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Not Quite....

By: skorp75064



"That's it, already?"

You had turned your head to the side and then face back into the pillow.

"My hands are starting to cramp up a bit, dear."

A special, playful emphasis on that last word.

Damn, that I was simply viewing the most gorgeous woman on earth was my thought as I looked at your tanned body, prone on our hotel bed. I adored giving you those full body massages that you enjoyed, the effect producing sometimes total relaxation into which you fell blissfully asleep and, yet, occasionally would awaken your other desires much to both of our later appreciations.

"I could suggest we get dressed and grab something to eat at the B," a bistro-type restaurant which was my favorite place in Honolulu and to which I had brought you a few times. No complaints ever from you at this particular choice. Perhaps, one day, we would enjoy the Peninsula in Manila. I wanted to treat you to an eatery in that hotel that had the best, undisputed, world class Italian food (go figure) that I had ever had in the world. Alexandria would always have a different meaning in our lives, but for decadence, this Filipino site would surpass that particular hunger.

"I suppose," you did add, "I have been enjoying that little pressure against my ass. So, maybe, we could spend some--"

"Nope." 

I pushed myself up, away from you.

My cock was engorged, you had felt that. And, yes, perhaps, I did allow the potential of an invite as I periodically leaned up against the curvature of your toned ass while gliding my oiled hands over your back and hips. I had other desires too. I liked teasing you as well and there was a brief moment that the slipperiness of your skin and my cock nearly merged into a lengthy, mutually pleasurable fuck.

Let's get you dressed." 

I gently pulled on your wrists. The yellow turquoise and diamond bracelets that flashed as we swam in the gentle surf off Waikiki earlier that afternoon the only items you wore for the moment. You slowly crawled back over the edge of the bed. Your feet now onto the floor. I kept you there, facing away from me; my touch, holding you there, was a specific understanding. I walked over to the dresser and opened several drawers---followed by the opening of your closet. A long pause there. I returned to you, my body now pressed up against you, deliberately on my account. Your thighs were pushed against the mattress, it being level with your hips. There was a sudden rush of breathlessness from you as I did that. 

"I've been wanting you all day, lover. Please, just won't you?"

I could feel your body stiffen, your legs particularly, as I knelt behind you, my lips lightly touching just the back of one thigh. My hands touching, softly the outer curves of your hips at the time. I traced the tip of my tongue inwardly, then higher to that area that would drive you closer to demanding more attention, You felt my hand pull your right ankle up. You allowed this and felt a the sensation of satin slide over your foot and ankle and then further upwards. I saw you look down towards your legs, watching the slipping on of the pair of bright crimson thongs you had brought for this trip. I felt that this color made you look not only sexy but magnificent. You balanced yourself unquestionably against the bed as you slightly raised your other leg. I pulled the thong up along your legs, and around your thighs...carefully slipping the one strap gently between your cheeks, adjusting the front and that strap so as to not be too tight around you. Your one hand joined mine at the level of your pussy. You had placed some pressure there. Yes, I felt you. I knew you wanted me too.

I pulsed and throbbed against your ass as I stood directly behind you. Your hands drifted backwards to grasp my hips, pulling me against you. It would have been so simple to finger that vertical strap to the side and push you over the edge of the bed. I'm sure those were your thoughts as well. I dropped my mouth over your right shoulder and traced the contour of your muscles up along your neck. Sucking gently along your smooth skin, drawing your flesh at once hard into my mouth as you moaned, almost collapsing into my arms as I held you from behind. Your head twisting around, your mouth wanting to engage my attention but not quite able to. My hands pressed up against your breasts, holding them, pressing them hard against your ribs. My tongue allowing a leisurely exploration of your neck on that side, up to your ear and deliciously around the lobe. Your sounds and your pressure against me being just the prelude and ultimate request . You loved when I did this when I was fucking your cunt from behind. The cool satin of that one bra that ensured how stunning your body was, that uplifted and showcased your breasts in the way that brought you attention from other men and a few women, touched the under surface of the warm flesh I balanced in my hands. Your own fingers came up to touch the smoothness against your skin. Your help, as unexpected as I'm sure you felt, but appreciated as I moved back a step, looking down to ensure each clasp held firm. I guided each arm and shoulder, slowly, through their respective enclosed strap. I leaned forward and bit you hard over your left shoulder. You managed a sudden "Oh fuck" as I did that---surprising you, your upper body tensed, as I held your skin between my teeth. You tended to like that as our lovemaking progressed. "Any time now," you suggested. Now, more of a question than anything else. I slowly released my hold as I ordered you to turn around.

You looked down at me, grabbing onto and gently holding the swollen cock pointing directly at your belly. 

"What are you wanting?" as your eyes glanced at mine. 

I knelt down in front of you. You had not expected that. My hands grasping your ass as I leaned forward into you. I loved tracing my tongue over and around the contours of your thighs and hips...briefly licking at the edging of your thong as it laid tight against your skin. I knew you wanted me to slip my finger under the fabric, to slide it inside of you. Your scent so much more pronounced than the earlier massage I had given you. The black linen skirt I pulled from the edge of the bed, holding it expectantly in front of you, as I pulled back from your legs. Your eyes crinkled a bit. 

"Are you going to give me help with your leg or what?" 

I allowed some slow caresses, for my own pleasure, as I helped you slip the skirt up higher above your thighs. The metal clasp now snug over your hip as I ran my hands over and around your ass, ensuring the snug fit that this particular skirt would produce in showing off those attractive and muscular legs that I enjoyed. The smooth curves of your tight ass and round hips filled out this skirt in the way that I desired. Perhaps later, I would remove them but not as gently.

I stood up. Your eyes now looking up into mine, your arms slowly beginning to wrap around my neck as your head tilted to one side. That deep color gazing deep into mine and now closed as your mouth inched up toward me. I allowed you to feel the sensation of my cock against your belly button---a harder pressure now of my hands, wrapping and encircling around your hair, falling over your shoulders and now directing you away from me. I turned from you and began to walk back to the closet. I carefully removed the black linen, long sleeved jacket and returned back to you.

"Give me your right arm." 

You did as I requested and several moments later, the jacket was on. I had you stand before me. My fingers traced the tanned skin of your belly, teasingly for a few seconds, as I enclosed the bottom two buttons. Your sexy cleavage always a turn-on for me, something that would capture and be part of the full picture of the partner I would desire later in the hotel. You never minded not having an accompanying blouse and having other men looking at your body was as stimulating for you as much as for me.

"I think you should sit down." 

I once more knelt down, to reach for the black heels that I placed previously on the carpet next to you. I lifted your right leg up and against and over my shoulder. I was not so gentle as I bit and sucked the inner part of your calf. I could not help but draw my lips and tongue down and around your ankle, moistening...wetting that part of your body. I knew that you were wanting me to go further...for me to pull your toes deep into my mouth, sucking each of them. That was something that you would feel higher up against your clit just like the sensation you would get as I pulled each of your nipples deep into my mouth as I penetrated you, pressing down hard onto your body. You allowed me the extra time to explore your legs in this way...as I slipped on each of the high heels, the black straps snaking up along your calves, fitting perfectly.

"Absolutely wonderful."

"I know," you winked.

Not Quite A Hole In One



As usual I was almost late. I only lived five minutes from the golf club and so I always convinced myself I could leave it until the last minute before jumping into the car.

This was a Saturday mixed foursomes invitational competition which was something I didn't often get involved in. In fact, some of my Sunday morning golfing cronies would have been horrified that I had got roped in to play with women.

The Ladies Captain had called me earlier in the week to see if I would stand in and partner one Susan Armstrong, whose husband wouldn't be able to make it. The short, almost tubby, Ladies Captain was what you might call 'a substantial woman' -- Jean was probably about 60 and no glamour puss but she had a great sense of humour and I got on well with her.

"You'll like Susan," she said to me on the phone when I said I didn't know her at all, "She's got our perverted sense of humour. And she plays better golf than most of the women round here."

At 42 years old and playing off a respectable nine handicap, that sounded reasonably optimistic for me because mixed foursomes can be depressing stuff if you get lumbered with two geriatric spinsters. Sometimes the only spin-off is that you get to play from parts of the course you never knew existed before. (For non-golfers this means that your partner, with whom you hit alternate shots, more often than not hits her ball into the most unbelievable places. Please, no accusations of chauvinism; it's just true, that's all)

Susan Armstrong did not look to me like she would hit the ball anywhere but straight down the middle. She was on the driving range with our opponents when I panted up and made the usual apologies. Mrs Armstrong was stroking three-woods into the clear blue Suffolk sky with a lithe ease that suggested she had been playing good golf for more than a few years and that she was in excellent physical condition.

She was tanned and I put her about early forties and around five feet eight. She was a looker with a gorgeous figure and knew it. Blonde hair done up in a pony tail which stuck out through the back of her golf cap; a white buttoned shirt swelled by eye-catching breasts and a flared short dark blue skirt. White leather golf shoes with those cute little socks with the bobbles completed the uniform. 

She extended a cool hand to me and fixed me with green eyes:

"Good morning, Peter, I'm so glad Jean persuaded you to come to our rescue. I'll need all the help I can get to beat these two," she said, introducing me to the remaining members of our foursome, a retired car dealer and his wife who I knew vaguely from the clubhouse. The wife had a reputation for overdoing the gin and tonics, as I recalled, but she was a mean hand with a putter.

We set off for the first tee and it occurred to me that, if nothing else, I was going to enjoy just looking at Susan Armstrong's sunburnt, smooth and oiled legs. It was mid May now in England and Spring had exploded on the East Anglian countryside. There was a soft, mild breeze blowing in from Holland across the North Sea and twice already I had caught exquisitely voyeuristic flashes of what looked like minimal white panties as the wind caught my partner's skirt.

What made this even more pleasant is that fewer and fewer women are wearing skirts to play golf in England. This depressing turn of events had been the subject of serious discussion in the clubhouse only the previous weekend. Slacks had become the order of the day with a transition to shorts when, or if, the English summer arrived.

It was pointed out that this disease may have been imported from the United States where skirts on female golfers appeared to have all but disappeared. For many years we had thrilled to the sight of the top lady players on the womens' European Tour flashing panties almost on the scale of the pro tennis tour. The gorgeous new stars of the golf course who had emerged from Sweden and Denmark were striking skirt-clad examples and many a male television cameraman became highly skilled in 'accidentally' catching a tantalising shot of a bulging pubic mound as these female players squatted to line up putts. Even the best looking women on the US Tour, however, always seemed to stride the fairways in heavy-duty, highly functional and totally unsexy shorts or slacks. Many, of course, were victims of America's obesity crisis – you don't have to be thin as a rake to play good golf – so they didn't relish the precision focus of the television camera on their abundant thighs in any case.

Of course, voyeuristic photographers and cameramen on the European Tour were undoubtedly what put the cat among the pigeons. Disgusting men just overdid it as usual and the miffed ladies revolted by donning the apparently armour-plated shorts of their US counterparts. But, thank Heaven, the wheel has come full circle again. The new breed of bosomy bombshells now gracing the US LPGA tour know the publicity value of a sneaky photo of their knickers so ladies' golf is becoming 'sexed up' again as this new generation wriggle into ever shorter skirts. The rising TV ratings for female golf coverage tell the tale.

"Jean tells me your husband has deserted you this weekend," I said to open our on-course conversation. We were sitting on a bench by the first tee where the group in front were still waiting for the course to clear before even they could drive off. With the course loaded it was going to be a very slow day but the weather was warming up nicely.

"Oh, Alex," she responded, "He's got some seminar in London this weekend, or that's the story, anyway."

"Oh, what does he do," I asked, thinking the tone of her reply was marginally interesting.

"Hmmm, mostly just what he likes, but professionally he's a senior partner in a chartered accountancy practice," said Susan. "Anyway, I'm happy to have a change of scenery and a change of conversation," she continued, patting my hand while she adjusted the tilt of her cap.

"I was just thinking the same thing," I ventured, "You've certainly got much nicer legs than my regular Sunday partners," as I pointedly looked at the sweep of her shapely and sexy right thigh, much revealed by the way she was now sitting on the bench to the left of me. "Have you been in the sun somewhere recently?"

She laughed, to my relief. "Not bad for a bird my age, don't you think." Then, to my mild amazement, she pulled her skirt up almost so I could see those panties again and looked at me quizzically, seeking approval, as if she needed any. I glanced around anxiously, this was the golf club, after all, but no-one was looking our way.

Susan smoothed her skirt down almost as quickly as she had shown me those mouth-watering legs.

"We have a villa in the Algarve where we go in the Spring each year," she explained, "We got back a couple of weeks ago but most of this tan has come in the last fortnight in the garden at the cottage we have near to the 15th fairway at Eastwell."

Eastwell was a lovely links course about 25 miles up the coast in the next county. The houses which surrounded it were expensive. The Norfolk country cottage and the house in Portugal suggested that things were going alright for Alex at the accountancy practice.

"I'm going up there tonight and I'll probably play there tomorrow," Susan crossed her legs again and uncovered once more that expanse of golden thigh. She looked over to the tee where the group in front were finally teeing up.

"God, we'll be here all day," she said, stretching her arms with a yawn to clasp her hands behind her head. The third button on her shirt eased out of it's buttonhole and I could see almost the entire profile of her left breast.

"Oops," said the gorgeous Susan, "I'm coming apart." She reached quickly to fasten the button and I said:

"Leave it, it'll make the walk more enjoyable." I said bluntly.

She cocked her head to one side, looked me up and down, and smiled. "Men", was all she said, but she did nothing about the button. There was a game on here, and it wasn't just going to be golf. My cock twitched in my slacks and I quite blatantly adjusted my underpants through the Chinos to make myself more comfortable. 

"You should have worn shorts on a lovely day like this," she said. Now she had turned towards me, her elbow propped on the seat back supporting her head. The shirt gaped open and I could see the little decorative pink bow in the centre of her bra; a tiny trickle of sweat ran down her luscious cleavage.

"I'm glad you're not wearing any," I replied

"I certainly am and you couldn't tell that from where you're sitting anyway," she said indignantly.

"I meant shorts, silly. But since you brought up the subject, there's just no way in this world I could play eighteen holes with you in a short skirt and no panties. Something would get in the way of my swing."

I couldn't believe I was having this kind of conversation with a woman I had only met fifteen minutes earlier. 

"Well, I better keep them on, then, because we need to beat this pair and qualify for the next round, don't you think. Although they're rather brief and thin for the golf course, actually," responded Susan, now openly flirting outrageously with me. The sexual electricity between us was palpable.

"Well, given the choice...... " I started, but we were interrupted by our opponents calling us to come up to the tee box.

Mrs Gin and Tonic and I hit respectable tee shots and our partners got us both on the green at the short par four first hole. We halved in fours.

The second hole has an elevated tee box and about eight railway sleeper steps are cut into the side to access both the men's' and the ladies' tees. When Susan ascended with her driver the car dealer and I fell silent. Hard-faced Mrs Gin and Tonic was ahead of her so was unaware of the blatant exhibitionism which was being undertaken. Near the top step Susan had bent to tie her shoelace – or at least pretended to tie her shoelace. Whether she was concerned or not about what he could see I don't know but the show was, I hoped, being staged for my specific benefit.

Not only did the wind neatly flip her skirt up onto her bottom but the miniscule white panties were squeezed between her firm, and tanned, buttocks. I was so close I could see the panties were damp and a few stray hairs peeked out. She was not a natural blonde. Mr Car Dealer looked at me with raised eyebrows, then winked lasciviously. My hardening cock was going to become an embarrassment if this went on.

When she bent to tee up her ball she was deliberately facing towards me and this time I could see the bulge of her pussy as she placed one knee on the ground with her legs slightly apart. The lips of her quim and her small brown thatch were clearly defined through the thin nylon thong. My throat was dry.

"Oh, the ground's really hard," she cried, as she made an undue fuss of struggling to push the tee peg into the grass. Her delectable breasts jiggled obscenely in the white bra in clear view through the three-button shirt opening.

Mrs G & T was apparently unaware of what was going on. Her husband was more involved, however, and I suspected that it would be as well to have him as a co-conspirator, albeit on a spectator basis only, if things were going to develop as I hoped they might.

"Do you think we should tell her about the buttons," I said innocently to him. "Hell, no," said the old car dealer, "Have you had a look at my wife. Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth."

We played the second, third and fourth, without further incident and by the fifth Susan and I had gone two up; as a playing partnership we had clicked. 

Mrs G & T very soberly ran in a huge 20 foot putt to get one back at the sixth and we came to the par-three seventh, the tee box perched on the cliff edge where gulls wheeled and screeched round our ears and the white horses rode in from the sandbars a mile off the coast. England's North Sea coast has always offered million-dollar golf for quite modest membership fees and today was one of those stunning days which underlined that fact. 

Susan was in her element. Again play had backed up and we had a lengthy wait before the green became clear. This time the lynx sat on the tee box seat beside me with one leg propped up on the seat. She chatted animatedly as if entirely unaware of the distress she was causing me but I knew she was relishing every second. In the short navy blue skirt she played the role of sexy schoolgirl, her swollen mound plainly visible through the flimsy panties as she rocked her knee open and closed. My hand rested on the bench less than a foot from her sex and the temptation to pull her panties to one side and reveal the pouting hairy love hole was almost more than I could bear.

Again our partners could not see what she was doing and this was clearly a part of the excitement for her. If I was being used simply to gratify an exhibitionistic streak in her then, I thought gallantly, I would just have to live with it. My male ego was trying to convince me, most probably falsely, that it went far deeper than that. Time would tell because there was certainly a limit how far she could go on the golf course unless she wasn't planning on playing here again.

"I can't believe we're still one up considering all the distractions I've had," I remarked nonchalantly, "Just as well you're hitting the ball so nicely."

"Yes, you do seem to be more and more uncomfortable," she teased. She brought the other leg up onto the bench and faced me directly, a slight flush colouring her face which was free of any make-up barring some highlighting of those green eyes. The skirt fell back round her waist and there again were the little tufts of hair sprouting from each side of her damp knickers. Again through the gaping shirt I could see the voluptuous cleavage down to the little bow in her bra.

"I hope my perfume's not giving you any kind of an allergy," continued the line of bullshit.

I decided to take a more basic tack.

"The only thing I'm allergic to is the sight of your gorgeous tits bulging out of that shirt and the outline of your sticky pussy in those see-through panties. I could cure the allergy right now by shoving my fat cock right up your dripping fanny."

I could almost see her heart rate increasing and her face flushed even more.

"So you like the perfume," she replied, albeit in a slightly shaky voice this time.

At the turn we were back to two up and we stopped at the halfway house for some refreshment. The temperature had climbed and it had become exceptionally warm for May. The temperature inside my underpants was even higher as I had now endured several painful erections one after another with little prospect of relieving the pressure.

Our little self-service rest house had tea and coffee urns and soft drink and chocolate bar vending machines. We took iced water from the fridge and, as I looked for some coins in my golf bag to buy a Coke, our partners headed off for the 10th tee. Susan stayed with me in the refreshment hut, leaning against the wall.

"Jesus, it's hot out there," she said. She was drinking from the cold water bottle and with the other hand opened button number four. The almost transparent half cup brassiere pushed her glistening breasts up and out – she looked thoroughly wanton.

"Is that a front loader," I asked, my reasonably expert eye having spotted the centre clasp under the little pink bow. I pushed the coins into the vending machine and two chilled cans rumbled down into the delivery box.

When I had pulled them out and turned round Susan had undone the clasp. She was trickling cold water down her chest. "Ahh, that's lovely," she said. 

With a freezing can of Coke in each hand I instantly pushed the cups of her bra aside and slid an icy can over each nipple. Her nipples were as perfectly formed as the rest of her and they shot to attention as I stroked the intensely cold drink cans back and for. I pressed into her, my erection pushing brutally at her pubic mound.

With her hand she examined the size and stiffness of my cock through my slacks. It was so hard I imagined it might be bleeding. I gripped a cold, firm rubbery nipple in my teeth and worried it like a terrier. Susan groaned.

"You could pretend to faint because of the heat," I suggested, "And then we'd have to concede the match. I would have to take you home. Then I could fuck you up the bumhole as well, which is about the only bit of you I haven't seen yet."

"Bugger that," she shouted, "We're two up. Come on, we've a competition to win." And she was pushing past me and out the door, hooking up the bra, downing the rest of her water and speeding to reach the 10th tee to avoid arousing undue suspicion. I, the wretched and foolish man, stumbled along behind her, golf bag trailing from my wrist, a can of Coca-Cola in each hand and a hard-on which a cat couldn't scratch.

The course wends out into the countryside away from the seaside on the inward nine. The fairways here are tree-lined and, as the wind dropped, it became ever warmer. I reflected that neither me or the car dealer were going to see Susan's skirt blow up at the back again if it was going to stay sultry like this. I would have to hope for alternative voyeuristic pleasures.

