0 comments/ 34229 views/ 3 favorites Knowing By: Ashby2520 So he had finally come to visit. They had been friends for ages, but they never managed to connect. He stayed a steadfast friend through the ups and downs of her life as others came and went. He kept his distance as he knew she would run and dispatch him to the ash heap of exes if he got to close. He was smart enough to avoid that - although it took her ages to realize it. The awareness came over her slowly - and suddenly after all his comments about visiting, and his suggestion they share a duplex in some mutually agreed upon city, and his gentle flirting . . . it suddenly became important to her that hey meet and she see if there was any chemistry. She lived and died by the elusive chemistry. "I will try not to disappoint you. And would like to grant you a wish if I am able while I am there." He left her after the call to ponder that statement. He arrived and called once he was checked in, as he had promised. He suggested dinner that night and she was mildly annoyed that he wasn't going to see her before then. "That shit." she thought. But she agreed to dinner. Punctual as usual, he picked her up at 7. He looked so . . . regular - and she was somewhat disappointed somehow, though she couldn't say why. "You're thinking I look regular. Don't let the cover fool you - you should see what's in the box." She looked into his eyes then, and he smiled. And they began to laugh. Together. He was handsome when he laughed - he changed somehow. "Good to meet you finally." and he pulled her to his chest in a hug. She was startled and yet strangely soothed in his arms. It felt new and like a sweet memory all at once. They went to dinner on the river downtown, the lights reflecting on the water. The breeze ruffled their hair and carried their talk and laughter out over the water. He marveled at her smile, knowing she shared a trait with Helen of Troy - this face could launch a thousand ships. Her laughter was better in person, her smile like the Sun - and he did His best to make her laugh and smile - she made him greedy. He watched her throughout dinner. Watching her face change as she spoke seriously, or smiled coyly, or looked at him, or laughed, or frowned, or chided him for being foolish, or too serious, or for staring. He was entranced by the ever changing pattern of light and shadow as the candlelight played across her face. He did not want the evening to end. They walked and talked about all things, and nothing, and merely enjoy the quit in one another's presence. "Thank you for dinner. May I see you tomorrow?" he asked as he stood at her door. Laughing at his seriousness, she softly replied "Yes." Surely he was coming in for a drink. "Say, 10 o'clock?" he asked, and she agreed. Then he leaned forward and kissed her. So softly and chaste, yet as soon as she gave into it she felt the passion within him - the kiss seeming to melt them into one thing - taking the breath from her and making her dizzy as he held her so firmly in place. Breaking the kiss he rubbed her nose with his and she opened her eyes to find him looking into her eyes, that look piercing her armor like a spear. She slept that night dreaming of the look in his eyes and wondering what it meant - knowing she wanted to see it again. They spent the next day as tourists. Museums, beer at lunch, sweating from the heat and laughing their asses off. He did not look the part, but the man was a party in progress. She had not had so much fun in ages. Yet, he never kissed her, or mentioned the night before. He would touch her for emphasis from time to time, on her hand, her arm. She found it so odd that she was so assured in his presence. She felt safe with him, and yet, she always felt he was holding himself in. She would look at him from time to time and their eyes would meet, and he would smile . . . and she would feel herself start to fall - and catch herself - and see him smiling as if he knew what she was thinking. At the end of the day, he asked her to come to his hotel at 7 for dinner as he needed to shower and clean up. She agreed and he squeezed her hand as he left her at her door. "Wear something that suits you." he said as he left. She had no idea what that meant - but she wanted to play and she dressed to amaze. She felt wonderful and wanted to repeat the previous evening's magic. He opened His door and her work was not in vain. "Spin for me." he said and she did. He smiled at the sight of her and the scent of her perfume. Dinner was no longer a concern. "Come here." He said and gathered her up in his arms and kissed her, this time without holding back and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and giving herself to his kiss, giving herself to him - and he took her greedily. She turned away as the kiss broke, her heart beating fast and afraid to look into his eyes. He held onto her waist and began kissing her neck - his lips tracing fire wherever they touched. His lips now next to her ear - "Let it happen." he whispered and his hands were suddenly everywhere at once stroking her through her clothes as she realized she wanted to be naked for him - to feel his skin on hers. His hands slid up her dress and then slid inside her panties, cupping her ass and then sliding between her legs - He smiling at her wetness and she shocked at the same time. Her body arched forward to meet is touch. "Yes, that's it - this is going to be lovely." he whispered. "You're mine now." and that brought on the first orgasm - ripping though her like a bullet. The rest of the night was like a dream, flashes of light and images, pain pushing them both to new spaces - the line between blurring. He always urging her to give more, she responding in need and desire and He always there to bring her down slowly and then begin again. He touched her, and spanked her and used her so sweetly with such care and roughness and tenderness - all at once - it made her dizzy. He kissed his way down her body, teasing her breasts and hard nipples with his tongue. lips and teeth and she felt herself rising to help him take more of her into his wicked mouth. He lit a hot trail down her tummy to her pussy, settling there with a smile and a hungry cat growl as he made love to her with his mouth for so long and in so many ways it left her tearing at the sheets with her hands as he held her hips to keep his mouth on her in the exquisite contact and driving her over the edge again and again and again. "I love the taste of you." he said. "Feed me, bitch" and feed him she did. He always let her peak and then teased her up and over . . . her need so great now she was just heavy breathing, sweet liquid and NEED. "Tell me what you want?" he asked. She looked into his eyes, shy now, taken, twisted, hungry, sweating, fearful she was dreaming as she searched his eyes. "You aren't dreaming, beloved. I have wanted this for so long." She began to cry then, the final dam breaking within her . . . . "Inside me." she stuttered - knowing he had not properly fucked her yet. And in a heartbeat he was, filling her, stabbing deep - taking her utterly. His mask off now, the hunger in his eyes burning her flesh as he took her. So deep, so full, oh damn he was consuming her. She looked up and in the dim light saw their reflection in the closet doors - the flesh moving together, the sight of him stealing her away, pushing her over the edge yet again and her screams driving him deeper and harder. Realizing her need now - she asked Him in a breathless voice "What do you want?" "Your ass." She shuddered at the words, even as she rolled to open herself to him, needing to give him this gift just as she had given him everything else . . . wanting him inside, wanting to grant him his heart's desire. Giving to him what no one else had ever earned. The pain over so quickly, the fullness of him inside her - taking him in her most private space, urging him to spend himself inside her. The faces in the mirror shocking her in their intensity. His a mask of primal need and hers pure lust ignited. She found herself fucking him back and muttering "please, baby, please" over and over - which sent him over the edge. They didn't leave the room for the next 36 hours. They laughed more, ate, bathed, played, touched, tickled, built elaborate fantasies and performed each and every one - each time more intimate than the last as they learned the others bodies and buttons. Both of them raw and yet willing to play one more time. "My flight leaves in 3 hours." No. She didn't want to think of that. He owned a part of her now - he had touched places within her she thought long dead. She fought it, she knew the longing would begin the moment he left the room, her need to be alone overwhelmed by the reality of what "alone" really meant - for the first time in her life. "What do you want" he asked. She looked at him, steeling herself, asking "What do YOU want." "I want MORE, girl. As much of me as you can stand. You are the answer to a lifetime of prayers." He watched her face for her reaction. "What do you want." She fought her heart, she fought his gaze. She fought as if her life depended upon it. Suddenly it was no longer play, and she realized that for him - it never had been merely play. He gave her all of him too. "Stay." she said. And in time, he granted her every wish. Knowing He knew what turned her on. He knew exactly where to touch her. He knew the points of pressure that would elicit the deepest, most uncontrolled response from her. He had always known it seemed. He had seemed to know, even before he knew her. They had been out to dinner with friends that evening. A very trendy, hip restaurant, that most people had to wait forever to get into, but he had 'pull.' He knew all the right people, and he never gave it a second thought. He never abused his 'power' and he always respected his friends. He was very popular, even though he could have cared less. In the beginning, she had been more than a bit awed by him. But slowly, as time passed, and she got to know him, she had realized that he didn't take advantage of the unsuspecting. But, if you knew the rules, and you were playing the game, then, well, you had just watch out. She had worn a new dress. He had never seen it before, and she had known that he probably would not approve of it. That is why she had made sure that she had come downstairs with her coat already on, when their friends had honked the horn for them. He had smiled at her as she passed through the open door he had held for her. They had had a good, laughing time in the car, on the way to the restaurant. They often went out with Chip and Sarah. They had been friends of his, when she had first met him. She had thought 'Chip' was a dumb name for a man his age, but once she got to know him, she realized that the name did rather suit him. At the restaurant, they had met up with the other two couples, and been escorted to their secluded table. Almost immediately, their drinks arrived, and they were not 'pestered' until he had signaled the waiter for service. She had sat down opposite him at the table. She did it deliberately; knowing then that he wouldn't say anything about her dress, when she casually shrugged her coat back off her shoulders. She knew the minute that he became aware of her dress; almost as if she could feel his eyes, like burning coals upon her skin. The dress had cost a fair amount of money. He had been telling her to spend whatever she wanted on her clothes, but she wasn't one to spend a lot on clothes. But this dress... She had known the dress would cause static the minute she saw it. The dress was strapless, and nearly topless, she had thought, the first time she put it on. It was black, very plain, and what made the dress stunning was the wearer. She had a curvy body, and her very full, firm breasts were mounded up out of the bodice of the dress. If she took too deep a breath, there was a good chance she soon would be topless. She felt his eyes burning over her skin, but she deliberately avoided his stare. She accepted the compliments from the other women at the table, and ignored the pointed looks some of the men gave her. She had been flirted with before, but she had always let it be known that she was 'faithful,' even if they weren't married. She laughed and talked with the women, and listened to when someone was telling a joke, but she was always aware that he was staring at her most of the time. When the music started up, signaling the small jazz band had arrived; he stood and said, "Let's dance." She stood and walked a step in front of him to the 'postage stamp-size' dancing area. He didn't say a word, just took her into his arms, holding her loosely, and began dancing to slow, jazzy romantic music. She was feeling a bit nervous though, when at the end of the dance, he still hadn't said anything. He pulled out her chair for her, and reseated himself. He resumed his conversation, but he continued to watch her silently. She though was much more silent after their dance, and declined several other requests to dance, even from the men at the table. Finally, the dinner ended, and everyone agreed to call it a night. They rode home with their friends, but they still didn't talk, just listened to Chip and Sarah talk back and forth about this or that, that had been discussed at dinner. Finally, they were home, and said their good-byes quickly. She hurried past him, and went into the living room. She was surprised though that he didn't follow her. She listened as he walked up the stairs, and then she heard him in their bedroom. She knew after a few minutes that he wasn't coming back down. She walked very slowly up the stairs, having left her coat on the sofa. He was seated, partially dressed, shirt unbuttoned to his waist, shoes off, legs crossed on the large bed. It was obvious he had just been waiting for her to come upstairs though. She moved over to the closet, kicking off her own shoes, but when she went to unzip the dress, he finally spoke to her. "Don't take it off." She turned slowly, and looked at him. He hadn't moved from the bed. He just kept looking at her. "Why? I'm tired and figured we were going to bed." "Not yet, my sweet. I'm still trying to figure out why you bought that dress." She knew he was referring to the fact that she was usually very self-conscious about her large breasts, and wore concealing clothes most of the time. He had bought her some very sexy underwear, and at first, she had had a hard time wearing that. So, for her to appear in such a revealing dress had been quite a surprise for him. "I admit, I was worried at first that if you laughed too hard, I would be forced to toss my jacket across the table to conceal your virtue." "I practiced breathing the last couple of days, when you weren't home." She smiled at him. "Well, I think it is time for you to pay though..." He let his words hang in the air between them. He watched her frown at his words, and then he said. "I have been very curious as to just what you have on underneath that dress, not that there could be much room for anything." She laughed this time. She loved it when they teased each other, and played games, as they often did, when alone in the house. She moved her arms back to release the zipper, but his words stopped her. "No, not yet. I want you to put those black high heels on again." She smiled, and then bent to slip the shoes back on. He then told her to move to the side of the bed, where he could watch her. Once she was there, he told her to slowly unzip the dress, but to hold it in place with one hand. Her hand pressed the dress to her breasts, mounding them up more, as the zipper released. After a moment or two, he told her to drop the dress, very slowly, to her feet. The dress fell to her waist, revealing her strapless bra. She wiggled and eased the dress over her hips, and finally it dropped to her ankles. She stepped free, once he nodded. He watched in silence, taking in the large, white breasts, held in place by the small, strapless bra. He knew how full her breasts were and he marveled at the miracle of modern plastic and lace, to do such an effective job. Not as good as his hands, but still commendable. He could feel his cock getting harder with each passing second. He had had a difficult time at the restaurant, especially after the dance with her, to not just say to hell with everyone else, and call them a cab to go home. Her hair was still caught up in the back with a clip, and he told her to release her hair. She raised her hands and released her hair. She was aware that her breasts lifted, and appeared to be in danger of spilling free of the bra. Her hair fell to her shoulders and covered her breasts. He told her to push her hair back, behind her shoulders. He loved her long hair, but he wanted her to cut it. He wanted to see the nape of her neck, naked all the time, vulnerable, open, available for him to touch, kiss, whenever he felt like it. He watched her quietly. His eyes moved down over her full breasts, down to the black lace high cut panties, and finally the black thigh-top silky stockings. "Now, reach behind you and release the bra." She did so, slowly, aware that his eyes never left her breasts. When the bra dropped to the floor, her nipples peaked up taut and hard, in the cooler air of the room. He told her to then lean over and step out of the shoes. And then, to remove her panties. Then, she stood in front of him, wearing only her thigh top hose. He moved to the end of the bed then. He told her to come over and kneel in front of him. She did so, slowly, unsure of what he was going to ask of her next. She looked up at him, and he smiled at her slowly. "I want you to suck my cock, baby, like you've never sucked me before." She stared at him for a minute, and then lowered her head and unzipped his pants. She maneuvered his shorts out of the way, and his hard, hot shaft sprang free. She grasped him with her soft, small hands, and lowered her head to lightly lick around the head of his cock. She felt his cock jerk in her hands. She could tell that he was nearing the 'end of his rope' so to speak. She was surprised when she heard him say above her. "I've decided that you owe me for tonight's display." She felt him stroking her hair as she continued to lick, stroke and caress his hard shaft. She took him in her mouth and then she heard him gathering her hair at the back her head, in a high ponytail. Then she heard a crunching noise, just as she felt the pulling of her hair. She tried to pull free; to release his cock, but his hands held her head in place. And he kept on cutting, and cutting, and slowly her hair fell free of his grip, to dangle around her cheeks, as she continued to suck his hard cock. It seemed as if the awful sound, the pulling would never stop, and