me. I want you to take me ..."

I found her lips again and slipped a hand into the water -- my fingers found her slit and I spread her lips and traced the opening of her pussy.

"Ooohhhh," Alice sighed as a I touched her sensitized clit. Her pelvis involuntarily moved against my finger. "Take me back," she pleaded as the tip of my middle finger entered her. 

We reluctantly separated and swam side by side -- sometimes stopping to kiss -- towards the bonfire until the ground sloped upwards. When we stood, I scooped Alice in all her naked, curvaceous glory into my arms and she laughed. As I twirled and the water splashed, she gleefully pointed at the truck -- it was then I could find the smell of hay.

Alice had found the time to line the bed of her pick-up with about 8 inches of straw and placed a cotton blanket over the pile.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you'd planned this," I said with a smile as I set Alice down on the opened tail-gate.

"I used to be a girl-scout -- we were taught to always be prepared."

I nodded my approbation before kissing the top of Alice's head -- I used my lips to trace a path from her forehead, across her eyelids, down her pretty little nose and then down beyond her lips. I pressed her breasts together and gently squeezed them while making figure 8s across her stiff nipples. She moaned as goosebumps spread across her skin -- I then started to suck on one nipple while pinching the other and vice versa until she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me back to her face to kiss me hard. 

But I didn't relent and pulled away from her wanton mouth and pushed her back onto the blanket lining the straw bed of her pick-up. I then climbed in and stretched out so my legs hung a bit over the tailgate; I spread her legs and started to kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs, left ... right ... then left again. With each kiss I came closer to her inner lips, and I paused to look into her eyes after each gentle, puckered touch. Alice was gazing at me anxiously and expectantly until I took a long lick at the outer lips of her moist pussy -- when I kissed and started to suckle her sex, I could feel her arch her back in bliss.

"Oohh baby ... yes ..." she sighed as I pressed a finger against her dripping slit and pushed it in and began to make little circular motions, mirroring how my tongue circled around her protruding clitoris. Alice grabbed my hair and thrust her hips upwards when my tongue finally landed on her clit and I switched my finger in order to make a come-hither motion across a space in her pussy, more or less just behind her clit.

"Aaahh! Ooohh ... Uhhhh," Alice gasped and moaned as my every lick across her electrified clit and stroke of her pussy made her wetter and wetter -- I could feel the muscles of her pussy contract around my finger like a fevered boa until I removed my digit and just used my tongue. It fluttered up and down across her lips while I grabbed her thighs -- when I paused and sucked on her clit, she tightened her legs around my head. This forced me to press my face closer to her pussy and my breaths became raspy and a bit laboured -- but at the same time the vibration of my lips on her clit made her entire body quiver.

"OH FUCK YES! GOD YES!" Alice screamed as I made her come -- I'd managed to slip a finger back into her and, while I was moving it back and forth, her entire body shuddered as her orgasm spread from her drenched pussy and across her soft skin.

"Jesus, you're good at that," Alice said as I crawled up beside her. Her smile was broad and sweet and I wished I knew it complete. 

"More or less twenty years' worth of experience," I whispered as I cupped the back of her head and leaned in close and kissed her gently. 

"So that's what getting older means," Alice said as she reached down and cupped my balls. 

"What's that?" I asked.

"Getting better."

When I heard those words, I moved on top of her -- she parted her legs and I sat back on my knees.

"I think I've wanted this since I first set eyes on you -- but I don't have any protection," I stammered as I fought the urge to just surrender to my animalistic desire. Alice winked at me and reached under the blanket and pulled out a small square of foil -- I took it and saw it was an ultra thin, ribbed condom. 

"Like I said -- I'm always prepared," Alice assured me as she retook the condom, tore the wrapper and sat up. Reaching between us, she grasped my thick cock and gently unrolled the condom down my shaft.

"Am I to understand you do this often?" I teased as she laid back down and rested on her elbows. Alice stuck her tongue at me.

"No -- I realized I wanted you when I saw you sleeping," she said. "You looked sad, but strong, if that makes any sense. And that's when I decided."

I leaned over Alice and reached between us and positioned the tip of my cock against the opening of her pussy, just parting her juicy lips and I whispered in her ear, "What did you decide? I want to hear you say it ..."

"I want you to put that hard cock in me," Alice said in a sexy, raspy voice. " I want you to fuck me."

I pushed gently -- the first few inches of my cock encountered some resistance as her pussy was so lusciously tight and wet. I pulled out an inch or so before slowly thrusting more strongly and feeling her part entirely, and then fully encompass my manhood.

"Oh baby," Alice whispered and kissed my neck as I began to thrust in and out of her -- I was laying on top of her, our bodies pressed together while there was barely any space between us. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I worked my thighs -- her pussy was writhing and voracious like her tongue was and we made love with our sexes and our kisses.

Our breaths came fast and hard as my pace quickened and Alice moaned -- she grabbed a handful of my hair with one hand and I felt her rake the nails of her other hand from the nape of my neck and down to my buttocks.

"There! Oh yes! There!" Alice half moaned, half screamed as I felt her velvety pussy burn like a furnace and cordon itself around my cock with a ferocious grip. I could feel her heat transfer to my cock and into my balls before igniting my skin with blinding pleasure. But I was going to make this last as long as I could.

With a grunt, I sat back onto my knees and grabbed Alice's knees and slowed my pace down. Alice arched her back as I leisurely worked my cock out before rushing it back in to her. I loved the look momentary sadness when I was almost out of her followed by the lustful shock when I drove my cock back into her, nearly invading her womb. Alice put a hand across her bosom, holding her breasts in place as my momentum made her entire body sway -- sweat beaded and ran down my back and face as I accelerated to a more athletic pace. Some droplets fell on Alice's chest and down her thighs.

"Fuck! Me! HARD!" Alice ordered and I obeyed -- my skin slapped against hers and the entire truck rocked on its suspension as I plowed away at her pussy with all I could muster. 

"Ahhhh ... Fuck!!" Alice moaned and gasped as her pussy seized and throbbed around my cock and her body trembled as she came violently.

I'd stopped moving, enjoying Alice's squeals and the way her pussy was pulling me slowly to my climax. She looked up at me, a sheepish grim plastered across her face as she slowly came down from her orgasm -- I reached out and she took my hand, allowing me to pull her to my chest while my hard cock stayed inside her.

Alice wrapped her legs around my waist and steadily rode my cock -- my eyes locked with hers and we shared a deep gaze full of complex emotions masquerading behind primal urges. 

"Colin," she whispered. My name was like a song from her lips. "Lie down."

I did as commanded and turned so that I was on my back and Alice was on top of me. I was granted the pleasure of watching Alice's petite but voluptuous figure bounce up and down my cock with a growing abandon. I reached up and cupped her full breasts and pinched her nipples -- but I could tell from her combination of pumping motions and gyrations that she was concentrating on my pleasure. Through the condom, I could feel the friction her pussy was sharing with my cock and I closed my eyes and surrendered to the mounting pressure in my balls.

As Alice rode me, I could feel part of the veil of my past fall away and embrace the fact that for the time I was with this beautiful young woman, I was in love with her. When I felt the suction of her pussy along the shaft of my manhood and watched as her face became a beatified icon, I wanted the whole world to just stop so I could be caught in a pinpoint moment of perfect bliss. 

Instead, Alice made my pleasure the focus of her efforts and she placed her small hands on my chest and she bounced on me furiously like a goddess trying to make a recalcitrant volcano detonate with lustful fury.

"Grrruuunnnhh ... " I grunted as Alice overpowered me with her sensual dedication -- my eyes blurred as the sight of her devouring my throbbing cock in her hot, tight pussy and I entwined her fingers with mine and spread my arms. Alice fell on me and I felt her sweat cover me; despite her awkward position, her hips continued move up and down and Alice kissed me hard on the lips, her tongue plowing into my mouth and conquering my servile tongue.

We stayed like that for a few endless moments while I thrust my thighs upwards in answer to Alice's call -- we could only communicate in one language now and each word was fuck. And as I relinquished my reason to primal wants, I grabbed Alice's ass and slid her off my cock while I moved from beneath her. She seemed to understand my desire and she placed her hands on the back window of the cab of her pick-up and I moved behind her, found her slit and slid in with one cooperative stroke.

I fucked her madly, grabbing her hips and pushing her and pulling her lithe body in tandem with my thrusts. Alice was moaning as my cock filled and stretched her pussy more rapidly than she could recuperate, sending her on a roller coaster of dipping and climbing pleasure. But when I reached under her belly and touched her clit, she moaned for nearly thirty seconds as her body shook while she came -- I had released her clit and resumed fucking her with my hands on her hips.

"Please come baby!" Alice pleaded with agonizing beauty. "I can barely take it anymore!"

"Ahhrrrggrg;" I moaned and groaned while taking a final three long, deep strokes. On the third, the dams burst and I flooded ... gushed ... spilled ... exploded -- whatever word that could be used to describe my climax could have been applied to the sensation of utter release and freedom that accompanied the load of come I left behind in the condom she smartly gave me. 

Once spent, I pulled out of her, took the condom off and tossed it aside -- I fell onto my back and Alice snuggled up next to me and placed her head on my chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast," she remarked as she brushed her fingers through my chest hair.

"I haven't had a workout like that in a very long time," I answered and kissed Alice's forehead.

I fell asleep in the cab of her pick-up while Alice kissed me and put a hand over my softening cock.

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Sunrise hit me square in the face and my answer was to yawn at it. To my surprise, it wasn't Alice who yawned but Chee-dog, sitting where the bonfire had burned out and staring at me indulgently. I hopped out of the pick-up bed and found my clothing minus a t-shirt. 

I dressed and headed towards the house with the big, gentle dog in tow. Once at the patio door, I was greeted by the smell of coffee, eggs and bacon.

When I entered the kitchen, the smell of good food was accompanied by the vision of Alice wearing my shirt -- only my shirt.

"It looks better on you," I said as I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her small waist.

"The auto shop won't open till 9," Alice said.

"So, that means I won't be here much longer -- once my car is fixed and all."

Alice smiled and freed herself from my grasp -- she pulled my shirt over her head, revealing her curvy figure to me in the morning light.

"I though you could stay awhile -- I'd help you add a few more chapters to your book."

Who was I to refuse such generous hospitality?



Interlude: Dannie by Night



"Ah, fuck him!" was all I heard after the door slammed shut loud enough to pull me from my sleep. 

I looked around my room until I could focus on the red specks of light of my clock radio: 2:45 a.m. I stumbled out of bed, a somnolent drone pulled to the muffled sounds from beyond my bedroom door like a moth to it's blitzing blue light of death. I worked the knob and suddenly felt my blue eyes crumple up like raisins when they were struck by the 100 watt light bulb nesting in the kitchen ceiling. 

"Dannie, is that you?" I asked redundantly. Of course it was her – she was the only woman I knew who could make a profanity smell like rose water. And she was also the only other person who had a key to this apartment. I was Dannie's roommate 

"What?" she asked as she whipped her head around, her cute, bobbing multicolored hairstyle flowing around her head like a a liquid halo. She was wearing her blue nurse's scrubs, their pallor and odd contrast to her dark chocolate colored skin. She looked part smurfette, part easter chocolate treat. Thank good I was half asleep and did not say that out loud.

"Shit, Zeke, did I wake you?" Dannie asked, the answer as obvious as me standing in front of her. "And what did you mean by a chocolate smurfette?" 

I yawned and smacked my lips. "I... just always compare my roomies to their dessert equivalent."

"Are you saying you want me for dessert?" Dannie spread her ruby colored lips and flashed me her pristine pearly whites while her big brown eyes sparkled. This kind of flirting was a natural thing for us, but tonight those few words were pushing it to a new level – or maybe it was because I was only wearing boxers and my illicit hard-on was less than discreet.

"How bout we change the subject and you tell me what the whole "slamming the door in the middle of the night" b.s was all about?"

"That?" Dannie said, cocking her head towards the front door. "That is what I'm gonna do if I ever see than son of a bitch again."

"The doctor, the intern, or the paramedic?"

"Don't start," she half-heartedly hissed as she whipped her lab coat off. I watched as she expertly popped open a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass. I also watched the way her curvy hips and bubbly ass strained against her blue pants and how her smallish but perky tits pushed against her pale shirt. She downed her glass of wine in a single gulp. "It was the doctor."

"Ah ... so your General Hospital lifestyle continues," I snickered.

"Fuck you, Zeke," she giggled and tossed me one of the potato chips she'd started munching.

"Promises, promises," I said, throwing my hands in the air in mock exasperation. "I'm going back to bed."

"You want me to tuck you in and tickle your tummy, doughboy?"

The last thing she saw before I closed my bedroom door was my upraised middle finger offering her a gallant salute. At the same time, my mind was filled with images of her beautiful mouth opening for me while she awaited my rigid cock -- I would spread her thick hips and find her brown and pink little slit and lap it up like a thirsty puppy.

It was going to be a long rest of the night.

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I first met Dannie Hudson through a mutual friend, Suzanne. They were both nurses and Suzanne knew I needed a place to stay – a recent break-up had ended up with me living in a motel till I could find something more suitable to my situation. I'd been thinking a converted out-house or a cardboard box in an alley. Suzanne knew that Dannie's roommate had run out on her, leaving her with a 2 bedroom apartment that was too expensive for a young woman out of nursing school, working part time during the evenings/nights. So, Suzanne decided to play ebony and irony and she brought us together.

We met over dinner at Suzanne's and I was charmed from the get-go. Dannie was brash, brainy, funny ... and one of the most attractive women I'd ever met. She'd shown up for dinner wearing the slinkiest black skirt I'd ever seen. Not the shortest, but it just hugged her curvy hips and and showed off her legs with just the right balance of class and sass. She'd been wearing a sheer golden blouse that she kept unbuttoned just enough to trigger the imagination – her black bra was clearly visible, and helping me envision the perky, cone-shaped brown breasts it withheld. I wondered what her skin tasted and smelled like. 

As the evening wore on, we flirted lightheartedly with some occasional contact till we realized that, since we got along so well together, the idea of becoming roommates seemed like a totally natural thing to do. 

After that evening things went quickly and a week later I was signing my half of the lease and moving in with a 30 year-old black woman starting her new career in nursing. As for me, I was pushing 40, newly single, and working a supervisor in a client care call center for a national wireless provider. It didn't take long for me to realize that Dannie and I were living on different planets – she worked from 3 pm to midnight or later and I was a 9 to 5 kind of guy. She was parties and wine and I was beer and Italian exploitation cinema from the seventies (Yay Joe D'Amato). We sometimes crossed paths on weekends between loads of laundry and grocery shopping – we would talk about world events and history. I was amazed by how well read she was, it beleaguered her sassy personality. And we flirted.

But over the past few weeks I'd noticed a change in her – she dated less but she was coming in later and later. We'd talk and sometimes flirted but it had an odd intensity to it. I was worried about her.

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"Zeke? Are you awake?"

A crack of light was knocking on my eyelids while Dannie spoke my name with that husky tone telling me she'd had a rough night.

"Would it matter if I said no," I snorted as I rolled around to face away from the light.

"I just want to ask you something," she said and she came into my room – first time she'd ever done that in the 2 months we'd been living together. I sat up in bed and was struck by how she was framed by the light – a dark angel of hope. 

"What is it? Are you okay Dannie?"

She sat on the bed, her thigh touching mine and she grabbed my forearm. Her hand was sweaty and I felt her start to dig her fingernails into my skin but pulled back. I realized that what I thought were her hospital scrubs was actually a pale blue silk robe. It hung slightly opened and since she was turned towards me, her robe was pulled taut across her chest and her nipples seemed ready to rip the material apart. I felt sweat start to bead on my forehead and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed that her robe had rode up her thigh and I could see the top crop of her fuzzy pubic hair. I swallowed hard and I felt my cock do its little "I'm here and I'm ready" dance.

"Zeke, do you like me?"

"Like you?" I repeated and raised my knee, hiding my growing erection. "Yes."

I only said that one word with more gravitas than I wanted and I suddenly saw Dannie's eyes water. She slid off the bed and backed out of my room, her brown eyes locked onto my blue ones and she just smiled a sad smile.

"Thank you, Zeke," she whispered and slowly closed my door. I stared at it and listened to her muffled footfalls – she closed the kitchen light and returned to her bedroom.

I pulled the blankets off and looked a my hard-on – I couldn't remember it ever being so hard or ready. I fought a mad urge to bounce off my bed and crash through Dannie's door and just ravage her like she was the last woman on Earth. While I imagined mounting her and kissing her and fucking her I tugged and pumped madly at my tool and felt that familiar fire that started in my toes and fingertips – it flowed up my limbs in waves pulled along by the pumping of my cock till it spooled in my balls. When I imagined her calling my name, begging me to me to fill her I exploded with a rush of come and bliss I'd forgotten I could ever feel.

I fell asleep with a puddle of drying come on my stomach, wanting to thank Dannie for returning this to me and feeling guilty that it happened in a moment when she seemed so vulnerable.

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I texted Suzanne on my break while I was work, asking her if she had any insight into what was troubling Dannie. I didn't tell her about what happened a few nights ago, hoping that Dannie had been quiet about it as well.

All Suzanne said was that Dannie had been seeing a doctor. A married doctor. It has gotten too serious. Dannie wasn't seeing him anymore.

Damn.

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Before going to bed that night, I looked at myself in the mirror. My skin was pale – hairy arms and legs and chest. Not Ron Jeremy but an even coat across my whole body – I thought of myself as a shaved monkey whose fur had started to grow back but had stopped after the third day. My blond hair was short, the hairline receding. I did have a square jaw and high cheek bones and a broad, slightly flat nose. My lips were thin and had slight, permanent frown – I recognized the hardness of my features. But I was told that my blue eyes, with their long, almost feminine lashes, helped soften my harsh face and make me almost handsome. I looked like Sgt Rock's second cousin once removed. The body itself was typical early middle-aged: slight paunch from beer and talking on the phone for the past 7 years. I was an occasional soccer player and cyclist. I was by no means an athlete, but I did what I could to keep myself in shape.

Then I thought of Dannie's face. A broad oval with a slightly elongated chin; a high forehead with her big, brown, almond shaped eyes; a slim bridge of a nose with a broad base topping thick, dark lips shaped like a slightly flattened heart. She looked a bit like Jennifer Hudson (no relation).

I thought of Dannie's face.

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I woke up. It was 3:12 a.m. I was thirsty. There was no sound coming from beyond my door so I guessed Dannie was still at the hospital, out, or maybe already in bed. I was still thirsty. I crossed into the kitchen and switched the light on – I didn't feel like feeling my way to the fridge like a blind rodent.

I found Dannie sitting at the kitchen table – her elbows propped up her chin that rested in her pale palms. The ceiling fan illuminating the kitchen with its 100 watt fury was spinning and I saw Dannie as a quiet sexual masterpiece: her short, black, red and purple hair was in a tangled disarray being shaken by the fan; her big brown eyes were lazily hooded from her sleepy state and her face was flushed; her small blue robe was partially undone and her left breast was fully exposed. I couldn't stop looking at it: a firm, upturned, cone shaped b-cup tipped with a deep brown aureole and a thick, bumpy nipple that looked to be about as thick as my thumb. The bottom of her robe was partially open and part of her dark bush was visible. 

There was a moment of crystallization when I understood I was naked. My cock twitched as it was exposed to Dannie's soft flesh and it decided to honor her and grew to its full seven and a half inches. We stared at each other, absorbing the fact we were both exposed to one another for the first time – our breathing was strained as we waited for the other to say something or make some kind of move. 

It was Dannie's cellphone that broke our standoff. 

Dannie flipped the handset open and whispered something inaudible and she tried to clumsily rush past me to the privacy of her bedroom, but she tripped and I had to pivot to my left to catch her – she was supported in the crook of my left arm and her breasts were crushed against my forearm, a bared nipple touching my arm hair. I could feel her hot pussy against my thigh and she was acutely aware of my thick dick caressing her bottom as I straighted her. Her full-bodied, 5'3 inch frame pressed against my 5'10 inch body – Debbi's hair smelled like sweat and honey.

"Thanks," Debbi anxiously said as she slid out of my arms. "I ... I have to take this call, Zeke."

I stepped aside and watched as she made her way slowly back to her bedroom at the end of the hall. She paused a second and turned to look at me, adjusting the bottom of her robe and pulling it over her hard nipple – they poked deliciously through the sheer material. She mouthed the word goodnight and she slowly closed the door, talking to whoever but watching me till she disappeared. 

I didn't think we'd be flirting anymore. She smelled like sweat and honey.

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I didn't go straight home after work this Friday. I had a rare week-end off and I ended up having plans after work. Out of nowhere Maiya, a colleague, asked me to join her for drinks. She wanted to talk. I wanted to get my mind off Dannie, so drinks with a pretty woman from work seemed just the ticket.

I spent most of the evening watching Maiya from across a glass of 12 year old scotch. She was reserved and graceful. Each move was deliberate – I felt that she was holding back for some reason. She told me that she had recently left her husband. She wanted to go somewhere and start over. She knew I was in a similar situation and wanted to see how I was handing it. Seeing that she had changed into a sleek, strapless black dress, I wasn't handling it that well. I had sex on my mind, and with that came images of Dannie. 

Dannie reaching out for me; touching me; demanding me.

I gave Maiya a quick kiss and told her it wasn't the right time yet. She told me she wouldn't wait – her time was now. I said goodbye and wished her a good life and should we meet again, who knows what would happen.

Who knew what would happen between me and Dannie.

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I pulled into my parking spot, tires screeching as I stretched the meager handling abilities of my '96 Tercel. I almost hit the curb before coming to a full stop and the car was still rocking on its suspension when I flew out out driver's seat. As I rushed towards the stairs, my heart pounded when I saw that Dannie's Miata was in its space.

But my fervor dwindled when I noticed the lights in the apartment were off. When I cracked open the front door I listened for any noise. It was still – it felt deserted. Just like my longing. 

But the smell of sweat and honey lingered in the air.

I switched on the kitchen light – the fan started swirling at max speed and pages from a series of handwritten notes went flying across the kitchen table. I quickly grabbed at the pages and gathered then together and worked to pile them relatively neatly. Once they were back on the table I cast a glance over them. They were in Dannie's handwriting – I flicked through the pages. They described a series of sexual encounters between numerous different names. I ran my fingers through my hair when I came across numerous pages containing my name alongside Dannie's. 

That's when I heard a moan. Dannie's bedroom door was opened and when I peeked inside it was empty. My door was closed, though. I looked back at the pages on the table and went back over those that mentioned us. They recounted our previous close encounters, but they extended beyond mere awkwardness towards more intensely physical outcomes. 

I felt a tightness in my chest and I gripped the knob of my door and opened it. Light spilled into the room and the first thing I noticed were the open drawers of my dresser. My clothing was strewn across the room and on my bed – socks and underwear and shirts intertwined in some kind of freakish laundry orgy. Towering over it was Dannie's luscious, dark-skinned beauty. I stared, mesmerized at her sensuous body as she buried her face in my pillow and moaned and sighed. Her gray gym shorts were around her ankles and her knees were bent; her ass was in the air and her hand was writhing furiously against her pink slit. Once in a while, her meaty lips popped out from between her fingers and she would moan louder – I felt my cock grow instantly stone rigid within my black dress pants. Dannie was rubbing her pussy and pinching her clit with an old t-shirt she once said brought out my eyes.

"AhhaaahhhAhhh," Dannie moaned when, in one fluid motion, she brought her other hand to her pussy and slipped a finger deep into her cunt and brought my t-shirt to her face and inhaled deeply. I knew it hadn't been washed for awhile so it had to smell of my sweat and was now soaked with her juices. The combined musky fragrance filled the room. I watched as her ass gyrated against her wiggling finger.  

"Dannie," I whispered. I pulled my zipper down and released my bobbing cock. It seemed to sniff the air, drunk on the scent of sex in the room.

"Zeke?" Dannie sighed. It was like she had just noticed I was there – her eyes sparkled like champagne when she looked at me. "Baby, you're really here."

I was slowly caressing my cock as I watch her. She turned towards me and I realized she wore a black halter that was pulled down around her tapered waist – she rested on her side and used her legs to slide her shorts off. She tucked my old shirt beneath her head and she contemplated me. 

"Well, aren't you all dressed up," Dannie said, licking her lips with that illegal tongue of hers. Her leg was raised and she ran her fingers through her curly, black pubic hair. Her thick, lustrous pussy lips were temptingly visible. 

"Did you have a hot date?" Despite Dannie's wanton pose and hushed, husky tone, I noticed the slightest trepidation in her voice. Her perky breasts heaved nervously.

"I had drinks," I said as I took a step closer to the bed. I pulled back hood of my uncircumcised cock and the purple head seemed to leap forward of its own volition. "With a woman. A very beautiful woman."

"Yeah?" Dannie eyed my member with a mixture of anticipation and suspicion. I eyed her body with hunger and desperation.

"Yeah. I wanted to fuck and she made herself available. But every time I thought about it I thought about you."

"About little old me?" Dannie asked. My cock was only a few inches from her precious lips. I was undoing my tie and beginning to unbutton my shirt. "What are we going to do about that?"

"I don't know about you," I whispered, "but I think the fever needs to be fed." 

I reached out and touched Dannie's hair. She reached up with the hand that had been between her beautiful, thick thighs. I entwined my fingers with hers and inhaled deeply the musky smell of her pussy. I then lapped the fragrant juices from each digit separately, ensuring she could see and feel my tongue slide across her smooth, silky skin. My saliva dribbled down her arm as I hungrily assaulted her – I followed that river, kissing down her limb till I dropped to my knees and was level with the most beautiful eyes I'd ever encountered. Dannie shifted and faced me, her feet on the floor. My head was now level with the expanse of dark brown skin between her neck and tits. 

I shivered when I felt her grab each side of my white shirt and push it back. Her stiff nipples brushed against my stubbled cheek. I noticed for the first time she had a small tattoo of a bleeding rose, just beneath her left ear. So close, I pressed my lips to her tattoo and sucked hard on the sensitive skin of her neck. Dannie gasped wildly and wrapped her arms tight around my neck and she viciously began to nibble my ear.

"Shit, I love that," she hissed into my ear as I ran my teeth against the skin of her neck – I felt the moist touch of her tongue and it requisitioned my ear. 

"Kiss me!" She ordered and I pushed her back onto the bed. Our tongues mashed and clashed like ancient rivals while our hands roamed across our electrified flesh. I found the satiny skin between her thighs and her tits and scraped against it with my nails – I felt goosebumps spread across her skin and her nipples harden against my chest. When I stopped kissing her and applied a series of small bites and licks to her neck and chest, Dannie moaned and dug her fingers into the flesh of my ass. This pushed me forward and the tip of my cock pressed against her dark lips.




Interlude: Dannie by Night



We both froze, aware that our sexes were where we wanted to be, but not yet.

Dannie snickered while I undid my belt and helped her push my pants and boxers down. They snagged a bit but with some wiggling, we managed to get them off. I went back kissing her lips and and she responded by reaching between us and rubbed her clit with the tip of my cock.

"Baby, that is going to feel so good in me," she said before jamming her tongue back into my mouth. While she extended the area she touched with my cock, tickling her clit and then sliding it between her cunt lips, I sucked hard on her tongue.

"Huunnnhh," I moaned. She was pumping my cock while touching it to her pussy. "Dannie, don't make me come!"

"Ah baby, I thought you doughboys had more stamina than that. Especially at your age."

"Hey, even The Hef would be on the verge of blowing if he felt what you're doing to me," I whispered. She had reached lower and was gently squeezing my balls. This was the playful, sexy Dannie that I remembered.

"Too bad this isn't the Grotto," Dannie teased – it didn't last long though. Once I'd slid down her body and cupped her sweet, firm tits, her breath came in heaves and she arched her back with enough force to almost throw me off. I worked her nipples between my fingers, sometimes nibbling her dark brown tips, sometimes pinching them till she squealed. When I finally took one and started to greedily suckle it, Dannie groaned in satisfied bliss. I gasped as well – I peaked down between us and Dannie was pinching her clit with her forefinger and middle-finger and was rubbing it with my cock-head. As my charged flesh touched hers, little seizures of pleasure shook my legs.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to be spending a good, long time in your grotto," I whispered, looking up into her mysterious eyes. 

"Yum," Dannie said, smiling and biting her full, lower lip. There was a carefree attitude invading her – I wanted to freeze her in this joyful moment. I slid down to the edge of the bed, put my knees on the floor, put her knees on my shoulders, and I licked her pussy instead.

"Ooooohhh," Dannie moaned. I'd taken hold of one of her protruding lips with my teeth, gently squeezing while running my tongue over it. Dannie wrapped her thighs around my head, goading me to do more things to her juicy pussy.

"What do you want, Dannie? What do you want me to do?"

"Baby, I want you to lick it," she answered, the need oozing from every word.

Who was I to say no to such an appetizing invitation? I put a finger on each side of her pussy and I spread her wide open, fully exposing her bright pink slit, such an enchanting contrast to her chocolate colored thighs. I placed my tongue on the little expanse of flesh where her cunt bridges towards her asshole, and I took one long lap. My tongue was spread wide so that its full surface was in contact with her delicate pussy – my first lick made her moan. The second lick made her gasp because I slipped part of my tongue into her pussy. The third lick made her shiver as I flicked her sweet clit. The rest made her squeal because I alternated between and combined all three in an ever increasing pace.

"Oh Zeke!" Dannie moaned each time I touched her pussy. I lost myself in the symphony of her pleasure.

"Yes! There! Yes!" I'd slipped a finger deep into her moistness and I was making little circular motions, pressing against each side of her cunt. She made a different little noise whenever I touched her – when I turned my finger upwards and found the little area of flesh just a few inches behind her clit and started a "come-hither" motion while greedily sucking on her nub, Danni went over the edge. 

"I'm ... Oooohhhhh I'm Cooommmiiinnggg"Dannie moaned and howled and sighed in a single, shattering, breath. I didn't stop while her body was racked by riotous orgasm – her juices flooded from her cunt like a burst dam and she arched her back like she was going to snap with a blissful crack.

I realized this was how I'd always wanted to see Dannie: out of control.