At the 15th, where by now we were three holes up, Mrs Gin and Tonic carved her tee shot way into the woods on the right whilst Susan hit a long solid shot down the left side which just ran off into the rough. We went to look for it and left the other pair searching for their ball a long way off on the opposite side of the wide fairway.

Susan announced: "I'm bursting for a pee," and retreated into a nearby thicket. I checked out our partners but they were still rooting around in the distant trees. Besides, we were again in a traffic jam, with the group in front still to putt out on the green ahead of us.

"I'll have to join you," I said but Susan made no protest and I really did need to empty my bladder. In the bushes I found her squatting with her back to me, the flimsy wisp of panties round her golf shoes and the blue skirt rucked up round her waist. I could almost see the little pucker of her anus and, below that, a golden stream dribbling into the grass. She was holding onto the lower branch of a silver birch sapling for support.

I dropped to my knees behind her, released my swelling prick from my trousers, and, holding it hard between the globes of her sensational buttocks, commenced to pee directly into her own stream of urine.

"You really are a dirty bastard," said Susan, but her only other response was to place her hand between her legs to let the combined flow of piss run through her fingers.

"I'd like to be a whole lot dirtier," I grunted as I slid my bulging, dripping cock up and down the crack of her arse.

"Look, we better go and find some balls. Yours will have to wait. And, for God's sake, look what you've done now. You've piddled all over my panties. They're soaking. You're a filthy pig." 

With that, she stepped out of the nylon thong and walked out of the bushes. I knew where our ball was and pulled a seven iron out of my bag for the approach shot. Susan came up to my golf bag, unzipped one of the pockets, and stuffed her sopping panties inside.

"If you think I'm wearing, or even carrying those smelly things, then forget it," she chided. Given what had just taken place, I concluded that I was getting off rather lightly.

I hit a cracker of a shot into the 15th green; it bit hard just left of the flag and left Susan with about a ten foot putt for birdie and a win and the chance to close out the match with three holes still left. I felt it might be useful to help her size up the putt so I went to the opposite side of the cup to look at her line.

She squatted behind her ball, open legged, hands shading her eyes from the sun, and smirked at me. Her trimmed pussy gaped; the lips were puffy and swollen and I felt anxious that Mr Car Dealer and Mrs Gin and Tonic would probably smell her even if they couldn't see what I was seeing. She was oozing sexuality; the shirt was open again at four buttons and the sweat ran down the swell of her honey-coloured tits.




Not Quite A Hole In One



From where I was squatting, hefting my painful balls and distended cock, she looked like a carefully posed soft porn shot for a men's magazine. Mrs Susan Armstrong was a breathtaking slut and my brain was dizzy with the desire to push my cock as far as it would go into that beckoning slit.

She didn't quite make the putt – it just lipped out to deny us the win and I tapped in for a half and for us to go dormie three; now we couldn't lose; three up and three to play. I waddled to the 16th tee while trying to re-position the buzzer in my trousers. My balls were aching from the erotic feast laid on by my ravishing golf partner.

The match was all over very quickly. My awesome pantie-less partner struck a sublime five wood into the heart of the 16th par three green and as the ball ran out it very nearly clipped the pin. It was her best shot of the day. I was left with a simple uphill five foot birdie putt to clinch the match against our struggling partners who had hooked their tee shot into a deep greenside bunker.

In the clubhouse having a drink afterwards I was oblivious to Mr Car Dealer rabbiting on about the state of the economy. Susan was massaging my cock under the table while chatting gaily to Mrs G & T as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. I was going nuts.

We made excuses to leave early. In the car park Susan had a Chrysler Voyager minivan with those blacked out rear windows. She perched her leg on the running board to remove her golf shoes. I slid up behind her and stroked her naked sex under that short, blue skirt with my finger. She was dripping. She simply said "Jesus", and climbed into the back of the Chrysler. With a swift look around the car park, I jumped in behind her and slid the door shut. She almost tore my trousers off and tongued my swollen cock while those giant green eyes bored into me.

Susan clambered breathlessly on top of me and I bottomed out inside her in one incredible silicone smooth insertion. Paradise. She kissed me frantically and held on to my ears so tightly I could barely wriggle my head down to nibble on those rubbery nipples – but I made it.

We didn't last long – a rapid explosion of juices and expletives. One of the most spectacular erotic encounters of my life.

Susan lay across the big leather seats in the back of the car, her skirt and shirt bunched round her waist and sweat glistening on her breasts. A dream of a creature.

"Well, would you like to play a round with a woman another time?" she asked.

"Let me think," I replied, "Yes, I'm sure I can fit you in again shortly."



Not Quite a Regular Guy



When patients are brought to my office, I think they are usually surprised at my appearance. In spite of what you may have heard, I'm just a regular guy. I don't have a movie star face, with a chiseled jaw and piercing blue eyes. I'm not a tall, athletic man by any means. I'm 48 years old, just less than six feet tall, average build with a little pot belly, tending toward baldness. I don't have a ten inch cock, and I can't go all night, although I've always believed that the woman comes first in any relationship and I adore giving oral sex, so I get no complaints there.

I didn't go to an Ivy League college; I went to the University of Washington. I got my M.D. in Orthopedics, practiced for a few years, then went back to school and trained in Plastic Surgery. 

All along the way, though, there was something missing. I know that most of us will say that we are in the medical field because we want to help people, but in the final analysis, it's usually about the money. I had a head start there, because my parents were wealthy. I have often wondered if my career path would have been altered if I'd not had nearly limitless supplies of money to support my drive for knowledge, but at this point in my life, the second-guessing is pointless. 

For me, it really is all about the deep desire to help people. Even if the help they need doesn't fall within the boundaries of what is considered "Normal".

For years you've been hearing about "That Dr. who does voluntary amputations."

Well, that would be me. 

So maybe I'm not quite a 'regular guy' after all.

I went into orthopedics because I have a mechanic's soul. I know how things ought to work, and I know how to fix them if they don't work that way. I can look at how a person moves, and tell what I can do to help them without initially resorting to scans and measurements. I spent a few years reattaching tendons, fixing knees and pinning broken bones, but it was not as satisfying as I'd hoped. 

Plastic surgery was a better fit for me, but soon enough I found myself satisfying the egos of rich men and women who wanted to be prettier, sexier or younger, and their motivations began to discourage me. 

In the late summer of 1999, everything changed, thanks to a woman named Sarah, just in case all you wannabes need to know who to thank.

I was visiting a school chum, Jack, and his family, at a very small town in Eastern Oregon. He has a cabin at a lake about three hours from his home, and we were touring the lake in his ski boat when I noticed a person on the shore waving a shirt and yelling. 

I pointed the person out to Jack.

"That's Gary Leonard," Jack said. "I wonder what's going on." He pointed the boat toward the shore and shortly we were at the dock nearest to Gary, who was running to meet us.

"Sarah's had an accident with a shotgun, Jack! There's a tourniquet on her leg, but we need to get her to a doctor, and my damned truck won't start. Please help me, Jack!" he panted. 

Jack looped the shore line from the boat over a bollard on the dock, and we were off, following Gary down the shore and up to his cabin.

We found Gary's daughter, Sarah, dressed in shorts and a flannel shirt,sitting on the ground with her back against an old Ford pickup. She was holding her right thigh in her hands and rocking back and forth, obviously in shock. Her lower leg hung in tatters, the bones obviously shattered. There was surprisingly little blood on the ground, and there was an old fashioned Boy Scout style tourniquet just above mid-thigh, a scarf wound around a stick, and the end of the stick stuck in her belt. Her lips were tight and grey, but her eyes were bright. On the ground was an old "LaFever Nitro Special" side-by-side 12 gauge shotgun. Jack had explained to Gary that I was a doctor on the way up from the dock, and he asked that I take control of the situation.

"Hello Sarah. My name is Owen, and I'm a doctor. I need to change your position, OK? I need to lay you down so you won't pass out."

Sarah nodded, making eye contact with me right away. I instructed Jack and Gary to pick Sarah up and lay her on her back on the nearby picnic table. I supported her left leg and the remains of her right lower leg as they carried her, noting instantly that the knee was shattered, and the foot was mangled nearly beyond recognition. There was no way this was repairable, since a very large percent of the lower limb and foot was pulverized. I took her father aside and spoke quietly to him. 

"We need to get her to a hospital, Gary. You've definitely saved her life with the tourniquet, but she's going into shock, and that can kill her as easily as the blood loss. How far away from a surgical center are we?"

"The closest hospital is five hours away on dirt roads. We tried to get a helicopter out here a few years ago, and it wouldn't have saved much time, since it has to come from Bend. One of our neighbors here at the lake, Dr. Garson, has a little room with some medical stuff in it, though. He's a retired surgeon. Is she going to lose her leg?"

"She's already lost most of it, Gary. There's no doubt about that, unfortunately. My first specialty was in orthopedic surgery, and I can tell you there's no way to save anything below the tourniquet. How complete is your friend's first aid room?"

"I don't know, but I know he's there this week."

"OK. That's where we're taking her," I said. I moved back to Sarah's side.

"Sarah, we're going to put you in the boat and take you to Dr. Garson's cabin. I'm an orthopedic surgeon, and I'm going to see if he has the equipment for me to take care of your leg, OK?"

"Are you going to amputate my foot, Dr.?" she asked, looking deeply into my eyes.

"Yes, honey, I'm afraid so. We're going to leave as much of your leg as we can, but I won't know much until I see how complete Dr. Garson's supplies are."

"Will I keep my knee?" she asked. That was an unusual question for a patient to ask at this point, and it gave me pause. Sarah's eyes looked calmly into mine as she asked the question. Too calmly.

"I'm sorry, honey but your knee is beyond repair." 

The placid, almost relieved look Sarah gave me sent up a red flag, but I had other fish to fry as it were. I made a mental note to follow up on this with her later, and we transported her to the boat on a sleeping bag from her dad's truck.

As it turned out, Dr. Garson was a terrific guy, and he had purposely set up a pretty complete little office to take care of emergencies in the local area, including a small area that would serve as an emergency surgery. He even had a small video system and began taping as soon as we brought Sarah into the cabin. He later told me that it was to document events occurring in the building to forestall malpractice issues. I had to admit that I hadn't thought about that at all. He took his digital video camera and recorded that condition of the injury in detail, and then mounted it in a tripod at the corner of the room on wide angle. 

We spoke to both Sarah and Gary, explaining that we both agreed that an amputation was required, and both of them agreed, although Sarah, at 22, was old enough to have decided for herself. While we were talking, I started an IV and gave Sarah fluids to replace the lost blood volume from the injury, along with some broad-spectrum antibiotics to retard any infections.

Since most modern anesthetics, like Diprivan, have a limited shelf life and are really expensive, Dr. Garson was equipped to do peripheral nerve blocks. He used an ultrasound unit to locate the proper location, and then placed a catheter to feed local anesthetic to the site. The anesthetic took effect very quickly, and Sarah's face relaxed as her leg went numb. 

Once we decided to do the amputation and selected a level, the surgery was really straightforward. I was able to find good circulation and sound bone four inches above the knee, so I cut off the skin several inches below that level, creating a pair of flaps that covered the bone nicely. It is typical to insert a plastic button in the end of the bone to make a smooth surface, but we didn't have that available, so I fashioned a closure from some bone that I removed from the Calcaneus (heel bone). After I gathered the muscle groups together and sutured them over the end of the femur, the stump closed well, and my training in Plastic Surgery came in handy for the skin closure. I was able to close the flap with very small sutures, so hopefully the scar would be small. We placed a drain and bandaged the limb with several layers of padding for the trip down the dirt roads. Dr. Garson volunteered to accompany Sarah to the hospital, and left the nerve block catheter in place, so that he could inject more of the anesthetic as needed to keep Sarah pain free during the trip. All the while, Sarah was propped up in a semi-reclining position, watching my actions with extreme focus. She exhibited no nausea or lightheadedness as far as I could tell, and the look on her face was, for the most part, fascination.

We loaded Sarah and a cooler with the remains of her leg into Dr. Garson's SUV, and as I was propping her up with a sleeping bag, she gathered me into a hug and whispered, "Thank you so much for your help today, Dr. Owen. I owe you." Her green eyes looked deeply into mine, and I brushed her strawberry blonde hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead. "You don't owe me anything, Sarah. I'm just glad I was here," I said.

"Me, too." She smiled and looked down at her new stump. 

Now I was really puzzled. As they drove away, I had a feeling that I would see Miss Sarah again.

I spent a really great 2 weeks at Jack's cabin, although he and his family had to go home partway through the first week. I met up with Bill Garson the night before I had to leave, and over a couple of drinks we had a nice chat. I bridged the topic of Sarah with him, and he said the strangest thing. During the trip to the hospital in Bend, he looked back to check on Sarah, and she had one hand on the top of her propped-up stump, and the other down her shorts. Her nipples were visibly hard, and she appeared to be masturbating! 

When I got back into cell phone range, there was a message from Gary, Sarah's dad. The E.R. Doctor in bend did nothing to change Sarah's amputation site, other than admitting her for observation overnight, and having her go to her G.P. to have the drain removed in a few days, and the stitches after about 12 days. Sarah was recuperating at home, and Gary asked if I would stop by, because she had something for me. Of course I agreed, and said I'd be over soon. 

I pulled into Sarah's driveway on Wednesday at about 4:30, just as her parents were apparently getting in their car to leave. Her mom, Janet, got back out of the car and gave me a tearful hug, expressing her gratitude for taking care of her daughter, and I got a hearty handshake for Gary as well. When I told them that I was checking into a hotel for a couple of days, Janet had a fit, and told me that if I wanted to live through the night, I would sleep in their guest room until I flew home. In fear for my life, I agreed with a laugh, and Gary helped me take my gear to the room above their garage, which was quite comfy and plush. They apologized for leaving, but said that Sarah had gotten them tickets to a Shakespearean play down in Ashland, about three hours away, and that they'd be gone until the weekend. I asked about Sarah, and they said she was in the kitchen.

I waved as they left, and then went in search of Sarah.

I found her in the kitchen, in the process of taking lasagna out of the oven. A pair of forearm crutches was propped against the counter, and she was wearing a gingham apron that looked as if it could have been older than she was. She heel-toed to her left and sat the lasagna on a hot-plate, then closed the oven door and turned it off. 

She slipped off a pair of oven mitts, grabbed the crutches and turned. When she saw me, her face lit up and she crutched smoothly over to me. She gave me a slow hug, and then backed up a step.

"Thank you so much for coming, Dr. Owen! I really wanted to do something to thank you for being there for me, but I'm not very talented except when it comes to food, so I made you dinner. Can I get you a beer or something else to drink?" 

"What do you have for beer, Sarah? And call me Owen, please," I asked.

"Well, my personal favorite is Guinness, Owen, but I have other types as well."

"You can stop right there, Sarah. Guinness is my favorite too, even for pasta." She went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles. She grabbed one in each hand, and sat them on the table, then grabbed an opener from the drawer by the stove and opened them. She moved with such grace that it was hard to believe that she had only been a crutch user for a couple of weeks. 

She took off her apron and revealed a tight pink t-shirt with the cartoon silhouette of an eight-woman rowing shell. Underneath the boat was the statement "Daddy's little girl just kicked your ass!" 

"How long did you row, Sarah?" I asked.

"Up until a couple of weeks ago, actually. I belong to a rowing club in Ashland, where I live."

"Oh," I said. "I guess I thought you lived at home." I stated.

"Not for about three years. I got my degree from SOU in stage management last spring, and I work for the Oregon Shakespeare Festival down there. I was on vacation when we met. I still am, I guess, except that I haven't spent the time quite like I thought I would," she smiled. As she talked, she continued to bring food to the table, both with her crutches and by using her foot to heel-toe sideways. 

Sarah was nearly my height, probably about 5'10", and thin in an athletic, slightly muscular sort of way. Her hips were wide enough that they were womanly, but not too wide for her body type. Her breasts were quite small, but there was a swelling inside her light bra, hinting of largish nipples/aureolas. Her hair was in a high ponytail, which complimented her athletic body. 

I think the most striking think about her, other than the new stump hanging from her right hip, was her skin. Her skin was a creamy white; translucent, but not so thin that you could see the details of her circulatory system, as in some European types. It shone with a remarkable glow, as if illuminated from within. Her stump, unbandaged, moved independently of its former twin, twitching occasionally as it hung limply. The scar on the end was healing nicely, already fading to a dusty pink from its former angry red. The drain incision was a tiny red dot on the lower rear aspect.

"Why do I get the feeling that you are not new to crutches, Sarah?"

"I was in athletics all through school. Everything from softball to gymnastics, and I was kind of a klutz. Rowing was the first sport I have been in where I didn't break, sprain or strain something. I've had these since I was in junior high," she said, holding up the crutches. "Let's eat!"

I dug in with relish. The lasagna was the best I'd ever had, and I complimented her on it and the rest of the meal. 

After we finished, I helped her clean up, and we stood side by side at the sink, talking easily as we washed and dried. The crutches stood unused in the corner of the granite counter. I had replaced them as support for the duration of the operation, and Sarah leant against me once in a while if she lost her balance as she worked.

Dishes done, she handed me a fresh Guinness and I followed her out to the patio near a lovely horizon pool. She sat down at the edge, letting her foot dangle in to cool water. 

"I really miss the pool, Owen. I usually swim every day."

"How long has it been, Sarah?"

"16 days and a few hours," she answered.

"Well, quit missing it and get in! It's been plenty of time!" I said with a smile.

Her head snapped around, and she yelled, "GET. OUT! I can go swimming?"

"Yeah, swimming and bathing is fine after the stitches have been out for a couple of days.

Sarah moved so quickly that she seemed to be a blur. She stood and dropped her jean shorts and panties, then flipped her top and bra over her head and was in the pool before I actually realized she was doing it.

I stood there with my mouth open, watching as she swam and splashed. She was absolutely stunning, and I felt myself wishing I was half my age. I had been right about her breasts. She had very little actual breast tissue, but her aureolas were enormous, sitting high on her chest like halves of ping-pong balls, almost exactly the same color as the surrounding skin. Her nipples were a deep rose color, however, standing proud and puckered, the diameter of my little finger, and deeply creased vertically at the ends. Her pubis was devoid of hair, and as she frolicked, it rose out of the water, no inner labia visible at all. Her navel was pierced, and a gold heart dangled from a matching gold curved barbell of about 8 gauge.

"Why are you still out there?" Sarah asked, wiping the water from her eyes.

"I don't have a suit," I stalled.

"Bullshit. You have one like mine."

"Believe me, Sarah; nobody in this world has one that nice but you."

"Thanks, Doc. Get in here!" she said, a huge smile on her face.

I don't know why, but I turned my back to the pool as I undressed. As my boxers came down, I heard, "Nice butt!" from the pool. As I turned to face her, Sarah was standing in the shallow end of the pool, hopping gently to keep her balance. The sun had just gone down, and her skin glowed amber in the twilight. I think at that moment, she was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. My cock was semi-hard, the foreskin not quite retracted yet. I dove in, and swam to the deep end. 

When I turned around at the end of the pool, Sarah was right next to me. She placed her hands beside me on the edge of the pool, and very slowly trapped me between her body and the end of the pool. Her lovely face was less than six inches from mine, and her green eyes bore into mine with smoldering intensity.

"Umm, Sarah, I don't think this is appropriate behavior between a doctor and a patient," I stammered.

"Do you need to treat me any further, Dr. Owen?" she asked, her head tilted a little to one side.

"Ahh...no, I suppose not."

"Good. You're fired." She said quietly, and then her lips were on mine. Her kisses were languid, but insistent, and I responded in kind. She took my lower lip in her teeth and bit gently as she pulled away, her eyes wide open. She hitched her foot up on the pool wall a little and suddenly I felt the most amazing feeling. She was fondling my cock with her stump! 

As she rubbed my dick with her soft skin, she asked me, "Tell me, Owen. Have you ever fucked a one-legged woman? I've never fucked as a one legged woman, and I have a number of things I'd like to try. Are you interested?"

When Sarah had finished asking her question, I looked down into the clear water between us. Her nipples were hard, wrinkled and enormous. They scrubbed against my chest like fingertips, bending to and fro with Sarah's movements. Below them, I could see her navel ring's heart dancing in the water. 

Below that, deeper in the water, her amputated thigh was bent almost flat against her rippling stomach, and the motion of her hips was sliding the smooth skin of the back of her thigh over my now-rigid member. My foreskin was fully retracted, and the exquisitely sensitive tip of my cock was reeling from the velvety touch of Sarah's stump. My breath sucked in all at once, and as we watched the scene together, I came into the warm water. A moment later, Sarah grunted softly, and her hips pulsed in orgasm as well.