finally, all her hair, what was left of it anyway, hung limply against her cheeks, just as he climaxed and shot his cum deeply into her mouth. She lifted her head finally, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her hands came up and touched the short hair, which barely came to the tips of her ear lobes. She knew the time would come when she would push him too far. He had wanted to cut her hair. He had asked her often enough, but she refused. He smiled at her. God, he had never felt so aroused as he had when he started cutting her hair. He wondered if she had felt the same. He set the scissors down, and lightly touched the shorn hair at her cheeks. He said he would take her to the most expensive hair salon tomorrow and fix it up, and then he lowered his head, and kissed her lightly. He laid the cut hair on his nightstand, and pulled her upwards. He held her in front of himself, cupping her breasts in his hands. He squeezed her breasts, and told her how much he loved her big tits. He knew how much that turned her on; he lightly licked her hard nipples. "I was so hot in the restaurant, watching you and wondering if your tits were gonna pop out of that damned dress or not. When we were dancing, I could feel you rub your tits against me, and all I could think about was getting you home and fucking your brains out. I wanted to reach my hands," he paused, moving his hands to match his words. "Down and cup your ass. Did you look and see how that dress cupped that sweet little ass of yours? Then I wanted to see you bent over the table, and me coming inside of you, with everyone watching." He felt her quiver in response at his words. Just like always, he knew how to reach her inner core, how to turn her into melted butter. He knew just what to say how to touch her, to have her sweet cum wash out over her shaven lips and down her thighs. His hand moved between her thighs, stroking her shaven pussy. He complimented her on her smooth, shaven pussy. He rubbed her cum over her outer lips, and eased his fingers inside her pussy, slowly. He felt her body squeeze his fingers as her hips squirmed in response to his passionate words and touch. "You would like that, wouldn't you, to have me fuck you, in front of our friends." She shook her slightly at the same time feeling her body gushing forth in passion his words aroused in her. He was her master, in so many ways. He held her in his thrall with his words, his touch, even just a glance could do it. He lowered his head and kissed her ear lobe, sucking it lightly with his tongue and lips, and then nipping it with his teeth. "Ah, I see that you like that too, don't you." He listened to her moans of desire, and finally said, "Tell me what you want! Ask for it, baby!" He waited his fingers in her shaven pussy, teasing her. His other hand was cupping, squeezing, and playing with her right breast. Finally, she tilted her head back, her mouth open, and gasping, her hips squirming frantically. 'Please take me..." He pinched her nipple and she jumped a bit. "No, ask me the right way." She licked her lips, dazed with passion, his fingers making her crazy. "Please fuck me, now!" In one smooth, single movement, he turned them and pushed her onto the bed. He came down on top of her and into her in one quick thrust of his lower body. She moaned and he groaned as her body closed, then squeezed around his hard, thrusting shaft. He reached down between them, finding her clit. He flicked it but once, and she was spasming and climaxing around his hard, hot cock. He quickly thrust repeatedly, and soon climaxed deep with her soft body. The next afternoon, he picked her up and took her to a very exclusive salon downtown. She had never been there before, because she thought it was kind of 'silly' to spend that much on her hair. They were greeted by name, and escorted to a private salon area. A few minutes later, a male stylist that she recognized from his appearances on television entered the room. He didn't make any comment on her ragged haircut; she supposed that he was being paid enough to keep his comments to himself. Without a word though, other than directing her to the shampoo area, where one of his assistants, quickly shampooed, and conditioned her ravaged hair, he then began cutting her hair. She watched herself in the mirror in silence, knowing that he was watching from a chair off to the side. She knew that he had made his wishes known before their arrival as to the type of haircut he wanted her to have. She knew it was too late to turn back, just as she had known that wearing such a provocative dress just might have consequences she had not anticipated or planned for. He quickly cut her hair to mid ear lobe length, but slightly longer in the front, and angling up very high in the back. He would direct her to tilt her head this way or that, as he snipped her hair shorter and shorter. Finally, he clipped up the back part of the bob cut, and then he flipped on the clippers. She almost jumped out of the chair at the sound of the clippers turning on. She had never felt clippers on her head. He pushed her head forward, telling her to touch her chin to her chest. She did so, and then she felt the warmth of the clippers touch the base of her neck. Very quickly, the clippers climbed up the back of her to her occipital bone, and then repeated the motion, repeatedly. Finally, her hair in the back was clippered short to one quarter of an inch. He quickly changed attachments, and told her bend forward again. This time he clipped the bottom edges, up about one and a half inches, to one eighth of an inch. The stylist then ran his fingers over the clipped hairs, and she shivered in the chair. She was amazed at how arousing the feel, and the sound of the clippers had been. Her lover stood and walked over, and he also ran his fingers up and down the back of her head. However, he met her eyes in the mirror as he stroked her smooth, slightly furry pelt of hair. She could see it in his eyes. He knew how aroused she was. It was almost as if he had put his hands between her thighs, and felt the wetness that had formed there while the clippers buzzed off her hair. She squirmed in the chair, and then he smiled. Oh yes, he knew how aroused she was. He had seen it in her eyes, in her body language. He had become equally aroused, just watching the clippers buzz her hair off, and then watching the emotions that chased themselves across her mobile face. He knew she didn't want short hair, but last night when he had so abruptly cut her hair off, and then again today, well she no longer had a choice in the matter. Moreover, watching her reactions, he knew that he for one was going to enjoy her new haircut, and he was sure that she would also, once she got used to it. Of course, he might just buy a clippers himself, and take care of the back his self, between visits. After a minute or so, he stepped back and let the stylist resume the cutting her very striking bob haircut. Soon, the undercut was completed, the upper layer curved under, and forward into longer edges near her cheeks. When she tilted her head, the hair fell forward over her face. He found that incredibly sexy. He wanted to rush out of the salon and take her home for a little afternoon lovemaking. Finally, the stylist was done, and finished up by telling her how easy it was going to be to take care of, combing the hair into a smooth curve from the back of her head, to the points at her cheeks. He finally said that she would need to get it cut at least every three weeks. A short time later, they walked out of the salon onto the busy downtown street. As they started walking down the street, he reached up and rubbed the buzzed hair at the nape of her neck, and the back of her head. He rubbed it like he was petting her. He noticed her frisson of reaction; there was no way she could deny it. He smiled and reached down and grabbed her hand. To her surprise, he abruptly changed direction, and had them cross the street. She had to nearly run to keep up with him, and was very surprised when he rushed them into the lobby of the ritziest downtown hotel there was. Before she could gather her wits about her though, he was at the registration desk, renting them a penthouse suite for the night. A bellhop escorted them to the room, even though they obviously had no luggage. He had looked at her once, but quickly looked away when the man had glared at him. Nevertheless, she had still flushed very brightly; sure, she could guess his thoughts. The bellhop tried to show them around, he shoved him out the door with a large tip. Then he turned to her, and pulled her into his arms. She found herself being thoroughly kissed as he quickly unbuttoned her shirt, shoving it wide open. He flipped open the clasp of her bra and caught her large breasts as they spilled out. He moved his hands to her pants, quickly unsnapping the jeans, and dragging down the zipper. He slid his hand inside her cotton panties, to her shaven pussy... and just as he had thought, she was very wet indeed. She moaned as he caressed and stroked her shaven lips. She was still stunned at how arousing getting her haircut had been, and then to be literally dragged to a hotel room... Well, she was having trouble finding her balance, but the one thing she did know was that his touch, his kiss, just a glance from his dark eyes was enough to make her crazy with desire. She kissed him back, dueling with his tongue, nipping it lightly to tease him. She moved with him towards the large bed, and they fell upon it in a tangle of arms and legs. He quickly had her pants pushed down and out of the way and then he released his hard cock. He waited a scant second, and then he thrust deep inside of her. He moaned as her eager flesh enclosed him, and squeezed him, deep inside her body. She kissed his throat, her fingers finding, and then squeezing his own nipples beneath his shirt. Then she moved her hands to the shirt placket and surprised them both when she pulled and ripped his shirt open. Then he laughed and kissed her deeply, as their bodies mated to completion. Knowing When I sat down in the carriage I had only hopes that the compartment would be free of others, it's one of my hatreds of public transport - the public. Yes, you can strike up some interesting conversations, yes there are occasions when you meet someone who makes the journey pass more quickly and whom you regret never meeting again, but more often than not your companions are squealing children with vacant spaces for parents, or weird people in jogging bottoms eating cheese and onion crisps, or those public ranters who inveigle their way into your book, history or job and proceed to tell you exactly what their prejudices would do to solve whatever perceived problem you have. I dreaded the sight of buggy, Nike logo or fastidious man with a Co-op bag. The train began to leave and with relief I leant forward and took my book from my bag, looked my last on London, settled back and opened my book. Before we'd even pulled clear of the station though, the door to my compartment slid open with a grumble and a slim young woman squeezed through the gap without fully opening it. I kept my gaze on the book, only glancing her way briefly, hoping she wasn't an overly gregarious type. She half smiled, tossed her bag on the seat and sat down beside the window quietly as the door slid slowly closed. I took the occasional glance at her across the top of my book, appreciating her reticence as well as her slender prettiness. I'd seen her on the platform earlier, when I was having a coffee and tea cake in the station café, seen her and enjoyed watching her lithe stroll down the concourse, bare legs and strappy dress; I'd wondered as I'd sipped whether she was wearing a bra, I couldn't see any straps when I perused the pale skin of her shoulders, and there didn't appear to be any lines suggesting such, but I was too far away to tell properly. I was intrigued, continuing my study whilst feigning reading. A gentle swell. You just couldn't tell, although certainly no straps, and no tell-tale ridges beneath that thin summer dress, but I couldn't empirically decide, so I decided she didn't and returned to the pages before me, comfortable in my little fantasy. Some while later, with the train passing northwards at speed, I put the book down, brushed my trousers smooth and stood, a quick trip to bathroom and buffet car. She was asleep now, her head leant against the window, hair draping in sleepy loops across those bare shoulders. I slid the door open only a fraction and slowly, being careful not to wake her, and slipped away for relief and sustenance. Returning, I leant to the little table beneath the window, placed my coffee down and stretched before sitting down. As I eased the tension my eyes fell on her again, still snoozing comfortably. Her dress gaped where she was curled against the carriage side, and now there was no doubt whatsoever: no bra. I stood immobile, breath in inverse proportion to heartbeat, knowing I should move away, look away, but I didn't, who really would? I stood motionless for an age, soaking in every aspect of the revelation, the gentle swell, the dark pink of her nipple, delicate and small, the tip protruding, waiting to be licked, sucked. I appreciated the firm arc against her dress and the beautiful smoothness of her skin. I rearranged myself, looked again. Drinking the sight of her deeply, wishing there was any possibility of more, knowing there wasn't, one delicious breast was my lot. She stirred slightly, sighing, and I softly moved back to my seat, picked my book up again. Just past Grantham she awoke, smiled at me, stretched and looked out of the window for a while before she left for a short while, returning a little later with a drink and a Twix. There was another brief acknowledgement as she stepped over my feet and we withdrew again into our respective thoughts. Either my book was better than I thought, or it dozed for a while, because we were pulling out of York when next I looked out of the window. Someone, a someone with an entourage of children, peered in through the door, but moved on thankfully. My companion was sleeping once more, her feet resting on the seat opposite her, and I admired her slender ankles as my gaze returned from the departing station. Admired her ankles, barefoot as she'd kicked her sandals off onto the floor, and ran my eyes along her lithe legs stretched across the gap between seats. It wasn't intentional, simply a natural movement, one thing to the next. Her legs were as pale and petite as the rest of her, smooth and shapely, firm calves and the swell of the thigh's strength disappearing beneath the looped drapery of her summer frock some way above her knees. I inclined my head without thinking, following the shadowy line from pale lower thigh along her shaded inside leg, appreciating the grace of her legs. A little further I leant, starting to wonder and thrill at this opportunity, she was very lovely. I wondered just how far I would be able to see, imagined the swell of her underwear's secrets, and looked harder, straightening myself again as I did so. The temptation drew me on; I coughed, she didn't stir whatever, so I leant forward carefully, my arm tiptoeing forward toward the hem of her skirt, heart racing, as the moors' beauty passed by outside unheeded. I took the fabric in quiet fingers and lifted it, barely, slowly, trying to avoid even the brush of cotton on thigh as I tented the cloth. My angled gaze again followed those delightful thighs, looking for the swell of underwear, hoping perhaps for the snug fitted hint of her lips' outlined shape. I didn't see either. She still didn't stir, but there were no hints, no pale, coloured or patterned knickers, beneath that loose summer skirt with its musical motifs, she was bare. No underwear. I drank in instead the sight of her mound, adorned with a blush of close dark hair, the shadow temptingly deeper running clearly down between her slender lips. I paused, gazing intently, silent and hard. Quite as lovely as the rest of her, her sex was smooth and shapely, the hair fanning out in delicate strands from that central focal line, lifting across the gentle swell, the flesh of her lips softly visible between her parted legs, offering hints but nothing more of the intricate delicacies I could imagine lay there. I pause a moment, relishing the moment. Leaning forward further, I took her skirt in two hands now, carefully lifting the loose cotton toward her and laying it bunched across her lap, I sat back to watch, relish every inch of her, the swell of my lust almost uncomfortable. Heart in my mouth, knowing I couldn't explain if she stirred, I leant forward again, perching on the seat edge, reaching for her and I slipped my fingers gentle across her bare sex, fingertip soft over the hair's rise, feeling the fleshy softness beneath my careful movement, slowly looking with my fingers, until one eased between those wonderful lips easily and felt the swell of her hidden ridges, felt the slipperiness of moisture within those delicate folds. He caressed, stroked, delved and pressed briefly, his fingers sliding along her wetness three or four times before he withdrew, fearful of waking her. Sitting back, he watched her, noting almost everything about her, tasted her moisture from his fingers, before easing himself quietly from his skinny jeans and beginning to stroke. He did so quickly, urgently, sliding his hand firmly along his shaft, needing to come soon, desperate to do so before she awoke, before anyone walked by. It didn't take him long, never taking his eyes from her delectable body as he did, never easing his gaze as he thrust his hips upwards, once, twice and again, coming in rich spasms that struck the compartment floor some way away. Sated, he tucked himself away, rubbed the glistening pools into invisibility and straightened her clothing before returning to his book without noting her fluttering eyelids. At Newcastle she disembarked, leaving her empty sandwich packet on the little table, tidying her bag before she rose. As she left him alone for his journey to Scotland, she smiled at him, "lovely to have met you," she said, her first words to him, and the door slid to behind her. On the window she'd left a heart in the condensation of her parting breath. Knowing Daddy Hey there everyone, I hope you like this. this. I just had my eye operated on and things are a little hard to see, but I'm getting better with each day. Well, enjoy and be sure to comment and vote. If you are going to be mean, keep it to yourself, cuz...I'm sick of hearing it. This is an 'AMATEUR' writing site! This story is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are insulted by sexually explicit subject matter or