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The steam spread across the bathroom like a fog rolling into a Newfoundland harbor – a bit ironic as Newfoundland is a rather cool place and the bathroom was smoldering from the heat of my shower. I'd left Dannie wanting when I decided to take a shower – the day's work was clinging to me and I wanted to be free from its shackles before I went any further with her.

There was an appeasing shadow that appeared by the shower door and a swift, light knock upon its glazing plastic.

"Coo-coo, Zeke," Dannie said as she slid the shower-stall door aside. "Where you forgetting about me already, Mr Doughboy?" she asked. Despite her flippant attitude, a worried tone infused her words. Steam merged to droplets on her skin and she took my breath away.

"No. Never. I just felt like I should wash away the old before starting something new. With you."

"Good answer, Zeke," she said and motioned me to give her some room. "I think I'll have to give you an assist, just to speed things up a bit."

"Hum," I moaned when she turned me around and guided my hands against the wall. I felt her hands run up and down my body. She worked in small circular motions, relaxing my thigh and back muscles. I gasped a bit when she slid her fingers between my ass cheeks, the unexpected intrusion tickling the fragile nerves of my asshole. I then felt my knees buckle when she reached around my waist, pressed her body against mine and gripped by cock and balls and slowly massaged them. 

"Are you as thorough when you give sponge baths at the hospital?" I asked, breathless when she abruptly turned me around and pushed me up against the shower stall wall. Dannie was hugging me and I watched as the cascading water plastered her hair to her head. Her tits and pussy were crushed against me and I felt the steaming water pouring between us and I felt the heat emanating from her pussy. My cock was throbbing and ready.

"Baby, I save my special treatment for my favorite patients," Dannie whispered and bit my earlobe before slithering down my body till she was on speaking terms with my rock hard cock. I suddenly jerked my head back against the wall – Dannie had pressed my cock to my stomach and I felt her sensuous lips enrobed my balls. I looked down and my eyes met her and I watched as she slowly climbed the length of my shaft, contemplating each inch with her tongue and lips. When she reached the tip, she concentrated on the crown around its base, running her deft tongue around it.

"Ah ... Ah ... Ah ..." was the only sound I could mutter as I witnessed the divine treatment Dannie was giving my cock. It was disappearing and reappearing from her mouth at an amazing rate – each time it disappeared, I impulsively thrust forward. Dannie accepted every inch as my cock went deep into her throat; she held it there, seemingly drunk with my surrendering to her hunger. 

"Dannie! Jesus! Oh...!" She was moving back and forth, sucking my cock with a need I rarely associated with women: the need to possess. Her need was pulling me deeper towards my own detonation. But my experience kicked-in and I regained a modicum of control and I pulled back from the edge.

Dannie smiled up at me – she started to pump my cock madly and held the tip in her mouth and just flicked her tongue across the surface, from side to side and up and down. She added a rolling motion with those thick, luscious lips of hers and I felt my knees weaken. My balls contracted and I felt another jolt up my cock as I neared an eruption. Dannie relinquished her hold on me and she sinfully sled back up my body till she was looking up at my flushed, satisfied face.

"You did say you had a fever, didn't you?" Dannie coyly asked of me. I answered with a long languorous kiss where our tongues renewed their mutual appreciation. Connected this way, Dannie eased us out of the shower, pausing momentarily to allow me to close the shower and slide the stall door shut.

We continued to make out while we toweled each other off. I dedicated a good amount of time to her firm tits, slipping behind her so she could feel my cock against her bubbly ass while I held and squeezed them and pinched her nipples. Dannie cooed and pressed her ass against my cock, forcing it downward and trapping it between her butt cheeks. I snaked a hand to the her front and I slid my fingers through her tightly woven pubic hair till I found her clit. Once I touched it little pops of pleasure surged through her body. 

"I think," Dannie whispered, leaning her head back and presenting her her little rose tattoo to me, "it's time we did that thing that come so naturally."

I kissed her tattoo; I kissed her ear; I kissed her lips. "So you want to go make a goat cheese pizza? Okay, but I hope we get around to sleeping together at one point."

Dannie faced me and grabbed a handful of my balls. "Baby, things are gonna get hot, but there won't be any baking."

"Oh, you mean you want to have sex – ergo you want to fuck, if you prefer."

"Hm-mm," Dannie acknowledged and she started to lead us out of the bathroom. Before we took another step, Dannie loosened her grip and I took the chance to swing her around and I hoisted her lite frame over my shoulder. She burst out laughing as she playfully beat against my back.

"Lemme down, you brute," she said as she nuzzled my neck.

"Me Zeke ... me make crazy fuck thingy with pretty lady."

"Okay, no more long showers for you, mister. It dehydrates your brain."

"Promises, promises," I retorted before I rather unceremoniously dropped her onto her bed.

Dannie rolled around to face me when I climbed onto the bed. She supported herself on her elbows and opened her thighs to me, her inviting pink slit was ready and willing. 

"Are you wet for me?" I asked. 

"You betcha," Dannie answered. I reached between her legs and slid a finger across her crease and then then savored her musky scent. It triggered an immediate response – my cock hardened even more. Dannie glanced at her dresser. 

"Say it," I ordered. I reached towards her dresser and pulled open a drawer and saw a string of silver wrappers. I tore one off and dramatically grabbed a corner with my teeth and pulled hard. Debbie watched with fascination as I slid the condom over my erection. "Say it."

"I want you in me, Ezekiel Holland. I want you to fuck me."

I inched forward and placed my cock at the opening of her cunt. I marveled at the contrast my skin made with hers. I pushed onward and slowly entered her. Dannie took a breath as I went deeper into her. I grabbed her knees and brought them to my shoulders and I took a slow thrust. Out till only a half-inch was left in; in till she moaned when my pubes touched hers and gently crushed her clit.

"How do you want it?" I asked, gently moving in and out of her, a few millimeters at a time.

"Hard. Hard and fast." Dannie bit her lower lip. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue sinking deep into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue while I started to fuck her. It was slow at first, allowing me to gauge how deep she could take my length – when we reached a comfortable pace I sped up.

"Oh yeah ..." Dannie moaned. The bed was rattling under the force of our lovemaking. My balls were smacking against her ass and her perky tits bounce wildly. She arched her back and tried to match my rhythm, but her concentration must have been broken by the orgasm she was having.

"Zeke!" She cried. I had suddenly stopped mid-thrust, my back arched so I could be as deep as I could in her pussy. I followed up with a series of controlled movements – in deep, hold a few seconds, and then in deep again. The way Dannie's pussy was tight around my cock, despite the occasional harshness of my fucking, was like a heavenly vise held me tight. Her face contorted with pleasure, anxiousness and desperate desire; every time I sank deep into her and stayed immobile, her hot pussy seemed to pulsate around my cock.

"Don't stop," she mewed. 

"What did you say?" I asked. "You want me to stop? Okay."

When I started to pull out, she violently wrapped her legs around my waist. "You ain't going anywhere, Mr Doughboy."

"Don't call me doughboy," I whispered. I sprawled my legs and placed my elbows on each side of Dannie's head and I raised myself a few inches out of her pussy. I motioned a pillow and she raised her ass a bit off the bed and slid the pillow under it. I then let myself drop into her pussy.

"Awwww ..." Dannie moaned as I started to pound her pussy. Each downward stroke took me a bit deeper and Dannie exhaled excitedly as her cunt stretched and swallowed my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist once again and locked her ankles just above my ass. Within a few moments she was rising off the bed each time I fucked her and our sexes were crashing together when we fell back on the bed. The mattress creaked and the head of the bed banged against the wall and Dannie shook while we pistonned each other like the world was going to end and all we wanted to do was die in bliss. 

"Sotight!" I gasped as a single word; her pussy was making a sickly sexy sucking sound as it fought to hold on to my member. Sweat was flying off us like moisture in a rain forest and we were gasping for air from pleasure as much as from fatigue.

"Baby, we got to slow down," Dannie whispered into my ear as she unclasped her ankles and rested her legs back onto the bed. 

"Right," I answer. "I got this position that can help us catch our breath." 

I told Dannie to stay on her back while I tossed the pillow under her ass to the side. I then had her raise her knees and I laid down on my side and had her lower her legs on my thigh. From this "T" position, I found the crease between her thighs and I slipped easily into her pussy. Dannie let out a little sigh as I started to stroke in and out of her moist nook.  

"Oh yeah," Danni moaned. I was moving only my pelvic region and the slow sensual rhythm we achieved spread a sense of heat across my body. I could feel Dannie's pussy suffering tremors of pleasure as her breathing came in deep, open-mouth inhalations. She grabbed my hand sometimes and locked her eyes to mine and had was overcome with a faraway look. I knew then she reached a trance like state somewhere akin to total bliss.

My own pleasure was slowly building as Dannie's cunt was guiding me towards orgasm with the primordial language of lust. I watched as Dannie let go of my hand and reached between her legs and started to rub her clit. I started to fuck her faster and she rubbed her clit in harmony with my strokes and our combined effort brought her to another shattering orgasm.

"Zeke, baby, how can you last so long?" Dannie asked as her breathless voice came back to her..

"At my age, babe, you learn how to pace yourself," I said. 

"Aw, is grandpa Doughboy getting tired?" Dannie said as she started contracting her ass muscles, tightening her grasp on my cock.

"Oh, that's it Hudson," I snarled. I pulled out of her and she squealed and giggled when I grabbed her ankles and dragged her to the edge of the bed. 

"Get on your stomach," I ordered. Dannie complied with a smile and I slipped a pillow under her stomach, raising her ass off the bed. Because she was smaller and had a low bed, her knees dangled off the edge of the bed so I grabbed her ankles and lifted them to relieve the pressure of her back. I then put my left foot on the bed, effectively crossing her left leg. I let go of her right ankle for a second and I aligned my cock with her pussy and I pushed into her. 

"God Dannie!" I exclaimed as I started to fuck her with a pendulum motion as I rocked on the leg I kept on the floor.

"Oh Zeke YES!" Dannie answered. The angle at which my cock entered her pussy was very step and I must have hit a whole new area of pleasure because Dannie was moaning and sighing with an abandon I hadn't even imagined. For my own part, the odd angle and the rocking motion of our bodies was pulling me away from any kind of reason I was more than willing to relinquish.

Droplets of sweat beaded on our bodies as Dannie's juices dripped freely from her dark slopping cunt and I felt a freedom akin to a blissful free fall. All I felt was the velvety grasp of her pussy, telling me it wanted me and that it wasn't going to stop until it had consumed me. My mind was full of images of Dannie's ebony beauty being ravaged by my desire and all I had to do was open my eyes and behold her trembling body – her ass was jiggling under my pounding and I saw that she was gripping the blankets and moaning and sighing.

"There! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. I had let go of her ankles and she had brought her knees onto the bed and her ass was raised into the air and she had brought her chest close to her knees. I had switched legs on which to support my weight and I was holding on to her curvy hips and I was fucking with all the passion I possessed. Dannie stiffened for a second while I continued to spear her – her breath esc apedand she came again. 

"Oooohhh baaaaabyyyy," she moaned as she slipped a hand between her thighs and played with her clit. I fucked her hard, surprised at my own stamina and under a wild impulse, the room echoed with the smacking of skin on skin.

Dannie growled with an animalistic fury that demanded more and I smacked her firm ass again and again. While I did that she was gyrating her pelvis in some kind of cat and mouse game – I never hit quite the same place twice but my hand was starting to sting a bit. After a few seconds I realized these gyrations were an invitation and I grabbed her hips to steady her and I unleashed all I had and we fucked to the point where we had pushed the bed across the room and it was now banging the opposite wall.

"Daannniieee!" I cried as the pressure in my balls could no longer be withheld and I exploded withing the confines of the condom. Dannie felt my cock bulge and she rocked her ass to amplify my orgasm. My entire body shook as blinding pleasure intoxicated my senses and I released gushing pulse after gushing of what I felt had to be the core of my being into this woman.

As my orgasm subsided, I pulled out of Dannie. I slipped off the condom – it looked to be half full with my come. I tossed it into the waste basket she kept by her bed. I watched as she got up, looked at me with a longing and went to the bathroom. I pulled the covers back and slid underneath. The room was filled with the smell of our combined fragrances. I still felt a bit drunk from the sex when she came back and jumped into bed besides me.

Dannie yawned as she he snuggled up against me. She rested her head on my chest and I caressed her silky hair.

"Sleep," I whispered. "We still have some night for dreams." 

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Sun leaked through the drawn curtains and I opened my eyes as a sliver on sunlight bathed Dannie's features, I watched, silently, as her features crossed from dark chocolate to amber under the sunlight.

I felt a smile populate my sleepy features and Dannie opened her eyes,

"Good morning," she whispered. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Did you sleep?"

"Enough," I answered. "You?"

"Oh, yes," she said and kissed me before climbing out of bed. She pulled the curtains aside and the room flooded with warm sunlight. "I had good dreams, last night. Dreams about a good man. You're a good man, Zeke."

I left the bed and joined her by the window. I wrapped my hands around her waist and kissed her neck.

"You know, I've never spent any time with you during the day."

"That, Zeke, is about to change."



Interlude from Work



I had just turned fifty a few months ago, in the spring. My husband works long periods in the Middle East, in the construction business. He comes home for a week every seven weeks or so - six weeks on, one week off. My one boy graduated college this year and my other is taking a second gap year before starting college. Right now he spends most of the year up in New England, honing his hockey skills. My elder moved back home after graduation and has a full-time job a few miles away while he decides what he wants to do with his life.

I live in the suburbs and have a full-time job which allows me to work from home at least two days a week. I like that a lot, because the commute is well over an hour, one way. It can be up to two hours in bad traffic.

My husband has pretty much lost all interest in sex. When he comes home, he's usually too tired for the first two or three days, then he starts dedicating every waking moment to pet projects around the house and yard and before I know it, he's headed back to Oman again. We're not too badly matched in that respect. When I was younger, I had a fair-sized sex drive, but over the years it's just dwindled and dwindled. I feel the urge to get off maybe once a month (right before my period) and take care of myself on those occasions, usually in my bed at night before I go to sleep.

There's no doubt I could afford to lose twenty or thirty pounds. I have a larger frame to start with, so the weight doesn't look as bad as it could on me, but I can feel the layer of extra flesh all over my torso where I really don't need it. My boobs never quite shrank back down to pre-nursing size (even after 18 years!), but now they're not as self-supporting as they used to be and need to be firmly anchored most of the time, with a sports bra being my restraint of choice. A bunch of weight sits on my hips and my butt and my husband often makes fun of me for it (he's a workout freak). I do a bit on the treadmill most days - if I didn't, I'd probably look and feel far worse!

What else about me? Brown hair which I sometimes get dyed with auburn highlights, straight and hanging down to my bra-strap in the back. Dark brown eyes and a very strong jawline. My complexion isn't the greatest, but I almost automatically put on foundation after a shower, to even out the excess of rather large pores in some areas. I think it would be fair to say I never step beyond the end of the driveway without makeup and jeans (I'm very conscious of my legs) on, no matter the season.

So where did I stray from the straight-and-narrow? I'm getting moist just thinking about it again, pressing my thighs together and shivering slightly. I have a very dear friend with whom we've enjoyed an on-again, off-again mutual flirtation over several years. I originally met him (let's call him Graham, here) at work and we would drift together and apart again over the years. Right now, we were closer again, as I was often lonely and Graham lived about an hour away and has no air conditioning in his house. The summer of 2015 has been too hot and humid for his work-from-home comfort on some occasions, so when there's been nobody other than myself home here, I've invited him up to work from here, too. As long as we don't both have conference calls at the same time (where we both have to talk), we can sit at opposite ends of the kitchen table and work happily. If we do have a conflict, one of us will go into my study and take their call from there.

This was a Monday in August and it was hot and humid. Graham arrived in time to set up for his 7am call and we both got a coffee and settled in for the morning. He was facing down the length of the table toward the patio doors and I was facing up the length of the table toward him (and the front hallway). Lunchtime came and I offered to get us sandwiches from my local Panera, which I brought home and we ate as we continued to work (well, ok - I was surfing more than working during the lunch period!).

Three o'clock approached and the room started to darken a little. Thunder rumbled in the distance and I got up and turned around to look out the patio door. I stood there for maybe a minute or so, watching the dark clouds approach in the distance, with little flashes of lightning now and again. It looked like the bulk of the storm was going to pass to the north. Pity, we could have used the rain.

It was then I sensed someone (Graham, obviously) standing directly behind me. He's just a tad taller than me and I felt his chin resting on my right shoulder - I was ok with that, hardly the first time. But this time, he also placed his hands around the sides of my waist, just above the waistband of my jeans. Not firmly, but most definitely a presence. I stiffened a bit and felt his breath on my right ear.

Then he kissed me, firmly but gently, on my neck beneath my ear. He withdrew the kiss and placed another one, very deliberately, just a fraction higher. Then he moved right behind my ear, all in the space of a very short time. And this time he whispered "What does it take to get you aroused?" as he stepped closer to me, his groin making distinct contact with my jean-clad butt. He didn't squirm or move back and forth, or even press in harder. He kept the position as I held my breath, unsure what to do.

When I hadn't immediately reacted, I suppose Graham took that as a sign of encouragement (or lack of discouragement) and started to slide his right hand around my waist, headed for my belly. His upper arm made contact with the side of my right boob, as my bra held it in place under my pullover. I know he deliberately tensed his arm muscle in order to make my boob jiggle a little. I'm usually VERY picky about whom I let touch my boobs or my butt, but I was like a deer in the headlights, paralysed. I didn't lift a finger to stop him and didn't try to step away. I was giving him free reign over my not-the-greatest body! Part of me was wondering where this was leading and how far he'd go. Another part of me was in total denial regarding the intimacy now taking place.

As his fingers slid under my pullover and inside my waistband just to the right of my belly-button, I remembered to breathe again. The inward breath actually helped his exploration a little, as my tummy drew in, creating more space for his invading hand. Inside my jeans he slid, and also inside the front of my panties. He resumed his gentle kisses around my neck and ear. Still, I did not protest. The sensation of his groin against my butt was starting to change, though. Now I could feel his hardening being pushed against my cheeks as Graham wriggled his hips back and forth a little, seeking the stimulation of touch.

His fingertips made it to the top of my pubic hair, which I keep short and nicely groomed. While I'm far from bald down there, you'll never find a stray hair in my panties. I realized I was holding my breath again and very slowly let it out and took in another deep one. The area behind my right ear felt almost as if it was burning now, from Graham's persistent kisses.

"Do you like it when I press against you like this?" he murmured to me, shimmying his package against my butt, making me wobble a bit more than I cared to admit. I could feel the outline of his hardness now, trying to nestle in a vertical position between my too-ample cheeks. "What about when I do THIS?" Graham asked as the tips of his fingers made it down to my mons. I quietly moaned in response. I was so powerless to stop anything. I had never been this turned-on when still fully clothed, standing inside the patio door of my own kitchen.

One of his fingers extended a little further and made contact with the start of my groove. My nether lips are almost insignificant, the short hairs covering the tight slit down there. He shifted round a bit to the right, enabling both him to extend his reach a couple inches, and myself to shift my left foot slightly to open my stance a little, granting him the access we both desired. He was quick to take advantage, too, curling the end of his finger and pushing through my wiry hair into my private crevice. He slipped in very easily, finding me already quite slick. My breathing quickened and increased in intensity.

"I know what you would like", Graham whispered, as he withdrew his fingertip just enough to find the hood over my sensitive pearl. His finger felt cool to me, but it was probably just in comparison to my own raging heat. I had never been so deliberately helpless and so certain this was what I wanted at the same time. He started little circular motions with the slickened pad of his finger around my hood. I'm sure he could feel my clit starting to grow hard under his touch.

"I know what you would like", he repeated, with a hint of a smile in his voice. I didn't answer, but closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensations his fingertip was inspiring in my clit. When was the last time I had my period? I figured it was likely nearly a month ago, so it had also been just as long since I had last relieved my own pressures. Maybe the timing was just right all around.

He started gently thrusting his clothed member against my butt-crack, through two pairs of pants and (I assumed) two pairs of underwear. "You'd like to feel the head of my cock sliding between your butt cheeks, ever so slowly, then pressing upward against your asshole, wouldn't you?" he went on.

I know I audibly moaned at that. On the one hand, the thought was all but unthinkable, such an action beyond reasonable and certainly not one I had even contemplated during my darkest fantasies. On the other hand, the pure naughtiness and illicit nature of his proposal fired me up even more and enticed me to push my butt back against him, curving the small of my back so he could maintain his ministrations to my emerging clit.

My own husband had never strayed or played "back there", pronouncing it "dirty and exit-only". Once in a while, I would rub a fingertip around my exit while "polishing the pearl" up-front. When I was really aroused, it would amplify the erotic sensations coursing through my pelvis.

"Would you like that?" he asked. "Would you be able to stand the naughty feeling of my cock pressing against your neglected little asshole?" God, he knew the words to set me off. I'm sure I was dripping by now, as I felt my panties stick uncomfortably to me.

"Take off your jeans and your panties" Graham instructed. I didn't give a second thought to the fact I was standing by the patio door - my yard was private anyway, surrounded by a fence, hedges and bushes. I moved my hands from the glass door and unfastened my jeans around his hand, then shimmied them down my legs. My panties quickly followed, sticking a bit as I had anticipated, before plopping to join my jeans on the floor. I stepped out of them with my left foot, leaving them pooled around my right.

With his left hand, Graham had managed to undo his own shorts and let them drop to the floor, followed by his boxers. I felt his member slap against my now-bare butt. His left hand fell onto my left cheek with a thwack, making my flesh jiggle. "Ow!" I let out, "that wasn't necessary!"

Graham ignored my protest and grabbed a handful of now-smarting butt cheek, pinching it too firmly. I winced again, while at the same time he used his left foot to kick my left foot further from my right. Both my hands were back against the glass door now and I was essentially naked from my waist to my ankles. I felt the heat of his cock pressed between my cheeks and wiggled a little to encourage further exploration. I didn't have to wait long.

Using the handful of butt flesh in his left hand, Graham slowly pried my cheeks apart and pulled back slightly, allowing his cock to slide forward until the tip was indeed pressed against my private, rear hole. It felt like a hot arrow, just indented enough to give an indication of possible discomfort to come. I moaned again, pressing back onto his cock as his clit-strokes increased in intensity. He jiggled my butt a little, causing a slightly-deeper penetration every few seconds. God, this felt so wrong, but so amazing. The degree of intimacy yet exhibitionism at the same time was a whole new, delicious experience for me.

Then, suddenly, the pressure on my asshole was gone, as Graham withdrew, removed his fingers from my slit, kicked off the remainder of his shorts and walked over to the pantry. I could see his reflection in the glass door as he quickly scanned the shelves, selected his target and returned to where I was shaking slightly. He opened the bottle of cooking oil, poured some into his hand and placed the bottle on the table behind us, next to my laptop.

Slurping sounds, as he stroked his cock through the fistful of oil a few times, prepping himself for an easier entry. Easier? I had no idea if he could even get it in "back there". As my husband always said "exit-only!"

Content with the degree of lubrication, Graham pushed down a little between my shoulders to bend me over a bit more and I walked my hands down the door maybe a foot or so. My back wasn't quite horizontal, but it was probably halfway there. Then he resumed his assault on my butt, landing one, two, three firm smacks with his oil-covered hand. Those ones really reverberated around the room and my senses all seemed heightened as a result. I could literally feel the handprints radiating heat from my right cheek.

Then a brief "rummage" (for want of a better word) and Graham's cock slid easily between my thighs, right past my asshole to my slit. That was soon followed by a quick adjustment to gain the desired angle and once more I felt the pressure of the tip pressing into my nether hole. I tried not to tense up too much, but this wasn't going to be easy.

"My cock, in your ass. How would you like that?" he asked, pausing between every word and punctuating his words with short stabs toward that naughtiest of goals. And sure enough, I felt myself open up, a little at a time. It wasn't exactly pleasurable, but it wasn't painful, either. Uncomfortable would be a good word for it. I was so not used to being open back there. It almost felt like I had to poop, but not quite.

I was pleased when he took the base of his cock with his left hand and returned the fingers of his right hand to my slit, no doubt finding it awash with my own juices by then. I felt a scooping sensation as three fingers dipped into me, then they retreated to entertain my throbbing clit. That was enough of a nice distraction for Graham to push a little more firmly into my ass. I had expected the initial invasion of the head to be the worst part, but it felt like it was getting thicker and thicker after that, opening me wider and wider. I could feel my rectum being stretched both around and upward as Graham filled me with what seemed a surprisingly large cock. I hadn't actually seen it, yet!

I have never, ever felt so full in my life as when he stopped feeding it into me. I felt like I was impaled on a fence-post or something of that size. I literally could not move either leg as he just held me there, fingers dancing on my clit and my ass stuffed with his cock, all the way to the base as I felt his groin against my butt.

"Please, please...make me cum!" I begged, as sweat started to pour down my neck and back. He had me right on the edge and he knew it. He had total control over me right then. His fingers scooped inside my vagina one more time and this time he pushed back against the membrane which separates my passages. If I thought I couldn't feel more full earlier - I was so wrong! I could feel my own juices running down the inside of my thighs. I saw a glop of my natural lubricant fall to the floor next to my jeans. I shook my head in disbelief at the sensations I was encountering, never before.

"Please..." I pleaded again, hoping against hope he would take pity on me and place my satisfaction before his. I needn't have worried. His middle finger returned to my clit with a new level of intensity, while at the same time he withdrew his cock ever so slightly from my rear passage, maybe no more than a fraction of an inch and slowly slid it back in again. It didn't take more than a half dozen strokes like that to push Graham over the edge as I felt his cock grow even larger inside of me and spurt one, two, three times into what I assumed was my bowels. Quite a new sensation for me! And lo and behold, that was enough to trigger my orgasm as I once again considered just how naughty we were being. I shook, I clenched, a cramp formed in my right calf, the insides of my ass squeezed down really, really hard on his cock and I must have exhaled for thirty seconds, before gasping for breath and trying to push him out my ass. I was suddenly very uncomfortable back there, feeling like I really did have to poop and not realizing at first the only thing I had to poop out was Graham's cock and a few gobs of his cum. But I was so tight back there. And he was relentless, in no hurry to withdraw, almost seeming to enjoy my discomfort.

"I could stay here forever", he whispered, "your ass fits my cock better than any glove I could imagine." He wiggled a little, causing the slightest degree of a withdrawal. I was hoping he would soften-up soon - it would surely be easier then. He wasn't softening. He was still hard. He realized this too and started very, very slowly sliding out and in, no more than an inch or so at a time. I couldn't take much more and was truly starting to get tender back there.

"Please, no more, not today" I asked Graham, reaching around with one hand to press his belly away from my butt. I was on the verge of tears, but not really tears of pain, just of discomfort and confusion. I had cheated on my husband, but not with the passage he would occasionally visit. I had let Graham use me, but had enjoyed the vast majority of it - and I had experienced my most intense ever orgasm. I was so thankful for so much, yet right then all I wanted was to regain possesion of my own body, for myself.

I pushed him more firmly, bearing down as if I really was trying to poop this time, and his cock slid all the way out, still hard. "Please", I asked Graham as I stood upright, "I think it's best if you clean up and go now. I need some time to myself." He smiled at me, leant over and kissed my nose.

"Thank you", he said, "I was pretty sure you'd enjoy it in the end."



Interlude in the Dark



Furtive glances give way to lingering eye contact between them during the pauses in conversation. They have been talking for quite a while in the waiting room of the hospital waiting for word on the newborn baby of a mutual friend. The discussion inevitably turns to sex, as it seemed to always do, whether they were alone with each other or with the group of neighbors talking late into the night over frozen margaritas and cigarettes. 

The sexual tension mounts between them as their conversation continues. They each wonder silently, yet in unison, if the other is thinking the same thing. 

"I have an idea" he says suddenly, almost out of nowhere, giving voice to her thoughts. 

"Oh really? And what would that be?" she replies, her own mind not daring to hope that he is about to confirm her desire. 

"Are you up for some fun?" he asks, flashing a mischievous grin. 

"I am always up for fun. What did you have in mind?" (surely he is not thinking the same thing I am.) she thinks to herself. His grin makes her body flush with the prospect. 

"Follow me" he stands, taking her hand in his "and close your eyes." 

He leads her out the door of the waiting room and she lets out a little giggle. In her darkness she can sense that she is being guided down the corridor, turning a corner, and then down another corridor. 

"Don't you peak now. This will be more fun if you don't open your eyes at all." 

Her body tingles with anticipation of what is in store. Her mind was racing with the possibilities. Another corner, a few more steps, a door latch sounds and a door creaks open. The carpet underfoot turns too hard tile. She can feel that the room is small by a slight change in air pressure and it smells clean and slightly antiseptic, but not unpleasant. She can briefly see bright light through her closed eyelids, hears him close and lock the door, a quick click of the light switch and she sees nothing but blackness. 

"Now, feel free to back out at anytime, okay? I don't want you to do this unless you really want to. Are you alright?" he says, now tentative and sounding a little nervous. 

"Well, we haven't actually done anything yet." She says, now a little nervous herself, but starting to shiver with anticipation of what he has in mind. 

Then, without speaking, he moves himself behind her, taking her shoulders in his strong hands. He begins to gently but firmly knead the muscles there. He feels her relax under his hands, head thrown back. Applying pressure with his thumbs and fingertips, digging gently to the outermost muscles of her shoulders. Alternating fingertips and palms, he can hear her moan almost inaudibly through parted lips. He judges that he is having the desired affect. 

She opens her eyes now, but it makes no difference. The room is in utter darkness. Her only sensory perceptions are his hands on her, the sounds of each of their breathing echoing in the small room and the rhythmic beating of her own heart. 

Applying pressure to her shoulder muscles now, neck muscles, running both thumbs simultaneously down her spine, moving down her back. Down her sides, taking care not to tickle her ribs, massaging only. He bends her slightly forward and she places her hands on the countertop to counter-balance as his pressure increases. 

"Okay, I am going to raise your shirt- it will feel much better on your skin that way." 

She only replies "That's fine". 