"Sweet Jesus!" Sarah exclaimed, panting softly. "I have never seen anything so erotic in my life. Did I do that to you?"

"I believe you did, Sarah," I said, then kissed her passionately. Sarah waved one hand in the water, moving the ropes of my ejaculate to the filter basket. "Let's go see how comfy your bed is, OK?" she said, hopping in slow motion toward the shallow end. She waited for me at the steps, and we put our arms around each other. I helped her up the steps by holding her by the waist as she stepped up. 




Not Quite a Regular Guy



Once we got to the back door, she released my arm and hopped ahead of me, her stump straight out ahead of her and scissoring with her steps, butt jiggling and wet hair flying. At the door to the guest room stairs, she turned and stood. As she balanced, her stump flailed and her hips swiveled. "Look at my pussy, Owen," she whispered. As I looked, and a silver thread of moisture left her slit and reached slowly toward the carpet, a single droplet at its end. I caught it on my fingertip, and placed it on my tongue, then shared it by touching the tip of her tongue with mine. 

"You taste fantastic," I said. "Yes, I do," she answered. I pulled her to me, feeling her nipples against my chest, grasping her ass in my hands. Her buttocks tightened, and already there was a perceptible difference in the muscle tone underneath the alabaster skin.

Soon, I knew, the muscle tissue underlying this smooth skin would be atrophied and shrunken. Never again would this particular Gluteus Maximus have the tone, size or strength of the other. 

My cock slid between her thighs, and Sarah clamped it between her thigh and stump, rubbing her stump against it slowly as I slid it up against her vulva. 

She backed away again, and used the handrails to hop up the stairway. I looked at her ass as she hopped, and a string of her pungent lube slid off her ass to the floor. My cock was shiny too, her discharge now cooling in the air. When i toped the stairs, she was reclining on the bed, one hand encircling her left nipple, the other caressing her stump. Her leg lay open obscenely, and her pussy gaped for me. I climbed up the bed and lay with my face inches from her sex.

Her outer labia were soft small swellings only two inches long, curving smoothly down into her body. She possessed no inner lips at all, and her vagina was a small circular opening lined with beautiful textured pulsing tissues. Clear viscous fluid was weeping from it in slow rivulets down and over her delicate brown puckered asshole. I circled her vagina with my tongue, tasting her juices and watched as more oozed out to replace my sample. It was slick and tart, and I was instantly addicted. My tongue darted into the opening, and was nearly captured by the clasping of the muscles within.

"Unh!" was all she said. 

At the very top of the oval that was her labia, there was a small dent. I pushed my tongue at it and heard her vagina contract with a lovely wet sound. "My what a delicate little clit you have," I whispered. "It's tiny, but it works really well," she answered, her eyes staring at the top of my head. I slid two finger inside her, causing a gasp from her mouth. I searched until I found the little spongy dome I sought. Pressing my first two fingers against it, I placed my other hand on top of her abdomen and pushed my two hands together as I curled and straightened the fingers inside her. 

"Unh...uh...unh...ohhh...ohhh...ahh...Ohhh! Ohhh! OH FUUUUUCK!" she yelled. Her hips bucked and her thigh slapped against the side of my head as her stump quivered and jerked. My hand filled with clear fluid like urine, except that it was clear and odorless. As her eyes opened, I lapped it out of my hand like the ambrosia it was.

"I'm so sorry," she said. Her shocked face looking past her mound at me. "I've never come so hard that I peed before." I smiled and licked my hand clean. "It's not pee, Sarah, it's ejaculate. You're a squirter. When you cum really hard, your pussy squirts fluid from special glands near your urethra. It has been regarded by many societies as the most holy of fluids for thousands of years. Some societies even have special vessels for capturing it. I'm honored to be your vessel." 

"I've seen it in movies, but it always just looked like pee."

"That's because it probably was pee. Not many women can actually do it."

Sarah pushed on my shoulder until I rolled onto my back. She slid down to me on her knee, and then straddled me, nearly falling off the other side of me when her stump contacted nothing but air. She sat on me abruptly, my rod seemingly coming out of her crotch. 

"I'm so excited, Owen. This is going to be a first."

"You mean you're a Virgin!" I sputtered.

"No, silly! A first as a one legged woman." Her face got serious and she began to descend onto my cock. She was drenched in lube, but she was so tight on me it was almost painful. "Oh, my God! This is absolutely incredible!" she said softly. The loose skin on her stump was quivering with her effort. Her cunt was absolutely spasming around me, and I was afraid that I was going to come with her sitting still. She exhaled with a sigh as she reached my hips with hers, and I felt like she could tear my dick off if she so much as sneezed.

"Owen?" she said.

"Uhh?" was all I could manage.

"I lied. You're my first. I've never had a real cock inside my body before."

I pulled her to me, and as her tiny tits scraped against my chest, I kissed her with all the love I possessed. After a moment, though, my hips seemed to take on a life of their own, and began to pump slowly in and out of Sarah's pussy. She sat up and began to ride me as well, her hips rocking as her stump patted my belly gently with its own movement. I put my hands on her breasts and began to squeeze gently, her aureolas squeezing out from between my fingers. She leaned down for me, and I sucked her left nipple into my mouth. It was pebbly and really hard, but the flesh it projected from was like silk, soft and pliable. I squeezed the fleshy part in my lips and flicked the now cherry-red end with my tongue. 

"Gonnacum...gonnacum...gonnacum...gonaacumgonnacum...gonnaCUM!" Sarah wailed, her body jerking spasmodically. Her pussy felt like it was trying to suck my guts out through the end of my dick, and then I exploded inside Sarah's pussy. Her eyes flew open and just as quickly shut again. "FUCK!" she yelled. "I came again when you shot inside me!"

We lay together for a long time, and the sky darkened into true night. I awoke in a few hours, my penis still inside Sarah's vault. As I looked at her, my hand slid down her side and came to rest on her stump. Instantly, I felt myself begin to harden. I lay there amazed. I could not remember the last time I had come twice in 24 hours, and now it seemed like I had become a porn star. As I caressed her stump, her hips began to sway again, and she awoke.

"Oh God, Owen. I have been reborn. This has been the greatest three weeks of my entire life."

"How is that possible, Sarah?" I wondered aloud. "You've had a life-changing accident and terrible trauma."

"I can explain, but if you are going to be angry, you'll never know why." She looked at me with total sincerity. "It's going to be hard for you to hear, but I want you to hear it because nobody else in my life would understand. I only hope that you will." 

"I think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, Sarah. I know I've only known you for a while, but it feels like forever. If only I weren't so much older..." She put her finger on my lips and squeezed my cock mercilessly. "Never say that again, Owen," she said fiercely. "You are my life-mate. I just don't think you realize it yet."

"So...here's what I have to tell you. You need to know that I had no idea you would be up at the lake on the day my dad and I went shooting, OK?" She clamped down on my dick, just to emphasize her point.

"OK," I said. "But you need to realize that as long as I'm nestled inside your perfect body, I'll agree to anything you want."

"Don't think I'm not aware of that." She smiled.

"When you said I had a perfect body, you meant it. But what you didn't know is how right you were to say it. As far back as I can remember, I have felt, well, wrong. I have never known any contentment with anything I've done in my entire life. I have pretended that everything was fine, but it's been getting harder to do so. In the past few months, I had seriously considered suicide."

Unbidden, tears began to flow down my cheeks and into my ears.

"You're such a good man, Owen. I knew you were the only one I could trust. For the last three weeks, it's been all I could do to contain my joy. Joy I've felt for the first time in my life. I finally feel right!"

"This," she said, holding her stump in her hands and petting it gently, "Was not an accident." 

"What!" 

She clamped me.

Ow!" I said.

"You need to listen all the way to the end, OK?"

I nodded.

She patted her stump.

"Every, single, day of my life, as long as I can remember, I've felt that my body was made wrong. I was never supposed to have this leg. I have hated it since I was a little girl. If you'd seen it before, you'd have seen the scars where I cut slots in it, abused it. Finally, I decided that I had to either do something about it or kill myself. So when dad got out of the truck, I loaded the side-by-side. I raised my leg and aimed so that one barrel would hit my knee, and the other would hit my calf and foot. I had to pull the double triggers with my left hand, or they wouldn't go off at the same time, because I knew that I couldn't do it twice. I know that because I practiced until I got it right. It was me who tied the tourniquet, because my dad passed out when he saw me. This stump; this beautiful, sexy stump is what I needed to make my life complete fir the very first time.

I know you may think I'm crazy, but I've been to counselors trying to get the feelings to go away. What I have is called apotemnophilia. It is the need to become an amputee. There are thousands of people in the world just like me, Owen. They go through their lives feeling miserable and incomplete because they are just wrong. Many of them are braver than me and kill themselves. My heart aches for so many of them, because they are never going to feel what I feel when I touch my stump...that I am complete. I'm whole, the way I have always supposed to have been. I hope you understand. That's what I said when I left the lake, Owen. 'I owe you.' I owe you. I owe you for the fact that I am truly, unbelievably and totally happy for the very first time in my life."

She was crying openly and smiling at the same time.

"Then it would appear that we were indeed made for each other. Life-mates, I think you said. Do you know what the term acrotomophilia means, miss smarty stump?"

"No. Way. No. Fucking. Way. You're a devotee?" she smacked my chest with both hands. 

"Guilty as charged, darling,"I said. "Now what?" 

And that is how it started. But there is more. So much more.



Not Quite an Indecent Proposal



John walks over to the table where his friend Eric is sitting and puts 3 napkins in front of him on the table.

"Read it and weep; three phone numbers from three very beautiful women all in just one trip over to the bar to order a drink." John said.

"Big deal...phone numbers are easy. If you're so good do something that nobody else can." Eric said.

"Like what?" John asked.

"I don't know...something that most guys wouldn't even try." Eric said.

"Okay...I've got it. I'll bet you that I can get any woman in this place to give me her panties." John said.

"No way." Eric said.

"I've got $1,000 that says I can." John said.

He pulled out his money clip and showed Eric the money.

"Okay, I'll call your bluff. Prove it." Eric said.

He pulled out his own money clip and showed his money to John.

"Shall I pick the girl or would you like to?" John asked.

Eric smiled.

"Oh I want to pick her alright. I can't make things easy on you by picking a slut. Okay...let's see...oh...there we go. That's the one...the redhead over at the table in the corner." Eric said.

"The one sitting with a guy that is probably her husband?" John asked.

"That's the one." Eric said.

Eric smiled.

"No problem. Have my money ready...I'll be right back." John said.

John gets up, goes to the bar, and orders 3 glasses of champagne to be taken to the table. The waiter takes the champagne over to the table.

"Excuse me, we didn't order this." Tom said.

"I did. I thought it would be appropriate for a toast." John said.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked.

"My name is John and who might you be?" John asked.

"I'm Tom and this is my wife Lisa." Tom said.

"A pleasure to meet you both. Newlyweds?" John asked.

"How did you know that?" Lisa asked.

"All the signs are there. You're both young, you both keep kissing and touching one another, and you my dear keep looking down at your ring as if to make sure that it's real and you aren't just dreaming." John said.

"Wow, you're very observant. So what's this about a toast?" Lisa asked.

"Oh yes. To the happy couple...may a lifetime of love and happiness follow you home from your honeymoon in Las Vegas." John said.

They all raise their glasses and drink the toast.

"That was actually a better toast than my best man's." Tom said.

"He no doubt was able to make it much more personal since he knows you, whereas I am someone that you just met." John said.

"Yes, about that, why did you come over here?" Lisa asked.

"Several reasons. Number one I wanted to congratulate you on your marriage; it is such a wonderful thing to find someone to spend the rest of your life with. Secondly I was curious about how you're making out in the casinos. Newlyweds don't tend to do very well because all the thoughts of love and happiness are very distracting." John said.

Tom and Lisa look at John in disbelief.

"Am I to assume that you have not done very well?" John asked.

"We're down $1,500." Lisa said.

"Money that we probably shouldn't have spent on gambling. I don't know how we're going to get out of this little hole we've dug ourselves into." Tom said.

"So $1,500 is a significant amount of money for you?" John asked.

"It's almost 2 months rent where we live." Lisa said.

"Then that is definitely a significant amount of money. Would you be interested in getting $1,000 of that money back?" John asked.

He looked Lisa up and down.

"Listen pal we don't go for that Indecent Proposal stuff...and certainly not for a measly $1,000." Tom said.

"Oh no, I think there's been a misunderstanding. I would never offer to buy sexual favors from another man's wife. But there is something that Lisa has that I would gladly give you $1,000 cash for right now." John said.

"And just what in the hell is that?" Tom asked.

John looked at Tom and then looked at Lisa.

"Her panties." John said.

"What kind of sick freak are you?" Tom asked.

John is about to respond but Lisa speaks first.

"You would really give us $1,000 for the panties that I have on right now?" Lisa asked.

"Yes I would." John said.

"Show me the money." Lisa said.

"Lisa what are you doing?" Tom asked.

"I'm trying to get back some of the money we lost. $1,000 seems like a fair price for a silly pair of panties. So if he's got the cash he can have them." Lisa said.

John pulls out his money clip and counts out 10 $100 bills and puts them on the table in front of Tom and Lisa.

"This is just for the panties right? Nothing else?" Lisa asked.

"Just the panties." John said.

"Okay. Excuse me for a minute." Lisa said.

Lisa got up from the table and headed to the bathroom.

"Okay so man to man what the fuck are you going to do with my wife's panties?" Tom asked.

"A friend of mine over there bet me $1,000 that I couldn't get them. So when I collect the $1,000 on the bet it will end up where he paid you for them." John said.

"So you aren't some sicko that's going to jerk off with them or something?" Tom asked.

"Nope. In fact if she wants them back she can have them once I collect on the bet." John said.

Lisa comes back with a small black ball in her hand. She holds her hand out to John and hands him the panties. He discreetly checks to be sure that they really are panties and not some other piece of cloth. He finds that the crotch is damp.

"See...there you go. Now you're only $500 in the hole and all it cost you was a pair of panties. Have a great evening, enjoy the rest of your honeymoon here in Las Vegas and hopefully that toast will come true." John said.

John gets up from the table, walks back over to Eric, and takes the money that Eric is holding out.

"I guess I should have specified that you couldn't buy them. How much did they cost you?" Eric asked.

"They didn't cost me a dime. They cost you $1,000." John said.

"No wonder she gave them to you so quickly if you paid her $1,000 for them." Eric said.



Not Quite as Planned



As she unlocked the door to the hotel room her lover was right behind her, one hand gripping her neck and the other yanking her tight skirt up and groping her arse. He forced two fingers into her little hole and jerked upwards, rough, to make her gasp.

"Get inside and don't make a sound."

She stumbled into the room and he kicked the door shut. 

He grabbed her skirt and ripped it away, leaving her standing in blouse and stockings, with her panties pulled down around her thighs. 

He looked her up and down: her mussed hair, skin-tight top, torn black lace panties and clean shaven mound. 

"You really want this, don't you?" He looked her up and down again, then left his eyes on her bare cunt. 

"You were gonna tease me and make me want my cock up inside that cunt, and then you planned to send me home to jerk off by myself; that was the idea, wasn't it? But now you want me." He smiled, "You're gonna get me, baby girl; you just don't know how bad you're gonna get me!" 

He forced himself against her and grabbed her top, twisting it between her breasts, pushing her off balance so that she fell back across the bed. He was on her. He grabbed one leg to keep her from kicking him, and with the other hand he caught the gusset of her panties and yanked them down. Keeping hold of the leg trapped against his chest he grabbed her other ankle and slipped it free of the elastic, and then pulled her legs wide apart.

Both of them were breathing heavy; he above her, staring between her splayed legs, the girl below and unable to twist free of him. He bent a little to look more closely and she jerked her knee up, nearly clipping him in the chin.

"You little bitch!" 

He wrenched her legs further apart and jerked them high. Her hips came off the bed and she flailed for balance, clutching at the blanket as she fell and hit the floor. 

Her head reeled. She barely grasped what was happening as he fumbled at his belt and zip, and then oof! he dropped heavily onto her. His hand was between her legs, mauling her cunt, searching for the hole. His fingers were rough. He rubbed hard against her cunt lips and prodded them open, probing inside, frigging her. He pressed down on her clit painfully and when she yelped he pulled his fingers out and pressed his hand down over her mouth. 

"Shut up!" he whispered. 

He moved his cock into position to fuck her. She was dry and sore from his fingering, and he had to jerk his hips to force his way into her cunt. Then her hole dampened and opened for him, and she begin to cry. He forced his thick shaft inside and penetrated her. 

He was raping her, and it wasn't anything like she'd planned. It hurt. She couldn't push him off, she couldn't breathe. His hand pressed her lips into her teeth and she could taste blood. His cock was reaming her cunt. She was barely wet and it wasn't nearly enough to protect her from his pounding. 

"Fuck, you're so tight!" he whispered against her ear. "Such a sweet, tight snatch. I could fuck you all night."

He changed his rhythm from short, fast thrusts to long, reaming stabs. "Lift your legs, sweet cheeks, I want to fuck you til my cock comes out your arse." 

At first she wouldn't. He moved his hand up to her naked tit begin to fondle it, teasing, lightly pinching the hardening nipple, and then suddenly he twisted it, viciously. "Lift your slut legs!"

She cried out, but then jerked her legs into the air and wrapped them around his hips as if she wanted to pull him deeper into her.

"That's how I like it, baby," he panted, "that's sweet. I'm so deep up your cunt."

He was fucking her so hard that they were jerking forward across the floor. She raised her arms to keep her head from hitting the wall, and he dug his knees into the carpet and pounded into her cunt like a rutting bull.

"I'm gonna fill you with cum! Tell me you want it, you whore! Tell me to fuck you!"

And she did want him; suddenly she knew she needed to feel him spurt inside her. 

"I need your cum!" she gasped, "I need you to fuck me hard, so hard, give it to me, cum in me!"

And he shouted, and spasmed, and his balls were firm between her arse cheeks as he emptied them into her.



Not Quite Closure



This is a story based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.



When I was 16 I was in a car accident. I ended up with a fractured ankle and sprained ligaments in my left knee. When I was taken to the hospital they weren't really sure what was going on in my knee so they just threw a cast on my whole leg and sent me on my way. It wasn't until my ankle healed six weeks later and the cast came off that we found out about the ligaments, since my knee had blown up like a balloon while the rest of my leg atrophied. It would take a lot of long, hard rehabilitation to get the full range of motion back in my knee; only I never went to rehab. It wasn't until after I graduated high school that I took to riding my bike around the neighborhood to strengthen my knee. And that's how I ended up in front of my old friend Jenny's house.

Looking back now it seems so odd that I had a female best friend in high school. I was completely socially awkward. I was interested in girls, but the ones I was interested in had no interest in me. Then I met Jenny. Even though we only lived a couple of miles apart we didn't meet until we got to high school. The way our district was carved up we went to different elementary and middle schools. Even when we got to high school it took us nearly our whole freshman year to get acquainted with each other, even though we were both in the orchestra. I played cello and she played viola. It was only on a class trip late in our freshman year that we were introduced by mutual friends. Ironically our meeting was overshadowed by another girl in our group who decided that I was her soul mate that day, but afterwards we hardly spoke again. I didn't understand it at the time and still have no idea what that was all about.

During our sophomore year we slowly began to gravitate towards each other. You know how these things start in school... recognizing each other in the hallway and saying hello... little conversations before and after orchestra that would slowly get longer and more familiar. Then we would start getting together with our mutual friends after school, my best friend at the time was another cellist named Bill, and hers was a male viola player. As best friends go, Bill left a lot to be desired for me. I was more his choice than he was mine. He smoked, drank, and chased women, and I didn't have any interest in any of those things. I was the quiet type. I enjoyed music and video games, staying in and watching television. When Bill and I would hang out he would play video games with me but I always felt that pressure to be more like him. I know, I know. I was boring. But I was who I was, and I was definitely hoping for a change in my life, and it turned out to be Jenny.

As luck would have it, so was Jenny. Soon after we became friends she had some sort of falling out with her best friend. I heard from Bill that one day she dumped a pitcher of iced tea over his head or something and that was the end of their friendship. Jenny looked to me to fill the void and I was happy to do it.

Having a female friend was different. Having a female best friend was much, much different. For one thing, it meant long phone conversations. We would get home from school in the afternoons and call each other and talk for hours. It wasn't something male friends did with each other. It's hard to even remember now what we talked about through all that time. I think Jenny did a majority of the talking. She had a rare gift of being able to remember whole conversations, or at least be able to pretend that she could remember whole conversations that she could relate to me word for word. Then she would be able to describe what they were wearing to me in perfect detail. I marveled at the way she saw the world. I would start by telling her everything that had happened in my day in 30 seconds and she would go on for an hour. I would just lay on the couch in the living room and listen to her voice.