language, please DO NOT read this! This story is a work of fiction! It is not real! All characters and events portrayed in it are imaginary, and any similarity to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author does not condone or endorse incest in any way, shape or form! DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! This story may not be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author. Copyright © 2008 L.A.Wicker. All rights reserved. * Tasha looked at the gorgeous man and couldn't help but wonder who he really was. Yes, he was her father, but she did not know much about him and that needed to be changed. He was six-foot two-inch tall, dark black hair that was graying around his temples and a very rugged face. He always had a smile for her and as of late, it started to excite Tasha and she noticed Dad with quite a few hard-ons. She knew it was weird, but Tasha didn't think of him as her Dad, she thought of him as one very sexy man and wondered what he thought of her. She hadn't seen him but five or six times over the last ten years and at the age of twenty-two, she was very impressionable and he was making a very 'big' impression on her. She watched him lifting the heavy barbells and he must have had a hundred pounds on each one of them, but Dad lifted them with little effort at all. "I was thinking about going out to dinner tonight, are you up for it?" Tasha asked as she looked up and down his tall, muscular body, thinking of how easily he could hold her down and fuck her brains out. Tasha knew he had a massive cock and guessed it to be right around ten-inches long. Back when Tasha was around ten and her mother was still alive, she walked in on Mom and Dad screwing each other like wild animals. The visions of his long, hard cock had remained in her mind all of those years and now with them living together, she caught nice glimpse of him naked and it was getting to her. Max looked to his sexy daughter and fought to keep his cock under control, but it was becoming an impossible thing to do. "What do you have in mind?" he asked trying not to look at her gorgeous body, but that was a difficult task and getting 'harder' with each passing day. She was five-foot-ten, black hair and a body that could make a dead man hard. Tasha's eyes were dark, almond shaped and they had a mysterious gypsy look. Her hair was cut short and it looked kind of shaggy around the sides, giving her a wild and sexy look. Her breasts were a large, C cup and they were the kind that looked like two, big water balloons, nailed to a wall and sloshing around. Her waist was thin and it was toned from hours in the gym. Tasha's hips were slender, he guessed them to be a size six and Max looked at them every chance he had. Her legs were long and also very, very toned and with all of Tasha's time in the sun, they were tan. "I was thinking of dinner and I think it's time we got to know each again." Tasha said as she looked at his thick, hairy chest and all of his muscles. "What do mean by that?" he asked and walked over to next to her, enjoying her tiny white, string bikini. "We don't know anything about each other, Dad. After Mom died and you went back to the army, I went to live with grandmother and we drifted apart." Tasha said with a low voice, thinking of him being in the Special Forces and all of the things he must have done, but she didn't know anything about it or him. "I'd like to get to know my very sexy Daddy again," she whispered and ran her hand up his sweaty back. He knew she was right and they did need to bond again. Before Cindy died, he and Tasha were always together and doing something fun. "Sure, I'd like that very much," he smiled to her, enjoying her soft touch and tried not to look at Tasha's sloshing breasts under her small bikini top, but his eyes could not stay off of them and Max hoped she wouldn't notice. She could see his dark, bedroom eyes on her and Tasha loved it. She didn't care if he looked at her, but it was taking its toll on her and she was horny day and night. "Where would you like to go?" she asked as she slid her arm around him and hugged, enjoying his muscles and his manly sweat dripping on her. "How about if we stay home and I cook a nice dinner for us?" Max asked and hoped she would like that. He liked keeping Tasha to himself and he hated seeing other men looking at her or anything. She thought for a few seconds and figured it would be a great idea. Tasha had a new and very short skirt she was dying to wear, but not in public. This would be the perfect opportunity to wear it and see if Dad had any reaction to it. "On one condition." Tasha said as she turned to face him and like always, Dad was looking at her big tits and it turned her on. "Just name it, sweet-heart." Max said as he put his arm around her and hugged. "We are going play a game of question and answer. Anything goes and...we have to answer, no matter what." Tasha said with a firm voice and she saw a shocked look fill his face. He thought and wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not. "I don't know...that could bad honey." "Oh come on, let's do it, Dad. I think it'll be fun and if we play by my rules, by night's end, we know each other in and out!" Tasha laughed and wondered what Dad would think of her questions for him. "Yeah I know and that's the problem." He said and reached for a towel lying next to Tasha, but she took it and started patting it all over his face and thick chest. "I could use to living with you, but you're going to spoil me," he smiled and Max felt his cock slowly filling with blood, but it wasn't right. Tasha was his daughter and he couldn't get hard for her, but her beautiful body was driving him crazy and he was constantly hard. "Good, cuz...I like spoiling you and maybe after tonight, we'll be even uh...closer." Tasha whispered as she slowly toweled Dad's lower stomach and she could see his erection under his shorts. Max was a little stunned by what Tasha said, but his cock loved the idea and it jumped with joy. "I hope so, because we lost a lot of wonderful time together and now, you're a beautiful, young lady and I don't want to let you out of my sight!" Max said and he had an urge to kiss Tasha, but he thought better of it and was content with looking at her breasts swaying back and forth. She sat up on her feet and moved against his side, loving his eyes on her breasts and she had a nice surprise for him tonight. "We may have lost my childhood, but Dad, I'm a grown woman now and uh..." Tasha paused to wipe his forehead, pressed her breasts against him and she went on. "And...uh if you...um wanted," she stuttered with her soft voice and Tasha was dying to kiss him. He bit his lip and leaned away from Tasha. "If I wanted...what?" Max said as his ran his big hand over Tasha's hair, petting her as if she was a cat in heat. She leaned against his hand and Tasha hoped he was getting her vibes. She wanted him and didn't care if he was her Dad or not. "You can...uh...pretend I'm you're um...date, if you wanted to." Tasha whispered, as she chewed her lower lip and hoped that her face wasn't that red. He laughed and now he was sure. Tasha was coming on to him and she was turning him on. "Well, I haven't been out with a woman in a long; long time...you may not be safe!" Max laughed and gave her a good hug. "Mmmm, that would be as nasty as fuck, wouldn't it!" she laughed, showed all of her teeth and Tasha's face turned bright red. "Girl, I should bend you over my knee and spank your ass!" Max laughed with Tasha and he gave her a playful nudge with his elbow. "But, if you're that nasty...I'm sure you'd love your ass spanked too!" he laughed and she pushed him back. She loved him pushing her and if he went along with her plan, Tasha hoped and prayed that later, she'd be under Daddy. "Shoot Daddy, any 'dirty' girl in her right mind...would bend right over for you!" she smiled and caressed over his lower stomach again, but this time, the towel was gone and his bare flesh, felt like she was toughing red-hot steel. "What in the hell did they teach you in college, girl?" he asked with a laugh and Max loved her fingers caressing his body, but his cock was starting to get very hard and he knew that he needed to get away from Tasha. She smiled and moved closer, until her front was pressed completely against his side and Tasha felt his left hand cover her right ass-cheek. "It's not what I learned in class, but at night...is when I really learned things, Daddy..." she panted in his ear and leaned to kiss his sweaty neck, enjoying his manly and very salty taste on her pouty lips. "And Daddy, I paid very 'close' attention," she whispered in his ear as both of her loving hands caressed his body. Her right hand covered his chest and her left one, caressed his strong back and she could envision him on her, loving her long into the night. "Yeah, I can see that!" he laughed and Max had to get up. "I'm going to go along with your 'date' game, but...um...no...you know." "Dad, I know so relax and let's have some fun, ok?" Tasha laughed as she stood up, moved into his arms and Dad's cock was smashed into her lower stomach, just an inch or so from her wet, excited pussy and she wanted to scream. "I'm going to dress up for you and go all out. Is there anything special you'd like me to do or wear for you?" Tasha asked and she could feel the hot, boiling blood racing through his hard, manly cock and she wanted to drop to her knees. He thought and Max knew this was no good, but his cock took control of his brain and it only thought of pussy, even if Tasha was his daughter. "I liked that little outfit you wore last month, when you went to that party." Max said as he slipped his arms around her and his hands found Tasha's gorgeous, tight ass. "Ahhh Daddy, you liked my 'school girl' look huh? I would have never guessed it!" Tasha smiled and she had some nice things to wear for Daddy. "I liked that and you looked sexy as hell, but kind of nasty too." Max said as his hands held each of her firm ass-cheeks and he gently pushed his hips into hers. "Any normal guy in his right mind would love that!" he laughed, as his cock grew more and Max knew Tasha felt every inch of it on her stomach. She felt his cock and it was a 'true' monster. "I love dressing up and playing around. It's called roll playing, Daddy and I'm very, very good at it too." Tasha smiled and he was growing harder, for her, his fucking daughter and she loved it. "I'm going to go all out for you, Daddy and you'll love how real I can make things seem," she purred in his ear and her hand started around the side of his hip. "So, if you go along with it, be ready for a wonderful night!" Tasha purred again and she slowly moved her hand around his body, but he jumped away from her. He felt her hand slithering around his body and he pulled from her. "I'm going to start things and I'll meet you back here around...seven!" Max said with a big grin and he took off to start dinner for them. "Oh God, this is so fucking cool and I can't believe that my Daddy, wants me to dress like a schoolgirl!" she said and couldn't help but jumping up and down with total joy. "I'm sorry if you get mad at me Daddy, but tonight," she paused to twist both of her hard and very excited nipples. "I'm going fuck you until your ears bleed!" Tasha growled with lust and she went to prepare herself for him. *. Max had dinner going and rushed to clean up for Tasha. He knew that it was wrong, but she was turning him on and there was nothing he could do about it. She was a very beautiful young woman and it seemed that Tasha had taken after her Mom, she was a nympho and Max loved it. "Hey Daddy, I'm home!" Tasha yelled, slamming the front door and she strolled into the kitchen. "Hi Daddy," she said as Dad turned to see her and his big eyes grew wide. He saw Tasha and Max quickly knew that this was bad. She fluffed her hair and Tasha's makeup was perfect. His eyes looked at her pretty face and they roamed down to her thin, white blouse. Tasha's had no bra and he could see that her nipples were hard and they looked bigger than normal. Her toned stomach was bare and she had one of those belly-button rings in it. Her small, plaid skirt was short, giving him a great view of Tasha's long legs and it went up to her stocking covered thighs. "Wow, my little girl is sure growing up and you're so pretty!" he smiled and hugged her tight, not caring if she could feel his swollen cock or not and he flexed it against her. "Thank you, Daddy." Tasha whispered as she stayed against him, enjoying his erect cock resting on her stomach again and it made her pussy tingle. "Daddy, I got a bad grade on my report card. Please don't be mad at me," she whispered as her fingers caressed through his thick, black hair and Tasha felt him flex again. He had to smile and Tasha was very good at this. "What class?" Max asked as he looked to her pretty face and he pretended to be mad at her. "Don't be mad at me, Daddy. It is my sex education class. I don't understand some of the things my teacher said and I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Everyone would have laughed at me," she said with a soft, very innocent voice, as her lower lip came out and Tasha hugged him tight. "You have a bad grade, in such an easy class? Tasha, I should spank your ass, girl!" he said, trying to act mean. "Sit at the table and get your books out, now!" he yelled and gave her left ass-cheek, a firm slap. "No Daddy, please don't spank me. I'm sorry and I promise to do better. Maybe if you help me with my class, I'll get a better grade next time," she smiled and sat at the table, rubbing her stinging ass and hoping he would keep this up. "I don't mind helping you sweet-heart," he said and walked to her side, pressing his stiff cock against the side of Tasha's left breast and he felt her suck in a deep, breathe of air. "So, what didn't my baby girl, understand?" he asked as he ran his fingers through her soft hair and he was petting Tasha as if, she was a cat. Her mother loved that and as much as she and Tasha were alike; he hoped that his daughter would love it too. Tasha came close to having an orgasm, but she wanted to wait and do that around Daddy's big, fat cock-shaft. "Some of the words confused me, Daddy and if I would have asked my teacher what they meant, I would have been laughed at by my class." Tasha said with that same voice and she put her sexy, lower lip, out farther than before. "What words, baby?" he asked and caressed her pretty face. "Like, orgasm, what does that mean, Daddy? All of the kids in school talk about having an orgasm with their girlfriend or boyfriend and I don't have a clue of what it means." Max got down on his knees beside her and he hugged Tasha. "When two people like each other they kiss. You've seen movies and people kissing, right?" he asked as his right hand moved to her leg and Max caressed her sheer, white stocking. "Yeah a little. Is kissing fun, Daddy?" she whispered as her arm slid around his strong, manly neck. "I've never kissed anyone, but you," she moaned as his big hand slowly moved up and down her leg, driving Tasha crazy. "Kissing is very fun and it is really good when you do it with someone you love." "Daddy, I've never kissed like that before. Is it fun?" Tasha asked and she felt his hand sliding up her leg, until he found her bare thigh and she couldn't help but moan. "Mmmm, that feels so good, Daddy," she purred and just sat; letting him do anything he wanted to her. "Tonight, when we watch TV, will you kiss me, Daddy? I love you and you said that made it even better, right?" Tasha whispered as she leaned to kiss the side of his mouth. He smiled and looked up to her and knew that shit was getting crazy, but Tasha was old enough to know what she wanted and that was good enough for him. "I don't know, but I'll think it over. A Daddy is not supposed to kiss his daughter like that, but you are growing into a beautiful, young lady and we'll see what happens." Max said as they looked into each other's eyes and he knew that this night was going to change their lives forever. "I can't wait, Daddy. I think that I'll love kissing you," she smiled and could not believe how wet her pussy was. "What other words are you having trouble with?" "All the kids say funny things like, cock and pussy. Daddy I don't know what any of the words mean." Tasha said with the teasing voice and put her lip out. He laughed and Max loved this shit. "Well, let's not say cock. Let's say penis and it is what Daddy and all men have. We pee through it and a few other nice things too." "What does a penis look like? Can I see yours, Daddy? Pweeze." Tasha said with the youngest sounding voice she could. "Well, I'm not supposed to show you, but...if you're very good girl and if you promise to do anything I say...I might even let you hold it too." "Mmmm, that sounds fun, Daddy. You should let me see your penis, now." He stood up and was so tempted, but it would be much better if they took things slow and not rush this. "Nope, you have to wait until later and you have to be a good girl!" Max said with a firm voice and he went back to the stove. "I'm always good for my, Daddy," she stood and moved behind him. "I can't wait to see your penis, Daddy. Is it a big, long one?" she asked and tried to slip her arms around him, but Max pushed her back. He smiled and flipped over a steak. "You mother loved it and she was always holding and kissing it. She loved Daddy's big penis." "Did your penis make me, Daddy?" Tasha asked with a soft whisper and she kissed the back of his neck, enjoying his after-shave on her lips. Shivers ran through Max and he knew Tasha would get her wish. "Oh yes! Mommy and I had a wonderful time when we made you!" "How did you get me in her belly, Daddy?" "Well, if you're a good, little girl and pay very close attention tonight, Daddy may show you how you got inside Mommy." "Oh Daddy, I can't wait to see your penis! I bet that you have the prettiest one there is and I promise to be a very good, little girl for you and do 'anything' you tell me to." Tasha moaned as she reached around him and very gently squeezed his cock. *. Later, Max was sitting in his recliner and relaxing after dinner, when Tasha caught his eye. "I see that you changed into Daddy's favorite nightclothes," he smiled and looked over her tall, slender body and the small, blue shirt that did little to cover her breasts. He looked down to the equally small, panties on her hips and Max felt his cock growing hard. "Do you 'really' think I'm pretty, Daddy?" Tasha said with that same, innocent voice and she slowly turned, knowing that Dad loved seeing her ass and Tasha wanted to show him everything, tonight. She wanted him hard and ready to go in her body. He pulled her on his lap and Max