He lifts the hem of the t-shirt and pulls it up half way, rubbing his hands briskly together to warm them before touching her bar skin. He begins again and she responds to his touch with a groan. Using the heels of both his hands on her scapula muscles, with more pressure now and working them in a slow, circular motion up and down her back, leaving no muscle untouched. The low sounds of her pleasure reassures him that it feels good to her. He imagines in the darkness her beautiful lips parting, her tongue keeping them moist, her gently knawing her lower lip in enjoyment of his ministrations. The thought of this arouses him, he begins to grow hard now and ever so slightly presses his hardness against her. He feels her body react instinctively to him and presses back hard in response. 

He then gently touches his lips to her skin and kisses wetly and sweetly, tracing his tongue down her spine, leaving a small wet trail there. Alternately kissing and licking his way down, then up then down her back again, still massaging in the same manner as before. 

He pauses, "You okay with this?" he asks, again tentative. 

"What do you think?" she replies and lets out a little giggle. 

"Good. Feel free to stop me at any time." 

"Don't count on it." she says, a smile evident in her voice. 

Feeling encouraged, he then without speaking begins to massage her lower back once again, moving his hands around to her belly and upward, feeling her ribs and pressing his fingers along them, drinking in the sensuality of the moment. His hands eventually found her full, soft breasts and he cups them, massaging firmly, rubbing in gentle, circular motions. He sensitive fingers find her nipples, now fully erect, and pinches them between his thumb and forefingers, bringing a light low gasp of surprised arousal. He is now fully hard, and presses himself harder against her lovely bottom. She pushes against him and raises herself; her back pressed to his chest, wanting him. She moans again as he continues to massage her breasts cupped in his hands, her hair now at his face. 

He kisses her neck, gently biting and sucking, finding her earlobe and gently suckling it too. Kissing her jawbone, the muscle running along the side of her neck, raising her hair and kissing the nape of her neck. She turns her head and their mouths find each other, tongues darting quickly to meet each other in the darkness. 

Now moving down once again below the shirt that is bunched up around her neck, he traces wet kisses up and down her back as before. His hands move from her breast to her tummy, lingering now for a long second, then moving to the button of the khaki shorts she is wearing. He relieves the button of its' burden with one hand, the other handling the zipper. His hands move the waistband of the shorts downward, another gasp escapes her lips. She feels him moving his body against her, moving slightly away, then tracing yet another wet trail down her body, pausing at her lower back to place a few more moist kisses there. 

He places his hands on her derriere and resumes the massage, gently parting the cheeks and rubbing the muscles there with the entirety of his hand. Moving his hands around so that his fingers were on the outside of her thighs, rubbing with his palms again, slowly, firmly, dragging his fingernails lightly up the skin. He searches gently for the waistband of her panties and pulls them down her lovely legs and off her feet, her alternately standing on first one foot then the other, flinging them behind. 

He then pushes gently on her upper back, indicating to her that he wants her to bend slightly. She complies without resistance or hesitation, placing her hands on the countertop again. He feels goose bumps rise on her buttocks and legs from the chilly hospital air and rubs her skin to warm her. 

Then kissing the top of her of buttocks near the small of her back, leaving a wet trail down the valley formed there, her body shivers. Following his way to the outside, along her sensuously curving hip, turning to kiss the backs of her thighs, down to the knee pit, nibbling. She presses against him, bending over further to expose herself more fully to him. He faintly smells her aroma and this excites him even more; his head swims in heady desire for her. His kisses grow closer to her sacred place and she begins to moan more audibly now. He licks long traces now from outside her labia along the crevices found there, drinking in her skin and natural fragrance as her moans grow more distinct. The dew of her arousal on his tongue has the effect of fine wine. A moan from deep within him escapes his lips as he finally tastes her juices, gently parting her lips with his tongue. She reaches behind and opens herself for him more, now bending over even further. He is able now to put his lips fully on her, parting them and penetrating more deeply. His lips sucking at the petals of her womanhood, his tongue reaching desperately inside her, alternating penetrations and flicking her clitoris with the end. He raises his hand to between her legs and inserts first one finger, then two, feeling her push against his hand, moaning. He draws his fingers out and licks the moisture from them. 

He turns her around to face him now. If her face were visible in the darkness, he would have seen her eyes half-closed, head turned slightly upward, face flushed. He again fingers her gently and brings them to her mouth this time, allowing her to taste her own desire, which she did eagerly. Then their lips met, perfectly this time. Mouths parted, they slowly explored each other in a deep kiss. 

He then kisses her cheek and speaks again. "Sit up here..." and signals in the darkness by patting the countertop. 

She jumps up upon to it, inhaling quickly at the coldness of the hard surface. The cold, stainless steel counter is in deep contrast to the radiating heat and wetness of her. She could almost see the sensations dancing before her sightless eyes in full technicolor. Her new resting place is quickly warmed with her heat and her body returns its attention to what was coming. 

He kisses her again deeply for a few seconds and begins to work his way down her body once more, her legs on each side of his body. As she supports herself with her arms behind her, he kneels in front of her, as though making obeisance to Galatea, a goddess of his own making. Taking one of her legs in each of his hands, his head now between her legs, he kissed the insides of her thighs, massaging the muscles there and mouthing his way toward the place that she now desperately wants his mouth. 

Nibbling and sucking the tender region between the center of her pleasure and her thigh muscle, where the tendon is stretched taught by legs spread. Long tongue traces from her buttocks to her pubic mound, tracing an ever-narrowing circle to the center of her womanhood, but teasingly avoiding the bare skin of her lips. Both legs now resting on his shoulders, his arms on the outside of her thighs, his hands coming to rest on her lower belly, he put his mouth full on her, parting her labia in a deep tongue kiss. Her gasp and ever increasing moans tells him he is touching the correct places. The tip of his tongue alternately buried deep inside her and flicking the hood of her clitoris, concentrating his efforts on first one then the other; the aroma and taste of her sex intoxicating him. Her breathing deepens and the sounds of her pleasure echoes off the hard, cold tile walls. Her excitement and the energy of her thrusts against his mouth make him feel on the edge of climax himself. 

He senses that she is approaching the cliff's edge and he presses his mouth harder against her. She is poised now with one hand on the back of his head, pulling him deeper into her and her other still supporting herself on the countertop. Her head, thrown back in ecstasy, heels dug firmly into his back, trying desperately to pull his entire body into her, toes curled hard to the ceiling. The stifled sounds come only as a low moan, her hips now thrusting in earnest. His tongue reaching as deeply as it can inside her, and she comes in long slow tidal waves. The waves of orgasm crash through her mind, leaving their evidence in his mustache, beard, on his lips, running down his cheeks, dripping onto the floor. 

Now, she relaxes in the aftermath, leaning back against the wall. Both hands rest gently and easily on his head, running her fingers through his hair, allowing her legs to lie limp over his shoulders. He continues to nuzzle her, knowing of her sensitivity after the event, and careful not to subject her to undue torture. He keeps his mouth on her, still gently kissing, nibbling her outer lips and licking her juices from the inside of her thighs and from his own lips. 

Within only a few minutes, she begins to feel the stirrings of arousal again from deep within her. Sensing this, he catches her eyes with his and smiles. His eyes still on hers, he extends his middle finger and slowly, ever so slowly slides it into her. She moans again, her head moving back in unison with the inward motion. He licks her clitoris, spreading the skin with his left hand, exposing it to his tongue. He moves his other hand, making a "come here" sign with his finger inside her, massaging the topmost regions of her womanhood, behind the pubic bone, moving in and out and in again, slowly at first then more quickly as the signs of her pleasure increases. She grabs both his wrists one in each of her hands and lets escape a long, low moan as she comes again. 

After she climaxes for the second time, he rises. Taking her face gently in his hands, he kisses her softly and speaks. 

"That was wonderful." 

"I think that is what I am supposed to say. It was wonderful. I want to thank you, but that would sound kind of strange. But thank you." 

"No, thank you." and he smiles at her. 

He helps her with her panties and shorts, which now were strewn somewhere in the darkness, and once dressed, they pause in the darkness for a final slow, deep kiss and a warm hug, full bodies pressed together for lingering seconds. 

They walk together silently, in unconscious synchronous movement, back to the waiting room, both feeling a deep contentment. The slightly awkward silence broken only when they sat opposite one another again, look into each other's eyes, and begin giggling uncontrolled. 

She says simply "That was fun."



Interlude in the Heavens



The Elysian fields were rife with the yells of bloodlust, lust and drunken revelry as warriors drank, fucked and spilt each other's blood around the three women who sat on the grass just outside of the pub/knick knack shoppe "The Druid's Ample Buttocks". No one looked twice at the odd trio; a spirit, quasi-mortal vestibule for a triad of goddesses and a goddess who sat splayed out bracing themselves with their arms in a semi circle, each looking at their own toes. As the three were morosely contemplating their toes; Boadicea, a Celtic Queen who had once been trapped inside a broad sword but once the sword had been shattered, her spirit left the mortal and now was lamenting over the taste of blood on her cold steeled body being lost possibly forever, Moria who was morose over the folly of three old women, her creators, who hadn't cared to notice two mortals within their sanctuary, now the Earth was splintered and the third, the goddess Chuang-Mu, not happy that she let her standards for sexual partners sink so low to sleep with the same mortal for a second time. 

Though all different forms, one a goddess, one a spirit and one a creation, they all had one common thread: the mortal Jared Club. It was through their individual relationship with him that they had agreed to meet. After the initial meeting, the three, free from clothing as none was needed in the Elysian Fields, began to talk about sex. The goddess and the spirit had many experiences to laugh rudely about, but the human created by three goddesses to experience the world of mortals, had not. She had laid with a man only once, a drunken farce that she could hardly remember and she knew for sure that she had never had an orgasm. She asked what a good lover was like. The answer was squishy mud; the answer both confused Moria and peeked her interest in investigating the allegation. She rose from where the three were as she excused herself from the meeting in order to find a wet field to put her feet in so she could no what squishy mud felt like.

"Well if you're looking for something squishy," Chuang-Mu purred as spun around and spread her legs open, opening her pubic lips with two fingers, "I do have something that you may find suits your wants."

Moria was stunned, and weakly responded with, "Excuse me?" She found her self embarassed of being enticed by the dark creamy hue of the goddess's skin and the rich pinkness of the inner sex that glistened in the sunlight. What was she thinking? Why was the descending pinkness into a mysterious darkness leaving her throat dry?

"I, for one, am surprised that you are surprised," Chuang-Mu said, her fingers still keeping her lips spread for the vessel to peer into her. She took her middle finger and began stroking her inner walls; jiggling the worm before the fish. She continued after she was sure that Moria's eyes were once again focused on her wetness, "That you have not sampled the petals of a woman, considering what you were created for."

Chuang-Mu's finger held Moria's eyes fast but she was able to answer, "You forget that I was made by three old women who don't even take the time to wipe themselves after cleansing their bodies of waste. They can smell their own rankness below and that hardly makes one thirst to sample what they would think is the same as their own."

"Make no mistake," Chuang-Mu said lustily, "I am the highest quality of womanly nectar and no draft draught. Come and drink me."

Moria was able to break the hold of Chuang-Mu's finger and looked around the field they were in, "Here? In the open? In front of everybody?"

"Why not?" Was Chuang-Mu's response. She released her vaginal folds and began pointing to various people around. "Look around, my dear...over there is a knight mounting his page, balls smacking against balls...and over there, that Amazon has taken to relieving our little Viking of his erection....and over there, Caligula is mating with that tree...and over there is a man satisfying himself with a squirrel. No one will notice or care."

"I-I don't know," Moria admitted, "I just don't know."

Boadicea strolled over to Moria. She pushed a few stray strands of hair out of the vessel's eyes with one hand and gently cupped the woman's left breast with the other. "What's the harm?" Boadicea asked her as Moria began to tremble slightly at the former Celtic queen's touch. "I have spent almost two millennia being the Bronze Age's symbol of the power of the phallus..." 

She grabbed Moria's hand and placed it on her own breast. Moria looked into the spirit's eyes, slightly frightened at the amount of want she was feeling. Boadicea continued to whisper, "Let us discover together if the symbol of man and the epitome of woman can pleasure your flesh as much as the warm flesh blade of a man impaling you can."

Moria struggled with the conflicting emotions that churned inside her; one part flooding over with desire for the touch of these two women, the other part feeling the ghosts of the unwashed Fates' repulsion at the lack of their own personal hygiene. The warmth of Boadicea's breast seeped through every pore of Moria's palm, igniting the possibilities that made her vagina burn. She couldn't move, she stayed immobile even as Boadicea's lips moved toward her.

Both of the spirit's fleshy lips traced Moria's bottom lip lightly, even though it was the softest of touches, tendrils of pleasure shot down from her lips straight down her body, releasing the catch on the floodgates. Moria felt the liquid begin to pool and push against her tight muscles to drip outwardly and open along the crack of her plumping pussy. She took a sharp intake of breath as Boadicea's lips traced her top lip and the rough hand of the spirit began to run up and down over her velvety vulva with a feather like touch.

Boadicea pulled back and trailed her lips over to Moria's right ear again and cooed, "It's up to you; do you want it? Or do you walk away because three old hags can't bear to touch their own pussys? Let Chuang-Mu and I take care..." Boadicea slipped a finger between Moria's pussy lips slightly and then brought her finger up and licked the liquid off the tip, "...of your exploration of the concept of squishy mud?"

With that Boadicea's tongue flicked Moria's earlobe. Moria was mute except for a low moan that escaped from the woman's slightly open mouth.

Boadicea led Moria by the hand down to the goddess, who got up on her knees as Moria knelt down with Boadicea standing her behind her, sliding her pubic mound back and forth along Moria's shoulder blades, the wetness the Celtic spirit erotically evaporating in the Elysian Field sun off of her. The wind was behind her and her nose caught the sweet aroma that Boadicea was leaving on her. She and Chuang-Mu were eye to eye, their respective nipple tips touched ever so softly. Moria took a deep breath and asked the goddess, "What do you wish for me to do?"

Chuang-Mu grabbed the back of Moria's head and brought the vessel's lips to hers and kissed her hard, moving her chest to let the vessel's hardness caress her own hardened nubs. She explored Moria's mouth with her tongue with no hesitation, spurring Moria to do the same. Chuang pulled back to let Moria catch her breath.

Chuang-Mu ran her left hand along Moria's cheek as her right hand caressed Moria's outer thigh. She moved in close, pressing her body against Moria's letting their pubic lips exchange their own moist kiss. 

Moria moaned at the feminine sandwich that she was in the middle of, she had never felt warmer and secure than she did with Boadicea massaging your neck line with her sex while Chuang-Mu heated her front. She wanted to close her eyes and just let every sensation tickle her from the outside in yet wanted to keep her eyes open so that she would see her pleasurers. She timidly brought her hands up and put them on the goddess's hips, gently pulling her even closer into her body. It took all her will not to surrender to it all but concentrated on the brown eyes of the goddess and with a quiver in her voice repeated, "What do you wish for me to do?"

With a voice just above the faintest of whispers Chuang-Mu replied, "You have such soft skin...priviledged skin." The goddess slowly shimmied out of moria's loose grip, and bent down ever so slighty and took in Moria's left nipple, suckling the plump hardness and nipping, each time Moria sucked in her breath and exhaled in a low groan. Chuang-Mu moved her left hand around Moria's knee and slid along to the ankle. Chuang-Mu released the nipple and let her tongue roll across to Moria's right breast; the goddess could feel Moria's trembling anticipation. Without looking up and between flicks of her tongue on the right nipple, Chuang-Mu purred, "Such lovely skin, and your foot is so slim and lithe..." Chuang-Mu straightened up and looked into Moria's eyes and with a lurid tone said, "Baby, I know you want to foot me, so come on baby foot me good and hard. I'll be your squishy mud that you can play for as long as you want in"

Boadicea stepped from her position behind Moria, moved to the human vessel's right side and knelt beside her, she let her left hand slide around the wetness that she had left on the woman's bare back.Moria bristled at the more specific touch than the wide swathe that Boadicea's soft vaginal lips had left. With each inch that the spirit's finger moved, the more Moria knew that she couldn't deny the pulsating yearning that echoed in her mind from her vaginal walls. 

Moria looked at boadicea, then at Chuang-Mu, then set her eyes upon the ground between the two woman. "I want you both," she said, just above a whisper. 

Boadicea lifted up Moria's face with a finger along the woman's chin and brought her eyes to hers. "So you shall," Boadicea said with uncharacteristic kindness; all her mortal and immortal life she had taken what she wanted, but today it was given freely. She would relish this fully, though she would never admit that she saw this as anything but a release of long pent up sexual energy. Boadicea then leaned over and brought her lips onto Moria's. It was a long and slow kiss; there was no rush, no worry that a push was necessary, it was just her tongue exploring a lover's mouth- to feel the texture, to taste the other's saliva, to smell the other's excitement. Moria's right arm moved up and embraced Boadicea's loosely around Boadicea's waist, her fingers moving back and forth along the spirit's side. Boadicea's other hand slithered down to Moria's pubic mound and began to strafe and rub Moria's clit and just along the inside of her vulva -- Moria began to move her hips back and forth to meet Boadicea's down ward strokes, the throbbing deep within her vaginal walls quickly warming her sexed flesh chamber to receive guests.

Chuang-Mu leaned over and ran her tongue along the outline of Moria's left breast, circling inward as her hand reached and fondled the human vessel's ass cheek and the heel it rested upon. Moria responded by placing her left hand on the goddess's back and began to lightly stroke back and forth along the spinal cord, but as Chuang-Mu's lips and tongue closed in on her already aching nipple, the measured strokes became harder, more urgent. When the goddess's lips suckled in Moria's hard plump nipple, her fingers curled and she began to leave faint red traces of her fingernails in the goddess's back. The tingle of pain increased Chuang-Mu's want of the woman, she opened her mouth wide to engulf as much of Moria's breast that she could. 

Moria moaned into Boadicea's mouth with every harsh flick of Chuang-Mu's tongue along the sides of her nipple. Chuang-Mu broke her suction and straightened up her back, grabbed Moria's hair and brought her lips to hers, her tongue lashing relentlessly inside Moria's mouth. Boadicea leaned back down, bringing her legs from underneath her out, resting on one elbow, her other hand free to roam her moist pussy as she watched ravenously as the goddess took the woman with no gentleness. She began to run her palm over her pubic mound, her middle finger hooking her clit with each downward pass.

Chuang-Mu forced Moria from her kneeling position onto her back on the grass. She held the girl's wrists to the grassy fuck mattress with her hands, Moria's only movement would be her hips and her neck; that's all the goddess wanted. 

The goddess began to grind her vaginal folds into Moria's' the pressure and the warmth of the goddess ignited the embers of want that Moria held -- the hardness of the goddess's nipples against her own skin fanned the lustful flames higher. Moria grunted from the roughness, but didn't resist and found herself exploring Chuang-Mu's mouth with her tongue as violently as the goddess was hers. Moria's hands found the goddess's firm buttocks and she curled her fingers around the mounds and found herself pumping the goddess harder and faster into her. 

Moria could feel her clit straining from it's protective cloak, engorged and raw with nerves wanting to be touched; the goddess's grinding served Moria's wish, tickling the knobbish flesh with it's moist warm kisses and caresses. With each thrust, each of the woman's outer lips slashed deeper into the other's inner walls, sending explosions from the nerve endings to render even more gyration of their hips, each hungrily wanting the other deeper within. Moria's mind reeled as she realized that one of the largest bursts of sensation came from Chuang-Mu's own large clit, slick from both her juices and the goddess's own momentarily swirling her own.

"Uhhhh," Moria said between short hard kisses, "You've got such a fucking nice big clitty....fuck it feels soooo goooodddd....."

Chuang-Mu pulled back from Moria and smiled. The vessel snapped her eyes snapped open and as her lip quivered she pleaded, "D-don't s-stop, p-please."

The goddess licked Moria's wetness from her lips and answered, "Oh, I'm not stopping, young one." Chuang-Mu closed her eyes and grunted. Moria looked at the woman who began to shake, her back arching out and then in, she looked as if she was in the throes of a seizure, Moria thought, suddenly becoming concerned. 

Chuang-Mu flashed her eyes open, the blackness of her pupils startled Moria. With a lurid grin, showing her eyeteeth the goddess told the vessel not to look at her face but cast her gaze through her arms, down her chest and the surprise she wanted to give her. Moria could see that the goddess's sex region now glowed with a golden colour. Moria looked back up to Chuang-Mu's black orbed eyes, unsure, questioningly.

As an answer, the goddess stood up, walked over and with her hand shoved Moria's face hard against the glowing flesh. "Taste and you will discover," the goddess purred as the softness of the human vessel's lips and hardness of her nose caused waves of pleasure to surge and release themselves to her very core. 

Moria did as she was bade to do. Her tongue rolled along the sides of the goddess's pink folds, tasting and feeling the spongy smoothness. She brought her face up, letting her tongue find the clitoral hood. Noisily she sucked on along the outer edge, slurping up the goddess's excitement that had hidden itself, a sweet treasure to be found and let her tongue flick the engorged clit with reckless abandonment. Moria felt Chuang-Mu shudder at her tonguey caress and probes; it excited her to know that a being such as the goddess could be pleasured by her. Fueled by her growing lust Moria took the clit between her lips and sucked while with her chin she strafed the goddess's perineum with each suckling motion of her jaw.

Moria felt the bulbous clit as it seemed to swell even larger as she nibbled and hummed its tip as her lips surrounded it. She thought she was imagining things; there was only a certain amount of engorgement a clit would do. She heard the goddess give a pleasurous sigh and say, "For you" as the lithe hands of the goddess slid through Moria's hair. Moria purred and realized that the immortal clit was pushing not only her lips wider apart, but the pressure of it against her teeth was pushing her head back as well.

Moria's mouth popped off as her hands planted themselves firmly on the grass. Chuang-Mu released her hold on the back of her head. Moria watched hypnotically as the moisture laden immortal clit of the goddess began to lengthen and thicken with every pulsation it did. If quickly reached ten inches as Moria gasped; Chuang-Mu willed her clit to remain where it was -- any larger and it wouldn't be excitement from the woman but fear.

Moria's throat dried as the clitoral shaft bobbed teasingly in front of her mouth. Chung-Mu could feel the human vessel's hot breath on the tip of her clit, it ran through the length and straight to her ass hole, causing a quiver through out the way. Moria timidly ran her fingertips down the shaft, it twitched and the goddess moaned. She opened her mouth wide and slowly began to swallow the womanly rod. 

The Goddess shook in pleasure from the moist warmth that surrounded her sensitive tip; each nerve cell exploded with tingles; her juices began to flow from their ducts down past her pussy lips and trickle down her inner thigh and leg. Chuang-Mu had to force herself not to follow the impulse to grab Moria's hair and deeply impale the woman's throat with her throbbing clit.

Moria licked, sucked, nibbled, hummed and stroked with one hand the massive clitoral cock as her other hand worked rubbing and fingering the goddess's vaginal walls that were as slick as a newly watered ice rink -- allowing Moria's fingers to skate easily along the soft flesh of the goddess's sex. Chuang-Mu struggled the urge to buck her hips into the woman's face, instead transfering her desire to ram into rough caresses of Moria's hair. Soon the tingling bursts of pleasure began to lesson as the goddess's clit started to become de-sensatized to the constant attention. 

Chung-Mu brought her hips back and pushed the woman's mouth from her clit and got on her knees. "I'm going to fuck you with my clit," the goddess said in a growl, "I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before...do you want that?"

Moria laid down and spread her legs. She placed her hands around her vaginal lips and pulled them back to give the goddess a view of the slew like innards of her pussy -- she was so horny and wet that she wanted to feel that clit in her. "Oh please, goddess," Moria whimpered, trying to stretch her lips even further apart without taking her eyes off the weaving back and forth pink woman missle.

Chuang-Mu moved her body in close to Moria's, her own pussy rubbed the human vessels. Fuck, the goddess thought to herself, the temptation to just stay like that and let her vaginal folds caress the inner lips of Moria was strong but the raging beat of her clit tip made her decision; she backed off a bit and then bent over, her tip rested just on the outside rim of Moria's gurgling pussy well.

"How's that feel?" the goddess asked the woman, "Will it do for your cock hungry cunt?"

"Ohhhhh," Moria moaned as the clit made small circles on her senstive sheaths of pinkish flesh, "My cunt wants only you, my goddess...take me....fuck me like no man can....fill me...."

The goddess smiled, gave moria a hard kiss as she guided her swollen clit into the ocean of moria's juices and let it sink slowly to her bottom. Moria gave a gutteral groan and kissed the goddess back hard, nipping the immortal's bottom lip.

"Fuck me like the whore you are!" Moria screamed and began to ram her hips up and down the still goddess. The girth and length stretched Moria more than she had ever been before, the initial pain and surprise gave her more resolve and energy, she knew she would never feel this ever again and relished selfishly in all that the goddess could give. Chuang-Mu lasted for a few moments then began to thrust herself to match the human vessel's own.




Interlude in the Heavens



Boadicea watched as Moria wrapped her legs around Chung-Mu's lower back and flexed violently to thrust the goddess deeper into her. Her eyes moved with the up and down motion of the goddess's ass. Never had she seen an ass as sexually stimulating before, but now, watching the two women fuck, Boadicea's lust to demand the expereince.

Chuang-Mu spread her legs slightly, her knees now hugged Moria's hips tightly to allow her thick puffed pussy lips to slap more soundly against the rounded flesh of Moria's ass cheeks. The lowering opened Chuang-Mu's ass crack even further, fully exposing her puckered anus fully to Boadicea; who now watched it move up and down, back and forth with hungry desire: She wanted to feel it, to taste it...oh, did she want to fill it.

Boadicea got up from her prone position and on all fours and like a wolf stalking prey through the thick forest floor, she closed in on the object of her hunger. She stopped when she was only an inch away from where Chuang-Mu's anus was at the apex of her fuck thrust and timidly sniffed. The aroma was that of the juices of the goddess and Moria flowing and lubricating their lustful embrace; but there was another, not pungent as Boadicea would have thought, but slightly sweet, exotic. She watched as a bead of sweat rolled from the top of the goddess's ass crack down to settle, jiggling in the anus -- enticing the spirit to take it.

Boadicea took a deep breath and when Chuang-Mu pulled part of her clit from Moria, she flicked the goddess's anus with her tongue. Chuang-Mu stopped momentarily and groanded. Without turning around she gyrated her hips, moving her clit from side to side to the enraptured Moria delight and as an invite for Boadicea to take a deeper taste. Boadicea brought her hands and placed one on either ass check and licked Chuang-Mu's ass hole a little longer, feeling the dip on her tongue, tasting the sweetness and feeling the pliablility of the hole wanting to be penetrated. 

Chuang-Mu began to thrust her penile shafted clit slowly back into Moria and Boadicea's tongue began to swirl and dip in deeper into the goddess's anus. The slowness made Moria moan louder, Boadicea shot her tongue back and forth into Chuang-mu's anus quickly and as deep as she could making the goddess moan louder and spit out through hisses, "Fuck me, baby.....fuck.....". The spirit, the goddess and the human vessel maintained the slow steady rhythm for minutes before the need to cum had built up to Moria's breaking point and she began to push Chuang-Mu harder and faster into her. Boadicea pulled her face back and wettened her middle finger with her spit and inserted into the back fuck hole of the goddess, the shouted yes told Boadicea that her finger was welcome.

Boadicea began to finger fuck the goddess's asshole at the same rate of Chuang-Mu's thrusts of her clitoris into Moria's flowing pussy. The spirit took her other hand and placed her fist on the goddess's own vagina as it moved back and forth and enter it as well. 

Chuang-Mu screamed in pleasure and her thrusts became more hurried and frantic as she neared her climax threshold as well. All three women were shouting out their pleasure; Moria was the first to cum -- the warmth of her juices spewing out around Chuang-Mu's clit was enough to push the goddess over the edge as well and with a final thrust of her clit into Moria, she locked her hips, trapping Boadicea's fingers not only deep within her ass but deep within her pussy as well. She contracted both her anal and vaginal muscles tight to stave off the eruption but it would not be detered. With a scream she gushed torrents of cum onto the chest of Boadicea, the force of the orgasm travelled through every muscle, it made her clit twitch and sent Moria into a deeper orgasm that she first had. Moria's powerful torrent pushed past the goddess's clit with such power than her cum joined the goddess's on Boadicea's chest -- the warmth of the two women's juices hitting the spirit's chest and lips sent the spirit into a series of orgasms.

Boadicea's cumming made her reel, she fell onto her back and let herself surrender to the orgasmic attack. She ran both sets of fingers along the outline of her pussy, feeling her warmth and bringing it up to rub into the froth that the other women had placed on her.

Chuang-Mu gulped air in greedily, she needed to focus -- if she surrendered to the warmth of Moria's juices seeping into her pores, she would lose the concentration she had on keeping her clit long and hard. She pulled out of Moria and turned around to see Boadicea rubbing her sopping pink hole. The goddess wiggled around, getting her ass comfortably resting on her heels and then grabbed Boadicea by the knees and pulled her hips onto her own knees, letting her long hard clit sit in the folds of the spirit's hot pussy.

"Do you want this, baby?" Chuang-Mu growled to Boadicea. "Do you want my cock sized clit to fuck that sweet hole of yours?"

The goddess's voice broke Boadicea out of her swoon; she could feel the throbbing ten inch clit nestled in her vaginal folds. "Oh yes," Boadicea answered, her hand reaching down and petting the exposed topside of the clit, "Fuck me with your clit, bitch....I want to fucking cum so hard that your pussy fills with me...." Without another word Boadicea gripped the clit and shoved its tip into her wanting vagina. The sensation! Oh did Boadicea want to scream her pleasure of the clit! Different than a cock but at the same time almost as good as feeling that ribbed cock tip plowing into her folds! Fuck she intoned to herself, fuck I'm need to be fucked hard.

Chuang-Mu locked her elbows around Boadicea's knees and slowly began to thrust her clit in and out of the already moaning spirits cum saturated hole. The slickness of her own orgasm was beginning to dry already, the sensation of Boadicea's stickiness and her's adhering to one another and then reluctantly releasing from the other's grip caressed Chuang-Mu's pleasure center, and demanded more. Not one to argue, the goddess began to slam her hard long clit deeper and quicker into the warmth of boadicea's pussy.