It took me a while to realize that I was attracted to Jenny. She was 5 foot 3 but well-proportioned. She had a pretty, round face with brown eyes and thick shoulder-length brown hair. By the time my backwards teenage mind had figured it all out, we were too firmly ensconced in 'the friend zone' for me to do anything about it. At least, that was the way I thought. She was the most important thing in my life by then and the fear that making any kind of romantic overture would ruin that kept me from saying anything.

By now we were juniors. Jenny had quit the orchestra. I think a combination of the fact that she felt awkward being around Ralph, her former best friend, and the fact that she wasn't very good anyway helped her to decide to give it up. She was still my closest friend, even though we had nothing in common. We talked on the phone a lot, and she even offered to join a bowling league with me. She was a terrible bowler. Her balls used to wobble slowly down the lane and we would all make fun of her. We would make up silly names for each other to input into the electronic scorekeeper and hers was "Jen-if-ever." You know, as in if the ball would ever get down the lane. It was lame but we were 16-17 years old, and it cracked us up.

Then my car accident happened, ending my bowling career for the time being. Jenny quit along with me. I think she was relieved, because she didn't like bowling much. During my time in a cast Jenny would come and spend time with me but a change had started to come over her. One time while I was hobbling along with my crutches Jenny deliberately knocked me over. She wasn't the sweet, nice girl that I had become friends with anymore, and I didn't understand why. We would still talk on the phone, but she started talking about hating people and the negative things she started saying turned me off a little. Ralph and Bill would warn me that she wasn't a nice person and that I should distance myself from her. Well, they used harsher language than that, but I ignored them. She was my best friend, after all. By that point I was completely taken by her. I was intoxicated by her presence. I couldn't imagine my life without her. You know, all of those crazy romantic things you believe when you're young.

Another thing about Jenny was that she was completely boy crazy. It seemed like every week there was another boy in our school that she was crazy about. She would have to tell me all about it and I hated every minute of it. It made me jealous, and put me in a constant cycle of fear and relief. Fear that she would actually start dating the guy and relief when she quickly lost interest. It also made it even more difficult for me to ever find a way to tell her how I actually felt about her, since she always going on about one boy or another, when was I supposed to turn around and say, hey, what about me?

It was late in our junior year when my worst fears were realized. One of the guys that Jenny had become interested in reciprocated. She now had a boyfriend and didn't have much time for me anymore. We rapidly drifted apart, punctuated by a brief meeting in the hallway after class when I asked her why she was giving me the cold shoulder, and she replied "Nothing's wrong with me." Looking back it seems like such an offhand remark, but at the time something snapped inside of me, and I stormed off. I was determined to never speak to her again.

In our senior year we completely avoided each other. I lost track of her and didn't even know what was going on in her life. I didn't know if she was still with the guy, or if she had gone back to her previous boy craziness. We were in a pretty large school with almost 2,000 kids, so it was easy to lose track of people if you weren't in any classes with them. In the meantime I found a new best friend. A male one with a lot of the same interests as me and we hung out all the time. He knew Jenny years ago and didn't like her, and we would spend a lot of time gleefully verbally abusing her. As for my non-existent romantic life, I spent my senior year pining over two women, one a willowy redhead that I met when I had a small role in one of our school's theater productions, and the other a pretty blonde cellist, neither of which had any interest in me whatsoever. At least the pretty blonde cellist was kind enough to string me along for most of the year. It helped to keep me occupied. But I'm not bitter or anything.

Finally the end of high school came and we graduated. I was accepted to an out-of-state school, and I couldn't wait to leave my hometown. I was looking forward to a fresh start, but my knee was still bothering me. I got the idea to start riding my bike around, first just up and down the block, but as my knee got stronger during the first few weeks of summer, I would range further and further away. One day I rode all the way to Jenny's house. I don't think I consciously set out to go there, but all of a sudden, there it was. The first time I went there I stopped in front of her house and stared at it for a minute. It looked empty, anyway. I turned around and headed home. The next day I rode straight there, and I stayed a little longer. The third day I went there I saw a car in the driveway. I had been all sorts of angry and frustrated with Jenny. Angry that our friendship ended the way it did, and frustrated that nothing had ever happened between us. She had turned out to be my best chance of having some sort of romantic relationship with a girl before I left for college and nothing ever happened. I knew that I would be going away in a couple of months and it felt like nothing that had happened really mattered anymore. I remember sitting in front of her house for the longest time with a weird feeling in my gut. Do I really want to knock on her door? I had no idea what she was up to these days. Was she single? Was she engaged? Who knows what I would walk into. Finally curiously overcame my anxieties and I walked my bike up to the front door.

Jenny answered the door. She was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. She said she was surprised to see me. I told her I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by.

Jenny looked at the bike that I was holding. "How is your leg?" she asked.

"It's better," I replied, "Riding the bike has been helping my knee."

"Well, that's good," she said, and I saw her gaze turn thoughtfully to my bum knee.

We fell into an awkward silence. I wasn't sure what to say to her next, but when she didn't speak for a while, I felt like I had to say something. "I'm going away to college in a couple of months," I said.

"I know," Jenny replied, "I saw it on that sheet they put up." For some reason our school would post up a list of students and the schools they told the guidance counselors they were going to. I guess there was a good reason. I just didn't know what it was. I'm sure it served some kind of purpose, like you would know if any of your classmates were also going to your school, but it kind of felt like an invasion of privacy to me. "Is that why you're here," Jenny continued, "To say goodbye?"

I was caught off-guard by the straight-forward question. I didn't consciously know why I was there. Maybe she was right. I did what I always did when I didn't know what to say, I started to babble, "Well, I don't know..." I said, "I was just riding my bike around the neighborhood and I just kept ending up here... I don't know, maybe I'm looking for some kind of closure..."

"Okay, OKAY." Jenny said, stopping my rambling. "Well, I'd love to spend a day with you, just like we used to. It's too late in the day now. Why don't you come back early afternoon tomorrow, if you're free?"

"Yeah, I'm free," I replied. "Okay, I'll be here tomorrow, around 1?"

"That's fine," Jenny said, "And bring a bathing suit. See you then." She gave me one of those looks. You know those looks. I would get them from women every once in a while. I never knew what they meant but they always drove me crazy. Then she turned around and closed the door behind her. I was left to wonder what tomorrow would bring.

I thought about it during the bike ride home. I thought about it all evening, which I spent at my best friend Bob's house, playing video games. I didn't tell him I went to see Jenny. He probably wouldn't understand it any better than I did. I thought about it most of the night, instead of sleeping. What was I thinking? Why did I want to go spend a day with a girl that blew me off and made me so angry? I considered just not showing up. That would show her, I thought. But in the end I knew that I was going to spend the day with her.

We were having a heat wave, and the next day was a hot one, easily 90 degrees. I set out for Jenny's house in a t-shirt and bathing trunks instead of shorts. Even as I rode my bike there my mind was still whirling around about what was going to happen. I got to her house and knocked on the door, nervous and sweaty. Jenny answered the door, dressed pretty much the same as the day before in a t-shirt and shorts.

"Hello," Jenny said, her gaze taking me in, "Come on back by the pool." I followed her through the house and into the yard, where there was a decent sized in-ground pool. I idly wondered if anyone else was around. She lived with her parents and younger brother. "Kenny is at summer camp," Jenny said, as if she was reading my mind, "So we have the house to ourselves for the day."

As I stepped into her yard a wave of deja-vu came over me. I looked off towards a group of trees in the corner of her yard and lost myself in a memory.

It was a fourth of July party after our sophomore year. She invited a group of her friends over. We went swimming and had pizza for dinner, and then we gathered in the far corner of the yard. We ended up playing truth or dare. There was something like 6 girls and 4 boys, so the ratio was good for the guys, but Jenny was the only one I was interested in. I was even vaguely aware that some of her friends were trying to get us together that night, but I was scared. I knew I wanted it but I didn't know what Jenny wanted. We got dared to kiss three or four times. We kissed briefly, the butterflies going crazy in my stomach. By the last time everyone was rooting for us to French kiss but we didn't. I only got kissed one other time, by a girl that supposedly liked me but I had no interest in her. I only had eyes for Jenny.

Once the game was over, we were heading back towards the house for dessert. A couple of her friends held me back. "You should totally ask her out," one of them said.

"Oh, I don't know," I stammered. "You know... we're best friends and all..."

"You guys would make a great couple," the other one replied, and they kept walking towards the house.

I was fighting that great internal war, the one where the desire to have Jenny as my girlfriend went up against the chance of losing her as my best friend. Finally, at that one moment, danger won out over safety. I was ready to take the chance. "Fine, I'll do it!" I said. Nobody heard me say it. I never acted on it. Nobody ever brought it up again. 

"Are you coming in?" Jenny was asking me. I blinked myself back to reality. I had spaced out so completely that Jenny had already stripped to a one-piece bathing suit and was heading toward the pool.

"I'm fine," I replied, "Just... thinking." I pulled off my t-shirt and followed her to the pool. I was tall and lanky, 5 foot 11 and barely 120 pounds. I was skinny but I had spent the past spring break raking leaves which built up my arms, and all of the bike riding had built up my calves while it rehabilitated my knee. I had a nice tan from riding my bike around in the sun every afternoon. None of it seemed to interest Jenny, however. She was off swimming down the length of the pool. I followed her in. The heat wave had made the water insanely warm, so after sticking a toe in the water to test the temperature, I jumped right in.

We swam around for a while. Every couple of minutes one of us would look over at the other and smile. Eventually we got tired of swimming around and settled in the shallow end, chatting about our lives. Yes, Jenny was single. She was staying home and going to the local community college in the fall. I filled her in on the more interesting points of my life that she missed. We talked to each other like nothing had ever happened.

Eventually, Jenny swam out to deeper waters. "Help, help, I'm drowning!" She cried. It was one of our old pool games. She liked playing the damsel in distress. I would swim out and 'save' her. I swam over and grabbed her, and started pulling her back towards the shallow end. I picked her up once my feet touched the bottom, something I wasn't strong enough to do outside the pool, but it was easy here since she weighed almost nothing in the water, and carried her in my arms across the pool. It was just like old times, and just like always, the feel of her wet, half-naked flesh on mine got me completely aroused.

I used to be a little embarrassed by it. I'd be carrying her around in the pool with a huge erection pressing against her. I wasn't sure if she felt it or knew what was going on at the time, but eventually I would realize that the whole thing was a cheap thrill for both of us. 

I carried her around the pool mock-triumphantly, like I had done a great deed, Jenny in my arms with her arms around my neck, and my hard-on pressing into her thigh. Jenny looked up at me and smiled. "My hero," she said melodramatically. 

I responded in the usual way. Gathering her up, I tossed her back into the water. She came back up, sputtering and laughing. I scooped her up again, carried her around for a bit, and tossed her back into the water. This went on for a while, until we got our fill of the pool. All the while my erection must have been clearly visible in my flimsy swim trunks, my full length pointed straight up towards my belly button.

We climbed out of the pool, and Jenny handed me a towel to dry myself off with. My erection eventually subsided. She invited me inside to watch television. It was time for her soap opera, General Lives or Days of Our Children or something like that. I didn't bring anything to change into so I stayed in my bathing trunks and put my shirt back on, leaving the towel around my waist so that I didn't get everything wet. Jenny put on a white t-shirt over her bathing suit. We went into her basement and scrunched together into the recliner, just like we used to.

Jenny was watching the show but I was bored. My mind wandered and my eyes wandered with it. Then my eyes wandered and my mind followed them along. My eyes found their way to one of Jenny's legs and started to trail up it. She wasn't very tall but she had nice, shapely legs. My eyes reached her bikini line and I saw that some of the hairs from her pussy were peeking out of the side of her bathing suit. It was as much as I had ever seen of a woman's private parts, except for my father's Playboy magazines. I found myself trying to imagine what the rest of her pussy looked like underneath her swimsuit. My dick was stirring, and suddenly I was very uncomfortable sitting next to her.

Luckily, that was the moment that Jenny decided to play another one of our old "games". Without warning, she would suddenly try to punch me in the crotch. She usually missed, but this time she scored a glancing blow to my half-erection. I leapt off the recliner and onto the floor, more stunned than hurt. Yes, Jenny was probably a bit of a sadist, but for all I knew I was a masochist because it never kept me away from her before. I glared at her from where I landed on the floor.

"Did I get it?" She asked enthusiastically. I would just glare at her. "Come back," Jenny said softly, "I'll be good." She patted the empty half of the recliner that I just vacated.

Reluctantly, I got up and sat back down. I'll bet anybody could guess what was going to happen next. After another minute she was going to try to hit me in the crotch again. This time I was ready for it and grabbed her arm. She struggled to get it free but I was stronger than she was. Next she would try to bite the arm that was holding her. Some days I used to leave her house with teeth marks on my hands and arms. I pulled my arm and hers along with it until she couldn't reach it with her mouth. We wrestled around in the chair until we tumbled off of it and onto the floor. I rolled on top of her and pinned her arms down. None of this was new. It all happened like this hundreds of times before.




Not Quite Closure



Jenny kept playfully trying to bite at my arms, even though I held them far enough away from her mouth. She struggled to get loose, but I had her pinned and I was much stronger than she was. Finally she did what she knew would get herself free. She yelled "Rape!"

Even though I knew that, for one thing, I had no intention of raping her, and I'm sure she knew that too, and secondly, nobody was around to hear her anyway, that was always a huge turnoff for me. With a scowl I rolled off of her and plopped back down in the recliner. Jenny got off the floor and sat back down next to me. "Aww, don't worry," she said, "I still love you."

I felt it was weird enough for her to say that when we were friends. On this day, this last day, this closure, whatever this was supposed to be, it just sounded bizarre. I looked at her, quizzically. She stared back at me. Part of my mind started to wonder if she actually meant what she said. We were very close for a long time. What if we did love each other?

My subconscious mind suddenly went on alert. I knew Jenny too well, and the subtle signs that she was tensing up to strike again registered in the back of my mind. So I was ready for her again, grabbed her hand, and the wrestling match began anew. Within a minute I had her pinned to the floor again, with Jenny mockingly calling, "Rape!" to nobody in particular.

This time, however, something clicked. Maybe it was thinking about love, but here I was, staring at her pretty face, and wondering why I never thought to just kiss it before. Actually, I realized that I had, many, many times, but I was always afraid to act on it, because of the friendship factor. But this time there was no more friendship to worry about. This was all about closure. It was all about unfinished business. This was all about doing what I should have done all along before I left town. There was nothing left to lose anymore. Finally I shut her up the way I probably was always supposed to, the way that Jenny probably hoped that I would. I leaned down and kissed her. 

For a few moments Jenny was still, and I began to worry that I had indeed been right in my apprehension all of these years, we were nothing more than friends, and at least I had never ruined it by trying to turn it into something more. But I must have just caught her off guard, because she soon responded enthusiastically, moaning and thrusting her tongue into my mouth.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, kissing feverishly. Then suddenly Jenny broke the kiss long enough to say, "Better late than never, I guess," and while I was left pondering what she said, she threw all of her weight against me and rolled us over so that she was on top. My towel had come off at some point during the wrestling, so that when she pressed herself against my crotch, there was nothing but our flimsy bathing suits in between. I was sure this time that she could feel my erection pressing against her. She grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me deeply. Her hips began to move against my crotch. I could feel the warmth between her legs. I had my arms around her, caressing up and down her back and into her hair.

I lost track of time. We might have been kissing for a few minutes or a few hours. I was only aware of her lips against mine, the way her tongue felt mine, the way her body felt against mine. Eventually she broke the kiss again, gazing deep into my eyes. "God you make me so hot," she whispered, "Let's go to my room."

She climbed off of me and offered me her hand. I took it and she helped me to my feet. Once I was standing she took her other hand and gently placed it on my crotch. "I didn't hurt it, did I?" She asked. I flinched, but I shook my head no. "Good," she said, and began to lead me up the stairs to her bedroom.

We were silent on the way to her room. I was wondering if I should say something, how long I had wanted to kiss her but I didn't know how she would respond, and how I was afraid of ruining our friendship, but I think she understood anyway. We got to her room pretty quickly. We were practically running up the stairs. Finally we reached her room. Jenny pulled off the t-shirt that she was wearing. She was now just in her one-piece. I could see the outline of her aroused nipples through the suit and I longed to touch them. Jenny lay back on her bed and beckoned for me to join her.

I had been in her room plenty of times before. It still had the same fruity scent of a perfume that I had bought for her for her birthday one year. Forever after when I smelled something similar my mind would be transported right back there. I took a deep breath, and then I climbed onto the bed and straddled her. Before I could lean down Jenny grabbed my t-shirt around my waist and pulled it off of me, so now we were both in just our bathing suits. I lowered myself onto her, covering her body with mine, and kissed her again. I started to idly wonder how far we were going to go. Jenny started running her nails up and down my back, leaving little scratches. Jenny broke our kiss and started to kiss my neck and shoulders, and I reciprocated, kissing any part of her bare flesh that I could reach. She tasted like chlorine. She slid one of her bare legs against mine, and then wrapped it around me, putting our crotches right up against each other. Jenny started rocking her hips, pressing my erection into her.

It should have felt really good, but the mesh insides of my bathing suit weren't really meant for this kind of thing. My dick was starting to chafe from being rubbed against it. I pulled away from Jenny suddenly.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"The suit," I replied, "It's uncomfortable."

Jenny looked at my crotch and I followed her gaze. The tip of my penis was pressed up against the waistband. It almost found its way out all on its own. "Well, it sure looks like something wants to come out and play," Jenny said, and she reached up to where I was hovering over her and pulled my bathing suit off and down my legs. "Hello," she said to my dick playfully, "I always used to wonder what you would look like. I'm glad I found out." She sat up and gave it a playful poke. It twitched in response, and Jenny giggled. "Well, since you're naked I may as well return the favor," she said, and pulled her bathing suit off of her shoulders and down to her waist. 

I stared at her naked torso. Her breasts were large and soft, with large, pink nipples. I tentatively reached out to touch one, my hand slowly feeling its way around her breast and then settling on her nipple. Jenny gasped, and I could feel the nipple grow hard and puckered with my touch.

Jenny pulled me to her again, and we fell back down to the bed, kissing. After a few moments Jenny reached down to pull her suit the rest of the way off of her legs. I climbed off of Jenny and to the side to make it easier for her. I began to fondle her breasts, caressing and kneading them. Once Jenny pulled her suit off she reached for my suit that was still around my ankles. I shifted my position and helped her pull them off. Now we were both completely naked. I took a moment to gaze at her naked body, from her breasts to her slightly rounded belly down to the pussy that I was only recently wondering about.

Meanwhile Jenny had reached out and was slowly touching my penis. She began by lightly tracing along the sides with her fingers, which felt amazing. Then she took it firmly in her hand and began stroking it. I was young and horny, staring at my first naked woman in the flesh, who in turn was giving me my first hand job. All of the arousal of the afternoon was quickly catching up with me. I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. I grabbed Jenny's wrist to stop her. "I'm close," I said.

"It's okay," Jenny said, and tickled the sensitive underside of my cock with her fingers. This was enough to push me over the edge, and suddenly I came, a huge load of cum shooting up into the air and landing on her belly. I grunted and rocked my hips through my orgasm while Jenny resumed her stroking. My orgasm subsided and I fell back on my haunches, spent and embarrassed.

"Wow!" Jenny exclaimed, staring at the cum on her belly. "That was awesome! I've never seen that before! Can you do it again?"

I stared at her for a moment. I'd gotten so used to people around me abusing her, calling her a slut and a whore, that I believed it all. "You've never done this before?" I asked her.

"No," Jenny replied, "What did you think, that all of those jealous assholes were telling the truth? I did some stuff with my boyfriend but I ended up dumping him when he pressured me to do things I wasn't ready for. First of all I wanted to wait until I turned eighteen. Second, I wanted my first time to be with someone I really cared about."

Taken aback, I went into stammer mode again, "I... umm... wow... I never knew... you know... I'm sorry... glad..."

"Forget about it," Jenny cut me off. "The important thing is that we're here, now." We smiled at each other goofily. Jenny reached over to her night table and took a couple of tissues. She wiped the cum off of her belly and handed me the other tissue to wipe the cum off of my penis. Some of it had landed on the bed, too. I pointed it out to Jenny. "Don't worry about it," she said with a wave of her hand, "I'm sure it'll come out in the wash. You never answered my question," she continued, "Can you do it again?"