hugged, hoping he could really slip his dick into his own flesh and blood. "Yes, I think that you are very pretty and I want you to be my girlfriend," he said as he caressed her face and peeked down to her big, swollen nipples and Max noticed something very nice. Tasha's nipples were fucking pierced. She smiled and saw his eyes on her boobs. "Daddy, if I'm your girlfriend um...can we kiss each other and um...do I still get to see your penis?" Tasha asked making sure her lip was out and she snuggled closer to him. Knowing Daddy "We'll see, but now, I want you to kiss me and after you do," he had to stop, Tasha kissed him and she quickly moved back, acting as if she was embarrassed. "Ok, let's try that again, but this time, don't move away. Keep your lips on mine and try to do everything that I do, ok?" Max said as he caressed Tasha's face and he hoped she was sure about this. She got up and sat back down on his lap again, but this time, Tasha was facing him and they were nose to nose. "I'll do better this time," she panted and Tasha was on fire. "I promise, Daddy." Tasha whispered as she moved her mouth to his and they kissed. Max held the sides of Tasha's face and they lightly kissed. "Now, I want you to do everything that Daddy does, baby," he said as their mouths were still together and he wanted her in the worst way, but it would be much better if they went slow and took their time. "Ohhh, yes!" Tasha moaned as they lightly kissed and she loved Daddy holding her so tight. It made her feel so helpless and at his mercy. Her pussy was dripping and it was running down Tasha's thighs. He held her as they kissed and his cock was hard. "Sit all the way down on Daddy and guess what's under your butt." She smiled and sat completely down on him. "Oh God, Daddy...it feels so good!" Tasha moaned as she grabbed his massive neck and hugged with all of her might, as she pushed her hips down and rubbed her pussy on his swollen shaft. Her wetness covered him instantly and Tasha was on fire. Max held her as they hugged and she felt good in his arms. "I know baby!" he grunted and he had to make sure this is what Tasha really and truly wanted, before they went on. "Baby, are you very certain that this is what you want? Once we start...I won't be able to stop." Max said as he held her face and Tasha nodded her head yes. "I know Daddy and I'm very sure about this." Tasha said in her normal voice and she kissed him. "I've never wanted anything as badly...as I want you, now," she added and kissed him again. "And, if I want to be your 'girlfriend', I gotta do whatever you say." Tasha said with her 'other' voice and she smiled at him. Max knew that they were sure to burn in hell, but this was awesome and he couldn't stop now. Tasha was a vamp and she had him under her control. "That's right and Daddy wants you to kiss me again, but this time, open your mouth and flick your tongue on mine." Max whispered as Tasha lay on his chest, kissing deeper, flicking their tongues together and Max reached under Tasha, caressing her ass. "Oh Daddy!" she moaned as he held her butt and softly kissed her. "This makes me feel all tingly and my special place...is so wet, why Daddy?" He held her and Max hoped Tasha wouldn't kill him. "That just means that you love Daddy and um...you like it when we hug and kiss," he said with a smile and Max had to get his cock out of his jeans. "Daddy has a surprise for you, baby and I think that you're going to love it too!" he said with a wink. "Mmmm, what is it, Daddy?" Tasha asked as they continued to kiss and nibble each other's lips. "Do you still want to see Daddy's penis and find out how you got in Mommy's belly?" "Oh Daddy, yes, may I please see him! I'll do anything you want...I promise! Please!" she said, making sure that her lower lip was out and Tasha was ready to see her Daddy's cock. He reached under her, unzipped his pants and leaned back in the chair. "Be easy with him and you can 'only' hold him and nothing more! Do you understand Daddy?" "Ohhh yes, I understand, Daddy." Tasha replied as she slid from his recliner and sat on the floor in front of him, on her knees and she was ready to please her Daddy. She reached in his pants, gently pulled it out and Tasha thought that she was going to faint. "Daddy, why is he sooo fat and sooo long?" she asked with a smile, holding him with both hands and Tasha slowly licked her lips. She knew why it was so big and long. "Well, most ladies like them that big, so they can kiss it and play with it. They also know Daddy can give them a baby, if it's so big." She looked up at him and tried to look as innocent as she could. "Do I get to kiss your penis, Daddy?" Tasha asked with a soft voice and she saw him smile at her. "Huh, Daddy?" she whispered as her lips grazed over the head and Tasha felt him flex. "Can I kiss him?" she whispered as her soft lips puckered and she smiled. "He's so big and it's sooo hard too!" she moaned and slowly leaned forward, until his cock-head was against her lips and Tasha opened her panting mouth. He just sat, enjoying Tasha's game and she forward. "Kiss it real slow, baby and move your hand up and him, ok?" he said as he caressed the side of her face and she licked the head. "That's Daddy's good, little girl. Kiss all over him and keep rubbing him too." Max said as he watched his young daughter, kissing the tip of his swollen, cock-head and it was great. Her lips were kissing all over him and she was smiling, while lightly stroking Dad. Tasha's breath was warm and her lips were so wet. "Am I doing it the right way, Daddy?" Tasha purred with a smile and quickly returned to pleasing her Daddy's big, hard cock. "Hum, Daddy? Do you like the way I'm...um...kissing him?" Tasha whispered with a bigger smile, knowing that she was driving him crazy. "Yeah, you're the best ever and I love you." Max said as he watched her go back down, kissing his cock-head and he could feel Tasha licking the tiny slit on the head. "That's where babies come from and if you keep kissing Daddy like this, you're going to see Daddy's penis squirt," he moaned and watched Tasha smile at him. "Daddy, what will it squirt out?" "It will squirt 'baby juice' all over your pretty face and if you are 'really' Daddy's girlfriend, you will drink it for me." Max paused to kiss Tasha and he smiled at her. "Now, Daddy wants you to suck him and pretend it's one of those big, fat pickles you love to suck on," he winked at Tasha and she just smiled at him. She smiled again and licked the tip again. "Silly Daddy, I'm your girlfriend and I'll do 'anything', you want me to." Tasha moaned and leaned down to Daddy's cock, sucking him hard and with need. "Mmmm Daddy, is the 'baby juice' good to drink?" she teased and stroked him faster. "Huh Daddy, is it good?" she moaned, leaning over him, letting a big drop of saliva drip on him and Tasha stroked faster. "Oh yes, your Mommy loved to drink Daddy's juice!" "Oh Daddy, I'm tingling all over and I'm burning up!" Tasha moaned as she watched the pleasure on his face as she sucked him and had a feeling that he was very close to cumming for her. He didn't hear what she said and Max was in heaven. A young, beautiful lady was sucking him off and she was his sexy daughter. "I'll fix it for you baby, just keep kissing Daddy's penis for now," he moaned looking at her face and Max loved the beautiful smile around his cock-shaft. She let him 'pop' from her mouth and licked her lips. "Ok Daddy...I'll do anything you tell me and I 'mean' anything, Daddy," she moaned on his cock, licking up the entire length of his shaft and Tasha stopped to tease the tiny slit again. He lifted and shoved more of his hard cock into her willing mouth, but Tasha lifted too and she pretended to gag. "Aaarrrgggg! Daddy, do you want me to kiss and suck 'more' of him for you?" she asked with a sweet smile and didn't wait for his answer. Tasha took a deep breath and she sucked more than half of his cock into her mouth and partly down her silky throat. He felt Tasha suck hard and before Max could think, his cock-head used into her warm throat and he had to stand up. "Oh my holy, mother, oh sweet Jesus! Ahhh, God! Tasha, oh my sweet baby!" he moaned out and it was a loud moan. "My baby, oh Lord!" he moaned again and gently pushed his hips to Tasha, wondering if she has another talent her mother had and his question was quickly answered. "Ahhh, baby, yes, yes!" Max yelled as she sucked more of him and he knew this wasn't going to last very much longer. Tasha just smiled as she pleased Daddy and from his loud moaning, she knew he was enjoying her and her skills. 'Oh Daddy, yes! Fuck me, me Daddy...fuck my mouth!' Tasha thought as he eased forward, pushing more of his glorious manhood into her willing mouth and throat. Max felt his cock jump and Tasha got a sweet surprise. "Oh God, oh God! Oh baby, my baby girl!" he yelled as warm jets of cum shot from the tip of his long cock, into her mouth and down Tasha's throat. His cock jerked, his balls felt as if they were going to explode and his heart pumped fast. "My baby, my baby girl!" Max yelled again as he held Tasha and filled her mouth full of warm seeds. She sucked and held him in her mouth, waiting until he finished and Tasha smiled up to her Daddy. "Daddy, can I do that every day? I loved making my Daddy, so happy," she said and moved up on his lap. He had to smile and hug this beautiful, young woman and he held her tight. "Oh baby, you can do that anytime you like! Daddy loved the way you kissed me." Max smiled and he quickly felt Tasha's need, dripping on him and he stood with her in his arms. "I think it's time that I took a beautiful woman to bed and make love to her. What do you think?" he asked and Tasha slowly nodded her head yes. "Mmmm yeah, I'd like that, Daddy." Tasha purred as she held his neck and he walked towards the bedroom. *. He put Tasha in the middle of his bed and lay next to her. "I think you should take that top off, so I can see and play with...these!" he said as his finger traced over Tasha's excited, right nipple and she had the shirt off in a split second. "Oh how nice!" he moaned, looking at the tiny gold bars through her nipples and Max smiled. He leaned to tease her nipples with his tongue and Tasha went wild under him. His long tongue lashed at Tasha's swollen buds and her back arched high in the air. "Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes! Yes!" she screamed and quickly felt something else. "Daddy, oh Daddy!" Tasha whimpered when she felt his fingers on her wet, aching pussy and she spread her legs for him. "I can't believe how wet you are, but I love it, baby." Max said with a smile, as he nursed Tasha's right nipple and his fingers teased her needy pussy. She lay with her eyes on him and enjoying such a skilled lover, even if, he was her father. "I'm so glad that we're doing this Dad and I never want it to end." Tasha said with love and she was ready for Dad to love her. "Daddy, I'm on fire," she said with need and want. "Well, why don't you climb on and take your ol' Dad for a spin!" She heard Dad and she was ready and on him in a flash. "Oh God, I'm so horny, Dad!" Tasha moaned as she rubbing her dripping pussy on his rock-hard shaft and it was time. Tasha got on her feet, squatting like a catcher in baseball and she reached down to guide Dad in her body. "Oh yes! Oh yes, oh Dad! Ahhh, God!" Tasha screamed when his big, fat cock-head slipped into her tiny pussy-hole, stretching it wider than ever before, but Dad was in her and nothing else mattered now. "Oh fuck! Oh my fuckin' God, Daddy!" she squealed as his cock-head spread her wide and it hurt, but she was not going to stop for anything. He held Tasha's butt as she slowly lowered herself on his cock and as it entered her body, her tight muscles grabbed him and it was as if he was being sucked by her mouth again. "Oh Lord, God!" he moaned as Tasha lowered and she took him deep into her pussy, while her tight pussy sucked him in and her pussy sucked hard. "Daddy, I love you!" she moaned as his cock slipped deeper and it felt so wonderful in her pussy, filling it full of cock, but this cock, was Daddy's and it was the best. "Oh fuck...Daddy, I love you so much!" Tasha grunted as she lowered, easing more of Daddy inside her tiny hole. He smiled and lightly kissed her lips, enjoying her young, fertile sex. "I love you too," he whispered as Tasha started rocking her hips back and forth, side to side and any other way she could move. "Oh yeah, that feels good!" he moaned and held her hips, savoring her wet pussy and Tasha's tightness around his cock. "Oh Daddy, I love you inside me!" Tasha cried out as her pussy burned and juices were pouring from her, covering Dad and it made a wonderful sound. "You're so...fuckin' big and long!" she moaned as he slid deeper, continuing to stretch her. The wet, slurp sounds filled her ears and Tasha loved hearing it. "Mmmm, I'm so wet for you and your cock is like...heaven," she smiled and her hips started bouncing up and down, moving faster and with more need than ever. He held Tasha and Max could sense her need. "Is my girl horny? Does my sweet baby need to cum on her Daddy?" he whispered to her and Tasha moaned, moving faster and driving him deeper into her young pussy. She heard him and liked hearing Dad taking dirty to her. "Oh Daddy...talk dirty to me! I...love...it...Daddy!" Tasha whimpered as she continued to bounce up and down on Daddy's long, thick cock. "How dirty do you want it?" he asked as he squeezed Tasha's ass, grinding her against him and Max could feel her pussy starting squeeze him. She loved his big, powerful hands squeezing her ass and when he pulled her down, Daddy shoved himself to the back of her pussy. "I like it...dirty as fuck! Oh Daddy, I'm wanta be your whore!" she yelled as she rocked side to side and quickly lifted up, but Tasha lowered back down and she took him all. He slapped her ass and shoved her down on his cock. "You are too young to be a whore, but I can train you, bitch!" Max said with a 'fake' mean voice and he slapped her ass. She slammed down and he drove to her core. "I wanta be your...whore, Daddy! Please train me, please!" Tasha screamed as the sting from her ass, quickly rushed over her entire body. She went up and down the entire length of his cock, Tasha's head was spinning and her heart was racing. "Go faster, whore! Fuck your Dad, slut! Fuck your Dad, whore!" Max growled as he continued to slap each of Tasha's ass-cheeks and he started to lift his hips up, shoving his cock to Tasha's core. "Oh yes, I'm nothing but a whore...your whore...Daddy!" Tasha yelled out as he slapped her ass, rammed his cock in her so hard and Daddy called her such wonderful names. "I'm Daddy's nasty, little...whore!" she yelled louder as Daddy lifted up, thrusting his long cock deep into her pussy, touching places that Tasha never knew were there, until Daddy found them for her. "Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me, harder!" Tasha screamed and she came again. Max felt her pussy clamp around his cock and he held Tasha as tightly as he could. Her pussy grabbed him and it started pulling on him, hoping it could make him cum, but Max needed a little more time in his daughter's pussy, to cum now. "Ahhh, that's my whore," he whispered when she fell on him. "Yeah, that's my good, little whore," he whispered again as her pussy grabbed him again and it pulled harder, but this time, it won and it got Daddy's cum. "Oh fuck, you bitch! You fucking made me...cum!" Max laughed as cum shot from the tip of his cock and it sprayed deep into the back of Tasha's warm pussy. "Ahhh, my God, Tasha! Oh baby, oh yes!" Max grunted as he lifted his hips, making sure that every, single seed was deep in her belly. Tasha lifted her head and smiled at to him. "Holy God, I do hope it's that good every time!" she smiled and knew that Daddy would be the last man that would ever enjoy her. He smiled and his hands caressed over her long and very smooth back, when a strange thought, filled his mind. "Hey, I know that it's a little late to ask this, but are you on the pill?" Max asked and he could feel her giggling. "Yeah, it is, Daddy, but didn't you have a splendid time fucking me, your daughter. Huh Daddy?" Tasha replied and watched a terrified look cover his face. "Huh, Daddy? Did you enjoy fucking your daughter and cumming up her pussy? Mmmm, I bet you loved it, until you remembered about the pills!" she laughed more and Tasha just smiled at him. "Please do not fuck around, are you taking them or not?" Max asked again and he was getting upset with her. "Well, I guess you'll have to wait and find out, won't you?" she laughed and eased him from her used and very sore pussy. "But, what would you say if I told you that I...wasn't. What would you do?" she asked him and snuggled against his side. He just held her and thought for a second. "I guess we would have a baby, wouldn't we." Max smiled and it would be fun having a baby with Tasha, but she was his daughter and that would not go well. "I think it would be so fun, Daddy. I could give you 'our' baby." She giggled again, stretched up to kiss him and figured that she should stop teasing him. "Don't worry yourself, Daddy. I'm on them and I have been for the last three years." "You had we worried for a second, but what you said, was kind of nice." "Oh Daddy, do you want to 'knock' me up, but Daddy...I'm your daughter. You can't do that to me or...I'll tell on you," she moaned, turned on her back and Tasha spread her legs wide. He quickly moved on her and his cock was a full hardness in a split second. "Oh yeah," he moaned and Max gently eased his hard cock back into her warm pussy. "Let's try it, Daddy, please! I would love to have your baby inside me!" she yelled when his cock hit the back of her pussy. "No, we can't," he moaned and moved his powerful hips back and forth, thrusting his cock to the back of Tasha's pussy and he'd ease back out. "Daddy, you could suck my warm milk, while you fucked me. Wouldn't that be sooo fuckin' hot, Daddy?" she moaned as her arms held his neck, enjoying his thrusting cock and her slender hips moved in perfect time with his. "Huh, Daddy? Would you like fuckin' your daughter, while you sucked the milk from her tits?" Tasha cried out as pussy squeezed him and her brain was spinning "And, you would know that it's 'your' baby is growing in me...oh Daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed and kicked her heels into his ass, forcing him to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. "Oh God, you're going to end up killing me!" he growled and Max fucked his daughter hard as he could. "You're so good baby!" he moaned and wrapped his arms under her legs, pulled them up to her chest and he held her down. "I'm going to cum again