Moria grunted, rolled over onto her stomach and, like a new born fawn, shakily rose on her hands and knees, the strength of her orgasms still rippling through every tendon and sinew in her body. She wobbily crawled her way to where Boadicea's upper back rested on the grass while her lower back and hips straddled Chuang-Mu's legs and moved around wildly as the goddess's clit pumped furiously in and out of the spirit's vaginal opening. Boadicea took no notice of Moria watching the thickly slicked pink flesh entering and exiting her; with her head bent to watch the two pubic mounds meet and retract she was hissing through clenched teeth, "Ooooh fuck yeah...fuck me with that clit, cunt, fuck me....ooooh fuck me hard bitch...." while Boadicea's fingers whirled wildly on her own engorged clit. Boadicea's excitement flowed freely around Chuang-Mu's clit, soaking both women's inner thighs.

Moria watched with fascination as Chung-Mu's shaft would pull halfway out, bringing out Boadicea's pussy lips with it and then as she plunged her clit back into the spirit, the lips would almost fold in to follow Chuang-Mu's sex. .Moria's lust resurged within her as she watched and she noticed that Boadicea's chest still glistened with the mixture of Chuang-Mu and her own cum along with her own sweat. It made the spirit's breasts and nipple gleam in the sunlight and the sweet aroma of the three fluids wafted through her flared nostrils. She thirstily began to lap the moistness up, taking in each nipple in turn, sucking them deep into her mouth, pulling her head up slightly, elongating the puffed nipples and then giving them a tiny nip before releasing them back. Boadicea noticed the woman, pulled her roughly to her mouth the two kissed passionately, their heads bobbing in time with Chuang-Mu's clitoral fast strokes deep into the spirit.

The gnashing of lip and tongue furthered Moria's burning pussy -- she broke the kiss off and threw herself down beside the spirit's wildly bucking hips and plunged two of her fingers deep into herself, pumping them back and forth that her juices sprayed out, covering her stomach as well as her thighs. It took only moments before her moans of gratification joined those of Boadicea and Chung-Mu. Moria ran her hand along her sweat slickened breasts, pinching and pulling on her nipples, not taking her eyes off the actions of the other two woman and wanting it to be her. 

Boadicea's hand abandoned her mistress's clit and joined the other one in grabbing at the grass, giving her more grip for her legs to bring her pussy hard into Chung-Mu. She let out a "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn, fuck....oh...fuck..." as she felt her pussy muscles contract and expand quicker and quicker in preparation for their orgasmic release. Her hands dug in deeper into the dirt as she lifted her hips up higher to meet Chuang-Mu's shaft; her eyes began to unfocus, she could no longer concentrate on watching Chuang-Mu fuck her, her head arched back and her back locked in a final thrust towards the goddess and the floodgates opened. True to her want, Boadica's torrent of juice punched out the goddess's clit and splashed deep into the goddess's own waiting vaginal lips which gladly opened to receive the hot fluid.

Chuang-Mu's mind reeled from the feeling of the cum assault on her pussy and she could no longer hold the concentration to keep her clit extended and expanded. Her clit quickly shrunk as the goddess joined Boadicea in an orgasmic frenzy. The fluid of both pooled quickly under the two immortals, it bathed the goddess's knees and Boadicea's now sunken ass into a warm grassy pool of lust fulfilled. The goddess's vaginal muscles spasmed and she let herself succumb to tremors and rolled off to the side. The spirit couldn't control her legs from making her ass hop and move her ahead away from the electrically charged liquid. Moria stopped her self-pleasuring; the smell of the cum from the spirit made her thirst to drink it up and she rolled and slithered between the spirit's legs to the spring of lust.

Chuang-Mu felt her release fading and saw that the human vessel had positioned herself in the most ideal of spots. She stood, bent down and picked up Moria's foot from the ground, stroking it and caressing it. Moria momentarily stopped her lapping and looked behind her at the goddess and bent her foot straight up.

With a husky and liquidy voice Moria whispered, "I want to foot you oh most fuckable one, I want to foot you bad."

The goddess smiled at the human vessel's want to indulge her wants. The goddess stood on her tip toes and rubbed her pink flesh along Moria's toes and sole, soaking them with her own juices. With animalistic quickness, she then inserted the foot into her sopping pussy, taking it in to almost nothing could be seen but the heel. She grunted as her hole made allowance for the width and then began to slide up and down with quick piston like thrusts. She moaned unabashedly with every stroke; the pain/pleasure of the toe nails on her inner walls awoke every nerve ending and sent shivers of pleasure to the immortal's brain.

Moria lay on the grass encased in an aura of bliss she had not felt before; she felt comforted by the warmth the pool of the goddess's and spirit's sex juices provided for her pubic mound, her tongue cha-cha'd in the sweetest dance hall of the Spirit of a Celtic Queen's pink fleshed ball room and the massaging effects of a goddess's pussy sliding back and forth along her right foot sent shivers of stimulation to her pleasure center. The only thing that could make this complete, Moria thought to herself, was if she had a cock to fill her. Moria felt a new sensation around the front of her thighs -- like a bubbling one; it tickled her clit and she could not stop herself from giving a little moan. The bubbling beneath her became more rapid, she could feel her midbody starting to become concave, as if the earth beneather her was being dug up. Moria's eyes widened with both concern and wanting. Between pants and the up stroke the goddess cooed, "Fear not, child...oohhhh, uh....I hear and fulfill."

The bubbling felt to Moria more intense, as if the very ground under her was aboil, pushing her well lubricated sexed and puffed lips apart. Bubbles popped along her sensitive vaginal walls -- assaulting her nerve endings with quick jabs that blasted straight into pleasure center. It was almost as the bubbles were alive, Moria thought as her tongue stretched to lick Boadicea from perineum to clit, she thought as if own clit was being clamped tight then loosened, this sensation and Boadicea's sweetness pushed Moria's lust into overdrive. Moria took her fingers and drove in and out of the spirit's pink inner sexctum, sending the spirit moaning gutterally from the zings of the motions on her clit and vaginal walls. Moria's tongue left no area of the spirit's pussy untouched; she kissed and slurped 

Chuang-Mu groaned with each thrust of the foot deep inside her; the size making her stretch more than she had in eons. She wished that she could feel the pumping of fluid welling ready to explode and splash but each twinge that Moria did with her toes caused molten lust to flow from regions she had forgotten she even had. This was the first time that she had closed her eyes and surrendered to the feeling rather than watch her lover's reactions -- the feeling that she wasn't the one in control only made her coming orgasm to vibrate even more intense. She increased her pumping, the slurping sound pushed her even harder and the whimpers of pleasure she heard from Boadicea and Moria sizzled her juices to a boiling point.

Chuang-Mu stripped the last remenants of her decorum and began to hop, lifting her feet off the ground to drive Moria's foot even deeper in. She had never been penetrated as deep and as she rapidily writhed on the foot she could not contain herself. With a groan that enamated from her very core, she clamped her vaginal muscles tight, cutting off the blood to Moria's foot -- the tingly pin and needles sensation richocheted from Moria's foot down to her own sex, mixed with bubbles ravishing her flesh, her own muscles began to clamp and release. 

Moria let out a half bark, half moan and plunged another finger into Boadicea's pussy and as the moistness dribbled downard to the the ground from it, Moria rammed a finger without warning into the spirit's flooded ass hole. Boadicea let out a scream and yelled, "Fuck yes! Fuck my ass!" Moria finger pumped in and out of the virgin opening, each thrust in made the spirit's midriff heave violently up and slam her anus harder back into the human vessel's fucking finger.

The three women could no longer hold themselves back. The scream of Boadicea was the topping of the cake for Chuang-Mu -- her vaginal muscles loosened and she felt the very core of being rushing out in a flood of cum; the warm flow that coursed quickly around Moria's foot and toes and down her leg triggered her own orgasm to begin. With a final thrust of both hands, Moria drove her fingers as deep as she could into Boadicea, the violence of the penetration caused Boadicea's vagina to hiccup violently and spew her hot liquid into the moaning Moria's mouth. Orgasm after orgasm took hold of all three, each being turned on by the other's hot fluid shooting out of them causing a resurgence of their own fluid to spew.

All three laid still on the grass in silence as they began to recompose themselves from the abandonment they had allowed themselves to give way to. Though one was a goddess, one a spirit and one a human created as an expreiment, each now shared the same: They were women and they were satisfied with their world of three was at that very moment.



Interlude: Mrs Donovan's Gate



The gate between our two yards was still open, just as it'd always been. Mrs Donovan had moved in as a childless widow the old house next door when I was 10 and she was 28 and she and my mother had become fast friends. But Mrs Donovan was an oddity to me -- she lived alone with a small Yorkshire terrier and there was no man in her life. I'd ever known of women through their associations with their husbands, just like I'd known of my mother through my father.

My eyes were opened over the years as my mother had promised Mrs Donovan my assistance in yard work and other menial tasks -- over the next 7 years, I had helped her paint her house three times, joined her as she walked her terrier and I held her tight after the small dog had escaped one evening and I found it the next day beneath the deck behind the house. It had been hit by a car and had gone there to die. I was with her when she chose a new pup and named it Ryker. I helped her tend her garden and saw it flourish and I cut her grass and trimmed her bushes. I also watched as men came and went -- some making her smile, while others made her cry.

It was during that time I grew up -- but she didn't seem to change: a slim body with a back that drew a V towards a small waist, curvy hips and a roundish ass and sexy legs. Elven features crowned by an ever changing, pixie-like haircut harbouring a new colour every second month and smallish breasts, barely bigger than pears topped with nipples that seemed in a state of perpetual arousal. But her most enticing features were her big hazel eyes and a slightly crooked smile bordered by thick, sensual lips.

For my part -- I'd grown up tall and lean. The time spent tending Mrs Donovan's yard had lead me to working summers for a local landscaping company so my arms were permanently tanned. My muscles were sinewy and strong. 

But when I was 17 I left town for a better education. My mother emailed me regularly and there was always a note from Mrs Donovan. She wrote me of Ryker and of the garden and how it seemed to have wilted a bit since I'd stopped tending it. The emails stopped shortly after my eighteenth birthday. When pressed, my mother told me Mrs Donovan had met someone and that it seemed serious -- I understood then than she no longer had time for a young dreamer. While Mrs Donovan lived her life I threw myself in study and sport. After a year my muscles became thicker and I had even lost my virginity to a young exchange student from Germany.

After turning 19, I decided to return home for my summer break -- I'd already been in contact with my old employer and they'd agreed to rehire me if I still knew how to use a shovel. I hadn't told anyone that I was coming home -- when I'd stepped into the house it was empty. My folks were gone for the weekend according to the calendar on their laptop.

I'd strayed into the kitchen to make a sandwich when I spied the open gate to Mrs Donovan's backyard.

What the hell, I thought and I took off my shirt and went outside. Maybe the grass needed to be cut.

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When I crossed the gate, I scanned the yard and was a bit disappointed to witness that the garden was neatly weeded and the grass was closely trimmed. The deck had been widened and a pool now occupied the far East corner of the yard. 

It was there that I saw Mrs Donovan -- she was lying on her stomach on a resin lawn chair, sunning herself beneath the midday sun. A book by Stephen King was left open on the ground, its cover likely fading in the sun and next to it was a half full glass of iced tea and a bottle of sunscreen. As I drew closer, I saw that she wore a small, high cut green bikini and that the string that bound it behind her back was undone. The yard was private enough that she could dare sunbathing nude if she so desired -- the thought made my cock stir. Admittedly, Mrs Donovan had been making my cock stir since I'd lost my virginity and I had fancifully reviewed all the woman I had crossed paths with as a youth and the emotions they rose. The passions she stirred were the most intense. That I had pics of her clad in a bikini on my old cellphone only emphasized the fantasy.

Drawing closer, I remembered that she would sometimes fall asleep in the sun. Once, as she slept, I'd put lotion on her exposed back to prevent her from burning. An innocent act at the time -- now being older and hornier, any innocence was a facade. I slowly crept up the creaking steps of the old wooden deck -- it wasn't in as good a condition as when I left. The breeze came westward and carried the scent of the freshly cut grass and the slightly musky aroma of Mrs Donovan's unscented skin. I paused and closed my eyes and took a deep breath -- the natural scents in the air made me feel bold. But when I took my first step onto the deck. I heard a low growl. Ryker came around from the other side of Mrs Donovan's sleeping body and he took a position between us.

"Hey Ryke," I said, using the old nickname I had for him. "How you doin' boy?"

Ryker tilted his head and his ears perked up. I extended my hand and he took a tentative step forward and sniffed my fingers -- within seconds he was licking my face and I was scratching him behind the ears as my first old friend recognized me. I only hoped my next encounter went as well -- speaking of which I saw Mrs Donovan shift position and turn her head in my direction, strands of her blond hair covering her lithe features. She was back to her natural colour.

I scratched Ryker one more time and approached my sleeping beauty. Mrs Donovan's face remained unfazed as the deck creaked beneath my feet -- she was as heavy a sleeper as ever. I looked around the yard and there was nary a trace that any one else lived with her. I remembered noticing that her immaculate Toyota Celica convertible was parked in the centre of her driveway -- there was the one lawn chair and one seat to her shaded patio table. An old metallic swing awaited at the opposite corner of the yard, shaded by tall maple trees. 

I looked upon Mrs Donovan and I felt my face flush. Her skin was amber in tint and covered in beads of sweat -- some ran as rivulets and pooled in the curve of her lower back. I was struck by how tiny she was though -- tinier than I remembered. Even though I stood only 5'10, I towered over her. She barely stood over 5 feet and weighed about 105 lbs. My mind flashed with the image of her lying on top of me, my stiff cock entering her tight pussy while I spread the cheeks of her bubbly ass. 

I shook that thought away for now and genuflected next to her -- I picked up the bottle of sunscreen and poured some of the sweet smelling cream into my hands. When I began to work the cream into her slender shoulders, I admired the firmness of the taut muscles of her back. I reached the curve of her lower back and stopped at the edge of her bikini bottom -- the slightest evidence of her ass crack was visible, enticing and delectable.

"Mmm ..." Mrs Donovan exclaimed as she finally stirred under my massaging of her back. I brushed against her firm ass and it wiggled invitingly. Her breaths quickened when I touched her sides and that's when she stiffened. I knew her beautiful hazel eyes had to be open. 

" I couldn't let you burn, Mrs Donovan," I said as I worked the sunscreen on her slender thighs.

"Scotty?" she asked as she gazed over her shoulder. "Scott!"

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Mrs Donovan twisted like a cat and jumped into my arms -- it was a strangely intimate sensation, holding her. Unbeknownst to her, the triangles of fabric that should cover her small, firm tits had slumped on her chest and I felt her hard, pointy nipples dig into my hairy chest. I still knelt on the deck and she was on her knees on the lawn chair while Ryker sniffed and circled us and let out the occasional bark. I stood and carried her upwards like a feather weighted doll. She held me tight as I gently lowered her to the deck, her nipples still in contact with my skin. I was sure she must have felt the bulge in my cargo shorts but she lingered in our embrace.

"My god, Scotty!" Mrs Donovan said. Her voice was like a song bird's early morning tune. "What're you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't get a sun burn," I said as I smiled. It was then that Mrs Donovan realized the skin of her chest was touching mine -- she froze as a wave of embarrassment washed across her lovely face. It flushed the way mine had when I had first seen her a few moments ago -- she was understanding I was no longer a boy. Despite the shock, she offered little resistance as I turned her around and raised her arms -- I grabbed the edges of the cups of her bikini top and covered her nakedness and tied the string behind her back. 

"I'm so sorry," she whispered as she crossed her hands over her covered tits. Her back was stilled turned to me while I rested my hands on her shoulders. Her ass still pressed against my shorts.

"Don't be, Mrs Donovan. I was the one who surprised you." 

Mrs Donovan refocused her attention away from the obvious bulge in my pants and looked down at Ryker. "Some watchdog you turned out to be," she playfully admonished the dog.

"He was doomed from the beginning," I said as I patted the dog. "I called him Ryke."

"He always did start listening to you when you called him that." She shrugged and grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards the house. "I want more iced tea and I want you to tell me about getting back home and why it took you so damn long..." 

I noticed that her voice lowered and softened around the last part of her sentence as she guided me to the house and pulled opened the sliding patio door. She had not let me go as Ryker bounced into the kitchen and found the spot he adopted five years ago and flopped to the floor. 

"Let me look at you," she said as she pulled me ahead and closed the glass door. I turned to face her and I felt as much as saw her eyes hover over my shoulders and chest and arms. "Except for your shaggy brown hair, you've changed."

There was that faint softening of her voice again as I said: "I finished growing up. You haven't, though."

"I stopped growing a long time ago," she giggled as she appraised me approvingly. 

"I meant you haven't changed, Mrs Donovan," I said as I reached over her shoulder -- there were hooks on the wall and I picked up a satin robe and draped it over her shoulders. I felt her breath against my chest and I was certain she had taken a sniff at my cologne. 

Mrs Donovan tied the robe an smoothed it over her bottom. It was blue and made her eyes stand out. She mouthed the word thank you and she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a carafe of iced tea and poured us a glass each. 

"So," Mrs Donovan started. "What have you been up to?" 

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We sat and drank iced tea and I shared my adventures at school and my moderate successes in dating and sports. Tennis was my sport of choice. She told me of the trips she took every few years to Europe and Asia. When I glanced at her living room, I saw the evidence of those trips. She was quiet though when I entreated her to talk about her social life. She glazed over her dates, talking more about her experiments in cooking and how she sometimes tortured my parents on Wednesday nights. I told her about my own semi-edible concoctions. 

After and hour or so of conversation, I noticed how the fan, working diligently behind her, lifted her hair and made the locks frolic about her ears.

"You really haven't changed at all, have you?" I heard myself asking. "You're as beautiful as I remember."

I realized I'd said the words aloud before I could stop myself and I saw her look down at her glass while she blushed. I couldn't help the fact that my voice deepened when I touched upon her beauty and I savoured how she squirmed in her seat.

"I have a confession to make, Mrs Donovan," I said, taking her hand. My voice was a deep whisper.

"I've been thinking more and more about you over the past few months."

"Oh," she said as she looked at me -- beyond me.

"It was shortly after I lost ... after the first time I made love to a woman. I started thinking about you -- fantasizing, actually. I fantasized you were my first."

"Oh ..." she said as she focused on me. Her eyes were locked to mine.

"So when I saw the gate open, I took a chance and there you were. It was a dream come true -- you jumped into my arms and you were topless. Even now I can feel your beautiful tits against my chest. I want you so bad."

Mrs Donovan pulled her hand away as a look of confusion and desire made her lush lips tremble. I grabbed her wrist and pressed on with my advances. "You felt it too, I know. You were pressed against me and you felt my cock. That was all you.

"I'm bold, I know ... but the chemistry is there and you feel it. You've always felt it."

Mrs Donovan nodded and shook her head at the same time, showing me her struggle.

"I'm alone and so are you," I stated. "I think we know each other better than most people -- I want to be your lover, Mrs Donovan." I said it -- a secret that I'd been carrying from the time even before I left for school. 

My grip on her wrist lessened and she slowly pulled her hand away. I felt her study me while sweat beaded on her forehead. 

"Please go," Mrs Donovan said as she pushed herself away from the table and walked towards the living room ad then the staircase that led to her bedroom downstairs. She slept in the basement in the summer. Ryker looked at me quizzically before running after his mistress. I feared I'd lost the chance of making her mine.

In a vain hope, I noticed a piece of paper and a pen so I wrote down my mobile number and my name. I then checked the lock of the sliding patio door and made sure it locked as I closed it. I then closed the gate between our yards as I walked back to my house. The sun was beginning its slow journey to night in order to ready itself for the next day.

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I made spaghetti -- a far removed dish from some of the more adventurous plates I've made. I used sauce from a jar. I was happy to see my parents had kept their fondness for fresh parmigiano-reggiano cheese. The dining room filled with the scent of the pungent cheese -- I glanced at the gate outside and it was closed. I stole occasional glances at my smartphone, hoping to see the indicator light glow blue, telling me a call or a text was missed. It remained quiet.

So I spent the evening watching some movies my parents had in their collection -- mostly black and white classics. I slipped Hitchcock's The 39 Steps into the DVD player and sat back and with a bottle of Canadian Trois-Pistoles beer. It was then that I noticed the blue indicator light on my phone. I picked it up and tapped the screen and the alerts popped up. A text that had been delivered a few minutes ago at 8:30 pm. 

With trepidation I tapped the alert and an unknown cell number flashed on the screen. My palms were sweaty as the text filled the screen. The content was succinct: Come to me at 10 pm -- Claudia.

My heart began to pound as I read it over and over -- I'd heard my mother call Mrs Donovan by her first name on certain occasions but this was the first time it was ever directed to me. "Claudia," I said, savouring the name on my lips and longing to taste hers. I was suddenly filled with dread at the thought that she might call me over just to scold me for overstepping a boundary. But I washed the dread away by downing the beer and fetching another one and drinking it swiftly. It was rated a 9% alcohol and I was already feeling the slight buzz the reinvigorated my earlier boldness. 

I ran upstairs and took a long, hot shower and proceeded to shave. I adorned a faint mist of cologne and dressed in a black pair of linen pants, a white cotton short and black sandals. 

By the time I got to the kitchen it was nearly 10 pm. I looked at the yard and I saw that the gate was open.

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The patio door was unlocked -- lights in the house were muted and Ryker was in his spot in the kitchen. That meant Claudia -- it still felt odd to use her name -- was up and about somewhere in the house. 

I took a deep breath and there was the faint odour of rose water. It lingered towards the living room and I followed it. There were some candles flickering as their light was reflected off the big screen TV that was a new addition to Claudia's living room -- my eyes roamed the area and I saw a shadow move near the staircase that lead upstairs

"Claudia." I simply stated. I felt as though that lonely word made me feel older than my meager 19 years of life.

" I wasn't sure if you'd come," she said softly as she stepped into the light. She was clad in a simple spaghetti-strapped black neglige that had lace at its collar and its hem. It was fitted to her sexy form and stopped just above her knees.

"I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I had no choice but to come."

She took another step forward and touched my chest. "I wanted to scream at you, you know? Scream and demand how you could dare say that to me -- but then I remembered that for the longest time, you were were the only man in my life that really mattered. And here you are, finally a man."

I took her hand and kissed her fingers. "And you've always been a woman. I always felt grown up around you -- but I was frustrated that you could never notice me. I understand why but it was hard. That's why I left, in part."

Claudia hook her fingers around my neck. "I don't know if this is wrong or not. It's been over a year since I was with a guy and then you show up -- beautiful and fierce and confusing. I saw you grow up, Scott."

"Did you?" I asked as I pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and I tugged on her earlobe. Claudia visibly shuddered. "When did I ever act like a kid around you? You said it yourself -- I've changed."

Claudia rested her head on my chest -- I was sure she could hear my racing heart despite my confident tone. "When did you get older than me" she asked wistfully as she rubbed my arm.

"I'm not -- it just took me 9 years to catch up."

Claudia pulled me towards the couch and she fell into its deep cushions and I dropped to the softly carpeted floor. The flickering candlelight painted morphing shadows across her sweet smelling, amber skin -- she leaned forward and my lips touched hers. Our first kiss was not the chaste affair of a sweet coming of age story -- it was a rapacious spectacle as our tongues breached our mouths and moved about like duelling predators. The room filled with the echoes of our grunts and moans as Claudia pulled me to her and I pulled the traps of her negligee down and she pulled its hem up past her hips. I had unadulterated access to her tits and her pussy.

I pressed Claudia onto the sofa by kissing my way across the delicate flesh of her slender neck until I reached the skin between her firm, pointy tits. She smelled of rose water and her breasts pointed skyward. Her nipples were pink and rock hard and she hissed as I flicked my tongue around them. Claudia was on her back and my mouth was covering her left tit while I reached across her neck and massaged and pinched her right nipple.

'Oh! Shit!" Claudia screamed when I pinched and bit both nipples. I was caressing her inner thighs and she spread them -- I caught a whiff of the musky scent of her pussy. The lips were pink and puffy and she haboured a strip of trimmed blond hair just glistening with her juices. I released her nipples and covered her beautiful face with hungry kisses as I allowed my fingers to stray from her inner thigh to her cunt. I found her lips and parted them and slipped my middle finger into her tight pussy -- she moaned and writhed on the couch as I slid my finger in and out of her. I placed my thumb on her clit and she arched her back and cried out.

"Yes Scotty!" Claudia screamed -- I let her go and I grabbed her ass and I lifted her off the sofa. She was lithe but squirming as she was startled by the ease with which I manoeuvred her. I had her thighs on each side of my head and I supported her firm round ass -- Claudia's shoulders were pressed into the lower cushion and I was sucking and nibbling on her pussy and her clit.




Interlude: Mrs Donovan's Gate



"I'm gonna Coooome!!" she howled as she bucked against my mouth -- her entire body was shuddering and her knees bounced against my shoulders while I was drawing crazy and slobbery figure eights across her pussy. Saliva and pussy juices were streaming down my chins and staining my shirt as I sucked and swallowed the fluids gushing from her cunt as she came hard.

"Aaaahhhooohhh!" Claudia moaned as her hips bucked a few more times while her orgasm subsided and I let her slide back onto the sofa. I moved next to her and graced my eyes with the sight of her exposed body -- her negligee was bunched around her hips and her thighs were drenched. 

"You were such a good kid -- where did you learn to eat a girl out like that?" 

I laughed and leaned over, grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeply -- she tried weakly to pull away while I swirled my tongue in her mouth. I wanted her to taste what I'd tasted. "I may not be an old man, but I studied and what I lacked in experience, I made up for in enthusiasm."

That's when Claudia studied me for a moment and she proceeded to lick my chin clean of our mixed fluids. "You said you wanted to be my lover, right?"

I nodded. She began to undo my shirt. "You have to be able to receive as well as give, young man," she added with a stern voice. I tossed my sandals off as she peeled back my shirt and I shivered as I felt her tongue trace the crevices denoting the borders of my muscles. Claudia grabbed the front of my pants and I was already threatening to burst the seams as my hard-on throbbed. Claudia looked up at me, hunger in her eyes as she undid the clasp and my erection popped free and tapped against her chin. She gazed at my hard, veiny flesh with appreciation.

"You really did grow up," Claudia whispered.

"You'll never know," I joked. 

Claudia scoffed and pulled my pants and boxers off and tossed them aside. I heard Ryker eating in the kitchen. "All right, big boy ... lets see how you deal with experience."

Claudia wasn't joking -- she treated m erect cock with a determined reverence I'd never experienced before. Holding the base of my cock in a firm grip, Claudia started to lick my balls. The laps of her tongue stimulated the mounting build-up of pressure that her grip held in check; when she plopped my balls into her mouth like plums, the orgasm she blocked seemed to revert back into my limbs like a rebuked lover, waiting for a renewed summoning.

"Jesus, Claudia," I whispered as she started to work my shaft with an up and down motion -- her tongue trailed her hands and I felt goosebumps when she floated over the veiny surface of my cock. Then she found the tip and my legs spasmed involuntarily -- she pulled my foreskin back and she began to swirl her tongue across the super sensitive, purple tip.

I could only grunt as my every nerve ending was inflamed -- Claudia was attacking my sex on three fronts: she squeezed my balls, worked my shaft and kissed and licked the tip. All that time, her eyes never strayed from mine while she struck a balance between pornographic efficiency and elegant eroticism. Other women had given me blow jobs, designed to make me come and be done with the whole sordid affair -- Claudia was one of those women that made fellatio an art designed to pull her man near the point of bursting and she knew how to keep me there. 

I wondered crazily if Claudia was turning me inside out by sucking my soul out through my cock! I lost sight of her eyes while he hair draped my lap and her head had begun to bob up and down -- my cock was disappearing deep into her throat. The tip was passed her uvula and I felt her overcome her natural gag reflex in order to allow me to feel the tight choke point where her mouth became her throat.

I didn't know if I was screaming or just being incoherent but when she gave my balls a final squeeze, my cock throbbed and pulsed and I felt like it would shatter Claudia's jaw as it finally exploded. Bliss seemed to pool from the tip of my head, fingers and toes, down to the core of my balls and I shot a thick feeling gush of come deep into her throat, almost halfway to her stomach. She was immobile as she swallowed every drop of my orgasm that seemed to empty me of all resistance and fill me with the desire to be devoured by her.

I was unable to focus my eyes when Claudia finally released me and looked up at me. The flickering candles were formless blotches of light as I tried to concentrate on something in the room. I felt her delicate hands on my thighs as she rose to her feet and sat down next to me. Before she did so I noticed her pushing something off and I understood she was removing her bunched up negligee.

"You're still so hard," Claudia said in wonder as she stroked my cock. My eyes were back to normal and I was presented with the striking sight of her shimmering hazel eyes. "I forgot how young guys can just stay hard after coming so much."

I pushed a loose strand of blond hair behind her ear. "We can't let that go to waste."

"What are you saying?" Claudia asked coyly.

"There's only one way for this evening to end. I think we both knew that from the moment you jumped into my arms this afternoon."

"Are you saying you want to fuck me?" Claudia asked, her seriousness betrayed by the playful flutter of her eyelashes.

"I'm saying I want to fuck you, Claudia Donovan."

Claudia took my hand and led me to the staircase the went upstairs -- she was inches in front of me and my rock-hard cock bumped against her ass. 

"Then fuck me, Scotty," Claudia's voice echoed as she took me upstairs.

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We reached an open balcony area and I saw the moon and stars be shaded by thickening clouds. Weather patterns flowed easterly and I remembered a news report talking about rain this evening. I loved hearing rain in the trees and hitting the roof. I halted Claudia by holding her waist and I kissed her neck. I felt her press herself into me and she sighed deeply. There was a large, thick beach blanket on the balcony floor.

Claudia turned and faced me and we kissed with abandon -- but there was an underlying tenderness in our contact. My tongue moved slowly with hers instead of against it while we lowered ourselves to the blanket. Our hands were roaming freely up and down each others sides as Claudia rested on her back and I moved between her thighs -- the smell of her pussy was intoxicating.

"Scott," she whispered as I licked the tip of my fingers and rubbed the tip of my cock before rubbing it against her clit. "Please fuck me the right way. I want to come and I want to feel you come in me."

I remained quiet and locked my eyes to hers and I felt the lips of her pussy spread. Claudia sighed and I entered her. The walls of her cunt split as I occupied her inner space. The tightness of her pussy surpassed any I'd encountered before and it seemed to increase the moment I moved inside her. I supported myself on my elbows and knees and Claudia locked her ankles together and she pulled herself upwards as I fucked her, forcing my cock deeper towards her womb.