Of course I could, I said to myself. I was eighteen, young and virile. I was an only child and my parents worked all day, so when there was nothing else to do I would find whatever pornographic materials I could get my hands on and get myself off multiple times a day. It's probably what I would have been doing right then if I wasn't with Jenny. I guess all of that practice was about to pay off. "Sure I can," I said.

"Good," Jenny replied. She had gotten up to throw the soiled tissues in the trash. Now she was rummaging in one of her dresser drawers. She came back to the bed holding a condom. I had never seen one outside of sex education class. I was surprised to see that Jenny had any. I was also nervous. Of all the scenarios I had been able to imagine about how this day would turn out, somehow I missed the possibility that I might actually be having sex with Jenny.

Jenny put the condom on the night table and lay back on the bed. "Would you touch me?" Jenny asked.

I was still listing all of the reasons it wasn't a good idea to have sex in my mind. Her question took me by surprise. "What?" I asked.

"I remember those neck massages you used to give me," Jenny said, "You have great hands. I want to feel them all over my body."

That sounded easier than sex, I thought to myself. "I can do that," I said to Jenny, and crawled back beside her. I started slowly, running one hand along her neck and clavicle, working my way towards her breasts. I ran my fingers up and down the valley between her breasts, and then traced my fingers around her breasts and to her nipples. I played with each nipple until it got hard.

Jenny was clearly enjoying herself. Her breathing got heavier, and she started stroking my thigh with her hand. I stayed around her breasts, enjoying the feel of them, touching them lightly and then kneading them, brushing her nipples lightly with my fingers and then tweaking them. After a while Jenny got impatient and took my right hand with her left, leading it slowly down her belly and to her pussy.

I wasn't as sure of myself down there. I could kind of guess how to touch her breasts, but pussies were more of a mystery to me. I traced my fingers around her pussy hairs until I found her opening between her legs. It was moist and fleshy. I tentatively felt my way around, watching Jenny closely for signs that I was in the right place. Eventually I touched an odd lump of flesh that made Jenny gasp. Sensing that I was onto something, I continued to play with it, rolling it around with my fingers.

"Yeah, that's it," Jenny breathed, "Right there. Keep doing that." Jenny began to buck her hips, and in response I began to rub my fingers against it faster. "Yeah... yeah... yeah... OH FUCK!!!" Jenny screamed as her orgasm hit her. I kept up what I was doing until Jenny reached down and pulled my hand away. "That was amazing, thank you," Jenny said.

I brought my fingers to my nose. I don't know what made me do it, but I guess I wondered what it smelled like. It had an odd odor, something I could never compare to anything else. Jenny reached over and handed me the condom. "I want you inside me," she said.

All the nervousness came rushing back. I couldn't deny that getting Jenny off had made me rock hard all over again, but actual sex was a huge issue. Growing up in the 90's you were bombarded with warnings about the consequences, like pregnancy and disease. I had become convinced that I was going to wait until I was married. Was it really worth the risk?

Jenny seemed to know what I was thinking. "Don't be scared," Jenny said, "We've come this far. I'm a virgin and you're a virgin. We'll use a condom and I'm also on the pill. There's no chance of anything bad happening." I still hesitated. "Come on, don't you want me?" She asked, batting her eyelashes at me.

I think, in the end, curiosity and pure horniness won out over common sense. I ripped open the wrapper and tentatively slid the condom onto my hard cock. I maneuvered myself between Jenny's legs. Jenny held her arms out to me and I fell into her, kissing her as I lined myself up with her.

I wasn't expecting how hard it would be to actually enter her. I had heard some of my more perverse buddies go on about 'tight pussy' and 'loose pussy' but I didn't really understand what any of it meant until then. I had to reach back with my hand to find the entrance, somewhere below the lump of flesh that Jenny liked me touching so much. Once I found it I tried to jam my cock against it. Nothing happened. I probed around with my fingers, finding her opening and sliding one of them in a little to show myself that it could be done. Jenny squirmed beneath me. Eventually I was able to push the tip of my cock into her pussy. Once I was able to establish a beachhead I slowly began to work my way in, bit by bit.

Jenny gasped once I was about halfway in. "Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked.

"A little bit," Jenny said truthfully. I felt awful that it was making her uncomfortable, and wondered if I should stop. "But it'll get better," Jenny said. "Just go slow."

Encouraged, I worked my way in a little more, and then started rocking back and forth a little, just moving my dick around in the same area. It started to get a little easier to move around. I was able to slide in deeper still.

Jenny gasped. "Yeah, that feels good," she said. "Keep doing that."

I kept it up, sliding in little by little and rocking my hips around to loosen it up, until I was all the way in. I felt my pelvic bone against hers. I pulled back a bit and thrust myself back in.

Jenny gave a little cry. "Did I hurt you?" I asked. Jenny nodded, tears in her eyes. "Slower," she whispered.

I stopped moving altogether and wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that for the longest time. Occasionally I would kiss the side of her neck or her cheek. After a while I began to rock my hips again, moving myself around inside her in tiny increments. I could feel there was a little less resistance. I started to move myself around a little more.

"That feels better," Jenny said. We graduated to small thrusts. I would move in and out, in and out. I got a little rhythm going. It started to feel really good for me.

I think it began to feel really good for Jenny too. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, locking her ankles against my legs and trying to control my thrusts. "Harder," she whispered.

I began to move faster and thrust deeper, letting Jenny help guide me. The problem was the more I was able to move the more stimulated I got. Within a minute or so I could feel my orgasm building. "I'm gonna cum," I whispered in Jenny's ear. I had the idea that I should pull out of her to further minimize the risk of anything happening, but Jenny held me tightly to her, and before I could do anything else my orgasm hit me, and I felt myself cum inside of her, thrusting for all I was worth.

I lost track of Jenny, I don't know if she had an orgasm or not, but when I was done I fell against her, spent and exhausted. I pulled out of her quickly, and we lay there, sweaty and out of breath.

We were quiet for several minutes, but eventually Jenny spoke. "Thank you," she said, "I never met anyone else I trusted to be my first. I knew you would be gentle, patient, and understanding."

"No problem," I said. "Thank you," I added. We were silent for several more minutes. "So what happens now?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, I mean, I'm going off to college soon, and I don't know if we... umm... what this means... I'll be home for a while longer... and coming back for breaks..."

Jenny quieted me with a kiss. "Stop thinking like that," she said, "You have to learn to live for the moment. You always let your head get in the way."

"You're right about that," I said, and right then I told her everything. All about how I felt about her all that time. How much I wanted to tell her. How I was afraid of ruining our friendship. How much I hated it when she would talk to me about liking other guys. How heartbroken I was when she started going out with someone else. All the while I was hovering over Jenny, trembling with the effort of pouring out years' worth of feelings. Jenny gazed back at me. I don't think she could have stopped me if she tried. She watched me attentively, her eyes glistening.

When I was finished Jenny kissed me again. "I knew how you felt, and you frustrated the hell out of me," she said. I laughed. "I... couldn't wait for you forever," she said, "And I thought that maybe if it was our friendship that was holding you back, that if we weren't friends anymore, maybe then something would happen. I wish it didn't take us this long to get here. But I have no regrets."

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"Well, first I think we should clean ourselves up," Jenny said. "Then, maybe we can go back in the pool? I'd love to play another game of damsel in distress."

I laughed at her.



Not Quite How I Pictured It



My husband and I have been married for seven years and we have three children. I'd say that our life is pretty happy, and neither of us has had any reason to complain about our sex life. We both put all of our energies into our love making and we try all sorts of positions and things like that to spice things up.

Since we started having sex when we were dating my husband has been asking me to give him anal sex. The thought of it never really appealed to me. Not that I thought it wouldn't feel good to have his cock in my ass, but there didn't seem to be anything that he could give me for it in return.

I mean he gets great pleasure from me going down on him; I get great pleasure from him going down on me. We both get a whole lot of pleasure from regular sex, but with anal sex it just seemed to me that I'd be going through a lot of unpleasantness just for his pleasure, and with no cock of my own I couldn't exactly fuck him in the ass when he was done with me. Or so I thought.

I was discussing the situation with a friend of mine one day and she suggested that I get a strap on dildo so that I could fuck my husband in the ass. Well, I freely admit that I'm a tad naive when it comes to sex so I had never heard of a strap on dildo. My friend told me what it was and I was a little bit shocked. I even giggled a little bit at the thought of having a rubber cock strapped to my crotch.

Before she left my friend gave me a web address for a site that specialized in showing women using strap ons on men. I was nervous, but very curious as I pulled up the page. I've never found pornography of any kind very appealing, and this seemed even stranger than most of what I'd seen. My curiosity won out however as I read some background about women that use strap ons on men.

The women on the page seemed to want to dominate the men, and I had no desire to do that, but the more I read about it, the more pictures I saw of it, the more I began to get turned on by the idea. 

It wouldn't be totally the same since there are no nerve endings in a dildo for me to feel what my husband would feel, but the mental thrill of using a strap on dildo on his ass got me thinking.

I decided to offer him a trade, he could fuck me in the ass as often as he wanted, but I would have to fuck him in the ass before each time he fucked me in the ass.

Our anniversary was just a week away at that point so I decided to wait until then to spring my offer on him. I did go to a local sex shop and bought a strap on dildo. I was surprised by the wide assortment of shapes and sizes available. Some of them were quite large and I didn't think my husband would be willing or able to take one that size. There were also some that looked a good deal smaller than his cock and I didn't want him to get off any easier than me so I wasn't about to get one of those. I found one that looked to be about the same length and thickness as my husband's cock and I figured it would be close enough that he'd have to agree that the size that each of us was going to take would be about the same.

The girl at the check out counter smiled when she saw what I was buying, she asked me if I needed any lube. I hadn't even thought of that, I ended up buying a big bottle of lube to ensure that both of us would be well lubed before we did it.

On our anniversary I told my husband that I wanted to have a romantic dinner at home. Since we share the cooking duties we were all over each other while we prepared dinner. We were drinking glass after glass of wine. When dinner was close to ready I ran up to change and clean up so that I'd look nice for dinner, then I put the food on the table as he quickly cleaned up.

We ate dinner and danced to music on the stereo for awhile, and then we sat down with some wine. I had picked that moment to make him the offer.

"Baby, I've been thinking, and if you really want to have anal sex we can." I said.

"Oh baby, I love you so much." My husband said.

"I love you too. I'm sure you want to dive right in and get your cock in my ass right away, but I do have a condition that you have to agree to first." I said.

"What condition?" My husband asked.

"Well, I didn't think it was fair for you to get to fuck my ass when I couldn't fuck yours so I bought something that changes that." I said grabbing the strap on dildo from where I'd stashed it in a drawer.

"What is that?" My husband asked.

"It's my cock." I said holding it up to show it to him.

"What are you gonna do with that?" My husband asked.

"Your ass." I said with a smile.

"My what?" My husband asked surprised.

"Your ass. You want to fuck me in the ass, and recently I've decided that I really want you to, but I want to fuck you in the ass too. So I've got a proposal for you. You can fuck me in the ass as much as you want, but you can only fuck me in the ass after I have fucked you in the ass with this." I said.

"Are you serious?" My husband asked.

"Yes baby, I'm serious. You can fuck my ass to your little heart's content, but I'm gonna fuck you just as much. I think it's a fair and reasonable offer, you'd be getting what you've wanted for a very long time, and I'd be getting what I only recently discovered that I wanted." I said.

"And you'd have to fuck me in the ass every time that I wanted to fuck you in the ass?" My husband asked.

"That's right. At no point will you have fucked me in the ass more than I've fucked you. We could have fucked each other an equal number of times, or I could be ahead, but you'd never be ahead." I said.

"Now is that really fair?" My husband asked.

"No it isn't, but is it fair that your cock has nerve endings in it that will allow you to fully experience every last sensation that my ass has to offer and I've got a rubber cock with no sensation?" I asked.

"No, I suppose not." My husband said.

"That's right it's not. So, I've made you this offer that will give us both what we want, but you must accept it for it to happen. Do you want it to happen?" I asked.

"Yes, yes I want it to happen." My husband said.

"Do you want it to happen tonight?" I asked.

"Yes, God, yes, I want it to happen tonight." My husband said.

"Then let's go up to the bedroom where we can be more comfortable." I said.

You'd have thought we were just married the way my husband scooped me into his arms and carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. He put me down on the bed and started trying to kiss me; it was like he was a teenager getting laid for the first time.

"Now honey, we can do that later, right now we both want to fuck the other in the ass, so let's just get right down to it by getting our clothes off and getting you ready." I said.

My husband practically tore his clothes from his body and flung them across the room. I noticed that he had the beginnings of a nice erection already. I took my time undressing carefully placing my clothes out of the way.

"To keep this from being too gross I think it would be best if we both used one of these first." I said presenting my husband an enema kit.

I went to the guest bathroom to do mine not wanting either of us to see the other giving ourselves an enema.

When we were nice and clean back there we met back in the bedroom and my husband now had a full blown erection that bounced and twitched as he moved around excitedly.

"Okay, remember the rules, I have to do you first so get up on the bed on your knees and stick your ass in the air so I can lube you up." I said.

My husband excitedly assumed the position and even used his hands to spread his cheeks open for me. I applied a lot of the lube to the outside of his ass and for the first time I touched another person's asshole as my fingers lubed the tightly closed sphincter.

"Okay, roll over so I can watch your cock and look in your eyes as I do this." I said.

My husband did as I instructed. He positioned himself at the edge of the bed, pulled his knees up to his chest and held them wide apart to provide me excellent access to his ass.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"God yes, do it." My husband said.

I applied one last coat of lube to my rubber cock and then I moved into position. I put the head against his asshole and his body quivered. I pressed forward a little bit and the shaft bent. I pressed harder and soon the dildo was almost doubled over. Realizing that I was going to have to help it, I grabbed it just behind the head and pushed with my hand as my hips moved forward.

Slowly the head overcame the tightness of his anus and it slid inside. With the way opened a few inches of the shaft slipped up into his ass.

My husband let out a moan that was part searing pain, part ecstatic pleasure. I slowly eased more and more into him until the full seven inches of the dildo had been forced past his sphincter.

When I'd bottomed out I stopped for a few moments to let him adjust to the new sensations.

"Are you alright?" I asked.

"I'm fine; it's just that it feels a little weird. It really isn't that painful anymore. You can start fucking me any time you want." My husband said.

Well, I'd never been the one with the cock before so it took me a little while to figure out how to really use it, but soon I was taking nice long, slow strokes in and out of his ass. I was amazed at the sounds and facial expressions that my husband was making. He seemed to be really enjoying getting fucked in the ass.

What was even more amazing was the sensations that I was having. The inside of the harness was rubbing against my pussy and putting pressure on my clit, which felt good, but the real pleasure was coming from inside my own head. I was doing something that women didn't normally do, that we weren't equipped to do, and I was doing it to my own husband. I was having sex with my husband and his cock had been relegated to nothing but a helpless bystander. It gave me an incredible feeling of power. I finally understood why the women that I'd seen had been fully dominating the men they were with, they liked the power.

I had no desires to do that to my husband however so I just kept my mind on what I was doing.

His cock was shaking back and forth violently with each of my thrusts, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. I reached my hand down and took firm hold of it and began stroking it.

My husband, whose eyes had been closed, looked down and saw me stroking his cock as I fucked his ass and smiled.

After a total of about ten minutes cum started spurting out of my husband's cock. It shot longer and further than I'd ever seen it shoot before. Most of it splashed down all over my husband's face. He tried to wipe it away.

"No, eat it, I've eaten it, and if we're going to be fair you should eat it too." I said.

My husband saw the lustful look in my eyes and began licking his lips. He used his fingers to scoop more and more of his cum into his mouth.

Finally his cock stopped spurting cum and I stopped fucking his ass. I kept the dildo in as deep as it would go and I leaned down over him licking up the little trails of cum that he'd missed and then I kissed him. Both of our mouths were full of his cum and it dribbled down both of our chins as we broke the kiss.

Finally I pulled the dildo out of his ass and flopped on the bed beside him. 

"So when do you think you'll be ready to take your turn?" I asked.

My husband looked over at me and smiled.

"That depends." He said.

"Depends on what?" I asked.

"Is there a limit to how far ahead you can be before I have to fuck you in the ass?" He asked.

I just looked at him. He'd been begging me to let him fuck me in the ass for years and now that he had the chance he didn't want to. He preferred instead to have me, his wife, fuck him in the ass with a strap on dildo.

It's been three months now and so far I'm up 123-0. I don't know if he no longer wants to fuck me in the ass or if he's saving up for a very big number so he can furiously pound my ass for weeks without stopping, but I've come to want to be fucked in the ass so much that I bought myself a new dildo to use on my ass when he isn't around.



Not Quite How I Thought It Would Go



It was Saturday night and our usual weekly fuck was over. Sharon had turned the lights back on and started reading; I was trying to fall asleep but couldn't settle. Sharon loved reading and I always found it annoying that within seconds of a fuck she would go back to her book. She claimed it calmed her after sex. My thoughts were not going to let me drift off to sleep.

Sharon and I both turned forty this year. We have been together for twelve years and don't have children. We have good jobs in the insurance industry and live very comfortably. The spark had definitely gone out of our relationship.

Sex was always the same. I would start by stroking her back or side and after a while she would remove her glasses, put her book on the bedside table and turn off the light. This was Sharonspeak for OK. She usually rolls onto her tummy and I massage her upper thighs and ass. She did like to have her ass kissed and licked. I have two vibrators, one is slender and about 5 inches (just like me) and the other is about 8 inches and much thicker. Using plenty of lube I work the vibrators in tandem around her pussy and asshole. I use my tongue around the same areas and sometimes get my tongue into her asshole. She responds quickly and always has an orgasm. Sharon then gets on top of me and rides me until I cum. If I'm lucky I get a blowjob, usually it's "Happy birthday Jim" or I've done something special.

Sharon has never had an orgasm from my cock. I have tried a sneak anal attack when she's really lubed up but the frosty "Wrong hole darling" stops me. 

I often get up and go online to chat and / or explore porn sites. It was this developing interest that changed our lives.

I logged on to a chat site and entered the usual ASl 40 M Sydney Australia. Immediately there was a response from Nakedrunner.

"Hi, I'm from Sydney, how are U going?" I replied quickly and settled down for a chat. The time passed quickly and soon it was after midnight. Nakedrunner and I hit it off well and we agreed to chat again tomorrow. I went to bed and Sharon was sound asleep with her naked ass protruding from the covers. I toyed with trying for a quickie but realised Sharon would not be pleased.

The next night I chatted again with Nakedrunner and really enjoyed his comments. He seemed to be on top of everything and very decisive. Our chatting continued every night for the next week and I found myself pouring out everything about my relationship with Sharon. It was easy to be honest with a stranger. One night our chatting moved in a new direction.

Nakedrunner "I know you trust me and I want you to do exactly as I say."

Me "Ok". I felt a tingle of excitement and anticipation.

Nakedrunner "Is your wife at home?"

Me "No." Sharon was working back.

Nakedrunner " Turn your web cam on."

I use web cam but have it set so my face is not shown. I have this fear of my image appearing all over the internet and in everyone's email.

Nakedrunner "Go and get your wife's sexiest bra and panties" I left the room and returned with a G-string and a very skimpy bra.

Nakedrunner "I want to see you put the bra on. Do it now!" Again I could feel a tingling in my balls. I didn't even consider disobeying.

Nakedrunner "Put her panties on." My cock was rapidly stiffening and I struggled to get the flimsy panties up and over my cock. 

Nakedrunner "Hurry up, do it now!" I couldn't believe it, I started to cum in Sharon's panties. The orgasm was great, the best I'd had in years.

Nakedrunner "Good, now lick your wife's panties clean. " I actually did it and felt my cock rising again.

Nakedrunner "I want you to log in tomorrow as subcock. Make sure you do."

I sat for some time slowly recovering. I had just had exciting cybersex and I knew I was definitely a submissive. I changed my log in handle but had to use subcock15 as subcock seemed to be popular choice.

The next night Nakedrunner and I resumed our chats and he became more dominant. He questioned me very closely about Sharon.

On the following Monday I told Nakedrunner I'd be offline until Sunday night as I had to visit my brother up the North Coast. He wished me a safe trip.

Sharon wasn't coming as she doesn't get along with my brother's wife, so I was looking forward to a pleasant drive by myself. I told Sharon I'd see her late Sunday night. 

The visit went well and I caught up with all the family gossip and news. On Friday night we were watching the news and the main story was about a significant rain event for the North Coast on Sunday. I decided I'd leave a day early to ensure a good trip rather than fighting my way through flash floods. I thought about ringing Sharon but decided I'd give her a surprise.

The trip home was good and I congratulated myself on leaving early. It was about 8pm when I turned into our street. To get into my driveway you have to drive past the front of the house and then swing hard right in through the gates. I was travelling slowly and when I looked to my right I saw two silhouettes on the front bedroom blinds. I stopped the car.