and I can't believe you're doing this to me," he grunted and cum shot from his cock, but it was nothing like the first two times and he fell on her. She held him and just smiled. "You're a wonderful Daddy." Tasha purred as she held Daddy to her left breast and enjoyed him gently nursing it, wishing that she hadn't lied to him, but Dad said he liked the idea of having a baby with her. "Thank you, baby and you're a wonderful daughter." Max smiled, yawned and closed his eyes. She continued caressing his face and Tasha held him, hoping that she had a new life growing in her belly. *. The playing went on for three weeks and suddenly, Tasha completely cut him off for two weeks. Max hadn't laid a finger or anything on her and he was getting very horny. "Baby are you ok? We haven't had sex or played in two freaking weeks and I could use a long and very deep, blow-job!" he laughed tried hugging Tasha, but she pushed him away. "Oh yuck, Daddy, I can't do that anymore, it makes me sick and if you try to make me." Tasha said as she crossed her arms under her breasts, blew out a sigh and figured that Daddy was full of cum by now. "I won't play with it anymore!" she said with a pouty voice and acted as if she was mad at him, but then, Tasha winked at him and thought of all the seeds that were in him. He sat up and wasn't sure where to go with this, but he saw her wink. "You 'will' and you'll do it, whenever I tell you to!" Max said with a deep voice. Knowing Daddy "And, what if I won't do it?" she said with a snotty voice and made a face at him. He stood up and moved in front of Tasha, watching her smiling and she looked so innocent. "If you don't kiss Daddy's penis, Tasha...I will spank you and I mean it!" he said as he pointed to her face and she stuck her tongue out at him. He grabbed her by her hair, pulled Tasha up and Max slapped her left ass-cheek. "You're going to your room and I'm teaching you how to be a good girl!" he growled, took her arm and drug Tasha to her room. "You cannot treat your Dad like this!" "No Daddy, no!" she screamed and acted as if she was pulling from him, but Tasha wanted him very close, inside her close and filling her with hope. "No Daddy, stop!" Tasha yelled as she pulled and acted liked like she didn't want this, but she did and she wanted it real bad. "I'll tell, Daddy! I'll tell on you!" Tasha screamed and Dad grabbed her by the throat. He grabbed Tasha's throat and the poor thing looked like she was scared to death, but she smiled at him. "If you tell anyone about this," he said as they were nose to nose, his hand lightly choking her and they were inhaling each other's warm breath. "I will kill your favorite teddy bear and..." he growled again and squeezed Tasha's throat tighter, but not enough to hurt her in any way. "And I won't buy you anymore ice cream, ever!" he said and continued to her room. Dad pushed Tasha in her room and she loved this game. "I'm gunna tell on you, Daddy! This is bad, cuz I'm not supposed to see, touch or suck your penis and now, I'm telling on you!" she yelled and flopped face down on her bed, but before she could think, Dad was on her and holding her down hard. "You go right ahead and I hope you like the prison they put you in. Oh yes, they have prisons for 'bad' girl's like you and I will lie, tell them that you wanted to play with me and that you liked it." Max stopped and he jerked her face to his. "Tasha, you can't promise Daddy something like that and then, just back out. I'm going to make you play with me now and it's not going to be nice." Max growled as he kissed her ear, lifted his left hand high in the air and it swung down to Tasha's left ass-cheek. "Ouch, Daddy... no more please!" Tasha screamed out, but she wanted more, lots more and she needed his warm cum in her pussy. Tasha loved her ass slapped and to get roughed up a little, but she couldn't trust just any man to do such things with, until now. "No Daddy! No Daddy, stop it!" she yelled as his weight and strong body kept her penned to her bed. "I'm sorry, but you have to learn not to tell your Daddy no and that I'm the boss." Max growled in her ear and he slapped her thigh. "Ouch, please Daddy, no!" Tasha yelled as his hand hit her thigh, but then, Dad caressed her ass, deep into her crack, until he found the back of Tasha's excited pussy. "Ahhh, fuck!" she whimpered as he gently fingered her and a hot rush of blood tore through her body and Tasha was helpless. "Oh Daddy, I'm sorry! Please, I want to be your girlfriend again and I'll suck on your penis, ok." Tasha said with her most innocent voice ever, hoping he would hurry and take her. She loved this game and from the way Dad was acting, he most definitely loved it and he was sure to give her lots and lots, of cum. He eased off Tasha and pulled her against his side. "Now I want you to lie between my legs and I want your face...right here!" Max said with a firm, as he pointed to his cock and he grabbed a big, handful of Tasha's and Max pulled her down to it. "You're to suck me very hard and," he said, lifting his hips, shoving his hard cock to the back of her mouth and she gagged. Max laughed, pulled her hair harder and he shoved Tasha lover, pushing his cock deep into her mouth. "I want you to take it 'all' tonight. Your mother could and I'm betting that you can too!" he laughed again, as Tasha gagged and Max could feel her starting to swallow him. Tasha fought the urge to throw up and keep sucking Daddy as hard as she could, hoping she could suck him like Mom did, so long ago. He pushed harder, she gagged more, but Tasha kept relaxing her throat and gently swallowed more of Daddy's cock. Her throat was being stretched just like her pussy had been and Tasha was ready to cum again. He lifted more, Tasha tilted her neck and it happened. "Ahhh, my God!" Max yelled loud. His entire cock was in his daughter's mouth and down her throat. "Ohhh, baby! Ohhh, God!" Max yelled again and Tasha was a dream. He lived to have his cock down his late wife's throat, but until now, no other woman could come close to this. Tasha had it all and she was keeping it in for a long, long time. Tasha loved hearing her Daddy moaning and yelling with pleasure, it meant that she was pleasing him. 'Yeah Daddy, stuff it all in me! I'm your whore, remember, but no cumming in my mouth! I need it up my pussy, Daddy, so I can give you a baby!' she thought as he pushed his cock into her throat. "Ahhh God, you are going to kill me!" Max laughed as he slowly eased from her mouth and pulled her up beside him. "That's great, but I need my baby's pussy and I'm going to fill you so full!" he smiled and rolled on top of Tasha. She felt like a rag doll, but it was wonderful having Daddy being so forceful with her and Tasha knew that they would do this again, soon. "Oh my, is my Daddy horny for...his daughter's pussy?" she asked with a low, sexy voice as he reached down and guided himself into her wet need. "Ohhh, Daddy! Yes, oh my God, yes!" Tasha cried out as Dad pushed in her with one, powerful thrust and he was to her core. "I'm going to be lucky if I last two...minutes!" he moaned as Tasha's muscles grabbed and they started pulling on him. "I've never had anyone...like...you!" Max grunted and his swollen cock started filling Tasha with two weeks of thick, gooey cum and Max hoped that he could make her dream come true. She lifted her hips and Tasha knew this would be the time, the time that Daddy gave Tasha their baby and she was right. Nine months later, Tasha gave her Daddy a healthy, baby boy and they moved to an undisclosed city, somewhere in the south and have not been heard from since. * Hope you liked it and please remember to vote! Knowing Dana Author's Note: Yes, this is a "loving wife" story, the kind that makes one wonder... what do you mean loving, she cheated on him. So if you don't like those kinds of stories don't read this one. If you are curious as to what would make a wife cheat then read on. ~ Thanks, Red Dana glanced nervously at the map that lay open on the passenger side of her mini-van. She saw the bright yellow sticker she'd used to mark her destination, a nice simple hotel in one of the Windy City's suburbs. Her gaze shifted back to the road ahead of her, full of cars veering in and out of various lanes and her fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly. She licked her lips, and replayed the fantasies in her head. Would they stare at each other and immediately know it was going to happen? Or would they look at each other and realize that their online and phone relationship was just that, nothing more, nothing less, just two folks clicking and pushing the right buttons to bring them to orgasm? For Dana though the thoughts turned to another more pressing dilemma, one she knew she wouldn't really answer until the moment she met her secret online lover... would she or wouldn't she have an affair. The young thirty year old had been married for twelve years. The last six had been spent almost sex free. In the beginning Dana and her husband lacked for nothing. Their sex drive took them to cloud nine and back again, but after Dana gave birth to her second child she lost the urge. She didn't want held, touched, caressed, or even kissed. She turned away and over time she knew it was taking a toll on her marriage. So she went to her husband and told him she wanted counseling. He rolled his eyes and told her they didn't need it. Nothing was wrong with them. Dana knew though, she knew things had to change or her marriage would be over. Over time she forced herself to have sex again. She began to fantasize about different places she and her husband would fuck, or make love. Sometimes she'd even fake an orgasm and then because her spouse thought she was enjoying herself, he'd be a bit rougher and then she'd come. Things settled back to normal and the next two years were relatively easy for Dana. By the tenth year though her husband got a new job, one that had him on a swing schedule and twelve hour shifts. Dana was left alone with her kids a lot. Her husband, on his days off would go fishing, hunting or hang out with his friends from work, leaving Dana to man the house and do the parent/kid thing. She loved her kids, but now after not having any life outside of motherhood and wifedom Dana found herself very lonely. What did she do? She turned to the internet, like many women do these days. Dana wasn't familiar with chat rooms, but she knew they existed. For the first time she sat at her desk and instead of researching something or playing an online game she clicked on the chat room icon for MSN. Over the next few weeks Dana made friends online. Men and women. She'd talk to them about everything, just like she would have had she'd met them for coffee at the local Starbucks. One time she mentioned her sex life, or lack of it. This conversation was observed by many in the chat room and in time someone, a man Dana had never spoken to sent her a "whisper". She'd answered it and blushed as the man told her he thought she was beautiful and sexy, and that her husband was an ass for ignoring her. She spent the rest of the day talking to the stranger and when she logged out that night, she'd downloaded the latest instant messenger service. Days went by where Dana would tend her family, kiss her husband and watch him leave then scurry to her computer where she'd log on and chat with her new found friend. He was sweet, kind, found her to be interesting, funny, and amazing. All these things Dana absorbed and when the talks turned to flirty exchanges, she flirted back. Hours were spent in front of the screen and Dana grew enamored with the man. Soon she was exploring her body, something she'd not done since she was a child, because it was wrong and dirty. She found herself sharing the caresses with her online friend who was now her online lover. They sent each other heated messages, dirty words filled the screen while the scent of Dana's arousal, another thing she'd never really noticed, began to become a constant fragrance when she "spoke" to her friend. One day things changed and Dana heard her screen partner's voice. That was it for her. The message system was barely used unless it was to view her online lover jerking off and coming for her. Now they spoke, for hours while her spouse worked and her kids were in school. Dana's body was played by her fingers but the notes that carried over her came from a man she'd not yet met in person. Months past, Dana felt a little guilty, but she hid the phone calls by always getting the mail and paying the bills. In time though Dana's newfound lust for sex made her take another online lover and then another. Soon she was cybering with different men and phoning some she'd only talk to long enough to come before hanging up and wanting another "fix". During this first year of her online escapades Dana's family noticed the change. That year there was no summer vacation; there were no trips to the community city for the kids. Dana didn't want to leave the computer. The children suffered. Her spouse suffered. Even Dana suffered. By the time school rolled around Dana had come to realize she had a problem. She left her friends in the chat room, changed her call name and only kept one companion, the first man she'd developed a cyber relationship with. He introduced her to a site, a site that Dana had never thought of viewing before. It was a porn site, where she could look at photos and read stories. Dana went eagerly, but this time told herself she would behave. She'd control herself; she'd put her family first. She did too, for a long time. The friendship with the man ended and soon Dana was trying her hand at writing, then later she ventured forth into the forums where she could chat with other writers. Once there she again was drawn into the making of friends, the private messages and the camaraderie of having something in common with another individual. But this time it was different. She refused to fall into the sex that was offered up to her almost daily. Dana read stories, wrote stories and conversed with people who were far more experienced in sex than she ever was. It was almost like a veil had been lifted and Dana was seeing the world for the very first time. She found herself curious about the taste of a woman and in time she cleansed her own fingers after she'd come. She found herself aroused by reading gay male stories and group sex stories and even lesbian stories. Dana wanted to try different things. She wanted to use toys. She wanted to try different positions. What Dana didn't want though was to do these things with some cyber friend. She wanted to do them with her husband. So she planned a beautiful night, fixed two steaks, served chilled shrimp, made a succulent desert and packed the kids off to her mother's. The night was set. Dana wore a seductive gown and a smile that she hoped screamed "I want to fuck you." Her husband knew she was up to something. He was pleased too, because for the past few months he'd been doing all the initiating and Dana hadn't really seemed to interested in starting sex. She knew he was looking forward to her seduction. The meal was lovely, little kisses were passed over certain foods, they even fed each other their desserts. When it was time for bed, Dana led him into their bedroom. She moved her fingers over him, kissing him as she peeled off his clothes. He moved to lay on the bed and she began to run her fingers over her body. She touched her nipple through her nightgown and missed his frown. Dana pulled off her lacy gown and crawled over her husband. She kissed his stomach, his chest, his neck. Her fingers toyed with his shaft. Her tongue ran circles with his as they kissed. She straddled him, wanting to feel his thickness buried inside her. Her bright eyes full of happiness, because she'd taken the brass ring so to speak and seduced her mate, stared into his. He moved his lips and she heard his voice, "Is that all?" Dana froze. Her face paled and her lips trembled. Her husband said nothing else as she sat there on his cock, the head pressing against her lips and stared back at him. It took her a moment to realize what he'd said and why he'd said it. She swallowed the lump in her throat and slid off of him. "I didn't want to do that," she whispered and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry," she told him. He muttered something about expecting it. Tears fell from her eyes and she apologized again. He rolled to his side and told her to forget it. Dana couldn't though. She slid under her covers and let the tears fall, but she didn't make a sound. In the morning he didn't talk to her, nor kiss her goodbye, he simply went to work. Dana hurt all day, her children were quiet and she told herself they couldn't see her pain. That evening when her spouse returned home he had flowers. He gave them to her and the card said "I'm sorry." Dana took them and offered him a smile, but it was false. He knew it. She told him he couldn't fix this with flowers. He apologized again. In time Dana pushed the rejection away and resumed her obligations, for that is what she called them now, obligations of a wife and mother. She gave her husband blow jobs whenever he wanted so she wouldn't have to see the disappointment when she refused. She didn't get oral from him, it was something he didn't like. He'd only tasted her once and he made a comment that stung so she never asked for that again. If he wanted to fuck her from behind she'd allow it. If he wanted her on top, she'd be there. He'd come quick and she'd try to remain there long enough to create her own fantasy and bring herself to orgasm, but so many times he would look at her and tell her he couldn't go again. Dana had been excused. It was bound to happen and Dana knew it, otherwise wouldn't she have left the porn site she still wrote and chatted on. Someone made her feel important again. They made her body tingle with their flirtations and innuendoes. Dana still kept her distance, but in time this man broke through her walls and she confessed the state of her marriage. She confessed her desires and fantasies. He asked if she'd told her husband and she admitted she hadn't still fearful of the rejection she'd seen that night so long ago. The man convinced her to talk to him, so she did. Over time Dana approached her spouse with different "for instances" and she discussed different things with him. The conversations ranged from his opinion on masturbation, lesbians, gays, swinging as well as toys. He rejected every thing. His homophobia apparent just by the looks he'd shoot her when she'd bring up a conversation she had with a couple of her friends. Dana longed for her fantasies, but she resigned herself to only living them in her dreams and in her stories. More time passed as