I was kissing her neck and she lightly bit mine while my pace increased. My pelvic bone rubbed against her clit and the walls of her cunt trembled around my throbbing, sliding cock and Claudia was moaning loudly as my balls were slapping against her ass. My own voice was replaced by animalistic grunts and growls as I felt her hard nipples rub against the hairs of my chest, adding to the intimate nature of our pleasure.

Claudia must have reached an apex as her long nails dug into my back before her arms fell onto the blanket. I moved into a more upright position and her fingers entangled mine and while she used her hips to ensure we were still connected by our sexes. Her ass was off the blanket and I was thrusting into her using only my hips and I was graced with the sight of her closed eyes and her open mouth as she sighed -- her small, firm tits bounced up and down with a furious pace till she froze, her body twisted in an odd contortion. I had grabbed her waist while I'd slowed my pace and Claudia's back arched as though she was strapped to a cat's back. I pulled her to my chest as her pussy gushed the liquid evidence of her orgasm across my lap. Her breath was loud in my ear and hot on my neck as she came from sensual high. Yet, she still rocked her pelvis against mine, maintaining her pressure around my cock. 

"Oh baby!" Claudia hissed into my ear before licking it. "I've been waiting to be fucked like this for so long ..."

Claudia must have felt me smile like a satisfied cat because she pushed away from me a bit. "Lie down," she huskily ordered. 

I complied without complaint and she straddled me -- amazingly, I was still inside her. "This never fails," Claudia whispered. I wondered what she meant as I wondered at her exquisite shape at it was profiled against the nightly backdrop. It was then that I felt the first cool raindrop strike my forehead. 

Claudia seemed oblivious to the onset of a summer evening sprinkle as she gyrated her hips and I felt the suction of her cunt strive to reprise what her mouth had achieved a few minutes earlier. More drops hit us while Claudia placed her hands on my shoulders and she rotated her hips as she rode my cock with a familiar up and down stroke. I felt her pull my cock in every direction, stirring my passions and drawing me closer to my orgasm.

Claudia's hair was plastered to her head not as the sprinkle had shifted to a full fledged rainfall. The onset of the cool rain hyper-sensitized our skin -- while she rode me, I reached and grabbed Claudia's tit and I pinched her nipple while sliding between us and I found her clit with my thumb. I also raised my ass off the blanket, changing the angle at which I entered her pussy.

"Shit! Scoooootty!" Claudia sang against the rain as I felt another rush of come flow from her pussy as she surrendered to her orgasm and her flesh crashed against mine. The walls of her cunt quivered as the slick friction of my cock in her pussy -- as well as the pounding rain on her skin -- triggered seizures of pleasure that shook her like an electric current.

"I can't believe you made me come again," she said as she collapsed on my chest, the top of her head resting beneath my chin. She tapped her fingers on my ribs and I realized she was strumming to the rhythm of my heartbeat. My cock was still hard and still in her moist cunt.

"Get on all fours," I commanded. Claudia reluctantly slipped from my cock but she assumed the position I ordered. But she varied it by tucking her knees to her elbows, propping her ass into the air. I moved behind her and she wiggled her butt -- I responded by leaning down and placing my tongue on her pink asshole. I heard Claudia gasp as I licked her pink-eye and thumbed her clit -- a few seconds later she was rubbing her ass against my face while my tongue flicked the pouty flesh of her anus. 

But I had another goal, so I let go of her ass, grabbed her curvy hips and I entered her pussy in a single thrust -- she was even wetter than when I went down on her. Using her hips as handlebars, I rammed into Claudia's pussy with abandon. I was giving in to my base desire to possess this woman and from her moans and the way her cunt was working and wringing my cock, she wanted it as much as I did.

All fantasies I harboured about Claudia Donovan and how I was going to woo and seduce her fell away under the pure bliss of seeing her heart-shaped ass consume my cock while the pouring rain washed away the sweet sweatof our intercourse. The cool downpour was a stark juxtaposition to the searing heat Claudia's velvety cunt was producing around my tool. 

The sounds we were making were muted by the rain but were still obscene as our flesh smacked together by the violence of our fucking. My thrusts were punctuated by unintelligible grunts and groans while Claudia was a litany of gasps and sighs as were converged on a mutual orgasm -- she must have felt my oncoming bliss as the walls of her cunt doubled the pressure they were exerting on me. I felt the onslaught of pleasure as it burst from every fibre of my being and coalesced in my balls. Claudia reached between her thighs and teased and rubbed her clitoris, making her pussy pulse.

"Claudia! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I groaned as my thrusts reached a fever pitch until something in me ruptured -- I flowed into Claudia as a rushing torrent of my jism flooded her pussy; it seemed to carry part of me into her as my mind replayed the history we had shared and replaced it with space to be filled by what our future might be. I leaned backwards and supported myself on my hands while my cock throbbed, unleashing the last drops of come into her.

Claudia stiffened as I filled her -- her fingers danced across her pussy and she came, her juices mixing with my come and leaking from her slit when she pulled herself from my slowly softening manhood.

I laid down on my back and breathed deeply as I stared at the sky -- the rain had died down. Claudia slid up to my side and I held her close. She was like a little girl in my arms when I kissed her forehead. Ryker had climbed the stairs and took up watch at our feet.

"I can't believe I just did that," Claudia said as she ran her fingers through my chest hair. "I needed that Scott. I didn't realize how much I needed that. I'm happy it was you, Scott."

"I always was ... your man, Claudia." 

"My man -- you really are a man, aren't you?"

"I know what I want," I said as I stroked her hair.

"All right," Claudia answered. "What do you want to do now, Mr Man?" 

"I'm alone for the weekend. I can think of a few holes I can fill."

Mrs Claudia Donovan giggled at my failed attempt at innuendo. Then she grabbed my cock and took me up on my offer.



Interlude: Night Rhythms



2:30 PM

She walked down the path that lead around the lake in the centre of town. Her head hung low, her eyes falling away from fellow walkers that followed the same path she did. She was coming back from the her doctor's and cutting through the park -- the echogram had showed she was going to have a son. She had heard the heartbeat; seen the fuzzy outline draw itself on the machine's black and white screen; heard the doctor ask her if she wanted to know the sex of the foetus; seen her reflection in the aluminum frame of the overhead light as she answered yes.

She would have a son.

She held on to that future son as she stopped and stared out at the lake. The opposite shore was bordered with premium condos and apartment buildings and a golf course. A cool breeze blew from that side of the lake and carried the smell of bar-b-qs and the laughter of children and content parents. It was the vacation season in this part of the country. Her long, red hair floated in the wind -- dressed as she was in a white camisole and black capri pants she stood out like a melancholic candle caught in a dreamy draft.

On a bench just behind her he sat and deposited the guitar case he had been carrying to that very same spot for the last four months. He opened the latches and pulled out a worn instrument that had known many a dark night playing in smoky bars -- like its player. The smoke and vapours from the alcohol had subtly deepened the already rich sound the guitar generated. He tightened the strings and looked up at the passer bys. A few recognised him from past performances and had already dropped some coins in the open case. Then he saw her slender frame as she stood and looked beyond the water. He had noticed her the first day he played on his bench since she always strolled by 3 times a week with the same purposeful stride. He had seen her hair go from light blond to this dark shade of red. He had noticed her small breasts grow fuller and rounder with each passing week. And he had witnessed her belly grow bigger as the new life in it gained substance and presence. But he had never seen her so still or so sad -- her head leaned forward and she held her shoulders. The only movement he could notice was her hair in the wind and how it looked like some poor, beautiful beast longing to escape an untold fate. 

Inspired by her pose, he plucked a few times at the strings till he struck the right cord and started to play a slow and mournful version of "Hotel California." Under his expert fingertips, the notes floated from the guitar and stroked the base of her neck and she slowly turned around to see who had tickled her. 

His eyes were closed as he inhabited the music he was creating. She kept her hands around her shoulders as her hair now fluttered around her face -- she had glimpsed him a few times on her way to and from her doctor's, but she had never really noticed him, though his playing had always been a soundtrack to her walking. She took him in for the first time. He was obviously tall -- his shoulders were broad and his waist slender. Beneath his shirt his chest seemed powerful but not overwhelmed with muscles. His jaw was square and his cheek bones high, but his long brown hair, slender nose and full lips softened his otherwise intimidating features. And there were his arms: the tendons that controlled his fingers seemed to vibrate in sync with the song of the guitar.

He felt her eyes on him and opened his to match her gaze. He was struck by her intensity as she stood immobile and absorbed his music through her every pore. Her green eyes glowed from beneath partially closed eyelids. Her lush red lips quivered as she seemed to fight the delight she felt as she tried not to desperately surrender to his music. She raised her eyebrows and her high forehead seemed to frown in displeasure.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked suddenly and took a step towards him.

"The song was over," he said as he eyed an elderly couple who plopped a few dollars in his guitar case. He smiled back in thanks.

"Oh," she said and instinctively went to her purse and pulled out a 5 $ bill. "You play very well."

"Thank you," he said as she handed him the bill. Their fingers lingered a bit longer than necessary as he took the money. "Why're you so sad?" The words had escaped his mouth before the filter could kick in.

"That's ... not ... How'd you know?"

"It's classified. If I told you I'd have to marry you." He winked.

She paused after he said that.

She remembered the other man's face after she told him she was pregnant. His eyes had gone dull and he had turned to the window and sighed. He had merely picked up his coat and walked out the door of her apartment. She had watched him from her window as he went to his car, got in and drove away, never once looking back. She had tried his cell for a few days but he did not answer and then his number was no longer in service. At that point, she had decided not to pursue him -- she would not tun into one of those desperate women clinging to a man as a buoy. She would raise the child alone, secure in the thought that it would grow up a better person than either of its parents were. But it was so hard to face the prospect alone.

"Would you ..." she whispered as she lowered her eyes and noticed an ant walking over his sandled feet.

"Excuse me?" he asked, concerned at her sudden distance.

"Would you ... play for me tonight?" she asked as she adjusted her meaning and the hair from her eyes. The wind had died down and the air was still. 

"I don't usually do private gigs."

"Maybe you'll learn why I'm sad. And I will pay you. What's your price?"

He stood and held out his hand. He was tall -- she was 5'9 and he stood nearly a head taller. "We have a deal. But the money's not the deal maker." 

She took his hand and marveled at his long finger and how soft his skin was despite the callous from the playing. It occurred to her that other parts of him must be... long. She then reached into her purse and grabbed a pen and a business card. She jotted down her address.

"My name's Nola," she said as he read the address and pocketed the card. "Around 8 PM?"

"All right." He watched as she walked away with renewed purpose in her stride. She paused and looked over her shoulder.

"Ethan," he said. She nodded and walked away.

5:15 PM  

Nola could not believe she had been brazen enough to invite a stranger into her home to play guitar for her. Oil sizzled and the smell of garlic filled her apartment as she tossed thinly sliced strips of chicken in to the heated wok. The fowl cooked quickly in the aromatic canola oil -- she manipulated the strips with dexterity as she scooped them up and ensured they were evenly fried.

But there had been something about him. He seemed soothing. His music made her feel good and the way he looked at her -- she had not felt him staring at any part of her in particular, but he had taken in as a whole. She had felt the stir between her legs when they touched hands. That fire had not even flared once since the father had left. In her mind's eye she had seen herself forever a mother to be cared for and cajoled, the other facets of her femininity overshadowed. But the Woman was still there -- that part of her that desired to be touched and kissed and made love to. The pregnancy had anesthetized it for a while, she realised, till she came across someone who had the key to unleash it. 

She dumped the meat into a plate and put the wok back on the burner and tossed in a combination of red peppers, oignons, water chestnuts and mushrooms.

What did she want to have happen tonight? Was he going to even come? He seemed genuinely interested. What was he going to play? She felt a shift in her womb as her son changed position. She disliked being racked with so many questions, but it was like this ever since she first learned of the pregnancy. It was difficult to live for the day when her actions could impact someone she did not even know. 

Nola tossed the cooking vegetables in the air a few times and when they fell back in the oil she sprinkled chili powder over them. 

She decided she would let the evening play itself out. She had no real control over the emotions she was feeling as she bounced from one extreme to another -- she had no control over what Ethan would expect if he showed up tonight. Her only wish was that she would not regret surrendering to the present -- though she did not really regret the last time she did.

She touched her belly and she dumped the cooked vegetables in the plate with the chicken. Her appetite was hearty as she wolfed the meal down. If the kid expressed this kind of appetite after birth, she was going to have to buy a cookbook for the healthy hedonistic gourmet.

"Ethan," she whispered. She still had nearly 3 hours to second guess herself, even though she realised she did not even get his number.  

8:07 PM 

Nola had been watching the clock as it passed 8 PM when the doorbell rang. She stood, looked over her simple black slip dress, admired the cleavage the squared off collar displayed as well as the length of leg the short hem let show and answered the door.


"Hi," she said as she showed him in. She took a deep whiff of his clean smell as he walked past her. "You're almost punctual."

Ethan observed her from over his shoulder as he set the guitar case on the ground, admiring the class and simplicity of her dress. It had a smoky quality that flowed when she moved -- she was mysterious and sexy and she glowed -- she was beautiful. "You can't expect a pretentious artist to be on time."

"Oh. You're an artist."

He winked and laughed at her insinuation. Nola was distracted by the depth of his blue eyes -- she also enjoyed how his black silk shirt and loose black linen slacks hugged his tall, sinewy body. 

Ethan looked around her apartment -- the front door opened onto a large room that was made up of both the living room and the dining room. In the left corner of the apartment was a fireplace surrounded by a system of shelves full of books and magazines. The shelves ended where the passage to the kitchen and bathroom opened. The living room started on the opposite side of the virtual corridor left clear for access to the kitchen. The living room was dominated by a large wall unit layered with cassettes and dvds. There were only a few pictures of what he took to be friends and family. 

"You have a lovely apartment, Nola," he said as he sat on a couch. "And you look very lovely as well." 

"Thank you," she answered as she took a seat in the chair facing the couch. She took a sip from the glass of water on the table next to her.

Ethan got up and walked over to her collection of cds. He saw Jazz, blues, some light rock, folk ... all the kinds of music to soothe the soul and spirit on a lost and lonely night. He glanced at her and noticed how intently she was watching him, following each nuance of his movements. He felt his eyes connect with hers and they roamed over each other's bodies. From her eyes he travelled to the deep crevice of he swollen bosom, across the expanse of her life giving belly to the soft skin of her long, slender legs.

Nola knew he was admiring her body as much as she admired his broad shoulders. Now that she saw him from the back, she imagined how his muscles must flex as he moved and played. She also saw his ass, enticingly draped by the linen pants. The image of him pressed against her as he plunged deeper into her folds flashed for a moment and she let out a small gasp and shook.

"Are you all right?" he asked as he replaced the Miles Davis album in its storage space.

"I was just thinking about something ... nice."

He went back to the couch and crossed his legs. "I love your collection of music. It's funny ... with your collection, I don't know if my delusions of grandeur will live up to your expectations."

It was Nola's turn to walk to the wall unit. She touched the same cd he had toyed with and looked at him squarely: "Ever since I found out I was pregnant, and I watched the door close behind the father, I've given up on expectations. I've been wondering why I asked you here tonight, myself -- I have no real answer. Just play for me?" 

Ethan quietly nodded and picked up his guitar and the song book stowed underneath it. He checked the strings, chose a black and white pick then ruffled through the book's worn pages. He plucked the first notes from the willing strings and went in to a rendition of "Riders on the Storm." 

Nola closed her eyes and let the music inhabit her. Her instinct connected with the music and she let her body sway and express the mutual attraction as the two souls she carried were entranced by the rhythm.

9:22 PM 

Ethan's concert had lasted nearly an hour, with songs ranging from the Beatles to Springsteen to Santana -- he had witnessed her dance from one song to the next with an inextinguishable sensual energy he had rarely seen. Each performance punctuated Nola's evanescent sexuality and crystallised his desire for her.

But she was now sitting back in her chair and was sipping from her water. "If you want to take an intermission, you're welcomed to."

"Thank you," he answered and bowed. "Even greatness needs a potty break." Ethan set the guitar aside and walked passed her to go to the bathroom. As he reached her level, Nola took his hand and their fingers intertwined and he moved away gently until they reluctantly released their hands.

"Don't be too long," she whispered as she watched him go by. Her nipples had tingled when she noticed the growing bulge in his slacks. Part of her could not believe the possibility that she was the object of such blatant desire; the other part of her conjured images in explicit detail of what she would do with his rigid cock.

Ethan took care to properly clean and wipe his hard member -- it had barely softened to allow him to piss. He looked at himself in the mirror as he washed his hands -- Nola was over twenty feet away but she might as well be in the bathroom with him as her smell lingered and surrounded him. He smelled the part of his wrist where her fingers had skimmed before touching his. It was a light but spicy smell -- the hint of perfume was distinct but fading as her natural musk overpowered it. The scent released a torrent of lust through his veins and his cock twitched hungrily. He suddenly ran cold water, filled his hands and splashed it across his face. 

Nola was still in her seat when he found the couch and his guitar. But her posture was much more provocative: her left leg was hanging across the armrest and the hem of her dress was pulled up to her mid thigh and tucked right at the edge of her panties. Ethan swallowed hard when he saw that the right spaghetti strap of her dress was off her shoulder.

"You look comfortable," Ethan managed to say before composing himself and giving her a slow smile. 

"Hmmm ... yeah. I am very comfortable. Do you have any idea of how easy it is to trust you? How safe I feel around you?"

"There are times when you wonder if what you're doing is right," he said. "Then there are times when the question never even pops up. This is one them." Ethan walked towards her and kneeled. Nola smiled and closed her sparkling green eyes. She sighed when he kissed the nape of her neck; she moaned when his rough hands touched the flesh just above her breasts; she whispered his name when he cupped her face and pressed his full lips to hers. They kissed this way for a few minutes -- their lips took time the acquaint themselves with those little pockets of sensitivity that triggered shocks of lust to tingle their limbs.

Nola broke the kiss with a smile and pushed Ethan away despite his flirty protest. "There's one more song I want to hear."

"Anything," he said while going back to his guitar.

"Play the song you played earlier today. The one that made me see you and want you. The song that made you see me."

Ethan closed his eyes and pictured Nola the way he saw her that very same afternoon: trapped but thoughtful and strong and ready to break free. The song came naturally and the chords of "Hotel California" reached from the instrument to touch and caress her with their empathic vibrations. Nola was oblivious to her surrounding as she let her hands roam across her changing body. Ethan was fixated as this wanton creature exposed him to her intimacy. When he started the second verse Nola had slipped her hand into her panties and grinded against her fingers to the tempo Ethan had set. Her eyes fluttered as she spied him playing. She slipped her fingers into her wet pussy that would soon deliver life -- but for now it was a canal of pleasure. Each pluck of the strings pushed her to move against her moist cunt and swollen lips. She purposely stayed away from her clit for she wanted to prolong her pleasure till the end of the song. 

When Ethan reached the second verse she was siting upright and her legs were clamped around her active hand. She was flushed and sweat beaded across her brow and her hair was loose and wild. His breathing was as heavy as hers as he fought to concentrate and play -- Nola had slipped her other hand into her dress and she caressed and squeezed her nipples. Her tongue ran across her lips when Ethan reached the bridge of the song and she found her clit and pinched her nipple harder.

"Ohhh play for me! Play for me!" Nola moaned as her fingers ran across her clit and into her pussy and upwards towards her g-spot. The walls of her cunt quivered in chorus to Ethan's playing as she feverishly drew circles with her fingers and traced the opening of her pussy. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" Nola thundered as she released her juices across her hand and thighs. She came again and again as her fingers worked her clit and pussy into a gushing frenzy.

Ethan finished playing and set the guitar aside. Like an erotic automaton he had opened his pants to reveal his erect cock and was slowly stroking it as he watched Nola drowsily come down from her ecstatic high. His hand travelled with the lightest touch up and down his shaft as the musky scent of her come floated to him; he cupped his balls and sighed at the sight of the wet spot in her panties and the glistening liquid on her thighs.

Nola looked at him as he stroked his shaft -- it was even more appealing than she expected. Long and thick, a perfect cylinder lined with bulging veins and capped by a bulbous head emerging from his foreskin. His pubic hair was neatly trimmed and absent from his heavy looking ball sack. "Wow," she whispered.

"Oh, this?" Ethan joked as he batted his cock from left to right and allowed it to return to a standing position. "It's a ... little thing I picked up in my many travels. You'd be surprised by what you can find in Mexico. I though you wouldn't mind if I made myself more comfortable."

"I don't," she answered between giggles. "Am I beautiful?" she asked suddenly as she fought the welling tears. "I mean, you're obviously turned on. And I know it's silly for me to wonder about that now that were both in such a horny mood but... I need to know."  

Ethan stood and removed his shirt and his shoes, socks and pants and boxers. He was naked and erect and walked towards her the way he did when they first kissed. He kneeled and removed her shoes and reached up and brushed her tears away with his thumb. "You are beautiful," he whispered to Nola as he caressed her face. She did not protest when he lifted her dress over her head and went and pulled off her soaked panties. She was as naked as he was and he marveled as her beauty.

"Don't," she did protest when he took her wrists and gently moved her arms from her laden breasts to the armrests. She was flushed and patches of red blotted her skin. She closed her eyes when he took her breasts with such a soft touch.




Interlude: Night Rhythms



"Do you know how sexy you are?" Ethan asked with his hands on her shoulders. "Your skin's like silk. Your eyes sparkle with dreams coming true. Your lips are the promise that everything will only get better. Your breasts are treasures to savoured and honoured." He then placed a hand on her warm belly. "This power ... this gift you have to create life -- it's worth being celebrated." He kissed her belly, then her breasts and her lips. "I can't think of a better way to celebrate than to make love." 

Nola pulled Ethan to her face hard and their lips were almost obliterated as their tongues broke through to dance and play together. Saliva dripped from their mouths so violent and unbridled was the passion fuelling this almost desperate kiss. But Nola left Ethan's lips and kissed his neck and gently urged him to his feet. He pushed her hair aside and their gazes met. His knees buckled and he sighed when he entered her parted lips.

Nola savoured the heat coming from Ethan's cock. It was salty and tart to the taste -- she placed her tongue where his come would erupt and the whole of the cock twitched and Ethan gasped to the sensation. She gripped what she could of his thick shaft, as always startled by how soft and vulnerable the symbol of male power really was. It seemed to grow even thicker in her hand and Ethan involuntarily thrust forward. Nola gagged for the briefest moment and adapted to better suck his thrusting member. She muted his enthusiasm with a slight squeeze to his balls and went to pump Ethan's cock and cover the top with licks and kisses.

Ethan was covered in sweat and had more and more trouble to stand under Nola's knowledgeable mouth. He put his hands on her head to slow her down and she hesitantly let him go.

"I guess it's too much for you to handle," she said while she slid her hand up his chest so he could kiss her fingers.

"Hey, you're the one doing the handling, beautiful. I just thought we could go for a ride."

"Well," she said as she put her hands on her knees. "Does that mean you'll be in the driver's seat?"

"Yeah. But the stick is all yours."

Ethan switched places with Nola and he sat on the chair, his erection protruding patiently from his lap. "Look in the little pouch. In my case."

Nola dashed to the guitar case and retrieved the small condom wrapper. She tore it open and applied the condom lovingly over his erection. She then climbed on his lap, supporting herself with her knees and the armrests. He took his cock and held it steady as she lowered herself on to it. She took it in gradually, the titillating heat and sense of fullness triggering another flow of wetness to spill down her legs. Once Ethan's cock was fully inside she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. He slipped his hands under her ass and gyrated his hips to Nola's delight. Although he wore a condom, it was thin enough to communicate the combined velvety heat of their enflamed sexes. 

"Damn, you feel good in me," she said while responding to his thrusts.

His answer was to take her breasts in his hands and to kiss and lick her nipples. She cooed and accelerated her pace, his cock reaching deeper into her each time. She bit his ear and dipped her tongue in it and shivered when he took a small nibble of one nipple and pinched the other. His lips trickled across her neck with light kisses -- she dug her fingers into his thick hair and met his lips for another frenzied kiss assault.

As they kissed they were both pumping with savage, piston like force. Winded from each fuck, they grunted and moaned encouragement for their mutual orgasm. Nola suddenly braced herself on Ethan's shoulders while her body shook and her cunt walls quivered. 

"Ooohhh shiiittt!" Nola moaned as she came in a relentless wave of pleasure. 

Ethan felt a warm wetness spread across his lap as she came.

"Oh God Nola!!" he cried as his cock rippled from base to tip and he came with explosive ferocity. Nola froze when she felt the pulsation of his ejaculation and imagined the heat that would have filled her had there not been the condom. 

0:00

Two bodies were spooning on a bed in an apartment in the north of town.

Ethan and Nola were awake. He admired her sexy neck while he caressed her belly full of life.

"You are a very special man, Ethan Cain."

"You are a precious woman, Nola Murphy."



Interlude of Lust



As you open the door and I enter, you meet me with the most passionate of embraces. Not a word is spoken, for our tongues speak volumes as each the explores the other's mouth. As we step through the apartment, tongues still intertwined; your hands caress my buttocks, while mine slowly release the clasp on your bra. Our lips part for a moment as you slide your blouse off over your head, revealing your soft, black velvet bra, which is struggling to hold back your voluptuous chest. I take one quick feel of the bra on your breasts before it drops to the floor, revealing your already exited nipples. My hands find them quickly, lightly teasing them as our lips meet once again. A light rub here and a gentle pinch there are enough to turn your nipples rock hard between my fingertips.

Now our lips part once again, as mine slowly find their way down your neck, not missing a spot, until finally reaching the erect nipple of your left breast. With a light flicking of my tongue, you begin to squirm. I lick slow circles around the hard little mound, before sucking it into my mouth and caressing it in the warmth with my tongue. A gentle nibble now and then to offset the softness of my tongue is more than enough to get a few sounds of pleasure from you. As I slowly make my way to your right breast, my hand finds its way to your jeans, A quick snap of the button and a tug on the zipper and....oh...you aren't wearing any panties tonight.

As my mouth pleasures your right breast just as it did the left, my hand finds your hot, moist mound of pleasure. I gently slide my finger across, enjoying the soft warmth of your body. Then I slowly part your lips, sliding my finger in a little further. My finger glides in easily, as your juices are warm and slick. I make a few slow thrusts into your hole as far as my finger will reach before circling your now throbbing clit.

I slowly withdrawal my hand from your jeans and my mouth from your breast, as I rise back up for another kiss on your pouty lips. As you lie back onto the couch, I relieve you of the confinement of your jeans, then slowly remove mine. Once you are comfortable, I lower myself to feel your tongue in my mouth once again. Then I kiss and lick my way down your body, starting at your ears and sliding down your neck, then finding each of your nipples and your belly button on my way down. As I near your steaming hole, I pause, then slide quickly down to your feet. You let out a sigh of both enjoyment and frustration, but all will cum in time. I am sure to give ample attention to each toe with my mouth, as I massage each foot at the same time. You emit a slight giggle as my tongue tickles your toes. I slowly work my way up your legs, licking and kissing, paying particular attention to the back of your knees and your inner thighs. As I reach the top of your inner thighs, I tease a little, brushing back and forth across your pussy, without ever actually touching it.

Finally, I lay my lips gently onto your pulsating clit, which sends a shiver of delight through your entire body. I lick your pussy up and down, savoring every bit of your sweet taste. I slowly push my tongue in and out of your warm cunt. Then I let glide my tongue back up to your clit and begin licking slow circles around it, making them ever faster. By now your hips are swaying back and fourth. I lightly flick my tongue at your clit, up and down and side to side, as you begin to moan, louder and louder. As I suck your clit into my mouth and caress it with my tongue, your hips begin moving more rapidly as your entire body begins to shake.

My hands find their way back up to your nipples, being sure to spread the pleasure around as much as possible. As your moans turn into screams, you try to muffle the sound, but unable to control yourself, you grab my hair and shove my head deeper into your crotch. I speed up the rhythm faster and faster, and it becomes harder to stay between your legs, as your hips shudder more and more violently. Then you finally let out a shriek of pleasure as you thrust hour hips up at my face one more time. But I continue working at your clit, and now every little flick of my tongue makes you moan and quiver in ecstasy.

After a few moments, you begin to whisper between your moans, "fuck me, fuck me now, I want to feel you inside me!" I listen to you beg for a moment before I remove my head from between your legs. I slowly pull myself up, kissing my way back up your body until my lips find your inviting mouth. I kiss you passionately for a moment, then slowly glide my throbbing member into your slippery, wet pussy. I start with long, slow thrusts as our tongues intertwine. As I begin thrusting faster and harder, you start to moan under your breath. Faster and faster I thrust and we can no longer continue to kiss as we are both gasping for air and your moans are becoming screams. After a few more moments you scream my name in delight as I explode inside your cunt.

A few final, slow, gentle thrusts as whimper in ecstasy as I kiss your lips. I withdrawal from your hole, and lay next to you on the couch, but you do not stay in my embrace for long. You move over top of me and begin licking my nipples. You don't stay there long...what you hunger for is a little further down. You continue down my body until you hands and mouth find my cock, still limp from all the activity a moment ago. As you wrap your lips around it, it grows quickly soon filling your mouth.

The warmth of your mouth is like heaven as you tease and tantalize my now pulsating member. Your hands fondle my balls as you lick the length of my shaft and nibble on the head of my cock. Again you take all of me into your mouth, and begin to suck and lick and work with your mouth in ways I have never felt, driving me crazy with pleasure. Your hands begin to roam, and one of your fingers starts playing at the rim of my ass...a sensation I have never experienced before. I begin moaning as your tongue caresses all of my cock and you suck with such intensity, I am sent into an extreme state of extacy.

You keep me in a constant zone of pleasure for what seems like an eternity. Your skilled mouth, tongue, teeth and jaws, all work in tandem, never letting the pleasure stop. Then you start sucking harder, your head now bobbing up and down on my shaft. I begin moaning deeper as you suck harder, your head bobbing ever faster...until the pleasure is just too much! I let loose, filling your mouth with hot, slippery cum. You swallow it all, making sure not to miss a drop of the "treat" you have been hungering for. You crawl back up my body so that we can share another passionate kiss.