Whoever was there was definitely locked in a heavy embrace. Alarm bells started ringing in my head and I felt my stomach turn over. I took a couple of deep breaths, parked the car further up the street and made my way back to my house. I wanted to burst in and thump the bastard who was giving it to Sharon but I decided to gather more information before I made a complete fool of myself. You can get under my house through an access door which leads to an area where you can stand. This is directly under the front two bedrooms. I could hear but not see. 

"My God does that thing have its own heart and lungs?" Sharon giggled.

The reply wasn't clear.

"It's at least twice as big as Jim's and so thick. Will it all go in?"

A voice replied, "Sluts like you can handle it, just follow my directions. On your back, you've wanted this for the last two days so don't be coy! That's right spread your legs and let me work on you."

"I love you rubbing up against my clit, I am getting so wet."

"I'm going to start putting it in now so just relax."

I could hear moans and muffled cries from Sharon. "I don't believe it you've done it. Please work me over. "I could hear the bed rocking and male and female moans and groans. I stood transfixed, my cock was stiff but I felt completely betrayed. The male voice continued "Come on you've got to work for it. Move your ass bitch! You don't cum unless I want you to." I could hear Sharon's cries and moans; she wasn't making too much sense. His staying power was impressive; he seemed to be able to pound her remorselessly. Sharon's moans were now at fever pitch. "That's it bitch I'm pulling out!"

Sharon screamed "No! no! so close please keep going, I'll do anything."

"You're mine now, this pussy belongs to me. Your wimp husband and his tiny cock can have your ass. Your pussy is mine!" Sharon was babbling, "Yes, yes, yes."

The remorseless pounding resumed and Sharon's babbling became incoherent moans and cries of pleasure as she climaxed.

His grunts joined her as he came.

"That's the first time I've cum with someone just using his cock. God when do we do it again?"

The voice replied "You said he's not back until tomorrow, I'll have you so full of cum you can give him a special treat. Tell him to eat your pussy and then he can use your ass. He's such a wimp he won't say anything even if he gets a mouthful of cum. Tell him you only want oral and anal from now on."

Sharon agreed and even giggled at my impending humiliation and that's when I ejaculated. Cum spurted all over my hands and my knees trembled. I knew I just had to get away.

As I left I heard "Knees up behind your ears slut I'm ready again!"

I stayed in a motel and went home on Sunday night. Sharon followed his instructions to the letter. I could taste his cum as she straddled me and used my tongue and face to bring herself to climax. She then gave me her ass and I have to confess it was great, so hot, so tight and she responded enthusiastically. I am sure her response was genuine.

Later that night I went online to chat with Nakedrunner. I told him what had happened and how confused I was. My anger had evaporated and I realised I wanted more of today's events. Sharing her was a price I was happy to pay. Nakedrunner pointed out that it appeared Sharon and I were both submissives who needed direction.

"Go and get your wife now," he commanded.

"You're joking, she won't understand."

"Trust me she will."

I called for Sharon to come to the computer room.

"Jim, what do you want? You know I'm not interested in chatrooms."

"It's important please come."

Sharon came into the room and she went deathly white when she saw the screen.

I turned around. Nakedrunner had turned his web cam on and we could see his groin. His cock was huge and he was shaved with a tattoo of his star sign (Leo) just above his cock. Sharon was not reacting to the cock but to the tattoo. I knew straight away she'd seen it before. I realised that the web cam picture was being used as a screensaver. There was a knock at the door.

Nakedrunner was there and he lived up to his name. "Get into the bedroom my little sluts I have plans for you.

We had finished sandwiching Sharon. Nakedrunner was as good as his word. He got the pussy and I got the ass. She snuggled between us and secretly I was pleased to feel her cuddling more closely into me.

Nakedrunner was Peter who lived three doors up from us. We had socialised with him and his wife until her sudden death two years ago. After this we drifted apart but still shared the odd drink or BBQ.

Peter had explained to me that when we first started chatting he had no idea who I was. He was lonely and enjoyed the developing relationship. It was the night he got me to dress in Sharon's bra and panties that gave him the clue. I left the room to get the gear and this gave him a better web cam view of my room. He had helped me install some of the cupboards and recognised the area immediately.

He was going to log off but curiosity got the better of him. He had had a dom/sub relationship with his wife and missed the sexual energy it generated. I was so obviously a submissive that he couldn't resist. When I came in Sharon's panties so quickly he knew he had to help us find our true selves. He felt that all I told him about Sharon confirmed she also was submissive and we needed an experienced dom to guide us. When I went away he started paying neighbourly visits and using his knowledge of Sharon's submissive side was soon able to break her down.

We now share our weekends with Peter and Sharon and I have a new spark in our relationship. Even when Peter isn't there we are enjoying sex more. 

Sharon isn't reading as many books.



Not Quite Meatless



The Mass for Ash Wednesday was all but over. Kathy has a small cross of ash on her forehead. Lent is really underway. She still is not decided about her offering for the Lenten season. Kathy is a pretty good Catholic and has always been good at following the dictates of her religion including abstaining from meat on Ash Wednesday and then the Fridays of Lent. Kathy has considered joining a Holy Order but has never found the right opportunity. Being a nun is not a bad option when none of the men her age who had an interest in her were interesting to her. She wanted prince charming and only "Joe ordinary" or less paid any attention to her. 

Sitting in the choir seats looking over the congregation, Kathy feels that familiar longing. She sees all the mothers with their children in tow. She hungers for a child or two. It makes her envious of her best friend with her cute little girl. 

Kathy reminisces about her times with her best friend, Janice, with whom she almost shares a birthday. She remembers their pact at age 12 after sharing a birthday cake that their children would be best friends. Kathy and Janice have been, in fact, still are very close. This closeness extends to Janice's whole family. Janice's father was always there for Kathy when her father was consumed with her mother's long good bye due to the complications of diabetes. Kathy's mother toughed it out to see Kathy graduate from high school but she just could not make it any further. Her father took her mother's death very hard and was not emotionally available for Kathy. Seven years after the death, her father had been rescued by a widow with two teenagers making him even less available. 

With the last song done, Kathy turns in her sheet music and files out of the church. She is heading over to her best friends parent's house for dinner. It is a different invitation because neither Janice nor Janice's mother, Kimberly will be there. Janice's father, Robert, is an excellent cook but the night will not be about the food. Kathy ponders actually using the overnight bag sitting on the passenger seat. 

Even after over 20 years, Kathy can still remember snuggling up to Janice's father on the couch watching video tapes. She smiles thinking that kids today would not even know what to do with a VHS tape. It became sort of a tradition when Kathy's father rushed her mother to the hospital and continued when her mother started needing regular dialysis to support her failing kidneys. Janice's younger sibs would be put to bed. Janice and Kathy would get dressed for bed. Sometimes they would take a shower together first. Janice would snuggle next to her mother on the love seat while her mother, Kimberly, brushed her hair. Kathy would snuggle next to Robert who would brush her hair. He was so gentle. She remembered Robert's quiet strength when she wrapped his arm around her waist snuggled on the couch. It was so deliciously wicked to be only wearing one of his tee-shirts because she did not have any other clothes. Robert had been a perfect father and gentleman and had not allowed his hands to roam or wander even though he knew she did not have panties under the tee-shirt. She had felt safe and loved. After the movies, Janice and Kathy would share a bed and cuddle like two puppies. Almost like a prayer, Janice would promise to always share her parents with Kathy because they were best friends.

Continuing her drive to Janice's house, Kathy recalls their shared 16th birthday present from Kimberly and Robert. Janice and Kathy had taken a ballroom dance class with Janice's father to prepare them for dating. For 12 weeks, they had shared Robert's undivided attention for three hours one night a week as they learned how to swing dance, waltz, rumba and cha-cha. Janice's mother, Kimberly, teased them about not getting too big a crush on her husband when she saw them off. Kimberly stayed home so she could care for Janice's younger siblings. Kathy remembered how she rubbed her boobs against Janice's father who would just smile and move her back a couple inches with a wink. She had been all ready to dance at her junior prom but no one asked her to go and she was too shy to ask someone. For her senior prom, she had gone as a third wheel with Janice and her date. They were all friends so it had not been too awkward. Peter had crowed about having two women on his arms all night. Still, after all these years, Kathy wished she had asked Robert to be her escort. It was the story of Kathy's life; all dressed up and nowhere to go. Ultimately, these failures lead Kathy to consider Holy Orders.

Kathy dropped the idea of Holy Orders when she landed the perfect career job. She is the costume manager for a theater on a college campus. She is applying her degree in theatrical arts. When she started the position she thought surely she would meet her prince charming. Her life was going to get better but alas after a couple years she realizes that at 33 she is older than all of the students. Life is passing her by and her biological alarm clock is ringing. 

Kathy smiles remembering that last time she saw Robert. She needed a large scout shirt for a back up costume for a play. As a scoutmaster, Robert was able to loan her one of his shirts. Robert teased Kathy that the shirt was priceless but she could have the loan of it for a daughter's kiss. Kathy had blushed brightly but had gamely kissed him on the lips. Kathy was glad that no one else was there. The hugs she had shared with Robert still made her smile. Robert loves her. She loves him. 

Janice had reminded Kathy of their childhood pact about children 3 years ago at Helen's wedding. Helen is Janice's big little sister at just over 6 foot. Janice was 6 months pregnant at the time and was feeling so large. Janice teased Kathy about finding her a man because she needed to get with the program if their children were going to be best friends. Janice threatened Kathy with just arranging for her to be inseminated if she did not find herself a husband. Sitting at the same table, Janice's mother, Kimberly, teased that she could just have Robert breed her to keep her and the baby in the family. At the time everyone had giggled. Janice and Kimberly giggled because the idea embarrassed Kathy. Kathy giggled to hide her embarrassment. 

Now three years later, Kathy is actually considering insemination because she wants at least one child and still has not found a husband. These feelings came to a head a couple months ago during her about weekly call with Janice. Janice confided that she had gone back off the pill and was hoping for their second and last child. Kathy was not even dating a guy. In fact she has never gotten past kissing. A sperm bank seemed like her only option but also seemed so cold and impersonal. Her baby would need a bigger family. Kathy has shared this angst with Janice for the last several weeks. Janice would respond by going through the list of single guys that would fall all over her if she would let them. Janice had tried to set Kathy up with many different guys over the years but none of them were what Kathy wanted. Nome of them was her prince charming.

Then two days ago, Kathy learned from Janice that Kimberly's mother is dying. Kimberly needs to be there for her father but does not want to leave Robert alone for a week. Robert is committed to a major project and will lose himself in the work without a keeper. Kathy was stunned when Janice suddenly decided she needed to go but explained that her mother, Kimberly, would be calling Janice in a few minutes. 

About 20 minutes latter Kimberly had called. Kimberly was exceedingly frank explaining that Robert would be expecting her on Wednesday night for dinner and that she should bring an overnight bag in case she wants to spend the night. Kimberly hoped that this visit would solve her problems with the sperm bank. Kathy is too stunned to say anything and Kimberly simply hung up. Confused Kathy had called Janice to make sure she understood. Janice explained that she had reminded her mother about the conversation at Helen's reception and that her mother had taken it from there. Janice hoped Kathy would make the right decision and hung up before Kathy could ask any more questions. 

Sitting in her car outside of Robert's house, Kathy faces her decision. Should she grab the overnight bag or leave it on the seat? Should she spend the night? She thinks she has permission. She knows that it will be four days until Kimberly gets back. If she understands, she has the option of tonight, Thursday night, and Friday night. Kathy realizes she is getting ahead of herself. Will Robert even be interested in more than dinner? Making a decision, Kathy grabs her bag and her purse and heads for the front door. 

As Kathy walks up to the door, she realizes that she has already made her decision. Under her blouse she is wearing her nicest bra with matching panties. Their cream color and lacy edges make her feel like a mature woman ready to be with her man. This thought sends a shiver through her body. She is wearing a nice blouse with jacket and a skirt. She had just sung in the choir so she needed to be dressed nice.

Robert opens the door just before she rings the bell. Robert gives her the once over but does not go into pervert or letch territory. Robert is dressed in jeans and a knit pull over shirt, casual and youngish without pretending to be 30 something. Crossing the threshold, Kathy steps into a full frontal hug followed by a warm if tongue free kiss. She savors the return of the feelings of safety and love. Kathy realizes she has come home. It might be a second home, but it is home nonetheless.

The house is filled with the heavenly aromas of dinner. Robert tells Kathy to make herself at home while he puts the finishing touches on dinner. Kathy ponders for a moment what do to with her bag and purse. Kathy settles on setting them both on the stairs leading up to the master bedroom suite. Kathy is not quite ready to presume that Robert will take her to the marital bed or even that he will take her.

Kathy claims a barstool to watch Robert finish up dinner. He has two woks going. They sizzle when he adds the last ingredients. Dinner smells fabulous as Robert shuttles everything to the table. Robert helps Kathy into her chair. Everything is served in the pan where it was cooked; no frivolous transfers to serving dishes for Robert. Robert takes pleasure in explaining each dish and noting the use of "meatless" ingredients making Kathy smile. Robert clearly respects her wishes to be a good Catholic. The salad is a wonderful mix of greens with fresh pear, red onions and glazed pecans. The salad dressing is light and sweet with a touch of maple. The vegetable side is a stir fried butternut squash with ginger and macadamia nuts. The main dish is a mango curry shrimp over brown rice. Robert understands a little about Catholics even if he does not understand Catholicism. It is a splendid meal filled with the talk of food while ignoring the elephant in the room. 

Explaining the dessert, a panna cotta, might be better later, Robert sends Kathy off to get ready for bed while he puts away a few leftovers. He indicates that she can use the left sink in the master suite without further comment. He will wait in the living room for Kathy to return. Kathy takes a big breath wondering why Robert has not made more of a move on her. She is here to be inseminated. She wants to be fucked. 

Entering the master suite, Kathy sees one of Robert's tee-shirts laid out on the open bed. There is a towel spread out where she is guessing she will be taken for the first time. Perhaps experience is a good teacher. No one will have to sleep in a wet spot. In the bathroom, there is space cleared next to the left sink. Kathy smiles realizing that Kimberly has made space for her. Looking closely, Kathy finds a new head for the Braun electric toothbrush with a small post-it note bearing her name, a smiley face and a script K. Kathy smiles as she pulls off all of her cloths including the underwear that she so carefully selected. If Robert wants her in his tee-shirt, she can wear his tee-shirt. Kathy can feel the moistness of her slit as her body starts to respond to her anticipation. Kathy knows that "It" will happen tonight.

Robert meets Kathy at the foot of the stairs and takes her hand. He leads her into the living room and to the couch that replaced the one in her memories. Robert pulls Kathy into his lap with another gentle kiss and gives her a serious "we need to talk" look. Robert asks "Have you decided on a name for our baby? Have you decided what name to list for the father on the birth certificate?"

Kathy gets a deer in the headlights look. She has not considered much of anything beyond the imperative that she wants a baby. She wants a baby to play with Janice's children. She wants to belong to Janice's family. She has a good job with inexpensive day care on campus as part of the child development program so the financial side is handled. Still, there are details she has not considered.

Robert continues "Are we a onetime thing? Just something almost clinical? Do you want to keep meeting till you are sure you are pregnant? Or do you want to be my "extra?" With this last, Robert gently squeezes Kathy's right breast sending a shiver through her aroused if inexperienced body. 

Responding to Kathy's silence Robert kisses Kathy again. He suggests "I think the baby should have your last name. It will make your father happy. If it is a girl, name it for your mother. Leave the father's name blank on the birth certificate in case you do eventually marry. Remember Zoe's mess in "The Back-Up Plan". As much as I would like to keep you, you may find someone that is perfect for you that will be yours alone."

Kathy is almost speechless. It is almost too much to take in. She melds her body to Robert's and asks "Could I really be yours? What about Kimberly? What do you mean by an "extra"?" Kathy hands wander over Robert's chest feeling his body heat. She can feel the growing hardness in his loins where she is sitting in just a tee-shirt.

While cuddling there on the couch, Robert explains that an extra is a special family friend who with Kimberly's permission can share intimate times with him as long as she is discrete and is not involved outside of the family. Irrespective of her other choices, her baby will be "adopted" into the family and she will always be part of the family. However, if she chooses to be intimate outside the family, she will no longer be an "extra". With a serious look, Robert explains that there are currently two extras but will say no more even under Kathy's questioning. It is part of being discrete.

Instead of answering Robert's question, Kathy reaches down and pulls off the tee-shirt revealing her bare breasts and the sweet wetness of her sex. Kathy shifts herself to straddle Robert's waist and kisses Robert with lips wide inviting Robert to invade her mouth. Kathy is knowingly surrendering herself to Robert. She is his. Robert responds by running his hands over her smooth ass cheeks. His tongue dances with hers as they begin the ages old ritual. He touches and caresses her backside accepting the gift of her passion.  

Coming up for air, Robert needs to lock up the house and to brush his teeth before he claims Kathy. He sends Kathy to snuggle under the covers and think warm thoughts. He makes a last pass through the kitchen turning off lights, starting the dishwasher and locking doors. He climbs the three short flights of steps to the master suite knowing that Kathy awaits him. He will make her his woman and hopefully give her the child she wants. Robert smiles seeing that Kathy has used the new toothbrush that Kimberly had put out. They had discussed at length the best ways to let Kathy know she was welcome into their somewhat different relationship. After tonight, Robert would need to explain the limitations Kimberly placed on his "extras". Tonight would be a joyous celebration of life in stark contrast to impending death of Kimberly's mother. 

Robert brushed his teeth. He skips flossing as he is a bit impatient. Robert tosses his clothes into the hamper and places his shoes on the shelf. He smiles had the hard firm erection that leads the way. He considers leaving the lights on for a moment but decides that the moon light shining in the window will be enough. It is time.

Kathy has positioned two pillows under her head and neck. She is lying on the towel with her knees spread wide. The only thing wider is her smile. Kathy has waited her whole life for this moment. Her arms reach out to Robert. As Robert gets closer, he sees a tube of personal lube on the small night stand next to the clock. Robert cannot help but wonder whether Kimberly was looking out for Kathy or whether Kathy had been coached. Either way, she is ready. He can use his rampant arousal now. There was no need for further foreplay.

After receiving a lover's kiss, Kathy exclaims "Now! Take me now! Feed this good Catholic girl some meat." Robert does not need to be asked twice. He slides his dick home with all the skill that comes from being married for over 30 years brings. Kathy hooks her ankles behind Robert's back. He savors the erection that only a new naughty partner can bring. Kathy's sheath feels so good. It is tight and wet. Robert begins fucking Kathy with serious passion. He slips in and out with abandon. Kathy gives herself over to her passions and her body is rocked with a big "O". Lost in the passions of the moment, Robert follows making a generous deposit into his lover. The towel was indeed a good idea. Basking in the post-coital bliss, Kathy cuddles up to Robert to feel his body heat. She wants to be an "extra". She wants his child. The passion has driven all thought of dessert from their minds.

After the euphoria has partially slipped away, Kathy asks a drowsy Robert "What does a girl need to do to get more of your special meat on Friday? God forgive me, I loved having meat on Ash Wednesday."



Not Quite Phone Sex



I had just hung up the phone with him; it had been about 10 am when he called. I had started to think he wasn't going to call, but I couldn't be sure cause I didn't know exactly when he got off work. I had left the phone sitting by my bed, and the minute it rang I knew it had to be him. I answered the phone, my voice probably sounded disgusting since I had a cold and had just woken up, in actuality my voice can be a lot sexier than that. He introduced himself, even though I already knew it was him, this was the first time I'd heard his voice, but I had just known. He begins by asking me how I'm doing with my cold and all, I tell him I'm feeling better even though by the sound of my voice he could tell it wasn't that much better.

Then he began discussing the story I sent him in his email, he said that he thinks he learned a few things from my story, cause he thinks that the stuff the female character does in the story is a reflection of things I'd like to do. Then with his deep sexy voice, he begins to tell me things that he'd like to do to me, and to try other things just to see what actually turns me on and what doesn't. He tells me that in these types of situations where he's trying to figure out what turns me on and what doesn't that I will have to be vocal and tell him either I like that, or I don't, also moans work well too. 

He asks if I've ever had a massage, I say kind of but not really. He laughs and says that it was probably just a bit of a back rub, with a couple of strokes and a tap for good measure. He says he will have to give me an example of a real massage, since he is a trained masseuse. This whole conversation was making me increasingly hornier as we spoke (mostly as he spoke), I had the urge to just put my fingers in my pussy and start to rub, but I held myself back, not knowing what his reaction would be if I just started playing with myself. We talked some more of his promised sexual talents, and how he'd like to make me feel. He told me that he thought that I was a beautiful, clean, sexy woman. Finally we ended our conversation with him telling me that he was going to look up my picture and masturbate to it before going to bed. We hung up the phone.