time often does and during this time her husband did change. It was small in the beginning. Dana tried a different tactic. She'd start viewing pornography on her laptop while he was sitting beside her. Naked flesh would catch his interest and this would allow her to discuss something about the picture with him. Once she asked him about a toy for them to use. He rejected the idea, so Dana found her own toys in the house, usually a firm vegetable that was later thrown away. She tried empty beer bottles too, but she knew from the way her friends talked a real toy was the way to go. Off and on Dana would bring the subject up and for the longest time he continued to tell her no. Eventually with patience Dana was told she could spend some money on a toy. She was thrilled. She knew exactly what she wanted and she quickly ordered it. The toy arrived two weeks later and much to Dana's surprise her husband said he'd use it on her. Dana was giddy. The following hours of pleasure were the best she'd had in the past six years. She'd come hard, harder than she'd ever come before. Her spouse loved it too. She knew because he used that toy on her almost every night for a month. Dana decided it was time to talk about other things. She eased into the idea of bondage. She liked the thought of being tied down and blindfolded. Her husband said no to both. Dana thought about other things. Sex in different positions. . .she was curious about anal. Again he said no. Watching each other masturbate. A resounding no. Once more Dana was lost in dreams that wouldn't come true unless she found a voice on the other end of the phone to help fuel her desire. Dana took one lover at a time this trip around the internet. She didn't want to be a cyber-slut, a term she knew she had once been. Instead she made friends with her lover long before asking or hinting for more. One man brought out her submissive side and she tried to incorporate it into her real life sex, but she was always met with that little word that had already done so much damage. Hours were spent on the phone with her "Sir" and Dana found herself growing angry with her husband because he still wouldn't explore with her. Eventually though that phone relationship ended and Dana was alone. She focused her energies on trying again to repair her marriage. She once again spoke of toys, weekend getaways, different positions. No. No. No. In time Dana gave up. More time went by, Dana going through the motions. Her husband coming. Her not. He must have noticed something was different with her because suddenly he was doing things different. He came to her one night after she'd showered and he went down on her. Dana was stunned. She enjoyed it and wanted to kiss him afterwards, but he refused to let her. There was no kissing after oral. She decided she could live with that. The oral treatment didn't happen often so when it did Dana was more than eager to give her spouse a blow job too. Dana thought surely things are looking up. She hinted at the things she'd hinted at before but the nos still fell easily from his lips. Dana still kept chatting with folks, making friends, writing stories, but she stayed away from cybering. She wasn't interested anymore in sex. It had become a chore again because it was always his way. Now when he surprised her she went along with it, but it was too little too late for her. Dana had closed off her heart because the rejection of her wants and desires had gone on for too long. After a while Dana became intrigued with a fellow writer. Almost immediately they clicked. The flirting quickly turned more provocative and Dana made the first move, offering to have phone sex with the man. They did and continued to for several weeks eventually deciding to meet in person. Both made promises that even if nothing happened they'd still be friends. The sound of a blaring horn caught Dana's attention. Her gaze focused and she slid her car into the lane she needed to make her exit. Dana's heart beat rapidly in her chest as she drove through traffic and eventually pulled into the parking lot of the agreed upon hotel. She parked her van, took a deep breath, smoothed down her skirt and grabbed her purse. She stepped out, picturing Gabe in the lobby waiting for her, though she knew that wasn't going to happen. His plane wasn't due to arrive yet. He was flying in from down south and then taking a cab to the hotel where they would share a weekend either as lovers or as friends. Dana checked into her room and emptied her suitcase. Her cell phone rang and she picked it up, flicked it on and heard the sound of the man she was about to meet on the other end. "My flight got in early," he said. Dana smiled. Her stomach did flips and flops as she sat down on the bed and chatted with Gabe. "I'm only ten minutes away, the driver says, but we're stuck at the tracks. So it may be a little longer." "I'll be here," Dana told him. She could almost see his smile through the phone as they hung up. She thought of what she told him she'd be wearing when they met, or not be wearing. Dana stood up. If she removed her panties she knew she was going through with her weekend. If she left them on then she would be the faithful wife. Dana's hands moved to her brown silk and she peeled the moist cloth off. With trembling hands she folded the material and stuffed it in the top drawer where her clothes rested. Dana spent the next twenty minutes moving about the room. She'd sit on the bed, check her appearance in the mirror, use a towel to wipe some of the moisture from between her legs. Her pulse was fast and her palms sweaty. When the knock on her hotel room door echoed through the room Dana was ready to greet her lover. The door opened and there stood Gabe. He was dressed in black jeans and a black shirt. His dark hair was combed back and his eyes were the same eyes she'd seen smiling back at her through pictures and cam time. "Hi," he said and Dana answered back with the same greeting. She stepped in and he followed. He put his bag on the bed and leaned against the dresser. Dana smiled softly and walked toward him. She knew he wouldn't push and something told her he wouldn't make the first move either. She could have been wrong, but it didn't matter. "I put my clothes in here," she whispered as she stood in front of him. Her breasts were barely grazing his chest as she leaned in and opened the top drawer. Her eyes shifted from the dresser to him. He glanced down at the contents then back at her. "Come here," he whispered, or at least Dana thought he did. She wasn't sure if he spoke or if she made up the invitation. Either way though she was there, leaning in more and pressing her lips gently along his. Their tongues touched ever so lightly and then she pulled away. "You've got me hard," he told her and she felt herself grin and blush. They left the hotel then, intent on eating lunch and spending time together. At the restaurant they chatted about various things, again covering topics that ranged from politics to writing. Writing... a topic that was probably the biggest thing they had in common. She told Gabe that her husband didn't read her writing. It wasn't his thing. He wanted her to write something besides porn. Gabe had read some of her work and she his. After lunch they returned to the hotel and made their way up to their room. Gabe however had different plans and stopped Dana while they were still in the stairwell. "Turn around," he told her. She did. Dana had one leg higher than the other, ready to take the next step when Gabe had told her to turn. She looked down at him and felt his hand snake up her dress. He chuckled. "Damn baby, you're wet." Dana apologized and Gabe told her not to. He pushed his fingers into her and tickled her sex. Dana moaned and bit her lower lip as she bumped against his questing digits. The sound of the stairwell door opening brought a "Ohh I'm sorry," from a stranger's lips and Dana spun around, while Gabe pulled his fingers free. Dana blushed red, lowered her head to her chest and hurried up the rest of the steps. "No worries," she said as she darted past the gentleman, with Gabe smiling behind her. They made it to the room, chuckling with pent up laughter. Inside though, Dana darted to the bathroom, wanting to wipe away some of the sticky moisture and sweat from the day that had collected against her thighs. Gabe followed her and turned her around to face him. Her ass leaned against the bathroom counter and her gaze held with his. They kissed again, quick and fast before Gabe dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt. Dana hissed as his tongue swept around her. She felt her body hum with pleasure, but she also knew the scent wafting up to her was not one she would have found pleasant. Gabe however must have for he lapped at her sex until she told him to wait. He came up grinning and then kissed her. Knowing Ginny I was walking through town, minding my own business. OK, let's be honest, I was, as usual, assessing talent. Well, thirty-odd years old, fairly 'normal' – whatever that means, what do you expect? It wasn't the hottest of days, so the local crumpet wasn't wearing the most daring of gear, but there was enough lunchtime totty about to keep the blood coursing through the veins, and I'd detected a few nice bra-less sights by the time I saw her. She was forty if she was a day, a year or two my senior, there could be little doubt of that, and she was no super-model, although she was slim and elegant. A touch short to be a fashion model, however, she more than made up for it in other ways. The most noticeable was her hair. That hair! It was long and thick and straight, cascading right down to her waist, natural brown, with strands of grey growing through, which she had made no attempt to disguise, and which just added to the beauty of that gorgeous mane. Her face was, as far as I could tell, at the brief glance I had, thin and aquiline, with a faintly aristocratic air. If I had dressed her myself, I should have chosen for her what she had on. She wore a cream silk blouse, with a little blue waistcoat open over it, and the waistcoat was matched by a pleated miniskirt, which came down to well above mid-thigh. Her long slim legs were bare, and she walked in sandals with prodigiously high metal needle heels. A heavy gold anklet encircled one shapely ankle, and a similar adornment clinked on her wrist as she passed by me. That I took all this in at a glance will tell you that I was instantly fascinated by this girl (woman, I should say) I don't think of myself as a voyeur. OK, I was once guilty of watching the girl across the street, who didn't draw her curtains, get ready for bed, and jacked off on the strength of it – but show me a sixteen-year-old who wouldn't. And I like the odd bit of porn now and again. Red-blooded men who say they don't are:- a) Liars b) Possessed of a different configuration of chromosomes or, c) Beyond my comprehension. I digress. I felt a sudden compulsion, something quite alien to me, red-blooded as I claim to be, to turn about, and see where this creature was going. I wasn't in a particular hurry, anyway, and I don't know about you, but, although I don't believe in love at first sight, well, lust at first sight – now there's a thing! Casually, I sauntered along behind her, slowly, because there was no way she could go fast on those heels. She turned into a Commercial Centre, and wandered hesitantly into a big superstore. I followed. She wasn't doing family shopping, as she didn't take a trolley, but picked up a red plastic basket. I did likewise, and followed at what I hope was a discreet distance. She stopped at some books, and idly picked up a paperback. I stopped and did similarly, but, over the top of it, I was sure she had clocked me, and glanced twice in my direction before returning the book to its place. Feeling a bit guilty now, I trailed her to the electrical department, where she browsed the radios and accessories, and I admired the smooth line of her thigh as she reached something off the shelf, and found myself dwelling on those amazing shoes. I also noticed for the first time that she had lovely thin delicate fingers, with long, manicured, red-painted nails, and several rings, including, unusually several on the second joints of her fingers. I had to stop myself from staring. By now, she had certainly noticed, and she set off again, looking over her shoulder, shaking her long, lovely mane of hair out of her eyes, almost as if to make sure I was following. I was. She stopped in a quiet row of household goods. I stood at the far end from her, making an unconvincing show of studying a bottle of bleach, and she quite deliberately put her still-empty basket on the floor, then bent over from the waist to pick up something – probably an aerosol, though I'll never know, or care – from the bottom shelf. As she did so, her legs were very slightly parted, and her tiny full skirt rose up, so that I had a perfect view of her completely naked, shaven pussy! As she picked up whatever it was from the shelf, she looked back at me with a half-smile on her lips, and then straightened up, and the moment was gone. I was breathing as if I had just run a marathon, and couldn't think straight. What the fuck do you do now, Keith? You just can't let that go, can you? Or was it just a 'ship that passed in the night?' If so, some fucking ship! Fate took a hand, as she often does. I was frantic. When I got to the check-out – no sign! She had taken flight. Oh shit! Only a week later, I agreed, against my better judgement, to help my pal Harry with his electioneering. He was standing as a Labour councillor for the first time, and wanted somebody to dish out leaflets. Silly me said yes, and found myself in a big school hall waiting to be assigned to a partner with a bunch of leaflets. Harry, wearing a big stupid rosette, and an even sillier smile, tapped me on the shoulder, 'Meet Virginia,' he said, 'she's your mate for tonight.' You could have knocked me over with a feather. Virginia was none other than my dream-woman, the miniskirted, shaven-pussied object of my fantasies ever since that day in the superstore. But now she was dressed in jeans, a tee-shirt and leather jacket, wore sneakers, and had that marvellous hair tied back in a pony-tail. She greeted me coolly, 'Ginny,' she said, 'only my parents and my ex call me Virginia – that's why he's my ex.' 'That the only reason?' I asked. 'No,' she said, 'but it's all you're going to hear – for now.' I liked the 'for now,' and I liked the same sort of half-smile she had directed at me in the superstore. Did she know I was the guy who had seen her pussy? 'Come on,' she was saying, and I realised she had an accent – what was it; educated Geordie? – 'let's go and help Harry!' She held out a hand, which I took readily, finding her grasp cool, and getting a whiff, for the first time, of her fragrance – probably her shampoo, I thought – but even caught up as it was, her hair was magnificent, framing her strong features in a natural way. She caught me looking at her, and smiled that half-smile again, 'I don't know your name,' she said. 'Keith,' I said, 'pleased to meet you, Ginny!' And I was. We picked up two bags of leaflets and set off for our allotted quota of streets. Once there, we received a good deal of abuse, good-natured and otherwise, from local people, and even some encouragement from Harry's supporters, but, by about nine o'clock, we had exhausted our supply of leaflets. It was the moment I had been waiting for. 'How about joining me for dinner?' I asked, and I must have sounded nervous, as I realised I was terrified she would reject me. 'OK,' she agreed, 'but nothing fancy, eh?' 'Do you like Indian?' I asked. 'Love it,' she said, 'look, I live just around the corner. Let me show you where, and you can call for me in an hour, say. That alright?' We walked down the street in the twilight, and she pointed out a neat little terraced house. I took my leave of her, and trotted off to collect my car from outside the hall and go home to spruce myself up. When I got back to collect her, I couldn't get out of the car, as there were double yellow lines outside her house, and a police car lurking across the street, so I drew up and tooted. She had been stood at the door, and dashed out, slamming the door shut behind her, clicking down the path on her heels. She wore a long brown woollen cloak, the same shade as her hair, to keep out the cool night air, and sunk gratefully into my passenger seat as I pulled out into the evening traffic. We chatted for the first time, and I found that she was a writer - though she was not forthcoming as to what she wrote - and that she lived alone, with a large, hungry cat for company. When we arrived at my favourite restaurant, I was lucky enough to find a parking spot right outside, and the usual smiling waiter was on hand to take Ginny's cloak from her. I had to hold back a gasp when I saw what she was wearing. Her white silk dress had a halter-neck, so that two strips of thin material covered her breasts, but allowed a view of more than could simply be described as 'cleavage', the swell of her breasts clearly visible in the generous opening which plunged to her navel. The skirt was so tight, the material so thin, that she could not have worn anything under it. It was just above knee-length. A gold chain hung loosely about her waist, but otherwise she wore no jewellery. Her shoes were staggeringly high stilettos. She smelt of jasmine or something similar, and I was completely captivated. When we sat down, it was all I could do to take my yes off her for long enough to order the meal, and she smiled when she saw me looking at her tits. 'Do you like the way I dress, Keith?' she asked. 'Oh yes,' I replied. 'Good, because it made my ex very jealous. He used to make me cover myself up, and put a jumper on if I was dressed like this, for example.' 'I love the way you dress, Ginny,' I confirmed, and wondered if I should mention the episode in the superstore, but she beat me to it. Looking at me slightly slyly, from under hooded eyelids, she said, 'You followed me in the supermarket, didn't you?' She saw my hesitance, and went on, 'Go on, you can admit it, I don't mind. I like to be looked at.' I didn't know what to say, but her hand was on my thigh under the table, creeping up towards what was growing rapidly into an uncomfortable erection. I let her find her way there, and her eyes widened. 'My,' she said, 'I hope service isn't too slow here.' How I got through the meal I don't know, but I was aching with need for Ginny by the time we had decided to do without coffee and I had paid the bill. 