You stand up slowly, take my hand and lead me to the bedroom. We lay on the satin sheets, fondling and kissing one another. It doesn't take long for the fondling to become more intense. I start fingering your pussy as you slowly stroke my cock. Once you have gotten me hard once again, you straddle me as you tell me you want to ride my cock. You lower yourself onto my rod until I am totally immersed in your warm pussy again. You rock back and forth on my cock, slowly increasing your speed as you begin to moan. You rock faster and faster until you scream as you reach climax. You settle for a moment, then begin softly bouncing on my throbbing cock. I reach up to caress your breasts as they bounce above me. I rub and gently pinch your nipples as your tempo increases. Just as before, you begin to moan and shiver as your entire body is overcome with delight. You moan louder and louder, until you shriek as you climax, but I still have not.

You lean forward and whisper in my ear, "I want you to fuck me from behind." I quickly agree, this also being one of my favorite positions. You slowly slide off of me, leaving my erect member shimmering with your juices. As I sit up, you bend over on all fours in front of me. I kneel behind you and carefully guide my glistening cock into your dripping pussy. I grab your hips as I begin thrusting my dick in and out of your slippery hole. Soon you start pounding your ass back into my hips on every thrust as I ram your pussy harder and faster, harder and faster. Quickly wonderful sounds of pleasure begin to escape your mouth, as you grow closer and closer to climax. As you once again scream with pleasure, your arms collapse under you, and you whisper between breaths, "please fuck my ass, I want you to cum in my ass..."

I slowly withdrawal from your wet pussy, my cock covered in your wonderful slippery juices. I gently guide the head of my dick into your puckered little ass. I slide in a little more of my cock with each gentle thrust, listening to your moans. I thrust a little deeper, a little faster, until your ass is filled with the whole of my cock. I begin thrusting faster and faster; your ass now ramming back into my hips with every powerful thrust as we both begin to moan. At last, you cry out my name as I burst, filling your ass full of glistening white cum. I shiver in relief, and with a few last, slow thrusts, I withdrawal my tired cock from your tight little ass. We collapse together on the bed, both shimmering with sweat. We kiss each other passionately before falling asleep in one another's arm, holding each other until the morning light.



Interlude: Sleeping With Her



I open my eyes. I forget for a moment where I am, until I feel the warmth next to me. I feel her breath against my neck and realize the comfort of her arm around my chest. I am in bed with her. In a hotel room that I had rented in case we were to drunk to go back. I stare out at the wall, beyond the shadows of the darkened room, and try to match my breathing to hers.

But with a sigh, I softly lift her arm and slide out from the haven of our bed. I deposit her slender limb back where I was and kneel by the bed. I rest my chin on the mattress and observe how her hair falls across her ethereal features like a veil across a memory. I ponder the color of her dreams: are they pale and fragile like her skin, or golden and engrossing like her hair?

After a few moments, I cross over to the bathroom, each movement deliberate and calculated to diminish any sound which might awaken her. I cringe as the latch of the bathroom door slides in place, each creak of the mechanism reverberating in my ears like a rifle shot. I click on the light and realize my senses are still dimmed from the night's partying. At the sink, I struggle with the faucet, a cheap plastic crystal that is pushed left or right to achieve the desired temperature. I push all the way to the right, embracing the idea of ice-cold water drowning away my weariness.

I reach over for a washcloth and let it drop in the sink where it greedily soaks up the cold water. When the water starts to pool over the cloth, I pick it up and slap it against my face. I lean my head back and feel the cold water flow down my neck, branching out against the continent of my skin. I shiver as the liquid hardens my nipples and causes a slight stir between my legs. When excitement begins to haunt me, I pull the washcloth away and let it flop on the floor.

Switching the light off and shutting the faucet, I leave the bathroom and quietly head for the balcony. The hotel is in the center of town and the room is on the fifth story. I slide the patio door and swiftly slip outside, sliding the door back to within an inch of being completely sealed. A small winter breeze blows in to the room and I hear her shift, likely wrapping the blankets tightly around her form.

Naked against the brisk night air, I watch a dancing pattern of lights twinkle across a cityscape. I close my eyes and breath deeply, thinking that perhaps I can absorb a bit of all the mysteries that make up this painting of life. I search for an insight regarding my own mystery.

A blinking sign across the street shows it is 3 a.m. and 28 degrees outside. I fight my body's fear of cold for as long as I can, but ultimately I retreat back inside. She has turned towards the window - the blankets tightly hugging her body - and the moonlight floating through the patio door gives her face the luminescent qualities of a favorite fantasy. I walk over to the leather reading chair that accompanies the room's small table and turn it in her direction. Within arm's reach is a small cooler. I crack it open and pull out a bottle of water. I lean back in the chair, taking a gulp and shiver from the shock of my cooled skin coming in contact with the warmer cowhide.

She twists again, now laying on her back. She has pushed blankets away, exposing her body completely to the moonlight. I watch as her breasts rise and fall; her nipples are hard and inviting. I put the bottle aside and walk over to her. She seems to sense my presence and squirms, moaning softly. I lay my fingertips on the base of her chin and gently trace my way down to her mound, hidden by the blankets. As I run my fingers up and down from her belly to her neck, my nails brushing against her skin like a feather - or a wish - I whisper her name. She throws her arms over her head and arches her back, aching for a deeper touch. I lean down and kiss her heart through her skin.

I pull the blankets off her completely and take their place. While I delicately rest my weight on her she opens her eyes. She smiles and spreads her thighs; I move in between them and savor her moisture against my cock.. She moves her hips up and down, coating my erection with her juices, and we kiss. From that initial kiss, I caress her face with my lips; the small beads of perspiration that form on her forehead from excitement send tremors through my lips to my groin; the trace smell of Obsession drifting from her neck as I breath across her ears makes my heart beat faster; her breath against my throat triggers a few drops of pre-come to escape my cock.

I hover over her, waiting, letting the hairs on my chest tickle her nipples. "Down there," she asks me, pushing down on my shoulders..

A slave to her desire, I slide my body down hers, the only contact between us the hairs on my chest. Near the source of her nectar, I lean back on my knees and take in the sight of our greatest difference. While I gaze at her sweet petals, I lift her legs and slip her toes between my lips, blowing and softly licking each of them in turn.

I see her twitch with each flicker of my tongue, and I suddenly wonder who is the most tortured by this slow building to the meal of her pussy. But I get the answer when, with a crazed look in her eyes, she her moves her legs aside, lunges for my head, and buries my face in her crotch.

The musky odor from her pussy sends me into a frenzy. My tongue sneaks through her, tasting each crevice and fold her flesh forms. When I find her luscious little clit, I freeze. It seems almost alive, caught in the trap of my lips. As her body spasms, more and more of her juices flow across my chin. I finally decide to let my tongue dance with her button, and she almost renders me unconscious with the force of her thighs snapping shut across my head. 

I rest peacefully, nestled against her snatch with my tongue fused to her clit. Now, she takes control, gyrating and grinding her pelvis in a means to connect us in this way forever. She reaches for my wrists and pulls my hands up to her tender breasts. I feel as if I may cut myself on her ever stiffening nipples. When I finally move my tongue in response to her motions - all the while pinching her nipples -- she cuts loose with a gasp and a moan that resonates like a melody to my ear.

I lick gingerly at her ever swelling clit. I want to make her sing and vibrate; I want her to dig her fingers in my hair; I want her to make me the tool of her ecstasy. 

"I want to fuck you," I whisper from between her thighs.

"Oh yeah," she moans. She looks up at me as I sit up and pull her hips so her pussy in only inches from my stiff cock. "Do me. Do me like the fucking cock-machine you are!" she screams.

I start laughing. Realizing what she has just said, she clasps her hands to her face and begins to giggle uncontrollably. "Did you just call me a cock-machine?" I ask between chuckles. 

"Well," she says, taking my erection in her hands and moving it between her cunt lips, "you do have a cock - beautiful cock - and you've been known to go like a machine, so…"

"Are you saying you want my cock?"

"Yeah."

"Say it."

"I want it. Its mine and I want it."

A tease, I back up slightly and she gives me a disapproving tug.

"Oh no," she says, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You're not going anywhere. You're going to fuck me. You're going to fuck me for the rest of my life."

"Well. I guess I better get to it, then."

Slowly, I slide form her grip and place myself at the entrance of her tunnel; she leans back, arms stretched over head, letting me drink in her beauty draped in dreamy moonlight. I watch her skin glimmer as I enter her, one inch at time. The deeper I enter -- she slowly repositions herself to make my trek easier - the more I rest my body weight on her. When my pubic hair is mixed with hers, I cover her completely and our eyes are close enough to exist as one.

"Gently, my love," she whispers.

I fuck her slowly, letting my pace match our kisses: lips that barely touch at first; they slide against one another then, savoring silky softness that sends sparks across our skin; at last, our tongues meet and dance, weaving themselves like two halves that have been apart for too long.

"Oh yes!" she moans, knotting her legs around me, unwilling to let me get away. "Yess … There … My spot … Right there … Ohhh…!"

I feel the walls of her cunt tighten as she raises and lowers her hips in answer to my thrusts. Feeling that I might lose control and come, too quickly to my liking, I steady her and unclasp her legs. 

"Put a pillow under your ass," I whisper. When she does, I push her legs up to her shoulders and begin to take slow, measured strokes. I pull out of her almost completely before sinking my cock back in, deeper and deeper with each movement.

She closes her eyes, savoring my length over and over again. When I slide a hand down her thigh and bring it to rest on her clit, a sigh escapes her parted lips. I trace small circle about her cunt with my thumb, moving it in tandem with my hips. I make sure to brush up against her sensitive bud when I am at my deepest in her.

"God, you…" I growl as our heat combines and we grind on one another. I watch drops of my sweat fly off to mingle with hers. I lean down to lick our mingled perspiration from the space between her tits and she holds my head tight; I hear her heartbeat. I move from side to side, licking and devouring her orbs like they're the last meal I will have before Heaven, or Hell, comes for me.

Being so close to her, so deep in her, is too much for me and I start to fuck her furiously. All control I had is now gone, replaced by the instinct of desire. She holds on to me for dear life as my thrusts seem like they will shake the room to pieces

"Let go," she says sweetly as she runs her tongue across my ear. "Come. Come in me… Be in me… Be in me forever… Forever."

"Never let you go! My heart… my soul… It's all yours. All of it!" 

We both seem to lose ourselves as I come and the walls of her pussy contract to milk every last ounce of my load. She holds me so tightly, whispering my name, that I feel our hearts beating off each other. 

Spent, I roll off her, feeling our mingled juices run down my legs. The blankets are soaked from our sweat while the room is full of the aroma of our lovemaking. She turns on to her side, facing me. Her eyes are half closed, drenched in sleepiness and contentment. She delicately traces my features as if to remember them like this were she ever to go blind.

"Hey," she says.

"Hi."

"I'm happy, y'know. I love you."

"I love you, too. Sleep now." She turns around and curls up against me.

I close my eyes.



Interlude: Strangers in the Rain



She stood on a street corner, rain pouring down and beating hard against the magazine she held over her head in a vain effort to stay dry. When she had left that morning, the sun had shone as if focusing all the heat of the summer season into a single glorious day. She had decided to wear only a sleeveless top and a pair of shorts; she knew the outfit would draw the attention of all the men she would encounter. Her top was fairly low-cut, tight and white. Her shorts were black and fit snugly against the sides of her shapely hips. Her breasts bulged by the pressure of her push-up bra; she had been satisfied by the impact she would create.

But now, as it neared 9 o’clock in the evening, she wished for a raincoat -- the rain had started to sting her flesh and cool the air. Water flowed over the sides of the magazine and down her arms. But what made her shiver the most was the water flowing down her shoulders, around her neck, and down her cleavage. Her body tingled as the cool water conflicted with her hot flesh. But walking quickly, she managed to slip under the awning of a doorway near the bus stop. If the public transportation wasn’t late, she could be home by ten.

Across the street, he waited aimlessly at another bus stop. He wore a black T-shirt and slacks. Sitting on a bench, he felt the water run down his shaven head and over his features. The water was perhaps the only thing calming him enough to leash his howls of anger; he glared at the watch he had been given on his birthday. He tore it off and threw it away with all his strength. It landed across the street. He then leaned his head back and let the rain cover his face with its cool comfort. If it could wash away the image of his girlfriend riding another man, he would be happy.  He then bent forward and watched water flow into a gutter. Maybe that’s where I’m headed, he pondered as rain water poured into his eyes.

She turned when she heard something splash in a puddle near her feet. She looked around and noticed a watch reflecting the light from a nearby street lamp. She picked it up and saw that it was still ticking. As she wondered where the watch came from, she saw him sitting on a bench, indifferent to the downpour. She looked down both sides of the street – all she saw was the line of  lamps that illuminated the raindrops as they crossed the cones of light. Taking a risk, she ran across the street and approached him. She realized she had seen him before – everyday in fact. Actually, every morning. He always stood at that very bus stop -- probably when he went to work. As she noticed the way his shirt was sticking to his large chest and shoulders, she suddenly hoped he had noticed her as well.

“Is this yours?” she asked, shivering a bit from the increasing wind.

He looked up at her as she presented the watch. “It is,” he answered. “My girlfriend gave it to me.” He stood, took the watch and threw it back across the street, where it finally shattered and broke. “I don’t want to have it anymore.” He sat back down and listened to the rain.

She looked at him, her mouth open, stunned at his actions. “Why’d you do that?”

“My girl told me the watch was to keep track of all out good times together. Then I found her in bed with another man. I punched him and told her to leave. That’s why I threw the watch away.”

“Bummer,” she mused. “And the whole sitting barefoot in the rain thing?”

“I don’t feel like crying. The rain cries for me.”

“That’s… weird. Are you always this weird?”

“Pretty much. Except when I sleep. Then I just snore.”

She giggled and sat down next to him before realizing the bench was soaked. But ignoring the wetness – she started to wonder if it was only the rain -- she tossed her magazine aside and mirrored his posture. He watched her from the corner of his eye; the rain had made her white camisole sheer and the lace of her bra underneath was becoming intangible. As she leaned her head back and let the rain pelt her dark hair, he savored the way her nipples pierced her garments and challenged the cool air. Even in the dimly lit street, he was struck by how her tanned skin glowed beneath the streetlights. Her limbs were long and limber, and yet she retained sensually curved hips and large, beckoning breasts the beguiled her athletic shape.

“What are you doing?” he asked, suddenly wary of her intrusion.

“I’m just sitting with a stranger in the rain. And I’m wondering why you’re a stranger.”

“There’s a logical explanation for that.”

“Hmm?”

“We don’t know each other.”

Again, she giggled and gave his shoulder a good punch. She then bit her lower lip and felt a tingle between her thighs: his shoulder muscles were rock hard. She brought her legs together and shifted her position to face him – his eyes were bouncing from her tits to her full lips. His eyes were grey and sorrowful while his lashes were long and full. He blinked rapidly against the rain that ran down his broad nose – she loved the natural flare of his nostrils. And there were his lips – thick and heart-shaped; they could almost be a woman’s lips. 

“I happen to know a lot about you,” she said as she slid closer to him. He did not appear to react, but she could see his thigh muscles tense through his pants. 

“I know you work 3 blocks from here. You wear a suit every day except for Wednesday – I think you play tennis or racquetball or something… I know you have a tattoo of the cardinal points on the back of your head – kinda cute actually. What’s up with that?”

“What’s up with you knowing all that stuff about me? Are you a stalker? Be kind of cool if you were…”   

“You don’t recognize me, do you?”

“No… no I don’t. Trust me though, I’m never going to forget the way you look right now.”

A satisfied smile spread across her face. “I take the same bus you do. In the morning. I usually wear glasses… and a uniform.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek and started to stroke his chin as he searched his routine for any memory of her. “You usually sit two seats in front of me reading Time magazine, right?”

“Bingo!” she exclaimed as she tapped her nose. “I think we’ve been taking the bus together for the past year.” 

“Hmmm… You’re a waitress too, right?”

“Give the man another gold star… I work at Larkin’s. I’ve served you lunch a few times. You’re a good tipper.”

He laughed a bit. “Well, you’re a good dipper.”

“What?”

“When you lean over to put the plates on the table… your blouse usually dips, and I get a glimpse of your – er – laciness.” 

“You’ve been peaking at my tits,” she said with false anger. But even as she acted pissed, she let her arms fall over the back of the bench which pushed her bosom outwards. “Are you looking at them now?”

“Do I have a choice? I think the heat and the rain is making us do weird things.” Suddenly, he stood up and walked over to a street lamp and leaned against it while facing her. She crossed her legs, waiting for him to speak. But he just looked down the alley behind the bench. While he was lost in the darkness, a bus came barreling down the street, carefully stopping farther from the curb than normal so as not to splash them. 

People stared at them from the bus windows; they seemed somewhat curious and worried about this strange woman in a see-through shirt and the bald, muscular man dressed in black, standing barefoot in the rain. He was oblivious to the bus door that opened before them, but she motioned that they would stay here. The driver just shrugged, closed the door, and sped off as the passengers forgot their interest and returned to their indifference.

“You know,” he began as the rain suddenly went up a notch and became the imitation of  a waterfall. “I’ve been with my girlfriend for less than a year. I met her when I worked for her father. He wasn’t crazy about us hooking up… he knew his daughter. She was just pissing him off while trying to convince herself she loved me. For awhile, she did. We were happy. We apparently aren’t so happy anymore…”

“It’s the heat,” she responded as she got up and walked over to him. “Anger, hate, passion… desire. The heat makes you too tired to express your feelings, and when the rain comes – it cools you down… those bottled up emotions suddenly boil over and you find yourself out of control. You do things against your nature…”

She trailed her sentence off and was now standing in front of him. Rain pelted their clothing, threatening to dissolve it away and leave them naked. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his  heart beat through his large chest muscles. She imagined him as a statue, ancient and powerful against the ravages of time. Yet his eyes were alive and sad, aware of how time can simultaneously destroy and rebuild. But the thought quickly dissipated as he cupped her face. She felt the his calluses brush against her soft skin – the hands were strong, yet used to gently caress fragile surfaces.        

“Is it against your nature to kiss a man?” he asked as he ran his thumbs across her thin eyebrows and down the sides of her face.

“I don’t usually kiss strangers,” she whispered as she placed her hand over his and came to within a hair’s width of his face.

“Am I still a stranger?” he asked as his lips brushed the surface of her nose.

“Please yes… be a stranger…” 

The first light touch of their lips together brought a sizzle to the moisture in the night air. And each time, their lips parted a little more, leaving extra space for their tongues to meet. When their mouths were completely open, their tongues were soon exploring the other’s home. She tasted his saliva while he drank in the first of the moist places he would explore before the night was over. As their kisses became more brutal and desperate, his arms dropped down her sides and he gripped her ass roughly and rammed her against his crotch – she smiled coyly between kisses as she felt his manhood push through the wet fabric of her shorts. She pushed his head against the lamppost while gyrating and grinding her pelvis on his cock. He had no choice but to tightly grip her hair and pull her head back while moaning and grunting his satisfaction – she sighed more heavily as he punctuated each sound with a wild kiss and a lively lick across the flushed skin of her neck.    

When he found her earlobe and started to nibble it, he reached up from her ass, over her steaming pussy, underneath her sheer shirt, up her taut belly until he found one of her tits. Massaging it through the padding, he slipped his hand into the bra cup and pressed down on her nipple with his thumb. She let out a loud moan and her tongue creeped out of her mouth and sought his with renewed fervor. 

But, as the patter of the rain maintained its pace, they separated and stared at each other while panting wildly.

“This…” he started.

“This is right,” she added.

“Yeah. It’s very right.” He tosses his head back, hard enough to hurt himself on the lamppost and let out and almost maniacal laugh. “God help me! I want to fuck you so much … all night… all day… the rest of the fucking week!!”

‘I want that to,” she hissed. Then she joined him in laughter as they held each other. 

A passing car slowed and a window rolled down. But before the occupant could see if they needed help, they both turned towards the car and another eruption of mad laughter escaped them. While they laughed, a flash of lighting tore up the sky and bathed them in eerie light. The person in the car motioned to the driver to get away from these weirdoes.   

They both watched the car speed away and stayed motionless for awhile, their foreheads pressed together. 

“Where?” he asked as he kissed the rain and sweat from her brow. “Where can we go to fuck? We can’t do it here, can we? We could but… Your place?”

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” she whispered as she brushed his lips with hers. “Besides, I don’t think any drivers would let you on without any shoes.”

“What? No shirt, no shoes, no service?”

“You’ve got a shirt on.”

“Oh.” With one quick movement he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing thick and well-defined chest muscles crowned by powerful shoulders and completed by a set of chiseled abs.

“Oh my!” she stammered as she floated her fingertips over his chest, coming to rest on the tattoo of a spider over his heart. The tattoo itself  was comprised of a large four-sided lozenge as the body and smaller one for the head. From the body emerged two sets of legs aiming downward and two upwards. She also noticed what looked like flames coming from around his back to end on each shoulder. She looked into his eyes, and felt a chill run down her back while the space between her legs heated like a furnace.

“I knew about the tattoo on your head, but the spider… what are these flames?”

To answer, he turned around to reveal to her a colorful tattoo of a bird engulfed in bright red and yellow flames. The bird’s wings were spread and the flames surrounding them ended on his shoulders. She delicately touched the intricate artwork – it looked like each feather had been individually colored and each flicker of flame appeared to burn true. She put her hands on his lower back -- where the tattoo started – and pressed her chest onto the tattoo. Her hands ran up the sides of his muscular back while she moved up and down; her hard nipples seemed even harder as she showed what the tattoo was doing to her.

“I’m so hot,” she whispered. She felt him tense as she reached around his waist to grab his cock through his trousers. She rubbed it at the same rate she moved up and down his body.

“Ahhh…!” he exclaimed while the sensation of her nipples made goosebumps ripple across his skin, provoking strange life in the flaming bird.

“Stop that or drop my pants and do me now!” he shouted against the thunder. “And stop laughing.” 

“Well, stop saying such silly things and I’ll stop laughing. Did you see the faces of the people going by?”

He turned to face her as she spoke. She gave him a bit of room, but never beyond her arm’s reach. 

“I know. They must think we’re real freaks.”

“We’re not?”

“Nah… Just you.”

She gave him a playful punch in the chest. She then held her hand and feigned pain, indicating how hard his muscles were. He took her hand and brought to his lips where he kissed her knuckles gently.

“What had we been talking about before you went gaga over my back?” he asked.

“Maybe going somewhere to get our freak on. And you shouldn’t provoke me by taking your shirt off, you sexy bastard.”

“Well, maybe you should stop dry-humping me in the rain. On a street corner. Near a bus stop. Where every one can see us. Freak.”

“Bastard.”

“Freak.”

She lightly caressed his cheek. “Are those are names for tonight?” she asked wistfully. “ I’m freak and you’re bastard?”

“No. We have no names tonight. But I just thought of a place where we can be together for a while.”

“Hmmm…?”

“There’s a park a block from here. We could get there on foot. Be only a few minutes.” 

“You sure about this?” she asked suddenly. A flash of fear and hesitation washed across her face. She realized she was about to go make love to a stranger in a public park. “I mean… what if we shouldn’t…?”

“You’re having second thoughts,” he said, resting his hands on her shoulders.  He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead and said: “Listen. I’m going to go to the park. Follow me if you want. I would never force you. But… you’ve got to know -- despite how bad this evening’s been for me – the past few moments here, with you, have been some of the best of my life. I don’t know why, but they have.”

He softly pushed her aside while she looked down at the ground, chewing her lower lip. He picked up his shirt, and started to walk away. He paused and looked at her longingly over his shoulder: “If you follow me, I can’t promise it’ll the right thing for you to do. But I do promise to try my damnedest to make you feel good, and to make our time together… memorable.”

And with that, she watched him go, admiring the way his shoulders remained steady and confident while his ass swung slightly from left to right like a quiet, sensual pendulum. She took a step to follow him, then stopped; she tried to make sense of the chaos that drowned all reasonable thought. Fact: she didn’t know this man. Fact: she even felt a little fear about this man. Fact: she feared herself when she was around this man. Fact: the rain was starting to pour again. Fact: she wanted this man very, very much. 

Before he could disappear around the street corner and into the shadows, she sprinted after him. He stopped on the outskirts of the light cast by a street lamp when he heard the rapid patter of her footsteps splashing through the puddles on the sidewalk. He spun to face her, but ended up catching her instead because she was running too fast to stop in time. As she rested in his arms, her face pressed against the spider tattoo on his chest, she listened his heartbeat. It was steady, strong, and comforting. He stroked her hair as she started to kiss her way from the tattoo to his face.

“So, you decided to follow me,” he whispered while he nuzzled her forehead before surrendering to her kiss.

“I’m going to follow you…” she muttered from between their touching lips. “Kiss you… fuck you…”

They walked languidly towards the park. Every once in a while, they would stop to kiss or hug each other. With each halt, their actions became increasingly fevered and sexual: the most intense came when he stopped and pulled her towards him as he fell against a tree – she yelped and pressed her ass against his crotch while he slipped his hands down the front and the back of her shorts. His fingers joined together beneath her thong, stretching the shorts almost to the breaking point. She pressed her tits together, turned to her side, and licked his lips hungrily as he tenderly applied pressure on her cunt. He felt her hot wetness overwhelm the cool dampness of the rain; he felt her labia spread and her pussy lips swell with the blood of desire; he felt her stiffen, open her legs, and cover his lips with ever desperate kisses when his middle fingers pushed upwards and slid inside her pussy to come to rest near her hungry cunt and excited clit. 

“Ahhh…ohhh…Yes….” She moaned as he made small circular motions that caused her to push away from him while trying to get more of his fingers inside her.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked smugly, enjoying the weight of her body against his.

“Yes… give me more…” she whispered.

His answer was to slip his hands out of her shorts and rest them on his hips.

“What’re you doing?” she asked suspiciously.

“If you want more, you’ll have to catch me!” 

“What!?…” she started, but before she could finish her thought, he had slipped around her and was running towards a lighted field a few hundred feet away.

Without even thinking, she bolted after him. While she ran, she felt a sudden rush of freedom as  rain and branches whipped a frenzy of emotions deep inside her. She was now a lustful predator hunting equally lustful prey. And she knew that when she caught him, their roles would interchange and the result would be unadulterated pleasure. Closing on him, she relished the way his back muscles flexed and swelled with each rapid stride – she imagined her fingers on that back while powerful thighs would rest against hers and the hard cock she had felt through his pants earlier would occupy its rightful place deep in her pussy.

His trek had taken him roughly to the middle of well lit soccer field. The light cast by the tall lamps on each side of the field negated any possibility for shadows, so he had to take a chance and slow down a bit and turn around to see where she was. 

She plowed into him with enough force to knock him to the ground. While he laid there, he smiled up at her as she stood victoriously over him.




Interlude: Strangers in the Rain



“I think you got me,” he said as his breath returned. Again, he marveled at how her beautiful skin glittered in the rain. By now, her camisole was not only sheer – it bordered on nonexistent. Despite the chills the touch of the cool grass gave him, his erection grew quickly and it seemed to almost wiggle in his pants like a frenzied, free thinking entity.

“You know,” she almost shouted, “I think I do. And I know just what to do with you, too.”   

She lowered herself to the ground, placing a knee on each side of his body while she supported herself on her hands. Her hair fell around his face while her hard nipples poked his chest provocatively. He slid his hands along the sides of her body, cupped her tits, and gave them a firm squeeze as he lifted his head and kissed her.

Again, electricity surged between their overly sensitive lips and they rolled around on the wet grass, mimicking the sensual conflict their tongues were involved in. When he rolled on to her, she wrapped her legs around him to better press his erection against her smoldering pussy. Locked in this manner, they started to grind their pelvises together as their tongues darted in and out of the other’s mouth.

“I want to see you,” he whispered while licking her upper lip. “All of you.”

Her answer was to flip him over and to straddle him. He cradled his head in his arms while he enjoyed the sight of her running her hands up and down her belly and chest.

“What do you want to see?” she asked. The wind ruffled the leaves of the adjoining trees and whipped her tresses vividly around her head. The rain fell with more authority and flashes of lightning danced around the horizon.

“Show me everything…”

She paused for a moment, pondering what she should do, when a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, leaping from one cloud to the next. The following instant, a low rumble of thunder vibrated through their bodies -- without a second’s hesitation, she gripped the top of her camisole, and pulled in opposite direction. Weakened by the water, the strands of the garment feel away easily, allowing her to tear it in two and slip it off like a vest -- she threw it violently away. 

He whistled in admiration at the sight of her flat stomach and lovely fleshy cones held in check by a lightly padded bra. She raised her arms high above her head, making her tits stand out even more. Filled with desire, he sat up and buried his face in her cleavage and covered the silky expanse with quick kisses while he slipped his arms around her back. She held on to his strong shoulders and rested her chin on his head while he deftly unclasped her bra. Gripping her hips, he held her steady as she slipped the bra off – her inch long nipples protruded proudly from the center of pink aureoles that occupied almost a third of each breast. 

He stayed in a seated position, supporting himself with his arms, while she swayed in front of him. He opened his mouth in order to let her slip her nipples between his lips where the sensitive nubs came in contact with his tongue. Her breathing became labored when he suddenly flipped her around so that she now rested on her back while he kneeled between her thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed as he caressed her face and slid his hand down between her breasts. “And you look really yummy.”

She had another fit of the giggles. Then, her laughter turned to raspy sighs as he plunged one of her stiff nipples into his hungry mouth. She writhed and trembled while his tongue danced and flickered across her electrified flesh. He rested his other hand on her other breast and began to massage it with delicate authority, ensuring that its every square inch was lovingly touched and caressed. When he released her nipple she pouted a bit, until he engulfed the other breast with a series of kisses and tongue probes until he reached a rock-hard nipple that he worshipped with another sensual dance of lip and tongue. Beneath his ministrations, she violently arched her back which almost threw him off.

“Ohhh…” she gasped as she gripped his hair and pressed him firmly against her chest. It was like she tried to jam her whole tit into his mouth. “There! Right there!…”

Listening to her reactions, he concentrated his tongue lashing on her aureole until her hips started to grind and smash against his pant covered cock. Within seconds, her body stiffened, her breath halted, and her body then relaxed. She smiled while her eyes remained closed.