I lay in bed, thinking of him and his promise talents, and the fact he's right now masturbating to my picture. My crotch tingles more urgently; suddenly I find my own hand working it's way down to my pussy. I am soaking wet down there, I vigorously begin to rub my clit, while my other hand massages my tit. I think of some of his promised talents, and I think of him masturbating wherever he is at now. My fingers ran down the length of my pussy to my hole, two fingers entered me, I finger fucked myself for a few minutes. My fingers returned to my clit, and rubbed with more urgency, I felt a wave wash through my body, but knew there was more where that came from.

I made quiet little sighs and moans, as my body grew a heat inside, I continued to think of that man on the phone, and what I would like to do to him and him to me. My fingers worked diligently as my body began to shake and spasm, convulsions washed through me like tidal waves. My inner muscles began to tighten and a great spout of juices poured out of me and down the crack of my ass. With each powerful wave of spasms more juices squirted out of me, increasing the wet spot on my bed. Finally the tides of orgasm came to an ebb, and I just lay in bed catching my breath. I almost fell back asleep laying there with my shirt pulled up over my tits, and my pajama bottoms down around my ankles, with my legs spread open. But, I got myself up and corrected my pajamas; I had to find a blanket for my bed since I had soaked it. I cleaned up, and then came into the computer room to have a cigarette and ended up writing this little story. Well, now I've given you an account of how that conversation made me feel, sick or not, so now I must go back to bed.



Not Quite Sam Spade



Rob and Julie (names changed of course), are two very good friends. They had been married 6 or 7 years at the time this happened. Considered an older couple depending on what side of forty you find yourself. They are both active in theater, and good-looking. For her age Julie is actually very good-looking. She has a soft slender body. All her parts are just the kind you would want to play with. As couples they and my wife have enjoyed a lot of suggestive conversation, so talking dirty was not out of the ordinary.

Rob was approaching his 50th birthday, and Julie wanted to do something really special, and she didn't feel she had been real successful in years past. Rob and I have been close for some time, so she thought I might have some insight. I did. The question was, was I brave/stupid enough to tell her. I was. But, it had to be handled carefully.

So here's the candid insight on Rob. Rob is one of those guys who gets incredibly aroused by the thoughts of his wife having sex with another guy. The more she initiates it the more exciting it is. He is always encouraging her to be flirtatious, and teasing me with how much I'd like to have her. I'm the same way he is. I don't know what we are supposed to call ourselves, but I think there are a lot of us. 

Along with sex, Rob was into old stuff. He loves old music, and as a singer, sings a lot of old crooner tunes. He is also really into old movies (black and whites) particularly mysteries and detective movies.

Now the last two subjects are pretty easy to cover, but that first one is a little tricky. Some women don't seem to understand this aspect of us, actually I don't know if any women understand it. But, it is there nonetheless. So, I say to Julie "I notice that Rob gets all smiles when he catches you flirting with other guys." And, off she went "Yeah what is with that? He loves it when I tell him stories of the guys I've been with, and when I rub up close to guys, or show off. He'd love it if I'd fuck some guys brains out as long as I told him about it later." Sometimes you just get lucky.

Now I know what you're thinking, and yes I was thinking it too. I would have had her in a minute. You have no idea what restraint it took to offer this idea. But, it was a better idea, and he is my friend.

Now Julie was no stranger to sex before she met Rob, so this was plausible. I suggested that she stage a rendezvous, and have it photographed like a detective was following her. The photographs would all be black and white 8x10s. They would each be date and time stamped.. Then send the photographs to Rob in the classic manila envelope from the detective. 

Silence... Then ... "I know just the guy, Rob doesn't know him. We dated a while back, and I wouldn't mind playing around with him again, and he'd probably be cool with the photos. Would you take the pictures?" Yes, there is a God.

The devil is in the details, and were we ever devilish. Black and white photos, shot with a long lens, photo shopped date and time stamps, realistically calculated. Shot in a remote outdoor location so it would be her car. A date and time chosen for the time stamps, that matched the weather for the day, and had her free at that time, on a day that was otherwise unremarkable, and Julie and Rob had sex that night, because "she" was horny. She also wore the dress from the photos that day.

Todd was/was not the guy's name that would be playing the role of lover, but there was one little twist. Julie was game for about anything, but didn't want him to actually fuck her. Oddly enough this was easier to accommodate than you would think.

Game Day ---------------------------------------------------------

So, Julie pulls her car into a little field next to a tree line and gets out wearing this great little white sundress. Todd walks up toward her, and meets her around the front of the car. He's got on a light jacket, and tie like he just came from the office. She slides her hands inside the jacket and has it right off. Next comes the tie and she starts down the shirt. He pushes her away a little stopping her. She takes both his hands, brings them down under her dress, and slides them up her sides, making him take her dress off under which she is wearing nothing at all. Ignoring the remaining buttons on his shirt, she starts on his pants. They are quickly off, and she drops to her knees and begins sucking his cock. She's going at it hard, not like it wasn't already when she got it out.

Then we had a little problem. He came. Given the way she was going at him it could have been that or what must have been some awesome memories, but we now had cum everywhere. I'd say it broke the tension, but clearly the only tension broken was his. I must admit I had my own tension going. So, we got some towels and got everyone cleaned up. Of course now she really was sucking him to get him hard. Todd's a good boy he responded rather quickly. 

Next thing I know she's got him turned around with his back to the hood of the car. She pushes him back on the hood, and climbs up on. She pins his arms and plants her pussy right on his face. So, we've got his nose planted in her pussy, his chin sticking out her ass, and his cocking sticking in the air like a flag pole. I didn't get many pictures of this though.

This was too much for me, I let my cock out, and no sooner than I grabbed it, I was shooting cum all over the field. I have no idea how I got her attention, but when I looked up, Julie had turned her head, was staring at my cock, and laughing her ass off. I put my stuff away, and we both got back to business.

She climbed off Todd, and the car, and got back to the ground. She started sucking his cock again, then grabbed a condom from the ground, unwrapped it and unrolled it on Todd's cock. She then bent over the hood sticking her ass out, tensing her muscles to open her cheeks, and just stayed there for moment so I could get some good shots. Then Todd moved in behind.

Now I'm assuming Todd never entered her, but I couldn't really tell, and it didn't matter to me. Anyway, she began to sell it like he was in there, and presented one of the most amazing fake orgasms I've ever seen. Of course this time I knew it was fake since obviously all the others I'd ever seen must have been real.

As a last gesture, she turns around slips the condom off, and gives his cock a little kiss. Then she starts laughing again. I guess it was the obvious reaction to the whole situation. Todd however is standing there with his cock out and it is practically throbbing, and Julie noticed I had a major lump in my pants. But, she's a sport. She climbs back up on the hood on her hands and knees, sticks her ass in the air, and starts playing with her pussy. I get my stuff back out, and pretty soon we're, both coming on the bumper. Apparently Julie had gotten into the sprit, and kept going. Soon enough she was coming to. She comes pretty intensely when it's for real too.

So now everyone gets dressed, Julie gives Todd a kiss on the cheek, gets back in her car and drives off.

The Darkroom -------------------------------------------------

Hi ho hi ho it's off to Photoshop we go. I picked what I felt were the 18 best pictures, converted them to black and white, and cropped them. Quarter inch white borders completed the classic effect. Each one was dated and time stamped according to our plan. Then they were sealed in a manila envelope. Julie said she didn't want to see them until he did, so she didn't give anything away.

I can only imagine what it must have been like for him as he opened the envelope and examined each picture one at a time. I've lost a lot of fluids thinking about this.

Picture #1: 14:02 The arrival

The car is there with her standing out of it. Her light little sundress floats as it picks up a slight breeze. She is looking off at something else with a genuine eagerness. She looks truly beautiful.

Picture #2: 14:03 The greeting

This picture told the whole story about where we were going, and it was completely in Julie's expression. They stood facing each other but you could not take your eyes off her face. There was a commanding passion in those eyes that only a still photo can provide. You can get hard just staring at those eyes, and I'm pretty sure Rob did. This was going to be about sex.

Picture #3: 14:08 It begins

On it's own this picture is really a nothing, but following #2 it conveys one clear message. Julie was in charge. Her hands were buried deep in his jacket. She was going to using him for her pleasure.

Picture #4: 14:09 The dress comes off

There is a point when a dress comes off a woman over her head when her face is covered and all you see is her body (particularly if she is naked underneath). Yes it is horribly objectifying, but it is also raw and pure. It is the female form.

Picture #5: 14:11 The pants are going (long shot)

Naked before him her hands begin to work on his pants. This is going to keep going. Your stomach begins to tighten with anticipation. Juices begin to flow. Nipples tighten, and cocks harden.

Picture #6: 14:12 It's real (close up)

Faked and posed. Nudity yes, but not really sex. Not until you see a close up of your wife's face and another man's cock and nothing else do you believe it. Her eyes focused at the top of his shaft, her lips less than an inch form it's swollen head. Now is when you can scream stop, but this isn't live, it's history.

Picture #7: 14:12 It's really real

In it goes. In many ways a woman taking a man's cock in her mouth is a more deliberate and committed act than fucking. There is no doubt she sees what is happening, and is a willing if not an eager participant.

Picture #8: 14:15 More of a good thing

No casual gentle sex for Julie. This is the holy shit shot as his entire cock disappears into her mouth her lips squeezed tight against the base.

Picture #9: 14:17 Can't have too much of a good thing

One more shot for good measure. Julie touches the tip of her tongue to the slit right at the end of his cock. On it's own an art shot. In this case more of an Oh my God, what's next.

Picture #10: 14:18 Julie takes charge

This is a let's get serious take-charge picture. His shirt is gone, she has turned him around and his back is against the car. They are both naked with the only thing between them being his cock and her tits ( both coincidently at full attention ). Her outstretched hands grasp his shoulders and her eyes are staring straight into his giving the clear message that she is in charge.

Picture #11: 14:19 Climbing up

She has now pushed him onto the hood, and is beginning to climb up his body. This was actually a very awkward shot, but I really liked it. Her leg toward me was up and you could clearly see her pert ass hole. Her lips were soft and wide open, swollen and wet. His cock was pointing straight towards them like it was ready to enter her. Her tits dangled over his face, obscuring his expression a bit. Their size showed the full effects of gravity, in a way most people would not consider flattering, but it was so genuine and natural, that you couldn't help being aroused.

Picture #12: 14:19 Put a flag on that thing

This was that shot that first brought me home that day. His arms were pinned under her knees. Her pussy placed firmly on his mouth. His chin was just protruding below her tightened butt cheeks. Her back was arched with her hands behind her head. She looked to the sky, like she wanted to show off her breasts to the world. And, of course his cock was sticking straight out into the air like a flagpole. It truly made it look enormous.

Picture #13: 14:27 The condom goes on

The more realistic things are the better. She would never fuck a guy without a condom. Conversely, with a condom she would fuck a guy. So, he needed a condom, and who better to put it on than her. It also gave the impressions that she was fucking him. This being a much more erotic prospect than him being in charge.

Picture #14: 14:28 Open for business

Bent over the hood of the car, with her butt in the air, some women just know that perfect position that says, without words. Fuck me. Fuck me now. I am yours to enjoy.

Picture #15: 14:28 In he goes

It sounds silly, but from a long distance vantage point once a guy has his cock in a woman's pussy from behind, you really only get one kind of shot, and well this is it. He's fucking her from behind enough said. You see her side and his butt. Not really erotic, but it made the point of what was going on.

Picture #16: 14:38 The money? shot

Not your classic money shot, but the pièce de résistance was this picture. By pornographic standards you couldn't see anything, but this is the one that makes me come the most. Julie's hands were grasping the top edge of the hood, her face turned toward the camera. Her hands were white knuckled, the muscles in her arms strained against themselves, her breasts pressed hard against the car hood and her face contorted in that final moment before she explodes in orgasm. I've often wanted to ask her where she imagined his cock was at that very moment. This was my favorite shot, and I have stared at it for hours.

Picture #17: 14:41 The good bye kiss

This was a great shot. It's a tight close up of her face to face with his cock again, and we can see her holding the condom. We put a little liquid in the tip, and made sure it had a wet, shiny, well-worn look. The devil is in the details.

Picture #18: 14:45 Headed for home

Dressed and heading back around her car, we see her full body walking with a relaxed satisfaction. She looks over her shoulder in what we suspect is the direction of her lover. The look on her face is that of a woman who lives life to the fullest, and revels in the pleasures of sex. She may never do this again, or she may do it again tomorrow, but if she wants to she will do it.

Gift time -------------------------------------------------------

So, what happened you would ask. Sadly I don't know too many details, because I wasn't there. But here is what I do know. Rob's actual birthday was on a Thursday, so we had his party on Saturday night. The pictures were delivered Thursday. At his party, I lost count of how many times Rob told me "This has been the best birthday ever." 

Julie took me aside at the party, and walked me toward the coat room. She slid my hand into her blouse against her bare breast whispered "Thank you" in my ear, and kissed my cheek.

Rob and I had lunch one day the summer after his birthday, when this attractive woman walked by wearing a nice cotton sundress. I couldn't resist the opportunity, and said to him "I swear they wear those things because they just want some guy to just lift it off them and fuck them." Rob excused himself to the bathroom.



Not Quite Sex



Watching you sleep: one of my secret, guilty pleasures. You are so beautiful there, lying naked, innocent, unafraid of the world around you. I wish that I did not have to disturb you, that I could let you lay like this forever, but I know I can't. Or rather I won't, for there are other desires greater and more powerful and no matter how I fight it, I always give in. I move closer to you and wrap my arm around your middle. I whisper you name as I kiss your shoulder up to your neck because I know that is one of your favorite spots. I can feel you smile without even looking, as your mind slowly wakes up and you realize and accept what I am offering you. You haven't opened your eyes yet, but as I stop to look at you they drift open and you softly say good morning. I smile and say the same back as we kiss and I roll on top of you.

As we continue our lovemaking, my hands drift down to you your chest, naturally finding their way to your dark areolas. You know what I'm going to do before I do it and break our oral embrace to moan and catch your breath as I begin to tease your nipples, rubbing, pinching, and pulling the sensitive skin on your plentiful cleavage. I move down to kiss your neck and increase your pleasure, but you stop me and bring me back up to kiss again. I always forget too much, too fast, too soon, will drive you over the edge you are trying to slowly make your way to.

By now your breasts are painfully aroused and in need of soothing attention, so I end my digital torture to replace it with my mouth, kissing down your sensual neck to have some fun of my own with you bountiful female globes. I adore them, kissing and licking them all over, sucking on the teats and flicking them with my tongue to make them more erect, making you breathe a little harder, a little faster. I am almost satisfied after groping and showing such affection to each of your ample mounds, but I cannot forget the titillation we share. I kiss a path to the valley between your generosities, licking where your unique territory of pleasure is. You sigh deeply and moan softly now, for this is not an erogenous zone, but just one of the more sensitive and arousing areas on your body. You do not forget your part either, for me, and once you relax enough to stop clenching the bed sheets, you squeeze my face between your supple breasts, shaking them to massage my face. We both laugh and I move up and we kiss again.

We roll over and now you are on top telling me it is your turn. I smile and say go ahead, Darling, do whatever you want. You kiss me but not for long: the rest of me is begging attention and you don't like making it wait. Your kisses lead down to me neck, your first station on your trail of gratification. Your kisses are tender and sweet, and I sigh from the affection and tenderness you are showing. But you know that that is not what you came to do, and after a brief pause you open your mouth and bite down. Hard. I gasp and then moan, my hips undulating just a little as my own arousal rises. You smile inwardly, naughtily to yourself as you stretch the skin painfully away from my body, knowing that you are driving me sexually mad. You happily see my hands clenching the bed sheets, just as you had done in the throes of arousal, relishing the fact that that it is all because of you. You finally release me and lick and kiss the tortured skin, allowing me to lower my arousal some be you are nowhere near done with me. You kiss and nibble your way down to my nipple, which you bite and pull tenderly.

You don't stay long, though; you can feel my need rising beneath you. You have decided to not fill it today. Again. But you have your reasons, and you know that I accept your decision and will take whatever you offer me. You bite my neck again, but the effect is not the same: it works best the first time around, so you do not bother to stick around. Your hand snakes down to that other part of me and grabs hold of it as your head shifts to whisper in my ear and you raise your body above mine. I gasp as you take it in your hand and moan as you begin to slowly stroke it, up and down, your delicate fingers wrapped firmly around my shaft

You like this, you ask and I can only nod my head as you smile. You want it, don't you, though, your cock inside me, inside my vagina, my pussy, you say erotically, dirtily stressing the pronunciation of each organ. Yes, oh please, yes, is all I can manage between intakes of breath and moans of erotic pleasure from you. Not yet, Sweetie, not today, you say sweetly. But I will give you something, as you press my penis, onto my chest and then proceed to sit on it, spreading your vulva on the underside of my shaft. You are already very wet inside and your juices leak out onto me as lubrication as you drag yourself up and down along my penis.

How does this feel, you ask, looking down at me, sexily, glorious and conquering despite your nakedness. Don't stop. You place your hands flat on my chest for support as you grind down harder and harder on my cock, willing me to cum. I hold back, not wanting this to end. You smile devilishly seeing this, your effect on me, and with one had rake you nails down my chest. My penis throbs with excitement, and you think you have done it, but I manage to stay my orgasm. Disappointed, you go in to bite my neck again, thinking that should be enough to finish me.

Instead, I find you lips and press mine to them, as my hands reach down and grab your ass. You are a little startled, but you continue and I slowly join you in undulating my hips. Soon we are humping each other wildly as my tip stimulates your clitoris and your vulva strokes the sensitive side of my cock. We give up our liplock, our breathing too hard and too fast to continue, in favor of occasional attacks at each other's necks, both of us wanting the other to come first. I give in and my cock spasms repeatedly, ejecting my hot cum between us. You keep going and make me cum again during which your orgasm begins as well. You bite down hard on my neck as it wracks your insides with almost unbearable pleasure, making me scream in pain and ecstasy. 

When it is over, you fall on top of me, forgetting the cum all over my chest and moaning your disgust from forgetting, you roll off of me. Thank you. You're welcome. I love you, Darling, I really do. I love you too. But sometimes, I think to myself, I love you too much.



Not Quite Sleeping



I've always been a heavy sleeper. I suppose no one enjoys waking up early but I've always felt terrible when I can't get enough sleep. It didn't help that my mother and sister always woke me up early even on weekends just cause they didn't want me "sleeping all day". 

It's always been just been just the three of us so I guess I can understand that maybe they wanted me around for family activities but it was making me really annoyed. So I figured out a way to get away with sleeping in. Being the only one handy with a computer in the household helped.

After some late night research I figured out how to edit a Wikipedia entry with some professional sounding bullshit, making it look like I had a rare condition that made me a very heavy sleeper, and that waking up someone with said condition too early could be harmful to their health. I faked some of the "symptoms" for a few weeks and then showed mom the article. I told her the school nurse had tipped me off on the rare condition, and while it wasn't all that dangerous it was proof that I should be left to sleep as long as I wanted when possible. She bought it all, hook, line and sinker. I felt pretty proud of myself after that particular con, and it paid off by finally being able to sleep undisturbed on weekends.

Over the years the lie became my go to excuse for avoiding early mornings. I only took work that started later in the day and took evening classes on a community collage. It all fit me very well.

By the time I was 20 I was still living at home and taking courses on that community collage. Most guys would at least be thinking of moving out by then but it worked well and apartments were expensive. Besides, my mom and sis liked having me around.

**

It began as just a regular Sunday. I woke up, put on some clothes and walked down to the kitchen. Mom was doing some laundry, and walked through with a basket of it while I was eating my cereal.

"Good morning sleepyhead." She smiled at me.

"Morning Mom. You know, I can do my own laundry. You don't have to."

"That's okay honey. I don't mind taking care of you a little."

"I'd be more than happy to help Mom. I'm not a kid anymore." She smiled at me.

"I know honey. You can help me out later."

I resumed eating my breakfast, but as she was walking out of the kitchen I couldn't help gazing at her ass. My mother was young when I was born, and it hadn't escaped my notice that she was still in very good shape. Mom was blonde, tall, with shapely C-cup size breasts and was, frankly, hot as hell. It sure didn't help the way she filled those jeans out either. So yea, I looked. But that was it, I wasn't gonna cross that line.

If anything I just wished she'd find someone new already. The last guy left years ago. I couldn't figure out why she couldn't find someone nice. Every guy so far had left her or turned out to be a cheating asshole. 