'Come on,' she said, 'I'll make you coffee. You can park around the back.' I did as she said, and she had no sooner let us into the back door than she was in my arms, my lips hungrily clamped down on hers as she thrust her tongue eagerly into my mouth. The narrow strips of material that comprised the top of her dress were no resistance, and her long nipples were rock-hard with desire as I caressed them, her smallish breasts still firm and pointed under my hands. She struggled to unfasten my belt, but then thought better of it and used the loose end to pull me, laughing, through the little kitchen and into the lounge, where a large, L-shaped sofa was a feature. I snapped on the standard lamp beside it, and she made no protest, but pushed me down on to the sofa. I undid my belt and pulled off my trousers and boxers, watching her as she slowly, teasingly, unclasped the fastening at the back of her neck, letting the top of her dress fall, revealing her naked breasts to me. Still teasing, she cupped them, and teased her own nipples, then switched her attention to the zipper which encased her in the restraint of her skirt. She slowly eased it down, and wriggled out of its tightness, pushing the soft white silk down over her hips, and long smooth, slender legs. She stood over me, naked, and very deliberately, using two fingers of one hand, separated the lips of her pussy, so that I could see within, to the glistening pink depths of her cunt. Then she, equally slowly, took the other hand, and inserted two fingers, deep into her cunt, at the same time, making that unmistakeable gesture of pushing her tongue out slightly between her teeth. My cock and balls were on fire, and I felt that if I didn't fuck her soon, I should come, there and then, just looking at her. She took pity on me, and lowered herself onto me, her cunt swallowing my rod to the hilt, as she moaned a soft, 'Oooh!' I knew I should spurt in no time, but she controlled me – controlled me as no woman ever had, by dint of grasping the root of my cock, hard, just when I thought I was about to cum, and making me wait – I had never believed it possible. She rode me, cupping her breasts all the time, and I sought her clitoris with my fingers to heighten her pleasure. Her moans turned to sharp cries, then she screamed as all her passion was released and I thrust my throbbing length deep within her pumping my load of hot spunk into her utmost depths. She raked my back with her long nails, then promptly collapsed across me. We were both sweating and utterly exhausted. We curled up together, she naked but for her shoes, me half-dressed, loving the feel of her silken hair across my chest, and her pointed breasts pressing into me. Her cat, curious at the additional body in his domain, jumped up on the sofa to investigate, and Ginny pushed him gently away. 'Was that good?' she asked, after a while, poking her tongue into my ear. 'The best ever, for me,' I said, and meant it, 'I was scared I wouldn't see you again after the superstore.' 'Me too,' she confessed, 'I was so terribly excited when you looked at me there, you know.' 'Does it always excite you, whoever looks at you?' I asked. She pushed me away and looked at me sharply. 'Why, you would get jealous, would you, Keith?' 'Oh no,' I said, eager to put her at ease on that one, 'I'm not a jealous person at all. I would love it if someone else admired you – they are bound to, after all.' She continued looking at me, to see if she thought I was telling the truth, then, seeming satisfied, suddenly stood up, announced that she was cold, and in need of a coffee, and went in search of a robe. She came back with two steaming mugs of coffee, and said immediately, 'I want to see you again, if that's what you want, too?' I was thrilled at the prospect, and said as much. We arranged to go to a garden centre, where she wanted to buy some plants, the very next morning, which was a Sunday, then have a pub lunch. The morning dawned warm and sunny, so I dressed accordingly, in cream chinos and a short-sleeved polo. When I drew up outside Ginny's, having given her a quick 'lost' call on my mobile, she was already waiting at the gate, wearing a floral cotton sundress, with a short, flared skirt, and her usual ultra-high needle-heeled sandals, which laced up around her slim ankles. She had caught her long hair up in a pony-tail, and I told her she could have passed for twenty at a distance, drawing a retort I deserved. When we arrived at the garden centre, it was busy – the free modern equivalent of a trip to the zoo – and we sauntered up and down the aisles until Ginny found the plants she was interested in. I have never been much of a gardener, and left her studying the colours of geraniums, whilst I looked at some cacti across the way, but when I glanced back, I saw that she was bending over, reading the labels of the plants at floor-level. Her skirt had ridden up and her naked, shaven pussy was plainly displayed for all to see. Already two teenage lads had done a double-take and stopped in their tracks as if caught by an invisible noose. One of them had the presence of mind to pretend to look at some flowers, the other just gawped. An elderly guy, looking across at her lovely mound as he walked, barged straight into the staring youth, and apologised. I couldn't help chuckling as I went back to Ginny, and bent over next to her. Looking back at the 'audience,' I saw that they had seen me, and probably thought the show was over, as they looked away immediately. Ginny straightened up, having fished out a couple of plants, and I told her that she had just been the centre of attention. Twice more, during the morning, she gave brief 'flashes' of her gorgeous sex – once accidentally, when a sudden breeze caught the light cotton of her skirt and swirled it almost up to her waist, just as we were mounting some metal steps into a greenhouse, followed by a queue of people, then again when she bent over to inspect some trailing fuchsias. When we were in my car, about to leave the centre, she turned to me, and said, 'Can you put up with me, do you think?' 'Oh yes,' I said, never more certain of anything in my life. We found a smart pub on the outskirts of town, and I installed Ginny at a corner table, while I fetched drinks and ordered food. Our corner of the bar was quiet, just a young, attractive couple, eating their meal at a table nearby. He was about thirty, tall and dark, she was a petite blonde, with short hair, blue eyes and a tongue-stud, about which she was self-conscious, as if she had not long had it done, flicking it out all the time. We both watched them for a while as we ate our meal. They kept looking over the short distance at us, too, and the girl smiled at me once or twice. Ginny leaned over and whispered to me, 'Should I get a stud, too?' 'Mmmm, probably,' I said. 'They're nice, aren't they?' she said. I didn't know whether this was a trap, and didn't answer straight away. She leaned over again, persisting. 'Could we do a foursome?' 'Does the Pope say his prayers?' I asked. She took that as an affirmation, and moved around slightly in her chair so that she was in full view of the young couple. They couldn't have failed to notice, but I moved around just a little to make sure they had a view of Ginny. The waitress came and took our plates away, and we ordered coffee. The other couple were already drinking theirs. When our coffees came, the girl asked if we wanted liqueurs, and I ordered cognacs, and, in the intimacy of our quiet corner, thought it reasonable to invite the other couple as well, so ordered two more. The cognacs came, and I could see the eyes of the young guy, firmly fixed on Ginny's long legs, as she allowed her skirt to ride up higher. It didn't have far to go, and she very deliberately opened her legs just the fraction necessary to allow a shady glimpse of the naked lips of her vagina. At the same time, she opened her mouth just a little, and, in the same gesture she had shown me the night before in her lounge, pushed the very tip of her tongue out between her teeth. I now saw that not only was the young guy watching Ginny intently, but his girl-friend too had her gaze locked onto her lewd gestures. I had a throbbing erection by now, the garden centre having provided me with enough excitement for one day – but now this. I looked at the young blonde, taking in peasant blouse, white pleated summer skirt and high-heeled sandals. I decided I was going to have to fuck her – and soon. I had a feeling she was thinking along the same lines. I paid the bill, and the young couple introduced themselves as Tom and Cathy. I invited everybody back to my place, first trying to remember if I had left the place in decent order. 'This will give me some material,' said Ginny, when we got into my car, and I checked my mirror to see that they were following, in Tom's nice new Jaguar. I looked a question at her, and she laughed, 'I didn't tell you what sort of writer I am, did I?' 'No, you didn't.' 'I write erotic novels,' she said, 'I've had two published, and I'm busy with another, as well as a couple of magazine articles.' 'Is that what I am – material?' I asked, a bit put out. 'Of course not, Keith,' she said, stroking my thigh with an electric touch that did nothing to lessen my growing excitement, 'I am enormously attracted to you – I think you sense that – and I think we may have a lot in common. We both seem to be uninhibited, and, well.......let's just see what transpires from here on, shall we?' I saw the sense in that, and nodded emphatically, then impulsively took her hand from my thigh an placed it firmly over my hardening shaft. 'Oh, Keith,' she said, teasingly, 'I think you are getting excited, aren't you? Who is it you want – me or the blonde?' 'Honestly?' I asked, 'Both of you. How's that for transparency?' Knowing Ginny 'You'd make a lousy diplomat,' she said, 'but have we got far to go?' 'Just around the corner.' I parked in my usual space, leaving room for Tom's car beside me, and led the way into my town-house. I invited them all to sit down on my comfortable range of soft leather seating, and put modern jazz on the CD player, then fetched drinks for everyone. Ginny had chosen to sit in an armchair, and Tom was perched on its arm, from where he could read the titles of my CD collection – more to the point, I thought, he was close to Ginny. I slid next to Cathy on the sofa, having put the drinks tray down on the coffee table. 'This is very cosy,' she said, rubbing her leg against mine, so that I felt a distinct tingle run right through to my groin, which gave an instant involuntary twitch. I glanced across at Ginny. In an early trial for my assertion that I had no jealous tendencies, she was stroking Tom's thigh, rapidly diverting his attention from musical matters. As I looked, he turned his head towards her, and she smiled back at him, her eyes hooded in an expression I already knew well. Her hand dwelt near the top of his thigh. I returned my attention to Cathy, who had, I thought, the most exquisite knees I had ever seen. I laid a hand on one, and she squirmed and said 'Mmm,' as if I had done something really erotic. I took my hand away, but she took my wrist and put it back, leaning into me, and whispering, 'My knees are very sensitive, Keith – you don't know how much!' Christ, I thought, if that's what her knees can do – wow! My hand wandered up her smooth thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt, and meeting no resistance. With the other hand I stroked her neck, fiddling with her ear-lobe for a moment, before trailing down to the elasticated neckline off her blouse. Again she made no protest as I gently lifted the material and eased my hand inside. She wore no bra under her blouse, and needed none, as her breasts were almost non-existent, pre-pubescent, mere slight mounds, but with hard knobs for nipples, which seemed to harden still more under my touch, and which caused her to gasp when I tweaked them between my thumb and forefinger. She sought my mouth eagerly now with hers, her lips open and questing, and as soon as they clamped onto mine, her tongue darted into my mouth, the silver stud a new experience as it explored my own tongue and the inside of my mouth. Something about it was erotically-charged, and she had by now found my erection with an anticipatory, grasping hand, impatient to release it from my trousers. I helped her, pulling down my zipper and thrusting my shaft into her waiting hands. She bent down and admired it, then promptly took me deep into her throat in one swift movement, her stud rasping the length of my cock as she did so. It took me a huge effort of control not to cum there and then, but I mastered the urge, closing my eyes and holding on tight. She gave wonderful head, and sucked me to the very edge of ecstasy, but I was determined to fuck her, and pulled out of her mouth just in time. When I ran my hands up her legs, under her skirt, she pulled up her blouse, and pinched her own nipples with long, red-nailed fingers, as I reached her thin silk panties. I hooked my fingers over the waistband and pulled them down, as she lifted her arse clear of the sofa just enough for me to slide them off. When I pushed her skirt up, I saw that she was a natural blonde, her fair bush neatly trimmed to a little triangle, pointing to her neat slit. Uninhibitedly, she threw her legs wide apart, exposing her pink crack to me, as I knelt between her long, slender legs, stroking the insides of her thighs until she could bear it no longer, and said, loudly, 'Oh, fuck me, Keith, fuck me, now, NOW!' But I wanted her to wait, and first stroked the length of her crack, loving its wetness, and finding her erect little button at its end, begging fulfilment. I toyed with it until she moaned hard, then again let my fingers run through her crack, this time down to her arsehole, into which I suddenly plunged my forefinger, right to its very hilt. She groaned with pain and ecstasy, and I knew she had to be fucked then. I knelt up to her and plunged my cock into the very depths of her cunt, in one great, thrusting penetration. I knew she had a raging orgasm at that very moment, and that she would multiply if I could only last for a short while. I plunged in and out , slapping my heavy balls against her arse with each stroke, as she wrapped her legs around my back, trapping me within her and driving me to even greater depths. I couldn't keep this up for long, and yelled, 'I'm coming!' Then I almost blacked out as I shot my load of hot spunk into her innermost soul. We lay together, slowly becoming conscious of the other two, on the nearby armchair. Ginny had contrived to sit Tom in the chair and had straddled him, was still impaled on his rod, her skirt around her waist, her hair coming down virtually to his legs as she moved slowly, again exciting Tom. (and me!) Ginny was not a lady to be satisfied with a single shot. Watching the two of them, Cathy also started to have ideas, and whispered in my ear, 'You know when you put your finger in me? In my other place? It excited me a lot. Can you do it some more?' She put her tongue in my ear, stud and all, to emphasise the point. I turned her over, and pushed her along the sofa, giving her lovely thighs a few preliminary strokes, then gently circled around the tiny, puckered, virgin hole of her anus, spitting down on it, so that my saliva lubricated the entrance enough to make the entrance of my finger smooth. This time it slipped in comfortably, and she just moaned slightly as I felt her sphincter relax, and peristalsis seem to suck my finger into her dark, mysterious depths. I let a second finger join the first, very gradually working it into place alongside, easing it into the tight sheath that was her velvet passage. 'Oooh,' she moaned, 'I'm going to cum!' I joined the two fingers now penetrating her arsehole with two of the other hand, which I thrust hard into her cunt, and she bucked and let out a sharp cry which I knew meant she had had another fierce climax. I was rock-hard, and suddenly found that Ginny had joined us on the sofa, having abandoned a totally shagged-out Tom on his chair. She took me in her luscious lips, and gave me the sort of blow-job that needs love as an accompaniment. When I came, she looked into my eyes, and I saw real affection there. I knew we were 'an item.' Ginny and I got to know each other well over the next few weeks. We went shopping together whenever we had free time, and she delighted in exhibiting her body whenever possible. Shoe-shops provided a wonderful opportunity, of course, and several assistants were treated to views of her naked sex, but her favourite moments were when we were riding in the car together. She would delight in having me pull alongside a bus, preferably one full of adolescent youths, then she would 'accidentally' let her skirt ride up, so that passengers in the bus above got a grandstand view of her shaven pussy. After any of these episodes, we tended to have wonderful lovemaking sessions. We invited Tom and Cathy to dinner on two occasions, and both times we ended up, all four of us, in bed together, but somehow these were strangely unsatisfying evenings, and we decided not to continue along these lines. We both had holidays due, and Ginny thought it would be nice to have a week in the Mediterranean – sea and sunshine seemed like a great idea – so we booked to go to Ibiza. We arrived late on a Friday evening at the airport, to be met by a girl in a Disneyland-type uniform, who ushered us to a minibus. After a long wait while she found one missing pair, we were taken, with two other couples, about five kilometres to a modern apartment complex, and shown our home for the next week. The girl gave us the keys to the apartment, and to a smart little Renault Twingo, that went along with it. There was nothing much more to do but turn in, as by then it was past midnight, and we were pretty well tired out, but it was nice to lay naked in bed with windows wide open to the starlit sky, crickets chirping, warm air fragrant with the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. Next morning we were up early, exploring the apartment, raiding the stocks left for us in the fridge, so that we could enjoy a quiet breakfast on the balcony. Then we wanted to head straight for the beach. We had been told by the rep that Ginny would need a bikini bottom on the local beach, but she had drawn us a rough map to give us directions to an informal nudist beach some way across the island. 