“I love coming from having my tits sucked,” she murmured.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman with such sensitive nipples.” He raised himself on his knees and let his hands fall onto her hips. “What else do you have that’s sensitive?”

“Well,” she started as she raised her hips and he began to pull her soaked shorts off. “I have this little spot on my pussy… I think it’s called my clitoris.”

“Really?” Her shorts were completely off. 

“Oh yes.”

“What about here?” he asked as he pushed her knees back, giving him room to roam his lips across her inner thighs.

“Oh… ahhh… yeah. That’s a good spot, too.”

He watched as goosebumps marched down her long legs when he started to blown on her pussy through her thong. From the corner of his eye, he watched her bite her lower-lip when he moved her thong aside to reveal the soft petals of her cunt. He paused then to drink in the sight of her womanhood as the mingled juices and rain water running down the inside of her legs glistened in the glow of the park’s lights. Laying a tender kiss just above her clit, he locked his eyes with hers, grabbed the sides of the thong, then slid it off as well.

He smiled as she lay there on her back, in the wet grass: her black tresses splayed around her head like a sensual aura. Her firm tits fell slightly towards her open arms. Her knees were raised and her legs were opened and only a small strip of pubic hair pointed towards a readied pussy.

“What’s your name?” he asked suddenly in a murmur as the rain started to pound them again. Wind ruffled through the leaves like some strange applause.

“I’m Lynne.” 

“Hi Lynne. I’m Nicholas. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

After the quick introduction, he stood and began to undo his belt but Lynne readily joined him and proceeded to do it in his place. She held a slow pace in the way she unlatched his belt, pulled on each side of the zipper to spread it apart, and carefully pushed his pants past his ass and let them fall to the ground. She ran her hands over his broad chest and down his slim hips until she came to rest on his buttocks. She gave them a squeeze and licked one of his nipples, then smiled as she pressed her face into his chest: there was no hint of any excess flesh on any part of him. And when she brought her hand around and slipped into his blue boxers, she found where all the excess was.

“How big?…” she asked while she fell to her knees and carried the boxers down with her. His erection jutted out from between his thighs. She put a hand around the base of the shaft and started to examine it closely. The skin was soft and silky, while the shaft itself was covered with a web of thick veins. She took his balls in her hand and gently pressed them together while she pumped his cock – the foreskin slipped over and the off the head of the shaft. She stared at that small hood of skin intently. “You’re not circumcised,” she commented.

He was unable to speak clearly as his body shook under her delicate touch. His raspy grunts competed with the rain to be heard as he felt her take the tip of his cock between her lips – once, while the foreskin was on, and then when the foreskin was off. 

“It’s tangier when the skin’s off,” she coolly commented. “But it’s surprisingly soft on my lips when the skin’s on. Hm…”

“It’s…” he struggled to say. “Is this some kind of taste test?…”

“Well, yeah,” she answered as she ran her lips the length of each side of  the shaft, coming to rest on the head at the end of each trip. “I’m not used to uncircumcised  cocks. It’s… new and fun.”

“Hmmm… you’re right. It certainly is fun.”

He suddenly threw his head back while his whole cock disappeared into her eager mouth. Her hand squeezed his balls firmly while she sucked and licked and kissed his cock and sent him into a delirious series of gasps and moans and sighs. She pumped the shaft while she took one of his balls into her mouth, where she played with it with her tongue. His legs finally gave out and he sank to the ground to finally rest on his back. She never once let go of his cock – under the rainfall, he was blessed with the image of her arching back and bobbing head and swaying tits brushing the inside of his thighs while his cock slipped in and out of her warm mouth.

“Stop,” he muttered. “Please stop. I can’t take it – I want to be in you… now…”

“Well, I’m not one to disappoint.”

She released his shaft and slithered up his body; she reached behind her ass, found his cock, and teased it by rubbing the tip against her slit. He reached up and pulled her face to his where he kissed her violently, pushing his tongue into her mouth – at the same time, she inserted his cock into her pussy. Although her juices were flowing freely, she had to take her time so she could fit his massive tool into her tightness.

When he felt her warmth sheathe his cock and her tight cunt ensnare his desire, he covered her face with slow and tender kisses, a contrast to the violent bucking of her pelvis on his. She accepted the kisses wholeheartedly as she enjoyed the invasive heat and sheer girth of his cock to which she surrendered the excited walls of her cunt. As he started to move with her, she shifted the angle of her body slightly so she could better feel his sliding tool move against her electrified clit.

“Good… So goood!” she exclaimed as he rolled her on to her back and took control of the fucking. She locked eyes with his as he held her ankles and spread her legs apart. He seemed to dance as he fucked her; his belly flexed madly while thrust after powerful thrust pushed him deeper in to her. She felt jolted by waves of pleasure as his cock stretched her and defied her not to submit to her approaching orgasm.

When he started to feel her cunt tighten, he laid down on her so their bodies pressed together. He fused his lips to hers while she wrapped her legs and arms tightly around him -- he fucked her with an ever maddening pace, matching the rain that pelted them with another cool downpour.  The sounds of their moans and their bodies smacking together drifted through the park, drowning out the rustling of the leaves – their expressions of desire merged with  the rumbles of thunder and eruptions of lightning, turning their approaching climax in to a climatic event. 

“Nicholas,” she screamed. “Ahh… Nicholas! Coming! Ohhh….! Yes! Yes!”

He licked her neck as her nails dug into his back until her body stiffened – her cunt contracted wildly and the pressure on his cock was soon beyond his tolerance and control.

“Lynne!” he gasped. “It’s… I’m coming too!”

Taken by a sudden fear, Nicholas tried to pull out of her, but Lynne held him tight. While they lost themselves into depth of each others eyes and lightning tore the sky and the rain fell at its hardest of the evening, his body shook and his cock pulsed -- he released a flow of hot come deep into her willing cunt. Even after he’d exhausted the most jism he felt he’d ever produced, Lynne continued to move her hips in order to draw out every last drop.

He rolled off her reluctantly, and as he did she followed until she came to rest her head on his chest. She enjoyed his slow and powerful heartbeat while he breathed deeply and gently stroked her hair. She rubbed her thighs together and their mingled juices poured from her cunt onto the ground – at the same time, she played with his still stiff cock.

“Hm,” he went.

“What?” 

“The rain’s stopped…” he kissed her forehead. “Listen, about earlier. I wanted to pull out…”

“It’s okay. I know. I’m on the pill. It’s safe.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“I think I know you better than  you think.”

“Probably. But what I know – right now -- is that we’d better scrounge our things up and get outta here before the cops show us out of the park.”

So they quickly rose from the ground and picked up their clothing form the four corners of the field. He gave her his tee since she had torn her camisole, and they walked back to the bus stop where they met. They moved slowly, their arms around each other, her head rested on his shoulder and he sometimes gave it a little kiss. 

“Well,” he said, “looks like we’ve come full circle.”

“Yeah. Are you going back home tonight?”

“No. I don’t think so. Not tonight anyway. But I will have things to clear up tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“I have to get something over with, and I’ve got something to start.” He put his hands on her shoulders. “That is, if you’re interested. We could have a date where we keep our clothes on?”

“I think I’d like that. And… you can always spend the night at my place. I have a hot shower, and a change of clothes from my brother when he stays over – it should fit. I promise you a great night…”

“I like the sound of that. I have no choice but to take you up on your offer.”

“Great. Shall we walk. It’s only about 10 blocks. And there are no buses, anyway.”

He kissed her and they went off towards her apartment.

“This, I believe, may well the beginning of something interesting…” his voice echoed under the clear night sky.



Interlude - The Dominant Girl Next



This one (as well as chapters 2 and 3) is pure fantasy, though the woman in it is based on a real woman that I actually knew several years ago (I find it easier to fantasize about women I've actually met than inventing a person).

In terms of my stories on here, this one happens about 2 weeks before the "She's All Tied Up" stories begin. 

*The Story*

It was about 5:30 in the afternoon in late summer. I'd just gotten home from work and was putting my cell phone on its charger in my home office when my doorbell rang.

I opened the door and was somewhat shocked to see my next door neighbour standing there, with just a small bikini top holding her (ample) chest in, and a sarong around her waist.

Before we go on, let me describe her a little bit. She's about 5'5" tall and quite curvy (large breasts and shapely ass). Originally from mainland China, she'd moved as a young girl to the city where she now lived when her parents had gotten jobs there. Her face was quite round and very attractive, and she was easily one of the hotter young women I knew.

So, seeing as she looked like THAT, finding her on my doorstep wearing not very much was quite a shock, especially given that I'd known her for a couple of years (she's friends with my lady friend), and she'd never shown the slightest sexual spark towards me (or anyone else for that matter).

"Hey, come on in," I said to her.

She stepped inside and immediately closed the door behind her. I walked into the living room in front of her and was surprised to see that she'd untied the top of her bikini, so that it was just hanging around her, her lovely firm nipples on her beautiful soft breasts exposed for me to see.

She walked right up to me and put my right hand on her left breast. Without being asked, I started to massage it and gently tweak her nipple with my hand.

"You like that, don't you?" She asked. I nodded, mute from shock, though I could feel the inside of my shorts getting tighter.

As if reading my mind (or my hormones), she reached forward and unzipped my shorts and pulled my them and my boxers to the floor. As I stepped out of them, she knelt down (leaving me to just run my hands through her hair instead of continuing my exploration of her hair) and took me in her mouth, the last of my hardness forming inside her lips.

I started to relax into her oral seduction, and that's when she stood up and pushed me down on the couch, so that my head was on the cushions. Hiking her sarong up and off of her, she immediately straddled my face, pushing her pussy lips down on my mouth. 

"You're a very naughty boy. I've seen just how bad you can be," she said to me. "Now you're going to pay for your bad behaviour by licking me until I'm satisfied."

Two thoughts were competing for space in my head by now. The first was "SHE COULD SEE US?!? I know my bedroom window faces her house, but I thought the curtain was always closed. Maybe I wasn't paying close attention." Clearly she'd seen me sometimes with my lady friend when we'd been going at it in my bedroom and in the play room (where I take my lady friend if I'm going to tie her up and have my way with her).

The second thought was "wow, she tastes GOOD."

As I started licking, I reached up to play with her body more with my hands, only to have her grab my wrists and pin my arms by my sides.

"No hands, only your tongue and my wetness," she said.

Clearly I was going to have to make this good for her. I started by gently licking up the length of her slit, from her wet opening up to her clit and back down. As she started getting into it, I slowly started giving her clit more attention gently pursing my lips around it and sucking gently on it as a moved my tongue around it in a circle.

Mind you, as this is all going on, my cock is sticking straight up, begging for use and not getting any just yet.

To vary things up, I started to roll up my tongue and slide it into her wetness, basically just teasing her entrance before moving up to tongue her clit again. As I'm doing this, she's grinding herself into me, varying the pressure on my face (and her wet slit) to maximize her own pleasure.

She started to tremble, I knew she was close. I rolled my tongue up again and started to poke it in and out of her wet hole as fast as I could, simulating fucking her with my mouth. Within a minute of this, I felt her start to shake, and she came, her iron grip on my arms weakening.

I immediately used the opportunity to push against the couch to throw her off of me. She fell back against the other arm of the couch, and I immediately got on top of her, moving her legs open and planting my hard rod into her already soaked pussy. She started to reach around to pull be in deeper, but I grabbed her wrists and pinned them up above her head.

"My turn, you nasty little cock tease," I told her. I started pounding her in earnest, ramming my stiff manhood in and out to her increasing gasps. She hadn't even really come down off of her first orgasm, and now she was being fucked deep as an immediate follow up. She came again a few minutes later, and I blew a load deep inside of her shortly there after, the convulsing and wonderful sounds she was making driving me over the edge.

A few moments later, I pulled out, and she sat up against the back of the couch. She indicated that I should lay down on the couch, and put my head in her lap, face up. I did so gladly, and she lowered her breasts for me to suckle and lick.

I did so gently, our most energetic sexual tension spent, and she started talking to me after a few minutes of this.

"I saw you two, you know. The first time was a couple of months ago. You had her bent over your desk, and you were paddling her but while you fucked her like there was no tomorrow. I started keeping an eye on your rooms when I'd see her car outside. I couldn't believe at first the thing she'd let you do to her, but I watched her cumming again and again, and I knew she must be into it. After the first couple of times watching you two, I'd walk away feeling wet between my legs, so I started playing with myself as I watched you two."

"The thing was, I realized I didn't just want to watch. I was jealous, and I wanted to be part of it. That's why I came over this evening; I knew she wasn't going to be out of work until later, so this was the time."

I pulled my lips away from her breast long enough to ask her "you were jealous of her being used like that? You sure have a forceful way to show it."

She laughed. "No, I was jealous of you getting to use her like that. I've wanted to seduce her and make her my play toy for a long time, but I didn't know how to get her started. I thought that if I came over and made myself clear (and offered to share), you might be interested."

Sitting up, I looked at her and said, "of course I would be. I think I know just what to do too. Follow me."

I led her to my office, where I pulled an armless chair up to the computer and sat down, my legs spread, my rehardening shaft sticking up.

"Have a seat," I told her, indicating she should face the screen.

So sit she did, slowly riding me as we did a little online shopping and preparation. When everything was finished, we agreed on a weekend date two weeks away, and I sent her home, my cum slowly dripping down her thighs.

*End of the Interlude*



Interlude with a Poet



He hated working late; it seemed that somehow his boss always found a way for him to stay extra hours to work on pointless things.  Sometimes he would be the last one in the office, working even till the cleaning people came in late night.  He could use the money though, that studio equipment wasn't going to pay for itself and he wasn't in the mood to commit any robberies.  

On Tuesdays though, he had no problem working late because he could stop by the cafe afterwards and check out the open mic poetry nights.  Poetry was never really his thing, sometimes too eclectic for his taste, but he always admired a poet's way with words.  Each week he would leave inspired to improve his own writing, to add different styles and flavor to his work.  Also it was good to get out and be around other folks his age, since during the day he was cooped up at work with older people and was usually alone at home.  

The main reason he came, though, was to see her.  So far she had came to the last three open mic nights but never got on stage.  She came with her friends but seemed to have more fun as a spectator than entertaining the idea of getting up to speak.  He noticed her frame the first time she walked passed him, the scent of her fruit flavored body lotion entrapped in his nostrils.  Even in the dark bar her skin tone seemed to light up the room accompanied by a smile that made his thoughts stutter.  Plus she was thick, nice sexy thighs and legs, with large round breast he could see himself spending hours playing with alone.  

He watched her from the other side of the bar, almost feeling like a stalker, wanting to step but not having the confidence.  She always had a good time with her friends, laughing, vibing with the atmosphere and just basically chilling.  He admired her natural look, beautiful locks twisted with grace and sense of self.  He tried to play the low with his observation of her, hoping she wouldn’t notice him paying her so much attention, but he was nervous because it seemed a few times she looked directly at him like "Yeah I see you."  Luckily he was able to concentrate on the performers as they had the spot jumping with angry political tirades, passionate exotic love encounters and scenic descriptions of a better place.  

As the night moved on, the drinks he was sipping calmly on started to have an affect on him.  He was feeling a good buzz, nothing serious just real chill, but he had to pee badly.  When he returned from the bathroom, the first thing he noticed was the jazz band was playing an especially soulful tune.  It seemed the lights had gotten a tad bit lower and there was a breath of passion filling the air.  The he heard her voice...


"Each touch...each thought possessed...manifested in his touch...but it was his touch...that controlled my thoughts...possessed by the desire of his touch...then I felt him touch me..."

Without looking he knew exactly who it was, her voice sounded like the perfect audio accompaniment to her visual aura.  His full attention turned towards the stage. There she was standing before the mic, orgasmic words poured from her lips and exploded in his ear drums.  His eyes caught hers and it seemed she looked deep inside of him and projected her poetical image of her partner upon him.  He felt as if her words were written directly for him.

"Every word spoke resembled another touch...skin trembled by the slightest touch...asking, begging, SCREAMING to be touched...no longer silent but moving towards being touched, being enough...enough for him to touch me..."

He was almost jealous of the sax player on stage.  As he interpreted her words with the sounds of his instrument, their presence seemed like her words and his notes were entwined in the throws of passion.  There was no more perfect love for her other than his touch.  When the last word slipped over her sensuous lips and his sax thrust full satisfaction into her lyrics, the crowd erupted in clap mixed with mutual moans of affection from others who experienced her experience.  

He stood directly in front of her on stage, leading the standing ovation, but never letting his eyes break from hers.  No longer controlled by his nerves and shy nature, he reached out a hand to her, to help her off the stage.  The next few minutes where a blur as they went back to his table, sparked conversation, sipped a few drinks and parted exchanging information.  "She had been looking at me; I can’t believe she even noticed me, wild."  His thoughts could not focus on anything else as he drove home from the club, anticipating his call to her tomorrow.

They talked sparingly over the next few days, at work thru email and at home on the phone.  The more he found out about her, the more intrigued he became.  He seemed to devour any information she fed to him, remember intricate details about stories, revealing guarded secrets about himself that he had yet to share with others, engulfing himself into her.  There was no speak on what their relationship title should be, because it just was...Two people connected by what seemed to be a greater force.

"So I take it that wasn't the first time you performed at the club, you had control of the room as only a true veteran could."  He inquired as they spoke on the phone a few weeks later, not having seen each other since they officially met.  

"Actually that was the first time I performed at that particular spot, it took me a while to actually gather up the nerves to perform in front of a new audience.  There was a fire at my regular spot and I have been looking for someplace that gave me the same vibe every since."  

"Well I was moved beyond reason by your words, as you can tell.  I have been dying to hear you perform again.  It felt good to be so captivated by a woman who could express herself so eloquently, and still maintain a down to earth vibe."  He was nervous, hoping he was able to go thru with his plans.

"Yeah I got skills don’t I, ahah you know you liked it boy."  Her laugh sprinkled out over the lines.  

"Yeah, yeah, whatever ma, But on the real you did put it down."  On top of all the other reasons he was feeling this girl; her sense of humor pushed it over the edge.  She was able to go from serious to funny with no qualms.  He wanted to see her tonight, away from the phone, the e-mails and her friends.  He spoke up, "yo there is this place on the other side of town where you can perform at, and I promise you will love the vibe."

"Oh really, what’s it called?"

"Interludes, um a friend of mine owns it and they are having a special poetry open mic tonight.  I can guarantee you will get to perform, especially if you do something sexy, it’s that type of night.  Plus we can have dinner there too, you like pasta?"  There he had said it, the plans were in motion.

"If I understand you correctly, are you asking me out?  Because I love pasta, as I am sure you remember me telling you, you wouldn't be using that as leverage to get me to say yes would you?  And how do you know I got something sexy to perform, I might now be feeling that way?"

"So is that a yes?" He said with a smile.

"Hell yeah, let’s do it"  

His smile spread from ear to ear, but was able to calm himself to give her the address and time to meet him, and leave a message on his boss's machine telling him he was taking off a bit early.  He contacted his friend to tell him what he had planned and his boy was down with everything, helping out to the tea.  He headed home to get ready, tossed on his most dapper outfit and best smelling cologne.  He checked himself in the mirror and felt that he was especially fly, and deservedly so.  The phone rang.

"What’s up dawg, everything is set, what time you getting here?"

"Cool, cool, I will be there at about 7:30, I told her not to show up till bout 8.  I hope everything goes smooth, thanks for helping cuz."

"That’s what’s up man, you my fam; I am definitely going to hold you down.  See ya in a bit"

He was ready to go.  Hoping in his ride, he threw on his favorite Common CD, checked the time on his watch and breezed thru traffic till he hit the spot...

"Well aren't you looking quite handsome," she commented as he helped her out of her ride, "and you smelling good, someone is trying to gain points."  

Damn she is fine, he thought to himself.  As she stepped out of the car her legs seemed to shine in the glow of the parking lot, as they extended gracefully from her skirt.  Her black top showed just a hint of her round breast with a glimmer, as her whole essence seemed to shine.  She fell into his arms, with a slight hug that let him feel her skin against his and he was hooked.  Whether is was the immaculate smell that teased his nose and libido at the same time or the sensual softness of her skin that had him losing his composure trying to hold her close for just a second longer.  

"Don't be thinking because you smell so good and looking fresh that you can be all up on me like that.  So what’s up with this meal you promised me, I am hungry."

He led her into the entrance of the club, even though she hesitated a tad bit.  

"Hold up, I thought you said this was poetry night, where is everyone else are we that early?"

He said nothing but kept pulling her into the main area, where there was one lone table in the midst of the room in front of the stage.  There were no lights except for the dozens of candles tactfully placed around the room, while the romantic sounds of jazz poured from the speakers coming out of the walls.  This was a special mix of the most powerful songs from jazz artist she told him she listened to on the regular.  He finally glanced upon her face and she was beaming, finally realizing what he had pulled off.  As he sat her at the table, and pulled the covers off the plates filled with piping hot spaghetti, she started clapping laughingly.  

"You are one smooth ass brother.  I must say you caught me completely off guard with this tonight, damn even down to the flowers on the table.  I want to thank you, it feels good to have someone go through this type of effort for you, and it seems like you have done a lot.  You might get an extra special performance."

"I won’t lie to you ma, when I first saw you was like 'dammnn'.  I just had to get to know more of you, and since then it seems like all the pieces have falling in place to give me a good picture of who you are.  All that has done is made me want to know more, and when I want something, I feel you have to put in the work to get it."

From there dinner flowed smoothly, since their first conversation they had an easy report, and tonight was nothing different.  They talked, laughed and joked as if they had known each other for years, while there was a tension the slowly built in the air.  She had kicked her shoes off and let her leg playfully tease up and down under his slacks, showing off her smoothness.  Every time their eyes met, for a brief second it seemed as if they were caught in a struggle of passion.  

"So...I think its time for you to perform, get up on that stage and do ya thang ma."  This was the moment he was waiting for; he was hoping she would blow him away with her performance.  Little did he know how blown away he really would be.  

Not missing a beat, she stood up and walked towards the stage.  She stood before the mic and let her eyes catch his, because she wanted pure attention.  She took a minute to admire his look, the structure of his face was so strong, plus he had nice thick lips that she had been dreaming of feeling all over her body.  She closed her eyes and envisioned his hands pulling her close to him, so close to be drowning in the scent of his cologne, to have him gliding up and down across her silky skin, so close, so close...

"Beneath the surface
Touch me on the inside
Fondle my soul
Caress the inner being of my whole

Leave my spirit dripping wet
Slip into all that I am
Push harder to understand me
You look so good inside of me

Ohh damn that feels so good
Don’t stop, stay right there
Can you...tell me can you feel me?
Make my emotions scream

My heart is crying tears of joy
My mind is experiencing orgasms 
Much stronger than any physical touch
Leaving me...truely...purely...spiritually...satisfied

Was it good for you?"

She let her lips meet his.  During the poem she walked off of the stage, never letting her eyes leave his.  She moved to his chair, and sat right on his lap, letting his arms cup her round ass for support.  As soon as the last word escaped her lips, his entrapped hers.  She melted into him, draping her arms of his neck, allowing his tongue to move skillfully between her lips.  She could feel his bulge rising slowly, almost in tempo with the jazz movement, throbbing under his pants.  She positioned herself to sit right on it, to feel it pulsate where she was getting consistently wetter.  Fuck the poetry; it was time for their bodies to tell a beautiful story.  

His hands slid under her shirt, massaging her back at the same time undoing her bra.  "I can’t wait to see these beautiful breast, I been dying to feel them.  Damn, her skin is so soft, I could get off just rubbing her back," he thought to himself.  His hands slid up and down her smooth skin, moving from her back slowly around the front.  She pulled back and smiled when he cupped her breast in his hands, holding them in amazement.  He was not like other guys, roughly pulling on her nipples real quick, but he more or less massaged her entire breast, sending small ripples through her body when he did touch her erect nipples.  

She reached down to open his zipper and free him.  She reached in and felt it strong in her hands, pulling it out till it stood up proud.  Looking down at it; so thick, so hard, so...perfect.  Once again their lips met, tongues fighting for pivotal positions.  She stood up, breaking the kiss, but only to position herself for...

"It can’t get any better than this!"

"Ohh boo, yes it...can," and with that they were united.  A fit so perfect, every contour from inside to out created a powerful bond.  At this very moment, they were one, more than either separated could ever be.  Instantly, instinctively their bodies moved in unison, almost a choreographed dance.  The motion was immaculate, up--down, innn--outt, never once breaking the bond.  There was a natural rhythm, as if they were instruments and their band had years of experience.  The rhythm was similar to the sultriest orgasmic funk, riding the waves of passion.  It was only right that while they moved, their eyes never left each other, not even closed in the throws of the moment, but fixated on each other.  They communicated not thru words, but through the poems told by their eyes. 

The moment was building, it seemed to start at some unknown point, but now was growing between them.  The motions, faster, the crescendo, louder, the first screams of joy escaped from her lips.  "Yess, yess, yesss, this is soo right, yessssss."  What seemed like hours though were only a few minutes till a mutual explosion rocked both of their bodies.  He shook, pulsating with every throb inside where she vibrated, receiving all that he had.  

"Damn, wow, I am truly speechless right now."

"Now that’s funny since all you deal with is words, but I feel you for real ma.  I wanted you to feel tonight in every since of the way.  This went far and beyond what I planned, I was just hoping to get a dance with you to some of this nice music, but this was a pleasant surprise."  His smooth voice was somewhat ragged, as he tried to get his breath back.  

"Oh so you wanted to dance, well then let’s dance baby.  I love this song right here.  Bring that ass on haha."  She had no qualms about her self, and she knew that men loved that about her.  The ability to go from deep and thoughtful to wild and freaky at the drop of a dime kept men on their toes.  He seemed to roll with the punches, not flustered by her ability to show her passion and still be classy.  Even though they both were partially naked, there was no hit of shame as he grabbed her around the hips and they moved to the beat.  When she placed her arms around his neck, she didn't break eye contact until...

"Hmm I think you are poking me, are you ok sir, haha?"

"Oh really, I didn't even knowwww...um yeah, so is it a problem?"

She stepped back, grabbing it in her hands, caressing its full length.  "Does this look like a problem?"  Pulling him back towards the stage by the strength of his member, she laid back showing him her true delight.  He knew what she wanted, but before he gave it to her, he wanted to build up her pleasure nicely.  He grabbed her long, smooth legs and started kissing her heel.  Her sultry moans began and he could see her flower opening and getting wetter every time his lips touched her skin.  When his trail took him to the back of her knee, and she whimpered out loud in need, he knew she was ready.  Slowly but surely, he pushed inside of her, giving her every second to adjust to him.  It was as if she fit him like a glove, and her body shivered with as he moved deeper and deeper.

"I need it baby, let me feel all that you have for me.  Damn that feel so good, let me have it, let me feel it boo.  I can take it, yes I can handle it."  She urged him on, to let him know that she wanted it just as bad as he did.  He looked at her with a smile, and gave her all that he had.  He was in to the tilt, and he could feel her hips started to move, creating a rhythm that he followed easily.  It was as if they were still dancing, but desire was magnified.  He closed his eyes, not to concentrate on the feeling, but the sound.  Her sensuous cries, naughty sounds of him pushing deep, and the pump of the beat allowed him to move at a wonderful rate.  "There you go boo, there you go, right there, don't stop, I feel it, I feel it."  

She enjoyed being able to reach the peak multiple times and he was taking her there over and over again. It seemed as if he was telepathic, reading her mind on how hard, how deep, and how fast to go.  She didn't have to say a word because their flow was in sync.  She could feel him getting close; his hips started moving faster, his breathing more frenetic.  

"Oh my goodness baby, you are so beautiful, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here inside of you.  Look at me, yes that’s what I need.  Feelsssssss...sooooo...wonderfulllllll."  BOOM.  Even though they had just enjoyed each other, this time felt better than before.  There was a moment of clarity that left them satiated and satisfied...

He walked her back to her car, he wanted to take her back to his crib, but he knew that the time wasn't right.  He had to check himself, because the emotions he was feeling were way too strong.  There was a passion about this girl that brought him to the brink every time he even thought about her.  She chatted with him, about nothing serious at all, but before he let her got he had to...  He pushed her against the car, pressing her close to him.  She was in the middle of a sentence, but he didn’t care, he needed to feel her lips touch his.  Once again, he felt her melt into him, and could here a growl of approval emit from her throat.  At that very moment, he channeled every feeling he had through a kiss.  Letting her know, this interlude was like the perfect line in the perfect poem, just....perfect.   



Interlude with a Shemale



John watches her with her legs spread wide and in the air. She closes her eyes as she presses the black rubber dildo against her ass hole. John licks his lips in anticipation as the shiny head of the dildo, slick with lubricant, slowly penetrates her. She moans as her ass hole expands around and engulfs the head. One finger stretches to the end of the dildo to slowly turn on the vibrations. Its soft hum fills the air as her body jumps slightly. Soft ooo's and aaaah's issue from her lips as she positions the base of the dildo against the cushions of the chair. When she is sure it won't slip free, she lets go and relaxes deeper into the chair. More soft sounds of pleasure issue from her as time and the vibrations relax her tender ass.

Her eyes open to lock with John's as he marvels at the beauty of her. Her long legs reach high in the air. The skin is as smooth as silk. A black lace bra-let encases her ample breasts. Her nipples are hard, poking through the texture of the bra. Her red lips are parted as she sighs her pleasure. Her face framed by long, straight black hair reaching down to her chest.

John trails his eyes back down between her legs, to the sight of the black slick dildo wedged inside of her. Above it, nestled between her legs is her clit. It is soft and shaved smooth. He watches it as the muscles inside shift it from left to right. She smiles, knowing he likes what he sees.

John knows it is time to act. He kneels down at the edge of the chair. Gently, he takes up the dildo in his hand. To be sure, he pours a dollop of lubricant on the shaft, right near the head surrounded by her ass. Slowly. Very slowly. He eases the dildo deeper inside. Just an inch. Then he slips it back out until only the head is inside. He repeats this. Over and over. Sliding it in and sliding it out. Each time he goes a little deeper and each time she moans a little louder.