**

That evening my sister was over at a friends house, so it was only me and mom. We had dinner and then retreated to the living room to watch some TV. One of our favorite comedy shows were on and we both sat ourselves on the couch to enjoy it. Mom decided to relax and drink some white wine, and while I wasn't quite 21 yet I joined her for one glass. Mom worked the late shift so it had become a bit of a habit of hers to enjoy a glass or two on Sundays.

It was a nice relaxed evening. We shared some laughs and just lounged in front of the TV. There was a movie on after which looked kind of interesting, some crime/thriller type film. So we both stayed and watched. Sis came home halfway through and found us upstairs glued to the screen trying to keep up with the plot.

"Hi Mom." My sister took after her mom's good looks, except she was shorter and more petite in general. She looked tired.

"Hi honey. You had a good time at Sarah's?"

"Mhhm, we didn't do much but yea."

"That's good honey." She didn't take her eyes of the TV. The guy was just being chased and trying to escape with the suitcase. My sister eyed us suspiciously.

"Sooo, you watching anything good?"

"Mhmm..." Mom answered. Sis didn't really appreciate action packed movies, it was one of her biggest flaws. She looked doubtfully at the chase and decided against staying.

"Well, that looks great but I think I'm gonna go get some sleep. Night Mom, night Bro."

"Sounds good sweetie." Mom said, obviously distracted. Sis rolled her eyes at me and mouthed "night" at me. I gave her a smile and mouthed back the same.

It was a good movie, but a long one. Sis probably fell asleep in her room but mom and I kept at it. The only problem was the sex scene that showed up near the end. Somehow I always seem to forget how embarrassing that can be when you're watching with family, but usually it's not that big a problem. 

This one scene however was quite raunchy and explicit. To make it worse the characters were a young man and an older blonde woman. I suddenly became very aware of just how close mom and I were sitting. It was one of those embarrassing moments that seem to last forever, the movie going into excruciating detail. I couldn't deny that the scene was very hot though. Even trying to focus elsewhere I couldn't help but notice how much they resembled mom and me. Being young and horny I felt myself getting hard as soon as the thought hit me. My face must have gone beet red as I tried to hide my erection and I carefully glanced over at mom hoping she hadn't noticed. She hadn't that I could tell. 

She was staring straight ahead trying hard to look normal. To my surprise her face was a few shades more scarlet as well. She was looking... affected, by the scene. Her breathing was uneven and she was angled slightly away from me. I guess it wasn't so strange that she could get worked up as well but it was shocking to me then, to see that side of her.

Anyway, we made it through the sex scene and "cooled down" for a bit before we both managed to relax again. We finished the movie and things were back to our normal routine. We shared comments about the dumb mistakes the villain had made and pointed out some dumb plot holes before leaving to prepare for the night. 

That sex scene was stuck in my mind though. I couldn't help replaying it in my head and thinking of mom sitting beside me on that sofa, her face as she was trying to hide the effect it was having on her. That got me really hard and I figured "fuck it", I just had to take care of it right then and there. Normally I'd stay up, check my phone, Facebook, maybe play some video games but this time I threw my clothes off and jumped on to the bed. I didn't even bother getting beneath the sheets as I tended to my erection. 

I guess I should have figured that was a dumb move, but I wasn't thinking with the right head at the moment. I was laying there trying to convince myself that it was the woman on the screen I was thinking of and that I shouldn't be feeling so guilty when the door suddenly opened. 

"John? I'll prepare dinner for you two tomorrow is there anything you..." She stopped suddenly as she realized what she had walked in on. For long seconds I lay there, stunned, and mom stared at my erection. Now, I wasn't exactly huge but at well over the average length and decent thickness I was proud of what I had. And it was as large as it could be right then. By her reaction, perhaps it was bigger than the last guy's at least.

"I... tha..." Her eyes remained focused on my dick. Another second passed before I sprung to action and quickly grabbed the bed sheet and, in a rolling motion, wrapped myself in it. Mom seemed to realize then what she was doing and went several magnitudes redder in her face then she had been before.

"Sorry! I... I'm so sorry Son!" She closed the door and continued.

"I'm so sorry John! I should have knocked. I... I didn't know you were..." 

"No, it's... it's okay Mom. I mean..."

I didn't know what to say. If the situation before had been embarrassing then this one was down right painful. She stood on the other side of the door for a moment and I sat on my bed, not knowing what to say.

"I guess... um..." I thought back to her question. Food. Right. "Anything is fine Mom. Food I mean. Whatever we have in the fridge." She took a while to respond.

"Yes. I'll make something. You... um. Well, good night."

"Good night Mom." I almost whispered.

She left for her room. Holy shit. My heart was beating out of my damn chest. My mom had walked right in on me jerking it like a fucking maniac. I thought I'd successfully avoided that, that's the sort of thing that only happened to others. Other dumb people who didn't lock their doors or waited until there was no one else awake. And while I was thinking of her as well? Fuck. Tomorrow was gonna be difficult. 

I tried to do other stuff for a little while. Get my mind off it. It didn't work. I was still horny as hell after all that had happened. But there was no way I was jerking off now. After a while I managed to drift off to sleep.

**

I was woken late in the night. 

"Johnny? You awake?" She shook me and tried again, a bit louder.

"Johnny? Wake up."

Mom? What the hell? The previous events didn't feel real yet, like an embarrassing dream. Was she testing me again? For my made up condition? It had happened before, but I thought they stopped with that shit years ago. I was trained in pretending to be asleep though so I just groaned softly and rolled over to my side.

"Come on baby. Wake up. Wake up Son."

I wasn't gonna budge. She should know I wouldn't wake up unless she really put some effort in. If she was having doubts about my "condition" then well, I was just going to have to reassure her it was real. She turned me on my back and looked at me for a few seconds, then stood up. 

I carefully opened my eyelids a little to see what she was doing, just enough so you couldn't tell they were open in the dark. This was another skill I'd perfected while selling my lie. Mom was only wearing a long t-shirt and underwear. Just what she slept in, I assumed. She stood there a bit longer and then walked to the door. She opened it as if she was leaving and then stopped. What the hell was she doing?

Then she seemed to change her mind and came back in. But this time she closed the door behind her. I heard the lock click. She locked it? Why would she lock it? There was still enough light from the window to see as her beautiful long legs strode back towards me. She stopped at the side of my bed. She looked odd, anxious somehow.

She suddenly reached down and pulled at my bed sheet. She pulled all of it off and then went down on her knees next to the bed. At this point my brain just locked up. I couldn't process what was going on and kept acting asleep.

"Mmm Son. You've grown into such a fine young man." 

I was naked except for my boxers. Mom put her hand on my chest, then slowly moved it down to my stomach and up again to my face. Letting out little moans as she did. 

"So beautiful. Don't wake up now baby. Please don't..." 

She was keeping her other arm between her legs, breathing loudly and moaning as she sat on her knees leaning over my body. With shock I realized that she was touching herself with her other hand. Mom was rubbing herself while caressing what she thought was my sleeping body. This was insane. But also insanely fucking hot. She noticed the effect her touching was having and stopped herself just long enough to pull down my boxers, revealing my erection.

"Jesus Son..." She mumbled. "If I had known I had such a fine cock in my house before I..." She stopped, hesitating. "I... What am I saying, I shouldn't be thinking these things. He's my own son..." Her voice got quieter and I couldn't catch the rest. Was she talking herself out of it? I hoped not.

"But if..." She brought her face up to just a few inches of mine. I tried to maintain even breathing. "If he's asleep... Does it really matter? I'll just clean up and he'll never know. Just to get rid of these thoughts."

I carefully opened my eyes again. Mom sat there, staring hungrily at my erection for what seemed like forever. "Fuck it." She suddenly exclaimed and reached out. She grabbed the base of my cock, a bit too hard, and then started kissing my shaft.

Mom licked and sucked on the side of my dick while pleasuring herself. She was moaning loudly and breathing even harder now. Her warm, quick breath on my cock alone felt like it was going to make me cum. I had to concentrate very hard not to finish right then and there. 

"Mmm, Son... mmm... you taste wonderful." Mom kept finger fucking herself and lapping at my cock. Then she started licking, like really licking, me in long strokes all the way from the base to the tip. She moved her arm faster between her legs and moaned louder. I tried not to moan too loud myself at her attentions and the intense pleasure of it. 

After a while she stopped licking, let go of me and leaned her head forward on my dick, pushing it down on my stomach. I could feel her hot breath on my stomach quicken as she brought herself to orgasm. She spasmed, groaned and let out a few beautiful high pitch screams as she came. Mom was panting and kept moaning silently. The moans sounded... pleased, I guess. She resumed kissing and licking my stomach and still very much erect cock slowly.

"So good baby... That was so good."

I was shocked. Amazed at what had happened and painfully horny. I was just planning to take care of that as soon as she left when she suddenly grabbed my dick again. Before I knew it she had taken it in her mouth. Mom sucked my cock and moved her tongue playfully inside her mouth. I came in seconds. For some reason mom kept her lips sealed on my shaft as I came in her mouth in long powerful streams. I couldn't help but push my hips up and down as I did but she still seemed determined to not let anything spill.

She sat up and, in a display i'll never forget, leaned her head back and swallowed. 

"Ah... ah..." She panted. "I can't believe I just did that..." She smiled to herself. "I did say I was going to clean up though."

She ran her tongue and mouth over my shrinking cock once again to get the last cum off, then pulled my boxers back up and replaced the bed sheet. She inspected her work one last time and left the room.

I was overwhelmed by what had happened. I'd never seriously fantasized about having sex with mom before, but now... I couldn't stop replaying what had happened in my mind. I had to masturbate three more times that night before I could get any sleep.

**

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual. I got up, took a shower and got dressed. I could hear mom downstairs in the kitchen. I was a little afraid of going down there but also curious. What would she say? How was she going to react? I hoped she wasn't regretting what she had done.

I took a deep breath and then walked down the stairs. I made an effort to act as normal as possible when I walked into the kitchen. Mom was doing dishes, sis was probably at school already. She didn't say anything as I entered so I just started preparing my usual breakfast. I glanced at her. Mom was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans again and a purple sweater with a bit of cleavage hugging her form. Maybe it was just me, but she was looking sexier than ever before.

"You sleep well Mom?" I said after I finished with the fridge, watching carefully for a reaction. And get a reaction it did. She jumped at my voice and dropped a plate back in the dishwater.

"What? Oh yes, sure. Sure." She didn't face me, probably trying to hide her face. "Um... did you also sleep well?" I could see her getting tense at that question.

"Oh yea. I actually slept better then I've done in ages. Must have had good dreams." Mom gasped and quickly turned bright red at that. I pretended to be too busy with my cereal to notice. I admit I was having fun messing with her. I looked up from my breakfast.

"Oh, are you okay Mom? Did something happened?" She stood facing me now, looking embarrassed and very guilty.

"No! I mean, maybe I'm feeling a little sick today. I'll just go and rest for a bit." She quickly left for her room. I was feeling a bit guilty myself now. I shouldn't have teased her like that. Besides, if possible, I wanted her to take advantage of me again.

**

Mom avoided me the rest of the day. Later, she left for work as usual and I kept busy with school stuff. I couldn't stop thinking about last night so I stayed awake in my room waiting for mom to get home. I could hear her getting back home almost at midnight, and take her usual after-work shower. I got in bed and waited, hoping for a repeat of last night. That didn't happened though. I'm not sure how long I laid there, thinking and hoping, but eventually I fell asleep.

Next morning was much the same as the last, mom seemed more in control of herself but I could tell she was still feeling guilty. I could see how it was wrong of her to do what she did, thinking I was asleep and all, but I really didn't want her to feel bad about it. I decided to hang out with her more and try cheering her up.

Two days later I was going with mom to the store to help with the shopping. She seemed to have gotten her confidence back. Then she suddenly asked about my love life. 

"So how come you haven't brought home any cute girls lately John?"

"Um, I don't know. It's not that easy." Mom raised her eyebrow at that.

"Really? Come on Son, I'm sure lots of girls would love to be with you. You're an attractive young man you know."

"Oh, thanks Mom. I don't really meet a lot of girls though. Besides, I kind of prefer older women."

"You do? Why? I mean men always go for younger women don't they?"

"Lots of guys my age want someone older Mom, it's kinda of a big thing."

"Really?" She didn't seem to believe me.

"Yes. Really. Tons of guys are into MILF... I mean older women." Hopefully she didn't know what that abbreviation meant.

"Mhmm, if you say so sweetie." She smiled wryly at me. "Older women huh? You think your mom could get one of these young guys?" She was obviously teasing me.

"Of course you could Mom. You're way hotter than most young girls anyway."

"Wow... uh, thanks Son."

"No problem Mom. I mean it, any guy would be lucky to have you."

"Hmm, yea. Well, I don't want just any guy though. It has to be someone special." She looked at me as she said that. Unfortunately that triggered memories of Sunday night. I could feel my dick react instantly. In moments my erection was pushing against my pants and would be clearly visible if she looked.

I tried to cover myself up as mom continued talking about what sort of food we should get. I didn't do a good enough job though because as she turned to ask me something she suddenly gasped. 

"Oh... Son. Is that your..."

"I'm sorry Mom." I blurted out. "I can't really control it."

"No, that's okay... You're a young man. I shouldn't have commented on it." 

We didn't say anything else. But as we drove on I could tell mom was catching glimpses of it when she thought I wasn't looking. She looked like she was getting horny. That sure didn't help my problem go away. 

When we got to the store I had to tell mom to go ahead and I'd catch up in a bit. She didn't protest and silently left ahead of me. She didn't seem bothered when I caught up with her in the store and the rest of the day went by as normal.

**

That night I went to sleep as usual. I'd given up on having a repeat of Sunday, thinking it was a one time thing. As it turned out though, I was wrong.

I was woken by mom pulling off my boxers. I was surprised, but immediately realized what was going on. I didn't let on that I was awake and slowly opened my eyelids just enough to see. 

Mom was naked this time, and she looked just as hot naked as I'd imagined. Hotter even. She exercised and went to the gym regularly and it had produced results. She had a body like a swimsuit model, just not as sickly thin as some of those. Her breasts were surprisingly firm and her ass was slightly bigger than most but well toned and perky.




Not Quite Sleeping



She didn't go straight for my cock this time but straddled me and sat on my stomach facing me. It was an amazing sight. Mom's thighs sat to my sides and her wet pussy slowly rocked back and forth on my stomach. 

"I know I shouldn't do this baby, but it's so hard not to get tempted." She continued grinding lightly on my stomach and put one of her hands behind her back to grab my dick. "You keep showing this off don't you? Your hot fucking cock. Your old mom hasn't gotten any in ages you know..." She started rubbing me and then backed up so my cock ran up her butt cheeks. I'd always admired her bubble butt and now I finally got to experience it first hand. She backed up more and pushed me in between her cheeks, then rocked slowly back and forth while holding me there. I could feel her warm skin and even some of the wetness of her pussy on my cock as she jerked me off like that. She rocked and purred appreciatively at the feeling of my dick being lodged between, and rubbing against, her ass. I had to force myself not to groan too loudly or shout at the intense pleasure of it. 

Mom had almost brought me to orgasm when she suddenly let go and moved forward to sit on my chest. "Mhh..." She sighed. "That feels so good Son. I've been thinking about that the whole day." She adjusted herself and even though I couldn't see that high I felt her eyes gazing down at me. "You're so handsome Son. You look a lot like your father... Just," she giggled, "just much bigger."

"There is something else I've been thinking about..." She hesitated. "Is that too far? I really shouldn't. He's my son but... Fuck!" She cursed and mumbled to herself. Was she going to stop? I sure hoped not.

"Okay." She suddenly seemed determined again. She lifted herself of my chest and backed up. She took my shoulders and, with a grunt, pushed me towards her so I slid down the bed. Then she took my pillow and put it back under my head. Only, she had turned it sideways so I only had the short side to rest my head on. I was getting really confused as to what she was doing.

She pushed herself up again and just as I thought she was going to get off me she instead moved forward on her knees until she stood right over my head. Before I could react mom lowered herself right on top of me, matching up her pussy with my mouth and sitting down.

She leaned forward a bit and ground her pussy into my face in slow forceful movements. It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. She still smelled of the soap from her shower. She was wet, and as mom's pussy spread out over my mouth her juices drenched my face.

"Aahh!" Mom let out a relieved moan and tightened her thighs around the sides of my head. "Fuck Son. Oh fuck! I'm so bad. Don't wake up baby. Mmm..." She moved her hips and ground herself against my lips. 

"Jesus, this is so hot." She exclaimed. I agreed. This was great. I just wished I could do more. I could taste her now. She tasted much better than I would have thought. I felt the urge to lap up her juices and explore her with my tongue.

So I decided to act. I slowly started to move my mouth and stuck my tongue out just a bit. That sent a jolt through mom and she almost threw herself of me.

"Shit! Shitshitshit!" She stood on her knees and watched me, a look of terror on her face. I kept slowly moving my mouth and licking the air, grumbling like I was dreaming. Luckily she bought it.

"Jesus Christ... you're dreaming? Holy shit, I thought..." She took a second to catch her breath. Then she reached out towards my face, stroked it and prodded my mouth with her finger. I played along, groaning at the touch, licking and sucking her finger. She moved her hand back.

"No way." Was all she said. 

Then she slowly advanced forward. It seemed my gamble had paid off. Even if I had scared her a bit she was not about to give up getting her pussy eaten by her apparently dreaming son. Mom resumed her position, leaning against the wall at the head of the bed and pushing her pussy back down on my face. This time I licked. I started carefully, with mechanical movements at first and then slowly picking up the pace. She responded by grinding back at me and moaning in beat with my licking.

"Fuck yes Son. Eat me... Eat mommy's pussy baby!" She groaned and tightened her grip on my face again. I felt her hand grab my hair and forcefully push me up while she sat herself down even harder down on my face. It was getting difficult to breathe as she worked herself on me, obviously getting close to orgasm. Before long she was smothering me in her pussy, grinding like a woman possessed. 

She pulled my hair and pushed me up even harder against her pussy, like she was trying to push my whole head inside. Her legs pressed painfully against the sides of my face as she came hard. She screamed in ecstasy as her cum flowed down my mouth and all over my cheeks. It was intense. I had no idea how she expected anyone to stay asleep during that.

"Uuuhhngg fuck!" She groaned before working her pussy over me a few last times. She leaned back and lay her naked body down on me. She was breathing fast, exhausted from what had just happened.

"I can't believe I did that. I can't believe I actually did that." She sighed with pleasure. "And he doesn't wake up. I could... I mean it's not like he's going to know. I'll just be helping him have better dreams, sort of..." She got off me and stood up beside the bed.

"Hmm..." Mom touched my face to find it covered in her juices. "That's not good." She thought for a moment and then smiled to herself. "Well, I better clean it up then." She climbed up on the bed again, leaning over me, and moved her mouth down towards mine. She put her tongue out and started lapping at me, in long strokes, effectively licking up all the evidence of her riding my face. She cleaned me methodically, getting all of it off, swallowing in between strokes and making my cock pulse in pace with her licking. After she finished she stuck her tongue in my mouth and kissed me deeply. I responded and our tongues played in my mouth in a long, wet kiss.

Luckily she hadn't forgotten about my "little problem" either. She backed up on me and grabbed my cock, admiring it. "Mmm... just one perverted fantasy left for mommy, Son. I might as well." She placed my cock head just at her opening and pushed down. It was a mind blowing experience to feel my dick slide inside mom's wet cunt. Her walls seemed to hug and massage my cock as it explored deeper inside her. She bottomed out with another pleased moan, my whole dick enveloped by her pussy. 

"Oh Son! God, that feels sooo good." I was already fighting hard not to cum when she started moving. She thrust herself up and down hard on my cock. Her firm tits bounced hypnotically as she moved. I couldn't believe I was inside my own mother. I somehow managed to hold out for a few minutes before I came. I thrust my cock as far in as it could go and shot streams of my cum into mom's pussy. It responded by hugging my cock tightly and forcing every drop of semen I had out inside her. Mom was getting close to orgasm again and kept fucking my drained cock for a moment before she came hard and collapsed on top of me with a cry of pleasure.

We both lay there for a while, almost in an embrace, while our pulses settled. Her tits resting against my chest and her warm quick breath on my ear.

Mom got up, slid my cock out of her and stood beside the bed. She watched me a while before she pulled up my boxers and replaced everything as it had been. Then she kissed me on the mouth and whispered, "Thanks Son. I needed that." 

As she walked out of my room holding her clothes I got one last look at her perfect naked body. Her nice round ass, messy hair and what I supposed was my cum running down her amazing legs. I smiled, because I knew now this wouldn't be the last time.