'Go easy on the Twingo,' she had said, however, and the rocky path soon showed us why. When we got to the little secluded cove, there were no more than ten people there, all naked, so we quickly stripped off, and left our clothes locked in the car. Seeing Ginny nude like this, without being a prelude to making love, was a new experience, and several times her close proximity, her touches, started to have the inevitable effect on me, and I had to turn over on the sand, much to Ginny's amusement, to hide a growing erection. There were some other very attractive women arriving at the cove during the morning, and idly watching them strip off and bare their bronzed bodies was not at all unpleasant. Fully equipped with sunshade, coolbox, food and drink, we stayed there much of the day, happy with our own company, soaking up the sun and sea air, but being careful not to overdo the exposure, and swimming in the blue waters of the Mediterranean whenever the mood took us. When the sun started to decline, we set off back to our apartment, where we both relaxed some more before the evening's entertainment – we had had a note through our letterbox saying that there was to be a barbecue around the pool that evening. It read:- TONITE BBQ AROUND (& IN!) THE POOL DRESS: SWIMWEAR, BUT BRING SEXY NIGHTWEAR FOR LATER! Music was being amplified, and the delicious aroma of lamb chops was starting to waft up to us. We saw, when we looked over the balcony, that people were appearing, the girls in bikinis – or at least their bottom halves – the men in bright Bermudas, and all carried bags, presumably carrying their 'sexy nightwear.' 'I know what I'm going to wear later,' laughed Ginny, 'but I don't know about you.' I had to settle for some short silk pyjamas – I couldn't see how men's nightwear could be remotely 'sexy' anyway, but that may have been because I was a man! We went down to join the throng around the pool, just as the first sausages and chops were starting to be served up, and helped ourselves to beers. Ginny had already attracted the attention of several people, I noticed, as we walked into the area, her prominent nipples jutting out challengingly as she swayed along in her exaggeratedly high heels, a tiny thong only just hiding her clean-shaven pubes, and her long, silky hair cascading down to her narrow waist. We ate sparingly, as we had snacked quite a lot during the day, then jumped into the pool to cool off, splashing around with perhaps forty other people – too many to even think about swimming properly. Not very many seemed to know each other, but quite a bit of ice was being broken, as those few who were not English did their best to converse with the majority of us who were. A big guy who seemed to be in charge of proceedings took hold of a microphone and called out, 'OK, guys, we all have to get out of the pool now – local laws and all that – so you can all dry off and change – we're going to PARTY!' With that he turned up the music, and everybody emerged, dripping from the pool, making for their bags. Steve, as we learned the organiser was called, showed us a pile of towels for those, like us, who had forgotten to bring one. 'Don't be shy,' he was yelling, 'get changed into your Sunday best!' Ginny had taken him at his word, almost before I could turn around, and hair still twisted into a wet rope, she had divested herself of her bikini bottoms, and slipped into a garment I hadn't seen before. It was a short, white, completely transparent nightdress, with fur trimmings at the neckline and hem, which teasingly swayed around her naked pussy. Her breasts poked out at the almost non-existent material in a shamelessly erotic manner, and she made no attempt to conceal the fact that she was wearing no panties as she pulled me up to dance. An instant erection threatened to tent my thin silk pyjamas, which had a huge slit at the front – they were certainly not designed for rock and roll! After a couple of numbers, we sat down, and took in the scene. Nearly all the couples were younger than we were, but none of the women was more attractive nor more daringly attired than Ginny. However, she nudged me and pointed out a couple I had already spotted, and said, 'Mmmm, what do you think to them?' I looked again. He was tall and dark, with a muscular torso he was proud to show in a vest and a pair of boxer shorts. She was something else altogether – almost as tall as he was, long blonde hair, high Scandinavian cheekbones, and very slim. She wore a long black transparent nightgown, under which could clearly be seen a pair of flimsy matching panties, with bow-ties at the sides. Like Ginny, she was perched on high stilettos, and danced with languid, sensual movements. She saw us looking and half-smiled back. 'Would it be fun to split them up?' asked Ginny, mischievously. 'Why not?' I said We wandered casually over, and they yielded to our request. As we moved in on them, the music changed to a slow number and I found myself with the tall girl in my arms. 'I am Inger,' she said, with a strong accent, and I told her my name, but much more communication seemed superfluous, as it was all I could do to avoid my burgeoning erection becoming a problem, especially when she bit my ear-lobe, and I felt the press of her sharp little breasts against my chest. But she was talking to me. 'I see your wife is wearing no panties,' she said. I made some sort of noise, I suppose, and she went on, 'She is lovely. I also like to wear no panties, but with this dress......' She flounced up her gown with one hand. 'I think you would look very beautiful without them,' I said. 'Then you can take them off for me,' she said, and stuck her tongue in my ear. I almost came, there and then. I glanced around, and nobody seemed to be taking too much notice. Ginny was locked into a close dance with Inger's partner, his hands now stroking her naked buttocks under the hem off her nightdress, her arms around his neck. He seemed to be wearing a garment which looked like an Arabic dish-dash, a simple long white gown. I doubted he wore anything underneath it. I reached down Inger's slender flank, bunched up her flimsy gown at that side and felt for the ribbons of her panties. Finding the loose end, I gave a quick tug and the garment yielded. I repeated the procedure at the other side, then tugged her panties off in a swift movement, bringing them up to my nose. I buried my face in them, taking in her delicious aroma, then slipped them into the pocket of my pyjamas. Her gown fell back to the floor around her long legs. I held her as close as I could, and used the proximity to gently massage her naked, shaven mound through her thin gown with one hand as we did what had to pass for dancing. Other couples were kissing and fondling one another with some disregard all over the patio by now, so that we raised no attention. Suddenly, we were dancing next to Ginny and Inger's partner, whom I soon learned was called Bjorn. As ever, it was Ginny who made the suggestion, 'Let's go up to the apartment,' she said. The others were eager to take her up on it, and Inger nodded to Bjorn, then we left the patio, the ladies leading the way. I stayed a little behind, delighting in the view as Ginny's short nightdress revealed her shaven pussy with each step she took. Inger, now naked under her transparent black gown, presented a tantalisingly erotic view as her long, shapely legs climbed the stairs. I could hardly wait to get between them. As soon as we got into the apartment, Ginny led the way into our big double bedroom, and sat herself on the bed, inviting Inger to do likewise. I needed to fuck Inger as badly as I had wanted anything in my life, and Ginny sensed that, but made me wait – and Bjorn too. She pulled Inger into her arms, and lifted the hem of her nightgown slowly, teasingly, up her legs, making sure we men watched, extending her tongue slightly, and cupping a breast with the other hand. Then, with Inger's ready assistance, she parted the Swedish girl's legs, and lowered her head down into her waiting crack. Inger responded by throwing her legs wider open still, and when Ginny raised her head, we could see that Inger's cunt was soaking, glistening with her juices. She moaned loudly as Ginny returned, her tongue delving into the younger girl's waiting cavern, as she thrust a finger straight up the blonde's rectum. She came with a resounding scream, and as she did so, Bjorn could take no more, and, lifting his dish-dash to reveal a huge erection, he dropped onto the bed and offered himself to Ginny's waiting lips. She took him deep into her throat, and he rammed his cock in and out of her mouth without regard for her, until he grunted that he was about to cum, and then he stiffened and shot his load straight down her throat. I had by now taken up position with Inger, who had recovered from her tonguing from Ginny, and was ready to multiply. Her breasts were incredibly sensitive, and I helped her off with her nightgown, then teased her long, prominent nipples to rock-hardness. She moaned incessantly as I did this, and reached for my weapon, which I knew wouldn't stand much action, but she was skilled – almost as experienced as Ginny – and stopped me from shooting before my time with a hard squeeze, then moaned harder as I found her clitoris. I was sure she climaxed again as I massaged the tiny bud, and then finger-fucked her, but it was something else she wanted. Stopping me suddenly, she turned over and opened her legs wide, then, her head buried in the pillow, she put her hands on her buttocks, one either cheek, and spread her arse as wide as she could in an unmistakeable invitation. Her arsehole was a wide, dark, mysterious cave, and I needed no further requests, but plunged my eager dick into its hospitable, well-used warmth, feeling the wonderful contraction of her muscles as she took my whole length into her velvet sheath. I reached around and cupped her breasts as I fucked her magnificent arsehole, and Ginny came up behind me, and stroked my back, then, just as I was about to cum, rammed a finger hard up my own tender arsehole, so that my pleasure, as I shot my hot load of creamy spunk deep into Inger's bowel, knew no bounds. Bjorn found the strength to fuck Ginny before they left, but I was finished for the night, and curled up with a contented Inger, drinking brandy, and watching the proceedings. For the rest of our stay in Ibiza, we went around together, the girls vying with each other as to who could wear the more revealing clothes. It was a wonderful week in the sun, on a beautiful island, with beautiful people. Since we returned, we have become even more daring. Ginny never wears panties, and she tells me about meetings she has been to with her publishing company, when she has revealed her pussy to unsuspecting people, and their reaction. I sometimes wonder if her exhibitionism is enough, as an end in itself, or if it is the situations that it can lead to................... Knowing Her Better I had seen her many, many times before. Blonde, 25ish, 5'7", long legs, about a 34C and 110#. Add in full lips and big brown eyes, she was a very nice package. She usually wore high heels which accentuated her legs and height. Since I am about 6', we pretty much looked each other in the eyes. The time had come to open this package and explore the hidden delights that were inside. I called and asked her to supper and gambling at the casino. I conveniently had booked a room for myself. She drove over and we had a very nice meal before we hit the slots. It didn't take long for her to spin a $500 jackpot and she was on cloud nine. We wandered to the lounge to enjoy the music. We laughed, flirted and danced, until finally I whispered that she should join me in my room for a nightcap and celebration. A bit of a reach, since I am late 40's, a few pounds overweight and I am sure from the slow dances that she could feel that I wasn't that well endowed. She didn't object and I paid our tab and we headed to the elevator. I still wasn't sure where this might end up, but I took a chance and leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. She was surprised and pulled back a bit, but I didn't get slapped. The elevator stopped on my floor and we headed down the hall to my room. She was still giddy from the gambling win and was chatting away a mile a minute. We reached my door and I slid the card key. She stopped at the doorway and returned the kiss. As the door closed behind us, she attacked me with kisses. I guess that answered the question of where the evening might go. I responded in kind and the hug she got from me made her sigh and her knees go weak. Being a typical woman, at this point she needed to go "freshen up". I took a deep breath as she left, remembering how she welcomed me to my room. She emerged from the bathroom and it was apparent she had applied additional perfume. As she approached me, I could see a small smirk on her face. She walked up to me and reached out her fist that contained her panties. I took this as a challenge and raised them to my nose and breathed in her scent. It easily overwhelmed her perfume. At this point there was little else to do than undress her the rest of the way. When I reached to undo her blouse, she confused me and pushed me away. What just happened? She then took a couple steps back, turned on the radio and began to dance slowly. She unbuttoned and slowly removed her blouse, leaving her in just her bra, skirt and shoes. Not to be too far behind, I began to unbutton my shirt. She reached behind and unclasped her bra. By now I had my shirt off and was working on my belt buckle with shaking hands. The bra came off. Spectacular breasts emerged, topped with wonderful nipples. She slipped out of the skirt and stood before me to admire. She was stunning, even better than I had imagined. I didn't cum, but I was damn close. She stepped up, still in her heels, and undid the button and unzipped my pants. They dropped to my ankles. She knelt to remove my shoes, socks and pants. Being waist high, she took my throbbing cock in her mouth during the process. As I looked at her face, I couldn't wait to spend the rest of the night with her. I nudged her up and led her to the bed. I couldn't wait to taste her. I laid her back and her fluids were flowing. I started to lap them up and then began a serious assault on her clit. In moments she was squirming and screaming. She came. Hard. But I didn't quit, I was on a mission, pushing her boundaries. I find nothing sexier than a woman that can cum multiple times. She pulled me up, begging me to fuck her. I entered her and grabbed a nipple between my teeth at the same time. Her cunt sucked me in and while I had planned to go slow and enjoy the glow, that quickly went out the window. I was balls deep and pounding away as I could tell another orgasm was hitting her. Her cunt clamped down on me and it took self discipline to not blow my load. She began to recover and I returned to pumping away with no intention of stopping this time. Just as she climaxed again, I joined her and filled her with my cream. We snuggled some more and she allowed me some more nipple play. At some point, it was too much, too late, whatever. She rolled away from me, which is my favorite female position, as it exposes their ass to me and allows me easy access to the breasts. I reached under with my left hand to grab a handful of boob and slipped my now semi-hard cock between her ass cheeks. We fell asleep. I awoke the next morning to a warm, moist sensation that involved my cock. I hoped that I hadn't just wet myself before making the bathroom. As I reached consciousness, I realized she had her lips wrapped around me and was doing her best to give me her version of a wake up call. Since she now had me aroused and I was coming out of the sleep fog, I rolled her onto all fours and started to pump her doggy style. She drove back to meet my thrusts and we climaxed together. Apparently we were finding our rhythm. Check out time came and she agreed to come to my house. When we got home, we had a quick margarita, poured another one and headed to the pool. She commented that she wished she had brought a suit, which seemed particularly silly after the night before. We ultimately stripped off our clothes and waded in. Those are the rules at my pool. We swam and floated for a short time, but I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted her onto the pool deck, spread her legs and attacked her pussy with my mouth. I sucked her clit, flicked her clit, buried my tongue in her pussy until she came several times. She laid back on the pool deck as I climbed out of the pool to suck her nipples. I poured a little of the cold margarita between her breasts and watched as it pooled in her navel. I then began cleaning up the sticky liquid with my tongue, enjoying every second. She moved up to a chaise lounge and wagged a finger at me to follow. She was extremely wet, so it took no effort to enter her. I pounded away because I was a man possessed with filling her up. I tried to find the angle that worked best for her, but her screams and moans suggested they all worked. She wrapped her legs around me, I felt her pussy muscles clench and that was all for me, I unloaded as she climaxed around my cock. It was getting too hot to be outside anymore, so I suggested we head in to refresh our beverages. We gathered our clothes and retreated to the air conditioning. The blast of cold air immediately made her nipples stand out and my already shrinking cock try its best to hide. As her goosebumps rose, I did my best to hug her and keep her warm. I guess I got the extra benefit of feeling those hard nipples against my chest. We managed to refill our drinks before I led her to the bedroom. We had come too far to be done now, but I was reaching my erection limit. While she had sucked on me previously, she never finished. She took a swig of the cold fluid in her glass and then took my shaft into her mouth. She was able to wake the dead and I swelled because of her suction. I felt her swallow her drink, then she began to swirl her tongue around the head of my cock. Heaven. I decided to switch things up and rotated into a 69 position to fully enjoy the situation. I worked my tongue hard on her clit and in moments she was coming again. You have to love younger women when they don't have much experience with all the ways you can make love. I turned again and slid my cock between her tits. She was still coming down from her latest orgasm and this was giving her the break she needed. I was hard. I was leaking precum. It lubricated the space between her breasts, providing a very nice place to slide. I asked her to hold her boobs together to provide me the tunnel I was looking for. She reached and not only pushed them together, but played with her nipples and my balls. It didn't take long. I moved farther up and fed her my cock again. About the time it passed her lips, I started to spurt. She was less than thrilled, but sucked and swallowed until I was empty. It had been a wonderful couple of days. I knew she would tell her mother about it. I wonder how my sister will take the news...