When the dildo is halfway in, three inches deep, John twists the controls at the base a quarter turn. Her body trembles as the vibrations intensify. He keeps the steady in and out rhythm. Deeper and deeper it slides inside. Louder and louder she moans. She gasps for air as the dildo fills her. Soon he is thrusting the dildo in and out, full length as she is enjoys every inch of it.

John slowly increases the pace of the pistoning dildo in and out of her ass. Her moans intensify, growing louder as the thrusts quicken. Then the moans shift to a start and stop cadence in synch with the changes of the dildo's direction. He looks up into her eyes and sees her biting her lip. Her moans become higher with gasps for air in between.

John settles on a steady pace as her mouth opens to make more noise. "Aaa ... Aaa ... Aaa," she whines her pleasure with each thrust. She reaches down with her left hand and grabs her leg under the knee to pull it tight to her chest, crushing her breast. She lets her right knee rest on the arm of the chair her foot held out of the way. She relaxes more into the chair giving in to the pleasure of the thrusting dildo.

John reaches down and turns the vibration knob another quarter turn. Despite her gasps, he can hear its steady hum. It deadens slightly as the dildo is thrust in, but comes back out humming with a higher pitch. He shifts on his knees slightly to her side gaining a better angle to grip the dildo. Keeping the same pace, he pushes it that last inch deeper inside on the thrusts so that his fist smacks the globes of her ass.

Her whines have blended together into one long steady siren call of pleasure. The tone changes slightly as she quickly intakes breath, but it doesn't stop and it steadily grows higher. She closes her eyes arching her head back, her face contorting.

John looks down and his eyes grow wide. Her clit, flaccid and bouncing around with the thrusts of the dildo until now, is swelling. He marvels as it fattens and lengthens outward. Slowly it rises up as the head emerges from the foreskin. Its angle rises higher and higher. Soon it is standing ridged and tall bouncing off her stomach with each thrust. Pre-cum bubbles from the tip. It splashes against her stomach and runs down the shaft. His mouth waters at the sight as he licks his lips.

John slams the dildo harder into her ass. His fist makes soft slapping sounds against the checks. The pace is slackened slightly, but the force of the thrust replaces the intensity of the speed. Her whines shift to grunts that grow higher and higher. The muscles of her body tighten. Her right hand squeezes her knee, digging her red painted nails into her skin as her left hand pulls her leg tighter to her chest. The sensations coursing through her body are at the breaking point, it is just a matter of how the waves will crash.

John takes that last step to heighten her pleasure and push her over the edge. He bends down, careful not to affect the dildo's thrusting rhythm and engulfs the head of her clit with his mouth. Her head snaps forward, eyes wide, as she bucks her hips upward. He greedily takes the extra inch of her, sucking the shaft and head while savoring the salty taste of her pre-cum. He is hard pressed to keep the dildo moving with its steady motion as her body twitch and convulses involuntarily.

When John finally has things back under control, despite her movements, he bobs his head up and down on her clit. He sucks her deeper into his mouth with each plunge until the head is banging against the back of her throat. He wants to take her all. He wants to feel her balls banging against his chin, but it is too late.

Her body spasms as she arches her back and cries out. She screams out her pleasure, a combination of feminine whine and masculine roar as she shouts, "I'mmmmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmingggggg!" Her hips thrust forward and John unexpectedly gets his wish. Her clit pops past the back of his throat and her balls bang against his chin. Her clit expands in his mouth and he knows what is coming. He quickly pulls his head back until only the head of her clit is in his mouth. Just as he does, her clit explodes shooting a huge gob of cum.

John quickly swallows the salty concoction, as more and more cum is jetted into his mouth. Each spasm of her clit seems to fill his mouth to the brim just like the first load. As her cock convulses, he feels her ass spasm around the invading dildo. White fluid oozes around the dildo's shaft as he tries to keep it pistoning in and out. Afraid, to have it pop out of her ass, he jams the base of the dildo against the cushion of the chair and holds it steady so its vibrations can keep a steady beat inside of her.

As all this happens, John feels tightness in his own balls. Until now, he was unaware of how hard his own cock had become trapped behind its prison of silk briefs. The shaft pokes outward straining the material and pulling the waistband away from his skin. Pre-cum had leaked out so profusely, it was oozing through the fabric.

Then, with the sound, feel, and taste of her orgasm as stimulus, John's cock explodes. The cum ejects with such force, it blows through the fibers of the fabric and dribbles down the silk covered shaft. He moans around his mouth full of her clit and cum, causing new vibrations to assault her body. Her moans that has been dieing down, grow louder again as his orgasm stimulates her with fresh sensations.

The orgasms seem to go on forever, but then it also seems they pass by all too quickly. Her clit shrinks in John's mouth as he finally catches up to the deluge that exploded inside. He swallows the last spurts and sucks her softening clit in my mouth leaving her clean. He finally lets her clit go to collapse against her body. As when he first saw it, it looks so sexy, but now it is slicked with his saliva. He softly blows on it and watches as the air causes the moisture to evaporate. She softly coos with this cooling pleasant sensation.

John sits back up on his knees and slowly pulls the dildo out of her ass. She moans and shifts, as it finally escapes. Her ass hole tightens up as the head pops out, leaving behind the redder, but still sexy looking rose bud.

She slowly uncurls from her near fetal position, her left foot coming in contact with John's quivering stomach. As she gingerly shifts her ass around on the chair, enjoying the tenderness in her bottom, she trails her foot down his stomach and over his still hard cock in its silk prison. She feels the stickiness of his cum upon her foot and her eyes open to look down at the sight.

"Oooo," she coos, "Looks like someone has enjoyed himself as much as me." John responds with a goofy grin as she reaches out to pull him to her. She kisses him full on the lips, her tongue snaking out to scour his mouth. She pulls back in shock to look into his eyes with a playful smile. "Swallowed all my cum," she says in mock anger. "Don't you know, you're supposed to share?"

All John can do is smile more broadly as he reaches down and scoop up a dollop of his cum off the carpet. He holds it near her lips and she smiles. She pulls him to her once again and their lips meet around his cum covered fingers. They both suck his fingers clean, savoring the taste, until all the cum is gone.

Their lips part and she sits back in the chair reaching for a cigarette. She lights one and hands it to John, then grabs another for herself. Each pulls long on their cigarette, the satisfaction mirrored on each of their faces. Finally, she exhales, "So, lover," she inquires, "When do we get to do this again?"

The room fills with laughter.



Interlude with a Sub Couple



It started out as another dull evening on an out of town business trip. Returning to my hotel after a busy work day, I wandered into the lounge to check the action. Sitting at the bar sipping my beer, I notice a very attractive woman as she joins a group seated at a table. The guy seated beside me catches me starring and comments on how he would enjoy being her slave for the evening. His comment surprises me since like me, he appears to be a horny business man on an overnight trip. 

His name in Terrence, Terry for short, and he is a computer technician working on a project that requires him to stay here for a few days. As our conversation progresses, I learn that he is married and has fantasies about being dominated by women. Unfortunately his wife is also submissive and has no interest in that role. He soon shares another fantasy about his wife being controlled and fucked by a guy a like me while he watches. 

My interest is perked when he hands me a photo of her. It shows a very attractive blonde woman with blue eyes in her early 30's. I think if her body is as good as her face she would be a hot little bitch to play with. I tell him that I am a Dom and given the right opportunity I would consider helping him achieve his fantasy.

As our conversation progresses, I soon learn that I will be in Terry's home city on business in a few weeks. This results in us putting a date on our calendars for this special event. He is told that he and his wife will both follow my direction without question. We go over my simple rules for the session, no one gets injured, everything is consensual, confidential and anyone can stop or quit at anytime. With that settled we turn back to discussing the women in the room. Terry sure has a different idea about how to use them than I do.

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On the evening of the big event Terry and his wife are already at the restaurant when I arrive with my bag of toys. As instructed they are seated opposite each other in a booth at the back of the room. As I step up to the booth, Terry introduced me to his wife, Heather. 

She is everything I expected after looking at her photo. She is wearing a dark blue dress with short sleeves and a deep neckline that sets off her light skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. I only get a glimpse of her legs which are covered by the tablecloth. I slide into the booth to sit next to her so she is on my left.

"It is very nice to meet you Heather. You are a very beautiful woman. Terry must be very proud of you. I hope you are as excited about this evening as I am. It should be lots of fun."

Heather gives me a timid look and replies, "I am really nervous about this. Terry has given me some idea of what will be expected of me, but I have real trepidations about what I will be required to do."

The waitress comes by with menus and I order wine for the table. I smile at Terry, who is very quiet and looks uncomfortable sitting across from us as we look at the menus. Soon the wine is delivered to our table and our dinner orders taken. 

Pouring the wine for everyone I say, "Before we toast, Heather, you must do something to show your willingness to obey me for the rest of the evening. Heather and Terry, both of you must accept the tasks I give you without question. Do you agree?"

Both nod at me.

"Heather, remove your panties and hand them to Terry. Then I want your skirt up behind you so your bare ass touching the seat cushion."

She blushes and gives me a startled look but doesn't move. The expression on Terry's face is priceless. 

I firmly tell her, "Don't make me wait. Do it now!"

She looks anxiously around the room to see if anyone is watching. Then with the blush showing on her light skin, she reaches under her skirt and slides her panties off. Pulling them off over her blue heels, she hands them to Terry. He rolls them up and puts them in his pocket. Heather pulls the back of her skirt out from under her as instructed. As I raise my glass to toast the fun evening ahead I put my hand on her thigh.

As the waitress is returning with our meals, I slip my hand under Heathers skirt and slide it up to her womanhood. Even though my hand is covered by the tablecloth and her skirt, she gasps when I touch her mound. Smiling at the waitress as she places our dinners on the table, I slip my fingers between Heather's neither lips to rub her clit. This causes her to breathe in short gasps. I am enjoying Heather's torment as I continue to tease her.

Looking at my companions I bid them to enjoy their meals. Picking up my fork with my right hand, I begin to eat while my left hand keeps Heather entertained. Terry is giving Heather a strange look trying to figure out what is going on as she moans and tries to eat. I explain to him that my fingers are playing with her pussy to warm her up for the evening's festivities. At the same time, I slip two fingers inside her wet cunt. When I think she is close to climaxing, I withdraw and hold my fingers in front of her mouth to clean. Again she anxiously looks around the room before quickly licking off her juices. 

Reaching into my toy bag, I pull out a vibrator egg and show it to Heather and Terry. She has an alarmed look as I reach down under the table cloth and begin inserting it. Using my extended fingers I push it deeply into her canal. Smiling at her as I smooth her skirt down over her lap, I use the remote to turn the egg on low vibe. There is an immediate reaction as she takes a deep breath and her eyes open wide. I leave her alone to eat with the vibe on low. She has a glassy eyed look, as she struggles against the sensations pleasuring her and only picks at her food. 

All through dessert and coffee, I keep Heather in an aroused state with the vibe and periodic fingering of her clit. When it is time to leave she has a glassy eyed stare and is covered with sheen of perspiration. I tell Terry to give me his car keys and pay the check. Sliding out of the booth, I offer Heather my hand to assist her.

"Heather, you will take my arm and walk out to the car with me. You will keep the egg inside you while walking to the car. If you lose it, I will make a scene right here to humiliate you. Remember you live in this place and I don't."

Heather slides out of the booth and takes my arm. We walk slowly toward the front door. She is taking very short steps trying to keep her thighs pressed together. We make a nice looking couple and several people look at us as we walk through the restaurant. If they only knew her situation with me. 

I deliberately stop at the hostess station and make small talk with the young woman on duty. Reaching into my pocket, I press the remote button to turn the egg on high vibe. Immediately Heather gasps as her trembling hand grips my arm. I prolong the conversation to keep Heather squirming from the stimulation.

Saying good bye to the hostess and turning off the egg, I lead Heather out into the parking lot. As instructed their car is parked in secluded spot in the back of the lot. When we reach the car, I leave Heather standing on the passenger side next to a brick wall while I unlock the car and open the trunk.

Turning to Heather is say, "It is time to really test you obedience to me. Take off your dress and hand it to me."

She gives me a frightened look and quickly turns to see if there is anyone else in the parking lot. After a brief pause she reaches to her back and pulls the zipper down. The dress drops to her ankles. She steps out of it and hands it to me. She is a splendid sight standing there naked except for her bra and heels. 

Placing her dress in the trunk, I tell her that I want her bra in the trunk too. Without hesitation this time, she slips her arms out of the straps, spins it around, unsnaps the clasp and throws it to me. Before closing the trunk lid I take a moment to enjoy her perky breasts with pink nipples. She is standing there naked in her blue heels.

Turning the egg vibe on high I step up and take her in my arms. Her body trembles against me as she responds to the vibes. I kiss her while running my hands over the naked skin of her back and buttocks. Our tongues play as she kisses me back. I can feel her passion building as she responds softly to my kisses and caressing. 

Terry is approaching from the restaurant. I spin Heather around so her back is pressed against me. Standing this way we both can see Terry walking toward us. He can also see us. Holding her with one hand on her breast my fingers play with her nipple. My other hand is on her pussy with a finger stroking her clit. My lips are kissing her neck and ears. She begins to moan and pant as her orgasm rises. 

Blowing softly in her ear, I tell her, "Cum for me little fuck toy. Show your master how you can climax for him." 

Suddenly she loses control as wave of her orgasm hit her nerve endings. She makes all kinds of animal sounds as she forces herself not to scream. Her body struggles against me as I keep stimulating her. I have to hold her tight to keep her from collapsing. Terry standing on the other side of the car is awestruck by watching his naked wife climax under the control of another man. 

Once the vibe is turned off and her breathing returns to normal, I open the door so she can get in the back seat. I slide in next to her. Terry gets in the driver's seat and I hand him the keys. 

"Your wife is one hot piece of fuck meat, Terry. Her pussy is just the way I like it, shaved smooth. I can't wait until we get to your house. Every one of her holes is going to get used tonight. Maybe some of them may get used more than once. Now let's go. I can't wait to see what perverted things she will do for me."

Once on the road, I tell Heather to spread her legs and play with her clit. Leaning over I kiss her with lots of tongue and fondle her nice pink nipples. Turning on the egg to high vibe makes her jerk against me. After a while I move my lips to her tit to suck and lick. She keeps masturbating for the entire ride. This goes on until we pull into the attached garage on their home. Heather has had several orgasms during the trip and looks well used. 

Once we are all standing in the garage, she is allowed to remove the egg vibe while Terry and I watch. We then assist her into the house to sit in a kitchen chair. Terry fetches a large glass of water for her and gets me a beer. We sit around the table drinking and chatting while Heather recovers.

When it is time to continue, I stand and tell Heather to undress me. It is very exciting to be undressed by a beautiful naked woman wearing only heels. She unbuttons my shirt and hangs it on the back of a chair. Next she unbuckles my belt, opens my fly and eases my slacks to the floor. She pulls off my shoes and socks leaving me standing there in my tented briefs. 

Terry, still fully clothed, stares at us in disbelief.

Pulling Heather to me, I embrace her tightly and kiss her passionately. Her naked breasts press into my chest. My hand softly rubs her naked back and ass.

Breaking the kiss, I tell her, "Show me what a wanton whore you are. Suck my cock in front of your wimpy husband."

She is in the zone now and drops to her knees in front of me. I feel the cooler air hit my throbbing cock as she pulls down my briefs. Soon my manhood is engulfed in the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue does wonders to the head I am thinking with now. Her hand massages my balls as her mouth drives me wild. Getting close to the edge, I tell her to stop and take me to their bedroom. 

Turning to Terry, "Your slut wife really knows how to give good head. You should be proud of her. Bring your chair and follow us so you can watch me fuck your whore wife silly."

We rush into the large bedroom with a king size bed. Terry follows a little slower with his chair.

Shoving Heather onto the bed so she is laying on her back, I grab her ankles and spread her legs wide. Positioning my eight inch hard cock at the entrance to her sopping pussy, I slam it home with one hard thrust. Her gasp and surprised look tell me that I am giving her more than she usually gets from Terry. Slowly I begin to pump in and out of her hot juicy cunt. Even after having multiple orgasms this evening, she begins to respond to plowed by my rod.

The tempo of my pumping into Heather speeds up as tingling sensations begin to radiate through me. I bring her legs together I hold them to my chest with one arm. This intensifies my stimulation as her pussy clamps on my cock. My free hand plays with her nipple. 

We are both breathing hard and groaning as lust takes over our bodies. I feel my balls tighten in preparation for unloading. Then it hits me like an electric shock to my nerve endings as my cock pulses at the bottom of a stroke. I groan loudly and begin pumping my cum inside her tight cunt. Feeling my cum hit her cervix pushes her over the top. She begins to tremble as a massive orgasm rolls through her. Heather and I stay molded together for several minutes until, my cock begins to shrink.

Having almost forgotten that Terry is in the room watching us, I turn to him and say, "You must be really proud of your wife. Not only does she have a awesome figure, but her cunt is fantastic.

Get over here and give her a kiss to show her how much you appreciate what she is doing for you."

Terry stands and walks to the bed. Leaning down he give his wife a timid kiss on the lips.

"Terry, that is no way to show your appreciation get between her legs and kiss her beautiful pussy. I left you a nice cream pie down there to enjoy while you pleasure her."

Lying on the bed so my cock is close to Heather's face, I say, "Heather, use your mouth and tongue to clean my cock and make me hard again for our next session."

It doesn't take me long to get hard again as Heather's mouth swallows my cock. Terry, with his face pressing into her crotch, lapping up our combined juices is a turn on to watch. Soon Heather is responding to Terry's stimulation and is ready for our next activity. I then tell Terry to stop and go back to his chair.

Stepping away from the bed, I grab a tube of lube out of my toy bag. I order Heather to go over to Terry and pull his cock out of his pants. Terry is not allowed to touch her. Heather is told to bend over at the waist and put her hands on Terry's thighs. Stepping behind her I place the lube tube to her little rosebud anis entrance. Squeezing an ample amount of lube into her, I lube my hard cock too. I can tell Heather is hesitant about my preparation.

Leaning forward, I whisper in her ear, "You are to suck Terry's cock while I fuck your ass. When he cums you will swallow it."

She replies, "Oh no. I can't do that. No one has ever done that to me there before. I think it is going to hurt so badly when you put it in."

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bitch. I told you that all you holes were going to be used and this is going to happen. Start sucking on Terry before I have to punish you."

She sobs as the head of my stiff dick presses against her little puckered opening of her upraised ass . Giving her two hard slaps on the buttocks as I push gets my cock head past her anal muscle. Her body tenses from the pain of my entrance. After waiting for her to adjust, I begin slowly working my hard rod into her tight canal. Reaching under, I begin to stoke her clit while inching into her. It doesn't take long until I am balls deep in her ass. I remain still with my cock buried fully in her ass, while stoking her clit. Looking across her back at Terry, as she sucks his cock with me in her ass, I can see he is at the height of his fantasy.

Placing my hands on Heather's hips, I begin to slowly withdraw and push back in. Nothing is tighter than a virgin ass grip on a hard cock. The sensations are indescribable. Keeping my finger moving on her clit, I start pumping faster. Heather has adjusted to my penetration and is beginning to enjoy the action. All three of us are panting as we as our rapidly approaching climaxes build. 

Terry, having been the voyeur all evening, is the first one to cum. Heather makes sucking sounds as she swallows his load. Watching Terry's face as he orgasms pushes me over the edge and I begin pumping my seed into Heather's tight poop chute. This drives her into another body wracking climax. Three people in various stages of sexual euphoria come down slowly from an evening of sensual delights.

Telling Terry to remain in the chair, I take Heather into the bathroom to shower together. After all the stimulation we just wash each other. After hugs and kisses in the shower, she dries me off with a large bath town which she then wraps around herself. I get dressed and prepare to leave.

My taxi arrives. Terry and Heather, still wearing only the towel, walk me to the door. "You two really know how to entertain an out of town visitor. I had a great time and hope it brought your fantasies to life. I know we will want to do something like this again."

Terry shakes my hand and says, "It was awesome man. Much more that I expected. You showed me some new techniques. I can't wait till the next time Heather and I make love. Now I can fuck her in the ass." 

Heather drops her towel and throws her arms around my neck to kiss me while pressing her naked body against me. "I was scared at first, but you made it so exciting for me. I have never had so many wonderful orgasms in a row like that. You really know how to please a girl. Terry and I will have more enjoyable sex now thanks to you. I can hardly wait until the next time we get to do something like this with you." 

She kisses me again and I walk out to the taxi. The driver who witnessed the farewell scene in the open doorway, smiles at me and asks my destination.

I ponder future encounters with Heather and Terry on the ride back to my hotel. After my vigorous workout this evening, it is a good thing I didn't schedule any morning appointments.



Interlude with Honi



Bob Gordon got off the bus and hurried to his walkup studio apartment. Once he was safe inside and the door was locked behind him, he turned on the computer that dominated his living space and made a pit stop in the bathroom. While the toilet was still flushing, he returned, removing his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair and waiting impatiently for the computer to finish turning on. Finally, he was able to click on the icon that would get him online and, while the computer was going through that set of gyrations, he returned to the bathroom to wash his hands. 

By the time he had hung up the towel, he was on Hotties4U, which was Bob's home page because it was the site that interested him far more than any other. It wasn't the only place on the internet that he visited, but he spent more time there than anywhere else, maybe more than all other sites combined. Eagerly, he clicked onto the section dedicated to Honi Hill, who was described as still being in her teens. All the women on Hotties4U were beautiful and sexy beyond belief but, to Bob at least, the voluptuous teenager was the most alluring of all. Since the site was strictly law-abiding, Honi must have been 18 or 19 years old, and truly an outstanding representative of the younger generation. 

He had already seen most of Honi's videotapes and loved everything about her, from her long, blonde hair to her darkly mysterious blue eyes and winsome smile to her large, natural breasts to her blonde, neatly-trimmed pubic hair. He didn't know how tall she was, but he could tell she was a fairly good-sized girl, with muscular thighs and wide hips that were needed to balance her succulent jutting breasts. Everything about Honi was truly fascinating to him but the biggest turn-on of all, Bob had no trouble admitting, was her absolutely gorgeous ass. He was an enthusiastic admirer of female derrieres, and Honi had one that was as close to perfect as he could imagine. Sometimes he fantasized that, although he didn't really believe in reincarnation, he would come back in a future life as Honi's easy chair, so he could spend all his time cuddling against her lovely bottom. 

The videotape of her performance began, with soft, erotic music playing, and Bob leaned forward in his chair, totally enraptured by the lovely girl. Nobody could possibly mistake those sumptuous curves for the body of Ally McBeal, or some other emaciated actress, because she was built the way Bob and most men believe a woman should be built. Even in the short denim skirt and low-cut blouse she wore at the start, Honi was very possibly the sexiest women he had ever seen. 

The clothing didn't stay on very long. Standing upright on the small, well-illuminated area, she swayed from side to side and unbuttoned her blouse, before pulling it off and tossing it aside. There was music in the background and she was undressing, but it wasn't actually a strip-tease, because there was no real teasing. Bob knew that every stitch of clothing would be coming off, and that he and whatever other patrons all over the world were watching wouldn't have to wait very long. After shrugging out of the white, short-sleeved garment leaving her nude above the waist, Honi stood and rolled her shoulders, making her luscious breasts dance and sway, showing Bob and her other appreciative viewers that they were completely real, with not a drop of silicone. 

Smiling and leaning forward, Honi cupped one hand under either of the beautiful globes, and the video camera zoomed in for a close-up of the twins. The computer screen was filled with the pink and cream confections, so clear that he could actually see the pebbly texture of the areolas and the tiny individual ridges in her nipples. As Bob's tongue yearned to lick the adorable nubbins, the camera backed away, and he once again saw her lovely face smiling at him as the young beauty bounced those incredible breasts in her hands. 

She was still wearing her skirt, but that didn't last long. Honi's hands released the delightful burdens they were holding and went to her side to perform the more mundane chores of unbuttoning and unzipping. The skirt fell to the floor and Honi, clad only in skimpy, sheer panties, kicked it out of the way and turned around, giving all her fans a view of the delightful ass that Bob found so appealing. Slowly and sensuously, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, letting her perfect buttocks move up and down inside the transparent material. Bending slightly forward and looking over her shoulder while smiling and winking at her audience, Honi slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her last article of clothing and started peeling it downward. 

Bob leaned forward, virtually mesmerized, as the sexy girl slowly pulled her panties down around her hips, showing off her creamy bare skin and firm flesh, and around the curves of her gorgeous ass. When it had cleared those perfect globes, Honi released it, and the wisp of fabric slid down her thighs and out of sight. The video camera drew back then, to show the naked young beauty bowing her back and doing a bump and grind in place, until she raised one foot from the panties that had puddled around her ankles and kicked away the scrap of silk. With both feet free, she spread them, and swayed erotically from side to side, providing an even better view of what Bob considered the sexiest part of her truly heavenly body. 

Honi bent farther forward and reached back to spread her ass cheeks as the camera moved in for another, even tighter closeup. It stopped when her adorable pink rosebud, surrounded by the flawless ivory skin of her inner cheeks, filled the screen. His mouth almost watered as Bob gazed on the incredibly erotic sight and he thought of how the delightful puckered area and Damask skin would feel against his fingers and even under his tongue. More and even lewder ideas filled his mind as the camera stayed at that position, showing only slight movement for almost a half a minute. 

Either the camera changed its angle or Honi bent almost double from the hips or both, but the screen was filled with her pussy as seen from the doggie style position. The view was still a close one, and Bob could see lines of downy blonde pubic hair framing lips that appeared to be swollen and surrounded a narrow slit. Even as he raptly gazed at it, the edges of the slit parted slightly, showing off a lovely pink lining. Small drops formed on the lips, shining wetly, as if Honi's pussy were lubricating from her becoming sexually aroused while she was having exactly that effect on her audience. 

Once again, the camera drew back, showing Honi bent almost double with her hands still spreading her ass cheeks, until she straightened up and turned lithely around to face those she knew were watching. The smile on her angelic face was still sweet and affectionate, but more lascivious than it had been. Her background music also changed, developing a stronger beat, and Honi swung to it energetically, her blonde hair swaying as she moved her body, letting the provocative motions of her hips and breasts draw all her viewers in again. After a minute of this, she dropped to her knees on the carpeted surface and leaned away from the video camera. When she was through adjusting her position, Honi was lying on her back, her head resting on a small pillow, with her knees bent and her legs spread wide apart. 

The beat of the music became stronger, as the camera zoomed in close on Honi's pussy. Her fingers appeared on the screen, spreading her lips and showing off the lovely pink hole that would be the primary object of adoration of any man watching. The inside was shiny wet, and a small stream of fluid could be seen trickling slowly down her crotch. Bob, and probably most men who were watching the show, wondered how those juices would taste, and how they would feel against his cock as he plunged it into their source. The camera backed off a bit until Honi's whole pussy was visible. The lips, which were still held open by her index fingers, were swollen and shiny with fresh juices. It looked as if the beautiful blonde was in a high state of sexual arousal, and that it was increasing by the second. Her hands left the screen, but her pussy remained just as open, showing off its glorious pink wetness.

Until then, Honi had been silent, with the only sound being the background music, but that changed. Her soft murmurs, obviously expressing pleasure started being heard over the music, with its slow, strong beat. The camera stayed where it was, but Honi's pussy began moving, thrusting up in time to that beat, as if fucking back to meet a surging cock or a probing tongue. The camera zoomed out again, but slowly and lovingly, until her whole sexy body was visible. Honi's arms and hands flailed the carpet and her body thrashed on the floor, rocking from side to side, while her head, eyes blissfully closed and her hair tossing, rolled back and forth on the pillow. The camera remained focused on the same view, while the gyrations of the sexy teenager's body became wilder and more erratic. 

Once again, the camera zoomed in on Honi's pussy, showing off her movements, which were even more erotic and strenuous than those of the rest of her body. She was fucking harder into the air, while her hips swiveled, thrusting her legs out and back like a pair of pistons. Honi's murmurs of joy were evolving too, becoming moans and whimpers, all in the same tempo as the heavy beat of the music and the movements of her pussy as she responded to her lucky but invisible partner. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" Honi whimpered, and her movements became faster, keeping up with the steadily increasing tempo of the music, while her thighs started to open and partly close, as if clamping onto and releasing the head or hips of a lover. 

The enraptured Bob fervently wished it were his head or hips, as he gazed at the intensely erotic display. Faster and faster grew the music, and faster and faster were the movements of Honi, until she gave an unmistakable cry of unmitigated joy, her back arched and she rammed her pussy against her phantom lover for an ultimate time. It was obvious she had reached a powerful orgasm, which Bob was almost certain could not have been simulated. After her climax, Honi totally relaxed, her legs sprawled widely apart, and the camera zoomed in to show her fresh juices as they flowed more rapidly out of the same lovely pink hole. 

It had also been the climax of the show, and the camera slowly zoomed out for the last time, stopping when it showed Honi lying flat on her back, arms flopped out at her sides and her face a mask of total ecstasy. The young beauty's lips were slightly parted; her eyes were blissfully closed and her hair was tousled fetchingly across her face and all around her head. The tape ended, but Bob continued staring, as if in a trance, at the blank screen. Finally, he exited from the video and was returned to the home page of Hotties4U, where he saw something he had been in too much of a hurry to notice before. 

"Videotape your favorite model!" the announcement said. "Come to the home of your favorite girl of all the lovelies on Hotties4U and personally tape her performance!" It went on to explain the details of what seemed to be some kind of free lottery, describing how the email address of one subscriber would be chosen, and the owner of that address would be notified and invited to the home of his or her favorite model, Honi in Bob's case, to videotape her next performance. All it asked for was for him to enter his email address and the name of his favorite. The announcement went on to inform him and any other readers that the lucky winner would be chosen and informed in less than a week. 

At first, Bob thought it might be some kind of a scam, until he decided that was not likely to be the case. The site had his credit card information, and charged him monthly fees, but they had never tried to rip him off in the six months he had been a subscriber. "Nothing to lose," he decided, even though he knew the chances of winning were virtually nonexistent. The enamored man would be willing to give a lot to be as up close and personal with the gorgeous Honi as the camera operator must have been to make the videotape he had just watched. Infinitesimal as his chances of winning were, if he didn't enter, he had no chance at all. Bob keyed in the information requested and clicked on "send." 

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